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vallahaii · 2 years ago
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"Don't concern yourself with me. Focus on your work; I'll be upstairs."
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Training Team Captain Hao, an old facility elite.
His Apocalypse Bird wing denotes he's from a time before those like Hunter and Firenze - back when nobody wore the Twilight suit, and the Black Forest birds were still capable of their amalgamated breach.
He, against facility regulation on weaponry, holds Firebird knife feathers in his offhand while his dominant hand is gnarled and twisted into the Express Train to Hell's gauntlet.
Like other facility elites, Hao suffers various losses of humanity and degradation of the body due to his exposure to the various damage types, especially the BLACK damage his gauntlet absorbs for the sake of everyone around him.
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He's deeply traumatized by something he can no longer recall from outside the facility walls. Hao feels partially separated from his own spirit on a core level, as if everything he observes is with a certain level of detachment and hollowness.
The captain stations himself outside the containment of the Express Train to Hell's ticket booth from sun up to sun down, working on the containment unit next door between tickets.
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st4rbwrry · 5 months ago
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   𝐹𝐸𝐸𝐿 𝒮𝒪𝑀𝐸𝒯𝐻𝐼𝒩𝒢.
꒰ eren’s really sore from football practice and you give bby a massage. ꒱
🫧 𐀔 . . . 3.1k, fem!reader, lowercase intended, body betrayal, submissive eren + whimpers a lot, established consent aka cnc, dry humping, pain kink, eren’s pathetic fr, oral ꒰ m + f ꒱, handjob, love bites, choking, ‘daddy’ said once, creampie, rennie’s embarrassed :( , minors aren’t welcomed! comments + reblogs are appreciated!
꒰ 𝑚𝑜𝑐ℎ𝑎’𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒 ꒱ . . . listened to the nastiest, filthiest sub va audio and babyyyyy, woooo! never been so turned on in my life.
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“ughhhhhhh!”
you can hear the painful groans a mile away erupting from the bathroom, eyes peaked over your glasses after you spun around to investigate the suspicious sound. you’re perched up into your soft pink swivel chair where you sat cross legged and comfortably zoned out into an intense mission of call of duty, trying your best not to drool over ghost and konig. the curved monitor in front of your face brightly lit, feminine colors fading in and out from the lights planted around your pc set up. kawaii kitten headphones covering your ears muffling your surroundings.
knocking them off of your ears, you’re able to hear the shower running loudly, the noise cancellation blocking out any movement around you. there’s only one person who could be in your shower right now, and he revealed himself before you could come to the thought. steam flows towards the ceiling as the bathroom door swings ajar, your boyfriend’s sandalwood soap illuminating the room while steam levitates off of his tanned, tatted skin. a pout seeps into your expression when you see the softness in his face, every step he takes towards your bed shoots excruciating discomfort through his muscles.
“baby!” you stand to your feet, the warmth in your chest to see his presence heightening, but the worry in your eyes overtaking all. “what’s wrong, ‘ren?”
“mhmmmm,” he only groans, a towel around his neck and his skin only covered by basketball shorts as he flops face forward onto your bed, hissing from the aches and spasms. accidentally shoving your plushies out of his face and onto the floor from clear irritation.
sometimes forgetting he had a key to your apartment, you’re reminded of him telling you he was coming to see you after practice, overworking himself to the brink of death these past few weeks considering draft season was up and coming. eren needed to make a good impression, and him being an overachiever, it caused his body to slowly deteriorate. waking up at the break of dawn to gulp down green juices and muscle powder before he’s running around his neighborhood for two hours. then he’s going to the field after classes for extreme training with coaches who considered him a son. people who are in his ear constantly worshiping his achievements, including his family — pressuring him to be great. to be something.
the air in the room is cold, and it’s a serenade to his body, like icy hot. he releases a heavy sigh from his pillowed lips as he rests on his stomach in agony.
“i’m so sore, baby!” eren practically whines, the muscles on his toned back shifting as he reaches for a pillow to elevate his head. any small movement is like absolute hell. “fuck, i fucked up.”
“awee, ‘ren. i told you that you needed to slow down.”
sitting beside him on the bed, your knees sink into the memory foam, looming over his figure, putting on your motherly face. relaxing your shoulders, you bury your hands between your thighs, observing him to see what he needed.
“you’ll be limping to the ceremony if you keep this up. there’s only one more game, love.”
“yeah, and it has to count. they’ll be looking at my highlights and shit, and i need to be in their top list,” eren turns his face to look in your direction, his brown hair tied into the back of his head, slightly damp. “once i’m drafted i’ll take a break.”
“okay,” you leave it at that, knowing he’ll pursue a whole rant if you pressed any harder. it kills you to see him hurt, but you know in the end it’ll pay off. you didn’t have faith in him for nothing. “want me to massage you?”
“ooh, yea baby, please,” eren wants to clap to show his appreciation, but can barely move his upper body. he’s clutching a pillow tight to his cheek, lashes kissing his cheekbones with his pretty verdurous irises shield behind lids. lips upturned and his bushy eyebrows furrowed when your hands apply pressure to the back of his calves, kneading the skin with your thumbs gently. “thank you.”
a soft smile tugs on your full lips, glasses slipping down the bridge of your nose as you focus on making him feel better. “you’re welcome, sweetheart.”
“coach had me doing fucking agility courses today, it feels like my entire body is boiling with lava.”
“how’d you even make it up the stairs?”
the warmth of your palms soothed his body, aside from the horrible pain running through him from every touch, you made it a little better. eren whimpers softly the higher your hands go, reaching his lower back now, leaning over him some more to reach his tough spots. he nearly forgets to answer, his knuckles turning white and the veins on his hands leading up to his forearm protrude the harder he grips onto the pillow before him.
“nng, fuck,” he gasps out, muffling his sounds slightly by the cotton stuffed fabric, shifting his hips the deeper the pads of your thumbs sink into his hips, dainty fingers feathering along his skin, blood unbeknownst to you, rushing to his dick. those happened to be his sweet spots. “higher baby, please.”
he says it mostly out of panic, and you oblige, smoothing your hands flat on his back to rub there, beauty marks littered on the canvas. “you didn’t answer me.”
“sorry,” he groans when your hands come to his shoulders, applying pressure with the carpal bone of your hand, dragging straight down to his forearms with your stomach laying on his back. smelling your aroma and feeling the softness of your inner thighs. he blushes, hating his body for reacting the way it is currently. “i-i climbed up the stairs. was hunched over the entire walk to the door.”
“flip over for me.”
“shit. m’so weak right now,” eren mumbles frustratingly, trying his very best to turn his full frame, reaching out for your hand to help. you interlink your arms with his, as if giving him a hug, chest on his to flip him onto his back and position him comfortably. it felt like you were his damn caretaker.
“your knees hurt, baby? have you been wearing your knee pads?”
“mhm hmm, yea. i try to stretch a little before i run in the mornings. sometimes i . . . forget,” the salvia in his mouth glides down his throat as he swallows, seeing your spine arched and the darkly inked butterfly tattoo on your lower back as you focus on rubbing on his knees, and up his quadriceps. “unh, shit.”
“right there?” your tone is soft when you speak, doe eyes attentive when you look up at him and it makes his dick grow semi-hard.
“yes, it’s good, mama.” goddamit. he isn’t trying to sound like it’s obvious he’s turned on right now. he’s literally in too much pain to do anything to you, at least the way he wants.
you hike his shorts up for further access, massaging into the tissue to alleviate the discomfort, eren’s head knocking back as he hisses and grips onto the sheets. you watch him deliriously, trying to ignore the throb of your clit from the visual before you. but he’s making it impossible from the noises he makes. it’s not new, you’ve heard him whimper and moan before when he’s fucking you, but it’s rare when it sounds this . . pathetic. his pain shouldn’t arouse you, but it does.
your face is dangerously close to his dick, your black prescription glasses slipping even further as you try to block out the sounds he’s making by working your hands into his frail muscles. you make it back to his hips which stutter from your delicate touch, trying to hide your smirk when he whines helplessly. he’s breathing heavily, biting down on his lip as he covers his eyes with his right forearm, trying to hide his embarrassment. you’re pawing at his chest now, throwing your leg over his waist and sitting on his abdomen, feeling his dick on your ass cheek.
“fuck, what are you doing?” eren stares at you immediately, brows furrowed as you knead at his biceps, smoothing your hands up to his wrists you grip and eventually pin down to the bed above his head.
“making you feel better,” you pout, lifting your lower body to scoot your ass back and foment your pussy onto him, the subtle gasp leaving his mouth like a symphony. “you’re hard.”
“wait, baby,” eren whines again, struggling to fight the entrapment that you have on his wrists, too weak and sensitive to fight you on it. “i can’t right now. i’m too sore.”
“just lay there,” you tell him, gyrating your hips and rubbing yourself over the fabric of his shorts, barricaded by your silk black ones. his eyes glower at you, mouth going ajar and out comes another desperate whimper. “i need it. you sound too pretty.”
“baby, please. this is so embarrassing,” he goes to shimmy free, but whines from any sharp pain hitting him, entwining your fingers to hold hands as you arch over him, leaving a delicate kiss to his lips.
“you don’t want me?” you ask, batting your lashes as you roll your hips a little faster, humping your clit onto the swell of his dick. you moan, burying your face within the crook of his neck to slick your tongue over his flesh, the slow dragging making his dick pulsate.
“i-it’s not that, god,” he’s heaving now, afraid he’s going to break under you. physically, not possible. but mentally? yeah. he’s not usually the submissive one, so this was a bit out of character. “stop grinding your . . pussy on me.”
now his voice is really breaking, his moans growing high pitched and his whines dragged out and subby. you felt a high you never felt before, being the one to dominate is a rarity. it was a small conversation the two of you had briefly, but never did you think he’d actually let you pursue it. taking the lead felt too good.
“but i w’na grind my pussy on you,” you’re moaning in his ear now, eren’s turning his head to the opposite side to let you sink your teeth into his neck, leaving love bites while he groans. he couldn’t keep his composure with you. “you need to be in pain more. you sound too good. i’m so horny now.”
“you have issues,” he shakes his head, gasping when you nip at his adams apple before kissing it. licking your lips and humming, beginning to hear the squelch of your pussy in the silent room.
“you gave them to me.”
eren doesn’t even realize that his arms are free now, laying limp beside his head as he watches you crawl down his thighs to pull his dick free from his shorts, wrapping your hand around his dick that practically stretches over the shape of your face. it’s leaking precum, and you waste not a drop of it, slapping the head of his dick on your tongue. his fingers are grasping the sheets again, stationed beside his waist and watching you swallow half of him into your mouth.
“baby — damn,” his stomach caves in when he hits the back of your throat, esophagus forcing itself to laminate his dick with more saliva. he’s completely devoted to you, staying still and letting you work. if he had the strength he’d lift his hips and fuck your throat till you’re gagging. “shit. shit, i love being in your mouth.”
you moan around him, twisting your wrist at the base while sucking on what you could, his dick fat and blowing up your cheeks. his eyes fall shut to listen to how you take him, pink lips parting with his eyes drooped in pleasure. you get him wet enough for extra lubricant, popping your mouth free and removing your shorts. he licks his lips at your glistening entrance, your white toes touching his leg as you spread your legs next him to finger yourself open. pretty hair cascading over your features in dark curls, slurping up saliva in your mouth as you stare darkly at him while you grind sensually onto your two fingers.
“c’mon, baby. don’t be mean,” eren groans, hand reaching for your ankle to use whatever strength he gained to drag you closer. “lemme see. c’mere.”
whimpering yourself, you scoot closer to his face, gripping at the edge of the bed as he clutches your ankle, the good bracelet with his initial on it swinging. everything else in his body hurt, even his dick ached now and it was your fault for being so fucking sexy. one thing he could use to his full ability was his mouth, and as soon as your folds are spread wider by your fingers, that’s when he’s kissing at your clit. puckered lips sucking and pulling at her with fervor, jaw widening and clenching as his tongue dips into your hole and he begins bobbing his head, the lewd, downright filthy sounds of your pussy creaming on his tongue.
“ooh, eren,” a squeak lets out, your eyes almost falling shut and drowning your vision. the moans from the both of you are guttural, flowing in sync nearly. he’s sucking on your clit like it’s a pacifier, cocking his head back to spit on her before grunting and flicking vigorously. savoring your taste on his tongue.
your hand goes to wrap back around his dick, spitting in your hand after a prolonged moan and jerking him off, the wet sounds ricocheting off the walls.
“ahh, fuck. oh my . . god,” the moans only grow louder from you, face screwed up the faster his mouth moves. jaw shifting even quicker and you match his pace with your hand, making sure to stay near the tip to watch his hips twitch and hear him moan. “i’m g’na cum, ‘ren.”
“unt unt, sit on my dick, baby,” he immediately removes his mouth, licking his lips and laying on his back again. “you wanna tease me, so fuck me.”
your legs tremble as you crawl above him, knees indenting the bed on either side of his waist, looking behind yourself to hold his dick still and slowly slid yourself down. the stretch is always good, adjusting by now after extensive training, aka eren literally making you lay there and take it inch by inch until it fit and felt right. his dick fully sinks into you, your knees buckling instantly from the fullness, hoisting yourself up by clutching onto his legs behind you.
“f-fuck!” it vibrates through your body, that euphoric wave that he’s sucked into your own. sexual chemistry, soul tie if you will. your knees interfere, making your pussy squeeze tight and eren can do nothing but clasp onto his own angelic hair, his tatted forearm with a cuban link on his wrist killing your clit. hair long fallen out of it’s tie.
“she looks so pretty like this,” eren hums, sucking on his lip before spanking the outside of your thigh hard, trying to coax you into moving. “lemme see her suck me in and out.”
rolling your lips inward, you moan as you raise and drop your ass down, skin interacting loudly with his own. eren hisses with rouse, drinking in the view of your juices coating his cock, dripping in fact. the visual evidence of him splitting you open as you rock on him to fuck yourself makes his brain explode, unable to choke his moans down. tossing your head back, he studies the art of contour. your neck, chin, and nose. the curves, the area of fat on your tummy . . . you are beauty divine. and you’re so damn hot.
“you’re so damn hot,” it’s spoken the same way he thought it, perhaps with more vigor.
you feel yourself getting close, so you lean yourself forward and get ahold of his wrists again, that red tint coming back to his cheekbones. your body is flat to his, and you listen to your wet pussy glide up and down as you drop your ass back heavily, his strong thighs hitting it. you’re breathing into his mouth when he goes to kiss you, your pace getting harder and you hear him whimper again and again. the pain and pleasure mixing. that soreness in his body fucking with him, but serenading you.
“fuckin’ get it,” eren grunts in a hushed tone, his words persuading you to bounce harder, making it sloppy and incredulously loud. “get it, baby. make a mess. f-fuckk . . unh.”
“oh my god,” the noise you make is a mixture of disbelief and arousal, shaking above him while he throws his head back into the pillow exposing his gorgeous neck, silver chain sprawled intricately within the contours of his neckline. he’s driving you absolutely insane. “keep moaning like that, baby. it’s so good. i can’t.”
“you g’na fuck it till it hurt, too? you like hearing me in pain that bad?” he locks eyes with you again, body trembling with pathetic whines leaving his throat.
“y-yess, love it,” you admitted, swirling your ass and riding him faster, tears brimming your sockets. “you’re so pretty, daddy. you’re hitting my spot.”
he watches as you keep yourself where you want, his dick curved into that sweet part making your eyes gloss white, grinding harder while digging your nails into his wrist, mouth agape and precious broken moans escaping. that pressure in your tummy bursts, and you’re cumming while still fucking him, squealing and crying as you drench his pelvis. that sends eren to overdrive, muttering a stream of expletives before he’s nearing his orgasm not long after.
“ooh, shit. get up, get up. i’m finna cum.”
“n-no,” you add more of your strength to overpower him, keeping him flat to the bed as you lean up and roll your hips. he looks up at you with warning, your gushy walls sucking him in the more you clench and cum. batting your lashes as his hands wriggle in your grasp, upper body shifting from being overwhelmed with ecstasy. “fill me up.”
“awe, fuck me, baby. fuck, fuck, fuck!”
whimpers, shaky moans, and whines. they’re all playing a part in how he releases and makes you cum again as he’s cumming, screaming in the air as he fights through his aching body to spank your ass fervently. filling you up like you cried for. his noises are dry, like they’re fighting to get out. coming out in weak, fucked out, high pitched grumbles and keens. almost like he’s in goddamn heat. it’s all so hot. he hates his body for the ultimate betrayal of submission. but also, hates to admit he fucking loved it. excruciating pain aside.
“get off me,” eren heaves, swallowing from a dry mouth and his excessive moaning. “please, baby. i can’t take it. i’m sore. i’m asking nicely.”
smiling, you wrap your hand around his neck before sticking your tongue out to glide over his lips, tasting him and begging for entrance, giving him a nasty, overjoyed kiss.
“i’ll give you another massage, sexy.”
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moonshynecybin · 2 months ago
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CRYPTIC PREGNANCY SECRET BABYYYYY i love your mind it’s so telenovela… set in 2015/2016 too marc would CRAZY EYED about getting the win that season for real
context. truly marc coming back from his "mysterious injury" (that he BADLY pretends to the press is a broken rib obvs) with a secret baby in cervera, heart absolutely BROKEN bc we are freshly post sepang (and he both feels SO distant from the baby because of the shock of the birth AND is extremely distressed that he cant have eyes on her at all times. eventual trauma bond but tbh hes nauseous about it. hes 23 he should be in the club etc) and he doesnt tell vale anything.... barely two months later hes back to competing and hes massively relieved to get back on the bike and get marginally back to normal after the baby trauma but SO guilty at the same time because he feels like a bad parent!!!! and marc doesnt wear guilt well tbh, but hes on the road and training and he wasnt READY or PREPARED for a baby so hes floundering. viscously glad when hes back in cervera (shes so young and changing so much when hes gone..) but truly only the tight band across his chestonly loosens when he steps on a plane. and then he has to go to a paddock and a podium and a press conference with valentino rossi and its awful in a DIFFERENT WAY. anyways. marc voice the bike fixes everything. so he starts off the season like well if i can win, i can make some of this better in my brain. like then at least i could access a small amount of happiness.
and to be fair his start to 2016 is good !!! back to back wins in cota and argentina (the latter of which is a flag to flag chess duel against valentino at the site of the beginning of end for them last year), then third in jerez, crash and rejoin in france, second in mugello, second in barcelona, second in assen, and so on with more wins in places you'd expect from marc. and crucially in barcelona marc gets a lil dose of hope with vale shaking his hand and saying their relationship has changed. so maybe the guilt starts eating at him in different ways and in order to feel SOME kind of better about himself he eventually starts bringing her to some races but its on the DL (fake shark smile she is my cousin :) reporter in his head: where are her parents??) until the resemblance kicks in and some fans are like why is marc always with this tiny (small for her age of COURSE) baby with a lazy little smile and theatrical, exaggerated expressions and dark blonde curly hair. for why. and then VALE catches sight (awfully awkward interaction where they run into each other in the paddock and marc looks like hes chewing glass and vale is waving at the baby bc he thinks babies are funny...) and later is like haha wait. that baby looks a LOT like luca marini circa 1998. What The Hell. and then the cat is out of the bag. anyways most insane fight ever
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sunasbabie · 4 years ago
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pairings: osamu x reader, atsumu x reader & iwa x reader
prompt: how am i supposed to spoil you if you won’t accept my gifts
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miya osamu
osamu always spoiled you to say the least, you love how he showed that he loves you but it makes you feel sad whenever he spends too much on you and he didn’t even have to.
even if you knew he was making more than enough money it still bothered you that he was always giving you gifts. whenever you look at something in the store when you were with him, he would always get it even if you didn’t actually want it. that was just the kind of boyfriend he is, always so caring. he even brings you snacks even if you don’t ask for it.
today was no special day yet your boyfriend is here with a paper bag in hand outstretched to you so you can get it.
“ ‘samuuuu what’s this?” you asked not grabbing the bag
“it’s for ya dummy, what do you think it is?”
“but i didn’t ask you for anything, why are you giving me this” still refusing to take the gift
“i’m yer boyfriend, aren’t i allowed to do nice things and give ya presents?” he cocked his head to the side.
“you are but you’re always spoiling me too much and i don’t think i deserve it” you pouted at him
“i want to spoil ya baby so just take it” he shoved it to your hands
you shoved it back to him, you two ended up shoving the bag back and forth with each other
“baby how am i supposed to spoil ya when ya wont accept my gifts?” he sighed
you felt bad, you knew he was just trying to be nice but you also felt guilty that he always gives you gifts.
“fine i’ll take it but this is the last okay?”
“fineeee” he replied but in his mind he was already thinking of all the other gifts he had planned to give you.
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miya atsumu
atsumu had always been a giver and now that he was your boyfriend you were at the receiving end of his gifts. but sometimes it can be a bit too much because he literally gives you gifts every time he comes home from training.
he gives you little trinkets that remind you of him or just small gifts in general, and you love how sweet he is but something about him spending too much money on you makes you a little uneasy. he should be saving up that money to buy something more important and useful.
you’ve told him time and time again to stop giving you gifts and just save his money for something else.
atsumu came walking in your room, he closed the door and hid whatever he was holding behind his back like a little boy caught doing something he shouldn’t be doing.
you sat up from your bed raising an eyebrow to your boyfriend. “what are you doing here ‘tsumu?”
“i’m here to give ya something, and look, i know ya already said that you hate when i give ya gifts but this was just too cute to pass up” he showed you a little paper bag and you wondered what the hell he bought for you now. you were very grateful for your boyfriend but there are times when he literally buys you random stuff.
you looked at him with a bewildered expression “what is it?”
“why don’t ya find out” he said while putting it on your lap.
you opened the bag and found a small box in it, you opened it and saw a beautiful necklace with the letter A on it. you looked at him and pouted “baby i love it but it’s too much, just take it back please”
“tsk how am i supposed to spoil ya when ya wont accept my gifts?” he moved closer to you and pinched your cheeks
“ughhh ‘tsumu stop it” you groaned
“no, not until you accept it”
“but babyyyyy” you looked at him but he was giving you the face he gave you when he doesn't back down and you knew better “fine, but no more after this”
“no promises” he giggled
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iwaizumi hajime
iwa had a habit of buying random stuff and leaving them in your locker. it was really cute at first but after it had happened a few times you got a little shy about it cause he was always the one giving you gifts but you rarely gave him gifts not because you don’t want to it’s because you don’t know what to get him and he always gives you small gifts that you love.
it was the end of the day and you were going to your locker to put all the stuff that you used today. but when you opened your locker, you saw a few packs of your favourite chocolates and candies. you already knew that it was iwa who put them there because he was the only person besides you who knew the password to your locker - by his persuasion.
you really wanted to accept them but you couldn’t because you felt bad that he was spending his money on you when he could be spending it on more important things. you grabbed the chocolates and candies and placed them inside your bag and placed your things in your locker and headed for the gym where you knew hajime would be.
you peeked your head in and searched for your boyfriend, right when you were about to call for him you heard oikawa shout your name which made iwa look to the door where he spotted you. he jogged towards you with a “hey babe, do you need something”
you grabbed the sweets that he gave you and shoved them to him. he raised an eyebrow at you but grabbed them.
“what do you not like the ones i picked? i’m sure these are your favourites, you always get them” he asked curious why you were returning them to him.
“it is but i feel bad cause you always get me stuff, you can have them for now” you whispered.
“baby how am i supposed to spoil you when you wont accept my gifts?” he chuckled
“but i just feel bad cause i don’t get you anything in return” you pouted while looking at him
“y/n i give them to you cause i want to, and i don’t mind if you don’t get me anything in return” he paused “well… maybe you could kiss me in return and we can call it equal” he grinned
“hajimeeeeee” you pouted and he just laughed at you.
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mercieshana · 4 years ago
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My Dog’s Bitch
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Teaser: There’s an unexpected (sexual) turn of events when your dog turns out to not actually be just a dog, but a werewolf!
Characters: Reader x Jungkook 
“Warning”: Werewolf Jungkook!!! Fingering, biting, oral sex (reader receiving), actual unprotected sex, creampie, domination, force,...just a whole lotta dominant shi babyyyyy! So prepare your underwear lol! 
Word count: ~ 3.5k 
Note: I know I’m a sucker for not having posted in so long and I apologize. I’m also sorry I haven’t gotten to some of the requests, but I hope this makes up for it. I also hope y’all enjoy this and as per usual PLEASE do not mind the typos, it’s like past 1am out here.. I will correct them asap. Enjoy~
“Kota,” you called happily, as you held a silver bowl full of meat in your hand. Not even a second later a dark grey wolf appeared in front of you, its tail wagging and its tongue hanging out of its mouth, as it anticipated what was to come. 
“Sit, Kota,” you held up your index finger and the wolf sat down in front of you. 
“Good boy!” you praised him with a few rubs and then sat the bowl down in front of him. He didn’t hesitate and immediately began to dig in. Honestly, you didn’t know where Kota had come from. He just appeared in front of you one day, looking hungry. He didn’t seem aggressive or wild, on the contrary, he seemed to be familiar with humans and maybe he was abandoned by his owner or something of the sort. Well, it didn’t matter much, because you took him in, had him checked by the vet who found nothing wrong with him and had him stay with you. It had been about a month since you had found him and you were sincerely glad to have him. Living on your own had proven to be a bit scary and unusual, so you appreciated his companionship. Although, there were some strange things Kota did, like follow you into the bathroom, sniff your underwear and growl at any male company you had over, you’d just dismissed it as a “dog thing”, until that fateful day. 
It happened in the kitchen. You were casually preparing Kota’s breakfast by chopping up some meat and some fish among other things, until you heard a voice ring from behind you. 
“What’s for breakfast? The usual?” 
“Yep, fish and-,” you froze. Who was talking? You lived alone in the apartment with Kota. Was it a stalker? You gripped the knife you were using to chop meat a little tighter. Where was Kota? Your train of thought was interrupted when two large hands came down on either side of the counter, trapping you against the counter. 
“You smell good as usual,” you felt the stranger take a whiff of your scent and suddenly you became painfully aware of the fact that you were only wearing an oversized t-shirt and some panties. 
“D-don’t,” you shouted as you swiftly turned around with your knife in hand, forcing the stranger to back off. Finally, you were able to get a good look at him...he was...hot?! He had dark grey-ish silver-ish hair with strands of it dangling in front of his dark green eyes. He was quite tall and had a rather athletic body and was dressed in nothing but your robe. You were so confused and as if he could read your mind, he smirked, letting you have a glance at his overly sharp and prominent canines. 
“Wow there. We were getting along so well...Put down the knife, (Y/N), pleasssee?” he batted his eyes at you. 
“Who are you? And how do you know my name?” you asked and the boy gave you an amused look.
“It’s me, (Y/N). “Kota”, but, well, I prefer to be called Jungkook,” the boy stated, as he ran one of his large hands through his hair.
“K-Kota?” you nearly dropped your knife in shock, “How?! You were a-”
“Wolf, yes,” he finished your sentence with his arms folded, “Well, technically I am what you would call a werewolf, but I feel like you’re already too overwhelmed to be able to absorb that information.”
“A werewolf? What? How?” were the last words you said before you fainted. 
The next thing you knew you were in your bed, staring up at the ceiling. You must’ve been dreaming, you thought. There is no way Kota would ever just become an amazingly sexy dude out of nowhere. Your mind was definitely playing tricks on you. You chuckled to yourself. What a crazy dream. You sat up and the covers slipped down, exposing your bare chest. You must’ve gone to sleep naked, as per usual.
“Oh, so you’re finally awake,” a familiar unfamiliar voice uttered. Confused your eyes travelled to the foot of the bed, only to see Kota—no Jungkook—staring back at you, only dressed in a robe that barely covered anything of his, since it was way too small. 
Your face turned red and your hands shot up to cover your upper body, as soon as you realized that his eyes went from staring at yours to staring at your chest. 
“Don’t worry, I’ve seen it plenty of times,” he chucked and you blushed, turning away to hide your flushed face in your pillows. 
“Don’t hide from me,” he hissed and shivers ran down your spine, as you felt the bed shift and suddenly, his breath was tickling the nape of your neck. The way his hot breath was hitting your sensitive skin turned you on, but you’d never admit it, because if what he was saying was true then...he was Kota and Kota was your dog. Getting turned on by your dog was just wrong and you weren’t about to have any of it. 
“I know you heard me,” his suddenly authoritarian voice rang through your ears, and you felt him get closer and closer, until his lips were nearly pressed against the shell of your ear. 
“I said,” he growled, as the covers were suddenly ripped off of you, exposing your naked body to him, “Don’t hide from me.” 
“W-what are you doing?!” you lifted your face from the pillows and found Jungkook towering above you, his fixed gaze seemed like it was piercing through you, with his green eyes darkening mysteriously. 
“What I’ve wanted to do for a long time,” you watched him lower his head, until his lips touched the skin between your shoulder and the nape of the neck. First, he simply caressed your skin carefully, watching amusedly as you tried to fight the whimpers that were threatening to slip past your lips. 
“Are you enjoying this?” you could hear the smirk in his voice. 
“No, I’m not!” you nearly shouted, “Now let me go!” You tried to sit up and felt something hard press against the soft skin of your ass. You swallowed hard. If it was what you thought it was...then it was his d—
“Get off of me,” you somehow managed to get the man to fall down on the bed next to you, allowing you enough time to hop off of the bed and pick up one of the t-shirts on the floor that you held against your body like a knight would a shield. 
“Feisty..I like that,” the wolf-boy smirked, licking his lips, as he eyes you like a predator does its prey.
“N-now, now, Kota. I am your owner and I’m in control. You listen to me,” you backed up until your body hit the wall. You glanced at the door that was on the opposite side of you and then down at Kota who slowly sat up on the bed and began to make his way towards you, with the robe now hanging down his shoulders, exposing his perfectly sculpted and chiseled upper body. 
“Sit, Kota! Stay back!” you waved your index finger in the air, shouting the commands that had worked countless times when Kota was in his dog form. 
“I’m in control now, (Y/N),” he flashed you his canines yet again, as he slowly stalked towards you. Your heart was going 1000mph and you felt your core heat up at the sound of his voice. It was so wrong, but the fact that it was turned you on even more. 
“Look at how wet you are for me already,” you froze. How did he know? You gulped down and took a look at your lower body that was partially covered by your t-shirt. 
“Oh, I don’t need to see. I can smell you,” he laughed devilishly and you only became more excited. 
“That’s a lie,” you swiftly retorted, now deciding to try and make a run for the door, as the distance between the two of you was becoming smaller and smaller by the second. 
“It’s the truth. Let me prove it,” were the only words you heard before you found yourself pushed against the wall you had just sprinted away from, your arms on either side of you with your ponytail tangled in Kota’s hand, holding you there against the wall. Your heart skipped a beat when you realized that your t-shirt was on the floor next to you, meaning that your body was completely exposed to him.
“See,” shivers ran down your spine as soon as you heard his playful voice, “you’re wet, (Y/N).” He ran a finger through your slick folds, earning a suppressed whimper from you. Fuck, did that feel good.
“I-I’m not w-wet! I’m n-not enjoying this at all. I just have to pee,” you made up a stupid lie, hoping that he wouldn’t catch on to the fact that your body was craving him. 
“Ohhhh,” you heard him chuckle mischievously, before you felt his finger push past your folds and inside of your core, “let me help.”
“W-wait, Kota, ah~,” you squirmed, as his finger began to push in and out of you making lewd noises. You couldn’t even fight him. You were completely at his mercy. The squelching only increased when he added a second one of his large, long fingers and you moaned when he found your g-spot.
“There we go,” he repeatedly began to aim for that spot, earning increasingly louder whines from you, as his fingers fucked you better than anyone ever had, hell, better than you had ever fucked yourself. 
“Kota, please, I can’t take it anymore,” your legs began to shiver, as you were rushing towards the edge. 
“What? Another finger? Gotcha,” as soon as he stuffed his third finger inside of your tight cavern you were forced to let go. The orgasm hit you harder than a train and you moaned, not even being able to throw you read back, let alone move it, as Jungkook was firmly holding it in place, so he could watch your every facial expression. Your legs gave out, as you became a bit lightheaded and Jungkook caught you, before you could hit the floor. You glanced up at him and realized his gaze had turned hungry. Your chest heaved up and down, as you attempted to regain your breath. 
“Come on. I’m far from done with you,” he growled assertively, before his strong arms tossed you on the bed. You were laying on your back, propped up on your elbows, as you watched Jungkook stalk up the bed and towards the area between your legs. 
“Kota, wait—” 
“Jungkook and no. I’ve been wanting to taste this. It smells delicious,” he interrupted you, as he grabbed ahold of both of your legs and spread them apart. Suddenly, images of him sniffing your panties as a wolf flashed back into your head and you blushed. Was he getting turned on by your scent even back then? 
You tried to close your legs, but his hands wouldn’t budge. In fact, he spread them apart even farther to the point where it was nearly painful. You winced and he glared up at you from between your legs, famished. 
“Don’t deny me what is mine,” he said dominantly, making sure you knew that he was in charge and you were at his mercy. 
“(Y/N), tell me, whose pussy is this right here?” he asked, as he lowered his head between your thighs, making sure they stayed spread with his two hands that were firmly keeping them apart. 
“Jungkook, wait. This is wrong. Y-you’re my dog and—,” your protests were cut short by him saying “It’s alright. I’ll remind you by spelling his name for you.”
And with that he spread your folds apart and had his tongue lick a stripe up your sex. 
“Ahhahh~,” you threw your head back in pleasure, the initial feeling of his tongue against your not-yet-satisfied core rendering you unable to form words. Jungkook smiled cockily, knowing exactly what he was doing to your body that he studied as your pet whenever you went and took a shower, whenever you walked around in only an oversized t-shirt, whenever you went to bed naked and whenever you were masturbating in your room and you forgot that he was there. He knew everything about your body, well in theory at least and he was so excited that he was now able to touch it and pleasure you, as well as himself. 
“Now, it starts with a J,” he stated, before having his tongue spell the letter “J” against your sensitive skin, flicking your clit in the process, winning yet another lewd moan from you. His cock was already hard as a rock and was ready to explore your core from the inside, but Jungkook wanted to taste the sweetness he had smelled on your panties so many times before and it was no surprise to him that you tasted exactly like you smelled — like candy. He simply couldn’t get enough of you and after spelling out his name on your pussy, he began to hungrily lap at it, like a dog, and it drove you absolutely crazy. You could no longer suppress any of your moans and by now your whole body was tembling in pleasure. He was eating you out so good you nearly forgot your own name. Who cared that he was your pet wolf/dog about an hour ago or whatever? You had never felt like this before, but you were so turned on all you could think about was getting to your orgasm. 
“Ahahhhahhh~,” he made your toes curl, as he shoved his tongue into your tight pussy, tasting the inside of you with his wet muscle. Suddenly, the pleasure halted and you were left confused and wanting for more. You swiftly propped yourself back up and found Jungkook staring at you through the strands of his hair with his angry big, fat and long cock in his right hand with pre-cum dripping from it. 
You swallowed hard. It was absolutely humongous. Was he planning on putting that inside of you? It would never fit!! 
“W-wait..you’re not planning on—,” he moved up and towered over you, your back pressed against your mattress with your eyes staring up at his face. He was staring down at you with his lusty green eyes, with his hands placed on either side of your head and one of his knees between your legs, so you couldn’t close them. He must’ve lost the robe at some point, because you just now realized that he was no longer wearing it which would explain why you were able to see his full nakedness. Before you could even utter a word, his lips came crashing into yours. It felt magical and it was a kiss you never knew you needed. It was soft, but rough at the same time. The way his tongue forced its way into your mouth and engaged into a fiery tango for dominance against your tongue, which it easily won, turned you on. You were dripping wet and there was nothing you could do about it. He really was unlike anything you’d ever known. You subconsciously kissed him back and before you knew it he was kissing down your body, leaving marks all over it. It was as if he was leaving evidence of his presence behind, so you wouldn’t forget who you belonged to.
“Now, (Y/N),” he suddenly flipped you over on all fours and positioned himself behind you. Your heart rate increased when you felt the tip of his enormous dick run through your folds. 
“Who’s pussy is this?” you could yet again hear the smirk in his voice and you paused for a moment. You were literally about to get fucked by your dog. This really wasn’t right. You had to stop it before it was too late. 
“Wait,” you started, until you, all of the sudden, felt his big member push past your lips and into your core forcefully, filling you all the way up, as if it were about to rip you in half, eliciting a loud “JUNGKOOK!” from you. 
“That’s right, (Y/N). Your pussy is mine,” wanting to feel more of your heavenly, sweet walls, he leaned all the way against your ass, pushing his cock deeper and deeper inside of you, forcing you to let out a string of curses. His dick was so gigantic it hurt. You couldn’t take it. You tried to move away, but he caught on too fast and before you knew it, he had you by the ponytail and pulled you back onto his member. 
“Don’t you run from me, (Y/N),” he growled, as he began to fuck you harder than you had ever been fucked in your life. At first you screamed in pain, the stretch was uncomfortable, but once you got used to it you started to scream in pleasure. He was making you feel so good your eyes rolled tot he back of your head. He was literally fucking you like a dog. The two of you were in a doggy-style position on the bed and he was nearly laying on you, pushing you down onto the mattress, so you had no choice, but to take his dick that he was ramming so deep inside of you that only his balls were left hanging out. 
“You like it, (Y/N)?” he questioned, his canines sinking into your skin, leaving bite marks on the area around your shoulder. 
“J-jungkook—ah~,” you were hardly able to speak, let alone form a sentence. You don’t know what he was doing to you, but it was intoxicating. 
“Should I really mark you as mine, (Y/N)? Make it so every dog, wolf and werewolf can smell that you are mine? Hm?” the dirty words he was uttering only made you wetter—if that was even possible. You couldn’t even really comprehend his intention behind those words anymore. He could do whatever he wanted to you. His dick was like a drug and it made you completely helpless. At this point you were down for whatever. Jungkook was now the master and you were the pet. The roles had been reversed. 
“Fuck, (Y/N). I’m gonna cum,” he barked, his thrusts slowly becoming erratic. What would his cum feel like inside of you? Warm? Would it fill you up even more? You don’t know how, but for a brief moment those thoughts crossed your mind that had been completely unable to think at all a second ago. 
“(Y/N), say it. Say Jungkook, I’m your bitch,” he snarled violently, his dick still thrusting deep inside of you. 
“J-J—,” you were interrupted by is loud hiss, “Say it, (Y/N)!”
You don’t know what came over you, but before you could even understand what was happening, you moaned, “Jungkook, I’m your bitch!”
And that did it to him. You felt his cock twitch, as his orgasm ran through him, inciting your own orgasm as well. You felt his seed spill into you and paint your walls white, as he groaned. It was so much and he wasn’t pulling out. He buried his dick deep inside of you, as your walls convulsed around him, milking him of his cum. You stayed like that for a few minutes, while he was unloading his seed inside of you, just like a dog would. You were incapacitated by his body that was resting on top of yours, but you don’t think you would’ve moved even if it hadn’t been there. Just the thought and the fact that he was ejaculating inside of you made you reach your peak yet again. He had made you cum at least three times and that was insane. It was like he had put you in a trance. 
“Ughhh,” he growled, as he carefully pulled his sensitive cock out of you. His cum spilled out the moment he did and you were glad he couldn’t see the sinfully lewd expression you were wearing on your face. It felt so good. 
You suddenly felt his presence right next to your right ear as he whispered, “Now the whole neighborhood will know you’re mine.” 
You blushed, as shivers made their way down the length of your spine yet again. What was he saying?! You slipped away from under him and rushed to the bathroom to process what had happened. This had to be a dream! This couldn’t be real! You leaned against the door and quickly locked it, exhaling loudly. You needed to wake up. You turned on the sink and splashed your face with cold water. Wake up, wake up, wake up! However, nothing was changing. You were still standing in front of the sink looking at your reflection in the mirror. Your body was covered with hickeys and bite marks, your hair was all messed up and cum was leaking from your red and abused pussy. 
Your jaw dropped, as you screamed internally. You had really just become your dog’s bitch! 
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All of them. Just to be a pain
Can’t believe I’m about to answer these but its either this or a marketing assignment so here goes…
1: when you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk?
more cereal
2: do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintery day?
Yes! 
3: what random objects do you use to bookmark your books?
blank revision cards and raffle tickets
4: how do you take your coffee/tea?
white with sugar
5: are you self-conscious of your smile?
yes
6: do you keep plants?
non but i would like to (in fact, I’m going to buy one next week)
7: do you name your plants?
nope
8: what artistic medium do you use to express your feelings?
none im not very creative :(
9: do you like singing/humming to yourself?
yep
10: do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach?
side or stomach usually
11: what’s an inner joke you have with your friends?
hmmm can’t think of this (wait you should know this any idea?)
12: what’s your favorite planet?
Pluto
13: what’s something that made you smile today?
my little niece started talking to me about flying pigs
14: if you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like?
like the friends apartment with loads of little quirky shit
15: go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is!
Venus is the only planet that spins backwards relative to the other planets.
16: what’s your favorite pasta dish?
good ole simple pasta with tomato sauce and cheese
17: what color do you really want to dye your hair?
dark purple 
18: tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up.
i have no stories omg 
19: do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw/ in it?
non
20: what’s your favorite eye color?
don’t have one in particular, depends on the person really 
21: talk about your favorite bag, the one that’s been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces.
there was my little karrimor rucksack that i had all throughout (most of ) secondary school and it broke on the day before the last day of Year 11 but still holds a special place in my heart
22: are you a morning person?
nooooooooo (unless its morning where you’ve been up all night)
23: what’s your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations?
make tea and watch tv
24: is there someone out there you would trust with every single one of your secrets?
nope (i don’t have a lot of secrets though??)
25: what’s the weirdest place you’ve ever broken into?
a hotel kitchen (by accident i should add)
26: what are the shoes you’ve had for forever and wear with every single outfit?
at the moment, my black boots
27: what’s your favorite bubblegum flavor?
mint?? idek
28: sunrise or sunset?
sunset
29: what’s something really cute that one of your friends does and is totally endearing?
there’s this one little shit that always sends me asks on tumblr
30: think of it: have you ever been truly scared?
yes
31: what is your opinion of socks? do you like wearing weird socks? do you sleep with socks? do you confine yourself to white sock hell? really, just talk about sock
socks, my friend, are a fucking brilliant invention. i have a bit of love-hate relationship with socks because i feel like they confine your feet (i mean why would you want to lock your feet into little pockets of cloth?) but on the other hand THEY’RE SO CUTE. little socks with funky patterns and little animals and the super soft house socks as well. having said that, all my socks are black with either pink purple or blue on the foot and heel parts. SO, my favourite thing to do is always wear mismatched socks - but nobody can tell because the main part of the sock is black. It’s like a little secret I can wear all day knowing that my socks are not the same even though it looks like they are.
32: tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends.
we’d just left a club in prague and headed over to burger king. we sat down and then out of nowhere in the middle of prague this group of gujarati kids came and sat down next to us. I had a conversation with them and forgot that the other girls hadn’t the foggiest idea what the fuck we were talking about. we were leaving and then one of them asked me to marry him……
33: what’s your fave pastry?
er…something with chocolate? or apples
34: tell us about the stuffed animal you kept as a kid. what is it called? what does it look like? do you still keep it?
there was this little black dog that used to be my sister’s, i can’t remember what i used to call him but I’ve still got him somewhere
35: do you like stationary and pretty pens and so on? do you use them often?
I absolutely love them but can never bring myself to use them (I eventually did and my Latin notes are so fucking pretty)
36: which band’s sound would fit your mood right now?
Bahamas
37: do you like keeping your room messy or clean?
messy but organised messy
38: tell us about your pet peeves!
when people walk slowly in the middle of the street and when people think they’re better than you
39: what color do you wear the most?
black
40: think of a piece of jewelry you own: what’s it’s story? does it have any meaning to you?
i have a little harry potter necklace i got for my 16th which i wear almost every day
41: what’s the last book you remember really, really loving?
me before you
42: do you have a favorite coffee shop? describe it!
don’t like coffee shops much
43: who was the last person you gazed at the stars with?
nobody
44: when was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything?
last sunday
45: do you trust your instincts a lot?
no lol they’re shit
46: tell us the worst pun you can think of.
all puns are good puns
47: what food do you think should be banned from the universe?
ermm dunnoo
48: what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today?
can’t remember exactly what my biggest fear was, but it’s not the same as today (although probably quite similar)
49: do you like buying CDs and records? what was the last one you bought?
nope don’t own any
50: what’s an odd thing you collect?
empty glue sticks
51: think of a person. what song do you associate with them?
you - la vie en rose
52: what are your favorite memes of the year so far?
LOOL some of the trump and theresa may ones have been pretty good
53: have you ever watched the rocky horror picture show? heathers? beetlejuice? pulp fiction? what do you think of them?
no but they’re all on my list to watch
54: who’s the last person you saw with a true look of sadness on their face?
probably a stranger on the train
55: what’s the most dramatic thing you’ve ever done to prove a point?
moved out 
56: what are some things you find endearing in people?
people tagging in posts and memes
57: go listen to bohemian rhapsody. how did it make you feel? did you dramatically reenact the lyrics?
currently ill in bed so i didn’t even move -_-
58: who’s the wine mom and who’s the vodka aunt in your group of friends? why?
keef is the wine mom and i reckon you will be the vodka aunt :)
59: what’s your favorite myth?
there was this one where zeus was cheating on hera and when he got caught he turned the woman into a cow
60: do you like poetry? what are some of your faves?
yes! usually just snippets i read on the internet though
61: what’s the stupidest gift you’ve ever given? the stupidest one you’ve ever received?
given is what we gave keef and received…i don’t think ive ever received a stupid gift?
62: do you drink juice in the morning? which kind?
sometimes yes, either the innocent strawberry and banana smoothie or the orange and passionfruit tropicana
63: are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organized or kinda leave them be?
music yes, it all has to be in particular playlists and books no, they’re just stacked randomly
64: what color is the sky where you are right now?
bright blueee
65: is there anyone you haven’t seen in a long time who you’d love to hang out with?
you :( and a couple of people from school actually
66: what would your ideal flower crown look like?
tiny little black red and purple flowers
67: how do gloomy days where the sky is dark and the world is misty make you feel?
a bit eh actually, but also nice if i’m inside and in bed
68: what’s winter like where you live?
not great, just a bit grim and rainy and no snow
69: what are your favorite board games?
monopolyyyy
70: have you ever used a ouija board?
nope
71: what’s your favorite kind of tea?
breakfast tea
72: are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you’ll forget it?
1000000% yes
73: what are some of your worst habits?
picking at the skin around my fingers and overthinking (the standard tbh)
74: describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns.
newcastle born and bred sarcastic little shit who can be a bit annoying but also has a heart of gold
75: tell us about your pets!
MY LITTLE BABYYYYY Goghi is my cat - black with little white paws, a white stripe down her front and a white moustache. Softest fucking fur EVER. She has one funny eye, hates people and sleeps all day. I also have about twenty fish in the pond and two little ones in a tank inside. Varying sizes and no names
76: is there anything you should be doing right now but aren’t?
a marketing assignment, the laundry and cleaning my room 
77: pink or yellow lemonade?
noooo idea..
78: are you in the minion hateclub or fanclub?
fanclub. they’re one in a minion those things
79: what’s one of the cutest things someone has ever done for you?
little things like when people come and see me i cant think of a particular example
80: what color are your bedroom walls? did you choose that color? if so, why?
beige and nope we just painted the whole house that colour
81: describe one of your friend’s eyes using the most abstract imagery you can think of.
*can’t remember what anyone’s eyes look like*
82: are/were you good in school?
yeah i was a pretty good student
83: what’s some of your favorite album art?
the airborne toxic event and green day’s american idiot
84: are you planning on getting tattoos? which ones?
yesss but not sure yet!
85: do you read comics? what are your faves?
nope
86: do you like concept albums? which ones?
i have never heard of concept albums (upon googling it appears i do like some of them, yes)
87: what are some movies you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives?
3 idiots, dead poets society and kuch kuch hota hai amongst others
88: are there any artistic movements you particularly enjoy?
non
89: are you close to your parents?
eh
90: talk about your one of you favorite cities.
Londonnn - its just….everything (but also expensive)
91: where do you plan on traveling this year?
croatia, Bosnia and Herzegovina  and hopefully a couple of other city breaks
92: are you a person who drowns their pasta in cheese or a person who barely sprinkles a pinch?
drowns
93: what’s the hairstyle you wear the most?
hair down if its straight or pony tail if its curly
94: who was the last person you know to have a birthday?
my little cousin’s birthday was yesterday
95: what are your plans for this weekend?
stay in be all weekend drink tea and eat soup
96: do you install your computer updates really quickly or do you procrastinate on them a lot?
procrastinate, all the time
97: myer briggs type, zodiac sign, and hogwarts house?
INTJ/INTP, gemini and ravenclaw
98: when’s the last time you went hiking? did you enjoy it?
ncs? loved it but also hated it because i don’t like climbing
99: list some songs that resonate to your soul whenever you hear them.
Current favourites: Sometime Around Midnight, Vampire Smile and Wasn’t Expecting That
100: if you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go 5 years into the past, the other 5 years into the future, which one would you press? why?
Future - five years ago i was there and twas a bit shite
oh my god you don’t know how long those took me YOU BETTER READ THEM ALL @findinganiqa XXX
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