#i have shoulder length hair and was wearing a mask but thats all i had going for me as far as looking like a girl

[blizzard-nightlamps]

had an old guy think i was a girl a few days ago at my grandmas apartment. it's the first time ive ever been mistaken for a girl afaik and im 99% sure im cis but on the offchance i end up being trasgegre im making sure i dont forget about it

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Little Bunny (A Black Phone Drabble) - Grabber x (F) Reader

Drabble fill for the Anon who so kindly donated to me. Anon Wrote: My prompt will be a girl gets nabbed by the grabber, & when he goes through her backpack, he finds she carries around a yellow comfort plush bunny (mocks and coos at her for it?) srry if thats weird lmao AN: Thank you for your donation. With your money I am already on my halfway goal of buying a new pair of glasses :D Which I really need, so thank you loads. You have no idea how much this means to me <3 Rating: NC-17 Due to themes, smut-related words and references. Little Bunny – Grabber x Reader

When you opened your eyes it was to the hunched form of a man. His lean, slender frame was bent over something, his back to you. You could faintly see the traces of his shoulder-length hair. Like Gollum hunched over his most coveted treasure.

Your vision was blurry, so you sat up and rubbed your eyes. Something sturdy was beneath you, not as soft as it should have been but no stones either. The room around you was dark and murky. There was a dull pounding in your skull and your lungs ached as if you’d inhaled too much smoke. Vague flashes of memories suddenly hit you. Of a man. A van. Black balloons. And you, polite and kind as ever, offering to help him.

Had your own kindness gotten you into this predicament? It did not seem fair.

Once your gaze slid back to the man, you noticed that he had turned around to look at you. But instead of meeting a human expression, you met the artificial smile of a pale devil with horns. No human face was visible. The man was wearing a mask to obscure his features from you, a sign that whatever he had in mind for you wasn’t going to be something good.

Devilish intentions, you thought, while a shudder of fear ran down your spine. A monster. Not a man. 

“Ah, so you are awake,” his low voice groused. But there was a certain playfulness to it. As if he was somehow twisting his voice into a caricature version of his own. He was toying with you. You brought your hand up to your chest at the realization, breathing rapidly while you tried to remain calm.

“Where am I?” You asked the first question that came to mind. Your sight was still returning to you, but you’d quickly noticed your surroundings. The same plain walls stared at you, all around. The only piece of furniture, if it could be described as such, was the mattress you woke up on.

“What are you doing with my bag?” you asked, sitting up and scooting to the edge of the blotted mattress. You noticed something sticky beneath your hands and glanced down shortly to see the many spots that must have been created by fluids. But what kind, you didn’t wish to give a thought.

You quickly looked up at your captor again. He was squatted next to your bag. The horrendous mask was directed at you, his eyes glinted behind it.

“Where am I?” you asked once more, as he still had not replied yet.

But it was as if your words were absorbed. You frowned slightly, aware that something wasn’t quite right – other than being abducted. Still, the man did not reply. Instead, he seemed to let out a heavy sigh - judging by the way his shoulders rose and then slumped again. And then he finally turned his head away from you to bring his focus back onto the contents of your bag.

You watched how the man removed a pen from the bag and seemed to study it. The mask tilted to the side while his finger stroked sensually past the plastic pen. Then, his hand up until his wrist disappeared into your bag again. A low breath could be heard, muffled behind the mask’s lips. Was he excited? A shudder, then his hand slowly emerged from your bag again. You half expected to see the pen again, but he had taken out your phone instead.

He studied it with a quiet curiosity. And you watched him with the same silent morbid curiosity. His thumb stroked past the edge until it pressed the power button. Your screen flashed to life shortly before it was silenced and darkness consumed the screen. The man was studying your things, you realized, as he tossed the phone back in and pulled out the next of your belongings.

His hands stroked with reverence past each item that he took out. He rattled your keys gently, then revealed a few items you always carried with you, then your wallet. There was an erotic kind of curiosity to the way he studied each little thing. You thought he had touched everything inside.

Everything, except one thing.

“Now, what do we have here?” The man’s voice made your breath hitch in your throat. It was low, ungodly so. You felt how a spark of longing shot deep into your core. Slick gathered between your folds and you quickly pressed your knees together, forcing your legs to rub against each other in an attempt to ignore what his voice was doing to you.

How could you get this aroused from sound alone? Once again, it wasn’t fair.

You shyly glimpsed away, afraid that he would notice your reaction or see the blush that must be on your cheeks. Apparently, it did not work, for the man had turned towards you fully now and took a deep breath. You heard it. Heard the inhale, heard the slight rasp to it. Then a low chuckle.

“Isn’t that cute?” the man continued, and you would have tried to avoid looking his way if it hadn’t been for the plush bunny he held in his hands. Reverently, as with all of your belongings, he held it, carried it almost on his palms. A yellow plush bunny that gave you comfort when times were harsh – and they had been lately.

If your cheeks hadn’t been red before, they certainly flushed now. Ashamed, you stared at him and bit your lip, biting down any comments you might have wanted to make.

“Why would a big girl like you have a need for a thing like this?” And it was a good question he asked, one that you often had asked yourself during your weaker moments. But then you always reminded yourself of the comfort it brought you. Was owning a plush animal such a bad thing for an adult? Did it make you weak or foolish?

If anything, you thought daring to carry your bunny around with you had always made you stronger.

Then his voice broke you out of your thoughts. Any leering comments you had expected were swapped aside for something far more sinister.

“Is it that you want to have something to cuddle with?” he hummed, the tone’s implication clear.  “Or someone?”

A shiver ran down your spine as you realized what he must be hinting at, and you carefully scooted farther away from the stranger and as far back onto the dingy mattress as you could, until your back hit the hard wall. Eyes wide with a mixture of fear and disbelief, you held up an arm in front of you as if to stop him from getting any closer.

“Ah, suddenly getting shy?” the man cooed before you could even utter a word in your defense. You watched as he moved his arms to his sides. Your plush bunny was pressed against his hip, flattened with its soft face against the hardness of his hipbone, its ears tapped against the cold metal of the man’s belt.

And you winced. Your poor bunny.

“Please, sir,” finally you found your voice and the opportunity to get a word in between the man’s rambling. “It’s mine, my comfort bunny. Could you give it back?”

The mask tilted but there was no mistaking. His eyes were directed at your outstretched hand, your arm still in front of you, muscles slightly trembling. And something started to smolder in them. Some kind of perverted dark pleasure was visible in his eyes.

“That’s all right,” the man’s voice was low and leering. For a moment you expected him to hand back your plush toy. But then you saw him raise the bunny to his mask and heard the rough rasp of his voice. “You won’t be needing this any longer. If it is comfort you seek, then it is comfort I shall give you.”

And against all of your expectations, down the bunny went, onto the dirt-covered stone floor. Without thinking you dove forward to catch it, ending up in front of the man’s feet on the floor.

Your hand came to rest upon the plush fur of your most beloved toy, when suddenly a shoe was upon it, crushing the back of your hand under the rubber soles of a sturdy shoe. You lay vulnerably in front of the man, completely at his mercy. A pained groan escaped you through gritted teeth, and you looked up to meet the devilish silhouette that towered above you.

Your kidnapper seemed nothing more but a shadow, the mask’s features hidden in the darkness of the room. But his eyes, oh! They glinted like embers in the night. A pure evil shone within them; the promise of a devil.

“I think,” the low murmured words fell silent on the basement’s tiles and he added a little more weight onto your hand, just enough that the pain became unbearable, but not enough to crack bones. “You and I are going to get real comfortable around each other, sweetheart.”

Then, his foot lifted from your hand, making you gasp in relief. Your other hand cradled your hurt one, bringing it close to your chest, your bunny as well – no way you were going to let go of it now.

Your kidnapper looked down at you, hands on his hips, and huffed. “Oh yes,” his voice lowered another notch until the low vibrations sent tingles of pleasure down your sopping cunt. Despite being scared, you felt the thrill of being in this man's hands. Especially when his low murmur brought another promise:

“Real comfortable.”

[ambyandony]

its melone

heres monster au melone & some of the concept sketches for his sigil. yes he actually looks like this .

this was supposed to be short and a quick summary but then i started saying things so... monster au loredump!! with a couple of visuals!!

hes a cambion (so half-human and half-demon) and for some reason people seem to think its his fault he is the kid of a demon as if he had a fuckin say in that?

hes actually not as bad as hes generally made out to be (he kinda wishes people would jump to conclusions a little less often when they hear hes a cambion because it's pretty annoying). I mean he's pretty strange and likes to weird people out but . He's not actually as bad as people assume.

I'd say most likely hes also got some real stress from his whole situation and some shit thats happened to him (almost definitely some of it is thanks to him being the kid of a demon). Whatever background / general circumstances he has, it's given him either some kind of trauma or some other various psychological-emotional issues that he probably tries to mask by his habit of being offputting just to mess with people. not totally sure what specifically is up with him but theres definitely a lot going on there that he would prefer not to discuss

but hes still a little bastard and i still want to hit him with a rolled up newspaper. di molto THIS, bitch *smacks him upside the head*

anyways,

physiology

Melone is actually the most unique in terms of known infernals in monster au insofar; unlike trish, diavolo, and abbacchio (kinda), Melone falls under the category of 'head-horned' and 'pencil-tailed' (or 'wire-tailed').

Most infernals seen in the Monster AU sorta resemble D&D style tieflings; Trish, Diavolo and Abbacchio are all considered face-horned and slope-tailed and are also wingless. Though Abbacchio is 'smooth-tailed' and Trish and Diavolo are 'fur-tailed', their construction is essentially the same.

Melone has a semblance to the more simplified / stylised pop media depictions of demons, yknow, like the little devil on the shoulder guy, little horns on the top of the head, thin pointy tail, tiny wings, etc. These kinds of demons do exist, but they are actually incredibly rare, on account of their physiological construction being pretty uhhh... not the best . (IM NOT CALLING YOU 'GOOD BOY' THIS BODY STRUCTURE IS SHIT!!!!!)

the wings are exclusively aesthetic, (yes they are actually they (unsurprisingly) can't actually even remotely support his weight (nature takes pity on these fuckers and usually these demons are able to semi-innately use minor levitation instead) and he can barely move them either, since they're barely connected to him if at all.

The horn placement doesn't really have an evolutionary bearing (face-horned infernals seem to be more common for some reason or another, but head-horned infernals aren't too rare); it's more just that the size of the horns that are seen on his specific breed/species are pretty much useless and seemingly have little to no function other than making hats hard to wear and getting in the way when they're trying to brush their hair.

his ears are pointed but short; whether this has to do with his hybridism or not isn't entirely clear, but they're observed to have a limited range of independent motion (he can move them somewhat). Demons with longer ears can also often achieve some level of independent motion; how much can vary, but generally, it ranges between only being able to twitch them to having either up-and-down motion or outward-inward motion, but never both. Which type of ear movement a demon has is often based on the natural position of the ears or the 'function' that the specific demon has.

Melone's ears, however, despite being shorter, have the same quality of hearing and a much wider range of motion, having both up-down and forward-backwards movement, likely owing to the muscles and cartilage that would have contributed to ear length—instead being structured to facilitate the expanded range of motion. or some shit

the construction of a pencil-tailed demon's tail is frail and lacks power, yet seems to be important for the flow of magic through their bodies. Unfortunately for them, though the tails can be somewhat prehensile, they are pretty easily chopped off due to the bones inside them being light and fragile and the tails themselves being very thin. Slope-tailed infernals, on the other hand, have much sturdier construction, thicker and stronger bones, more flesh to protect the bones, and some species also have tough scales.

magic

Melone has access to a range of magic as an infernal cryptian; almost every demon in human society has access to illusory magic out of necessity. His illusory magic is by default active on himself, but through magic development and practice, he can also use it beyond himself, though his illusory magic seems unusually (unusual for demons in general, anyway... not necessarily unusual for his kind) limited to only working on living things, people specifically.

He mostly keeps it confined to himself, but also often extends it to Ghiaccio since Ghiaccio isn't a magic user and has trouble with his partial transformations happening near-constantly (in reaction to his emotional states and sometimes just randomly). The auxiliary magic is pretty much the thing that best helps Ghiaccio with human passing. He hates his ailuranthropy and hates exhibiting it, so aside from just keeping Ghiaccio safe in general through helping with human-passing, it also makes the poor bastard feel a bit better since his ailuranthropy isn't showing.

Melone may push his luck and test Ghiaccio's (and Risotto's) patience with the use of a cheap laser pointer but at least he still cares. (the laser pointer 'prank' perpetuated by Melone and Formaggio irritates Risotto to the point where (to quote myself, from an earlier post:) the members of the team are explicitly told, sternly, by risotto, not to carry and/or use laser pointers around the hideout anymore, because the laser pointers’ literal only use is making Ghiaccio accidentally break the furniture and they frankly can’t afford it (risotto vc) "i do not care how fucking funny you think it is we don’t have the funds for the potential collateral")

As mentioned, Melone also has use of levitative abilities. which he naturally over-uses because it's fun and awesome to be able to freely float around with the exertion of little to no physical effort. he frequently hovers a bit and has a tendency to like. recline mid-air you know the sort. Every so often, if he's particularly tired, he can, somehow, fall asleep in mid-air.

in particular, due to his species / breed plus his demihumanity, he can't really use offensive magic—or things such as aurafire or flares—aside from using very weak projections in desperate situations but it tends to drain him quickly and doesn't do much damage.

regarding his concentration of mana / magic and its flow through him;

Like many inherently-magical creatures, Melone needs to have a proper manaflow for the sake of his own health.

mana and mana exhaustion monster au lore side tangent

For creatures that are magical in nature—I'm gonna call those magicrypts (magic cryptians) to make this a bit quicker—they rely on manaflow to live just as much as bloodflow and airflow—assuming they even need either of those. Actually, the reason that it's often hard to kill demons and magicrypt in general without utilising their weaknesses is that if they start suffering blood loss (asphyxiation, too, sometimes), they can supplement it with their manaflow, which keeps them alive despite exsanguination ( / asphyxiation ). Stand Users are also supernaturally vigorous which may have some relation to the flow of mana even for non-mage humans.

They are always, or almost always, circulating mana, and they must be able to replenish their supply of it so they don't run out. Most beings do not naturally produce it on their own, though, and instead gain it through mana absorption which has various methods / types. Often, creatures that need mana to survive have a way to stockpile / store it for later use, which facilitates the use of 'actual magic'—magic is kinda a synonym of mana, but can also mean magic that's 'used', castmagic (I don't like the term 'spell', it's too specific).

A magicrypt without mana storing capacity (very rare) has a lesser capacity for castmagic, unless they draw the mana for the casting directly from their environment which is incredibly hard to do, especially in such a short amount of time—and especially when the mana is converted directly into castmagic without pre-conversion in the body, wherein a magicrypt's manaflow naturally converts the inbound mana into the most efficient, practical, or usable form—so, casting magic like this has a high risk of backfire.

As a little piece of trivia, because it's a radiation of magical energy, if a magic-reliant monster suddenly loses too much and they can't replenish, they will drain their own aura into mana just to prolong their own survival for just a little while longer.

Melone has a typical construction that facilitates storing mana and building up an extra supply of it for use without disrupting his vital primary manaflow. If he ever were to run out of mana completely, Melone would most likely fall severely ill, and eventually die soon after his aura starts fading, if somehow he wasn't able to restore his manaflow before then.

It also should be noted—there is a minor caveat for someone such as Melone when it comes to mana exhaustion:

... as a Stand User, his soul's energy (which is, for all intents and purposes, a form of mana) is manifested as an entity—a Stand—and, consequently, Baby Face is essentially a mass of concentrated energy. If the body exhausts all mana, isn't replenishing, and has already drained its aura's mana as a last-ditch substitute... well, obviously, the body is gonna start pretty much straight-up metabolising the Stand into magical energy, which is incredibly hard to recover from, assuming the person even manages to survive after that point.

Popular to contrary belief, most demons probably have souls. Also all Stand Users have souls (unless in a very specific kind of special case) because their Stands 'are' their souls.

While having proper blood and oxygen flow/supply seems like it should mean he would be fine just surviving off of that, especially given his half-humanity—which does allow him to do this for a while—Melone still cannot survive without mana... at least, certainly not without likely feeling he'd rather be dead instead, because any survival past mana exhaustion is pretty agonising; and also... as stated, after total loss of manaflow and exhaustion of a Stand User's aura, the, like... magic 'respiratory system' instinctively starts absorbing the Stand and using it as mana, which... kind of destroys the psyche? like, that's basically the body obliterating its own soul. after that point youre just. fucked. but—basically, it's unlikely for anyone to survive mana exhaustion once it gets to the point of magically cannibalising their Stand (kinda like how you're fucked once rabies becomes symptomatic), and if they do, there's a strong chance they will never recover anyway.

Circumstances differ, but the conversion of the Stand into mana cannot be undone. Not really, anyway, but if a piece of the Stand remains in its original form, there's a slim chance it could be restored, though this would be hard; and most notably of all, the loss of the Stand is like the loss of the Soul, and a loss of the Soul, especially in this way, directly damages the psyche, which leaves the sufferer as basically a 'shell of their former selves'. While they may be able to function and live, their personality will be vastly different, if they have a detectable personality left at all.

back to talking about melone

For demons, or at least demons of Melone's type, their tails are (essentially) organs for mana intake of various sorts, and also sort of contain a mana 'artery' of sorts as all or most manaflow is "attached" to it. So if a demon of that sort were to lose their tail, they might be unable to replenish their manaflow, and would probably start 'bleeding' magic likely to the point of quick mana exhaustion and eventual death (as above).

Melone's tail, though it tends to mainly move either expressively or absentmindedly (like with most tailed monsters), often is seen pointed towards the ground or resting against it, which he claims is because that's how he collects magical energy.

It's actually not the most effective way of magic absorption for him, because of his species type. His demon half is most likely 'animasugent' (or maybe manasugent I haven't decided yet); so would primarily use 'sugent' absorption, or 'sapping'—basically, he's meant to drain energies from others and then convert them into his own manaflow—rather than the environmental absorption he claims to do. Sugent absorption is presumably what he (the demon part of him, rather) is cryptophysiologically 'designed' to perform. But he's honestly—despite what others' assumptions would likely have you believe—not a big fan of the 'traditional' method even when sugent absorption would be quicker and more effective for him, so he relies mostly on the environmental absorption and just does it more often to compensate.

Alternatively, he can also do lunar absorption—collecting magical energy from the moon, which is known to be a major source of magical energy for Earth as a whole. This pretty much just entails going outside at night and having access to the moonlight.

There's a very small problem to this method, and it's that Melone is one of the unfortunate (few? many? hard to say) who are susceptible to moonsickness. Effectively every cryptian and/or mage has a particular threshold for mana exposure tolerance. Moonsickness is, to put it simply, what happens when that threshold is passed in regards to the moon. It's a bit awkward because it's a very general term that could also refer to a few specific things, but generally, moonsickness is a 'magical' illness that occurs with overexposure to the moon and/or its magical energy.

It's because the moon and moonlight are arguably the most powerful sources of magical energy on Earth (it's something about the moon itself that makes the sunlight suddenly become magical upon being reflected off its surface—sunlight is not inherently magical in most ways that aren't related to Hamon) and have their own 'kind' of magical energy, lunar mana, and some people can have different tolerances for terrestrial mana vs lunar mana, which is why moonsickness is so prevalent. So a being who can use magic just fine, such as Melone, can still be pretty sensitive to the moon's energy.

The exact symptoms of moonsickness are kind of dependent, there seem to be different 'kinds' of moonsickness, or it affects people differently based on certain factors. It can affect the same person in different ways if the conditions are 'right'.

Some sufferers of moonsickness suffer it like an actual physical illness, usually experiencing nausea, terrible headaches, fever, congestion, etc. like, sometimes people just get the fucking flu from the moon.

Some sufferers have a sort of overflow upon being hypercharged from the moon's energy, and despite being too full of energy, they display the exact opposite; they suddenly become weak and fatigued, lose all their strength, and oftentimes, they briefly faint or collapse.

Some sufferers are afflicted with magical malfunction—either their abilities don't work, don't work properly, backfire, or just straight-up go haywire (this is common in children with magical inclinations).

Finally, some moonsick individuals slip into lunacy, a violent and/or incoherent state where the sufferer is likely to endanger themselves and others. Lunacy is most often seen in zooanthropes, but other cryptians can also suffer from it.

Melone's symptoms vary on the day. He can do lunar absorption if he's careful or finds a balance, but he generally stays out of moonlight. At my current concept, on the Full Moon, I figure he loses all magic ability (and the loss of power lingers into the following morning, probably, like a magic hangover) but Melone probably spends a good portion of the night making sure Ghiaccio isn't about to go insane anyway (the full moon seems to be the one time that he fully transforms, so he's usually in a lot of pain which naturally pisses him off) . not 100% on that tho

alright ill shut up now hope you enjoyed the side tangent ciao <3

[jacedified]

Listener Outfits

“ Summit Edition “

‼️ SUMMIT SPOILERS ‼️

i know the redacted girls gays and theys are probably all stressing about what happened to the king of the house of bennette or why vincent and porter are fighting.. again.. or what happened to sweetheart but i really wanna show off what i think the listeners wouldve worn to the summit from my pov :>

⚠️ WARNING ‼️

(i view majority of the listeners as fem btw so if ur not interested in fem!listener stuff pls scooch along 💗)

so first we have angel wearing a gorgeous off the shoulder black gown with gold accents.. i also imagined a black and gold feathered mask but i couldnt find any that suited what i was looking for.

next up we have baaabe.. another stunning off the shoulder gown but entirely in red with a sheer black train, i also imagine asher would have a matching red and black suit since hes their favorite accessory :D

here we have everyones favorite stealth Department Investigator, Sweetheart!! serving those blessed enough to see them in person the “undercover investigator at a ball” realness. i feel like the slit with the simple yet eloquently detailed dress is just as the french would say “tre magnifique” .. and you just know milo turned it out just as well in an all black suit detailed with pearls and perfectly picked jewelry

now one of my personal favorites and my second closest kins amongst the listener, DARLIN’ / tank / hardest bitch on the block.. wtv u wanna call her.

now see i wanted to go a different route because i feel like tank as much as she wouldnt mind wearing a custom made gown and have her hair and makeup done by professionals with the rest of the girls, i feel like she’d definitely serve in something like this still custom made and her make up still done but she did it herself bc she knows what fits her face best. shes giving a little bit of androgyny while still siding in feminine and i adore it. only thing missing would be like a small crown or headpiece of some sort that obviously matched what sam wouldve been wearing but not something to crazy or out there that it distracts from the entire outfit itself.

with lovely unlike with the rest of the girls i had a harder time figuring out what someone partnered with both the host of summit and the prince of house of solaire would wear.. but i settled on this as i feel its elevated enough to where everyone wouldnt wanna take their eyes off of her but also elegant enough for the eyes to be staying on because she looks so good. this paired with the silver and black crown i imagined her getting from vincent is just perfect

now youre probably wondering who else could i have possibly added to this list of nothing but wonderful women and pure beauties amongst the redacted cinematic universe.. the answer is . . . alexis :D

now coming from the house of solaire obviously alexis had to show up dressed down to the 9s, especially when darlin’ and lovely will be in attendance .. the nonexistent “whos the fairest of them all” competition happening in alexis’ head would only lead her to wear this gorgeous, obviously designer, all black floor length gown of which is more than likely one of a kind and a very special piece to her. when i imagine alexis, well i dont really have to imagine when i heard her voice during the imperium i kind of already knew what kind of fashion sense she would go for. and thats why she was honestly the easiest to pick for this.

and with all of that out of the way, i bid you all a wonderful summit’s night <3

art credits: jinyapham and ninanoon :D

[neoarchipelago]

HERE’S THE CONTEST’S WINNERS! FUUUUUCK IT WAS SO SO SOOOO HARD TO CHOOSE !

You guys created AMAZING characters it honestly took 2 hours and the help of my Ghost to manage to make a choice!

Thank you so much for your participation you guys make me so happy!!!!

1

Name: Lupus grey

Callname: Grim (6R1M)

Age: in their 20s 

Gender: Non binary, masc leaning

Physical appearance: They have blue greyish eyes, redish/blonde shoulder length hair, they are rather short(about 5'6), slim - not really muscular. They usually cover their face with a fox mask because of a huge face dysphoria(the mask is shown in the mood board), they also have problems expressing their emotions so the mask helps with that

Backstory: Lupus Grey had always hated cold Berlin with its odd, outrageous old buildings. It was a place where they felt anxious but also at home. 

They were a patient, forgetful, coffee drinker with pretty eyes and a slim figure. His friends saw him as "the quite kid". They really were the silent type of person, thinking before using their words. But as soon they got comfortable they got loud and outgoing! 

Lupus had a.. Not so great childhood. Their problems were belittled. They were good at school but never good enough to earn some affection from their parents. They always wanted to become an artist but later found out that they had a talent for hacking too. They used that talent and hacked shady, big companies to force them to their knees. Someday they ended up finding hacker friends- in this case: sparrow!

@muttsstuff

2

Name :Richard

Nickname :Ricky

Code name :Car-Keys

He’s into khaki clothing (gets teased a little) but the main reason was because he lost the car keys in the drain when they were on a mission (was never let down)

Male - Asian Over- weight

Deep voice Loves dying his hair tips different colours (Depends on the mood)

Lives in his parents basement, loves to play MW2 but hacks games to his advantage.

He realised his potential and started broadening his hacking abilities and got rich off it.

Living with his parents is a cover (gotta stay hidden ya know)

@happy-potat0

3

Margo ‘Bishop’ Cassell

Age: 29

Female she/her

•5’6, doesn’t necessarily have a figure but she has “child bearing hips” all grandmas love and point out for some reason. Isn’t considered small but not how society considers “fat” she wears a size 12 pants if that gives an idea. 

•From Kensington Liverpool, grew up with wealthy parents in a slightly religious background. She’s almost the definition of old money yet also getting new money. Was in chess club growing up and also took computer science classes and learned to code, took it a step up by getting into hacking to change a grade for a friend to help them out. Moved on from getting into school grades to other… not so legal information. Promised to not do it again and eventually join British military much to her parents disappointment. 

•I also like the idea of Margo having a kid

•Bishops mood board

@sapchat

4

Name: Elizabeth/Liza

Callsign: coyote

Age: 29

Gender: Female

Physical description: Definetely redhead, and tallish, still shorter a bit than the boys though, slightly chub, so ofc insecure

Backstory: Started hacking cause the government of her home country was so so corrupt, Sparrow found her hacking the same system at the same time so they found her, Lashwell contacting, thy have been working together ever since. After a mission went wrong she was sent to the UK under a fake name for protection, thats how they lost touch for a bit.

@lilacwineandthesinkingsunmain

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@jp2gmd2137

[sissybabycucksophia]

🥵🥵The Holiday Part 2🥵🥵

(This story is complete fiction and although i may desperately wish it isn’t, there is no fact or real world experience behind this story)

Freedom? The right to self determination and control? Yes thats right those things I’d given up too a random stranger on a plane and was now losing any hope of ever getting back. Sat there I mentally took stalk of my situation as I bubbled and cried in the taxi, So I’ve filled 2 diapers with Cum, Piss and this horrible squelching and oozy diarrhoea, the 4 diapers I’m wearing are locked on by plastic waterproof pants which are cutting into my waste thanks to a padlock for which i have no key, Then there was the short legged and puffy shouldered pink playsuit which was now horribly damp from sweat which i again had no idea how to escape from due to once again being padlocked into it, on my hands I have mittens which are also padlocked on… will i ever get them off, but somehow it gets worse because now i’m sat sweating like an Olympian as my body is zipped into a princess dress sleeping bag, over all that i’m sat here in a mid shin length maxi puffer jacket thats zipped right up to my neck! Thats to say nothing for the shoulder length extensions making my hair look more feminine, the pink makeup plastered on my face that weathered my tears, the paci gag strapped and padlocked in place, the noise cancelling headphones slowly destroying my brain by blasting baby shark into my ears every second song and finally the Princess sleep mask thats now saturated with tears covering my eyes!! Still have my freedom !! Now thats a funny joke!!.

My only real hint the taxi was in motion was the vibrations i could feel through the wheelchair so when they stopped I wrongly assumed we had arrived at Sissy Natalies house. However as i felt the sleepmask being raised I saw the taxi driver for the first time, my heart racing as they reached to either side of my head and lowered the headphones i also could hear their gruff Arab accent as the large arab man spoke to me. “Look out the window sissy” was all the man said, turning my head i saw my suitcase outside the taxi and we appeared to be in the middle of nowhere. Still gagged by the pacifier i tried to ask what was going on when the taxi driver stepped out of the taxi past me with a petrol canister and a lighter. NO he wouldn’t!! Would he!? Suddenly he began drowning my suitcase with the petrol, screaming through the paci gag for him not to do it he lit up the lighter and chucked it onto the petrol soaked case. GONE! Well and truly gone! My last drops of masculinity or escape to masculinity were incinerated and like the helpless baby i am, i could do nothing but cry. Watching the large arab man climb back into the taxi he then stood in front of me, his legs at either side of mine, his thighs pressing against my mittened and tied down hands he spoke and said “the dude who wheeled you up to my taxi gave me an extra 400 dollars to torture you more on this taxi ride. This isn’t personal its just business, 100 dollars to destroy your suitcase but leave your hand luggage and 100 for every time ive to shoot a load of my cum onto your pathetic outfit while insulting you for being a faggot, gayboy, cuck and inferior human!.” He said unzipping his pants and lowering them to reveal a huge cock right in my eye line. A wave if pure fear came over me as his moster cock hung there erect in-front of my face and in a moment of genuine fear and distress i tried to scream for help as loud as i could while violently shaking my head and looking around hoping someone would come to my aid i was totally helpless and alone. With one hand the man began to stroke his massive cock while lowering my night mask with the other.

After that he completely unzipped and opened my jacket up to expose my lower layers and began to degrade and abuse me as he stroked his cock, all i could hear was insult after insult as he pumped his cock rapidly. “Imagine calling yourself a man when you volunteered to sit in your own shit and dress like that!! Your so pathetic i’m not even allowed to face fuck you cause your a failure as a man and too weak as a woman!!! Bet your little cucky clitty is rock hard right now from fear and embarrassment you weak little gimp!!! Oh uh uh uh im gonna shoot all over your gay little clothes!!! Uh uh uh yehhhhhhhhh!!!!” Is the only warning i had as I suddenly felt his warm, sticky, gooey load hit my chin, neck and chest. I instantly i gagged hard, pissing myself again i could feel the disgusting sticky mess drip down my chin, neck and settle on the chest of my playsuit just above where the sleepbag dress began. Next all i felt was his massive cock rubbing the palm of my right mitten and felt the cum soak through, after cleaning his cock on my mitten he would start again. Continuing with the insults i was disgusted and so unbelievably humiliated…. Before i even had time to wrestle against the restraining belts to free my hands he shot a second load as big as the first, once again arab bull cum hit my chest, stomach and crotch and this time he’d soak my left mitten with cum as he clean off his penis on it.

At this point my diaper was just as full of weak white sissy precum from my rock hard and desperate to be jerked off piss and shit covered sissy clitty. Finally the man said “I’ve got cover you head too toe in my Bull cuk the dude said to me. But i can see your struggling weak white cuck so while i shoot cum on your crotch again and legs i’ll put your baby music back on so you dont hear me abusing you ok? Would you prefer that?”. Defeated I obviously couldn’t convince him not too so with a sniffle, more tears and a nod of my head he recovered my ears and blasted baby shark and began his final masturbation over me. What the hell was daddy going to think, aw what did it matter! The only clue i had that the taxi driver had shot his load on my crotch again, thighs, shins and feet was him removing my sleep mask and to my horror wiping all his remaining cum on my mask to clean his cock. Returning it to my face he zipped my jacket back up to smoosh all his cum around under it between the jacket and my other layers and i whaled and sobbed horrendously, in fact so badly that i was oblivious to the the shit still squelching around my diapers.

We then continued the journey as i began to doze off and nap. I was so tired, so done in i had grown used to the cum on my chin and neck and the cum soak mask and mittens against my skin. After a decent nap and dreaming of normalcy i was rudely awoken by the taxi jerking to a halt, having been dreaming of freedom when i awoke blindfolded, unable to speak, wheels on the bus blasting in my ears and unable to raise my arms i panicked and tried to scream help and violently pulled against the belts. After a few moments i felt the wheelchair roll backwards down an incline and vibration bounce up the chairs frame making it very uncomfortable, clearly we i was rolling across some kind of Car park tarmac. After a moment i felt the rush of freezing cold air con hit my face (the only exposed skin on my body) and what a relief that was, i was sweating horrifically and now that i had dried Arab bull cum all down my body from chin too toe the mix of unpleasant smells i was putting out were unbelievable. Still oblivious to my surroundings i felt the heat of outside hit me once more as the chair was once again rolled along bumpy tarmac. After 10 minutes of impossible to keep track of movements of the wheelchair i felt the back of that hair butt up against something, then to my surprise the blindfold raised and down came my headphones. There i was in a dindgy, dark, grimy and outdated looking motel room, looking round the wheelchair was butted up against the end of the bed and directly in front of me on the wall was a large plasma screen tv. “The person that booked my taxi for you said to bring you here to drop of your stuff first but since you know how that went, looks like it was just this hand luggage you have to drop off. But since we got time to burn we’ll stay here for a little bit, don’t wanna drop you off too early” the Arab taxi driver said from out of my view range.

Suddenly the Tv in front of me lit up, how pathetic was it all i could think was ‘please put on sofia the first please’ as suddenly the pornhub logo appeared on screen. Clearly the taxi driver planned to watch porn and I nervously watched as he typed in “girl bound and fucked by arab alpha dom”. Clicking the first video i was at first disgusted but quickly found himself turned on thinking how good it would be to be the arab alpha dom! Fucking that blonde white bimbo who was trapped in an armbinder, latex mask and harness gag. Getting quite carried away i forgot the taxi driver was there, moaning through the paci i tugged hard against the belts to get my mitten hands to my very very stiff clitty (not sure why i was tho, it was still completely numb and buried beneath far to many layers to satisfy myself but yet I aggressively tried),getting so swept up in the porn I forgot about my disgusting and full Squishy diaper and began thrusting my pelvis back and forth on the wheel chair. Suddenly all i heard was hysterical laughter, stopping myself i looked round to see the Arab man’s massive cock once again as he walked round next to me completely naked, “did you learn nothing from me cumming on you earlier! YOUR NOT A MAN OR AN ADULT you dont get to be turned on by hetro porn you gay diaper using freak! That porn wasn’t for you! So now i think I’m going to have to each you a lesson”.

With that the cab driver would spend the next hour! Masturbating and shooting loads all over me in, what seemed like a trip so far filled with most demoralising moments of my life, the most masculinity destroying, demoralising, demeaning and shame inducing hour of my life. First he shot 4 loads all over my face, then proceeded to open up my jacket again and shot 10 loads up and down my body from head too toe, next he grabbed a half measuring jug and filled it with his cum before pouring half of the full jug in through the very small gap where my mittens were cinched round my wrists. The feeling was horrible, warm, gooey and his cum now coated my hands as i cringed and tried my best not to heave thinking about how much cum was now all over my face. What was i to do, the entire time I violently with all my strength trying to pull my arms free but now i could do nothing but cry and whale and pathetically beg him to stop through my paci gag. Next he filled the jug again with his cum but this time, ever drop was poured down the neck of my Playsuit onto my bare body, feeling his warm gooey loads run down my chest, behind my fake foam breasts and down my belly I actually let out a babyish scream as I hung my head tears gushying from my eyes. Finally came the taxi drivers most horrifying, horrible, but still because Im a pathetic cuckolded freak, and humiliation hard clitty inducing acts. Standing before me the taxi driver said, “im kinda sad those 4 diapers held out, was hoping i’d see a grown man dressed as a sissy baby faggot with a soaking wet crotch on his clothes…… oh well” and at that the taxi driver aimed his huge penis and began to piss all over the crotch of the sleeping bag dress. My face dropped and for a moment i was frozen in sheer shock, my penis was straining unbearably hard as i desired to jerk off and my movement and fighting for freedom stopped. Looking down at my crotch i watched the golden stream create a dinner plate sized piss stain and as he stopped i watched the golden puddle in my lap disappear as it soaked through to the playsuit and i felt the warm piss press against my thighs.

Laughing maniacally at me the large arab man then zipped my jacket back up, recovered my ears with the headphones blasting baby shark AGAIN and lowered the cum soaked night mask. Deprived of sensation again i began crying again, whaling, snot running out my nose and tugging at my arms, i even began violently thrashing my legs as i felt the cum in my mitten cooling and becoming sticky against my hands and the icky feeling of cum on my chest cooling to become sticky. However in my state of what one might call a little cucky tantrum i moved and thrash around so much the wheelchair would tip over, smacking my head of the bed frame and then the ground i would be knocked unconscious with my last conscious thought being ‘is it only white dudes who can’t produce a Years worth of cum in a day wtf’.

When i awoke i once again was instantly startled by my situation and tried to free my hands to uncover my eyes but all i could feel was the gooey arab bull cum…. Everywhere. Then my drenched crotch became obvious to me. It was bad enough having a diaper full of my own piss and cum but to be covered in the arab mans cum just insighted more tears. Eventually i once again felt the feeling of being pulled backward down an incline, hoping i was being wheeled out of the taxi i felt the constant and painful vibrations like the chair was being wheeled over a chipped driveway. Eventually the chair came to a stop and my headphones were lowered and eyemask raised, the mask constantly smooshing his cum into my skin my eyes were full with tears as the arab man looked me in the eye and said “i’ve left my phone number in your motel room faggot. If you ever wanna be a sexual abdl, you know…. Diapers and sucking daddy off instead of being my cum target or human toilet…. Then phone me and submit ok?! Now your in the hands of whoever tf lives here.” As he stepped back and turned to knock the front door of the house he’d wheeled me up too. With that an older gentleman, say perhaps mid too late 50’s dressed in a black Ralph Loren polo, black slim cut trousers and a pair of black leather loafers. On his wrist I noticed a very large an expensive looking Rolex, also i noticed his Perfectly silver hair was perfectly done in a pompadour hairstyle. “Delivery of the… per…. The baby that Ben ordered a taxi for. Its been paid so i’ll leave it with you” the taxi driver said as i heard the car doors shutting and the engine starting.

Looking at the man my eyes watered as i was on the edge if tears, “Sissy baby jade I presume?” He said in a deep and commanding voice, to which i hung my head and nodded slightly. “Ah yes, Natalie has told me all about you! Well I’m afraid I’m still in the process of doing business with Natalie so you’ll have to wait till I’m done to eh… *sniffs the air around me* em…. Well to get a diaper change” he said authoritatively as he proceeded to wheel me in the front door. As my eyes adjusted the the light difference, i heard the door close and there i was in an open plan living room, kitchen and dining room. Looking over at the dining room table there stood… Sissy Natalie! He was stood next to the dining table, a large Ring gag in his mouth, a pink armbinder cinching his arms tight together behind his back, wearing a grey knee length maid dress with a white apron, around his ankles were cuffs linked by a 50cm chain and on his feet were grey dolly flats, his makeup was done exactly like it always was on his tumblr and his wig was styled into two low pigtails and around his neck was a chunky pink collar. Trying to speak when i saw Natalie i felt the man slap the back of my head hard, “No Cuck! Your going to sit there in your own cum piss and shit and watch quietly while I use the man who you’ve submitted too as a fuck toy! Let that sink in, your more pathetic than a man dressed like that!” He said walking by and grabbing Natalie’s upper arm.

With that the man would proceed to bend a very willing and perhaps even excitedly looking Natalie over the table. Raising the back of his maid outfit the Man lowered his pants and out spring his 12 inch rock hard cock. For the next 20 minutes i watched as Natalie’s ass was pounded hard and fast by the man and almost vomited as i watched the man stuff his penis in through the ring gag and throat fuck Natalie. Eventually the man would bridal carry Natalie up stairs, i sat there still just at the front door until another 20 minutes later the man came down stairs, gathered his things, yelled a sweet goodbye up too Natalie. After he was gone i waited what seemed like a good hour before suddenly hearing Natalie coming downstairs however now he was dressed more gender appropriately, skinny jeans, trainers and a boss tshirt, short spikey hair and no makeup. Looking at him in shock i’d never seen Natalie not dressed as a sissy, however it was unmistakably the same person. Walking over too the wheelchair he crouched down in front of me and said “Welcome my little Sissy diaper princess, welcome to Daddy Ben’s house!” As he then began too loosen the belts restraining my arms to the wheelchair. Instinctively at seeing a face i knew i burst into floods of tears and instantly jumped from the wheelchair wrapping my arms around bens neck i cried and moaned loudly. Taken a little by surprise, ben would wrap his arms around by waste and stand up lifting me up in a hug as he said “aw there there princess… sssshhh sssshhh its ok, your in daddy’s arms now. Your safe, deep breaths. Now do you have the keys too your padlocks cucky?” To which i shook my head. “Its a good thing daddy cares enough to plan ahead then huh?” He added. Ben then carried me to the couch and dropped me onto the middle of the three seater, which naturally squelched around the now freezing diarrhoea.

Walking away for 5 minutes he returned with small bolt cutters and would clip the padlock keeping my paci gag in. Taking the paci from my mouth and removing the headphones and sleep mask I instantly whaled like a baby “I WANNA GO HOME…. IM SCARED… PLEASE DONT MASTURBATE ON ME…. IM A MAN PLEASE😭😭😭” i cried as i suddenly felt a cold wipe begin to clean my face and wipe off all the cum. “Ssshhh ssshh i need you to calm down for me Jade, you’re safe now so… tell daddy why instead of arriving in the playsuit, mittens, ugg boots, Maxi puffer jacket and smelly diaper like requested…. Your wheeled in restrained like this?” Ben said sitting on the coffee table directly infront of me. “Daddy please! *sniffle* please take all these cum and piss soaked cloths off me *whimper* please” I begged raising my cum filled mittens. Ben simply looked at me plainly, “after you answer my question Jade” which I continued to beg “please! Daddy it feels so icky and im so demoralised please!”. Slamming his hand on the coffee table ben said, “the next thing this hand hits is your smelly diaper covered bottom Sissy if you don’t answer daddy’s question!”

Sniffling I hung my head a little as i told daddy Ben everything. “I did everything you asked me too Daddy, i found a big black man to lock me in everything during the flight. He was authoritative, controlling and unwavering. He made sure i drunk a bottle of his cum and baby formula every half hour and he refused to let me out of my diapers no matter how much I begged. This sleeping bag princess dress thing was a present from him, as were the sleep mask and baby music blasting headphones. Just as he put me in them i began to need to poopoo and he refused to free me…. I did diarrhoea into my diapers and everyone on the plane abused me for it. Then Uncle jay flushed all the keys and restrained me too the wheelchair, after that he handed me off to the taxi driver who set my only male clothes on fire and masturbated hundreds of times on me and poured his cum down into my mittens and down the neck of my playsuit…. And he pissed on my crotch so my sleeping bag and playsuit would be soaked. Thats everything daddy” I whimpered having given him the short version.

Moving to sit next to me, Daddy Ben wrapped his arm around my shoulder and rested my head on his shoulder. “Good baby, now i know that must’ve been scary but….. it was all deserved, it all served to make sure you were a controless, helpless, emasculated little baby before daddy saw you. Daddy’s proud of you for not ‘actually’ trying too run away or get help…. Now what does bubba say too a shower and a change into a nice sleeper and fresh diapers. After that we’ll go over some house rules before bedy bye time” Ben said as i found myself lost for words and now only really looking forward too not being covered in a random arab mans cum and piss. Picking me up bridal style, Ben carried me upstairs to the bathroom where he sat me atop the close toilet lid and proceeded to undress me, cutting each padlock he removed the mittens, then the jacket, next the princess dress sleeping bag with a soaked crotch, then the playsuit, the waterproof diaper cover next and finally he would get me to lay on my back on the floor as he removed my diapers. “Well well well Poopy Princess… its not just shit and piss in here…. Looks like someone made cummies a lot. Maybe daddy will have to lock that nasty little clitty in chastity after slathering it in numbing cream….. after all baby girls don’t come by stroking themselves so neither will you cutepie” ben said patronisingly as he helped me stand up and step into the shower. To further embarrass me, Ben would shower me, he rubbed soap in the places that needed it and held the shower to rinse me off, he cleaned my bum and crotch, he shampooed and rinsed my extension adorned head and he washed my face properly removing all makeup.

Eventually he turned off the shower and wrapped me up in towels he would pick me up yet again and carry me into his bedroom, sitting me on the bed he began laying out 2 diapers, “daddy please can i just be a man today?” I begged looking at ben with my big blue sad eyes however Ben simply laughed and said “haha no don’t be silly bubba, your not a man, i think your journey here today proves that don’t you. No im going to rub 24 hour numbing cream on your princess parts, cage your little clitty, then you’ll be diapered, i’ll get you into your sleeper and we’ll go downstairs where i’ll talk you through the rules you’ll follow then we’ll get you some din dins before you go bedy bye bye for today”. With that he dried me off and made me stand as he rubbed and stroked my penis applying the numbing cream, slathering it over every inch of my crotch he looked up and smirked as i whimpered, then he would lock my mircopenis in an appropriately sized cage. Helping me into position he then heavily powdered my butt and crotch before sealing me inside 2 princess diapers and locking puffy Disney Princess waterproof diaper cover pants.

Then walked over to his closet he would pull out a baby pink footed, short puffy shoulder sleeved sleeper with puffy baby blue frills around the neck, chest, sleeves and more. Unzipping the back he would softly guide my limbs and body into the sleeper and gently zipped it up until i heard a click, padlocked!. Standing in front of me he then proceeded to push heavy and bulky pink mittens with frilly wrists onto my hands and secured them tightly with the straps. “Ok princess Jade, back down stairs we go” Ben said as he went to pick me up again but embarrassment i stepped away from him, “please don’t…. I feel helpless and pathetic when you carry me daddy” i whimpered. “Thats the point silly! But its ok, daddy understands your first day has been…. A lot, so i wont carry you downstairs but rule 1. Is that anytime your not being carried you must crawl. So on your hands and knees bubba and follow daddy” ben said softly but intimidatingly as he pointed to the floor. Looking down I reluctantly got onto my hands and knees and as ben beg to walk I followed struggling to use my hands properly in the ridged pink mittens. Reaching the top of the stairs ben offered again to carry me however when I refused he made me bum slide down the stairs smacking my tailbone off every step I eventually reached the bottom where i crawled to the couch and Ben lifted me up to sit up onto the middle seat. Sitting down next to me ben reached over the arm of the couch he pulled up a large chalk board covered in writing. Atop the board it said “Baby Jade Rules”

Looking at me, Daddy Ben began to read to me the rules I was to follow without question. “Ok Bubba, got your listening ears on? Good girl! Now as your aware this is your first time physically in daddy’s presence and being cared for by daddy so I’m afraid daddy has rules you must follow or face punishment.

Rule 1. You WILL crawl everywhere that your not being carried . In other words if daddy or another grown up isn’t carrying you, you WILL crawl.

Rule 2. You WILL NEVER call me by just my name, you WILL prefix my name with daddy, call me just daddy or dada.

Rule 3. You WILL NEVER touch your clitty, thats a yucky and disgusting reminder that your not the adorable little girl you look on the outside and if you were staying longer than 2 weeks daddy would be getting it removed.

Rule 4. You WILL eat nothing but Baby Food and since your made the mistake of saying once on tumblr too me that you don’t eat fruit very often you will be eating fruit after every meal. Other than fruit and baby food, oh and milk & baby formula, you’ll eat nothing else.

Rule 5. YOU ARE A BABY GIRL, do not dare ask to be an adult or even a boy, that ships sailed, you put yourself in this position. Your far to feeble to be an adult and your clitty is far to small to even be a baby boy, so you WILL wear everything i decide and I tell you.

Rule 6. Bed time is 4:30pm at the latest and wake up time is 11:00am at the earliest, daddy doesn’t care if you think your tired because he knows that baby needs their sleep. Depending on how daddy feels, you may also be put down for a nap from 12 too 1:30.

Rule 7. You WILL speak in only Baby and toddler speak, short broken english sentences, baby gurgles and moans. Any attempt to talk to daddy like your an adult will lead to punishment.

Rule 8. You will have NO sexual pleasure or contact of any kind. Your a cuck baby, daddy will make you drink his cum, sleep with a teddy full of his cum and will piss and cum onto you/ into your diaper. But you will not be face fucked or ass fucked but you will also have no chance to have sex yourself. This is to keep you embarrassed, horny and desperate to be touched.

Rule 9. You will consume no adult media or entertainment of any kind, you’ll watch little girl tv shows (eg sofia the first, Ever After High, Bratz, Hannah Montana and My little pony), read baby books and listen to music specifically for babies.

Rule 10. The last rule for now is, remember your in my house, i can kick you out onto the street dressed the way you are now whenever i feel like it. So obey me and I’ll see too it your two weeks has you desperate to come back~.” With each rule I quivered a little in my sleeper my complete numb penis strained hard to become erect as the cage smothered it. Once Daddy Ben stopped he would get up and hang the embarrassing rules on the wall above the tv, then sitting down next to me i rubbed the front of my crotch with my mittens trying to get some sensation but nothing happened, looking at Daddy ben i whimpered. “Please let me orgasm like a man daddy 🥺 i’m so embarrassed i think my penis might explode with cum if i dont” to which ben simply grabbed under my arm and pulled me across him. Before i knew it i was over his lap, my crotch on his knee and ass pointing up and suddenly with word or warning a hard smack hit my ass, pain spread across my ass cheeks and i couldn’t help but squeal like a little girl. Daddy Ben had just spanked me so hard that even through the sleeper and puffy diapers it stung as much as bare skin, “shut up Jade, 5 spanks for each of the 2 rules you just broke!” He simply stated as he proceeded to slam his palm down hard again on my ass before i could say anything. With each spank my eyes watered, i kicked and flailed my legs and tried to get off his lap. Eventually with an incredibly sore ass daddy finished and turned me over to sit on his lap, legs hanging off on side of his thighs I winced as pressure was placed on my cheeks from sitting. Sniffling, daddy used his thumb to wipe away my tears as he said. “There there ssshhh ssshhh stop the crying now princess, you broke a rule and you’ve been punished. I’ll have no more tears missy”

Staring a daddy i couldn’t believe this, a grown man! Im a grown man and here i was sat on the lap of another grown man who had just finished spanking me like a child while wearing chastity, diapers, a sleeper and mittens, extensions in my hair made me look the part as well. How pathetic was i! A grown man sat here like a baby girl with another man! Wiping away tears that they cause by inflicting punishment on me!.

At that daddy would scoop me up in his arms and walk through to the kitchen as he said, “you should know Princess that because you’ve had a long day i only spanked you 5 times for each broken rule, that was daddy being nice, it should be 10 for every rule broken.” He said as my cheek glowed red with humiliation, however that was nothing compared too the humiliation of spotting what daddy was about to put me down in. Walking up to a very sturdy built high chair daddy sat me down, pushing my wrists down into stocks my arms were locked to the chair arms and my ankles would also become locked into stocks making escape from the chair impossible. Whimpering i watched daddy slid a tray table on trapping my torso as well, “daddy….” Stopping to think i found myself trying to obey the baby speak rule, “uhm pwease cans you fwee my wists. Dis makin me scawed” i lisped and whimpered as the restrained arms began giving me flashbacks too the arab cock shooting cum at me.

Having began pottering around in the kitchen, daddy returned with 6 little baby food cups, a measuring jug full of what was unmistakably cum, a bottle of milk and a baby spoon. “No silly, mittened little babies can’t feed themselves and I won’t have you flailing around while daddies trying to feed you your din dins” Daddy replies ripping open the lid of the first baby food cup and pouring some of the cum from the jug into the baby food. Mixing it all up with the baby spoon he then took a spoonful and began to further treat me like a child, “open wide here cums the choo choo train, chugga chugga choo choo”.

Would i do it? Open my mouth and begin what was bound to be the longest and most disgusting meal i’d had in a while?…….

[finallyaniguana]

Watch The Eyes: Paris [8]

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The next day at school was like every other. Marinette arrived only a few minutes before Mlle Bustier took roll, breathing heavily.

Alya shook her head at her best friend.

"At least you're on time," she sighed.

On the other side of the room, Lila was spewing lies as usual. She had failed to make good on her promise to turned all Marinette's against her, but she was still going strong with her tall tales.

"I really hope we win that trip to Gotham. It would mean so much to me! I have such good memories there," Lila was saying.

"Oh, yeah? Do tell," Alix requested, expression a careful neutral.

"Well... it's a bit of a secret. But, I can trust you all, right?" Lila giggled. "Okay, I'll let you in!"

Chloe was rolling her eyes next to Adrien. She caught his eye and shook her head.

That caught Marinette's interest.

'Is that secret that you've been lying to everyone and will now be moving to Gotham, never to be seen again?' she thought sarcastically.

"Bruce Wayne's youngest son, Damain, is actually my soulmate," she claimed.

Adrien raised his eyebrows incredulously from the front row. If she has a soulmate thats 'oh-so important to her', then why has she been hanging all over him?

"We decided to wait until after we graduated to be together of course. So we could find ourselves before really turning to each other," she went on.

Adrien slumped down. He may never be safe from her fawning.

Rose sighed, almost literal hearts in her eyes.

"That's soooooooo romantic! How did you guys meet?" she begged to know.

Lila pretended to be resistant to sharing her little story before sitting up straighter, gaining energy from everyone's attention like a sadistic leech.

"Well, when we were seven, my mother was stationed in the US. In Gotham. We met in the hotel lobby. While my mom and Mr. Wayne talked, of course he insisted I call him Bruce after, since we're practically family now, I spent time with his son. When I looked into his eyes for the first time... it was like a whole new world opened up," she forced a dreamy sigh.

Marinette had no idea how everyone was falling for this. She and Adrien made peripheral eye contact. He wiggled his eyebrows at her. She held back her laughter.

"I didn't even realize I was missing a color, but now I know I will never look at blue the same way again."

'You would have never looked at blue in the first place.'

Of course, Bruce Wayne kept a private household. No public pictures of the children still living with him. There was no way to prove that. Bruce Wayne had blue eyes and so did his first ward, Dick Grayson, judging by the tabloid pictures of the time (Marinette had done a bit of research on the family before even considering applying for this trip).

Mylene spoke next, "Do you have any pictures together? I bet you were so cute!"

Lila dramatically draped herself over the back of her bench.

"Sadly I can't show you. We made an agreement not to share photos of each other. Wouldn't want to paparazzi catching on, now would we?" she smiled, sugary sweet.

"You have to tell us about him!" Rose interjected.

Lila turned back to the petite blonde before looking off into the distance like she was having a dramatic flashback.

'I wonder if she's visualizing the lie.'

"He's just soooo sweet and affectionate! He's always holding my hand and writing me sweet notes and-"

At last Mlle Bustier entered the room, saving Marinette and Adrien from busting their sides from holding in laughter and Chloe from yacking up her gourmet breakfast from the front row.

"Class!" she buzzed with excitement. "I have a very important announcement to make!"

The hum of small voices quieted.

"I know you've all been anxiously awaiting news about the Wayne scholarship trip application! I can finally tell you the winning class. Thanks to the hard work of our class president," she gave Marinette a dazzling smile. "We have been selected to go on the trip to Gotham! We will be put up in a hotel, given a tour of Wayne Enterprises, and given an opportunity to sit in on Gotham Academy classes!"

The class practically exploded with sound. Alya grabbed her friends shoulder, shaking her.

"Girl! You did it! Oh my god, you did it!"

Marinette was practically glowing with praise over the next few hours.

After class that day everyone was congratulating her on her essay skills. Max even asked her for a copy to read on the plane. She happily told him she would print him a copy and bring it to him at the airport before their flight.

"Isn't this wonderful, Lila? You can finally go back to Gotham! Ooooooh! Maybe your soulmate could take you out for a super romantic dinner!" Rose squealed.

Lila was hiding her pained look. She honestly hadn't expected Marinette to win this competition. Now she just had to pray they didn't run into the subject of her lies because that would send her delicate house of cards crashing down.

"Well, I'm just lucky to have a soulmate. I know there are some people out there," she made eye contact with Marinette across the room. "that weren't meant to have a match."

Adrien scoffed next to her. He looked at Marinette with a slight annoyed look. He'd always hated it when Lila used that to try and make his Lady feel inferior. Marinette learned quickly to brush off the hurt after years of dealing with Chloe's bullshit. Not that Chloe hadn't made an effort. All it took was an ultra liar to see how bad it was to be a target.

Almost everyone in the class had a mark or some form of palpable sign that signified their other half was out there, if they hadn't already met their soulmate. Marinette and Lila were the only two in the class that had no sign (that she knew of) at all. Until now. Her soulmate was out there. He might have a tendency to fight superheroes in caves at six in the morning... but he was hers. Whoever he was.

They were set to fly out in two weeks. Two stressful, jam packed weeks. Principle Damocles had been in to give them a presentation on what he expected behavior wise and to congratulate them. Mlle. Bustier had been in contact with the Wayne representative and he had sent them a list of things to bring and what not to bring. They also received a base schedule so parents would have a general idea of where their children were during the day. Despite the stress, the time flew by.

All the preparations were being made, belongings packed.

The main issue for Adrien and Marinette was figuring out to get back to Paris if the need arises. Akuma attacks had declined over the last few years so it would most likely be okay. But to be safe, the two heroes went to see the Guardian. He provided them the horse miraculous for quick travel if they needed to be in Paris quickly.

They argued for over a half of an hour trying to decide who would hold onto Kaalki while in Gotham. Eventually they decided that Ladybug should hold onto it since she had the best strategies if needed in a pinch.

All three of them thought it would be quite unlikely that Hawkmoth would attack Paris while they were away. He had severely limited his activity to almost once a month. They weren't sure what the change was, but they were grateful nonetheless.

Everything was ready.

"Are you sure you have everything, sweetie?" her mother asked.

Her papa looked at her with admiration.

"I'm so proud of you, baby," he gushed.

"Yes, I'm sure. I must have double checked like a million times. I have my luggage, my carry on with my sketchbook, my phone," 'the horse miraculous,' "and Mlle Bustier has the plane tickets. That should be everything." She smiled at her parents.

"What about your dress base for the Wayne Gala?" her father reminded.

She lightly patted her red roller suitcase. She intended to buy fabrics in Gotham with her free time and finish it there. She was going to the gala in an MDC original, as was Alya. Marinette had already been making a gown for Alya to wear (and a tie and pocket square for Nino, if need be), just in case she was invited to any events due to her aspirations in reporting. She had also been intending to invite her best friend to the next event she attended with Jagged Stone. Marinette knew Alya would flip at the opportunity. She put the finishing touches on Alya's floor length gown last week, spending the following week doing as much as possible for hers so it could be done in time for the Gala.

They handed off a box of macarons to her to share with her classmates before boarding the plane. She popped the lid. They were based off Gotham's heroes. Her smiled tightened.

She thought back to her conversation with Alya.

"Alya. There are heroes in the US, right?" she asked, eyes serious and spine straight.

Her auburn hair whipped around and smacked herself in the face. She grinned really wide, not even noticing Marinette's out of character demeanor.

"Yeah! Alot of the Justice League has home cities in the US. Superman in Metropolis, The Flash in Central City, Green Arrow in Starling City, Green Lantern in Coast City! And of course! Batman is Gotham's Dark Knight. I could go on. What do you want to know?"

"Um..." she tried to broach the subject without being suspicious. "I saw a picture of a hero I didn't recognize. So, I assumed you would be able to tell me who he was."

Alya spread her hands out.

"You came to the right superhero fanatic! Show me."

"Oh, well I didn't save the photo... I saw it on a blog post on my desktop," she lied, wincing, the strange standoffish energy fading.

"That's okay. Describe him. I'm sure I can figure it out."

Marinette thought back to the man she met through her soulmates perspective.

"Black hair I think. Black suit and domino mask. Blue symbol thing on his lightweight armor chest plate? Staff? Like Chat Noir's I think... but not magic. His suit was built for agility not power," she provided.

The blogger thought for a moment. Her eyes lit up as she fell on an answer.

"That sounds like Nightwing. No superpowers but still really good. One of Batman's partners. Started out in Gotham but has been spotted pretty frequently in Blüdhaven. Were you doing more research on Gotham when you saw the picture?"

Nightwing...

"Are you sure, Alya?"

Her best friend smiled smugly at her. She whipped her phone out if her pocket and quickly typed something in. She flipped it around and showed her the search results. There he was.

"That's definitely him! Nightwing..." she trailed off.

"Yeah, girl. I know my stuff," Alya bragged.

"Okay, you said he was just one of Batman's partners. He has more?"

Alya huffed and blew a piece of stray hair out of her face.

"So, this was all pretty hush hush since Batman's clearly a very private person but there has been a couple different sidekicks and partners to cycle through, at least from what I can gather from different media sources. So there was the first Robin, then I think there was a second one... but... he fell off the radar. Since then there's been two more Robin's. You can tell because the costume changes every few years. There's also a few Batgirls out there."

"Okay... would you say any of them were... our age?" Marinette asked.

Alya looked at her friend, a strange smile on her face.

"The current Robin is probably pretty close. Why? You trying to talk to a superhero, girl?"

She back pedaled.

"No, no, no! I was just asking because of Ladybug and Chat Noir! So, they look our age! I just wanted to know if anyone in Gotham was too," she managed to come up with.

Alya looked like she was about to continue questioning her about why she wanted to know.

"You sure do know alot about superheroes... what do you do in your free time?" she tried for a humor redirection.

"Like you haven't had an obsession before. *cough* Adrien *cough*," she shot back.

"Um, no fair? I thought he was my soulmate so give me a break! And, in my defense he kind of is," she pouted.

"Oh, please. You did not think he was your soulmate. You wanted him to be your soulmate. Big difference."

She'd told Adrien about the switching, but not the circumstance. She had to figure out who he was before it got dangerous.

She shut the box again and smiled up at her parents.

"I'll call every night," she promised.

Just then, Adrien walked in. He was giving her a ride to the airport.

"Ready to go?" he asked.

"Yes! I'm ready!"

She kissed both her parents on the cheek before collecting the rest of her things and following Adrien out the door.

"I'll text you when we're boarding! I love you!"

They waved at her until she got into the car and drove away.

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[fever-dream-journal]

The L.O.V Attack

It all starts where I am now. At home, just trying to talk to some friends on my computer, as most of my friends are long distance. I have a few friends who I’ve been speaking to a lot recently, one whom I do have a crush on. His name is Liam. I have a friend, Cherry, who I usually talk to about him all the time. From what I can remember, I was getting ready to message her when there was a loud commotion outside of my room. Before I got a chance to even get up to look, there was someone smashing through the back wall of my room.  In a panic, I fall out of my chair and onto the floor. With the way my room is set up, I’m against a wall, little to no room to back up if need be. At this point, I’m panicking, and screaming, hoping my parents upstairs will hear and come down, if they hadn’t already heard all the commotion, and the sound of my wall being smashed in. Next thing I know, Rappa is breaking through my wall, and coming at me. I’d be lying if I said I remembered what he said to me, cause I really don’t, not like it’s really easy to understand what he says. It was low, raspy and muffled voice that came from his mask. All I remember is fear coursing through my veins as he approaches me. I quickly turn my chair, so the back is closest to me, almost using it as a shield.  At this point, I’m screaming at the top of my lungs, screaming bloody murder. He walks closer to me, towering over top of me, and my chair, easily 6ft 7, barely fitting in my room in the first place. A muffled voice comes from him, saying something incomprehensible. Fear striking me, my voice cuts, also dry and hurting from the screaming I’m doing. Next thing I see is a saw cutting right through my chair, coming dangerously close to me. I start screaming again, somehow finding my voice. 

The saw blade comes through the chair again, getting closer and closer to me. I try kicking the chair away, but it’s not budging. I remember my phone was sitting in the seat of my chair, probably cut in half at this point, so I cant call anyone for help. At this point,I’m getting ready to just accept that I’m gonna end up getting cut by the saw blade that is getting closer and closer to me before I finally hear my parents come crashing down the stairs. “You’re lucky.” He says to me, it only barely being audible, before disappearing into thin air. Was it all an illusion? What could all of this mean. My parents come rushing to me, to make sure I’m okay. Theres drywall all over the floor, my computer chair fully sawed into pieces, and there, on the floor, is my phone, smashed and broken, cut into pieces. I look up to my parents, heaving and panting for breath, my throat extremely dry and hurting. I try to explain to them what happened, but I end up coughing instead. I stand up, and my mother quickly checks me over for any damage. Other than drywall dust and a few scratches, I appeared to be fine. We start removing the damage from my computer room to my main room. We try to figure out how to fix the wall.  My parents decide on going for a half wall, that way there’s nothing to punch if he comes back.

‘Thats such a stupid idea! We want him to have to be able to punch through things! It’s probably the only reason I’m alive right now! I literally almost died! I would have been DEAD if my parents hadn’t come rushing down the stairs when they did.’ I think to myself, not being able to speak from the soreness present in my throat. I decide it would be best to get a bottle of water so I can recover my voice and explain to my parents what I experienced. I get distracted as a knocking comes from my door that leads to outside. I set down my bottle of water, half of it being gone already. I open the door to see Cherry standing there. Not bothering to even question how she got to my house or even to Canada from Australia for that matter, I quickly pull her into a hug. I hold her tight, and start crying hard. “Hey, hey whoa. What’s up Blue?” she asks, using my nickname from online. I start rambling to her, trying desperately to explain. I stop midway and run into my room, grabbing the pieces of my phone I can find to show her, as she doesn’t seem to be believing my story. I finish off my bottle of water before bringing the broken pieces of my phone to her. “Here! This is all that’s left of my phone now!” “Well.. hey.. I have a surprise for you..’ ,she says softly, trying to change the subject, ‘and I think it’s something you could really use right now..” She points to my right, down the street. There, before my eyes is Liam. He’s talking with a girl I don’t quite recognize. She has medium length dirty blonde hair, and joggers with a tank top on.  “Is that...” I say, unable to comprehend whats happening. There’s no way that’s actually Liam.. right? He lives on the other side of the country... how could he be... here? Without being able to think any more, my legs are carrying me over to him, sprinting as fast as I can. I stop as soon as I get within 10 feet of him, not wanting to seem desperate. In my rush to get to him, I had dropped the pieces of my phone at my door, not thinking about it anymore, only Liam. 

“Hey Liam.” I say as I approach him, trying to keep my voice steady and control the blush threatening to cover my face. He stops his conversation with the unknown blonde and turns to me. “Hey Cereina. How are you?”  I chuckle slightly, not wanting to really talk about it anymore. More tears started piling in my eyes, daring to start spilling over again. “I uh..’ I swallow hard, knowing I’m gonna start bawling my eyes out again. ‘I just about died... I almost died...” I say, now coming to terms with how close to death I was. Wow, I’m just meeting him for the first time in person, and I’m already crying and making a total fool of myself. Way to go me! He notices the tears starting to fall down my cheeks, and doesn’t bother asking about how and just pulls me into a hug. Knowing it pointless to try hiding the tears, I start full on sobbing, full on ugly crying. I hold onto him tight, or.. as best as I could. He’s a whole 6′2 and I’m barely 5ft. I’m more so just burying my face into his chest, my arms around his waist. His arms around me feel like everything’s going to be okay.  His body is warm, almost like a heated blanket, his arms strong enough to fight off the negativity that’s swarming me. If there was a way to describe it, it would be us alone, floating through space, nothing else to worry about, just the two of us in that moment. I should have probably known the floating feeling wasn’t good though, cause next thing I knew, I was falling over onto the grass beneath me. Thankfully Liam was holding me though, or else I would have hit my head. I open my eyes that seem to have shut on their own. I only see Liam, hovering over me. The look on his face was that of pure concern, worry, and pain almost? Its hard to explain. It was like a scene from an anime. I swear there were roses floating behind him for a moment. Maybe the trauma of everything that happened finally hit me and that’s why I almost passed out.  I find my voice enough to explain what has happened. “Liam.. Rappa attacked... it wasn’t him though.. it was.. an illusion.. Twice must be nearby... I think I know where their base is though... I dont know if it’s safe to go there.. they may be hiding out. It’s also not that far.”  Liam started looking around before motioning for Cherry to come over. Within a few moments, Cherry was also by my side. “I think I can help us, but we need everyone else. We need to get the others.” Cherry took out her phone and started sending out mass texts. The only people I know were available were Iida, Aizawa, Deku, Todoroki, Denki and Bakugo. I’m not sure where everyone else was, but I know that they would have joined if they were able to. Liam helped me stand back up. I held onto him again, hugging him tightly. I didn’t want this moment to pass. He let out a soft chuckle before rubbing my back. “Come one.. lets get you out of those clothes..”   We all started walking back to my house. I needed to get changed from normal street clothes to my ‘hero clothes’. After about half an hour, everyone had showed up at  our usual meeting place. Todoroki was keeping his distance from everyone else, talking to Cherry. I think he’s just trying to get all the information and figure out a plan. Everyone was kinda just hanging out and getting caught up on everything. I was busying myself with Deku and Iida. I was trying to explain the Rappa attack to them and how I think I know where their hideout could be, but needed to make sure we had the right backup. We then start just joking around as old friends. We haven’t seen each other in a while since they joined UA, but we still try to keep in touch. Iida suddenly tapped my shoulder before handing me his official UA hoodie. I just gave him a puzzling look. “What’s this for?” He smirked softly. “I want you to race Midoriya, but I want you to wear this. Maybe it’ll be like I’m one with you, maybe speed you up a bit.” He finished his sentence, winking at me. I swear there were stars in my eyes as I quickly put it on and smiled. I didn’t exactly HAVE a quirk, so I wouldn’t be able to get into UA. I was more of a support system for them, emotionally. I kept them up to date with things I could. Maybe that’s why the League of Villains were after me? They wanted the inside scoop to stop? I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts, and went jogging up to Deku. “Hey! Izuku! Let’s have a friendly race! Like old times?” I said, hopefully. 

He just smiled brightly at me. “Ha ha, I thought you’d never ask!” I start jumping up and down, clapping happily. Bakugo came over. “You two are really gonna race? A quirk less wannabe vs the second All Might? Really?” I tried to hide my frown, but then again, Katsuki has always been a downer. “Hey, you wouldn’t say that if your girlfriend was quirkless.” I smile softly. “Oh wait, you don’t have one.” The look on his face was enough for me to know it was time to run. “Deku! Go!” We both take off running, Katsuki screaming in the background about ‘how dare I insult the number 1 hero in training’ or something like that.  I’m pretty sure Deku was taking it easy on me, as I was winning for a little while. It doesn’t last long though, as I see him starting to get caught up. We were running side by side at this point. I was giving it my all, and it looks like he’s not even trying! “I summon the power of Iida!” I shout, giving my final push to run as fast as I can. Midoriya just laughs at me and quickly bolts ahead. At this point, I’m panting and have to stop. Midoriya comes back to me, not a single sweat dripping. I pout as he just laughs at me. “Sh-shut up!” I say through pants. “Come on, let’s get back to the others.” He says before picking me up and running back to the others, almost effortlessly. I cling onto him, not wanting to fall, but also slightly scared. When we return to the others, the atmosphere has changed. I’m looking around and notice Iida and Aizawa are missing. “Where is everyone else?” I ask Bakugo. “Those bastards captured them! Mr. Compress appeared out of nowhere and captured Iida in one of those stupid marbles of his.” Shoto came up to us. “Mr. Aizawa tried to stop them, but he got him as well. There was nothing we could do... they were threatening to kill them if we even made a move towards them.” I looked to Iidas hoodie still on me, and held onto it. “We need to go to their hideout...”   It took a while to convince everyone, but eventually I had everyone ready and prepared to fight if need be. “So, I’ll stay at the front of the line, you all drag back. I’ll see if they’re actually there or not. If you see my hand behind my back flashing a four, that means they’re there. If it’s a three, its dangerous. If for whatever reason they ARE there and they try to attack us, Shoto, you get up and get an ice wall in front of me, and I’ll run back as fast as I can. At that point, Deku, you get behind me. You’re our best defense against Shigaraki’s quirk as you can jump up and land on him, and even attack from the air. Denki, you stay close to Deku. If you need to shoot a bolt at them, do it. Just remember, we are not trying to kill them, so we should try to not seriously harm anyone. Our end goal if they attack is to get back to base. Rose can help us from there.” Everyone nodded, except Bakugo. “Well what the hell am I supposed to do then? Why am I even here?” I waited a moment, trying to think how Bakugo could help without getting himself or the others in trouble. I chuckle softly, knowing he wouldn’t like his role. “I want you to protect me. I am just a civilian after all. Deku is going to be busy, and I mean,’ I pause briefly, knowing if I add a little flirting to it, he’d be sure to think about it more before getting insulted. ‘you ARE the number 1 hero in training, right? So you must be big and strong and able to protect one little civilian, right?”  He scoffs at me, but agrees. “Yeah, sure. Whatever. Just don’t be stupid and we won’t have any problems!” With that, the plan was in action, and we were all ready! I started walking, everyone doing their part. We were all quiet. I kept my hand behind my back, ready to flash any sign of warning. We quickly got to where I knew they were hiding. I stop walking, letting them know we finally got to the place. I slowly creep up, trying to see if they were anywhere nearby, when suddenly I see Shigaraki’s face appear from the corner. I quickly flash a 3 at the others and turn, starting to run back towards them, panic searing through my veins. Everyone realizes what’s happening and spring into action. I see Deku running towards me, getting as close to me as he could, wanting to protect. I see a flash of whitish blue flash past me as Shoto gets his ice wall up. I’m trying to get my feet to move faster, but they’re not wanting to move me any further. I see Denki get behind me, but closer than Deku, as he’s trying to keep an eye to see if they’re coming after us. I try to take a look behind, when I hear Deku scream. “Just run! They have Chisaki!” Shit, we didn’t plan for this... I didn’t think they’d team up with him again! It failed last time!  I feel myself starting to slow down, running out of stamina, since Deku and I had raced before this, I used most of my energy on that. It was really a stupid idea I guess.  This time, and this time alone, I’ll admit it. Bakugo was right. Just as I was thinking that, he grabs me and throws me over his shoulder. “I told you not to be such a moron! Run faster, not slower!” I was panting as he had me over his shoulder, but I knew it was best to just not respond. We all quickly got back to our base and tried running into Rose’s room, but it was locked. I start banging on it desperately. “Rose!! Rose please!! The League of Villains are coming! And they have Chisaki! Please!!” We couldn’t hear anything from the room. It was silent, other than everyone’s heavy panting. “What’s this?” We hear a voice say from behind all of us. We all scream and jump, not knowing if it was friend or foe. I turn around and see Rose looking at all of us, slightly concerned. “They’ve teamed up with him again? Oh dear.. this really IS an issue, isn’t it? Well, we’ll just have to tea-” She got cut off by a loud crash outside the house. We rush to the nearest window and see the ground is all upturned, new holes scattering the backyard. Shigaraki, Toga, Twice, Dabi, Rappa, Mr. Compress, and Chisaki walking towards the house. “Come out, come out little pigs! Or we will be forced to BLOW this place down!” Twice announces. “If that’s okay, of course.” He adds. I’ve never understood him, and I never will. I’ve done so much research on him as a villain, and yet, he still makes no sense to me. With his announcement, Rose clears her throat. “You guys go out, I will contact my crystals and meet you down there. Good luck Heroes.” She says before entering her room, using her gem to unlock it. Another thing I’ll never understand.  Not knowing what else to do, but to trust her, we all head outside. I try to stay within the middle of everyone, hoping for nothing but to stay safe. And with that, I woke up. I never got to know what really happened, but I guess anyone can have their own interpretation as to what could have possibly happened. With the heroes working with crystal gems, would they have won? Who knows. Maybe one day I’ll have a dream continuing this one, but until then, we’re left on a cliff hanger. Thank you for reading this, and I apologize if this isn’t the ending you wanted, but rest assured I’m not happy about it either.

[brimstone-and-helianthus]

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh im excited this is my first exalted secret santa!! Ok first up:

Wind Erodes the Veneer of Dreams, a midnight caste abyssal and resistance supernal.

Her parents were lost eggs vying for prestige in the Blessed Isle, focusing their resources on their single exalted child. [REDACTED] became an Immaculate monk and was determined to make a place for herself. She was sent to Halta along with a group of Dragon-Blooded to investigate a rumored Anathema, and it basically amounted to a massacre. She got separated and wandered the Wyld for weeks, although from her perspective it was much longer. When Veneer finally found her way out, she was alone, mutated, and half mad.

Her newly acquired second set of arms tended to make people avoid her, so she remained on the fringe of society. She met some Shining Path cultists, which destroyed what little faith she had left. She found their obsession with not only death, but nothingness, comforting. The Wyld doesn’t scare her anymore; it’s just another manifestation of pain and terror. She gets murdered by bandits about a decade later, and as she contemplates the senselessness of her life and death, the Bishop offers her a choice. She takes it, of course.

Wind Erodes the Veneer of Dreams believes the only way to end suffering is to end life because they are irrevocably intertwined. She hates how she spent so much of her life tied to a faith based on lies. She wants the best for Creation, but she happens to think that the best thing to do is to send it into Oblivion. She tries to retain a mild, unaffected exterior, but in truth, she still cares a bit too much about the living. Veneer is a high priestess/assassin and knows Ebon Shadow Style. Her charms mainly focus on tracking, stealth, and lore.

Veneer is about six feet tall and built like a string bean. Her second set of arms starts at the bottom of her ribcage, and all four arms are just a touch too long to look natural. She has the hideous merit because she looks like a mummified corpse, all dehydrated skin and skeletal-ness. Veneer doesn’t have eyes, just a black void in her sockets that still see all too well. Her hair is long, straight, and dark, and is normally in a messy bun that is constantly falling apart. I imagine her hair breaks out of its bun and flows around at suitably dramatic moments. It’s hard to tell with her dehydrated corpse look going on, but being from the Blessed Isle, she looks East Asian. She normally dresses in layers of ascetic robes and a thick, fur trimmed cloak. She has two sets of robes, a white one for snowy stealth missions, and a dark grey and navy one for everything else. All her clothes are ragged, and there are multiple tears from fights. She has two sets of tiger claws: one is her nearly broken, original pair, held in her second pair of arms. The other is an artifact weapon, which look like fingerless gloves. When she flexes, the soulsteel blades come out. It’s a very catlike motion. Her anima banner is a cold, numbing void emanating from her head like a blasphemous halo. Everything sounds quieter than it should when it’s flaring.

Optional: She has an artifact called the Infernal Optogram (i put optograph in the ref but thats wrong sorry lol). It is a full mask made of white jade. It is rounded and featureless, except for five soulsteel sockets for eyes. The eyes of the dead or the living can be inserted into these sockets to activate evocations (im still working on these but it involves instilling fear, tracking, and investigation). It’s based on optography, the idea that the retina can be imprinted with the last thing it saw. She can be wearing or holding it, whatever floats your boat.

The Phantom Apiarist, a No-Moon caste lunar. Caste/favored are intelligence, wits, appearance, and dexterity.

I’m still trying to figure out a mortal name, but he was born in a group of villages in the southeast, where the riverland and forest begin to shift to mountains. His community worships a bee goddess, whose domain is fertility, community, and death. She grants plentiful harvests and safety, and in return the surrounding villages worship her. The Phantom Apiarist aspired to be a shaman under her guidance. Her tutelage culminated in the Heart Swarm, wherein he sacrificed his heart to show her devotion to her. She examined it and deemed it worthy. She placed a queen from her colony into his chest to start a new hive. This was his initiation into terrestrial sorcery. He’s really glad it worked, because if his goddess finds your heart lacking, she eats it and you die.

While he’s still recovering, his village is invaded. He still tries to fight even though he is a) half-dead, and b) does not know how to fight. He hasn’t even tried to use his control spell yet (I don’t have a clear picture of who would have invaded, I imagine I would flesh that out with an ST). Luna disguised themself as a marauder, and was very nearly taken out by a trap he set. She proceeded to thoroughly thrash him, and was like “you’ve got spunk, but you could use a helping hand. Try not to get yourself killed.” And exalted him on the spot.

He is grateful for Luna’s assistance, but expects that they want something in return, and is worried it would conflict with his own priorities. Which are keeping his home safe from an increasing number of raids and generally causing havoc to any Realm passersby. His control spell is blood lash, and his magic focuses on body transformations, insects, and necromancy. He has a fun thaumaturgy ritual where he tells bees secrets in exchange for their knowledge of the dead. His Tell is the beehive implanted in his chest. Where his sternum should be, you can see the nest and bees coming and going. They’re his familiars. He’s a trickster at heart, and his charms tend to revolve around loyalty, misdirection, and flirting. His anima banner is sweet-smelling honeycomb dripping blood and the feeling of a hot, oppressive summer’s day.

The closest real world ethnicity to match him would be North African, I’d say. His hair is very curly and goes past his shoulders. It’s normally pulled back with a few loose curls for flair. He’s faceless in my ref because I was really having trouble nailing it, but his nose gives him a very striking profile. His eyes are dark, and he usually has at least a small smile on his face. He’s on the shorter side, and nothing really stands out regarding his physique. His moonsilver tattoos are the major veins and arteries of his body. His main colors are navy blue and forest green, with bits of red-orange accenting. He wears a large sun hat with flowers continuously blooming and dying on it. The flowers themselves are mostly red-orange chrysanthemums with some smaller flowers and leaves. I’m not good at coming up with clothes, but he tends to wear things that are sheer and flowy. Feel free to do whatever with them. He’s trans, and since exalting has given him a body he’s way more comfortable with, he is very excited about all the loose, open shirts he gets to wear now. I imagine a lot of plunging necklines revealing his beehive. His main weapon is a giant war fan with a honeycomb pattern. It is easily the length of his arm.

[dragaoel]

 Jun'ichirō, aka Jun (- Silverdell)

the volume of the radio slowly dwindles down and only static noise is left to be heard

"those are dangerous words"

"not for him " Anja replies, her head laying on her outstretched arm that's on the table , her whole posture the embodiment of laziness. "loved ones always have it easier here"

"Not always" Jun says grimly and glances out of the window" it's because he's an outsider that he's allowed more freedom than any of us"

"aren't you a loved one too?"

Jun sighs deeply and turns towards the albino girl. For a second ,pain , frustration and a hint of panic can be seen in his eyes before it vanishes. He lets out a bitter laugh.

"and you saw where that lead me to,half dead in a ditch"

INTRODUCTION JUN : 

half japanese half black

has waist long black thick hair and brown skin 

has a ‘’prince in anguish’’ aura but masks it with him being over the top ridiculous and dramatic

is 5′11

born 12th october (libra)

‘‘the risk i took was calculated, but man, am i bad at math’‘

Jun is my favourite character, i made him on a whim as a side character in a old story and then i started using him more and more as a background character until i realized the potential he had. He's also one of the character whom i put into a lot of  different aus, the most favourite one was where he was a vampire who loved laying in the garden and eat roses all day

Rukiya (-Though the god’s have left)

‘‘i have dreams about them’‘ Rukiya says and plucks a string on her bass. The deep note rumbles through the room and her short curls moves along as she drops her head lower 

‘‘i'm high in the sky, looking down onto a land that seems oh so familiar, with people screaming at me asking me to help them’‘

‘’do you understand them? ‘’ a band member asks

‘‘weirdly i do’‘ Rukiya answers ‘‘ it seems to be in my native language but also not, as if it was way before everything happened, you know, the ancient time’‘ 

INTRODUCTION RUKIYA :

Out of the both of them Rukiya is the older twin by 4 minutes

she’s also the artsy one than her sister whos into sports

wears black literally 24/7 and has dark circles despite sleeping enough

is 5′9

is black (kenyan) 

mole on the left side of her cheek

fluent in her native tongue kiswahili 

Majors in Film

loves anything that has to do with space nd aliens

born 24th january (aquarius)

has a sweet tooth

*cocks gun* ‘’basements haunted’’

i like the idea of twins that are completely the opposite of each other. Rukiya just like Imara have a big chunk of my personality in them, it's just that i lean more towards Rukiya than Imara. 

Akiho (-Though the god’s have left)

Kneeling down, she cocks her head to the side, her eyes cold and her lips pressed into a thin line ‘’ dont think your actions won't have consequences’’ she sneers ‘’ the next time i see you harassing another girl again i'll make you wish you were never born’’ 

Akiho dusts herself , picks up the bat , glances one last time at the boy laying on the floor and walks away, the echoes of her shoes the only noise to be heard

INTRODUCTION AKIHO :

is 5′4

majors in theater

her fashion style is y2k

is the other one of the dumbass duo

has freckles on her nose

is japanese

doesn't like sweet things usually eats traditional sweets made by her mom or things that are sour/bitter, but salty food has to be spicy asf

born, 14th april (aries)

her side teeth are really pointy

has long peach colored straight hair

‘‘I’d sell you to satan for one corn chip’‘

Akiho comes from a family of 3, she's the youngest sibling and she has that energy. She likes to play with her oldest brother children, doesn't want any on her own though. will fight anyone who is disrespectful, esp towards women 

Hyunjin (-Though the god’s have left)

The tall girl slumps her body onto her girlfriend shoulder, watching her fry the fish in the pan into charcoal. Hyunjin wrinkles her nose in a attempt to push the glasses up without having to actually touch them, before she sighs deeply. 

‘‘Just-’‘ she starts and softly takes ‘‘let me do it, otherwise you'll burn the kitchen down like last time’‘

Praveena puffs her cheeks up ‘’that actually wasn't my fault, it was the gasherd-’’

‘‘i know i know’‘ Hyunjin chuckles and kisses her cheek ‘‘but i have a exam tomorrow and i would like not not have an indigestion’‘ she frowns and flips the fish over and sighs. It seems the fish can’t be saved anymore. 

INTRODUCTION HYUNJIN :

korean

has short dyed blue hair, but the back part is longer than the front part.

is ‘5′10

majors in engineering technology

born 14th may (taurus)

has literally no sense of style and wears glasses cause she has a slight astigmatism that you can't really see

has a mole next to her right eye

‘‘a financially unstable mess but at the liquor store they call me ma’am’‘

honestly out of all the characters i draw hyunjin the most. In the beginning  she  had shoulder length but then i shortened it because i liked it more. She's an only child and her mother runs a bakery while her father works in a office. She's the calm type that's constantly tired because she never sleeps 

Praveena  (-Though the god’s have left)

She shuffles the cards and lays them out on the table. The customers sees the fool, the moon and the star. Praveena touches them with her fingertips ‘’ you seem to be either at the beginning or at the end of a new journey ’’ she pauses and thinks ‘’but either way you're prepared for what is to come’’

The customers nods ‘’i'm soon moving away from this city’’

‘‘I see’‘ Praveena counters and points at the next card ‘‘the moon indicates that you’re hesitant  and fearful in your decision, there might be something from the past that is holding you back and influencing you in the present and possibly the future

the customer tenses up, her eyes fixed on the card and her lips tight

‘‘though’‘ Praveena continues ‘‘at the end you’ll be at peace and glad that you pushed through all the turbulences 

INTRODUCTION PRAVEENA : 

tamil ,dark skin with long wavy violet dyed hair

Hyunjin’s girlfriend

has calm energy but is also very erratic 

loves astrology & tarot

majors in psychology

5′5

born 20 july (cancer)

has droopy eyes

‘‘god cant help you now’‘

i made praveena cause i wanted a harmonious wlw couple, that have that ‘’old married pair’’ plus out of all the ocs those two are the ones that i drew first. Praveena has the tendency to blow things up how though is a mystery and hyunjin always has to clean up everything. 

Imara (-Though the god’s have left)

‘‘no listen, it doesn't make sense why would you wear a bra and some tight ass pants knowing you’re about to fight people who have knives and GUNS?’’ Imara asks perturbed.

‘‘Cause men are horny’‘ Rukiya retorts and raises an eyebrow

‘‘still doesn't make sense like wow!, some fucking boobs, like really? really? is that what gets you going? just some breast pressed up in a bra that is too damn tight and a flat stomach on a skinny ass girl that has absolute no muscles despite the training she went through?

Rukiya sighs ‘’ is this about-’’

‘‘lara croft yes’‘ Imara interrupts and slams her finger on the table ‘‘and im going to die on this hill that men shouldn't be allowed to create games!’‘

INTRODUCTION  IMARA:

plays games a lot, esp the loz series

has curly dyed blonde hair that's mostly tied in a ponytail  or a bun because she cant be bothered with it, though rukiya helps her all the time cause she never really learned how to deal with curly hair. 

Is on a baseball sponsorship because she's that good (she's a pitcher)

is totally tone deaf unlike her twin

isnt good with crows ie: strangers crowding around her after her team won a game

is kenyan

5′9

has a mole next to her upper lips on the left side

loves 90's rnb & hip hop music

‘‘he proclaimed his undying love and asked me to do the same, i had to overcome my desire to laugh’‘

Imara does have a slight complex about being a twin because she feels like Rukiya is the cooler one despite people loving her too. She's loud and boisterous basically a chad, but better. She's dorky and literally spends her free time gaming but she doesn't just play any game shes v specific when it comes to that. Her mom always has a headache because of her but thats okay but in the end her mom loves her to death.

Ava (-Though the god’s have left)

‘’do you you know how much it's sucks that at the end of all of this , i'm the one waiting for them?’’ Ava exclaims ‘’that i'm the one who will have to watch them go through the door to be evaluated? that i'm ultimately the end?

‘‘you’re not all alone-’‘

‘‘you don't understand’’ Ava interrupts, as she points at the short girl ‘’ i will have to watch my mom, my family that raised me go through that door and know that that will be the last time i will see them in that body!’’

INTRODUCTION  AVA:

She’s haitian 

keeps her hair in a short chin length dark blue bob

majors in sociology 

she and akiho are the ‘’comedy duo’’ of the group

is 5′6

born 4th november (scorpio)

‘‘my only crime was that i was down to clown’‘ 

When i make akiho i felt like she needed a companion so i made ava, both of them were inspired by the early 2000 shows characters. Although Ava likes to goof around she's also very studious and serious about her future. She comes from a family of 6 and she’s the second oldest. She and her older sister fight constantly 

Nïrnaya (Dawn over the horizon)

‘‘Magic’‘ the elf stars, her tall stature hunched over the herbs ‘’ is in the nature we’re surrounded in, in the mountains that stand high and the rivers that flow into the deep sea’’

she straightens up and walks over to Nïrnaya ‘’ we might lose everything.’’ She pokes the girl on the forehead ‘’but magic will forever stay with you because its the core of your being‘’ 

INTRODUCTION NÏRNAYA :

shes a mischievous 15 year old 

 has black curly long hair that are mostly braided

does not want to do this whole adventure thing because of how it reminds her too much of the ‘’chosen one trope’’ and thats too much responsibilities

born during the year of the earth dragon

‘‘snacking between meals is the least, but tastiest, of my problems’‘ 

i came up with this story and character because i wanted a book where a black girl for once was the main character, where she could experience the same thing as other mc (ie eragon etc) basically i wanted black representation in a medieval-esque world but with my own spin because the world itself is not very western like

[kpopblog91]

Confused

Summary: Jimin + you = sex but you + jungkook are a couple so + confusion and + guilt + cheating but also + nastiness. sorry thats my best description lmao

Type: SMUT. 18++++

Length: 6.8 k

A/N: My revised jimin smut so there would be no more confusion. i worked on the revised part in like 15 mins so sorry TT, i have a hoseok smut coming next so look out for that one! enjoy~

“Do you think he’d hate me?” Jimin’s voice was quiet, his fingers gripping the bottle of beer in his hand, he didn’t even look in Hoseok’s direction, only hearing a sigh from him.

“He’d kill you.”

Hoseok was right. Jimin didn’t answer him either way though. He opted to watch you instead.

You were laughing, your arms wrapped around Jungkook’s waist as you both swayed to the light music at the party, your bottles of beer in hand as you twirled and spun. Your hair framed your face in the most inviting way, your hoops glinting in the light of the dorms, your dark red dress creating patterns in the wind, and Jimin frowned.

Your body was clinging to the dress, and your lipstick was a little faded into a beautiful muted pink color, glittery eyelids and long eyelashes sparkled against your face as you and Jungkook danced around.

Jimin watched, his mood turning more sour by the second.

“I don’t care.” Jimin announced quietly, sulking and still not taking his gaze away from you. But Hoseok was gone and Jimin was left alone on the couch, his liquid courage lighting his fire as he chewed on his lip.

Your curves, your hair, your skin, Jimin wanted to touch it all, he wanted to feel it under him, he wanted you to wrap your arms around him the same way you did for Jungkook.

Jimin bit his lip harder, tasting a little blood.

He watched as you pulled away from Jungkook for a moment, taking a swig of your drink, laughing at something Taehyung said that Jimin didn’t even bother to pick up. His focus was on you, and he couldn’t tear his gaze away.

He didn’t want to. He wanted to stare at you forever.

A slight resolve began to wash over Jimin’s face, a small plan that he didn’t want to acknowledge he was going through with set into motion, and he swallowed hard as he stared at your figure only a few feet away.

“Jungkook-“ he began, his voice only low enough for himself to hear, gulping in his last drink of beer as he stood up, stretching his arms, “I hope you forgive me for tonight.”

Jimin watched as the party goers began to file out his apartment, waving with no enthusiasm as he surveyed the crowd, his mind only a little cloudy as Jungkook began to shut the door behind him. Taehyung plopped on the couch, spreading his legs, and you sat on one of the bar stools. The only 4 left from the night.

“That was nice.” Jungkook began, snaking his way past Jimin’s rigid form in the doorway, hearing him trail with him into the living room.

“Yeah, it was.” Tae piped from the corner, taking a drink from a random bottle of beer which made Jimin grimace, but he didn’t say anything.

It was silent for a few moments, before the small sound of you yawning caught everyone’s attention.

“Kookie-“ Jimin’s blood boiled over, he hated when you called him that. “I’m tired.”

You rubbed at your eyes sweetly, causing the boys besides Jimin to giggle lightly.

“Go sleep in my room Y/n.” Jungkook coughed, coming up next to you, his hands rubbing at your arms softly, and Jimin scowled.

“Mmm.” Was all you hummed, turning around to give Jungkook a kiss on his cheek before you started to make your way down the hallway towards Jungkook’s room, waving meekly to the boys as you padded away.

“I’ll be back in a few baby.” Jungkook called after you, only earning another light hum from you a you disappeared into Jungkook’s room, the door closing behind you.

Jimin didn’t hear the lock latch, and he bit the inside of his cheek.

“Jimin, you wanna come?” Jungkook’s intrusive voice got into his head, causing him to come from his thoughts as he stared at Taehyung and Kook in front of him.

“We’re gonna go pick up some snacks and have a couple more drinks near the park. Hoseok and Jin are there too.” Taehyungs voice was too loud, and Jimin tried his best to look his friendliest, answering the two boys in front of him.

“No, I’m probably gonna head to sleep.” Jimin coughed a little, trying to sound as normal as he could, watching both boys shrug their shoulders as they headed for the door, not even looking back twice. They each picked up their coat from the closet, shutting it before Jungkook finally turned around to answer him, smiling lightly.

“Suit yourself.”

The door was shut softly behind them, and suddenly Jimin stood alone in the middle of the apartment, buzzing. He hadn’t thought it would go that fast. He couldn’t help but gulp as he heard the sound of Jungkook’s car leaving the port, and he felt his knees go a little weak with jelly.

His beer was wearing off, he wasn’t completely drunk, but he didn’t want to admit that he was sober for what he was about to do. He grabbed at the hem of his shirt, pulling in nervousness.

“I cant do this.” Jimin breathed out, his hair flying from the breeze, and he brought his hand up to scratch at his nose, a tick he’d picked up from you out of nervousness.

“I can’t do this.” Jimin said again, a little louder this time. Jungkook was his friend. Jimin shook his head, teeth gnawing against his lips.

“I can’t.”

Jimin shut his eyes then opened them quickly, breathe coming out in small puffs, he couldn’t do it.

He stayed like that for a few minutes, standing in the middle of the living room, his feet hurting from being upright for so long.

Running his hand through his hair, he turned around, heading down the hallway. He really couldn’t do it. He wasn’t drunk anymore, he wouldn’t do it.

He padded down the hallway, his black button up flowing behind him, before slowing a little as he passed up Jungkook’s doorway, stopping completely a few inches a head of it. He gulped.

He couldn’t do it. Jimin knew he couldn’t. So he had no idea what he was doing when he turned on his heel, his hand reaching for the knob, holding it as his heartbeat quickened.

He licked at the inside of his mouth, it was dry, and he squeezed his eyes shut.

“No.” He mumbled, trying to will himself to stop, but his hand still stayed on the door knob, and he was getting antsy.

He didn’t want to hurt Jungkook or you, but he couldn’t help himself.

His hand was still grabbing at the knob as he fought with himself in his head, his feet planted firmly on the ground.

“Maybe...” His voice was barely a whisper, his eyes fluttering open as an idea wandered into his head.

Maybe he could just take a peek at you.

Jimin nodded, agreeing with his own self, just a peek. Just look, once, see you, and leave. Jimin nodded again, finding resolve in his own idea, and he sighed.

Just a peek.

He opened the door, coming face to face with relative darkness, but he frowned. He didn’t see your body anywhere, the bed was made and the pillows were untouched.

Maybe this was a sign, Jimin decided. Maybe this was meant for him to stop being a pervert and trying to get with his best friends girl. He was pathetic.

Jimin was so into his own thoughts of stupidity that he didn’t even notice the bathroom door opening, the both of you unaware as you walked out, towel wrapped around and hair dripping.

You hummed, feeling better after your shower, eyes darting to the bed to see if Jungkook was back, before noticing a figure in the corner, and you couldn’t help but jump before realizing who it was.

“Jimin?”

His head snapped up, and his eyes bulged out his head, it was almost too comical, and you couldn’t help the laugh that slipped out.

“Y-y/n!” Jimin exclaimed, his hands coming to mask over his eyes, he wanted to die.

You smiled again, not really bothered but a little confused. You sauntered up to the bed, your towel wrapped round as you picked up your brush, watching Jimin’s form.

“Looking for Jungkook?” You mused, the boys didn’t really have a sense of privacy so you didn’t mind too much, it was an easy mistake.

“You can take your hands away, I’m not, naked or anything.”

Jimin peeled his hand of of his face, peeking through his fingers before they were fully off his face, and you giggled again, he was cute.

“N-no.”

Jimin’s answer took you by surprise, if he wasn’t here for Jungkook then why was he here?

You leaned on the edge of the bed, grabbing at the bottle of lotion on the dresser. You reached out too fast and watched as it began to topple over, falling flat on the floor, causing you to frown.

“Let me get that.” Jimin’s voice was small, but he sauntered up to where you stood near the bed, your towel wrapped around loosely, hair still wet. He picked it up from the ground, suddenly very close to you now and you swallowed. He held the lotion bottle up to you, his cheeks warm and you wondered why.

“Thank you.”

You took the bottle from him, placing it between your hands and squeezing. Jimin stayed in your vicinity, shifting his weight from foot to foot. Taking some lotion, you sat on the bed and began to apply it, unsure of what else to say to Jimin as he stared at you.

You stopped, realizing you couldn’t reach your back without exposing yourself to Jimin, and just as you were about to say something, he spoke up.

“Do you need some help?”

His question took you aback, and you held the lotion bottle loosely. You knew you probably shouldn’t take him up on it and tell him to go, but you didn’t know why you hadn’t done exactly that yet. You stared back up at him, and the quiet nervous look he had plastered on his face from earlier was gone, his eyes dark.

“Ah, s-sure.”

The words left your mouth and you bit your lip, watching as Jimin came closer, settling on the bed next to you.

“Turn around.”

Jimin’s voice was deep and it caused you to shiver even though you were already dry.

You gulped and began to move your body around, giving Jimin a full view of your back wrapped up in the towel, and he choked back a groan.

Your breathing began to speed up and you couldn’t understand why. You knew what this would look like if Jungkook walked in, and that thought made you clench your legs, feeling only a little guilty.

Behind you Jimin closed the lotion bottle, his hands lathered in the substance. He gulped again, before he placed his two hands along your smooth back, beginning to rub between the shoulder blades and along your mid back. He felt himself grow a little in his jeans as he continued to smooth onto your skin.

Jimin’s hands felt good. They were rough and thicker than Jungkook’s, who’s hands were smaller and soft, and the feeling of his hands on your back cause you to moan a little bit, you couldnt help it.

Jimin’s skin burned when he heard the small sound come from your mouth, and he was more than halfway hard. He gulped again, testing the waters as he began to rub the lotion down to your hips, opening up the towel a little bit.

You felt his hands venture and didn’t say anything, you felt too good, Jimin’s hands were like magic and you couldn’t understand why you weren’t telling him to leave. All thoughts of Jungkook were barely playing into your thoughts, Jimin’s hands were pushing the memory of him further and further back.

“D-do you wanna lay down for me?”

Jimin’s voice caused your body to stiffen, his hands had felt so good. His offer to lay down was tempting, you knew you shouldn’t. You couldn’t. Jungkook could be back home any second. You didn’t know why Jimin was doing all this, but it felt so right.

“Yeah.” You breathed out, you couldn’t give any reason for it other than you wanted to, so badly.

“Good girl.” Jimin breathed against your neck, causing you to groan. This was going fast. You didn’t know why you weren’t stopping it. You wanted it to continue. You vowed you’d stop it if it went too far, but you had a feeling it was already there and neither of you made any move to stop.

You turned around, meeting Jimin’s eyes for the first time since he started rubbing your back, and something was different. Jimin wasn’t the same Jimin as before, and you couldn’t help at the pooling feeling in your tummy.

Before you knew it, his mouth was against yours, his lips were soft and intense and you found yourself kissing back. Your head was going dizzy from the sudden contact, Jimin’s kiss knocked the air out of you but you couldn’t tear away from his lips to breathe.

His hands came up around your neck, holding you there lightly, you were being lightly pushed back, and you knew where this was going and you wanted it to happen more than anything.

He pulled away from your mouth, allowing you to drink in air for a few seconds, looking at you with hungry eyes.

“Is this okay?”

You couldn’t nod faster.

Jimin’s mouth was on yours again, lying you down on the bed, your towel unwrapping naturally, you both knew this wasn’t okay, but you couldn’t stop.

He kissed you with voracity that you had never felt kissing Jungkook, your stomach was turning flips and it was all brand new and it felt so good.

He kissed down your neck, sucking on the skin as you grabbed at his shoulders, letting soft moans intermix with the dim light in the room.

“Y/n.” Your name rolled of his tongue, causing you to squirm under him.

“You don’t know-“ He began, peppering kisses as he began to lower himself on your body, taking your one of your breasts inside his mouth, making your body tense. “You don’t know how long i’ve been waiting to do this.”

Something about Jimin maybe thinking of doing this to you in the past made you moan out loud, shutting your eyes in ecstasy as he continue to nip and suck at your breasts.

“Jimin.” You moaned, feeling him swirl his tongue along your tummy, he was moving down very fast, desperation is his kisses.

He licked a stripe along the skin right above your clenched thighs. His hands came up roughly to grab at them, pulling them open and causing you to moan.

“I’m gonna eat you out.”

You couldn’t say anything other than a light moan, Jimin was taking all your energy and you felt amazing.

He kissed the skin around your thighs, licking in all the crevices around your slit, you were the desperate one now. Bucking your hips up, Jimin smiled, he was so happy to see you enjoying it as mu h as he did, enjoying it as much as he had fantasized you would.

Finally, finally, he let his mouth swipe quickly over your slit, he had wanted to taste you so bad, and as his tongue ran over you, you jolted, Jimin’s tongue was working on your clit now, flattening and flicking at it, causing you to jerk from the pleasure.

“Fuck.” Jimin mumbled against you, his plump lips planting some kisses on you before he started to lick again. “It’s not fair.”

You didn’t ask him, partially cause you couldn’t find the words as he licked inside of you, but Jimin found it unfair that Jungkook got to do this to you every night, he got to lick you and kiss you and Jimin didn’t.

He sucked on your clit with more enthusiasm, his hand reaching down to find your entrance, and he groaned at how wet you were.

“I’m gonna put a finger in.”

“Please, Jimin.”

He slipped in easily, curving his fingers along your walls as you clenched around him. His lips never moving from you clit. You felt too good, Jimin’s fingers and mouth were becoming too much, the familiar burn at your stomach causing you to moan even louder.

Jimin was attractive, of course he was, of course you had thought of him in this way, it was natural, but it was happening and you couldn’t figure anything out. Why? How? When? You were clueless. But you could only moan at Jimin pumping his fingers in you, his plump lips sucking and his tongue toying with your clit, and you bit your lip. This was bad. Very bad.

“Y/n.” Jimin said your voice, mixed in with a long guttural moan as he licked at you, his hips still snapping against the bed.

You shook your head again, unable to control the way your stomach began to tighten, you wanted to come now, you needed to, Jimin had you far too gone to think it through.

“Jimin.” You moaned, causing him to groan again.

He quickened his fingers and his tongue, switching between french kissing your clit and sucking on it and you moved your hips against his face as you felt your tummy warm.

“J-Jimin...” You let out a breathy moan, still causing him to reply back to you in the same way.

“You wanna come?” He asked against your clit, and you nodded, unsure if he could even see you.

“Let me hear you say it.”

You froze up, whining as you felt his tongue and fingers stop, and you tried to rock up against him, but his other hand firmly held your hips down as he glanced up to look at you.

“Admit you want me to make you come. And I will.”

You stared at him, unsure of what to do, but you felt your orgasm fleeting away, and you wanted it right now more than logic could explain.

“Jimin I...” You started, trailing off as he watched you.

“You can do it.” He said. You weren’t sure if it was him reassuring you, or stating something, and you couldn’t help but stare at his lips as your heat began to pool more and more.

“Jimin... please. Make me come.”

Jimin smiled, his heart quickening as you spoke those words, he wanted to pass out hearing you say it, he couldn’t wrap his head around it, but he had said he would make you come, so he dipped his head again.

You threw yours back this time, moaning with relief as Jimins tongue found your clit again and his fingers starting pumping with a curl inside of you, a tear began to well up in your eye, you didn’t understand why this felt so good.

“Oh my god.” You whispered, feeling Jimin’s fingers and tongue work it’s magic, your vision was going cloudy and your stomach was burning again and you could feel you were close.

“Fuck, y/n.” Jimin groaned inside of you, “you’re so tight around my fingers, so warm.”

You heaved your chest at his words, Jungkook never talked to you like that.

“Your pussy is so pretty, y/n. It tastes so good. Fuck, I want to do this forever.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, his words sending waves to your bottom half, and you could only moan against him.

He began to brush up against your g spot, causing you to recoil from the pleasure as he assaulted you with his tongue, his fingers never wavering in pace.

You felt your stomach tighten, you knew you were close, you couldn’t escape your orgasm, it was coming and Jimin even knew it, opening his mouth a little wider to swallow any stray juices, and you couldn’t make out a clear sentence as the feeling of your orgasm began to wash over you.

“Come... I’m gonna...” You got that out, before the feeling hit you, and you slammed your head against the headboard, barely hearing Jimin as he helped you ride out your orgasm.

“Yes y/n, that’s it, come around my fingers. You look so fucking pretty when you come, shit.”

You stopped breathing for a second, squeezing your eyes as your body convulsed against your will, shuttering as waves of pleasure left your body, leaving you limp as you tried to regain your breathe, feeling Jimin’s tongue still lap at you, drinking in the juices you had emitted and you hissed.

You opened your eyes now, your orgasm creating a buzz around your body, as you felt Jimin pull away from your pussy with a pop.

He stared up at you and you stared back, staying that way for a bit.

“I’m sorry.” He spoke the same sentence from earlier, except it was small and meek now, he sounded upset, and you watched him as he moved himself from the bed, and you didn’t know why you felt sad watching him go.

He pulled up and away, and that’s when you noticed the tent in his jeans as he smoothed his hand against the fabric, your body still teeming.

He began to walk away, fast, and your voice spoke up before you could understand why.

“Jimin.”

He stopped dead in his tracks, not turning around to face you.

“Jimin come here.” You didn’t know what you were doing, but you sat up and patted the bed, still basking in your own afterglow.

He turned around sharply, his eyes bulging as he walked up to you, and you saw him gulp.

“i’m-“ He tried to apologize again, but you held up your hand.

“Let me help you.” You looked at his mound, and you watched him choke out a groan.

“No, you don’t have to-you can’t.” Jimin watched your face, confused.

“I want to.” You didn’t know what you were saying, but any thoughts of Jungkook and any consequences had been pushed far away into the back of your head, you wanted Jimin right now, you wanted him, he was new.

“Y/n...”

He walked up to you anyways, even if you could see the apprehensiveness on his face.

You couldn’t pinpoint why you wanted to do this for him, but you did.

He stood in front of you, his mound level with your face, and you stared up at him for a few seconds, before reaching out and cupping him in his jeans, and he bit his lip.

Jimin watched you with wide eyes, gulping as you began to rub him through his jeans, switching between looking at him and looking at his bulge.

“Y/n... Fuck.” He moaned once you grabbed him harder, placing an open mouthed kiss against his jeans, wetting the entire thing. You couldn’t understand why, but you wanted Jimin. It was like months of ignoring him were coming up to smack you in the face, you were Jungkook’s girlfriend, you kept yourself in line. But jimin had crossed that line, and now you were too far gone to think about any consequences that might be had.

Jimin suddenly reached out to grab the back of your hair, wrapping it in his hand, and he pulled your head back roughly, and you liked it.

“I don’t want to come in my fucking jeans.” Jimin growled, and you gulped, his nervousness completely gone as he reached down with his free hand to do undo himself from his belt, quickly shedding his pants and kicking them downwards, his boxers following with it. His cock sprang free from its cage, and you gasped a little.

He was much, much, thicker than Jungkook, about the same in length. He had one long vein running through the underside, and his head was pink and throbbing, twitching on its own as you stared at it. Jimin smiled as he watched you, content in your reaction.

“Say ah.” Jimin teased, watching as you looked up at him with wet eyes, before quickly stretching out your lips, and Jimin’s eyes sparkled even more at your willingness. Things went a lot better than he had planned for tonight.

He leaned in, holding his cock with the hand that wasn’t in your mouth and smacked the tip against your tongue that was protruding it. You moaned a little, feeling Jimin start to slide his length along your tongue, before starting to slip his entire length inside you mouth before you had time to react.

“That’s it Y/n, take all of it inside.” He hummed, watching as you closed your lips around his length, your hair still wrapped in his hands. Jimin’s cock felt snug in your mouth, tasting like salty skin, and you could smell the leftover cologne wafting over from his button up, causing you to groan a little bit.

“Fuck.” Jimin started, moving his hand to cup at your chin as he slide his cock in a little more, starting to get dangerously close to the back of your throat.

You hadn’t moved the entire time, instead letting him adjust his cock inside your mouth. You pulled your head back a little bit, out of instinct, and Jimin growled.

“Don’t move. You’re gonna let me put my whole fucking cock inside your mouth and you’re gonna say thank you afterwards. Got it?” His tone shot directly to your stomach, causing you to clench your legs, but you could only blink up at him.

“Answer me.” His hands pulled at your hair, causing more of a shock, and you hummed an answer around his member, seemingly pleasing him.

“Good girl. Now open wider.”

Jimin started to push himself inside of you, his length causing your lips to tear a little bit from the lack of preparedness, but that only made your panties pool more.

He pulled his hips back once he got a good portion of his cock inside your mouth, and he began to slowly snap his hips inside your mouth, you flattened your tongue against his length as he went in and out, causing his hand to tighten in your hair and his fingers to hold your chin a little tighter as he groaned.

“You’re a good girl aren’t you? Taking my entire length inside your mouth, letting my cock in the same place you kiss Jungkook with.”

The mention of jungkook you thought, should have had you feeling something, something like guilt maybe. But you only felt more arousal, and you found yourself humming an answer to him around his length while he continued to move his member inside your mouth.

“Are you gonna let me come in your mouth baby? Come all inside your mouth, so you can kiss Jungkook later on? He wouldn’t even know. But I would. Fuck.” Jimin groaned, continuing to hold your head in place as he pumped himself in your mouth, your throat felt numb but you didn’t care, you didn’t want this to stop.

Jimin’s hips began to still, his moaning increasing and decreasing randomly, he was close to coming. He wanted to come inside of you. He needed too.

Before you knew it, Jimin pulled himself from inside your warm wet mouth, causing him to hiss when his cock hit the cold air of the room. He watched as a trail of saliva left your mouth and trailed along the head of his member and he groaned.

“Turn around.” Jimin barked out, letting your hair and chin go, finally letting you move your head as you gasped a little from the lack of air you had been getting, watching as he moved to hop on the bed with you. You couldn’t help but stare at him, he looked amazing, his features blending in with the dimness of the room, his blonde hair messy now and his lips red from biting them. You could only blink.

“I said turn around. We don’t have time for this.” Jimin said sharply, and you found yourself nodding for no reason, turning around on the bed immediately and feeling Jimin’s hands come up to grasp at your hips, hard and firm.

“Lift up your ass. I’m gonna fuck you now.” Jimin announced, and you didn’t care, you just wanted him inside you, you wanted more.

“Please Jimin.” You didn’t know what you were begging for, but you wiggled your ass as you felt him adjust himself behind you, and Jimin gulped.

“You’re so fucking...” Jimin let his sentence trail off, unable to finish as he ran his hands along your ass, you were beautiful. There was no other words to describe it.

“Jimin.” You moaned again, feeling him rake his hands along your back and bottom, your wanted him inside you, you were getting antsy.

“I know.” He supplied, he was getting antsy too. He didn’t know what time it was, but he had been in your room for at least 30 minutes, he needed to use his time quickly.

“Lift your ass up more, baby.” Jimin demanded in a softer voice and your complied, letting your hair drape over your face and around your shoulders as you felt him grab your hips in earnest.

He wrapped his hand around his cock, and gently brought it to your entrance, letting it softly run between the folds of your wet slit, and you found yourself humming and rocking back against him.

“Fuck.” Jimin bit his lip, watching as his precum spread with your juices, he wanted to clean it off you right then.

He held his tip against your entrance then, softly starting to push in. Slowly.

“Jimin. Please. Inside.” Was all you could muster, your skin hot as he toyed with you, and you could almost see the smirk on his face.

“You want me inside of you?” Jimin started, his cock twitching at your entrance. “You want me to fill your little pussy up? You want me to fuck you and come inside of you? Let your pretty little hole get filled with my come, is that what you want baby?”

Jimin’s words were hitting your hard, and you were so desperate for anything you began grinding at the air, and Jimin laughed again.

“Yes, yes Jimin I want that. I want you to come inside of me.” You moaned, head bent over as you felt his cock still only play outside of your pussy.

“Ask for it nicely.”

You bit your lip, and hesitated. You didn’t know why, you knew he’d do anything he asked of you in this moment.

“P-please Jimin, please put your cock inside of me and come. I want to feel you come inside of me, please. Please.”

Your voice was ragged and that made Jimin groan, he couldn’t believe he had you like this right now. He was basking in it.

“Since you asked so sweetly.”

And then his cock was buried to the hilt inside of you, taking you by surprise and causing you to squeal, the feeling of him stretching you out burning but you were to abuzz with pleasure to care.

“Oh fuck.”

Jungkook never felt like this.

“You’re so fucking tight. Holy shit. Does Jungkook’s cock even reach your pussy?” Jimin half joked as he felt your walls tighten around him, slick wetness glistening as he began to thrust.

You only moaned, you couldn’t understand how Jimin could still be talking. You couldn’t even form words, but Jimin was doing enough talking.

He let his hips pull out of you before thrusting back in. You couldn’t help but note how different and great he felt inside of you. He felt right.

His cock was throbbing inside of you, the slight curve on it making you clench your toes.

Jimin watched his member make its way in and out of you, and he couldn’t catch his breath or control his heart rate, he had thought about this for so long, it felt surreal.

“Does this feel good baby? Hmm?” Jimin leaned down, his lips coming to kiss at a sensitive spot on your back, causing you to moan, his hips never faltering.

“J-Jimin, yes. It feels so-so good.” That took you long to get out, and Jimin noticed, smirking lightly against your skin.

“You feel so good around me too baby. Fuck. I can’t believe i’m in you right now, you don’t know how long I’ve wanted this.

You moaned in response, you hadn’t known how long you wanted this either.

Jimin’s length continuously snapped inside of you, and you could feel your toes go cold from the feeling of him brushing against your g spot, making your eyes water.

“J-Jimin... I-....” You couldn’t form words, gasps overtaking you as Jimin held onto your hips tighter, snapping into you harder, sweat beading on both of your foreheads.

“Yeah y/n? You gonna come all over my cock? Fuck. I wanna come inside you y/n. I wanna fill you up and just know I marked you up. Fuck.”

Jimin’s teeth gnawed at the skin on your neck now, and you felt your eyes roll into the back of your head by instinct. Everything felt too good.

His hips sputtered, his throbbing length starting to hit exactly at your spot, and you found yourself screaming into a pillow, you couldn’t help it, Jimin fit perfectly inside you, he felt right.

“Holy shit.” You managed to get out as you got closer to your second orgasm, you couldn’t believe this was happening, you never got a second orgasm with Jungkook, let alone a vaginal orgasm. Your head was spinning.

“Y/n, fuck, I’m gonna come soon.” Jimin groaned, and he was. Seeing you bent over for him, screaming into a pillow, your walls clenched around him, he wasn’t going to last much longer.

You couldn’t answer him though, already at the verge of your second orgasm, and you could only go quiet, mouth gaping as you felt the same familiar cool feeling wash over your body. You clenched around Jimin, hearing him moan behind you spurring you on as your second orgasm completely wrecked your body.

“That’s right Y/n. Such a good girl coming on my cock, you’re so amazing.”

You felt your walls tighten against Jimin’s cock instinctively, but you couldn’t do much more for Jimin as he continued to fuck into other than lay there. You’re last orgasm took breath away from you, you couldn’t even see straight.

“Ah fuck. You’re squeezing me. Im gonna come Y/n. I’m gonna come inside you, you’re gonna be filled up with my cock while Jungkook’s away, on his bed, you’re such a bad girl.” Jimin thrusted in you a few more times, his heavy breathing music to your ears. “I’m- fuck. I’m coming.”

You suddenly felt warm spurts of Jimin’s come milking itself inside of you, you moaned at the feeling, you wanted every drop inside of you. You couldn’t explain why.

Jimin only moaned and stuttered as he came inside, his come leaking out only a little from your pussy. He couldn’t see straight either, his head was fuzzy, he had just come inside you and he couldn’t believe how amazing it felt.

He pumped lazily into you a few more times, making sure all his come was inside of you, before you felt him come up and kiss against your neck sweetly.

He pulled out of you slowly with a slight hiss, his soft member completely milked. You felt him slide your towel back around you, the fabric connecting with the come he left inside of you going sticky.

He crawled off of your back, letting his arms grab at your shoulders and gingerly placing you on the bed, you were too weak and let him.

You stared into his eyes as he kneeled on the bed now, only his t shirt on as he watched you watch him. It was quiet.

Jimin’s guilt began to wash over his face, and you could tell.

“Y/n, I’m.... I’m so sorry.” It didn’t sound like his other two apologies, this sounded... genuine.

You blinked your eyes, you didn’t understand why you didn’t care, you didn’t want him to be sorry.

“No. I... I liked this.” You didn’t know what that meant, and Jimin cocked his head at you.

“You liked this?”

You shrugged at him. You didn’t know.

“I’m such a bad friend.” Jimin rubbed at his eyes, oh that was right, Jungkook.

You didn’t know what to say to that.

“I’m a bad girlfriend.” You spoke. Realizing what just happened.

“I’m sorry, y/n.”

You both stayed silent for a bit, before Jimin finally got up, grabbing his boxers from the floor.

“I-This won’t happen again. I swear. You can tell Jungkook, I can tell him. I screwed up-“ Jimin was rambling, and you found yourself grabbing at whatever energy you had to sit up and tug at his shirt.

“I don’t know what happened. But it felt good Jimin. It felt very good. I know you felt it too.”

Jimin gulped, buttoning the last button on his jeans before he turned to face you.

He knew what you were talking about, it felt too good. It felt better than anything he had ever felt before.

“I-but Jungkook. You two are in love.” Jimin interjected, and you winced.

Did you love him? You weren’t sure. He had said it to you already, but you hadn’t said it back. You enjoyed his company. You liked him, yeah. But could you say love?

“I like him, Jimin.” You mumbled, watching his face carefully.

You bit your lip.

“I...  I like you too.”

Jimin caught his breath at your words.

“Y-you do?”

You shut your eyes, running a hand through your hair.

“I felt something Jimin.”

“I did too. I didn’t want to say it.”

You continued to stare at each other. Unsure of what to do.

You opened your mouth to talk, before he distant sound of a car pulling in the drive way made you and Jimin burst into a cold sweat.

“Fuck. I gotta go y/n, I... Here.” Jimin grabbed your phone that was on the nightstand, quickly handing it to you to unlock, and he tapped his number in, just as two car doors shut, and you gulped.

“Text me.”

You nodded, watching as Jimin stood there for a second, staring at you, before the sound of Jungkook’s car honking as it locked brought you both out of it.

He tapped his foot, watching as you still stared up at him with doe eyes. Leaning down, he placed a small kiss on your lips, and you felt electricity zap through your body when you remembered it was the first time you touched your lips to his this sweetly.

Jimin stroked your cheek, hearing the boys walk up to the front door, and he had to force himself to turn around, not wanting to leave yet.

“I have to go.” Jimin said, you nodded.

Watching him leave, he shut the door behind him, shooting you a small smile as he went his own way, and you stared at the door after he was gone.

The front door opened, just as Jimin’s own door closed, you could hear Jungkook in the distance.

You remembered you were still full of Jimin’s come, and you sighed as you began to get up to go wash yourself out again before Jungkook came in the room.

You waddled and shut the door to the bathroom, staring at yourself in the mirror for a second, phone in hand.

Jimin’s number was padded into your phone. You had never had it, and now it was saved, and your heart jumped a little bit.

You sat on the tile of the bathroom, not ready to completely wash the night away. Fiddling with his contact information.

You didn’t know what you felt, but whatever happened tonight scratched the surface of it. You heard Jungkook and Tae loudly talking in the living room, drunkenly.

Too many emotions filtered through you, you felt good, you felt bad, you felt emotional.

Jimin... Park Jimin.

You lowered your eyes to your lock screen. A selfie of you and Kookie, and your stomach twisted a little.

You let the confusion wash over you as you went to turn on the shower, blinking your eyes and trying to remember the ways Jimin touched you.

The steam filled up the bathroom quickly, and you sat down in the tub, legs weak still.

You had never felt more confused in your entire life.

In another room, Jimin laid in bed, wide awake as he stared at his ceiling.

He had felt it too.

He wanted it to happen again.

He wanted you. Over and over again now.

But still, at the same time, he had never felt more confused in his entire life either.

[writing-in-riverdale]

break up | archie andrews (riverdale)

request: can i request an archie imagine where the reader and him had a fight and break up. it being really angsty and avoiding each other. but one day she went to investigate something with betty and jug she got hurt and he sees it? just fluff please!!! thank youuu❤️

it had been days since you left the house after what had happened with archie. you were heart broken with the latest events including the break up.

betty & veronica had constantly been visiting bringing you over food and movies trying to cheer you up and get your mind off of things but it you just couldn’t, there was no use.

how could you possibly forget that your boyfriend of almost a year had let himself be seduced by the blossoms and allowed cheryl to kiss him. the thought made you feel sick inside

and it was worse because he didn’t even have the guts to tell me, you heard it from the mouth of the devil herself. and boy did she love to see you crack and squirm, placing doubt in both of our minds enough to make the red headed boy i love leave you

there’s soft knocks on your door causing you to sigh sniffling, “come in” you croak shifting in your bed to face the door as it opens to reveal two of your closet friends jughead and betty

“hey stranger” you smile sadly to the beanie wearing brunette standing next to your blonde best friend.

he sits himself on the edge of your bed extending his hand to your shoulder giving it a comforting and reassuring squeeze “im sorry i didn’t come sooner”

you quickly place your hand over his i knew exactly why he didn’t come, he was currently living in the andrews residence so it almost seems reasonable that he didn’t want to offend or anger his new roommates and his re kindled relationship with the red headed jock and his father

“it’s seriously fine jug- i understand” you smile sadly at your best friends, concern visible on their faces

“we’ve got a job for you” you wipe the tears from your cheeks and sit up slightly “you up for it?” “yeah okay”

they smile triumphantly at each other and before reaching over and pulling you out of your cozy bed “change and meet us outside” you nod flopping back down on your bed watching them as they scurry out of your room

you finally get the courage to leave your bed changing and pulling a brush through your knotted hair for the first time in days applying makeup to cover the evident dark circles under your eyes from lack of sleep

after you finish changing you grab a random sweater off your freshly made bed and throw it on only noticing half way down the stairs that it was intact archies; he leant it to you one night at pops when it was cold and he didn’t want you to freeze.

well that’s what he liked to tell you why he did it, you still believe to this day that he only did it to shut your whining as you rubbed your arms rapidly comparing on how it was so cold

you tug at the sleeves, it smelled of him. the warmth swallowing you up. trudging outside you spot the couple standing beside your car “so what’s the plan?”

the blonde glances to her boyfriend before speaking “jug and i are going to explore a new lead, you need to go to pops and find veronica she’ll catch you up to speed” you nod fiddling with your keys

“pops, v? got it” betty gives me a tight squeeze “be safe, ill see you later” you nod turning slightly as jughead gives wraps you up in a small hug “bye”

you watch as they join hands and walk toward the direction of the cooper household, heart eyes evident. you feel the tears stream down your face as the sight trigger your memories of they way archie used to give you that same look exactly like that.

you get in the car and drive over to pop’s, sliding out and walking briskly into the empty diner, spotting the raven haired girl sitting with him. you find your breathe hitches, lodging in your throat

swallowing the lump in your throat, you force your feet to propel yourself forward to the occupied booth “V” the raven hair girl looks up slightly surprised at your presence.

she jumps out of the booth and throws her arms around you pulling your body into her warm embrace “god it’s good to see you out of bed- and in normal clothes- and your hairs brushed oh im so proud”

she hugs you again it was tighter then before, glancing over her shoulder making eye contact with the boy who broke my heart, he looks worried sick

she pulls you back at arms length and glancing at you concern washing over her face “(y/n) i thought you were getting more sleep?” you shake my head moving away slightly from your friend.

“look can you just fill me in?” she glances back at our friend then to me “yous should talk” she begins backing away from the booth

panic setting in for the both of you

you shake your head furiously “no no i-i-i ccan’t-t” you stutter edging yourself further and further away from the booth before breaking into a sprint racing toward the diner door and out to your parked car.

tears begin to cloud your vision as you drive off toward betty’s house, hoping that the two hadn’t left for their sleuth session yet

you were an absolute mess tears pouring from your eyes blurring your vision so much that you didn’t seem to even notice the car speeding through a red light and just like that your vision turned black.

archie’s pov

i cuss under my breathe as i watch my girlfriend, ex-girlfriend rush out of pops like she was on fire. i hate that i did that to her.

“archie you can’t keep avoiding each other you need to talk to her” i shake my head “cause your idea worked so well didnt it” i yell 

“god i should’ve never listened to you three- she doesnt want anything to do with me thats why she just ran out!”

i pull on my hair as we sit in the booth in silence, tears begin to well in my eyes and it takes all of me to swallow my pride standing from the booth and slipping on my jacket

“where are you going?” veronica stands grabbing onto my arm “i need to make this right”

i grab my phone and dial her number holding it against my ear waiting for her response only for her to not pick up, i try again the sound of sirens faintly ringing in my ears

the two of us share a glance before looking out the window as the sirens grow louder and louder until finally they pass the diner, two ambulances and a police cruiser

my stomach dropped her name falling from my mouth before i rush out of the diner veronica hot on my hells “arch get in my car ill drive!” she yells but i ignore her pushing myself to run as fast as my legs will carry me

i chase after the emergency services as they pull up a head to what looked like a car accident, a soon as i see the familiar car i scream out her name veronica zooming past me and fleeing the car.

i rush over to the paramedics as they pull (y/n) from the car her cheeks still dripping wet with tears “no- no no NO” i yell not bothering about the tears that are streaming down my cheeks.

she was covered in blood, her arm looked broken and her lip split my heart shattering as i stare at the fragile girl that was my entire world

“son you need to step back” the paramedic told me trying to wheel the gurney up into the rig “no im going with her” i insist trying to push past “please” the shake their head loads her in

“archie?!” i turn to see sheriff keller jogging to me “what’s wrong?”

i point to the ambulance “it’s (y/n) she was in a accident i have to go with her” i beg to the sheriff and he nods walking over to the guys and whispering something with them before the allow me to climb up

i lace my hand with hers as i giving her a squeeze my other hair tangling through her hair trying to soothe her.

“c’mon (y/n) you can do this baby keep fighting" i mutter tears still running down my cheeks.

i clutch her hand tightly as the monitors start to beep the crew shouting a bunch of words to each other before they push me back in my seat forcing our hands to pull apart

“what’s happening?!” i shout panic dripping from my words.

“we need you to give us space kid” i nod sitting back in my seat clutching my hands together hoping that she wouldn’t die not today

and thats when she flatlined.

✖

i shift in the uncomfortable hospital chairs still clutching my girlfriends hand when i feel a slight squeeze.

i jolt up blinking the sleep out of my eyes “(y/n)” i choke my voice raw from all the crying and begs for help.

she stirs moving slightly in the bed her head titling toward me “a-arch” she whispers her lips are cracked her eyes wet from tears.

tears overwhelm me as i stand pecking her head “god i thought i was going to loose you” she smiles bringing both hands up to my cheeks “im sorry” she mutters to me

i shake my head frantically my cheeks growing wet “no im so, im sorry for everything i did to hurt you i didn’t want to hurt you (y/n) i just want you back”

i move her oxygen mask from her mouth and lean down connecting our lips together in a sweet embrace before pulling back and placing her mask back

“will you take me back?” i ask eyes begging for her to say yes

“of course archie, i love you”

“god i love you too (y/n)”

she giggles and it cures my heartache i smile up at my beautiful girlfriend as she scoots over in her bed patting the spot next to her “c'mere” she mumbles.

i move from my seat kicking off my shoes and cuddling into the fragile girl as she rests her head on my chest tracing circles into the fabric

and in that moment you knew, you never know what you have until it’s almost taken from you

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i just realized on some of these im gonna have to do different answers for her pre-war and as an Sploicer but u know what thats just fine

1. What is their favourite food?

pre war: amys got a huuuge sweet tooth, and she especially loves fruity pastries and cakes!! she grew up very poor and barely had money to feed herself at all as a kid, nevermind treats. one of the first things she probably did after her first gig in rapture was buy a huge box of donuts. shes also big on fast food and takeouts since she’s Not a cook and loves convenient salt and grease too much to ever learn how to make her own meals lmao

she also used to love seafood because it reminded her of her home city and her childhood in general, but after her dad is arrested for being a smuggler and when the morale of rapture starts going downhill she kinda.. goes off it. instead of being a sweet nostalgic thing, it starts reminding her of the Situation everyone is in. real unfortunate considering like 90% of what everyone eats in rapture is seafood fhfgh, she still eats it, but she doesnt enjoy it like she used to

splicer: she’ll eat anything she can find. she still loves sweet things but theyre impossible to come by anymore outside of like, canned fruit, which she probably has a stash of somewhere. she’s always been an alcoholic and a chain smoker but during/after the war she manages to be drunk 24/7 and definitely turns to alcohol/tobacco instead of eating almost exclusively. she also eats other splicers for their ADAM; first time she did that was probably when she was in SERIOUS withdrawl and it was the only option. she wouldve felt absolutely horrible the first few times but it’s more than normal for her now, she ends up eating people partly for ADAM and partly cus she just wants to :///

6. What do they look like?

pre war: amy’s a tall, skinny bigender thot (binary man or woman, she/he) (im gonna describe her usual femme look for the sake of this post not being Too Freaking Long). she’s white and has short brunette hair usually worn in this sorta 50s ass curly bob style, and her eyes are hazel. she wears quite a bit of makeup and she especially likes brown/grey eyeshadow, thick eyeliner, and dark red lips. her eyes are perpetually lidded and tired looking and her makeup only highlights it. shes got bad teeth from a toxic combination of growing up poor, heavy smoking and a lot of coffee drinking, and not looking after herself in general, but she really doesnt care.

typical outfits are made up of button up shirts and high waisted pants of some description. going to a fancy dinner?? nice shirt and nice pants. visiting dad at the fisheries?? ratty shirt and ratty pants lmao. she’s not particularly a fashion person and she sticks to wearing whats comfortable and what looks good on her most of the time, but she probably ends up going out of her way to buy an array of nice things specifically for her stage performances and hanging around posh folks since she has a bit of anxiety around being The Comedic British Funny Accent Girl Who’s Rough. she also has a silver chain necklace that she never takes off; it was given to her by her grandma

splicer: her hair is now a bit longer than shoulder length; it’s gross and matted and ratty and covers most of her face. the right side of her face is mangled and she’s blind in that eye; it’s cataracted over. sometimes she wears masks; typically a teal eyemask or a cat mask (as seen in-game). her right leg was broken after a fall and she tried to fix it with an EVE injection in a panic, which only caused it to heal wrong and become severely mutated. all of her limbs are heavily bandaged with bloody gauze, partly to stop any bleeding and partly to try and prevent the tumors from growing any larger. she has some visible, shoddily stitched up cuts here and there. she still wears her typical shirt and high waisted pants combo albeit torn up and bloody, and she doesnt wear anything on her right foot other than more gauze because it doesnt fit in a shoe anymore.

9. Do they have any artistic talent?

yeah! before the war she was a drag king, stand up comedian, and stage actor. she also dabbled in poetry but she never thought she was particularly good and was too embarrassed to show anyone. in terms of like, drawings, i can see her doodling every now and then but that wasn’t really her forte.

18. Have they ever been in a romantic relationship?

Oh Yes, lots. pre war she was an absolute thot who slept around with everyone and greatly preferred casual relationships. post-war she ends up meeting and falling in love with @robbytheturtle‘s chris. her relationship with him is the longest and strongest she’s ever had by a mile; i definitely think thats partly thanks to their dire situation and a need to cling onto any small comfort they can find, but it also really is just cus they love eachother so much and they really did just had to find The One after everything’s gone to hell lmfao

30. Do they have a job?

kinda answered that in 9!

[bluehairedyoong-blog]

Movie Night

Summary - It's the group's movie night and Seokjin's countless threats mean nothing to horny boyfriends.

Genre - smut

A/N - Hi I wrote this forever ago and posted it on AO3 but then I got lazy and never posted it here I am sorry but enjoy now!!! I take requests!

Warning - this fic contains daddy kink so if you don’t like that then keep scrolling

“I swear to any holy being if I have to separate you guys because of face sucking!”

Jin’s threat hangs in the air and after about two years of movie nights, and one year of their first couple being introduced, the threat holds no meaning. Everyone knows if the movie isn’t interesting enough from at least one side of the couple, then they were bound to make out. However Seokjin would usually yank them apart and declare it time to either play a game or go to bed by the time it got to that. (The only reason it wasn’t called movie and game night was because they were never sure what time they would get bored with movies. Also they had separate nights dedicated to games but those are for later.)

“Yes hyung we know” Namjoon speaks up from where he sits on the couch, Jimin nestled on his lap and Hoseok flopped down across the rest.

“You say that but I know for a fact you’re the kinkiest fuck out of all of us!” Yoongi challenges  from his spot in the kitchen where he was gathering snacks.

Jimin blushes, currently on Namjoon’s lap, being that he knows first hand just how kinky Namjoon can be.

“Don’t forget the popcorn babe!” Jungkook calls back from the floor of the living area, a smirk plastered on his face.

“Shut up brat!” was Yoongi’s only retort.

Taehyung, also in the kitchen, could be heard snickering. Jungkook knew he had Yoongi blushing, and he was proud of himself for being able to have that effect.

Moments later the two boys in the kitchen walk in with snacks and set them on a small coffee table. All the boys immediately reach for the food as Seokjin puts in the first movie. Jungkook quickly and effortlessly grabs Yoongi by the waist and pulls him down to sit in the younger’s lap, mimicking Namjoon and Jimin on the couch. Yoongi’s face colors red again, Jungkook nuzzles the older’s neck.

Jin glares at the two, “If someone walks out tonight with a hickey I swear to god I’m gonna end one of you.”

“What if I give Hoseok hyung a hickey?” Taehyung speaks up, having laid the food down and taken a seat next to the mentioned hyung, who had moved from his previous sprawled position. Hoseok blushes a bit but says nothing.

“Yes, I will still beat the crap out of you. I don’t care that you aren’t dating.”

“Are we sure they aren’t?” Yoongi grumbles, Hoseok blushes more.

A cheeky box grin is all he gets in response. Jin finally takes his seat and the movie starts.

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Approximately half an hour into the movie, the new couple seems to be acting tame. Only surprising because Jungkook, being the little shit he is, hasn’t attacked Yoongi’s neck like Jimin assumed he would. However it seems too good to be true, which is accurate because he feels the hand on his thigh (Namjoon’s) squeeze lightly. This wasn’t going to end with Seokjin too happy.

“Joon..” Jimin turns his head to give a warning whisper.

Namjoon feigns innocence and Jimin sighs, turning back around. At least on the bright side he was probably gonna get laid tonight. The hand creeps up his leg slowly but surely.

“Namjoon” Jimin turns around again.

“Baby boy.. No one is gonna see us.. Everyone is focused on the movie and the sunshine pair has already moved to the floor.” Namjoon whispers, hot breath puffing over Jimin’s neck and sending a shiver down the younger’s spine. Namjoon did have a point, Taehyung and Hoseok had taken their cuddling to the floor where they could stretch more. Everyone was so focused on the movie, and the thought of it all did have Jimin a bit hard already. Namjoon had turned Jimin into an exhibitionist. What an asshole. And he went and used Jimin’s favorite nickname, another thing Namjoon has introduced to Jimin. (Namjoon truly was the kinkiest) Jimin was completely whipped, and Namjoon knew it was a green-light when Jimin relaxed against the larger male’s chest and spread his thighs a bit. Namjoon gladly let his hand trail up right to Jimin’s crotch, palming it lightly.

“Thats a good baby… stay quiet for Daddy now.. I don’t want anyone hearing your lovely moans.” Namjoon whispers right into Jimin’s ear. Jimin immediately has to suppress a whine, there is no way he would disobey his daddy, well maybe not in public and definitely not when he wanted to cum.

The movie carried on to the rest in the room, all of whom were none the wiser about what was playing out behind them. This wasn’t the first time the couple had tried something, but usually everyone was in another room. That fact only turned Jimin on more, causing him to have to turn his head and hide it against Namjoon’s neck. He suppressed another whine as blush crept up his neck and spread across his face.

Suddenly Namjoon’s hands stilled, Jimin froze with panic yet his erection only grew. Had someone turned around and seen them? The smaller male tries to lift his head and only receives a small, deep, chuckle from the man he was seated on.

“I’m just teasing you pretty baby.” Jimin can hear the smirk dripping off of Namjoon as he whispers lowly. He shudders a bit hearing the arousal in his boyfriend’s voice, knowing that he was the cause behind that. Jimin was not going to last long.

Before he had time to process what was happening Namjoon shoves his hand down Jimin’s sweatpants (it was a movie night rule to wear comfy clothing) and boxers, immediately stroking the hard length underneath. Jimin slaps a hand over his mouth quickly to suppress his moan that almost spills from his mouth. Namjoon fists Jimin’s small cock for a bit before the younger is cumming, face pressing into the older’s neck and only a small whimper escapes his mouth however the movie masks it and Jimin is forever thankful.

“T-Thank you Daddy..” Jimin quietly mumbles still retrieving his breath, “but you didn’t cum.”

“That’s okay baby boy, Daddy is just fine for now.” Namjoon kisses Jimin’s temple and speaks softly to his baby.

Jimin frowns a bit and makes it a point to repay Namjoon when they were home. He also cringes at the drying cum in his pants, almost regretting letting Namjoon pull that.

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Halfway through the second movie Yoongi lets out a, louder than intended, whimper before he had time to slap a hand over his mouth. Jimin knew Jungkook couldn’t hold back. The poor hyung still had fading marks, but Jungkook just couldn’t stop himself from going at his boyfriend’s neck like a vampire. The movie is paused, lights are flipped on, Jungkook’s mouth still on Yoongi’s neck. Poor, poor, tiny Yoongi. Whose neck was so sensitive he couldn’t find it in himself to push his boyfriend away, only blush and attempt to hide his face.

“Jeon Jungkook would you stop trying to eat my best friend?!” Seokjin yells at the younger who simply pulls off of a dark mark with a smirk. The eldest sighs as Yoongi stands, face still bright red, and pulls Jungkook up with him.

“W-we should get going… it’s late…” is all Yoongi gets out before Jungkook practically throws him over the younger’s shoulder.

“See ya later, we’re gonna fuck!” a shit eating grin from Jungkook and a yell from Yoongi, the couple are out the door.

“You still didn’t kick their asses hyung.” Taehyung points out, directing everyone’s attention to him, an a purple mark on Hoseok’s neck.

“No but I’ll kick yours.” Seokjin makes his way to the younger boy but he is up and running fast, hyung following.

“Time to take our leave baby boy.” Namjoon whispers, both get up quickly and hurry from the house before their hyung catches wind of what they did.

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“Daddy never got to cum, so let me help you please?” Jimin gives his Daddy his best puppy eyes, and Namjoon melts. A hand carding through Jimin’s hair.

“Sure thing baby, whatever you want.” Namjoon places a soft kiss on Jimin’s lips, the smaller returns it humming happily.

Namjoon connects with the bed as his boyfriend pushes him down and immediately gets working to remove the pants and underwear from him. Once the layers are off, Jimin immediately works at his Daddy’s cock, taking his bottom lip in his mouth to hide his grin. Jimin loved sucking dick but he wasn’t going to show Namjoon how excited he was, even if Namjoon probably knew already. After a bit of stroking, Jimin leans in and gave a few kitten licks to the tip of his Daddy’s cock and pressing kisses all around his length.

“Daddy is so big..” Jimin mumbles with a smirk.

“You gonna suck my dick baby boy? Hmm?”

A nod and jimin takes the head in his mouth, swirling his tongue around and digging it into the slit a bit. He takes more of the cock into his mouth and sucks lightly, causing a soft moan to fall from Namjoon’s mouth. Jimin works himself down his Daddy’s cock and takes as much as he can, pushing past his reflexes like he’s practiced so often before.

“Fuck baby.. You look so good with your lips around my cock..” Namjoon groans out and runs his hand through Jimin’s hair comfortingly. Jimin hums around the dick and Namjoon swears some more.

“Shit… Baby boy I’m so close.. God your mouth is so fucking good.” the hand in Jimin’s hair tightens up a bit, Jimin keeps bobbing his head around the length. After a bit, Jimin lets up and allows Namjoon to fuck into his mouth. Namjoon keeps a steady pace, rolling his hips and watching his cock disappear into Jimin’s mouth, and before he knows it he’s cumming.

“F-fuck shit Jimin.. Baby…” Namjoon pants and coaxes his sensitive dick out of Jimin’s mouth. Jimin pulls off and swallows, humming in content before he opens his mouth to show his Daddy that he swallowed it all.

“Such a good boy.” Namjoon pulls Jimin into a kiss before moving him so they could cuddle.

“Thank you Daddy~” The smaller lets out a small yawn and Namjoon swears there is nothing cuter.

“Let’s head to bed, yeah? It’s late little prince.” The older speaks softly as he pulls some underwear back on and brings the two under the covers. His small boyfriend nestles close into his chest, and Namjoon swears again that there is nothing cuter.

[yourstrulycallieelizabeth-blog]

Fill in the blanks

3.22.17

credit to @smartgirlasks​

✿ fill in the blanks ✿ basics what’s your name ➔ Callie Elizabeth do you have a nickname ➔ Cal do you have a middle name ➔ Elizabeth do you like your name ➔   I love it! do people often mispronounce your name ➔ Only my last name do you like the meaning of your name ➔ In greek the meaning of Callie is: The most beautiful...I was unaware of that until now but yeah i like it! when is your birthday ➔ August 6th, 1999 how old are you ➔ 17 years old do you like your age ➔ I do enjoy being 17! The only thing I'm not fond of is not being able to get into certain places to listen to live music. what’s your zodiac sign ➔ Leo

appearance what’s your hair color - Blonde is your current hair colour your natural hair colour ➔ Yes do you dye your hair ➔ I dye the ends of my hair a lighter blonde do you have natural highlights ➔ Yes when was the last time you had a haircut ➔ I cut my bangs straight across at 2 A.M. 5 months ago in October. what length is your hair right now ➔ Mid back do you have straight, wavy or curly hair ➔ naturally straight hair but an ugly straight do you have frizzy hair ➔ no do you use a curling iron ➔ yes do you use a hair straightener ➔ every once in a while, yes. do you braid your hair ➔ yes what’s your eye colour ➔ blue do your eyes change color ➔i don't think so

do you wear contacts ➔  sometimes if so, do you use colour contacts or regular contacts ➔ regular do you wear glasses ➔ yes do you have naturally long eyelashes ➔yes do you wear braces ➔ no  do you have dimples ➔one, on my right cheek. do you have moles ➔ one on my the back of my shoulder and one on my chest do you have outstanding cheekbones ➔ yes do you have freckles ➔ i wish but no do you have piercings ➔ just my ears do you have tattoos ➔ no do you wear make up ➔ do you paint your nails ➔ yes do you wear jewelry ➔ i wear my Robert James bracelet everyday are you happy with your height ➔ sometimes i wish i was petite but being tall is cool i guess

personality would you consider yourself outgoing or shy ➔ shy are you sarcastic  ➔ very what’s your biggest fear ➔ someone trying to kill me in a mask and me not being able to tell who it is  are you religious ➔ yes  do you get easily along with people ➔ very easy!! do you cry easily ➔ depends on the situation

school do you go to middle school ➔ no  do you go to high school ➔ no do you go to a private school ➔  no are you home schooled ➔ yes have you graduated from school ➔ not yet what grade are you in ➔ 12th

have you skipped a grade ➔ kindergarten  have you been held back a grade ➔ i almost got held back in 3rd grade because i got really sick and missed 3 weeks of school have you ever failed a class  ➔ my freshman year i had the meanest critical thinking teacher who failed me first quarter but other than that i have always had pretty good grades

have you been sent to the principals office ➔ only because i was a witness and they wanted to hear my side of the story have you skipped school ➔ yes have you cheated on a test ➔yes (if you say no you are lying)

family do you live with your biological parents ➔ one of them do you get along with your parents ➔ yes do you tell your parents everything ➔  my mom, yes. do you have strict parents ➔ no

do you have siblings ➔ yes, i have 7. are you the oldest ➔ out of all the girls, yes. are you in the middle ➔ yes are you the youngest ➔ no are all of your grandparents still alive ➔ my mom and dads parents are all alive but almost all of my great grandparents have passed away.

friendships do you have a best friend ➔ yes do you have more than 10 friends ➔ yes but i only talk to most of the every so often. do you have at least 2 friends you can trust with your life ➔ yes do you have a lot of guy friends, a lot of girl friends or equal girl and guy friends ➔ i have more guy friends do you text with your friends a lot ➔ my best friends, yes.

relationships what’s your relationship status ➔ single have you ever been in love ➔ i think so but I'm not positive do you believe in love at first sight ➔ possibly 

have you ever been in a relationship ➔ not officially but somewhat   have you ever had a secret admirer ➔ no have you ever been asked out on a date ➔ yes have you ever been kissed ➔ yes have you ever made out with someone ➔ no have you ever been cheated on ➔ no have you ever been proposed to ➔ no do you want to get married ➔ yes do you want kids ➔ yes

country where were you born ➔ Manteca, California where do you live right now ➔ Apopa, Florida have you ever been out of the country ➔ yes do you prefer country or city ➔ both! do you like sightseeing ➔ love it! is one or more of your parents from another country ➔ no what places would you like to visit  ➔ everywhere and anywhere!! are you fluent in more than one language ➔ no, i wish! what languages can you speak ➔ english

health do you have any allergies ➔ yes  are you lactose intolerant ➔ I used to be have you had surgery ➔ yes have you had stitches ➔ yes have you broken a bone ➔ yes has someone close to you died of a disease ➔ no do you exercise a lot  ➔ no

experiences have you ever had a near death experience ➔ yes have you ever been on a plane ➔ yes have you ever had an allnighter ➔ yes have you ever been to school/work after a sleepless night ➔ yes, multiple times.  have you ever been in a physical fight ➔ no have you ever been to a wedding ➔ yes, when i was little. have you ever been to a funeral ➔ yes have you ever lived in a different country ➔ no have you ever been drunk ➔ no have you ever been trick or treating ➔ yes have you ever been in a school play ➔ yes have you ever been to a camp ➔ yes have you ever driven a car ➔ yes

skills how many languages are you fluent in ➔ one have you ever read a book in another language ➔ no can you roll your tongue ➔ no can you braid hair ➔ yes can you do a handstand ➔ yes

habits do you crack your knuckles ➔ yes do you bite your nails ➔ yes do you bite your lips ➔ yes

favourites

what’s your favourite movie ➔ Sweet home Alabama, Country strong, Can’t buy me love, Stand by me what’s your favourite tv show ➔ Riverdale, The 100, Nashville, Teen Wolf, The fosters, Freaks and Geeks, One tree hill, 90210 what’s your favourite book ➔ The first half of “Looking for Alaska” what’s your favourite song ➔ currently “sanctuary by Lennon, Maisy and Charles Esten and Thats what I like by Bruno Mars what’s your favourite colour ➔ blush pink, white and light yellow  what’s your favourite animal ➔ horse and giraffe what’s your favourite season ➔ fall and spring

this or that summer or winter ➔ winter

day or night ➔.night

cats or dogs ➔ both rain or shine ➔ both, depending on my mood! coffee or tea ➔ tea reading or writing ➔ writing humorous or serious ➔ both, again depending on my mood.

brown or blue eyes ➔ blue

single or group dates ➔ group  texts or calls ➔ texts because you can keep them forever. driving or walking ➔ driving, i love being in the car!

last

last phone call ➔ Allison last text ➔ Erin  last song you listened to ➔ Not About Angels -Birdy last thing you ate ➔ chicken and rice  last thing you drank ➔ water last purchase ➔ probably gas or food last time you cleaned your room ➔ last week but I'm getting ready to clean it again this coming Friday!