#our parents made us match outfits a LOT

[evilgoodguys]

inspired by an old photograph of me and my sis :]

[vrystalius]

Hello! Trick or treat! May I request what it would be like celebrating Halloween with Douma, as our spouse/boyfriend? You’re such a talented writer and I’m always looking forward to your posts. If not. That’s okay.

Celebrating Halloween with Douma.

It’s one of hisfavourite holidays of the year! Spending it by your side, his favourite and most lovely human was even better!

Pairing: Douma x gn!reader

Douma has always been looking forward to the spooky season— during that time, he can excuse bloodstained carpets and walls as creepy decoration and maybe use some skulls from his collection as props. He has been collecting and maintaining those things for years now, why not give them a use other than being displayed in a boring shelf?

He prepares the whole temple days before the actual Halloween night to lure in some curious children whose parents could be potential new followers, handing out candy personally ( as long the moon is out). He has no real costume, Douma uses the white robed he rarely wears and drapes them over his shoulders, over a white haori with a golden droplets pattern all over it. He is dressed as a godlike deity, as if he isn’t regarded as it already by his followers.

Also, Douma insisted you’d dress up for the children of his cult. Since he isn’t doing anything special, you should be able to put a smile on their faces! He surprisingly has a large closet of costumes. You were searching through it all, finding clothes that matched the ones of his other demon colleagues you saw once. There was also a costume that looked very similar of the person Douma described to be “Yorichi” or something like that. Supposedly a very dangerous and terrible man, but the warm colours of the yukata made you doubt your husband’s words a little. You settled with a simple demon costume, adding some horns and a spiky tail, wearing a black kimono with a blood like pattern. Your husband giggled delightfully at your choice.

“Ah, so you’re cosplaying as me? I’m flattered!”

Although you don’t look anything like him. You were cosplaying his nature, not himself. But you let him live in his bubble and let Douma believe that you were dressed up at his true nature.

Also, another one of his ideas was to throw a large banquet for all his followers. It would uplift their spirits and in return uplift his own, seeing his followers happy makes him feel content as well. You’d think he doesn’t care for them by the way the mutilates and devours them, but he does really care, and it shows. He was responsible for all the planning and received a lot of help from the elders, the cultists were left to do the decorating as they pleased and decorated the halls with pumpkins, children’s doodles and self-made spiderwebs.

Douma actually ended up stealing one of those webs and wrapping himself into those, wanting his outfit to appear a little more costume-y. One of the only things he really craves tonight is the approval of his costume from the children of his cult and being able to finally spend a little more time with you. His “demon-duties” and “friendship activities with some colleagues” (as he calls those things) really hog him away from you from time to time.

On Halloween night, you two were busy painting make-up and temporary tattoos onto his adult and children’s followers. He ended pairing his oh so beautiful eyebrows onto your face only to end up laughing at how ridiculous you look with them. Douma insisted to go collect candy together, hand in hand as some sort of angel and demon duo. Of course, the children were more than willing to give up their precious candy to their even more precious Founder and Leader of the Eternal Paradise cult. Despite him not even able to eat or digest any of the candies, he likes watching you eat and react to their sweet taste.

By the end of the evening, all the followers of his cult gathered together around a large bonfire consisting of old burning wood, wisteria incense and other kinds of herbs. Once lighting it all on fire, the children, adults and elders alike danced around the flames, singing, laughing and chanting for all the evil spirits to leave the temple and to never return.

Some followers even saw Douma tearing up, seemingly touched by the scene of all his followers being so happy and festive, but your husband just whispered into your ear how much the wisteria was burning in his eyes and nose. He sat it through he pain with a large grin and watched the blurry blobs in his eyes circle around the fire, trying to focus the imagine while also trying to heal his eyeballs faster than they could melt from the pest of a flower, while also trying to properly savour the warmth of your arm being wrapped around his own, your head resting on his shoulder.

Everyone had genuine and happy smiles on their faces that night, even the Upper Moon Two. Despite the hellish burning in Douma’s eyes.

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My last post of this event! This has been a lot of fun and I thank everyone of participating and supporting me. I am glad to go back to writing requests, coning up with my own things has been incredibly exhausting for some reason XD Thank you for being patient, I hope to hold this or a similar event again next year during October! Also, thank you for requesting and your kind words, I hope you continue to look forward to my works <33

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!

Take care of yourselves and HAPPY HALLOWEEN <3

[vickytaa]

Special moments"

Summery: You and your boyfriend decided to go on a vacation. Everything was good until..

wc: 3.1k

an: I loved writing this. omg. matterlist

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We have been together for 2 years, living in our apartments, but always having sleepovers. Matt and I have taken several trips with his brothers, but never one with us, and I thought it was time to take a break from them and be alone. It wasn't because I disliked his brothers, in fact, I loved them as if they were my own, I just wanted to have a break with just my boyfriend.

I talked to him about it, and he readily agreed. He also wanted some alone time with me. So, we decided that when fall started, we would go to the country for a week, to a house near a small town, but far enough away to have a beautiful view of the open countryside.

When we decided, we were going to do it, we gathered Nick and Chris in the dining room to let them know we were going to take a week to enjoy the countryside.

“So, Matt and I have decided to take a week off to go to the country just the two of us.” I spoke. “A whole week?” Chris asked a little worried. “Yeah, but don’t worry Chris, you’ll be with Nick.” Matt said, trying to calm him down.

“I’m going to kill myself” Nick said as he rolled his eyes. I looked at Nick seriously to stop joking with Chris. Chris just loved his brother a lot and didn’t really want to be away from him.

“Sorry, I was just joking” he said. “It’s okay. I just wanted to let you guys know, and regarding the videos, we can record two in a week, so I don’t miss one” Matt said. “Yeah, we can talk about that later.”

A few days later,

I was packing my suitcase with my best outfits for the countryside. Since I was little, I have loved the idea of living in the countryside with my husband and children. This was the closest I was to the countryside, and it made me very happy. Matt knew this, that’s why he wanted this trip to be perfect, what he didn’t know was that the simple fact of going with him already made it perfect. After finishing packing my bags, I headed to the door to go to Matt's house, where he would be waiting for me with the truck ready to start the trip.

I arrived and when I knocked on the door, Matt opened it, super excited he placed his lips on mine, with a sweet kiss. “Are you ready?” Matt asked me while looking at him with admiration. I nodded and headed inside to say goodbye to Chris and Nick.

When I approached them, I could see Chris's eyes full of tears, as if he wanted to cry. He ran to me and hugged me tightly. “I love you so much, please take care of yourself and my brother, I don't want anything to happen to you” Chris said without letting go of me and I laughed.

“We'll be fine, don't act like we're leaving forever” I heard Matt say from his room. I moved away a little to hug Nick. “Take care, and when you come back you better tell me everything. I love you” “I love you too”

And with that Matt and I said goodbye and headed to the truck. We got in and set off for the countryside. The trip was going to be long, which is why I had taken the hard work of making a playlist that lasted hours to enjoy it a little more.

During the first hour I couldn’t take my eyes off Matt, how focused and happy he looked. How sexy too. There was pleasure in his eyes. Those blue jeans with the white tank top that let me see his tattooed arm, and that also matched my blue jean shorts and white top.

The moment was beautiful, we didn’t need to say it, we both knew that this was going to be a before and after in our relationship.

A couple of hours passed, and I got tired of listening to music in English, so I decided to put on another playlist that had music that I listened to as a child. And “Me Gusta – Ciro” started playing, it was always my favorite song, since, in addition to reminding me of all those road trips with my parents, I loved its meaning.

So, I started singing along to the music:

“Me gustan tus ojos, tu intensidad” (I like your eyes, your intensity)

“Me gusta que vengas por un trago o más” (I like that you come for a drink or more)

“Me gusta tocarte sin intención, ja” (I like touching you without meaning to, ha)

“Me gusta tu historia de resurrección” (I like your resurrection story)

“Me gusta la curva de tu nariz” (I like the curve of your nose)

“Me gusta escucharte, ser tu aprendiz” (I like hearing you be your apprentice)

And so, I continued singing the song looking at Matt, who looked at me from time to time, while he let his hand rest on my leg.

“La música es aire cuando te vas” (The music is air when you leave)

“Vos para mi” (You for me)

“Yo para vos” (Me for you) Matt started singing

“Puedo sentir una energies tan intense entre los dos” (I can feel such an intense energy between the two of us)

We both sang while my eyes filled with tears of emotion. Matt knew that was my favorite song because on our first date we had talked about our favorite songs and other things. But I didn't know that he had learned it to sing it with me.

The song continued and we both sang, me now looking at him in surprise, because he knew the song very well. When he finished, I paused the next song to speak.

“Wow, I didn’t know you had learned that.” I looked at him in surprise.

“I learn a lot of things because of you, all to see your beautiful smile,” Matt said.

A few hours later we arrived at the little house. It was just like the house I dreamed of when I was little.

Matt began to take the suitcases out of the truck while I stood admiring the landscape. It was a dream, the countryside stretched out along the mountains, covered in an emerald green that stood out with the moonlight along with its stars. The flowers, which despite the low light you could see their vibrant colors bloomed in every corner, filling the clean air with a sweet fragrance.

It was a work of art, something unimaginable. I called Matt to come look at the landscape with me. “Can we stay to see the stars tonight?” I asked while looking at him with eyes full of illusion. “Of course, sweetheart” he said and immediately took a blanket out of his backpack and spread it on the grass.

It was magical, as if time had stopped. There we were, Matt and I lying in the moonlight, admiring the endless stars. Matt slipped his arm under my body and grabbed my waist to hold me closer.

I looked into his eyes as he smiled, a comfortable silence invaded us. No words were needed, we both knew how nice it was to be together under the starry night. It was just the two of us and no one else.

After a while I turned around to see Matt almost asleep, it had been a long day, so I slowly woke him up and walked him to our room. There we cuddled up and fell deeply asleep. It was inevitable, his arms made me feel a security that no one else could.

Next morning

The rays of the sun coming in through the window illuminated the entire room. I gently opened my eyes to find the beautiful face of my boyfriend sleeping. The light coming in really highlighted his beauty. I was enthralled by his figure, unable to take my eyes off him. I stretched out and extended my arms towards him, hugging him gently.

The sound of the birds around singing a melody that seemed to come from a fairy tale ran through my ears, creating a relaxed atmosphere. I slowly raised my hand and stretched my fingers to intertwine them with Matt's hair.

Matt's eyes fluttered open, and he smiled as he woke up next to me. He put his arm around me, pulling me a little closer, if that was even possible. He softly kissed me, taking my face in his cold hands, a simple kiss but full of emotion.

We slowly separated and our eyes met. “I love waking up next to you.” I smiled at his comment, “Me too” I said as my cheeks grew pinker and pinker. “I love this, us, everything. I love you.” The happiness and tranquility he gave me was another level. I couldn't describe the love I felt for him.

Even though I wanted to stay there for hours, I knew Matt had planned a lunch by the lake. He already had several things planned to do, as I said before, he wanted it to be perfect. So, I got out of bed and started preparing breakfast while he continued to rest a little longer.

I watched him walk down the stairs in his pajamas while scrambling eggs. He slid his arms around my waist and hugged me lightly as his head rested on my shoulder. “Good morning sleepyhead,” a small laugh escaped his mouth. “Good morning sweetheart. You look beautiful you know that?” Matt said. I turned to face him and rested my palm on his cheek “I love you gorgeous, this vacation is going to be the best especially since I’m with you.” And with that I gave him a passionate kiss while hugging him by the neck. I could feel a smile forming on his face as he moved his hands down from my waist to my butt. “Matthew” I pulled away to look him seriously in the eyes, and without warning he stood up and rested me on the counter. Several kisses later, I began to smell a strange, burnt smell. I turned my head gently to see the now burnt scrambled eggs on the pan. “Oh no!” I complained as I stood up to grab the pan and show it to Matt with puppy eyes. “It’s okay, we can go to a cafe near here.”

And so, he grabbed me and took me to our room. “I don’t know what I’m going to wear, there are many options” I said as I turned to see him already dressed. “Anything you wear will look good on you” Matt smiled at me. After so much searching I found it, a white mini dress with flowers around it. I grabbed my boots and headed to the bathroom to put on my makeup.

When we left, Matt took me by the legs and went back to take me to the car. Whenever he had the chance, he took the opportunity to carry me everywhere.

We arrived at the cafe, which was a little empty since the town where we stayed was quite small and unpopulated. Matt ordered our coffees, and we went out to tour the place while we had breakfast. It was beautiful, the houses made of wood, very homely, the people, all with outfits that matched the vibes of the place. “Hey, look at this,” Matt said as he pointed his finger at an elderly couple sitting on a bench. “This is us in a few years,” he said. It filled my heart with joy, knowing that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me, just like I did.

Hours passed and, in the afternoon, we returned home to enjoy the countryside. We sat down, talked about our future, things we were passionate about, things that seemed unreal to us, basically everything. We laughed, sharing stories and memories of us on our previous vacations. At one point, looking at the landscape in front of us, all I wanted was to run, to feel free, to have the wind hit my face and move my hair, to have my legs run through the great mountains, to fill myself with the sweet scent of flowers. And so it was, I took Matt's hand and started running all over the place. It seemed like something out of a movie, a dream, but no, this was real life, and I was enjoying it with the love of my life. At one point we got tired, and we lay down on the grass, watching the sun set below the horizon, creating a mix of colors in the sky, orange, red, blue, and violet tones. The world became quieter. Time seemed to stop.

Matt and I always liked to record memories so we could look back on them and remember the good times. So when I turned my head to look at Matt, he was holding the camera with a huge smile, watching me enjoy one of the most beautiful landscapes my eyes had ever seen.

He loved seeing me so happy, so he always wanted to fulfill my dreams, or things I really liked. He always made a list of everything I mentioned, he knew how to listen to me.

He slowly picked me up from the ground and carried me into the house. It had been a beautiful day, and nothing could compare to that. I didn’t want it to end there.

The next morning, we woke up, but neither of us really wanted to get out of bed. “Can we do nothing today?” I asked as our half-closed eyes looked at each other. “Sure honey.” After that he planted a kiss on my forehead and snuggled around my neck. We stayed like that for hours until Matt decided to get up and make breakfast. I followed him down the stairs and when I got to the kitchen I sat at the counter while I watched him cook. He did everything with delicacy and made sure he didn't miss a single detail.

I could stay there watching him for hours. It was mesmerizing, every move done with gentleness while he cooked. I helped him set the table and sat next to him to start enjoying my breakfast/lunch. “It's delicious” I said with my mouth full of food but covering it with my hand. “Thanks” Matt thanked me. “It's good that this isn't burnt like yesterday's breakfast” We started laughing. “It wasn't my fault anyway, I just had more important things to do” I said, not knowing that I had sounded very seductive. “Oh yeah?” Matt asked, trying to play along. I nodded as I slowly approached him, then kissed him. He kissed me back and then I started kissing his entire jaw and then his neck. We were both enjoying being alone.

Then I stepped away and got up from the table to take the dirty dishes to the sink. I could feel Matt’s eyes glued to my ass, although I tried to hide it a little every now and then. “Hey, how about we sit on the couch and watch a movie?” Matt suggested. “Oh, I’d love to. I’m going to go get a blanket.” And so I did, I went to look for a blanket to cover ourselves in the living room closet. When I came back, I saw Matt sitting there looking for a movie to watch. “Anything in particular you want to watch?” “Five feet apart?” I said. “Oh, good horror,” we both laughed. “And how about They’re like kids? To laugh a little.” I nodded and sat next to him, resting my head on his chest while he hugged me around the waist, and with his other hand he caressed my head.

When the movie ended, we were too sleepy to get up and go to bed, so Matt turned off the TV and we both fell asleep in each other’s arms. The next few days were amazing, we didn't have a routine, or plans made, we just did whatever we wanted. And before we knew it, this trip was coming to an end. It had been the best trip I've ever taken in my entire life, simply a memory that would live in my mind for the rest of my life. But it wasn't over yet, there was an unexpected surprise.

The two of them were sitting in the field while watching the beautiful sunset again. “Until I found you” was playing in the car. It was just beautiful. Then suddenly Matt put the camera on record without me noticing and grabbed my arm, lifting me up to hug and kiss me. We were so happy to be together, and it showed. Matt let go of me and looked into my eyes, full of happiness. With no time to waste, Matt pulled a handwritten letter out of his pocket and began to read it.

“Y/n, the moment I met you I knew you were special. In you I found my true home and my deepest soul mate. Your love for my family, your immense dreams, your courage, your empathy, your way of being, your way of loving and everything about you inspires me day by day. You are my ray of light. You are the one who cares about how everyone feels, the one who sees the good in people, the one who sees potential where others see difficulties. This journey with you made me realize how much I love you and I love being with you. That’s why” He pauses to kneel before you “Y/n, I promise to love you every day, and to be there for you whenever you need me. I want to wake up with you every morning and fulfill your dreams no matter how impossible you think they are. I want to make you happy, just like you do every day. And share my life with you until the end.” My eyes couldn’t believe it, this was the moment I had waited for my whole life. “Y/n, will you marry me?” “Yes!” I screamed as I jumped up and down in excitement. Matt put the ring on me and stood up to grab my face and slowly give me a soft, deep kiss.

“And that’s how your dad proposed to me, 10 years ago,” I said.

“Wow, daddy you’re so romantic!” Sara, our 5-year-old daughter. “Yes dad, you’re the best, when I grow up, I want to find someone just as special to me as mommy is to you,” said Tom, Sara’s twin, also 5 years old.

I looked at Matt who smiled at me remembering our happy times. “I think I still have the video,” he said. “I want to watch it daddy!” “Yes! Me too!” both kids said.

We all sat on the couch and watched the video. “Wait, mommy is that our house?” Tom asked. “Yes baby, I’ve always dreamed with living here with my husband and children, and Matt made my dreams come true.”

“I love you Y/n”

“love you more Matt”

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[f1rewr1t3r]

Rq! Mickey and Ian who adopt/foster an angry teenage girl (that’s the only type of person I could ever see Mickey looking after.)

based on this request ☝️☝️

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Summary: When Ian and Mickey’s foster daughter defend them.

Gallovich x Adopted!Daughter!Reader (platonic)

~Mickey and Ian pov~

It was a random Tuesday morning and Ian and Mickey were laying in bed after a very…eventful night. Ian had been thinking about fostering, or even adopting for a few weeks but he didn’t know how Mick would react to it. So he made an appointment with the foster system. An appointment Mickey didn’t know about. “Hey, Mick, cmon we gotta go” Ian said before sitting up and stretching. “The fuck you mean we gotta go, where the fuck we goin,” Mickey asked confused as to where they might have to go. As Ian started getting dressed he said, “I made us an appointment.” Mickey stood up before staying, “The fuck kinda appointment we gotta go to at,” he paused and looked at the clock on the nightstand before continuing, “9 in the fuckin mornin?” Ian sighed, “Just get dressed and I’ll tell you on the way there.” Mickey just sighs and grumbles some curses before getting dressed and following Ian out to the car.

The started driving to the agency office, before Mickey finally asks, “so where the fuck we goin?” getting impatient. Ian hesitates before saying, “We’re headed to the DCFS office.” He says in a hesitant tone. Mickey has a confused look on his face before saying, “the fuckin child and family services place, what in the holy fuck are we going there for?” Ian looks over at Mickey, “Because I think we should foster a kid, I really think we should up our relationship and try having a kid and look it’s just fostering right now so if it doesn’t work out then we’ll know. But I mean you’re great with Franny and I think this could be a good thing for us.” Mickey thinks for a few minutes. “You know what fuck it why the fuck ye ru not, but ain’t raising no my little pony fuck ass kid ok,” he says. Ian laughs, “Mick you couldn’t raise a kid like that even if you tried.”

They pull into the DCFS parking lot and after a few minutes they go in and meet the case worker. She comes out in a typical office outfit and greets Mickey and Ian with a smile and a handshake. “Hi you must be Mr Gallagher and Mr Milkovich,” she said in a sweet tone. “Yes ma’am that’s us,” Ian replied trying to match her tone. “Well it’s lovely to meet you, you can go ahead and follow me to my office.” She says before walking toward her office. Ian and Mickey exchange looks before following her to her office. They sit down adjacent to her when she sits at her desk and puts a few files on her desk. She clears her throat before speaking, “we’ve gone over you both and done background checks and I do understand that you both have a minor criminal record but both of your parole officers have signed off on you both being clean.” Ian and Mickey look at each other with confusion before Ian responds, “any certain reason why you are being so lenient.” He asks hesitantly. The case worker sighs, “look I’m going to be completely honest, we’ve already chosen a child for you. Her name is y/n and she is a heathen. She’s been through 12 different foster homes in just 3 years. Even gone to juvie once-“ Before she could continue Mickey interjects, “what she go to juvie for?” The case worker looks at him before answering his initial question.

“Assault and battery. Her last placement was, I admit, a poor one. Her foster parents were apparently quite abusive and y/n didn’t take kindly to people putting their hands on her. She spent 6 months in juvie and was on parole for the rest of the year.” Mickey nods, “sweet.” Ian immediately looks over at him and nudges him, giving him a stern look. “I-I mean that’s terrible.” Mickey corrects himself. The case worker looks at the two of them before speaking again, “I’ve spoken to the state and we believe her being with someone with a similar… temperament might be better for her. Maybe even call her down a bit. We really just need to get her out of our hair for a while. We do have her here today if you would like to meet her.” Ian and Mickey is a bit taken aback but agree to meeting y/n.

A few minutes later the case worker opens the door to reveal a handcuffed y/n and a husky security guard with a name tag that says Dave. The girl walks over to the chair and raises her wrists, signaling Dave to uncuff her. “Is this really necessary” Ian asks with a chuckle. The case worker chuckles before responding to him, “oh it’s just some precautionary measures due to some…previous incidents.” Mickey slightly laughs at the comment. Dave takes the keys and uncuffs y/n. She plops down on the chair before saying, “Thanks Davey” she feigns a sweet tone before turning serious, “now you and your overweight Oompa Loompa lookin ass can leave.” In that moment Mickey starts laughing hysterically, and Ian has to refrain himself from doing the same. The case worker rubs her temples before muttering, “lord help me.” Dave sighs and says to the girl, “always a pleasure y/n,” before he walks out of the room. The case worker turns to look at the three and says, “I have some other things to tend to, so I will let you three get acquainted. Dave will be just outside the door, should anything go…awry.” She proceeds to shut the door as I slouch back in my chair and look at the two men. We sit there in silence for a second before I speak up, “Sooooooo, are you guys like gay?” Mickey pipes up and says, “well no he is, I just like having another man’s dick in my ass” he points to Ian as he speaks. Ian immediately look at Mickey, “MICK!” I start laughing before sitting up. “No no it’s ok, that’s chill. I was just askin.”

Ian looks at me with a bit of surprise before responding, “yes we’re gay.” I nod slightly, “I fuck with that. So what’s kinda the sitch with me, I guess.” Ian hesitated before looking at his husband then back at me. “Well we would love to foster you if that something that you’d be interested in.” I think for a moment before telling him, “honestly I’m down, I need to get away from this ratchet hoe of a case worker, if you can even call her that. The only thing she works is my last goddamn nerve.” Mickey and Ian take one more look at me then each other before Mickey states, “then I guess we have some paper work to sign.”

Ian and Mickey decide to foster y/n and so they bring her home the next week, everything was going smoothly… until it wasn’t.

Ian was in the middle of his work day when he had gotten a call from the high school. “Hello?” Ian said as he answered the phone. A shrill elderly woman answered back, “is this the guardian of Y/n Y/L/N?” Ian started becoming confused and worried. “Yes I am, is everything ok is she alright?!” He heard the woman sigh before responding to his initial question. “Sir you might want to come down to the school.” And with that he hung up and dashed out to the car and started driving. While he was on his way to the school he called Mickey. “Yo what’s going on.” Is the first thing Mickey said. It was unusual for Ian to just call outta the blue. “I just got a call from the school. Something about y/n.” Ian replied in a worried tone. “Oh fuck ok, I can’t make it to the school in time but I’ll meet you at the house.” Mickey said hurriedly. “Alright bye.” And with that Ian hung up and dashed to the school.

When He arrived at the school, he went to the office and told the secretary that he was here to the see principal about his foster child. She let him in after giving him a visitors pass. He walked into the pristine office where y/n was sitting in a chair outside the room. He immediately walked up to her and kneeled down to her level, “hey are you ok what happened.” All the girl did was pull away from him and he took that as I sign to leave her alone for a second. He walked into the spotless office and approached the desk. The principal stood up and outstretched his hand, signaling Ian to shake it. They shook hands when the principal spoke. “Mr…Gallagher was it?” Ian took a seat on the chairs in front of the desks. “Yes sir. Is everything ok, your secretary didn’t give me much insight as to what is going on.” Ian asked, wanting an answer to some questions he had. The principal sighed as he leaned back. “Mr. Gallagher, I’m afraid y/n is going to have to be suspended for the next 7 school days.” Ian was now not only confused but upset. What did y/n do and why. “May I ask why.” He asked, trying to maintain a calmer tone. “You see, y/n was in the middle of her Algebra 2 class and was talking with another student when she jumped out of her seat and started assaulting the boy. By the time the police officer had come into the room and pulled her off of the boy he was bloodied and bruised. Paramedics were called and he is now in the hospital.” Ian had to take a minute to process the information before he finally found the words to respond. “Well is the boy alright?” “Oh he’s fine, he does have a broken nose and a concussion but I’m afraid the damage might’ve been worse if the officer had not been nearby. Now I must ask you to take your daughter off the premises and we’ll give you a call soon about her assignments that she’ll need to have completed when she returns,” the principal stated.

Ian walked out of the room swiftly, “get up y/n. We’re leaving.” He said annoyed. The girl followed him swiftly and they walked out to the car and proceeded to drive home in silence. As they arrived home Ian tried to talk to her. “Hey what the fuck was that about.” But she continued to ignore him as she tried to walk to her room. Before she could get far, Ian grabbed her arm and spun her toward him, holding her in place by her arms and leaning down to her level. “Hey, talk to me what’s going on. If you’re gonna stay here you need to be upfront with that kinda shit so what! The fuck! Happened!” He tried to reason with her before she look up at him, eyes filled to the brim with tears threatening to topple over. “He-… he was talking about you and mick.” She squeaked out. Trying to maintain her composure. “So you hit him?!” Ian yelled as he tried to understand why she would do something so randomly. “NO! I hit him when he thought it was a good idea to call you and Mickey f@gg0ts!”

She yanked her arms out of Ian’s gasp as she ran to her room and slammed the door. Ian stood there speechless. He decided he would leave her alone and wait for Mickey to get there to see what they should do.

Mickey came home about 5-10 minutes after Ian and y/n did and that’s when Ian filled him in on what happened. She heard muffled sounds from her room and went ahead and started packing her bags. Thinking that they were getting ready to send her back to the DCFS. As she was getting the last of her stuff together she heard a slight knock. Just as she was about to tell whoever it was to fuck off, Mickey came in the room before stopping in his tracks. “Hey the fuck you doin?” He asked quietly as he look at the girl with her bags. “Packin my shit” she said plainly. Mickey knew what she was thinking and sat down on her bed. He patted the side next to him, letting her know it was ok to sit next to him. “Why are you packin your bags?” He asked her. “You gonna send me back ain’t you?” She said obviously. “Why in hell would we do that?” He asked with a slight laugh. “Cause I got in trouble again, people don’t normally want a girl that’s beaten up some bitch.” Mickey can’t contain his laughs as he looks at the girl. “I’ve been in jail for worse.” She looks up at him confusedly, “so you ain’t gonna send me back?” She asks timidly, thinking for sure that she was gone. “No, we aren’t gonna send you back. And after the way you stood up for us, I think it’s best that you stick around.” Her eyes widen at the thought, “you mean like you wanna, ya know?” Mickey smiles. She didn’t want to get her hopes up by saying it out loud. Mickey puts a hand on her shoulder, “yeah, yeah me and Ian wanna adopt you.” She doesn’t have any words she just hugs him and he hesitantly hugs her back. After a minute or two, Ian walks in and clears his throat. The two pull apart immediately, not wanting to be caught being “sappy”. Ian smiles at the two before he tilts his head toward the door, “cmon let’s go get those papers.” Mickey and y/n get up and walk toward the front door before Ian says, “and afterwards we can grab some pizza.” Both y/n and Mickey say simultaneously “OOH PIZZA!” Ian just laughs and they al walk out to the car. The whole car ride to the DCFS office had been filled with jokes and smiles, and she thought, maybe this was where she belonged.

[vmlnrzmp4]

jeon jungkook x reader

non-idol au, humour, fluff, strangers—frenemies—lovers, eventual smut, y/n used, pov's keep switching from jungkook to you(first person.)

proof-read by: @anuverse

read the prologue before proceeding.

"if it wasn't here, i'd be soooo wet."

chapter: one.

kwon y/n

"10,00,000 won," the elderly woman said firmly as she recounted the cash in her hands, occasionally licking her thumb and index finger to count smoothly. "this. to stay away from my son."

"he..." i let out the most heart wrenching sigh, "he was the one who proposed to me first..." taking a tissue, i dab it under my eye as if there were real tears. "he would always take me out and gave me false hope of our marriage and—"

"15,00,000 won," the elderly woman declared.

i repeated the amount in my mind, holding in a smile.

and once again, my mission was successful.

to celebrate this victory, i urged arya out to celebrate. rides, shopping, drinking—you name it.

the fair seemed to be less crowded as arya and i linked hands. our initial plan was the rollercoaster. the first seat was empty, and we made our way towards it.

but oh the horror!

i flinched as a big, heavy backpack—judging by its size—was placed harshly on the seat. i stepped back, arya asking if i was okay.

a guy—dressed in all black, his outfit matching his backpack—stood there. a black mask, an eyebrow piercing, muscles peeking through his tight shirt, and tattoos made me feel like if it was the bedroom, i'd probably be wet. but this was the fair, and anger rushed in my veins.

"oh hello?" i snapped. he looked at me. and i was almost gone. like i thought before. if it was the bedroom, i'd probably be wet. no. a voice argued in my head, "we were here first, actually."

"ah ah ah, it was actually my bag that got here first," he mocked in the same tone.

i took a step forward to him, just to be stopped by arya—who's calm and collected nature wouldn't want me to argue. and for her sake, i backed down.

in contrast to this guy infront of me—was another guy who accompanied him. completely different. not rainbow but neat and classy purple and cream outfit with a white bucket hat. he wore no mask, no smile and yet his presence felt like it could lighten a room with the heart of his lips.

me and arya sat somewhere in the middle of the ride.

"that man, y/n," i looked at arya, "is my ceo," she stated.

for a moment, i was stunned. the tattooed guy with the mask— no! she corrected that the guy beside him was. jung hoseok, she said.

"what? what kind of ceo— oh oh oh..." i trailed off, remembering her telling me about jung hoseok. unlike other ceos, he stood different. approachable.

when the ride was over(it was ass.) my mood, my guestures, it all hinted annoyance. arya noticed ofcourse—she always did—telling me that there's more out there. our checklist put a green tick on the rides. shopping and drinking were yet to be done.

we didn't shop a lot. but enough to walk out of the store with brand new clothes with bags of our old outfits in our hands.

and finally, we stumbled out of the bar. giggling. not fully drunk but not sober either.

"y/n..." arya slurs, "your next target i found—" hiccup "his name...jeon j—"

"arya," i cut her off, "im dropping this."

"what do you mean?"

i hiccuped before confessing. no more dating rich guys for the sole purpose of their wealth and money.

back home in busan, my parents owned the most popular cafe there. sub-divided all over. as much as i wished to take their place, i didn't wanted to leave my one and only friend who'd actually tolerate me.

i had told them i found a stable job at a fancy restaurant here in seoul—a complete lie obviously.

my mind started to clear up when i almost tripped.

dark hair. black mask. black backpack. black clothes. tattoos. piercings. muscles. mhm 'm horny—

it was that guy again. i was sure of it. i never forget the ones who bump into me—quite literally.

"hey. you," the moment was still a bit blur when i found myself grabbing his collar, "if it wasn't here," don't say it y/n, don't— a voice in the back of my head—as if it was a real person—facepalmed. "i would be soooo wet."

[lucy90712]

Hello!Can you make something like "Helping Gavis mother with dinner" at a family dinner?

Thank you♡

WC: 1.4k

Saturday nights usually consist of going to games or watching movies on the sofa with my boyfriend Pablo but this evening we actually have plans as his family invited me to have dinner with them. Pablo goes to have dinner with his family when he can but he always goes alone but tonight I'm going with him for the first time. Most people would probably be nervous in this situation and I am a bit but for the most part I'm actually quite excited. I have met Pablo's family loads of times and get along with them really well so I don't need to worry about trying to impress them as we are past that stage. 

As much as I no longer feel the need to do everything to impress his family I still wanted to be a good guest so while Pablo was at training I went out and brought a bottle of wine for them which I hope they will like as I know nothing about wine. Pablo told me I didn't need to get anything but I wanted to as I would have felt bad if I went empty handed. By the time Pablo got home I was starting to get a bit more nervous as I had lots of time to think about tonight but luckily he distracted me by dragging me upstairs to get ready. Pablo wanted me to help him decide what to wear which he never lets me do so he must have sensed that I was getting nervous and wanted to distract me. Seeing as I had the chance I made him wear the outfit I love the most on him and it happens to match what I was planning to wear. When we were both ready Pablo actually suggested we take some pictures together which I would never say no to so I took a few pictures in the mirror before we left. 

Since Pablo recently got his drivers license he has been wanting to drive me everywhere as I used to have to drive him. At first it was scary having him drive me but he's actually a good driver so I'm a bit more relaxed now. Pablo's hand was on my knee tapping along to the music that was playing which made me smile as I love when Pablo does little things like that without realising. At some point he realised what he was doing and took his hand off my knee to grab my hand instead which he squeezed to reassure me as we got closer to his parents place. 

When we arrived Pablo parked the car and ran around to my side of the car to open the door for me which always makes me laugh as I could easily do it myself in the time it takes him to run around the car but he insists on opening my door for me. We walked up to the door together and Pablo rang the doorbell before going inside to let his family know we had arrived. They came right over to greet us so I gave his parents the wine before giving them a hug along with Aurora who I was happy to see as it's been a while since we last saw each other. We all went inside and sat down to catch up on the last few weeks which have been very busy for both me and Pablo with the end of the season and exams. 

After catching up for a while Pablo's mum went to go and start dinner and I joined her after saying I would help. I love to cook and am always wanting to learn new recipes so I was more than happy to help with dinner plus it gives me some  time to talk more with Pablo's mum. To begin with we found all the ingredients and she told me what we were making and it was a dish my mum used to make all the time when I lived at home. That started a conversation as we were able to talk about recipes we have learnt from our parents and how nothing is better than a home cooked meal from your parents as it's never the same when you do it yourself. From there the conversation evolved into talking about our favourite memories and I really felt like I was getting to know Belen better. We have talked many times but I don't feel like we have ever really got to know each other on a deeper level and I want to do that as I very much plan to stick around for a long time. 

"What's one day you will always remember?" Belen asked while we cut vegetables together 

"Oh gosh there's so many especially from my childhood but I'd say that they day Pablo asked me to be his girlfriend is up there" I said 

"I don't think he's ever told me about that day" Belen said 

"Well we'd been talking for a while and been on a few casual dates and he asked me on another date which I expected to be like the rest but when I got to his house he greeted me at the door with some roses and he'd set up a really romantic dinner with candles everywhere and then after dinner we sat outside together where he asked me to be his girlfriend" I reminisced 

"That's very sweet Pablo must have really loved you from the start as he never put that much effort in when he liked girls before you" she said 

"Since we started dating he's been very good about putting in enough effort sometimes he puts me to shame with the little things he does for me" I said 

"I'm glad to know I raised him well" Belen laughed 

"You definitely did he's a great guy" I said 

"Your parents raised you well too you are a very lovely girl" she said 

"Thank you that's sweet of you to say" I said 

"I really mean it when Pablo first brought you here I knew straight away that he found a good one I always worried he'd fall for someone who was only interested in him for his career but when you arrived it was obvious that you weren't like that and now I hope he never lets you go you are like a second daughter to me" she admitted 

Hearing Belen say that made me so happy as I knew his family liked me but to actually hear that she thinks of me of a second daughter is such a relief. I always wanted to make a good impression on his family as I know that with Pablo being a footballer they would scrutinise any girl he dated more than most people would and I wanted to show that I really do love their son for who he is as a person. We kept talking as we made dinner and the smile on my face only got bigger the more Belen complimented me. 

The two of us were having a lovely time bonding until Pablo came in and hindered my ability to cook as he wrapped his arms around mine. I turned around as much as possible to give him a quick kiss which made him let go of my arms and just stand next to me instead. He wanted to know what we had been talking about so his mum told him about our conversation and of course Pablo started to talk about how much he loved me which made me blush even more than I already was. It's nice to feel loved and appreciated but I always get shy when people compliment me which Pablo knows but he kept going as he likes to see me blush. To make him stop I had to get him to help me with the sauce I was making as then he had something else to pay attention to. 

It wasn't much longer before dinner was ready and everyone was sat at the table to enjoy the meal. Everyone was talking in between mouthfuls but I was just sat quietly with one of Pablo’s hands on my thigh thinking. I was thinking about how I can’t wait to have many more family dinners like this with Pablo’s family in the future. I have truly found a second family that I feel completely comfortable with and I want to enjoy for as long as Pablo wants me around which I hope is for a very long time if not forever. 

[momoyukirin]

Momo's "An Idol's Daily Life" Rabbitchat Part 4

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

A parent's treasure

Momo: Maneko-chan, help me!* \"(о°Д°о)/"

Tsumugi: Thank you for your hard work, Momo-san!

Tsumugi: Is something wrong!?

Momo: Well, I'm looking for a restaurant to have healthy but tasty lunch, you wouldn't have any recommendations, would you?

Tsumugi: In that case, there are a lot to choose from!

Momo: 。*:◦ ☆\(*'∀'*)/☆◦ :。*。

Momo: That's our* Maneko-chan! I knew I could rely on you! \"(*゜∀゜*)ノ

Tsumugi:

Tsumugi: For reference, can I ask what kind of atmosphere you're looking for?

Momo: Something that girls would like I guess? My sis and I planned to go buy a present for our parents' wedding anniversary, so we've been talking about getting lunch while we're at it!

Momo: She's been conscious of calories since her wedding's coming up and all, so she's looking for a healthy place to eat (; •`～ • ΄ )

Tsumugi: I see! Then, I shall gather a few restaurant recommendations where you won't risk getting recognised and send them to you!

Momo: Thanks! \(* ΄ ∀ `)/\( ΄ ∀ ` *)ノ

Option 1:

Tsumugi: What gift do you plan to get for your parents?

Momo: Our parents are very close and like using matching things, so a couple outfit would be nice!( 。•_•。)人( 。•_•。) My sis and I have a few options in mind, but we mostly circle back to 'well, they already have that', so it's really difficult.

Option 2:

Tsumugi: Do you often go out with your sister?

Momo: It's been a while since the last time! Our schedules don't really match (;∀;) Though it doesn't feel like it, since we rabbitchat a lot! Yuki often tells me how nice it is that we're so close \(•΄ε`•)ノ

Option 3:

Tsumugi: Do you celebrate your parents' anniversary every year?

Momo: Momo-chan's the type who cherishes anniversaries after all ☆*:.｡.o(≧▽≦)o...:*☆ It'd be hard to get the whole family together without opportunities like these!

Momo: We have to give it our all since it's such an important day (。+•`ω•΄)stern✩

Tsumugi: I hope your parents like the present!

Tsumugi:

Momo: I'm also thinking of writing a letter this year, for the first time in a long while.

Tsumugi: Wow! That's nice!

Tsumugi: I remember that a long time ago, when I gave my father a "Thank you for everything" letter on Father's day, he was also really happy!

Momo: Parents will really treasure anything you give them when you're little, you know?

Momo:

Tsumugi: However, it seems that when he gets drunk at drinking parties, he talks about the letter even to this day, to the point where Banri-san can recite the contents by heart.. ＞＜

Momo: That's so embarrassing www

Tsumugi:

Momo: But it made Otoharu-san so happy, he can't help bragging about it (*΄艸`)

Momo: Our parents have kept the drawings and origami we gave them when we were little too!

Momo: Even though they were just messy crayon drawings at the back of some leaflet and the colors are all mixed up too ww

Tsumugi: Despite being embarrassing, it's nice knowing that they treasure them so much.

Momo: Right? (P∀`q*)sparkle

Momo says this in English (ヘルプミー!）which doesn't change much but I just thought it's adorable lol

Momo uses "sasuga"(as expected"). The "our" bit adds extra nuance, but all else sounded too stiff so i decided to go with it and just explain it here

Momo uses キリッ and テル next to the emoticons to describe the way they look/feel.

[cosmiclion]

Hi, fren! Since O!Ciel is still old enough to remember his human parents in your Kuro familiar AU, this might be a silly question…but (due to the way child logic sometimes works) does he ever assume that he’ll develop demonic traits since Seb is his guardian now (i.e. asking his parent when his own fangs/claws/red glowy eyes will come in)? Or try to paint his nails black so that he’s matching with his dad/mum?

Hello fren! You know, I had never considered this, but your question actually made me think about it 🤔 While I'm no expert on how children's minds works, I've had my fair share of interactions with small kids, plus I was a small kid myself once and I remember what it was like, and BOY did I have a wild imagination. Like, to give just one example, when I was that age I used to think a "life insurance" was some kind of magic spell which prevented you from dying 😂 If our Phantomhive babey isn't much different from other average kids his age, then I don't think it's much of a stretch to assume his young mind would come to a "Sebastian is my parent now, therefore I'm their child, they're a demon, therefore I'm probably gonna turn into a demon myself" conclusion, especially if we keep in mind the influence of factors like living in a world where magic is very real, Sebas looking like Vincent and thus looking very familiar to him, etc. He probably even heard some people at some point comment that often adopted kids end up taking after their guardians in a lot of ways even if they aren't related by blood and he took it literally, bless his heart 😭 (I know I would've come to a similar conclusion at that age so again, not very unrealistic lmao). Sebas then has to sit down and patiently explain to him that no, he won't develop cool demon powers, and assure him that he's still special in his own way 🥺

About the nails, oh yeah he definitely does that 🤭 I already headcanon him as pretty gnc and kind of a fashionist (I mean, that's also not much of a stretch considering how he dresses in canon, like even if it wasn't intentional... Yana your character looks gnc as fuck) and in this AU I love the idea of him having a fascination with Sebas's genderfuckery and wanting to match them. It all starts with him shily asking his demon to paint his nails so that he can at least pretend to be a cool pretty demon, then as he gets older he develops a liking to high heeled footwear and starts wearing more elaborate outfits (Nina Hopkins couldn't be happier, finally a male client who isn't awfully boring!).

Bonus a sketch because you inspired me 🙈

[aajjks]

i knooow but things will get better. i promise 🥹

mommy issues!JK

you knew this day would come yet it arrived a lot sooner than you thought it would. it wasn’t something gently told to seol, it was sudden. forced. and nara had every intention on telling little seol the truth. she casted a cloud over everyone’s head, including yours because now that seol knows the truth he probably looks at you a lot differently for playing along to the lie.

even if it was a lie, it felt real. the time when you all wore matching denim outfits and went to the skating rink together, it made you realize that this could be something. there is something there, a connection pulling the three of you together that you’ve actively ignored despite the signs being so obvious.

to hear jungkook blame himself for his son’s spiral breaks your heart. maybe he’s right, he shouldn’t have convinced his son that you’re his biological mother, however, it doesn’t discredit his fatherhood. you admire the relationship jungkook shares with his son since single father’s are often overlooked. you can’t, you won’t let him discredit his role for being the best father to seol and you refuse to let nara tear down their happy home.

you said it before, you can’t stand it when people hurt children and when jungkook tells you that chaeyoung was responsible for nara knowing about the kiss at the aquarium it’s safe to say that you and chaeyoung are officially done.

“listen, it’s not your fault. it’s their fault. THEY are doing this to…they’re doing this to keep us apart, jungkook. we can’t let them tear us apart. i…” you bite your lip: just say it!

“fuck…i like you, okay? like..a lot. you’re so sweet and kind to me. seeing your face makes me really happy and i absolutely love seol. you’re such a good dad, jungkook. no, you’re an amazing dad. seol loves and admires you so much. he needs you. besides spider-man, he wants to be just like you when he grows up. sure, you made a mistake but who said parenting was easy? who said you’re supposed to be perfect? i like imperfect you and i don’t give a single fuck about what nara or chaeyoung thinks. so let’s get back at these bitches. let’s do it for seol”

~🫧

Jungkooks heart flutters and his dick twitches and when he hears your voice over the phone, whatever you say, his blood rushes straight to his dick.

Your confession is- it’s everything in his wildest dream, Jungkook hears you out eagerly, way too eagerly as he holds the phone tightly.

He doesn’t notice, but soon he’s outside seol’s bedroom, “y-yn fuck- oh my God, I didn’t know that you felt this way towards me….” Jungkook confesses, a cigarette between his lips.

“I-I… how will we get back at them? Y-Your job?” His biggest concern is your job if he wasn’t scared of you losing it? Things would be really different right now.

“ you could come and see us..: right now if you want…. Fuck…. I never thought that you understand you know.” Jungkook breathes out, his breath hitching in his throat.

“Seol was having the worst fever after I picked him up from the school so I took him to the hospital and now he’s sleeping peacefully…”

The world suddenly feels so colorful now, all the gray haze suddenly washes away, “yn-I like you a lot too… is our date still on? Please say yes.”

[katierosedreams2]

Im not a sissy…5

The school year has just flown by! It felt like just yesterday when I was dressed in my latex maid outfit, covered in cum, getting locked into my new ultra-micro chastity cage. I can hardly remember the crazy year we have had. So many parties! So many cocks! I can’t even clearly remember them all. And I’ve almost completely forgotten what it was like to not be a sissy slut. It feels more like it was a movie I had watched once rather than my own previous life.

If I really think back to when I was a child, I feel more like I was a girl dressed like a boy, rather than an actual boy. It’s weird how that works. Today I woke up excited, It was the end of the school year and Kailey and we had both finished our finals! Even though we partied and snuck into so many bars, we also studied a lot. That was one of the conditions of her parents for us to live in their apartment. We must get good grades. I always felt busy. Between getting ready for each day, studying, partying and cleaning the house, I had almost no free time anymore. 

Today I got up and walked to the bathroom to pee. I slept naked last night. The weather had been perfect to keep the windows open, but not too hot to need to run the AC. I saw my reflection in the mirror as I entered and saw my thin girly body with this small metal thing. Looking down, it was perfectly flat from my view. I looked so feminine. I also looked so skinny! Kailey has had me on a very very strict diet recently. I swear it’s been mostly water, booze, and cum! What has my life become? 

I started the shower and got in to shave and wash my long blond hair. It takes so long to shower, so so many products to make me pretty. But I guess it’s worth it. I do feel pretty! I got out and dyed off with our big, soft, fluffy towels. I then spent a long time drying my hair and then doing my makeup.  I knew I was going to put my hair up in a pony tail and I wanted a more natural look for my makeup. Lots of mascara and natural colored eye shadow, and not too dramatic either. I put my hair in a high ponytail and went to pick out my outfit. It’s going to be an exciting day, a nice day for a party to kick off summer. 

I picked out this super cute black vinyl bikini set and a matching skirt as a cover up and paired it with a pair of Pleaser 6 inch strap heels, also black in color, of course. I laid them out carefully on my perfectly made bed. I then put on one of my maid's uniforms. A short sleeveless dress maid of satin. I slipped into some black pumps and left my room to go start Kaileys coffee as I do every morning. 

She was already up and sitting on the couch watching tv and shopping on her phone. Her make-up and hair were already done to perfection but she was still in her pjs. Pink satin short shorts and a small white tank top. “Good morning girl! How are you doing today!” I called to her from the kitchen as I made us both a cup of coffee. “Hey sissy girl! Wow, you look so cute! Are you excited for today?” She replied as she turned to see me. 

“I’m very excited! Although I have no idea who you have invited!” I spoke as I worked, knowing my time to finish my chores and get ready was very short. “Oh don’t worry, I think you’ll really enjoy our guest!” As Kailey spoke I could hear her smile in her voice. 

I’ve come to learn exactly what she meant. This was going to be a sex party. And with all of this studying we have been doing the last few weeks, I haven’t even had time to even think about sucking a real cock, let alone have one actually rammed down my throat. I could feel the thought making my little clitty leak in its cage. I can’t believe I’m actually excited about this. Excited to suck and gage on a superior dick! To get fucked by men with big thick massive cocks! And get filled and covered in cum! I can’t believe I’ve just become so incredibly horny and desperate that being used to please a real man gives me enough pleasure alone to make me cum!

I’ve only came twice since Kailey locked me in my new chastity. Although the last time nothing really came out at all. I just leaked some clear fluid. I think between the tightness of my chastity cutting off almost all cerculation to my tiny testicals and the hormones I’ve been taking have ruined me for good. I truly just get wet now, and I cum just like the sissy girl I have been forced to become. 

I swayed my hips seductively as my heels clicked against the floor to hand Kailey her coffee. I don't really walk any other way these days. The thought of sucking cock still on my mind. “Thanks Rose! You’re a wonderful sissy girl! Oh and when you make my bed, can you please change the sheets first. I finally had time to use my favorite dildo last night and I can’t believe it but I ended up squirting all over my bed! I pasted out shortly afterward from the incredible orgasm, so I wasn’t able to do it myself!” 

“Lucky you! I still haven’t cum since that club we went to downtown and those four guys took us into that back room.” I said without thinking much about it as I walked away. We both know she’s cum almost every single day I’ve been in chastity. “Oh well I’m sorry to hear that sweetie. You just need more dick I guess!” I could tell she wasn’t actually sorry for me. I know she loves my horny misery. It really seems to turn her on when I’m desperate and denied. 

I’ve gotten so used to this, and have found myself truly giving in, all of my will power crushed, excepting my life as it is. I couldn’t help but agree with her. “I know right!” I spoke almost absent-minded as I walked off to her room to change her sheets. I stripped the dirty sheets off of her bed and I thought back as to how I got here. With Trent forcing me to become a sissy and now Kailey keeping me this way. I can’t even remember what it was like to wear boy's clothes or even leave the house without makeup. The thought frightened me. Leave the house without makeup! Oh god, I don’t think I could ever do that! 

These girly thoughts didn’t scare me. I actually felt comforted by them. As I worked, my mind wondered, and by the time I finished changing the sheets and had the old ones in the wash, my mind was on boys. How many guys were coming over today? How big would their cocks be? How much would they cum? My mind was fixated on them. I’ve come to learn that pleasing a real man's dick is the only way I can get any pleaser myself. 

“You’re thinking about sucking cock aren’t you?!” Kailey shouted from behind. I didn’t know she was there and I literally jumped from surprise! Also, how did she know?? “What?! No.” I hardly got out, not even convincing myself. 

“Ha! You are! I knew it!” Kailey was overjoyed with this fact. “How did you know?” I didn’t even try to fight it. It didn’t even seem worth it. “You start moving extra seductively and you have this cute little smile and this sparkle in your eyes.” She said with this big pretty smile on her face. “It’s super cute! I love seeing just how much you have grown!” 

I could only blush. I felt complimented and proud by what she was saying. I knew I should fight this, but too much of me wanted this. And my wet panties were just another sign of this fact. 

I worked quickly on my chores with the time the party was to start rapidly approaching. We were going to have the party on our very large patio. I worked my butt off making sure everything was perfect, clean, and that there were plenty of snacks and drinks. I was changing out of my maid uniform and into my outfit for the party as I heard a knock at the door, shortly followed by the clicking of Kailys heels to answer it. I could hear her greet the guests and welcome them in. The deep voices of a large group of men filled the halls and I couldn’t help but feel aroused. I have been so horny and I truly have been opening up to accept myself as the slut I have become.

I checked my outfit and hair in the mirror, quickly applied more lipgloss and then rushed out of my room to see our guests! As I turned the corner, I saw 5 guys all standing around Kailey. The shortest of them probably being 6 feet, but most well above that. Even in her heels Kailey was dwarfed by the strong, tall, masculine men. 

There was just enough time for the men to notice me when another knock on the door came. Since I was closest, I’d answer the door. “Hey guys! Thanks for coming! I’ll be right back, I’ll just go get the door!” I said, not even trying to hide my excitement and arousal. I walked as seductively as I could, hoping I was sexy enough to keep all of them staring at my very perky ass. 

I opened the door to a very large group of very tall strong men mixed in with them were some of our girl friends dressed just as sexy and slutty as Kailey and I. “Hey every one! Come in, let’s party!” A wave of cheers was yelled back as a response from the group. The mixture of the men's deep voices talking and the clicking of the girls high heels filled our house instantly. Most men weren’t wearing much, short board shorts an a tank top at most. I could tell none of them were wearing underwear and I couldn’t help but stare at every guy and just be amazed and aroused by how big each one’s dick was! They were completely massive! 

Kailey and I somehow got the large group of people to head outside on to our patio. The weather was warm, but not hot. Our very large hot tube was on a cool setting, so it would be refreshing. The music was good, and the booze was flowing. Before long, all of us girls were grinding and dancing with several guys each. 

I was grinding my ass against a guy's huge cock. He grabbed my hips, forcing me against him, guiding my movements as my vinyl skirt slipped smoothly over his shorts, making his dick throb with every movement. The guy in front of me held my head as he stuck his tongue down my throat, keeping me from escaping his kisses. My hands couldn’t push them away either, as they were both busy rubbing the cocks over top the shorts of the men on either sides of me. I was trapped by these real men, already being used as their plaything, and my little clitty trapped in its cage leaked more than it had in some time. If erections were even possible for me, which they aren’t, I’d be as hard as a rock. 

I was in heaven. I lost track of everything else going on around me other than these four horny men making me feel so small and girly. I haven’t done a single thing to a girl that anyone of these real men are doing to me. I never will. I am a failure as a man. I am a weak sissy girl. A slutty sissy faggot, and the thought couldn’t have turned me on more. I let out a loud moan as I made out with the giant of a man. And as my ass rubbed against the cock desperately trying to turn it on so much that he finally disregards my consent and fuck me so hard. I can’t stand it, my hands frantically finding the waistbands of the shorts of both the guys on my sides. My pretty manicured finger tips gently and seductively pulling down their shorts and wrapping around their huge dicks. They gently rubbed up and down the large hard shafts. The guy behind me saw this and finally got the message. 

“Get this horny little slut over there!” I heard him yell out to the other men. He then grabbed me by my hips and picked me up. The two on my side both grabbed my hands and the guy I was kissing grabbed the hair on the back of my head. They carried me like a little sex doll over to one of the small tables we had. They pinned me down on my stomach. My high heels hardly on the ground, leaving my ass sticking out in the air. As they pinned me down, the guy in front of me threw his shorts down and just as my head hung off the other side of the small table, his massive cock approached my mouth. I eagerly opened my mouth to accept one of the most perfect dicks I'd ever seen. Excited I was going to be used for his pleaser and the pleaser of all the other men. I immediately gagged by it’s huge size as he wasted no time shoving it all the way down my whole throat in one forceful motion. He wasn’t going to wait for me to warm up and I felt his balls slap against my chin from the force and depth of his first thrust. Setting the tone as to how this was going to go.

The two men on my side also wasted no time in redirecting my hands to both of their cocks, forcing me to jerk both of them off. The man behind me also didn’t wait for any consent and pulled up my skirt, pulling my biking bottoms to the side and stuck his raw cock in my tight little asshole as he pinned me down by the small of my back. I had snuck some lube up there right before the party. I had learned from way too many past experiences to come prepared to make men cum. He was so thick though, it felt like I might split in half. And I did my best to try and relax and ignore the pain, but that happening at the same time as the guy shoving his cock down my throat, it was hard to do. He didn’t care though and followed the exact same aggressive approach as the guy in front of me. Forcing it deep inside of me.

All I could do was moan and gag from the pain. I could hardly stand it! I was totally helpless, I was too weak, girly, and pathetic to stop these real men from using me like a slutty sex doll. As much as it hurt, the reality of the gang rape I was being forced to be subjected to was such a turn on. I was leaking so much in my tiny micro chastity, desperate to be used by these men and hoping I could cum as a result of being their cock slave. Maybe their cum can fill my tight little ass as it overfills my mouth and rains all over me. Maybe then I could finally cum.

I was struggling to breathe from the huge thick cock fucking my face, filling up half of my whole throat. Tears rolled down my cheeks and I desperately gasped for air when I could. He didn’t care, he wanted to skull fuck me and he was going to. It was hard to focus on the two huge cocks I was jerk off, but every time I slowed down they had no problem grabbing my small little wrist and forcing me to move at the pace they wanted. Struggling to breathe helped keep my mind off the pain from the intense ass fucking I was getting. They didn’t want to be gentle and were putting me through the roughest fucking I have ever had.

I still tried my hardest to please and worship their big strong long thick dicks. This is all about their pleaser and I wanted them to feel so good. I wanted to make these real superior men cum, cum all over me and fill me up. I’m there cum slut and I’m desperate for it! 

Eventually, I was able to relax enough to get into their rhythm. I felt the guy behind me pounding my g spot over and over again, working me closer to an orgasm. But the taste and feel of the big cock fucking my mouth was what was getting me closest. I don’t know why, but since I’ve been locked in chastity, most of the orgasms I’ve had are just from sucking dick. I’ve even had one just from practicing my blowjobs on my dildo. 

Then I felt it, the cock in my right hand twitch and throb, the man grunted “don’t you dare stop slut!” As I felt him cum, it squirting over my arm, and then on to my back. As he moaned a masculine moan, the man on my left also started to cum and moan. I focused all I could on keeping my rhythm the same for both of them as my small pretty feminine hands stroked the cum out of these cocks. Jerking them off, rubbing up and down, something my micro cock hasn’t experienced in years and never will again. 

The guy behind me then picked up his pace, his breathing got heavier and his massive penis thrusting as deep as it could go. His balls slapping me with such force it stung.  Then he throbbed so intensely and I felt his cum fill my ass. He kept thrusting over and over and I felt his cum starting to run down my legs. 

As he continued to pound my ass, the perfect dick that had been distorting my throat finally started to throb. He finally pulled it all the way out of my throat but just enough to keep his head in my mouth and shot more cum into my mouth than I had ever experienced. I tried to swallow it but I couldn't swallow fast enough. It shot out of my nose and the sides of my mouth. Dribbling down my chin. He slowly pumped the head of his cock back and forth in my mouth, messaging his tip with my tongue.  

The guy behind me finally pulled out and shot more cum on my ass. The large flood of cum he pumped into me spilled down my legs from my gaping hole. I was so close to cumming, so desperate, but I wasn’t able to. In my hopeless desperation I wiggled my ass, begging to be fucked more. 

Finally, as the last cock left my body, freeing my mouth, I gasped for air. I have no idea how long that happened for, or what anyone else was doing during that whole time. I looked up at the tall sexy man whose incredible dick I was sucking. “Thank you so much daddy!” I said without even thinking. He looked down at my cum covered face and said “Thats right you little sissy slut, your lucky to worship my dick. Beg daddy to suck his cock more.” I blushed and smiled “May I please suck your cock more daddy?” Fluttering my long lashes.

“You have to earn it bitch. You have to go on a date with me.” His large authoritative voice 

so manly compared to mine. “What if I don’t want to?” I playfully flirted back, but secretly upset that he would immediately deny me. 

“That wasn’t a question, slut! It was a command sissy girl.” He said in his strong voice as he grabbed my cum coved hand and wrapped it around his still hard cock and forced me to gently stroke it. 

“What do you say faggot?” He’s demanding questioning tone frightened and aroused me. I jerked him off and said, “Please daddy, I want to worship your cock. May I please go out with you?!” I tried to sound as girly and sexy as I possibly could. 

“Tell me how desperate you are for it. Tell me what a slut you are and how desperate you are.” He looked so strong, tall, and sexy and his commands combined with rubbing his cock, the taste and smell of his cum still in my mouth turned me on more and more. I felt an orgasm building up.

"Please daddy! Please, I’m a pathetic little sissy slut. I’m desperate to worship your cock and get your cum! Please let me please your dick! I'll be your perfect little cock slave! I want your dick!..” I was so desperate I was almost crying now. As I rubbed his dick, and verbally degraded myself, it finally happened, I came. It was so obvious because I stopped mid sentence, all I could do was moan and buck my ass like I was getting fucked while it happened. Still jerking off his cock as though each strok was making me cum more. 

As soon as I finished, he grabbed me by my hair, forcing my face to look at him through my blurred vision. He said, “Now you may go on a date with me to worship my cock sissy. Now lick that cum off of you!” He then let go of my hair and walked away. I was left there all alone, covered in cum, and in a cloud of uforia. My heart and mind raced. I haven’t been on a date since I was with Trent! Oh my god, do I like this guy?! I didn’t want to think about that now.

Finally, after I regained my strength, I got up and started to do as I was told. I started licking my whole body clean of cum. This is when I noticed that everyone else also fucked each other and were all just about finished as well. Kailey snapped a photo of me as I licked my fingers clean. 

She then walked over to me, she too was covered in cum. “Hey slut! I heard you had fun, so much fun that you’re going on a date with Mason!” I just blushed “He told me you begged to worship his dick so badly it finally made you came just from that!! How pathetic! You really are a cock slave sissy girl!” She laughed in her cute little laugh. “Here post this super cute pic of you licking his cum! You look so sexy but there’s defiantly something missing, right about here.” She then grabbed my bikini top. “We need to get this little girl some boobs!”

-Katierosedreams Og Cap

[livealittleoc-cb]

✦ for a sexcanon about our muses 

✎ for a headcanon about our muses domestic life

♡ for a drabble about what made my muse realize they’re in love with yours

@obsession-cb Hwa🖤 for Loki 💚🐍

✦ for a sexcanon about our muses

⭐️: I headcanon these two as experimentalists~ I can see them trying literally everything together, new positions, different kinks, different places~ Everything~ Loki is open to everything and can be top or bottom, in control or give up all control and he’s flexible so whatever Hwa wants to try he’s open to it completely 🥰

✎ for a headcanon about our muses domestic life

⭐️: Lots of together and quality time~ I feel like Loki would even bring Hwa with him to work-. 🤣 They can’t get enough of each other and will shut off the outside world and live in their own bubble, lots of dates and lots of matching outfits~ Maybe a bit of Loki trying to make Hwa jealous just to get some more attention 🫣 you didn’t hear that from me though

♡ for a drabble about what made my muse realize they’re in love with yours

Turning 22 didn’t seem as big of a hype as people made it sound but that might be because Loki decided to spend it alone for most of the day. Did he want to? Not necessarily. Was he used to it though? Yes. It was a running thing growing up, Loki’s mum was a single mum trying to take care of 3 kids, half siblings he didn’t necessarily get along with since he was always so…different to them but he never blamed his mum. His dad was a different story, he never visited, he was never around and when his parents split it was worse.

Alone time was his thing, something he lived with and didn’t know anything else. Well until he met Seonghwa. He had a long day of pampering himself at the hotel’s spa, shopping down town and getting his nails done. He had given himself a nice bath and stepped out in a robe towel drying his hair. He squeaked and jumped when he saw the tall man sitting on a table cake and some candles lit. “I- how did you get in here?”

“I have my ways.~” Hwa smiled walking over to him and hugging him, Loki hugging him back and laid his head on his shoulder. The god playfully rolled their eyes at the answer but didn’t say anything else on the matter.

“What’s with the cake and stuff?” He asked eyeing it a little and pulling away.

“It’s your birthday and I…just wanted to do something nice…and well…” He took the other’s hand looking into his green eyes. “Will you be my boyfriend.” Loki looked surprised, he felt…emotional. He wasn’t good at this mushy romance stuff, never was. So his answer might have not been what Hwa was expecting but it was definitely a Loki kind of answer.

“Of course I will but…you should have let me change!” He whined dramatically pouting as he looked at the man. “I’m in a robe with this handsome man in front of me and fancy cake and candles! I look like a mess!” He whined more while Hwa rolled his eyes but smiled the smallest smile, pulling him closer.

“You look perfect love.” He pressed a kiss to his forehead and Loki smiled. A genuine one. Not a cocky or smug smile. Completely genuine. He loved this man with his whole heart, he really did. He finally found someone he could love and he would never ask for anything more.

[drowsyr]

hiii friend anon back again with some Thoughts on steve and robin!!

last night my best friend and i talked about nothing and everything on a phone call for nearly 3 hours even though we both have cars and live 10 minutes away from each other. we have a spotify blend and i think in a modern au steve and robin would have one that's 95+% compatible!

robin definitely makes those wool/thread bracelet things on slow days at family video and puts them all on steve; later when steve's bored he unravels them so she can start again :)

steve and robin discuss getting hair changes to sort of make a new chapter of their lives; they end up shittily box dying their hair in streaks in robin's bathroom one day

steve's hair they make pink and robin's is green. later on when they have matching crises about gender and their lack thereof, they go "well! this sucks, we just dyed our hair and now we forgot to cut and style it first." so the next day they go to a proper salon and get it cut-and-styled and they redo the coloured strands at home!!

they steal steve's mom's dresses and steve's dad's suits and dress up in them and have their own little fashion show - neither of them sticks to one specific type of outfit, at one point robin comes out in strings of pearls cascaded around her throat and delicate golden chains tucked into the collar of the shirt of the suit she's wearing; next steve comes out in a blazer and a flared blue summer dress

then they have a slumber party and they are fine!! everything is fine and they are amazing!! until the point where steve says "wait, robin, i don't think i've ever loved anyone like that (romantically) before" and they have to figure that out.

this happens in the span of like two days in which the rest of the party doesn't hear a word from them and then they're completely shocked when the two turn in for their monday evening shift.

have a nice day!! :)

hiiii <3

i know for a Fact that stobin has friendship bracelets like if u ever read a stobin post from me just know they are also wearing friendship bracelets

i used to be a camp counselor for many years and i made many many bracelets… i feel like robin and steve like to have something to do during their movie nights like they can’t just sit there and so i feel like they make a LOT of these bracelets.

i’m torn btwn thinking that robin already knew how to make them (learned from her parents, who i believe would encourage family crafting time when she was little) and thinking that erica taught them (maybe even while they were in the elevator? i can’t remember if she had her backpack but also little girls have bottomless pockets so. plausible)

i know in my heart of hearts that when robin offered steve the first bracelet she made him he was like oh🥺cool🥺thank you robin🥺 and was like. thrilled tearing up etc.

i feel like they make matching lesbian pride flag bracelets as like a subtle way of supporting robin (robin had the idea to make one then got too scared to wear it out bc like. steve what if they know what it means what if they notice. and he’s like robin if they know what it means then what do you think that means about them. and she’s like but oh my god steve but what if!! so he’s like ok make me one we’ll have more matching bracelets :) and robin was like aww stevie… omg ok!!(they’ll make bi flag ones when steve realizes/comes out))

also sorry to focus so much on the friendship bracelets but one more thing 🫣 i feel like el would looove making friendship bracelets like she sees the matching stobin ones and goes fucking insaaane she makes them for everyone (starting with max and mike then making one for robin as a thank you for teaching her <3)

also yeah. when steve picked up dustin for the first time he mocked the shit out of him for the bad hair dye but then he found out that both of them did it to match and he was like yeah ok this makes sense. still looks you guys did this shittily tho.

stobin loooove the harringtons closet. first of all though they do make a million closet jokes it’s actually insufferable. but they love it <3 but the party do not like the fact that by now if the word closet is said in any context they look at each other muppet style and crack up

also yes their sleepover conversations are rollercoasters… like when you trust someone so much and want them to know all of you good and bad it’s so fast to jump back and forth between elation and serious conversation…the girls love to gab!! and sometimes that gabbing means confessing the deepest parts of yourself bc the most important person in your life needs to know the most important things about you!!

[ninacarstairss]

hello cece my beautiful wonderful beloved soulmate <3

i hope you have been well and looking after yourself! i don’t want you overworking yourself 😭 but it has been two days since i have come back from my trip (i have been exhausted plus i had work and uni to catch up on) so now i am going to sit down and tell you about my trip!! please grab a cup of tea and a snack while you read :)

so i went to sydney again, and i had a much more enjoyable experience this time around. i think it was because i knew what i was getting into, and i stayed in the exact same place, so it was all familiar to me.

although i did try to use the public transport this time, instead of ubering everywhere, and the buses were so bad, but the trains were INCREDIBLE! they were double decker and the back support moved so you could have a single row or two rows of seats face each other??? SO COOL

anyways, me and my friend caught the train to the airport at 4am in the morning 😭😭😭 (and i finished work at 12am!!!!) to get our flight. once we landed in sydney, my friend wanted to get merch from the early presale stand outside the arena and we were outside in 30 degree heat FOR TWO HOURS, with our luggage. good news, my birthday is coming up and my friend didn’t know what to get me, so he bought half my merch 🤭 bad news, i’m ginger and i get sunburnt in two minutes, so think about two hours… the worst thing is we had an umbrella for sun protection, but my right arm and the back of my neck was out so they were FRIED. i’m currently peeling like a reptile but worth it

we got some food from maccas because we were dehydrated and getting heat stroke, and then checked into our room after we managed to get our stuff. we both ended up napping in the afternoon, which we were both surprised about, because i had my phone in my hand still attached to the charger next to my bed and he still had his genshin impact loaded up onto his ipad 😭😭😭

unfortunately the place i wanted to take him to for dinner, the really good japanese place from last time, was under renovation, so we had dinner elsewhere but we had such a good time the rest of our trip

because we went to see stray kids, a kpop group, we had a lot of activities we could indulge in. they had this thing called a cupsleeve event, where someone in the fandom designs a cupsleeve to represent a kpop idol’s birthday, group anniversary or in our case, coming to the city. and i got so many freebies! we went to this kpop store that doubled as a cafe and the drinks were so good! i bought way too much but i have to remind myself that i can’t get it at home 😔

we also went to the biggest bookstore i have ever seen in my life! it took up a whole floor of the shopping centre and it was brilliant. it had books upon books, categories after categories. they even had an entire chinese and japanese section! i also spent a lot of money there BUT my best find was the entire completed infernal devices manga trilogy!! it’s so beautiful and such a rare find, i grabbed it immediately. i couldn’t find the tmi graphic novels though, but they have them on their website, so i might order them in :)

alright, the main event! the concerts! so i went and saw the kpop group, stray kids, two nights in a row! it was amazing. i was and still am a huge fan of their work, but especially because they got me through a really hard time in my life and really were my serotonin while i was at school 😔 i wasn’t allowed to see them when they first came here four years ago (parents: maybe next year, they’ll come! *next year being 2020.*) so i feel like i finally made up for it.

me and my friend also matches outfits! we did black and green (the concert colours) on the first night, and red and white on the second (to match the stray kids colours). i wish i could send you photos, we looked so slay 🤩

i do not have one concert video without me screaming the lyrics (yeah the korean ones too!) in the back. but i don’t care, it was so fun, i had a blast. and it was even better because two of the members of stray kids were from sydney and they just made it feel more homely :) do not regret how much money i spent on them or the sleep i lost at all! i’m so glad i can slowly start to give myself the experiences i missed out on as a kid/teenager :’)

anyways, enough about me! how have you been? what have you been up to? how is simba? 🥺 i adore you so much and i am enclosing this letter with a warm hug <3333

hello nero my amazing perfect beloved soulmate <3

yay i’m so happy to finally hear about this trip!!! i just made myself a cup of tea and brought out some biscoff cream!!

how was the catching up part?? did you manage to catch up without exhausting yourself too much??

nero that’s so great!! i think that having a familiar surrounding is always helpful, and staying in the same place makes it all less scary somehow. i’m really happy it went much better!!

NO WAY THEY HAVE THOSE TRAINS THERE??? they look so cool!!! i’ve seen them on instagram once and i was so jealous of every city who had those trains!! you can literally choose if you want to sit alone or have company and that’s so cool!!! it’s basically a buildable environment!!! i’m getting way too excited about this lol

so you only had like three hours of sleep?? 😭😭😭😭 and you even had to stand in the heat for hours 😭😭😭 but yay!!! merch!!! that’s a really great birthday gift!!! (also when is your birthday??? only if you want to share of course <3)

anyway merch is so amazing and so expensive. this has got to be one of the best presents ever!!! even if it means you’re skinning like a reptile now lol at least it’s just two small spots instead of your whole self 😂 but i get the struggle. i’m not ginger but my skin is so light i always get sunburnt in 0.5 seconds too. definitely not fun, but worth it for some merch :D

that was probably a really fun situation to wake up to, but you both deserved a nap for catching a bus at 4am!!! especially since you had only a few hours of sleep after work!! at least you were rested enough to really enjoy the trip!!

oh no 😭😭 i’m still dreaming about that place!! i went to a my favorite japanese restaurant in my city a few days ago and i really wanted to try that beverage you told me about but i was driving so i couldn’t 😭 i hope this other restaurant was really good too though!!

no way!!! nero this is all way too cool!!! i’m so happy it was so fun and there were so many things to do!!! also this cupsleeves event sounds so cool!! i’m so happy nero, you’re making my day just by telling me about all these freebies and amazing drinks!! and you know i’m always gonna be the little devil on your shoulder telling you that spending money is good and you deserve all that amazing stuff :))

the tid manga trilogy??? how is that even possible omg you can’t find that anywhere!!!! i’m so jealous, i wanna live in this bookstore now 🥺 it’s got to be so amazing!! (you always find the best bookstores, i had no doubt there would be one in this letter too and i was so excited to read about it!!) and let me know if you do order the tmi graphic novels!! i’ve been trying to collect those too hehe

the fact that *next year* was 2020 is so painful. but you saw them two nights in a row!!! that’s amazing!! and it must have been so good to see them after so long, after they’d been by your side in a really tough time 🥹 i’m so happy you got to finally see them live!!

also, the matching outfits?? I LOVE THAT!!! i bet you looked so slay!!! that’s literally the best idea for what to wear to a concert!!!

nero i’m so so happy for you!!! you’ve made my whole day, i’m not even joking!! i’m so happy you’re finally getting to enjoy trips and concerts you couldn’t before!! and this one really sounded so perfect!!! also the videos with you screaming at the top of your lungs to every song are literally the best. i love it when i rewatch a video from a concert and i can hear myself screaming and crying and dying more than i can hear the band or the singer. it just makes me live all those memories and those amazing feelings again!!!

the money spent on this is totally worth it!!! and you can sleep now, uni can wait lol really nero i’m so happy this trip was so good!!! i’m so happy for you!!!

i’m good!! i got three days off from work this week so that was great, and i started to reread chain of iron so that i can reread chain of thorns right after :) i miss them so much already 🥲

anyway i just booked a trip for may, because a friend is coming to visit me and i’m gonna be off work for two weeks so i’m really looking forward to it and now i just wanna skip work and plan the itinerary 😂 and i want to book more trips too. which isn’t great because my bank account is already crying and begging me to stop buying stuff. did i tell you i got the illumicrate edition of chain of thorns with the alternative dust jackets? yeah so my bank account still hasn’t forgiven me for it :,)

simba is also doing really good, he’s eating a lot and sleeping a lot as usual 😌

also, ever since you told me about the rina sawayama concert, and because you always talked so much about her, i kinda started listening to her music a lot more and i’m obsessed with some songs now!!! i adore her style so thank you for this new obsession :>

i’m enclosing a warm hug for you too and a little bouquet of flowers <3

[fablegaze]

Spectember day 13 - gliderbird culture

gliderbirds are a very artistic species, and to them literally everything has the potentional to be art. everything is a blank canvas. this randomass rock could be a masterpiece

they lay clutches of anywhere from 2-10 eggs, and it’s common practice for the parents and any nursery attendents* to decorate the eggs and nest. eggs are painted with dyes and paints made of materials that are non-toxic to gliderbirds, to ensure it doesn’t fuck up the lamb** in any way. nests are decorated with random objects. egg & nest decorations often follow a theme, and all of them will be decorated to match

*it’s common for busy or first time parents to hire nursery attendents to help with their eggs and young. nursery attendents are often family members or close friends, and are compensated for their help with free food and housing. basically, “help us raise our kids and you can live with us rent-free” **gliderbird babies are called lambs bc i think it’s cute :]

clothes aren’t, like, required or anything, but they’re a popular way to express yourself. if you see a gliderbird wearing clothes it’s likely less for utility and more “i want everyone to see how pretty this shirt is” accessories are common, too. gliderbird outfits can get pretty wild sometimes

gliderbirds have a very loose idea of gender, and their attitude is usually “do whatever you want forever.”

there’s like No physical difference between the sexes, and to them it’s just whether or not you can lay eggs. gender as a concept doesn’t really exist for them, it’s all about the pronouns

they LOVE being weird with pronouns though it’s like an artform to them. I can’t give any examples because I haven’t started conlanging yet but they have so many fucking pronouns. they have pronouns based on what color their feathers are

the “default” pronouns for gliderbirds are usually referred to as the “blank canvas” pronouns. it’s expected and encouraged for gliderbirds to change or add to their pronouns but no big deal if you don’t. again: do whatever you want forever

(i put default in quotes there bc while most lambs are assigned these pronouns from birth, not every parent does that and some might give their kids their own special or custom-made pronouns)

they like stealing pronouns from other languages and adding them to their own. they would have a fucking field day with our neopronouns

gliderbirds live on a supercontinent, and the majority of them live near coasts and rivers; avoiding the central mountain range and interior desert. gliderbird settlements are pretty interconnected and the lines between cultures are blurred because everyone can just. fly. to almost anywhere, pretty much whenever they want. there are a few isolated communities deep within the desert though

their origin as mountain-climbing animals hasn’t left them and they still love climbing. the average amount of stairs and ladders and multi-leveled buildings in gliderbird communities is insane

they have electricity, and rudimentary internet/computers. most things run on wind and solar power because oh boy there’s a lot of it

[foster-the-world]

Winter Break

Visiting the inlaws and my SIL's family in California for winter break. Kids are super happy.

I'm tired/stressed. Baby boy's been a mess. He was the worse behaved he's ever been on the flight. Not worse behaved on a flight but worse behaved in general. He's not normally a well behaved child so this is saying something. At one point he was scratching my face and pulling my hair. My husband had to extract his hands from my hair. He's often extra energy but the violence is not normal. Having a plane full of people listen to one of my worse parenting experiences was not great. He's not a good flyer but this was next level. The girls sat across the aisle and were completely self sufficient while my husband and I tried to take care of him. He did fall asleep for the last 1.5 hours. Dreading the flight home. No more six hour flights for a long while.

He's been happy with his cousins. My SIL loves his energy - thankfully. But he's definitely unregulated a lot more then he normally is. Which is a lot to manage. My in-laws are so very sweet but I need more alone time. Its a lot of together time when my kid is acting out of control.

We did Disneyland. The girls were thrilled. My SIL booked them the hair/makeup princess boutique. Which was beyond sweet. Bee's really into rollercoaster/scary rides. Which I love.

I normally love Disneyland. My SIL recommended getting the pass that lets us keep baby boy in the stroller for the lines. He 100% needs it. The guy giving out the passes asked what his issues were. My husband showed his OT report and they gave him (and all of us) front of line access to all rides. At first I felt guilty. After the first ride I realized he really needs it. There was no way he could handle staying in line even if he got to stay in his stroller. He loves being around people but crowds make him get so out of control. It didn't help that the playground was under construction so really no place for him to run around.

I was also glad the girls got the perk because there have been many times they've missed out on things because he's acting out of control. EG: Taking care of themselves on a six hour flight because he needed full support of both parents. While the front of line pass was amazing it also made me sad to realize he needs it. This whole week has made me worried for him. I generally think of him as my sweet kid with a lot of energy. I assume in the long term it will work itself out. Now I wonder what will happen if it doesn't. How can we help him? When we get back I'm going to try and find an OT that will come to daycare. Not sure its realistic but i don't think the 1-on-1 OT setting is helpful for him. I need someone to see what he's like in groups.

I realized all of our other vacations with him have been with my parents. They help out so much it has made things really easy/relaxing. I think until he matures somewhat vacations without my parents support don't really work.

In happier news baby boy and I started a shtick where I say "I love (insert his name)" and he responds "I love MOMMY!" He's so damn cute. Target had a cute little boy tie outfit I may get for his adoption date. Matching dresses for the girls.

[aamirastories]

This is my first time writing, and I will probably go back and rewrite this once I have posted it all. I already have every Chapter lined up, so there will be regular content on this for anyone who is interested. Although this chapter does contain sexual content, it has intent that will be clear later. This is not erotica - it has adult themes throughout the story but few will be sexual in nature.

This will make a lot more sense as you read more into this!

Part 1

Ammy

May 3rd, 2033

A car hurtles past me, driving straight through the large pool of water that had gathered by the kerb. I stepped back but it was too late.

“Asshole!” I shouted after them. My feet were soaked. I sighed.

I went back to staring into the puddle, showing me a shimmering and swirling view of the Dubai skyline. The city was beautiful, there was no doubting it. Architecture of all shapes, lights of all colours, mesmerising to look at and I never got tired of it. One of the few beautiful things left in the world.

“Hi.” I hear a male voice say. I snap out of my trance and look at him, showing a polite smile.

“Are you Aamira?”, he adds.

“Yes”, I reply, nodding in response.

Aamira was the name my parents used. Everyone else called me Ammy, and I preferred it.

“My house isn’t far from here.”, he says, pointing down the street.

As we leave the cover of the bridge, rain pours down onto us both.

“So, is $200 okay?”, he asks me. I had no such thing as a ‘going-rate’, but I needed to pay rent and no-one was hiring me. Not even for the most mundane of tasks. It used to bother me doing this kind of work, but I had to lock that thought deep in my mind in hopes of never retrieving it.

“Sure, that’s fine” I reply, as we walk briskly towards his house, I hope he is right and it isn’t too far – I already feel a bead of cold water slowly moving down my back, causing my breath to quicken.

Around 300 metres later, I guessed, we arrived at his house. A terraced, 2-floor house, typical of the area and not in any ways extravagant but a ways more than functional. He opens the door and I follow him inside.

He shuts the door as I finish stepping through, and I am grateful for the shelter, and the warmth. He hangs his coat up and leaves me, and I hang mine up in an empty hook near to it, before taking off my shoes and stepping through. My socks squelched slightly, full of water from the idiot who decided to soak me, but I shrugged this off quickly.

As I step into the room, he is seated on a large couch next to another woman. In this light, I catch a better look at them both. Him, dark haired, slim build with an abundance of facial hair, I had guessed around 6’ from our walk to his apartment. The woman sitting next to him was a pretty brunette girl, shorter, and they were both dressed simply – him in a shirt and trousers, her in a skirt and simple blouse.

“Take a seat” he said, directing me to a chair near them both. “Would you like a glass of water?”

“I’m good, thank you” I replied. I’d had enough water for the night. And he was clearly stalling.

He turned to look at the woman next to him.

“This is my wife, she’s pretty isn’t she?”, he said, looking her up and down, and I nodded in agreement.

“She is” I replied, hoping he would cut to the chase real soon. This small talk always made things more awkward.

“Strip for her, honey” he said to her, and she leaned over and whispered something in his ear, looking somewhat nervous.

“It’s okay” he replied softly to her. “We need this, we know this is the only way.”

After another look at him, she looked at me and unbuttoned her blouse. She had a black bra on, a simple number, matching the rest of her outfit, nothing too extravagant. She sat up slightly and pulled down her skirt, before she was sat on the couch next to him, looking more nervous than she had done before.

I had seen this, seemingly a hundred times. It always went a similar way.

“I told you she was pretty, I bet you really want her don’t you?” he asked me.

“She is pretty, indeed. Does she want this though?” I replied.

“She does, yes. Now, can we see more of you?” he replied.

I was dressed in a turtle neck sweater, it being colder this winter than I had typically remembered. I pulled it off of me to reveal a white bra, nothing fancy. I briefly took a comparison of my breasts to hers and had figured mine were bigger. Although my body felt more of a tool than something I could enjoy these past years, I was proud of it, as much as I could be.

“Look honey, she’s really attractive.” The man said, looking me up and down. He liked the look of this tool it seems. It didn’t matter.

Accompanying my sweater was a set of simple blue jeans – I’d had these a few years and honestly they needed replacing, but they more than did the job and were comfortable after all the time I had them. I pulled them down, until I was dressed as much as his partner.

“And she looks big too, right?” he said, looking at my crotch. Now I felt shamed. An object. I had transitioned 10 years ago and had come to regret it as the years had gone on. Wishing I could go back and tell my past self of what would happen.

He stood up, and gestured for me to sit beside her. I took the cue and joined her. She did smell good. Her perfume caught my nose softly and I enjoyed the scent, and it actually brought a genuine soft smile to my face as I looked at her. She looked at me back and for a moment I felt we had a connection, albeit a small one. It was crushed when he said,

“Okay, might as well begin?”

I looked at her with a soft expression.

“Do you want this?”

He snapped at me, “Of course she wants this! Now begin!”

I closed my eyes and sighed internally. When I opened them, she had locked lips with mine, and I sunk into her kiss. Her tongue teased my lips and I grabbed her shoulders softly, her resting her hands on my hips. Her touch was ever so gentle. My hands on her were gentle too, I’d have hoped, and my thumb brushed her skin, which felt warm to the touch and her soft skin only served to make her feel more gentle.

I opened my mouth, and our tongues danced as my chest began to heave, my breath deepening, becoming lost in her. She moved her hands down to my thighs and I felt a tingle run from my abdomen down to my crotch, it beginning to stir as a result of it. I could smell her perfume more strongly now, only adding to the arousal and encouraging my hands to move down her shoulders and onto her waist. She moaned softly, her hands squeezing my thighs and the stirring only hastened. She had me in this moment.

I felt her shift slightly and opened my eyes, to see him behind her, unclasping her bra and letting it loose. I leant back from the kiss to take her in, for a moment. Her breasts were small but perky, her nipples clearly showing how aroused she was and I only guessed mine were the same. He moved behind me.

“No, she can do it.” I almost snapped at him. I moved back into kiss her.

As we resumed our dance, I felt her hands softly move behind my back, deftly removing it in one swift moment as I felt it move to my thighs. I discarded it and shuffled in closer to her. I felt a cold but gentle hand on my breast, and moaned softly.

“Ooh,” and giggled softly. It was like I had forgotten what I was here for, and I did not mind that in the slightest.

As she tweaked my nipple softly in her fingers, and kneading my breast slowly, I moved my hand up in response. Our movements were almost symmetrical, our hands wandering as we explored each other, before I felt my arousal almost disappear entirely.

“Yea, baby, feel her up good.” He said, and I didn’t even bother to look. I mentally shut him out and continued my exploration of her.

“Okay, underwear off girls” he added, and I almost told him to leave right there and then, then I remembered what happened the last time I did that. The bruises and black eyes meant I almost didn’t pay my rent for 2 straight months. It was only the kindness of strangers that even got me through, so I held myself short.

I pulled my underwear off and I was already fully erect. She followed me and we both looked down and back up at each other. She bit her lip and we resumed our kissing. I could hear him saying things but my mind had now become fully able to shut him out and focus entirely on her. She grasped my member softly and it twitched in response. I paused kissing her as I felt so sensitive to her touch that I could almost feel her fingerprint on it. We resumed our oral exploration and she began to stroke me every so slowly. I squirmed

slightly then sunk entirely into it. Her breath quickened as her arousal built quickly, I could almost feel her heart pounding through her entire body.

She sat on my lap.

“Now. I want you now” she said. I was right, she had me. I was completely lost in her. I grabbed her hips and slid her towards me and she, in one motion, sat up and then sat on me. I felt her warm, wet and tight around me. I had been blessed by being larger than average, and although I was not proud of what I had to do, I was proud, once again, with what I had. Blessed with a tool that I did not want to use this way.

She began to bounce on me, and I was unable to shut him out any more. He was sat behind me, and I did not even want to look at him. I looked into her eyes, her face squinted, mouth agape, clearly and genuinely enjoying the experience, as I was too. She was clenching around me, her breasts hypnotically bouncing. She grabbed mine and kissed me deeply. She kissed my cheek, my neck and then bit my earlobe lightly before softly whispering into my ear, away from him,

“You’re so fucking hot.”, leaning back again and locking eyes with me as she continued.

She kissed me again, her tongue dancing with mine, her squeezing my breast with one hand, my arm with the other and I felt my climax build. Way more rapidly than I had expected.

“I’m close” I said to her.

“Yes yes YES!” The male voice said next to me, and I held her hips now, quickening my movements as it built more and more rapidly before my vision darkened, leaning back and feeling the release inside her. Once. Twice. Three times.

My heart was racing, I couldn’t focus. I opened my eyes to look at her, her expression was not one of ecstasy, but one of worry.

All of a sudden, my head lurched to one side and I felt a shooting pain across my scalp. This man, this asshole was dragging me by my hair and threw me into the street. I would have fought back but weighing only 45kg, I was easy to shift around.

I landed into the street with a shooting pain in my hip, instantly feeling the cold water on my body as my clothes were thrown at me. I looked at the door. His partner was there, trying to run out to me but he pulled her back, yelled something incomprehensible at her, and then shut the door.

I gathered my clothes, looked around and saw the street was dead, thankfully. I could tell it was late and I was grateful for it, putting my clothes back on, soaked from the street and sitting on a neighbouring step as I composed myself. Tears came quickly. Anger came even quicker. I looked back at his door and wondered what I could do. What I wanted to do. I stood up, and then realised what could happen. He had probably expected me to come in anyways, and was ready for me. I turned, looked down the street to get my bearings and began walking.

If it had not been for the rain, my face would be soaked in tears. My scalp hurt, he had probably pulled hairs right out of it with the aggression he used. My hip was sore but I could tell the cold rain was numbing it somewhat – I knew later that wouldn’t be the case.

About a kilometre later, I arrived at my apartment. I opened the door, threw my jacket onto the couch, fell onto my bed and cried. I don’t think I stopped crying even as I slept.