#22nd birthday tings

[pickledpascal]

Achilles’ Heel

Relationship: Benoit Blanc x Ezra Wayne

Word Count: 1.2k

Summary: Elle decides to celebrate her 22nd birthday at an escape room, bringing Ezra and Benoit along.

Elle's 22nd birthday was in a few days and Ezra usually liked to go all out to celebrate them. He had the means to. He wanted to make each birthday memorable for her in some way. Now that Elle was old enough to make her own decisions, Ezra would just ask her what she wanted to do to celebrate. Usually, it would just be dinner with some friends, a small party, maybe she'd even ask to reserve a theater when one of her favorite movies was playing nearby. 

Not this time.

This year, she wanted to go to an escape room. Perhaps Elle chose it just to watch Benoit struggle, laughing her ass off as he tried to gather clues to no avail. 

And laugh she did. 

They just barely got out of the room before the timer ran out with the help of Ezra putting in the right combination of numbers on a steam-punk-like machine near the door they needed to exit from. As they exited, Elle couldn't stop laughing at Benoit's inability to figure out what they needed to get out. 

"You know these sorts of things are my Achilles' heel!" Benoit complained as they walked to the car. They rode there in Benoit's car, an Ashton Martin DB5 in gunmetal gray. 

Elle gave Benoit a light squeeze from her spot next to him. "I know and I love you for it." She grinned happily.

Ezra cocked an eyebrow at Elle and shook his head slightly as a chuckle escaped him. His daughter certainly was an interesting creature. A little less dirty than a raccoon found in a dumpster but the same sort of energy. 

"We solved it though, that's the important part." Ezra tried to make Benoit feel better, rubbing his shoulder gently as he pressed a kiss to his cheek. 

Benoit could sense what Ezra was trying to do, a light smirk making its way to his lips. "Y'know what would make me feel even better, darlin'?" He teased softly as he wrapped an arm around Ezra's waist to press their lips together.

Even after being together for months at this point, there was rarely a moment when Ezra or Benoit didn't feel winded after a kiss. It filled their chest with an unexplainable feeling. Something about it, they knew it was good. It had to be when they've never felt better in their entire life when they weren't together. 

"Ugh, you guys act like high-schoolers." Elle feigned disgust, shaking her head but Benoit and Ezra could hear a tinge of affection in her voice as they pulled away from each other. 

Ezra set a hand on Benoit's shoulder as he looked at Elle. "Careful, kiddo, or else I'm not paying for food tonight." He teased softly.

"You wouldn't!" Elle gasped, a hand on her chest. 

"I would. Now get in the car." Ezra ordered with a small laugh, getting in the passenger seat after Elle climbed in the back of the car. 

Keeping Elle humble was a little difficult at times but it helped that Ezra gained his wealth later in life so she was used to not always having what she wanted. The most difficult thing for Ezra, though, was not buying everything Elle wanted. He wanted to give her the world but he knew it would only give her a sense of entitlement, like she didn't have to work for anything. That's not what Ezra wanted out of Elle. 

So far, so good. Elle had a relatively normal job working at a local coffee shop chain as a barista. She earned her own money, only asking for her father's when it was a necessity or something she knew they could enjoy together. 

Benoit drove back home after going out for dinner–to Ezra's house. He practically lived there. Most of his clothes were folded in Ezra's dresser and some even were hung up in his closet. He had a feeling he'd be permanently moving in soon with the way everything was going. Benoit barely slept in his apartment anymore. 

"Elle really loves you, Benny." Ezra hummed, an arm around Benoit's shoulder as he played with Elle's hair. She had his head in his lap, fast asleep while a movie was playing on the TV. It cast a white glow on their faces. 

Benoit smiled softly at the girl–one he was glad to appoint as his adoptive daughter. His eyes flicked back up to Ezra's and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. "I love her too." He whispered, running a gentle hand through Ezra's hair. 

The man was letting his gray's grow out and Benoit had to admit, it made him all the more attractive. Although, the plan was most likely to have Elle dye them a some random color. The color she chose depended on the day and Ezra simply let her.

Ezra leaned into Benoit's shoulder, a content look on his face. "I… want to make it sorta official. You and I." He admitted, piquing Benoit's interest. "You've basically been living here for the past few months, I've just been putting off asking but… I think you should move in. You're already like a second father to Elle and I know I would love coming home to you–"

He was cut off by a peck to his cheek. "I was waitin' for you to ask." Benoit admitted with a light blush on his cheeks. 

Ezra let out a light laugh, pulling Benoit closer as a sigh escaped his lips. He's had quite a hard life but that didn't matter anymore. He was safe and comfortable, so was his little family whom he loved so much. Those who have wronged him most likely had it harder than him and he couldn't find it in himself to care. 

They didn't matter. This little moment did. 

Ezra's daughter asleep in his lap while he was cuddled with the love of his life. Well, maybe not as asleep as she seemed. 

"Finally." Elle pursed her lips, her voice a little tired from the nap she just awoke from. "I've been waiting for you to ask him." 

Ezra's face went blank as he looked down at his daughter. He grabbed a pillow and smothered Elle's face with it, a mischievous glint in his eyes. The young girl struggled for a moment, her legs and arms flailing until she fell onto the floor with a loud thump.

"Dad! Uncalled for!" Elle exclaimed before she turned to Benoit, "Can't believe you just let that happen. Aren't you a detective of the law or something, Dad? That was totally illegal and downright abusive, actually." She joked, crossing her arms from her place on the ground. 

Past the shock of Elle calling him 'Dad' for the first time, Benoit let out an amused laugh. Was this what a proper family was like? Dysfunctional with lots of faults but beautiful and nice and fulfilling. It filled Benoit's sense of self with contentment, far better than any conclusion to a case could ever be. 

Yeah, being a dad was nice. 

[jennortegas]

happy birthday alexis!!! have a wonderful day <3

Thank you jenny 💖

[quiet-kunoichi]

[ @suck-my-tomato | Autumn Festival Oneshot | verse; post-modern ]

Shakily, she exhales. Truly, it’s a wonder she ever got this far dressing herself over the last two decades ( she was nearly 25 but the Foster Care Facility kids all donned the same gray uniform so technically she couldn’t account for that ). Smoothing the front of her .. dress, Kimiko takes a quick glance to the clock: Fifteen minutes to spare — and surely enough, the calendar read .. August 24th? That wasn’t right .. was it?

Transfixed on her possible lapse in sanity, Kimiko presses the heels of her palms into her eyes until the spinning shapes and colors on the inside of her eyelids bleed away into one encompassing darkness. Her heart is stuttering, trying its damnedest to keep up with her brain as it reels back over the supposed events of the last few days. Just what got her standing here, with an obnoxiously oversized sweater brushing just above her knees , the turtled neck — no, she’d taken that one off, it felt like a cage of fingers strangling her throat — a golden chain hanging a tear drop of amber beneath the fabric and between her collar. That’s right, she’d first started in a dress; one that Maeve thrifted for her 22nd birthday, but now felt too exposing of her every flaw — she’d scrambled out of the fabric as quickly as she’d put it on.

Peeling her hands from her eyes after pressing a little too hard, Kimiko let’s her vision pepper back in from the sides and stares at her reflection, neck-down in the body mirror. It wasn’t really August 24th, was it? She’d attended the most recent meeting just four days ago, where she’d earned her “4 months clean” sobriety chip. After her short and strained little speech, Kimiko had escaped to soothe her nerves with a stick of cancer. Shortly after, she was joined by Sasuke. It wasn’t a surprise; the two had found a routine in joining one another for a sip of nicotine before, during, or ( sometimes and ) after their weekly meetings. What had started as small talk on her part, in which she mentioned the autumn festival in the next town over — turned into a.. date. A proper one this time, apparently. Not just a late night drive in amicable silence, not an unplanned takeout dinner and falling asleep on the couch, nor a check-in phone call turning into three hours and the unscratched itch desire to just hang up and drive over to see the lips that passed along a voice into the speaker. He’d insisted on picking her up, being her ride — which, Kimiko realized after an admittedly bashful agreement, would mean that he’d have to drive her home after the festival, too.

Gods, she’s getting herself all worked up over probably nothing. It likely won’t even that big of a deal — even if he did call it a date, himself. A date. They’d been on .. hundreds, probably ( hundreds of thousands throughout their unknown lifetimes ) and yet she stood plucking at the frayed edges of her ripped jeans and looking at her cherry-red reflection with uncertainty. Did she feel more excited than anxious? It was getting hard to tell — she should’ve finished her banana and toast that morning, because now her head was spinning. “You’re doing it again.” Kimiko huffs at herself, turning from her mirror and heading to the sink to wet her cottony tongue.

Another glance to the clock, a check on her phone to determine the quick subtraction from when he texted that he was on his way and the time it took to drive from his place to hers.. 10 minutes left to spare. That was definitely enough time to smoke a cigarette to help smooth over her prickly edges, but.. She still didn’t feel confident in how put-together she was. Should she put some earrings in, maybe? The trip to the bathroom resulted in more nit-picking of her overall aesthetics: Should she keep her oversized sleeves rolled past her wrists or hide half of her hands beneath them? Ultimately she decides on a swipe of mascara — which she internally promises that she’ll remember to remove before succumbing to sleep later tonight — and a soft slip of garnet tinged chapstick.

By the time Kimi had become sick with the worked up and mousy person staring through the mirror, a knock sounded off at her front door. It made her jump right out of her skin. Checking her phone ( left by the kitchen sink ), the Tamashi confirms: Sasuke had let her know he was parked out front .. 7 minutes ago. Shit-fuck-goddamnit.

Kimiko is unlocking her door ( which takes a few extra seconds ) and swinging it open with apologetic fervor just moments after her realization. Had she fucked it all up already? “ H-hey! Uh— ‘m sorry, I meant to come straight down. ” A quick scratch to the skin beneath her ear turns into a tuck of loose hair behind her ear. She’s yet to even make eye contact, for fear of seeing the telltale signs of anger ( or worse, disappointment ) there. Instead, Kimiko plucks her shoulder satchel from the hook on the wall and fastens it over her shoulder, hands wringing the strap just above her navel.

At last, golden globes swing up to catch him in her careful stare. “ So, ..are we still on? ”

[jamaisjoons]

ribbons | pjm & jjk

⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦:〝 your boyfriend, jimin, arranges the best birthday present you could have ever asked for 〞established relationship au. pwp au.

❥ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: jimin x reader x jungkook

❥ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: fluff ⋆ smut

❥ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 11k

⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: threesome, exhibitionism, voyeurism, public fingering, jungkook eating pussy like a champ in the back of a car, light bondage, dirty talk, dom! Jungkook, dom! Jimin, sub! Reader, use of sex toys, wax play, orgasm control, jimin being a freaky little voyeur, male masturbation, orgasm denial, pussy eating, squirting, cum eating, reader being punished with a hard spanking from the muscle bun, reader with a pain kink, praise, penetrative sex, handjob, creampie, breeding kink, impregnation kink, sloppy seconds, cum play, overstimulation, forced orgasm, soft jikook aftercare

➵ 𝑎/𝑛: those warnings,,,, 𝘺𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴,,, but anyway i’m still on writing hiatus until may 22nd cause of exams BUT!!!! it was my best friend and president of jikook nation @devotedpark‘s birthday yesterday (may the 4th be with u bitch) and so i wrote this for her as a birthday present! happy birthday bitch, i love u

⏤ unedited

Dusk slowly approached as you wandered through the streets of soul, your heels clicking against the concrete of the pavement. The sky was tinged a beautiful dusky pink, blending in with a darker purple as the sun slowly set behind Seoul’s skyline. The spring air was slightly crisp, the surface of your skin prickling with goosebumps and you pulled your coat closer to your body. You were currently on your way towards Ossu Seiromushi, Seokjin’s newly opened restaurant. You had no idea what had been planned for you today; all you knew was that your amazingly thoughtful boyfriend, Park Jimin, had delivered a gorgeous bouquet of dark velvet red and pale champagne roses to your house today along with a note that said to ‘dress nice’ and meet him at Seokjin’s restaurant at precisely eight o’clock.

You had no idea why he’d said precisely eight o’clock. You see, after four and a half years, you knew your boyfriend and you knew him very well. Well enough to know, he’d be at least ten minutes late. And you weren’t wrong, it was currently five minutes to eight and he had just texted you to let you know he’d been delayed by fifteen minutes. And that was the exact reason you were currently wandering through the streets of Seoul, walking at your own pace. You were currently by the outskirts of Seokchon lake, strolling under a grove of cherry blossom trees, showers of blush pink petals scattering in the wind every time the trees rustled.

You continued aimlessly walking down the grove until you neared the streets that would lead you to Seokjin’s restaurant. You quickly glanced at your watch, realising you had about five minutes left until you had to meet your boyfriend. You picked up your pace and began meandering your way through the inner streets until you finally got to the restaurant. As usual, there was a queue of people awaiting to enter and be seated. You shot a sheepish, apologetic smile as you cut the queue. The people all groaning as you entered the restaurant, knowing you would have had a reservation before them. The maître d met you at the doors and almost instantaneously recognised you. He quickly bowed and gestured for you to follow him.

“____-ssi. Park-ssi is waiting for you” He said and you smiled as you followed him towards the back, where the private booths were. Jimin was already seated at the table, dressed impeccably in his black slacks, a dark blue velvet blazer and white t-shirt; the top two buttons unbuttoned, revealing delicious smooth tan skin, the slight curve of his collarbones almost on display; his black Chanel necklace dangling just at the base of his throat. His hair was currently a light shade of blonde-brown and styled to the side, his forehead revealed. All in all, even sitting there, he looked like sex on legs; his shoulders relaxed as his eyes flit across the menu. The maître d beckons you to give him your coat and you slowly slide it off, handing it towards him.

“Park-ssi, your guest has arrived” The maître d says, announcing you before bowing and taking his leave. Jimin immediately turns his gaze towards you, his eyes roving over your figure.

“Wow… you look beautiful” Jimin says and you blush slightly under his perusal of your figure.

“Thank you” You reply and Jimin extends his hand, beckoning you to sit in beside him. You look at him questioningly but does as he says. Now that you think about it, the booth is bigger than it needs to be for just the two of you; it’s one continuous U-shaped sofa and could easily fit six people.

“Are people joining us?” You ask curiously and Jimin nods with a smile.

“We’ve been really busy since the comeback and promotions but Jungkookie and Hoseokie-hyung said they wanted to celebrate with us. Hobi-hyung is bringing Sooyun as well. They were just here, but they’ve-“ Jimin begins, however, he’s quickly cut off by the rest of your party.

“Wow speak of the devil” Jimin mutters as he gets up, letting you slide back out.

“____! Happy birthday! Sorry we’re late. Well we weren’t. We were here before but Hobi left the damn gift in the car so we went to get it” Sooyun quickly rambles as she pulls you into a hug and you laugh at her, hugging her back. As soon as Sooyun let’s go, Hoseok pulls you in for a hug.

“Happy birthday! Here, Yunnie picked it out, so if you hate it, yell at her” Hoseok says as he thrusts the gift into your hand. You hear Sooyun let out a yelp of protest before she smacks her boyfriend in the chest. Hoseok playfully shrieks as he rubs his chest; Sooyun sticking her tongue out in response.

“Happy birthday!” Jungkook says, smiling in his cute little bunny smile, from beside Hoseok and Sooyun. Although, despite his innocent smile, you can’t help but notice the way his eyes trail up and down your body. You stiffen slightly, trying to fight the blush that is no doubt crawling its way around your cheeks. You had always been attracted to Jungkook, something about his bunny smile paired with his rippling muscles always turned you on. However, you’d never act on it. It was just a small crush, brought from his playful teasing and cute charms. You’d never betray Jimin like that, especially with his maknae and group mate.

“Come on! Let’s sit and eat, Jimin said he had other plans for you later” Sooyun says and you quickly nod. The five of you begin sliding into the curved booth. Sooyun and Hoseok find themselves on one end, you and Jimin on the other as Jungkook sits in the middle, in the bend of the booth.

“So, what did Jimin get you?” Hoseok asks curiously and you frown slightly, knowing Jimin had yet to give you your present but just as you move to answer, Jungkook cuts you off quickly.

“Jimin and I got you a joint present, but I think he wanted to give it to you later” Jungkook says and you eye him curiously, wondering why and what they could have gotten you. Jimin’s present were usually well thought-out and incredibly personal; so, you really had no idea what or why it was a joined present this year.

“We’re going to have it brought to your apartment” Jimin says cryptically and you narrow your eyes at him. Perhaps it was a car? You had been complaining that you needed a new one soon, after your engine bust and left you stranded on the outskirts of Seoul one day. But that was far too extravagant a gift and not nearly as personal.

“Come on, let’s order. The food is amazing and Seokjin-hyung said it’s on the house, his present to you” Jimin said and you giggled. You could almost imagine the panic on Seokjin’s face when he had undoubtedly forgotten it was your birthday and thus came up with the plan of a free meal. The five of you quickly grabbed your menus and began perusing as you started passing comments between each other about what looked good, whether you could share (Jungkook was a firm no, it was his food even if he considered everyone else’s food free real estate) and what you’d order.

A short while later, the five of you fell into easy conversation; starters pilling onto the table as you began digging in. Part way through, Jungkook and Jimin had a small chopstick war on who could grab the last piece of sushi – Jungkook had, of course won, and you simply rolled your eyes; laughing it off with Sooyun and Hoseok. However, in doing so, you had missed the slight exchange between Jimin and Jungkook behind your head.

Soon, the mains started arriving and you were deep in conversation with Hoseok and Sooyun. Hoseok had finally decided it was time move out of the Bangtan dorms and in with Sooyun; especially considering he had just proposed to her. The two were now slowly settling into their beautiful apartment just outside Gangnam; close enough to Big Hit’s heart quarters and the boys’ dorm but far enough for them to still begin planning their wedding and thinking about starting their family. Sooyun rambled on and on, gushing about what their wedding theme would be and what she envisioned it being, Hoseok smiling softly at her as he indulged her.

You reached your chopsticks over for the rice, still engrossed in your conversation with Sooyun. In fact, you were so engrossed that you almost choked on your rice the second Jimin’s hand began pulling your dress up, slowly exposing your thighs under the table. Sooyun looked at you in alarm and hastily handed you a glass of water.

“Are you okay?” She asked and you frantically nodded, kicking Jimin lightly under the table before sending him a warning glare. He simply narrowed his eyes at you, pinching your thigh and you immediately knew what was coming. He was in a dominant mood and there was nothing you could do to stop whatever he had planned for you. You swallowed thickly, Jimin’s eyes signalling for you to act calm as his fingers slowly danced up and down supple flesh of your now exposed thighs.

“Yeah sorry, it just went down the wrong way” You excuse weakly. Jimin always did have a penchant for public foreplay; nothing turned him on more than riling you up in public where anyone could catch you. The thrill of the danger of being caught excited him far too much and there was nothing you could do but simply let it happen. You took in a deep breath and then smiled at Sooyun, beckoning her to continue. From the corner of your eye, you saw Jimin smirk as he continued his conversation with Jungkook across you.

You felt his plump finger lazily draw circles into your skin, slowly trailing higher and higher until his cool knuckles brushed against your heated, panty-covered core. You sucked in a deep breath as you felt him slowly pull your panties to the side, a finger tracing over your dewy folds. Your breathing because very slightly laboured as you felt the cold of his rings graze against your clit. The slight stimulation caused you to shift imperceptibly, trying to close your legs and deny him access. However, to your surprise, you felt another hand on your thigh slowly prying them apart and giving Jimin further access. Your head snapped to the side, eyes wide as you started at the maknae, even if his attention was solely on his conversation with Hoseok. Your gaze shifted down slightly, to where Jungkook’s larger palm was nonchalantly on your other thigh, keeping your leg slightly parted open.

“We were going to wait till later. But Jungkook and I thought we should give you part of our present now” Jimin said, his words whispered, disguised under the guise of brushing his lips against the side of your head. You heard Sooyun let out a soft coo at the action. If only she knew.

“What? What do you mean?” You stutter out, your core throbbing, you voice just barely above a breathless whisper. Did Jimin mean what you thought he meant?

“I know the way you look at him Angel. The way your eyes trail his body when he dances, when he’s in working out shirtless… I know you have a little crush on Jungkookie. But it’s okay, cause he has a crush on you too. And I love you both enough to share. Happy birthday Angel” Jimin says and you bite your lip, looking at him in a mix of uncertainty and excitement.

“Jimin…” You whisper, trailing off in slight uneasiness. It wasn’t a secret that Jimin was a jealous lover and a possessive boyfriend. He loved having you to himself, hated sharing and got angry even at the playful flirting between you and the rest of the boys; and yet here he was practically serving up one of your wildest fantasies on a silver platter.

“____, it’s okay. I promise. I wouldn’t have suggested or even asked Jungkook if I wasn’t a hundred percent sure. But if you don’t feel comfortable, if you want to say no. Then that’s fine too” Jimin reassures and his voice is confident and full of assurance.

“Do you want this?” Jimin asks quietly, eyes earnestly watching you and you barely have to think on it. You know you want this. More than anything. It had been your deepest, darkest fantasy since you’d met the two boys. In fact, Jungkook had been the first one to grab your eye even if Jimin was the love of your life. Granted, you wouldn’t ever give Jimin up, but that didn’t mean you were stupid enough to pass up an opportunity to spend the night with both of them.

“Good girl, now open your legs for us. Jungkookie has fantastic fingers… or so I’m told” Jimin says when you nod your consent. You bite the inside of your lip and spread your thighs slightly. One of Jungkook’s palms immediately wraps around your thigh, hooking it over his own as he spread you out further, giving both of them unhindered access to your now pulsating cunt. You try and suppress your blush and a small part of your wants to shut them and run away. However, the bigger, exhibitionist side of you, has your nerves on fire and arousal practically leaking at being fingered in the restaurant, just opposite two of your best friends.

All thought of running however, disappear when Jungkook trails a finger up and down your slit. You lurch forward slightly, the action completely startling you. Luckily, you’re able to disguise it as a change in your seating, scooting slightly closer to Jungkook. Jungkook continues trailing his fingers up and down your dewy folds, Jimin own fingers joining the fray. Their touches are featherlight and simply not enough and each motion is slowly driving you crazy. You need more. You let out a barely audible whimper when you feel two of Jimin’s fingers slowly spread your lips open, peeling them apart and exposing your heated core to the cool of the restaurant. You feel Jimin flick his thumb over your clit before softly rubbing; brushing up and down as Jungkook’s fingers slowly slips down further, to where your core is practically dripping on the seat at this point. His slender pointed fingers gather your slick and rub them around your pussy before you feel the tip slowly begin slipping into your core.

Your grip on your chopsticks tighten as you try your best to keep a straight face, lest it crumples into one of pleasure and you give the game away. Luckily, Sooyun is once again rambling about her wedding plans and thus not paying too much attention to you. Your breath quickened slightly as you felt Jungkook shallowly pump his fingers in and out of you, Jimin’s thumb rolling your clit hard. You need more than that and you quietly buck into Jungkook, trying to urge him to delve deeper into you core. Jungkook heeds your wants and slips his finger in slowly as deep as he could before curling it in a ‘come hither’ motion, the pad of his thumb brushing against the spongy spot inside you and you bucked into his hand involuntarily. You saw him smirk from the corner of your eyes and a small, very miniscule part of you wants to reach over and smack that smirk off of his face. Or kiss it off. You’d settle for either at this point.

Suddenly, Jungkook pulls his finger out and your walls flutter at the sudden emptiness, almost whining at the loss of his touch. However, you’re not disappointed for long because suddenly he’s plunging two fingers into you, opening you out for him. You jerk forward all of a sudden at the unexpected intrusion, your pussy pulsating around Jungkook’s digits as he slowly scissors you, spreading and stretching your pussy out. Sooyun and Hoseok jump in alarm, looking at you worriedly and you give them a sheepish smile, your face heating up in both embarrassment and arousal. Jungkook however doesn’t ceases his actions; instead he begins fucking his fingers into you quickly and you’re mortified to hear the slight squelching off your pussy. It’s barely audible over the rest of the hubbub of the restaurant, but you can hear it and that’s enough to set off the exhibitionist in you.

“Sorry, I just suddenly got a stomach cramp. I think I’ve eaten too much” You lie, swallowing thickly and praying that they believe your excuse. Meanwhile, Jimin’s pointer finger and thumb begin rolling your clit between his digits, lightly pinching and pulling.

“Angel, I’ve told you to be careful. You always do this” Jimin says as he moves his thumb from your clit, but his eyes glint evilly and a second later you know why. Not a moment after he finishes speaking, you can feel his slightly thicker, fingers slowly push into you beside Jungkook’s; his digits are thicker and simply add a pleasurable burn to your pussy as you’re fingered wide open for them. You let out a small whimper at the slight stinging in your walls, this time definitely audible.

“God, are you sure you’re okay? Do you need some painkillers? Maybe it’s time to call it a night?” Hoseok says looking at your face, now contorted into a grimace. Jungkook and Jimin pull their fingers out of you suddenly and you can breathe easier, the stinging sensation slowly ebbing away; however, you let out a whine at the sudden emptiness of your dripping cunt. You turn to Jimin, a pleading look on your face, as you silently beg him to get you out of here. Jimin slips your panties back into place and shifts your thighs, pulling your dress back down as Jungkook unhooks your thigh from around his.

“Yeah, Angel you don’t look so well. I think we should head home” Jimin says, his voice sweet and innocent as he discreetly wipes his sticky fingers on his napkin.

“Aww, but the food is so good… although, you really don’t look good ____. I think we should head off. Babe, do you wanna let the waiter know we’re done? I’ll help Jimin take ____ to the car” Sooyun offers and Jimin immediately shakes his head.

“No, no Sooyun-ah. It’s okay. I didn’t bring my car so Jungkook said he’d drive us home. You can head off with Hobi-hyung and Kookie can help me with ____” Jimin says quickly and Sooyun nods as all of you get up. The four of you quickly exist, Hoseok joining once he lets the waiter know you were done and making sure it was charged to Seokjin’s tab.

“I had fun today ____, we should do it again! Next time we won’t overeat though” Sooyun says with a wink as she hugs you goodbye, Hoseok following her. Once the two have left, you turn to Jimin and Jungkook, eyes slightly narrowed.

“I cannot believe you did that!” You admonish but the two only smirk down at you. Jimin steps forehead and immediately your confidence deflates, your pussy clamping at how good your boyfriend looks in the low light of the restaurant and city lights.

“But you enjoyed it. And there’s a whole lot more where that came from” Jimin says, grabbing you by the waist and dragging you over to Jungkook’s car. He beckons you to slip into the backseat, and you quickly slide in. However, you don’t expect Jimin to walk over to the driver seat or Jungkook to slide in next to you. He turns to you with a small reassuring smile and you smile back, a light blush on your cheeks as you remember how good his fingers felt.

“Jungkookie, I’m going to drive us home where we’ll give ____ her entire present. Until then, I think you should make her scream” Jimin says as he looks at the two of you through the rear-view mirror. Your eyes widen slightly and Jungkook laughs.

“Gladly hyung” Jungkook says before turning to you. He pulls you in for a quick kiss, his soft lips pressing into you before breaking away and trailing kisses down your jaw and neck. Your hands trail from his shoulders to the nape of his neck, fingers curling through his hair as he slowly pushes your body down on the seat. He kneels down on the floor of the car, the position slightly awkward.

Spreading your legs, Jungkook slips his hands under your dress and pulls your thong down your legs before bringing it up to his nose, inhaling deeply with a groan. You watch his actions with lust filled, half lidded eyes, Jungkook’s large, doe eyes stare directly into yours as he slowly spreads your legs, exposing your bare pussy to his eyes. He lets out a small hiss at how wet you are, slightly swollen from being fingered, lips and clit puffy with arousal. He licks his lips and nuzzles his nose against your folds, whining at the smell of your sweet pussy.

“I knew you’d have a pretty cunt. God, you smell so good. You have no idea how long I’ve waited to taste this pretty little pussy” Jungkook confesses and you’re taken aback by the sudden dirty talk. You had no idea that sweet, innocent little Jungkook could say such words. Your core flutters and you know Jungkook sees from the way he licks his lips, eyes staring directly at your cunt.

He lunged forward and pressed his soft lips against your folds, licking along the slit in one slick motion, revelling in the way you begin leaking with each passing second. You shudder in arousal and spread your legs even further, trying to give him as much access as you possible can. Your hands slowly delve into his hair, finger nails raking along his scalp as he moves his tongue up and down your slick pussy lips, tasting each and every inch of you except for that one spot. You throw your head back, hitting it against the car seat as your eyes flutter closed, revelling in the way his tongue works you over. Your hips slowly begin rocking against his face, Jungkook’s hands trailing under you to grip handfuls of your fleshy ass, pulling your hips off of the seat and closer into his face.

“Jung-kook, please” You stammer, as he continuously avoids your clit. Your head lolls to the side and you try to open your eyes but suddenly he’s plunging his tongue inside you, slurping at your juices and you buck hard into his mouth, your eyes shutting from ecstasy once again. You feel Jungkook smirk against your folds but you’re too far gone to care. Your stomach clenches and you can feel the coil in your stomach slowly tighten as you feel your orgasm nearing.

“Fuck that’s so hot… we’re almost home. Jungkook, make her cum” Jimin orders and Jungkook moans at the way your pussy clamps around his tongue. Jungkook’s tongue begins moving even faster, lashing against your cunt as he eats you out messily. His lips are soaked in your juices and the car is filled with the scent of your musk, the sound of your soft whimpers and your soaked pussy.

All of a sudden, Jungkook’s lips wrap around your engorged, neglected little bundle of nerves. You let out a small shriek, hips bucking wildly, fingers tightening in his hair as he begins suckling and nibbling. Your thighs begin shaking and when Jungkook sucks particularly hard, you cum all of a sudden. You cry out his name, your stomach clenching as your muscles contract forcefully, back arching violently. Jungkook continues suckling on the nib, nipping it gently and licking torturously slow as he draws out your orgasm. His hands on your ass gripping tighter as he pulls your pussy flush against his lips; eyes focus on the way your face is crumpled into an expression of pure, unadultered rapture.

You cum wet and Jungkook groans at the sudden gush of wetness from your core, his mouth detaching from your clit to move back to your core. His lips suckle at your honeyed hole, tongue laving and lapping up all your cum as you continuously gush out and onto his tongue. You’re thick and sticky in his mouth, his tongue completely coated with the taste of you. He swallows your cum, drinking you up as if a man starved. Your legs continuously shake around his face as you breathe heavily, the high of your orgasm slowly ebbing away and leaving you with nothing but the need to be filled up.

The car comes to a halt, the two of you jerking slightly. Jungkook catches you quickly and you lay limp against him. Your muscles feel like jelly and you’re far too lethargic in your post orgasmic bliss to move. You hear a car door opening and suddenly Jimin is by your side, slowly picking up your limp form. You press lazy kisses into his jaw, hands trailing all over his chest.

“Want you. Want you both in me” You say, voice slightly whiny and Jimin’s grip around your waist tightens.

“Don’t worry Angel, the night hasn’t ended yet” Jimin says and you can hear the slight threat in his voice. With each passing second, the euphoria of your high fades and you slowly come to. Excitement buzzes in your veins as Jimin and Jungkook enter your building. The three of you walk over to the lift, and before long you’re at your apartment door.

Jimin quickly finds your keys in your purse, unlocking your door. He gestures of Jungkook to carry you into your room. You can hear them speaking to each other, but it’s too quiet for you to discern what it is exactly that they are saying. You don’t have to wait for long however because soon Jungkook is grabbing you by the waist and dragging you to your bedroom, Jimin wandering off somewhere else. You and Jungkook stand in the threshold of your bedroom, his eyes gazing down at you as he takes in your beautifully flushes faced and blown out eyes; undoubtedly your body still quivering from the aftershocks of your orgasm. Jungkook’s hand moved to cup your neck, fingers splaying across the delicate flesh of your throat. His other hand wandered around to the tie at the back of your dress; the only thing keeping the wrap of your dress held together.

Nimble fingers slowly untie the ribbons; the material of your dress falling open and exposing some of your flesh to the chill of your room. Jungkook’s mouth dries up as he slowly unwraps you; his long dexterous fingers slowly slide across the smooth expanse of your back and you let out a quiet gasp as his cold palms brush against your warm skin. Jungkook presses his palm firmly into the small of your back and pulls you in close. He slowly walks you backwards, pushing you until your knees hit the bend and then he gets to work. Bending over, his lips brush against your throat, your head thrown back as you bear the rest of your neck to him. He slowly hunches over, pressing soft kisses against your collar bone as he slowly slides your dress off of you, kissing each inch of skin as it’s slowly exposed.

He brushes the material off your body, leaving you completely exposed; standing completely naked in front of him. Your nipples immediately harden from the cold of your room and Jungkook’s eyes darken as he takes in the sight of your flushed body, breath slightly laboured. His hand moves to grip at your hip, thumb brushing against your hip bone. Slowly he teases his hands up your side before cupping your breast from the side, flicking your nipple up and down between his thumb. You let out a small whine and arch into his touch, Jungkook groaning from above you.

“Gods, you have no fucking idea how long I’ve waited to see you like this. How much it killed me knowing Jimin got to see you fucked out under him every day. You’re so beautiful, it’s not fair he gets to have you to himself. I should have had you, I saw you first. It’s not fair” Jungkook confesses, eyes dark with desire and truth as he takes in every single inch of your body. You can almost cut the tension with a knife as you stare at Jungkook, unsure of what to do or say because how do you respond to your boyfriend’s best friend practically confessing to you just before you engage in a threesome with said boyfriend’s best friend and boyfriend.

“It’s not my fault I plucked the courage to ask her out first” Jimin suddenly says and suddenly you’re blushing, guilt almost pooling in your stomach. But Jimin’s tone is light and teasing and you wonder if something was going on that you didn’t know. Jungkook lets out a small scoff before shrugging.

“Did you get it?” Jungkook asks and Jimin nods before brandishing a roll of three-inch-wide, red silk ribbon along with a few other items that he keeps hidden from view in a bag. Your abdomen immediately plummets and your loins ignite with fire as you imagine just what they’ve planned for you.

“Get on the bed Angel, on your knees” Jimin commands and you slowly comply on shaky legs. You turn around crawl towards the middle of the bed, Jungkook and Jimin sucking in a breath as they take in the sight of your rounded ass, wet pussy peeking through your soft fleshy thighs. You turn yourself over and place your wrists together in front of you, legs under you with your knees bent.

“Fuck… that’s a beautiful sight” Jungkook says as he takes the ribbon and slowly wraps them around your wrists, binding them together. He brings them up to his lips and presses a soft kiss on the heel of your palms.

“Is that alright? Too tight?” Jungkook asks, concern etched on his face and you move your wrists slightly before shaking your head. The ribbons are secure enough to keep your wrists bound, the material of the silk soft and leaving enough space for your blood to circulate.

“No, it’s perfect thank you” You say with a slight blush and Jungkook smiles his little bunny smile above you.

“Do you have a safe word Sweetheart?” Jungkook asks and you feel your core throb, wondering just what they had in store that may require you to use your safe word. Meanwhile, Jimin slowly pulls up a chair, making himself comfortable as he watches the two of you with dark eyes. You assume he’s not going to join in until later, simply watching his best friend fuck you. The thought turns you on beyond what you thought was possible.

“Raspberries” You reply and Jungkook and he nods before placing another kiss on your temple. And then he flips you over onto your knees so fast, you almost get whiplash. You’re slightly reeling from his sudden change in demeanour; long gone the innocent little maknae and in his place a muscular, 21-year old man, who’s ready to fuck you until you’re quivering.

“You’ve got the nicest ass, you know?” Jungkook says before spanking it, watching the way it jiggles. You let out a small moan and thrust your ass back out, shaking it slightly.

“Fuck, if I’d known how submissive you really were… I’d have fucked you long ago” Jungkook groans, his voice a couple octaves deeper, voice gravelly and dripping with his Busan Satoori.

His hands wandered along the length of your back before cupping one of your ass cheeks in his huge palm, slowly spreading it open. You bit your lip, head burrowing into the pillow as you were completely exposed for him. You feel one of his other hands brush against your hot, dewy lips. You’re complete drenched now. Strings of your arousal drip out of you in thick gloopy strands. Your thighs glisten under the light, your arousal leaking out of you in such copious amounts Jungkook had a feeling he could just slide into you without any resistance.

“Jungkook-“ You groan out, his thumbs slowly spreading your cunt open. He places a soft kiss against your cunt and then he’s gone. You try to turn around but hear a tut of disapproval from your boyfriend.

“I don’t think we gave you permission to move Angel. Stay like that” Jimin orders and you whimper, your head turning back to burry into the sheets. You feel as if you’re on the edge of a knife, ass up in their air, thighs spread and face buried in the mattress and bound hands attempting to brace your body against the mattress. You can’t see what’s going on, but you can hear the rustling of plastic as Jungkook moves around. The tension is slowly driving you wild, unsure of what to do or what’s coming. You’re a sitting duck.

Suddenly, you hear a low buzzing sound and then Jungkook’s fingers are pushing a vibrator through your pussy lips. You let out a small shriek at the sudden intrusion, thighs quivering as he works the length of the small vibrator into you. The low, powerful vibrations rock throughout your walls, the stimulation forcing your pussy to clamp and clench uncontrollably. Jungkook slowly pushes in, until finally you feel the slightly flared base against the outer walls of your cunt. Jungkook spanks your ass again and you whimper under him, grinding against the air, thighs quivering with each and every one of the strong vibrations right at the apex of your thighs.

“I’m going to play with you like this Sweetheart, but don’t you dare cum. If you do, I’ll punish you” Jungkook warns and you let out a small groan as your pussy gushes with another stream of your slick.

Your body is already growing incredibly sensitive, especially with your previous orgasm and you’re unsure how you’re supposed to control yourself and stop yourself from cumming. Sweat beaded along your forehead as you tried to think of something, anything else to stop yourself from being pushed over the edge. A small part of you wanted to cum and accept the punishment; but you had no idea just how Jungkook would punish you and the other part of you didn’t want to take the chance. You bite your lips and attempt to shift, closing your thighs but it only causes the vibrations to intensifying, making you let out a small whine.

“Keep your thighs spread sweetheart. I don’t want you to move” Jungkook ordered and you almost sob at how unfair he’s being. You clench your fists into the sheets, nails digging into your palm and then Jungkook is turning your head slightly. You come face to face with Jimin and suddenly, you’re cursing him for the unfairness all over again.

There, sat on the seat, is your boyfriend. He’s still completely dressed in his suit, top button undone. But his hair is sweaty and pushed back, his trousers unbuttoned and cock pulled out. It stands high, at an average length but so achingly thick. His posture is relaxed, one hand gripping his thick shaft and mindlessly playing with the angry red head as his gaze is focused on you. The scene is completely erotic and you try to focus on something else, but the sight of Jimin’s cock just draws you in no matter how much you want to look away.

You don’t have to worry for too long however. Because suddenly, you feel the searing sensation of burning hot wax on the small of your back, just at the top of your fleshy ass cheeks. You let out a hiss of pain laced with pleasure, back arching and legs shaking as the wax begins cooling against your skin. You let out a small cry, the pain of the wax mingling with the pleasurably vibrations between your legs. There’s no way you won’t cum, you can already feel your end nearing and Jungkook has barely even begun playing with you.

“Oh… gods” You breathe out, your voice stuttered as Jungkook drips another few drops of the wax on your skin, this time just above your pussy. You bite your lip so hard, you break the skin and the taste of metal iron fills your mouth. Jungkook pressed a kiss to your pussy, the vibrator shifting slightly and nudging against your g-spot. You buck your hips, trying to get away from him but Jungkook continuously alternates between dripping the hot wax on your skin and peppering light kisses, trying to alleviate the smarting skin.

“Please… Jungkook, I’m going to cum” You mewl, you can feel the intense pooling of heat in your abdomen and no you’re end is near. You buck into him, wanting more as your toes clench and unclench in anticipation. And then, suddenly it all stops. Jungkook rips the vibrator out of you and your pussy is clenching around nothing.

“No! Please!” You scream, begging for release but Jungkook simply tuts, spanking your ass.

“I said no” Jungkook says and you can feel the way he’s eying your leaking hole, watching the way your muscles imperceptibly shake. You can feel the impending orgasm slowly fade away and you’re left feeling empty again. And then Jungkook is pushing the vibrator back into you. You let out a little squeal, the powerful vibrations once again rocking through your entire body. Jungkook begins dripping wax over you again, this time on different erogenous spots on your back as he suckles tiny kisses into your inner thighs, leaving little flower bruises.

The intensity of the vibrations and Jungkook’s ministrations quickly bring your orgasm back with a raging vengeance. However, Jungkook can now spot the signs of your oncoming climax and once again he’s pulling away just at the crux of your high. You let out a pained cry as once again your orgasm is ripped away from you. You cry in frustration, small tears rolling down your cheeks as you practically beg him to let you cum. Jungkook’s refuses, simply waiting for your approaching orgasm once again fade away. And then it begins all over again, Jungkook pushing the vibrator into you.

“Don’t cum. I’m not going to control it now. If you cum, I will punish you” Jungkook warns once again and you shake your head with a cry, knowing that there’s no way you’d be able to stop yourself from cumming at this point.

You’re far too sensitive, your nerves burning with pleasure and pussy almost painfully aching from hypersensitisation and the continuous pulsing of the vibrator in your pussy. And then abruptly, you felt the sweltering sensation of wax near your clit. You all but scream at the pain and then he’s peeling off the cooled wax and wrapping his mouth around the small bundle of nerves, soothingly laving at it. He lightly suckles your clit and you know you’re fucked.

The mixture of the pain along with Jungkook’s suckling mixed with the vibrations in your pussy push you over the edge. You cum and you cum hard, screaming out his name as your muscles lock. Your back arches and you throw your head back, eyes rolling into the back of your skull. Jungkook continues suckling at your clit, his fingers now thrusting the vibrator in and out of you and suddenly your vision goes white, black spots blinding your vision.

Jungkook jerks back slightly when your force of your contracting pussy pushes the vibrator out of you. And then you’re gushing, your pussy squirting all over his shirt and the bed; leaving everything wet and covered in your cum. His mouth wraps around your leaking hole, lapping at your quivering walls and drinking in your thick cum. You cry out his name, begging him to stop as your body is pushed into oversensitivity, wrists fighting the bindings so that you could push him off of you. But Jungkook continues, drawing out of orgasm and then forcing you to ride out the aftershocks.

When your orgasm finally subsides and you come back too, your vision clearing, the first thing you see is Jimin stroking his cock. His thumb slowly playing with his head as he rubs around his leaking precum. His cock looks wet and sticky and you yearn to wrap your mouth around his cock and have him fuck your face. Your legs are still shaking and you whine as Jungkook continuously laps at your dripping cum. You feel the wet, stickiness of the sheets around you and groan as you realised you squirted. Jungkook finally pulls away and then he’s grabbing your hair, pulling it and turning you to face him. He’s got a domineering look on his face, lips pulled into a smirk as he towers over you.

“I don’t think I gave you permission to cum Sweetheart. I think you need to be reminded off who’s in charge” Jungkook says and you immediately blanch, your blood running cold. You feel his large hand pushing your head back into the bed and you try to plead with him, but you’re cut off by a loud slap that echoes through the room and a sudden stinging sensation on the flesh of your ass, a cry forcing itself out of you. Jungkook smirks above you, his large hand raised before bringing it down hard against your supple ass once again, watching with lust as your ass ripples under him while you cry out loudly. His spanks are harder than before, the punishing force behind each and every impact increasing with each and every one of his spanks.

“Be quiet Sweetheart, unless you want someone to hear you” Jungkook warns as he continues spanking your ass until it’s raw and bruised. His words fall on deaf ears however as you continuously scream and cry out under him, tears spilling down your cheeks as you tried to shift your ass to evade the blows. Your hips raised up and moved side to side to try and dodge the spankings, but each and every one of Jungkook’s strikes land on target. You sob and struggle under him, wrists pulling at the silk ties binding your hands as you try and keep yourself up right but your actions only feed into Jungkook’s spank as he continues his punishment, your ass growing redder and redder as he continued.

“Jungkook… stop… oh god please. It hurts,” You beg and cry under him as pain flares along your ass cheeks. Jungkook simply moves his hand down slightly, spreading out his spanks as he begins to slap your thighs, the sensation making you squeal in protest. Jungkook’s hand pulls your head up by your hair, but he continues slapping your ass.

You’re crying freely now, makeup smeared and undoubtedly messy as you stare at the way Jimin is furiously palming his cock, his gaze focused on your ass. The sight of your tears however, has Jimin immediately getting up and walking over to you. His face is etched into one of concern as he kneels in front of you. His hands slowly wipe at your tears, kissing your face. He looks at your crying, screaming form as Jungkook continuously spanks your ass raw. Jimin’s eyes search your face, eyebrows creasing slightly as he realises how intensely Jungkook is spanking your ass.

“Angel… do you need to use the safe word? You remember it right? It’s raspberries” Jimin says, slightly concerned that you may have forgotten as he soothingly wipes your tears away. He knows you enjoy pain mixed with your pleasure, but he was worried that Jungkook was pushing you beyond what you could handle and that the pain was outdone by the pleasure. However, to his surprise, he’s cut off when you shake your head, your demeanour changing slightly as you stop evading the blows. Jungkook watches you carefully, his spanks slowing down as you whimper and cry beneath him. Jimin sends Jungkook a look and he spanks you one last time. Jimin picks you up and kisses you softly, your body still shaking and ass smarting. Jungkook’s palm slowly smooths over your burning ass, appreciating his work and cooing you with soft kisses to your temple.

“Shh. Angel, shhh, stop crying now. It’s okay, you did so well. You were so good for Jungkookie. You took your punishment so well Angel. You’re such a good girl” Jimin praises as he joins Jungkook in peppering your temple wit soft kisses. You hiccup between them, the tears finally stopping, your hips squirming from the sensation of Jungkook’s jean glad thighs brushing against your red raw ass. Jimin begins playing with your clit, amazed at how sopping wet you still are.

“You were so good Sweetheart. So good. Our baby deserves a reward” Jungkook groans as his fingers join Jimin’s in playing with your pussy. Jimin slowly kisses down your body before pressing light kisses into your breast. His mouth takes a nipple into his mouth, suckling and nibbling lightly as Jungkook mindlessly teased your pussy.

“Please. Please, I need you in me. Anywhere, please” You beg, your throat hoarse and gravelly from screaming.

“I think you deserve that after being such a good girl” Jungkook says. You hear the rustling of clothing as you assume Jungkook begins stripping, Jimin still licking and suckling at your nipples.

Jungkook spreads your legs slightly, rubbing his length up and down your completely sodden pussy, teasing your engorged clit and sending electrical waves of pleasure running up and down your spine. Jungkook leans over slightly, kissing the back of your shoulder blade. You trembled in anticipation as Jungkook loomed over you. His thumbs slowly spread your cunt open, exposing the wet flesh of your insides and he lets out a little groan, eyes fixated on the way your pussy pulsates.

“God, you look so tight, but you’re so wet you’re dribbling all over the bed” Jungkook says, and then he’s spitting on his cock, rubbing it up and down before slowly guiding his cock into you. You whimper when the tip of his cock presses against the tight ring of muscle, not enough to penetrate but enough to tease.

“Do you want Kookie to fuck you Angel? I know I do. I want to watch as he fucks you open. I want to watch him fill you up with cum. And then I’ll fill you up with my cum too. Would you like that Angel?” Jimin asks, breaking away from your tits to stare at you deeply. You nod frantically, wanting nothing more than to have both their seed dripping out of you.

“Then tell him. Ask Jungkook to fuck you” Jimin says, pushing your hair behind your forehead. You’re currently on your knees, face to chest with Jimin, your bound wrists wresting against Jimin’s chest, palms pressing into the skin.

“Jungkook… fuck me please” You beg, head turning back and looking at him with pleading eyes. The way you beg has Jungkook losing all semblance of his restraint and he rears his hips back before thrusting forward with every ounce of his strength.

The rounded head of his dick paired with your slick easily has him forcing his way inside of you. Jungkook continues pushing in and you let out a shuddering scream, body shaking at the intrusion. He’s incredibly thick, not as thick as Jimin, but considerably longer. Jungkook continues pushing into you, manoeuvring his hips so that he can fit into the tight velvet cavern that is your pussy. The action forces a scream out of you, hips rotating and body shaking as you tried to take him all into you. You mouth gapes open, panting loudly and almost losing consciousness at the feeling of finally being so full.

“Oh fuck” Jungkook hisses as he finally bottoms out. He stills suddenly, one to allow your incredibly tight pussy to grow accustomed to his size, but also so he doesn’t cum from the sweeping moment of the incredible tightness of your rippling pussy. A couple moments later, Jungkook begins pulling himself out, groaning at the way your pussy clamps around him, trying to keep him inside. The sight is too much for him and he begins a punishing pace, mercilessly thrusting his cock into your body, forcing cries of pleasure out from under you.

“Is Kookie fucking you good Angel?” Jimin asks, his lips pressing into the supple skin of your throat. You nod above him, breathing heavily as you attempt to unbutton Jimin’s shirt with shaky hands. Jimin chuckles and presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth, his own fingers helping you in ridding him off his suit blazer and shirt. As soon as his chest is exposed, you press your palms against it, slowly kissing and licking at his collarbones, leaving dark bruises in your wake.

Your skin is sweat soaked and only aids in the slapping noises of your skins against each other. Your muscles tense and flex involuntarily under Jungkook from the waves of pleasure wrought on your body from his thick cock spearing into you. Your hips roll to meet with each and every one of his thrusts, the loud slap of your meeting hips echoing through the room. Jimin grabs you by the throat, and pulls you up for another kiss, your body jerking against him with the force of each and every one of Jungkook’s thrusts. One of Jimin’s hands moves to play with your clit, causing you to let out a strangled cry, your hands reaching out to grasp Jimin’s cock.

“Fuck. Yeah, wank me off baby. God you’re so good. Does it feel good? Does it feel good having Jungkook fuck you open? Is he fucking you good Angel?” Jimin asks, his cock thrusting into your palms. You nod frantically, loving the way Jungkook’s head brushes against you g-spot every time he fucks into you. Jimin throws his head back, roughly thrusting his hand between your palms, the way his cock brushes against the soft silk only adding to his pleasure.

Jungkook forces himself deeper into you, your cries growing louder as his hips slam viciously into your still raw ass, the painful stings from your previous punishment mingling in with the smacking of his hips against your ass. The combined pain and pleasure has your eyes rolling back into your skull. Your toes begin curling, voice straining as your moans grow louder when you feel your orgasm approaching. Jimin smirks above you and then suddenly he’s pressing the vibrator against your clit.

“Chim- KOOK” You scream both their names, your body lurching and muscles flexing uncontrollably as Jimin presses the vibrator firmly and harshly against your throbbing clit. You breathing labours as you pant between them. Your fingers flex against Jimin’s cock, the soft tremors of them stimulating Jimin even further.

“Are you cumming Angel? Cum. Cream Jungkookie’s cock with your cum” Jimin orders. Jungkook has lost himself in the slick tightness that was your pussy, the sounds of his hip slapping against your still sensitive ass filling his ears. You begin crying out loudly, both his and Jimin’s ministrations finally becoming too much. Tears prickle in your ears and you cry out their names loudly as you finally relax and begin cumming around Jungkook’s cock.

Jungkook hisses at the way you tighten, both of you moaning and grunting, hips rolling and grinding in a stilted rhythm as you both hit the crux of your climax. Jungkook roars and shoves you forward, forcing you to release Jimin’s cock as he thrusts as hard and fast as he could into your body. You grip the covers at the edge of the bed, as Jungkook jackhammers into you with all his might. His chest is pressed against your back, raging cocking pulsating and burning inside you. Your pussy milks him for all he’s worth, velvety walls ripping around his smooth shaft.

Finally, with one last thrust, he climaxes. His cum erupts out of his dick, exploding inside you in an eruption of a white warm mess. He pushes his cock as deep into you as he could, filling you with his thick cum. You scream at the sensation of him cumming in your pussy, his load so hot that it feels like it’s burning you alive. Your pussy clenches tight, gripping Jungkook so tight that it practically tries to expel him out of you, making him whine in oversensitivity. You panted, body flopping into the mattress and muscles quivering as you both came down from your highs, Jungkook’s cock still buried deep inside you.

Jimin removes the vibrator from your clit and pushes Jungkook away. He flips you over onto your back, loving the way your tits bounce when you flop on the mattress below him. Jimin slowly spread your legs, watching in perverse satisfaction at the way Jungkook’s cum spills out of your fucked open cunt. Jimin rubs his cock up and down your pussy lips and you shake your head, far too sensitised. Jimin’s fingers play with the cum dripping out of you, his thick fingers sticking into you and pulling out Jungkook’s cum before pushing it back into you.

“Shit, Angel. Kookie’s cum is dripping out of you. He filled you up so much baby, fuck his baby into you” Jimin groans as he continues scooping Jungkook’s cum out of you, only to push it back into you. You whined at the stimulation, your pussy still in the aftershocks of your last orgasm. You feel Jungkook flop down beside you, his chest heaving. He flips onto his slide, pressing his head against your tits and soft playing with your sensitive nipples.

“I fucked her belly full of my seed, she’s going to be so swollen with my baby” Jungkook replies, his voice slightly taunting and Jimin let’s out a mix of a strained moan of pleasure and a possessive growl. He pushes his cock into you all of a sudden and you cry out with a yelp, wrists straining against the ribbons as you tried to push him away. Jungkook grabs your wrists and pulls them above you, keeping them locked in his grip. Jimin slides his cock in easily, the stretch slightly painful from both his enormously thick girth and the oversensitivity of your walls.

Jimin bends over and plunges his tongue into your mouth, pulling you in for a bruising kiss. He bites your lip gently, drawing out a pleasurable moan from you as he continues thrusting his cock into your tight cunt. Jimin pulls out completely, watching the way his cock leaves your pussy completely drenched in a mixture of both yours and Jungkook’s cum before thrusting back in. Your pussy squelched, the remnants of Jungkook’s cum being fucked both in and out of you from Jimin’s punishing pace. You cried underneath him, sobbing out his name as your pussy ached from both his and Jungkook’s battering.

“Jimin, I can’t please” You beg but Jimin simply growls.

“Not until I’ve fucked my cum into you Angel. Jungkook got to breed your pretty little pussy, but now it’s my turn. I’m going to fuck you so hard and then I’m going to fill this pretty cunt with my cum. Jungkookie and I are gonna get you nice and pregnant. Get you all swollen with our babies and then we’ll fuck even more of our cum into you” Jimin growls, his voice low and harsh and you throw your head back, pussy clamping at his words. Jimin hisses, one hand moving to play with your clit.

“You like that sweetheart? Yeah you do. I know you do. You love the idea of the both of us filling you with our cum. Breeding you over and over again until you’re leaking with our cum for days. Do you want that?” Jimin asks and you whine, your hips thrusting into his. Jimin however, doesn’t accept that as an answer and pinches your clit, drawing another cry out of you.

“I asked you a question Angel. Do you want me to fill you with my cum? To fill you up until you’re all swollen with my seed? Carrying my babies?” Jimin asked, angling his cock to thrust against your g-spot repeatedly. He spreads your legs wider, burying his cock into the hilt repeatedly, ball deep in your cunt; pelvic bone skimming across your clit with every thrust. One of his hands moves to splay against your abdomen, pressing into you and forcing you to tighten around him, feeling him deep in your guts.

“Yes! Please! Please cum in me. Fill me up with you cum… Jimin please” You plead, voice cracking as your throat strains to get the words out. Jimin grips your thigh, pushing it against your chest. The change in position allows him even deeper into you. You mewl under him, Jimin’s hands gripping at your hips and pulling you into his cock. He began impaling his cock even faster into you, his hips moving as a blur, his dick pumping into you over and over again.

Jimin shifted once again, knowing exactly where all your sweet spots are. You let out a small cry when his tip hammered into your g-spot over and over again, screeching out his name. You could feel your womb begin to tighten again, your words now incoherent as you lost every semblance of sanity. Your muscles contracted and you pulled against your restraints, wanting nothing more than to wrap your arms around him and pull him close to you. Jimin hissed, his hand moving down and pulling the leg that was pressed against your chest over his shoulder.

Jimin moves his hand back to your clit, fingers playing with your clit, rolling, prodding and pinching the nub as you cried out. You were far too gone into your own pleasure to know what was going on anymore, lost in the euphoric haze that was your building orgasm. All you could feel was Jimin fucking into you as hard and fast as he could, the way he grunted and panted over you, the sound of your skin slapping against each other. Jimin felt you walls clamp around him rhythmically once again and knew your orgasm was drawing nearer.

“Jimin…” You breathed out and your boyfriend shuddered at the sound. He bent over, capturing your lips between his.

“I know. It’s okay, last one. Last one and I’ll cum in you and fill you up okay? Just give me one more. Cum for me one more time” Jimin says, and then he pinches your clit. You still under him, Jimin continuously thrusting and when he pushes in particularly deep, you have no choice but to cum all over him. Jimin hisses, feeling you clamp uncontrollably around him. The leg braced against his shoulder rattles against his chest as he licks the outer shell of your ear.

Your eyes flutter shut and you vision goes blank for the second time that night, blinding white spots filling your vision. Jimin feels you clamp up, tighter than before and he knows you’re cumming from the way you whine and writhe underneath him. He feels you squirt around him and lets out a soft groan. Jimin pushes himself as deep as he possibly could before feeling his balls tighten. He roars out your name, spurt after spurt of cum shooting out of him and into your willing body. He groans, hips moving in small thrusts as he fills you up to the brim, displacing Jungkook’s cum with his own. Both your breaths are laboured, tingles running up and down his spine as you quiver under him. The two of you gasp for air, as you came down from your highs.

Jimin pulls out, watching the way his cum spills out of your fucked-out hole. His fingers push into you, making you whine and struggle against your restraints as you try to push him away. When Jimin finishes pushing his cum back into you, he flops over you, arms braced on either side of you, Jungkook rolling to the side to give him more space. He takes in your face, your eyes barely managing to stay open, sweat soaked skin plastered to your face. You’re still twitching every now and then and a small part of him feels guilty for pushing you so far. He draws back onto his knees and begins undoing the ribbons around your hands.

His eyes droop slightly at the slight red bruising around your skin from where you pulled against the restraints. He brings your wrists to his lips and pressed soft kisses into them. Jimin moves from between your thighs and you moan in protest when you attempt to close them, the discomfort of being stretched and battered so much already settling in. Jimin presses light kisses against your temple before getting up and moving towards your bathroom. Faintly you heard him running the bath and sighed, knowing that you were too tired to do anything but needed the soothing relief of the warm water considering every single one of your muscles was protesting.

You feel Jungkook press into your side, his face nuzzled into your throat, pressing lazy kisses into the skin. You stiffen slightly, unsure of how to react. You know that Jimin had given him permission to fuck you, but this was beyond sex. This was intimate. The way he pressed kisses into your neck, the feel of his naked body against yours, the way his hand wandered up and down your body, caressing your abdomen and breast. A small part of you wondered how he went from being so dominant in bed to being such a baby within the span of two minutes. Just as you’re about to say something, the two of you hear Jimin call out.

“Guk, bring her here. Her bath is ready” Jimin calls and Jungkook gets up and slips his hands under you, carrying you bridal style. You whine in pain when your muscles smart, the achy soreness crying out for the feel of a warm bubble bath.

When you get to the bathroom, you realise Jimin has already stripped down and submersed himself in the bath. Jungkook carefully places you between Jimin’s spread legs before climbing in on the opposite end. It’s a tight squeeze, but somehow you manage. Jungkook pulls your feet into his lap, skilled arms running over your calves and slowly massaging them under the warm soapy water. Your head lolls back to rest between the crook of Jimin’s neck and collarbone, Jimin’s hands running over your soft belly before light massaging your thighs.

You let out a little sigh of content, enjoying the feel of both men running their hands over your aching muscles, soothing the soreness in them. You briefly feel Jimin’s fingers press into your pussy, running his hands through the folds as he cleans you off of their dried cum as thoroughly as he can. Jungkook reaches for your loofa, running the abrasive material against your right leg, pulling it up to press a soft kiss on your ankle before repeating his actions on the second leg. You heart speeds up at his thoughtful actions and you want to be grateful but it only brings you more confusion as to not only your feelings towards him, but also why Jimin was so okay with you sharing such intimate moments with him.

“Are you enjoying your birthday present Angel?” Jimin asks, pressing a light kiss on your shoulder and you preen under his attention but your brows furrow slightly

“I thought it was just the sex that was the present?” You ask curiously and Jungkook looks at you slightly nervously, Jimin chuckling.

“Angel… yes it was. But it’s more than that. I meant what I said, I don’t mind sharing you with Jungkook. He likes you and I know you like him too. That is, if you want this to be a thing. It can just be sex. It can just be a one-time thing. But if you want to be in a relationship with both of us, that’s okay too. Your choice Angel” Jimin says and you abruptly understand the nervousness on Jungkook’s face.

You’re unsure of what to think. A hundred thoughts are running through your head. How would this turn out? Jimin was jealous and Jungkook was competitive. But they were also best friends and group mates, you didn’t want this to come between them. Also, how would it work? You and Jimin have been in a relationship for years, what would it be like introducing Jungkook into it? Would your friends accept? Polyamorous relationships were slowly becoming more normal but that didn’t mean it wasn’t frowned upon. And then what about their fans? Would they approve? Would they send you hate? Would they hate the boys? There were hundreds of cons as to why this wouldn’t work, but as you looked at Jungkook’s face, you realised it didn’t matter. There were pros and cons to every relationship. But there was only one thing, one pro that really mattered. And that was, that you had feelings for both Jimin and Jungkook.

You looked at Jungkook’s nervous face. His hair slightly wet and flipping in front of his eyes. His eyebrows were knitted slightly, in one of both fear, nervousness and hope. His large doe eyes looked at you pleading but also a part of you knew that if you said no, he’d bow out graciously. Jungkook runs the loofa against the bottom of your calf, breaking your gaze as he awaits your decision with bated breath. Your face softens at his tender, affectionate touches; loving the attention he’s paying to you.

“If… if you don’t mind… I’d like to try,” You say after a while and Jungkook’s head snaps up. His eyes rapidly scan your face for any doubts, but when he finds none, his face lights up and his lips pull into his trademark bunny grin.

And then he jumps and rushes over to you, completely forgetting that the three of you are in a bath. You let out a laugh, giggling when water splashes on your bathroom tiles as Jungkook leans over you; sandwiching you between him and Jimin. Jungkook ecstatically presses kisses all over your face and you giggle at how happy he is, Jimin playfully complaining about how they’d have to clean up the bathroom. But you don’t care.

Because you’d just gotten the best birthday gift.

A/N: lmao don’t even @ me because i know i’m going to hell but i’m taking y’all with me

Masterlist

[wotnahq]

Lucy Marie Cage • 26 • Female (she/her) • Metahuman • Astral Manipulation • Civilian

BIOGRAPHY

TRIGGER WARNINGS: STRONG VIOLENCE, BLOOD AND GORE

Lucy was born to Alec and Bianca Gale on 17th June 2019 in the city of Charlotte, North Carolina. She was the second child of her family, and the only blood descendant of her parents: Brendan, her older brother, was adopted before Lucy was born; Felix and Harriet, the twins among them, were adopted together when lucy was 2; Lily was fostered when she turned 8, shortly after Lucy’s 13th birthday. Cora was the eldest, a runaway from an abusive family - she sought shelter in their home, and ended up staying to become part of the family. Their father worked as a history professor at Queens University of Charlotte, while her mother was a secretary for a law firm, and so they lived in a large apartment near the city centre.

Despite their wealth, Alec and Bianca attempted to provide their children with as ordinary a life as they could. The siblings were sent to a nearby public school, where Lucy’s kind nature made her extremely popular, and her diligence for study propelled her through elementary and middle school. She was even offered a scholarship for a prestigious private highschool when she was 13. Although she would be attending a different school to Cora and Brendan, she jumped at the opportunity - taking a particular shining to the theatre and dramatic arts classes, she quickly found her niche and settled into the routine relatively quickly. The variety there astounded Lucy: she was part of the training group for cheerleading and played for the girl’s basketball team, but especially loved the opportunity to be a part of the school production that year. The time commitments placed a heavy strain on her, although she ensured she kept the stress and panic away from her family.

Three weeks before her 15th birthday, Lucy was woken up in the middle of the night with an excruciating burning sensation on her arm. In front of her eyes, a transparent black rune scorched itself onto her flesh, and she quickly showed it to her parents. Alec was confused, but Bianca already knew, from her position as a secretary, about the stories of the Metahumans that had recently begun spreading after an incident on the east coast. She knew in her heart that her daughter was another one. Initially she wanted to take Lucy for tests, to see if she was in danger, but Alec convinced her to give it time. Lucy herself was scared of the pain, as the rune burned like oil against her skin, but after seeing the panic and fear in her mother’s eyes, she did her best to keep a brave face and hold it in. It wouldn’t last long.

A year passed. Time revealed a dramatic alteration to Lucy herself: she became angry, hateful, and confessed to her parents that she had urges to hurt and even kill people. These initial shifts were contributed to her natural development, however the increasing urges were never diagnosed properly, even by mental health professionals. Although her parents were prepared for Lucy to change over her growth, especially with her differences, it quickly escalated - anger turned to threats, threats turned into violence, and violence turned to danger. Her father ended up locking her into a modified cell he had been building in a back room of their apartment, and there she remained for 5 years. The family claimed whenever necessary that Lucy was busy most of the time, which many believed after her dedication to work growing up, and all the while they kept her in the cell to prevent her from lashing out, with almost daily visits from her siblings and parents in her calm periods. Lucy would read books, play video games, and try to let them see that she was the same girl she’d been years ago, but keeping up such a façade became more and more of a challenge for her skills. The solitude of her new life - no more school, no more friends, no more nothing - combined with the violent thoughts and hatred that had spawned in her head began pushing her further and further from the girl she once was, and yet she kept it suppressed to convince her family she was okay.

On the night of her 22nd birthday, Lucy’s increasing talent for manipulation and acting paid off, and she was finally let out of the room to celebrate with her family. But this was the first time she’d seen the life they led without her, and it only fuelled her anger - how could they keep her trapped in that tiny room for years, while they lived like nothing was wrong? Did she, their own daughter and sister, mean so little to them? Nevertheless, keeping up her act of 5 years, she managed to get through the night, and stashed the knife they used to cut her birthday cake down the side of her boot before she was locked up again. The experience of that night brought back her happiest childhood memories, and she began to have second thoughts about her plan, but the later the hour became, the more those thoughts morphed into hatred: her childhood, a time that could’ve been filled with joy, was stolen from her by the ones who promised to give her the best life possible. They had promised her they’d never hurt her, that they’d do what they had to to protect her, but locking her up was not what they’d had to do. It was what they’d wanted to do. And she needed to make them pay.

Lucy used the knife to crack the lock of her cell and initially returned to her old room, to find that Cora had now moved in. Her bedroom, completely erased of her memories and made up for a girl who didn’t belong. The anger flared in her and buried any remaining hesitation lacing her heart, and after pinning the sleeping woman to the bed, she began garrotting her using wiring from the utility cupboard. The struggle didn’t cause her to think twice, she felt no guilt hearing Cora struggle to breathe, and she continued to slice the wiring deeper into her flesh. But it was now that Lucy finally discovered the purpose of her powers: as her sister ran out of oxygen, the essence leaked from her lips and curled up like a mist, and Lucy unwittingly breathed it in. Her adrenaline, her bloodlust, shot through the roof, and hatred overwhelmed the only human elements she held in her heart - her newfound strength turned the wire into a blade, removing Cora’s head under her push. Blood coated her hands, pouring across the sheets, and black mist poured from the parted lips of the head, filling Lucy’s lungs. It made her feel more powerful than she had ever been, but more importantly, it gave her the strength to decide that Cora would only be the first to die that night.

Each of her siblings fell victim to her one by one. Brendan was next, and a knife through the throat put him down quick enough. The twins would be harder, as one would attempt to save the other if Lucy was too loud, and so she slit each of their throats, leaving them to bleed out in mere seconds. And Lily… poor little Lily. Lucy would have fun with her. She nudged the girl awake, ensuring she hid any of the blood that dyed her hands, and let her give the killer one final tight hug. She soon lay in her bed, knife wounds dotting her stomach and chest, her eyes devoid of life. Lucy’s lungs were filled with each of their essences, her rune now pulsating on her skin, and her parents were next. She remained silent entering their room, and soon had her mother at knifepoint, drawing drips of blood as she taunted Alec to his feet. Every plead that the man made, every grovel, just pushed Lucy to realise how truly pathetic he was - he’d stolen her childhood because of his fear of what the girl could become. And now he saw how sadistic she could be: she slowly slit Bianca’s throat, absorbing every drop of essence, and let the bleeding corpse fall onto their bed. For Alec the knife wouldn’t be necessary, so she dropped it and pounced at him to pin him to the wall, her hands locked around his throat. Her transformed eyes finally revealed to him the last traces of his true daughter - dark, hollow, filled with nothing but hatred - before she snapped his neck. His essence was the strongest from the overwhelming pain and fear he’d felt in his final moments.

Now came the complex part: disposing of the bodies. A burial would raise suspicion and open Lucy to witnesses, so a crude disposal might be necessary. Only a few miles outside of the city was an old abandoned meat packing plant, and so every day, one by one, she transported the bodies to the plant to dump them into the grinder, smuggling them into the car Alec’s keys unlocked by stashing them in her gym bag when she left each day. Within a week her family’s bodies were disposed of, but even after the month ended, she felt not a tinge of guilt or sadness for what she’d done: finally she was allowed to feel the sun again, to leave her apartment, and if that meant she had to eliminate the obstacles, so be it. Lucy finally understood what her power was and what it could do, and she knew it was all that would keep her going now. The strength, the power, the control, it all flowed from the rune she’d once considered a curse and that had changed her life, and she had to keep it satisfied. But to do that properly she’d have to find a new home.

Lucy allowed herself a year to readjust to life, and over that year, she heard of the Nephilim’s attack on Pansaw, California. The organisation had quickly dropped into hiding, but their motivations sparked a thought in her head: what if her parents had only done it because she was a Meta? What if it was only for her differences? She managed to get access to her father’s money, which would help to maintain the façade that he was still alive, and used it to fund her identity change and facial surgeries, transforming her into Lucy Cage. Two months later, with every trace of blood and flesh cleaned away, Lucy called and organised removalists, and soon her family’s apartment was nothing but an empty shell, waiting for the next group to move in. She moved soon after to Pansaw, renting an apartment in Bostwick, and easily passed off her rune as a tattoo - nobody suspected her of being Meta, and there was no way she’d register with this new system. The Nephilim were right - they were the supreme kind, and humans would one day face a newly reformed Nephilim, with her as part of it.

By 2045 Lucy has settled into life in Pansaw - she has no work, but instead extorts and steals from victims she meets, and uses the money to fund her training in the dramatic arts at Pansaw University. A variety of disappearances and gruesome murders by a seemingly nonexistent killer have earned her the nickname of Ghost in the media, but now trained in her abilities, Lucy is in little to no danger of getting caught. She’s a new girl, with a new personality, new career, and new life, and no human will lock her or her kind up again - if they ever dared to try, she as a Metahuman would slice them down like she’d done to her family. She’s done it once, what could stop her from doing it again?

POWERS

ASTRAL MANIPULATION: Using essence harvested from dying souls, Lucy can create, shape and manipulate astral energy, allowing her instantaneous manipulation over the astral plane. She can interact with and see spirits, make spirits visible to others, tear holes in the barrier, and potentially even harm or kill the living utilising the spirits that cross. She can manipulate her own physical form and cross between the planes, allowing her movement and combat enhancements, as well as increase her strength and endurance using a liquefied version of essence.

WEAKNESSES

Her actions and powers can be suppressed, nullified, or reversed by other Astral Manipulation users. Steady source of essence is required for any and all powers. Very low levels of essence causes extreme grogginess, slower reaction times, and lowered coordination of any kind. Requires consistent concentration to maintain Astral Pain Suppression, Astral Attacks or Astral Phase. Concentrations of corruption, whether by natural cause or Lucy’s abilities, nearby in the astral plane has a severely adverse effect on Lucy when her rune attempts to absorb the excess as fuel. It then overflows into her physical form and temporarily causes extreme pain, as well as physical malformations.

PERSONALITY

+ Intelligent + Resourceful + Charismatic

– Fiery – Brutal – Destructive

[bottlecaprabbitgames]

Dragon Pact Changes

The story itself is being completely reworked as we speak, but there’s enough newly planned content to talk about!

New blurb

Times begin to change the night of your 22nd birthday when your father is murdered by someone you once trusted… and you are forced to flee from your home with nothing and no one but your bodyguard, Thane, in order to survive.

With the kingdom wanting the heads of the heir and their bodyguard, you must flee and keep moving… or so you thought. Not too long after your fleeing, a mysterious network finds you and offers you shelter. A group of peace, this network asks that you train and work with them to build your strengths before making any rash decisions or mistakes…

Yet, how do you know if you can trust these people? After all, you’ve trusted before, only to have that blow up in your face… So now you’ll have to decide if their words are worth any weight, how you will obtain the skills needed to take back your kingdom… and if your heart can handle the truths behind the lies, and if it can rely on another to help you build the air beneath your wings, so to speak.

The rest will be under the cut due to length!

ROs

There will still be 8 ROs in DP! Only Thane is staying from the original plans, though. The other 7 are part of the team you’ll be dealing with! I’m including the new ROs below along with the information people have asked for before.

Ezra

The team leader.

Deep purple hair.

Violet eyes.

Dark brown skin, has vitiligo.

5'11"(180.3 cm)

Broad-shouldered build with wider hips.

Age: 183

Mirielle

Explosives expert.

Long auburn hair kept loose.

Hazel eyes.

Lightly tanned skin.

4'11"(150 cm)

Stocky build. 

Age: 26

Loren

Esper.

Wavy blonde hair that goes just past their chin.

Usually pale blue eyes.

Fair skin.

5'6"(167.6 cm).

Slender, lithe build.

Age: 22

Saga

Healer/Poison expert.

Very curly dark brown hair that goes down to her shoulders.

Dark brown eyes.

Brown skin.

5'1"(154.9 cm)

Chubby build with wider hips.

Age: 25

Blythe

Infiltration expert.

Jet black hair kept short.

Vibrant blue eyes.

Deeply tanned skin.

6'2"(188 cm)

Muscular, broad-shouldered build.

Age: 32

Del

Tech expert.

Raven black hair kept rather long and shaved on one side.

Seafoam green eyes.

Pale, blue-tinged skin.

5'9"(175.3 cm)

Slender build.

Age: 53

Fenn

Magic expert/Second in command.

Long white hair usually pulled back into a braid.

Golden eyes.

Light sandy skin, has a scar trailing from her shoulder down to just below her ribcage.

6'5"(195.6 cm)

Curvy, slightly muscular build.

Has pointed ears and a tail.

Age: 869

Game Mechanics

Not much to say here except that the stats will change to reflect the new storyline. This will be rolled out with the next update which will add a few other things.

[justadddwater]

Thursday the 21st and Friday the 22nd workout and energy tings! Friday was my brother’s birthday so we also did a cheers to him too! 🎉🥳 (at Planet Fitness) https://www.instagram.com/p/CKglBcJA6yF/?igshid=t82gbrhb4lm3

[lavtiena]

—    BASICS.

▸     IS    YOUR    MUSE    TALL    /    SHORT    /    AVERAGE ?

Nessa’s on the taller side for females standing at 5′6

▸      ARE    THEY    OKAY    WITH    THEIR    HEIGHT ? 

She’s never really thought about it honestly.

▸      WHAT’S    THEIR    HAIR    LIKE ?

Vanessa’s hair comes down to the middle of her back, jet black tresses smelling of pumpkins and autumn leaves (there’s a hint of cigarette smoke but most people don’t get close enough to her to smell it). Her hair is fluffy, soft to the touch and when she feels like it sometimes she styles her bangs in front of her face or to the side.

▸     DO    THEY    SPEND    A    LOT    OF    TIME    ON    THEIR    HAIR     /    GROOMING ? 

Sometimes she likes to flat iron her hair before she goes to work but more often than not she’s okay with her hair the way that it is.

▸      DOES   YOUR   MUSE   CARE   ABOUT   THEIR   APPEARANCE   /   WHAT    OTHERS    THINK ? 

Not necessarily. Vanessa doesn’t like to draw too much attention to herself when she’s not in work-mode so she dresses conservatively but offsets  her appearance by wearing mute colors. However, because she has a somewhat less private lifestyle due to her standing in the entertainment industry she’s used to the ridicule of others. 

—    PREFERENCES.

▸     INDOORS    OR    OUTDOORS ? ▸     RAIN   OR    SUNSHINE ? ▸     FOREST    OR    BEACH ? ▸     PRECIOUS    METALS  OR    GEMS ? ▸     FLOWERS    OR    PERFUMES ? ▸     PERSONALITY  OR    APPEARANCE ? ▸     BEING    ALONE    OR    BEING    IN    A    CROWD ? ▸     ORDER    OR    ANARCHY ? ▸     PAINFUL    TRUTHS    OR   WHITE    LIES ? ▸     SCIENCE    OR    MAGIC ? ▸     PEACE    OR    CONFLICT ? ▸     NIGHT    OR    DAY ? ▸     DUSK    OR   DAWN ? ▸     WARMTH    OR    COLD ? ▸     MANY   ACQUAINTANCES    OR    A    FEW    CLOSE    FRIENDS ? ▸     READING    OR    PLAYING    A    GAME ?

—    QUESTIONNAIRE.

▸      WHAT    ARE    SOME    OF    YOUR    MUSE’S    BAD    HABITS ? 

Everyone hates the fact that Vanessa smokes. She’s not sure when she picked up the habit but for as long as she’s had access to cigarettes, they’ve helped with random anxiety attacks and has been a way for her to keep her personality on the lighter side of the temperament spectrum. I would say from a writing point of view, Vanessa has a habit of riding in the passengers seat when it comes to personal relationships - a lot of people walk over her and she knows. But I feel like because she doesn’t like to be alone, she kind of goes with it. 

▸      HAS    YOUR    MUSE    LOST    ANYONE    CLOSE    TO    THEM ?      HOW    HAS    IT    AFFECTED    THEM ?

As far as Vanessa knows, everyone important to her is still alive and well.

▸      WHAT    ARE    SOME    FOND    MEMORIES    YOUR    MUSE    HAS ?   

For her 22nd birthday, Lucy decided to come to Earth to spend an entire day with her in Portland, Oregon. Their day was spent hiking, trying out various donut shops (Vanessa’s favorite sweet) and doing anything that she had even the slightest of  interest in. Vanessa likes to think about that day often mainly because it was the only time when she received romantic attention and it gave her a different set of feelings she had never experienced before.

▸     IS    IT    EASY    FOR    YOUR    MUSE    TO    KILL ? 

Because Vanessa is visited and haunted by ghosts of all various circumstances, she wouldn’t be able to bring herself to do anything of the sort. Her hands were not meant to harm and it isn’t in her character to bring harm to anyone; physically or mentally.

▸      WHAT’S    IT    LIKE    WHEN    YOUR    MUSE    BREAKS    DOWN ? 

A mental breakdown comes to the radio host in the form of a tear streaked face, a blade clutched in trembling hands as her knees are pulled to her chest. It comes in the form of tearful pleas of release, of blossoming bruises on her stomach and visible shakes as her body is warped in despair. 

▸      IS    YOUR    MUSE    CAPABLE    OF    TRUSTING    SOMEONE    WITH    THEIR    LIFE ?

It’s possible, however no one has gotten her to this point. 

▸      WHAT’S    YOUR    MUSE    LIKE    WHEN    THEY’RE    IN    LOVE ?

Akira in love would be so soft and angelic, with shy kisses of reassurance in public and blushed tinged cheeks at declaration of love. It would be a territory she’s unsure about so she would constantly be hesitant and always asking if something she was doing was okay with her partner. I can see her being a lover that be a tad bit clingly, wanting to sleep with her partner and have them tag along to various photoshoots for moral support and just so she can have them around. I also see her being a giver, she’d be willing to give her lover the entire world if it were possible - which could be a bit problematic but I guess it would depend. (This is a rough guess for me because Akira has never been in love before)

tagged by: @witchtyranny​ (thank you sm bby!) tagging: @thecosmicsen​ / @kkotseo​ / @clairdclunc​ (minho) / @oleandercrowns​ (dorian) / @iinsomniis​ / @querenciant​ / @judeonae​ / @dulcedecorums​ / @foxcharmed​ / and anyone else that wants to do it uwu

[jennortegas]

alexis!! happy birthday, queen! i hope it's a good day. 💖

Thank you katie ily!!!

[motherwasapapafucker]

Building a Better Kind of Box

In the end, it had been Susan that had helped bring the idea into reality. For as long as he could remember, the idea had been there. The ship, a small unassuming thing containing oh so much wonder…but how to get it in there. Dimensional Transcendence was a fine idea, but a difficult one to bring into reality, a difficult one to even picture really.  

When Barbara and Susan’s parents had died he had taken it as a sign to abandon his work, the girls had needed him, Barbara was barely a child herself when it had happened. In the quiet grief-tinged atmosphere he was all too familiar with, Dr. Who left his box to rot away in the corner of his garden, another excentric curiosity among many.  Magister had appeared one day, dark eyes poking above the fence asking what it was, Who had told him it was nothing important and flung an apple core at him sending him scurrying away with promises of a no-doubt terrible revenge.

That had been the last time he’d thought about it for many years, raising the girls was more important and watching them grow up was as rewarding as any scientific endeavour. He never stopped inventing though, his neighbours could tell you that much; Their homes littered with devices and tools that made their lives that little bit easier, his granddaughters offered a comfortable life by the patents he sold, squirrelling away a decent living sum and giving the rest to charity. He watched as Barbra became a capable young woman and Susan grew into a young girl whose formidable intelligence outpaced his own. He could have spent his life like that, never giving his magnificent box another thought. It was a good life despite the tragedies that had shaped it.

One day he returned home, arms laden with the weeks shopping, and found Susan pouring over his old notes, the building blocks that had been a favourite toy for some time laid out from the largest to the smallest on the table beside her. He asked what she was doing, and in her usual, kindly way she had explained that she had realised how to make his idea a reality. The problem, so she said, was that he had considered it in purely theoretical terms; Treating dimensional transcendence as something that had to be invented, and not something that already existed in one form or another.

The Doctor understood the basic idea but struggled to think of an example. His granddaughter smiled and directed him to a position a few steps behind the table. He could still see the cubes, largest at the back, smallest at the front. 'Kneel down' she said, he did, the larger boxes vanishing from sight, hidden behind the smallest. 'You see grandfather, it’s all a matter of perspective.'

They set to work immediately, buying material, borrowing equipment and recovering what progress he had made previously. The work was hard, but the ship slowly began to take shape. Barbara, a keen intellect in her own right, helped when she could, but was preoccupied with other no less important matters. There were setbacks of course, crafting the interior often resulting in them losing hours of time in the space of minutes. One day the Doctor emerged from the ship only to find his hair had finally turned grey, a few tests confirming that he had apparently aged five years across the space of a morning’s work. There were other issues as well, the few neighbours who didn’t care for the family’s eccentricities putting in a number of complaints to the council. Luckily the local policeman was an affable sort, and after a rudimentary check of the garden laughed the whole thing off and never paid the Who’s a second thought.

Victor Magister returned, accompanied by a gaggle of self-described followers who attempted to force their way into the garden, demanding to see what the Doctor was building. Barbara had chased them off with a broom, Magister once again swearing bloody vengeance on the family. Eventually, in the now finished console room Dr. Who watched as Susan welded the last few wires together. Their work was done, Tardis was complete and only one question remained; Where will we go? Ultimately the choice was taken out of their hands when Barbara’s boyfriend, a bumbling but stalwart lad by the name of Chesterton, had plunged them into an exciting adventure on the far-off world of Skaro. There they met what would come to be the Doctor’s greatest foes, The Daleks; A race of mutated monsters, literal tin-pot dictators in deadly metallic travel machines. The group had helped the kindly Thals defeat them, freeing Skaro from their oppressive control, giving the world a new, brighter future.

From there, they had oh so many adventures; Ancient Rome, Oldark House, Quinnis in the fourth universe. Eventually, Barbara and Ian opted to return home, The Doctor’s niece Louise taking their place in the Tardis; Traveling to earth in the 22nd century, Mars, the Moon and stranger places still. Victor Magister’s long-promised revenge came during a brief return to the present day, the trio finding themselves drawn to the remote town of Devil’s End where he attempted to use Tardis in a mad bid to resurrect a long-dead alien force beneath the quiet town. With the aid of Olive Hawthorne and her coven of so-called white witches, they foiled Magister’s scheme, the deranged madman opting to throw himself into the temporal maelström he had conjured up rather than accept the Doctor’s help.

Following these events, Susan and Louise chose to leave; Susan opting to focus on her studies in a bid to acquire her own doctorate before her 17th birthday, while Louise decided to travel the globe with Jo Grant, a recent member of Hawthorne’s group. For a while Dr. Who found himself travelling alone, however, a disastrous series of events saw him trapped in the 19th century; attempting to find the necessary elements to restore Tardis at the earth’s core before foiling an attempt by the now hideously burnt Magister to assassinate President Ulysses S. Grant. Eventually returning to the present day with the help of the enigmatic Iris Wildthyme and her perpetually amnesic companion.

After this, he always brought family with him; grandchildren, nieces, nephews and cousins. Susan joined him for a few adventures when she could find the time, and his own brother eventually took up his offer for a few brief trips. A decade long gulf between the two evaporating as they fought to save a collection of the galaxies greatest treasures from the Daleks and their traitorous human allies. At one point he met his own descendants, a refugee from the 42nd century piloting a futuristic Tardis alongside his cybernetically enhanced granddaughter Zoe and a young Jacobite by the name of McCrimmon.

Old age crept up on him suddenly, the weight of his years catching up with him during a terrifying encounter with the Cybermen. Opting to retire from the adventuring lifestyle, he turned ownership of Tardis over to Susan, now a Doctor in her own right. However, the two experienced one last adventure when the Silver Guardian brought them together with a multitude of other Doctors in a bid to save a dying multiverse. It was as a grand a send-off as he could imagine. When his time finally came he hoped to be buried on the outskirts of New Kaalann, the capital city of the Kaleds.

Until then he was content to sit and enjoy tales of his granddaughter's exploits.

[ad-renalyn]

Possibilities

Chapter 3: Guitar and Heart Strings 

Chapter [ 1, 2 ] 

Luka woke up as he heard whimpers and scratches just behind his door, he sat up as he gently rub his eyes and yawn ‘7:00 AM’ the red light on the clock read.

‘Oh god….too early on a sunday..boxer why are you like this’ he internally groaned while making up his bed, placing the folded duvet on the chair along with the pillows before gently sliding the mattress under the bed, trying not to wake you up.

He recalled what had happened last night, while he quietly made his way out the room. “Sorry buddy, can’t go in there” he quietly said to the beagle, gently closing the door behind him with a soft click. He walked towards the bathroom with boxer following him.

“...seriously? Look, I love you but will you just…..no..don’t..” he reasoned out but the beagle kept looking at him with her big puppy dog eyes, not wanting to be alone “oh god why do I even try….” he sighed scratching the back of his head as he gave in and left the door open by just a crack. He continued to get ready while boxer stayed in the bathroom with him sitting quietly.

“Well, let’s just go cook up some breakfast for everyone I suppose” he gave boxer a pet before heading to the kitchen, boxer behind him wagging her tail.

He noticed that no one's there yet and proceeded to take boxer's food and water bowl to fill them before proceeding onto cooking up breakfast.

He heard the door open followed by boxer barking, he walked up to see who's by the door

“Oh, hey Pops” he greeted, bowl in hand as he continue to mix the eggs.

“Well you up early, also here” Luciano teased, placing the paper bag on the table

“You got boxer to thank for that” he shrugged, giving his attention in to pouring the eggs onto the pan “Croissant? Also, aren't you off today? Why are you up early?”

“Yeah, but I'm going to the station to make some calls for (Y/N) and I need to let her school know she won't be in for a while as well...I'm surprised you didn't ask anything about her” Luciano said, as he presses a button to brew coffee.

“...Yeah well.. I don't wanna just pry into someone's life y'know, plus if I want to know anything.. I'll just ask her myself” he replied, smiling to himself.

Luciano looked at him surprised “Huh….when you say things like that I forget that you’re 12” he chuckled ruffling Luka’s hair “Stop messing with me old man, you know I’m 15… right?...” Luka responded with an unamused expression which made his father laugh even more so, typical father-son banter.

They both heard boxer zoom from the kitchen to the hall as she spotted you, you giggled giving her pets “Good morning boxer and good morning to you guys too” you greeted diverting your attention to them.

“Good morning (Y/N) did you sleep well?” Luciano asked, taking some plates out from the cabinets to place on the table “Take a seat, food’s almost done” Luka piped in, placing the omelette and sausages on separate plates.

“Um yeah, I did, thank you” you smiled “Um..is there anything I can help you guys with?”

“You can just take a seat, I just finished cooking” he beamed, placing both plates down in between the three clean plates on the table.

The three of you continue to eat and chat about what plans they have for today, Luciano reminded both of you to go hit the shops later on and mentioned that he's going to make calls in search for your relatives and inform them about what had happened as well as letting the school know about your current situation.

After breakfast, you told him the name of your school before he headed out to the station, you then helped Luka cleaning up. “I’ll try find some clothes that may fit you...hopefully” handing you a plate for you to wipe dry as you nodded in response.

He rummaged through his closet on the hunt for clothes that's decent enough for you to wear, while you were in the bathroom rebandaging. You winced, slowly unwrapping the cuts that weren’t stitched up, you look at yourself in the mirror realising that your injuries could have been way worse if your mother didn't protect you from the impact. You let out a shaky sigh and focused on the stinging sensation all over your body.

“(Y/N)? I found some of my old clothes this probably will fit you better” Luka knocked on the door. You cleared your throat before slightly opening the door, you were standing behind it as you peek your head out and reach an arm out and thanked him.

He spotted the fresh stitches and cuts on your arm, with eyes wide he gently grabbed your wrist without thinking.

“U-um...Luka?...”

“Oh..I’m sorry, I don’t know what's gotten into me” He lets you go, smiling awkwardly with a tinge of pink on his cheeks. You told him it was fine before he walked away. He was sitting on the bench by the porch with a guitar in hand as he lazily strum, thousands of scenarios running through his head as his curiosity peaks, he snap out of his thoughts as he heard the door open and both of you went off to town.

The day continued with both of you buying necessities and few clothes for you since you didn’t know how long you’re going to be staying with them. You got to know a bit more about Luka throughout your little outing. You learned that he’s in his last year in collége and that he just turned 15 last month which makes him a year older than you.

“So when’s your birthday then?” both of you walking leisurely and taking in the scenery at Seine River.

“November 22nd” You took a sip from the hot chocolate he bought you.

He blinked and stared at you for a bit as you noticed he stopped walking beside you “Wait- isn’t that next week?” He questioned.

“Oh….is it? I don’t even know the days anymore” You turned to his direction and smiled meekly at him. He let out a chuckle as he gave you a pat on the head, you couldn’t help but giggle in return before both of you continued walking side by side again.  

As you near the house, you both noticed a police car parked in front of the house together with Luciano’s car, which made you both looked at each other wondering if something had happened. You were greeted by boxer, zooming to both of you before zooming everywhere in the house.

“Welcome home both of you” Luciano greeted with a smile, you noticed an unfamiliar face sitting beside him which both of you greeted politely. Luka offered to take the shopping bags in your room, just like he already what was about to happen and gave them privacy.

Luciano gestured for you to come sit with them to discuss the information they found. After another introduction to his colleague they went ahead telling you about your distant relative that reached out to them after finding out what had happened through the family of your father's co-worker that was with you that day of the accident.

“She’s currently living in Japan, and there’s still some things to be discussed and we're still unsure when she's going to visit you here so for the meantime you're going to be stuck with Luka and I” He let out laugh trying to lift the mood.

Once they finished letting you know about the funeral arrangements and headed back to the station, you decided to laze around the backyard where the beagle is. As soon as you opened the back door you saw Luka, and just like the yesterday when you first saw him. Guitar in hand, eyes closed and strumming melodies, probably lost in his own world, you thought.

You sat down on grassy part of the yard and listened to him playing. It was sad, you thought to yourself once more, it’s as if he can read the emotions in your heart. You didn’t know how long you stayed like that with him as you let the tune resonate with you.

You continued to  listen with your eyes closed, you let out a sigh as the light breeze caress your face, not noticing a pair of ocean blue eyes peering at you.

[zhujieqiong]

KEEELLL. I wanted to make like a big ass post for you because we've been mutuals for so long like Years which is so insane but Happy Birthday Miss Ting!! you're 19 today and I am threatening March 22nd so that it is the Best Day Ever for you. although you're a kook kook kookie, you're the greatest amongst them all and i appreciate you're unwavering support for my antics 😪 I love you very much kel ❤️💖💕 I hope today and the rest of 2019 treats you well while you enjoy being young sweet and 19!

miss amanda 🥺💕💕💕 literally my oldest mutual??? i have no idea how we managed to stay connected for so long but i’m glad bc you are the best and i love u soooooo much even tho u call me a kook kook kookie 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

[sadinthewoods]

hello yes i am alive

So it’s been about 2.5 months since I’ve written my first post, life went a little bit sideways as it does and I’m just now finally feeling like I have the time and motivation to give this a shot. It is Sunday, August 14th and it feels like the first time I’ve had the opportunity to just sit down and do nothing in a really long time. I’m not even sure where I’d gauge my emotions today, it’s been a better day than many I’ve had over the last few months, but that ever present tinge of melancholy and anxiety is still there, just maybe a little bit quieter. 

This summer has decided to truly put me to the test. In early June, my partner sustained an injury that ended up putting him out of work. In turn I’ve been having to pull some very long hours at my job, and handle a few things around the house solo that I haven’t been used to. In the grand scheme of it all this has been the least of my problems, he’s recovering well and will finally be headed back to work in a week so I’ll be able to get some respite there, but those long work hours have definitely put my body through the wringer.

So after test number one came the one I’d been dreading the most. The first anniversary of my dad’s passing came and went on June 14th. I’m not sure what I was expecting to happen really, I had built it up in my head preparing for the worst, but those big milestones like birthdays and death anniversaries can often really just feel like any other grief filled day. I took the day off work knowing I wouldn’t want to be around anybody, and went for an early morning hike. I opted for one I’ve done before because I figured it would be likely that I would be all alone out there, and that ended up being the case. I rolled up to the empty Barclay Lake trailhead around 6am and started walking, with some of dad’s ashes tucked safely in my pack. It was my first solo hike and honestly, I was pretty terrified when I started out.  I played some music off my phone for a bit since I knew I wouldn’t be bothering anyone out there, and then finally got to a point where I felt comfortable enough to shut it off and just take in the sounds around me. It was a pretty cold and wet day, and the trail was just a minefield of ankle deep mud, but between that and the small water crossings I had some fun challenges to keep my mind occupied. I went as far as I could down the lake until I got tired of crossing streams, and turned back to find a spot to sit and take it all in. I was soaked and the rain was coming down too much for me to be able to write in my journal, but having that completely serene and peaceful place to myself really put my busy mind at ease. Watching the water move, the rolling fog, the loons so peacefully floating on the surface, it was almost impossible to feel the heaviness in my heart. When it was finally time to start making my way back to the car, I stopped at a snowmelt stream flowing down the mountain to talk to dad. That’s something I still have a pretty hard time with, it always makes me feel like a crazy person and I can’t stand the sound of my own voice. But something about taking the time to say it out loud, tell him how much I miss him and how I wish he could see the beautiful sights around me...I’ve never been a spiritual person but I can really feel him listening. Maybe it’s just the forest listening, but it makes me feel heard. It also often sends me into fits of sobbing because it makes it all feel real but yknow, ain’t nothing wrong with crying down the trail if there’s nobody there to judge you.

attempting to let my feet dry out while I hung out and watched the lake, 6-14-2022 Barclay Lake

snowmelt coming down the mountain near Barclay Lake, 6-14-2022

Test number three was one that really caught me off guard. It was June 22nd, and I was leaving work early to get ready for my annual birthday camping trip with friends. I made it about a half mile from my work when my car was struck by a pickup truck that ran a red light in a notoriously awful intersection that I always hate driving through. Car accidents are bad enough as it is, but this happened to fall very close to the 5 year anniversary of a similar accident I was in that ended up totaling my car, causing a physical injury that impacted my job and life, and left me with some extreme anxiety and PTSD around driving. I was fucking heartbroken, terrified, and so fucking frustrated. Thank god my car was driveable(ish) and I was able to white knuckle it and make the rest of the drive home. My therapist told me I made the right move there, and that if I had opted not to get back in the car that it’s likely my PTSD wouldn’t want to let me ever get behind the wheel again. I still feel like I don’t want to drive, and I’ve tried to avoid it as much as I possibly can, but I’ve been able to get by as well as I can. I decided to push through and go on the camping trip so I could chill and put my mind at ease, and I’m very glad I did. I was able to spend 5 days in the woods with some of my dearest friends and at least temporarily forget about the accident. The weeks after that brought a whole lot more stress around the car that I just...don’t even want to get into here. It’s been a fucking mess, but on the bright side, it looks like my car will be able to be fixed and I won’t be stuck with 2+ years of making payments to nothing (if anyone ever tells you that you don’t need the gap insurance, don’t fucking listen to them). I wish I knew when I’d be getting it back, but based on everything I’ve heard it sounds like I’ll be lucky to have it by New Years. Driving was my safe haven. Anytime the stress of the world got to be too much, I could just hop in my car and drive out to the woods and see beautiful things. I could drive to trailheads all over and explore on foot. On July 4th 2017 my accident took that away from me. It took me so much time, practice, exposure therapy to finally start to feel a little calmer behind the wheel. I was still around like, 60% fearful and 40% comfortable but I was making big improvements. Now I’m back to square one and I’d be lying if I didn’t feel absolutely defeated. It feels like the biggest slap in the face knowing that my healing has been so based on being able to get out to the woods and less traveled areas, and now I’ve lost the means to do that. Despite it all though I’m doing everything I can to look at the silver linings in life. I’ve been lucky enough to be able to borrow my moms car for the last month, and with that I’ve been able to go on a couple low key adventures (going from an Outback to a Sonata is a rough transition). My partner and I had been talking about getting e bikes for months, so we just got them a little bit sooner than anticipated. I feel broken and frustrated and hurt, but now I can try to focus that energy on planning some cycling adventures, checking out nature trails near our town, and looking into transit accessible parks and hikes. I feel beat down, but with everything life has thrown at me thus far, I’m not going to let this be the one that breaks me down.

Herb the Outback at my birthday campsite, covered in his battle scars. 6-22-2022

the breathtaking views around our campsite, Wild Sky Wilderness, 6-22-2022

So here I am today, it’s mid August, I’ve got my moms car for one more week. I’ve got one last hurrah planned for the summer, we’ll be heading to the coast to spend a few days on the beach in Moclips. I’ve got a partial day trip planned to go up to the Quinault area to do some hiking and look at some beautiful old trees. I’m looking forward to a low key trip that isn’t packed to the brim with activities, and just going at my own pace. I don’t think my mind or body have been able to stop since the beginning of summer, and I think I’m very near a full burnout if I don’t do something about it soon. Being without a car may end up being a blessing in disguise, I am afraid of being locked down without a mode of quick escape but it may do me some good to be forced to face the feelings head on as they come. Wish me luck, world. 

[0721am]

Dear Naina, 

You’ve officially signed up for Tee’s yearly newsletters for your birthday. Every year, you will receive a blog post from my Tumblr account, which I hope will bring a smile to your beautiful face. I’ve been doing this for a while and wanted to have you on board. Also, I’ve no idea how long I’ll be able to do this, but I’d like to write to you for a very long time. 

Naina, my darling, Happy Birthday! 

You’re old now, hehe. 

(I wish I was near you because I'd have sent this cake to you!)

You’re turned a year older, bolder, and more beautiful. What can I even say about you, love? You’re a joy.

I usually portray people in my life through colours. I believe everyone exists in multiple shades of colour in other's life. In my life, you exist like the Twilight, which spreads all across the Earth for the Moon and Stars to glow brightly. The Darkest Blue. Even though it appears to be pitch black, there is a tinge of light within it, which is enough for the Moon and Stars. The slight difference is what makes the night so beautiful. It's dark yet beautiful and serene.

To Yoongi, love is blue. And love is YOU. The colour 'Blue' has many layers within it. This can't be seen unless one spends a good amount of time learning about it. Perhaps that's why Yoongi associates Love to Blue.

Nain, each time I reminisce about our friendship, I frequently find myself giggling at the stark similarities between our’s and Namjoon and Yoongi’s friendship. The only difference is they’re rich, RICH, while we’re fancily broke. I still remember how we were rowdy with each other. I hated you. You hated me. Namjoon always said there is only a thin line between Love and Hate. I suppose we both crossed that thin line and found solace in each other. A camaraderie blossomed. Today, we both are joyful in this wonderful companionship. 

So, you’re 22 now. Welcome to the 22nd Chapter of your life. I hope you’re ready aboard Train no. 22 because twenty-two will always bring something refreshing to everyone's life. I can’t vouch for how grande or small those new moments will be, but they will deeply touch your heart. One of my favourite moments in Chapter 22nd was my birthday. I vividly remember how beautiful I looked. After a long time, I felt pretty. I didn’t do anything special, but I felt pretty. That feeling was enough for me to move forward in my life. 

I hope the new chapter brings many wonderful moments into your life. Down the road, when you muse your 22nd year on Earth, all these moments bring a smile to your face.

Let me tell you something! 

Do you know what I see in you? 

I shall start from the beginning. I’ll be honest. I really thought you were the most annoying person on this planet. I genuinely felt, “Argh, not HER!” 

Then, our teeny-tiny cosy space was formed through which spoke to each other properly. I thought I hated you, but in reality, I actually didn’t. I never hated you. Slowly and steadily, our friendship arc went from enemies to friends. We slowly learned to trust each other. Now, I’m glad that I get to be a trustworthy person in your life. I’m truly honoured. 

The thing is, Naina, I learned that you're a person with many layers. You remind me of Yoongi. Often, you resemble a cat that is wary of strangers and cautious of danger. Your nonchalant attitude may get misunderstood by others. In reality, you're like a bud that keeps its petals tightly packed. Once a person begins to learn about you, they will see the multiple shades in you. You've a whole universe in your soul, Naina. The darkest blue sky carrying those millions of stars. Your soul is a marvel to behold. As you get comfortable in anyone's presence, the bud within you starts to unfurl its petals. I noticed this in our friendship too. At first, your sarcastic sense of humour appeared. Then, your emotional intelligence arrived, showcasing the tender and caring side you've in your heart. Alas, you bloomed into the epitome of cuteness.

(By the way, anyone who interacts with you for the first time can easily understand that you're skilled at logical reasoning. No one can rival in this.)

You softly whine to me. I'll never forget how you whine when I forget to reply to you. "I hope Allah ignores you just like how you ignore me."- This always cracks me up. Every time I receive this meme, I giggle at your cuteness. You're so cute. When it comes to Yoongi, you unleash your extreme fondness through words, which often end with many typos. Once again, this is cute. The nights we spend talking about random stuff, the days when we venture into many stories... mean a lot to me.  

You’re the CUTEST person on this planet.

And you’re the prettiest flower I’ve ever seen! 

No wonder you’re a Yoongi-biased ARMY. 

Naina, my precious, I believe this year will be everything you desire in your life. I know how hard previous years have been. A voice within me says that this year will treat you in the best way. Perhaps this year will be the beginning of your best years.

May the courage and determination within you flourish. You've reached this far in your life on your own, carrying the weight of responsibilities on your shoulders. I'm truly proud of you.

I sincerely pray we meet in this lifetime as soon as possible. Girl, we’ll have the best time of our lives.

I see you, your heart and soul. I believe in you. Fly high, my dear! Once again, a wonderful happy birthday to you, Naina. I love you.

With love, Tee.

[blackadamschefter]

Its wild, but not really.. 

I’ve never found myself unattractive or ugly, but I’ve known for a long time I have my moments where I’m look good & ain’t no doubt. And that im just not every girls cup of tea lmao But like after like 9pm you can’t tell me nothing I glow, my smile is next level & I’m outchea, then about up to 10am I’m a 5.5/10. 

Any who lmao but I won’t say I didn’t take care of myself but not bothered to go get my haircut and keep my “look” right and stylistically I’ve know what I like and would like to wear & whatnot but taken awhile to be at the point where I can focus on myself for whatever reasons that’s a post for another time... 

Moving right along in life I’ve always been true to myself and always worked on myself and always looked to make myself a better and well rounded person. So there are things that come naturally to me while other things haven’t been easy *getting to the main point of this post*. So I’ve always known what makes me who I am and took awhile to come together. So my personality for example didn’t start to really show itself until the 8th grade where I grew so much in that department & was tested and made stronger and even better through the highs and lows of high school. Sure, I have regrets on how things may have gone to be where I am but it (a) wouldn’t have been the same, and (b) it was always *coughs* God’s plan lmao. 

But anyways I say all that to say this Deion Sanders said it best 

“If you look good, you feel good, If you feel good, you play good, If you play good, they pay good.... u live good,u live good u thank God 4 it all!”

I’ve taken it how I want like many things and i’ll say towards the 2nd half of 2017 so around my 22nd birthday I’ll say I started to feel it and its been gaining nothing but momentum. Obviously I still have other things to work on but personally... I look at myself and go “FUCK! you look good” like I crack myself in the mirror because I believe in myself, my process and fam no one scares me. I’m genuinely at a point where there’s no girl that could turn me down because I’m fuckin’ gorgeous and that’s not even my best quality lmao... Supreme confidence. uhhh yuh! 

Like today (9/14/18) I was walking on campus and I swear I was in my element!!! I was lookin too good, dressed in how I like and that cut I got between class... took me to the next level! I WAS OUTCHEA! 

me @ me (with obvious changes in the gif lol):

I was driving into campus and was thinkin’ to myself and I’ve come far, and still see that I have more to work on. So yeah this is one of those life marker posts I make where I go “Keep going fam, you doin’ the ting fam!” 

To summarize: I LOOKED BETTER THAN GOOD. I looked like someone in a GQ Mag photoshoot or Eastbay lol. Like I was next level and that’s me new standard. Head to toe... yuh! All done through hardwork and patience.

Also the 2nd part of all this is and should be simple: 

I believe in myself, and that’s clear. I trust very few and I have so many ideas and plans that I just have to go for it... fuckin’ Sean Peyton onside kick to start the 2nd half of the fuckin’ Super Bowl shit and that’s just life. I love my friends, my family, and the people who continuously put their faith, trust and support me. I don’t always say it not because I can’t (I’m working on it), but I like to show you rather than tell y’all. 

Professionally: I know my worth and what I bring... oh yeah its like that. Everything is a competition and anybody in my way can get it. Because its where I thrive even if I fail. I just love competition. I back myself and in that aspect the work I’m putting in will show... when? I don’t know, but I know people see it. I know my why & why I’m there doing it. I love that my parents are consistently getting praise for how I handle my business because even though at the end of the day I’m doing it and choosing to do right v. wrong. I know it’s through them why I am how I am.. So its only right they reap from my success because... All for 1, and 1 for all. Professionally I’m coming for the throne. 

Spiritually: I’m growing, and its an everlasting process where I’ll never really know until I have no more time on the clock. Even though I’m good from what I know... life is so precious and can be lost at any moment so I show through action and less with words, but when I speak I hope people take it seriously. I’m working on being a better child of God... I want to be my ultimate best for myself but also for my God. Because as cliche as it sounds I wouldn’t be who, how and do things how I do them... flawed and all. I don’t speak to many about the word mainly because I don’t trust everyone and believe they’ll understand. But like I’ve said its a process and I know I’ll get there because who I do speak to about it help me so much and it helps me grow and be better. 

Relationship(s): Fam, ain’t really shit to talk about or really add lmao. I’ve talked and met some great people recently but we are all friends... for the moment? who really knows. I know where I stand and fam I’m Le’Veon Bellin’ out here... I know my worth and what I want and until I feel or get “the right offer” I’m good. I want a long term team with less inventive money and more guaranteed money lmfao! Also recently idk why or what I’ve seen but I’m really looking forward to being married... I’ve always said & thought it but I can’t wait tbh! That shit finna be nice and where I know I’ll be my most comfortable. I just am so happy knowing, thinking and believing that. To my future wife rn somewhere doin’ whatever... I hope you having fun doin’ whatever the fuck you doin rn lmao

Lastly, I think I’ll do these weekly, not in length but the 3 points of my professional life & ambitions, spiritual growth, and relationship or lack there of... I’m really looking for more opportunities to write and I think it’ll help... I think I’m done 🤙🏾✌🏾.

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▶ Character Info ◀

【 Profile: 】

Full name: Aidan Tarasque Species: Blue fire Dragon Gender: Male Pronouns: He/Him Birthday: November 22nd Age: 22 Voice Sample: speaking , and singing, of course

【 Characteristics: 】

Height: 176 cm / 5'8", 229 cm / 7'6" at the shoulder Weight: 77 kg / 170 lbs, give or take Hair: Blue and straight, usually kept short Eyes: Blue with a vertical, slitted pupils Skin: Tanned, with a "sheen" in the right light Notable Feature(s): ➤ Vertical Pupils ➤ Piercings , rings and industrial, in both ears ➤ strike>claws Longer nails on both hands, tinged black and curved downward ➤ Forked (and pierced) tongue ➤ Elongated, sharp canines and first premolars, with the former noticably longer than the latter.

【 Personality: 】

| Hot-Headed | Possessive | Loyal | Protective | Impulsive | Compassionate Though he knew and understood his fate -- to be sent out into the world all on his own, with minimal preparation -- it still stings a big part of him to think that his only family could do it so easily. This, however, he hides beneath a harsh shell of aggression and stupid, impuslive acts that have ended him dentention more times than he can count. He's quick to anger, quick to throw hands, but beneath that exterior is something far softer; something that longs for belonging, something that loves and hates fiercely, and would go to the ends of the world for anyone he cares for. ?

【 Background: 】

Like his kin, he has been cast out by his birth mother and matriarch of his brood, going the way of countless males before him and taking up a more nomadic lifestyle. Or, at least he was supposed to. Aimless wandering is not in his goals, thus he's out in pursuit of something else. Something stable, maybe, or at least something that offers a bit of shelter. Fortunately, his roaming had him cross paths with a Spooky High student, who insisted he enroll. She claimed it was for him to make connections and memories and whatnot, but honestly, with all the fucked up stuff that goes on in that place, he's starting to think she just wanted an ally.

【 Likes: 】

■ Mischief & Mayhem ■ Stealing shit. Now that's a rush ■ Any full-conctact sports, so long as it's physical ■ Fire. duh ■ Singing & music. Catch him humming to himself quite often

【 Dislikes: 】

■ "Dragon Heat". Just...please no. ■ Cold weather. Cold anything really ■ Pacifism ■ Arrogance and stupidity combined ■ Super strong scents

【 Statistics: 】

[60 points] Smarts: 7 Boldness: 13 Creativity: 6 Charm: 5 Fun: 10 Money: 19

【 Trivia: 】

■ Touching his skin, one will feel a sort of "ripple" effect beneath their hands, almost like scales shifting just under the surface. ■ Rarely will he show off his actual form. Maintaining the guise he shows off at school has become second nature, though if someone were to ask he might be willing. ■ Even in his humanoid form, physical strength is still on his side. This doesn't mean he'll overpower everyone, of course, just that it'll be one hell of a fight if he gets to wrestling/squabbling with someone. ■ He'll always be wearing a jacket or sweater. It's freakin' cold here, okay?! ■ He does subconsciously hoard things. It could be anything from pens to the Money in his pocket. ■ Weak to cold, water (so catching him swimming is actually a small display of trust) in large quantities, certain talismans, curses, darker magics. Resistant to fire and some physical damage.