#holding mys to being really private and selective this time. im Tired

[spacialshrimp]

[♡]My little child who isn't so small[♡]

Part 9

Warning: Interspecies racism

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Years have passed since the succesful birth of experiment 6052,he showed a natural tenderness for others, or maybe just maybe was the fact of growing up in a secured envirioment, he was never schoolarized at the lab, mostly because according to Doctor Louve, he needed to socialize outside, it was necesary, so, the leaders of the proyect and with help of the goverment , created birth documents for 6052, giving him the name of "Daniel Junior Dzhek Nickson", and they stated in the documents that Doctor Daniel Nickson, was his father, and legal tutor, at the age of five , they would start living together , Daniel was told to not get attached to the experiment, he didnt obeyed and soon enough , 6052 was matriculated in school.

So that way his schoolar life would start at 6 years old in the school "Elementary school the Jaguars", he saw many species, but it didnt took him long to realize the main population consisted in humans, he saw very few others specimens like; Mh'in's , D'mœ's , Zw'eho's, etc.

He didnt saw anyone like him, but he was always told that since Yautjas where more energetic, they where on different kinds of schools.

His kind nature, made him quite easier to make friends, Ma'hek ka"hu, was his first friend, this was a slender kid with fur and floppy looking ears, curly hair and crocked teeth, his little fangs made them look like a vampire.

And his second friend was Chloe, who in that time was a small chubby little girl with really short hair, with time she would let it grow, since Ma'hek said "your hair is really pretty, i wonder if it gets bigger".

You would think that because of his kind nature, 6052 was particurlarly shy and not very sociable, well youre quite wrong, he is the kind of guy with that charming personality that if he wants to, can be the king of the party.

Daniel, was thinking about that one saturday evening, he was at home in his office organizing some documents, leaving everything ready for 6052's monthly medical revision.

The door of the office was open, his now 1.70 cm 16 years old son was there.

His hair long and braided, dressed with a dark green sport hoddie of his team and some shorts.

He was carrying his sport bag.

-"Hey mum, im leaving to the practice, i promise i will call you when im on my way home, bye love you!"-

As 6052 left the house to go practice Daniel shouted "Love you too" back and "Don't forget your entry card!".

Daniel couldnt help but chuckle as his gaze landed on a photo of Daniel Junior (6052) with his friends after obtaining second place on the Selective of Volleyball but even so they got to the finale.

They where so tired that time but so proud and he was proud too.

Western High was a good place, well it was the only public school in town the other two stablishments where private.

Daniel tought of how time practically flew out of his hands, and now the little creature he used to hold in his arms its now a teen boy to heavy for him to give him a piggy ride.

He thought about himself ¿was he being a good father? Somethimes he wondered if he was doing enough for his son.

He never denied him his other origin, and in fact at times Daniel junior had holo-calls with the donor used to give him life, a yautja male of 350 kg of pure muscle almost 230 cm tall called Knife, it was an ancient yautja, with many scars around his body, leader and supervisor of chivas, but even so 6052 was more made for human life, thats what knife communicated to daniel one time, he said "the boy, its too compationate for a hunter".

Daniel at times thought about those words, he didnt knew if it was bad or good, and if it was bad ¿was his fault? He has been too sweet? He has given him too much?.

When he commented his preocupations to his colleague Emily lee, she said "you have raised a good boy a healthy boy, a respectful and fuctional member of society, i belive you've done well", he also thought about those words while still sitting on his desk, at his office at home, those words ...he wondered if they where true, or if she was just trying to reassure him.

His mind wandered thinking in the past, a past he always tries to pretend it dosent exist, a past he tries to hide in a dark corner of his brain like if it was just a bad dream.

And the fact that acronym was still in his mind didn't helped him.

Those Letters "A.R.P" wich stands for "Alien Relocation Program", were fresh in his mind, he wasn't the kind of person who hated easily, but that name, made his blood boil and frezze at the same time, out of fear and rage, he remembered watching on live news when he was young, the places where the just arrived aliens lived, a marginal place, dirty, full of crime, he didn't understood why they where living there, if they had so much better tecnology, in his young brain it made no sense why they where living there, and why did "A.R.P" sent them there, ¿did they do something wrong?, he didn't knew.

One time he remembered asking his father "dad ¿why are the aliens in there?"

His father only gave him another of those spechs of how the aliens do not belong here on earth, how they where a pest.

"They come here only to cause harm"

His father said.

But to his restless mind that did not answer his question, he wanted to know why, he wanted to understand why , when he walked with his parents to the center to buy things, there where stores that didn't allowed "no humans" inside, he wanted to know why.

But no mattered how much he asked his questions where always answered with the same vague response of "they will only cause harm".

Eventually he stopped asking, he was young, nine years old in a world recovering from a global pandemic, going through two different wars at the same time on Asia and the middle east, and adapting to the arrival of extraterrestial's.

But he still wondered if it was necessary to hate, one day, when daniel was still young, he was riding his bicicle, and ride past two police officers acting with exesive force towards a Mh'in's, the Mh'in was clearly confused and scared , he despertaly wanted to help, but he felt way too scared to face the two adults alone, and just kept his way.

That moment, lives on his memory, one of his biggest regret's, was not helping him, he regret's every night of that, because he knows that if he wasn't around and his son was being harmed he would like someone to help him, to tend a hand on him.

He suddenly came back to reality, looked at the clock, 6:30 pm, 6052 must have already finished his practice.

¿Did he called to tell him?

Daniel, checked his holo-pad, and there it was, daniel jr. Did called, 3 times.

Daniel felt terrible, he was so lost in his memories he lost track of time and ignored the calls of his son.

He was about to return the call, when the access beep of the main door rang, and his son ran through it, desperately calling for him.

-"mom?! Mom?! Are you here?!"-

-"i'm here what happend?!"-

Daniel said answering to his son desperated calls.

-" oh thank's heavens...its just, well you always pick my calls or return my calls inmediatly, so..i got scared..."

6052 said while he catched his breath in relief.

Daniel walked towards his son and hugged him.

-"i'm sorry"-

He said felling terrible for scaring his son like that.

Daniel jr returned the hug -"it's okay mom, im just happy you're fine"-

Daniel then to change the subject said -"i will order pizza for dinner, i don't feel like cooking today, go shower, and then you tell everything about today"-

He said with a smile.

Junior. Smiled back and noded vigurosly.

He went shower and Daniel went to order the pizza.

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Sorry for taking so long, my assigments have been really time consuming but i'll try to post more frecuently, take care.

[4doji]

private and selective kazuma kiryu of rgg studio's ryu ga gotoku / yakuza series. carrd pending. penned by moomin. very, very sporadic activity. rules expanded below the cut.

rules

when it comes to rules, i really don't have the energy or will to care to make a lengthy one, but basic principles apply here: no godmodding/metagaming, no killing without permission, no nsfw with anyone under 18+, mutuals only, carrd is pending but id just recommend you skim over his wikia page since this is a canon character, multi-ship, preference for pre - established, and please be mindful that this blog features a lot of dark and/or heavy themes such as loss, suicide, illness due to cancer, various criminal activities, heavy violence, and much more.

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when it comes to call outs, i will not reblog them, but i absolutely will read them and act accordingly. im way too tired and too busy to keep up with who did what. i also respect the dni's of my closest friends on here. i won't go out of my way to shade you or spread anything about you, but i will not interact with you if you are on a close friend's dni. do i believe people can change? sure. but the comfort of my friends come above all, and so does my well-being. writing on tumblr is a hobby, and i will curate my space as appropriate for me and those i am close to, so please respect that.

any grudges i may have had against anyone have been let go. please just simply respect my space. if we had a falling out and you wish to make amends, feel free to follow and i will decide if i will reach out.

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about the moom

i am moomin, i'm in my mid twenties, and i love yakuza, final fantasy, hyouka, spicy beef noodles, and nappin... djkfds idk !!! i also love the sims and fantasy manga and a sucker for classic shoujo !

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[atlasfollowed]

(RATTLES MY CAGE)

[softinkshadows]

drunken wrong room encounters w adultrio (x female reader)

Disclaimer: contains some lime-y content! HISOKA

The elevator at Heaven’s Arena dinged softly as its doors opened to the 200th floor. Flushed with a giddy smile on your face, your heart was full from the night’s festivities. Today you scored your 4th win on the 200th floor, and took to a nearby bar afterwards to celebrate. Being one of the only female fighters on the floor, you were swarmed with many fans; you smiled to yourself remembering  the cheers and ruckus from everyone at the bar, hands offering you yet another shot, loud hooting when you downed them all as you found yourself happily egged on to take one too many drinks. Thankfully the corridor was well-lit, if not you’d have trouble finding your way back to your room. You turned the door handle, going inside.  Did I forget to turn off the bathroom light? you wondered absentmindedly, kicking off your shoes. The room smelled a little different - sweeter? There was a scent of damask rose, but you brushed it off. You hummed a small tune as you started to undress yourself for the night, stripping yourself of your pants and outershirts (a little dirtied from the fight earlier) and laying them over the armchair at the room desk, finally only clad in a fitted neoprene tank top and underwear. You sighed a little, steadying yourself with the desk in order to stand up straight when you felt a rush of heat behind you. Strong arms pinned your hands to the desk as you felt the immobilizing weight of another body leaning against you from behind, the scent of roses now wafting heavily close. In your disorientation you felt the texture of a soft bath towel against your butt. “Eh?? Who the hell -” your protests were cut short as the strong limbs flipped you around, maintaining their grip on your wrists. “My, my, it seems like someone went into the wrong room.” A voice purred. You were spun around to face none other than the strongest fighter at Heavens Arena. His striking red hair fell in a damp tangle around his face, still dripping wet from the shower. Your eyes followed the thin trickles of water, as it fell onto his bare, sculpted torso. “Hi-hisoka!” you gasped aloud both in shock at in the embarrassment of the man who was barely clothed and leaning over you on the desk. You felt your face flush with warmth, your head still spinning from the effect of alcohol. He moved closer, golden eyes glinting with mischief, until his face was barely inches away from yours. “I saw your fight earlier, you were.. good,” he emphasized the last word, his lips curling into a smirk. The slight suggestiveness, his piercing eyes, the proximity of his body were enough to make you more flustered, as a strange heat began to pool in your abdomen. “Wait- wh-what is thi- I’m gonna kill y-you,” you stammered incoherently. Hisoka leaned towards your ear. 

“Would you like me to... stop?” he whispered, biting on your ear lobe. “A-ah!” you gasped, feeling a tinge of arousal creeping between your legs. He moved downwards to breathe lightly against your neck. “Yes...” he began, using his tongue to delicately trail your skin, travelling the length from your collarbone to your ear, “or no?” His tongue flicked your ear again. His fingers laced with yours, body pressing into you, the sensation of his tongue making you tremble as you felt the heat between your legs grow. “N-...Ye-..yes,” you struggled to form your words, your mind clouded with a feeling of confusion, irritation and pleasure, along with that heady scent of damask rose.  “Very well.” You heard a chuckle before you felt the world spin a little. Everything was a blur; you being carried bridal style - the lights and airconditioning of the corridor - another door opening and closing - the softness and familiarity of your own bed. You felt exhaustion begin to wash over you, barely making out Hisoka’s chuckled words before he closed the door. “As for a fight... I’ll do you anytime. Come to me when you’re ready, or when you want your clothes back.” ILLUMI “Y/N, are you sure you don’t want me to walk you back to your room?” Leorio asked, being the gentleman that he was. It was the 287th Hunter Exam, and you managed to clear the 4th round. Now all the participants who passed were on the airship headed from Zevil Island back to the Hunter’s Association building, and you and Leorio had taken to celebrating with rounds of indulgent drinking. “NAH IM OKAY!” you exclaimed exuberantly, even though you were clearly wasted. “Thanks for, y-your hard work todayyyyyyy, Leoleo!” “It’s Leorio!!” he yelled back, irritated but stifling a laugh, before walking towards the other residential wing of the blimp.  “Room 16...17...ah 18...?” you clambered around unsteadily, before finding the door knob. The room was dark save for a rectangular window on one wall, letting in some shafts of moonlight. The bed looked incredibly inviting after a long and tiring day, especially with the physical strain of the last exam round. White soft sheets and a thick fluffy duvet heaped on the large bed. At least there were some perks for getting this far, you thought. Standing by the side of the bed, you stretched your body in exhaustion and satisfaction. “Tsukaretaaaaa~ (trans: I’m so tired~~)” you breathed, removing all your clothes in one fell swoop, letting them fall noisily to the floor. You weren’t going to bother with a shower now, you could deal with that tomorrow. Now, you just needed some quality rest before you’d be raring to go for the last exam round the day after. You pulled the soft duvet up to your chin, ready to drift into deep sleep. Next to you, on the other side of the bed, something stirred. A soft, displeased voice grumbled, “Hisoka, what is it this time...” Someone got up and was now above you, legs on either side of your waist, forearms bent at right angles and pressed to the bed to hold themselves up. “I thought we agreed...” Illumi trailed off, looking down at the person he thought was in his bed, before realizing he had made a mistake. For a moment, he was stunned. “Huh?” “Haah?” You responded, in a drunken drawl. Through your flushed cheeks, and slightly blurred vision, you saw a beautiful man with deep raven-coloured eyes. Long black hair fell silkily down to the pillow, cascading like a veil over your head. You were vaguely aware of his arms on both sides of you, and the proximity of his body to yours, but it didn’t feel intrusive. There was almost a feline lightness to his features and limbs. You were certain that you’d never seen this man before, at least throughout the hunter exam, and you were so sure that you were dreaming. Illumi turned his head to look at the discarded clothes on the floor, before turning back to you. “Ah..” He then realized the state of you resting in his bed, and his eyes wavered a little, his heart leaping just a bit faster than usual. What should he do? How did years of assassin training not prepare him for this? At this point you had made a move to sit up slightly, the duvet falling a little further around you below your chest. “Um...”  his nimble fingers picking up the duvet to cover your chest, a faint blush dusting his pale cheeks. Enjoying every moment of what you were certain was a dream, you reached up to gently twine your slender fingers in his black hair. “So soft....” you remarked as you felt the strands, your eyes dazzling with awe and inebriation. Your hands made your way to his face, and your fingers moved along his brows, nose, before resting on his cheeks. “So soft~~” you squished his cheeks gently, giggling a little. W-wh-what was that? In a flash, the man above you moved away, and your hands grasped only at air. You sulked out loud a little before falling finally into slumber, letting out a small snore. At the other end of the bed, Illumi was awake, staring at the wall with a strange tingle in his chest, his ears unmistakably red. CHROLLO You’d just about had it. Seething with anger, you pressed your floor button in the hotel lift, leaning back to the wall with your arms crossed. You knew you would have to meet unsavoury people in your job as a reporter, but nothing had readied you for tonight’s event. This gala was attended by the supremely, grossly overpaid upper class, another fundraising event to line the pockets of yet another private trust. The pitiful looks they gave you, their derogatory comments...! Thankfully as part of the job you had a suite in the hotel that hosted the event, and you exploited the complimentary flow of alcohol too... You noticed your suite door ajar, and caught a glimpse of a service cart. Hmph, at least there’s additional room service too, you thought, pushing the door open to enter. The hotel maid caught a glimpse of you, cheeks red from all the wine and champagne, stumbling a little into the suite. Her eyes glanced over towards the master bedroom and back at you, turning embarrassed as if having understood something, before leaving the room hurriedly. 

“ANNOYING RICH PEOPLE!” you yelled to yourself, flinging your shoes near the doorway before collapsing on a large leather sofa. You looked out of the down to floor windows at the glimmering lights of the city, floating hazily before you. You felt one of your dress straps fall past your shoulders, and your black evening gown was already hitched up past your knees, but you didn’t really care. A sound of soft footsteps approached before you saw someone looking down at your lying figure. His black hair fell close to his shoulders, there was a funny cross tattoo on his forehead, his grey eyes piercing and inscrutable. Ah, you remembered him from the gala too, although he was alone most of the time, interacting only with a few select people. Now he had half unbuttoned the vest of his 3-piece suit, and was in the process of loosening his tie. His voice was gentle, but contained a trace of amusement. “Miss, I’m afraid you’re in the wrong room.” “NO YOU’RE IN THE WRONG ROOM!” you yelled in drunken stupor, not even making sense anymore. You sat up disheveled. “PEOPLE LIKE YOU ARE ALL THE SAME, LOOKING DOWN ON OTHERS, USING PEOPLE LIKE THEY ARE TOYS AND THEN THROWING THEM AWAY. DO YOU EVEN HAVE ANY HUMANITY?” you ranted, not realizing that he had taken a seat on the sofa near you. He propped his head up with one hand resting on the armrest, his eyes twinkling and he gazed at you. Even with his loosened tie, and a dress shirt tucked out, there was something alluring about him, drawing you deeper into an abyss. You couldn’t tell if it was dangerous or just seductive. You didn’t even hear the words you were saying. “AND DAMN YOU AND YOUR GOODLOOKING FACE.” He chuckled to himself, before looking back into your eyes with his steely grey ones.  “And how shall people like me be punished?” he asked softly. You found yourself climbing into his lap, your tousled hair now falling a little out of your bun, you knees between his, as you leaned close to his face. You felt the heat of his body below yours. “LIKE THIS.” Without warning, you raised your hand, and gave his forehead a quick and powerful flick. He didn’t even blink, although his eyes registered some kind of shock. Then Chrollo burst out into a small laugh, running his fingers through his hair. So amusing, he thought to himself. Perhaps I can enjoy myself tonight.

Feeling a little mocked, you continued, spurred by embarrassment, “Y-YOU KNOW WHAT IT IS WITH PEOPLE LIKE YOU? NO MATTER HOW HARD YOU TRY, YOU’RE JUST... EMPTY!” 

Before you knew it, suddenly you were on you back, and Chrollo’s hands gripped both of yours, pinning you down hard. Your words had struck a nerve. Surprised from the movement and his reaction, you were speechless, your cheeks now a little warmer when you realized the position you were in, your dress now hiked up almost to your waist. “Perhaps I can prove you wrong,” he whispered, leaning so close both your lips were almost touching. Chrollo knew, from all the women that threw themselves at him throughout the gala, that any of them would immediately take this chance now. He was craving a little release after all, and by this point, no one would refuse.  Then, you stared at him, face red with a mixture of anger and embarrassment, and stuck out your tongue defiantly like a child. With your hands pinned above you, you looked away, pouting. S-so cute! One of Chrollo’s hands flew to shield his face momentarily to stifle a laugh, and a discernible blush covered his cheeks. He stood up from the sofa and straightened out his shirt, walking into the bedroom before returning with an extra duvet. By then, you had dozed off asleep, and he glanced at your weary form. Such an amusing, vulnerable creature. He chuckled, laying the duvet gently over you. “Sleep well tonight, my dear. I’ll be with you in the morning when you wake.” ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Notes: I wanted to write the last Chrollo-only one for the previous situation, but somehow this floated into my mind. I found myself internally screaming when writing the Illumi portion becos Hiso-Illu just dropped so casually I’m like... sometimes I’m glad I have this brain 

[lambvein]

Cheerful Host-part 9 (Reupload)

The past months have been hell on earth. A nightmare come true. These dumb fucking bimbos have been training me to reply to their every command whether it be to finger my pussy or fondle my nipples or bounce up and down to make my massive knockers bounce in public…but I wont give in to their orders!…unfortunately I have a bad feeling my decision to disobey will prove fruitless and harmful to me and my assets.

“Where are you taking me? Why are we going back to the mall, havent you embaressed me enough in that victoria’s secret earlier? What else could you sluts possibly want?” I spoke to the hive of bimbos in an annoyed tone.

Juggs responded “well a perfect bimbo needs a perfect makeover isnt that right ladies? And what better place to start than getting those already fat lips pumped up even more hehe!”.

“What?!?! No, please I already have ridiculously fake, plastic jugs and booty please I cant handle any more implants!” I begged the bimbos.

“Thats exactly the point silly billy! We, like already pumped up your tits and ass so now we need to top off this bimbo cake with some big, fat, fake dick sucking lips!” ariana spoke in a mocking voice.

I began to tear up at the thought of how goofy I would look with massive fake lips and how hard it would be to speak or communicate

“Please ladies, dont do this to me I will do anything…anything at all!”.

“Awe mega mountains thats cute, if we want something from you we will make you do it…speaking of which…play with us right now! Hands on your tits and pussy, girl!” Juggs demanded.

“WHAT!?!? Were in the middle of a fucking mall are you crazy?!?!” I whispered into my cleavage as to not seem crazy infront of the crowd of mall-goers bustling the crowded building.

“EXACTLY!” The bimbos all shouted at once.

I then began to feel the all too familiar feeling of my pussy and nipples swelling up…it felt…AMAZING.

“wont you play with us now, mountains…come on you know you want too” nicki spoke in a seducing, childish tone.

“Hurry up bitch, were not letting you go anywhere until you obey us!” Jugs shouted in the back of my mind.

I gave in to the feelings and dove my hands into my tight top and shorts and began to play with myself. My attempts to stifle my moans proved to be no help as every passing pedestrian either looked at me disgusted, whistled at me or copped a feel themselves.

“Hmmmm these horny guys grabbing a feel gives me an idea, mountains present your huge jugs to the next chick that walks by and beg her to feel you up hahahaha!” Juggs suggested, the other 59 bimbos controlling me all laughed at my situation and decided to pump up the sensitivity in my delicate areas.

The slightest brush from my tight clothes was enough to bring up an accidental squeal in ecstasy. Without hesitation I hefted my titties up to an approaching goth high schooler who had just exited the mall’s hot topic.

“Please, please play with my tits! I need release so bad!” I shouted at the young lady as my knees were shaking and my arms were swiftly giving out from attempting to carry my enormous knockers.

“What the fuck!?!? No way you dumb bimbo!” The goth hissed at me before storming off, dissapearing into the dense crowd of shoppers.

“Girls, please make this end. My shorts are soaking wet and im so tired from hefting my boobs around in everyones faces amd playing with myself for the past hour” I begged the bimbos.

Juggs replied “Okay fine mountains…we will save this for later when your makeover is done!”.

The bimbos all squealed at my suffering as they swiftly brought me back to my feet out of my puddle of pleasure and strutted me over to the mall’s lip injection clinic. The sluts strapped me down to a leather chair in the back of the store as a curvy nurse holding several needles appeared.

“Oh my god can we please talk abou…” my speech was cut off by the nurse pumping the needles into my face all at once.

The sensation of my lips filling to the brim with silicone felt terrible. It took several minutes to finish her injections and by the time she finished half of my view was obstructed by my now cartoonishly large top lip.

“Mmpppff mmppff mmpppfff!” I lost the ability to open my mouth enough to create words.

My lips have become too fat and heavy to be able to open my mouth. “Perfect! I have never done silicone injections that large before but I made a special case for you so you better enjoy it!” The nurse said to me in a cheerul tone as she grabbed a handful of my bottom lip to test its thickness.

“This is perfect! No more backtalk from miss mega mountains!” Nicki interjected.

The sluts all cackled at my inability to speak as I was lifted up off the leather seat and out of the nurse’s office.

“Next stop, a new wardrobe!” Jugs announced.

“Mmmmmppppfff!” I attempted to plead to the sluts.

“Silly mountains theres no point in rebelling. We just took away your one way of communicating with the outside world. You are all ours now” juggs said with a triumphant jiggle of my colossal titties.

“Now play with us…or else…” Nicki demanded.

I didnt hesitate and quickly stuffed my hands down my bra and worked my nipples as best as I could to satisfy the bimbos. Several people passing by either gave me a dirty look, blushed, looked away or hollered at me like some kind of dog. After several minutes and many awkward interactions we approached a lingerie shop I had never noticed in the mall before.

“Alright ladies GO WILD!” Juggs announced to her hive of sluts as I was forced to sprint into the sex shop as my big boobs hit me in the face several times.

The sluts selected several outfits: a christmas themed bikini, a sexy nun costume, a leopard print bodysuit, an obviously too small tracksuit, a latex devil outfit and a tiny pair of panties with an equally miniature bra to go with it. I was practically pushed into the change rooms by my swarm of sluts to the confusion of the clerk at the store and got a look in the mirror at my current situation. I felt like breaking down crying.

I looked like a cartoon character, I barely fit in the change room with my enormous caboose and fat melons attached to me and to top it off I now sported the biggest pair of fake lips I have ever seen, they reached past my chin and rested just below my eyes “MMMMMPPPPFFF!”.

“Like what you see, mega mountains?” Juggs taunted.

“MMMMMMPPPPPFFF!”.

“Yeah, we are all pretty sexy together arent we, I suppose you should be thanking us that there is no reverse spell to separate us…yeah…were one big bimbo together forever.” Juggs mocked as I stared in utter shock at what I had become.

“Ummm excuse me if you are done, like, pouting we have some outifts to try on” kim said in a spiteful tone.

The girls then reached for their first outfit…the santa bikini. All the outfit consisted of was a red mini bikini with a santa hat. The bimbos finished dressing me up and proceeded to put me in as many lusty poses as they could think of, it was so degrating watching my now ruined body being paraded around like this. Every single one of my private bits were on full display…my large and in charge nipples are easily distinguished from the tiny fabric of the bikini top, the bottom of the bikini served as nothing other than a string of cloth rammed up my ass and served no other use other than to split my fat pussy lips. After several minutes the bimbos decided to move on to my next outfit…a sexy nun outfit…compared to my last get up this outfit was actually quite conservative. The costume consisted of a regular nun’s cap and robe with the main draw being the large frame in which the purpose is to display as much cleavage as humanly possible and of course the sluts spared no time as they adjusted my boobs until as much titflesh was spilling out as possible. They became bored of the maid outfit rather quickly probably due to how much skin it covered. The next suit the bimbos decided to stuff me into was a leopard print bodysuit, after zipping up the suit my breath was sucked away as the suit hugged and pushed up all of my curves.

“MMMMPPPPFPFF!” I tried as best as I could to communicate to the bimbos that I couldnt breathe under all my titflesh but my begs were of to no avail as the sluts continued to pose me in any way they pleased without a hitch.

“Damn girls look at our tits! This cleavage goes on forever and ever!” Ariana spoke in a lustful tone to her fellow sluts.

My next outfit was an extremely tight tracksuit. My enormous junk in the trunk was tucked into the extra small tights resulting in a brought up squeal from the cameltoe being firmly set in whilst the tights run deeply into my own ass crack, next the track jacket was zipped all the way up resulting in my titties looking like beanbag chairs stuck in a suit.

“Ooooohh I like this outfit! And it seems like mountains is enjoying it as well. Look how much shes blushing!” Kim pointed out.

“I know what will really get mountains going” juggs said as she took over my whole body.

I felt my lips open as I was forced to speak into the mirror…wait how was she making me talk with my fat, fake lips?!?!

“Hey samantha…enjoying the ride? I sure hope you are because its going to get so much sweeter…we will never stop recruiting sluts to join our hive and you will never escape being the host of our hive. You will never be rid of your massive knockers, your big fat booty or us…so get used to it bitch because you are under new management. The bimbos management” Juggs finished her speech and returned to her respective consiousness in my jugs.

I felt like crying but my big fake lips only allowed me to hold a ridiculous duck face as I stared full view at my figure. Whilst I was distracted the sluts undressed me from the tracksuit and quickly suited me up into a hot red latex bodysuit and attachable devil horns. The slut squad stuffed my extreme assets into the bodysuit to the point of deriving severe discomfort from within the suit. “Perfect!” Jugs announced as she assessed the fruits of her labour by fondling my tight implants and injections.

“Yes, a million times yes! Lets roll girls!” Juggs announced to her fellow bimbos as I strutted out of the sex shop.

“Mmmmppppfff mmmpppff!” I tried conveying to the sluts my terrible discomfort due to the constraints of the bodysuit but my begs and moans fell on deaf ears as they kept bouncing me along like some kind of pornstar preparing for a shoot.

I looked absolutely ridiculous, I looked like jessica rabbit going to a bdsm convention.

“*ahem* we need some attention down here mountains, come on dont you know how to be a good guest?” Jugs spoke in a sharp, snarky tone.

I stuffed my hands down the front of my suit which only made my discomfort more extreme and began working my nipples to please the bimbo hive.

“Now don't you dare take your hands off your tits until we say so or you will feel the wrath of the bimbos” juggs hissed.

I continued playing with my mountains as I was forced to walk through the entire mall as if to display to everyone what I had become, this is so fucking humiliating. My face was burning red by this point which only further put my heavy makeup job front and centre. It took several minutes to exit the mall and by the time we had my pussy was ready to burst but the sluts refused to supply me release. With my new outfit pushing up my knockers and booty combined with my new fat lips I now felt even more embarressed to be seen in public. The people only see me as a bimbo now and now with my massive lips I cant even talk back…I am now a passenger to my own body at the horny hands of 60 bimbos, sluts, whores and strippers….wait why are we going back to the strip club!?!?!…

[swampgallows]

blizzcon recap, basically a big stream of consciousness text dump while i still remember things and i will make a refined post later i think

Thursday morning I went to bed around 3am, woke up at 630am, and then again at 730am to board my 840am train bound for anaheim. I had originally intended to drive myself to the con but decided against it, as I didn’t want to pay $60 for parking nor endure the stress of driving on the freeway solo for the first time. 

I took a lyft to my hotel and met up with sun​ (who gave me kandi!!!) and their husband aaron, then we went to claim our badges and make some store purchases.

after feverishly texting reglei we caught sight of each other in line, got tired of waiting, then made our way to disneyland. there we met up with zach and kept missing fitze by mere moments; finally caught fitze & friends at the river belle terrace (a place i have never been in before because despite my many years of being a passholder, there was never a reason or time for a sit-down restaurant experience at disney, so when i opened the door i IMMEDIATELY closed it thinking i was intruding on a private dinner event LMAO). we knocked out everything on the western side of the park (including a fry-filled splash mountain) and got some good pics. the ride on indy was one of the best i’ve had in years: no stalling, great speed, and tons of jerks that nearly threw me out of the jeep hell yeah. perce made it to disneyland in the evening and we got to enjoy space mountain, star tours, a second round of pirates, a VERY invigorated spin on the teacups, then left at closing. zach generously dropped us all off at our individual hotels before heading out himself.

around 2am i woke up convulsing with an anxiety attack and took half a med. i was scared i had woken up sun and aaron but they were coincidentally also awake. after some talking and goofing off with them we made the very informed decision to postmates some del taco to the hotel at 3am. my god was it worth it. i had selected the “fries and secret sauce” option, unaware that these ingredients were not sides, but components to be added to the inside of the burrito. wasn’t bad!

7am wake up for day 1 of the con. met for “breakfast” with perce and reg at the hilton starbucks, which said that they accepted rewards but then didn’t :| i sincerely dont even remember what we did first as everything in the con was so purely awesome and overwhelming. The opening ceremony brought tears to my eyes, of course, as it displayed “WELCOME HOME” on every stage. We mostly just traveled around the con, taking pics, learning the layout, and mentally digesting everything. We attended the VA panel in the early afternoon which was a GREAT decision (no spoilers if you haven’t watched the virtual ticket stream yet!!!) and then made our way to the main stage, where we parked for a good 5-6 hours for the WoW and HotS “What’s next?” panels, then the following WC3 reforged insight panel and, finally, the entire community night. i really want to make sure i grab clips of some of darin de paul’s mcing that night because the man was sawing at my heartstrings like a viola bow. i got very close to crying many times. have no fear put on another amazing performance—this time a wow track called “war mode”—and won the talent contest! we had the privilege of running into them after the performance to congratulate and get some pics w them. i also met up with hinz who i haven’t seen in forever and we got to talk about his brewing and the con! had blaze pizza for dinner then passed out.

breakfast at coco’s for day 2 of the con, this time with sun and aaron in tow. all i needed was hot cocoa and a slice of dark chocolate chip cheese pie. it was...so goddamn good. we started off the con with the warcraft sounds panel featuring the zone of drustvar and concluded with some great performances by david arkenstone and the tavern band. they performed the zandalari zocalo music and bloodsail, an old favorite! we puttered around the darkmoon faire until the build-a-panel featuring zone design in warcraft but couldn’t hear anything due to the acoustics of the stage, so i left to pick up my blink purchases with fitze. there i met a girl wearing kandi and traded with her; she gave me a rubber bracelet from a podcast she’d attended called ‘pwncast’ that reads ‘we bow to no one’ which is VERY garrosh. other than that we had a grand old time of waiting in a line we didnt have to wait in and then made our way back for the warcraft Q&A. the second i saw metzen i immediately screamed with awe and terror and then sobbed into my lap. perce and reg comforted me, and the rest of the panel was fairly uneventful. I think i was the one human being who shouted ‘woo!’ at the scott johnson’s mention of his interviews with metzen, lol. we were waiting for meggo to have a chance to ask her question but she didn’t get the opportunity :(

after the q&a we went over to the unofficial tumblr meetup organized by questifer which was a huge privilege and a lot of fun, and we even made some new friends. i spilled my spaghetti about garrosh to actual blizzard quest developers and im very embarrassed that i did. lmao. i really liked the casual atmosphere of just chilling on the floor though. fitze had to leave halfway through :( but the quest discussion went on for almost 2 full hours. it was really a humbling opportunity.

by that time, the closing ceremonies were underway. reg and i missed out on the hots finals so we just bummed around the overwatch arena for a bit just to see the thing and catch a few minutes of kristian nairn’s set. again, cool stuff, but nothing i can go nuts to lmao. it’s questing music to me. on our way out of the hots stage i ran into a dude wearing KIKWEARS and gave him kandi!! it was awesome lmao. we spent some ducats at the darkmoon faire, but the real prize was won as we were walking out and scored the literal actual absolute last three available boxes of lucio-ohs!!! mine had a hole punched in it so we ate a bit of it before returning to blaze pizza for dinner again. the cereal tastes like lucky charms to me! it’s very sweet, but good!

sunday morning perce, reg, and i secured a breakfast at dennys. when i went up to pay the check i saw the cashier was wearing a piece of kandi and i had the perfect piece for her, the “short stack” piece with the pancake eraser. she traded me the one piece she was wearing (!) which said ‘insomniac’ (obv haha). i made that kandi a while ago and it feels like it was fate for this moment to arrive. reg and perce and i all parted ways back to our individual hotels. i was just chilling in the lobby when i saw a woman wearing kandi, so i went over and introduced myself. she traded me a piece that said mermaid on it, due to my “mermaid hair” :> we started talking about phat pants and she said her daughters now wear the pairs she used to wear! and the kandi she chose was the “a book for ants” with the miniature bible on it, as she found it appropriate for her halloween “christian protest” where she blasted tchami and malla and had a totem that encouraged ‘sinners’ to dance with her, lol.

i excused myself for the restroom and she invited me to “come back and hang out!” so i did!! and when i returned the group was playing a fun card game called chameleon. and have no fear was playing with them!! daniella, one of the performers from the talent contest (they sang the song about vanilla wow), had also joined us. so i got to play the game with a few members of the group and made some new friends, leigh (who gave me kandi) and jaime/ace, who i talked to about old school raving and kandi for a bit. there was a point where everyone but ace went up to the room for their luggage so it was just the two of us sitting there talking, and a pair of guys came up to us holding some merch. “Do you guys want these? we bought too many loot crates.” i was stunned!! they handed me a shadow plush and a clip-on ganymede to ace.

when they all returned, they were trying to plan what to do next, and i told them i had to grab a lyft and start heading to the train station. leigh offered me a ride there!!! i really felt PLUR for the first time in ages, lmao. we all hugged each other and said our goodbyes.

arriving at the train station, i ran into other blizzcon people and we talked about wow the ENTIRE ride home. for the first leg of the journey it was a super full train and we all had to stand but it was okay. we were all enthusiastically talking about wow with zero awkward pauses or any points of contention. it was so amazing just thriving on each other’s hype. at one point another person on the train said “do you guys play this game or MAKE this game?” because we were talking about it in such detail LOL. we all traded battletags before i had to go. it felt really amazing to be able to just literally talk to strangers about something i love and have such an amazing conversation like that. it felt so awesome to just be connecting to people so deeply all the time. 

im going to try to preserve the memory of being able to connect to people like that, as i came home and felt isolated and disconnected from everything again. i want to keep riding the coattails of this positivity as long as i can so i’m not going to go into the details of that. a lot of us really felt we could come out of our shells; i kept stressing how “safe” blizzcon was; with all of the focus i’ve been making in therapy on vulnerability, connection, isolation, and the need to feel worthy of being loved, i want to keep these memories at the forefront while i try to forge a better future for myself.

i really hope i can go again next year!

[aliwept]

WARNING :     MASSIVE TOKOYAMI HC DUMP AHEAD !  part one of ..... many sldkfjds i gotta transfer a lot from old blogs

triggers:  body talk,  religions mentions,  mentions of binding, self hatred and transitioning.

BELIEFS / MOTIVATION:

tokoyami looks at becoming a hero the “wrong” way — or rather, in a way that cripples his success.he doesn’t want to become a hero in and of itself, but to help as many people as he can.

this is usually a good thing, but it is motivated by his extreme guilt and self doubt rather than pure desire, believing that that is the only way to pay for his “sins.” (i.e., the destruction or potential destruction his quirk as/could cause(d).)

he holds himself up to an extremely high standard, (it is impossible to have a totally “pure” motivation,) one of being perfect and disciplined in every way, but he consistently fails to reach that (as any human being would), making it so that he falls deeper into a circle of self-doubt and pity.

he also tends to idealize his friends for their faults, and when those difficult traits show up he gets extremely bothered, then angry at himself for his idealization, then angry for bothering them, & it escalates until he’s simply angry at himself for being what he believes to be a burden.

this is an extremely deeply rooted process, one that even daily actions contribute to, & while the source isn’t completely his parents, it is certainly reinforced by his mother’s abuse & his guilt relating to his father’s death.

PHYSICAL:

he’s not particularly muscled — well, compared to his more muscular classmates. most of his muscle is in his legs & stomach. he does not have a particular training regimen, typically unmotivated unless prompted.

unlike the majority of his classmates, because a lot of his fighting is done with dark shadow moving him (so that it’s harder to predict movements, as well as going from a large range), the majority of the time he’s not challenged physically.

against close attacks, both attacking which he uses his sword for (seen in his dorm room), when allowed. he inherited that sword from his father after his death. he also feels fatigue easily, not so much due to muscles but because of his exhaustion that is his “normal” state, given that dark shadow is nocturnal. (this & his low work ethic. he works a lot harder when training with friends.)

he doesn’t feel the need to bind more than not, given his skinny physique, with his hips being only a little bit wider than the average cis man’s.most of his scars are on his arms, self inflicted from his talons cutting into his skin. parts of his skin are covered in a gel like skin, clear to see the feathers that poke out from them, going much like arm hair down his sides. these are mostly around his shoulders.

most of the feather is underneath skin (though the skin & the feather both have no nerves), visible with the skin being mostly clear (no muscles adding color, only the natural dark pigment) with the rest of the feaher poking out at a low angle to his arm.

HABITS:

he has a diary that he writes in religiously. it’s kept in a hat box under his bed when he returns to the dorm, along with a collection he’s had since he had been able to write.

at times, in nostalgia, he’ll read through his earlier books. he also tends to doodle his classmates in them ! he’s an incredibly private person — especially because his mother ignored his privacy, refusing to let him keep secrets of any kind in ‘fear that he was hiding something’ — but also enjoys putting his thoughts into words.         

PAST:               

tokoyami was bullied due to his appearance / personality. for someone who was already uncomfortable with his body (not knowing what being trans was at that point) this became the root of deep insecurity regarding his appearance, whether it was as simple as hesitation.

he is autistic !! he stims a lot with his hands, though usually it’s in his hoodie / under his cloak, because he’s very self conscious about it.  he also has adhd: inattentive type, bpd, depression & anxiety!

fantasy verse:  he’s a witch & i will fight you on this fact. my boy loves the occult. he’s also. in generally he tends to be superstitious, & more than that enjoys different rituals! it probably won’t show up in my rp cause i honestly don’t know much about that type of thing but ! he absolutely adores things like that, not necessarily because he fully believes them but because they’re interesting & he believes that they probably stem if only in part from fact.

now im gonna add some notes here.  while he is obviously pretty strong,  he has problems with control, considering that not only does he have to react, he has to communicate those thoughts with dark shadow. speed / offense / defense obviously are enhanced w dark shadow, as well as his own abilities (he would still be able to hold his own if he couldn’t use his quirk).

as well, a lot of his stats are basically his stats + dark shadow, which obv makes them higher than they otherwise would be. he also has really high stamina and working out for a long time doesn’t really. make him tired, nor dark shadow, because dark shadow doesn’t get tired & he’s not the one doing a lot of the actual physical stuff. he’s not good w weapons tho in general. note that these are basically during the daytime w/o a huge light source so things change when it’s darker/lighter.

parents:   tokoyami’s mother had the ability to call spirits of the dead to her and talk to them, & his father’s was to house things, as in objects, so he cld like. store things inside of his body. it’s real wild.

a quirk that combined with another in tokoyami’s lineage, so one of his ancestors had the ability to shapeshift, specifically with birds & banged w someone who has a quirk similar to aizawa’s, where it basically ‘stills’ the action of .someone’s quirk, if that makes sense? so down the line people wld inherit a birds’ features, but it would switch. in his dad’s case, he got a raptors ‘arms’ & eyes.

i am here to inform you that not only is he really short, he’s also chubby! espcially as a child. while he now has muscle! :tm: ive made earlier posts about how he doesn’t have a good. regimen & shit so. yeah. just like deku, while he may be muscled, (though he’s less muscled than. most of his classmates) he still is v chubby on other parts of his body.

also ! he’s trans & he has. a large bust, which he does not bind most of the time due to fear of asphyxiation. being demiboy, he is bothered at it at times, but dislikes tight clothes as a whole (like binders). this is because he is easily overstimulated by excessive contact with his body, causing sensory overload.the exception is his neck, which his choker is a source of comfort. (though, warning, there are scars underneath that the large choker hides!)

tokoyami. will say/do something & then become embarrassed by it, after the act has already been done. he’ll fuckin melt on the spot.

tokoyami is absolutely someone to leave ppl on read. or respond w several paragraphs w ‘K.’ like. that’s just how it is. he’s lowkey an asshole in that way but he just. he has to think a lot before having a response but he gets distracted & just leaves it.

he has dark fucking brown skin !!!!! people who draw tokoyami w light skin cause he’s a ‘pale goth uwu !!!!’ are weak & will be weeded out by natural selection.

people he trains with most are ,,,  mostly kirishima, kaminari, aoyama and momo when they’re available

he’s mix of japanese, native american, and indian!

self knowledge questions:  neediness, independence, shyness.

NEEDINESS: being affirmed & nurtured by others is a central requirement for you to feel safe. this means you can be slow to warm up to other people, which is difficult because what you most need from them is their warmth. yet you know how to be vulnerable: to let down your defenses and accept that you need another person. this lack of pretense is a valuable trait, and ultimately more endearing than the macho efforts others make to deny their childlike sides.

INDEPENDENCE: you don’t set out to be different for its own sake; you are more easily guided by what interests & moves you. you are more concerned about what is right for you than about the pressure to fit in. you know the value of selective irresponsibility, of forgetting occasionally about being ‘good’.

SHYNESS: part of you is gripped by the fear that you’ll launch into something and completely mess it up. the upside of this is wise caution: people are indeed often too rash, whereas you know, by instinct, that holding back can save you. probably, you feel shame and self-disgust a bit too much. but when you do feel in your element, you act with a wisdom and sensitivity never found in people with thicker skins.

there’s an au where he’s tamaki’s half brother tamakis hmu

more ramblings cause i lov him so anw. i figure that like. if he had to have a motivator it would be an outside force but basically he’s riding on the fact that he has more physical ability because he doesn’t perform very well in studies. ( bird brain …… )

getting 14th place out of the class on midterms, he’s aware that he’s not motivated & as well as his migraines & other mental illnesses ( adhd, executive dysfunction, etc. ) this means that he doesn’t really reach his “full potential.”

he’s aware of this, though, which causes him to train physically. physically training also allows him to ( a ) feel proud of himself, something that he struggles with ( b ) help him generally, esp with dysphoria ( c ) get his mind off of other things / points of stress.

i still don’t think he’s like. as buff as shouji for example, though part of that is that he’s naturally lean ! & he has trouble motivating himself sometimes but when he stays up late ( due to dark shadow ) it basically wrecks his sleeping patterns, so this gives him something beneficial to do while also exhausting himself, which he hopes will help him fall asleep.

like i know that i said that . . he was skinny / not v muscled ( when compared to his buffer classmates, rather ) but i guess i’ve been proven wrong because it took both Buff McFuck mina and hagakure 2 push him out of the way ( not tht it took that long but that was w them straining / time skips )

so @ this point i Just Don’t Know. he got 9 in the practical which means he’s obv like ?? p good but that was the entrance exam. ( he got 10 rescue my baby !!!! im so proud of him ) & then w aizawa’s exams he started off at 5 & im tryna find the other thing what it ended up as but @ this point i’m just , pretty divided cause i’m not seeing much reason for him to learn to train w/o proper training ( & we kno that he’s not someone who was trained specially like todoroki / momo tho tht doesnt mean it’s not possible & at this point im just ) ya. he’s gotta be able but from what we know he’s not v motivated ? ausdjkfdsfjk we’ll see ig.

tokoyami is a mix of shinto (where his hero epithet comes from), taoist (due to the values), & hindu (again, values). i think for now it’s going to be some mix of that, though i’m going to do some research on shinto values since i don’t know much about it !!!!!

generally, he’s pretty superstitious, just because he knows many myths are based on facts, & the idea of ‘it doesn’t hurt to watch out for them.’ he prefers to avoid possible things that would make him have bad luck.

[taeverie]

Until Next Time—01 [m]

[4:38 AM] Jimin: film yourself for me

[4:38 AM] You: Ur kidding

[4:38 AM] Jimin: do it

[4:38 AM] Jimin: i know the day just started but do you know what i’m craving for breakfast?

[4:38 AM] Jimin: i want to get a taste of your heaven

Synopsis: Who would have guessed that a stranger you met through an online game would quickly escalate into a cyber fuck buddy?

Pairing: Jimin x Reader // Gaming!AU

Genre: Smut & a dash of humor

Word Count: 5k

Includes: sexting/phone sex, dirty talk

Parts: 01 || 02 || 03

A/N: oh man, i can’t believe this is showing its light again either

[10:22:05 PM] erectchim: um. who are you

[10:22:13 PM] seokjinsaga: has left the server.

It starts with a swarm of messages from unrecognizable usernames, one stranger flooding after another. You get a sudden impulse to turn back and explain to the other players that you made a typo in the server name, admitting it is all a mistake, but you freeze when your cursor hovers over the chat bar. All you have to do is exit the game but you choose not to and surprisingly, you hold no regrets.

[10:22:20 PM] erectchim: this is a private server

[10:22:29 PM] erectchim: how did you get in here?

[10:22:48 PM] moonmoon (you): what the hell

[10:25:32 PM] erectchim: what kind of dumb ign is moonmoon

You freeze and ponder the bombardment of messages, roaming the snowy map in hopes of your friend showing up in the server. You remain silent for the most part, allowing their messages to build upon one another as you wander from cabin to hut in the game. A part of you hopes your friend makes the same typo you have to hop in and carry the lead- she doesn’t and she is the one who has dragged you to play this vapid game in the first place. The surrounding players slip from your mind until that same user addresses you again.

[10:25:32 PM] erectchim: wait, moonmoon

[10:25:32 PM] erectchim: what are you, twelve?

[10:25:32 PM] moonmoon: Excuse me?

[10:25:32 PM] moonmoon: Ur one to talk with an ign called erectchim

The moment you reply to “erectchim” the other competitors jump into the convo, each one inquiring you on your identity.

[10:37:02 PM] goldenkook: who the fuck are you?

[10:37:32 PM] minGenius: What the hell, I thought this was a private server.

[10:38:00 PM] Taetosterone: hey, add me!

[10:38:02 PM] rapjoon: has left the server.

[10:38:09 PM] minGenius: has left the server.

[10:38:26 PM] Taetosterone: i still want you to add me

[10:38:29 PM] goldenkook: has left the server.

[10:38:30 PM] Taetosterone: has sent you a friend request.

[10:38:34 PM] Taetosterone: has invited you to join the guild ‘penetration station.’

[10:38:45 PM] Taetosterone: has left the server.

You are rendered speechless as you enter the towering, run-down building as a safety net, the bright crimson of the number zero on the top of the screen to indicate you have no kills; however, you have gained seven deaths from the opposing team within such a short amount of time. You guide your character through the facility and the room dims up when you pass the front office. You feel like you found the safe spot in there game, a standstill where no competitors can find you, but the circuit within quickly breaks and the whole hallway begins to flicker dull, yellow beams. You pan the field view to the left and find another player with the username “erectchim” twirling above its hooded head with a glock in hand. You glide your cursor on top of his avatar, right clicking his profile to have another sheer window open on the side, revealing his divine statistics. You notice he is inspecting your empty profile as well from the lack of motion in his character. About to comment on how long he has been wasting daylight on such a game, something else catches your eye.

[10:40:12 PM] moonmoon: I thought ur ign was horrible but what the fuck is a penetration station

[10:40:22 PM] erectchim: i’m glad you asked

[10:40:30 PM] erectchim: it’s a closed guild filled with a couple of the top players in this game

[10:40:44 PM] moonmoon: So why the fuck did i get an invite

[10:40:49 PM] erectchim: …

[10:40:58 PM] moonmoon: From taetosterone

[10:41:16 PM] erectchim: delete it

Your eyes roam across his two messages over and over while you wonder what would happen if you committed the opposite of his request. It isn’t like you are tied down to this game forever and your friend is not even in the same server as you. Of course you have to attempt your own definition of fun.

[10:41:55 PM] moonmoon: has joined the guild ‘penetration station!’

[10:42:04 PM] erectchim: i am going to fucking kill you

By then you no longer care that you are pestering “erectchim” because his reactions always make you cackle, brightening your night completely. He constantly shadows your jumpy avatar that has no armor whatsoever to protect its health, stabbing the incoming enemies that cross your path for the sole purpose of protecting his guild’s reputation. His patience runs low the second your character falls into the white blankets of your seventeenth death.

[11:00:11 PM] erectchim: you fucking suck at this game leave our guild you kid

[11:00:32 PM] moonmoon: Im not a fucking kid

[11:00:37 PM] erectchim: you sure know how to act like one

[11:00:56 PM] erectchim: hit your command key

[11:00:59 PM] moonmoon: Why?

[11:01:04 PM] erectchim: to turn on your mic

Is he joking? He wants to hear your voice to confirm that you are not a nettlesome child?

[11:03:57 PM] erectchim: hello? turn on your mic

[11:05:29 PM] moonmoon: I ran out of ammo

[11:05:36 PM]  erectchim: what a shame. how about you turn on your mic now?

[11:05:42 PM] moonmoon: Fuck off and shut up

[11:05:54 PM]  erectchim: what was that?

Aware that he would drag this on for the rest of the match until you fulfill his request, you hit the command key to switch on your mic. He hears you clear your throat as you brace for his reaction. “I said shut up!”

His reaction is instantaneous, pure shock striking him down to the core as you toss his expectations down the drain. He takes a few seconds to comprehend the sound of your voice, tired eyes widening and jaw dropping.

[11:06:07 PM]  erectchim: holy shit

[11:06:11 PM]  erectchim: you’re a chick?

[11:06:58 PM] moonmoon: Ur turn, turn on ur mic now

[11:07:09 PM] erectchim: you’d have to add me on skype for that ;)

[11:07:14 PM] erectchim: @parkjxmn.95

You could turn down his proposition and shut off your laptop to call it a night, but there is something coasting your mind to add this alluring stranger back. Unexpectedly, you do and that is only the intro to each other’s game.

[11:07:36 PM] moonmoon: Fine

You hesitantly switch windows to Skype, messages from your cousin swamping you incomings. Leaving them unread, you hit the add button, typing his user one by one until his name pops up along with other similarities. “parkjxmn.95: Park Chimchim.”

Snapping the grey button to send a request, he accepts it within an instant as if he was waiting for your invitation the entire time. You inch forward in the cushions of your seat when you see a box with a reflection of your face appear, mimicking every movement- “Park Chimchim is requesting to video call…”

You whisper to yourself, a frown ghosting upon your face. “You have to be fucking kidding me.”

You slam your hand on the space bar in expectations of declining the call, but the automatic select is on that daring green button and causes your microphone to jitter on, white light of the webcam flicker to work, and reveals the features of your face that is being illuminated by your only source of light: the computer screen.

He sits upon his comfortable throne, body wrapping in a maroon blanket and a black tee draping upon his body. Taking a small sip of water, his eyes fall onto the blinding monitor and the moment you accept the call, he chokes and slams the glass down, hand flying to his mouth to shield his harsh coughs.

“Um,” you observe his figure that is clearly in disposition, “are you okay?”

“Yeah,” he says in between rough hacks, “I- This was uncalled for.”

You giggle and raise the volume on your computer so he can be more audible. “Why? You’re the one who called me.”

“I know, it’s just that I- you’re really freaking pretty,” he admits, softly pounding on his chest. “Wow, and you have nice lips.”

The corners of your lips tug into a slim smile, his flustered behavior emitting a small fit of laughter from you. He props his chin in his palm, eyes gazing at the screen as you mirror that same action to take in his appearance. His washed out blonde hair is like a plush made of golden feathers, eyes crinkling to two crescent moons because he has the look of regale on his face, and chiseled features perfect to the core as if he is sculpted by a Renaissance artist.

He watches you take a deep breath and exhale, the gust blowing a few strands of hair away from your face where a faint pout is beginning to bloom. He catches himself staring, shuddering his body to lean back in his seat. “Ah, I’m Jimin.”

“Y/N,” you let out with a quirk of your lips, “it’s nice to, uh, meet you…?”

“It didn’t seem like it earlier in game,” he jests and drags every fraction of his willpower to hold back his noteworthy remarks.

“Well my bad, you’re the one who mocked my username.”

He chuckles and switches the window back to the FPS, carrying the conversation. “I’m sorry you made the stupid choice of moonmoon. Now get back on the game, I’m going to restart our server.”

“Fine-” you drag your mouse to return to the channel- “and I thought I was only going to play this game once.”

“Why?” He asks and you see him nudge your avatar with its glock.

You close his avatar window and begin to search for any sort of exit within the facility, the flickering lights beginning to give you an eerie feeling along with the rummaged office supplies and disheveled desks. “My friend dragged me in for the bonus items and she isn’t even here.”

His character appears in your field of view, turning around twice to notion you to follow him out the shattered window. “That’s so sad,” he chuckles, “follow me.”

He leads your personifier and his out of the building and catches a few snipes here and there, making sure your character doesn’t reach its twentieth death. The two of you camp out behind a wall of towering shrubs and growing vines that stretch on looming trees. “Let me teach you how to play,” he says but it comes out more as a strict command.

Jimin’s voice is soothing as he walks you through the basics of the FPS, teaching you how to exchange weapons and guiding you to the shadowing parts of the map. Under his guidance it doesn’t take long for you to gain your first kill. Your yelp of excitement causes a smile to blossom on his face. It is only supposed to be one match then you hit the sack, but hours quickly stretch and one becomes two, three, until you hit the eighth at the crack of the night.

“Okay, okay,” you sigh and blink your tired eyes, officially exiting the game to call it a night, “I think I should head to bed now.”

He pouts and closes the window when he sees the green activity button next to your username flicker red. “It’s only 3:36 AM.”

You watch the unhappiness creep on his face but lethargy drowns out everything else. “I still can’t believe you’re in the same timezone as me, good night.”

“Wait!” He stops you from clicking the vermillion button to end the call, “Give me your number.”

At this point of the night you are sure that he thinks he is dreaming. “What the fuck, no, I just met you.”

“Really?” He asks twice to confirm, raising his phone as his eyes glue to the screen, thumbs flying over the pad.

You exert an exaggerated grunt. “Yes, good-bye.”

“Okay, but check your phone before you go to bed.”

Too drained to reply, you end the call and hop into the comfort of your bed, allowing the satin sheets to drape above you while sinking into your mattress. You tug the blankets to your chin, arm reaching across the bed to retrieve your phone on the desk. You have one new message from an unknown number. Hesitant, you open it.

[3:42 AM] Unknown: hi it’s jimin

You stare at the same three words as if they are going to disappear the longer you hope for such a thing to occur. Those three grey dots appear and disappear over and over, Jimin contemplating what words to say.

[3:43 AM] Unknown: i know you didn’t want to give me your number but it was on your skype profile

[3:43 AM] Unknown: i thought it would be kind to ask first

[3:44 AM] You: Fuck off and go to bed

[3:44 AM] Jimin: take your own advice

[3:44 AM] You: I took a nap earlier so its hard

[3:44 AM] Jimin: jeez, fine. good night and sweet dreams

[3:45 AM] Jimin: talk to you in a few hours

You roam your social media for a couple tens of minutes, allowing the effort of browsing to tire you out until your bright eyes are now dark and drooping. Your thumb rests on the lock button ready to shut out the light to really bring it all to a close, but then you get another sudden text.

[4:07 AM] Jimin: idk if you’re sleeping or not

[4:07 AM] Jimin: you probably are and i just want to tell you that you’re really pretty

[4:07 AM] Jimin: and that from what i saw you have a nice body

[4:08 AM] Jimin: i’d like to webcam again later if that’s alright

[4:08 AM] Jimin: well, to talk of course. unless you want to do more as well

[4:08 AM] Jimin: i mean

[4:10 AM] Jimin: fuck

[4:10 AM] Jimin: sorry i’m kinda hard right now

[4:11 AM] You: I said go the fuck to sleep

You knew there was something off with Jimin when you first met on the game, but you wouldn’t expect him to be as open as he is right now.

[4:12 AM] Jimin: i will if you help me out :)

[4:12 AM] You: Living up to your username, erectchim, i see

[4:13 AM] Jimin: i can send an example as well if you want

His flirty jests capture your attention, warm feeling rising in your stomach as you turn to your side to pull on the lamp switch. Who would have thought Jimin would be so… fuckboy? Who would have guessed that you’d bat an eye to someone like that as well?

[4:14 AM] You: Fuck u, oh my gosh i was trying to sleep

[4:14 AM] Jimin: why do you always say that?

[4:14 AM] Jimin: you’d like that wouldn’t you?

[4:14 AM] Jimin: are you not saying anything because it’s true?

[4:15 AM] Jimin: come on, y/n

[4:15 AM] Jimin: you haven’t seen my dick yet, but i’m sure you want it

You haven’t seen it “yet?”

You stare at the message previews, your phone screen the only source of illumination in the dark of your room. You aren’t sure what comes over you, but whatever it is it’s enough for you to turn daring, testing Jimin’s limits to see how far his amorous jokes can go.

[4:16 AM] You: Yeah? what if i do?

Jimin swallows his breath at your reply, not expecting you to play your own set of cards to his suggestive game.

[4:17 AM] Jimin: wait really?

[4:18 AM] Jimin: hello?

[4:18 AM] You: Yeah i guess

[4:18 AM] You: Why?

[4:19 AM] Jimin: cause then

[4:19 AM] Jimin: you can have it.

It is unexpected to him that you would carry on his trifles, but the next message he sends is completely uncalled for.

[4:21 AM] Jimin: [image0425.jpg]

You run your thumb over your screen to unlock your phone, a grainy photograph awaiting you in the messages. You flip onto your back and hold your phone at a closer proximity to your face, vision narrowing on the picture. It takes you a while to put every fraction of your mind to figure out what he sent considering the dim lighting, blur, and grain, but it finally hits you.

Laying over his cotton sheets, his hardened length rests in the gap of his thumb and index finger, boxers peeping out of the grey sweats that now hug his thighs. You clench your teeth, unsure of how to reply, and your mouth waters at the exquisite sight.

[4:23 AM] Jimin: busy?

[4:23 AM] You: No

[4:23 AM] You: Ur bigger than i thought

[4:23 AM] You: Oh and that was fucking unexpected

[4:23 AM] Jimin: sorry, does this make up for it?

[4:24 AM] Jimin: [image0426.jpg]

A sudden wave of desire washes over your body from a mere glance at the graphic. He is on his feet, toes digging into the forest of his carpet, and his whole hand is wrapping around his solid member as if he is jerking himself off- honestly, he probably is. A part of his face is peeping in his poorly taken picture, mouth agape and head tilting. You have seen Jimin’s face before on video the video call, but you never noticed how kissable his lips appear. Nonetheless, you want to beat him at his own game.

[4:26 AM] You: Did u stand up just to take that picture?

[4:26 AM] Jimin: way to ruin the mood

[4:26 AM] You: Are u the jimin i met on that stupid game?

[4:27 AM] Jimin: and i repeat

[4:27 AM] Jimin: way to ruin the mood

There is a line of silence between you two, both unable to render coherent thoughts. You then decide to return the favor; of course, unexpected to him as well.

[4:31 AM] You: [image089.jpg]

[4:31 AM] You: Does this make up for it?

Jimin’s member twitches in his hand as he gawks at your image, your palm sliding into your white laced panties that has a growing wet spot. He falls onto his bed, slowly typing his response.

[4:33 AM] Jimin: what the

[4:33 AM] Jimin: hey i know you just met me and all

[4:33 AM] Jimin: through the fucking internet especially

[4:33 AM] Jimin: but i really want you beside me right now

[4:34 AM] You: Really?

[4:34 AM] Jimin: no i actually want your mouth over my dick but same shit

Same shit?

Jimin appears to be drowning in his hormones tonight. Nonetheless, it is miraculously a turn on and despite the wide distance between you two, the electricity provides a strong enough pull.

[4:36 AM] Jimin: i may or may not want to know how well you can take me

[4:36 AM] Jimin: probably relaly well

[4:36 AM] Jimin: fuck

[4:37 AM] Jimin: [image0442.jpg]

[4:37 AM] Jimin: i’m so hard over a girl i met on the fucking internet can you believethta

From the way his replies are starting to become messy and careless, you can already read into his actions within his room. His hand is pumping rigorously up and down his hard shaft, tightening the grip whenever you reply, thumb grazing the screen to take a peek at the picture and-

[4:38 AM] You: [image090.jpg]

Shit. It’s another graphic of your sex but this time it is unclothed and drenching. With two fingers barely digging into your entrance, succulence coating them already, he lets out a long string of groans. In brevity each other’s swarm of needy texts that flood both screens, erotic pictures every so often, he pops out another question- well, command.

[4:42 AM] Jimin: film yourself for me

[4:42 AM] Jimin: let me see your soaking pussy

[4:42 AM] You: What?

[4:42 AM] Jimin: do it

[4:42 AM] Jimin: i know it’s the beginning of the day but i’m already craving breakfast

[4:42 AM] Jimin: i want to get a taste of your heaven

[4:43 AM] Jimin: i bet you want my tongue on you as much as i do

[4:43 AM] Jimin: i’d lick you clean over and over

[4:43 AM] Jimin: you should also know i’d make you cum endlessly

[4:44 AM] Jimin: shit, go fukcing film yourself for me right now

You take a moment or two to consider his request; surprisingly enough, you fulfill it, all traces of fatigue washing out of your body. You steadily swipe to the camera app and prop your phone in the soft of your pillows, stripping yourself of your panties and grey tee. You tap the vermillion of your screen, a “swoosh” indicating that it begins to record. You scoot back, dragging your sheets with you, and spread your legs to reveal your deluging slit. Sliding your hands from your knees, pathing to your thigh, you take your clit in between your index and middle finger, duly sliding over it prior to propelling them inside. The sensation is enlivening on the spot, rich imaginations of Jimin fucking you until your senses give out invading your mind. Becoming carried away with the zest of the situation you grab onto your phone to reveal your whole face.

He ponders what’s taking up your time, doubting the fact that you would give into his rousing demand. Well, until the notification pops up on his phone.

[4:48 AM] You: [video18.mp4]

He gulps in expectations of it being you poking another jest at his shoulder, but once he hit play his mind transports to a fervent kingdom and begins to wild for more.

The way you look with your baby hairs sticking to your forehead, beads of sweat dripping from your temples due to the heated session. The camera pans to your chest, showing him your two dales, nipples erect as ever. It slowly shifts to your jerking hand, your middle and index finger stretching you out as your own dew coats the working digits. The squelching sound of your fingers sliding in and out of your hole can be heard more than clearly in the delectable video along with your childish whines.

“J- Jimin,” you pant, “Jimin I want you so bad.”

He marvels at the message, eyes wide and mouth agape. Your comely moans enrapture every fraction of his attention making his mind swirl to the polar opposite of arcadian. The way you look with your lissome fingers driving in and out of your effulgent cunt, broken whimpers of his name hopping off the tip of your tongue, propels him to the brink of insane and all he wants to do is touch you. His hardening member forms a tent in the confinement of his pajama pants, throbbing for relief. Fumbling in his bed, he rapidly pools his jeans and plaid boxers at his ankles, cock springing against his lower abdomen. He positions himself comfortably, back pressing on the wooden headboard as his fingers scurry to replay the perfect motion picture of your sexual desire.

He swallows his breath and lets his clammy palm rub his length lightly. It starts with the rosy tip that has a bead of precum about to leak to the hardened shaft and ends with a fondle of his aching balls, constantly squeezing them as his eyes are gluing to the munificence motion picture on the tiny screen. If it isn’t for the reverberation drowning the succulent melody of your carnality, he would have never noticed your message with his deep heaves and tiny grunts, mind a complete haze due to your intoxicating stunt. Barely able to tap the screen, he reads the message preview through his lustful and clouding eyes.

[4:50 AM] You: Yourt urn

[4:50 AM] You: I dont give a fuck if ur getting tired

[4:50 AM] You: I did it and so can yuo

Inhaling a sharp breath, he opens the message box and clicks on the camera option, allowing you to see a fraction of his enticing paradise.

[4:53 AM] Jimin: [video07.mp4]

It’s brief- lasting for a quick seven seconds- but the wrecked cries of his want for you that he tries to keep silent, hand clasping around his solid member, pink and leaking at the tip as he jerks himself turbulently, and final moan that rips from his throat is more than enough to send you to a seventh heaven.

“Oh, baby. You’re so- ah- hot.”

The croak of his voice mixing with that simple statement provides an audible echo through his own video, your nectar glazing upon your impeding fingers. You can’t exactly imagine how his fingers would feel inside of you, how amazing the sensation would be. The thought of his digits twisting and curling inside of you while whispering obscene suggestions into your ear sets you off enough.

[4:55 AM] Jimin: shit

[4:55 AM] Jimin: can i call you?

[4:56 AM] Jimin: i kind of don’t care that i jsut met ouy

[4:56 AM] Jimin: what matters is that you’re thirsty and so am i :)))

Despite Jimin inquiring, he dials your number anyway and you answer within a heartbeat, his heavy breaths immediately greeting you on the other line. “J- Jimin?” You call, slowing your pace.

“Oh my god,” he grunts, “I love the sound of your- agh- voice.”

You giggle, stopping your tread and he hears the contentment in your groan.

“You’re fucking dripping.” He asks, intent lacing his voice.

You hum, and blow a few messy strands of hair from your face again. “Mm.”

“Gah, who would have thought you’d be in- into this. All hot and needy. I know I said this twice b- but I know I just met you and… Fuck, I want to feel you clench around my fingers. I want to slide two, three inside of you- of course you’d be wet to take it all- ah- at once. Wouldn’t you like that? I’d love to see you squirm under my touch. Keep fingering yourself for me, do it.”

You abide to his request, beginning to pump your fingers in and out of your entrance gradually.

“You’re so pretty but I’m sure you’d be even prettier when you beg.”

The deep breaths he takes is audible along with the noise of his hand keeping himself busy.

“I know you’re using your own fingers, but could you imagine how I’d make you feel? How much better? Are you close to cumming?”

You swallow your words, unable to form a coherent response. “I- I am. I’d love to suck you off right now too, please.”

“Please?” He chuckles, “Already begging for it after all the pictures I s- sent?”

You whine and kick your blanket. “You aren’t here with me right now!”

“I really would love to eat you out right now and make you cum until you feel like passing out. I want to see the look of desperation on your face, to hear your whines in person, and to just make you feel amazing under my touch, wouldn’t you like that?”

“I really-” you moan out his name, deftly twisting and curling your fingers around your drenching walls- “really would.”

“I want you to cum for me,” he demands, “now, baby.”

Baby.

The name itself is the match that has set you ablaze, igniting you into an extreme elation. Your fingers slow themselves and become saturated in your desirous juices. The moan you attempt to remain lodging in your throat escapes, prompting Jimin to release his load as well, all over his exposed thighs and bed sheets.

He recalls your video, how disheveled you appeared with hair as messy as if a hurricane just struck, you needy voice echoing in his mind.

With sexual longing now satisfied, you slip your fingers out and sprawl yourself silently on your bed to catch your breath.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Jimin spits out as he plops face down into his pillows, “I don’t know how you did that, but it was the best orgasm I had in a while.”

You giggle and curl into your sheets. “Glad to be of service.”

“Glad you were available, Y/N.” He gulps and hesitates, debating whether or not to voice his final apology- “Sorry though, you know, if this was weird and all because you-”

“- don’t worry about it.” You whisper, barely able to fight the urge to pass out cold. “Let’s just…”

He awaits your response, but nothing else leaves your mouth. He raises the volume on his phone, asking you to repeat the final part, but you’re already knocked out. “Hello? Y/N, did you seriously fall asleep on me?”

He allows the few seconds of still silence to pass prior to ending the call.

[5:17 AM] Jimin: hey

[5:17 AM] Jimin: finish your sentence

[5:18 AM] Jimin: btw you fell asleep on me

[5:18 AM] Jimin: but you can make up for that tomorrow ;)

[helioraiser]

a guide to my first four five six music shuffles because im bored and I can't sleep and nobody knows me here so I feel much better about talking and also this is my blog so I'll do what I want

I can't select a readmore on tumblr mobile so this is your excuse to scroll really fast for a minute????

no hell - cloud cult: this is what you listen to when you're crying about being human for the the 50th time this week and it HELPS. it's a little weird at points but it feels like everything you've wanted someone to say to you - the right things to say. it's holding your mistakes in your chest and being alright with it

the great affair is to move - forgive durden: WONDERLAND IS SUCH A GOOD ALBUM AND NOBOOOODY EVER TALKS ABOUT IT EVER AND IT MAKES ME SO MAD BC FORGIVE DURDEN HAS SUCH GREAT RYTHMN (RYTHM?) IN GENERAL AND IT REALLY SHINES THROUGH WITH WONDERLAND - anyways this is another existential dread song but tinged with such saturated hope that it hurts and this song especially is really great to listen to on winter walks towards sunset. if this was cue the sun or for a dreamer, nights the only time of day I'd have way more to say but tbh I'm just so attached to this song for Personal Reasons which is code for "I leaned out the windowframe at 12:30 AM and looked up at all the gleaming stars while this song played in the background and never forgot about it" which is more than enough for it being the weakest song on a strong album for me

memory machine - dismemberment plan: I'll be honest- I cheated on this one cause I just really wanted to listen to it ... emergency n I is such a good album and honestly imo I think I discovered it at the perfect time in my life. if you're reading this - give it a listen. it's like an album for life changes wrapped up in a REALLY really good melody. I'll be the first to say I don't know music words but it's ... fresh to listen to. there's a new beat for every song and it NEVER gets old. PLS listen to it I can't describe how many feelings this song and what do you want me to say and the album as a whole give me and it's genuinely just fun to listen to

also this song, specially, reminds me of the psiioniic, so there's... that... >_>

a private understanding - protomartyr: another existential dread song. like, insane fucking existential dread. this is depression music in the best way possible - it's strong and poetic and it hurts and it's about capitalism and (imo) hopelessness in the system of it so maybe that's a bonus for you? it was for me ... protomartyr in general is so so good. it's heavier than most of the other music on this list but it rips to the core of your heart and idk just listen to relatives in descent and tell me what you think. but not night blooming cereus because im way too attached to that song

oceanographer's choice - the mountain goats: OH MAN. I don't know why this song about loving someone you hate (or really this album about loving someone and hating them) has become my breakdown song but... here we are. Tallahassee makes me fuckin lose it in general but I associate this song specifically with making a self portrait of me as an explosion which might carry over for you. it's really high tempo which contrasts like half of Tallahassee in a really neat way and it feels like self loathing but in an active way which is really fun (?????)

the most beautiful bitter fruit - la dispute: la dispute as band is something I was much more attached to as a younger person but they still slap hard. and also this song in general made me gay. not REALLY but it feels like it did. it's about honesty thru physicality and sex n I feel like that can speak really deeply to gay n trans people to which I am both and also it goes mad hard so. there's that

anyways tata I'm getting tired again so goodnight. I might do more of this just because it's fun and I like clogging up people's dashboards and also none of TMBG's songs came up and that makes me feel bad SO. see ya

[spxderman-s]

I Hope That’s A Yes

requested: hi, if you're still taking requests i was wondering if you'd write a peter parker x reader imagine about him taking her to another homecoming or a prom, like maybe how he asks her and the dance itself? maybe he's her first kiss?

send your requests here! 

word count: 1880

pairing: peter parker x reader 

warnings: some mean names, some bad words. 

a/n: so i tweaked it just a LIL bit, hopefully it still works out!! this was so fun to write because its not the usual personality i give Y/N, compared to my other fics. im also sorry to the anon who requested it, i know its been awhile!! but here you darlings go! 

tagging: @tronnoristheotp @nedthegay @i-saved-me @theweirdowithablogo @skymoonandstardust @timemngmtoptimisationproblems @thumper-darling @holywinchesterness @grabyourpolaroidandmyhand @ketterdame 

“If I have to see one more person put on a giant performance just to ask someone to homecoming--” you complained as you and your friends watched Flash ask some poor girl in an extremely over-the-top manner, “--I’m gonna puke.”

“I think it’s romantic,” Ned said, pulling apart a banana. “In a weird, disgusting way.”

You rolled your eyes, turning your focus back to your homework that was due next class. “It’s obnoxious, especially for someone like him.”

Peter laughed into his sandwich. “I don’t know what you expected, [Y/N], the guy’s name is Flash.”

“Touche.”

As if he could hear you, your greasy classmate swaggered over with his arm draped over his new date’s shoulders. “You nerds better start getting to asking someone to the dance,” Flash drawled, ruffling Peter’s hair with entirely too much force. “Especially you, Penis Parker. You don’t wanna show up alone, do you?” With a malicious laugh, he steered himself and the girl he was with away.

“God, what a tool,” you muttered. “Seriously, Parker--you need to just pop him one time, right in his smug mouth.”

Peter chuckled, fixing his hair. “He’s not worth it.”

Shrugging, you fixated your glare onto Flash as he was leaving the cafeteria, feeling your hands curl into fists. If Peter won’t stand up to him, you definitely would take that opportunity for him.

“Hey, Flash!” you called, your voice echoing across the room. He turned around, his lip curled in a cruel grin.

“[Y/N], don’t,” Peter hissed.

You shushed him. “I know what I’m doing.” You stood up, palms flat on the table. Both of your friends were looking up at you, terrified of what you would say or do. “Peter already has a date, so quit sticking your prick in his business.”

That was enough to get Flash back to your table. He placed his hands roughly on Peter’s shoulders, and leaned down. “Penis Parker got a date?” He guffawed, loudly. “Who’s the lucky guy?”

“That lucky guy,” you said through clenched teeth, feeling your fists twitching--begging to just land one good punch in Flash’s face, “happens to be me. So get your slimy hands off of him--unless you wanna give me a run for my money.”

Flash immediately took his hands off of Peter, and took a large step back. “He--you--he asked you?”

Peter was staring up at you in astonishment, and also confusion.

“Is that a problem?” you asked, warning in your voice.

“It’s--it’s not really my business,” he muttered, before turning away and leaving the cafeteria.

You sat down again, satisfied, flipping the page of your homework. Ned cleared his throat loudly, causing you to raise your eyes to him, who stared at you with huge eyes.

“What the hell was that?” Ned exclaimed, looking between you and Peter, who was still staring at you with his mouth slightly open.

“Look, he can’t keep treating you like this,” you said, crossing your arms. “I’m tired of seeing you get treated like this--you don’t deserve it.” After a moment passed, they still didn’t change their expressions. You slammed your notebook closed. “I’ll see you guys in P.E, alright?”

--

“C’mon, Peter. Just do like, one more,” you coaxed. “Coach Wilson isn’t anywhere near us.”

Peter groaned and did another sit-up. “[Y/N], about earlier today--”

“Don’t mention it.”

“No--I….well, first of all, thanks for sticking up for me,” he said. “But….were you serious? About--about going as m-my date?”

You didn’t say anything at first. “Do you want to go?”

Peter sat up all the way to look at you. “Kind of,” he replied sheepishly.

“Okay,” you shrugged. “But you have to ask me.”

“But you just asked me!”

“Did I?”

Peter stuttered out some words, a blush rising in his cheeks. You patted his knee, and moved to take his place to do your share of sit ups. As you moved, Peter rolled to his feet and stood up.

“I have a question to ask you,” he spoke loudly, his voice echoing through the gym, everyone stopping and staring at him. Your eyes widened and you shook your head vehemently at him, but Peter ignored you.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” you hissed at him, blushing furiously.

He moved and stood on the first step of the bleachers. “I only asked you in private,” he went on in the same clearly audible voice, “but [Y/N], will you do me the absolute honor of being my date to homecoming?”

Peter’s words hung in the silence, until you realized everyone was waiting for your answer. Looking around, you returned your glare to him and spoke through your teeth, “Yes.”

He returned to sitting beside you on the mat. “There. Was that good enough?”

“Peter Parker,” you growled, trying to keep your thoughts in order and your head on straight. “You--you--”

“I hope that’s a yes.”

--

“Sweetheart, there’s someone at the door for you!” your mother called down the hall. “I think it’s Peter--are you two going to the dance together?”

You fiddled with the neckline of your dress, staring at yourself in the mirror. You couldn’t believe that you wanted to actually look good for Peter--but ever since he embarrassed you in the gym last week, you couldn’t stop thinking about him. At first, you tried your hardest to push the rising feelings far, far away, but they kept resurfacing every time he looked at you, laughed, every time he ate a damn grape. Was he always this attractive? And smart, and funny?

“[Y/N]?” your mother called again. “Did you hear me?”

“Yeah, I’ll be there in a second,” you shouted back. You tugged at a lock of curled hair, and decided it would have to be good enough. You closed your bedroom door, stuffed your phone and some cash in your clutch, and entered your living room.

Peter stood there talking with your mother. He looked incredibly handsome in a freshly ironed suit, his hair combed to get the curl perfect, flashing his award-winning smile. You gulped, feeling your heart begin to race, and you almost turned around and went right back into the safety of your room.

Your mother noticed you first, who clapped her hands and exclaimed in joy. “You look so pretty, sweetheart.”

You met Peter’s gaze, who was staring at you in wonder. He held a small bouquet of daisies in his hand, with a corsage and pin in the other.

“Wow,” he breathed, before shaking himself and stepping towards you while holding out the flower pin. “I--uh--bought this today. I think you’re supposed to pin this on my suit.”

“Wait, wait!” your mother cried, holding up her camera. “Smile, kids!”

You groaned, but obliged. After pinning the flower to his suit, Peter clasped the corsage to your wrist, his fingertips lingering for a moment that raised goosebumps on your skin.

“You look beautiful,” he whispered to you.

Looking to him, you made a mental note of how close his lips were to yours. You had never once thought of kissing him before, but now….

“Your tie is crooked,” you said bluntly, reaching up and fixing it, mentally kicking yourself. “Sorry--that was rude. You….you look really handsome, Parker.”

He smiled, and you both posed for the countless pictures your mother begged for, your heart racing and palms beginning to sweat at how he held your waist so tightly, the familiar scent of his cologne dabbed onto the hollow in his throat, and the way the butterflies in your stomach fluttered relentlessly whenever his brown eyes landed on you.

--

The music throughout the gym was booming, the bass shaking the entire building. The laser lights danced across the walls, ceiling, and the large mass of dancing students in the middle of the floor. Peter guided you over to the refreshment table, offering you a cup of punch.

“I don’t really know how to dance,” you shouted over the music, accepting the cup and taking a tentative sip.

“I don’t either,” he shouted back. You laughed, and bobbed your head along with the music. It was something that you probably wouldn’t listen to willingly, but you had it admit--it was catchy. Pretty soon you were tapping your feet and swaying side to side with the beat.

“We can both make fools of ourselves out there together,” you spoke in his ear, grabbing his arm and steering him towards the group of dancers. He protested, stammering about really not knowing how to dance, but pretty soon you were surrounded by dancing people. Peter started swaying awkwardly, but after a few more minutes of the catchy beat, you were both getting more and more comfortable and having a good time. With having Peter so close, the good music and flashing lights, you felt like you were floating on a cloud.

“Alright, we’re gonna have a little tune change--time to slow things down a bit,” the DJ drawled into the mic, fiddling with some flips and switches on his spin table. The pop song playing faded into a slow melody mixed with acoustic guitar and a smooth voice cooing about love. The large group of students began to disband, with a few select staying behind to sway romantically along with the song.

You looked to Peter, whose eyes were already on you. He held out his hand, and gestured to the song, pulling you close to him. As if by instinct, you wrapped your arms around his neck as his hands rested firmly on your waist.

“I’m having a lot of fun with you,” you said, relieved to not have to yell over the music.

Peter smiled shyly, resting his forehead against yours with a contented sigh. “Me too.”

Once again, you were very aware of how close his lips were to yours. You could just lean in, and….

“[Y/N]?” Peter murmured, breaking into your thoughts.

“Yeah?”

“Could I--” He cleared his throat nervously. “I mean, I’ve never--”

“Just kiss me, Parker,” you breathed, and he obliged. You were not expecting your first to be with Peter, and you wanted to accuse him of lying about never kissing a girl before because it seemed like he knew what he was doing. His lips were soft and sweet, and he tasted like the sweet punch you had earlier.

You pulled away, head spinning and butterflies flying around in your chest. He looked at you in confusion, his adorable lips still pursed.

“Is--is everything okay?” he asked uneasily.

You smiled and nodded. “Everything is….perfect. I just--I’m still processing all of this.”

He laughed. “Y-yeah--me too.” You both were silent for a moment, before he said, “So the kiss was--it wasn’t too bad, right?”

You playfully punched his arm, but followed it with a kiss to his cheek. “You did great, Parker. We’ll have to do it again sometime.”

The two of you spent the rest of the evening stealing kisses, dancing together, and then walking home holding hands, something that you had never thought would ever happen to you. You looked at Peter with fresh eyes now, and you couldn’t deny the growing feelings that now you knew were reciprocated--which held a certain kind of excitement for what the future held for the two of you.

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Custom Application Engineer for SEO

Throughout the last Couple decades computer software features merged easily into almost all circles of the lifestyle. Early in the morning we’re being awoken when a smart alarm clock that is tracking the sleeping periods and stages to ensure best wake-up time.

Just before all of us get right up, most of us should already pick up their tablet pc to check on Online social networks and email's. Tooth brush software programs will certainly select the most suitable setting for brushing and flossing your tooth. Your car’s navigation system would pick the best route to get you to work avoiding traffic jams.

Many people reading this blog spend 90% of their own time by their computers working together with a large number of apps. And also the moment they have a spare minute, they would download a casino game, which is also software.

Hundreds of thousands of apps have been developed up to now.

It’ll be considered a marathon filled up with good and the bad, with acceptance accompanied by occasions of despair.

It's very frequently that, being users of a few app, we see its weak points and want to change the app, allow it to be better.

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Nonetheless at times the various tools can be extremely poor that you see there are no option apart from expanding it out of scratch.

Wonderful items would often show up as a result. A lot more frequently , products won’t be created, or, previously being created neglect to obtain popular, and die.

Just how would you tell if you're approximately growing the best software merchandise in the world?

The tips listed below includes 8 things I believe enables you to find out if you’re all set for your software advancement trip.

When you understand that the planet is far more diverse than you could imagine, it is for the very first time that you begin becoming more specific about your target users.

If perhaps asked what I would like to do without even staying payed for it, I would say, “develop items.

Development of an incredible method a marathon rather than a sprint. First you go with the first idea to the first line of code, moving to the first consumer and first of all income. Not all of these will be perfect, which really is a positive thing, seeing that it creates industry opportunities for individuals who've custom software development expertise. And you’ll have the ability to “run” this convention only when you really like “ running. ”

I really like creating products. Im excited when I have the ability to help to make a product even slightly handier or smarter than it used to be. Are you really thinking about software program creation?

In any case, you’ll have to experiment with the price and observe how it modifies the demand.

If Im tired of developing my own products, I switch to developing a few open-source goods, which will I’m not being paid for. Do you have experience dealing with big data?

I believe you should have 3+ many years of experience in the field you create your software in.

installment payments on your Have you got enough knowledge in the field?

It really is frequently that when you look at fitness computer software, it may be obvious the developer has never been to a fitness center. Or when you use a cooking food software, you start to see the guys behind it haven't cooked in their lives. The thing is this mainly because these kinds of apps are unpractical, annoying and are only a make-belief they provide a remedy for some problem. In the end, you’ll make sure to find the price that’ll make both your customers and you happy. Still, the more challenging the convention is definitely, the more happy you’ll become once crossing the final line.

I’ve seen it often when newcomers just going into an industry see multiple errors with other products at once.

At times this means that a newbie offers a genuine vision and perspective which allows them to generate honestly discovery products. A lot more frequently , yet , it would imply that the newcomer doesn’t see each of the industry peculiarities.

I’ve experienced online marketing and SEO business for nearly 10 years. And the even more I uncover, the greater I know how much is left to explore. At times a means out is to email the programmers, who may find you’re right and improve their work. Just how well do you know your customers?

The most unsatisfactory matter that can occur to a software designer is whenever they develop a product nobody, recognize them, requires.

It’s a general inclination for programmers to check themselves as focus on users. Back 2005, when we were developing our first program merchandise, LinkAssistant, we pictured our user since a great English-fluent tech-savvy man in his middle -20s, who is promoting his own site. That was the man all of us created each of our merchandise for.

This may sound basic, and this gets more interesting (and more difficult, in ways ) afterwards.

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Creating a product that could be of big use for experts and easy-to-understand for beginners can be an extremely challenging, yet next to impossible, task.

Making a computer software item today isn’t enough.

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If your goal is usually developing best software items, expect an exhausting convention.

Present-day internet marketing and big info are almost synonyms.

I personally don’t trust totally free products much as Im uncertain that the programmer provides enthusiasm to support that.

Day-to-day storing of top 32 ranks for 1, 500 keywords in 3 or more se's creates space of data in relational data source every year, and perhaps 10 times more if you choose to retailer snippets.

Or take creating back-link index, for example. Creating one requires holding and control a huge selection of terabytes of information. This kind of, in its change, needs dozens of servers and a huge selection of hard drives. Hundreds of search engines available require considerable effort to support viability of databases that extract data from them.

It is the couple of former when a solitary developer could develop a powerful product. To create a person today, you will need a custom software developers.

Often whenever your product just gets into the marketplace, creating such an expensive program to aid data analysis is certainly too expensive to afford.

Now additionally you need to hire staff to handle your email responses, tech professionals to help you develop the product and full-time accountants to control your income.

The majority of providers offer simply part of data a great affiliate marketer really needs. For instance, some can supply only search rankings. Others can provide you only with backlinks. Even now, some, like WebMeUp API provide a well-rounded solution, which in turn enables you to get more assorted types of internet marketing data.

Actually insignificant outages in info source may have a negative effect on your product’s reputation, so when choosing the data provider, give consideration not only to the retail price, but additionally to the company’s background and testimonials.

5. Just how interesting is your UI/UX?

With that in mind, I’d recommend you starting with a small portion of your market, consequently expanding to bigger sections unless you cover the complete market. You will need to allow it to be pleasurable to work with. This means that you need to pay great focus on the way the software appears and interacts with the user.

If users don’t observe how they could work with your tool, they will not read guides or watch video tutorials. They’ll close your program to check out a different one that’ll solve all their problem.

Even though we pay huge focus on UI/UX assessment, there’s a secret check I work each time a significant revise is put into our software.

It’s referred to as Mom’s Test and We carry out it on the person, who has very little technology and website marketing knowledge whenever we started out eight years ago. Unfortunately, this person is becoming quite savvy in SEO and online marketing, gives her such a head start on the rest of our users that I believe I should keep an eye out for another top secret tester.

6. Are you proficient at marketing?

You need to find one unique offering idea (USP) of your product as early as practical. On top of that, you should know your USP before you start developing the product.

eight. If you don’t know how your product is preferable to others, you should not have developed it in any way.

Now matter how amazing your product is, it won't sell by itself. Just few products and the superstars that have the ball rolling immediatly. In most cases, you'll need to work hard day after day to get your content consumers and influencers discussing you in their own space.

Be ready to operate person-to-person jointly user at the first levels, helping them about and listening to them - to finally put word of mouth to work.

And you can visualize each of our surprose to get emails from women and men, young and older, Americans and Asians, tech nerds and people who also had no idea how to restart their laptop, minds of SEO businesses and people who didn’t know what was about. Nevertheless I believe we more than likely get anywhere with our products without both of these basic things: UTP and private connection with just about every paying or non-paying customer.

7. What pricing model carry out you utilize?

One morning you wake up to viewing your inbox jam-packed with thank-you records, questions and show requests, while it was merely your day ahead of that you just considered abandoning your product. Will you offer it or perhaps give away at no cost? If you do sell, how much would you charge: $20, $100 or $1, 500?

You can find multiple approaches to charges, nonetheless both basic types are (1) viewing competitors and (2) examining how much your focus on users are ready to shell out. ”

And that is what I do.

To generate software program that resonates with your market, you should be an expert in your subject. To investigate and forecast users’ behavior, billions of lines in fire wood data files have to be refined.

On the contrary, if the creator fees a charge for their particular program, I just notice as their commitment to compliment the software in the long run. Then you need to present it - with an extremely strong focus - to your audience. Are you set to achieve your goals?

Often accomplishment comes fully unforeseen.

So , your software product is ready.

Suddenly, a simple server becomes no longer enough to your app, and you also build an extended cloud commercial infrastructure.

Fortunately, there are multiple providers at this moment whom can offer all the necessary data to your software program.

In addition, you see that Yahoo seek out your item name introduces even more results every day, and factors around you start off occurring faster than you can custom seo software expect.

Still… it’s a part of another believe it or not interesting story I am hoping everyone of you'll be living through.

Create services, make the world around better and achievement won’t take longer to come!