#anon I am biting you so affectionately and so normally rn

[collectivecloseness]

Steve and reader having sweet, soft sex and tells him "love you so much, you're so perfect stevie. you'll be such a great dad, yeah, gonna make you a daddy one day baby." You immediately worry you might've gone too far, but then you hear him gasp so loud and feel him twitch deep inside you and then you know you've found something he likes.

And you know it might not take the first time, you'd have to do it over and over and over again just to make sure. Overstimulating him and making him give you all the cum he has, until he's drooling all over himself, not a thought in his head except being your personal breeder, your dumb, horny little puppy.

Puppy stevie naked and wearing his cute little collar as you tell him to roll over and beg and he does exactly that, now lying on the floor with his hands out in front of him legs bent and raised in the air slightly, cock hard and his tongue hanging out while he pants loudly. Even though he's not allowed to speak normally, he doesn't need to for you to know exactly what he wants. So you reward him by pushing his legs further apart and fucking him raw right there and then, and he probably breaks your rule near the end to beg "gonna cum, please can I cum in you master?" (idc if you replace "master" woth something else if you don't wanna use it) but it's too hot for you to care.

Shaking biting crying (s)creaming rn

Cw: 18+, Petplay, breeding kink (so if it’s not your thing, just skip)

As soon as you mention Steve giving you some little Harrington’s, or better yet, filling you up with them, as a joke at first, you feel that twitch inside you. And after a large gasp of air and a shaky but loud “Oh God” you can feel him throbbing inside you. Shit... Your mind would almost be blurry from how hard and hot he’s throbbing inside your walls, if it wasn’t for seeing his face the second you said that. But then Steve’s filling you with his cum, pushing himself as deep inside as possible, and you’re riding out your own intense orgasm.

You’re not sure if just one thing caused this difference, but whenever Steve cums now when he’s with you, he seems to cum a lot. Like, the amount of his cum is so much. He always shoots deep inside your pussy too, trying to fuck harder and deeper towards the end, and he never backs out once he’s cum. He’s basically cockwarming you after every fuck, laying on top of you, although avoiding pressing his stomach down on yours. Even though afterwards, he always seems to be staring at your tummy too. Lightly stroking it, although he is fondly petting you all over.

There’s so much cum that drips out of you, when Steve eventually can’t beg for you to just lay in bed with him a bit more. Steve will fuck you in the shower the next morning and cum from last night that was way deep in you, is still dripping out, because he came so much, all while he’s fucking you full again. Steve likes to lie back once he’s too over sensitive to stay in you, and just see your pussy stuffed full of his cum. Pearly white smothered all over your entrance, barely even able to see any of it dripping out, because there’s just so much all over your cunt, that it’s all just sticking there.

And when you tell him you’re proud of him, or good job, or that he did so well for you, for seeing how much he gave you, his head gets just that much emptier. Especially when you tell him “Good boy”...

You notice he mainly only wants to fuck your pussy now too. And even if he does want to have sex in a different way, he always wants his first orgasm to be inside you there. He wants to make sure he’s giving you the best of his baby making seed. You don’t realise Steve’s not even been touching himself, to save up for you.

“Making him give you all the cum he has, until he’s drooling all over himself, not a thought in his head except being your personal breeder, your dumb, horny little puppy.” Anon did you know my stomach dropped. This!!!!!! This exactly!!!!

All Steve can think about is breeding you, breeding you, breeding you! He thinks about cum, and you cumming around him, and holding you, and making you so full because he did such a good job of breeding you so full and well.

He’s got to breed you! He has to! He wants to be a good boy. Fill his mistress up so well! He wants you to be full of his cum, and then full of his babies, and he wants to be so happy with you forever, make you happy.

Steve will stuff his face, not just his tongue, his face, inside your pussy, then come back with his tongue out, panting and smiling, and try and fill it up with his seed next.

Steve loves when you call him “puppy” and “good boy” (he also likes “naughty boy” too sssh), but the one time you let slip calling him ‘your breeder’, as he was making you cum on his cock? Steve actually thought he might pass out. He collapsed on top of you then. His sticky chest right on top of yours, as he licked all over your face, still pumping you full of his hard cock.

Steve’s a very good boy for you when you give him commands. Not only does he love hearing your praise, and being such a good boy for you, but he also gets treats.

He’ll start off begging by being cute. Nosing at your hand, or your leg. Nuzzling into you, or even just booping you with his nose. Sometimes he puts your hand on his hair, sometimes he’ll even lick you for your attention. But he’ll sit at your feet, and beg properly most of the time. Whining a little for you, an immediate big smile on his face whenever you look over at him, and his butt waggling, happy in preparation.

He’s usually so good you can’t deny him, unless it’s for teasing purposes. But puppy Stevie is too needy and isn’t thinking enough to always know this, or be patient. He’ll whine more, paw at you a little. If you tell him he can wait with you a little, he’ll curl up into your side. Big puppy eyes up at you, and if you don’t look at him, sighing loudly, occasionally papping you again.

But as soon as you’re crooning over your baby, your puppy, Stevie is melting. He rolls over for you, figuratively and literally, immediately. Steve will be sooo good once he realises you’re playing along. And not just because he’s trying, but he’s in that head space and all he wants is to do as you say, being your good puppy, and getting what he wants too.

Just lays there with his tongue out smiling up at you, already rock hard from having ‘tussled’ with you earlier. But also from when he brought his collar over with his mouth, and you immediately placed it around his neck.

He got so excited as you didn’t even order him to strip, you just helped your poor boy out those clothes because “How did you get in there, huh! Puppy’s don’t wear clothes!” All while you’re petting his hair with one hand, before finally undressing him fully, and letting him lap excitedly at your wrist as he did so. And then you clipped him to his leash, “just so I can keep my good boy close. And in case you have any ideas about being naughty.” You winked only beaming at him, and Steve followed you to the bedroom very happily on all fours, trailing behind you and just watching you with worshipping eyes.

So when you finally start touching him down there, his whines and howls begin. No longer is he smiling as he pants, instead his chest is heaving as his eyes fluttered closed, and he focuses on the feeling of your hand finally around his hard cock.

Steve whines and groans and makes all these little noises as you fuck him. He’s already pretty sensitive when he’s playing with this kink, but feeling you actually finally fuck him makes his brain turn to mush. He just wants to look up at you in all your glory as you bounce on his cock, one hand on his chest, the other lightly on his collar, as you moan about what a good boy he is, and how he’s making you feel so good. He wants to be so good for mistress.

Other times Steve gets to fuck you. Sometimes he wants to pin you down, happily rut on top of you, his tongue hanging happily above your head as he fucks up into you over and over, drool falling onto your tits from this position. But also able to hold you so close, as he cums inside you. Wrap his arms around you and shadow your body with his own, as he completely surrounds you on top, thighs always slapping against your own.

And he keeps cumming inside you, barely even pulling out. Cockwarming for the most part, only able to stand a small break, before he needs to be back in you filling you again.

Other times you’ll get on all fours for him to fuck you that way, and Steve takes his breeder role very seriously then. Even if you’re pulling on his leash bringing him forwards and back, in that position, Steve really feels like it’s his job to just breed you so good. Lays his entire warm chest on your back, wraps his arms lovingly around your tummy, as he humps up into you, feeling like he’s mating with you. Of course sometimes Steve is pinning you in less like a puppy way, and more of an alpha one, but more on that later.

Whenever Steve has to break his “Pets don’t speak” rule when he’s being a good boy with you, he always follows up with a pet name, either something sweet and loving, or mistress, or something like that. So you know he’s still being a good boy, he just couldn’t help himself!! He’s really needy.

This normally doesn’t get him a chiding, not when he’s actually just being his overexcited self, and you’d never be mean to him for that, or he’s close. You’ll get time where you and Steve haven’t even begun to have sex, he’s just being wild, but free. You can see in his eyes, he’s finally relaxed, in a happy state, and you’ll play with him and let him be silly, if that’s what Steve needs. You love your boyfriend for who he is anyway.

Steve just breaks when he is close. He’s begging for you, slipping from groans and sighs to words, pleading. “Pl-Please. Can I cum?” Looking at you with eyes so desperate, collar banging against his neck as both your thrusts get sloppier. “Need to cum. Wanna... wanna cum in you mistress. Please...” He’ll beg you with all his puppy tricks in the book, clawing at you. “Need to breed you. Need... need to fill. Make you mine. Gonna- wanna breed you. Please. Make you so full, please mistress. Wanna be your good boy.” These are the most words he can get out, he’s too fucked to form more coherent sentences. But he lathers you with thanks and affection and even more worship if you let him then.

If you tell him he has to wait, and especially if it’s because he spoke and “Puppies don’t talk, do they baby?” Then he’ll try and hold off. Slowing down his thrusts, or sticking his face in your body to try and control himself. Because he doesn’t want to be bad. But he needs to know when he’s finally allowed to cum, because, even if you’ve been doing all the work up until this point, he has to fuck you so he can jam his cock up your cunt, and explode as deeply stuffed inside of you as possible.

All the while, as he drains his cum into you, fucking his load further and sticklily deep into your walls, hoping it sticks. He’s thanking you, and begging for it to work.

You’ll hold him and stroke his hair. Promising he did such a good job. He bred you so well. Even if it’s just for practice. He’s gonna be a good daddy some day. But right now, Steve’s your good puppy. And has he done so good! You’re so proud of him. He’s bred you so well, just like you wanted. You’ll even get him to see your cum splattered thighs, from your own juices, again to remind him.

Sometimes Steve is overeager, and just so happy to be playing, so overtaken by your pleasure, that he’ll forget his main goal in the moment. It’s happened once or twice, where Steve’s been on his back, and as you were giving him a handjob or blowjob, he suddenly starts thrusting very enthusiastically, until he’s spilling all into your hand, and all over himself. You’ll of course help him finish, but after he’s come down with a very satisfied expression on his face, you’ve crooned “Look at you. You’ve made a mess, all over yourself!” Only when Steve gets a good look at his cum, splattered all over his tummy and down his thighs, do you soothe him with gentle strokes, and tummy rubs, spreading the mixture deeper. “Puppy was too overexcited huh?” You didn’t blame him. You knew he might feel bad about wasting ‘prime’ cum, so you just let him focus on and enjoy the pleasure he just had. And at least he gets to feel more like your dumb overeager puppy.

And there’s no escape from his tongue when he’s licking your face. It’s all over you, you have to scrunch your eyes, it’ll go over your nose, your ears, your chin, your eyebrows, and it will try to jam its way inside your mouth. Just licking over your mouth, over, and over again, so consumingly, so surrounded by just Steve’s tongue, until you have to open your mouth to breathe. Then Steve will be whining happily, because he gets to stick his tongue in there, and lap up the inside of your mouth. No thoughts, just happy with the feeling, and taste there. Just smiling as he licks up your mouth, and over your pink tongue. Swaying his hips, maybe with his little tail attached.

Steve also gets more of an oral fixation during pet play. Obviously aside from the licking, which there is a lot of. He is obsssed with your pussy. Slobbers all over it. He practically actually tries to eat it, not with teeth, but just swallowing, and licking as deep inside as his wiggling and needy tongue can get, then whining pressed against your mound because he can’t get deeper.

Just loves licking all over it. Especially because it makes it more slick so he can just slip right in! But also, it makes him feel quite feral. And Steve loves pleasing you like this anyway. Head empty, heart full of breeding you, cumming, and pleasing his mistress.

He doesn’t want to be Steve. He wants to be “puppy” and that’s it. It’s a time where he can relax, and not be someone with so many responsibilities. Especially knowing not only are you accepting of his kink, but you also like taking part? Steve just can wait to melt and have some puppy time with you.

So when you buy him a pretty little collar, and a leash, (maybe some ears and a tail depending on how far you wanna go), Steve just about cries. He’s already at your feet, nuzzling into your ankle as he softly thanks you. But when you ask if he wants you to put them on, he’s buzzing straight into sitting up. Waggling his butt, and sitting still like a good boy. Big shining eyes up at you, as you attach the collar. You’re trying to place your fingers down his neck, ask if it’s too loose, or to tight, but Steve is already jumping you. And he’s pretty tall! He has his hands on your shoulders and he’s lapping all over your face in thanks, and you can only giggle as you let him give you kissies like he wants, before readjusting the collar for him.

Steve likes when you tug on his leash. But one time he wrapped you up in it on purpose, when he was being a very bad boy.

Got you all tied up in his leash by tricking you. Then when you were tied, he gave one tug with his teeth, and you were stuck, on the floor with no way up. No way out, without help from Steve. He definitely made a bit of a show, teasing, about looking at you, instead of helping out.

Sometimes Steve can be a naughty puppy... You’ll be bending over, to grab something, and suddenly your horny boy is right behind you, grabbing you tightly, and humping up into you so well you can’t escape. Pushing you to the floor, on all fours, so he can hump into you even more, needy little sounds coming through him.

Steve sometimes gives you lots of licks on your cheeks, to say hello, and he was just too excited to ‘greet’ you! He’s just your silly pup, who doesn’t really realise he’s breaking the rules, he’s just so excited your home! You’re back, and you smell so good, and he’s all tingly down there, so he can playfully roughhouse you to the ground, then begin to greet you with his thrusting hips, watching you sink into submitting to his not so according to the rules greeting. All the while he’s smiling so happily because you’re back! Loving on you so much.

Other times, Steve will growl. And he’ll hold onto your waist tighter. Digging his hard clothed cock into you as he keeps humping. Maybe even pushing your head down to the ground, for dominance, but keeping your hips up for the babymaking angle.

Sometimes like that, he’ll call you his bitch, since he’s the alpha. Or his personal breeding bag, his cum dump, where he’s gonna deposit all his seed, by fucking you silly, until you’re full and swollen by Steve, of Steve.

Sometimes he’ll hump your leg. This doesn’t always mean he’s being naughty. Sometimes he’s just mindless and horny and wants to get your attention so bad and this is easy. He’s not even always thinking about it, he just starts doing it on instinct, and cause it feels so good.

It makes him feel really good, and he’ll jump up on you, as he drools over your leg, just slobbering down it as his blissed out face is smushed into your warm leg, mindlessly humping away, without a care in the world. Just what feels good, with you close.

Sometimes his head is closer to your cunt as well, and as he drools all over your thigh while he rests against it, he’ll pull his head up to be able to place his head closer there. He’ll lick over your clothes down there as he’s humping your leg, trying to lick you out through your pants. And if you let him, he’ll eat you out as he humps your leg. He loves that.

Sometimes when Steve’s in that headspace, and he knows you’ll be home soon, and he’s feeling naughty and needy, he’ll grab some clothes of yours, make them into a nest, and start grinding into them. Letting his pre smear all over your clothes, although saving his cum for you. You get jumped before you can even close the door. And Steve really wants you fuck you in his little nest he’s made. To show you just how much he needed you, how he missed you, showing his love for you.

Steve just loves being able to let his mind rest, and loll his tongue out as he smiles happily, being able to breed you, and being called your good boy, all cause of it.

#anon I am biting you so affectionately and so normally rn #citrussy #Steve Harrington/reader #Steve Harrington x reader #Steve Harrington #stranger things #ask #anon #Steve Harrington thoughts #Steve Harrington blurb #3.1k

[writingbakery]

Sexy Hero costumes are a staple of Halloween you'd sent Tamaki pictures of plenty asking if he liked any, an unwavering blush and keysmash response has been your luck so far, he wasn't sure whether to cry or laugh seeing you in a Sexy Fatgum he knew you were joking about it though, right? at least he thought so until you came over on Halloween in your custom Sexy Suneater costume. he squeaked when you entered, too shocked to say anything until scrambling to hastily cover his lap while you cooed

[bb anon you are SINGING to my fragile heart rn 💓]

[warnings for smutty talk and teasing! pro hero!tamaki amajiki w/ gender neutral! reader]

okay, so here’s the deal.

tamaki is not an idiot by any means. he’s smarter than most give him credit for, observant and silent and just a little calculating. he knows his way around a lot of things even if his anxiety refuses to let him attempt anything even remotely social, and he prides himself on his ability to maneuver out of difficult situations.

this situation, however? impossible. nerve racking. the worst he’s ever been in, and he’s faced off against a guy with an immortality quirk.

staring at the screen of his phone held tightly in his shaky hands, another message pops up from you - my bunny 💕, your affectionate sweet contact name betraying the terrible things you were sending.

another message. ding! and another.

all photos, which he normally doesn’t mind; he saves every one to make his lockscreen, rotating them out weekly. it’s not you that’s making the pictures terrible either - you look gorgeous in every one, more than you have a right to. it’s what you’re wearing that’s got him a flustered, shaky mess, sending him right back to his panicked U.A days.

sexy hero costumes.

if tamaki could strangle the person who’d come up with the cheap marketing tactic he would in a heartbeat. barely there polyester fabric strung together in a weak imitation of the current most popular pro heroes, showing off far too much skin to be reasonable at all, and it didn’t help that you managed to look stunning somehow in all of them.

all might, endeavor, red riot - god, you’d even found a fatgum one somehow, and he’s certain he’s gone red all the way to the tips of his pointed ears. you wouldn’t stop sending them, even as tamaki frantically misspelled and keyboard smashed his distress. you were an awful tease but he loved you helplessly, and he couldn’t stop himself from saving them all.

from: elf king 👑 💓

im begginh you im at workj

shkhdswduuhvv

tgis is INAPPROPRIATE

from: my bunny 💕

just wait till i come over later 🥰

happy halloween, tama 🧡

somehow, those words did nothing to ease his nerves.

—

the rest of his shift goes by both torturously slow and scarily fast, and soon he’s on his way home to get ready for your halloween evening together. he’s stacked all his favorite movies on the coffee table, ordered takeout, and tidied up a bit, your ominous text still bouncing around in his mind. he doesn’t have much time to dwell on it however before your signature knock is at his door, and his evening takes a turn for the better worse.

oh god. oh no. oh no no no-

there you were leaned against his doorframe, a far too mischievous look to your eye - not that he could focus on it, eyes glued to what you were wearing.

a sexy suneater costume. oh god.

he’d never seen his layered hero suit look so skimpy, hardly any fabric besides the cape and oh no, your legs were exposed, the top barely covering your chest and he’s going to die, right here at his own front door.

here lies tamaki amajiki, killed by his reckless and beautiful s/o. he only hopes fatgum will say kind things at his funeral.

“well? you gonna let me in, or am i gonna have to beg?” you tease, a little pout to your lips; you can already see the steam coming out of his ears.

you couldn’t help yourself really, the second you’d seen the costume you’d had to get it. riling up your poor boyfriend was one of your favorite pasttimes, and you’d planned an entire night of teases.

tamaki doesn’t, can’t speak as he gawks at you, red staining every inch of his face and you giggle, stepping forward to push him back until he falls into the couch.

you’re not taking it easy on his fragile heart, settling yourself into his lap without a second thought. tamaki nearly dies as he sinks into the couch, a flustered, stuttering mess as he snaps out of his little haze. he’s scrambling to cover his lap with his hands, looking anywhere but your face.

“(y/n!)” he squeaks, hands coming up despite himself to grip your waist, and you smile knowingly.

“don’t worry, baby,” you coo, leaning down to press a smattering of kisses all over his flushed face.

“i’m going to take very good care of you tonight.”

(he has to call out of work the next day - he’s got too many love bites to hide, and he’s not sure the either of you can walk.)

[hope you enjoyed! i definitely had too much fun with this 💓]

#bnha x y/n #bnha x reader #bnha imagines #tamaki amajiki imagine #tamaki amajiki x reader #tamaki x reader #tamaki smut #hes a baby #i love he #evywrites #spooky asks

[happyk44]

1-100 all

ONE HUNDRED FUCKING QUESTIONS

1.. what is you middle name?

Marie.

2. how old are you?

A number.

3. what is your birthday?

April 25th

4. what is your zodiac sign?

Taurus.

5. what is your favorite color?

BLUE.

6. what’s your lucky number?

Fuck, I don’t have my sheet in front of me rn but I’m confident there’s a 3 somewhere among it.

7. do you have any pets?

3 cats: Turbo (mine), Olive (my sister), Daisy (mom and dad)

8. where are you from?

BERMUDA.

9. how tall are you?

5 foot 2 and a quarter

10. what shoe size are you?

8 ½

11. how many pairs of shoes do you own?

Currently?? 3. Sneakers, slip-ons (which I don’t wear now that the ground is wet all the time) and boots.

12. what was your last dream about?

Idk.

13. what talents do you have?

Idk again. Writing seems to be up there.

14. are you psychic in any way?

No.

15. favorite song?

Changes all the time but currently? Way Down Hadestown, Rewrite the Stars, This Is Me, The Greatest Show, Epic (Part 3), Chant, Riptide, Take Me to Church.

16. favorite movie?

Power Rangers

17. who would be your ideal partner?

Uh, idk. Someone who likes to cuddle, doesn’t mind being affectionate but can give space when needed and doesn’t let me fall back on my own shit. Someone who can make me smile just by thinking about them. Someone who I can talk to about the stuff I enjoy and who will talk about the stuff they like, even if they’re not common interests.

18. do you want children?

Not really.

19. do you want a church wedding?

No.

20. are you religious?

No, but my dad wishes (and probably thinks) I am.

21. have you ever been to the hospital?

YEP! Gotta love asthma attacks and chronic sickness :P

Also occassional visits to my papa (rip) when my granny would go on vacation and placed him in the hospital’s care for brief times because of his dementia.

22. have you ever got in trouble with the law?

Nope.

23. have you ever met any celebrities?

None that I’m aware of.

24. baths or showers?

Showers.

25. what color socks are you wearing?

Black.

26. have you ever been famous?

Nope.

27. would you like to be a big celebrity?

Mmm, not really. All that attention seems terrifying. But like, if I could be, celebrity enough that I’m well-known among people and get good wages doing whatever, then yes.

28. what type of music do you like?

All kinds. I have aversions to stuff that picks at my ears wrong or makes my heart beat too fast, though, so a lot of hard metal and soca wind up being out.

29. have you ever been skinny dipping?

Yes. I was a toddler. Clothing means nothing when you’re a baby and live in a hot-ass humid climate.

30. how many pillows do you sleep with?

3

31. what position do you usually sleep in?

On my side or on my stomach. I’ve been trying to sleep on my back lately though.

32. how big is your house?

Small.

33. what do you typically have for breakfast?

Cereal.

34. have you ever fired a gun?

To my knowledge, yes.

35. have you ever tried archery?

Yes.

36. favorite clean word?

Shiz :D

37. favorite swear word?

Fuck.

38. what’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep?

29ish hours? I stayed up one day to chat with a person who lived in Australia, wound up having to go to the store with my mom around 8 to get school clothes and crashed when we got back home about noon/one o’clock.

Though this month should raise that up higher given I have to be up for my exams starting at 9, stay up to catch my early morning flight the next day and stay up to catch my transfer flight and then keep staying up so I don’t crash through dinner and wake up at like one in the morning, like someone with jet lag. (Bermuda and Halifax are literally in the same time zone, I cannot do this to myself)

39. do you have any scars?

Yes. It stretches shortly on my forearm. I got it from an iron burn when I was about 12, I think?

40. have you ever had a secret admirer?

I think so?? If that’s what you’d call whoever keeps sending me those really sweet anons. :D

41. are you a good liar?

Sometimes.

42. are you a good judge of character?

I’d like to think so.

43. can you do any other accents other than your own?

I can do a semi-decent Irish/Scottish accent from my years of obsessively watching Ronan Inish and a thicker, more prominent Bermudian accent, like what my granny or teachers would have.

44. do you have a strong accent?

I don’t personally think I have an accent. My mom is deaf, my dad is American and the kids and family I grew up around never really used the thick version of a Bermudian accent. 

45. what is your favorite accent?

I don’t know. I don’t think I have one? Mostly other accents are just the way people talk and if anything,  just amuse me. Like for example, my friend’s Bahamian accent kills me, especially when she starts chatting with her friends from Nassau and their accents start rolling out super thick to the point where you gotta really pay attention to zero in on their words.

But, in Bermuda you’re taught by literally anyone so accents are just?? a thing that exist. I don’t have a favourite.

46. what is your personality type?

MBTI wise, a split between INTJ & INTP. Other types? IDK.

47. what is your most expensive piece of clothing?

PFT, prolly my shoes? I don’t really buy clothes. Though if my cousin’s coat no longer fits by the time the cold really hits and I need to use it, it’ll probably be a winter coat.

48. can you curl your tongue?

Yes.

49. are you an innie or an outie?

Innie

50. left or right handed?

Right handed.

51. are you scared of spiders?

Small spiders? No.

Giant spiders? Yes.

Weird looking spiders? Only if they’re too close to me.

52. favorite food?

Pineapple pizza. Apple spice cake too, I guess??

53. favorite foreign food?

Chinese, please and thank you, hit me up with that sweet and sour chicken.

54. are you a clean or messy person?

I try to be clean but depression and lack of energy makes it difficult. But I keep myself as organized as I possibly can and use procrastination to keep stuff as well-put as I can.

55. most used phrased?

I don’t even know.

56. most used word?

I also do not know.

57. how long does it take for you to get ready?

Pft, 7 to 15 minutes to shower on average (depends on if I’m washing my hair or not), fives minutes for face and teeth, five minutes to dress and like three hours to actually get up to get ready. :P

58. do you have much of an ego?

I try very hard not to.

59. do you suck or bite lollipops?

Suck.

60. do you talk to yourself?

I used to when I was younger. Still do sometimes.

61. do you sing to yourself?

I used to and then I realized that a) my self-improvised songs are terrible and b) I can’t sing.

62. are you a good singer?

My mom is deaf. My dad has hearing difficulties. My papa’s singing voice is a wail and my granny’s is shrill sadness.

I was not born into this world a lucky man.

63. biggest fear?

Demon clowns. Dying alone. Being alone forever. Not getting to say the things I want to say to people. That I’ll crash and burn before I graduate or sometime soon after.

64. are you a gossip?

No.

65. best dramatic movie you’ve seen?

I dunno. The most dramatic movies I can remember tend to be war films based on true stories and I normally check out during that kind of stuff because thinking about the horrors of history and the fact that people suffered and died at the hands of people who still objectively exists freaks me out, sends me into a pit of misery until I combust within myself.

66. do you like long or short hair?

No preference for other people, short hair preference for myself. Currently, I’m growing it out so my friend can braid it then I’m gonna chop it back off when I get home in May.

67. can you name all 50 states of america?

If an American can’t do that, then what makes you think me, a Bermudian who’s only concern with the US is how it will affect me and my country and literally was over-relieved when I got dropped from a US history class, would ever know that.

Case in point, I spent most of my childhood assuming New Jersey was a city and only found out it wasn’t last year.

68. favorite school subject?

Accounting.

69. extrovert or introvert?

Introvert.

70. have you ever been scuba diving?

No.

71. what makes you nervous?

Life.

72. are you scared of the dark?

Depends.

73. do you correct people when they make mistakes?

Sometimes. It really depends on the person and the situation.

74. are you ticklish?

Yes.

75. have you ever started a rumor?

No.

76. have you ever been in a position of authority?

No.

77. have you ever drank underage?

Unfortunately, I have? but not anything serious. Just a few sips I didn’t want to take three times throughout my life.

78. have you ever done drugs?

Aside from my prescribed and despite my friends’ best efforts, no.

79. who was your first real crush?

Vanessa Hudgens and whoever that boy who played Freddie from iCarly was.

80. how many piercings do you have?

None.

81. can you roll your rs?“

Yes!

82. how fast can you type?

Who knows??

83. how fast can you run?

I can’t.

84. what color is your hair?

Dark brown with a bunch of purple & pink in it.

85. what color is your eyes?

Brown.

86. what are you allergic to?

Severely allergic to dust mites and extremely irritated by pollen and highly perfumed scents. Which, as far as I’m concerned, means I’m allergic to the damn air.

87. do you keep a journal?

Used to. Don’t anymore.

88. what do your parents do?

My dad is an electrician. He does freelance work for people building houses on-island and my mom is a records management administrator at my bank.

89. do you like your age?

I guess?

90. what makes you angry?

Lots of things. I’m very prone to anger. It’s why the Hulk/Bruce Banner was my favourite superhero as a kid and still is.

91. do you like your own name?

Yes! I do actually really like my name, which sucks because sometimes I get upset or uncomfortable when people refer to me by it and why I like it when people call me Jay, but otherwise my birth name is just beautiful and I don’t think I’d ever be able to give it up.

That being said, I super love the name Jay and when I finally move out of my house and away from Bermuda, I want to try using it more socially rather than just online.

92. have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they?

I don’t want babies.

93. do you want a boy a girl for a child?

Neither. I want another cat.

94. what are you strengths?

I write well, I can speak well and my pale as fuck skin doesn’t let people realize I’m mixed race so, like my friends point out, I get to skirt around the world, practically invisible and I like to work.

95. what are your weaknesses?

Procrastination, tendency to misery over small mistakes, tendency to blow up small things into large problems, tendency to feel abandoned by people who are not abandoning me, inability to properly fall asleep when I feel a lack of affection and touch in my life, inability to listen to people when they ramble on about things I don’t care about, inability to be upfront with how I feel towards my friends and how I feel they’re treating me, etc, etc, etc.

96. how did you get your name?

With my birthname, my mom picked it out from a book, I think?

With my preferred name,I was reading a book about a trans man called “I Am J” and when I got prompted about my name by a friend online, the name just popped into my head, felt immediately right and I used it and connected to it right away.

97. were your ancestors royalty?

I mean I doubt it but I WILL NEVER KNOW.

My mom is black! My dad is adopted! HOWEVER, FINDING OUT ANY ANYTHING ABOUT HER ANCESTRY IS MY MOM’S NUMBER ONE GOAL AND BELIEVE ME, ONCE SHE LEARNS THAT, I WILL LET Y’ALL KNOW.

98. do you have any scars?

Hasn’t this already been asked?

99. color of your bedspread?

Blue and white.

100. color of your room?

Dull green.

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