Chapter Two - Settle For A Ghost

you said you wanted something, well here you go!

Miles remembered that day like it was yesterday 4 simple words were all it took, "Oh, and I wish you roses." She spoke before Disappearing into the white pearly halls of Hell's Gate.

Ooooo’ that sounds mysterious— like miles did something and now he’s being abandon?? Or maybe miles is remembering something that happened years ago and is regretting it??? Hashhhh— I’m on edge already

THIS WAS SCRUMPTIOUS

HIS SWEET GIRL, avatar.²

characters — miles quaritch x female reader.

content w. — mature themes, dark romance, toxic behavior, blood, violence, character death(s), older man/younger woman, mentions of stalking, manipulation, unhealthy obsession, possession, sexual thoughts/fantasies, dark quaritch, abuse of power, nonconsensual touching, pet names, corruption kink &&. exhibitionism, unhealthy fixation, implications of overstimulation, masturbation, lolol smut!

small note — be aware that this is a dark fic.

WITH HIS HEAD DOWN . Quaritch was breathing heavily as he then took a moment to process everything , his uniform that was tidy and neat was now disheveled— his hair messed up as well. The Colonel needs more , a whole lot more than before , the hardened soldier sighed as he opened his eyes which was now half-lidded. Blinking a few times before gazing up at the wall with a unreadable expression , his mind went into a blurred tunnel for a few a second before remembering his girl. A soft blush formed on her face as if his scarred self wasn’t flushed enough. " Fucking hell , ( Name ). " A growl left his lips , it wasn’t a scowl— it was a lustful one. Quaritch shifted around and flickered his eyes down at the ground for once again. Shaking his head before leaning back on his leathered chair , thinking about you and only you.

His breath caught in his throat , he brought his hand up to grasp his red , sensitive cock which caused Quaritch to slip out a low hiss as he tilted his head further. " Fuck . . . " He huffed , his head tilting to the side as the Colonel’s thoughts were filled with you. Such an innocent girl— you were just begging for him , to be taken care of and spoiled rotten. The man adjust himself in his seat as those same fantasies of you flooded his mind once again , a deep blush appeared on his scarred face. You were just too innocent for a cruel world like Pandora and he wouldn’t hesitate to protect his sweetheart from those savages known as the Na’vi. You needed him and he knew it.

Sitting there in his office , his hand gripping onto the armrest that was attached to his leathered chair in a aggressive grasp as the other hand held onto his cock— Quaritch took a deep breath before his mind drifted back to you , his mind flooded with such fantasies. Ones that was kept for him to think about whenever he had the chance to , with his head tilted to the side , rested on the chair he was adjusted in— the Colonel kept on thinking about his sweetheart once again.

Just imagining how pretty you’d look laying on his desk , arching your back as he gripped onto those small hips. His face buried into that small cunt of yours as it drooled for his attention which he would gladly receive , toying with it as he began to eat you out as if you were his last meal. Listening to the sweet whines and moans leave those quivering lips that were swollen and puffy , hiccuping as Quaritch’s tongue would thrust inside your folds at a unforgivable pace.

The thought of having you near him was dangerous. But he loved it , and he wasn’t complaining at all.

Pinning you against the wall , nearby an area filled with people as he caresses the sensitive parts of your skin , leaving wet and sloppy kisses all over. Listening to those beautiful whines and whimpers leave your kissable lips— pleading and begging for him to stop. The Colonel loves being risky and having his pretty girl pinned down on the ground , ass up in the air as he takes you from behind. Taking the risk of being caught , Quaritch didn’t care if they were caught— he would remind those that you belong to him and him only. Making the prettiest sounds for him , crying and begging just drives him insane. Holding back the urge to just run into your quarters and take you right then and there but he knew that he had to be patient , waiting for the right moment to make his move on the pretty woman who would soon be his.

Without even realizing it , he slowly stroked himself. He lets out a raspy moan , his eyes shut tight as he began to pleasure himself once again. Feeling his cock twitch in response to his touch , with another grunt— his other hand gripped onto the armrest as he pumped his cock at a slow pace , wanting to take his time pleasing himself as he continued to think about you. Grunting and would sometimes moaning— babbling your name like it was a chant , he picked up the pace. Quaritch tilted his head down and gazed towards the mess he created after countless times of masturbating to you.

" Damnit , fuck fuck— ( Name ) . . . " He mumbled , squirming and shifting around his chair just a little before grasping onto his cock ever so slightly. Lifting up from the leathered chair of his as he leaned against the desk , taking a deep heavy breath for a moment. The Colonel began to thrust his hips and continued to fantasize about you once again , imagining how good and tight you would feel wrapped around him. Imagining those soft cries , babbling to him about how you can’t take it. Oh— but aren’t you a good girl ? You want to please him and make him happy ? He knows that for sure , so why not let daddy take care of his sweetheart. Want someone to take care of you and protect you for the rest of his life ? He’s the man you want and need.

Here he was , thrusting his hips. Deep growls and moans escaped his lips— rumbling through his chest , so close to cumming. Quaritch moved his hand a little for a moment , breathing heavily as he used his free hand to cover his mouth. Preventing more pornographic sounds— he wasn’t going to let anyone find out what he was doing. His hand soaked and covered in cum from countless amount of times of masturbating , beginning to desperately babbling your name over and over again. Panting hard as he kept thrusting his hips into his hand that grasped his cock tightly , his grip firm and gentle.

Softly gasping , his breath hitches , he slipped out another deep and raspy moan before cumming in his hand once again. His body shuddered , his other hand leaving his mouth and harshly gripping onto the edge of his desk. A deep sigh of relief escaped him , throwing his head back and facing the ceiling— breathing hard and heavily. Recovering from what just happened , sitting back down on his leathered chair while he continued to grasp his cock which started to loosen. Staring down at his hand that was covered with ropes of cum— a complete mess. Quaritch sighed and started calming down from his high before cleaning himself up and was on his way to find an excuse look for you.

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tbh when spider meets us i feel like we gon like move out of his way or like push him back if he tries to hug us or sum cuz we can't stand to look at him.

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Side Story— Decisions

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#SYNOPSIS— the avatar program is getting their funds cut by Quaritch influencing Parker. You’re the saving grace they need

#WARNING(S)— This is a dark fic, yandere, manipulative/ manipulation, unhealthy obsession, unhealthy fixation, implications of dubcon, non-consensual touching, dark quaritch, abuse of power, dubcon, smut, overstimulation, cunnilingus, panty sniffing(?) sniffing kink(?) older man/younger woman, age gap

#CHARACTER(S)— Colonel Miles Quaritch

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❝ You see— you see, I mean they’re just pissing on us without even the courtesy of informing us sooner— I’m going to Selfridge ❞ Grace’s outburst we’re to be expected. Once again, Selfridge had cut the resources and money flowing into the avatar program. He claimed spending too many resources on a program that’s failing is a waste of money. Rather— they’ll be using those resources on their military seeing as how the savages have gotten hostile.

But it was all a bunch of nonsense— Quaritch was the one doing this. He was manipulating Selfridge into cutting the funds for the program, he demanded that his men needed more weapons. How the avatar program wasn’t helping them at all— it was just a puppeteer show meant for laughs. Selfridge being the moron he is agreed to Quaritch demands.

Not a second later, Grace returned with cheeks bright red. She fumed, ❝ The nerve of him! How could he do this us?! ❞ She went off to rant about his corporate butt claiming his idiocy will be the ruin for us. ❞ It’s all because of Quaritch sticking his nose into my program— ❞ Grace huffed, digging the sides of her lab coat looking for her pack of cigarettes. ❝ Where are my cigarettes? Where are my goddamn cigarettes? ❞ You hurried to her, handing her a cigarette. She blew the cloud of smoke, relief filling her body. You coughed, wincing at the smell ❝ Sorry kid ❞

After years of working for her, you politely replied with a smile, knowing what to expect from her antics. Max coughed into his hands, avoiding eye contact with Grace, ❝ Well maybe we can work something out with the Colonel? ❞ Grace scoffed, ❝ He’s a happy trigger moron! What can we do to persuade him!?Nothing—! ❞ Her words trailed off as they landed on you.

It was only till later that you caught the meaning of her gaze. Your breath hitched at the back of your throat, it was no secret to anyone that the Colonel had his eye on you. ❝Grace no— we can’t do that to her ❞ Max tried reasoning with her, standing up for your sake. Grace nodded, shaking her head ❝Right— I’m sorry kid. I won’t— ❞ her words trailed off as she took another drag from her cigarette. ❝ What about her? What can she do? ❞ The stillness in the atmosphere was broken by the curiosity laced in Jakes voice. ❝ Right I forgot you’re new here so you wouldn’t know. The Head of Security has a thing for our secretary ❞

Jake stayed quiet,processing the new information. He hesitated, a blank emotionless expression crossed over his face the relaxation of an idea presenting itself to him ❝ If she can— can you? Would you be willing to do it? Please— we can’t have them cutting our budget ❞ Grace voice bellowed ❝Jake! You can’t ask her to do such a thing! ❞ Jake let out a scoff, ❝ It’s our only chance doc, if she can persuade the Colonel he can convince Selfridge to give us back our funding. It’s our only shot! ❞ They spat out arguments between each other, shouting and screaming as they bickered back and forth.

A terrible weight laid on your shoulders, would you be willing to do this? For them? Would you be willing to do this to to yourself? To be at his mercy? You dreaded doing such a thing but for them? Anything for them— ❝ I’ll do it ❞ you replied, voice breaking as you spoke. Their endless quarreling stopped, they looked at you in disbelief. You covered your face with shaking hands, looking up at all three of them. You flashed them a half-smile ❝I’ll convince Quaritch to put in a word to Selfridge for us ❞ Without waiting for any other remarks you turned on your heel.

Several long strides brought you to his office, you let out a shaky breath. Wiping the tears from the corner of your eyes, you exhaled; releasing some of the tension that settled on your shoulders. You knocked on the door, patiently waiting for the confirmation to walk in. A muffled sound from behind the door was enough clearance for you. The unmistakable creaking of the hinges of his door was loud enough to announce your presence.

There Quaritch was scribbling on documents, pausing his actions his head shifted to your direction. He flashed you a grin, a sudden sickening sensation coursed throughout your body. ❝ Well looky here— ❞ his voice drawled out, grutal and raspy. His eyes remained fixated on you, taking in the sight like a sponge soaking up water. He himself won’t admit it— but he was pleasantly thrilled to have you coming to him. His chuckle was light and laced with a hum of amusement ❝ I would done this much sooner if I had known that threatening the puppeteer program would lead you to come to me— you surely took your time. Not that I’m complaining ❞

Several long strides brought him to you. ❝ I needed a distraction and with you coming to me with those glassy eyes of yours— well it sure gives me something to think about ❞ His hand came up to caress your cheek, brushing gently against the corner of your eye wiping a stray tear. Your breath hitched, wide eyes gazing up at him. The gears in your head clicked together, was this all planned out? Did he know you would come to him? Your lip trembled, throat clogging up as you tried to find the words to say ❝ Convince Selfridge to bring back the funding ❞ Quaritch quirked up his eyebrows, ❝ I can do that but what’s in it for me?❞

You sniffled quietly, a solemn tear cascading down your cheek. With shaky limbs you clutched onto his hand, pressing your face against it ❝ Whatever you want, I’m sure I can satisfy it❞ With the way the Colonel's lips curled up and his eyes crinkled in delight, it was clear that he understood the meaning in your words. He’s been waiting to hear those words from you since forever— nothing but a dream come true. His chuckle was light and laced with a hum of amusement, ❝ I have a few things in mind ❞

His fingers tangled in your hair, giving a harsh tug at your roots. You cried out in pain ❝ Don’t make me wait ❞ his lips brushed against yours. Your hands shook as you cradled his jaw in your hands, you leaned forward pressing your lips against his. He kissed back with fever, insatiable and unable to get enough. A nip on your lip was enough to grant a gasp from you. He took the opportunity, slipping his tongue inside. You whined against him, hands pushing against his chest. Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes as he deepened the kiss.

You squirmed in his hold, having lost the rhythm to the kiss. His greedy hands slid along your hip, tracing the curve as he groped your skin. Even as you pulled back from his kiss the hand clasped behind your neck brought you back to him. ❝ no more❞ you whispered breathlessly against his lips. He ignored your pleas, his mouth forming a scowl. He was clearly displeased with your hesitance towards him. You came to him, pleading— begging. And with that sweet voice of yours? Whimpering and whining— Quaritch sighed, kisses coming out sloppy and frantic than the previous kisses.

Batting your eyelashes with watered eyes, offering yourself to him. So who was he to refuse? He’ll take everything you have to offer and more. He won’t have you backing off from this proposition. He can’t— he won’t. His hold on you tightens, arms strong in their hold. The thought alone of letting you leave his embrace had his mind in shambles. You were finally in his grasp, where he wanted you. He whispered your name between kisses, trailing them down your neck. You whined, turning your head away from him, whimpering as you pushed against his chest having had enough of his frantic kissing.

He pressed himself against your body, snapping his hips upwards to get any sort of fiction. His chest rumbled as he mouthed your neck leaving trials of wet kisses. He dove back to yours lips, ravishing you with kiss after kiss; sneaking his tongue inside. His tongue wrapped around yours, groaning in delight to feel you kissing him back with the same fever. He pulled back from the kiss, tongue swiping over his lips. He showed his delight in an obvious way, fingers ghosting over your skin before clasping his hand against yours. He pressed his cheekbone to your open palm, giving a quick kiss to your wrist.

It was odd to see the sudden affection he gave you— quite the contrary you didn’t expect such an action to come from him. It was soothing in a way— to see he’s not just another muscled brute. It was sudden, the way his hands slid underneath your thighs picking you up. You yelped, surprised by his movements; clinging onto his broad shoulders. He settled himself on his chair, placing you on his desk. Papers and folders scattered across the floor from the impact. His fingers ghosted over your bare skin leaving goosebumps in their wake.

His rough calloused hands caught hold of your thighs. Spreading them apart eagerly, his fingers pressed deep into your skin. His sudden actions caused you to fall back from the table, leaving yourself bare to him. You’re cheeks flushed in embarrassment, thighs snapping back together. The colonel scoffed, fingers pinching your skin. ❝ Now that won’t do— Spread em ❞ Tears raced down your cheek, humiliated and distraught by the actions you would be forced to do. You spread your legs, open and inviting towards the older male.

He tossed your legs over his broad shoulders, burying his face in your covered cunt. You whined in embarrassment, heart pounding against your chest. He rubbed his cheek against your inner thigh, giving a quick nip to your skin. His fingers crept up towards the dip of your hips, pulling off your panties. He snagged them in his hand pocketing them. You freeze, tears streaming down your cheeks. His hands slid underneath your knee spreading your legs wide apart.

His tongue swiped over his lips, greedily staring at your uncovered cunt. ❝ look at you, all pretty and wet. Just for me right? Yeah— just for me ❞ His fingers prodded your wet cunt, cooing at the slickness you were producing. Silky soft and tight like a vice— promising pleasure. A needy minx— you were just asking for it weren’t you? He peppered your cunt with open mouthed kisses, tongue lapping up your slick. You shuffled in discomfort inching away from him slowly. But to your displeasure he had noticed your little scheme. His hands instantly dipped towards your ass, pulling you forward to his pleasure. The sudden shift in movement nearly caused you to fall, your back arched uncomfortable; heels digging onto his broad back.

Quaritch clenched his jaw, pursing his lips in annoyance. Why did you have to be so much trouble? Why do you make this difficult? A good spanking is ought to tame that attitude of yours. His hand came down to strike on the outside of your thigh, a scream erupting from your throat from the sudden impact. ❝ Behave or the deal is off and we wouldn’t want that do we? ❞ Your eyes scrunched up, lip trembling with distraught. It wasn’t pleasurable— nothing about this was pleasurable. Your stomach seemed to rise to your throat, threatening to spill all over. But you had to hold it in, this was the deal. He got what he wanted and you get what you wanted. It was fair— part of the deal.

Quaritch nearly moaned at the taste of your flavor bursting into his tastebuds. Had he known you would of tasted this damn good he would of resulted in other methods to get you in his arms sooner. He should of transferred you to his department— kept you naked in his dorm for his pleasure. Easy access to your bare pussy, keep you there forever. His own personal cocksleeve— He would take the time to savor you— not like this. This was different, this was a quick fix he needed. He needed to take now— he can’t have you backing out. Once he’s done with you— oh you’ll be back. Begging for more— He plunged back into your wet cunt, grip tightening as your squirmed from his ministrations. His nose bumped repeatedly against your clit, tongue dragging across your folds.

You bit your lip, trying to stay silent— but atlast his tongue plunged into your hole suddenly causing you to clamp your thighs on his head. Your hands tugging onto his hair as he sloppily ate you out. Everything was overwhelming— with the way his tongue is lapping up everything you have to offer. Low groans came from within his chest, rumbling in the pleasant taste your cunt provided him with. His blue eyes seemed to glaze over as his actions become more vigorous and intense. The slurping sounds coming from his actions we’re nearly pornographic— the way his tongue kept on thrusting and lapping caused the coil in your stomach to snap. You gasped letting out a loud moan, back arching off the desk as you squealed as he continued to nip and suck

Tears pricked the corner of your eyes as you whined pathetically. Quaritch let out a chuckle, he wanted nothing more but to coax those cute moans out of you, see your overstimulated puffy cunt drooling for attention. His thumbs spread your cunt, eyeing your fluttering hole. A needy thing he mused. You were begging to be filled up nicely and who was he to deny you that pleasure? To deny himself? ❝God— you taste good ❞ His eyes rolled to the back of his head, swollen lips and nose covered in your slick— god you tasted divine— he wants more. Quaritch pulled you closer by the hips, tongue swirling around your clit. You whined, chest arching from the sheer pleasure he’s giving you. You’ve already cummed once— you can’t handle another one. You squirmed in his hold, hips thrusting up, sideways— anything to be away from his mouth. It’s too much— his mouth, his tongue against your cunt sends you into fits of sobs.

Quaritch scowled, arms clamping over your thighs to cease your struggling ❝ One more— just one more sweetheart ❞ he runs his tongue on the hood of your clit, groaning in response. You wince, screaming out his name, Quaritch peers up at you not bothering to halt in his ministrations. He was drunk off your screams— taste and the breathy moans you would let out.

When he does eventually stop with torturing you, your met with him between your thighs with his chin dripping in your slick. Your eyes fill with tears before he dips his head, tongue lapping up your overstimulated cunt. He doesn’t let up until your cumming, wailing for him. He leaned back, gazing at the mess he made. Your fluttering hole clenched around nothing, puffy and swollen from his relentless attack on your cunt. He wanted nothing more but to fill you up with his cock— but not now. He’ll save that moment for another day, get you nice and prepped just for him. Make it romantic— candles and petals scattered. His mouth curled up at the corner of his lips, yeah you’ll like that won’t you?

With one last kiss on the tip of your clit, Quaritch gave your outer thigh a firm slap. ❝ That wasn’t so bad now was it? No— you enjoyed it didn’t you? That’s my good girl ❞ He cooed mockingly—sickeningly. His gaze traveled to your eyes where he was met with pouting lips and tear stained cheeks. Chest heaving drawing attention to your bust — he’ll have his own fun with them soon. You were far too godamn pretty to let go off— His throat bobbed— cock twitching in his pants. On second thought maybe you can handle a couple of rounds more.

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#SYNOPSIS— Running away from the white death

#WARNING(s)— mentions of unhealthy obsession/fixation,mentions of forced relationship, intent on kidnapping

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You wouldn't be honest if you said you weren’t feeling anxious. Here you were, looking back over your shoulder as you boarded a bullet train. Hurriedly taking a seat in the nearest corner. You could never be too sure of your surroundings. That much you discovered thanks to your "beloved lover” The cart was very silent, it was making you feel uneasy. It wasn’t until later that you realized you were in the ‘silent car’ It was peaceful— so peaceful. Something you hadn’t gotten in the past few years. Only a short while had passed when the silence was broken by three men. They were bickering amongst themselves clearly being agitated and overworked. One was obviously under some sort of substance clearly being escorted by the other two men. You didn't really comprehend who he was until you got a closer look at his face.

It was the son of your ‘ dear lover ‘ However there were rumors that he had been taken hostage by a gang and was being held for ransom. You never made an effort to know just how he got kidnapped exactly. Having no desire to learn anything about that man’s offspring. Your gaze darted from left to right as you nervously gnawed at your lips. It wasn’t a coincidence— nothing was ever a coincidence. Your breathing was erratic as you tried making sense of the situation. You couldn't imagine going back to that man. There were tears running down your cheeks. You should have known better than to think it was just a coincidence. You managed to secure a ticket on the bullet train by some miracle. You wiped away any possible tear-streaked traces as you sniffled through your emotions. After gathering yourself, you decided to put up a fight and not be treated lightly. You won’t be taken easily.

But as you heard the two men arguing back and forth, your brief moment of clarity was broken. They continued to glance at your spot before returning to their phone. ❝ It can't be that simple—that much for her, ❞ the taller of the two whispered harshly ❝Listen, mate— that's the fuckin target ❞ the other one would say while rolling his eyes. ❝ just hurry it up ❞ He was a well-dressed man, and the color of his clothes complemented his eyes. And he was approaching you confidently with an endearingly smiling. He had curly brown chesnut hair and pearly white teeth with a mustache complimenting his looks. He was handsome you noted— but either way he was hired to take you back. You had nowhere else to go as he moved closer, causing your breath to become labored. He would undoubtedly drag you back into the man's grasp. And it appeared that he had noticed you frantic state.

❝ Hey—hey ❞ he said, encouraging you to adopt a relaxed posture. ❝ I just need you to make this easy for me, sweetheart, ❞ he added ❝ I've already had a fuckin day with these twats ❞ you glared at him with narrowed brows, letting out a series of gurgling laughs. Your lips began to twist into a wicked, crafty smile. You had previously emphasized that you wouldn't be taken lightly. You stood up in a false fury and screamed at the top of your lungs. Raising your hand, you slapped his cheek ❝ How dare you— You pervert! Disgusting man, you! You are not allowed to grope me while I'm sleeping just because I'm dozing off! Outrageous—piece of shit! ❞ you launched into a tirade against him in an effort to get the other passengers' attention, and it was successful. The man appeared as though he was unable to realize that he had been smacked and was now being called a pervert.

He struggled to speak while feverishly shaking his head in denial. He made gestures with his arms raised as he attempted to diffuse the situation caused by other passengers hurling objects at him. ❝ I was merely attempting to wake her!❞ You packed your belongings and scoffed. Giving him one last look before slapping him again. ❝ You wench—, you! ❞ His hand reached out to stroke his swollen cheek. You huffed and stepped away from the scene. Hurriedly opened the door, sweat running down your face. You were horrified by what you had done. You’ve hit an escort that was hired by your lover and had gotten away with it.

You choose to put your bags in a random holder after fumbling with them. encountering a gentleman with heavy glasses, a bucket hat on top, and long, shaggy blonde hair. He appeared to be trying to blend in by dressing poorly ❝ I'm sorry, but have you seen a silver suitcase with a sticker on it? ❞ You immediately noticed it in the corner of your eyesight. The wheels in your thoughts started to turn as you turned to look back at the man ❝ I apologize for the mess, but here it is! ❞ You handed the man the silver bag bearing a train-themed sticker ❝ Thank you very much❞ he left without another word, seemingly oddly happy. There was something going on in this train and you didn’t want to stay and figure it out. Getting off was top priority.

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im working on another kinda like it called One-Sided

but the one inspired by this hasnt been started yet maybe after i get a few chapter of one sided is out ill start

but yeah this da story thats inspired 19 and then book two of 20

Ahhhhhhh I’m so exciteddddd— I can’t wait till you post ‘ One Sided ‘

Ooooooo— I can’t wait for the other one too, I’m glad there’s more content coming out I’m reeallll excited about it’

Ok Im Backkkk so with an update for the disease I came up with

Chronic Vaginal Muscle Spasms (CVMS). I pulled this shit outta my ass

anyways heres a little sneak peek ;)

While women without CVMS, do experience pain while on their period, having type A of the disease, causes level 6 pain. Level 6 is equal to level 1 pain for women without CVMS, and it only gets worse.

Every 46 of 50 women are born with this, but only 1 out of the 359 women get type A, and  46 out of 50 get type B.

I come with some of the most random shit u will ever hear from someone I swear 😭😀🤣🤣

Your imagination is wild ngl

But honestly this def has some plot in it! Can’t wait to see how it’s interpreted in the story!