Hello there, darlings, my name is Balthazar Roche, but I am mostly known as Balth. I am a 16 year old boy who originates from France and moved to the United States when I was 13. I live with a mother who has no sympathy, the woman I looked up to growing up is now dead, and I am looking for a way to get out of this town. I am a open bisexual who loves skateboarding, art, and sex. My honesty is the best and worst part of me. I tend to love everyone I meet. Excuse me language if I do cuss, and sometimes I get words wrong. Contact me. *Independent Balthazar account. Balth is a human, not an angel. Just FYI. He will openly flirt with you no matter what and he tends to love to get into trouble. He has a best friend who is his friends with benefits, Crowley, who is also a funder for pornography. Balth drinks and smokes, and also does some drugs. Mun is underage, as is muse, but NSFW is welcomed and only you will feel weird if we get into some steamy scene. Enjoy my muse.*
"If ya can’t be a douche with a friend, than who can ya be that way with?" She smirked, “But besides that, I’m sure he is a pretty decent friend, am I right?"
"You shouldn't have brought it if you didn't want me to have it," he says, smirking a bit. "What's mine is mine and what's yours is mine, since you're in my older body."
Balth grins wide as he begins to move even faster. "God damn, John. So good. So fucking good," he whimpers before he presses his own prostate and his body spasms a bit at the sensation. "J-Joh-" he manages before his head is tipping back on a loud cry.
Balth is beginning to cry out, more like scream, his pleasure, panting and trying to grasp at the window , before he's left putting one of his hands back against John's, grasping at it as his other keeps him propped up.
Balth smiles at Sam gently before sitting down. "You look good, auntie..."
Margie smiles a bit. "You look like you haven't eaten in years. When was the last time you had a decent meal?"
He cursed a bit, before crawling up between his legs, his hand resting on Balth’s, the other holding the camera. “Take it out, baby.. I wanna fuck you.."
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Until then, please go check out my new fanfiction that is loosely based on The Purge of Balcifer!
Summary:
It’s the year 2017, it is 2 years after the second Holocaust started in Europe. With most American soldiers in the Middle East, they couldn’t send many more to Europe without a draft. When America attempted a draft, Americans rebelled. Without help from America, people from other countries soon left their home countries. Immigration influx rose by 43% and jobs were beginning to grow scarce. It’s been a year since the first ever American Massacre. This is an event that takes place on the 4th of July that allows even American citizens to murder immigrants who had migrated there in less than 5 years. During the first major influx of immigrants, there was a 13 year old boy named Balthazar Roche who went with his mother and grandmother. His mother was murdered during the first American Massacre, and his grandmother has just died. He lied about his age and is now living in a house with a rich, American family as a maid. They later found out his age and vowed to keep him safe when they learned his story. It helps just a little bit that there’s a romance budding between Balthazar and the second oldest son. But when Balthazar is tormented by a few boys on the street after he buys grocery and his accent comes out, how much trouble will he cause for the family who took him in?