#**Tags for Biz Control:** | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

dissociative-disaster · 2 years ago

Text

I haven’t been using tumblr a long time - I made my account in 2020, I think - but I’m genuinely concerned about these changes the staff are making. Like @aeolianblues said, Tumblr has always been somewhat an inverse of a typical social media platform, fundamentally. That is, the typical formula for a social media platform is:

Revenue is generated through ad deals.

Advertisers get more success from increased viewership of ads.

More ads are shown proportional to user engagement.

Therefore, more revenue is generated proportional to user engagement.

This inevitably leads to three main user-mental-health-fucker-overers:

Endless feeds organised by algorithms.

Built-in encouragement to tie your identity and self-worth to your social media presence.

Built-in encouragement of hostile argument.

So, point 1 is simple: your bottom line depends on users seeing more ads. Users see more ads if they spend more time on the site. They spend more time on the site if they see content that’s similar enough to what they see already that they won’t be repulsed, but different enough in substance that they won’t get bored. So, you make an algorithm that provides an endless amount of this, mathematically optimised to generate maximum user time retention. An intended part of this is to create echo chambers of argumentative people who agree with each-other just enough to sort themselves into an ingroup, and furthermore it leads the user down endless paths of ever-compounding ‘for you’ opinions, creating the perfect conditions to radicalise people to reactionary, conspiracy-theory, and fascist thinking. See all the mental health problems resultant.

Point 2: by encouraging users to tie their real-life identity closely with their social media presence, you can do two things: One, you can encourage them to spend more time on your platform, trying to get famous. Make an arbitrary reward that boosts their appearance in algorithms - likes - and get them to tie their self-worth to that number. Profit. Two, you can use data collected from their use of your platform (users followed, tags liked, etc.), combined with data about their person, to create a terrifying database of really specific personal profiles of your users, that you can sell to advertising companies to make targeted ads with. Profit. Just try and quietly ignore both the inherent and obvious mental health consequences of people tying their minds to internet numbers, and the millions-scale invasion of privacy you just did with the profile doo-biz.

3: Simple, really. People spend more time on your site if they feel like they’re accomplishing some moral thing with their posts. So you get them to argue over whatever issues they feel strongly about. The more vitriolic these arguments get, the better, even if the substance of the disagreement is completely meaningless. Because it drives engagement. And if the arguments do have real moral substance - say, the rights of minorities - then that’s even better! Because then people start arguing about the arguments, and suddenly your whole site is a battleground and you’re a carrion crow! Obviously this has many awful consequences for the users, like rampant bullying of minorities, the reinforcement of anti-intellectualism and conspiracy theories, and the inevitable normalisation of fascist rhetoric, but you don’t care! You’re rich!

Do you see the problem?

Tumblr has always been kind of the opposite of this. At least mostly. Because the user’s feed is mainly just a chronological list of posts from blogs and tags they follow, the user has a great degree control over what they see. They aren’t led down rabbit holes of increasingly-radical opinions by the algorithm, because that’s not how this algorithm works.

Users’ self-worth isn’t so tied to ‘getting famous’ or whatever because ‘getting famous’ on tumblr doesn’t have that illusion of authority you get on other platforms. Because posts circulate mainly via direct reblogging, likes don’t give you a significant algorithmic edge, and the culture is different here to a degree that -despite there being famous blogs- fame does not grant authority. Delightful though they are, I’d hazard a guess that very few people would seriously consider voting for pukicho in a real-life election.

User data also isn’t used to sell things in the same way. Because tumblr accounts are publicly anonymous, there’s usually very little that ties a tumblr blog to a real person. It’s one thing to recognise dissociativeDisaster the tumblr communist who likes hermitcraft, and quite another to use that information to sell shit to [REDACTED] the real person.

Finally, arguments are not so personal and vitriolic here - partly also as a result of anonymity. But because people don’t generally tie their sense of self to their tumblr blogs, and because the dashboard isn’t a recommendation feed, there’s not (as much of) that vitriolic, toxic brainrot that you get on reddit or The Platform Formerly Known As Twitter.

This is why I came here, actually. Although I’ve never had a twitter account and never will, I did spend about two years of my life (and I only get one life) using reddit. It made me genuinely anxious and insecure. I deleted my reddit account after breaking down crying over an argument I’d had with a transphobe actually, and while people will probably think that sounds stupid, I’d gotten so invested in what shouting heads on reddit thought of me that i became genuinely distraught over it. While I know stuff like that can happen on tumblr, it’s not the predominant experience, and it’s not (currently) being pushed by the platform.

The point is, a social media platform is defined by its functional features - the minute mechanics of notifications and algorithms effect the way people use the platform, which in turn influences the effect the platform has on its users. If Tumblr shifts its features to be fundamentally similar to the typical social media platform, it will be forfeiting the very quality that gave it longevity in the first place.

I know this was long and rambly, and probably reductive to the point of being at least partially incorrect, but I think the main point still stands. Also cut me some slack it’s ten-to-two in the morning for me.

Anyway. I’ve forgotten what I was trying to say. Um. Keep up with traffic safety. Brush your teeth. Goodnight.

They’re making it MORE Twitter like: multiple icons showing up when more than five people like/plain reblog a post. Why.

I feel insulted, over the last few weeks it’s felt like the entire site is becoming Twitter 2.0 to accommodate, what, 5% of the user base? Less than that? Not even all the new people are coming from Twitter. Some are coming from Reddit. What then, we change the entire site to become like Reddit? What about the other 95% of us, who have been here all this time, and I’m sure just the way you assume Twitter users want a familiar interface that they’ve used before, SO DO WE. SO DO FUCKING WE. THE REST OF THE TUMBLR USERS. WE WANT TO USE A SITE WE’VE USED BEFORE TOO: IT’S CALLED TUMBLR YOU FOOLS

I am at a loss, we’ve lost all the cool things that made Tumblr unique. They took away DM colours. Everything is now standard blue. We used to see messages in the colour of the blog we were chatting with. Now they all look the same. How many times has seeing the wrong colour saved me from accidentally sending something to the wrong blog. You had something going there. If Twitter expats were whining about there being colours in the chat, fuck them!? This was the non-conformist website what on Earth happened?? I don’t want to open Twitter DMs when I message a mutual on here. Let me see their blog colour. Let them pick that for me. This is ridiculous, there was no need for that. At all.

@staff

#long post #rambling post #at least on my end #tumblr #tumblr changes #staff #twitter #twitter refugees #redditors #reddit #social media #platform design #social media design

614 notes · View notes

genocidalfetus · 2 years ago

Text

(tag game originally by @bnbc )

Rules:

😈 Post 5 Facts about your OC.

😈 Open the latest section of #cyberpunk 2077 tag and reblog 5 posts of people you don’t follow, giving them nice tags.

😈 Tag 5 People to spread the game.

5 facts about Vince Cullen, former Nomad

Vince has a fear of blood or hemophobia. The trauma of losing his parents to a brutal Raffen Shiv attack as a child brought it on and it manifested when he got hurt while playing. He learned how to control his phobia through a therapist friend of Misty's. It's not truly gone, but panic attacks are very rare for him now.

He can play guitar by ear. He won't get the notes/chords perfect, but he gets close. He was taught guitar basics by some nomads if they weren't able to pay him for repairing their guitars as a teenager, a side biz he had at the time.

He can cook, but once he left his clan he became a bit lazy, preferring takeout and cold pizza to a home-cooked meal. His favorite go-to meal became microwaved ramen. Kerry hates the smell of it.

Before he met Kerry, Vince was a virgin. He wasn't inexperienced but had never penetrated nor been penetrated. He had never found someone worthy of such an intimate moment. Until he met Kerry, that is. And Kerry was honored to be his first.

Vince learned how to netrun from a man called Squid. He was hiding out among his clan, and caught Vince trying to break into a datafort as a gonk kid. Squid helped him not get caught by the security system and then offered to teach him how to do it safely and sneakily. He gave Vince his cyberdeck and then disappeared, later turning back up in Night City as a monk.

Tagging @honourandsteel @pinkydude @vforviktor @mrsvaleriesilverhand @faepunkprince

#cyberpunk 2077 #vince cullen #male v #kerry eurodyne #male v cyberpunk

19 notes · View notes

dreamings-free · 4 years ago

Text

an UPDATED Pleased As / Pleasing™ timeline:

I received some more detailed information about the Pleasing domains, which I have weaved into the first timeline below. Updates are highlighted as this, with an indent.

22.04.21 “Pleasing” is registered as a trademark in both the UK and US for more than ten different products and services incl. sunglasses, clothing, makeup, hair, manicure, nail polish, diffusers, fragrance, handbags and online retail store services. Fandom discovers this 4/8/21

29.04.21 Eight different domains all containing the words “pleasing” and “nail” are registered by Fullstop:

25.05.21 Please As Holdings Ltd is incorporated. Harry and his assistant Emma Spring are listed at directors. Erskine Records Ltd is listed as person with significant control with ownership of shares: 75% or more. According to the company profile the co. is in the business of “wholesale of perfume and cosmetics”. Fandom discovers this 28/5/21

22.06.21 Another 18 “pleasing” domains are registered, again by Fullstop. Where the first batch was focus nails only, this one seems to be covering both a brand and a project as well as the word “beauty” (but interestingly doesn’t mention clothing/apparel) :

26.06.21 The domain pleasing.com is updated, which probably means this is the day ownership was transfered. (the original registration date was 1997-08-14 which was basically the birth of the www lol) The registrant is listed as “Fullstop Management”. Fandom discovers this 4/8/21

As you can see above, the pleasing.com domain was registered later than the others, likely because it - unlike the other domains - was purchased from another owner (with a $20k range price tag, my source estimates).

13.07.21 Another seven “pleasing” domains are registered, this time for .biz and .world as well as country-specific extentions .mx (Mexico), .sk (Slovakia), .cz (Czech Republic), .at (Austria) and .gr (Greece):

17.07.21 Harry is papped leaving LAX wearing a black hoodie with a printed “Pleasing” across the chest. The sweatshirt is nowhere to be found on the www.

make what you will off that..

#pleasing™️#pleased as #fullstop #timeline #05.08.21 #mine #with a little help from my friends ;)#thanx #gonna tag all dates for cross reference:#22.04.21 #29.04.21 #25.05.21 #22.06.21 #26.06.21 #13.07.21 #17.07.21 #04.08.21 #now i need a nap lol

265 notes · View notes

king-bito · 4 years ago

Text

Vanta Black is a butt

I’m sorry, this is my first Drabble or whatever this is, I didn’t proof read it, I don’t really know what my intention was here.. I’m not a writer, I do digital art, but there’s so little Shihai smut out there I thought I would add my bad writing to the small pile xD

I’m SO SORRY.

Pairing: Shihai Kuroiro x Reader

Characters are in their mid twenties.

Rating: Explicit

MINORS DO NOT INTERRACT

Warnings: Dub-Con, Predator/Prey Dynamic, Quirk use, Smut

It’s been a long day, it’s 10pm and you just exited the cinema alone, your friend, who decided to make the whole movie about kissing, making out, and blowing their newly acquired boyfriend, ditched you early in favour of going home with him.

Oh how wonderful it felt to be a third wheel. You’d resigned and accepted your fate, opting to take your time, grabbing a coffee at concession before leaving.

It’s Friday night and there’s still a buzz of nightlife, just barely starting to pick up. Luckily you lived nearby so you wouldn’t have to suffer atrocious cab fares, and the awkward conversations that you always felt cornered into.

You take a deep breath, finishing off the last of your beverage and tossing it into the trash and beginning your walk home, pulling together your jacket to ward off the cold bite of the night air.

————

It’s only 2 blocks from your apartment when you hear what sounds like distressed meows coming from a dark alley. Was it a cat? Fuck, it’s too cold on a night like this to just ignore it. You aren’t the bravest person, and dimly lit alleyways threw up about a dozen warning signals, but these small, infantile kitten meows had you falter and pause.

Biting your lip, you decide to suck it up. You can’t abandon a little kitty out here..

Oh how wonderfully gullible you are.

As you near a filthy dumpster with so many tags on it you can’t even make out a single letter, a cold breeze makes you shiver, it travels up your spine making you feel unsettled. For some reason the meows stopped when you began to enter the alley, and as you pull your arms around yourself for comfort to try and quell the fear, you peer around some stray boxes and trash bags, hoping to locate the abandoned animal.

You let out a gasp as something moves, you suppress a scream and tumble back against the brick wall, panting, heart beating rapidly.

There is nothing.

You swallow, you must have imagined it right?

Suddenly you feel something warm grab your wrists from behind, instinctively you try to pull forward but whatever is holding you is like a vice. Looking down you see pitch black hands wrapped firmly around your dainty wrists and then a low, whispering voice hits your ear.

“Hello little mousy~” Out from the dark brick behind you, a mans face with charcoal pigmented skin is pushing out from the darkness, his deep, dangerous tone terrifying and a little too provocative. Your first reaction is to bolt, and as you yank yourself away (purely at the mercy of this strange man in a wall letting your wrists go), you fall to the ground, turning to back yourself up against the opposite wall, resting on your now scraped palms. “W-what the hell?!” You stammer, taking in the sight before you.

Oh how cute.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” You yell, hoping to draw the attention of someone, anyone, nearby.

...

A deep chuckle cuts through the cold silence between you, and you watch as the head moves forward, more of his body emerging from the wall, and now, you get the chance to fully drink in his features. He’s handsome, well, what little you can make out in the low light against impossibly dark skin. His eyes are hooded and seductive, they study you with each breath you take. His lips are lightly pursed into a small smirk, they look perfect on his sharp jawline. His face is framed by a mop of thick silver hair that flicks out in an unruly manner over his cheeks and the back of his neck. The man is clad in a black coat, grey denim jeans, and a low cut v-neck tee, where you can make out his defined collarbones disappearing beneath the lapels of his long coat.

“Aww.. did I scare the poor little thing?” The man coos out gently, and the twisted smile he wears tells you very clearly this was all just fun cruelty to him.

“O-Of course you did! Who the fuck does tha-“

“Shihai” he interrupts you.

“What?”

“My name is Shihai Kuroiro, but you may call me Kuro.”

“I don’t give a damn what your name is.” You blurt out, getting yourself back to your feet and pressing yourself against the cold brick as if it would get you any further away from this..thing.

“You should. You will. Pretty thing like you couldn’t help but come to the pitiful little meows of a kitten, you didn’t even think, did you?”

“I-I…”

“I’m not even very good at making those sounds.. and yet you wandered all the way down an unlit alley, where oh, I don’t know…” Shihai steps forward and places his palms either side of your shoulders. He’s taller than you, lean, but sturdy in build, and his every languid movement was filled with its own strength and purpose. “...anyone could take advantage of you."

"I saw you in the cinema," He continued."you and your so called friend, she certainly had a good time, didn’t she?” He muses, leaning down so his wild grey-ish locks tickle your temple, his breath fanning over your neck as he spoke.

You can’t help but go red at the closeness, there was no doubt he was hot, he was very much your type and when was the last time you had a good fuck? Too long, that was for sure. But this guy was being a real creep! Not to mention scaring you half to death like some sort of twisted predator…

“Such a shame they didn’t invite you along with them.. then again, if they had, I wouldn’t have been able to get you alone like this… so cute, so flushed.. and my.. so easy.” He growls darkly, carding his fingers through your hair, and slowly curling his hand into a fist to grab a handful and yank gently. “Have some fun with me…” You knew this wasn’t an offer, but an inevitable demand, and against your quickly disappearing better judgement, you nodded meekly. Fuck it.

———————

The next few minutes are a blur, as you find yourself naked beneath Shihai, panting and mewling as his mouth works your nipple, sucking and nibbling while his hand massages and kneads your other breast. “K-...Kuro…” You gasp, arching your back and grabbing a fistful of his hair. You throw your head back and pant to the pulsing in your core, deft fingers of Shihai’s free hand thrusting in and out of you while curling them expertly.

The man is ravenous as he attacks that spongey spot inside you, his mouth hotly working up your neck and leaving an all manner of marks in his wake. You let out a guttural moan, writhing underneath his frame, pressing your chest to his and rocking your hips against his fingers, chasing your orgasm like a woman starved.

So Shameless

You weren’t quite sure how he got you to this room so quickly from the city street, no doubt it had to be some weird quirk that came with his abnormal allearance but you were hardly complaining once he stripped you, and himself down and practically threw you onto the bed to jump you.

“So beautiful.. so good for me, little mouse…” he coos, growling shortly after as he notices your body giving him telltale signs of your impending release. “Kuro.. please.. I-I’m..” You whine loudly as he pulls his fingers out of you abruptly, ceasing his administrations in full and repositioning himself above you. “Uh-uh-uh..~” Shihai keens, tutting before capturing your mouth in a lust filled kiss and pressing his tongue to your lips, demanding access. Your pitiful whine of protest offers him the perfect opening as he slides his tongue into your mouth and dominates you entirely, a free hand pushing your hips down to stop your pitiful bucking. “Mmmphhh~” You moan into his mouth, running your hands up and down his chest and ribs, feeling the muscles move and tense and admiring each contraction as he moves to line himself up.

“You only get to cum on my dick, understand~?” His voice is smooth like butter when he breaks the kiss, bringing his hand up to lick your ample juices from his fingers in a lewd display. He nearly moans when he tastes you, eyes fluttering closed as he savours your taste, slowly and teasingly sucking every digit clean. “Oh.. so delicious, little one. I’ll be sure to clean you up properly when we’re done…” He grins, sliding his tongue out of his mouth provocatively, causing you to whimper.

It’s only when you feel his hips move do you realise he had slowly been lining himself up with your dripping entrance, rolling them to push the tip of his leaking cock into your stretched hole, the movement drawing a long, loud moan from you. Fuck, you didn’t even get a good look at it in the heat of things, but fuck if it didn’t feel massive as it slowly stretches you out around the sheer girth.

Shihai hums contently, clearly holding back his sounds in favour of composure and control as he slowly, smoothly, sheaths himself into your heat. The stretch hurts, and is taking a little too long to grow accustomed to as you look up at the stunningly biz are creature above you. You raise a hand to his cheek, admiring his smooth warm skin and slight changes in shade as he grows hotter and hotter from the workout, and you offer the first gentle touch of the night to him, as re-assurance he can move, yes, but also an attempt to connect, and as his eyes dart to you’s, you swear you could see his cheeks reddening a little.

Shihai shakes his head and lowers himself down to bite and nibble at your neck, slowly beginning to rock his hips back and forth. “So.. so tight, you really are a sweet little thing aren’t you” he manages between thrusts that grow in intensity. “Fuck, you’re practically sucking me in, beautiful.” he grunts, a shudder racking his spine as you continue to touch him tenderly.

“A-ahmmm… Kuro!” You groan, breaths becoming an uneven pant, you lean back to give him better access to your neck and guide his hand up to your breast again as you start to move your hips in time with his, lifting your knees to let him hit deeper and deeper inside of you. “I wanna… mmmmphhhh! Shit.. I need to…” you feel the tightness building in your stomach.

The pace quickens and the new angle has him hitting that perfect spot inside of you. He’s bracing himself on one hand, and with his other, he’s squeezing and gently teasing your pebbled nipple beneath his fingertips.

“Hahn… gonna cum? Go on… you can do it. Cum all over my cock.”

You throw your head back again and wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into you with each thrust until your walls clench and contract around his dick, making it twitch and pulse as you both reach your high, coming undone at once.

—————————-

Kuroiro takes surprisingly good care of you after multiple rounds of intense orgasms, he cleans you up with a warm damp cloth, feeds you, and gives you water before you damn near pass out in his bed. As he settles in beside you, scooting up to try and make you roll over so he can spoon you, you reach up to cup his cheek in your hand, your sleepy expression sweet and lazy. “...You’re still a creep..” You murmur gently, causing him to look at you with a little shock. He opens his mouth to retaliate, but you cut him off before he can get a stupid cocky remark in. “...but this was amazing. Do you think next time we could start…. with an actual date?”

His mouth opens again, this time he’s speechless. “Wait.. r-really? You’d.. you’d like to…?”

“Shhhh…” you nod, smiling gently as you roll over and shuffle back into him.

What you’re too tired to notice, is the heat coming from his cheeks, ears, and neck. Shit, he thought if he could just remain in control he wouldn’t become a stammering blushing mess. You weren’t supposed to like him! Nor ask him out!

But you had to be a cute little sweetheart and flip the tables on his plan.

#shihai kuroiro #Shihai Kuroiro x reader #lemon #smut #bnha fanfiction #mha fanfiction #bnha x reader #vanta black x reader #first time doing this please go easy on me

268 notes · View notes

obae-me · 5 years ago

Text

Maid!Brothers

Here you go folks, some maid brothers as a treat. I know these are also probably just what they did for the butler event but...maids. SFW for these ones, although with enough convincing, I might be pressed to make NSFW ones. Enjoy!

Congratulations! For better or for worse, and for the next few days, the demons that reside in the House of Lamentation are now your maids. Is this due to a curse? Another one of Diavolo’s somewhat sadistic schemes? A dare gone too far? Perhaps you’ve used your pact powers for good evil? Who knows at this point? And to be fair, who cares how it started when you have seven demons greet you at the door every morning?

Lucifer

He was very much not pleased at first. At all. But not for the reasons you’d expect. All of his time spent serving you completely is going to disrupt his enormous piles of work. However, Diavolo has given him a few days leave to...explore this new...career. Now that he’s in this situation with no way out for the foreseeable future, he has no choice but to be the best maid the likes of which you or the Devildom has never seen before. He must go the full mile for the sake of his pride. No one will be making fun of him once he perfectly fulfills his role, and just because he’s wearing a dress and an apron doesn’t mean he’s not still completely bone-chillingly intimidating. In fact, now that he has more free time and his eyes on you nearly everywhere you go, this new form of his is almost scarier.

He wears a traditional outfit; Victorian. One with the long unruffled skirt and sleeves. You hardly see him in white, so the stark pureness of his apron and headband are almost off-putting, but it grows on you quickly. The buttons on his collar and cuffs are a bright royal blue. He’s insistent on still wearing his gloves, which somehow only add more flair to his uniform. You never assumed he’d be caught wearing something like this, and yet he’s so confident in it, you could mistakenly assume he’s done this before.

His main chore is making sure the other maids (his brothers) are fulfilling their duties. He’s written up a beautiful schedule complete with shift changes and chore swaps so no one can complain too much. If he hadn’t done this, nothing would get finished, and all of his brothers would end up flocking to you instead. Of course, with him being in charge of this, no one can prevent him from making sure he gets to stick by your side more than the others by a considerable margin.

Everything he does is absolutely flawless. Your room has never been cleaner or more organized, although now you have a difficult time finding any of your things. Your pens are gathered up by...ink density? And your clothes by material? Now you’re resorted to ask for his assistance. He knows exactly what you like, and how you prefer it prepared. And once, you’d even begin to sneeze and he’d already prepared a handkerchief for you.

Of course...this new caretaking biz of his has unlocked a new side of him, or at least a side he’s never had the time or energy to show. He’s unbelievably, heart-wrenchingly, mind-numbingly...fussy. Constantly straightening your clothes, fixing your hair, asking you every five minutes if there’s anything he can do. You’re unsure if he feels you’re incapable of doing anything right by yourself, or if he just has such an overwhelming urge to take care of you that he can’t even let you put your own shoes on.

“Master, I can’t help but notice you’ve not completed your assignments for today. I’ve already prepared your desk, let me escort you to your room.”

“Master, I know Super Crunchy Devil-Sweet Cookies are your favorite, but they are not good for you. Here, I’ve already prepared a perfectly healthy snack. I know you’ll love it.”

“Master, it is five minutes till your bed-time. I am fully aware you are an adult...yes...nonetheless, I have your bed prepared and will not leave till you are safely in a slumber. I will tuck you in, you must get good sleep after all.”

“Master, let me make sure your bathwater is a safe temperature.”

“Master, let me cut your food for you.”

As the days dredge on, he gets more desperate. It’s been a while since you’ve done something on your own. Lucifer is almost always there. You enjoy it to a degree, but it’s a tad...how do we say...suffocating, knowing your every action is under his watchful gaze. At this moment in time, you’re still unaware if this is how he naturally is, or, without endless work to hold him back, if he’s spiraling out of control. Either way, as much as you appreciate him taking complete care of you, you’ll be happy when the old Lucifer is back.

However, as much as he pushes you, you enjoy the moments with him. You find more fondness for him with every soft brush of his gloves, with all the things he keeps hidden in his pockets only to brandish them whenever you need them.

At one point, you’d both been so drained from the day’s activities, you both went for a stroll in the garden to clear your heads. Yawning, you took a seat on the soft grass, your back leaned up against the trunk of a tree. As you listened to the wind rustle the leaves, Lucifer looked down at you with a small frown. Then, sighing, he joined you, tucking the fabric of his skirt against his legs as he sat. How long had it been since he had simply sat outside for some air? Too long. You both embraced the silence for a moment. No more chattering maids, no more assignments, just the sound of gentle breaths against the breeze. You tilted your head back, watching from the corner of your eye as Lucifer brushed a stray leaf off his apron.

“I’ve exhausted you,” he proclaimed in a soft voice.

You couldn’t quite tell him he hadn’t…”I’m just tired in general.”

He huffs, knowing he was right but not pushing you any further. “Here…” You feel his gloved hand cup the back of your head. The heart in your chest squeezes, but you allow him to guide your body in a lying position, head in his lap. You can’t find the breath to say anything, so you simply adjust into a comfortable position, bringing one of your hands close to your face to gently grasp the apron fabric.

You don’t remember falling asleep, so you don’t recall Lucifer’s arm wrapping around your waist, his sigh of relief when you get some rest, and his eventual slumber when he too lets the peace of your company lull him to sleep.

Maybe him being a maid wasn’t so terrible after all.

Mammon

He was also not happy. So unhappy in fact, he’d refused to have anything to do with this. How is he supposed to make money off this whole deal? Where’s the fun? The thrill? No, no, no, he was absolutely not going to participate. He expected some sort of begging or coercion, but actually each of his brothers were alright in knowing each of them would have more time with you with Mammon out of the way. Well, out of everything, he was not having that. Right after his outburst, he was all too happy to be onboard. He proclaimed he was going to be the best, the cutest, the most amazing maid ever. Naturally. So, all of his brothers might as well go home and leave it to him. The Great Mammon would take it from here. One, they were already home. Two, no, none of them were leaving. As a maid, he’ll most likely end up messing up a lot of things, but you’ve never seen him try harder in his life for something that wasn’t attached with a price tag. And that honestly made it worth it.

He wears a uniform with short sleeves and a mid-rise skirt that stops right at his knees. It sort of reminds you of a diner outfit more than a maid uniform, with two separate pockets sewn into the apron. The apron itself doesn’t go over the chest and around the neck, instead, it simply ties around the waist. The bow wrapped in his hair and his knee-high socks are a pleasing gold color, one that matches the sunglasses he still wears despite it not fitting the rest of his look.

His main chore is errand boy. He’s running from here and there to get you and his brothers what they need to carry out their chores. He’s always busy buying groceries, delivering things to your room, dropping off supplies for the other maids to use. Not only is he the fastest so this is more efficient, but it does a pretty good job of wearing him out at the end of the day.

He always has had the capacity to be cute, but somehow with this new occupation of his, he’s become increasingly adorable. And it’s during this time where you realize how much he cares and pays attention to you. He may be considered a terrible maid, but you appreciate his efforts and the gifts he bought for you, even if he had spent the money for food on it. And where Lucifer strives to keep you safe, Mammon strives to keep you entertained, even if it means going against his older brother’s carefully laid plans.

“Master! While I was out grocery shopping I saw your favorite snacks and snagged them for ya! If you eat them now, I’ll take the trash away so Lucifer never knows, eh?”

“Here is your dinner, Master. I’m sorry it’s so late, Satan was making it all wrong! Tch, What kind of maid forgets that you prefer it prepared soft and without any Super Spicy Devil’s Sauce? I had him remake the whole thing for ya.”

“Welcome home, Master! I’ve finished all my errands for today! So...can I...spend the rest of the day serving you personally?”

“Hey! Master! Lucifer is busy helping Asmo with the laundry, how about we sneak away? You deserve to have a little bit of fun, eh?”

“Master? Oi, Master?...I can’t sleep...can I get something for you? Anything?...No, I didn’t say nothin’, go back to bed.”

Despite the fact that he’s been working non-stop for a change, he’s not that different from the normal Mammon except...maybe not as tsundere. And you’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy the beam of joy in his face when he got to welcome you home. He’d make sure if you had another tasteless healthy dinner that there would be a steaming cup of ramen on your nightstand. He’d always keep a little gift in the confines of his apron pockets to give to you anytime he saw you. He’d no longer try to hide his affection, only now he’d excuse it away under the maid excuse. You’d miss it.

You’d especially miss the thrill of having him squirrel you away, the shared giggles between the two of you as Lucifer and his other brothers would run all throughout the house, all in a tizzy, looking for where you’d run off to. Mammon and you both were aware they’d find you in time, so you’d never take the moments for granted.

With one of those moments, he helped you up to the roof through the window. Absolutely dangerous? Probably, but he never once let you go. As he grasped your hand, helping you get steady footing amongst the shingles, the voice of frantic maids calling your title could be heard below. You lifted your head to look in Mammon’s eyes before the two of you started laughing.

“How long ya wanna bet?” The glint in his eyes shone brightly against the Devildom moon, the cheeky tug of his lips manifesting into a smirk.

“This time around?” A breathy scoff escaped your lungs, interrupted by the booming voice of Lucifer calling out Mammon’s name. You didn’t have long. “Ten minutes, tops.”

“Ten?” His eyebrows raised, and he gave a little tisk. “I say seven. If I win, I get to keep this little trinket in my pocket.” He pat his hand over the proclaimed pocket, your curiosity sparking. “If you win, I give it to you.” You both heard a door slam open, and so Mammon quickly grasped the sides of your shoulders to pull you both away from the edge. But it had been too late. Lucifer was on the roof before you two before you could even blink, dragging you both inside the house from the back of your collars.

You had figured Mammon won, since technically it was closest to his guess, however, later that night you found a strange little gift beside your bed. He’d won yet still given you his prize...

Levi

Secretly excited. A little embarrassed, but pleased about the fact that he basically gets to cosplay? Without anyone making fun of him? It’s a little dream of his, and he holds maids in high regard so he gets a short confidence boost. In fact, for the first time in a while, his brothers look to him for advice. He knows all about maids after all, so he knows how to act, what to do, and what to say. No longer is anyone teasing him for being knowledgeable about this topic. As a maid, his Moe points went up by 35, his Dandere points went up by 10, but your overall love for him goes up drastically.

You know he has to wear the most kawaii maid uniform you’ve ever seen. It goes mid-thigh, the skirt poofy from multiple ruffled layers. There’s an orange bow across the chest, some lining the skirt, and one large one in the back. It’s very Lolita, little lacy details scattered everywhere, even his headband. The only thing keeping his legs from being bare are the thigh-high stockings pulled over his feet. He was very embarrassed at first. He stayed in his room for who knows how long until he was sure everyone else was dressed up too. They tried teasing him, but the stars in your eyes and the exclamation of how cute he looked forced everyone else’s mouth shut. Now his siblings are the envious ones.

Levi doesn’t really have one main chore, but his focus naturally centered around anything water related. Watering the several plants in the house, washing dishes, scrubbing tubs, mopping the floors etc. He takes on more than anyone expected him to, but he doesn’t mind having a longer list. Not only is it simply a maid’s duty which he’s proud to uphold, but he sees them as objectives. Plus he doesn’t mind keeping busy, he’d go crazy without something to do.

Surprisingly enough, Levi is almost neck and neck with Lucifer as best Maid. He gets things done quickly and efficiently. Levi’s determination has helped the House of Lamentation stay squeaky clean, and his shy stuttery nature somehow enhances this role of his. If it’s his unhinged personality or simply an act, you’ll never know. He can hardly look you in the eye, keeping his head bowed, and whether it goes against Lucifer’s wishes or not, he’s all too ready to help get you whatever you desire, as a good maid should.

“W-welcome home, Master. No, please don’t step there! The...the floor is still wet, please forgive me. H-here, let me help guide you to the stairs.”

“Let--let me pull your chair out for you, Master. There we go...is that good? Did--did I do okay?”

“I can’t believe Lucifer denied you what you wished for?! That’s not what a maid is supposed to do! They’re supposed to do everything! They should do what their master asks with a grin and a bow! I can be ten times the maid he is!...So...tell me what it is you want, Master, and I--I will do everything I can to fulfill it for you…”

“I-I know I’m not as good as the other maids, but please, Master, let me do something for you!”

Nothing makes him happier than seeing the smile on your face when he does something right. Only, he makes you a little worried. He’s been pushing himself really hard for this. Suddenly changing his lifestyle all at once must be difficult for him. How has he not gone crazy without playing any of his games?

So you indulge him when you have the chance, ordering him to play a game with you or recommend a new show. Then the excited Levi comes back into view, some of the stress melting away as he describes the shows he knows you will love the best. You do like Maid Levi, but you miss his little rants about broken plot, his cries over character death. The otaku that you’d come to know he had hidden himself away these last few days. You’d be happy for him when it was all over.

Until then, you’d let him take care of you. Even if you didn’t need or want anything, you’d go send him off to do something, watching him swell with happiness. Whenever he’d return, you’d make him bow, taking the time to rub his head and assure him he was doing a swell job.

“Why don’t you get some rest, Levi? You’ve done a lot for me today.”

“I can’t!--I mean, I’m alright, Master. It’s my duty to always be attentive!” He attempted a little curtsey, but you could notice his legs slightly tremble.

“Levi…” Once again, you brushed your hand over the top of his head, a finger curling around one of his strands. “You’ve done the most out of everyone here, and even Lucifer is exhausted. I order you to get some rest.”

“But--”

“You would deny a direct order from your Master?” You raised an eyebrow, but kept the soft smile against your lips. He stiffened, but then slowly shook his head. “Good. While you’re at it, I order you to eat a good meal, take a shower, and get at least 8 hours of sleep, understood?”

All he could do was stammer, shifting the weight of his body from one foot to the other. How long had it been since he’d taken decent care of himself? Much too long, probably. You’d felt strange at first dishing out orders left and right, but you didn’t hesitate with these, holding your ground until Levi lowered his head and obeyed.

At least you still had a few more days left with this power. Maybe you’d make him say something nice about himself tomorrow.

Satan

His annoyance was outweighed by the intriguing curiosity. He’d read about maids in some of his history books, but never had the opportunity to see one much less become one. So, he decided to give it a shot as a learning experience. After all, it was only for a few days, and unlike some of his brothers, he could handle nearly anything for a few days. Besides, he saw this as another opportunity to annoy Lucifer at any turn as well as one-up him by being the better servant.

He wears a cat maid outfit, he really didn’t see another option. The fake cat ears atop his head match his hair color perfectly, as well as the fake tail tied around his waist, sticking out of the skirt. There’s a small kitty shaped hole in the middle of his chest and a green paw print pattern in the corner of his apron. A shiny golden bell attached to a green ribbon adorns his neck. He wasn’t embarrassed putting it on, but once he saw the look on your face when you first caught the sight of him, for once he nearly hid away. He could hardly breathe once you started playing with the bell strapped to his throat.

His main chore is cooking. He knows his way around the kitchen well enough and always knows the proper cookbook if he needs to look up something new. Plus, he always tries to go the extra mile, adding little designs to the food he makes for you. Of course, they’re all cat themed. Not only does he find this a great creative outlet, but he relishes the look of excitement on your face when he lifts the lid to the tray. He loves it even more when you upset Lucifer by setting aside your work for him.

His rather bold and assertive nature slowly melted away with time as a maid. Shy Satan is a rare character indeed, and it has you wondering if this is some sort of act he’s putting on for your amusement. He has been secretly taking lessons from Levi after all. Wherever this new side of him came from, you did your best to enjoy it while you could.

“Here is your lunch, Master...I...do you really want me to say it?...Ahem, I--I’m sure you’ll find it cooked to purr-fection…”

“You called for me, Master? Really? You--I--fine...Nya~...can...I go back to work now?”

“I’m not one to question you, Master, but...Is petting my head while I read to you truly necessary?...Alright then...Just don’t tell anyone else about it, please.”

“Master, do you know anything about the strange red light that’s been distracting me from my duties? You know nothing, huh? Hmm…”

“Meow-ster, Paw-lease, I beg of you, no more cat puns.”

Out of everyone so far, you’ll be the most upset when Satan goes back to his normal lifestyle. He would always be off, doing whatever he wanted, requesting your presence at the strangest and almost most inconvenient of times. As a maid, you always knew where he was, and now he would receive affection on your terms, not his. Although, you can tell it’s driving him a little stir crazy, his head snapping to around with the slightest of noises.

So, you thought leaving him to his own devices for a day and not teasing him would be good for him. So, that day, when he brought you breakfast, you thanked him and nodded, beaming at the whiskers on your pancakes, but then sent him away. He curiously tilted his head, but left you in peace. Lunch came, and you did the same, but this time he frowned. You even went as far as to tell him not to worry about dinner, thinking he needed more of a break, but that’s when he spoke his feelings.

“Have I upset you in some way today, Master?” He turned his head slightly away from you, but kept your gaze.

“Of course not, I just thought you deserved a break from my joking today. I’m sure it’s not fun, being stuck inside most of the day, having me as your master.” You gave him a grin of assurance, but he only seemed more upset.

“Do you think I would put as much effort into my service as I do if I didn’t think you were a worthy Master?” He took a small step towards you. “I’m here because I want to be here, so don’t push me away.” He brushed his forehead against your shoulder, blushing but smiling brightly as you rubbed the top of his head.

He could stay like this for a while longer, you didn’t mind.

Asmo

Possibly the most excited of the bunch. Typically, he’s never a fan to take care of someone other than himself, but he did count you as an exception. He would look absolutely adorable for the next few days? And so would his brothers?! It had taken centuries of pointless begging to try to get them to dress up, but they never did, but somehow you always managed what he could not. He was a little clueless at first on how to take care of someone else, but then he figured he would treat you like he did himself, which resulted in the most caring and loving Asmo you’d seen so far.

Did he already have an outfit in mind? Most definitely. Honestly, he attempted to wear nothing but an apron, but that plan was quickly quashed by his siblings. However, he still found a way to rock the maid outfit in his own way. It was a French style uniform, the top squeezing him like a corset. The skirt was so short, it just reached the top of his thighs. Instead of socks, he opted for fishnet tights and a pair of high heel shoes. How he would get anything done in that, you would never know, but he managed despite all odds.

His main chore consisted of mostly laundry. Washing all the sheets, clothes, and curtains in the house, which would take up a surprising amount of his time. He’d make your bed and fold your clothes, preparing an amazing outfit for you to wear the next day. Other than that, he always made sure you and everything else around him looked amazing.

Not much changed at first, he seemed like normal Asmo, complimenting his looks, standing in strange poses as he went about his daily chores. Then, slowly, he talked about you more, paying more and more attention to you till the unthinkable happened, he neglected himself to make sure you were taken care of.

“Oh, Master! Look at what I’m doing! Wouldn’t you say I’m absolutely ravishing as a maid?”

“Master! I picked out an adorable outfit for you to wear tomorrow, it’ll almost be like we’re matching!”

“Master, please, I know Lucifer said this needs to be done, but look at your eyes. Come with me, we must treat you at once.”

“I’m not sure, Master, I think in this case, Lucifer is right. A healthy Master is a beautiful Master! Although, I think you’re breathtaking already. I couldn’t serve just anyone you know!”

“Shut up, Mammon, I don’t care what my hair looks like right now! Where did the Master run off to?! It’s been hours since they drank any water! Their lack of self care is going to be the death of me…”

Asmo ends up being another one for team health. He does your skin care in the morning and at night before you go to bed. Somehow, he always knows when you run out of water, right by your side to refill your cup/bottle before going back to his chores. Asmo makes a great maid, and you’d be lying if you said you wouldn’t be sad to see him go back to normal.

Somehow, he had the magical potential to make coming out of your comfort zone as comfortable as could be. Would he still do the same when this was over? Well, you guessed you had to enjoy it in the moment while it lasted, while he could put you on a pedestal without shoving other people beneath it.

“Which one for tomorrow, Master?” He held up two articles of clothing, both of which were way different than you would normally think to wear.

You frowned, rubbing the fabric of one of the options between your fingers. “For me? I don’t think either of those...work with me. Is there something else?”

“Not work with you? Oh but, Master, anything can work for you. For example, This one,” He took the top and held it against your chest as he gestured to the mirror, “makes your eyes look amazing. And this one makes anyone look amazing, trust me.”

You took a deep breath in, after all, you’d only really be wearing it at home. “Okay, um...this one. Let’s be bold.” He squealed, setting the right outfit aside for the next day, mumbling something to himself about the most beautiful master in the Devildom...whatever that meant.

He always found a way to make you shine, and being a maid didn’t change that.

Beel

He was rather indifferent to the predicament. Everyone was fine? No injuries or foreboding death? He could still eat? No problem there then. It would disrupt his workout schedule more than he preferred, but he found creative ways to use his chores like an at-home gym session. Plus, any excuse to get to hang around you more or do something for you is something he can get behind. Unlike his other brothers, he’s not seeing this as a competition. He’s going to do what he can to the best and fullest of his abilities, just like he always does. For this reason, he’s always been a sort of foundation to depend on, and you’re glad his new position won’t change anything with him.

His uniform...was an issue at first. Either his sleeves and shoulders would rip or the buttons would pop off the chest, so it took a while until something could be form fitting but remain intact. It had gotten to the point where they opted out of sleeves altogether, they were just such a hassle. But other than that, Beel is surprisingly comfortable in a skirt. There’s no issues with the fabric needing to stretch and bend around his thighs. He could do squats for days without any tears! He does find it hard not to eat the red bows and ribbons on his outfit...they just look like pasta in the right lighting.

Like Levi, he has a lot of scattered cleaning to keep him busy. He mows the lawn, wipes down every window, and handles the vacuuming. It's a sight to behold watching him work. At one point, he got so focused, he picked up an entire couch with just one arm as he cleaned underneath. Do you slyly hide things under couches now to have him get it? That’s a secret only you know the answer to.

He’s very good with his tasks, but he struggles with, as Levi calls it, “Moe”. He does his best, and while he might not get the highest points in this category, just him trying is absolutely enough. He desperately wants to succeed, even if being cute is entirely new to him.

“Here, Master, I found this flower while I was working in the garden...do you want it?”

“Master, I...Satan has banned me from the kitchen...do you have any snacks left? I promise I’ll make up for it.”

“Master, please! Do not come in here while I am cleaning! What if something hurts you? Here, let me escort you to safety.”

“No….I won’t accept your dinner...you--you have to eat, Master. I know it’s not your favorite, but it’s good for you.”

“Hey! Where are you trying to go while no one’s looking? It’s not safe going alone, so I will come with you. Wherever you go, Master, I will be there with you…”

He and Lucifer make a great overprotective gang. Beel hardly ever goes against his older brother’s wishes, and in this case, he agrees that your health and safety come above all else. And only now is he worried about every little corner of the house. Boxes? Dangerous. Hot food? Dangerous. How could he live with himself if you burnt your mouth? But not to worry, he is there to make sure you are completely safe.

On one hand, you thoroughly appreciate his consideration, but on the other, you almost miss independence. Although, everything Beel does is with a little smile and those puppy-dog eyes you never have the strength to shoo away.

And actually, his concern did come in handy on a few occasions. There was the time where the cleaning chemicals ended up being dangerous for humans, the time a stack of boxes nearly fell on top of you, but the one you remember most, the time the lawn mower snagged on a pebble and shot it out. With incredible speed, he had tackled you to the ground. You were about to question him until the sound of breaking glass could be heard behind you.

“That was far too close,” Beel sighed, still covering you with his body.

His weight of pure muscle started to weigh heavy on your lungs. “B-Beel…” He quickly got up, helping you to your feet. He straightened the new wrinkles in your clothes, frowning as he cupped your face, squishing your cheeks as he checked you over for wounds. “Beel..I’m okay.”

He let you go as you grabbed his wrists, his brows furrowed deep in worry. “See, Master, I told you it’s dangerous. We should go right to your room.”

“You also said the same thing about my soup, Beel…but...thank you...you always know right when to get me out of trouble.”

With that, he widely beamed. “Of course, Master. That’s my main goal. I will do anything to make sure you are safe...”

Of course, none of that changes whether Beel is a maid or not. Protection is what he does best, that and eating. Although, as a maid, you never have to worry about him stealing your food...so you at least for a bit longer, your snacks are safe.

Belphie

He wasn’t the biggest of fans about the notion of being a maid. It just...sounded like so much work. Endless amounts of chores and menial labor? No thank you. Other than picking up after himself and the occasional chore rotation, cleaning for him was saved for mostly punishments passed out by Lucifer. So, being a maid sounded like torture. However, three things finally convinced him to come around to the idea. One, he always enjoyed ruffling Lucifer’s feathers whenever he could, and this had a lot of potential. Two, Beel was going along with it, and usually he followed his twin wherever he went. And three, you told him it was fine that he didn’t want to do it, which suddenly persuaded him to go along. He never said that he didn’t want to, but now that you mentioned it, he was going to do the opposite.

His uniform is extra poofy and soft. The sleeves are round, the skirt almost sticks out more than Levi’s, and his legs are covered in fleece-lined leggings. His apron and headband are covered in a cow print pattern, and a purple choker necklace decorates his neck. You attempted to coax his tail free to tie a small cowbell around the end of it, but he didn’t entertain the idea. Too noisy.

He’s mostly assigned to dust and straighten cushions and pillows. However, the idea was a bit flawed seeing as how he’d usually end up falling asleep on aforementioned pillows, only to have to have them be messed up right after he fixed them. Although, to be perfectly honest, he’d end up falling asleep no matter what chore he’d been assigned. Just seeing him work though is a feat in itself.

Belphie as a maid hardly changes a thing personality wise, he still tries to pry you away from your responsibilities, tempting you to join him in his slothful ways. So, alongside Mammon and Levi, he focuses on making you happy first and foremost, only, he hopes your wishes coincide along his own.

“Hey, Master, you look tired, how about you come take a nap? I did just fluff up your pillows for you, don’t they look cozy?”

“What does it matter what Lucifer suggested? You’re the Master, do whatever you want. He won’t be able to stop you.”

“I...zzz...no don’t eat that...Beel...Huh!? No I wasn’t sleeping, Master, I was just testing this cushion’s comfort levels. It passes.”

“Okay, I usually say it as a joke, but you’ve been up way too late, Master. Here, it’s a nice cup of hot chocolate I made for you, it should make you sleepy. Once you’re done, we’re going straight to sleep. Yes, I said we.”

He might not have changed all too much, but he does seem a bit happier, not as nonchalant about everything, plus he does get an absolute kick out of seeing Lucifer work alongside his siblings like everyone else. Although, the nighttime is when he thrives. While everyone else is asleep, he makes nightly rounds, ensuring everyone gets good rest, even Lucifer as much as Belphie acts like he can’t stand him.

During the night, if you can’t sleep or end up waking during odd hours, he enjoys being the only maid around. He can have you to himself, and it’s hard to deny a Master who looks as cute as you do when you’re sleepy.

“Another restless night?” He snuck into your room without a sound. He always seemed to know when you were awake.

“Yeah...just my brain won’t shut up I guess.” You groaned, your body trying to remind you that you were exhausted, your muscles aching as you moved.

“That won’t do at all. As much as I would enjoy you being up with me, my Master needs good rest.” He shook his head, and held out a single finger as he told you to wait before speeding away. When he returned, he threw a few more pillows onto your bed and unfurled a different blanket. Albeit a little forcefully, he shoved you back down onto the bed, pulling the new blanket over your shoulders. It surrounded you with fuzzy warmth, your eyes already heavy. The pillows smelled like sugar and lavender. “A little bit of help from Asmo and a nice dryer.” He settled down on his knees near your bedside, telling you stories about the stars until you fell into a restful sleep.

He might not be the best at his tasks, but he always served you in his own little ways.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me imagines #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me belphie

790 notes · View notes

writingwithcolor · 4 years ago

Note

One of my main characters of my NaNo project is a Korean-Japanese girl who has been in the modeling industry ever since she was a child. A large part of what informs her character is her coming to terms with her being nonbinary and how that conflicts with the beauty standards she feels bound to. While I am also nonbinary, I want to make sure that her relationship with those beauty standards doesn't just seem like I'm attacking a whole culture.

Nonbinary Korean Japanese model and beauty standards

Assuming you’re not Japanese-Korean: Feels like it should be an Ownvoices thing to me. If the plot/character arc weren’t so tied to her cultural relationship with gender & beauty, and it’s just her kicking ass in the modeling world, then I’d say yes, write that nonbinary Korean-Japanese character! Awesome rep! However, because you make the cultural conflict the focus of her character arc, I feel as though this is a topic that needs to be explored by nonbinary East Asian authors, not you.

No one except a nonbinary East Asian person experiences the nuanced unpacking of their country’s gender norms with their identity; no one except a Korean-Japanese person knows what the specific intersections of Korean and Japanese culture (which both deal with gender differently!) are like. Check out the Can I Write About X tag and read WWC: Why Insiders Can Write Their Experience on why insiders can—and are best equipped to—write their own story.

If you’re willing to pull away from the conflict narrative and make the story a bit more positive rep, Marika has some advice for research/realism.

~Mod Rina

I don’t necessarily know if I would put this in the OwnStories category, but it just sounds like a bummer story. The modeling world is very well known for fatphobia exploitation, fetishization, colorism and racism. I remember reading memoirs like “Everything About Me is Fake, and I’m Perfect” and “The Beauty and the Biz” and thinking “Wow, sounds like a crappy job.” Your character would have to be able to compartmentalize very well to deal with constantly being scrutinized and having little control over their appearance. There’s enough articles out there on the abuses of the model/ idol industries in Korea and Japan (And how both feed into each other), so there’s no shortage of material for you to read.

With regards to your character’s Japanese side, I think the bigger problem will be figuring out how to cope with the strict gender binary that covers so much of Japanese life:

How to speak

Physical appearance

Hair length

Uniforms

The color of clothes

How one is supposed to carry themselves

Both because Japan doesn’t have many legal protections for LGBTQIA+ individuals and because resisting social norms is frowned upon, I suspect your character would find the virtual world of social media to be an easier space to inhabit as they explore aspects of their identity that can be more easily discussed anonymously. I don’t think it’s easier to be trans than nb in Japan, but I think people “get it” more if a person visibly presents as or transitions to the most gendered version of their identity, while nb (aka “X-gender”) people are often asked “But you’re really [insert gender], right?”

The irony is androgyny is highly idealized in Japanese culture and the Japanese beauty industry. Our current beauty standards center more around certain body types and facial features rather than whether the person looks male or female. However, what we might put on a billboard and what is expected from a person from Japanese society are very different things.

- Marika.

#daphneblakess #beauty standards #Japanese #Korean #Korean Japanese #nonbinary #ownvoices #can i write about x #lgbtqia #culture #asks

224 notes · View notes

justasking · 3 years ago

Text

5 Song Associations

Judy Garland by Frog- It's hard for me to put into words why this reminds me of Question exactly. It's a song sort of lamenting in part general issues with modern America, a general feeling of listlessness, and of course Judy Garland. Something about it just reminds me of Question connecting a bunch of dots and doing his lil self reflection biz.

Marsha, Thankk You for the Dialectics, but I Need You to Leave by Will Wood- This whole song feels like a particularly deranged diatribe Vic could go on.

Touch-Tone Telephone by Lemon Demon- I mean. This one is kind of self explanatory.

Controller by Oingo Boingo- Question off his meds type song.

Deep Cover by Sun Araw- I know most of you will know this song from Hotline Miami but this is the song I usually put on for writing Question. It has a sort of ethereal neon-noir vibe that I think suits his character as a sort of trippy detective pretty well. Just sort of makes me imagine him prowling a foggy alley on a rainy day in some sort of crime-ridden cyberpunk metropolis.

Tagged by: @something-in-the-wayne, my Wicked Wife.

Tagging: Anyone who wants to do this!

#OOC #I DID IT I FINISHED THEM ALL #THE WHOLE SET

2 notes · View notes

thewheezingwyvern · 5 years ago

Text

ProHero!Shinsou x Female!Reader

Summary: You had been dating Shinsou for a while now but his hero work constantly kept the two of you apart. For the first time in weeks you two get to have your date night and Shinsou is feeling more than a bit mischievous.

Rating: E (smut ahoy!)

Word Count: 6.3k

Kinks: Edging, Quirk Play, Teasing, Cunnilingus, Exhibitionism, Masturbation, Public fingering, Voice Kink, Dirty Talk

Notes: Banner edited by me! Image used from Unsplashed by this photographer. I hope you guys enjoy this! I worked really hard on it! >////<

Tagging: @joyousandverywarlike for beta reading this fic! You gave me a lot of help! This was based off a request that was sent by @arrestingaphine that got way ahead of me! @animewh0re, @tomurasprincess, @secondhand-trash, @redbeanteax

𝕊𝕚𝕝𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕃𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤

The sun was crested on the distant horizon when the knock came at your door, bleeding over colors of red and orange, dissolving to a hazy pink as it sprawled out over the city. You had been eager for this night, practically oscillating with anticipation in your skin as your work week dragged on. A little too enthusiastically, you jerked your door open, feeling a bit breathless before you even saw him. But when your eyes fell on him, you felt your breath hitch in your chest.

Shinsou was already an attractive man; his work as a Pro hero into his early twenties had left him heavily defined. Power had always radiated from his form and muscles whenever you saw him. But today, his physique was even more heavily emphasized, a white button down clinging to him, accentuating his shoulders. The sleeves had been rolled up to just below the elbow, showcasing his forearms for you to drink in. His right hand held a jacket slung over his shoulder casually, dusting across his back and the hem of his dark jeans. Jeans that also showed his well-formed thighs.

You eyed Shinsou appreciatively, slowly licking your lips at the thought of sinking your teeth into that later. Or the thought of him sinking his teeth into you. Indigo eyes swept over your own form, following the way the fabric of your dress clung to your curves. A quiet smile quirked at the corner of his mouth and you preened. You had spent a while trying to make sure you looked drop dead gorgeous for your date night. The first one in a long while.

“You look nice,” he told you, husky voice sending shivers down your spine.

Anytime he even spoke you could feel yourself grow weak. It didn’t seem to be a big stretch of the imagination to think that he could simply read a dictionary to you and your knees would still buckle. You couldn’t wait for that same voice to whisper dirty things to you later, a raspy growl vibrating against the shell of your ear. Lightly you shook your head as the fantasy tried to take root in your mind. You had the real thing in front of you, needed to enjoy it.

“I know,” you informed him with a grin, “I brought out the nice dress for you.”

“I can see.” Shinsou leveled a playful smirk at you. “Come here.”

He didn’t wait for you to move, instead he darted out a hand to yank you to him. It was swift and left your world spinning but his muscled arm clamped you against him, heat radiating through his shirt. You could feel the tantalizing tone that lay beneath his shirt, tempting you to touch, explore with your hands and mouth. But you never got the chance. Dipping his lavender head, the pro hero pressed a hot and needy kiss to your full mouth, a soft groan thrumming in the back of his throat.

“I’ve wanted to do that all fucking week,” he whispered to you when he pulled away.

The sound of his voice, his natural rasp mixed with simmering lust sent a bolt of heat lancing through you. Gooseflesh raised in its wake, pebbling your skin beneath his hand smoothing over your right shoulder. It was almost embarrassing how wet you already were from hearing him talk but damn did he have a sexy voice. Indigo eyes noted the goosebumps rising rapidly on your skin before leveling you with a smirk. Chuckling, he pressed his mouth to your ear.

“Do you like it when I whisper into your ear?”

Oh god. He was trying to ruin you and the two of you hadn’t even made it to dinner yet! Shivers raced down your spine, quaking through your bones and nerves in desire. Your face heated, as if a furnace had been lit behind it. Fuck, if he kept talking like that, you weren’t going to want to go to dinner! You gave him a playful shove, which did nothing to dislodge his hold on your waist.

“I like it when you feed me,” you told him with a laugh. “Come on, Shinsou, your girl is hungry!”

“It was a yes or no question,” he told you, squeezing you tightly against him. “Do you like it when I whisper into your ear?”

The last sentence was punctuated with a low rumble, a growl even, along with the cool nick of his teeth on the shell of your ear. The sensation earned him a low and quiet moan, your lips quivering softly with your own need. And that sound caused him to laugh, low and sensual into your ear. It was a filthy chuckle laced with promise, a promise sealed by his head dipping to press a hot, open mouthed kiss to your neck.

“Answer me, kitten.”

That pet name brought a whimper bubbling over to your lips. Fuck, it wasn’t fair when he talked like that. And it definitely wasn’t fair when he used that nickname. Or wore that stupid white button down shirt that emphasized every powerful muscle, etched into him. You swallowed thickly.

“Yes…” was your breathy reply, your skin still pebbled with gooseflesh.

To your disappointment, he pulled away. There was a gaping emptiness left on your waist where he had held you, his warm heat gone. But Shinsou took the time to level a wicked smirk at you, reveling in your dazed expression, desire pooling in your belly. He traced a knuckle along your jaw sensuously for a moment before taking your hand.

“Good. Are you ready to go?”

You nodded enthusiastically, ready for a hot meal and a night out with your boyfriend. The boyfriend that you barely got to spend any time with the past few weeks. Honestly there were days where it just felt like villains had a queue of people ready to appear and stir up trouble. And because of that, it was impossible to describe just how much you were aching for his touch. Any drop of intimacy you were starved for both sexually and romantically. Tonight was the first time in weeks you two had any time together.

The drive was around twenty minutes, reasonable for the city, but it only served to wind your anticipation and sexual frustration even tighter within you. Shinsou couldn’t whisper in that criminally seductive voice while he was driving, but his hand could trace maddening shapes along your leg. He seemed to be pleased by the hem of your dress riding up to reveal the smooth, freshly shaved skin for him, teasing his fingers dangerously close to your inner thigh. Shinsou chuckled when you squirmed, swatting his hand away with a whine.

“You’re impossible!”

“I figured you’d like it.”

You cast him a playful glare. The tone he spoke with said he knew exactly what he was doing and knew exactly what it would do to you. And there was not even a drop of remorse to be found for it. Despite him tormenting you, you couldn’t help but smile, gripping his hand in yours to lift it to your mouth and press a kiss on his knuckles.

“You know I missed you, Shinsou.”

His smirk softened into a smile, “I missed you too, kitten.”

“Think things will lighten up with the hero biz?”

“I hope so. We’ve all been run ragged lately. It’d be nice if it slowed down for just a bit.”

A wide smirk played across your lips, “just be careful and don’t throw out your hip again.”

“I got thrown from a building—”

“Yeah and then threw out your hip.”

“You’re never gonna let that go, are you?”

“Probably not. But I can pretend to think about it for you.”

Indigo eyes swiveled to the side to look at you before a smirk of his own appeared. You didn’t like the look of that smirk. Shinsou gave a low hum of thought, fingers back to tracing swirls on your skin. Tantalizing, teasing, it sent a fluttering up your nerves, your heart nearly skittering in your chest. Shaky breaths shuddered in your chest, his fingers drifting closer and closer to the cleft of your thighs. When the car rolled to a stop at a light, his hand jerked up, fingers rubbing your aching slit through your underwear. The sensation earned a startled squeak, then a low and filthy moan.

“That’s generous of you,” he noted slyly, mouth still curled into a wicked smirk. Shinsou leaned over, voice dropping to a sensuous timbre near your ear, “generous enough that I might just fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

Clever fingers pressed firmly against your clit, pulling a whimper past your lips. Your hips bucked on their own to gain more friction, but the Pro hero quickly pulled away and resumed driving. The loss of his touch made you whine, aching and needy, thighs quivering at the memory of his fingers. A pout twisted on your lips, your eyes trailing over to his hands which were traitorously on the wheel and not between your legs. The desire you felt for him was astronomical, the two of you had been unable to see each other in weeks because of his hero work. You needed relief.

Casting a glance at him to make sure his attention was on the road, you slipped your hand between your thighs, slowly working your sex. The sensation was decadent, though you knew it would only be a matter of time before Shinsou noticed. The intense pleasure humming through your nerves left your breathing haggard despite your best efforts to keep it measured and controlled. It did not take long for you to hear a chuckle from your boyfriend.

“What are you doing over there?”

“Ah! Um noth—”

Your head was abruptly filled with fuzz, a pleasant calmness settling over you. It was like you were floating, drifting along within your own skin, your thoughts becoming malleable to suggestion. Shinsou’s rumbling laugh sent delicious tingles sliding inside of your skull, ready to receive your order from him. Rough knuckles stroked the line of your jaw and even through your daze, it felt nice to have his touch on your skin.

“Are you touching yourself without my permission?”

“Yes,” was your dazed response.

He clicked his tongue at you. “What a bad girl you are. Since you want to be impatient….Edge yourself for the rest of the drive. Don’t you dare cum unless I tell you.”

Your fingers worked your sex with renewed vigor, stroking along your aching slit. As your right hand busied itself between your legs, your left hand slid slowly, sensually up your front to squeeze your breasts through your dress. The sensation sent a sigh slipping past your lips, shuddering out into the air. Hooded eyes roved over to Shinsou, tracing the curve of his smirk that quirked mouth as he drove along.

“Moan for me. I want to hear you pleasure yourself.”

That command sank deeply into you and chased away your silence. Soon lewd moans and whimpers were escaping from your parted mouth, lips quivering as you traced little tortuous circles around your clit. Heat flushed along your skin, blooming deep in your belly as you continued on, knowing that Shinsou was listening to your solo performance. Eager, probing fingers pilfered beneath the hem of your panties, running along your slick sex.

The feeling of your own fingers against your bare pussy rocketed a bolt of heat through you, a desperate little cry tumbling out of you when you sheathed two fingers inside of your core. Hips twitching, you settled into a slow rhythm to chase your pleasure. Pebbled nipples pressed against your bra, aching to be touched, so you pinched one through the fabric of your outfit. It was maddening how much you needed him. But you continued to pump your fingers inside of yourself as you were commanded, obscene groans filling the car.

Your climax was rapidly approaching, hips bucking wildly as you desperately tried to chase it down. The icy air of the car blasted against your feverish skin, sweat dotting your forehead as you continued to thrust, writhing in ecstasy in your seat. Whimpers were your uttered prayer, your enthralled begging, desperate for a release, your body tightening in preparation for your fall over the edge of your orgasm.

And then your hands withdrew promptly, halting your progress right on the precipice of your relief. You whined loudly, twitching your hips against the air, straining to get more pleasure. The car coasted to stop at another light, Shinsou turned and gripped your right wrist, bringing your hand to his mouth. Eyes wide, you watched enthralled, his mouth closing around your two wet fingers. His tongue was wet and warm and so delightful as he licked you clean of your desire. The taste of you had him groaning, a hoarse rumbling in his throat as he lapped you up.

“Aw, did you want some relief, kitten?”

His voice cut through your haze, a bolt of desire going straight to your core. You uttered a weak cry, bucking your hips up into the air to be met with nothing. The sight of your twisting and writhing had him chuckle, releasing your wrist to trace his fingers along the lines of your fevered body. The feeling reduced you to needy whimpers, your body arching into his touch.

“Yes!” you groaned out, full lower lip caught between your teeth, “Oh please!”

“That’s too bad. You were a bad girl. You’ll have to wait to cum until I’m ready to let you. Now, keep edging yourself. Feel free to beg if you get the urge.”

His hand left you to return to the wheel, the car accelerating when the light changed. Your body was still too wound up so you roamed your hands over your body, following the curve of your hips, gliding up to knead your breasts. Tipping your head back, a warm palm slid up along your throat, fingers tracing the shape of your full and panting mouth. It was divine, an act of slow worship, but was not enough. This was but a mouthful of bread to a sumptuous feast. If Shinsou was having you work yourself like this, you knew he had plans to ruin you later.

“Oh—Oh Shinsou, please! Please I need to cum~”

“Fuck,” he growled out, “you are so sexy like that. Sitting over there aching for me. I bet you want my fingers inside of you don’t you?”

The Quirk induced haze compelled you to answer, “Yes. God I need you, Shinsou! Please touch me!”

“I don’t think so. You need to be ready for me. Keep going, kitten. Purr for me.”

A shaky gasp graced your lips when you plunged your fingers back into your tight core. Fuck, it all felt so good. The heat boiling within you simmered your desire to the surface, fingers exploring your wet sex as you nudged yourself closer to your release. The release you knew would have snatched away again. But the daze you were left in had you pushing forward, moaning and whining as you bucked and thrusted, tightening that coil of desire in your abdomen. It swelled and grew until once again you were right there on the edge of your release and then your hands pulled away.

“I—ah—Please,” was your breathy whimper, “please I need to cum.”

“You will,” he told you, parking in the parking lot of the restaurant. “Later.”

You whined, twisting again in the car seat. Rotating smoothly in his own seat, Shinsou leaned over to nip at your ear, a large hand squeezing your breast. His kisses were slow and tantalizing, hot tongue sweeping out to taste your skin. The idea of his mouth on other places made your pussy clench tightly in anticipation.

“Now be a good girl. I’m going to release you from my Quirk and you’re going to listen to me. Do you understand?”

You nodded, feeling his influence immediately fall away from your mind. The pro hero tipped your head back in his direction, sealing a rough kiss to your mouth, hot and brimming with his own ache for you. It was deep and nearly bruising but he pulled back quickly, careful to not lose himself too soon. Indigo eyes hovered inches away from you, boring into you with a brilliant intensity.

“I can’t wait to throw you down on the bed and take you. But first I’m going to taste that pretty pussy of yours. I bet you’re dripping right now, aren’t you?” he whispered.

Hoarse and husky, his voice was absolutely divine. His rasped promise made a shiver roll down your spine, chills racing along your skin to reveal gooseflesh. Your breath hitched in your throat, pink tongue darting out to wet your lips. Helplessly, you nodded, summoning another smirk to his face. Careful, calloused fingers traced the outline of your mouth slowly before he leaned back in his seat.

“Let’s go get our dinner.”

You soon found yourself inside the restaurant, tucked away in a corner booth, crowded up against Shinsou. Even through his clothes you could feel his hard muscles, carefully crafted lines from his physical work and training. The feel of him against you quickly invaded your thoughts, drifting to how wonderful it was going to feel when he pinned you down on the bed and pounded into you. Having been away from him for weeks, you were positively famished for his attention and touch.

“Now, sit real still for me,” he rumbled into your ear, a hand diving between your legs. “Shit. You’re soaked, kitten.”

The public location left you biting your lip, desperately trying to keep your voice trapped in your throat. But the shameful moan was bubbling, fighting to get free. Peppering quick kisses on your jaw, he easily slipped two fingers inside of you. Your breath came out in a shuddering gasp, pussy clenching around his fingers. He chuckled in your ear.

“Dirty girl. Did you like it when I used my Quirk on you? Had you work yourself into a frenzy only to pull back just before you could cum?”

“Hi—Hitoshi…”

He thrust his fingers into you, your eyes rolling in intense pleasure. No one around seemed to notice what the two of you were doing and whenever a waitress walked by your table, the risk of being caught made you clench around his fingers. It had never occurred to you before that Shinsou would try this with you but the idea of him teasing you, tormenting you in public with people walking by set a fire in you. And the thought of a powerful hero like him, working you, trying to make you a mess in his hands only pushed your arousal higher.

“What would they think if they caught you like this? It’s pretty shameless isn’t it? Just look at you, you’re getting all aroused with my fingers inside of you. Someone could see you like this at any minute…”

“Oh~”

The moan that escaped you was tiny. A fluttering thing that nearly vanished into the air but Shinsou heard it.

“Heh. You’re really into this aren’t you? I bet you’d cum right here at the table if I’d let you.” He crooked his fingers inside of you, pulling in a ‘come here’ motion. “Fuck you’re clenching so tight around me. I’m going to fucking ruin you when we get home.”

“I—ah— You’re so mean Hi—ah!”

“I’m sorry, what was that? I couldn’t hear you through those filthy moans of yours.”

God having him whisper and groan into your ear was leaving you hanging by a thread. Minute quakes racked your body, feeling his fingers continue to curl inside of you beneath your dress. You were about three naughty whispers away from demanding he fuck you right on the table. How was he able to rile you up so easily?

Eager to touch and explore, you snaked your own hand out to grip him through his pants. The motion made him hiss in pleasure, his cock rock hard through his pants. You already could imagine the tip leaking salty pre, throbbing in his underwear. God, you wanted that inside of you. Just when you were about to stroke him, Shinsou gripped your wrist, pulling your hand away from his firm length.

“Did I tell you that you could touch my cock?” he growled out, his fingers growing still inside of you. “I don’t think I did, kitten.”

“Hitoshi, just fuck me already!” you whimpered.

“Listen to you, ready for me to take you right here in a restaurant. You really are shameless, aren’t you?” Blunted teeth nipped along the column of your throat. “But you’ll just have to wait. You’ll get my cock later, now behave. Our food will be here soon.”

A plaintive whine slipped from you when he pulled his fingers out of you, leaving you empty and aching. Indigo eyes burning with amorous intensity, he gripped your jaw in his hand, ensuring that you were looking right at him. The smirk he gave you was devilish and wicked, two drenched fingers lifting up to show you just how wet you are. Shinsou slipped those two fingers into his mouth, noisily cleaning off your essence before laughing softly.

“Just a little appetizer for me. I’ll have the real thing later.”

You were embarrassingly wet, pussy clenching tightly at the gravel in his voice. That uttered promise had you squirming against him as he held you against his side. The thought of his face between your legs, lapping at you, suckling on your clit until you were thrashing was intoxicating. You could already imagine his hands holding your hips down, strong fingers gripping your flesh tightly as he tasted you like a man starved.

“This is payback for all of the nudes I sent you while you were on patrol, isn’t it?” you grumbled, your face flooded with heat.

A single finger traced slow circles on your shoulder. “That might have something to do with it. But you also make it really fun to torment you.” Shinsou shot you a sidelong smirk. “It’s really hot to watch you get so turned on you can barely control yourself.”

Even though you weren’t admitting it, you also found it incredibly arousing when he tormented you to the point you nearly felt shameless. You had asked him to fuck you right at the table, for fucks sake! But you hadn’t been touched by anything but your own toys and fingers in weeks! To say that you were parched would be an understatement.

“You’re terrible!” was your weak protest, shoving his solid shoulder.

“Oh? Maybe I should show the waitress that sexy picture you sent me this past Tuesday? The one where you were in that lingerie and collar? Legs spread to show just how wet you were at the thought of me?” The smug smirk only grew when you whimpered. “I could show her what a little slut you were.”

“Don’t you dare!”

Shinsou chuckled, “Don’t worry, kitten. No one else is allowed to see you like that. You’re just for me.”

By the time the meal arrived, you were so hot and bothered that you could barely taste your food. You wanted to throw everything in a to-go box, drag him out by his shirt, and demand he fuck you before you even left the parking lot. But oh no, Shinsou insisted that you stay for the entire meal and he even ordered dessert. A small cup of oreo mousse just so he could lap it up suggestively at you.

“You are completely evil,” you folded your arms over your chest, icy air blasting through the vents of his car onto your bare legs. “Evil.”

“Am I? You’re the one who started this. Sending me all of those dirty photos when you knew I was on patrol.” Warm knuckles trailed along your jawline to slip down to your neck. “Or how about those texts? Where you were telling me how you wanted to suck my cock so bad? I think it’s only fair that you get what you gave me, don’t you?”

“Ok, but I didn’t do that in front of a waitress!”

“No, but one of those pictures came in right when I was with Eraserhead and he nearly saw it.”

You ducked your head in embarrassment. “Oh... Sorry.”

“It’s too late for ‘sorry’ now, kitten. You wanted my attention and now you’ve got it. So that means you’re going to have to face the consequences.”

The idea of the ‘consequences’ gave you delicious shivers. Shinsou could be damn intelligent and devious when he wanted to, so your anticipation was brimming. You licked your lips slowly, ready to kiss him until you couldn’t breathe or he couldn’t breathe. And his right hand tracing teasing shapes on your thigh definitely wasn’t helping.

“You never did answer my question,” that husky voice finally stated, shattering the brief silence that had settled over the two of you.

“Oh?”

“Did you like it when I used my Quirk on you?”

A surprised sputter escaped you. “I—uh, what?”

“You heard me. Did you like it?”

Burning with embarrassment, you looked down at your lap and uttered in a quiet voice, “Yes…”

The smug satisfaction that rolled off of him was intense, smirk still twisting at the edges of his mouth. Shinsou was disarmingly attractive when he held such a cocky look, it made it impossible to resist him. And considering the hot slick that had gathered between your thighs, dampening your underwear, there wasn’t going to be any effort to even try on your part. Hunger glinting in your eyes, you pulled your lower lip between your teeth.

“Want me to do it again?”

You swallowed thickly, voice catching in your throat, “Fuck… uh, yeah. Yeah I do.”

“What was that?”

His attempt at lulling you into the embrace of his Quirk was ham-handed but also appreciated. It was not the first time that it was used in your foreplay and you had given him permission to use it, provided he didn’t cross your hard limits. A smile curled at the corners of your mouth at his caution. Shinsou couldn’t see the playful expression on your face because he was driving but if he could, he would see you staring him down with all the confidence in the world.

“Yea-”

That pleasant fog settled over you again, a warm embrace that cradled you closely to your arousal. All thoughts had stilled and you were open, ready for your boyfriend’s command. A pleasant chuckle filled your ears, only driving your arousal higher. It was like you were wrapped in nothing but his voice, thrumming, caressing your ears, eager for him to tell you what he wanted.

“Touch yourself. But don’t cum. Only I get to make you do that tonight.”

Instantly your hands pulled up the hem of your dress, slipping up your thighs to dive into your underwear. When you drew slow circles around your aching clit, you gave a piteous moan, shuddering with intense need. After all of the foreplay, you were feeling dreadfully sensitive. And swathed as you were in Shinsou’s quirk, it was a sensation that swallowed you. The whimpers and whines that rose from your parted mouth were downright musical to the pro hero. Helpless to the pleasure, you bucked your hips against your own hand, aching for more friction.

“Fuck, you’re so hot moaning like that,” he growled. “Tell me what you want, kitten.”

“You!” was your immediate answer, fingers sinking deep into your slick core. “I need you to fuck me. I wanna cum screaming your name! Hitoshi, please!”

The sound of you begging made him want to pull over and fuck you right on the hood of his car, not at all caring who saw. Heart hammering in his intense arousal, the pro sucked in a sharp breath as he reigned himself in. It was another five agonizing minutes before his car rumbled to a stop and he killed the engine with a turn of his wrist. There was a hum and suddenly your mind was clear again but with your desire so potently overpowering you could feel yourself shaking minutely. Your thighs were smeared with your hot slick, ready to be fucked into oblivion.

“Get inside. Now.”

You did not need to be told twice. On wobbly legs, you stumbled up the stairs, fingers fumbling with your keys until you both staggered into your apartment. The motion to kick off your shoes was clumsy and haphazard and Shinsou barely took the time himself to do the same thing. He was upon you nearly instantly, strong hands shoving you up against the wall with a loud thump. A thick and well muscled thigh slotted between your legs, fingers tightening in your hair to tilt your head back for him.

The kiss he gave you was searing, wild and filled with hunger. Cool teeth nipped at your lower lip, tongue plunging forward to plunder your hot and eager mouth. With his free left hand, Shinsou started hiking the fabric up to gather around your waist, revealing your lower half to him. A calloused finger traced along the waistband of your thong, before diving down the front. The tide of his kisses was enough to smother your moan when his fingers discovered your aching clit, pinching roughly.

You clawed at his shoulders, shuddering and crying out against his bruising kisses. Feeling impatient to have his bare skin against yours, you shoved him back and pushed at his jacket. Shinsou chuckled, voice hoarse with desire and shrugged out of his jacket. Unceremoniously he let it drop to the floor, dark fabric pooling into a puddle, forgotten. When he pressed a hungry kiss to your mouth again, your fingers drifted up to slowly work through the buttons of his shirt. A pleased groan emerged from him when you parted the shirt, hands glazing over his torso.

Open mouthed kisses trailed down to your neck, Shinsou eagerly biting and sucking at the column of your throat as you guided the shirt off of his shoulders. You basked in the heat of him, raking your nails across his back when his fingers slipped back down to toy with your clit, a fire burning beneath your skin. The bolt of pleasure shot straight to your core, hips bucking blindly to gain more friction. You yanked your own dress up and over your head before tossing it off to the side, uncaring where it landed.

Shudders wracked you as you arched your back to take off your bra, fumbling clumsily with the clasp. But it was worth the effort for as soon as you freed your breasts, Shinsou dipped his head to latch a mouth around a nipple. Pleasure boiled white hot in you, desperate pleas tumbling from your mouth as his tongue flicked across the pebbling bud. You were so stimulated and needy that you felt light headed.

“Hitoshi, pleaaaaase,” was your plaintive whine, “I need to cum!”

“Fuck!”

Rough hands yanked down your thong, his powerful form dropping to his knees before you. He guided you to lift a trembling thigh onto his shoulder before casting you a lewd smirk. Then he leaned forward, closing his mouth around your throbbing clit. The raw wave of pleasure wiped your mind of all coherent thought, only able to feel him suckling on your needy pearl. Lolling your head back, you felt it thud against the wall behind you, grinding against his face to push yourself closer to the release you needed so badly.

“Ah—Ah! ‘Toshi! God, fuck! Please! Please! I need to cum, I need to—!”

At your frantic begging, blunted teeth raked over your sensitive bud, fingers slipping up to tease your entrance. The evening had left you wound tightly in your core, ready to teeter over the edge with just the right push. The feeling of his teeth raking across your clit was just the one you needed. White spots danced in front of your eyes, bucking helplessly through your orgasm. A loud cry was pried from your throat, shaking as Shinsou lapped up your weeping slit.

Bonelessly, you slumped against the wall, feeling his shoulder flex beneath your thigh. You had expected for your boyfriend to get up and carry you to the bed or table or couch or anywhere with a reasonable surface that you could lay on so he could pound into you. But no. Instead he renewed his licks, noisily slurping up your essence. Thick fingers spread you wide, allowing him to push his tongue into you.

“I—ah—Hi-Hitoshi!”

You felt weak, arousal quickly and easily building again within your belly even as your leg strained to hold you up. God, you wanted to just crumple to the ground, a mess of limbs and arousal, and let him pound into you but all you could do was thrash your head beneath his assault. Shaking fingers threaded through his hair, gripping and tugging as he devoured you. But as he continued, lapping, sucking, and probing, your grip tightened. You felt so sensitive you almost wanted him to stop! At a particularly lewd moan, Shinsou growled against your pussy, hands squeezing your hips to keep you still.

“Just fuck me already!” you moaned, writhing in his grip.

Normally, he would take that opportunity to taunt you. Maybe tell you to ask nicely and he might oblige. But based on the outline of his clearly erect cock in his pants and the nearly feral growls coming from him, he was far too gone to play any kind of games. Lifting his lavender head, he licked away the film of juices coating his lips, blazing eyes boring into yours. Though no words came from him, the look reflected at you in those deep indigo pools spoke enough; you would not be making it to the bedroom.

With startling swiftness, Shinsou stripped himself bare, cock swollen and flushed, twitching in anticipation of entering you. Hard, cut muscles moulded against your own figure, heat simmering brilliantly against him. He guided one of your thighs over his hip, gripping it there as he sheathed himself in your wet heat. The pleasured hiss that slipped between his gritted teeth was enough to make you mewl with need. His girth stretched you to a pleasant fullness, reaching deep inside you where your fingers could not.

The pace he began was a brutal and rough one, hips jerking forward to rut inside of you. A warm, calloused hand lightly settled over your throat, keeping you pressed tightly to the wall as he fucked you. Shinsou became your rock against the rushing tide of your rapidly approaching orgasm, winding your arms around his neck so you could cling to him. His cock dragging along your walls was pure decadence, despite his desperate rhythm pounding into you.

Growling, he dipped his head to press a bruising kiss to your open mouth, tongue eagerly exploring you. The hand that had been at your throat slid away, gliding down to palm at your breasts, savoring the feel of your skin beneath his touch. Sweat dotted both of your brows from your exertions, tendrils of passion blazing within you. With how the two of you had been teasing and taunting throughout your date, it did not take long to push him near the edge of his own release.

“Come on, kitten,” he growled out, “purr for me. Let me hear you scream.”

His hips stuttered against yours, dexterous fingers stealing away to draw tight circles on your clit. You groaned his name over and over, a shaky prayer to keep you anchored against the tidal wave of release that you knew was coming. Shinsou cursed roughly, dropping his mouth to the side of your neck to bite down, sending you careening over the edge of your climax once more. You threw your head back and let out a pleasured howl, one that would surely make the neighbors complain. The sight of you coming undone and whimpering pathetically was enough to send him over with a strangled groan.

He pulled out of you, ropes of sticky white splashing onto your abdomen, his fist working his shaft to ride out the rest of his release. Shinsou slumped against you, panting into your neck, sweat lining his body. You were equally out of breath but incredibly satisfied, the afterglow washing over you with a pleasant hum. Idly you found yourself threading your fingers through Shinsou’s hair, relishing in the feel of their silky texture as you both came down from your fevered pace.

“I missed you, have I said that to you yet?” he rumbled into your neck.

“You’ve mentioned it but I don’t mind hearing it again.”

He chuckled before easily cradling you to him. “Alright then, how about one more? I really missed you.”

You gave a happy hum and pressed yourself against him, nuzzling deeper into his embrace, “Tell the heroes if they keep hogging you to themselves, I’m going to stage a kidnapping mission to get you away from them.”

“Devious. What if I turn the tables on you?”

“Well I win either way.” You pressed a tender kiss to his hair. “Can we shower now? And then cuddle after? Oh and watch a movie?”

Shinsou returned the gesture, kissing your hairline softly. “Whatever you want, kitten.”

As he guided you both to the bathroom to wash off, you felt incredibly content. Life for you two was never going to be normal, but for the time being you were satisfied. It wasn’t perfect and you knew it was never going to be the white picket fence dream that others wanted. But this was enough for you. Even if it was just moments between the storms.

#BNHA #BNHA smut #Shinsou x Reader #Pro Hero Shinsou #Shinsou Hitoshi #Scheduled post #my writing

482 notes · View notes