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wintersera · 6 months ago

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beneath the facade || g!p giselle x f!reader

notes: WE ARE SO BACK !! aeri is just kinda obsessed with reader- she just doesn’t know how to process her emotions like that okay, be patient with her. based off this little drabble i did a while back

cw: possessive aeri, g!p aeri, crazy ass bullying, a lot of physical violence and threatening, blackmail, dubcon? humiliation, exhibitionism, voyeurism, a lil choking, degradation, words like “mutt/pup”, perv!aespa at the end

wc: 4k

giselle

academically gifted, rich as fuck, athletically talented- hell, even scarily strong and not to mention she was gorgeous. people wished to be with her or to be her. though, she has some setbacks. or well, quite a lot of them.

the bully, the devil in disguise, that bitch in class 301. all describing a certain specific woman, uchinaga aeri.

you, y/n l/n, were her primary target. not the opposite of her in every thing she excels at, but definitely on the opposite of the school's fear and popularity spectrum. she was on one end, you were on the other.

first year in and you ended up being the victim of bullying, executed by the one and only. you were just a mere transfer student, lucky enough to be accepted into a prestigious school because of a scholarship you worked your ass off for, but people didn’t appreciate the hard work of a civilised citizen, they only focused on how much your income was and if your parents owned multiple businesses and all that shitty snobby stuff rich people tend to flaunt around.

most students around found the presence of an unsightly commoner grotesque. hell, you looked the part, your shoes apparently weren’t high quality enough for their liking, and let’s not talk about the worn out backpack you wore to school 24/7…

to aeri, it was like comedy gold. you stood out like a sore thumb in the sea of the wealthy. she had never seen someone look so out of place and it brought her to tears, and not because she felt pity, but she thought it was too entertaining to watch your ass haul your way through the corridors.

it started at lunchtime on the first day you transferred. everyone had their own friend group, big or small, they at least had some friends to occupy them. you on the other hand had no one. not a friendly eye in sight. this in fact was a huge gamble, but it couldn’t hurt to make some acquaintances, so you spun your chair around to meet eye to eye with… her.

“hi, you’re uchinaga aeri right? i’m y/n do you-“

she scoffed, abruptly cutting you off, laughed at your expression as it contorted in confusion, grabbed her flask filled to the brim with water and poured all of the content onto your head. the ice cold water soaked your clothing, sort of exposed your bra a little.

“you’re funny. do you know who i am?” the corners of her mouth tugging up as she watches you shake due to the fact you were literally soaked with ice cold water, and because of the fear “watch who you talk to, mutt” abruptly rising from her seat to kick your chair causing you to slam hard into the cold floor. and now everyone's eyes were on you, murmuring amongst themselves, snickering, some even commenting about how pathetic you looked quivering on the floor. until aeri gave a glare that paralysed you and the others, a little reminder to everyone that this could happen to them.

oh, the teachers? helpless. with the amount of money she had she could bribe her way out of any situation, pull herself out of suspension, honestly she could buy whole school and it wouldn’t make a dent in her bank.

you went home that day feeling… strange. a large bruise on your arm hurt a lot obviously, yet you were reminiscing about what had happened a few hours ago, a shiver ran up your spine. not for the sane reasons though.

from then on, the scale got worse and worse, from making you her personal lackey, to threatening to blackmail you, physically assaulting you the next week and on the occasion dragging you somewhere to suck her off.

years of being tormented by mainly her and her clique, coined as ‘aespa’ — you thought it was rather funny how they named themselves rather than being named by students — eventually numbed the physical pain she’d inflicted. mentally and emotionally on the other hand it still sort of stung. she practically owned you whether or not you liked it and to make matters worse everyone knew you as, not your name, but as aeri’s servant, bitch, slave, pet, other derogatory names that come to mind, but she mostly called you mutt.

fast forward to now. you were currently in the last year of school. the typical school day for you consisted of class, aeri forcefully gripping your shoulder which usually meant that she wanted you to buy something for her, break, aeri and her clique finding a variety of ways to humiliate you- todays was quite mundane, a few clothes of yours missing after PE class… wonder who took them. the rest of the days were then filled with more classes and some peaceful studying in the library until aeri had showed up.

“y/n…” as soft as her voice was, her tone was terrifying.

“i’m talking to you, look at me.” this was the damn library, she couldn’t take YOUR safe space away from you “oh so now you’re being difficult” you chose to ignore her, per usual. you continued to jot down notes from the book you were studying, staring at it while she carried on talking.

in an instant her hand clasped your jaw, jerking your head to the side.

“ow- ow… okay what, what is it?” hissing at the pain.

“look at this” her phone screen shoved, almost, into your face, the bright screen showing a random ass screenshot from one student to another. the conversation from this random guy in class and this girl in the library who occasionally helped you. “who in this school would want to be with you?” ouch, that stung a little. she’s said some worse things, but that definitely hit close to home “i thought people would have some standards” she chuckled “that girl is ugly as fuck too. actually now that i think about it, you two suit each other perfectly.. oh and that perm, jesus christ, i might go and shave it off for her, what do you think mutt?” truth be told, you didn’t know her well enough for those screenshots to go around. who would make a stupid edit for the least popular person in school and the girl who’s constantly in the library.

yes, she was pretty. yes, she was smart. no you weren’t close. was aeri jealous? perhaps.

anyways, aeri’s mind wouldn’t be swayed so easily right? i mean, clearly it was a fake image— you could tell by the fuckass editing.

“her? i like her… she’s been nice to me” although it was a library, the following silence was eerily strange coming from her loud ass. aeri’s the fussy type, she’d usually make a big commotion about anything really, especially if it was something to do with you and being a normal functioning person.

“…..” um? what’s with this deafening silence.

“come with me” her unnaturally unphased expression paired with the grip she had on your wrist made your stomach twist in anticipation. luckily it was after school hours. almost all of the students were gone around this time, some staying to catch up with homework, or doing club activities.

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today the basketball members weren’t in, perfect for aeri… and her little clique. the three of them were already waiting diligently in the basketball teams’ changing room. ‘oh, its the usual’ you thought. one of them would push you over, kick you until you were bruised up and down and then snap, a pic of you would be taken. the pain was always unbearable but you always sucked it up, holding in your screams just so that they would end it quicker since you weren’t squealing and crying, which they loved to hear you do.

you guess today’s different. they were all sitting down on the bench, tapping away at their phones without realising that you were in the room. until aeri coughed, bringing their eyes towards her and not you. “you know what to do” her voice commanded you maliciously.

“alright…” who were you to deny her anyway, it was either that or a foot to the head. then your mother would get worried again, call the school and get humiliated by them once more, which you hated.

a deep breath, you tugged at your oversized sweater, looked at aeri- smiling and nodding. “fuck…”, you took it off swiftly, unbuttoning your top while you heard multiple camera shutters go off. the skirt was next to go; the sounds carried on.

there you stood, shamefully in the middle of the changing room “you know what would be funny y/n, sending these scandalous pics to that girl you like. she would love that… what do you girls think? do you think she would find our little mutt attractive?”

minjeong looked up from her camera, sucking a strawberry flavoured lollipop “can we do something else aeri? this is getting boring… tell me why we’re still keeping her around”

“shut the fuck up minjeong”

“jesus christ, alright…”

“yizhuo? jimin? your thoughts?”

yizhuo just nodded, a quick sadistic smile indicating that she thought the same way as aeri, even giggling at the thought. jimin couldn't care less, you guess it was from the lack of violence and the fact that your face was devoid of emotion, but she thought it would be best to keep aeri entertained..

“do whatever you want aeri. like minjeong said though, our toy is nothing but boring. can we do something exciting, something like… i don’t know, making her react in some sort of way? *any way??*”

“okay wait, that gave me an idea…”

nothing could’ve prepared you for what was going to happen next. aeri grabbed a handful of your hair, tugged you towards her, scalp burning from the pain.

“start recording. now” both of her hands now gripping your shoulder on each side, pushing you down to your knees. you winced at the pain shooting from your lower body and upwards. knees scrapping the hard floor as she manoeuvred you to her liking. legs buckling and trembling as you struggle to keep balance.

this caught the attention of the three girls, all eyes were on you. frightening, they had never been so disgustingly invested in you before. you found yourself in a situation that was way more nerve wracking than being seen naked by only aeri. you were vulnerable in front of her close friends, the very friends that haven’t seen you butt ass naked before. trapped in your own little mind, you didn’t render that her thick cock was pressed against your cheek. throbbing.

“suck it”

your eyes shot up to her, pleading with your eyes.

in front THEM? what the fuck.

“suck it whore” it’s important to note that aeri has severe anger issues, and clearly she can’t wait either. a spoilt rich kid like her always got her way as fast as it was humanly possible. quick to anger, she waisted no time in pleasuring herself. taking her hand to lower your jaw, forcing her length all the way down “mhm… use your tongue like you always do” her hands pushing your head closer to her, slowly making sure you feel every inch of her cock slide into your mouth until it hit the back of your throat “yeah… fuck- you’re so good when you’re not looking at me like you despise me” your eyes welled up and you couldn’t breathe, it didn’t help that her you were choking around her dick “c’mon… use your mouth, mutt” her patience running low, clicking her fingers at you to start moving, but you simply don’t “you- don’t start acting like you’re some innocent girl now, i know what you are. fucking disgusting pervert, i know you like being used like this, i know you’re soaked from the fact that you got yourself into this predicament” slapping your face with the palm of her hand “you keep acting like a bitch and i’ll—“

sparing yourself from a lengthy rant about how you’re a bitch and she could definitely find someone better, you start sucking on her cock obediently, your ‘innocent’ eyes looking up at her while you bob your head, exaggerating the sucking noise just to make her head spin. she hissed.

on the other hand, the girls watched in awe. all of them turned on by watching you take aeri. your face grew hot, but them watching didn’t distract you much. actually it encouraged you to go faster on her, quickening your pace as you let her grab a handful of your hair, urging you to take her even deeper than before. her head lolled back, eyes squeezing shut as she focuses on your tongue swirling around her length.

“my god… you’re so good pup, but let me… let me use you” again, she forces her cock in with a quick thrust ,which made you gag in return. she hummed, relentlessly using your mouth as if it was her own fuck toy.

you couldn’t even lie to yourself, you loved the way aeri treated you when she behaved all cocky and spoiled. as degrading as it was, the way she always manhandled you in the most disrespectful ways made you unbelievably horny, and this was just taking it to another level.

the other girls’ eyes kept on you and not their leader, watching how you took aeri’s huge cock down your throat, the way your bra strap was falling, the way your hair was all messed up and the way tears rolled down your cheeks making your face glisten with both tears and sweat. they kept recording, violating your privacy as their cameras zoomed in on your mouth being fucked mercilessly.

yizhuo couldn’t take it anymore, she wanted to join in on the fun. snaking a hand around your shoulder, feeling the heat radiating off your bare skin on the palm of her hand only to receive a painful slap that stung seconds after “what the fuck, am i not allowed to?” it was clear that aeri didn’t want to share you. she sucked air through her teeth, rubbing her hand while giving a dirty look at aeri.

“don’t touch what’s mine” you felt pride swell up, your plan sort of worked. getting her jealous was one of the best ideas you came up with… maybe you could test that out a little more.

aeri kept on going, speeding up thrusts as her high came closer “gonna- gonna cum…” her moans becoming higher, breath quickening, the grip on your head becoming painfully pleasurable, you could tell she was close by the way her eyes rolled to the back of her head “so good- you’re so fucking good puppy…” a few seconds pass and she lets out a long and satisfying groan followed by her taking her cock out of your mouth, spilling her cum all over your face. it took a few seconds of pure silence before her cock sprang up, harder than ever.

“fuck….” you turned to your side, wiping your cum soaked face to see all of the girls staring at you attentively, especially ning. her eyes were locked on your body, scanning your every curve, blushing ever so gently. you took this as an opportunity to test aeri’s jealousy. obviously it was a bad idea. if it worked then your little silly plan to test if she would act possessive, or not, would work. after all you knew that aeri had taken a liking to you back then. did it justify all the bullying? no, not in particular, but you could say you were a tad bit perverse for enjoying every single moment of it. though, you wouldn’t say that out loud. but if she wasn’t a possessive freak, then well ning could join in… and you didn’t mind that, you found her rather cute as well.

“ning~” you beckoned her with a sultry voice, half lidded eyes staring right back at her bringing her forward.

“m..me?” pointing at herself in disbelief “uh… i don’t think i should-“ through the corner of her eye she could see aeri’s gaze, watching her carefully to see if she would make any advances. you stared ning down, purposefully letting your bra strap slip from your shoulders.

this time aeri’s gaze fell on you. she stayed uncharacteristically silent, the sound of laboured breathing told you that your plan came to fruition. calming herself down she balled up her fists, gritting her teeth all while watching you seduce one of her close friends.

face hot with anger, aeri once again grabbed your wrists, only this time was her grip tighter than before “you’d slut yourself out to anyone wouldn’t you?” her voice low and still, whispering in your ear. seconds later you find yourself being pulled up from the ground, and then a few more seconds go by again and you were stripped from all your clothes, leaving you bare. as she stepped back to admire your body “show them how much of a nasty slut you are for me” she sat down and pulled you into her lap, spreading your legs wide enough for the three girls to see how wet you were for her. you whined at the feeling of her slim fingers playing around your clit. her ever so light touch drove you insane, so different from the times she would rub your clit fast and rough.

“wait.. wait… too slow” much to your shock, she was also thrown off guard. that cute and whiny begging made her want to… take care of you? kind of? she was conflicted all the while horny as hell.

rough or slow? rough... or slow... slow….

slow it was.

her fingers reached your mouth. knowing what she was like, you opened your mouth, wetting her fingers so that she could toy with your sensitive clit. god, she knew your body so well. how easy it was to make you crumble in her hands, how simple it was to make you obey her words whether or not it was a simple task or threat, how sensitive you could be when she did this one thing or another thing “this wet for me already puppy? i guess i don’t need to prep you or anything, huh? so wet and i only touched you lightly” you felt that all the way down to your core, the butterflies you felt in your stomach made you needier.

“please…” you could only muster up so much strength to plead.

“please what puppy? i won’t know until you tell me”

the drastic change between calling you a mutt to calling you a puppy caught the attention to the girls, they thought it was kind of cute, seeing a different kind of aeri was rare. they’d bring it up later to tease her relentlessly in the future, but for now it’s best to leave it alone since they didn’t want to get berated after.

“too weak to say it aren’t you… fine, i know what you want anyways” since you were already sitting on her lap, aeri had no difficulty adjusting herself.

her cock stretched you out and the position made it so that the very tip reached into places you would've never imagined. she was so hard, thick as hell and god was she big. christ, your past self never would have imagined how that could’ve gone inside “oh.. my god- you’re tighter than usual. does being fucked in front of people turn you on this much y/n? you’re making it so easy for me to.. mmhf- slide in and out” her arms were wrapped around your waist pulling you up and down instead of the usual “move yourself” or “beg for it”

in a way the change of how she used you was quite endearing, which was surprising although she was still technically using you as her toy, but less… cold heartedly? you guess. she’d never be the type to kiss your neck as she was balls deep into your pussy, but here she was doing the exact same thing. nuzzling into the crook of your neck giving the occasion bite or suck, tickling your brain and making your thighs shut.

both of you kind of forgot that there were three other girls in the room. too focused on each other to realise that they were still gawking… and they were also quiet as hell, they didn’t want to ‘disturb the peace’ so they opted into hearing the vulgar wet squelches as they tried so hard not to unzip their pants and join in on the fun.

“how… a-are you… still so tight? fuucck- your pussy feels amazing puppy” her thrusts deepen more than you thought it would, hitting spots you’d never knew felt this damn good. you couldn’t help but let out a shameless moan as she kept on fucking you rougher, but uncharacteristically slow.

“mm.. ngh- aeriii” you called out to her as you steadied yourself with your hand gripping her thigh. going slow wasn’t aeri’s forté. she usually was the type to go in fast and keep going faster until it would make you shout streams of curses and broken up versions of her name. you urged her to go quicker, moving your hips to get her attention but it seems like she was stuck in her own little world of pleasure “a-ah.. faster pleaseee-”

“pathetic and whiny.. lemme do what i want to do” under that dom girl facade, you knew all she wanted to do was cum inside, murmuring your name under her breath — which she was never aware of — but she held out.

what made her change her ways of dealing with you today was something you wouldn’t understand anyways.

“never mind, i’ll make sure not to break you this time” she bit down on your shoulder, close enough to draw out blood and rammed cock so hard and sudden that it squeezed out a yelp out of your lungs. you cried, begged her to slow the fuck down, but she wanted nothing more than to treat you like she had before, being a softie wasn’t her.

she was going too rough, too fast, but it felt too good not to tell her to stop. her breath quickening, her arms hugging your waist tightening, the frantic kissing along your neck covering it almost entirely with hickeys “fuckfuckfuck… i’m gonna cum so much- inside you.. mmhhm” with the last thrust she came, cum leaking down to the bench and a little getting on the floor. she knew you hadn’t cum yet. as much of an asshole she can be, she usually would make you cum if you didn’t before. her tired fingers reaching down to your clit, rubbing it in circles while she still rocks her hips — overstimulating herself while helping you reach your climax.

your eyes began to roll as she rubs faster, back arching as you feel the knot in your stomach form “aeri- oh god, aeri— feels too good” with her cock still inside of you, she felt your cunt squeeze down. still sensitive she jolts up, tip hitting the right spot as she does so. the pleasure from that and the pleasure felt from your clit drove you to your orgasm. a high pitched moan could be heard, although muffled, through the empty halls.

baffled, the three girls awkwardly stared at your limp body on top of aeri’s. it seems like you both had passed out after you’d both came.

“…jimin what do we do?” minjeong said as the panic set in “what if a teacher is coming to check up on us”

“i’ll wake aeri up-“

yizhuo interjects “no, bitch that’s a horrible idea. she’s gonna wake up grumpy as hell and them she’d start being all yap yap yap, you know”

“so you’d leave her to be found by either a teacher or the janitor? either way she’d get mad”

“well i’m sure as hell not waking her up, bye guys” minjeong leaving with a cheeky grin “ah plus-“ re-opening the door “i’ve got great pics of y/n, i’m gonna go home and beat it to her”

“can you send them?”

“jimin what the hell… send some to me as well minjeong”

a/n: FUCK i feel like i’ve lost the ability to write smut ya’ll �� this is the best i could do in a long time

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jadewritesficshere · 1 year ago

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Presenting

Alpha!Steve Harrington x reader

Synopsis: You present for first time as an omega

A/N: hello all! So I know there are many different types of A/B/O fics out there. Some people say ruts/heats happen once a year, once a month, twice a year, etc. There is some discussion on the exact private parts omegas vs alphas have.

Well, what I envision may be similar or completely different. This is my take. This is my fic. I have a whole lil world for this, and have a few mini blurbs/oneshots planned. This is the first, which I've struggled to have the courage to post since March. Also: reader and Steve are over 21 in this.

Enjoy.

Contents: mostly a bit of backstory on a/b/o dynamics, fluff, first presentation. Gender of Reader is not specified but Steve does call them Honey.

Steve opened the door to the house, grumbling as he juggled the groceries in his arms. He should have taken more then one trip, but with the light rain falling, he didn't want to stay out in the cold more then he had to. The door swung open into the unlit hallway. Steve wasn't surprised. Eddie was at work, and Robin had plans with Vickie. The only person he was unsure of was you, but you had been working nights and it wasn't unusual for you to be asleep at noon. What was unusual was the smell that hit Steve's nose. His nose twitched and he frowned as he tried to identify it, before shrugging it off and heading to the kitchen to put groceries away.

Steve grimaced as he looked in the fridge and saw the plastic container holding Eddie's lunch from last week. The lime green jello Robin had made wiggled as Steve reached past and grabbed the container. Without a second glance, Steve tossed it in the trash can and continued to empty the fridge of old food and replace it with the groceries he had bought. Steve hummed to himself as he thought about what he could make for supper.

A noise from the other room made Steve pause. It had sounded like one of the closet doors had come off their track again. You must have woken up and were getting changed. Steve's heart thumped a little extra at the thought of you, causing Steve to curse himself. He had tried to hide his feelings for you, not wanting to make the living situation awkward if you didn't reciprocate. Eddie gave him shit about how strong his scent was when you came near. Of course it wasn't intentional, biology and all that, but Steve couldn't be mad when it had deterred other Alphas from you. Steve just didn't want you to feel awkward, especially when he glared and growled. He didn't want you to think he was upset because of you. Steve wanted to shower you in love and affection, but you weren't his. You weren't anyone's. You were just you. Amazing, beautiful, talented you.

Robin and you were both Betas. As such, you could smell the scents from Omegas and Alphas, but it was no stronger then if you got close to a flower and sniffed or the spritz of cologne or perfume. Eddie was another alpha, but took suppressants (which he forgot to take half the time, causing his ruts to be a little more unpredictable...). Eddie confided in the group that he was going to stop taking suppressants after this next rut, but he had taken them for so long because he hadn't wanted to seem like an aggressive alpha like his father (who was currently facing life in prison). Steve's parents were both alphas, so it wasn't a surprise Steve was.

Presenting as an alpha or omega was strongly linked to genetics. Regardless of the parent presentation of alpha or omega, if one parent was and the other was a beta there was a possiblity. If both parents had presented, then it was extremely likely for the pup to present as well. There were, of course, cases of the pup not presenting and being a beta, but it was unlikely. Thanks to more modern technology, betas could reproduce with another beta. These pups had low chances of presenting, but was not impossible.

However with presenting were the stereotypes. Steve couldn't care less, agreeing with Robin that a lot of the archetypes were heavily influenced by societal norms of feminine versus masculine, and that there was nothing "wrong" with an alpha that wanted to be a housewife or an omega that wanted to be a CEO. Since the four of you living together, Steve has embraced the more "omega" traits he has, feeling more settled and free than when he had to live up to his parents expectations.

Steve remembers the day he presented, hearing his parent's praise. He then remembers being left to his own devices to try and figure it out by himself. At least they handed him a pamphlet and had stocked the kitchen. Steve learned a lot from that stupid pamphlet. You could present as young as 12 all the way to 25. The first day of your presentation, the genitalia would shape more to your presentation and your scent glands would come in. By the end of the second day, the genitalia would be formed to handle and work with the opposite presentation. By the third day, you would endure a typical rut or heat like you would for the rest of your life. Your first rut or heat would be unable to produce pups. The entire presentation would only last from 3-5 days.

Steve shook his head, wondering why thoughts of that stupid pamphlet had come to mind. Steve stretched as he closed the door to the fridge, the calendar catching his eye. Steve's plain black misspelled scrawl at the end of the month noted his rut would arrive. Robin's green handwriting beneath simply said "sucker" to which Eddie had replied "suck her amiright". Steve shook his head as a grin spread across his lips. Eddie's red haphazard scrawl was written on the next weekend with question marks, indicating his rut if he had taken the suppressants correctly. Your blue "good luck" beneath reminded Steve that Eddie was going to come off the suppressants (did he get a cake for that? Beer?).

Steve left the kitchen making an extra note to grab snacks that had higher nutrients and protein for their upcoming ruts. Steve paused in the hallway as the smell from earlier hit Steve again. It smelled like that honey body wash Robin and you were obsessed with, but also had a hint of something that was more familiar. It grew stronger as Steve walked further down the hall. Steve paused outside your open door and inhaled; the scent being extremely strong here. Steve's eyes widened as he realized that familiar scent was you. He had never smelled you this strongly before, what with Betas not really producing a strong scent.

Steve peered into the room, concerned something was wrong. He was wracking his brain trying to think of what could cause your scent to be this strong. Your walls were filled with Polaroids of your friends, posters of your favorite bands, and some paintings Robin had created. It wasn't as covered as Eddie's, but it showed your personality. The carpet had some clothes haphazardly strewn about, but overall you kept the room clean. Your bed, were Steve had expected to find you after your shift, was empty. Your pillow was gone, which was odd, but maybe it had fallen off from your tossing and turning. Steve blinked a few times before pushing the door open more and leaning in. Your room was definitely empty. Your closet was open, stuffed to the brim with clothes. He could see your desk in the far corner of the room was not being sat at.

Steve frowned to himself and looked at the shut door opposite your room, the bathroom. Oh...You must have gone to the bathroom. Steve went to knock before pausing, he didn't want to interrupt you if you were busy (he knows how much you and Robin hate getting interrupted when in the bathroom, regardless of what you are doing). Steve shrugs and continues leisurely to the next door, his room. He throws open the door without a care-

And nearly keels over. The scent was overpowering here, which confused Steve as he thought it had been you. A whimper from the closet made Steve's head snap in that direction. The closet was closed, but uneven; the door was off the track and barely hanging on. Steve crept to the door and opened it, gasping.

You were curled into the fetal position on his closet floor. On top of his clothes, hangers bare above you. You had pulled his jacket on top of you, and were laying in a pile. Your head laying on your "missing" pillow. The polo he had worn yesterday was clutched in your hands, held close to your face that was scrunched up in discomfort. Steve stood there, jaw wide open, as he tried to understand what his eyes were seeing. He cleared his throat, causing your eyes to snap open. "Stevie?" You whisper, peering up at him with glassy eyes. Steve crouched down to be on your level as you shift to sit up from laying down.

"What's going on?" Steve finally asks, feeling like the biggest idiot. His brain screaming the answer at him, but he couldn't believe it. His brain bringing that pamphlet back to his mind with fanfare. He had to hear you say it he-

"I dont know!" Your voice cracked and your chin wavered, tears filling your eyes. "I dont feel right and i couldnt get comfortable and all I could think of was you and i came in here and it felt right but everything was too much so the closet was perfect and i just i dont-" your rambling continued as you started crying, barely able to speak as sobs overcome you. The scent rolling off you shifted, indicating your distress. Steve's eyes widen and he drew you into his arms," hey, hey. It's okay. It'll be okay." You relax into his arms, nose tucked into the crook of his neck.

Steve feels your body shudder as your cries slow, inhaling slowly at his scent gland. The trill you let out shocking you and confirming Steve's thoughts. Steve hesitantly runs his hand up and down your spine in a comforting motion. "Honey...you're presenting. You're, " Steve clears his throat," you're an Omega." You shake your head "no" against his neck. "You can present until you're 25. Hell, I think the oldest person they know of was 40. It isn't an exact science-" Steve pauses, realizing Robin must be rubbing off on him as he's rambling.

Steve leans his back against the wall and shifts you around so you are between his legs. You are curled into his chest, nose still firmly pressed against his neck. Your tears have gone. Your scent is overpowering to Steve, completely entrancing him. A hint of spice, like nutmeg, mixed with that honey bodywash. Steve finds it ironic that he calls you Honey and here you are smelling so strong of it.

"I'm presenting," you mumble pulling back to look in Steve's eyes. "How will that work?" Steve hesitates, mouth opening slightly, before you cover his mouth with your hand," I don't mean like how omegas work. I get that. I guess...with like you and Eddie." You slowly lower your hand," I don't want to cause an issue."

"You won't." Steve says definitively, "Eddie always says he's married to rock and roll. We've never been the type to fight over territory. This is his house but it's also mine. We're all in a pack and we are all equal." "Even if I'm less tha-" "hey!" Steve's brow furrows and he holds your face in his hands," You are not less than. Anyone who thinks omegas are less than are idiots. You are not less than an alpha, and anyone who believes that bullshit needs some sense knocked into them."

You bite your lip but nod. "It's the first day right?" Steve asks, wondering if it's crossing a line. It is highly personal when an omega goes into heat. You don't seem to care, nodding your agreement. "Well, then today will be the easiest day. We can get a game plan set up tonight when Robin and Eddie come home. Get you some blankets and pillows. Get you snacks."

Steve shifts in his spot and your hands dart out and grab his biceps, "Don't leave!" Steve smiles softly at you," I won't. Not right now. Come here." Steve holds his arms open again for you. You slowly lean in and let him envelope you in his hold. Secure. Warm. Feeling entirely safe in his arms, you drift off to sleep. Steve can feel his heart bursting with love for you. A part of him knows that if you sought him out, you cared somewhat for him. But the other part screamed at him how he couldn't tell you his feelings yet. He didn't want you to feel like he was taking advantage of your new presentation.

So for now, he would be content with just sitting and holding you. Safe. Secure. Warm.

#The first of many lil fics but I wanted a basis of this world so that is why this is so descriptive #The next won't be #And yes there is no smut in this one but there will be in future ones but cmon you just learned life changing news #And your parts are still presenting as I wrote so #Is this the best NO but its a glimpse of what's to come #This has just been sitting here and I've had 0 guts to post so I said screw it I'll post it and then just continue with the universe #A/B/O dynamics #Alpha!Steve Harrington #Alpha!Steve Harrington x reader #Steve Harrington x reader #Steve Harrington x you #Steve Harrington x y/n #Steve Harrington/reader #Steve Harrington/you #Stranger things #Jade is Talking

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mysticstarlightduck · 3 months ago

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OC Fun Facts Tag!

Thanks for tagging me, @thecomfywriter (here)!!!

Let's go with Aelia and Emrin from The Crystal of Ash, and Tarah & Kye from Supernova Initiative for this one!

Aelia 🍂

She is the daughter of a man who once was the most successful thief and the most wanted man on the continent across the sea. Once he amassed wealth to rival that of most, he changed his identity and moved to the main kingdom of the story, where he posed as a powerful merchant and became a very influential man. Thus, Aelia both has thief skills and knows upper-class etiquette - as she was raised in both environments.

She is a wild spirit at heart, spending most of her time sparring in the chateau's courtyard, riding horses, exploring the woods, studying secret magic, and trying to learn more about the other kingdom, where she was born.

She thinks that Declan is endearing, though at first when they met he used to be concerned, a bit creeped out by the fact that she could sneak like a spider anywhere without being noticed.

She has a flying cat (those creatures are called Gryphers in their world), who is just as much a menace to society as her, and who adores stealing tarts from the kitchen because he knows he'll get away with it.

She has shown some talent for magic, though hers is a bit foreign to the local scholars when compared to the usual magic in Callonor.

Emrin 🏹

Emrin is considered an aberration both by the humans of the continent and the Levaethia, the draconic elves from beyond the mountains because she is of half-human, half-Levaethia blood.

She was taken in by a young Levaethian outcast, who had been banished by his tribe for disagreeing with their people's Way - since he believed maintaining peace with those invading their land would only lead to their people's death. He was a leader of a rebel movement, and along with his friends - became like siblings to the young Emrin, who was an outcast too, and taught her to be a ferocious assassin to any humans who invaded their land.

She's a talented archer, who rarely - if ever - misses her mark, and has a strong tie to earth/nature sorcerer, being considered a very powerful and dangerous Caster.

When she was around twelve years old, she saved a dragon pup from a trap. Much like her, dragons were seen as murderous monsters by humans and Levaethians alike, and so, after she saved the young dragonling, they developed a close bond and friendship based on that understanding.

Emrin loves wildberry juice and has quite a sweet tooth.

She blames her human blood for her being considered an outcast, which makes her alliance with the main cast very fickle, born out more of necessity than trust.

Tarah 🪻

She loves making woven bracelets with her best friend, it's their little tradition.

She's the daughter of a genius Junction scientist who had his life's work stolen from him and then found out the corruption the Director was involved in - and made the mistake of threatening to expose it. Which got him killed.

Tarah has anxiety and does not know how to properly interact with people she doesn't know, gravitating between a people-pleasing personality and a skittish one.

She has a love and a talent for learning languages.

She likes to gift people unique gifts on their birthday but often forgets her own. Not because of any self-esteem issue. Just because she is forgetful.

Tarah loves music but hates loud noises.

She has a big dog who follows her everywhere and looks like an alien version of a pitbull.

She is actually pretty good at baking.

Kye 🐍

Kye's "weapon of choice" against his enemies is poison, and he is an expert on lethal chemicals and the deadliest poisons in the galaxy. The reason why he chooses to use poison for his enemies is that poison was the cause of the death of his Dad (something that traumatized Kye deeply) - so it's kind of a way for Kye to make his enemies "suffer like his Dad did."

Kye is incredibly sarcastic and is capable of being a sassy lil' shit when he wants to.

When he was a teenager, Kye met Artemis Zreeth and they temporarily became best friends, but after an unfortunate string of terrible circumstances and misunderstandings, they went their separate ways and became rivals.

Kye hates the smell of roses - especially the artificial ones - and one of his triggers is the sound of platform heels (because his abusive mother, Eldora, used to wear rose perfume and platform heels)

Kye loves animals, especially weird ones, but also puppies and kittens. He really has a soft spot for cuteness.

One of his hobbies is embroidering, and his favorite designs to embroider are flowers

He starts out as incredibly morally grey and ruthless, but through his friendship with the main cast, slowly learns how to be kind and honorable again, while not losing his dangerous side towards his enemies.

Tagging (gently): @sleepy-night-child, @kaylinalexanderbooks, @smol-feralgremlin, @oh-no-another-idea, @littleladymab,

@winterandwords, @eccaiia, @sarahlizziewrites, @illarian-rambling

@agirlandherquill, @anoelleart, @ray-writes-n-shit

@writernopal, @anyablackwood, @unstablewifiaccess, @forthesanityofstorytellers, @finickyfelix

@i-can-even-burn-salad, @cakeinthevoid,

@lassiesandiego, @thepeculiarbird, @clairelsonao3, @memento-morri-writes, @starlit-hopes-and-dreams and OPEN TAG

#wip supernova initiative #wip the crystal of ash #oc fun fact #writers #writers on tumblr #writerblr #writing #my wips #character writing #writeblr #my characters #my writing

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aashwarr · 1 year ago

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15 questions. 🤎

i was tagged by multiple simmers! i’m trying to be more active here, so i wanted to participate! i’m tagging anyone who wants to participate as well!

1. are you named after anyone? ashley banks from fresh prince!

2. when was the last time you cried? like two hours ago when i watched ratatouille LMAO.

3. do you have kids? i have one pup named benji, but no kids. i’m not ready for those lil things anytime soon.

4. do you use sarcasm a lot? all the time, especially with my sister.

5. what sports do you play/have you played? cheer & dance!

6. what's the first thing you notice about other people? their attire and how they present themselves (not me being materialistic lol). i don’t judge someone’s character solely based on this, but it’s def the first thing that catches my eye.

7. eye color? dark brown, almost black.

8. scary movies or happy endings? cliché romcoms all the way!

9. any special talents? i’m a very quick learner!

10. where were you born? i’m from the southern united states.

11. what are your hobbies? self-care, watching romcom movies & anime, playing video games, trying new restaurants & bars, traveling, going on walks.

12. do you have any pets? benji! he’s a 3 year-old miniature schnauzer who doesn’t like men (taught him well LMAO).

13. how tall are you? i’m 5’2.

14. favorite subject in school? art & dance.

15. dream job? i’m currently doing it. :’) a full-time content creator, part-time sims youtuber!

#aashwarr #tagged #this was fun

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mlink64 · 1 month ago

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Some HYBE/BigHit Brainrot

Just some En- x TXT brainrot because I NEED to get it out of my system.

This isn't edited or really 'planned' in any way, literally just abusing my keyboard tbh...

Warnings: None I think? A lil suggestive but imma keep it sfw 🙃

Okay so hear me out...Yeonjun x Sunoo.

Context: this spawned from me just sitting and updating my idol mbti types and whup, look at that, Yeonjun and Sunoo are both ENFP: the Campaigner-type (I think these are the most recent results but Dr.Google can be wrong at times sooooo...).

Now, an old article/qualitative study from 2018 (cut me some slack, finding articles about these more suggestive studies is hard af but I'll put the link in the comments) found that, of all the mbti-types, ENFP are most willing to experiment with the same gender.

Now, I have no clue what their preferences are - nor am I speculating - but in my brain rn 2020 Sunoo is a baby queer who's still confused about his sexual orientation. He just went through I-Land and is all of a sudden living and working with all these men and boy's head is-a-spinning and it got my head-a-spinning too

Idk how they interact with each other or if they do at all but buckle up.

Picture this, it's 2020/21 ish - Yeonjun is 21/22 years old and already cementing his 'it boy' status with TXT, even though they only just debuted in 2019

Then we have sweet sunshine Sunoo - he's 17 or 18 and has just debuted with ENHYPEN

Bby is still getting used to the whole 'being an idol' thing and is of course looking up to his hyungs for guidance and support

Now, Sunoo is well aware of how attractive his hyungs are - especially his TXT hyungs who are not only hot af but also ridiculously sweet and talented

Especially that minx Yeonjun

Sunoo already kind of thought Yeonjun was hot cute...

But then, here comes Jun's AOTM

And oml Sunoo low-key loses his shit (like most of us watching that AOTM, tbh)

Cuz Yeonjun is just DRIPPING with bad boy-next-door, emo, older (than him), rocker, musician vibes

Like, seriously, that video just screams first love/crush who's super talented and passionate and goes on to be famous (which was the goal, I'd imagine)

Anyhow...

TXT and EN- have always been rather close and friendly, all being similar in age and going through the highs and lows of training and debuting and just being idols in general

But Yeonjun is a flirt

He just can't help it, it's there and it ain't going away

I think Jun would maybe try to tone it down around the younger EN- members just because of age gaps (which aren't that big, but I digress)

But Sunoo

Sweet, bubbly, lil pup Sunoo...

Sunoo has the cute, pretty boy thing down

And Yeonjun loves pretty things

So maybe he flirts with Sunoo regardless of xyz

And since he has a big fat crush on Yeonjun, naturally, Sunoo gets all red and flustered and Yeonjun thinks it's adorable

He loves turning up his charms on the younger boy, he just can't help himself

Plus, it activates his corruption kink but that's for another day

But Yeonjun and Sunoo have the same mbti-type...so Sunoo is more than capable of giving his hyung a taste of his own flirty medicine

It just takes him some time to get there - grow the repor and the overall relationship with his TXT hyungs as a whole

But when he does finally feel comfortable and bold enough to flirt back Yeonjun is screwed

It's the classic trope of the flirty one malfunctioning when the shy one finally flirts back

So this relationship just kind of grows and escalates and poof, now they're the two friends who have crazy hot chemistry and lots of sexual flirty tension

So that's the very open-ended conclusion to my 2am tangent...like...where does it go from there? Does it go anywhere at all? How do their bandmates react and inevitably tease them for it? Etc. etc. etc.

Stay cute and positive and don't let the lingering full moon vibes f/ck you up too much. Drink water. Have a snack. Take a nap. Just do you and keep shining bb 🫶🫰💞

#enhypen #txt #kim sunoo #choi yeonjun #bxb #baby queer vibes #the brainrot is real #I need to sleep I have to work tomorrow #It's too hot and I want fall really badly

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femboywolfox · 8 months ago

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40k species of the fang: the wolfborn and the wolfknights

the wolfborn are a race of powerful primal killers and extraordinary soldiers, every wolfborn is trained from birth on the many arts of warfare and hunting, from the age of 5 terran years the pup's fangs and claws are fully formed, and ready for combat. a wolfborn normally stands at 6-7 feet tall when fully grown, but few have grown larger, mostly with the largest wolfborn recorded is Lucas Lycan (alpha of the forge fangs) standing at 9'6. despite their violent reputation on the battlefield, they're a kind people, with entire communities often working together to help raise the pups.

their main capital world is located close to the eye of terror and surrounded by several fortress worlds. however due to the constant mild exposure to the warp the wolfborn has evolved into a phsyker dominant race, although most of the population's powers are too weak to be used in combat.

wolfborn serving within the fang militarus make up a bulk of the forces there, with multiple squadrons moving in perfect unison to take down large war machines similar to a pack of terra's wolves taking down large prey.however when a wolfborn's combat skills and talents are viewed to be above those alongside them, they're taken to become a wolfknight.

wolknights are the elite warriors of the wolborn, each knight's armor and weapons are hand forged to near perfection. in order to become a wolfknight the chosen wolfborn is taken to a primal world, and is airdropped into the dense wilderness with nothing but the clothes on their backs and are tasked to find their way to the only base camp on the planet. those that survive are trained for a hundred years, and are given their first surgery that carve psychic runes into their bones and muscle tissue in order to change their bodies into powerful soldiers, afterwards they stand at 8'7, similar to adeptus astartes of the imperuim. after this they earn the title of "initiate" and now must complete a trial unique to the pack legion of their choice, with each pack legions trial being as deadly as the last.

example: the trial for the "sea fang" legion is called the trial of the void, where knights are abandoned on a space hulk with no armor and a simple bolt pistol and must journey across to reach the other side where their legion is waiting with open arms, only 1 out of 1,000,000 initiates survive.

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just a lil lore to help understand one of the many species within the fang empire, hope ppl like it ^^

#warhammer 40k #fanmade

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baddieladdie · 2 years ago

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Fallout companions patching you up:

Cait: Wraps a cloth bandage around your arm, tying a knot with the last bit of cloth at the place of your injury. The bandage is secure without being too tight, a tribute to the many years Cait had wrapped her own injuries. The pain of your sprain lowly fades. "Don't mention it, rather have you in fightin shape."

Curie: She's a Wizz at it! So many years spent in a lab, researching. She knows exactly how to patch you, no matter the injury or sickness. She's always impressed with the resilience of the human body.

Glory: "Rub some dirt in it, we got a lot more ground to cover" The railroad heavy is heavy set on getting out of harms way and back to headquarters.

Deacon: Deacon isn't a fan of blood 'n gore. He can feel his stomach practicing cartwheels as he watches the blood wind down your leg and pool at your feet. He brings Dr.Carrington over to patch you up. Once you've had a chance to rest, he'll check up on you. And this is where he shines - bringing a smile to your face despite the pain in your leg.

Preston: He is at the ready on a moments notice with his handy first aid kit. It's organized and neat. He takes his time cleaning and patching you up; taking special consideration to be gentle. He'll tell you a story or two about some settlements he had helped in the past.

Danse: The man is a brave and proficient soldier. He'd use the protection and strength of his power armor to get you out of trouble and somewhere safe. Once he finds a safe place to lay you down, his demeanor quickly changes from bold leader to concerned lover. He'll ask about your pain. If you need a doctor, he'll find one. If you need food or otc medicine, he'll bring it right to you. Danse'll do everything he can to protect you during this vulnerable state.

Hancock: The man's a walking pharmacy. He quite literally has it all and knowhow to get you exactly what you need and at the right dose. You see your bright smile reflected in his glossy noir eyes. Maybe it's the high, but perhaps you've never seen such deeply caring eyes.

Nick Valentine: The synth has seen many injuries in this lifetime and past. He knows how exactly how to get you back on your feet. As he bends over your knee, fussing over your injury, you feel safe and secure. You watch his mechanical hand secure the bandage, surprisingly talented at such delicate work.

Nick knows he shouldn’t, but he can’t help but feel partially to blame. The detective’s life isn’t a cushy one and often gets him, and by extension you, in precarious circumstances. As a mechanical man, he doesn’t feel pain to the extent a flesh and blood human may. And when he’s injured, the repairs take just as long as it takes to find parts. A human body? Well, the healing process is much more complicated. He’ll be giving you preferential treatment over the next week at least.

Dog meat: He will lick, lick, and lick you some more. You’ll take his soft, fluffy cheeks and guide them away from your gash. You had no idea where that pup’s tongue has been and it probably shouldn’t be giving you first aid. But you give him a good pat and praise him. Good boi

X6-88: His dry bedside manner could use some work. But the treatment to your injury is perfect, no waste and perfect sufficient.

Piper: She'd give some sass, scold you playfully for being so reckless. She'll patch you up just fine, but not without a Lil slap on the wrist

#fallout headcanons #fallout 4 #fallout 4 prompts #fallout companions #hurt/comfort #fanfiction

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jihyocentric · 2 years ago

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ok so i thought i fixed my settings but it was probably the ios filter thing BUT YEAH I JUST READ THAT. WOW.

jihyo wanting to be a good obedient pup is so precious frrr waiting for nayeon to take her back to the bath and everything what a good girl

and her bonding with jeongyeon over video games AND THE CHEEK KISSSSSS LUMI U TOOK ME OUT WITH THAT ONE ITS TOO CUTE

big big fan of the character development here they are learning to LOVE each other and im so happy!! and im glad u liked the idea abt the non-sexual bathing too, it's one of my favorite types of intimacy to talk and write abt, i think it's cute but also intense

ok idea hold on: once 3mix are together together i can see 2yeon deciding to mess with jihyo one day by having jeongyeon goad her into being a brat while nayeon is trying to get her to obey and whoever she listens to wins and the loser...probably won't be able to walk for a few days LMAOOO or smth like that :)

and side note: i know i am THE pup!hyo anon and all that but can i say ive been loving the polar bear!sana and kitten!jihyo discussions that have been going on around here? imagine sana laying on the floor like one of those bear rugs (on her stomach, all spread out, maybe in front of a fireplace etc) bc she's too lazy to go to bed and she starts dozing off and then she feels someone (her nose tells her it's jihyo) lay on top of her...then a couple minutes later someone else plops down and it's momo...then dahyun...then nayeon...until all of the members are cuddling her and they fall asleep together. IDK I HAVE WARM FUZZY FEELINGS ABT BEAR!SANA

and l4zylurker!! ur art is so good!! ur so fricking talented WOW i am in awe

anyways thats my lil ramble for now, hope ur taking care for the holidays lumi!!

-🐶

(late reply im sorry bestie)

now i have the perfect chance to make jeongyeon give our pup a warm bath and i might do that the next time i write a drabble for puppy hyo! they're definitely moving forward and getting closer,, and tbh i really really really need the 3mix like NOW but my desperate ass can't win we need to be patient 😿

and small displays of affection is puppy hyo's love language tbh. when nahyo are cuddling jihyo likes to kiss nayeon's tummy because it's soft and warm and well she's a puppy, you might already know what goes into her head... and now she found out jeongyeon's cheek is another soft surface for her to kiss and she loves it — not quite good as a tummy but still she loves it!

and PLEASE jihyo would fight so bad not to be a bad girl for nayeon but sometimes she slips.. cue to nayeon getting dicked down by both of them and she might be in disadvantage but she will make them pay for it the next day, mommy nayeon isn't mommy for nothing!

polarbear!sana laying on the ground with the girls on top of her is so cute 🥺 and she knows the first one is jihyo bc it's her mate, her kitty, and she would know it's jihyo from miles away!! but i don't think the position would last long because kitten jihyo would hiss at the others for putting so much weight on top of her (and sana would laugh, quietly, bc she isn't bothered at all... polar bear things) and i must say the way you placed momo on top of jihyo is so funny like... a whole ass WOLF on top of a tiny kitten.. makes me wonder how it'd be if momo and sana teamed up on her

(and yes thel4zylurker you're awesome! i can't tag you but i hope you see this still!!)

#🐶 anon #puppy!hyo #polarbear!sana #asks #i love nayeon and jihyo's tummies is it too obvious?#soft tummies mmm

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littlemourningstar · 2 years ago

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15 Questions / 15 People

I was tagged by @fragileizy and @plotbunnypettingzoo !!! Thank you both so much this was a lot of fun!!

1. Are you named after anyone?

In a way!

My mom was a bank teller when she was pregnant with me and had an older man come in who was a regular. He said he’d see my mom in a couple weeks but she said she’d be on maternity leave. He asked what she was having and she told him a girl. He said he had a few granddaughters and asked what my name was. My mom was torn between Ashleigh (yes spelled like that) and Laurynn (yes also spelled like that). He said they were beautiful names and mentioned his granddaughters names. One of them was mine and my mom loved it so much she added it to the collection.

When I was born, my mom called my brother and asked him what my name should be. He picked my name!

2. What was the last time you cried?

Last night lol. Being sick has sucked so bad but I’m getting better now!! Hooray!!

3. Do you have kids?

Nope, I can’t have kids. I’m very much content being an aunt to four. I do however refer to my pup as my son so in a way I do.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Not as much as I used too! I don’t really talk much to other people anymore so it’s not something I notice myself doing much these days.

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Not sure! Probably their build? Tall, short, wide hips, big boobs, nice legs, what was the question again?

6. What’s your eye color?

Blue! Like a greyish blue with a lil bit of green.

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

A healthy mix of both! I find myself getting way too emotional with regular movies so I prefer a balance of both to keep my sanity. But usually only if the scary movie is well done. I’m more interested in the story and how it’s told than the genre.

8. Any special talents?

Not particularly lol. I’d say probably singing or putting puzzles together quickly.

9. Where were you born?

Luckily! A hospital. I was almost born in my parents red minivan.

10. What are your hobbies?

Doing puzzles, writing, drawing, dancing, singing, daydreaming.

11. Do you have a pet?

I do!! I have a 9 year old mutt named Cody whom I love with all my heart. He’s got anxiety like me and is super friendly but a little skittish around kids. I honestly don’t know what I’d do without him. He’s been with me through most of the bad things in my life up to this point but he’s still a little puppy at heart and everyone he meets loves him.

12. What sports do you play/have played?

As a kid I did tennis a little recreationally, played on my local soccer league team for a couple years, then joined cheer for a few years and loved it. Unfortunately, freshman year I had to quit for personal and health related reasons.

13. How tall are you?

4 foot 11 inches!! I was one of the shortest people at my school but I never let that stop me from being a big problem.

14. Favorite subject in school?

Art! Cheesy as it is. But other than that I’d have to say maybe math? I loved algebra honestly.

15. Dream job?

Furniture assembler. I love putting together pieces of furniture. It’s so therapeutic for me. But other than that probably a comedian! People always say I’m funny and I have some pretty interesting stories I could tell.

I tag: @writerriderdirtythirties @talkstoself @miraculouslymundane @jumpingbeanz @theultracharmingladynoire @biochemandmonsters @piratesandpizza & anyone else who wants to do this fun little game! 💕💕

#tag game

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eternalstrigoii · 2 years ago

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Fifteen for Fifteen Meme Tagged by @raointean

1. Are you named after anyone?

I don’t think so? I think my mom just liked my name....which is funny because I don’t go by it anymore.

2. When was the last time you cried?

Haven’t the slightest, tbh. Wanted to cry, today. Actually cried? Not entirely sure. It might’ve been the day I found out my neighbor passed only a week after being diagnosed with metastatic cancer.

3. Do you have kids?

I have pets and that’s slightly less expensive but more rewarding. Fight me on it.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Not as much as I used to. I’m more of a deadpan snarker like a proper Addams.

5. What's the first thing you notice about people?

>shrugs< I’m more of a once-over type. Your vibes do the distinguishing.

6. What's your eye color?

Hazel

7. Scary movies or happy ending?

A well-written movie has both.

8. Any special talents?

I am a goddamned freak of nature. Animals love me, plants thrive for me, and most things I can pick up on relatively quickly and with photographic memory-like accuracy. Until it comes to sports and/or math.

9. Where were you born?

In a building.

10. What are your hobbies?

I haven’t had proper hobbies in a hot minute. I’m going to get more serious about gardening (again) this year, and I don’t count care tasks as a hobby. I’ve gotten fond of interior decorating, the more macabre the better (fuck you, white people who can only design in farmhouse-minimalist-modernism with emphasis on pale neutrals). I sew, but that’s more of a practical skill than a hobby, though I’d like to take up cross-stitch and crochet. Maybe knitting. (You know, more practical skills.) That’s the same way I feel about cooking even though I do enjoy it. I’m learning how to roller skate instead of just roller blade. Learning how to take apart my bike and put it back together so I can do my own repairs (but I don’t know if I can count that as a hobby vs a practical skill, either.) I read. I have a formal degree in writing, though I’m SUPPOSED to do it for pleasure, too. I enjoy the outdoors and am (forcing) myself to spend more time birdwatching this year. ....I have a duolingo. (I think I might actually have hobbies even if I have to force myself to engage with them sometimes)

11. Have you any pets?

That implies they aren’t my kids. I have kitties, pups, fish, and -- soon! -- a tarantula. I had a tarantula. He passed about a year ago. I want another, I just had to work up to emotionally being ready again. My love for lil creatures is limitless. People, not so much.

12. What sports do you play/have you played?

This is gonna be the most “yeah, you’re Goth For A Reason” answer you’re ever gonna hear, but: I was a child ballerina. I did cheer. I also did tap. I also did martial arts for several years. Horseback riding. Now I’m into roller skating and cycling, though the latter is more of a transit + aesthetic thing than competitive. I do also enjoy swimming, hiking, climbing, and being able to out-lift most guys. I also would’ve done kickboxing but the panini hit, and I wanted to attend the Sword Gym in the city, but Expensive.

13. How tall are you

5′6′’. It works out now that I’m built like a werewolf.

14. Favorite subject in school?

English/”Language Arts” for early schooling and Horror Writing in college....for obvious reasons ;)

15. Dream job?

I want to hit the NYT bestseller list so I can make everyone subject to my bullshit on a regular basis. Succeed at everything and retain a captive audience afterward? 20/10, seems like a great idea. (It would be nice to Day Job back with animals, but only part time, and at a living wage.)

Tagging: tbd lemme see which of my mutuals I haven’t targeted lately >)

#Strig IRL #long post #tag memes

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silversatoru · 3 years ago

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thunderstorms

dabi/todoroki touya x puppygirl!reader

synopsis: dabi reluctantly takes in a stray puppygirl on an especially rainy day and gets a lot more attached than he’d ever be willing to admit

tw: nsfw 18+, fluff and smut, puppygirl reader!!, dumbification, creampie, mention of overstimulation, pretty heavy degradation bc dabi’s an asshole but he comes around i promise </3

wc: 1.9k

a/n: this is my contribution to @katslutski ‘s paws and claws collab!! i love this event so much and i love kat even more so be sure to check out all the other talented writers (or even join it yourself)!! now please enjoy dabi and his cute lil pup on a very stormy day!!

dabi’s life is a bitter, miserable mess, so of course it started to rain while he was walking home, black hair sticking to his forehead and his clothes clinging uncomfortably to his body. not to mention his head was fucking pounding, he was eons past being sleep deprived, and he was starving. everything that could have gone wrong today did, but his entire life has been one giant string of bad luck, so it’s not even surprising anymore.

he trudged down the flooding back alley of his shitty apartment, making his way to the old rusted door that led into the place. his fingers grasped the knob but paused there momentarily, his ears picking up on a few quiet whimpers from further down the narrow back street. his eyes rested on your pitiful form for only a few seconds, his pupils tracing over your wet clothing and drooping ears. just some dumb, mutt-hybrid who’d either gotten lost or didn’t have a home to begin with. poor thing, it’s a pity that dabi couldn’t care less, opening the door and pulling it shut behind him.

why should he give a fuck about you? he has enough of his own problems. or at least that’s what he’s trying to convince himself of while he showers and changes into dry clothes. he shouldn’t still be thinking about the adorable little puppygirl shivering outside his apartment, but he is, and it’s really starting to irritate him. after throwing a loose t-shirt over his head he finally caves to the almost insignificant shred of morals he has left, and grabs his rain jacket.

he’s not sure who the fuck is out here scooping you up and carrying you inside, cause dabi’s certain that he’d never be capable of this kind of compassion. and yet here he is, ushering you into his apartment as you give him a wary look. you’re grateful to be out of the rain but it’s not like dabi has the most inviting appearance for a frightened pup like you.

“god, you’re a filthy fucking thing,” he spits out as the two of you walk inside, your limbs a little shaky from being frozen to your core by the rain.

you simply look at him with big eyes, a silent confirmation that you’ve been out on the streets for quite some time. maybe that’s why he felt a shred of empathy for you, because he too spent an unfair amount of time being cold and alone without a place to call his own. maybe despite how miserable he was and how much he resented the world, he hated to see you in a situation that struck him with nostalgia.

“stay right there, yeah?” he pointed to the rectangular doormat, “don’t need you tracking fucking mud all over my carpet”.

he disappeared into a back room, your heart rate quickening when he didn’t come back right away. he’d saved you and he seemed nice, he wasn’t just gonna leave you here was he? would he be mad if you came looking for him?

you found your feet scurrying across the floor, tracking mud through the house and all the way back to the bathroom where you finally found him digging through a cabinet of old towels.

of course he instantly raised his voice at you, calling you a dumb fucking mutt who never learned how to listen. but you didn’t mean to make him so upset, you were just worried!

unexpectedly, your disheartened expression caused a small pang in his chest, his voice lowering as he suggested a solution.

“alright, well you’re already in the bathroom now. why don’t you just clean yourself up, then we won’t have to worry about the mud,” he let out a frustrated sigh, “soaps are right there and i’ll set the towels here, i’m sure you can figure it out”.

he was about to leave you to it, but then he saw you cluelessly paw at the shower handle with a pitifully confused expression scribbled across your face. fuck.

“really can’t do anything for yourself, can you? stupid dog”.

in a lapse of his typical judgement he turned on the water and helped you into the tub, reluctantly removing your dirty clothes and tossing them into his overflowing hamper. he didn’t particularly enjoy the way his stomach swirled as he squirted some body wash onto a washcloth — a pair of the cutest fluffy ears and a pair of the most perfectly round tits staring him right in the eyes. he didn’t realize it until his hands were scrubbing soap into your skin, but you were a pretty little thing.

he took extra care when he cleaned your chest, feeling your nipples through the rag and trying to ignore the way his pants felt like they were getting tighter. he nearly lost his mind when he began scrubbing behind your ears, soft noises of contentment sliding out of your mouth. those little sighs and cute whimpers were almost as pretty as you — he could barely even think straight anymore.

it’s a good thing he’s got a ton of self control, right? it’s a good thing he’s not fantasizing about absolutely obliterating you with his cock — good thing he’s not thinking about that because he would nev—

— and now you’re bent over his bed, cute little cunt stuffed full with his girth. he certainly didn’t expect to end up here, but this entire night had been one surprise after another. how he went from reluctantly bringing you into his home to slamming his hips into yours was a mystery — but your tight cunt felt so good wrapped around his cock that he didn’t care about how he got from point A to point B.

he was gonna make you absolutely gush around his cock, several orgasms of cum leaking from between your legs as you drooled all over his sheets. you were a goddamn dumbass when he met you earlier tonight, and after fucking you like this? he’d be surprised if you’d even remember how to eat, drink, and breathe on your own.

stupid little puppy-slut, feels so fucking good

never had someone treat you so fucking well before, have you? i didn’t think so.

and this is exactly how you’re gonna pay your rent, mutt, but you’d like that, wouldn’t you?

get to stay here, warm and out of the rain, and all you have to do is spread your fuckin’ legs for me.

he was saying a lot of words that you didn’t quite understand, too happy and dumb and overstimulated to formulate any kind of response. and the raspiness of his voice just made you even easier to please, another wave of fluids gushing around his cock and spilling down your thighs.

after that, dabi decided it was enough, and now it was his turn. he pressed deep into your pussy, a warm pressure building up inside of you as your insides became coated in his cum. and then he fucked it into you with a brand new intensity, your eyes crossing and your tongue practically lolling out of your mouth.

but,

dabi’s compassion only goes so far, and it’s already gone way further than he ever intended it to go tonight. he let you inside his apartment, helped give you a bath, made you cum like four fucking times, and he even cleaned up the mess that resulted between your legs. so he’s sure that you can handle sleeping on the floor on the blanket he laid out for you.

and you’re more than grateful to have a warm place to sleep, but even after only spending a few hours with the grumpy man, you find yourself attached to your savior. you wanna snuggle your head into his chest and give him warm kisses to show him how much you appreciate everything he’s done for you. but, he said some more mean words and pointed at the floor like it was the only place you belonged, so that’s where you curled up for the night, tail tucked between your legs.

things went without incident until the storm outside picked up, a few bright flashes followed by cracks of thunder booming through the apartment complex. dabi heard you yelp from the floor, tiny whines and terrified whimpers barely audible from where he was tucked into bed. he grabbed a pillow and pressed it against his ear, trying to tune out your cries as another strike of lightening lit up the room.

maybe he should have just left your sorry ass out in the rain. was bringing you in here and getting his dick wet really worth losing sleep like this? why’d you have to be so fucking annoying? why’d he—

“hey, dumbass,” his voice makes your ears perk up, your quiet noises of fear subsiding for the moment, “you wanna come lay up here? will you shut the fuck then?”

he wasn’t sure what he was expecting but it definitely wasn’t your body hurling towards him from where you’d been situated on the floor. a wet nose and teary eyes immediately pressed into his shirt as you happily basked in his warmth.

“fuck- i didn’t mean right next to me,” dabi flinched away from you, face twisted up in knots as you stared up at him with big eyes and folded ears.

he was this close to kicking you right back to the floor for that — you were supposed to sleep by his feet or something — you weren’t supposed to cuddle up next to him like this but —

“alright, whatever,” he let out a sigh of unusual contentment, closing his eyes again and letting one of his arms fall over your torso, “but don’t get used to this shit”.

you didn’t really care what he had to say, you were just happy to feel safe from the big scary storm outside. his arm was the nicest blanket of security you’d ever had, so falling asleep after that was rather easy.

you certainly didn’t find yourself the best owner — dabi wasn’t someone who would coddle you, and he wasn’t someone that could afford anything all that nice for you either. he‘s usually emotionally unavailable and sometimes the things he says can be kinda mean. but despite it all, his shitty apartment quickly becomes a place of comfort for you. he lends you his old, beat-up clothing, gives you the leftovers of his food, helps you take bathes (the handle is still confusing </3), and makes no hesitation to stuff your cunt and make you feel good after he’s had a long day.

now, not only does he let you sleep with him in bed, but he even finds himself scratching behind your ears or stroking your tail until you’re softly twitching and falling asleep next to him. dabi’s life is a bitter, miserable mess, but having a sweet little pup to come home to has become his silver lining on even the worst days.

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