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fillinforlater · 2 years

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Public stripping by Momo would be a cool idea for a story if you're able to. Please and thank you!

Teased Promotion

Hirai Momo (ft. you and the crowd)

Length: 1202 words

Tags: stripping, public, public indecency, teasing, flaunting cleavage and breasts, how-to-get-promoted, dominant!Momo

TW: UNEDITED QUICKIE

(A/N: This request was in my ask box since January 25th... sorry for the long wait, but if you're still around to read it, I hope you enjoy this short, teasing piece xD)

“Guess who asked for a promotion yesterday?”

Your boss has the weirdest entries. He always says a random phrase without greeting you or talking about the topic at hand. However, he is still your boss and most often, a very chill guy. You mostly go along with his antics, especially at such an important company banquet.

“I have no clue to be honest, but it sure wasn’t me.”

“Ha, funny,” he laughs sarcastically, before answering the question himself, “It’s Miss Hirai, Momo, the one on stage right now.”

Of course you know who Momo is. Fierce in her gaze, fully focused on her case, unstoppable, ever since she stepped foot into the giant law firm. When someone meets Momo for the first time, they are allured, stunned even by her beautiful appearance and incredible body. Underneath her glasses are incomprehensible orbs and underneath her tailored suit are enormous breasts.

As a co-worker, you of course meet Momo more than once, so you were shocked to find that the second impression she makes is far different. Behind her mouth-watering facade is a killer, someone who is ready to leap over you, take your position, your job, your life if need be. It’s impossible to get into her pants, she is completely immune to flirting or someone showing off. You assumed she was a lesbian at first, but even the hottest women in your firm get bluntly rejected. It’s all business for her.

Momo loves showing off her money, of course, otherwise she wouldn’t wear gold necklaces and watches all the time, but she seems to love a show of dominance even more. For her to want a promotion is not a surprise at all, so you wonder why your boss felt the need to mention it.

“I know her. I bet everyone does. She probably deserves it.”

“Yeah, but she did not want to negotiate with me. She said that she will make her offer tonight at the banquet when everyone from outside has left. I sent all the staff and sneaky journalists outside ten minutes ago, but she hasn’t done anything yet.”

“Maybe she is getting cold feet,” you joke and reach for a second champagne glass. You give it to your boss and you both wordlessly look up to the stage. Momo just stands there, behind a lectern. The crowd of noisy, tipsy and flirty coworkers quiets down when they hear her through the speakers. Even when she clears her throat it sounds dominant, degrading, demanding.

“Today,” she begins and even the densest person is now completely silent and focused on her, “I walked into the office of our dear boss and I did not want to leave until a deal had been done. However, he challenged me to something—and my God am I ready to accept it.”

You have never heard or seen Momo this passionate before. She was feeling herself, nothing in the entire building could be more interesting than her right now and she knew it. Even your boss mutes his phone and makes it disappear into the pocket of his navy-colored suit. Momo was about to shine, to burst, but no one had a clue how.

“Boss,” she continues, her gaze piercing through the tense air and right next to you, “I have a way to boost the morale of everyone here and make myself indispensable to the firm.”

Momo steps away from the mic. The spotlight follows her onto the empty part of the stage where she is not hiding her legs behind the lectern. The clacking of her heels onto the metal surface is the only sound your ears can pick up. Your eyes, no, everyone’s eyes widen, when Momo grabs the top of her tie and rips it off of her neck.

What the fuck?

Momo straightens herself with a smirk and you instinctively straighten your back in your seat. She effortlessly lets her fingers run down her upper body and twists the first button of her suit, then the second and stops—only for the briefest, tense moment. She pulls open the suit with such ferocity, the buttons fly off. Momo let’s the hang on her shoulders and throws her head backwards to expose her slender, perfectly sculpted neck.

Holy shit.

People shuffle all around you. They jump from their seats, shake their heads or open their suits as well to make sure this is not a dream. It’s unnecessary though, because Momo’s wild eyes sparkle and tell them: this is real. I am real.

She spins around and sways, her hips moving to a song that is not there but that everyone can hear. Her opened suit travels further down, sadly exposing not her skin but a white, thin-striped shirt. Her back is still hidden, only the outline of the backside of her bra visible. Momo knows how to tease, how to make the crowd jump, and she is playing it out perfectly.

The suit falls and the first cheers roar. They wake up for her, those horny coworkers. A male dominated industry for sure, but the women are left speechless as well. No one is safe from Momo. She turns back around, adjusts her glasses with one hand, fiddles at the hem of her dress pants with the other and gradually, painfully slowly bends over.

She is showing her cleavage you imagine, but that god damn shirt is still blocking the view of her voluptuous breasts. Momo winks and sticks her tongue out, not to you, but to you, to anyone who is greedy enough to claim this wink as their own.

Momo makes your head spin when she interrupts the slow, teasing movements to lean her upper body backwards to present her crotch while simultaneously opening the first button of her shirt. You jump as well, barely anyone is still on their seat. Some dare to move closer, some stay behind. You expect her to go faster, but no. Momo is taking it slow and feeling it.

Oh God, this woman!

Both hands are on her tummy; you imagine she is flexing her hidden abs underneath. Then they massage themselves upward to her bosom; you imagine her hard nipples being crazed even through her bra. At last, she finds her neck, touches it for a second and—this time, you don’t have to imagine things—she moves both hands under the next button and pops it free. And the next. And the next. And the next, the one above her black lace bra.

The crowd goes nuts at the first glimpse of what Momo has kept a secret for everyone. Those that asked her out or tried to seduce her probably thought of a private session, their own victory to see the gorgeous, sexy Momo. They were wrong, bluntly. Momo wants all eyes on her.

More, fuck, more!

Somehow, your eyes fall down on your boss for a second. He is the last one still sitting, his suit open, cheeks red hot. He is fanning air to him, while failing to look unimpressed or demanding. He has fallen for Momo’s striptease and jumps the moment she opens her shirt to fully flaunt her tits.

“She’s got you as well.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

#kpop smut #female idol smut #girl group smut #hirai momo #twice momo #momo smut #male reader insert #twice smut

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rosenongrata · 5 months

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solitary solidarity - v

Summary: A selection of writings that explore the early days of the odd relationship between Doctor Veritas Ratio and Missus Kagome Ikeda.

A/N: ouhhh i love this chapter so much. it was so fun to write !!

c.w/s: varies on what part, but i'll make sure to mark each addition with the proper tags in the a/n. OC-insert. c.ws for chapter: new character introduction. SOFT PAPA RATIO (i mean what). child (Ena) has schizophrenia, so there's going to depictions of that. depictions of malnourishment. minor blood mention. a singular fainting spell. his students are bitches (they gossip). Ratio throws a piece of chalk at someone.

w.c: 1.6k

It’s been a while since Kagome has attended work in-person – all of it has been online instead this past week. No one has seen even a glance of her since that awkward debacle between her and her intrusive husband – Shoto Watanabe. Not even Dr. Ratio has caught a glimpse of her – her office gone dark. But it’s not as if he has her cellphone number at this time…and he’s not about to go ask for it.

However,

He hoped he would’ve gotten some information out of her before her disappearance – he’s not too sure if she’s avoiding him and the rest of the Guild or if something did truly come up since then. As much as his heart wants to say she’s evading him again – he suspects otherwise.

And then this morning in his office he was met with a rather big surprise in the form of a small girl – one that looked rather malnourished with how scrawny she is, her limbs eerily thin and her skin pale as snow.

“…Since when did you have a daughter?” Dr. Ratio blurts out – for once he’s the one asking the stupid question.

He can’t help but feel stupefied by Kagome’s reappearance with a little black-haired girl following close behind her. If it were not for their lookalike silver eyes – he would’ve assumed her daughter was someone else’s. Or perhaps he’s not quite adept at seeing similarities in offspring and their parents.

“About 11 years ago,” Kagome sighs, her hand briefly squeezing the girl’s much smaller hand, “…I’d love to elaborate how she was found recently, but… I’d rather not discuss it while she’s here.”

“Hmph,” He scoffs, crossing his arms and leaning back in his office chair, “I will let that slide for now.” He glances at the girl for a split moment, but when she hides further behind her mother, he looks back to his peer. “What’s her name?” He didn’t care all that much to know, but he suspects Kagome has something up her sleeve.

“Ena. The very same name I gave her when she was born…” Her smile is bittersweet – even a glimmer of relief shining in her otherwise lifeless eyes.

“And let me guess…” He sighs, “You need me to…babysit her?” He deadpans, half-glaring at his coworker.

“Precisely, but it wouldn’t be terribly often.” She murmurs, “She’s very quiet and…nonintrusive from what I’ve seen from her so far. It was also mentioned to me that she’s quite the music prodigy.” Her usually neutral expression shatters to form a little smile, and then she sighs, her face dropping, “…Among other things that are less…joyful.”

“…Such as?”

“Well…” She looks down at her little girl, who looks back at her. Kagome crouches down with her knees close together, she pulls Ena in for a small hug, “Pediatric Schizophrenia is one – and perhaps the biggest issue she will face for the rest of her life.” Ena tries to pull away from Kagome, pushing her little hands against her shoulder – Kagome releases her.

“Something that severe at such a young age is quite uncommon…” He muses.

“Doctor, I will continue to answer any questions you have about Tetra…as long as you look after Ena sometimes – only when I’ve got my hands tied with work, really. I…trust you enough right now.” She looks over at him once more, her eyebrows slightly knitted – she’s desperate.

“Fine, then. If she’s truly as unobtrusive as you claim, she can tag along. I will not isolate her in my office, either.”

“Thank you so much…” She sighs in relief, “You hear that, Ena? The nice doctor will look after you for me sometimes. He’s a good man, so don’t worry about him hurting you.”

(…Me, of all people…) He sighs softly, barely audible.

“Okay…” Ena murmurs, her eyes glued to the floor as if it’s infinitely more interesting than whatever conversation is occurring.

“Mama has to go now… She’s got a meeting and a lot of paperwork to catch up on. But Doctor Veritas Ratio is here, okay? Don’t be afraid to speak up – he appreciates honesty.”

“That’d be correct – honesty and knowledge go hand in hand.” He nods, his voice only a smidgen softer than before. He’s trying, at least.

Kagome straightens her legs, briefly rubbing Ena’s head while offering her a soft smile, “I’ll see you later, Ena. You too, Doctor.” She nods to them both before departing from the office.

“Farewell, Kagome.” He replies, watching her leave before his dual-toned eyes dart to Ena – her eyes are about as lifeless as her mother’s. For a split moment, he wonders if it runs in the family somehow – unlikely, but the thought entertains him for about 0.2 seconds.

Ena looks elsewhere – anywhere that isn’t his face – around the room, his clothes, his desk… Her hands are held to her chest, fiddling with her fingers and picking at her skin. And then she hisses when she pulls a bit of skin off too far – causing her to bleed.

“…Alright. Come here.” He gestures to her with one hand to walk up to him as he scours his desk for a band aid, “You should not pick at your skin like that…” He scolds half-heartedly.

When she nervously arrives in front of him, he cleans the small wound and wraps the bandage around her bloody index finger. He double checks it to make sure it's tight enough. Satisfied with his work he releases her hand, which immediately retracts to her chest.

“There.” He mutters, “I must teach a class soon, so you’ll have to come with me. But, you may sit at my desk there.”

“Okay, Mr. Doctor.” She nods sheepishly.

(Mr. Doctor… It’s going to be a long day.) He sighs inwardly.

Arriving late to class – due to having to hunt down the wandering, distracted Ena a couple of times – his students immediately break out into chattering gossip when he enters the room with the little girl right behind him. Yet all he has to do is throw a single glare at the disciples scattered about the room and they’ve all fallen silent.

Except for one.

“Hey, uh… Dr. Ratio, what’s with the kid…?” A student squeaks.

“…Do not get any wise ideas,” He sighs underneath his headpiece, “I am…babysitting her for a colleague that said she only trusts me for now.”

“A colleague? That trusts you? Who in their right mind would do that?”

“It’s better that she trusts me than you.” He snaps, “Now, you have five seconds to leave my classroom.”

“What if I don’t—”

A piece of chalk smacks the student right in the forehead, enough force behind it to tumble them out of their seat. And once they’re escorted out and Ena takes her seat at his desk, the professor begins his class. Although, the previous argument hardly stops the muttering between students.

Ena grows more nervous by the second – the whispering among the adults sounds all too much like the muttering noise in her head that she puts up with each and every day. Her legs swing back and forth – they’re not quite long enough to touch the floor yet – and she picks at her hands, except for the already bandaged one.

When the professor finally turns his back to her for a moment too long, she storms out of the classroom. He’s far more perceptive than she expects, though,

“Ena!” He shouts, and his voice faintly shakes from panic. He drops the new piece of chalk he was using and charges after her, “You all stay right in your places!” He yells to the students right as he leaves through the doors.

He’s right on her trail – so close yet a little too far to catch her. He’s a bit amazed at how someone with such tiny legs is outrunning him right now – especially how she’s also malnourished. It must be adrenaline fueling her right now, he concludes, but also knows she’ll run out of that fuel sooner rather than later—

And then she crashes to the floor in an empty hallway, already sobbing – tears waterfalling down her slightly sunken, pale cheeks. He sighs, slowing down from his run and approaching her with cautious steps, yet loud enough that she isn’t further frightened by his appearance.

“Ena…” He arrives at her side, swiftly bending to one knee and taking mental notes while he carefully observes her condition, “I will talk to my students later, but right now I need to—” He notices she’s fainted the second her sobs become abruptly silent, “Ugh… Alright.” He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose momentarily before slipping his arms under her lithe body and plucking her from the ground while he straightens his legs.

He tells himself he’ll send out a class dismissal for the day, but also informs his students Ena’s current condition is largely their own fault. Regardless of how young many of the students are, they should know better than the gossip among themselves about a little girl – let alone in his lecture hall.

But, for now, he’s already on his way back to his doctor's office. Soon laying her down on the sofa, also resting her head on a pillow and lifting her feet on the armrest to help assure a safe recovery from her fainting spell. She wakes up before a minute passes, thankfully, so he can’t help but sigh with relief. Her consciousness only exists long enough for her to drink a cup of water, and then she’s out like a light.

…He then decides to conjure up a daily meal plan for her – Kagome can thank him later.

#mine #oc #original character #honkai star rail #hsr #hsr oc #honkai star rail oc #oc: kagome ikeda #oc: ena ikeda #fic: solitary solidarity #hsr dr ratio #dr ratio #ship: kagtio

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stardomtrash · 1 year

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this utami person looks like an absolute badass. any matches you'd recommend to someone unfamiliar with her work?

You’re damn right she’s an absolute badass :D And heck yeah I can give you some recommendations. I consulted with a few friends to make sure I didn’t forget anything. Some of these I haven’t seen but they came highly recommended. I’ll try and give a helpful rundown where possible :)

In no particular order…

So the unequivocal best match Utami has had is the 5.5* classic with Syuri. It’s LONG, and it may not be a good one to jump in with first, but definitely keep it in your back pocket. It’s 5.5* for a reason. (x)

Alternatively, Utami had a much shorter but all-killer-no-filler match with Syuri in the Gold Rush PPV last year. Really great match between two of the best to ever do it. (x)

Utami vs Mayu Iwatani for the IWGP semi finals. Again, it’s just two fantastic wrestlers giving it all they’ve got. (x)

Utami vs Tam Nakano in the 5 Star GP. Good thing about the 5 Star is the short time limits, so if you need good intro singles matches, they’re a great place to start. You'll also get to see Utami Nakano. (x)

Utami vs Saya Kamitani for the White Belt. I think this was better than the singles they had for the Red Belt, but I think that might be sentimentality for me. I’d only just gotten into Stardom and this was the first match I was HYPED for and watched live on PPV. It’s still a great match, and considering Saya and Utami are partners, coupled with Saya’s unrelenting desire to complete her one goal of besting Utami, it’s a great dynamic. (x)

Utami vs Momo Watanabe in the Oedo Tai/Queen’s Quest best of 5. This is DEFINITELY just me but it’s one of my all-time favourite matches. It presents Utami as an underdog against a heel that she bitterly hates. It’s only short (it's only the first 20 mins, don’t let the 1hr video length scare you) but it’s great if you want to see Utami fighting uphill. (x)

Utami vs Mayu Iwatani for the Red Belt. I haven’t seen this match (I keep meaning to) but I have it on good authority it’s a banger. Annoyingly this match doesn't exist in isolation, just a part of a whole PPV, so skip to 1:56:08 to get to it. (x)

Utami vs Maika for the Red Belt. Maika has been determined to make Utami her rival and these two put on a killer showdown if you like the power fighter vs power fighter style. (x)

Queen’s Quest vs Oedo Tai cage match. This is a massive storyline match that is the culmination of the increasing drama between Saya and Utami. I wouldn’t recommend it until you’ve seen at least some Saya/Utami stuff before (heck, just take a look at the tags on my blog as a crash course lmao) otherwise you’ll miss out on The Feels lol. (x)

Following on from that, when making this list people said I should include Aphrodite matches (that’s the team name for Utami and Saya), but from the matches I’ve seen personally I couldn’t think of One Match that stands out. I got a vote for their match against Konami and Jungle Kyona for the Goddess Belts, which I haven’t seen but really should, so I’ll put that one forward. (x)

Alternatively, since I haven’t included any Goofball Utami moments in this list (except Utami Nakano), the match between Utami and Saya vs Gokigen Death and Riho is a vibe. Utami is madly crushing on Riho at this point and Saya (who has been in love with Utami since Day Dot) is smarting about it. (x)

Last but not least, her debut match against Jungle Kyona is one I haven’t watched but heard good things about. A way to show you she’s been kickass from the start :D (x)

Thank you to everyone who helped me craft this list!

#utami hayashishita #asks #breaking kayfabe

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theselfshippingwitch · 9 months

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JanAUary - Video Rental Store AU

(Divider by @saradika-graphics)

Ship: Ray x Violet Word count: 1170 Summary: Aspiring horror writer Violet's boring night at her job in the video store gets more lively when an intriguing stranger comes in looking for an obscure tape Rating: General Audiences Notes: For JanAUary run by @bioexorcizm and @eternally-smitten. Thanks for the prompt guys! also both of the movies mentioned in this fic are real look it up

(Banner by @benkeibear)

As far as jobs you take to keep a roof over your head while living in New York City and establishing a writing career go, this one wasn’t so bad. Violet sighed as she sat behind the counter of the video rental store. It was a slow night. Most nights were slow nights. This wasn’t exactly a popular spot, far from a Blockbuster, just a regular mom-and-pop video store, the kind of place you don’t even need a uniform to work at, just a handwritten name tag on your Invisible Man T-shirt you’re wearing with your old jeans and converse sneakers. Violet would fall asleep if she could. She cleaned the shelves and organized and reorganized the tapes. Nothing to do now but wait for customers that weren’t coming.

The door opened beside her. A customer! He smiled as he made eye contact with her. “Hi, there!” He said. It was always awkward when the customer was more sociable than Violet. She still had trouble greeting people as they came in the door. “Hello!” She smiled. He’s cute, she can’t help but notice. Pretty red hair and brown eyes. One of those sweet faces that makes a person look affable right away. Violet watches him as he weaves in and out of the shelves, looking for something and apparently not finding it. He went to the horror section first, she noted. Her favorite. What was he looking for? She thought if she offered her help she could find out. Just as she made up her mind on what to say, he beat her to the punch again.

“Hi again! Do you happen to have a copy of Fiend Without A Face?”

Violet smiled. “Fiend Without A Face?”

“Yeah, it’s this old horror movie from the 50s…” He began to blush and he attempted to explain himself.

“No, I know that movie! It’s one of my favorites!” She couldn’t believe it. He was looking for something so obscure even this tiny little independent video store wouldn’t have it.

The way he smiled when she said she knew it, the fondness in his eyes, she could have cried. “Really? Mine too! The creature design in that movie is unbelievable!”

“I know! And the stop motion is pretty amazing. It makes me wish the monsters weren’t invisible for most of the movie.”

“Yeah! I’m such a big fan of stop motion, It’s part of the reason why I love these movies from the 50s. Everything is practical, it’s so fascinating to learn how they accomplished everything with not very much. I mean, the stop motion in Fiend is no Ray Harryhausen, but it’s still pretty fantastic!”

“Definitely! I love a good stop motion monster. Most of the other movies from the era just have guys in costume. This movie and The Monster Who Challenged The World are the only two I’ve seen that use stop motion for their monsters.”

“Oh my gosh, The Monster Who Challenged The World! That’s another one of my favorites!”

“Mine too!”

God, this man was easy to talk to, Violet thought. She couldn’t remember a time she felt so at ease talking to another person, and a stranger, no less. A handsome stranger. A stranger who just got more attractive the more she looked at him.

“So, I take it you don’t have it here?”

“Well, we don’t have it, but I do. I recorded it to VHS when it was playing on TV at 3am once. I keep it in the break room as part of my personal collection for when I can sneak away from the counter.” She leaned in closer, like she was telling a secret someone else besides the only two people in an otherwise empty store could overhear. “Want to see?”

He nodded eagerly. She flipped open the counter for him and he walked behind it. He followed her into the break room, where multiple piles of tapes with handwritten labels were stacked. “These are all yours?” he asked.

“This is the only place where I have time to watch them anymore. When I’m not at this job, I’m writing.” She found the tape she was looking for and popped it in to the player.

“What are you writing?”

“A ghost story.”

“Cool!”

After one or two commercials, the movie began. “Wow, this tape is great!”

"I didn't know how to get the commercials off the tape..." Violet began, apologetically.

"Yeah, but that's alright. It's still really good!"

“Do you wanna borrow it?”

“Really? You would let me do that?”

“Sure!”

“Wow! I promise I’ll bring it right back here. Gee, I wish there was some way I could make it up to you.”

Violet looked at him, still enthralled by the tape, this child-like enthusiasm and energy she just couldn’t get enough of. He was so easy to talk to. She felt like she could say anything. She felt like a different person, someone better than what she normally was. She didn;t have to think ahead, she didn’t have to hesitate. Just say how you feel. “You could invite me to watch it with you.”

The glowing smile left his face, replaced by an expression of surprise as his face turned red. His eyes met hers, and the smile that came next was different. Shy. Small. “I…O-okay! Yeah, I would like that!” He stuttered as he said it, and for a second Violet panicked, like maybe he felt like she just put him into an awkward situation he couldn’t see a way out of. But then he continued. “But, I was gonna show it to my friends! So, they would be there, too. I hope that’s okay.”

“Oh, yeah, of course.” Violet said.

“But, maybe you and I could grab dinner sometime! Just us. So we can talk 50s B-movies some more?” He asked, timidly. The switch from such high energy to quiet, unsure shyness was so endearing to Violet, she couldn’t help but feel flattered by his nervousness.

Now Violet was grinning. ‘Sure!” She realized she had no idea what his name was, and since he wasn’t about to buy anything, she wouldn’t find out through the name on his card. “What’s your name?”

“Oh, I’m sorry! I should’ve introduced myself earlier. I’m Ray.”

“Ray.” She repeated. “Hang on a second.” She went back to the counter and pulled out some receipt paper from the cash register. She wrote down her name and number. “Give me a call any time you wanna talk horror movies.” She popped the tape out of the player and handed it to him, along with the receipt paper.

“I will!” He practically stumbled out from behind the counter, not taking his eyes off of her. “I’ll see you soon, Violet!”

“Bye, Ray!” She waved, still blushing as he looked at her through the window as he walked down the sidewalk. “Ray…” she repeated softly to herself in the empty store. It seemed quieter than ever now that he was gone. The thought she had to hold on to, in order to get through her shift, was the last words he said to her. They would see each other again, soon.

#ghostbusters #ray stantz #the real ghostbusters #self ship #ray x violet #selfship #self shipping #janauary2024 #self insert fic #selfship fanfiction

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oph3liatlou · 11 months

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DISCLAIMER ; if you are requesting smut, i will only answer NON-anonymous requests - mainly because i wouldn’t be able to tell if you are a minor requesting or not and it makes me uncomfy…thanks! <3

WELCOME TO MY MASTERLIST hopefully you find something you like! a few rules before we start; you can request whatever you’d like - but sometimes i may not be able to meet your criteria and will politely decline. i don’t use y/n in my writings, most of my writings are female readers but - you can request otherwise. i do write smut, though it is not my main thing! when i do write smut, or reblog things with explicit content - it will be tagged. i don’t want anyone to get butthurt for no reason. if any minors interact with my posts tagged with 18+ content, they will be blocked. i don’t mean to be brutal but, it’s the reality of the world and i’m just trying to protect everyone. that being said, some content posted may not be within my values or likes (ie. kinks in my 18+ stories) don’t be rude to others for their likes & dislikes!

that being said, please re-blog, like & comment on my posts. it motivates me & makes me super happy 😊

THE LAST OF US / 2 07 characters | 08 works

STRANGER THINGS 07 characters | 0 works

CRIMINAL MINDS 06 characters | 0 works

SHADOW & BONE 10 characters | 01 works

HOUSE MD 05 characters | 01 works

SUPERNATURAL 05 characters | 01 works

HARRY POTTER 13 characters | 0 works

HOGWARTS LEGACY 04 characters | 0 works

MARVEL 15 characters | 02 works

SHAMELESS 08 characters | 0 works

HUNGER GAMES 07 characters | 02 works

SIX 06 characters | 0 works

DBH 01 characters | 01 works

OTHER (02 characters | 0 works)

- question 01 “u a person who resents things, y?”

- question 02 “what makes u lose feelings for someone?”

- question 03 “how do you like harry potter if you’ve read/seen it?”

- question 04 “have your friends changed your personality?”

- question 05 “how important is it for you to be perceived as honest?”

- question 06 “is there something atm that is wrong with you?”

- question 07 “who would you like to spend more time with?”

- question 08 “if you’re single, why?”

- question 09 “what dessert do you like the most?”

- question 10 “do you think you can fix a broken person?”

- question 11 “are you still in touch with friends from your childhood?”

- announcement 01 updated rules

- announcement 02 new social media links

#directory #tlou #tlou2 #writing #stranger things #criminal minds #shadow and bone #euphoria #house md #supernatural #harry potter #marvel #shameless #the hunger games

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jlf23tumble · 1 year

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Hiii hope you won’t mind this ask! I just found your blog and i’ve gone over it a bit and I saw you talking about h and l not being together and it made me curious about your larry thoughts!! You can answer in the tags if you don’t want to start discourse but I hope you do answer:((!

I don’t know if you think they’ve been together in the past/never together or just don’t care about it cause scrolling through Tumblr is a nightmare and I can’t see all your posts obviously ahaha but personally I thought they were together and I think they might have broken up in the last year or so. I got a strong sixth sense in general if you could call it that and lately I can sense something is different and I can see some people feel the same but don’t really discuss it openly so I wanted to hear your opinion.

The last thing that made me ‘sure’ they were still a thing while looking at the previous 12 years was harryween with hopelessly devoted to you and then Louis quoting it at his grease fav. After that I can’t really see something that makes me think “at that point they must have been together cause otherwise it wouldn’t make sense”. And paired it up with louis in particular being a bit strange in the last few months and with what you pointed out as well namely Harry doing everything he can to not be even thought to be on tour with L… As I said I don’t know when you started talking about a break up, but do you think that halloween’s occurance was still them being together or teasing each other from a distance or maybe just keeping larries at bay? And would you mind telling me then when you think their situation changed and what you think now? Sorry it’s so longggg and thank you if you take time to answer me <3

Helllllllo, I never mind any kind of ask! Granted, sometimes I might not answer but only because I'm overwhelmed, or it's the same ask in a row, or I'm not loving a sentence, or I just don't feel like it, or I think a bathroom shot is more appropriate, lmao, but this one? I got all the time in the world for you…so much so that I'll put it under the cut, since the ask is long enough itself, as shall the answer be!

Welcome to this mess, and wow, I'm so bowled over you even tried to scroll, I know trying to search tumblr.biz is a loser's lover's game, even for the loser lover who wrote it, so I won't even bother, but we can start fresh!

So my thoughts: Hell yeah, I think these two were together back in the day, probably almost immediately (see: the entire x-factor scandale with the blinds about all the fucking, the stairs interviews, ALL OF IT, screammmm). I don't know how long or even IF they were strictly monogamous, they were in a pressure cooker situation of near-constant contact with each other for five years, but I do think it eventually morphed into something open and/or then into a messy on again/off again situationship. That’s my current stance today, in fact—c'est messy!!!!

I’ll do the usual caveat that none of us actually KNOWS them, though, or what went down, we're only looking at what we see (and hear) and making a wild guess, and yet! Plenty of people see (and hear) the same thing and opt for a crazy reach with their whole chest, all to justify something happening between teenagers 13 years ago as if NOTHING would or could have changed since then. And some of those reaches make literally no sense, or they wash away anything that gets too close to that third rail of cognitive dissonance, the proverbial fingers in ears, lalalalala. I saw it recently on a post I made about clingy Harry with a stranger on the drunk WeHo trolley, with someone in the tags going, wait, I’ve never seen this! Of course you haven’t, that’s what an echo chamber does, bb!

Personally, I don't get that mindset—what’s so wrong about learning life is tough and things change for two literal strangers? Sure, we all love love and want the best for them, but shit happens in real life, too. Maybe it's easier to latch onto made-up receipts or straight up call a blue a green, but I think a big aspect of it is also the need to be right, to show you aren’t crazy, it’s real, and that gets frequently mixed in as being “supportive,” like you're some kind of homophobe if these two break up, as if two men fucking two other men somehow isn't worthy of your “support." But I’m here to say those two things actually can exist, something can be true in the past and not be true today, and it doesn’t negate the past bit, shocking, right?

Anyway, I digress. I feel like your sixth sense is on the money, and I'd love to hear more about it, either message me here or dm me about what tips you into that direction (hey!) because I feel like there is SO MUCH THAT DOES, yet few people really get into it. To me, it’s just a lot of content, so much content, the bare minimum being lyrics in multiple songs across a shit ton of albums, both solo and the very last 1D one. At this point, to me, Larry “proofs” sound insane (he wore green pants, they're MARRIED!!!!!), and part of me is like, kudos to you, Mr. Tomlinson, jesus loves you more than you will know, etc. Even that Harryween outfit of which you speak feels like a reach of a reach, a callback of a reach, mostly because it’s also not that deep, Grease isn't some tiny film nobody's seen, it's actually a remarkably easy group costume, AND it references things that could be nostalgic to two sets of people (larries and larry). I actually feel like these two at this point are either a) signaling to each other in some kinda way, like that monitor edgeplay shit they used to do (which works if you're together or apart, I might add), or b) cashing in some of that green blue green, if you feel me. And again, both of those could be true at once, they don't cancel each other out. I have two hands, I can hold a lotta thoughts!

It’s at this point where I start bangin’ the drum for garries because gaylors have it dead easy—you can be a gaylor and think that kaylor was a thing, but it doesn’t mean it’s STILL a thing to you, so whither garries!? I just don’t think a lot of today’s larries do themselves any favors by doubling down and driving out anyone who has questions. For the big ones, there’s no room for even whispering, hey, yeah, they were together, but they might have broken up, maybe??? It’s, like, NO!!! They’re mawwwwwwied, #husbands, they’ve only fucked one person, each other, let’s jump through a hoop that says Louis wearing green sweats is so LOUD (I’m not listening to lyrics, though, lalalalalala)!! It’s tragic and frankly dumb, but if you want to wallow in the persecution complex of it all, “everybody hates us ☹ (including Louis),” I guess the option is there, the whole us vs. them of it all that I’m just personally not into.

But I do feel like there’s some hope, it’s nice to see people coming around to the idea that, yeah, they WERE together and maybe they aren’t anymore, but it’s okay, it’s not the end of the world! It wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows, maybe they’ll reunite someday, or maybe it’s a goddamned hot mess, but you know what? Not my circus, not my monkeys! Granted, that part is harder for people who are mutuals with those who will not tolerate doubts even for a second—I just hope they venture off and find the other chill people, u know, the ones a lot of larries wish they saw on their dashes instead of hand-wringers, uh oh, oops, reaping = sowing.

I’m sorry, I’m ramblin’ here, let’s get back to your questions at the end of your ask! Do I think Harryween was them together or teasing each other or keeping larries at bay? Hmmmm, maybe a secret fourth thing: easy costume, easy global reference, and it’s not gonna keep larries at bay, lmao. Idk, man, for all we know (which, again, is literally nothing, nobody’s getting 24/7 content for 5 years straight anymore, such a bitter pill to swallow), maybe Grease is a fave movie of someone who’s in the new band, maybe Harry’s got a close personal friend who’s into it, too, maybe Louis's not the only guy in the world Harry’s dated who’s obsessed with Danny Zuko.

As for when do I think their situation changed, I think Eleanor was a big clue, breakup no. 1 was probably around their own breakup no. 1, she was an amazing proxy in so many ways, but I’m sure there were rifts and spats along the way (it even seeped into interviews that get written off as cute funsies or else are outright ignored because nobody watches beyond the gif format). I follow at least one person who talks about the '15 promo tour as giving very recent breakup energy, yet still has some fwb vibes, which means it's AWKWARD in spots, and I can see that. It would also explain why they were suddenly able to "sit together,” lol. Anyway, yes, that breakup (both times) was a big sign, I think no more peace ring was a HUGE sign, I think the writeups by Rob Sheffield (both of them, actually), especially the last paragraph of the Fine Line cover story was a NEON sign, and I think the last four albums by both of them spell it out, underline it, bold it, AND italicize it super clearly, but those are just the easy pickings (see also: Harry biking around daily to prove he’s not in Poland, Greece, etc., and the response is always, “We don’t know what day this was,” lmao).

What I think now is up above! I think it’s messy! Complicated! They aren’t #married! Now is that a forever thing? Who’s to say, and more importantly, who’s to really care on a “does this impacts my daily life in some kind of financial or spiritual way,” see further: circus, monkeys. I get that it’s easy to say, I interact with a lot of other people who don’t care and won't ostracize me for being a doubting Susan with my ~controversial thoughts and UOs. But there are those with faith in the future, so maybe it is as it was…hehe, oh me. I amuse myself, at least. Sorry this is an epic reply, and that it’s days late, I hope it gives you what you wanted to know! Anyone sending me garbage will get a bathroom response, peace and love.

#one direction #should i tag this larry receipts LMAO #burn that fucking fic tag to the ground

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hyliasblade · 2 years

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OOC/Rules

mun is kris. 24. they/them, anxious bastard lol

updated 7/3/23: the wrath month edition

the roulxs:

18+ only

minors and personals will be soft blocked. upon following again: hard block.

if you are a personal with an rp sideblog please make it clear on your blog or just tell me because otherwise you might get blocked.

minor MUSES are fine though

i read rules pages for every blog i follow that has one but i have a shit memory so if i accidentally breach one of your rules please let me know. or block me if it’s that egregious but please for the love of god do not publicly @ me who the fuck does that. do not make a callout post for me being forgetful like a fucking weirdo. if i breach a rule that is not on your rules page then i’m sorry, i’m not a mind reader.

on the “q slur:” i’ll do my best to tag is as “#q //” that’s q, two slashes. keep in mind i identify with that word, strongly. if it angers you that i would dare use a “"slur”“ to label myself or whatever, remember “gay” has seen just as much use as a slur. i grew up in the american south, i’ve heard both words used for the same harmful reasons. sorry if this comes off as angry or petty, but if you were continually told that “gay” is a slur and you shouldn’t use it for yourself, you’d be tired and angry too, wouldn’t you? i’ll do my best to tag for it, but i will die on this hill.

please tag spiders/scorpions/arachnids, hanging/nooses, and also maybe trypo/holes thanks

semi-selective i will roleplay with most fandoms, ocs, and muses also not moots exclusive.

please don’t like. involve me in drama or callouts or shit. i’m just here trying to play fucking online dolls

with the above said i do reserve the right to block/cease interacting with ppl who make me uncomfortable, just like you reserve the right to block/cease interacting with me if i make u uncomfortable. i prefer to try to come to some kind of understanding first, but sometimes it doesn’t work out that way

please note that i, the mun, am mentally ill and neurodivergent. in a lot of cases, my muses will share some of my own personal struggles to sort of like. explore these things myself and shit. link in particular shares a lot of my neurodivergencies and chronic pain. shit gets frustrating and sometimes roleplaying a tiny elf twink going thru the same shit helps a bit. u know how it is.

though link may act a bit naive and sometimes even childish, he is still very much an adult. not a “rule” exactly just something to keep in mind.

sorry if some of these seem overly detailed or serious. i’ve been around the block when it comes to rp tumblr i’m just trying to cover all my bases in at least a semi concise manner.

also sorry if any of this comes off as passive aggressive or rude. i can’t parse or regulate tone for shit like in an actual verbal conversation, trying to convey it thru text is damn near impossible for me lmao

i’m really just a tired nerd who is trying to have fun on this hellsite.

um that’s all i can think of for now may add or change more later thanks for reading have a great time

#pages

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askrockandfriends · 2 years

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KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER. ( REPOST DO NOT REBLOG ! )

🗡 name : ZM aka the Munatar

🗡 pronouns : He/Him

🗡 name of muse(s) : Rock, Anzu, Ken, Goh, and way too many to name here.

🗡 preference of communication : Tumblr or Discord

🗡 experience/how long (months/years?) : About 6 to 8 years. One of my first RPs I remember was a Team Rocket RP on Miiverse (Anyone remember that?) before Rock was even conceived. Years later, looking back on that same RP would inspire me to create one Kayo for my growing OC roster.

🗡 best experience : I don't know if I can really say one moment I can describe as my "best experience". I suppose the Monika Invades event where she made her unofficial debut with her friends and the Infiltration of Goh's Castle on Discord were both fun to write.

🗡 platforms you’ve used : Miiverse, Tumblr, Discord, and Amino.

🗡 rp pet peeves / dealbreakers : Hoo boy... everybody strap in - you just opened Pandora's Box, bitch. So... when people disrespect my character, try to change them to suit their needs, try to shine them in a light they're not supposed to be shined in, or think they know how to write my character better than I do. You don't. I know the character best, what makes them tic, and their general story direction. End of story. I also extremely dislike people trying to find ways to get around my rules (like sending in numerous asks in a row like an rp-but-not-rp when we're not mutuals), and random people sliding into my dms just to ask "wanna rp?" Here's a thought: if I wanted to rp, don't you think I would have followed or tried to interact already? This goes doubly for someone who just up and asks "can we be mutuals"? How about... can you be interesting enough to warrant being mutuals first? Please and thank you. All of this is a reason why I make my blog so hard to reach for anyone who I'm not already following. (Apologies if this makes me sound like a dick, but this stuff just annoys me to no end.)

Also, the copious amounts of anon hate I've seen people send to others over the years, friends or otherwise, is why I never allow anon on my blog. Sorry, but I'm just fed up with it all and really not interested in people's so-called "first amendment rights" anymore. Shit's supposed to come out your ass, not your mouth. You wouldn’t say it with your blog visible, then shut the fuck up. Thank you very much. (Whew...)

🗡 plots or memes : Both, really.

🗡 fluff, angst, or smut : Fluff. I hate angst, and smut goes on my 18+ blog, @allelitelewds.

🗡 long or short replies : Depends on what I'm given and how much of an idea I have for the thread.

🗡 best time to write : Whenever I have an idea of how to write something.

🗡 are you like your muse(s): Rock and Goh are basically my light and dark sides, respectively. Rock is my hopeful, optimistic side that's passionate about their hobbies and interests and just wants to do the right thing, mixed with some personal experiences like making music as a hobby and growing up in a small town, as well as the concept of a "protagonist" or "Player 1" in a video game. Goh is my meaner, angrier side that wants to get back at anyone who does me wrong even if it results in my own self-destruction, mixed with the concept of a "final boss" in a video game.

Tagged by: @cynthiaandsamus

Tagging: @astral-multiverse @ask-dark-monita @ask-ultimate-fashionista @bananabraiined @enigmaincrimson @hoshi-neko-hikari @stalkerkyoko @shootingxstardust @darkseraphscorner @rockingmusician

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steam-draws · 10 months

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Announcement:

Alright, I have officially had it with Tumblr not giving a shit about their artists. It is extremely discouraging to share a work that you've worked hard on for hours, days, weeks, or even months, only to get a couple likes. I know nobody is obligated to share every work they see, and that’s fair enough, but small artists like myself rarely get any reblogs at all. I have some followers who add likes to my work but have never reblogged a single thing. Ever. While likes are still a nice gesture that I appreciate, nobody looks at them, and most people have that option turned off. I am done pouring my heart and soul into a piece of art that nobody will care about. I didn’t think this was too much to ask for.

To those few who have supported me and shared my work, thank you so much. I see you and I appreciate you. You’re the reason artists get any exposure (for work that we’re offering for free), and that’s awesome.

That being said, I am moving to Instagram. If I am only ever going to get likes on my work, I might as well move to a platform where that will benefit me. I am not deleting this blog, but I will no longer be posting here for the time being. My other blogs will remain active, but I will no longer be sharing my art there, either.

I love sharing my work with other people; lots of artists do. It’s a very human thing to want to show others something you made that you’re proud of. But trying to do this on Tumblr is just shouting into a void. Tumblr, unlike other platforms, works by reblogs. Likes and tags don’t circulate posts as well as they should. If your work is never shared, no matter how many times you reblog it yourself, nobody will ever see it. That defeats the purpose of sharing anything in the first place. I have been told to just share my work because I’m proud of it, not for any attention. But that is the entire point of sharing it online. Otherwise I would just keep my work in my personal library, never to see the light of day. Wouldn’t you want to show people something you created? Wouldn’t it be discouraging to hear them say, “Yeah, I guess that’s kind of cool, but not enough for me to care?”

I hate having to do this, but my efforts over the years to be seen just haven’t been enough. I can't make anybody understand what this feels like, as much as I’ve tried. Even the PSA posts I’ve shared about supporting artists get more notes and reblogs than my actual art. That doesn’t make any sense. That’s a very transparent way of showing just what one thinks of someone’s art.

If you are still interested in following me, my Instagram name is "steam_draws." It's the same name as this blog but with an underscore instead of a hyphen.

I hope this doesn’t come off as too harsh, as serious as I am about this. I just want smaller artists to get the recognition they work so hard for.

~ Thank you for reading.

#artists on tumblr #my post #I might still post the mental health definitions post here though #since a lot of people need to see it #but probably to my main blog

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dogsgone · 1 year

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ooc/rules/cw

mun is kris. 24. they/them, anxious bastard lol

updated 7/3/23: the wrath month edition

the roulxs:

18+ only

minors and personals will be soft blocked. upon following again: hard block.

if you are a personal with an rp sideblog please make it clear on your blog or just tell me because otherwise you might get blocked.

minor MUSES are fine though

please tag spiders/scorpions/arachnids, hanging/nooses, and also maybe trypo/holes thanks

semi-selective i will roleplay with most fandoms, ocs, and muses also not moots exclusive.

please don’t like. involve me in drama or callouts or shit. i’m just here trying to play fucking online dolls

though link may act a bit naive and sometimes even childish, he is still very much an adult. not a “rule” exactly just something to keep in mind.

sorry if some of these seem overly detailed or serious. i’ve been around the block when it comes to rp tumblr i’m just trying to cover all my bases in at least a semi concise manner.

i’m really just a tired nerd who is trying to have fun on this hellsite.

um that’s all i can think of for now may add or change more later thanks for reading have a great time

content warnings:

Content warnings for this blog include, but may not be limited to:

- Religious trauma

- Violence, death, etc.

- The inherent psychological torment that comes with being cursed to reincarnate forever and ever, only to be brought into the world when evil once again threatens to destroy everything, and having only a single use and purpose in life to the goddess one serves, that being the wielder of her sacred blade to seal away the evil once more, until it inevitably rears its ugly head again. I guess this goes under religious trauma.

- Mental illness and trauma in general.

- Lycanthropy.

That’s all I can think of for now; if more comes up, I’ll add to this list, and as always, if I’m unsure of anything, I will tag it with #ask to tag, so feel free to blacklist that tag if you need to.

#pages

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take-ya-to-the-ghey-bar · 1 year

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Darling anon (i feel a bit less stressed and kinda find that being my tag name kinda amusing to me but it’s mainly to identify as the same person etc.) (feel free not to answer this but this is just a response msg rather than leaving it open so you know I’ve read it)

I appreciate you taking the time to reply and thanks for also understanding, a lot of people might’ve gotten angry over me mentioning stuff like that though I didn’t expect you to as I enjoy the blog as I said, seems like a safe space, and you seem like a kind person.

I also rationalised with myself about how it could just be that as a woman you hadn’t considered anything like that off the bat as you perhaps weren’t used to it, or don’t experience it etc. so it wouldn’t of been actual judgment, just simple inexperience.. though I thought I’d set it straight as well as I also didn’t want to leave you feeling weirded out either and it didn’t sit right considering the intent of the ask was to send get well vibes/check in you’re alright as sometimes people just need that.

(I don’t hate you for role playing a gay guy, anyone should be allowed to RP anything as long as they’re sensitive/respectful to real life people as well, I only would’ve felt unhappy if it was that you RPd a gay character but weren’t understanding/got funny about real life behaviours or more intolerant to irl gay peoples behaviour/speech/all that, just as some women I’ve come across treat real gay people very different to their favourite gay characters, even if it’s positive obviously there’s such thing as positive homophobia as well, and I needed to understand what was happening.)

Hi again dear~, and i know you said i haven't got to answer this-- but, in turn i wanted to do so just so you know i've seen and read your message as well-- (it just took me a bit to reply this time as i was waiting until i had my laptop again)

Anyway though, i'd like to open this reply with a small apology for if i've misinterpreted/misunderstood anything from both this and your last message, given that sometimes my comprehension can be a little iffy-- But aside from that, i'm still glad to hear that you enjoy my blog~ and still think i seem like a good person even if that initial ask gave an impression i wasn't aiming to give--

Seeing as i do try my best to be an understanding person, and even in moments when i might not fully understand, i'll try my best not to treat anyone without at least a little kindness-- (unless they've done something to deserve otherwise, but that's another issue all together--)

And yes i do admit that thanks to both my status as a woman, and in part thanks to my background as well, i may not have as much experience/understanding of things in a gay/queer space-- i again try my best to be understanding about things i may not know much about, and hopefully plan to learn more about these things in the future… I do appreciate you trying to be understanding with me in return about that, though~ and very much still appreciate the good vibes you originally came to send💕

(aaaa i'm glad to know you don't hate me for soemthing like that-- as i agree, anyone should be allowed to rp whatever they like, so long as they're respectful and such to those irl it may deal with or effect-- because i 100% don't agree with anyone who would treat, for this example, someone gay in real life differently than you would any other person-- even if you do so in a way that's seemingly positive, but like you said, instead ends up being positive homophobia-- because to me, regardless of who a person is, so long as they treat you kindly/with respect they deserve the same in return--)

And to close out this ask, i apologize if i didn't touch on all your points-- But for now this is the best response my brain can give me, so i hope it covers things well enough ; w ;" Tough i'll also close with wishing you well, and hoping that you're having a wonderful day~

#{|ooc post|}#{|There... Satisfied now?: Asks|}#{|Looks like ya forgot the lens cap: Anonymous|}

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soleminisanction · 2 years

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If you ever have the time/interest, would you break down the canon surrounding Stephanie’s economic circumstances/home life? It seems like a lot of people have chosen to take it a specific way so I’d love to see your reasoning

Sure. Thanks for asking, it's honestly a fun topic.

Y’know it’s funny—I actually happen to own something that I think most people, even most Steph fans, haven’t seen: Steph’s first appearance. Not her Robin first appearance, her Detective Comics first appearance, her actual introduction. I happened to pick them up by accident at a con a few years ago because they’re also some of Tim’s first cover appearances.

Other people might disagree with me on this, but I like to go back to the characters’ origins whenever I can to find the baseline of what they were originally intended to be and try to bring later interpretations in line with that. I like to think of retcons as new revelations, new plot twists in an ongoing story, and not a way to reset aspects of the past just to fit your story. It works especially well for this because Steph’s socio-economic status doesn’t actually change, there’s just kind of a game of telephone that happens across the decades that leads people to misunderstand.

One thing worth noting in these early issues is just how much Steph, a 16-year-old girl, has at her disposal before she ever even glimpses Batman and Robin. Literally the first shot we ever see of the Spoiler is this:

And because I am, in fact, that kind of nerd, I have gone in a couple of times and dug out old era-appropriate electronics magazines to figure out what that piece of equipment would cost you in 1992. Baseline for a parabolic microphone is $600, and that price is for much larger, more delicate pieces of equipment meant to be used for like, outdoor nature shoots, which wouldn’t be able to hear through glass. Steph probably dropped $1,000 on that microphone alone.

Remember also that her costume is homemade—she doesn’t have any other way of getting it. She’s also shown using some pretty elaborate climbing and painting gear, with no indication that they were stolen or borrowed or anything, and you can see that she’s got a pretty well-stocked utility belt there.

Again, for some reason people tend to forget or overlook this but, right up until she demanded Bruce make her Robin, Steph operated as Spoiler with zero Bat support. She got some hand-to-hand training from Cass late in the game and tagged along on some of Tim’s assignments, but was otherwise being actively discouraged from vigilantism for most of her career. She made her own costume, bought her own equipment, and maintained her own motorcycle, all without the financial support of either Batman or her parents.

So right off the bat we know she’s a teenage girl with a not-insignificant amount of personal disposable income, the only hinted source of which is the implication she works a part-time job somewhere—which I don’t think is ever brought up again when she reappears in Robin.

We all know minimum wage went further in 1992 than it does now, but it didn’t go that much further. So it’s reasonable to assume that Steph has access to at least some money from her parents to support her vigilante habit, whether that’s in the form of an allowance, gifts that she carefully manages between Christmas and birthdays, or money that she’s able to just, take from Crystal without her noticing.

But this page is more important to our current interests because it’s also when we see Steph’s neighborhood for the first time. We’re told here that Steph and her mother (who is called Mrs. Agnes Bellinger in this comic, although it’s possible she was using a fake name to visit her ex in prison) live in what is described as “115 South Holden Street, in Manchester.”

Now keep in mind, the Gotham City map can be extremely fluid and tends to change depending on the needs of the story. But there have been attempts to map it, and “Manchester” has never been on any of those maps, so we have to do some extrapolation. At the very least, we can tell the neighborhood is clearly not in the city, given the very deliberate angle there in the first panel to show that they’re well away from the crowded downtown Gotham skyline.

This implies that Manchester is intended to be one of the mainland suburbs that feeds the island city of Gotham, similar to Bristol Township where the Wayne and Drake Manors are located. It’s not nearly as nice a neighborhood as Bristol—note the fenced-in front lawns, the broken shutters on the neighboring houses, and the vaguely racist lawn ornament on the Brown’s property—but it’s also not some rundown slum. People aren’t afraid to let kids play in their front yards or leave their garage doors standing open. And you'll note those aren't trailers, either, they're decently-sized suburban homes.

Also worth noting: Crystal seems to keep this house perfectly fine on her own as a single mother. Arthur doesn’t live with them; when he’s shown having residences it tends to be apartments in the city by himself, and it’s not like he could support them from prison or with his ill-gotten criminal gains. And yet, we don’t see Steph or Crystal worrying at all about bills or mortgages or anything like that throughout any of their appearances. We see the interior of their house on several occasions and, while it’s often messy, it’s not in disrepair or neglect.

This is a constant portrayal throughout all of Steph's appearances, from Robin through even her run as Batgirl. So, with that in mind, where does the idea that Steph is poor come from? Well, I’ve got a couple of theories.

One is the usual comics fandom problem: canon is huge, nobody can keep up with all of it, and some people go out of their way to be assholes about it, so misinformation gets spread like wildfire, in no small part because Steph is a character that a lot of people use as a self-insert and therefore she must be the misunderstood underdog in all things.

But on the more-interesting-to-talk-about front… I don’t think it’s controversial to say that Steph’s first big storyline was her pregnancy. Yeah? Like, it’s the first story involving her that really started getting critical attention. Whether it deserves that attention is more open to debate—personally, since reading Icon & Rocket for the first time, I’ve come to view it as Dixon pulling the comic book equivalent of white guys repackaging black music and watering it down—but the important thing right now is that it’s the first time people would’ve been specifically reading the Robin comics for Stephanie Brown. And in those comics, Steph’s house is shown as visibly run-down, covered in cracks and disrepair.

Thing is, there’s a context that people miss if you’re reading for the baby storyline and nothing else: this storyline plays out over the last days of “Aftershock” and early months of “No Man’s Land,” the storyline where Gotham is racked by a destructive earthquake that nearly levels the city and is abandoned by the federal government.

Again, we get the reinforced confirmation that Steph’s house isn’t actually in Gotham because it’s not destroyed in the quake—the neighborhood is damaged and briefly evacuated due to a gas line rupture in the immediate aftermath, but once that’s cleared up they’re free to return home, and their suburb is not part of the federal government's evacuation. Nearly every building in Gotham is shown with similar damage during this time, including Drake Manor.

This storyline also plays into, I think, the stereotypes that people jump on when it comes to Steph’s socioeconomic status. Like I’ve mentioned before: Arthur is a criminal, Crystal is a drug addict, and Steph is a teen mom. Therefore, they must be poor, right? Because good middle class families supposedly don’t have those kinds of problems.

But, as I’ve mentioned before, that’s an inaccurate stereotype that ignores reality: plenty of drug addicts, criminals and teen moms live in the suburbs. And the Browns’ specific circumstances are distinctly atypical of the stereotype—Arthur’s not some down-on-his-luck thief pushed to crime by economic hardship, he’s an arrogant former gameshow host who thinks he’s smarter than everyone else and resents the world for not handing him the success he feels entitled to. Crystal’s not some crack addict, she’s a working nurse who used to get her doctor friends to write her scripts for prescription painkillers. And Steph is just a teenage girl who slept with a boy and got pregnant, with the costs of prenatal care and/or childrearing never seeming to be a factor in her decision to bring the child to term and give it up for adoption.

I could go on but that’s pretty much the long and short of it: Steph is simply not shown as being poor in the comics. Ever. She’s not rich, she does clearly rely on her fists much more than any gadgets or fancy gear and lives with her mother rather than moving out on her own for college, but she’s also never shown worrying about student loans and can apparently pay for all her classes with some government assistance and a part-time job alone.

People just assume that she’s poor because they’re misinformed, or they’re projecting, or they’ve got biases they haven’t examined, or they need her to be an underdog to justify their argument against one of the other characters, or they really want her to be buddy-buds with Jason for some reason.

Or, y’know, they just don’t want to acknowledge that they’re rooting for a middle-class white girl from the suburbs who commutes into the inner city to pick fights for fun.

#stephanie brown #is this critical? I honestly can't tell I don't think it's criticism to point out that she's not poor #dc comics #batgirls #robin #detective comics #meta #ask me stuff #anon ask #crystal brown #dc #arthur brown #the cluemaster

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Golden Boy (Izuku x Reader)

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Pairing: Izuku x Reader

Summary: Izuku was a nice boy, except when it came to you. Yup, UA’s golden boy really knew how to treat a slut like you.

Content Warnings: Dubcon, slight noncon, dacryphilia, size kink, face fucking, overstimulation, creampie, degradation, humiliation, spit kink, choking, finger choking, pet names, ooc izuku

Word Count: 5.6k

A/N: I got SCARY h-word over this man and decided that I literally wanted him to hurt me and spit in my mouth. He’s too nice to not be a fucking freak, goodbye.

Anyway, thank you to @eremiie , @mikaberries , and @veroyktv for beta-reading this!! I appreciate y’all !

Izuku tormented you all through high school. It was almost shameful to admit the way that his gentle teases melted into something far more sinister as the weeks bled into months and years. What started as subtle comments turned into outright taunts and then the contactless threats no longer remained empty.

No one believed you. And who would?

Izuku was a model student and a good friend, someone with a kind disposition who wanted nothing more than to become the greatest hero. What reason could he possibly have to bully you? You’d never done anything to him.

But he did. For three years he mercilessly taunted you and it only got worse your final year.

Izuku would pinch at your thighs, sneering at you in the hallways when no one was looking. He’d snake his hand up your skirt and squeeze the supple flesh hard enough to leave bruises that eventually littered the entire inside of your thigh. They looked incredibly vulgar and Izuku would torment you about it endlessly, despite knowing that he’s the one who left them.

He’d crowd you against the lockers after most people had gone home, knowing you’d be there late after your tutoring sessions.

“Tsk. Quite some marks you’ve got there.” He’d say, stepping up to you, his broad shoulders squared, a half smile creeping onto his face as his eyes studied the inside of your thighs. The marks littered the otherwise smooth skin, visible when looking at you from the front.

“You get them from slutting yourself out?” Izuku would ask, stepping toward you again. “Y’look like a bit of a whore, don’t you?”

He’d lean in close to your ear, venom seeping into each of his words as he cornered you. His hand crept up your skirt, eyes trained on yours which widened with fear as he pinched down, relishing in the yelp of pain that escaped you.

You wondered how someone like Izuku could make you feel so small and so insignificant.You couldn’t even bat his hand away as he made a fool of you, pinching at the inside of your leg with thick, calloused, and scarred fingers. It didn’t matter how tall or strong you were because it always seemed that Izuku was bigger, domineering in attitude and words. He really did know how to reduce you to a helpless thing.

It seemed Izuku was growing more desperate by the day as graduation gradually crept closer. It was like he made less of an effort to hide it, blowing into your ear and whispering vile shit to you while in class, things that would make anyone squirm in their seat. He’d start bumping into you, singling you out, making an effort to get you noticed by his friends so he could have you as a little plaything whenever they hung out.

And you let him. You let him make a toy out of you, tagging along with Iida, Uraraka, and Asui on Saturday outings, letting Izuku pinch and prod at you from across a restaurant table.

The truth was, Izuku Midoriya fucking terrified you.

So you couldn’t say no to him. To everyone else you looked like nothing more or less than one of his many admirable friends. Promising quirk and a promising future, what a match for UA’s golden boy.

You were at your wits end and by the time graduation rolled around. No one listened to you. Hell, people often brushed off Izuku’s very genuine threats as classic childhood teasing. “You’re such a good sport!” they’d say as Izuku patted your back, laughing an all too cheery “just kidding!”

How were you supposed to focus on graduation day, all dolled up in your cap and gown, unwilling to admit to yourself that maybe it was for him? Still, you found yourself automatically flinching whenever Izuku came around, eyes following him across the lawn as he ignored you in favor of photos. Izuku had a promising job offer waiting for him, and his many awards won during the ceremony earned him several congratulatory handshakes as well as pictures for the school’s newsletter.

Still, he’d catch your eye when smiling for the camera, an all to familiar glint in them. His smile made you sick to your stomach, made it churn in the worst of ways. It was doing back flips as he stalked across the lawn towards you until his sturdy frame was against yours. He leaned down, lips brushing beside your ear to whisper one final taunt.

“It’s a shame you’re not wearing that little skirt of yours,” Izuku breathed, eyes flitting over the cap and gown. “Would have liked to pinch those skank thighs of yours one last time. S’what you deserve.”

And then he stood there, watching the way tears began to crowd your waterline, threatening to spill over as three years of tormentation came to what felt like an underwhelming head. Izuku tilted his head, watching the way water stained your made-up cheeks, before taking his thumb and wiping the tears from your eyes.

“Don’t cry, doll.” He taunted, voice far too sweet for the words that fell from his lips. “I’m not near done with you yet.”

Why was his tone so comforting? So confusing that you weren’t sure if it was dread or relief that filled your senses, ears suddenly feeling clogged with water. Your eyes darted from his to anyone on the lawn who could see you, who might be watching as Izuku pushed you to tears with only a few words, until you caught Bakugou’s gaze.

Ah, Bakugou Katsuki, someone who’s done to Izuku what he does to you. It’s a bit of a fucked up little triangle because while Izuku was bullied by him and you are bullied by Izuku, you couldn’t help but hope that Bakugou would be the one taunting you, the one pinching your thighs. At least that’s what you told yourself. Maybe he’d help you, after all, he was probably the only person who’d believe you in the first place.

So once Izuku had wiped your tears with a condescending thumb and left to go partake of other party activities, you pulled Katsuki aside by the shoulder, fingers digging into the meat of his bicep.

“What in th- you?! The fuck are you doing?” Bakugou asked, eyebrows furrowed in the permanent scowl that he wore so frequently.

“Sh, look please just, hear me out.” You spoke, voice hushed as your eyes shifted around. You had the feeling that if Izu saw you with him, you’d be in for it. “I just- I really need help.”

Bakugou was about to scoff, was about to roll his eyes and walk away until he saw the redness under your eyes that the makeup couldn’t hide. The way you sniffled slightly as you asked and the way you looked to the floor. He’d never seen you like this, almost broken. It was something he’d seen often in Izuku, but something about seeing you like this made him ache.

“What?” He responded, trying not to seem too invested.

“It’s Midoriya.” Your voice grew quiet, almost in shame as you spoke the formal version of his name.

“And?” Bakugou was impatient. He cared about you but not enough to sit here for five minutes while you stuttered. “Spit it out.”

“He- he won’t leave me alone.” The words tumble from your lips so fast and before you know it, your hands are balled into fists on his chest, the material of his gown scrunched inside them in a plea. “He’s a nightmare, he pinches me and says the most awful shit to me. I- I mean, the inside of my legs and thighs are littered with bruises and n-no one believes me.”

“Midoriya? As in, ‘shitty deku’ Midoriya?” Bakugou takes a step back in slight shock.

“Yes!” You shout, far louder than you intended, pulling him closer slightly as you hush your tone in a whisper. “What the fuck am I supposed to do?”

He nudged you off of him, brushing off his gown. Bakugou would be lying if he said it didn’t make his blood boil. Sure, him and Midoriya had buried the hatchet a long time ago but he still wanted dirt on the guy, plus he thought it was a coward move for him to bully someone as pretty as you. Though after seeing the way your eyes get wide in fear, he can’t say that it wasn’t incredibly tempting. There was something enticing about how you looked when you begged, no doubt Izuku saw it too.

“You’re too sensitive.” He scoffed, meeting you gaze and watching the way your expression fell. “What you do is graduate and forget about that shitty extra. There’s really nothing else to it.”

You reached for him again out of habit this time, like if he turned around now you’d really be thrown to the wolves.

“N-no, Bakugou, please.” You plead again, tears once again gathering in the corners of your eyes. “I-I can’t. I just need help.”

Oh, he gets it now.

He sees what makes you so appealing, what makes it so easy to walk all over you. You looked pretty when you cried. So he leaned in, his scowl turning into a smirk before speaking again.

“No.” Bakugou’s smirk turned into an outright grin, eyes crinkling at the corners before he stood back up. “I graduated. Shitty Deku is your problem, not mine. Deal with it yourself. Just stop talking to him or whatever.”

And with a wave of his hand he was off, walking towards his group of friends. Well, there goes your life line, the one person who actually believed that Izuku was tormenting you wouldn’t even lend you a helping hand. You supposed it was too much to hope though, and he was right, you could forget… stop talking to him. Why did the idea of that suck almost as much as staying under this thumb?

“____!” Bunette locks bounced as your friend came towards you, hand outstretched in a wave before she pulled you into a hug. “We’re all going to Midoriya’s place to celebrate graduating, come with?”

You liked Uraraka. Well, you actually liked all of Izuku’s friends. They were sweet and honestly none-the-wiser to Izuku’s torments and taunts. She wore the kindest smile, eyes bright with the excitement of finally starting her adult life.

You glanced at the rest of them, eyes flitting around friendly faces until your gaze met Izuku’s. He looked upset, eyebrows furrowed slightly and eyes cold as he stood there. They all agreed, urging you to go before Izuku spoke up, smiling gently at you over the top of Uraraka’s head.

“You should come. We’ll miss you if you don’t.” The rest of the group nods their agreement, but it wasn’t them that pulled the small okay from your lips. It was Izuku, the way his eyes had a threatening glint to them as he spoke, a smile creeping into them in the most unsettling of ways. Your stomach was turning again, twisting over and over because something about the way Izuku looked at you made you squirm.

“Yay! Okay, we’re all gonna meet there after!” She smiled, taking your hands in hers and giving a small squeal. “It’s gonna be so fun!”

And with that she was bouncing off with Asui in the direction of Kaminari and Kirishima.

Izuku stayed behind, walking slower than his friends so he could bend down to speak to you. You could feel his breath against your neck as he spoke, words sending shivers down your spine. Despite the way your heart hammered against your rib cage, you tilted your head to hear him better.

“You better be there, doll.” He muttered. “It’ll be worse for you if you’re not. Be a good girl for once, yeah?”

He sounded more upset than usual, hand coming up to squeeze your shoulder hard enough to make you flinch, and when you looked up to meet his eyes, he didn’t wear his standard grin. Izuku looked angry, furious even. It made your skin crawl, made heat creep up your neck and onto your cheeks so furiously that you found it hard to see through.

All you could do was nod, fighting the pout that tried so hard to paint your face. You squeezed your thighs together instinctively at the phrase. He never praised you, not even once. Hearing the words “good girl” drip from his lips so angrily made them fly shamefully south. He gave a small laugh before walking off. It was almost like he knew, leaving you to rub at your sore shoulder.

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Why were you here? You could have just not come and then you never would have had to see Izuku again, never would have had to deal with him until one day in the future when you’re too successful a hero to pinch. Still, you wouldn’t admit it to yourself or anyone else, but you might miss him. The teasing was a nightmare but it was attention, something that reminded you that at least Izuku still saw you.

He couldn’t be ignoring you if he was calling you a slut.

You arrived after everyone and Izuku opened the door for you with a jeering grin before stepping aside to let you in, pinching at your thigh again. He noticed immediately that you wore a skirt and he didn’t have to wonder why. It was an invitation for him, of course.

You’d actually never been to Izuku’s house, so sitting in his living room eating snacks and drinking was unusual to say the least. It was surprising because beyond pinching you in the doorway, Izuku was being oddly kind.

He sat next to you, his thigh pressed against yours, but he didn’t try anything. Didn’t whisper in your ear or grab at the fat on your side. You couldn’t help but ask yourself why. Even as the latter half of the day droned on, you were on edge despite being treated, finally, like one of the group. What did you do wrong? Was he no longer interested in you? Most importantly though, why were you upset that he wasn’t pushing your buttons?

The end of the day came quickly, dark settling over the house while everyone gathered their things to leave. You’d all walk home together, leaving Izuku alone in his house. He smiled as everyone waved goodbye, bittersweet tears in his eyes as his final high school hang out came to a close. He cried at the ceremony while delivering his speech and then again at his house while Uraraka babbled on about her appreciation of UA. You can’t say you felt the same.

“Not ____.” He said as you slipped on your shoes, placing a hand on your shoulder. “I’ll walk her home since she lives in the opposite direction. Plus, I gotta give her something.”

Izuku smiles at his friends, who all nod their understanding. They wouldn’t suspect that he’d do anything wrong, that he’d be keeping you behind to maybe, finally, torment you. What a fucked up way of thinking. The door to his house clicked shut and your blood ran far colder than you thought it would as he approached you.

“What’s wrong, doll?” He taunted, a fake pout adorning his features. “Thought I’d let you off easy? After today?”

Izuku raised an eyebrow before rolling his eyes at the realization that you don’t know what he’s talking about.

“Wow, you really are a slut aren’t you? Clinging to Bakugou so shamelessly today?” He scowled looked over you.

Your eyes widened, lips parting as you remembered grabbing at Bakugou’s shirt, pulling him towards you earlier that day in a plea for help.

“Did you think he would help you?” He sneered. “Bakugou’s just like me. He doesn’t care about a whore like you. Did you think that if you pushed against him like that he’d cave? Fold because your perfect body was flush on him?”

Izuku took your face between his pointer and thumb, spitting venom at you, waiting for you to respond. His compliment flew over your head.

“N-no.” Yes. “I swear Izuku… I- I didn’t-”

“You- you- you didn’t what?” Izuku responded, mocking your miserable stutter. “You’re my toy. Pisses me off when you let other people play with you.”

And then he’s dragging you towards his room, pulling you into the cramped space and closing the door behind him. He’s muttering like he usually does, pushing you onto his bed so you’re sitting on the edge.

Why were you so relieved right now? Why was your cunt already sticky with arousal? Why did every single word he was saying to you go straight south? You take your bottom lip between your teeth trying to find a way to shake your head in protest— to get up and leave— but the movement just wouldn’t come. Instead, you hang your head, eyebrows pulled up and cheeks flushed with heat as he stares you down.

“Why are you doing this?” Your voice is barely a whisper, hardly audible over the sound of his frustrated breathing and your own rampant heart beat. “I’ve never done anything to you.”

Izuku scoffed this time, stepping forward and taking your face in his hands again.

“Haven’t done anything?” His words are venomous and his face is inches from yours, hot breath fanning across your cheeks. Were his hands always this big? “Dressing like that and saying you ‘haven’t done anything’?”

His eyes flit down to the fat of your thighs, free hand groping the flesh hungrily, hard enough that it had you sucking in a sharp breath. Izuku couldn’t take it anymore, squeezing your cheeks and pressing his lips to yours in an aggressive kiss.

Truth was, you drove Izuku batshit crazy. Right from the moment he saw you he could hardly contain himself, prancing around in that tiny fucking skirt with an ass like that. Daring to act so innocent when he was gripping the edge of his desk to keep from pouncing on you as you introduced yourself to him, as you hung all over his middle school bully, or as you flashed your hot pink panties while in class.

To him, you were asking for it and the way you played dumb only made his blood boil further. Izuku was a nice boy, always had been, but the day that he made you cry, telling you that you kind of looked like a slut in your skirt, was the day he knew that he’d have way too much fun with you.

Your eyes got so big, welled up so quickly with tears that he knew were caused by him. It made him proud, made his chest swell at how quickly he could completely ruin your day. This must be how Bakugou felt, to some degree, except chances are that he wasn’t thinking about what your puffy, swollen lips might look like when you’re choking on his cock.

He’d been thinking about it since he met you. Pushing you further and further because you were just so fucking cute when you cried and if he couldn’t consume your thoughts because you like him, then he’d have to settle for consuming them because you’re afraid of him.

You grunted against him, eyes going wide as his lips crashed into yours. You were spinning, heart pounding as his tongue dipped into your mouth hungrily. He pulled away from you quickly.

“Drive me fuckin’ crazy, looking like that.” Izuku seethed. “If you’re gonna play clueless, y’might as well make use of yourself. S’what you deserve.”

And without asking he pushed you from the bed and onto your knees in front of him. You knew where it was going, knew that Izuku wasn’t going to let up because this boundary was being crossed. Still, you shamefully rubbed your thighs together, blinking up at him in confusion and arousal.

“Such a whore.” He said, freeing his cock from his pants and letting it slap against his stomach. Izuku relished in the way your eyes widened, in the way you unconsciously licked your lips. And then he’s tapping the side of your mouth with his cock, head tilted back in a taunt as he watches the way your eyes brim with premature tears. He’d show you real crying.

“Suck it.” A simple command, but one that had you shivering. He kept his hand on your shoulder while his fingers dug into it with a force that was all too familiar. is cock throbbed in his hands as you sniffled and parted those pretty, glossed lips.

Izuku didn’t wait, no, he couldn’t wait, pushing his full length to the back of your throat and beyond, groaning when it entered the tight, wet space beyond your mouth. His head fell back and his mouth fell open at the way you choked on him. Tears forced their way out of your eyes and down your cheeks as he began fucking your mouth.

“Y-you’re a real crybaby, huh?” He cooed, a lazy half-smirk gracing his face. “You did this to yourself. Such– a fucking– tease.”

He accentuated his words with harsh thrusts into your throat, drool pooling in your mouth and dribbling down his cock to his balls. It ran down your chin, mingling with tears as he continued to fuck your throat.

Izuku was big, far bigger than you expected him to be. He completely filled your throat, stretching your unprepared mouth open. You could feel the sides of your mouth pulling at his size, lips cracking as you struggled to take all of him with each of his thrusts. Still, when you looked up at him through big teary eyes, knees growing sore from the way his fist held you to the floor, other hand pulling you against his cock, your cunt grew wet with arousal.

He pulled you off him by your hair, watching the way you gasped and sputtered and sobbed. He loved the scratch in your throat as you coughed and he picked you up by the arm and crawled between your legs.

“Wearing such a tiny skirt to my house.” He spit. “You knew what you were doing, lookin’ like that with your ass out and shit.”

Izuku’s eyes scanned over you hungrily, like he’s been waiting to get you here for so long. Fuck, he still looked big, hovering over you and supporting his entire weight on one of his arms as his other hand wandered down. He flipped up the fabric of your skirt, admiring the way you flinched as his hand ran up your inner thigh.

His hands ran over your figure, squeezing at the fat of your stomach, thighs, and chest. Izuku has been dying to get a piece of you since you met, since he first laid eyes on that frustratingly sexy figure of yours that led him to spiral to this moment. His hands dipped back to your inner thigh, ensuring that your skirt was out of the way, though it was so small already that it proved no obstacle at all.

His breathing grew heavy, hand gently gliding along the supple flesh that he’s pinched so many times, marks from your final day of classes still fading. Izuku’s eyebrows were furrowed together as his hands found your panties, touching you over the fabric that was now soaked through. His eyes snapped to you so fast as he pulled the fabric aside with calloused fingers, wasting no time dipping his fingers into your soaking folds.

“You fucking pervert.” He sneered, glancing down to show you just how wet you’d gotten, all for him. “You like it when I’m mean to you? So fucking dirty.”

Izuku rubbed a swift circle around your clit and you brought your arm up to hide your face, biting into your forearm to muffle the sounds. You shook your head, squeaking out a no as his fingers curled up into you.

“You sure about that? You’re dripping.” Izuku grunted, curling his fingers with his entire forearm and hearing a moan from you. “See? Fucking slut, giving me those eyes, like a lost puppy.”

It was undeniable how you clenched around him and he let out a curt laugh of disbelief.

“Oh… you like that name, don’t you, puppy?” He dipped down to bite at your neck, humming into the skin.

You squirm beneath him but he has you caged in under, your legs unable to move around. Your stomach still turned in fear of him, but that fear was mixing with the intense pleasure building in your core. Even his fingers were a stretch and you could feel his thick cock hitting your abdomen with each aggressive curl, your mind consumed with just how good it would feel for him to break you open. After all, he’s chipped away at almost every ounce of self respect you had. In fact, he practically already owned you mentally, now he was just claiming what he should rightfully own physically.

“I hate girls like you.” He spat, fingers picking up their pace as you were sent barrelling towards your high. “Acting like you don’t know what you’re doing to me. So fucking stupid. But look at you now— Your cunt is practically drooling on me— pathetic.”

You were close, hot with arousal as he lifted your arm from your face.

“Getting close huh? I can feel your whore cunt clenching. Y’wanna cum?” He grinned widely through furrowed brows.

Your eyes were glossed over, tears spilling onto your cheeks and for a moment Izuku almost felt bad for you. Still though, you were just too fun to fuck with, too fun to absolutely ruin. You looked prettier than he could have imagined right now; face sticky with tears of arousal, embarrassment, and fear. Izuku was a nice boy, he really was, except when it came to you because now he just couldn’t stop himself from ruining your cunt.

You were close, impossibly close as you bit your lip in an attempt to muffle the whiney yes that breached your lips. It was involuntarily, almost a survival response as his fingers continued making that delicious squelching sound. Those years of torment were beginning to twist. You were beginning to convince yourself that no, it wasn’t so bad, it’s okay to want to cream on his fingers and be his good girl.

So you nodded, dew-filled eyes stricken with fear meeting his predatory ones in a confirmation. He was building you up so well, your stomach turning over and over, the knot tightening and set to break. And then he pulled his fingers from you as you clenched around nothing, a blinding orgasm ripped from you all by his fingers. Your back arched up off the bed and pathetic whines left your lips.

“You’ll have to beg for it.” He smirked, sitting back on his knees, discarding your panties with a hard tug and running the head of his cock through your slick while you whimper. “Tell me you like it. C’mon. I’ll let you cum on my cock if you do.”

Right now you were certain you’d do anything if it meant you were allowed to cream over him, so you parted your lips, hiccuping through broken sobs.

“P-please Izu, need to cum.” Your voice was low and quiet.

Izuku pushed the head of his cock against your entrance, glowering down at you as he pushed the fabric of your shirt up over those perfect tits that he couldn’t get enough of. He sucked in a sharp breath, facade falling for a moment until he brought his eyes back to yours.

“You like it when I’m mean, huh? Lemme hear you say it.” Izuku gave a cruel smile, eyes darkened with lust.

“Yes! Yes, I like it.” You shout, hand coming up to grab his arm, speaking through desperate tears. “Please fuck me, please Izu.”

Izuku bottomed out in one fell swoop, hearing all he needed as he throws his head back, a groan of fucking pathetic falling lazily from his lips. He rolled his head across his shoulders, starting to move in and out of you, stretching your cunt open with each push and pull.

“So fucking tight. You a virgin?” His tongue swiped at his teeth as he relished in the stretch and the way pain wet your cheeks.

God, he fucking hated you. Hated every part of you. He hated the way your lips looked so good around him, the way your thighs squeezed so nicely around his waist, the way your tears only egged him on. It all made him want to hurt you. You brought out the worst in him. You were too fucking tempting, too easy.

You weren’t a virgin but the stretch of his cock made you feel like one. God, you could feel him in your throat as you gripped pathetically at his biceps, a plea to get him to slow down. Izuku wouldn’t listen though, pounding into your gummy walls mercilessly.

“Not gonna answer?” He laughed, low and threatening before folding your knees to your chest. “Tells me all I need to know. How many men have fucked this cunt of yours, huh? Bet it’s more than I can count on one hand.”

Izuku brought his hand up to your face once more, squeezing your plump cheeks together.

“Don’t worry, puppy. Gonna make it so you can’t take anyone else.” He spits in your mouth, forcing it closed. “Fuckin’ mine now, yeah? My little whore, always have been, right?”

You screw your eyes shut, swallowing sloppily as spit drips down your chin and tears streak from your eyes. Where did he learn to speak like this?

“Say it.”

You’re close again, so full of him, so desperate for him to give you what you want. You can’t resist him, so you might as well submit. Maybe it will make everything easier because you were finding it harder to pretend that you didn’t like it now.

“Yours, m’yours.” You choke out, hand flying to his large one to move it over your throat. “Belong only to you.”

Izuku squeezed the sides of your neck with startling force. It’s almost hateful in how strong it was but it made you whine out against him, voice raking against vocal chords that he forced closed.

“Slut. S-such a slut.” He stuttered as you clenched around him, hitting your high with a roll of your hips and a pathetic whimper. “C’mon, gimme it, puppy.”

Oh god, the pay off was unbelievable. The way you whined his name was better than any sob he pulled from you to date.You were so helpless,your body wracking with waves of pleasure and your pussy clamping down around him. This is what he saw in you the first time he made you cry— this expression. He knew you could make it, eyes big and wide, filled with tears and your mouth open in a deep moan. Fuck, he loved it.

“God, so tight. Good puppy, good fucking puppy.” He fucked into you faster, chasing his own high now as he assaulted your overstimulated cunt.

Your head spun, no longer preoccupied with the taunting or the tormenting. You were stupid on his cock, his good little puppy, like you were meant to be. You should have given in earlier, should have let him shove his dick down your throat sooner because even though you were struggling to get off his fat cock, you couldn’t, and you loved every single second of it. Izuku was only mean to you, only mean to his puppy.

You’re so overstimulated, barreling towards another orgasm and now all you can think about is how bad you want him to fill you up.

“C-cum inside.” You managed to choke out between pathetic sobs and whimpers. You’re crying for it, begging. “Please cum inside of me.”

Izuku let out a low chuckle before bottoming out one final time, shoving his thick fingers down your throat and filling you up. When Izuku came, he came a lot. It flooded your cunt before leaking out the sides where he had you split open. Izuku couldn’t hide his true nature for long, his thighs beginning to quiver and a low groan becoming a high pitched whine as he emptied his balls inside of you like he’d been wanting to for so long.

He stayed there for a moment before pulling out of you and crouching down to watch the way he spilled out of you, admiring your ruined pussy and body. You’re stretched out from him, tears staining your cheeks and cunt gaping from his cock.

And then he’s biting at your thighs, marking up the inside of your leg as you can barely manage to push out a squeal. He’s leaving the marks he’s always wanted to. Those pinches on the inside of your leg were a stand in for the ones he’d create with his teeth. He nipped at the sensitive skin before dipping his tongue into your folds to collect the mixture of him and you in his mouth.

Izuku watched the way you twitched as he cleaned you up, admiring the way your legs flinched whenever he ran his tongue over your sensitive clit. He’s much gentler now but his eyes still frightened you when he came up from between your legs to spit the mixture of cum and arousal back into your slightly parted mouth, ordering you to swallow puppy.

When you finally do— too tired and fucked out to think about protesting, he smiles— standing up off the bed and buttoning his pants with a heaving sigh.

Izuku turned back to your form on the bed, watching the way your chest heaved and the way your pleated skirt crowded at your hips, ruined cunt on display and shirt pushed up over your bitten up breasts. He made a mental note to remember to take your clothes off next time.

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adoringhaikyuu · 4 years

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when their teammate has a crush on you

characters: kageyama, kenma, oikawa, tanaka

warnings: nothing, just some pouty boys and possessiveness

notes: i stumbled upon @kageyuji‘s take on this while i was writing! so i thought i might as well give them a shoutout!

kageyama:

you already know this boy speaks up with no shame

and he will glare at anyone who gets in his way or on his nerves, especially when they do anything to you

so when hinata doesn’t even try to hide that he likes you, saying boldly “well why should i lie?”

you could only imagine the rage that kageyama is feeling

he doesn’t even want you in the same room as hinata sjkdfghsdj

he will pick either you or hinata up and take you away, depending on the situation

or he’ll take hinata’s face in his hand and just throw him away

but the boy always bounces right back, somehow unharmed and you’re grateful for that

but anyway it’s not that hinata is necessarily trying to break the two of you up, it’s more that he’s genuinely confused as to why you’re with kageyama

“how could you possibly like this bully? is there something wrong with you?”

he got chased by kageyama immediately after saying that––

your eyes widened as you saw a flash of orange jump in front of you as you walked towards the gym, ready to meet kageyama to go home. “y/n! y/n! could you please throw some balls for us?! yachi had to go home but we really wanna practice some more!”

you stepped back and your boyfriend came out of nowhere, practically smacking the other boy out of the air, leaving him to crouch on the ground, clutching the top of his head as he scowled at the dark-haired boy. “calm down you idiot! y/n doesn’t have to if they don’t want to! they’re probably tired anyway and just wanna go home.” he turned to you and gave you a small smile. “you wanna go?”

you looked between the two. “i mean...i can help you guys practice for a little bit.”

the other boy sprung up again. “oh! thank you! thank you!”

your boyfriend bowed his head quickly. “thank you.”

you smiled up at him and he felt his cheeks redden. “of course, tobio.” a smile spread on his face as well but it was short-lived as hinata spoke up, suddenly inches away from the two of you.

“what’s up with your face? why do you look like that?”

kageyama scowled down at him. “nothing’s wrong with my face! what’s wrong with your face?!”

“why are you yelling at me?!” hinata turned to you, “he’s so mean! how are you with him?” he looked down and mumbled to himself, “i wouldn’t treat you like this...”

kageyama’s eyes widened with rage. “what was that?!”

“n––nothing!” the smaller boy backed up, eyes wide with fear.

“you know what? we’re leaving.” kageyama stormed into the gym and quickly got his things, ignoring hinata’s pleas.

“aw what? why?! come on kageyama!” he turned to you, “y/n please––”

suddenly you were facing your boyfriend’s back as he stood in front of you to glare at the other boy. “don’t even think about it. we’re done for today.” he turned to you and grabbed your hand, tightening his hold when you waved goodbye to a pouting hinata.

when you were almost off the premises you looked up at kageyama. “you know you’re kinda hot when you’re jealous,” you smirked up at him and he stuttered in shock.

“what–i–you––”

you laughed and kissed the back of his hand softly, immediately giving him a nosebleed. you handed him a tissue which he gratefully took, glaring at you weakly.

“you know i’m yours, right?”

he swallowed and blinked a couple times before nodding once.

“then you have nothing to worry about, okay?”

he started muttering to himself, the only words you could make out being “idiot” and “dumbass”. you placed your hands on his cheeks and he stopped and looked down at you, eyes wide.

“okay, tobio?”

he nodded. “okay.” he paused. “but that doesn’t mean i’m going to be nicer to that idiot––”

you laughed. “yeah baby, i know.”

kenma:

let’s say you’d been dating kenma for a while now, a little lowkey

and everything is fine, everything is going really well

kenma likes it when you hang around the team, the team likes you

you’re like a part of the squad

and kenma’s feeling great about it

until lev comes along––

kenma already doesn’t like this boy, he doesn’t even know how to hit a ball properly––

but when kenma notices the way the tall boy blatantly stares at you during practice, the way he always tries to butt into your conversations and show off to you...

kenma’s practically radiating angry chihuahua energy, the air around him red and he looks like he’s two seconds away from biting––

if lev interrupts your convo w him sometimes he’d just stare at the boy deadpanned and go back to his conversation with you, “anyway–”

or he’d take your hand and lead you away

or he’d literally just say “go away, lev.” and the poor boy would just pout and whine, “aww what? why?”

one time lev tried to tag along on one of your dates and you had to step in front of kenma so he wouldn’t kick the boy in the shins or something

lev really wasn’t trying to do any harm, he was just a big lanky puppy who had a little crush on you

but still, kenma wasn’t having any of that

kuroo leaned on the wall next to where kenma was leaning against it, sipping his water during their ten minute break. he smirked down at his friend teasingly, “so what are you gonna do about your new competition?”

kenma wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, putting the bottle on the floor as he practically snarled. “shut up.”

“woah,” kuroo smiled, raising his hands up in mock surrender. “put your claws away, man. i’m just asking.”

kenma simply grumbled in response, making his friend laugh.

“well you should think fast cause it looks like he’s getting real close to y/n right now––”

kenma’s head snapped up immediately and his jaw clenched when he took in the sight across the gym. lev was lying on the bench, practically half his body folded, his legs bent on the ground, his head on your lap, his eyes closed.

kenma huffed and stomped over to you two, some of his other teammates jumping out of his way when they felt the almost deadly aura around him. he stopped right in front of you and you looked up at him.

he blinked. “why is lev on you?”

you shrugged, “he said his head was hurting and then just plopped his head in my lap.”

said boy finally opened his eyes and perked up, “oh hi kenma! my head’s been hurting from all this hard practice so i thought i’d rest a bit.”

your boyfriend’s eye twitched. “on y/n?”

“yeah!” the boy smiled, somehow completely oblivious to the setter’s rage. “they’re real soft, you know––”

“yes.” kenma interrupted, blunt as ever. “i know.”

noticing the increasing tension, you spoke up. “hey lev?” he looked at you happily. “your head’s feeling better now, right?”

“well i guess so...”

“maybe you should go get some water and some fresh air then, yeah?”

he pouted, “but maybe i should stay for just a little longer–” kenma was about to pop a blood vessel.

“trust me,” you guided him up gently. “this is what’s best for your health.”

as soon as he agreed and walked away from you, you looked up at your boyfriend with a smile on your face and pat your thighs. he eagerly took lev’s place and looked up at you with a furrow in his brows that you were quick to smooth out with your thumb, smiling when he visibly melted at your touch. you ran your fingers through his scalp to calm him down and he purred, leaning into your hands.

“stupid lev...” he mumbled to himself and you laughed, leaning down to kiss his forehead, making him blush immediately.

“you have nothing to worry about, okay? i’m yours.”

he blinked, trying to calm his heartbeat, a small smile on his face. “good.”

oikawa:

alright let’s switch things up a lil bit and mention someone i’ve personally like never seen mentioned in this scenario

let’s say mad dog likes you

oh boy

so at first oikawa thinks he’s seeing things

but once he notices how kyoutani opens the door for you, the way his eyes linger on you a little more when you come to practices or to the games, the way he gives you a small smile every now and then––

kyoutani doesn’t smile for anybody!!––

oikawa’s eyes narrow and he gets a bad feeling in his gut

otherwise known as jealousy

now he knows you’d never leave him or anything like that, but the fact that you start getting closer to the walking time bomb and you become the only other person that he listens to besides iwaizumi––

oikawa doesn’t like that at all

he’d get all pouty and would literally drag you away from your conversations with the younger boy, almost whimpering when he glares and practically growls at him

“where is y/n-chan??” oikawa asked to no one in particular, his hands on his hips.

kindaichi stopped and picked up one of the stray balls on the floor, “oh i saw y/n outside with kyoutani.”

“what?!” oikawa pracitcally shrieked, making the younger boy jump. he mumbled to himself, “i swear we need to get mad dog a collar with bells on it––” he stomped over to where the two of you were, a strained smile on his face as he noticed you laughing, kyoutani’s cheeks slightly pink.

“well what do we have here?” he said forceful but cheerful.

you looked to your boyfriend with a smile and kyoutani simply glared at him, but then again, that was just his face. “oh we were just getting some fresh air. are you done practicing your serves?”

“i sure am.” he smiled, pulling you close to him by your waist and pressing an obnoxiously loud and wet kiss to your cheek which you immediately wiped off with a grimace, which he did not appreciate. “y/n-chan!” he whined, “that’s not very nice!”

“well don’t make it so wet next time,” you rolled your eyes.

noticing the other boy still hadn’t made a move to leave, your boyfriend spoke up. “shouldn’t you be leaving now, mad dog?”

you smacked his chest and he yelped. “don’t be so rude, tooru. he was keeping me company while you did your extra practice, you know.”

he pouted and looked to the ground.

“i should be getting home, anyway.” the blond spoke up gruffly. his eyes softened almost imperceptibly as he looked at you. “see you, y/n.”

you smiled, “bye kyou.”

“bye mad-dog!” your boyfriend practically sang, as he looked over his shoulder at the boy leaving. he turned back to you and you pursed your lips at his behavior, making his shoulders droop in shame.

“you’re such a big baby, you know that?” although you insulted him, your voice was soft and he couldn’t help but smile at the way you cooed at him, your hands holding his cheeks. “but you’re my baby, okay? stop worrying so much about kyoutani.”

he nodded. “okay...” his eyes widened hopefully, “can i get a kiss please?”

you smiled and shook your head, before leaning in. he really was a baby sometimes.

tanaka:

you already know this boy is loud

and he likes to show off what’s his because he’s just so proud that you’re his and he loves to fawn over you

so he’ll always have a hand on you, an arm around you and he’ll always shower you in compliments whenever he sees you

a total simp

and that’s just in general

so when his friend likes you ??? bruh

let’s just say nishinoya thinks you’re kinda cute,,, okay really cute and his crush only (unwillingly) grew for you after you started dating tanaka and hanging out with them all the time

he’d be really excited whenever you were around, a pink tint covering his cheeks, a smile glued to his face

he’d try to show off during practice and games, looking to you after he lands a successful rolling thunder

and tanaka would be growling in the corner sdfghj

he’d literally try to one up his friend immediately and would scream to you in the stands “I LOVE YOU BABY THIS ONE IS FOR YOU!!”

after they win he’d pull you into a crushing hug and give you loud kisses all over your face

he’d do the most and then he’d smile all smug making sure everyone including nishinoya saw

you laughed as noya jumped several feet in the air to high five you after winning their game, a bright smile on his face. “did you see that last receive i did y/n? did you?”

you nodded, laughing. “yes i did noya, it was really impressive.”

his cheeks turned pink and he ducked his head, scratching the back of his head nervously as he waved you off. “ah it wasn’t all that...it was pretty good though, huh?”

before you could respond, you saw a flash of movement in front of you before you were suddenly being hoisted into the air. you gasped and wrapped your arms and legs around your boyfriend, “ryu!––”

“hey baby!” he practically yelled, smiling up at you and not so subtly walking away from his best friend with you in his arms. “did you see me hit that last spike? your man looked pretty good out there, huh? better than everyone else right?”

daichi who was walking by the two of you quickly hit the back of tanaka’s head in warning, hearing his words. “watch it––”

tanaka turned his head, “uh i mean you looked great too captain! couldn’t have done this without you––”

“yeah yeah,” he walked away, rolling his eyes and you laughed yet again, grabbing your boyfriend’s attention.

he looked up at you with wide eyes, squeezing his arms around you tighter and you smiled, putting your hand on his cheek. he nuzzled into your touch softly and you pressed a kiss to his lips, making him blush immediately. “of course i was watching you, and yes you looked very very good out there. i’m so proud of you.”

he smiled wide but tried to act oblivious when you went on, “you know you kinda interrupted my conversation earlier with––”

“well anyway! i think we should get going now--” he spoke far too loud, walking faster from the gym, making you shake your head at his adorably possessive behavior.

you leaned your head on his shoulder fondly, “you know you can be ridiculous sometimes ryu...”

he huffed quietly, “well you still love me right?”

you smiled. “always.”

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meltwonu · 3 years

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✦ 👻 𝕸𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖍 SEASON 2 👻 ✦

↪ ✧ STARLIGHTER ✧

this chapter pairing; alien!wonwoo x reader

genre&warnings; alien!au, dom!wonwoo, softdom!wonwoo, [multiple wonwoos], double penetration, anal, dirty talk, degradation, fucking in public, size kink, tentacles, ‼️mentions of oviposition‼️, ripping clothes.

notes; No ‘cuz this… ☠️ first of all, I was imagining incomplete wonwoo with the blue suit and red hair with the cute lil hair swoop in the front cuz that shit had me droolin real bad 😭💕 so u know I had to incorporate it into the fic kdhfksjdhf also... 🧍🏻‍♀️I have no excuses for... the monster fucking going on in these chapters this time around okay kjfhskdh yall r just seeing little snippets of my mind and the nasty shit that I usually... keep to myself KJHKJHAK SORRY HAHA or maybe 😳😈🥴 oh also, if my fics aren’t showing up in tags, please lmk! I don’t normally post everyday like this so I’m not sure if anything’s getting lost or not 😭💕 Thank you hehe💕 Enjoy ch 10 and I’ll see you spooky-ooky ghouls tomorrow! 😇 😈

word count; ~3100

chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - x - x - x

when I met him the stars were shining so bright;

in the heart of a club on a Saturday night.

i got out of a cab, waited at the door;

finally gonna burst to the dance floor!

“I wish you’d stop using those weird websites to meet your dates…”

Minghao mutters; a delicate hand holding a glass of wine as he watches you slip your heels on.

“Didn’t you learn after last time when the guy asked for feet pics to stop messaging guys on there? Do you like the weirdos?”

You giggle in return, eyes rolling as you wave him off.

“Hey, Mingyu was a really nice guy otherwise, okay? And this guy seems really nice this time. Very polite and proper.” You shoot him a sheepish smile as he takes a sip of his wine with an unamused expression.

“Mmhmm, polite and proper, huh? So this one’s probably a serial killer. And if not, he’s probably got, like, a second dick or something. You don’t even know what he looks like - he could be an old geezer for all you know.”

“Oh my god, ‘Hao, please! I’m sure he’s a nice guy…” You text your date that you’re on the way to the club that you’d decided to meet him at - sighing as you give Minghao one final look.

“...And anyways, if he had two dicks I probably wouldn’t complain.”

“Alright, well it’s time for you to go and leave me in peace. I’ve heard enough.”

You make it to the club in time - getting through security and trying to locate the spot where your date said he’d be meeting you.

And admittedly, you knew you shouldn’t have been meeting someone you’d never even seen a picture of but he genuinely sounded kind and caring through all the text messages the two of you had exchanged.

Even if Minghao’s words had lingered in your head a little longer than you cared to admit.

You feel a tap on your shoulder a few seconds later and when you turn to see who it is - you find your breath hitching at the red haired male wearing a crisp baby blue suit.

“W--Wonwoo…? Is that… you?”

He smiles and nods; reaching a hand out to take your own as he kisses the back of your hand.

“My, my, I didn’t realize I’d be meeting such a beautiful girl tonight. The pleasure is all mine, sweetheart.”

“I--wow, I’m just… You’re s-so handsome. I’m--I’m a little speechless. Handsome and polite.” You giggle nervously as he squeezes your hand; a deep laugh spilling from his lips as you find yourself clenching around emptiness.

Don’t get horny, you mentally yell at yourself, you just met this guy!

“Oh? Were you expecting otherwise?”

“N-no! Just… Sorry, my friend was making fun of me earlier for going on dates with random people on the internet.” You reply shyly, “He said I shouldn’t go if I don’t even know what the person looks like so I guess I’m just… Pleasantly surprised.”

Wonwoo smiles, eyes twinkling as he slowly starts to tug you into the direction of a table.

“Why don’t you tell me more about what your friend told you over some drinks, huh, sweetheart?”

You find out Wonwoo is studying microbiology, has two cats and lives alone.

“Did you always live in this city? I feel like it’s small so I would’ve seen you around before…” You ask.

“Mm, no, I’m not from around here.” He replies easily, “I moved around a lot actually. This is probably the most time I’ve spent anywhere.”

“Ooh, a traveler, huh? That must be fun!”

He smiles a secretive kind of smile that has you narrowing your eyes slightly.

“Quite! It gets tiring though, I suppose. It’s nice to settle down once in a while, right?”

You nod and polish off your drink and Wonwoo is quick to offer to get you a new one as you stay in your secluded booth away from the crowds.

“Are you sure? I can go with you, Wonwoo, I don’t mind!”

“Ah, no, no, it’s okay! Your heels must be killing you, I don’t want to make you walk all the way over there. I’ll just be a moment, okay?”

He exits the booth as you silently wait for him, swaying to the music in the meantime.

Wonwoo, so far, had been exactly how he was over the text messages you exchanged - patient and polite as he gave you his undivided attention when you spoke.

Not to mention he was a complete gentleman and even looked the part in his pristine suit and slicked hair.

“Hey, I’m back.”

You blink curiously as he sets your glass down onto the marble table.

Were you that lost in your thoughts that you lost track of time?

“Wow, that was… Fast.”

Wonwoo smiles before taking a sip of his drink - his hair slightly out of place as you look him over again.

Why did something seem off?

“Yeah, y’know, just a short line at the bar.” He scoots in closer to you as your brows furrow slightly and his arm that comes around your waist as he tugs you in closer to himself has you gasping.

“W--Wonwoo!”

He leans in close, lips ghosting against your ear as you shiver.

“I don’t think there’s a line for the restrooms either, doll. It’s pretty quiet over there if you wanna get to know me a little bit better.”

You gulp before you’re pushing him away - shock written all over your features as your cheeks start to feel hot.

“W--what’s gotten into you? I--Are you… Okay? You weren’t l-like this earlier…?”

This time, Wonwoo smirks and the deep laugh that comes tumbling from his lips sounds much more sinister as he eats up your confused expression.

“Ah, he needs to be more blunt. He’s always making up some bullshit stories and overcomplicates this.”

He?

“W-who are you talking about? Wonwoo, I’m--I’m not s-sure if--if I should… Maybe I should go.” You move to get up but Wonwoo’s quicker as he wraps a hand around your wrist and holds on tight.

“Aren’t you the least bit curious, doll? I can see it swimming in your eyes that you’re dying to know what I’m on about despite how confused you feel.”

And Wonwoo’s right as you stand in your place biting the inside of your cheek.

Because despite the odd shift in his behaviour - you quietly found yourself being attracted to both sides of him equally.

“I--m-make it quick… I don’t have time to be playing g-games, Wonwoo…”

He smirks as he tightens his grip on your wrist.

“Oh, but I do. And I guarantee you that you’ll be glad you did too.”

The back hallways of the club are a lot more dimmed and quiet as he leads you down a few corridors - Minghao’s words, yet again, crossing your mind as you grimace.

Maybe you really should’ve listened this time.

“Ready, doll? I promise it’s worth your time.”

You swallow down all of your worries as he opens the door to the secluded restroom and at first you don’t see anything out of place.

Until he steps into view.

“I--”

Another Wonwoo steps out from behind a stall - lips pressed into a firm line as he crosses his arms against his chest.

“Sweetheart, I’m so sorry. I didn’t want you to find out like this.”

“You have… a twin? You didn’t want to tell me that? And not only that, but the two of you even dress the same?” You reply in disbelief, “Is this some fucking joke? A prank you pull on your dates?”

The one who’d guided you into the room only guffaws at your words - doubling over as he slaps his knee.

“Oh, that’s a good one. Actually, one of the best reactions I’ve seen yet. You’re quite feisty, doll. I like that!”

“Will you stop? You’re making this harder than it needs to be.” The other Wonwoo replies.

“Well one of you better get to explaining or else I’m leaving!” You stomp a heeled foot as the more concerned looking of the two steps forward first but just as he’s about to speak - he’s immediately cut off by the other.

“Then let me get to the point. We’re the same person, doll. Just… Think of it as having our personalities split. He’s the nice and gentle Wonwoo and I’m the one who’s ready to ruin that cute ‘lil pussy of yours. Or your ass. Or your throat, really.”

You ignore the latter half of his comment as your cheeks burn from his bluntness.

“That… That doesn’t make sense. How can you be the same person but split? You’re--you’re really crazy. I’m--I’m leaving...” You’re turning to leave when you feel something slick wrap around one of your ankles - lips opened in shock as you shakily look down.

“Aww, c’mon, doll. Don’t be so hasty.” The second Wonwoo coos, “You were feeling attracted to both of us earlier so why not come play with us both? Don’t you want a taste~?”

“You--you can’t be the same Wonwoo! You’re two different human beings!”

The first Wonwoo sighs as he steps forward yet again.

“I guess to make a long story short - we’re not humans. We are the same person, just two halves of a whole.” He explains.

The slicked appendage slides up your leg as you let out a shaky moan; beads of sweat on your forehead from the odd position you were in.

Yes, you were attracted to both Wonwoo’s and despite the odd tentacle sliding up your leg - you were curious about it all.

Mostly how they could both pleasure you at the same time.

“Do you ever… become just one person? Or are you always like this?” You ask quietly.

“We can, we just don’t prefer to.” The second Wonwoo mutters. “He doesn’t like how crude I can get so we just agree to disagree. It’s usually not an issue, most people think we’re just twins - like how you thought. We usually leave it at that.”

“Th--then why did you explain it all to me?”

This time, both Wonwoo’s are exchanging a glance before they focus their eyes on the tentacle that’s already between your trembling thighs - the slicked appendage gliding against your panties as you moan and grind down against it.

“Particularly for this reason, sweetheart. You seem to enjoy the things we can bring to the table so why not let you indulge in all that we have to give… Right?”

It feels weird at first - shaky cries leaving your lips at the tentacles that thrust into your pussy and your ass at the same time.

“I--ngh… w-what are they… l-leaking…? W-what the l-liquid, a-ah, coming out of them…?”

Your body is suspended in midair; their tentacles keeping you in place with your legs spread wide as both of them stand on either side of you.

“I wouldn’t say it’s an aphrodisiac but… I suppose it’s something like that.” The first Wonwoo comments, “It’s meant to relax you, sweetheart.”

You feel anything but relaxed as your body feels hot with the multitude of tentacles in and around your body - two of them sliding underneath your dress before tearing it into shreds.

“A-ah, Wonwoo!”

They immediately start teasing your breasts as you let out a sharp cry; the new sensations making your mind feel hazy as the two Wonwoo’s watch with fascination.

“We haven’t had a chance to play with our tentacles like this before, doll~ You’re doing us a kind service while we learn more about the human body~”

The second Wonwoo cackles as he steps behind you - kissing your naked shoulder as his large, warm hands slide down your arms.

“Think we can push yours to the limit?”

“Fuh--fuck…” Whimpering, you clench around the tentacles in your ass and pussy as they continue to thrust into you - their leaking tips oozing the warm substance that makes your entire body feel aroused. “I--I want to f-feel, mmnh, you b-both fucking me i-instead of these t-tentacles…”

The first Wonwoo steps forward as he leans in to caress your cheek with his own hand.

“I think you deserve it, sweetheart. You’ve been such a good girl for us both. And you’ve given us so much help for our research.” He smiles gently at you as the tentacles pull out of you at the same time - a disappointed cry leaving your lips at the sudden emptiness you feel.

“You think you can take our cocks, doll? We’re a lot bigger than those tentacles were, y’know~ I don’t know if your tiny ‘lil holes can take it.”

You hear the unzipping of their slacks as you mewl and thrash against the tentacles holding you up. “Mmnh, f-fuck, make m-me take it…! I--I feel s-so hot all over… I n-need your c-cocks…”

Your teary eyes flit from the first Wonwoo’s face down to his cock - eyes wide as saucers at his girth.

The drool pools in your mouth as you feel them both stepping closer to your body, their cocks positioned at both of your holes as they both sink into you at the same time.

“H--holy shit… Holy shit…!”

Your mouth is agape at the way they stretch you out - the fullness you feel completely new to you as you do your best to relax and take their lengths all in.

“Your cute ‘lil ass is so tight, doll~ I can feel his cock sliding into your tight pussy too~ Bet it feels so good, right?” The second Wonwoo chuckles darkly in your ear as you let out a whimper.

“I wish you could see how we’re stretching you out, right now… We can’t even fit all of our cocks into your tight ‘lil holes, doll~ Maybe we’ll have to train you to be able to take it, huh? You’ll be our little experiment~”

The first Wonwoo purses his lips as he focuses on the feeling of your walls clamping down onto his shaft and sucking him in deeper; the sweat beading up on his brow at how good you felt around him.

“Mm, he’s right, sweetheart… I can feel the way he’s snug inside your other hole with my cock in your pussy. You’re being so good at taking us both inside of you like this. I think she deserves another treat, right? It’s only fair~”

You’re about to ask what when they both start to thrust into you - alternating their movements as you’re reduced to garbled whines and moans at the mind melting pleasure.

“Oh, n-ngh, fuck… fuck, fuck, fuck…” You slur.

“You can barely fit half our cocks in your ass and pussy and you’re already losing your mind, doll~ I can’t wait to see how good you take it once we get it all to fit. You’ll feel us inside of you allllll the time, even when we’re not fucking you.”

“Nobody will be able to fuck you as good as we do, either, sweetheart~ Look at how much we can give you.”

“Fuh--fuck, Wonwoo… Wonwoo!”

The tentacles reappear to tease your breasts again and you mewl and arch your chest into the feeling as you get lost in the unadulterated pleasure that both Wonwoo’s and their tentacles give you.

With each snap of their hips, you feel them sinking in more and more of their thick cocks - drools dripping from the side of your lips as the first Wonwoo’s cock slams into your g-spot and the second Wonwoo’s cock is almost up the base in your ass.

“Mm, such a good cockwarmer~ I can fuck you all day, doll~ Couldn’t you, Wonwoo? She can sit on your cock while you read your books... Maybe even get on her knees and suck you off while you work.” He smirks as he looks over your shoulder to his other half - eyes twinkling mischievously.

“If given the opportunity, I’d love to, sweetheart. That is, if you’d like to see us again.”

You nod your head feverishly as your head lols to the side.

“W-want it… You ca--can experiment, a-ah, all you want w-with me…” You mutter; already slightly delirious with how your body jerks with each toe curling thrust of their cocks.

The second Wonwoo hums as he places a hand on your warm skin; his rough fingertips dancing across your skin before he’s gently massaging your stomach.

“Did you know some aliens lay eggs?” He whispers into your ear. “Right here~”

And you find yourself clenching around both of them at what he insinuates.

“You--you wouldn’t--I--Wonwoo--d-don’t--I--I---”

The first Wonwoo smirks at you this time too - amusement in his eyes at the way you simultaneously get wetter at the thought yet stumble over your words.

“Ah, just kidding, doll~ Well, not really. Some of them really do, y’know?” He licks his lips and watches as you shiver. “For the two of us though? We’ll just cum inside your ass and cunt until it’s spilling out of you, okay?”

“N-ngh, fuck… pl--please…”

“First, how about we give you one more treat, hmm, sweetheart? I want to see how well you do for me.”

Another tentacle slides against your hot skin before it’s tip is prodding at your lips - a tiny whimper escaping past before the tentacle is filling your mouth.

“Ah, there we go~ Now all your holes are being used like they should be~ How about we cut to the chase now, huh, Wonwoo? Let’s give her what her good human body craves the most~”

Their hips snap into you at the same time; both of their cocks and the tentacle thrusting into your mouth keeping you extremely full as your toes curl and you moan around the appendage.

You feel their cocks throbbing at the same time and it only takes a few more harsh thrusts before they’re cumming at the exact same time - soft and quiet grunts coming from the first Wonwoo as the second Wonwoo curses and growls from behind you.

A surprised noise comes from you when you feel the tentacle cumming too - a warm and sticky substance coating your throat as you do your best to swallow it all down while your ass and pussy get filled to the brim with their cum.

“Oho~ you’re quite the human, doll~ I don’t think we’ve had such good luck before~”

You let out a tiny muffled cry as you feel yourself start to orgasm - walls fluttering around their cocks as you ride out the spine tingling pleasure.

“We’ll have to bring her back with us for… extra research. I don’t think I’m satisfied with the data we’ve collected just yet.” The first Wonwoo mutters; barely loud enough for you to catch through the ringing in your ears.

Their warm cum fills you up and makes you feel sated and the tentacle in your mouth slowly starts to retract itself as you sputter and let the air rush back into your lungs.

“O-oh my g-god… I--I’ve, mmnh, n-never been f-fucked like this, a-ah, b-before…”

You sob quietly as you let your orgasm ebb way after a few tense minutes - their cocks still deep inside of your holes as you continue to tremble between their warm bodies.

“You can have more of it if you want, doll~ You’ll just have to come with us for a while.”

“A-a while…?” You let out a moan when you feel them both start to pull out of you at the same time; rivulets of cum dripping from both your ass and pussy as they both step in front of you and watch the cum pouring out of your spent body.

“Yes, sweetheart, a while. Not too long though. I promise nothing that your friend would worry about.” He grins and for a second, you can’t tell who’s the first one and who’s the second one.

“Yeah, doll, don’t you wanna ride our dicks a little longer? We can let it be a learning experience. You get to learn more about alien species and we get to learn more about you.”

“D-don’t you want to learn about h-humans...? In general?”

They share a look; both sets of eyes twinkling with mischief as their tentacles tighten their grip on your body.

“Nah, I think we rather learn more about you, sweetheart.”

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