#and when I’m not making fun of them I’m sexualizing them yay

[king-ludwig-ii]

has this been done yet?

[whimsiwitchy]

Controversially Young Girlfriend (part five)

Hugh Jackman x popstar!reader 

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summary: y/n is a globally beloved pop star. She is known for her talent and dedication towards her craft. Recently, she has also been known for her preference for older men. After a breakup with her former older boyfriend, she had a run in with the hottest dilf right now, Hugh Jackman. Y/n tried to warn him, but what can she say, she has an effect on hot, older men. 

warnings: age gap (23/55), cursing, y/n used, implied shorter reader, afab reader, she/her pronouns, sexual themes.

warnings will change as the story progresses! all descriptions of real people in this story are FAKE. I do not know these people and this is purely fiction. Please let me know if I missed anything!! <3

authors note: the wait is over. yay! This isn’t how I expected this part to end but I let my mind take charge…plans change. I hope the end is okay, i’ve never written anything like that before so i’m a little nervy for y’alls reactions lol. let me know what you guys think! Enjoy <3

part five: new york changes you

The whole ‘friends for now’ deal you set with Hugh has been an enthralling experience so far. A month has passed since that night in your living room, a month of struggling to resist the charisma of Hugh Jackman. Right now, your two lives couldn’t be more different: your album had dropped three weeks ago, one week after the deal was made. It has been an absolute success with four of your songs sitting in the top ten since the drop. You were doing interview after interview and rehearsals for your tour started up this past week. Meanwhile, Hugh was living the simple life. He has been done with his Deadpool and Wolverine promo for some time now and he’s been enjoying his free time. That was something you didn’t have much of as of recent- free time. You were trying to balance the few moments of freedom between all of the people you cared for, which mostly consisted of Ashley and Hugh. It’s gotten to a point where you were inviting your friends to the tour rehearsals just to be able to see them. When the idea first popped up, you had been afraid that they would be too distracting but the outcome was the opposite. Having a mini audience that weren’t part of the tour team, allowed everyone to make changes to things with the input of outside opinions. Ashley and a small group of your other friends were rehearsal regulars now.

You’d been seeing Hugh more privately, both of you agreeing to stay out of the public eye for a little bit while the dating rumors died down. Ashley had been a little too enthusiastic about your decision to be Hugh’s friend and nothing more. You loved reminding her that it was hopefully a temporary situation while we decided if being together exclusively was the right choice for both of us. She liked to ignore that part. Her despisement towards Hugh has been a mystery to you. She was always a little protective over you, as any normal friend would be, but it had never been to this extent. 

“Ash, do you wanna come to rehearsal tomorrow. We’re finally putting the choreography on the actual stage. I think you’ll like it. It’s gonna be fun.” You ask. The two of you were currently at Target shopping for her new apartment. “Uhhh of course. I need to catch up on all of the songs I missed. Then maybe you’ll consider putting me up on stage.” The last sentence comes out more singsongy than usual as she tries to convince you. She has brought up being on stage so often, you were beginning to feel bad, but she was a shit dancer. You didn’t have the heart to tell her. “Cool. I have to be there at seven, but I was thinking you guys could show up at noon. That’s when we’re scheduled to move over to the stage.” Her eyes light up. “Ooo. Who else is coming? Please tell me you invited Taylor again, she’s fun.” She rambles on as she pushes the cart through the lamp aisle. “Oh. I didn’t invite the girls again. It’s uh…it’s just gonna be you and Hugh.” She puts the lamp she’s been observing back onto the shelf. “Actually, I just remembered I have plans tomorrow.” She states flatley and starts to push the cart again. You follow her, waiting until you enter an aisle that was free of people before confronting her. “Ashley, don't be like that.” You whine. “I’m not being like anything y/n. I just forgot I had plans.” She shrugs as she busies herself by looking at the bathroom decor on the shelves. “What do you have against him?” You blurt out. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Cut the shit Ash. You know exactly what I'm talking about. I can’t even mention his name without you trying to change the subject. I can’t even talk to my best friend about the guy I like because of this weird fucking grudge you have against him.” She stares at you, giving you a few slow blinks before speaking again. “Fine. I’ll be there but I can’t promise I'll be civil.” 

You didn’t push her any further, her answer was good enough for now. Target wasn’t the right place to fight with her about this and it probably wouldn’t do any good anyway. As much as you loved Ashley, she had a tendency to do and say wherever she pleased but when it came back to her, she played victim. It was becoming harder to deal with now that you weren’t children anymore. Later that night, while on facetime with Hugh, you decided to warn him about the shitshow which he was bound to end up in tomorrow.

“I’m not really sure what her deal is honestly. She won’t tell me why she doesn’t like you.” You pout. “It’s okay baby, not everyone is going to like me. I can handle it.” 

The endearments had been something that Hugh didn’t drop after the ‘just friends’ talk. You thought about talking to him about it but the words sounded too good rolling off of his tongue. You argued that it wasn’t any different than your other friends calling you ‘babe’- it wasn’t the same at all but you didn’t care. You knew it meant more to both of you. 

“I know, but it would be really nice if you two could be friends, ya know? She just gets too overprotective I guess…” You tell him, not really believing your own words. “You don’t have to come tomorrow if you don’t want to. We can pick another day for you to come if you feel like it’ll be too awkward.” “Tomorrow is fine y/n. Everything will be okay. Don’t think about it too much, I’m sure I can charm her a little bit, get her on my side.” He assures you.

Ashley was on her worst behavior and it was pissing you off. It felt like you had covered Hugh in blood and thrown him to the sharks- when you think about it, he probably would have had a better shot at fighting off the sharks. The entire day so far had been full of eye rolls and snarky comments. When you had a moment alone with Hugh, all you could do was apologize for her behavior and he swore it was fine, it wasn't your fault. Ashley was acting weird towards you the entire morning. When you offered her to get up and learn some choreo, she brushed you off saying that she still needed to wake up. You glanced over at Hugh and Ashley every few minutes as they talked. It looked civil. The music was too loud to hear what the conversation was about and it was making you nervous. Hugh kept his eyes mostly on you as he spoke but Ashley’s were set on Hugh, never looking your way. You tried your best to ignore it, focusing on doing your job.

 For one of the songs, you would be giving one of the dancers named Ethan a lap dance. He had become a good friend over the past year you had known him and he made the whole grinding on him thing a lot less awkward than you thought it would be. “Are you and eye candy over there still playing friends?” Ethan asks as he gestures towards where Hugh and Ashley sat. “Yes..but it’s more lenient. Kinda like dating but nothing exclusive.” You explain, eyes on Hugh. He’s looking back at you and you’re sure he can tell that you’re talking about him. “You should do the dance for him, since he’s a special guest today and all.” He offers, smirk present on his face. “You don’t think that would be too mean? I want him to want me but I don’t wanna ruin the man. At least not yet anyways.” A similar smirk to Ethan’s was rising to your lips at the thought of Hugh being flustered over you. “I think you should do it.” You think about it for a moment and shame yourself for how quickly you made your decision. “You’re a bad influence.” You tell Ethan. Hugh’s eyes are still on you and you point your finger at him and wiggle it, motioning him to come here. 

“I’m gonna go sit down, have fun.” Ethan says and goes down the stairs to the stage as Hugh walks up them. “What’s up sweetheart?” He asks. “Ethan isn’t feeling well right now, would you mind standing in for him? You don’t have to do anything, just sit in that chair.” You point to the metal fold up chair that sits in the center of the catwalk. “Yea I can do that.” His smile is authentic, happy to help. “Thank you baby.” You say and you reach up to leave a quick kiss on his cheek. You pick up the mic that you sat on the stage floor earlier and turn it on. “We’re ready to go for the next one.” You announce through it so the sound crew could hear you. They announce ‘places’ and Hugh sits down in the chair. You walk over to the marker on the floor that indicates your starting position for this song. It’s about five feet behind Hugh’s chair, leaving him clueless on what’s happening. 

The song starts and you strut to the beat until you reach the chair. Your hands are on either side of Hugh’s chest and you move your hands around the same way that you had practiced many times before. His chest was hard and you could feel the muscles of his pecs. You slide your hands up to his shoulders and walk slowly around the chair until you're right in front of Hugh. The song slows at this point, giving the perfect moment for you to slowly drop yourself into his lap, arms around his neck. There’s three quick beats and you bounce up and down. Hugh’s eyes are wide in surprise. He’s a lot taller than Ethan and his thighs hold more muscle. It took a moment to get used to as the routine went on. The entire dance was pretty stereotypical: a lot of grinding, ass popping, and touching. You spent a good majority of the song whispering the words quietly to Hugh. He kept his hands to himself, not wanting to interrupt whatever move you had to do next. When the song ends, you’re out of Hugh’s lap and standing a foot in front of him for your ending pose. The crew gives you the okay to move and you turn back to Hugh, mischief present in your face. “Thank you Hugh!” You squeal, giving him a quick hug once he stands up. “Yea. yea…You’re such a tease.” He says the second part low enough so only you hear. As he walks back to his seat, you could have sworn you saw him trying to discreetly reposition whatever was happening in his pants. 

During your lunch break, Ashley’s strange act continued as she made up some excuse for her to leave- you could tell she was lying. Hugh and yourself ended up ordering subs from some local deli and ate in your dressing room. “So what do you think about everything so far?” You ask, referring to the choreo you’d been learning for the past three hours. “It’s…fun.” You huff at that. “You’re so terrible at describing things Hugh. Oh my god.” You complain. “I’m sorry…It's good.” You give him a blank stare, not satisfied with his answers. “Okay okay, don’t give me that look. You’re phenomenal…watching you dance and feeling you dance on me is making it really hard to just be your friend.” He shrugs, taking another bite of his sandwich. His answer makes you blush, familiar butterflies fly around your tummy. “Oh.” It’s all you could say. “You don’t have to accept my invites if it’s too hard on you.” “Hm. That’s not it, babe. I definitely want to be here. Wouldn’t have wanted to miss that little stunt you pulled earlier.” He winks as he refers to the lapdance. 

Comments like that had been frequent throughout the past month. Hugh Jackman was a natural flirt. That was a fact you had the pleasure of learning from personal experience and the displeasure of learning from the internet. You had seen countless videos of him being a flirty slut- as a married man. It worried you and had been something you’d been thinking about nonstop since the discovery. Him flirting with you was one thing, but you didn’t like the idea of him flirting with others when he was ‘yours’. You’d also seen videos of him mentioning multiple times that he liked older women, which had become another concern that ate at your brain. Last week, Hugh had come over for a movie night and you planned on casually mentioning the apprehension you had around the issue. 

“Sooo, I heard you liked older women?” 

Casual had never been your thing. 

“Uh..yea. It’s a preference of mine.” You could tell that the question made him uncomfortable. The tiny little toxic part of your heart was happy about that. You let out a short hum. “What was that for?”

 “What was what for?” 

 “Your little ‘hm.’.” You shrug as you speak your next words. “It’s just interesting.” 

 “What’s interesting.”  “You having a preference for older women.”  

“How is that any different from you liking older men?” He asks genuinely and you could honestly smack him right now for not seeing the issue and you would if he wasn’t across the couch. “Hm. I don’t know. Maybe the fact that I’m currently interested in an older man and you’re straying quite far from your preferences Mr.Jackman.” He lets out a deep belly laugh. “Why are you laughing at me?” You cross your arms, a small pout sits on your lips. “You're jealous.” He smirks. “I’m not jealous. I’m skeptical.”  “There's no reason to be.” His eyes are gentle.  “If you say so.” You didn’t want to damper the mood but your mind was filled with ‘what ifs’ and you needed reassurance.

 “Hey. Come here sweet girl.” He motions for you to sit closer to him. You crawl over and his arm drapes over your shoulder. Your head rests on his chest and his cheek is resting on the crown of your hair. “I promise you have nothing to worry about. I like you and only you.” “Pinky promise?” You look up at him, holding out your pinky. He lets out a chuckle and links his pinky with your own. “Pinky promise.” He was looking down at you. You were staring in his eyes, watching the reflection from the flame of the pumpkin pie scented candle that sat on the coffee table flicker. He slowly leaned down, allowing his lips to softly touch yours. It was a lazy kiss, lips moving every few seconds. You could feel every part of Hugh’s lip slide against yours. The slowness of it all was arousing- the heat from his body wasn’t helping. The upward stretch of your neck became sore after a few minutes,  giving you the perfect excuse to climb into his lap. The makeout session lasted about thirty minutes, never speeding up, both of you enjoying the intimacy of the demure, slow kisses. You ground your hips into his in an undemanding manor, not wanting to rush the moment, just needing to feel him against you. A few whispered moans were thrown about, a few neck kisses here and there. The rules were beyond broken that night. You liked to imagine what would have happened if there wasn’t a knock on the door from the food you ordered earlier. 

Your cheeks heat up at the memory as you pick an onion off of your sandwich. Hugh was right, you were a tease. That night, he had initiated the kiss but you turned it into so much more. You could've stopped it, blaming it on the pain in your neck, but you wanted more. With Hugh, you always wanted more. It was your stupid idea to be his friend first and it was torturing you. “What’re you thinking about, pretty girl?” Hugh asks, dragging you out of your thoughts. “Nothing...These onions are too strong.” You flick the onion you picked off onto the paper that was once wrapped around your sub. “You sure that’s it? You can talk to me babe.” He’s sincere. He’s always so patient and caring towards you. It makes your heart swell. “I was thinking about our movie night.” You admit. “Anything in particular from that night?” He asks, knowing exactly what you’re thinking about, the wide smirk on his stupid perfect face makes that obvious. “I wasn’t thinking about that, you perv. I was thinking about how I forgot to tell you that I’m going to New York next week.” He didn’t need to know that you were for sure thinking about every detail of his dick that you could remember and you really did forget to tell him that, so you weren’t technically lying. “Hm. I wonder what made you forget?” Smirk still plastered on his face. “I’m gonna ignore that comment.” And you did ignore it, immediately talking about your upcoming trip. “It's kinda gonna be my first time there. I performed a show there but I was gone the next day. I have an entire four days to explore this time. Well except for when I work but whatever.” You shrug at the end, voice filled with excitement ready to see the city in its full glory. “What do you have scheduled when you’re out there?” 

“I have a photoshoot, meetings, then the Tonight Show.” 

“First time on Fallon?” you laugh. “First time on any big talk show, I'm so fucking nervous.” 

“Don’t be. Jimmy’s a great guy and you’re good at talking. It’s easy to pay attention to you.” 

“Do you pay attention to me because I'm a good talker or do you pay attention to me because you think I'm pretty.” You were completely fishing for a compliment and you carried no shame for it. “Both.” 

Hugh had become a really good friend and not just because the two of you shared an occasional kiss. He was there for you when you had no one else. The next day, Ashley came over and you tried to ask her why she lied about needing to leave rehearsal early. She either gave a vague answer for each question or completely dodged it. You never asked Hugh about what they talked about, wanting the answer from your best friend, but it was looking like you would have to turn to him to get closer to the truth. You invited her to New York the second you found out you were going. Trying to get her out of her funky mood, you brought it up, asking if she was excited that it was coming up so soon. She quickly agreed to the excitement but each word came out flat and uninterested. About an hour after she left your house, you got a text. 

bestie boo: hey. i’m actually not gonna be able to make it to new york. sorry, ttyl. 

The text caught you off guard but it wasn’t a total surprise due to Ashley’s behavior while she was at your house. That didn’t mean it hurt any less though. The consistent dodginess from her made your throat tighten up. Your first instinct was to text Hugh, so that’s what you did.

You: hey, are you busy rn? 

Hugh <3: Hi baby. No, I'm not busy. What’s up?

You: can you come over? :(

Hugh <3: On my way! 

When you opened the door for him, worry was written on his face. “What’s wrong?” He takes off his shoes, the same way he has the past few times he’s come over. “I feel like you’re always asking me that.” You slump over slightly. “I gotta make sure my girl is okay.” All of the sadness you had over Ashley almost vanished entirely. “I’m your girl?” You ask looking up at him. “Of course you’re my girl y/n. Just waiting for the day you wanna label it.” He smiles down at you and offers his hand. “Now c’mon, tell me what’s got you all blue.” You grab his hand and he follows the familiar route to your living room couch. He sits down and pulls you down towards him. You’re sitting next to him, your side against his. He pulls your legs up so they lay across his lap and he rubs slow circles into your thigh.

 “What’s got that pretty face of yours frowning?” He pinches your thigh lightly as he asks the question. “It’s Ashley, she’s being really weird Hugh. She always tells me things and now she’s just…not.” He has his own frown now. “I’m sorry baby….Is this about me again?” 

“Kinda but not totally. I just wanted to know why she doesn’t like you. You’ve become so important to me and I plan on having you around for a while. She’s been my best friend since we were kids, I want her to like you and be able to be around you.” You put your hands over your eyes, your palms applying  pressure on them to prevent the tears from falling. All the pent up frustration was starting to reach its limit. “Hey, look at me.” He grabs your chin, a gesture he’s done more times than you can count. “Don’t let me come in between your friendships.” You sigh. “It’s not your fault Hugh.” 

“I…I think it might be my fault a little bit.” He admits with a guilty expression, making your heart sting. “What do you mean?” 

“She uh… Ashley might have flirted with me yesterday. I shut it down but…” He sighs nervously. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I didn’t know how to tell you to be honest..” The room around you both felt stuffie and too small. The tears that were held back by the palms of your hands just a few minutes ago, spill out. You were feeling too many emotions: hurt, anger, betrayal. 

This wasn’t the first time Ashley had done something like this. She’d done it with Pedro when the two of you were already together. The only difference is that she felt so guilty that she confessed. This time, Ashley was too much of a coward to tell you what she had done to your face. You didn’t want to lose your best friend but you couldn’t keep her around when all she seemed to do was hurt you. Hugh holds you as you cry, not saying a word. He leaves little kisses on your head and tells you that ‘it’s okay’ over and over. He let you cry without knowing what it was you were crying about. You felt so stupid to have let this slip past you. It had been almost the exact same situation before. Ashley acted weird towards Pedro, she starts being vague, and then you find out what she did. Déjà fucking vu. You couldn’t help but laugh. “What’s funny sweetheart?” Your mind had been racing so fast, you almost forgot that Hugh’s was still here holding you. He had gone still, the only reminder of his presence was the weight of his arms around you. “I just can’t believe she did it again without me noticing. I feel dumb.” His body jerks in surprise. “Again?” 

—

It was Saint Patrick's day and you were at Ashley’s place getting ready for a party. It was a weird holiday to throw a party for but people used any excuse to get drunk. Leading up to this day, Ashley has been yapping non stop about going to her first celebrity party but tonight, she couldn’t have been more quiet. You excused her behavior for nerves, not questioning it more. Her demeanor has been different for a few days. Ashley wasn’t one to open up quickly or talk about her problems. You only pried as much as you could before being shut out and right now you had been completely blocked off. You tried your best to ignore it, trying to focus on the night ahead of you. 

Billie is who had invited you to the party as the two of you grew close. Being the same age, doing the same job, and experiencing the same things made it impossible for the two of you not to be friends. The party was going to be filled with people you’d never met before, so you asked her if you could bring a person or two- Ashley and Pedro. It was when you told Ashley that Pedro would also be coming, that her prior eagerness for the party dissipated. 

Just as you sat down to start your makeup, Ashley finally spoke. “Y/n…I think I’m gonna skip out on the party tonight.” You lift your head to look at her through the mirror.“What, why? We’ve been talking about this for weeks.” 

 “I just don’t feel like going anymore.” She’s scrolling through her phone. “You’re such a shitty liar, Ash. What’s up? Why don’t you wanna go anymore?” You turn the spinny chair your in to face her. She put her phone down and the look on her face was one you wouldn’t ever forget. It was a look full of guilt, shame. You were trying to comfort your best friend while she was about to tell you the most heat shattering words. “I don’t think it’s smart to be around Pedro.” Your brows knit together in confusion. “Why not. I thought you guys were good now, that you liked him?” She’s fidgeting with her hands. “Y/n we kissed.” 

“Who kissed?” You ask, hoping you were misinterpreting what she was saying. “Me and Pedro.” You hadn’t misunderstood her words. 

Your heart shattered. Pedro has only been your boyfriend for a little over a month but it still hurts. You were still in the honeymoon phase, where everything felt like love even though it was just over infatuation with the new relationship. Without thinking about it, you started collecting your things to leave, gathering the makeup you just placed onto the table back into its bag. “What are you doing?” Ashley asks nervously. “I’m leaving.” She didn’t try to stop you. 

When you got home, you felt numb. There was a strong ache in your chest where your heart sits but there wasn’t an ounce of emotions flowing through you. The betrayal of the person you trusted most in this life was worse than any other pain you could think of. You spend hours laying on your bed, staring at the ceiling, when a knock finally pulls you out of whatever trance you were in. “Hey baby. Ashley texted me saying I should come check on you.” He steps into the house and follows you down the entry hall. “Oh I didn’t know you guys were on texting terms now…” You trail off for a second, not leaving Pedro enough time to say anything before you speak again. “Huh…You know, I guess it would make sense, seeing as you guys are apparently on kissing terms.” You stop and stare at him, looking dead in his eyes. He winces. “She told you about that.” The statement pisses you off. “What the fuck do you mean ‘she told you about that.’? Were you planning on keeping it a secret?” Your voice gradually rises alongside the anger in your body. “No, but I-” 

“but fucking what Pedro? You kiss my best fucking friend and then hide it from me??” Your finger hurts from the pressure of pointing it into his chest. “I didn’t kiss her.” You ignore him. “When did it happen?” “Baby, listen to me. I didn’t kiss Ashley.” He ignores you. “WHEN DID IT HAPPEN?” You scream at him, all of the emotions spilling over. You sink down to the floor, abandoning your prior standing position, and you cry. 

“I didn’t kiss her babygirl. I would never hurt you like that.” He sits down next to you, his back against the wall. You don’t speak. “It was last Tuesday, when she came over to talk to me like you asked her to. She said it was because you wanted her to like me, for us to be friends. She started acting differently and before I knew it she was kissing me. That’s all that happened baby.” He explains as he runs his fingers along the baby hairs on your forehead. “You didn’t kiss her?” You look into his big brown puppy eyes, searching for the truth. “I didn’t kiss her.” He affirms. “I promise, babygirl.” 

“Pinky promise?” He interlocks his pinky with yours. 

You didn’t speak to Ashley for two weeks after that incident. You wanted so badly to know why she did it, but in the end you didn’t think it mattered, each outcome still ended with her being a selfish person- a bad friend. You didn’t really talk things out either but you decided to forgive her. The friendship was too important to you at the time to give up but you wouldn’t let her be anywhere near Pedro again. The idea of them being friends was out the window. 

—

 “What a bitch.” His thick accent shining through extra hard with his own anger.- it makes you laugh. “I don’t even know what to do at this point. I don’t think I can trust her anymore.” he nods in agreement. “I know sweetheart but I'm here for you, no matter what you decide to do. Okay?” it's your turn to nod. “Okay. Thank you Hugh, really. I don’t know what I would do without you.” You look up at him, giving him a small smile and a quick kiss on his side. “You know what sucks more than possibly losing my best friend for good?” You ask, humor shines in your eyes. “What’s that?”

“Losing my New York tour guide.” He laughs. “You’re laughing now, but it’s serious. She created these crazy itineraries for us to be the most obnoxious tourist. Now I have to rely on my own planning skills, which aren’t great.” Hugh goes quiet for a moment. You search his face for his thoughts and he seems unsure of what he’s about to say. 

“I could..uh. I could go to New York with you. I kinda need to go anyways, been meaning to go.” He says and when you don’t speak right away, he panics. “You don’t have to say yes. I know we’ve been spending a lot of time together and I understand if you want some time for yourself..” You giggle at his overthinking. “Hugh, I would love for you to come to New York with me.” He lets out a breath you didn’t know he was holding. “Okay good. That’s great! I needed to go back a few weeks ago actually so this works out for the both of us.” 

“Why didn’t you go back when you needed to?” His cheeks go red. “Oh my god! You totally stayed because of me didn’t you?”

 “Maybe..” He admits. “I was scheduled to fly back to New York before your album party, but then you texted me. I couldn’t pass that up.” 

“You keep acting like this and you’re gonna make me fall in love with you Hugh Jackman.” A smug smile falls onto his lips. “You better.” 

The few days leading up to you leaving for New York were short. Hugh left for the city the next day, promising he would see you the moment you landed, sealing the promise with a quick kiss. You busied yourself with tour rehearsals and interview prep. It had been a lonely few days. Hugh was gone and you weren’t talking to Ashley, you didn’t know what to do with yourself. You and Hugh texted daily but it wasn’t the same as being in his presence, a presence you had come to enjoy having around. You were close to saying ‘fuck it’ and be fully committed to him but a part of you was still hesitant. Too much has happened recently, it feels like you can’t think straight half the time. Your last relationship was only a few months ago, your best friend was trying to steal every man you liked, and you’re at the peak of your career. You needed a mental breather. 

LAX airport was cold and stuffy. People were walking casually towards their destination with a few runners here and there. While you loved traveling, airports made you feel uneasy. There were so many people going to the most random places on the most random days and random times. It was uncomfortable to think about. You sat there in silence, too afraid to wear headphones. You liked to know what was happening around you at all times, a freak peeve. When it was finally time to board the plane, you were already exhausted from it all. Almost seven hours later, you landed at JFK airport in New York City. Once you turn off airplane mode on your phone, you see a few texts from Hugh. He insisted that he could pick you up from the airport and take you to your hotel. Your ‘personal chauffeur” he jokingly called himself. You texted Hugh back as people hurriedly grabbed their belongings and scurried down the thin aisles. 

You: just landed! see you soon hot stuff ;)

He told you beforehand that he made arrangements to pick you up in a private area, away from prying eyes. You weren’t nearly famous enough to know what that means, so you simply followed the instructions he gave you. It was a little confusing at first, having only been in the busy airport once before. With some help from workers, Hugh was finally in your view. He had a big smile on his face with his arms open wide for you. You walked with a little pep in your step, suitcase rolling behind you. When you got close enough, you let the handle go and ran the rest of the short distance to Hughs arms. His embrace was warm and welcoming, a familiar place. 

“Missed you sweet girl.” He mumbles into your hair. You pull back slightly, arms still holding him. “Missed you too.” Your voice is shy, almost forgetting how it felt to have his attention on you. You had missed him, more than you thought you would. Hearing his voice again made life feel real again after the past mundane days you’ve endured. The walk to his car was intimate- his arm sat atop your shoulders as you walked side by side. He insisted on rolling your luggage for you and wouldn’t take no for an answer when you protested. A true gentleman. He opened the passenger door for you, making sure you were in before putting your suitcase in the trunk and hopping into the driver's side. He looked a lot more presentable than you did. He wore a pair of blue jeans and a black shirt that hugged his biceps in a way that almost made you drool. It was simple but he looked delicious. Your sweats and hoodie couldn’t compare. His beard had finally grown in, no longer the prickly stubble that rested there a month ago. It was full and you hoped he would let it grow to that length that made him look even more expensive. 

“The option to stay at my place is still on the table if you want it babe.” He says, resting his hand on your thigh as he begins to pull out of the hidden parking lot. There was something so attractive about a man driving. Hugh’s side profile was godly and him driving really did something to your brain. “That wouldn’t be very friendly of us Hugh.” You rest your hand on top of his. “I think that’s the friendliest thing I could possibly do. Offer you a place to stay while in town instead of staying in a dingy hotel.” He eggs on trying to convince you. He first pitched the idea the night he offered to come to New York with you. You immediately declined, not wanting to invade his space. You wouldn’t know how to handle it, it made things too real. He had been over to your house countless times, but you had never been to his. You thought it best to keep it that way. You weren’t sure you could control yourself around him when you were surrounded by all things him. “Nothing is ever friendly between us Hugh.” He squeezes your thigh. “I have to argue with you there baby. In my humble opinion, we are too friendly.” He glances over to you and gives you a wink. He hasn’t been afraid of letting his intentions known. To let you know that he wants you, not as a friend. You’ve seen just how bad he craved you and it was tempting. He knew he had a dangerous effect on you, one that you worked really hard to control. 

“You’re always so horny.” You mumble. “It’s hard not to be when I have a gorgeous girl like you around all the time.” God he was so good with his words. His voice and his way of speaking. It was no mystery as to why he had people swooning for him left and right- you included. “Whatever.” You open your phone to text Stacy, letting her know you landed and in good hands. It was weird flying solo. You got so accustomed to flying along Ashley or Stacy. You weren’t particularly mad at the change if it meant you got to see Hugh’s face light up just at seeing you again. “Will you at least come over once?” He asks, hopeful. “I’ve seen your house, I’d really like you to see mine. It’s where I live most of the time. It would mean a lot.” The squeeze on your thigh lingers, his grip lasting longer than the previous one. You didn’t know how to explain that you really didn’t want to do that- be in his house. You didn’t think he would understand what you mean when you say ‘it’s too much’. The desperation in his voice, the yearning he felt to have you in his home. You couldn’t say no. “Yea I can do that.” The small smile that rested on his lips grew, his face lighting up. It made your stomach twist up in knots. 

The hotel that Stacy booked for you was grand. The elegance and class in the places you’ve stayed at while traveling has never failed to amaze you. Growing up, your family didn’t have a lot of money. When you went on family trips, the cheapest hotel, usually a motel 6, was your usual nightly accommodations. The places you stayed in now would have little you screaming and running around. The whole ‘entering fame’ process had been a huge culture shock that you were still learning to navigate appropriately. 

“Hm. Not too shabby, my house is better though.” Hugh says as he sits your luggage to the side. He had put a hat and sunglasses on, trying to make it less obvious that it was him- trying to hide that it was him who was with you. The hat, sunglasses, and beard combo was doing a number on your body. It took a lot of strength to keep yourself from dragging him to the bed and riding him until you were satisfied. Though, you’re not sure that you could ever be fully satisfied with Hugh. Not because you were scared he wouldn’t be good in bed but because you knew once he had you, you would need him again and again until you physically couldn’t handle him anymore. You  felt him that one night on the couch, movie night, you knew that man was packing and that it wouldn’t take much for him to bruise your cervix.

 “Hugh, please.” You warn him. He puts his hands up in defense. “Sorry, sorry…Just don’t forget that it’s an option.” “I don’t think you’d let me forget..” You let out a breathy laugh after. Hugh sits down at a small table and watches you as you walk around, exploring the room. You unpack a few things to make it easier on yourself later. “Are you up for exploring today?” He asks as he walks into the bathroom, where you’re placing your toiletries along the vanity counter. “Oo! I’d love to explore. I have one weird request though.” You're still facing the mirror when Hugh comes up behind you. His arms wrap around your waist, sitting a little higher due to his height. “What’s that baby?” He’s watching you through the mirror, as you organize your skin care. “I wanna go to Trinity Church to see Hamilton's grave.” You say nonchalantly. Hugh laughs and questions you. “I need to sing the ‘he’s buried in Trinity Church near you’ line from Hamilton.” Hugh continues laughing. “What!?” He barely gets the words out. It somewhat offends you.  “I thought you’d understand, being a theater nerd and all but I guess not.” You cross your arms and try to break through his hold to walk away. “Mhm. I’m sorry, come back. I wasn’t trying to make fun of you. You’re just full of surprises.” You relax in his hold. 

“Does that mean you’ll take me?” You look at his eyes through the mirror. “Yea i’ll take you.” He smiles. You look at Hugh in the mirror, observing how the two of you look together. He looks really good holding you and not to toot your own horn, but Hugh and yourself made an attractive couple. He looked good on your arm and you looked good on his. “You're so pretty, baby.” He whispers. “Every time I look at you, I’m blown away that you’re hanging around with me.” His arms tighten around you. “Hmm. I think we look good together, don’t you?” You reach your neck up to look at him as best as you can given the angle. He studies your two bodies in the mirror before agreeing. “Yea we do.”

Walking around with Hugh felt freeing. You’ve been trying so hard to keep things private lately that every time you weren’t in the secure confines of your house with him, you felt panicked. It was something that crossed your mind before the two of you left the hotel but he assured you that it wasn’t very likely that someone would notice both of you. You were a little doubtful in his words, opting to dress in a way that protected you from the early fall breeze and from making it too obvious of who you were. Hugh had been right though, you both were able to walk around pretty freely, undisturbed. He brought you to trinity church first and reluctantly filmed a video of you dramatically singing the line from Hamilton. To you it was peak comedy and Hugh was being a big hater. He took you to a few of his favorite places, hidden gems. It was perfect. You wanted to hold his hand, bodies brushing against each other as you walked, but you couldn’t. The night ended by Hugh taking you to get traditional New York pizza. He ordered a large pepperoni and you both walked back to the hotel. The moment your room door was opened, you were pulling your heeled boots off. The walking destroyed your feet but you’d gone beyond your daily step goals- a win is a win. Sitting at the table with Hugh, you both grabbed a slice of pizza. He waited for you to take a bite first, looking for your reaction. When you took a bite, you let out a moan- you weren’t sure if it was because it tasted that good or because of how hungry you were. “That good?” Hugh asks in amusement. “Yes, I was starving.” He chuckles and takes his own big bite. The two of you down the entire pizza at an embarrassingly fast rate. “Did you have fun today?” He asks you. “Yea, I really did. Thank you Hugh.” 

When Hugh left, you scrolled through all of the pictures and videos you had taken today. You snuck a couple of Hugh and you might have stared at them a little too long. You watched the Trinity Church video so you could post it on TikTok. As you uploaded it into the app and were giving it one last watch before hitting post, a sound caught your attention. You grabbed your headphones and connected them to get a better listen. As you were singing, you could hear Hugh quietly laughing in the background. The sound brought a smile to your face, replaying it over and over just to hear it again. You hit the ‘post’ and called it a night. 

The next morning was an early one. You had to be at the photo shoot at five am to get ready, meaning you were out the door at four. Stacy met you down in the lobby and led you to the car she had waiting for you. “How was your first day in New York? You and Ashley have fun?” She asks as she buckles her seatbelt. “Oh, Ashley didn’t come, we aren’t friends anymore. My first day was good though, really fun.” You smile at the memories of the day prior, ignoring the small pain from hearing Ashley’s name. Stacy gives you a questioning look. You sigh before explaining, “She was being weird and it turns out she was flirting with Hugh the other day when they came to rehearsals. She didn’t even have the decency not to do it in the exact same room.” Her expression turns to an understanding one. “Well, good riddance. I knew after the first time that the girl was nothing but trouble. Good for you babe.” She types on her phone for a moment before turning her attention back to you- your staring out the window, taking in the somewhat empty streets that were full of people the night before.

“So, what did you do yesterday that was so fun?” You don’t look at her when you respond. “Hugh took me exploring, showed me the city.” She snorts. “Hugh, huh?” You look at her sheepishly. “Yea. He felt bad that I didn’t have someone to go with me so he offered.” You shrug. It wasn’t that big of a deal. “I told you.” 

“Told me what?” 

“That you wouldn’t be able to stay away from that man.” She shakes her head. You sometimes forgot just how well Stacy knows you after years of her by your side. The car comes to a stop outside of a short building, shorter than the other ones around it anyway. You sat in hair and makeup for a while, talking to the artists as they worked. You always liked making conversation with the people that helped you, it was always interesting hearing everyone's stories. The photo shoot wasn’t anything crazy. It was a well known photographer that had worked with major stars, her most recent model being Zendaya. It was a huge compliment that she wanted to work with you. It wasn’t like other shoots you had done before, this had been way more artsy and free. You were so used to doing things for brands or for your own music, where everything needed to be a certain way. It was nice to work on projects where you didn’t have to think but just be you. 

When the shoot was over, you sat in a small lobby with Stacy as you waited for the car to come pick you up. You opened tiktok to see what people were saying in the comments of your latest post. Most of them were freaking out over the laugh in the background, over analyzing it to find out who it was. There were a few comments that speculated that it might be Hugh and it made you laugh, shocked by the crazy detective skills your fans had. You kept scrolling when you saw a comment that caught your attention.

‘Y/N GET YOUR MAN UNDER CONTROL SDJFJSDF’ 

You clicked on the ‘view replies’ tab under it trying to figure out what they were talking about. Thankfully, other people were just as confused as you were with multiple ‘context?’ comments under it. 

‘look at hughs recent instagram post 😭’

In curiosity, you closed Tiktok and opened instagram. You went to the search bar, clicking on his username from your recent searched section. You click on the most recent picture making it enlarge and you let out an audible gasp. “Are you okay?” Stacy asks. You almost forgot where you were for a second. “Yea i’m fine…funny tiktok comment.” You tried to play it off, hoping she’d buy the excuse. It seems to work as she gives a small nod, looking back down to her phone. You look back down at your own device, in complete and utter shock. You knew he was built, seeing other pictures he had posted and endless edits of his greasy hawaiian rolls from Deadpool and Wolverine. 

This however seemed so much slutier. He was in, what you assumed was his home bathroom, taking shirtless pictures of himself. You could tell it had been recent because his beard and hair were the same length that it’s been for the past week. You felt frozen, not knowing what to do. He looked absolutely scrumptious. Pulling out your airpods from your purse, you put them on to listen to the attached audio. You had no fucking clue how you were supposed to look him in the eyes the next time you saw him. His voice was something special. It had the ability to make your knees weak at the sound. This was no different. It felt like he was teasing you subtly. You quickly screenshot the picture and swipe out of instagram, opening your message app. 

You: I leave you alone for less than 24 hours and you’re over here posting thirst traps for the internet… 

Hugh <3: I just wanted to thank my team. As the caption said…I am grateful. 

You: hmm you say it’s being grateful, I say it’s being a SLUT!! 

You: you look really fucking good though…

Hugh<3: 😂😂😂

Hugh<3: Thank you baby. Do I get to see you today or are you still busy? 

You: I have meetings the rest of the day :( 

Hugh<3: It’s okay sweetheart. I’ll see you tomorrow? 

You: I have fallon tmrw night but i’ll be free at 8pm if you wanna meet up then? 

Hugh<3: That works for me. Text me when you’re done for the day, okay? Talk to you later baby

The car finally stops signaling that you were at the first meeting of the day. There were endless introductions, hand shaking, and smiling. It was a lot more tiring than it sounded. Stacy was doing most of the work, covering major details for whatever was being discussed- again you mainly sat and listened. There were a few times when you really had to pay attention as key points were being made but nothing would be final until your team and lawyer looked over whatever deals were being discussed. There was a short two hour break of freedom that Stacy and yourself used to grab some food. Then it was right back to work. You were somewhat grateful for Stacy scheduling all of the heavy work stuff on one day because it meant you didn’t have to do this again on the remaining days of your trip. Stacy liked to set it up that way, giving you more time to be free from work, you loved her for it. The two of you had dinner together and went your separate ways after. You got back to your hotel at ten and to say you were worn out was an understatement. Your head was hurting from all the talking and bright fluorescent lights of each office you sat in today. 

You: I’m finally freeeee!! 

After hitting send, you hopped in the shower. The best thing about staying in an expensive hotel was how great the water pressure was. The hot water felt like heaven against your sticky skin, the thick body glitter from the photoshoot finally slipping away. You let your mind wander back to the picture that had been in your mind all day. Running your hands down your body, teasing yourself while imagining that it was Hugh’s wide hands instead. You let your hands disappear in the place that ached the most, working as your mind played the fantasies that ate away at you. You could almost feel Hugh’s mouth whispering against your ear as the feeling of ecstasy washes over your body, the running water muffling the sounds of your pleasure. 

Hugh still hadn’t texted you back when you had gotten out of the shower. It was unusual for him to take so long to respond but given the time- and his age- he was probably asleep. The downside to dating older men was their need to be in bed so early. You giggled to yourself thinking about the thought of Hugh being knocked the fuck out in bed after yawning since the clock hit 7pm. Laying in bed, you whipped out your phone opening twitter. You tweeted a quick post, reminding your fans to watch Jimmy Fallon tomorrow night. You scrolled lazily for a while, feeling the sleep take over you but when you saw one post in particular, you felt wide awake. 

‘Hugh Jackman and ex-wife seen walking around New York together a year after separation.’ 

You had no right to feel the jealousy and anger that sat tight in your chest. His ex-wife was something you were completely aware of but it was a subject neither Hugh or yourself had talked about. You understood that she would always be around, after being married to her longer than you’d even been alive. You laugh in disbelief. It sounded so stupid when you put it like that. The age gap never bothered you until you put it in perspective. You couldn’t help who you liked though. The overthinking hit faster than you could stop it. You wondered why he didn’t tell you that he was seeing her today. His smile in the picture was a little too wide, he looked too happy. He wasn’t even yours to claim, yet you wanted her to know that he had you now, that he wanted you. The vile thoughts that danced around your head were making your temper rise. You set some alarms and tried to get some sleep. Most of the night was tossing and turning, thinking about Hugh’s ex-wife. 

Hugh<3: Good morning sweet girl. I’m sorry for not getting back to you last night. I fell asleep on the couch waiting for you to text me lol 

It was what you saw first when your alarm went off. It was sent a few hours ago since you gave yourself some time to sleep in, given the trouble you had getting to sleep last night. You ultimately decided that you wouldn’t be mad at him for it, you didn’t have a reason to be. If the two of you were official, things would be different, but you weren’t. You were going to try your best to swallow the jealousy and let it be. 

You: good morning baby! I figured that’s what happened lol

Hugh<3: Are you excited for Fallon tonight? 😄

You: yea…only a tinsy bit nervous 

Hugh<3: You’re gonna crush it babe, I know it. I still get to see you after yea? Miss you

You: I miss you too :(

You: do you wanna meet at the hotel after or…?

Hugh<3: I can pick you up and we can go to my place? 

You stared at the message contemplating it. Hugh’s house was already a fear of yours but his house at night seemed a lot more intimate. You felt the need to be that intimate with him though- it was fueled by the pictures from last night, you knew it was. If that hadn't happened, you’d be saying no, making up excuses not to. You needed the validation too much to think straight. 

You: yea we can do that :)

Once you get to the Tonight Show studio, you barely have time to put your things down before you're being guided around. Thankfully, you warmed up your voice before leaving your hotel room just in case you didn’t have time to do it here. The crew had you and your dancers do a quick run through of the song to make sure everything was working before you were sent to your dressing room to get ready. Kat, your stylist, and Amari, your makeup and hair artist, were already in the room ready to get to work. You took the time to catch up with both of them, the three of you falling into a familiar routine. Your nerves started to build up as it got closer to the filming time. About twenty minutes before you were called to stage, Jimmy came back to introduce himself. He was a really sweet guy, super bubbly and humble. It eased your mind a little bit but they shot right back up when your name was called. “Y/n L/n everybody!”. The studio audience erupted in cheers as you walked to Jimmy’s desk. “Welcome to the show, how are you doing tonight?” He asks. “I’m doing amazing, thank you so much for having me.” The cheers finally slow down. “So, I got told that this is your first late night show interview, is that right?” 

“Yes, it is!” 

“I’m honored to be the first.” 

“I’m glad it’s you who popped my late night talk show cherry, Jimmy.” You joke, using your song's title as a pun, which he does his famous laugh at. The interview was going really well, most of the questions being ones you’ve answered countless times before.

“There have been a few rumors going around after a tiktok you posted the other day and I have to ask.” You nod ready for whatever question he’s about to ask. “Is the laugh behind the camera Mr. Hugh Jackman?” Your smile falters for a second before you put it right back on. This was something you weren’t prepared for at all. You let out a laugh. “The fans can keep speculating. A girl never kisses and tells.” It probably wasn’t the best answer- you know it wasn’t the best answer- but it’s all you could come up with in that moment. You just hoped no one noticed the split second your calm facade slipped, that it felt longer than it had actually lasted. 

Hugh was already there when you were free to leave, having texted him in the spare moment you had while getting changed into your performance outfit. Once you were in the car, he didn’t hesitate to ask how it went. “It was good. He uh…he asked about you.” You don’t why you were concerned about how he would respond, but you were. “About me?” He glances at you quickly before focusing on the road again. “Uhh..yeah. I posted the Hamilton video on tiktok and you can hear you laughing in it. I didn’t think it would be that big of a deal but people started to guess it was you. I’m sorry.” You slump down into the seat, waiting for his anger to come but it never does. “Don’t apologize baby. I want people to know I’m with you.” He never fails at knowing what to say, his words always flow out of his mouth effortlessly. “I kinda redirected the question though, not really giving a solid answer. I don’t know, it really threw me off.” He nods. “They like to do that, be sneaky.” 

It took a little longer than expected to get to his place, New York traffic moving at a snail's pace. When you do finally arrive, he’s pulling into an underground parking garage that sits under a skyscraper that you can’t see the top of. The elevator ride up was easily the longest one you’d ever been on, his penthouse being on the 56th floor. He opens the door and turns on the light switch that is conveniently placed in the entrance. “Welcome to my home. Mi casa es su casa.” He jokes and you let out a short snort at the stupid joke. “Would you like the official Hugh Jackman house tour?” Excitement was radiating off of him and you thought it was cute that he was this worked up about you being here, in his space. “I’d love one.” He offers his hand and you take it. Your once icy hand being warmed up instantly from his large, warm one. 

As he dragged you to the living room, you started to feel that uneasiness again, like you shouldn’t be here. It kept nagging at you in the back of your head but you refused to pick at it. This was making Hugh happy, you weren’t going to ruin that because of whatever issues you were hiding. After showing you the living room, he pulls you into a large kitchen. A vase full of bright pink flowers, balloons, and a cookie cake that reads ‘congrats’ sits on the counter. You let go of his hand and walk over to the island while he stays put. You run your fingertips over the soft petals of the flowers, peonies- your favorite. “Do you like them? I uh..wasn’t sure what your flower preference was, so I chose peonies because of your song.” 

The gesture makes you emotional. You’d never had a man go out of his way for you like this. He hadn’t known what flowers you liked but he remembered your song title to fill in the blank. A song where you had one line that says: ‘you got me roses when you know I like peonies’. A song from your debut album. “I love them. I love this.” You gesture to the display. You walk back over to where he stands and reach up to grab his face, bringing it down to give him a quick peck on his lips. “This means a lot to me, thank you Hugh.” The previous perturbation vanishing from your head, that cherished easiness you felt with Hugh slips back in. You were meant to be here. 

“Shall we finish the tour?” You ask, spirits high. “Of course my lady, right this way.” He leads you room to room, giving you a mini explanation for each one. It was an average home, well average for a millionaire. It was obvious that a single, older man lived here but not in a bad way, there just wasn’t a woman's touch on the place. “This is bathroom number two, the one I use most frequently.” Something about the room seemed familiar as you looked around. There were a few art pieces on the marbled wall, a large mirror across from them. You were looking at the suspiciously large mirror when it clicked. 

“OH MY GOD!! This is the thirst trap bathroom! I can’t believe I have the pleasure of being in such a sacred place.” You move around the space in a theatrical way, pretending you were in a place of true importance. 

“Oh god…shut up.” He groans in embarrassment. “Could you reenact the moment? It would really help me get the full feel of the room.” You’re still teasing him but that question came back to slap you right across the face. You see a smirk on Hugh's face and he’s reaching his hands down and starts lifting his shirt off- but not in the practical way but in the super sexy crossed arms way. “WAIT! I was just kidding.” You practically scream at him, not mentally prepared to see Hugh shirtless in person. He stops and shrugs, turning around to leave the room. Before you can stop yourself, the horny part of your brain is speaking. “Wait no, keep going.” He slowly turns around with that stupid sexy smile of his and the raised eyebrow thing he does. The atmosphere of the small room changed instantly. He’s pulling at his shirt again, painfully slow in your opinion. As he inches it up, you analyze each slither of skin that’s freed. There is a patch of hair below his belly button leading down into his pants. A strong v-line and a thick vein practically popping out of his skin, begging to be traced with your tongue. The shirt goes higher and higher, revealing more of his chest. Each ab pops out and it’s like a gift from God right in front of your eyes. He pulls the shirt over his head, biceps flexing slightly, and drops the shirt onto the floor. You're frozen in place, not believing that this is real. 

You never have been one to believe in karma but you must have been a saint in your past life to deserve this. You see his mouth move but don’t hear a word he says. All you see is the hairy chest you’d been thirsting over, moving closer until it’s right in front of you. He grabs your cheeks between one hand and faces your eyes up towards his own. “Are you okay y/n?” He has a worry behind his eyes. 

“You’re like really hot. It’s actually frustrating how hot you are.” His grip on your face loosens as you speak. “You asked to see, I was only fulfilling your wishes.” You felt dizzy. He hadn’t even touched you and the way your whole face sits in his one hand and the way his abs are begging to be licked, had you flustered. You were drunk on Hugh. “You're wandering again…maybe I should put my shirt back on.” He goes to reach for it but you reach out, lightly grabbing his arm to stop him. “Not yet.” It’s mumbled and quiet, aimed more towards yourself than it was to him. 

Hugh stands back up, his height towering over you. You couldn’t decide if he had always been so tall. Towering over you in a way that made your heart beat faster. Your mind was battling itself: the arousal wanting nothing more than for Hugh to do whatever he wanted with you while the more reasonable side knew that there were too many things that needed to be talked about before crossing this line. The line had been crossed many times before with the kisses, touches, hand holding- the night on the couch… Sex was different. You weren’t fond of casual sex, it was too intimate an act to categorize as such. Whatever was happening between Hugh and yourself was far from casual though and you trusted him not to hurt you.

“You’re kinda scaring me here, pretty girl. Are you okay?” You couldn’t tell him that seeing his chest had sent you into a horny dazed confusion. You looked up at him, into his worried eyes. He was always so concerned about your well being and he cared so much about everything going on in your life. God, you prayed that this wouldn’t come back to bite you in the ass.

“Kiss me please.” Your voice is shaky, unstable. “Are you sure baby?” His hands rest on your shoulders, eyes searching yours for any doubt. 

“Please Hugh. I need you to kiss me.” His once troubled eyes turned dark as he bent down, kissing you like he never had before. The kiss was messy, full of hunger. His hands trailed down your sides until they cupped under the base of your ass. He effortlessly picks you up to sit you on the bathroom counter, lips never breaking contact. You could feel his tongue prodding at the entrance of your mouth as it asked for permission to enter. Granting access, your lips open, a throaty moan draws out as you feel his tongue swipe against yours. He pulls back for a moment. “Can I take this off? Is that okay?” He asks, referring to your shirt. His usual thick australian accent was soft in his breathy voice. You nod shyly and he doesn’t hesitate to reach down. You put your arms up to aid him as he gently pulls the shirt up and he sucks in a sharp breath. “Fuck baby…so fucking pretty.” His hands cup your bra covered breast, thumbs softly trailing over your stiff nipples causing you to drop your head back with a moan of pleasure. “We never finished the tour, sweet girl.” His hands are still fondling you and you lift your head back up to look at him. “What?” 

“There’s one more room I didn't get to show you.” His hands finally drop from your chest and he’s grabbing your hand, leading you towards whatever room it was that you hadn’t seen. He opens the door and the air surrounding you smells like Hugh. It was almost enough to make you pass out, head already light and fuzzy. 

You don’t have time to look around, Hugh immediately turning you to face him, attacking your mouth once again. His hands are reaching for the button of your jeans, pulling them down slowly once he’s got them open. Hugh’s lips escape yours and trail down your neck, your chest, the sides and your body, and finally your stomach as he slowly lowers himself to sit on his knees. He lifted each of your feet, helping you out of each pant leg. At each lift of your leg, he also pulls each sock off, kissing your calves as he does so. You're left in nothing but a black bra and thong. “Mhm. Can I touch you baby?” He asks looking up at you. You nod, the position he was in, all too arousing. He practically growls at your answer and starts leaving messy kisses on your thighs, his hands gripping the back of them. His lips trail up higher, ghosting over where you needed him the most. You could feel his breath through the thin cotton of your panties. Your own breath hitches as he licks a long teasing path between your two folds, the cotton dipping into them from the weight of his tongue. He looks up at you through his lashes, asking for permission. You mouth a small ‘please’ the only word that seems to be in your vocabulary at the moment. 

His thick fingers slip between the fabric and the skin on your hip on either side of your body, pulling the soaked thong down your legs. Before he continues, he’s standing up and guiding you to the bed. “Get up there and spread that pretty pussy for me baby. Wanna see it.” You waste no time doing what he asks, climbing up the unusually tall bed and laying on your back. You don’t open your legs right away, shyness creeping in. You were almost fully exposed to Hugh, the only thing still covered being your boobs, while he was almost fully covered, only his shirt being off. “Don’t go all shy on me now baby.” He says, guiding your legs open, pussy on full display. “Fuck..look at you sweet girl, all wet for me.” His thumbs pull back each fold, exposing the pink that was partially hidden. He leans town and licks from your entrance to your clit. “Mhmm fuck.” You moan out at the feeling. His tongue felt hot against your warm center, beard tickling your skin as he moved. The sound encourages him to continue. He dives down again, tongue lapping around your needy clit. The constant pressure causes your body to jerk voluntarily. Hugh brings both of his hands to hold you down at your legs, tongue still abusing the small bud. Loud moans escape your mouth as his tongue trails down to your entrance sliding in. “Oh fuck me.” You moan out. “Your pussy taste so fucking good.” He mutters against your skin. His right hand moves from its position on your hip, his middle finger sliding down to your opening. He slowly slides it in, the small stretch feels too good. He starts moving it, hitting the spongy bundle of nerves over and over again. “Fuck baby, i’m gonna cum.” You warn him. His head dips back down, tongue returning to your clit and one suck is all it takes for you to come around his finger. You let out a string of moans and curses, Hugh never letting up until your climax is over. He does one more lap around your pussy with his tongue, cleaning everything up before moving up the bed next to you. 

“Been wanting to do that forever baby. Knew you’d have a perfect little pussy.” His words make you cover your face with your hands in embarrassment. Even with your own orgasm washing the need out of your body, you were still turned on. The sight of your slick in Hugh’s beard and the very noticeable tent in Hugh’s jeans made it worse. You sit up and go to move. “Where are you going?” Hugh asks, sitting up on his forearms to look at you. You don't respond, instead you reach for the button of his jeans. “You don’t have to do that baby.” He assures you. “I want to.” It was the first coherent sentence you’ve been able to muster and it makes Hugh fall back into the bed. You pull his jeans and boxers off in one go, too impatient to wait. His cock springs free, red and angry. It was long, thin, and veiny- exactly as you imagined it being. It made your mouth water. He had a thick patch of pubic hair and it turned you on even more, you were such a whore for hairy men. 

You sat yourself between each of his thighs, running your hands up and down them. He’s watching you as you take your right hand, wrapping it around the base of him. He sucks in a breath. You're looking him in the eyes as you lean your head down, letting your tongue swirl in slow circles around his tip. “Fuck…” You take the tip slowly into your mouth, sucking on it while your tongue still circles. Your left hand replaces the right on his dick, right hand moving down to cup his balls. “Shit..” He hisses out. “Haven’t done this in a while baby, not gonna last long at all.” He confesses but men coming fast had always been something that excited you, so you got to work. Your head dipped lower, taking more of him in your mouth while hollowing your cheeks, creating a dangerous suction on him. Your pace was steady as he moaned. “Yea baby, just like that…mmm fuck.” He was a talker and you loved it. You took him out of your mouth, moving down to his balls instead. You sucked on them as your hands worked his shaft. He was breathing rapidly. “I’m gonna cum baby….ohh fuck baby don’t stop.” You immediately moved your mouth back to his tip, sucking every drop of cum from him, not letting any go to waste. You can feel his thighs clenching next to yours. When you're confident that he was done spewing, you swallow it down happily and smile up at him. 

“You’re a dream, you know that? So fucking perfect for me.” He sighs in content as you crawl up to lay on his chest. “You really believe that?” You ask. “I really believe it, y/n. Haven’t felt this way in a long time..” You didn’t want to ask him what that meant, he would tell you eventually. “You wanna stay here tonight?” You look around, seeing the time on the digital alarm clock he had on a bedside table. It read 11:30pm. “Yea, if that’s okay.” You didn’t want to inconvenience him, even if he’s the one who asked. “More than okay sweet girl.” 

The two of you took a quick shower together, the main goal was to get clean so you could hit the hay. Hugh strayed from that a little bit at the sight of your boobs, which he hadn’t seen fully during the fun you had earlier. He gave them small kisses, worshiping them as you washed your hair. He gave you a shirt to sleep in and you opted to go commando, not wanting to put your dirty underwear back on- Hugh didn’t complain about this. His own pajamas being his boxers and nothing else. The two of you laid in Hugh’s bed, you cuddled on his side running your fingers through the hair on his chest. A silence fell over the room, sleep creeping its way in.

thank you for reading!

part six

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[germesthegenie]

Seriously what was this guy’s problem

Been wanting to do a drawing with how I imagine Victoria’s fear aura to look like and this arc gave a good opportunity for that. Thoughts on the arc itself below

Ended up with a lot of thoughts this arc so doing this now rather than waiting for Arc 9. Also started writing more of these comments as I read rather than after the chapter/arc.

Arc 8

Looking at the audiobook and thought, Chapters at a reasonable length? Maybe?

Yay Defiant and Dragon!

I liked the little scene of Victoria asking about Armsmaster’s plan during the Leviathan fight in the context of her family’s deaths. Usually thought about if Aegis got killed as collateral damage from the luring plan and how Defiant felt about that now, kinda forgot Manpower was also there

Huh yeah kinda funny how tinker personalities divide like that. Some of these segments of Victoria’s narration do feel a bit rambly or tangential (sometimes kinda feels like WB taking any opportunity to expand the worldbuilding on powers) but at the same time can be fun and highlight how Victoria’s more of a cape nerd to Taylor’s power munchkin

“Wow Kenzie you sure know a lot about lead poisoning!” “Thanks I researched it a lot” … :(

More things building up for Capricorn’s story. Guessing he’s our next focus this arc or the next? Having to timeshare a body with contrasting personalities does sound like it’d suck, even moreso with the sexuality stuff

Damn Monokeros is creepy. Casually having Birdcage tier capes sitting in the same prison as lesser criminals, especially ones with that strong of a Master power, is probably the biggest flaw of the prison system here. Not to mention it being accessible enough to be the target of any capable masterminds in need of minions it seems. I forget, did Khepri or Scion collapse the Birdcage or something to that effect? Or is it just because it’s on Earth Bet that they don’t use it anymore?

Kenzie highlighted the main theme of Breakthrough’s powers: They almost all have incredibly strong and potentially deadly powers, but for one reason or another they hold back, for the most part because they’re heroes. It’s interesting, but also makes me wonder how things will go when they face a threat they can go all out on (like an Endbringer tier or someone with a kill order)

Finally got to see the whole “everyone jumps the rulebreakers” thing Tattletale talked about in the whole cops and robbers talk way back in Worm, at least for smaller time rulebreakers and not S Class threats.

Also still reinforces my thought that Prancer is essentially a more villainous Skitter from an outside perspective. The Undersiders were playing pretty loose with the Unwritten Rules as well by the end of things

Cryptid continues to get weirder and more horrifying what do you mean he has a form that gives birth

(8.7) Wretch, kill Monokeros with hammers please. And Kenzie please don’t internalize what the creepy child killer thinks.

I’ve only had the Major Malfunctions for 1 chapter and if anything happened to them I would kill everyone in this room and then Carol

Ok actually Carol is being kinda cool here… how is she gonna mess this up? Aside from the probably unintentional bit where she assumed Tristan was straight

(8.9) The little secret the group’s keeping from Victoria… I’m guessing its Wretch related or Amy related

“We’re gonna show everyone we can handle PR” ok cool how will you do that Vic- “by telling everyone what happened in Gold Morning” what

(8.11) This is feeling like a high stakes version of 25.4… This won’t end with a 7th Endbringer, right? /j

(8.11) These hosts could never be O, J, and Koffi like they are just all kinds of awful.

That said, it makes sense Victoria is better with PR than Taylor, given New Wave basically depends on PR

Speaking of, Taylor mention! Love the ascension of her rep to “traumatized literally everyone”, and not even using bugs to do it. Wonder how she’d react to that if she somehow learned about it on Aleph.

(8.12) Actually can a 7th Endbringer show up and kill Hamza and John Combs? What the hell is their problem

Between these guys and the Martins, by comparison Carol might actually not be that bad- wait Carol what are you doing

(8.12) Oh ok that’s where Carol messes it all up. Sees Victoria forced to confront her trauma in front of thousands and went “How can I make this about Amy 😈”

Granted, Amy was kinda dragged into the spotlight as well with all that. Fuck Hamza, seriously. Still, not now Carol.

(8.12)…Speaking of. Well damn Amy didn’t realize you had game like that.

(8.x) Please take all of Kenzie’s suffering and give it to Hamza and John Combs

Awkward girl who thinks of herself as weird? Surprising calm confidence in dangerous situations? Incredibly down bad narration around a specific guy? Close enough, Natalie. Welcome back Arc 1-7 Taylor /j

Hookline and Kitchen Sink losing to an untrained civilian and a mostly techless Tinker they are never living this down 😭

(8.y) Every fanfic with Scapegoat in it should have him just randomly keel over with injuries from another Scapegoat’s healing (ik thats not how it works but it’d be funny)

Gotta love power synergies, even if it’s Teacher exploiting them. Also Valefor really does just keep winning (in terms of getting to use his power, probably not gonna be winning as Teacher’s thrall)

Dinah mention?? What’s she up to now?

And a Contessa mention. Not liking that Teacher has plans for her.

[leclercstars]

Love the Rockstar fics so far, something kinda related, do you think you could do something where the reader has boobs on the smaller side and is a bit insecure about them and her bf is rambling how much he loves them and doesn’t care about the size?

Love your account btw

FIRST REQUEST FIC YAY!!

bali blues. 🌊

Lando Norris x Reader

Warnings: not many it’s mostly fluff tbh, some cursing, mentions of sexual scenarios.

*full disclosure this one was a little hard to write since I have like need a breast reduction sized boobs but i tried my best!*

“Honey, i’m home!” you giggled as you bounced through the door of your apartment. Shopping bags lined every inch of your arms as you stepped into your bedroom where Lando was impatiently waiting.

“Finally!” he beamed at you.

You two had been planning your first couples trip to Bali for months now, and you had just gone on a massive shopping spree in search of the perfect swimsuits to flaunt around in.

“Please try them on for me I have been waiting ages for this moment!” Lando was bouncing excitedly, eyes wide as he waited for you to strip down.

“Okay okay! Don’t sound so desperate!” you laughed at him.

You turned and faced the wall to take off your clothes, slipping into the first suit, a high cut one piece that accentuated your toned figure.

You turned back around- doing a cutesy little spin to show off for Lando.

“You are PERFECT, y/n.” his jaw was damn near to the floor.

“Need to see the next one immediately.”

You blushed and went to strip down- but in the middle of taking the suit off Lando interrupted.

“Why aren’t you facing me? You know how I love admiring every inch of what’s mine,” he said.

You cringed. Suddenly everything felt very hot, and there was an awkward tension hanging in the room.

“You know i’m insecure about them,” you whispered.

“About what?” Lando’s innocent confusion was charming- but it certainly wasn’t helping you in the moment.

“My tits!” you yelled at the wall.

You were barely an A-cup, and ever since you started dating Lando you had noticed all the comments online about the way you were built. Flat, boyish, a whole host of other jabs making fun of your lack of womanly curves. Lando had never made you feel like he didn’t like your figure- and he damn near worshipped your tits during sex despite their size- but it felt so much different when you were just changing in front of him.

“Baby, please look at me.” he said in a gentle tone. His eyes softened as you turned towards him- the swimsuit now around your ankles- as you crossed your hands over your bare chest.

He placed you gently on his lap- and it was like he was baring into your soul. He moved your hands away from your boobs- gently and cautiously- as you now sat fully exposed on top of him.

“You are absolutely perfect in every way- and I especially love your tits. The way they look perfect in every outfit you wear- god especially those tiny going out tops- and how they fit so wonderfully in the palms of my hands. I love how they look during sex, after you get out of the shower, or when you’re just lying around the apartment naked. You look like a goddess every time I lay eyes on you.”

He was melting your insecurities away with each word that trickled out of his lips.

“What do they call it? The Itty Bitty Titty Committee? I’m the president of the fan club” he grinned at you.

You laughed sheepishly at his remark, and nuzzled your head into his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around your waist. Bali won’t be so bad after all.

[pandacherryblossoms]

~💞Three Wasn’t Enough💞~

Smut/Fluff

18+MDNI

Content Warnings:

Minjae & Sumin x Dumb fem reader | Explicit sexual content / NSFW | Dom/sub dynamics | Name-calling (e.g., “dumb slut”) | Degradation kink | Spitting | Squirting | Multiple partners / Threesome | Rough sex | Use of terms like “fucktoy” and “cumrag” | Choking / breath control (implied) | Public / exhibitionism elements (mention of being heard)

You sit on the couch, legs swinging, fingers tapping mindlessly against your lap. You’re kinda bored, but more than that—

Minjae and Sumin are staring at you.

Really, really staring.

You fidget.

Did you do something?

Maybe you forgot something?

Their arms are crossed, their gazes heavy, and Minjae’s jaw is all clenched, which makes you nervous because usually when he does that, it means he’s either thinking really hard or trying not to laugh at you.

Sumin, on the other hand, just looks amused.

You tilt your head, blinking up at them.

“…Are we playing a game?”

Sumin chuckles. “You could say that.”

Your eyes brighten. “Oh! What game? Is it fun? Do I win something? Wait, do I have to think? Because I don’t really like thinking games—”

Minjae sighs, running a hand down his face. “Baby.”

You still.

Oh no.

Wait.

That’s his serious voice.

You scramble forward, dropping to your knees in front of them, and grab Minjae’s wrist. “Wait! Did I do something? Are you mad? Oh no, I don’t like that. Can we fix it? Can I fix it?”

Minjae and Sumin exchange a glance.

Then—

Minjae chuckles, low and slow. “Look at you. Already begging and you don’t even know why.”

Sumin hums, fingers threading through your hair before he tugs, making your head tip back. “So cute. And so, so dumb.”

You whimper, your brain feeling fuzzy, but you lean into the touch anyway. “I’m not dumb.”

Minjae grabs your chin, tilting your wide, innocent eyes up to his. “No? Then tell me why you’re down here on your knees, baby.”

Your mouth opens.

Then closes.

Then opens again.

You blink.

“…Uh.”

Sumin smirks. “Exactly.”

Your bottom lip wobbles. “But—but that’s not fair, you didn’t give me time to think!”

Minjae snorts. “Baby, you couldn’t think your way out of a paper bag.”

“That’s not true! I—I totally could—”

“Really?” Sumin’s head tilts, his fingers trailing down the side of your neck. “Then what’s two plus two?”

You blink again, your mind going completely blank.

…

Oh no.

Why is it so hard to think right now?

You fidget, avoiding their gazes. “Uhm. Okay, wait, hold on, I know this.”

Sumin raises a brow. “Do you?”

You hesitate. “Uhm.”

Minjae grins. “Go on, baby. Tell us.”

You stare down at your fingers, trying really, really hard.

But all you can think about is how warm and strong they are, how they’re looking at you like you’re theirs and how—

Oh.

Oh, you like that.

A lot.

Minjae leans in, lips brushing your ear. “Clock’s ticking, sweetheart.”

You panic.

“Uh—seven?”

There’s a beat of silence.

Then—

Minjae and Sumin burst out laughing.

You whine, your face burning. “Wait—no, I—I got nervous! I knew the answer, I promise!”

Minjae cups your cheek, thumb brushing over your skin. “You’re cute when you try to lie.”

Sumin tugs your hair again, making you whimper. “And even cuter when you realize you can’t.”

You pout, but the warmth of their hands, the way they’re looking at you, makes you feel all floaty and small.

“…So,” you mumble, shifting on your knees. “Are you still mad at me?”

Minjae and Sumin exchange a glance.

Then Minjae grabs your jaw, tilting your face up again.

Sumin leans in, smirking. “No, baby. We’re not mad.”

Minjae chuckles. “But you’re still ours.”

You blink.

Then tilt your head.

“…Wait. Does that mean we’re dating?”

Minjae groans, while Sumin just laughs.

“You’re so dumb, baby,” Sumin murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

Minjae sighs, his arms wrapping around your waist, tugging you into his lap. “But yeah. You’re ours.”

You blink again, brain going blank.

Then—

You grin.

“Yay!”

Minjae sighs, but he’s smiling.

Sumin just shakes his head, amused. “God, what are we gonna do with you?”

You giggle, nuzzling into Minjae’s chest. “Feed me?”

Minjae smirks, tightening his grip. “That, baby girl, we can do.”

Sumin grins. “And so much more.”

Minjae runs a hand through your hair, his voice teasing. “So, what do you wanna eat, baby?”

You perk up, already excited. “Oh! Uhm—”

You pause.

Then frown.

Oh no.

Why is this so hard?

You fidget, thinking really, really hard. “Uhm…”

Sumin chuckles, flicking your forehead gently. “Really? You just had to answer a math problem, and now this is stumping you too?”

You pout. “It’s different! There’s so many choices! How am I supposed to pick?”

Minjae sighs. “Baby, you make things so complicated.”

Sumin hums. “Guess we’ll have to pick for you, huh?”

You nod eagerly. “Yes! Pick for me! But make sure it’s—”

“Your favorite?” Minjae smirks.

Your eyes widen.

Sumin leans back, stretching. “Already ordered.”

You gasp. “Wait—what?! What is it?”

Minjae smirks. “Guess.”

You think for a moment. Then, realization dawns.

Your mouth drops open. “No way.”

Sumin grins.

Minjae just chuckles. “Told you we know you better than you know yourself, baby.”

Your excitement bubbles over, and before you can stop yourself, you throw your arms around them, hugging them tight. “You guys are the best! I love you so much!”

Sumin freezes.

Minjae stiffens.

You blink.

Then slowly pull back, cheeks heating up. “Uh.”

Minjae’s lips twitch.

Sumin raises a brow.

“…Did you just—?”

Your face burns. “I—I mean, like, in a totally normal, casual way—”

Sumin snorts.

Minjae grins.

Then—

Minjae leans in, kissing your cheek. “We love you too, dumbass.”

Your heart stutters.

Sumin flicks your forehead again, smirking. “Now eat, baby. You’re gonna need the energy.”

You blink.

Then—

You gulp.

“Why aren’t you eating your food,” Minjae says. “Just sitting there giggling like a dumb little slut.”

Your hands scramble against his chest, whimpering. “I—I was excited—”

Sumin laughs, mean and sweet all at once. “Excited to get ruined? You’re fuckin’ drooling already.”

You are—tears clinging to your lashes, mouth parted, eyes glassy. Minjae forces you to look up at him, his grip unrelenting in your hair.

“Look at you. Our dumb baby. Can’t even count to four but knows how to beg for cock.”

Your thighs squeeze together, heat pooling so fast it’s dizzying. Sumin’s behind you, already tugging your shirt over your head, mouth dragging down your spine like he owns it.

“You want this, don’t you?” Sumin breathes, tongue licking up your back. “Wanna get used. Wanna get filled ‘til it leaks out of you.”

You nod frantically.

Minjae spits.

Right in your mouth.

You gasp, shocked—but don’t move away. You let it drip over your tongue, your lips, moaning softly as it rolls down your chin.

“Good girl,” he growls. “Fucking knew you’d take it like that.”

Sumin’s hands are rough, yanking down your shorts and underwear in one swift motion. “On the floor. Now.”

You drop to your knees.

Sumin shoves your face to the carpet, your ass high in the air, and Minjae wastes no time grabbing your jaw, forcing you to look at him. “You get three orgasms. That’s it.”

You blink.

Then whimper.

“Three?”

Minjae grins. “Yeah. And you’re gonna fucking scream for everyone to hear.”

His cock slaps your cheek, heavy and thick, dragging the spit across your face. “Open.”

You do.

Sumin’s already between your thighs, two fingers spreading your pussy open with no warning. “She’s dripping. Fuckin’ soaked. You hear that, Minjae?”

Minjae groans, shoving into your mouth. “Yeah. This dumb whore’s got a mouth just as wet.”

You choke—but you take it, tears falling, tongue working around him while Sumin starts fingering you brutally from behind.

“No warm-up,” Sumin snaps, pumping hard. “Sluts like you don’t need it.”

You’re already moaning around Minjae’s cock, body jerking, overwhelmed—but you fucking love it.

“Greedy little fucktoy,” Minjae pants, thrusting deep into your throat. “Gag on it. Take it.”

Sumin curls his fingers just right and—

You squirt.

Hard.

It splashes onto his hand, down your thighs, onto the floor, and Sumin laughs, evil and satisfied. “There’s one.”

Minjae pulls out of your mouth. “Already? We haven’t even fucked her yet.”

You’re sobbing, hips twitching, clit throbbing—but they don’t let up.

Sumin grabs your hips, slamming into you raw. No condom. No warning. Just flesh on flesh, skin slapping, as you scream around Minjae.

“Fucking tight.” he growls. “You hear that? You’re milking my cock already. Desperate.”

Minjae fucks your mouth, watching your fucked-out expression like he’s starving. “She’s gonna squirt again. Bet she does it just from getting used like a cumrag.”

You do.

Seconds later.

It’s messier this time—your whole body shakes, walls fluttering, juices pouring down Sumin’s thighs.

“Two,” he grits, thrusting harder.

Minjae grabs your hair, forcing you up. “You’ve got one more. Think you can take it?”

You sob. “I—I don’t—”

He slaps your face.

Once.

“Wrong answer.”

Then he’s behind you—switching with Sumin, who pulls out with a filthy pop.

Minjae slams in deep.

“Take it. Take it all.”

And you?

You’re loving every bit of this.

You’re barely breathing, your whole body burning, every nerve ending on fire. Minjae’s cock feels too good, too much—stretching you, filling you, splitting you in two.

Sumin grabs your face. “Eyes on me, baby.”

You try.

You really try.

But you’re already cumming—again.

You squirt so violently, Minjae nearly slips out from how wet you are.

He doesn’t stop.

He fucks you through it.

Keeps going until your body’s twitching, boneless, and your cunt’s clenching around nothing.

“Three,” he growls, pulling out with a groan—then jerks himself until cum splashes across your ass.

Sumin follows, pumping his cock in front of your face.

“Open.”

You do.

He cums across your tongue, your cheeks, your chest—marking you. Owning you.

When it’s done, they collapse beside you, sweaty and wrecked.

You’re a mess—spit and cum everywhere, legs trembling, brain melted.

Minjae kisses your temple. “Did so good, baby.”

Sumin grins, petting your head. “Next time? No limit.”

You whimper.

Then smile.

“Okay…right now?”

Sumin and Minjae exchange a glance.

You can barely breathe.

Your legs are jelly, thighs slick with arousal and cum, and your mind is so fogged up that you barely register Minjae dragging you into his lap again.

“You thought we were done with you?” he growls, wrapping a hand tight around your throat, tugging you back against his chest. “You think three orgasms means you’ve earned a break?”

You whimper, your voice barely a whisper. “I—please—’m so full, I can’t—”

“Yes, you can. Can’t you baby?” Sumin’s voice is rough, low, right against your ear. You didn’t even hear him coming up behind you, but now he’s there, cock heavy, pressed between your legs from behind. “I think so.”

You tremble.

Minjae’s breath ghosts over your ear, his grip on your throat possessive, loving, cruel. “Open those pretty thighs for him, baby.”

You do. Because you always do what they say.

And Sumin doesn’t wait—he slides back inside your pussy like it’s his, like you were made for this, and you scream, your entire body jerking as your fourth orgasm hits you like a truck.

“Fucking hell,” he hisses, hips snapping. “You’re still squirting. Messy little toy.”

Minjae turns your face to him, his thumb sliding into your mouth. “Shh, baby. You don’t need words anymore. Just let us use you.”

Sumin’s thrusts get meaner, sharper, his hand slipping around to rub your clit while he pounds you from behind.

Minjae keeps you grounded—choking you just enough to keep you fuzzy, kissing your cheek, whispering filth in your ear.

“Feel that? Feel how deep he is? Stretching this pussy like he owns it?”

You nod frantically, tears streaming. You’re babbling, whimpering, begging—though for what, even you don’t know.

Sumin slaps your ass. “That’s right. Cry on it, baby. Let everyone hear how fucking good we wreck you.”

Minjae’s cock is hot against your stomach, twitching, and when you look up at him with wet eyes, he just smirks.

“You want this too?” he asks, dragging it up your chest, tapping it against your lips. “Want to choke while you get fucked?”

You nod, a pathetic noise bubbling in your throat.

He spits in your mouth again.

You swallow.

“Good girl.”

Then—without warning—Minjae shifts forward, angles your jaw up, and thrusts into your mouth the same time Sumin drives deep into your cunt.

You’re stuffed.

Completely.

Your body shakes, your eyes roll back, and your throat works around Minjae’s cock while your pussy spasms around Sumin’s.

They ruin you.

Every thrust pushes you between them—Minjae using your mouth, Sumin using your cunt, both of them grunting, groaning, cursing at how tight and warm and perfect you are.

Sumin growls behind you, voice wrecked. “Fuck, I’m gonna fill her up.”

Minjae hisses, his grip in your hair tightening. “Do it. Let it drip out while she sucks me off.”

Sumin slams into you one last time and spills—hot, thick, deep inside, your body milking him for every drop.

You squirt again.

Hard.

It splashes down your thighs, puddling on the floor, soaking Sumin’s skin. You go limp—completely gone, your mind empty except for them.

Minjae groans, pulling out of your mouth and stroking himself fast—your tongue still out, lips parted, eyes glassy.

“Stick that tongue out. Just like that. Good fucking girl—”

He cums all over your face.

You moan as it hits you—your cheeks, your lips, your tongue.

They breathe heavy on either side of you, hands roaming your body, rubbing you down, grounding you.

Minjae kisses your forehead.

Sumin presses his lips to your shoulder.

“That’s our girl,” Minjae murmurs.

“Took it like our perfect little baby,” Sumin adds, smirking.

You don’t even speak. You just smile as they clean you up.

Blissed out.

Sticky.

Owned.

And all theirs.

~🧁 anon

Authors note~ this took a long time, still not the best😬

[yuerikoko]

I think I now get where all the Angela hate (and mischaracterization) came from

(Posting another ramble dedicated to my beloved yay)

I might sound like I’m beating a dead horse here since the Angela hate has died down as of recently but I still can’t help but wonder why she had received that much hate in the first place. What warranted her to get this much hate even until recently, whereas other characters who are written similarly to her, or have done much worse, are not as actively hated? Where did the popular fanon conception of her— one that portrayed her as an abuser, stalker and even r wordist at one point— also come from?

After some thinking and also me having known this fandom for 3 years up to this point, I think(?) I was finally able to trace where all this hate came from and where the infamous fanon version of her came to be.

CW: spoilers for WE and mentions of abuse/stalking/sexual assault and other potentially triggering themes. Please proceed with caution.

Also note: I do not intend to harass or call anyone out with this. Therefore, I will not be naming any names (if any) nor will I mention any works that can be triggering. This is simply a meta analysis trying to dissect a character’s fan reception, and while I may give my own thoughts somewhere down the line, I will also try to be as objective as possible with my observations.

0. Pre-C42

Before C42 came out, Angela did not receive as much hate. She wasn’t as popular as Jack or Elliot either, yet people didn’t have a reason to hate her at all prior to IPS. It was likely because she didn’t have much to remember her by other than being “Lars’s wife” or the S3 coroner, either due to the fact that she doesn’t have as much screen time as compared to other characters, or simply doesn’t have anything that makes her stick out as a character or as iconic as others in the team (e.g. Jack, Elliot and Marina for their designs, Lars, Carmen and Elliot for their attitudes towards the team and other people around them in general).

This, however, will be a topic of discussion again in a while, so please keep this in mind as we move on to the next point in this analysis.

1. The aftermath of C42 and C56

This seems to be the starting point of this whole hullabaloo, and understandably so. Angela had just murdered someone, betrayed us, and tried to frame other people for it (C42) and of course, people were upset about it, yet there were still those who had hope for her and tried to sympathize with her. And then came C56, where she returned, but as a colder, more aggressive version of herself that has pledged loyalty to SOMBRA and was willing to carry out their orders so dutifully that she was willing to plant a bomb. This, of course, likely fueled the hate and people had more of a reason to hate her when she made fun of Dupont’s death. Although one take in particular did stand out to me (and not in a good way):

The idea that she doesn’t genuinely love Lars.

Yes, I do understand that this is a very old take from 2016 and things may change from there, but I would just like to highlight how dangerous it is to perceive characters this way. Takes like these erase the complexities of her writing and essentially reduce her— someone who has had to make a lot of hard decisions to even be with Lars, which became the basis of the person she was up to that point— into a nothing more than a caricature of how people think morally gray characters should be based on whether or not they are deemed “good” or “bad” in the traditional sense.

I also do think certain plot holes in PS’s handling of her character in the final case also contributed to it. It felt ridiculous to see how a character whose most defining trait is being family oriented suddenly turned cold and bitter towards her old team, unhesitatingly claiming that they were enemies now as if their previous friendships did not matter. Maybe this was where the idea that she’s manipulative and/or possessive came from: since she was still clinging onto Lars and the triplets (that her literal last wish was to see them again) while showing this lack of compassion that would be unnatural to her past self.

With that said, the fact that she wasn’t as memorable as a main character but was more iconic as a traitor/antagonist did contribute to mixed opinions from the fandom back then. While a lot of people seemed to be mad at the things she’s done, there were some who thought it made her more interesting as a character. I guess it depends on subjective interpretation in this case, though unfortunately, back when WE first came out, many people fell into the mindset of black-and-white morality, and end up hamfisting complex and nuanced characters into extremes based on whether or not they like them.

2. Fanon/“Yandere” Angela

Following the events of WE, this seems to be a very common fandom perception of her. This subject is somewhat hard to accurately put into words, but I will try my best to give my analysis and thoughts on it, so please correct me if I get something wrong.

For those who don’t know, this is what a yandere is supposedly defined as:

TL;DR: yanderes are known to be violent, possessive and obsessed with a particular love interest. This may even go to the extent of hurting any potential “rivals” or even their love interests themselves.

If you have been in the fandom long enough, and especially if you’re into WE or Angela, you might find that there have been numerous fanfics that described her this way: as an absolutely horrible person who abuses and even stalks Lars in some, along with getting upset when others get close to him.

It may have originated from Wattpad, where there were two fics (afaik) focused on the concept of Angela being a yandere in itself. This, and considering the fact that there is barely any fan material of Angela (most especially fics) and that almost every fic that has her in it at the time either has her play an antagonistic role or use her as a plot device (usually for other ships to happen) may have contributed to the whole idea of her being a “yandere” that was almost universally accepted as the basis of her character in fics.

There is also that perceived manipulation and “sociopathy” from earlier that may have contributed to the idea of yandere Angela. A common fandom perception of her is that Angela has a warped idea of what love is and ends up displaying unhealthy/dangerous behaviors towards Lars as a result of her obsession (which she perceives as “love”). And as a result, she ends up resorting to actual criminal behavior in some of these fics: stalking Lars, physically abusing him and in one extreme case, even raped him. (Disclaimer: I will not be naming any of these fics since I do not condone hate or harassment towards the authors, nor do I want to further trigger anyone reading this by openly naming said content.)

This may have also been a big factor in contributing to Angela hate as the normalization of this depiction of her has led to people almost unanimously accepting this as her actual character.

I would like to say that I very much disagree with this take on her character. While yes, it is true that Angela does have questionable morality (e.g. she understands that what SOMBRA did to children is wrong and actively condemns it, yet was willing to blow up the Bureau hq knowing that Elliot and Sanjay are inside), her love for Lars seems to be genuine and even healthy for the most part. Time and time again, she has shown that she really loves him— hell, her laptop password even has his name on it.

3. Popularization of these misconceptions

As these fics were the only depiction of Angela in the fandom for a time, they are, by far, the most infamous depiction of her. This, along with the “I hate her because she’s a bad person and did bad things” majority, has then led to her getting this much hate from the fandom.

Moreover, there was a time in 2023 where there’s an influx in WE-centered fics, and that also resulted in most of the anti-Angela fics for the most part. This may explain the more recent hate directed towards her as compared to characters from other seasons.

Conclusion

Much of the hate towards Angela in particular stems from both severe misinterpretation of canon events and her character’s actions/intentions, and this version of her being extremely popularized to the point where people treated it like it’s actually her. The former mostly applies to around the time WE was still ongoing to after it ended (2016-2017 ish) while the latter could explain the more recent hate. Fortunately, it seems as though more people have the media literacy to read along the nuances of her character and understand her intentions before forming an opinion.

Anyways this was A LOT— probably even longer than the Carmen/Angela post but I’ve been thinking about this for just as long (there was a time I was afraid to admit I liked her because of how hated she was). Thank you for listening to my TED Talk, I guess.

[nkirukaj]

The Radio Demon & the Billboard Doe (13)

Pairing: Alastor x Fem! OC

Warnings: Swearing; Sexual Activities

Genre: Angst/Fluff/SMUT (& Humor!)

Word Count: 5.2K

<Chapter 12

13. More Than Enough

Cherri Bomb barges through the Hotel doors.

“There is that better?” She says to Charlie who’s sitting on the couch

“Better,” she nods

“Now where’s Angel?!” She looks around “Angel!!”

Angel sits up on the couch “Holy shit! Cherri Bomb!”

“Okay, this time I’m not leaving ’til you come to the club with me!”

He rolls his eyes “Ugh I can’t with you,”

“Come on! It’s been forever and you keep turning me down! Either you come or I’m dragging your skinny ass outta here!”

He throws his head back “Ugh fine! Just give me a minute!” Angel somersaults off the couch

“Really?” she smirks

“I needed to stretch. Now, I’m ready!”

Voe hears them from the kitchen where she stands in the fridge “Hey! Hey guys!” She waves 

“Oh hey,” he waves back, just noticing her there

She super speeds it over there “You guys are going out?”

“Uhhh…” Cherri starts

“Yeah, we are!” Angel cuts her off and she gives him the side-eye (XD)

“Can I come? The last party I was at was here, and I hadn’t been to any before that,” She smiles at Cherri

“Sure!” Angel agrees, and they both look to Cherri for her approval

“You know what? Fine, I like you when you’re pissed” Cherri smiles “Yeah come on!”

“Yay!” Voe exclaims

Cherri furrows her brow “Don’t be weird,”

Voe tilts her head in confusion, looking at Angel who just shrugs.

At the club, the three of them were sitting on bar stools

“Let me get a triple shot!” Cherri screams

“I want a double!”

“I guess a single shot, I don’t know?”

“Boo! Get a four!”

“A quadruple shot? But you’re only getting a triple,”

Cherri waves her off “Oh please I’m getting 9!”

“9 triple shots?”

“Yeah!” She pokes Voe’s arm “Come on, you’re fun when you’re fucked up! Get fucked up faster!”

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Angel reassured her

“Oh come on!”

Voe shakes her head “Fine! A quadruple shot!”

“Yeah!” Cherri cheers for her

Once their shots are served they toast to one another and down them. The reason why Voe stuck to fruity drinks only is because she could never really understand how people could handle drinking regular flavored drinks. They burned going down her throat and left a disgusting aftertaste once they were finished. It’s a lose-lose situation. She shakes her head to try and come back to herself

“Yeah, see that wasn’t so bad right? Bartender get her another!” she calls

“Maybe she should slow down.” Angel reaches for Voe

Cherri slaps his hand away “She’s a big girl, she can handle it.”

Voe looks up at her “Are you flirting with me?”

Cherri snickers and puts her arm around Voe “See? She’s already getting more fun,” she passes the doe another quadruple shot, which she takes without thinking “Yes bitch! We need to go dance! Come on Angel!”

The spider follows the women cautiously, making sure nobody hurts them. They start dancing on the floor. Voe is kind of having fun, she has this burning feeling in her chest and this bubbling in her stomach, she wasn’t thinking about the way her body was moving or anything else. Her thoughts which were usually clear images, had suddenly become incoherent words and statements. She didn’t know when she walked away from Cherri Bomb or who the people dancing near her were. She didn’t even know when she had stopped dancing and started staring, or what she was even staring at. She was only vaguely aware of the hand that wrapped around her arm and started dragging her in a different direction. It was the hand of a stranger, and she had no idea where she was going, but she heard laughing, and she couldn’t move her body.

“Back off asshole!” Angel wrapped 4 of his arms around her and pushed the man away with two of them. She hugs him, smiling. The guy scoffs and walks away, Angel bends down and looks at Voe “You alright toots?” Voe’s eyes were directed at him, but it was clear she wasn’t seeing anything. “Okay you need to sit down, you’ve had enough” She nods only barely able to control any part of her body. She blinks and she’s sitting on a bar stool, Angel asks if she’ll be all right by herself for a moment, but she doesn’t answer, she can’t answer. When she blinks again, he and Cherri are arguing about something. Cherri snaps in her face and then seems concerned.

The next thing she knows the floor comes to her smashing into her face, when she opens her eyes Angel is lifting her head saying…something. She’s trying to listen, trying to focus, but she can’t hear it, all she can see are lights that are too loud, making her angry, music and people that are too bright, confusing her brain while making her anxious and the clothes she has on itching everywhere making her overwhelmingly sad. She places her hands over her ears and crouches into a ball, just wanting it all to stop. Tears roll down her face uncontrollably, she feels sick in her stomach, and she can’t do anything to stop it. She thinks she can hear Angel talking…something about her and…Charlie? She opens her eyes again to see him on the phone, he kneels to her and tells her to stay awake, right before closing her eyes and losing consciousness.

When Voe wakes up, it’s in her own bed, tucked under the covers. They were too tight on her skin so she pulled them off, breathing heavily while sitting up. Her ears turn towards the sound of a throat being cleared. She turns in the direction of the noise. Alastor was sitting in a chair with his legs pressed together, his head tilted with his signature smile as he watched her, assuming that he was in that same position before she had woken up. 

“Oh look, you’re awake,” his voice dripping with intrigue

“What? Did I-? What happened? I- What?”

“Well, you’d think I’d at least get a ‘thank you’ for getting you from that rancid place.” He squints at her, his tone playful

“What? You brought me home?”

“Yes. Apparently, Angel was quite concerned for your safety. He called Charlie for help.”

She’s confused “And…where do you come in?”

He crosses his hands on his lap “I volunteered to come and get you,” his tone is full of faux modesty

She raises her eyebrow “Why?”

“Everyone else was busy, so I decided to help out.”

“Okay, but why?”

“Why not?”

Voe plays with her fingers “I thought you were upset with me,”

“I was, but I don’t like to hold grudges,”

She laughs “That doesn’t sound like you at all.”

“Maybe you don’t know as much about me as you think,” his eyes glint

She sits in silence for a beat or two, taking in that information. “How did you get me home?”

“I carried you,”

“You carried me?’

He tilts his head back up “You are not heavy at all, my dear.”

She blushes faintly “And tucked me into bed?”

He shrugs “I thought maybe you’d get cold”

“And you’ve been sitting here the whole time?”

“Yes.”

“Staring at me?”

“Yes.”

Her eyes drift around “Why?”

“Why did you lick me?”

She flattens her brows “I told you I had an urge,”

“Mhm, the urge to lick someone with your unsanitary tongue?”

“Who said my tongue is unsanitary? I clean it very well,”

“You know you shouldn’t put your tongue on people’s faces,”

“Why?”

He blinks “What do you mean, ‘why’?”

“I mean, why?”

“Why should you not put your tongue on someone’s face?”

“Not someone’s, yours.”

His eyelid twitches “I suggest you do not repeat it.”

She waves him off “Yeah, yeah, we went over it.”

“But I don’t think you understand. There are people who don’t like to be licked,”

“Yeah, I get it.”

“Were you just allowed to lick people when you were alive?”

She rolls her eyes “Are you really still on this?”

He stares at her plainly “Yes.”

“Ugh, I mean, I guess? I didn’t do that a lot as a human. But the people I did do it to, liked it.”

“Hmm, you were with many strange people I suppose.”

“I guess so,” she lays her hands down on her lap

He gestures to her nightstand “There’s some water right there, you should drink it.”

She reaches for the cup and sips it “Do I offend you?” She asks

“No, you’re just a bit strange.”

She swallows her water “No offense, but you are not the pinnacle of normality,”

“And you are?”

“I never said I was, but I’m not judging anyone else,”

“Maybe it’s a generational thing. Back in my day, we didn’t go around randomly licking people. Even people we knew.”

“Maybe we’re just being ourselves?”

“Being yourself is licking random people?”

She rolls her eyes once more “Maybe,”

“Perhaps newer generations are just strange”

“Being yourself is committing serial murders. Surely that was highly unusual even in the 20s.”

He shrugs “We all have our things.”

“Maybe this is my thing?”

“Hmm. I suppose.”

She sighs dramatically “Have you been assigned to take care of me?”

“No, just wanted to make sure you were alright.”

She raises a brow “So you care about me?” she smirks 

“I suppose,”

She perks up “So you like me?”

“No. I care about you,”

“You like me enough to care about how I’m doing. I’m not asking if you want to date me or something.”

“Then I suppose I like you some. Trust me, I wouldn’t date a woman as strange as you.”

She looks offended “What does that mean? You think you’re better than me?”

“No, I just think you’re weird.”

She scoffs “Right, and you’re a resident of Normal Town?”

“It always comes back to me! I’m allowed to have my opinions about you,”

“And I can have mine about you,”

“Exactly!” 

“Our opinions are of equal value,”

He tut-tuts “Where is the Voe I met before? One would think that you might be a changeling.” He chuckles

Voe ceases all movement and turns to stare daggers into Alastor’s eyes “What did you just call me?”

“Ah, yes. That’s before your time. A Changeling is-“

“I know what the fuck it is!” She sits up farther

“Well, I’m not sure if they’re still around in your time period.”

Voe swings her legs over the bed “Watch yourself Alastor,” she leans forward

His grin stretches the bounds of his face “Oh? Or what?”

She squints “I might just grab that fluffy appendage above your rear and yank,”

“Oh?” His tone indicates pleasure “Have I awakened a sleeping beast?” His eyes widen

Voe’s expression turns dark “Do not play with me Alastor.” she speaks monotonously

“Aww but I do adore playing games with you,” He leans forward resting his chin on his hands “Are changelings not treated well in your time?”

Her pupils turn into flames “Stop saying that.”

They stare at each other in silence.

“Aww. You have changeling relatives, I assume?”

In an instant, a flaming palm struck him across the face, leaving a burn in the shape of a small hand on his cheek. 

Alastor’s eyes are wide with excitement and delight “What’s gotten into you tonight?”

“Well, since you insist on being an absolute dick-“

Alastor fakes offense “Me?”

“Don’t cut me off motherfucker.”

He gasps “Yes ma’am,”

“You insist on being an offensive asshole, like what is it a fucking kink?”

Alastor laughs sarcastically “Oh I get it. So you can be as bitchy as you want,” Voe widens her eyes in surprise at being called a ‘bitch’ “But when I tell a small innocent joke, then it gets to be ‘too much’ for Voe the Beau?”

“Excuse me-?”

“Oh darling, you are excused.” he rises to his full height “SInce day ONE, you have been bothering me for no reason, you made a fool of me on your little ‘livestream’, you LICKED me, and you DON’T KNOW ME!” His antlers grew in size as his claws grew in length and his sclera turned black and his pupils red. 

She jumps down off the bed “THAT IS NOTHING COMPARED TO BEING AN ABELIST ASSHOLE!” Voe’s arms grew scaly and her nails turned into claws, large horns growing out of her forehead.

“A WHAT?”

“ABLEIST ASSHOLE!”

“GREAT, NOW YOU’RE MAKING UP WORDS!”

“ALL WORDS ARE MADE UP YOU LITTLE BITCH!”

“WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM? WHAT IS IT? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!!”

Her form grows in size “NOTHING IS WRONG WITH ME! EXCUSE ME FOR BEING ANGRY WHEN PEOPLE MAKE FUN OF MY DISABILITY!!”

He looks very confused “WHO SAID BEING A CHANGELING WAS A DISABILITY??”

“YOU DON’T ACTUALLY KNOW WHAT A CHANGELING IS DO YOU?”

“OF COURSE! A CHANGELING IS A LITTLE MAGICAL CREATURE THAT REPLACES CHILDREN-“

“NO!”

“YOU’RE NOT EVEN LETTING ME EXPLAIN!”

“I KNOW WHAT YOU THINK IT IS! BUT WHAT IT REALLY IS, IS A PERSON’S EXCUSE TO ABUSE OR EXPLAIN AWAY THEIR AUTISTIC CHILDREN!!!”

“WHAT THE HELL IS AUTISTIC???!!”

She glares at him silently, her chest rising and falling with her heavy breaths. 

He returns to his normal form “Okay, how about I leave you here alone with whatever your ‘autism’ or ‘ableism’ is? And we just stay out of each other’s way.”

Voe takes a deep breath, returning to her regular form, where she calms herself.

“I have autism.”

“You have what?”

She slaps her forehead “Oh right, you died before that was discovered. Autism. It’s a developmental disability that affects how people communicate, interact, learn, and behave. My brain is wired a bit differently than other brains.”

Alastor stares at her, smile as wide as ever, but eyes as blank as a new sheet of paper. 

“And what does that mean exactly?”

The corners of her lips turn up “It’s considered a mental disability. For me, it means I have difficulty reading people’s emotions, or knowing what to say in certain situations. And you know, having issues with processing certain noises.” 

“You certainly seem good at reading people to me my dear,”

“That’s a skill that I developed. It’s not innate to me. My dad-he’s a psychiatrist- he taught me because he thought it would make things easier for me.” She chuckled “He was always right.” She smiled absentmindedly while she thought of her parents “It also affects my behavior.”

He raises his brow “How so?”

She laughs “Y’all have caught me doing ‘weird’ stuff. Like my ‘meows’, which are classified as ‘stimming’, a behavior we use to stimulate ourselves. Or sometimes you might feel like things I say are…’ inappropriate’ for the moment, that’s because I can’t tell a lot of the time. And this.” She gestures to herself “The whole reason you had to bring me home. That was sensory overload, it was much worse than when I was alive. Everything is much louder and brighter and much more intense to me here. It’s all autism. That’s why.”

Alastor rubs his chin, processing the information. Spending time with Voe meant learning something every time she spoke.

“When was this invented?” 

She stares at him incredulously “Well it was first diagnosed in the 40s, but it’s always existed.”

“Always?”

“Always.”

Alastor’s brain took a break for about 5 seconds before returning to his body. 

“Hmm.” Was all he could find to say 

“When you use the word ‘changeling’ you are implying that autistics aren’t human like everyone else. Like, we’re magical creatures or some shit. I’m a human being. It’s offensive as fuck.”

Alastor sits down on her bed “Well, I apologize.”

“Really,”

“Yes. It was not my intention to offend you to such a degree.”

She sits back down next to him. She smirks “Ah, but you meant to offend me on a smaller degree?”

“No, I meant to simply annoy you. Offense was not on my agenda. I apologize.”

She relaxes “I’m sorry I slapped you,” she smiles sheepishly

“No need to apologize for something well deserved my dear,”

Neither of them speak for a moment.

Voe turns to him “Can I lean on you? I’m still feeling weird in my head.”

He hesitates, inhaling briefly before answering “Sure, darling.” she leans her head on his shoulder

There are a few beats of silence before Voe chirps back up.

“Did you always want to do radio?”

He is a bit caught off guard by the question, but answers quickly “Well, yes.”

“Why?”

“Because in my time it was the pinnacle of entertainment!” It’s quiet yelling, showing his excitement at the subject “All the biggest stars were on the radio. At least, in my opinion.”

“Okay…but why?”

He is confused “What are you asking me?”

She turns her head up to look at his face “What drew you to radio in the first place? It can’t just be about the entertainment. I know you’re more than that.”

Alastor had never been asked that before, so he didn’t know how to answer. He’s quiet for some time while he ponders her question. His search for the answer takes him way back to his childhood. A time when he couldn’t fit anywhere, a time when no one had an interest in his voice, but only his face. Only his race.

“I suppose that…it’s because…on the radio…it doesn’t matter what you look like. All that matters is your voice. And you know that you’ll be heard because that is the only option.”

She smiles at him “I knew it.”

“Knew what?”

“That there was more.” She leaned back onto him, while he stared off, wondering how she was able to get that out of him.

“You’re too much.” He’s smirking now

“I’m too much? You’re too much. I think I’m just enough!”

“I think I’m more than enough.” His eyes are lidded now, barely open, and yet still fully capable of taking her in at this moment. His pupils at the bottom of his eyes, seemed somewhat relaxed. It showed on his smile as well. Instead of a full view of his glinting yellow teeth, his lips were closed, and he looked kind of…normal to say the least. Showing that his confidence is not all an act, but to some level it was sincere. He wraps his arm around her shoulders.

Right before she threw up on the floor.

Alastor rolls his eyes “Lovely,”

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A/N: Once again, letting you know that the smut is below this point. Ok? Cool

Velvette had requested to see her immediately, so Voe knew that the predicament was serious. So now here she stood in the studio, while her boss paced back and forth in front of her.

“Do you know why you’re here?”

“Because I work here?”

Velvette stares blankly at her employee “No. It’s because of this,” She shows the doe a video on Sinstagram of her at the club the night before with thousands of views. It was her in the middle of sensory overload, crying and curled up on the ground. “What. The fuck. Is this?”

Voe looks around very embarrassed, “I..went to the club last night and had a bit too much to drink, and I started to…not feel well.” She plays with her fingers nervously

“And you thought the best solution was to lay on the ground in the fetal position??”

“I wasn’t really able to control my body at that point in time, so…”

She puts her hand on her forehead “Ugh, please don’t tell me you’re addicted to heroin,”

“What? No!”

“So…?”

She purses her lips “It’s kind of an autism thing,”

“Oh! It was the autism, great!” She sounds relieved

Voe shuffles her feet “Are you upset with me?”

“What? No, I just wanted to know what was going on.” She turns to her “I am all over social media, so when I see one of my employees like this,” she holds up the video again “I need to know why. My advice is always bring seltzer water with you to the club,”

“Ew,”

“You say ew now, but trust me, you’ll be thanking me. Well,” she looks around the room “Are you okay?”

Voe exhales “Yes. I am now, thanks for asking.”

“Mhmm,” she scrolls through her phone “You have to take care of yourself. You can’t work if you’re unwell.” 

“Yeah, I’m sorry.”

Velvette walks up to the doe “You don’t have to be sorry, things happen. Just don’t overdo it. I don’t know what I would do if something happened to you.”

“Oh, I’m sure you could replace me,”

“No, I couldn’t,” she stands directly in front of Voe’s face “You’re irreplaceable,” she tilts Voe’s head up to look her in the eyes

“Oh, thank you.” Voe flutters her eyelashes

The doll whispers “Oh you’re so welcome,” the doll leans down and plants a soft kiss on the model’s lips.

Voe blushes “Oh, you just kissed me,” 

“What, did you not like it?” the doll asks with lidded eyes

“Oh, I-I liked it, I just didn’t know you saw me like that,”

“Who wouldn’t, you’re so gorgeous,” she kisses her again, longer this time

Voe pulls back for a moment “Oh my gosh Velvette!” the Overlord raises her eyebrows “You’re my boss!”

“We’re in Hell baby, what does it matter?” Velvette places her other hand on the other side of the doe’s face, pulling her in for another kiss. Voe giggles nervously and excitedly into the kiss as she wonders what to do with her hands. Velvette places her hand on Voe’s butt, and Voe squeals in excitement when she squeezes it. She also puts Voe’s hands around her neck and pulls Voe closer. As their mouths continue to move in sync, Velvette slowly maneuvers them towards her desk, until Voe is leaning up against it. She trails her fingers down from the model’s ass to her thighs, touching the supple and smooth skin. 

“These thighs are my weakness,” Velvette says walking her fingers up and under Voe’s hot pink dress, dipping into her panties and rubbing her swollen slit, reveling in the wet sound that it made. “Ah, you hear that babe? That,” she looks her in the eyes “Is music to my ears. Do you hear how wet you are for me? And you’re acting surprised that I want you, I could practically smell your wetness from the other side of the room,” She dips her finger into Voe’s wet cunt, causing a squeak from Voe. “Is that okay? Does it hurt?”

“It’s just a little uncomfy,”

Velvette tsk-tsks “Well, I can’t have my favorite model uncomfortable,” she concludes as she lifts up Voe’s leg, forcing her to sit on the desk. Velvette held her leg up by the ankle and sticks her finger back into the model’s cunt, which this time is met with a moan. She meticulously curls and pumps one finger, then two, then three fingers in and out of Voe, getting her sweet spot each time, her moans getting louder and louder, Velvette’s eyes never leaving Voe’s face. Watching every twitch of her mouth, every time her eyes rolled back into her head, and every single moan that left her lips. “Come on baby, you can cum for me. I know you can do it.” the knot in Voe’s stomach grows tighter and tighter as her boss pumps her fingers faster and harder, shaking the desk vigorously as she pumps her fingers in and out. She smiles as Voe’s moans go silent and she throws her head back.

“Let me hear you sexy,” Velvette grabbed one of Voe’s thighs to steady her as she pumped harder and harder, the ramming of the desk could be heard on other floors.

“Oh my gosh! Mmmmmfuck!” Voe screams

“Yeah that’s right, fuck baby,” Velvette licks her lips as she pumps faster and faster with Voe creaming all over her boss’s fingers. Velvette sticks these fingers in her mouth, licking and sucking all the juices off them, “Holy fuck, that tastes fucking delicious!” she says before burying her face inside Voe’s cunt before the doe can stand up

“Uhhh,” her moans sound extra feminine as Velvette sucks her pretty clit, dragging her tongue between the doe’s folds

“You’re so wet sexy,” she pulls her head out “Who made you this wet baby?”

She bites her lip “You Velvette,” even though that wasn’t exactly true 

“Yeah, you’re so wet for your boss. Why?” she asks tickling the woman’s thighs

“‘Cuz you’re so gorgeous Velvette,”

“Mmmm, you’re so gorgeous Vera,” she sticks her tongue inside the woman’s cunt

Even though she moaned at the Overlord’s actions, she wasn’t sure how she felt about Velvette calling her by her true name, but she was 90% sure this wasn’t the right moment to bring it up. She bobs her head back and forth in and out of Voe’s pussy, her tongue exploring her insides in ways her fingers just couldn’t, then returned to small suctions on her clitoris bobbing her head faster and faster, her second orgasm coming through like a train on a railway track.

Once Velvette came back up from Voe’s dripping heat, the doll went to the other side of the studio and grabbed a chair, dragging it over to where the doe stood against the table.

“Sit down,” she orders her employee. Voe listens without question and watches as Velvette reaches up under her dress and pulls off her panties, tossing them to the side like yesterday’s gossip. She bunches it up to the side and says “Move this leg,” pointing to one of Voe’s legs, which she moves, and sits down on the model’s thigh. She places her arms on Voe’s shoulders and scooches closer to her until her cunt is right on top of Voe’s. She moans at the friction of their clits on one another, looking down at the doe whose eyes are no longer focused.

“Voe,” she says, forcing her to come to full attention

“Hmm yes?”

“I’m gonna ask you some questions okay?” she starts thrusting her pussy into Voe’s, slowly at first. “How do you like your job hmm?”

Voe tries to stifle her moans “I..I…love my job.”

“Yeah? How much do you love this job?” 

“Sooo much…uhhhh.”

“What do you like about it?” She begins playing with Voe’s breasts through her clothes

Voe is biting her lip and her eyes are closed, the breast play making it even harder to focus “I like…mmfuck…getting to….be on…tv and… uh taking pictures, and I like you,” needy moans cutting off her sentences and thoughts

“Oh, you like me? Fuck!” Velvette’s low moans complimented Voe’s high-pitched ones “What do you like about me? Hmm?” Her thrusts gradually increased speed

Voe lets out a small whimper “I like, how smart you are and how you’re so in charge…and…you’re so pretty…beautiful,” 

“Oh, you think I’m beautiful? What’s beautiful about me?” Velvette slowly pulls down the model’s clothing and reveals her breasts, going down to suck on one “Go on, I can’t hear you.”

Voe looks down at her to see her face, to be able to describe all the beautiful things about her “Your eyes….and your…hair. Your skin,” Velvette’s eyes look up at her while sucking on her nipple and she moans desperately, looking at the Overlord on her.

“Mhmm?” Velvette goads her while switching to the other nipple

“Your lips-

She ‘pop’s the nipple out of her mouth “My lips? You like my lips” Voe nods “Do you like when my lips do this?” She pulls on Voe’s nipple with her lips, leaving Voe making a strained squeak, rolling the nipple around “What about when my lips do this?” She puts her mouth around the nipple and pops her mouth on and off of it, Voe making short, shaky moans as the Overlord thrusts even faster into her cunt.

She comes up from her breasts and looks her in the eyes. Squeezing both nipples in her fingers. “You know what I like about you?” She whispers against the model’s skin

“Please don’t stop,”

She grins diabolically “I like how soft you are,’ she pinches her nipples harder, rocking the chair back and forth against the desk “Your skin, your hair, your thighs,” she drags her cunt along Voe’s before thrusting in quick circles. The influencer’s eyes squeezed shut “How you look so sexy in the clothes I make for you and how cute your voice is…”

Voe reaches out to grab her breasts and Velvette laughs with pleasure “Go ahead, touch them,” pulling down her dress, just as she had done to Voe. Her moans are controlled contrasting the sporadic ones Voe was letting loose. “And what I like most about you,” She twists the nipples in her fingers and Voe does the same to her, eliciting another moan from the Overlord 

“Yes, keep fucking doing that pet. Yes..” She bites her lip, leaning over into Voe’s ear “Is that you do everything I tell you to. ‘Cuz I’m the boss right?” she twists her nipples faster

Voe nods quickly, feeling another orgasm coming on 

“Right, I’m the boss?” Velvette thrusts faster and faster, feeling the oncoming of her own climax “I want you to say it.”

“Yes! You’re the boss! Fuck..please!”

“Suck on my tits pet,” And Voe does as she’s told, holding Velvette close as she sucks on the Overlord’s breast. Velvette thrusting faster and with more force, now that the focus was on her, Voe’s hands traced along Velvette’s soft perfect skin, as their wet cunts met over and over and over again. Switching between her nipples like this might be her last meal. Velvette pushes her back against the chair, seizing hold of her nipples once more. “Cum for me Voe,” she whispers “Cum for your boss,”

Voe has sweat dripping down her forehead “But I-“

“Shhh,” she pinches her nipples harder “Feeling you cum on my fucking cunt will make me fucking cum,” Velvette screams with pleasure “So fucking cum for me.”

And once again Voe does as she is told, her body jerking and her cunt twitching under her boss, letting out a surplus of juices, and then riding it out as Velvette’s soft pussy twitched on top of hers, their juices mixing into a new concoction, that slowly drips onto the floor, while Velvette continues to fuck through it, her thrusts getting slower and slower.

She gives one last suck on Voe’s tits before going up and pulling her into another kiss. Once she’s steadied herself, she stands, her dress falling back down and helps her model up. Velvette shakes her hair down and says “You will have to do damage control on that video, try hitting it from the ‘mental health’ angle, that should work. Well, you are free to go, I’ve got more work to do that you can’t help me with. I’ll see you and your delicious pussy later,” She pinches Voe’s still exposed and very sensitive nipple, making Voe whine in surprised pleasure as she pulls her clothes back up.

Velvette walks away from her and then turns back around “Oh and Voe,” the doe looks up “Do expect this to happen again, love.”

OPINIONS AND COMMENTS ARE NOT ONLY WELCOME BUT REQUESTED!!

Chapter 14>

[coquette-heartbeat]

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Birth Kink Questions

(OG creator, shockspectrum , credit goes to them. Answering these from a fiction / RP standpoint, not how I would want my IRL birth to go)

♡︎ What is your ideal birth scenario?

Slightly overdue with one child. Giving birth at a hospital with a doctor who enjoying it way too much. Labor long and doctor refuses to give me an epidural, only some sexual touches to help with the contractions. Eventually baby comes out to only get impregnated short after again.

♡︎ Do you want to be the parent giving birth, a partner, friend, doctor, other helping out, or not involved in the situation?

The parent giving birth!

♡︎ Do you prefer realistic birth or fantasy?

Either, but I to lean towards realistic!

♡︎ Do you prefer complications or no complications?

Either, but leaning towards no complications

♡︎ Do you prefer wholesome births or unpleasant births?

Either is fine with me!

♡︎ What are your thoughts on a "dark ending"?

They can be fun when I’m in the mood for something darker

♡︎ What are your thoughts on birth denial?

Ehhh not always my cup of tea. Once in awhile they are fun though

♡︎ What type of birth denial do you like best: holding the baby in, trying not to push, or pushing the baby back in after it comes out?

All of the above. I do prefer them not necessarily in a denial way, but more to keep prolonging the labor

♡︎ Favorite birth location?

Hospital or home

♡︎ Would you rather the birth take place alone or with people?

With other people

♡︎ Assisted or unassisted?

Either but I usually prefer assisted

♡︎ Your thoughts on hospital births?

They are great! I enjoy them when bunch of medical equipment is added

♡︎ Would you like the birth to be filmed or no?

No

♡︎ Planned or unplanned birth?

Defiantly unplanned / forced pregnancy but somewhat planned birth. However sometimes unplanned births are fun!

♡︎ Do you prefer the parent to want to giving birth, or give birth against their will?

Wanting to give birth

♡︎ Early, on time, or overdue?

Any is fine with me!

♡︎ How many babies?

1-3, Preferably one but triplets is usually my max for multiples

♡︎ What species of baby is your favorite? (human, alien, monster, demon, etc.)

Human but honestly any can work. Alien or demon could be fun.

♡︎ How long do you want the birth to last?

From start of labor to giving birth 48 max

♡︎ How long do you want the pushing stage to last?

2 hours

♡︎ What's your favorite position for the parent to be in?

The typical birthing position: Laying on their back with legs up in a stirrup

♡︎ What's your favorite position for the baby to be in? (normal, sunny side up, breech, other)

Normal or breech

♡︎ Would you rather the parent be naked, partially clothed, or fully clothed?

Naked

♡︎ Birth fluids, yay or nay?

Yay!

♡︎ Sex during birth?

Yes, please!

♡︎ Orgasmic birth?

Yes, please!

♡︎ Do you like the idea of any witnesses (partner, doctor, friend, etc) getting off to the birth?

Partner and/or doctor

♡︎ what attitude do you want any witnesses to have? (soothing/helpful, panicking/unhelpful, cruel/intentionally making it worse, etc)

Soothing/ helpful OR cruel/intentionally making it worse

♡︎ What sounds do you like the parent to make? (screams, grunts, quiet, etc)

Grunts & little cries

♡︎ What are your thoughts on non-vaginal birth?

They are fine! I have no negative thoughts on them

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[phregnancy]

it’s not that I want them to say anything about having sex but then actively making fun of people who talk about it / write fiction about it kind of seems like they wouldn’t really do it. It just doesn’t seem like something they would need or want to do I think relationships (friendships too) can thrive without any sex. Obviously I don’t know them but they seem put off when people even joke about it. (They certainly don’t entertain it themselves)

I have more of an issue with the early stuff people talk about. I don’t understand why people would think they would do that so soon after meeting. Also sorry if I seem rude I’ve only returned recently to their content after being into them in 2018. I’m just trying to understand other people’s views here since I want to get back into the fandom space

again what do you expect them to say? “yay i’m so glad people write about me and my partner having sex, keep it up so we can get inspiration”? are you expecting smiles and giggles when strangers are talking about them having sex and writing about them having sex? people can absolutely have fulfilling relationships without sex, however dan and phil aren’t those people. they both experience sexual attraction, phil made it a point to say in the bitlife video that lasting relationships need good sex. if you don’t think they’re having sex with each other, do you just believe they’re getting it elsewhere? people hookup on the first date, people hookup with strangers without knowing anything about them, having sex with someone soon after meeting is not uncommon. it also wasn’t that soon after meeting, the first time we know about them having sex was in december 2009. even if you don’t think “so much cherry everywhere” was about sex (which it almost certainly was, because they both tweeted and posted multiple formsprings about cherry lube), dan’s “uma thurman just watched me have sex” while he was staying with phil and knowing he had the kill bill poster on his door should be a pretty good indicator. i’m sorry because i know i sound rude but i have to ask if you are an adult and if you’ve ever been in a relationship or know people who have been in relationships, because it’s very hard for me to believe a grown adult who dates or knows people who date could think this.

[ryuichirou]

Replies

A couple replies related to the anti question from yesterday, but then yay, a couple of replies about Idia! <3

mysaldate asked:

Related to the anti question: The localization is also to blame for so many younger people and antis swarming the twst circles. The JP game is marketted as joseimuke and the target group are specifically adult women. The localization, after dumbing everything down and making characters speak like the cringiest side of Tiktok, decided 3+ is a good enough age rating and then changed it to 13+ or wherever it is right now after getting mocked relentlessly for thinking 3+ was a good idea. 13+ is still far too young and it sadly leads to a lot of younger and more immature people being in the fandom.

Oh my god, fucking 3+… And 13+ isn’t much better. The entire rating system is kind of weird when you think about it: simply because there isn’t any nudity or sexual themes or gore, it doesn’t mean that the game is perfectly fit for 13 year olds. But this is its own whole can of worms that I’m not touching with a 5 feet pole…

But yeah, unfortunately immaturity really is a big issue :(

Anonymous asked:

I remember seeing a callout post that mentioned grooming and I was like, “oh no!” Until I read that the person in question never groomed  anyone, rather, the poster was claiming that a drawing of theirs had grooming. Wow, thanks for wasting my time calling this out, Jerk. Yeah, I’m still salty about this.

THIS IS SUCH A BIG ISSUE AAAH because they always use those words to grab your attention, but then out of 10 callout posts about groomers you’ll have 5 posts about someone drawing a problematic ship, 3 posts about someone just talking to someone once, 1 post that is just a straight-up lie and maybe 1 post about an actual predator that people should either block or report. Not only it clogs the report system with irrelevant stuff and distracts from real and very serious cases, it completely desensitises people to the point when their first thought when they see a callout post is “I’m not even going to waste my time reading this, I’m 95% sure this is bs”.

I am very tired of it, so I understand, Anon.

Alright, now let’s have a complete tonal shift and about our favourite hikki boy.

Anonymous asked:

What does Idia find attractive in a person? Like, what qualities, whether appearance or personality-wise would draw him to them? What would be the ultimate dealbreaker or what would be something that would lead to a big “NOPE” from him?

Good question, Anon~

Thank god Idia gives us food to think about these things with his crush on his online buddy lol I’m going to base my thoughts on their interactions.

First and foremost, for someone who isn’t very social, Idia really loves it when he can share his interests with someone. I say it every time, but quality time is one of the most important things for Idia, so if a person listened to a song he’d sent or if he is fun to play with, it’s going to win a lot of points for Idia. And Idia probably senses fakeness in this type of stuff, so he needs someone who is going to be genuinely invested in a game; just like Lilia, Azul or Ortho are.

He also loves determined, strong-willed people who take things into their own hands. Idia is kind of passive and hates being someone who initiates things, so his perfect partner would have to do the heavy lifting when it comes to this side of their relationship. He would have to “feel Idia’s vibes” and know when to push and when to leave him alone. Idia is (probably unintentionally) drawn to people who push him a liiiitlle bit out of his comfort zone, but he gets super defensive when someone oversteps his boundaries. He even complimented Crimson Muscle for always keeping a perfect distance and yet being very involved and friendly with him. In short, his perfect partner would have to make things easy for him emotionally lol

I don’t know about appearance, but I feel like Idia is kind of drawn to tall and mature men that are on the bigger side, he is kind of into this whole fantasy of Crimson Muscle being older than him, which is super ironic considering that at least 3 of his potential lovers are significantly smaller than him (Ortho, Lilia, Azul), and two of them are also younger than him. Not sure of Idia has a thing for this type, it’s probably just a funny coincidence, but it could be a bone in Idia’s body that gets pleasantly tickled because of the fact that he’s being topped by someone as tiny and adorable as they are. Well, not sure if he considers Azul tiny or adorable, but he certainly thinks that he has a pretty face.

Body-wise, the Tweels are probably the closest to what Idia would envision if he was cringe enough to fantasize about having sex with someone which he absolutely doesn’t do because that would be too pathetic and typical for a shut-in otaku loser like him ha ha ha ha ha. Seriously though, he probably doesn’t think about these things, also because he’s never thought that he would be a bottom in a sexual scenario, but if we forced Idia to pick the most attractive body out of all of these people, there is a chance that he would have picked the Tweels.

As for the big NOPEs…. The majority of people are big NOPEs for Idia lol

Ironically, the Tweels are a HUUUGE NOPE because they’re scary. Idia actively avoids them because he knows they are up to no good, and he would never consider any type of relationship with them.

He always complains about extraverts, but they would balance him out surprisingly well. But still, in theory this is a big no-no, in particular because they always have a lot of friends and the thought itself makes Idia feels a bit jealous and lonely. Plus, he considers them obnoxious lol Even though Ortho is an extravert.

He also doesn’t like nosy people who criticise him and don’t understand his hobbies and life philosophies. Azul nags on him, but he is surprisingly good at giving him his space, maybe because he knows that this is just how Idia operates and there is nothing he can do about it.

Idia also hates sporty people, active people, reckless people, people with a stick up their butts… He has a lot of opinions about every single NRC student and why they would be horrible to date lol

Anonymous asked:

Does Idia have to have a connection with someone to sleep with them? Is he open to one-night-stands, granted he wouldn’t be the one to instigate them I’m guessing. Does he like foreplay? What’s a sure way to get him in the mood? Sorry for all the questions! 😓

No worries, Anon, I like talking about Idia a lot as you might’ve noticed lol

It’s probably ironic considering just how many people we ship him with, but I feel like Idia doesn’t even consider having sex as something that might at some point happen to him. His mindset is “I’m a lonely otaku shut-in and I don’t want to be around people, but it’s okay if I stay a virgin because sex is overrated”. It doesn’t mean that he doesn’t want to have sex, he just doesn’t think that it’s an option and he is okay with it… One-night-stand just sounds isn’t as stressful as building a relationship with someone, but it’s still stressful af and very cringy, so he wouldn’t do it “unless he’s 50 and desperate”. But who knows, maybe his circumstances change…

To answer your first question, yes, on paper, he has to be very close to a person to even think about these things. But that’s on paper, in actuality (and this is the scenario for our art and posts a lot of times) sex could just happen to him suddenly because the tension got too strong and; and then Idia would suddenly feel himself overflowing with his suppressed urges. “I have to have a super strong connection with someone to sleep with them” and “I will probably never have sex” are irrelevant when Idia is being touched and feels every single sensation and feeling at once. Out of all of the guys we ship him with, I feel like the only one he would think about having sex with prior to that happening is Lilia (his online self of course), but even then this thought is just cringy delusional cope in Idia’s own opinion.

With foreplay, it’s kinda tricky. I think Idia is someone who would prefer to get it over with, to have sex already, to hurry his lover up, because foreplay feels too overwhelming and embarrassing. But his body craves much more attention that Idia is ready to let anyone give to it, so he would probably enjoy being petted, kissed, even edged, and his own embarrassment always dances on a fine line between ruining Idia’s mood because of the anxiety of it all and making him much hornier because embarrassment is arousing.

As for getting him in the mood, he is way too sensitive and his body is way too responsive, so a lot of times just grabbing and touching him works wonderfully… except when he is very busy gaming, because nothing can stand between him and his game. He’ll push anyone away if he’s busy with his online tournament… well okay, anyone other than Ortho or Lilia lol

Idia also responds to hentai tropes because he is always shocked when he experiences them irl, and ironically Ortho, Lilia, Azul, the Tweels – all of them would trigger that reaction intentionally or not. Especially Azul with his tentacles…

[dashielldeveron]

thinking about the katsuki office kiss scene (feat izuku) and the potential unwritten freak it holds is absolutely driving me insane and i have to voice my thoughts before they brain rot me like termites eating the foundations of a house. (also quick disclaimer that I’m sosososos understanding of why this more horny aspect was not explored in fic [goes against like the whole message, and how the harem is handled in fic is one of my favourite aspects of the whole thing] i just thought itd would be fun to explore as it’s own seperate thing)

not to thirst on anon (and please feel free to nuke the fuck out of this ask if it’s too thirsty because i totally understand) but the fact that the reader is too busy freaking the fuck out to notice the reaction of izuku across the room and the unspoken interactions happening between katsuki and him leaving it all deliciously unwritten and completely up however insane the audience interpretation of it is. and im a very insane audience!

like. do you think the katsuki looked izuku straight in the eye and then proceeded to open his mouth and start full on making out with reader?? you think that katsuki saw izuku glare at him with the most restrained desire to kill him and he put his hand on her neck, spurring him on to kiss her deeper??? (because while their more intense high school rivalry has been settled long ago i don’t think they’ll ever fully dull the urge to, at least, be in competition with each other, especially if they both are interested in the same person, katsuki is probably having such an inappropriately good time like ‘the girl i want is sitting in my lap and making out with me and im simultaneously beating izuku at something !! yay!!!’ [he does love to win, and in his mind having izukus soulmate want to make out with him probably registers as some fucked up form of ‘winning’ lmao this guy and his deranged inner world i love you freak number 2])

Do you think when reader sat fully down on katsuki’s lap it was taking so much (sexy) control of his not to march over there and get reader off of him immediately?? do you think that he was looking at the way katsuki was kissing reader and already was making notes on how he could do it so much better???? im going insane. internal battle between him being so pissed that katsuki is getting the makeup session he has been (literally) dying for, being incredibly concerned for your mental well-being and paying attention to how you kiss so he can better his plan to sexually infuriate you till you break.

^ (this led to a very long tangent on me talking about which of the soulmate troupe guys have some kind of jealousy issues, then further spiralled out of control to me rereading some of the chapters again so I could attempt to create a numbered ‘from least to jealous soulmate troupe guy’ list. it’ll have to be it’s own separate deranged ask).

lmaooooo sorry for this very strange ramble (again), i just love freak number one (izuku) and freak number two (katsuki). expect another ridiculously long ask in your inbox again soon

(also it was not a typo izuku is hoe 100% insane and that’s why he is matching my freak like take a look at this ask and tell me he wouldn’t also hyper-analyse literally one thing reader has done and think about all the horny subtext. hoe insane matched my freak.)

-cork board anon

everybody leave i wanna be alone with cork board anon

GOD IZUKU'S REACTION. and none of what i'm about to say is necessarily canonical to the fic, bc, like you said, it's unwritten so that the audience can imagine :)

so. ofc we don't see izuku's reaction bc reader is panicking. but like??? he's right there??? on the other side of the desk?? and he could OFA zip over there and tear them apart, but since it's a choice reader's decided to make, he's going to let her, and izuku knows she's worried about all her potential soulmates, so he just can't bring himself to stop her. which must hurt him so badly.

so holy FUCK the idea of bakugou staring izuku down while he's kissing her. oh my god. that brings izuku into the potential romantic dynamic, so instead of bakugou/reader like reader thinks, it's a fucked-up bakugou/reader/izuku. oh fuck. and i mean this in a sexy, jarring way: what you said reminded me of these CGs in jumin han's route in mystic messenger:

bc jumin is trying to make a point to the people watching him kiss MC and UGH it shooketh me the first time i experienced it. of course it's not a perfect comparison, bc reader's more in control/desperation than either jumin or MC are here, but i think the Vibe could fit. dear GOD bakugou opening his mouth while staring down izuku--would katsuki be more exerting a sort of bragging dominance over izuku, or would he be more surprised at the situation, just going along? bc for the moment, katsuki's winning. he doesn't know why, but he'll take it. and izuku can't do anything about it, because his soulmate would see him act poorly. i fully think that if reader hadn't been having a panic attack and vomiting, then it could've escalated to, like, katsuki sucking a hickey onto the top of her boob, or something, before he felt like he was going too far. and katsuki would be all smug about it, probably laying reader on her back on his desk, and once he surfaced, he'd wipe the back of his mouth with a wry grin and say something like "had to have some taste of you, sweetheart." and then he'd give her waist a final squeeze and say, "she's all yours, izuku." and he proceeds to bring this incident up for the rest of your lives. offers to relieve you if izuku's giving you a hard time (it's brushed off as a joke; he half means it and half doesn't--izuku rolls his eyes from across the restaurant booth and irritatedly peels at the wrapper on his beer bottle, and his grip around your shoulder tightens).

you see, your honour, i'll kill him :) :) :)

but UGH you're so RIGHT it was probably torturing izuku to see his soulmate kiss someone else, but he probably couldn't tear his gaze away because he wanted to see how she kisses people, so he could learn more about what she likes.......you're so big-brained. i love to see a man who is morally tortured inside. imagine his muscles tensing while he's going through all of the options in his brain. imagine him his mouth and nose twitching in fury. but he can't. do. anything. because that's his best friend and his soulmate, the two people (besides his mom and all might) that he loves more than anyone else in the world. he's not gonna hurt them. he understands how violence could be brought into the situation. but. but he's not gonna.

i would LOVE to hear your thoughts on the soulmates and jealousy 👀👀👀 bc i think i've really only thought about izuku's and a tiny bit of tenko's--because i feel like izuku gets INSANELY jealous but also has insanely high self-control--like in fic when reader kisses shinsou and midoriya seems all calm (he is NOT CALM on the inside) and is like "she knows what she's doing wrong." 👀👀👀 and i think that is SO sexy of him. because he COULD be possessive and controlling. it's his first instinct. but he won't. he won't. bc that would make us sad and perhaps a little scared. (and then tenko's jealousy--i've only thought about it in the context of touya, bc to tenko, touya seems confident and charismatic and very capable of stealing his girl away from him. so his jealousy comes from awfulllllll insecurity that he's not good enough :( but we love him very much, so hopefully he'll get over that in time.)

i appreciate you so much. you feel just as crazy insane about these ideas as i am. and yeah lol izuku would prob be into this, the over-analysis for fun and enjoyment. GOOD. we want to attract freaks!!! freaks only zone!!!! i love HIM i love YOU i hope your day is peaceful!!!!!!! xx.

[therealslimshakespeare]

Ok reasons why I like Maureen (this is incomplete list as those reasons are still multiplying)

1. She’s dedicated to her choices. She choose to get into army, it did not go the way she hoped but she still persevered and did her job.

2. She’s protective over people she loves -not only Gale as it’s common misconception. She tried to take bullet for Ida, checks up on girls in Stalag, reacted very strongly to Bucky being hurt, supports Gale and Jack during the worst of their abuse and never once her respect and love for them waivers, she spend her childhood trying to protect her brother

3. She’s an ally! It might feel like nothing know, but we must remember that it’s 1940s. I’m pretty sure it was illegal to engage in (ominous voice) “gay activities”.

4. She makes a conscious effort to change, which we see both in fics and in asks -and that change is permement

5. She’s also a young girl? She’s allowed to make mistakes and fuck up. We judge those characters using modern sensibilities but reality is they are very young people in very trying times -I would say she’s more than alright when you consider that

6. She’s unabashed in her sexuality. It’s so important to me to see character like that, because sexuality is such a significant part of human existence. And this pre second wave of feminism. So many things are still taboo. To be so comfortable in one’s skin and able to enjoy your body (despite being groomed as a child and abused as a woman) is to be a trailblazer really. There is a counter argument to made here that she’s overtly sexual in response to her trauma, but I believe that it’s only partly that. She just enjoys having fun and that includes sex and she’s unapologetic about it (this is also present in pacific version of Maureen-who’s also awesome! Because Maureen’s are incapable of not being awesome)

7. She’s funny. I just like her sense of humour and would probably like to drink with her if she was real. She likes to have fun and be around people and enjoy their company. How can I not like that. She’s the extrovert friend who adopts all the introverts nearby. Her being sociable also means that she easily gain allies from different prisoners -and that’s important in a place with limited resources

8. She’s supportive of her friends -she pushes Gale to include Lu’s engineering skills in his quest for radio, she’s supportive of Jack’s decision to marry Tilly and welcomes her with open arms, she embraces her husband biking hobby

9. She’s competent. Recognises one’s strength and helps to create a semi working community in Stalag by pointing out who would be the best for what

10. She’s also loyal. Once she decides she cares for someone she’s for them despite anything (not saying that she won’t voice her opinion). She was there for Ida’s birth even tho it was fucking traumatic for her, she’s there for her when she tries to take onto military after they close down women’s division, but she also supports Gale in his own journey to process all that horrifying experiences

11. She rejects comfort and money her family provides because she want’s to make something of her own life by signing up for war and later on she rejects them again because of their treatment of her and Gale

12. She a realist. And that’s something I will always appreciate in character. She’s calling things as she sees them and that’s so fucking useful during the war when harebrained optimism can kill

13. This is asks based reason but who cares, she’s a good mom, who tries to raise better people

14. She’s a fucking war hero!

This was such fun to read as an author because it’s like a summary of a very incomplete character and it’s like- woah and yay and wow about how she comes across to one reader with actual instances cited and y’all know how I adore my anon essays; no cap

[ciaossu-imagines]

💗 💝 💖 🎀 💓 💮 💌 for my boyyyy shouhei for the romantic ask!! -shoheiakagi

Yay! You know I’m always so thrilled to get a chance to write about your boy Shouhei! And I love that you give me that chance so thank you and I hope you’ll enjoy!

How long does it take your muse to fall in love?

Okay, but let me state this plain out. Shouhei is definitely not a ‘love at first sight’ kind of guy. He finds the whole concept of that a little laughable honestly, as you can’t honestly love someone you don’t even know in his opinion. That being said, I do think that while he approaches dating as something fun, Shouhei is prone to starting to catch feelings pretty easily and early, within the first couple of months. He gets infatuated easily, falls in serious like with people pretty easily and he’s ruined a lot of friends with benefits situations like that, because he’ll start to develop that infatuation and serious romantic feelings for someone when they don’t return them and don’t want him to feel that way towards them. However, when it comes to actually falling in love, that is something that takes Shouhei much longer and he’s not going to use ‘I love you’s’ easily or willy-nilly. It’s going to take him a long time to say that to anyone, probably around a year of being with someone in a romantic sort of way.

What’s their love language?

I do see Shouhei’s love language as being a mixture of physical touch and acts of service in terms of how he shows love to others. He’s a very touchy feely guy and you can tell that he feels comfortable with a person and how much he cares about a person by how often he touches them. Rough-housing with the boys, light punches on the arm, pulling Bandou’s baseball cap brim down with a laugh – it shows how close he is to his friends when he is physical and affectionate that way with them. Slinging an arm around someone, hugs, kisses towards a romantic partner, holding hands with a romantic partner, brushing their hair back while they sleep or ruffling it when the two of them are joking around, just always finding some excuse to touch them or play around with them physically is how Shouhei shows that he’s really into someone romantically. However, Shouhei, while he has his selfish streak, is also someone who enjoys doing things for others and who will show his partner he loves them by doing things for them. Running errands he knows they have to do so they can have some extra time to relax, taking out their trash for them when he spends the night or making them breakfast, listening to them when they’re having a rough time and helping them find a solution…he just really does care about his partner and he wants to take any stress or pressure they have off their shoulders as much as he’s able to.

What traits does your muse find physically attractive?

While I could list obvious sexually attractive things to Shouhei, I really want to focus on tinier things that really make Shouhei go ‘wow, this person is so gorgeous’. I think the topmost thing that gives him that little breathless moment of finding someone so beautiful is really a great smile. You know what I mean – those people with smiles that just seem to light up their whole face, that make you want to smile along no matter how bad a mood you’re in? That’s something that definitely makes Shouhei find someone physically attractive, even if they’re not conventionally attractive. I also think he really likes people’s eyes. He’s not really picky about what colour their eyes are, but he finds a set of pretty eyes appealing, especially so if the person in question has really emotive eyes, ones that kind of let you see how they’re feeling just by them looking at you.

Do they aim to impress their partner often? If they do, how so?

I think that there are definitely times when Shouhei shows off for his partner. He wants his partner to think really highly of him. He wants them to think he can solve any problem that comes along, that he’s able to take care of them. But he also wants them to think he’s really cool and funny and while he won’t be a jackass about it, leaning more towards subtlety, he’s definitely going to have those moments where he’s trying to get all their attention on him and trying to show off for them.

What are some signs your muse has fallen for someone?

Now, going to admit flat out that this was a hard one for me, just because I do see Shouhei as being someone who’s able to hide and mask his own emotions. He’s really great at joking around and hiding whatever’s truly going on in his heart and his head behind smiles and playfulness. But I do think there are some subtle clues that let people know that Shouhei’s caught some feelings. He’ll want to spend more time with that person than he normally would, cancelling plans or skipping out on work sometimes just to take advantage of chances to hang out with them. He brings them around his friends more, tries to work them into his life subtly bit by bit. He’ll also give them a nickname, something only he calls them.

Is your muse the possessive or super jealous type?

Nope. Not at all. I’m not saying that Shouhei never gets jealous at all, because that would be a lie. He most certainly does have those moments and they might sometimes cause some tension between him and his partner because he gets really clingy when he feels that way and kind of acts out and becomes a little bit of a jackass, but thankfully those moments are few and far between. He’s not extremely jealous and while he wants to take care of and protect his partner, he’s not possessive of them and he’d never try to control their actions or their lives.

How would they confess to their love interest? Would they wait on a confession?

I don’t see Shouhei as someone who confesses in any particular way or needs a big confession of someone’s feelings. Relationships with Shouhei just seem to kind of naturally progress (either into fights and people leaving him, either by telling him they don’t wanna see him anymore or just ghosting him, or into more serious romantic territory) without much needing to be said. And that is honestly the best way in his mind. He prefers relationships that just sort of click into place like that, that just come easily and naturally.

[darkesttimelinestuff]

"Do you even know what this means?"

This is a continuation of "Just in case this doesn't work," where I explore bisexual Dana Scully and the possible throuple. Sorry to the hardcore MSR shippers out there. This is just for fun and I hope some of you like it.

Or you can find it here. Yay for ao3!

Prompt #4 - "Do you even know what this means?"

4.

The simple fact is that Jenna is perfect for them. She is sexy and confident, well-spoken, the top in her field in cancer research, and craves the privacy that both Mulder and Scully desire from this particular arrangement. 

The couple had agreed on a sign if things were going badly. A pull on the earlobe and clearing of the throat means “this is not working out! Abort mission immediately!” But instead of needing the signal, the drive home was filled with talk about how wonderful Jenna is, how they couldn’t have found a more perfect third. 

The next day they call Jenna.

“Hi, it’s Katherine.” They had decided on using middle names. 

“Oh, hi Katherine. I’m so glad you called,” Jenna’s  voice says on the other end. “I had a very nice time with you and William yesterday.”

“So did we, Jenna,” Scully agrees. “We were wondering if you’d like to meet next weekend. Maybe we could all have some fun together.”

Scully had thought that inviting a woman into their bed would be more difficult, filled with anxiety and a stomach full of butterflies, like your very first kiss on a first date. But she found that this was surprisingly easy. Or, that perhaps, she would feel jealous at the thought of Mulder touching another woman. She wasn’t sure if it was Mulder’s firm hand on her back, the maturity that comes with age and experience, or the way Jenna made her feel at ease. Scully wanted this. Wanted Jenna and to watch Mulder fuck her.

“I would love that,” Jenna says, and Scully could hear the smile in her voice. 

Scully nods at Mulder, who is planting soft kisses on her neck and pushing his erect penis into her thigh. They are both so ready.

5. 

The hotel room is small, tasteful. Mulder used an alias when booking and will pay cash at check out. Scully is wearing only a satin robe, for ease once their activities start. 

Mulder is in a white t-shirt and jeans, hoping to not seem too eager or deviant when Jenna arrives. He lays on the bed next to Scully, rubbing a teasing finger between her legs, her thighs falling to the side with each stroke. 

“You’re going to make me finish before we’ve even started,” Scully rasps. 

“What’s wrong with that?” Mulder asks. “It’d be sexy. A little preview of what’s to come… so to speak.”

“Do you even know what this means?” Scully asked. Off Mulder’s confused look she said, “We might be in a throuple.”

“No,” Mulder chuckled, kissing the top of her head. “I only have room in my heart for one woman.”

His fingers continued to spread her slickness over his finger and around her pussy, making her arch slightly off the bed. She was already so turned on and ready for more. Scully reached up to kiss Mulder while she palmed his erection. 

That’s when there came a knock at the door. Mulder stood and crossed the room while Scully arranged herself, wanting to appear somewhat propper before she and Mulder make love to this woman. First appearances, sexual or otherwise, are important. 

Jenna walks into the room with a sense of calm and confidence that makes Scully sure she has done this before. It’s comforting to know that she has some experience, isn’t a novice, and, hopefully, won’t become too attached to either her or Mulder. Among many things, they had agreed that leaving feelings at the door is one of their top priorities. This is, after all, about sexual pleasure and only that. 

“Hello,” she says in her sultry voice. “Are we ready to get started?”

“I think so,” Mulder says with equal parts excitement and nervousness in his voice. 

Scully smiles, and crosses the room to meet them, says, “Absolutely,” and reaches up to give Jenna a lingering kiss. 

Jenna’s hands land on Scully’s hips, massaging through the soft fabric of the robe. Scully moans softly and pulls away. She bites her lip, looking into Jenna’s eyes. Then she looks at Mulder, guiding Jenna to him. Mulder takes the hint and meets Jenna the rest of the way, bending to brush his lips over Jenna’s plush mouth.

To be continued...

[iceyrukia]

men will hold every single penny they spend on women over their heads and obsess on social media about women having to split the bill on dates as the most pressing question when it comes to gender inequality, BuT somehow, I’m supposed to believe that “s3x w0rk” , where men have to give money in exchange for sex, is consensual????

That the money being used here is just a generous bonus from men to women for a fun little hookup and it being a “everyone benefits” situation with men getting sex and women get to be “empowered girl bosses yay!!! 🤪” ?? That the money here isn’t used as coercion to get vulnerable impoverished women to do away with their sexual boundaries???

Be for fucking real here men are so fucking paranoid and stingy with their money especially in relation to women and their masculinity, like why do you think they just went to “hookers” instead of going for a mutual hookup that’s free??

The money is a shortcut and a display of power in that men can coerce women into having sex with them even with the total absence of enthusiastic desire on the women’s part. The propaganda around s3x w0rk paints an unrealistic view of the nature of these transaction it’s insane how so many ‘feminists’ are it up. If both parties really wanted it then do you think men are generous enough to give a lik bonus to their hookups or something??? It makes no sense.

[alicealder]

i. "cast iron skillet" - jason isbell and the 400 unit // ii. tonight i'm someone else: essays; the end of longing - chelsea hodson // iii. "rx (medicate)" - theory of a deadman

( gdocs version since tumblr beta is super annoying )

quick stats !

full name: alice audrey alder

date of birth: september 17th, 1966

zodiac big three: virgo sun, pisces moon, libra rising, leo venus

gender & pronouns: cis woman & she/her

sexual orientation: home of sexual

ethnicity: white

nationality: us american

religion: agnostic

languages spoken: english (5), spanish (4), latin (3)

enneagram: 2w3

mbti: enfj

temperament: phlegmatic

alignment: true neutral

refresher !

triggers: shitty parenting, the briefest implication of homophobia

Mom, Annabelle “Anne” Alder, kinda really sucks. I guess we’ll go with the version where she’s not a televangelist even though televangelism is super fun and was booming in the 1980s, I just think we know the other version better. Still a lil menty ill tho. 

But Alice’s daddy, Allen, and sister, Alice 1.0, died a week before she was born so you know <3 hard to blame her tbh <3

Still weird that she was like “okay if I can’t have Alice 1.0 I’ll have Alice 2.0”

Momma Alder was like “you’re gonsta be perfect just like ur dad!” and Alice was like “okay how” and momma was like “uhhhh get good grades, be successful, marry a rich guy, be hot” and Alice was like “okay bet”

Mamma Alder also married a rich guy, our bestie Brian, who was like… 20 years her senior. So she had an affair with the poolboy. But honestly that stuff wasn’t too important in the great grand scheme of things – Brian was, though!

Anyway, Alice totes got good grades and was hot! But a rich guy wasn’t in her cards :\ Maybe a rich girl though!

Is Lux rich?

Fell in love with childhood friend Lux Lewis in late 1981 and it lasted around a year.. So that’s basically late sophomore - junior on her end, late freshman - sophomore on Lux’s.

Gradually phased out as Lux got closer to another lesbian we know 🤨(only we don’t know it IC 😔). But Alice was still Lux’s little bitch for the time being.

Idk if the Wonderland dance happened in this timeline... In any case, Lux going bitch mode after the lesbian ‘rumor’ was pinned on Alice still happened! So did the fight between Alice and Anne, though that was a few more months in. So did it getting worse when Alice was like *coach ben vc* hear that, furry little friends?! I’m GAYYY. *end vc* So did Brian leaving to go to a five-star retirement home. 

Anyway, a slight change is that Brian paid the tuition, but Alice still went to live with Indigo… for the time being 🤨

update time !

triggers: drugs. so many drugs., some shitty parenting thrown in there considering brian’s involvement and (arguably!) indigo’s solution

Weed and alcohol weren’t entirely foreign – they were both present at basically all the parties thrown – but Alice had never partaken in them beyond a slight buzz. Up until, of course, the winter of 1983. Just to balance things out, right? Just to make the world seem a little chiller during the crux of her final year in high-school, right?

But all of the shit that came with it – related to Lux or not – eventually brought it to a null spot. And Brian (who didn’t think to ask anything about it), ever the caring father figure, offered what used to help him through his rough patches! A little pill!

As of right now, I’m basically just typing out the timeline I wrote down. So with nothing smooth to say, Alice found herself a regular Vicodin user by the Spring of 1984.

And, while all things preceding the date were stressful enough, that brings us to entering college! Yay! Brian’s started paying tuition and there was that huge blowout and she’s living with Indigo now, so on and so forth. Anyway, now that that’s been refreshed:

Fall of 1984… Maybe someone would point to Lux and the bullying. Maybe someone would point to Anne Alder, suddenly without child and husband. Maybe someone would point to the lack of a stable home. But the truth was that it was none of that, and it was all of that.

The first few months, Alice was doing her best to keep up. She was still keeping her grades way up, she was still working hard to maintain her friendships, she was still trying to keep up a semblance of a life – she would have been dubbed ‘functioning.’ But something… just broke. Seemingly out of nowhere, something cracked. 

*It happened slowly, then all at once. General stress – stress that seemed normal – snapped. There were voices and delusions and–

–Brian’s donations weren’t enough anymore. After searching, after a chance finding, Alice crossed the snow line… 

And it… worked. The stress had dissipated and life… it was so much better. As long as she rolled the snow up on the 8hr schedule it needed, life was beautiful! 

For a while.

When Winter rolled around, it was plain for Indigo to see that Alice was not just smoking doobage. In fact, she wasn’t just smoking anything anymore – not if the cotton ball and shoelace had anything to say about it! 

Thus, Indigo (real name: Angela), past groupie (who “Angie” by the Stones had clearly been written about) who had seen the dangerous outcomes firsthand, was… in essence, like, “Get your shit together!”

But if some missing money, pinpoint pupils, and a nod off that led to a close call with godsmack had anything to say about it… Alice was not, in fact, getting her shit together.

Indigo had never planned on being a mother, and though she was much more caring and empathetic than her sister, she wasn’t prepared for… how to deal with this (unless it was Eric Clapton who clearly got clean for her). At the end of the day, is anyone? Especially when the main source of said kid’s cost of living was coming from an indirect enabler? (See: Brian <3)

Not knowing what else to do if Alice wouldn’t agree to seek help, she made the hesitant decision to kick her out.

Lucky for Alice, there was one vacant house in Cherry where someone she knew had been able to claim squatter’s rights – that someone being Oliver (who, outside of alcohol and weed, could be considered a surprising straight-edge given what he’d seen his mom go through at the hands of SUD).

Yes, I’m connecting my two characters. Yes, I am using this cop-out. *Ariana Grande vc* And what about it?

When Spring rolled around, her role in ‘the gang’ was nearly non-existent, existing more as a ghost than a person. Which was about how life was going. Moving through it like a ghost, disconnected from the Earth, watching from a state of limbo, becoming a distant memory.

r/im14andthisisdeep

She still managed to get by in CCU, though not without strife and sliding grades. Speedballing helped, but even then, she was distracted. 

Oliver tried giving her the movie star speech… which didn’t work, but it was worth a shot!

Fall came and so did sophomore year’s tuition payment… some of which was pocketed and spent on things that should not have been important as they felt.

Outside of that, it was largely uneventful. Just repetition of how life had been for the past… year and a half? But it wasn’t as fun as it used to be. And most bridges had burned themselves (hell, save for Brian, every bridge with family had burned down). And there would never be anything fun again, would there be? She stays in the routine, it’s normal. She breaks it and tries to get sober? At best, it’s boring. At worst, it’s hell on Earth. And she would choose routine over that any day! If she’d already lost most everything she could lose, why bother? The only things she had left were school (and she would be on academic probation in Spring – if she were kicked out… who cared anymore?), an empty house (was there much of a difference between an empty house – that desperately needed repairs – with one guy and a street?), the few bridges she hadn’t burned (a lighter would come eventually), and a beating heart (did it matter anymore?). Burn it down.

That was the prevailing thought until one Ford Freese entered the picture in early December, an offer to pay for a 30-day inpatient stay over the CCU winter break.

…winter break totally isn’t for deus ex machina purposes!

In any other case, she would’ve declined the offer with enthusiasm – some of the only enthusiasm she still showed! But the one thing she hadn’t thought of? The one thing she hadn’t thought to add to her list of things that could be stripped from her? Her freedom. Aha, don’t arrest me! Aha, I’m too sexy to go to jail for 7+ years!

Let it be known that he never actually threatened arrest – or anything even close! – but you see a man with a badge…

She entered rehab on the first day of their winter break. The methadone helped with the detox, but not with the… worth. Nonetheless, she walked out of rehab two days after CCU had begun the Spring semester. 

A month later, she had ‘completed’ the outpatient program – during which she’d been doing her damndest to get off academic parole. Without any funding for something like a methadone clinic – or, I don’t know, a therapist? – it was her and her willpower! 

And, credit where credit is due, staying sober due to a sense of obligation? Of ‘you did this grand gesture for me, I can do this one thing for you’? Well, it was working! Enough to get her to NA!

But, even nearly eight months later, everything feels rather askew. She’s part of the gang again, not a ghost… but is she? She’s back to her role of ‘great student’... but is she? Lux has lost her influence… but has she?

Well… Hollywoo Stars and Celebs! What Do They Know? Do they Know Things? Let’s Find Out!

updated tl;dr !

Alice started doing drugs about eight months earlier than her Cherry 1.0/2.0 counterparts. 

She developed a tolerance to Vicodin and didn’t have the benefit of seeing Lux’s ghost because… Lux isn’t dead (or presumed dead), so she moved up the ladder of gateway drugs and, following a bit of a menty b in her freshman year of college, she started using smack.

Eventually got kicked out of Indigo’s house for understandable reasons and went to squat live with Oliver (deus ex machina!). 

Yanno. shit happens!

Was not successfully enticed to enter recovery until Ford Freese offered to pay for rehab (and, even then, it was just because “oh this guy has a badge I don’t want to go to jail im so sexy for that aha”). Got clean.

Has been sober for nearly eight months now… mainly out of obligation!

But my favorite form of character growth is character descent :elmosmile: