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thevestigeofvanillaan · 2 years

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Spoiled. Katsuki Bakugo x Reader.

cw: big brother katsu (age gap of 7 years), aged up, pro-hero dynamight, incest (reader is adopted), nsfw 18+ (vanilla), implied loss of virginity, narrator -> katsuki's pov. ♡'s imply time skip or change of narrative.

summary: katsuki treats his little adoptive sister with so much care. she's his baby. his life. he spoils her rotten. "katsu this! katsu that!" and he always gets her whatever she wants. so when she asks for him to take her virginity he can't help but give her what she asks.

His little sister, also known as his world.

He spoils her rotten.

There are situations where she'll ask their mother and she says no and Katsuki will walk in and say "I got it.. what d'ya want princess?" And kneel down to her height.

But this was when she was 10.

She's all grown up now, and Katsuki still gets her everything she wants.

He's visiting home for a few weeks since he hasn't had a family visit in a while since he's a pro hero now.

He hasn't had time to come see his parents and most importantly his little sister.

It's been about a year since hes last seen her.

She's 19 now.

Making Katsuki 26.

And god she's aging him like crazy.

She was adopted into his home when he was 11, she was 4. He's known her since she was a baby.

And seeing her all grown up is surreal to the old man.

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Goin to visit ma, dad, and my little sister.

Who apparently isn't so little anymore.

I've been watching her snaps she sends me daily.

Videos tellin me how much she misses me, askin to see me soon.

She texts me askin for me to order her clothes or venmo her some money.

I've never said no.

Most of my money goes right into the pockets of my pretty baby sister.

It's worth it to see the videos she sends me of her showin me how the clothes I bought her fit.

Showin me everythin she buys with the money I give her.

Her smile in every single one of em.

It's infectious.

I hate it.

I watch em while I'm at work and find myself smiling with my feet kicked up on my desk, watchin her cute videos.

She FaceTime video called me while I was at work and I was too busy to answer.

It's about 10 at night and I remember to call her back.

I call her and she almost immediately picks up.

"Hii Katsu!" She smiles happily.

"Hi pretty." I reply bluntly.

"Look look!" She sets her phone up against something so I can see her stand up with her pink zebra patterned mini skirt, and a pink corset top. Her pink platform boots and her cute little pigtails in her hair.

"Someone looks cute. Where'ya goin princess? You need money?" I ask, opening venmo.

"I'm going to a concert with my girlfriends. You don't have to send me anyth-" She cuts off when she reads the notification of me sending her 500 dollars.

"Katsu ya didn't have to send me anything." I can hear the smile she has planted on her face at my donation.

"Yeah well maybe I wanted to." I say, shifting in my bed with my hand under the back of my head, my arm resting upward on my pillow.

She comes off pause and tries to hide her face from the call.

"Why ya hidin' princess?" I ask with a smirk present on my face.

"Nothin' you look handsome is all. By the way ma said you were comin' down tomorrow? For how long?" She shows her face again.

"Few weeks, got off work for a while so I can see you guys." I say simply.

"Really!? You get to meet all my girlfriends, and go shoppin' with me, and we can play games, and have sleepovers and do face masks and-" She continues to ramble when I cut her off.

"I gotta go take a shower honey. But I promise we will have all our fun that we've missed for the past year. I'll make it up to you." I get up from my spot and go get a towel.

"Ya promise?" She says holding her pinkie to the video call with her pretty doll eyes.

Oh the doll eyes I could never bring myself to say no to.

"I promise." I bring my pinkie up to the screen as well and see her smile.

I'm tellin you it's infectious.

Because I find myself smiling back with a toothy grin.

"Talk to ya later.. have a good night and have fun at your concert okay? Don't get hurt and call me if anythin happens. Don't talk to strangers. I love you baby." I say and hang up after she says a quick "I love you too" and blows a kiss to the screen.

I get in the shower and wash the grime, dirt, and sweat off my body from work.

It was a long damn day.

Long.

And horrendous.

Excited for my damn break.

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And I'm home.

Carryin a suitcase and a backpack onto the porch and place the duffel bag I'm carryin in my other hand on the ground.

I knock on the door and it opens before I can even hit the door a third time.

"Hi Katsu!!" Y/n runs into my open arms and hugs my neck tightly, shifting left and right in the hug.

"Hey baby! I missed you." I hug her tight and stand up straight, picking her up off the ground and she presses pecks to my cheek.

I put her back on the ground and she walks inside.

"Ma!! Daddy!!" She calls up the stairs as I set my bags down beside me, keeping the backpack on.

I see my parents come walking down the stairs.

Ma runnin to me giving me a sweet hug.

Dad coming not long after and hugging me once Ma finished.

"Oh Katsuki.." my mom says softly.

Dad wraps an arm around her shoulder as she brings a hand to her face.

"You're all grown up. Up off and on tv now.." She walks over to me and gives me another hug.

"I know ma. Why so mushy.. You're usually mad." I chuckle and playfully push her off me before giving her a peck to her cheek.

"I'm gonna unpack." I say a walk up the stairs carrying my bags, walking to my old childhood bedroom.

I still have the spray paint wall. And my old closet and standing mirror.

They did keep it all.

"It's nostalgic isn't it? I made Ma keep it all." I hear the sweet tune of my baby sister behind me.

I turn around and open my arms for her.

She walks into my embrace. I kiss her on the head as I hear soft sulks and my shirt feels wet.

"Baby dont cry.. 'm right here." I cup her face into warm palms.

I wipe her tears and place a kiss on her forehead.

"Let me sleep in here with you tonight pleasee?" She says with her famous doll eyes.

Oh the doll eyes.

"Of course honey." It comes flowing out my mouth like a whistle before I kiss her on the head again, hugging her waist.

I let go and continue to unpack my things.

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"Kastuki! Dinner's ready!" I hear Ma yell from downstairs.

I walk down to see some of my favorites displayed.

"Hah? It's not Christmas Ma, ya didn't have to make all this." I smile and give her a hug.

"It's a welcome home gift.. just a little somethin'. And y/n had not a problem helpin' me make it!" She smiles and looks at her, settin up plates, utensils, and cuttery.

I walk over and help her set the table.

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Once we are all done eating, y/n wanted me to go hang out with her in her room and do somethin I don't even know what she was talkin about.

I told her I'd be up in a minute as I finish up the dishes.

Say thank you to Ma then head up to y/n's room.

"Katsu come're come do a face mask with me." She's sitting on her floor in front of a body mirror, patting the spot beside her.

"Look pick which color you want. I'm doing pink." She points at the various colors.

"Give me the gold one." I point at it as I sit next to her, my arm holding me up behind her.

She hands me the gold one and she starts putting hers on her face.

She looks so pretty like this.

In her neon pink tied short shorts. Her matching pink cropped sweatshirt.

Hair in a messy bun and only eyeliner in the waterline of her eyes.

Doin a cute pink facemask.

"Let me put yours on now!" She grabs the facemask from my hand and crawls over to my stretched out leg, straddling my thigh.

"How has work been? I hate not being able to see you." She asks with a frown.

I grab her hips when she starts to almost grind herself against my leg to stop her from moving.

"Eh it's been alright. I've missed you honey." I say placing a kiss to her forearm as she applies the gold mask on my face.

The cool sensation feels good and I find myself relaxing.

The tense muscles falling low and I almost don't realize I'm breathing.

I've been so pent up and frustrated with work.

I haven't had time with my little sister at all in forever.

"Hey I need to talk to you about somethin'." She says seriously, moving to the mirror to begin peeling the dry face mask from her skin.

"Yeah? What's up?" I ask

"So ya know.. I hang out with my girls a lot.. and they all are havin' sex and stuff." She starts.

"Oh yeah? Have you?" I ask, my eyebrows creating a crease from my angry expression.

But she can't see me

"Well that's what I wanted to talk about. I'm nineteen now, ya know. And I haven't really found a guy I'm interested in doin' that with.. so I'm the only virgin of the friend group." She says.

I can see her upset face in the mirror.

My eyebrows drop. My facial expression softens and I begin to feel sympathetic for her.

"Where ya gettin' at?" I ask.

"Well.. I wanted you to help me out. But it's okay if ya don't wanna. I just wanted to experience it with someone I know won't hurt me and leave me after.." I see tears prick at the corners of her eyes as she looks at me in the mirror.

"I dunno honey.. You're sure you want me? Why not one of my friends?" I ask.

"Because your friends are gonna do the same thing. Just leave me.. I'll mean nothin' to them after. But if it's with you I know ya won't leave me." Tears flow down pretty flustered cheeks.

I crawl over to her and she faces me, beginning to take the face mask off me.

"Listen.. I know that I'm your sister and all.. and how much younger I am. But it would mean the world to me if ya did this f'me." I wipe her tears and smile.

I don't think she means to but she does her little doll eyes.

"Ya know I can't say no to ya doll face. If you are sure ya want this I'll do it for you." I say softly when I see her face light up.

"I've been thinkin' about it for a while now.. but never got a chance to tell ya and I'd thought you'd understand better if I said it in person." She finishes picking the mask off my face.

"I understand baby. It's okay. Don't be embarrassed or scared or nothin'. I'll always do anythin' for ya Princess." Pet names roll of my tongue with a different meaning then how I meant them before.

And she notices that quickly.

Zipping down her little sweatshirt to reveal her bare chest. Hard nipples.

She pulls me by my neck into a kiss.

I find myself enjoying it much more than I should.

She's gorgeous.

She slips off the rest of the flimsy material.

I take her pretty tits into the palms of my hands and pinch her nipples softly, causing a whimper to slip from her mouth.

I kiss her pretty breasts with all tongue and teeth.

"Mm. It's embarrassin' how much I've thought of this.. touched myself to the thought of ya doin' this t'me." I hear her say imbetween whimpers.

"Yeah?" I ask.

I've never pegged her to be such a naughty girl. She was always my innocent baby sister.

Never had the thought of doin' this to her crossed my mind.

So this was a lot to take in, but I'm enjoying it.. way more than I should be with my little virgin sister.

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"Mm.. please Katsu 'm gettin' impatient.. wan you." Y/n moans out to me.

"Okay baby.. You're sure you're ready?" I ask, looking at her with seriousness.

"Mhm." She nods.

I rub the tip on her messy folds before slowly breaching her entrance.

She whimpers in the contact.

"Hurts.." She whimpers as she puts hands on my chest.

I stop moving. "Tell me when to go, okay?"

"M-move.." She says after a few seconds as I continue to push slowly into her.

It's not long before the pain she's feeling turns to pleasure.

She's tight but I don't say anything for now.

I want her to stay calm and let me please her without botherin her.

"Gon come Katsu." She whines.

"Come w'me baby." I say about to reach my high.

The room fills with the sound of skin against skin and a mix of our moans as we both reach out highs together, grinding into one another.

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"So how was it baby? Are you okay?" I ask, cuddling her from behind.

She nods and I hear her say sleepily "it's was good.. thank you so much for doin' that f'me."

"Of course baby.. I do anythin' f'you." I say and begin to doze off with her in my arms.

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notstilinski · 9 months

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Happy Place Starters !

Taken from the 2023 novel by Emily Henry, Happy Place! Some of these have already been edited. You can change them however you see fit!

“We all went to school together but we live in different places now, so it’s hard to get our schedules to line up.”

“Oh, no, it was t a medical procedure. It was an Etsy spell.”

“Remember the first time you brought us her? That guy (Name) ghosted me, and you and (Name) made a PowerPoint about his worst qualities.”

“Wow, things descended into orgy territory pretty quickly.”

“I’ve never had friends like this.”

“Eight years, and you’re still never more than three feet apart.”

“(Name) tends to embellish.”

“You should try sending a big-ass nude painting of yourself ahead when you’re going to meet someone new. It’s always worked for me.”

“You’re staring. Suspiciously.”

“I’m sure plenty of murderers are punctual.”

“They told me it would be impossible to tell whether you were flirting or not.”

“Clearly you’re unfamiliar with the concept of the Regency-era duel.”

“Oh, I’m familiar, but since I rarely find myself flirting with the unwed daughters of powerful dukes, I figure I’m okay.”

“Oh, come on. We’re step-friends now. You might as well tell me.”

“I love sluts! Some of my best friends are sluts. I’ve dabbled in sluttery myself.”

“That’s right. I’m slow-release hot.”

“No. I’m doing this for the sheer pleasure of annoying you.”

“(Name), they didn’t know we’d been hooking up for a whole year.”

“So you proposed and they said no and then they proposed and /you/ said no?”

“You can’t shove a person into a dark room and tell them to relax!”

“(Name) got an air horn app.”

“Are there any places you go back to again and again in your dreams?”

“If you could have another life entirely, separate from this one, what would you do?”

“Overthinking is the thing I’m best at, though.”

“Do I make you anxious?”

“You ask a lot of questions, but you don’t like answering them.”

“Funny. Interesting. It’s like, pick a lane, buddy.”

“Just to be clear, you’re always welcome to touch me.”

“I’m voracious for physical touch. Can’t get enough.”

“Don’t worry. It was clearly vengeful grinding.”

“I’m not made of money, (Name). Water’s all I got.”

“I have never loved a grocery store like I love this grocery store.”

“”How is (Name) even alive let alone whooping and cheering?”

“I’m probably just tired. I always worry more when I’m tired.”

“Um, I literally just walked up. Did I catch you two in the middle of a drug deal or something?”

“Oh, you haven’t found yourself imprisoned with any other jilted lovers in the last five months?”

“Oh? Then what was it that made you finally kiss me, (Name)?”

“I want to know if you’re happy too.”

“I got great pictures of the body shots, by the way. Those will be perfect for the photo wall.”

“You don’t have to be fine.”

“It could still happen. Life’s long.”

“He looks like he’s the tormented leader of a motorcycle gang.”

“If we aren’t friends, what is this?”

“I finally stopped falling asleep to that humiliating memory one month ago and now I have to start all over.”

“The I want to go down on you face?”

“What’s that? Is that just global warming I’m feeling, or has hell frozen over and (Name) is actually agreeing with me on something?”

“(Name), I’m serious. Don’t you dare break my delicate angel’s heart.”

“You’re a mystery to me, (Name).”

“I’m hiring a hitman to take out (Name) for buying that last round of Fireball last night. Feel free to Venmo me your contribution.”

“You have the instincts of a Victorian women’s hospital orderly.”

“Lots of things start with me. That doesn’t make them good ideas.”

“I’m not sure I’m up for four hours of vampires.”

“That just means whoever finds the body has a boring job and wears sweater-vests.”

“If I’m going to be an ass, I’m glad to be yours.”

“They think they’re showing me off.”

“Wow. Being a washed-up former golden boy isn’t so bad after all.”

“Thank you, (Name), for saving them from themselves.”

“I know. I think that’s really why I went. To find you.”

“Moved back in with your mom and get high with her twice a week.”

“I can hardly believe it myself. The chemistry was undeniable, but it wasn’t enough.”

“That is so unbelievably on-brand.”

“The nuance being they can know something’s objectively terrible but if it’s even loosely connected to one of their family members, then it’s got to also be groundbreakingly special.”

“And here I thought it was the crosswords themselves getting you riled up.”

“Hey, are you guys doing drugs down there?”

“We are young, (Name). We’ll always be young. It’s a state of mind.”

“I can feel my blood. And these colors have tastes.

“I am definitely really high. But I’m also right.”

“So I guess some things change and stay the same.”

“It happened! We replaced our parents as the drunk-mom-on-vacation generation

“Tell me to kiss you, (Name).”

“Plus, I want to see if this place is as haunted as it looks.”

“I like how you talk to me like you expect me to understand what you’re saying.”

“I’m every universe, it’s you for me. Even if it’s not me for you.”

“Compared to the rest of our relationship, this is a brawl.”

“I’m great with parents, (Name). Talking to old people is one of my very few God-given skills.”

“Are you planning to stab me or something?”

“Because you’re good at loving and that’s all you have to do.”

“How can love end up like that? How is it possible to love someone so much and have it all just go away?”

“Do you want me to promise I’ll love you forever, (Name)? Because I will.”

“What’s one thing you’ll miss about these trips?”

“Stupid, stupid, stupid heart. Don’t you know he hasn’t been yours to cry over for a long time?”

“Breathe for a second. Rushing makes you clumsy, and we can’t afford to be clumsy.”

“So when they ask for my best qualities, I tell them I’m amazing in bed.”

“I hardly have any expenses right now—maybe you’ve heard: I live with my mom?”

“It’s amazing. Seeing you like this. So happy.”

“I wanted to be special, (Name). And since I wasn’t, I settled for trying to make everyone love me.”

“I am. I am still yours.”

“Thanks. I don’t work out.”

“You think they’re Postmatesing magic mushrooms to the table?”

“If I waited on all of you, this friendship would already be over.”

“So, what, you’re going to consciously uncouple from our friendship.”

“If I’m good enough, I’ll be happy.”

“This is what you wore to a fight?”

“Good. You should be at least a fraction as proud of yourself as I am of you.”

“Good. Don’t forgive me. Stay mad at me. Don’t get over me.”

“Love means constantly saying you’re sorry and then doing better.”

“I never learned how to fight.”

“I don’t know how fights are supposed to end when you love the person you’re fighting with.”

“It’s embarrassing! Being jealous of your own partner? I didn’t even tell (Name) until a few months ago.”

“I don’t need you to stay the same, (Name).”

“You don’t want that anger becoming fear. You want it turning into trust.”

“I told that one shitty poet you dated that I was a witch, and that if he ever contacted you again, I’d he’d him so his dick fell off.”

“Your fingers are cold.”

“All the more reason to give you a ride. These could be the last minutes of your life, period.”

“Because there’s nowhere I wouldn’t go for you.”

“I’d rather have you five days a year than anyone else all the time.”

“I’m saying it’s not home unless you’re there.”

“Because it makes me happy. And I don’t consider anything that does that a waste of time.”

“I’m never not going to worry about you.”

“What about you? Don’t you want to be happy?”

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tubefullofdemons · 2 years

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A life update + a plea for help

Recently I was asking for help because my mom was hospitalized, they treated it like it was a heart attack but ultimately that wasn't the cause. She has an enlarged liver and stones in her gallbladder. We don't exactly know what is causing this. She's got doctors appts lined up and is in bed rest right now.

Before this we had an agreement out of necessity, that when one of us was in college, the other would take care of the house and pets. It was mom going to school and I was helping out around the house, cooking, ect but as moms health started getting worse my role grew into being the primary caretaker. I cook and clean and do pretty much everything. Mom tried to stay in college as long as she could but sick days and doctors appts started getting in the way. Sadly most of the professors weren't really understanding of this so mom wasn't selected to finish. The student loans and grants she received was our primary money to get by and without it we just have our two disability checks. (I'm autistic and mentally ill and my mom has epilepsy) it's really just 1600 a month and with rent and utilities we can barely get by. The bills have been adding up and I haven't even gotten access to my behavioral meds because I don't have the transportation, the money for transportation or the money for delivery. I'm fucking broke. I feel done for and hopeless.

These past two weeks have been a nightmare with me taking care of everything, not having groceries...whatever but honestly what matters to me is keeping up with my pets food and supplies. They are elderly or special needs, the kitty in the pictures above is Toby. He's one of my babies and he needs special food that I've run out of today. I need to buy it or else he will have a high risk of dying. He can't eat anything else. I am here begging for help. Like if anyone could donate anything today I would be so appreciative. My pets are very particular when it comes to food. My dogs are 15 yrs old and my cats are around 10+. Anyone who has elderly pets understands. As they get older the prices for their food gets higher. I have a week left before I get my check so it is really urgent.

I'm no contact with my family bc they were abusive so it's been just me and mom and no one else. It hurts thinking I have no other choice but to beg and each time I do it I feel this ache in my heart. I hope you guys understand what this money goes to and how much it means to me. I can barely put it into words but I am thankful. I'm glad there's a chance someone out there cares because my life has been cruel and my pets are all I've got. Without them I'd be dead and with no purpose in my life.

Thanks if you read this far. I'm sorry I'm so sad all the time. I hope one day I'll get to write about good news on here.

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sincerely-krp · 7 months

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could someone explain in very simple terms what blockchain is / i can smell the misinfo abt this so pls listen to me folks! this is gonna be long asf, but it’s important. this is literally my major, my industry, i just drank my fourth cup of coffee, i got this. sincerely admins, pls post this submission without my tumblr acct attached to it! a) mewe has been on blockchain tech (look up project liberty) since 2022. this is nbd. what’s happening rn is

b) people can OPT-IN to frequency’s blockchain, which aims to put identity back into the users’ hands. what does this mean? how do i even know this isn’t a scam? so glad you asked! i’ll rewind, so we can start from the top.

1) what is blockchain?

let’s start with what we can understand from the name and the vibes. we know it’s somewhat tech related, we know that we hear it all the time with the dreaded nfts (spooky), and we also know, that its name must mean something about it’s structure. block - chain. a chain of blocks. that’s an easy enough place to start, i think.

2) so what is the chain, and what are the blocks that are making up this chain?

honestly i’ll make it super easy. this technology is primarily used in money matters. lets say you want to buy a cute keychain from a street vendor. you probably hand them cash or venmo them money in return for the keychain, right? that’s a transaction. either you’re both trusting each other to honor the transaction if this was cash, or you’re both inputing your information, and trusting venmo, this bank, to do the authorizing and verifying for you.

since we’re talking tech, lets think about that second scenario a little more. we put so much sensitive information into this app (or paypal, zelle, whatever), and we trust that they won’t misuse the information that they now have of ours. we trust that they’re verifying the other person has enough money for the purchase, that they’re a real account, stuff like that.

the key takeaway here is that we are putting this trust in others, not ourselves.

3) okay but wtf does this have to do with the chain of blocks?

lets say you want to have the control over your own information. you don’t want to send money through a third party, like venmo, or through a bank, like zelle, or through apple/google/meta pay. essentially you want to be able to do all of this stuff without giving anyone highly sensitive material they might be storing in a database somewhere. but you want to make sure that the others that may also be doing this are still credible, even if this means you won’t know any information about them to be able to verify that.

3) i’m lost. recap pls.

basically. we give all of our sensitive data to companies like google, meta, apple, venmo, paypal, banks, etc, because thus far they’re the ones that have the power to verify transactions. but we don’t like being slaves to these monopolies, so we want to move away from that behavior.

4) how’s it possible to do that?

hm. well, maybe we use… a system. and this system will be open source, all about organizing data. no company will have it, rather, it will be self sufficient. we’ll come back to how we manage to build this, but let’s just talk about the product, the answer to our problem.

which is… blockchain.

the blocks are transactions, like ‘chihiro is going to pay yubaba 30 dollars.’

the chain is how we’re sticking them together. it’s the technology-equivalent to linking arms (called a reference, basically reaching to hold hands with the last transaction before extending the other towards the next one, which makes a little chain, connecting them all forever!), and lets the system organize all this data. like adding in items on a receipt, it’s just a very long receipt of each of your transactions

so if you make an account on one of these systems, you can send money to others. every transaction is a block, so there’s a complete history of everything. nothing can get lost, or manipulated by human hands. it’s like having red paint on your hands, it’ll smear and stain no matter where you put your hand. same concept.

but how is it going to be anonymous and secure?

when you make an account, it assigns you an ID. called a cryptokey (crypto from crypt, as in encrypt, as in encryption), it’s basically your fingerprints on this system.

when you make a transaction, you can’t see anything inside of the blockchain, but heres what happens: every word you see gets rearranged into a code that no one can decode, and so not only do you have a complete and accurate history of records, no one can break into these fuckers and steal your identity or your life or your money.

so, you send your transaction, your block is made. how do you know you’re not getting scammed? because the blockchain will only work with your unique keys, treated like a signature. there might be fifty chihiros and yubabas, but there’s only one of each with their individual keys.

before your block becomes accepted and recorded as such, as in, before your transaction goes through, it gets verified; this is where it does the checking that these big companies do, by itself. but the whole point is to not give our info. so we need to somehow... translate our money into a medium it can understand. this is what cryptocurrency is. you make 30 dollars into however many cryptocoins it equals, and you send it to the other side.

okay, so blockchain is a way to send and receive money safely without needing to sell my soul to capitalism, cool. how does the system manage to work??

blockchain software gets downloaded to your computer and keeps updating, every time anyone in the world uses it. so the system is on everyone’s technology, not kept in one dark safe. if someone’s system dies they don’t lose anything because it’s all in everyone’s stuff, this record and this data.

as for mewe, this technology is used in different ways; to speed up paperwork/automize forms, to rework archives of company setups, etc.

i have my reservations and critiques for blockchain here because it’s so new, and my next words don’t mean i’m 100% in or anything because i haven’t thought about it much, but… i think it’s really fucking cool. hear me out!

frequency blockchain says it wants to use the cryptokey technology to give us social identities, this would mean one identity across multiple platforms that collaborate with it, and instead of having different friends on each social media, our social identities would be friends with one another.

before you think it sounds insane: consider this, we already do it. we let apple sign us in on various social media accounts, or we use our google accounts to set up any number of accounts on different websites. with meta, instagram and threads and facebook all work through one single account. it’s basically like what we already know, the notifs that say 'add your contacts’ in new social media apps because your contacts are tied to your device, not the accounts on it.

i’m tired so i’ll stop here, but i am super duper open for questions. credible sources (relatively): medium, anything with a .org should be okay too.

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virtualbl0nde · 1 year

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NYAlpha23

Young hot singles in your area. I’m young, hot, AND, single. Should I post some photos

of myself and see what happens? I’m messaging 10 men right now, it’s very exhausting. “PPM?” That means how much does it cost to meet in person. I told this one guy I lost my job in hopes he’d send me some quick cash and all I got was a “ok got it...sorry hon...you'll find something quick...you seem very pleasant and sweet :)” Fuck off. What does he not understand about I’m-broke-give-me-money? I told another guy I would only send him photos and he said he only has cash. You’re a liar and you’re wasting my time. I think these men have sad, loveless lives. But then again at least they have money, I don’t have money or love.

I used to be all nice and pleasant in the beginning with “aww thanks, you too :)” and “you seem great xx” to work my way up to asking for money but I can’t even fake it anymore. I just go straight to the “if you want my time you better pay me first, here’s my Venmo.” It hasn’t been working as well.

I picked which photos to put on my profile because I looked young and virginal—mainly selfies where I look innocently up at the camera with empty eyes. Most old men just want a teenager. Someone who’s ripe enough to still have growing breasts but old enough to be “legal.” They want a girl who’s never been sullied but can fuck like a seasoned whore.

Their photos on the other hand always have something obscuring their appearance. Either the phone is covering their face in the mirror selfie or it’s a photo from the back of them. Some of them even take the time to blur it out. Then I’ll request to view their private photos which are always laughable. I love to scroll through the photos and imagine what their life is really like. Do they have ex wives that they wish were dead? What did they eat for dinner that night? Do they have a dog that they take on walks every morning because they’re a good pet owner? Do they have daughters who are off at college?

I now have 127 unopened messages and 201 likes on my page. They always open with something corny and ugly: “Well, well, well aren’t you precious,” “Would a confident professor from Boston interest you at all?” “Hi there sweetie” “Hi baby! You look amazing! Very beautiful and sexy!” I loathe them all.

Their handles are normally something dominant and commanding even though I know their unremarkable insecure pieces of shit in the real world. Typically something about how they travel a lot, make tons of money, or how they are somehow good looking. NYAlpha23, TravelingMan1980, FitDoc, Generous Daddy, KindLegend, HighEndHottie, WealthyAndFun. NYAlpha23 just told me if I texted him off my phone he would consider buying me a concert ticket to Arctic Monkeys on Thursday—I really want to go so I agree.

He doesn’t live in the city so maybe I’ll get lucky and he’ll send me money without me having to meet him in person. It’s 12:26 am and he’s 42—isn’t it his bed time?

What I hate most is when they call me honey or sweetie. I’m not their fucking baby. Don’t give some random girl online who you’ve never even seen in person a pet name. Talking to these men really stresses me out so I find myself reaching for my vape a lot more. They are literally killing me. Don’t I deserve some compensation for my future medical bills?

It always feels like men are taking from me more than I can give—my body, my time, my love, my jokes, my energy. I slowly feel my light dimming down as they suck me dry. When will I learn to stop feeding into it and allowing their poison to taint my feminine blood. Maybe one day I’ll be able to pay myself the wages and love I so desperately yearn for.

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arabellaflynn · 2 years

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EMERGENCY. STUPID STUPID EMERGENCY.

I really didn't fucking want to do this. But.

GFM: https://gofund.me/fe36afd2

Venmo: https://venmo.com/code?user_id=2448728627609600559&created=1643930446

PayPal: https://paypal.me/UnsolicitedAdvice?country.x=US&locale.x=en_US

Why?

Roommate #1 is moving out at the end of the month.

Roommate #2 is in the hospital.

Roommate #3 has been in the hospital recently, and is not right now, but is also not working because mostly bedbound so might be again soon.

Job on which I was barely supporting myself switched to an extremely sketch direct deposit service, which has now failed to pay me on time TWICE.

Same job also just canceled a week of work and cut my hours by 2/3rds and didn't tell me until less than a week before I expected to be back in.

Which is kind of moot right now, because after more than two months of reminding them that my contract was ending and I would need a new one, my contracte has ended and they have not given me a new one. But they do keep emailing me to ask me to do stuff!

My checking account is AGAIN in overdraft, after I managed to clear a little over $200 in overdraft fees, because of the aforementioned pay issues, and because TWICE I have tried to Venmo someone an amount of money less than my Venmo balance, and Venmo has taken it out of checking instead. Why? I DON'T KNOW. THAT'S NOT HOW VENMO IS SUPPOSED TO WORK.

I have -$125 to my name right now, and I need to do laundry. Which I can't, because the landlord has forbidden us to use the portable washer that I have spent months trying unsuccessfully to sell, and I can't put anything on my card at the laundromat. I also can't buy groceries, or pay the power bill due at the end of the month, which the exiting roommate seems to be dumping on me because now I am getting texts directly from Eversource about how much we owe? I don't know if he can do that, but if he managed it anyway I am going to be wroth.

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theunfairfolk · 2 years

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a possum rehab i follow started selling these and i’m fascinated by their divinatory potential

#now someone venmo me money so i can buy one #not an ad i just follow them on insta #possum #opossum #sweet orb saturday

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iridescentides · 2 years

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new weirdly specific sad feeling unlocked: removing my ex and her dad from my linkedin connections

#i swear i keep telling myself 'okay! this is the last electronic connection i had to her! should be all done now'#and then her pfp is on fuckin VENMO reminding me of the time i sent her money to buy a smoothie at the airport in 2018 #like when does it fucking end??? im straight up not having a good time #im definitely making progress though #it doesnt hurt nearly as bad as it used to. my thoughts about her have shifted to be less current and less about her if that makes sense #when i get sad about it im no longer thinking about her qualities as a person that i miss but moreso the companionship #ive stopped romanticizing little traits about her. and ive stopped wondering what shes up to these days #but i really miss the feeling of being deeply loved and cared for. it was incomparable to anything else imho #i miss having someone who would always look out for me. and honor their commitments to me. someone who would put me first #i feel so alone. i have a lot of friends n lots of people to talk to but no one whos deeply connected or intimately in my head like she was #i dont have an automatic plus one for work related events. i dont have someone who always knows the perfect gift to get me #i dont have anyone i can expect to always make time for me. ive gotten cancelled on multiple times this week and it fucking hurts #everything just hurts!!! adulthood is so hard bro #breakup tag #txt #waffle words of wisdom

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shorkbrian · 3 years

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I swear I ain’t in it for the money, but I can’t stop thinking about sugar daddy shoto. Maybe he sweeps a cute little college kid or barista of their feet, just something fun and casual. But this man starts falling harder, needing a way to lock them down to him. Money isn’t quite cutting it anymore, so he decides fucking a baby into her would do the trick. Shoto would push her down into the mattress, large frame twisting her into a sweet mating press. This way they could stay together forever and Shoto would have absolutely no problem providing for his sweet family <3

but fr tho I feel like Shouto is NOT the type for kids.

Mans will tolerate them when they babble or wave at him, but he very actively Does Not Want them.

Always uses condoms, and even though he’ll threaten not to, it’s never a legit thought in his mind to cum inside. Shouto doesn’t want to be a dad.

-----

You’ll be sittin on a park bench, fading sunset dark and pretty in front of you yet all you can do is cry. There’s not really any people around so it’s not like you’re bothering anyone - you hadn’t wanted to cry in your shabby apartment (half the cause of your worries) just in case you received a noise complaint.

“Are you alright?”

A somber, smooth voice is heard. You’re swiping at your tears quickly as you look up, trying to laugh off your state of distress. “Oh, haha, yeah I’m fine. Thanks for asking.” It’s hard to smile with your puffy cheeks and red-rimmed eyes.

The man in front of you frowns, hands in his coat pockets, scarf draped around his neck. “You don’t look fine. Mind if I sit?”

He’s already claiming the spot next to you on the bench before you can say a word, turning to you with a passive expression. “Why are you crying?”

And that’s all it takes to have you breaking down all over again, tears streaming down your face. Just one person offering to listen to the heavy burden you have to bear.

‘’M sor-sorry...” You sob, wiping at your eyes with frigid fingers, successful in doing nothing more but smearing tears around your face.

“Here.” The man’s taking off his scarf, gloved hands offering it you.

“I ca-can’t use your sc-scarf sir.” But he’s insistent, pressing it into your hands up by your face.

“I’ll just get another one. Keep it, you’re in need of it more than I am.”

The kindness makes another fresh bout of tears roll down your cheeks, but this time you're able to dab them away with soft fabric as you sniffle.

It takes a moment for you to calm yourself. When you do, you can finally engage in conversation with the man.

You tell him about your job hours getting cut, how you’ve been turned down or ignored by every single place you’ve applied at for a second job. How you’re barely affording to wash your clothes - you have to hang them or drape them across things in your apartment because you don’t have the money to pay for a dryer cycle.

And to top it all off, you’re still short on rent, despite how you scrimped and saved and even forced yourself not to buy groceries this week - you’ve gone hungry for the past three days.

“You haven’t eaten?”

You glance up at the man and his incredulous expression, shaking your head. “I’ve been trying to save money, I thought I could afford my rent if-”

“What kind of food do you like?” The man is pulling out his phone, swiping and tapping immediately.

“Thank you, but I’m not-” looking for charity is what you want to say. Plus, you shouldn’t accept favors from strange men.

But the handsome man is waving you silent. “I’m cold, plus I’d like to grab a bite to eat before I head home. I don’t like eating alone though, you’d honestly be doing me a favor.”

You take a moment to process. Is he telling the truth? He sounds like an honest guy.

“Seems like the only place open around here is “Joe’s 24 hour Diner”.... You mind burgers?”

So that's how you end up in a booth opposite the man (”Shouto” he had told you as you both headed to the diner), munching away at warm food. It tastes so good, you hardly have time to worry about the man watching you as he eats.

You’d been shocked at his looks the moment you’d seen him in the light of the diner. Pretty two-toned hair, different colored eyes, perfect skin, expensive clothes. Why was he even talking to you? It’s obvious the two of you led very different lives.

“How does everything taste?”

“Delicious.” Is your response, and Shouto seems pleased, nodding before taking another bite of his meal.

Maybe it’s stupid... but you feel weirdly safe with this man. He doesn’t seem to bear any ill-intent towards you, nor has he made any comments about your body or let his hands or eyes stray. He seems like a gentleman.

Conversation flows easily between the two of you, even sharing a few chuckles at times. He’s some fancy rich businessman, you learn, and you share about your own life, laughing at the comparisons. Shouto can’t fathom growing up in a house with less than five bedrooms and a personal servant.

He asks for your number, and you’re hesitant in giving it - he surely can’t be interested in you? But he seems so sincere, it’s hard to say no.

When the two of you part ways, Shouto gives you a wave, “Hope to see you again soon, and under better circumstances.”

“You too! And sorry for being such a mess and stopping your walk-”

Shouto shrugs, cheeks beginning to pink from the cold air as you two stand outside the diner. “You needed help. I like to assist.”

-----

The next morning you wake to find an atrociously large sum deposited in your Venmo account by none other than a Shouto Todoroki.

Immediately, you’re calling him. “It’s too much, we just met. How can you give away that much money to some low-life?”

You hear him sigh on the other end of the phone. “You’re obviously struggling. I was wondering what your hours are this week, perhaps we could talk about this over dinner? Or lunch, if that fits better with your schedule. I’m flexible.”

It’s a few days later, days spent questioning yourself, questioning his intentions, before you see him again, both of you deciding to meet for lunch to further discuss... whatever had just happened.

“Was what I gave you adequate to cover your rent?” Are the first words out of Shouto’s mouth after you greet each other.

“Yeah, more than enough-” You squirm. “But I need to ask.... why?”

“Why?”

“Why me.”

“Oh.” Shouto’s expression clears. “That’s easy. I told you a few days ago - I like to assist. I’m quite lonely, and it feels nice to use my money on someone other than myself. I think providing for someone brings me... I wouldn’t quite say joy, but... contentment.”

You contemplate his answer for a moment.

“Well... you saved me with my rent, I don’t really know how to thank you.”

The man leans forward. “Well.... I know it might be a bit sudden, but how would you feel accepting me as a.... benefactor of sorts?”

“You mean like a sugar daddy?” Is your immediate, blurted response. You want to slap yourself for speaking before you have the chance to think about your words, but luckily Shouto just lets out a light laugh.

“If you’d like to call it that. I’m willing to provide financial assistance for you, in exchange for companionship, if you’re willing to give it.”

Your face heats up as you drop your eyes, fidgeting nervously in your seat. “I don’t feel comfortable with a... a sexual relationshi-”

“That’s perfectly acceptable.” Shouto cuts you off before you can continue. “I wasn’t trying to insinuate a contract of that nature. I’m thinking more along the lines of accompanying me at meals, sharing experiences with me, providing company and friendship to a lonely man. If it seems that we’d like to progress further than that after we get to know each other, well, that will be addressed then. For now-” Shouto meets your eye, dipping his head a smidgeon so he can look at you directly. “All I ask for is a simple, non-intimate bond between two people.”

This is crazy.

And yet you accept.

The situation may be wild, and completely absurd, but you’d be a fool not to say yes.

Shouto is charming and handsome, respectful, courteous - you could go on and on about his positive qualities. He just seems like a sad, lonesome man swallowed by work and responsibilities, too stressed and busy to put the effort into making friends the conventional way.

-----

Months pass by.

You’re eating at every meal, sated and never going hungry. You’re able to move into a new place, one that doesn’t smell like cigarettes and sits right next to a railroad.

Clothes aren’t a worry anymore, you have your own washer and dryer in your new apartment (Shouto offered to buy you a house, or a penthouse at the least, but you couldn’t justify it to yourself). You’re able to afford new things, and pretty dresses, shoes that are comfortable and fashionable and that fit.

You no longer have to wear clothes down until they have holes in them. You’re able to go to the doctor’s when you feel sick, able to pay for health insurance.

Life is good.

Shouto is a personable man, serious, but he can be rather funny and even crude at times.

The doubt and thoughts of “Why is he doing this for me?” and “I’m not good enough for this.” plague you, but Shouto always seems to catch on, reassuring you that you’re exactly what he needs - a friend.

And you’re more than happy to be that.

You think sometimes, that even if he wasn’t paying you, you’d still like to be friends with Shouto Todoroki.

Until he starts acting weird.

“You should just stay at my place. I have more than enough room,, it’d be easier for both our schedules. We’d get to see each other more often.”

“Uhm...” You don’t really know what to say. You like your freedom, and having your own place where you can walk around in your (expensive) underwear without being bothered.

“I think it’d be nice, don’t you? We could have breakfast every morning, you wouldn’t have to worry about traveling to and fro, we could spend more time together. We don’t see each other nearly enough.”

He’s pushing, insistent. How are you supposed to tell him no? He’s paying for your entire life. Plus, it wouldn’t be that bad to actually live with him. Shouto’s an amicable man.

So you move in.

“I bought you a few things, they’re on your bed.”

Shouto’s striding into the kitchen where you’re making coffee, buttoning up his shirt as he comes closer. You’ve found that the man likes to sleep in nothing but boxers, shrieking and flushing an embarrassing shade the first time he’d come to wake you up with a sweet “welcome” breakfast in bed.

It’s taken a while to adjust, but you finally feel that you’re fully settled in.

“Oh, you really don’t ha-”

“I wanted to. I went through your closet - your clothes are nice, but your underwear seemed to be lacking.” He’s so matter-of-fact.

All you can do is stare at the back of his head.

“Could you pass me a spoon please?”

-----

Shouto had splurged on expensive, fancy lingerie.

At least eight different sets were laid out on your bed. It was overwhelming. It also felt.... a bit intrusive? They were all in your size, in a complementary color for your skin tone.

Weird.

Not as weird as the onset of Shouto’s casual touches.

You’d be reading, or drinking tea and watching cars race by on the street so far below, and Shouto would come up behind you, caress your sides before intertwining his fingers with yours on one hand. He did it as if it was a normal thing, but it felt anything but normal.

Or you’d be on the couch together, and Shouto would shuffle closer until his large body was pressed to yours, almost curled around you. The faux-cuddling was a bit more off putting. How do you tell him no?

The touches became more and more intimate, Shouto’s gifts more and more frequent until you weren’t even spending a penny, the man taking care of everything.

The arrangement was beginning to make you uncomfortable.

Shouto’s bi-colored eyes seemed to always be on you, tracing the shape of your body, watching you move, or breath, or sit. It was distracting, and you felt bad for feeling this way towards the man who’d pulled you out of poverty, but it was so unnerving.

He seemed to notice.

“You’ve been so stressed these past few days. Is something wrong?” Shouto’s rubbing a hand into your shoulder, hovering over you at the dinner table.

“No?” Is all you can manage, wiping your hands on your napkin as you finish your food.

Shouto frowns. With a sigh, his hand drops from your shoulder and the man leaves your side, heads toward the kitchen.

You clear your plate from the table, following after him so you can wash it and put it in the dishwasher before you head off to get ready for bed.

But Shouto is rummaging in a cupboard, pulling down two wine glasses to accompany the bottle of wine that’s standing proud on the island. It’s your favorite, a sweet wine that Shouto knows you like, always brings it out when he decides to drink whisky or bourbon after dinner.

He pops the cork and pours you a glass while you finish with your dishes, handing you the glass when you turn away from the sink, pressing it into your hands. “Let’s relax a little bit, it’ll be good for both of us.”

You’re fine with that, knowing that a little wine won’t hurt you, especially when it’s of such fine quality. You’d never dreamed that you’d be able to taste such richness in your lifetime, spend frivolous amounts of money on wine and fine eateries. Yet here you are.

Shouto pours himself a glass, barely a sip filling the bottom. The man raises it to his lips and takes a swig, grimacing a bit in his flat, unexpressive way. You giggle a little.

“Too sweet?’

The man nods, setting the glass back down. “I’m not entirely sure how you can stand to stomach it. But if it makes you happy-” He shrugs, before pulling on of the bar-stools out from under the island so he can sit facing you, long legs stretching out before him.

You look at him, and he looks at you, and then you take another sip of wine to avoid the awkwardness.

“You’re distancing yourself from me.”

The accusation is quiet, Shouto’s eyes focused on your fingers wrapped around the stem of the glass.

He’s always been straightforward with his words. “Is there a reason you keep drawing away?”

The wine disappears from your glass, sliding down your throat and settling in your stomach. You fill your glass again before speaking, struggling to find the right words without upsetting your... benefactor.

“Well, Shouto... I don’t really know how to...” You trail off, hoping Shouto will say something, change the subject, say it’s alright and move on to something else.

But the man stays silent, eyes appraising you.

Taking a deep breath, and another gulp of sweetness, you try again.

“Sometimes the closeness... like, physical closeness? Makes me, well, uncomfortable.”

Hopefully, that would satisfy his curiosity for now. That wasn’t the only reason you’d been avoiding Shouto seeming distant, but you didn’t think sharing the others would result in anything good.

Said man accepted your response, dropping his eyes to his lap as he mulled it over. More wine was consumed, glass re-filled. You felt nervous.

“You’re saying that my touch isn’t something you’d prefer.”

Biting your lip, you soften at his confused expression, at the hint of sadness swimming behind his eyes. “Kind of. I don’t mind you Shouto, you’re really kind, and you’re good company, and a wonderful friend. I just don’t think the.... the intimacy is for me.”

Shouto raises his head, stares at you with those pretty eyes, lips parted as he comes to terms with your words.

“It sounds like you don’t trust me. I would never hurt you, you know this.”

You scramble to assure him. “I do! I do trust you, and I know you wouldn’t.” (at least you hoped) “But I guess I just... Coming into this agreement I wasn’t ready for that type of... thing. I don’t know if I ever will be.”

The man rises, shakes his head as he steps closer to you. “Don’t worry, I remember our first conversation about that aspect. I see that for you, that type of relationship would only begin after you really cared for the other person, trusted and wanted to see them happy, am I correct?”

“Oh, Shouto-” You rush. “No, I care for you, and I trust you, and of course I want to see you happy. I think it’s just, y’know, my last relationship like that went really bad, and it sucked. I don’t want to go through that again.”

Shouto nods, understanding. “I see. You don’t have to worry about any of that with me then.”

A smile crosses your face, and you feel relived that he accepted your rejection with grace and understanding instead of violence or anger. “Thank you, it means a lot to me.”

The mood of the room shifted, from tense and uncomfortable, to easy and light, and you poured another glass of wine, laughing a little at how worried you were about the conversation with Shouto, only for it all to turn out fine.

“I’m going to go drink some of the liquor that’s kept in my room. I could mix a few drinks for you to try, you might like how sweet they are. I know hard alcohol isn’t quite your thing.”

You beam a smile, nodding your head eagerly. Before, you’d feel apprehensive about going into his room with him to drink alcohol. But with the conversation the two of you just had, you knew - things would be fine.

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The room was spinning and you felt giddy and light. You were definitely tipsy.

“You can lay down on my bed, you’re getting wobbly on your feet.” Shouto had offered, and you’d gladly accepted, flopping down onto his comfy bedspread with a laugh at how the motion made butterflies rise in your tummy.

Shouto leaned against his dresser, swirling whiskey in his glass as he watched you, a half-smile across his face. You smiled back, before closing your eyes, a little bit tired as you realized that you might be a bit more than just tipsy.

Shouto had mixed quite a few drinks for you, and you’d drank each one eagerly, impressed with how little alcohol you could taste in each one. You don’t remember how many you had, but it didn’t really matter.

The next thing you know, hands are on your waist, scooting you further up the bed so your legs no longer hang off the edge. Cracking open an eye, you’re met with the visage of red-and-white, eyes soft and warm as they regard you, Shouto’s face tinged a bit pink from the few drinks he had consumed. The man had never been too good at holding his alcohol.

When those hands started to slip beneath your shirt, you wiggled like a little worm, not really comprehending the situation. Maybe it was a dream.

Your shirt was discarded, then your pants. It felt much more comfortable now, and you mumbled a “thanks” to the man helping you settle for bed. He was so nice, Shouto took such good care of you. You still kind of couldn’t believe the turn your life had taken with him, the good luck pushed into your path.

Someone was kissing you.

With a grunt of surprise, you kissed them back, meeting their feverish pace and trying to keep up, soft lips puckering and pushing against your own with intent. Kissing felt good. You liked kissing.

Then a hand was cupping your face, stroking tenderly over your cheek before it began sliding down, down your neck, into the valley between your breasts, trailing over your bra. It felt funny.

Pushing back for air, you gasped when the hand on your chest started squeezing at you, eyes flying open with the startling, sudden sensation.

Shouto was hovering over you, lips puffy, panting as he stared at you with lusty eyes, an uncharacteristic look on his face. This... this wasn’t supposed to be like this. You knew. Hadn’t the two of you just talked about something... important? Was it important?

You didn’t feel panic until a hand cupped your sex, feeling your skin through your panties.

This wasn’t right.

Alarm bells were ringing, dull and far away, but you didn’t think that Shouto should be touching you in such a way. you should be going to bed.

“Mm, Sho, can you stop?” But your words felt funny on your tongue, and Shouto didn’t stop. Maybe he didn’t hear you.

His hair tickled your chin as the man bent to mouth at your tits, pulling the cups of your bra underneath them so he could feel your hot skin, let his saliva drag slick and wet against your chest.

Your hands instinctively rooted themselves in his hair as you gasped again, not expecting such a move, tugging lightly at his head to pull him up. Shouto just groaned, teething gently at your breasts and not moving an inch. His hips were grinding against the bed though, as he stood between your spread legs.

Before you knew it, your panties were gone, bra clumsily unclasped and discarded, and you were completely bare. Shouto was undressing before you, struggling with the buttons on his shirt before giving up, easily ripping the fabric of his body with one tug, grumbling.

You didn’t feel so tipsy anymore.

“Shouto, what’re we doing? We shouldn’t be doing this, we need to stop-”

“Stay down.” Was his firm command, a hand splayed across your naked chest and pushing you back into the mattress as you tried to sit up. It made you breathless, the growl in his voice, the dominance emanating from the man. You stayed still.

“This’s gonna make us a stronger couple.” The man slurred, eyes dark and hands wandering, effortlessly keeping you pinned against the bed as he ground his hips forward against the edge. You were getting scared.

“Wait-”

You fell silent as one hand pushed down his pants, his underwear going with them, pink cock bobbing free. He was so pretty down there, and it made sense, all of him was pretty, but you suddenly realized the weight of the situation, what was happening.

“Shouto, no, oh my god. We gotta stop right now, we’re drunk, we’re-we’re-”

“Don’t care. Not gonna let you hide away from me this time.” Shouto shook his head, taking his cock in one hand and giving it a long, slow pump, flushed tip weeping precum and wetting his hand.

“No, no, this is wrong. I don’t want this, I could get pregnant!” You cried, beginning to panic for real, pushing against the one strong hand anchoring you to the bed.

Shouto just chuckled, letting go of his cock to crowd against you, getting up in your face to press a wet finger to your lips, the salty taste of his precum threatening to slip into your mouth unless you kept it shut. “Shhh, shh. If you stay nice and still, if you do what I say, I’ll use a condom.”

You couldn’t believe your ears.

“You’re gonna listen to me, you always do.” The man nodded to himself, once again dragging his cock against the bed between your legs, as if he couldn’t stop himself. “Or else I’ll fuck you raw.” The finger was pulled from your lips, only to be wagged teasingly in your face.

You couldn’t believe how he was acting.

“Be nice.”

Shouto tapped your nose with a neatly manicured finger, before groaning as he heaved himself upright, red cock bobbing against his stomach, desperate for attention. The man gave you a look, as if to say “don’t move” before he took his hands off you, heading for his dresser.

Once you saw him pulling out a strip of condoms, you were on your feet, stumbling toward the door.

Although panic had sobered you somewhat, you were still struggling with the effects of the alcohol, so your reaction time was maddeningly slow. Slow enough that you weren’t able to truly fight against Shouto when he grabbed you from behind toned arms wrapping around your middle and heaving you into the air, only to throw you back on his bed.

You were almost sick on the bedspread, world spinning and stomach protesting, but you were able to calm yourself.

But then Shouto was on you, flipping you onto your back, a soft hand pressing against your throat threateningly.

“You want to have a baby? Want me to cum in you so you’ll get all fat with kids? Hm?” He was so intense, almost choking you, straddling your waist and keeping you pinned. It was too much

You were able to manage a tearful, desperate “No!” despite the hand around your throat, and Shouto backed off, releasing the pressure to instead stroke his hand against the sides of your neck.

“Stop acting like this, it’s the next logical step for us. You said you cared for me, wanna make me happy. This’ll make me happy. I won’t be like the last guy.”

His cock was pressed against your stomach, and you could feel it twitching. Shouto clambered off of you, letting go of your neck so he could grab the condoms he’d tossed on the bed before snatching you up.

“Do what I say and I use these.” He waved them in your face before tearing one off, beginning to open it.

You stayed still, gazing at him blearily, limbs feeling fuzzy, mind feeling the same.

The condom was rolled onto Shouto’s cock, the man spitting into his palm and giving the latex a few rubs to make it slick before reaching for you.

He dragged you to the edge of the bed - the perfect height for him to fuck you - and you didn’t fight, terrified of his threat. You couldn’t stand the thought of a baby.

(You didn’t know, but neither could he)

“Wanted to do this since I met you.” Shouto mumbled, pushing your panties to the side with a few fingers so he could guide his tip to your hole. “Want you so bad.”

You didn’t know what to think of this side of Shouto. This unreserved, uncareful, slurring mess of a man that loomed before you, gaze dark and wild, limbs everywhere as he groped and squeezed and appreciate the shape of your body.

But he must’ve gotten impatient, because then he was pushing inside.

It hurt, stinging pain rippling up your back and you keened, causing Shouto to pause. One of his hands darted down to wrap around your calf, hauling it up on the bed so he could lean forward and press it to you chest, sinking his cock a few inches deeper.

“You’re gonna take it.” He hissed before messily kissing you, pressed so close together that it was hard to breathe. “I’ll make it feel good after you do.”

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"Babe, hey babe." Your boyfriend, Chad calls out to you, as you're sitting at the kitchen table, running over over bills again and trying to figure out how the fuck you're going to try to pay everything. You worked damn hard, and barely had anything to show for it. Ever since Chad had moved in a few months ago, without an invitation, you were stressed. Everything had gone up and doubled since he hadn't left, and he also hadn't contributed anything financially towards the household. You paid for rent, utilities, groceries and you even paid when the two of you went out for dinner. Chad worked full time, but where his money was going, you had no fucking idea. He constantly went out with his 'boys' , often coming home obliterated, and just expecting you to have your legs spread open for him when he rolled in, apparently that was your duty as his girlfriend, according to him. As if not contributing and acting like a man child was such a turn on. Not to mention the countless hours he spent on your gaming console, yelling and talking to his friends, leaving you no time to play any games that you like, unless you wanted to wake up a few hours before you had to work to sneak on it. But by the time you got home from work, cleaned up the messes he made throughout the day, made yourself dinner, showered and got into your PJ'S, you were too damn tired to do anything. You knew you had to wake up the next day and do it all over again, so any sleep you got was precious.

A part of you often wondered why you were in this relationship with him. Maybe you were scared to be alone, maybe you didn't think you could do any better than him, but you stuck with him, because for some reason, you loved the guy.

"What do you want, Chad?" You sigh, walking into the living room where he's sprawled out on the couch, headset on and his match paused. "I'm trying to figure out bills, you know that thing that keeps us warm, and with light and hot water, that you said you'd help pay and haven't."

"Yeah, babe, can you go to the corner store and get those Takis, you know the ones I like? The not so spicy ones though babe, cause remember I have acid reflux, and a diet coke." He says, turning back to the screen, laughing at something said through his head phones.

You could feel the rage building up inside of you, awfully quick, and it was seeping out of you even quicker.

"Are you going to pay for said snacks?" You ask, trying to keep your voice calm.

"What?" He laughs. "Babe, no, come on. I'm broke. I don't get paid again for two weeks. You know this."

"You just got paid yesterday." You breathe through gritted teeth. "Where the hell did all your money go?" You ask, your hands balled into fists.

"You know babe, I had the fantasy football league entry, plus I owed Kyle money for the keg bomber last weekend, and I took the boys out for supper yesterday. Shit adds up." He says, never looking at you, only focusing on the game.

"And that's my problem, why exactly? Why is it always on me just because you're not financially stable. Grow up, you're 35 for christ sakes!" You yell. You stomp to the kitchen, grabbing your purse and slipping on your shoes before heading back into the living room.

"Yeah, she's got her shoes and purse." He laughs. "She's definitely going to get my stuff."

"You know what Chad? I'm definitely not going to get your snacks, get your own fucking snacks, Chaaad. I'm going for a drink, with my own goddamn money." You spit, storming out of the house.

You're wandering down the street, like you had been for the last thirty five minutes, and finally you found somewhere that looked decent enough. You walk in, and the lights are on very low, the place is almost dark, had it not been for the red lights swinging above tables, or the string of red lights wrapping around the ceiling. Your eyes wander the open floor of seating as a soft beat vibrates through the building. Every person in here who was sitting with someone was leaning closely to that person, seemingly having an intense conversation. The vibes felt dark and eerie, but you welcomed it, you enjoyed it instead of being around Chad's fuck boy mentality. You walk towards the bar, sliding onto one of the empty bar stools and setting your purse on your lap. Your eyes were looking down when you felt a presence standing in front of you. You look up and see quite possibly the most beautiful man you have ever seen.

"What can I get for you?" He asks, his voice is deep, yet so smooth and calming.

"Double vodka and coke please, and for the love of god, keep them coming." You sigh. After your comment you see the slightest hint of a smile appear on his lips, disappearing even quicker than it came.

"Bad day?" He asks, beginning to pour your drink.

"Bad relationship." You groan. He nods his head as he slides your drink towards you.

"Wanna talk about it?" He asks, leaning on the bar with his chin resting on his hands as he waits for you to speak. You look into his eyes, and they're so warm and mesmerizing, you felt safe and secure, like you could tell him anything. Which is exactly what you did.

"What's your name?" You ask.

"Hongjoong." He replies. "You?"

"Y/N."

"Okay Y/N, what's bothering you?"

"My boyfriend, we've been together for just over a year, and well.. he's something, and not the good something like people usually say. He moved in with me, without even asking me if I wanted to, and I just kind of accepted it. He doesn't pay anything, no bills, rent, groceries, nothing. It's all on me, even though he does work full time. He forgot my birthday, went out and got absolutely plastered with his 'boys'. On Valentine's Day, he took me out for dinner, and can you guess who was there?" You ask.

"His boys?" He answered.

"You sir, are correct. I was ignored the entire evening, and then he and his boys left, I ended up paying the bill, and I had to uber home because he had driven us there. Not to mention the fact that he assumes I'm just there for his pleasure, expecting me to be spread eagle for him whenever he decides to show up." You finish, chugging your drink as you try not to gag on the strong taste of vodka.

"Why are you with him then? He doesn't sound like he contributes to the relationship at all, so why do you stay?" He asks.

'Honestly, I'm not entirely sure." You answer as he slides another drink in front of you.

"Now that's a bullshit excuse." He replies. "There's a reason that you clearly don't want to admit."

"Do you ever smile?" You ask him.

"No." He answers. "Now, why won't you leave him?"

"Because it's safe, I guess? I don't know if I can do any better than him." You shrug.

"Y/N, you have no idea how much better you could do." He says.

From the moment Hongjoong had a whiff of the scent that was coming into his bar, he knew that it was the scent of the one. He intensely watched the door, waiting for the one it belonged too to walk through the door. As soon as you did, it was almost as though his heart could have started beating once again, the ice cold blood that ran through his body could have turned warm just by the sight of you. He isn't sure what it is about you, but he had always been told that he would know when he found the one, and having been alive for over a century, he had just assumed that it wasn't in the cards for him, and now he knows why. Because all his life he had been waiting for you. The person that he would do anything for, the person that he would be anything for had finally walked into his life, and for once he felt an ounce of hope, until, you had mentioned the filthy human you were in a relationship with, not to mention one that treated you like absolute garage, and you had assumed that no one better would love you, but shit were you ever wrong. He was standing right in front of you, and though you had just met him, he loved you with everything he had and would do anything and everything to protect you.

"I appreciate your advice, Hongjoong, but it's getting late and I have to work tomorrow." You sigh. "How much do I owe you?" You ask, grabbing your card from your wallet.

"It's on me." He tells you, grabbing your empty glass.

"Well thank you." You smile. "It was nice meeting you." You tell him as you slide off the stool.

"You too." He says, watching you walk away from him.

That night when you got home, you couldn't get Hongjoong off your mind, a smile spread across your face as you walked through your front door, and headed into the living room, then it instantly dropped. Chad had not moved from the spot you had previously left him in a few hours ago. "Oh, babe." He says, sucking the cheeto dust from his fingers. "Kyle brought me some snacks, since you threw a huge temper tantrum about my snacks, you can just venmo or cash app him, k?" He says, going back to playing his game.

You went to bed that night, dreaming of one man, who was not your man.

Over the next few weeks, you had absolutely no desire to be at home. So you headed to the bar that Hongjoong worked at, everyday after work for a drink, or two, or four. In those weeks the two of you spent an ample amount of time getting to know each other, you were sure he knew you better than Chad ever did. You didn't want to see Chad, you didn't want to be near him and it was bad enough that he constantly texted you throughout the day, sending you lists of things to buy from the grocery store, as if he wasn't able to do it himself. But much to your surprise, he didn't text you when you never came home with his snacks, he didn't check in with you throughout the day, and honestly it no longer bothered you.

You felt your feelings for Hongjoong deepen with every encounter the two of you had, every time you saw him it was like nothing you had ever felt with Chad, your emotions were amplified around Hongjoong and you weren't sure how much longer you could keep them hidden.

"One more." You tell Hongjoong, as you set down your fourth glass.

You can tell he wants to smile, but he's too good at controlling his emotions. "You've had enough, I'm cutting you off." He tells you.

You pout, trying to give him your best puppy dog eyes, but absolutely nothing got to the man and it was frustrating as fuck.

"A bad storm is coming, you should probably get home." He tells you, drying off some glasses.

"I don't want to go home, he's there." You scoff, just thinking about Chad made you want to vomit. "I guess I could just get a motel room, at that place across the street." You say, pointing over to the run down motel, that had flickering lights, and probably a rat and cockroach infestation.

"You will do no such thing." Hongjoong replies. "You can stay at my place." He says. "Give me a minute." He walks from around the bar, towards the back of the building, and you can't help but to turn in your stool and watch him walk away, damn he looks good.

Within seconds he's back, grabbing your bag and scooping you up into his arms as he effortlessly carries you out the door.

"I can walk." You object.

"I know." He says, his face stone cold.

"You're very pale." You tell him, as if he didn't know.

"I know." He replies, unlocking the door to his car.

"And you're very cold." You say.

He sighs. "I know." He finishes as he slides you into the passenger seat of his car.

As soon as he started his car, the rain began pouring as thunder and lightning jolted the sky.

"You were right, there's a storm." You say, watching out your window.

"I know." He replies, this time it sounded different. You turned to look at him, hoping you'd catch him smiling but no such luck.

He continues driving, taking you out into the middle of nowhere, out of city limits, this was it, this was probably when you died. You panicked slightly but you felt it in your entire body that he was not going to murder you, at least not that night.

Hongjoong pulls up to a gate, punching in a few numbers to open the gate, which just blocked off a winding road. You squinted as you tried to see where you were going but it was far too dark for you to see anything, until you pulled up to a beautiful mid-century mansion that made your mouth drop. It was absolutely stunning and you couldn't believe that he lived there.

"Seriously? This is where you live?" You say.

"MY family, but yeah." He answers, parking the car near the entrance.

He hops out of his seat, walking towards your side to open the door for you, pulling you inside before you get too wet. He dragged you up a large flight of stairs, not letting you admire the inside of his house. He put you inside a large room, with a large bed and a bathroom ensuite. "There's towels if you want to shower, I'll be back in a bit to check on you." He says, avoiding all eye contact before walking out of the room.

You let out a deep breath as you take off your heels, unbutton your pants and unhook your bra, placing it all next to the bed. You sit down on the bed in your underwear and t-shirt, wondering what to do, until your phone rings.

Looking at the caller ID, you didn't want to answer it, but you felt it would be unfair for you to do so.

"Hello?" You answer.

"Hey babe, it's me.. it's Chad." He says.

"I know who it is." You sigh.

"Look.. I know you've been terrible, oh, wait, I mean I've been terrible in our relationship lately but I want to make almonds." He says. "No idiot, it's amends." You hear from the background.

"Are you kidding me right now? Do you seriously have Brad over to help you?" You yell.

"Well yeah, he noticed that we were drifting apart and offered to help me get you back." Chad explains.

You get up off the bed, pacing on the hardwood floors as you tried to process what he just said to you.

"The fact that you didn't even notice that we were drifting apart is all that I need to hear. You know what, Chad? I'm done. I'm done with this relationship, I'm done with you. Just get out of my apartment, I'm over it." You yell, hanging up the phone.

You stand there, taking deep breaths as you replay the conversation you just had, he didn't even care enough to notice that you'd been pulling away. That kind of hurt, but then again it was Chad. He was never very perceptive.

A knock at the door before it suddenly opens, reveals Hongjoong, walking into the room. He tried to play it cool with the fact that you were practically naked in front of it.

"I heard yelling. You okay?" He asks as lightning strikes, causing the power to flicker.

"Chad called, he had his friend Brad over to feed him lines because Brad noticed we were drifting apart." You explain. "But I did it. I ended things." You proudly admit.

"Good for you." He says, staring at you, while you stare back at him. A crack of thunder hits loudly, making you jump, and within seconds Hongjoong's arms are wrapped around you, like he was protecting you. You look at him and he looks at you, and before you can tell yourself not to, your lips are pressed against him, and he is kissing you back.

The kiss turns passionate and needy in seconds, both of your desires for one another coming out without any control. He moves you both to the bed, laying you down as he hovers over you, his strong arms keeping him above you. You wrap your arms and legs around him, pulling his body closer to yours, feeling him near was all you'd wanted. His ice cold fingers touch your stomach as he begins to lift your shirt up, you can feel his cock slowly becoming harder. You begin lifting his shirt, when his phone rings. He stands up, whispering an apology before answering his phone, barely speaking any words.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N. I have some things to take care of." He says.

"Oh, yeah, no problem." You say, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Get some sleep." He tells you before walking out of the bedroom door, leaving you alone once again.

You tried to fight the exhaustion you felt, but it was far too hard. You got snuggled underneath the blankets, watching the door, hoping he would come back but your eyelids got too heavy for you to keep open, and you swiftly drifted off to sleep, finally feeling some peace.

The warm sun was shining into the room, waking you up. You let out a little stretch before opening your eyes, only to see five men standing around you. You sit up, moving to the wall, as these men stare at you. You looked at them all, and they all looked similar to Hongjoong. Pale skin, dark eyes, dark head, blood red lips.

"Who are you?" One of them asks.

"Y/N." You whisper.

Another one speaks up, looking at the other four men. "Who the fuck brought a human home?"

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