#It���s no secret that the workplace can be an intense place to be

[chlorinecake]

i need (politely) more fics like the one with wonbin where they fuck while being high, yk? with whoever you want, i’m down for everything. i need it for my soul and for my well being LOVE U CHLOE

grapefruit diet | s. es

𓂋 stoner boyfriend!eunseok x fem!reader, body image themes, pda, some car action (ykyk), giggly high sex with a mix of praise and body worship, lots of kissing and swearing as always, 3.7k wc

author’s note 𓂋 this is part of my unofficial Euphoria x Riize series where each member is assigned a song from the show and a stoner trope, so feel free to comment who you’d like to see next!

“BABE, WE JUST bought a two-pound bag of grapefruits last week… there’s no way you’re out of ‘em already,” Eunseok said from behind you, voice low and a bit gravelly from his lengthy smoke session earlier.

You could never smell the herb in his clothes, but it usually lingered in his breath for a bit, making you crave a few blows yourself just from kissing him.

Cravings… the word meddled in your mind for a moment until you realized Eunseok was still waiting on your reply.

“I’ve been having one for every meal, though, so I’ll need more for next week…” you replied, sentence coming out more like a mumble towards the end as you leaned down to examine the fruit before you, trying to find the perfect bag.

Perfectionism… another word you aspired to mirror someday, despite how much it pained you.

“Are you on some sort of diet I should know about?”

It’s no secret that you struggle with body image from time to time, and Eunseok’s always been concerned for your health, taking mental notes and observations on both your behavioral and physical changes.

He’d never say anything to your face, though.

He’s respectful enough to keep his thoughts concerning you to himself...

“One you should know about? Not exactly… but I’m sure you’ll be pleased with the results if I stay on tract this time…” you smiled softly, tossing the bag of grapefruit in the shopping cart and taking a few steps away.

The sound of the basket’s slightly rusted wheel’s squeaked behind you as Eunseok followed your short path.

“I won’t say anything against your choice because I trust you’ll be careful, but just know that I’m in love with you either way, ____.”

You suddenly went quiet on him, feeling your breathing pattern change from his choice of words.

Trust… Careful… Love...

“Either wayyy, alright?” He pressed, looking into your eyes for confirmation before giving your shoulder a playful shake and placing a tender kiss on the corner of your mouth.

“I’m in love with you too, baby,” you said, wiping his kiss off with your thumb and dragging it across his lower lip, eyes meeting his intensely, “sort of.”

“Cute,” Eunseok smiled, pretty teeth coming into view with his laughter before he gripped the shopping cart handle and tilted his head at you, “Now get in, will ya?”

Letting out a sigh and playfully rolling your eyes, you climbed into the shopping basket, sitting against the back end so you could face him as he pushed you around the grocery aisles.

You two were always that one couple who proudly displayed affection for each other in public.

Whether that be with his hand tucked into your back jean pocket while strolling through the library, or baby-talking to each other while hugging outside his workplace, you two had to be touching... one way or another.

And these clingy tendencies were only amplified whenever you two were buzzed...

Your fingers grazed over his knuckles as he pushed the basket, peppering them with kisses as he looked down at you, moving the hand that wasn't occupied by your lips to pat your head slightly.

“Want anything else before we go? You know how we can sometimes get the munchies after smoking,” Eunseok started, eyes now scanning over the aisle signs as he continued walking at a steady pace.

Humming tiredly at his proposal, you thought in your mind how badly you'd been wanting to sink your teeth into something that wasn't another bitter grapefruit or the flesh of Eunseok's wrist while cuddling in bed.

But you were so proud of yourself for staying committed to your diet over the past week... you don't get why you decided to smoke with him earlier, knowing that it'd only make it harder for you to control your now salivating tongue.

“Ranch-style chicken sub with bacon, lettuce, and tomato,” your boyfriend read from the label of a tightly wrapped deli item, “looks good to me.”

“You know I won’t eat all of that, Eunseok,” you replied, hands now sitting in your lap as you fidgeted with your chipped nail polish.

Why was he even tempting you right now?

He knows how important it is to you to stay in shape-

“Then we'll split it... and if I'm still hungry, I'll eat whatever you leave behind,” he said, interrupting your thoughts while grabbing a bag of Cheetoes from the nearby chip rack, “deal?”

Your stomach grumbled, the pain in your head started to throb and you couldn't tell if it was because of the weed or your hunger.

Reaching from the basket, you gently took the wrapped sub from his grasp, turning it over to analyze the nutritional facts label, reading 560 calories, 24g fat, 51g carbs, and 38g protein.

It was definitely a lot more calorie-dense than the usual half a grapefruit you ate for lunch every day, but it would definitely stop you from feeling nauseous right now.

Besides, you knew he wouldn't let you say no, and he was nice enough to agree to split it instead of buying you a whole one, “Fine.”

SITTING IN THE passenger seat of Eunseok's car, he passed you a water bottle to help wash your food down, happy in your heart that you decided to go ahead and eat with him even though he bought a whole sub for himself yet still ate the rest of what you didn’t want like he promised.

You were now just a few minutes from home, a Dean song playing faintly in the background as you couldn't get over how hot your boyfriend looked while driving.

“You're staring at me,” he started, eyes training on the road ahead as the red light switched to green, “why?”

“Because we decided to smoke pot together instead of fucking like we really wanted to,” you answered shamelessly, feeling warm in your stomach now that you'd actually said it.

“Just got your energy back, and you're already thinking of ways to use it all up again,” he replied, driving with only one hand on the steering wheel as he relaxed into a manspreading position in his seat, knowing that it'd only drive you crazy.

You couldn't believe this guy, not sure if his comment was one of rejection or an invitation, but you just took it as the later.

Looking in the glove department, you pulled out a sleek box mod, only to put it back once you noticed it wasn't fully charged.

You instead reached for the fresh blunt that was stuffed in your bra from earlier, heating it with your hot pink pocket lighter before guiding it to your lips and giving it an inhale.

“What's the point of saving energy anyway if we're just gonna be boring with it?,” you offered, watching him glance at you through the corner of his eye before you guided the blunt to his lips as he kept driving.

Gently holding his face in place, you let him inhale a puff of his own, cloudy smoke swiveling in pretty shapes around you both before dissolving in the air around his lips.

“Thanks, princess,” he said in a now low voice, the sound of the ignition ascending over the music as he sped along the highway, “now sit back down and put your seatbelt on…”

There he goes again… telling you what to do like he always did.

Leaning away from him, you sat back down properly this time, reaching for your seatbelt and fastening it with a subtle click, “You’re bossy as hell, y’know that?”

“Yup. And disobeying me seems to be a great motivator for you,” he went on, letting out a breath as he felt your eyes on his lap, your hands creeping closer to him, “don’t touch me while I’m driving.”

“I was only looking—”

“I’m serious, ____,” he interrupted your sentence, voice sounding like a mix of strained and stern emotions.

You watched his Adam’s apple bob in his throat with a swallow… he always had a habit of doing that whenever he was turned on…

Your dry lips met the joint once again, letting it's fumes fill your chest with another fast-inducing hit of whatever psychedelic mix Eunseok initially rolled it with a few hours ago.

With this, you decided to take your chance, creeping a finger up his thigh closest to you and letting your hand massage into his bulge.

The car suddenly jolted forward, his foot having slammed on the breaks at your actions, “Are you out of your mind?!”

“Maybe a little,” you replied seductively, now unbuckling his belt and zipping down his pants, “just keep your eyes on the road and let me please you…”

He let out a sigh at your words, followed by a hiss as your hand returned to stroking him through his boxers, a small smile poking at the corner of your lips at the feeling of him hardening beneath your touch.

His free hand took to blunt from your idle grasp, giving it another long puff before placing it down to sizzle out on the dashboard.

“Fine… but since you really wanna play that game, don’t keep me waiting,” he said with a heavy voice, hand finding your head in an almost petting manner as you leaned over the seat, face hovering over where he wanted you most.

But you had no intention of using your mouth for him, wanting to make him crave you even more to the point where he’d have no other choice but to fuck you once you two got home…

By now, the music in the background was drowned out by the sound of faint groans thrumming from his mouth, eyes falling lazy as it became harder for him to concentrate on the road with the way you were stroking him.

You let a wad of spit dribble from your lips and onto his tip, his dick twitching a bit in your hand at the sudden feeling.

“Fuck,” he groaned with a raspy voice as your grip around him intensified with your speed, “your hands are so cold…”

You almost couldn’t hide the giggle that came out of you at his words, “Well I’m not using my mouth, so get over it…”

“Why not, pretty? Don’t feel like swallowing?,” he teased, gripping a handful of your hair and forcing you to look up at him, a weak whine stuck in your dry throat.

“It’s not that,” you whispered weakly, dragging out the strokes of your hand around his dick while looking into his glossy eyes, “I just know that you won’t kiss me afterwards if I suck you off...”

He let out an amused snicker, his next sentence being broken off by the feeling of your spit coating his tip once again.

As good as your hand felt wrapped around him right now, he couldn’t help but crave the warmth of your pussy, slamming his foot on the gas to get you both home sooner.

Besides, he’d had enough of your teasing, and it was only getting harder for him to hold back the longer he sat there, hands bound either to the steering wheel or the nape of your neck.

So lost in the pleasure, you're not sure if he even noticed it when your free hand slipped between your legs, teasing the throbbing ache growing at your core.

It didn't take long for you two to arrive, Eunseok trying his best to still park the car in the driveway neatly, despite how he'd just did pot a few minutes ago with your needy hands never ceasing to pump him...

He gave you a non-verbal cue to stop touching him by gently guiding your shoulder away from him.

He fought his hardest to hide the way his thighs were trembling, even though it was obvious all over his flushed face how needy you were making him feel.

You crawled even closer to him, letting the weight of your hand push into his thigh as you braced yourself to meet his lips in a desperate kiss, “I'm so nice for not making you cum all in your pants, huh?”

“Not like you wouldn't have cleaned me up anyways,” he replied with almost mumbled words, the mix of weed and lust in his system right now making him feel dizzy.

That's when you saw his hand reach into the glove department, pulling out a pack of baby wipes and handing you one, “For your hand...”

It was funny how meticulous he could be with staying neat sometimes. Almost as meticulous as you could be when it came to your appearance.

“My hand's are fine, Eunseok, I just jerked you off,” you said, holding the wipe in your palm until he took your hand by the wrist, wiping each individual finger for you.

“The other hand, please,” he continued, your arm obediently giving him your hand to wipe the slick spread all over your fingers, “can't believe you couldn't wait for me to please you, ____... did your pathetic little fingers feel any good?”

“Not as good as yours,” you smirked, crawling backwards and out of the car, both of your movements rushed yet lazy as you made it to the front door together, wrapping yourself around your boyfriend's arm.

“Just try not to fall over because I'm not sure I'll be able to catch you right now,” he teased, twisting the front door knob with one hand as his tingly arm tried bracing you with the other.

Neither of you are sure if it was the free slick meddling between both your legs or the burnt weed coursing through your bloodstream making you feel more dizzy.

Eunseok gave the house a quick scan in his mind as he tried contemplating on the safest place for you high fools to have a quick fuck, his head tilting toward the ceiling with closed eyes.

He could hear you lock the front door from behind him, humming at the proceeding feeling of you sliding his jacket from his shoulders and hanging it on the wall rack.

“God, you're in such a hurry today, baby, gimme a sec,” he chuckled, watching as you started to work on taking his belt off, using the buckle to hold him in place as your lips met his.

Thirsty, yet somehow sloppily.

“You've kept me waiting long enough already,” you exhaled breathlessly, palming him through his jeans as you felt his teeth barely snug at your lower lip, his cold grip finding your warm waist.

“Just settle down, mhm?” he growled lowly with a sly look on his sharp feature, “daddy's gonna take good care of you...”

You rolled your eyes at his words, playfully smacking him on the chest before your scoffs turned into yelps, his arms lifting you from the ground and wrapping your legs around him.

“Eun- Eunseok, you kinky bastard, r-release me!,” you squirmed, watching over his shoulder as you suddenly made it from the front door to your shared bedroom.

He plopped you on the mattress, letting out one of the most attractive sighs you'd ever heard before guiding your hands back to his belt buckle.

“Finish taking it off for me, and I might forgive you for calling me a name...”

You looked at him with baby-doll eyes, which were painfully stained a light shade of red from the weed you smoked earlier, “Sorry,” you said sarcastically softly, leaning forward to free the leather belt from his hips with your hands, “You know I was only messing with you... daddy...”

All he did was stroke your hair in response, the shadow of a smile on his face at your sense of humor.

In a strange way, your playful demeanor only turned him on even more, and he simply couldn't get over how pretty you looked from this angle.

Hair slightly disheveled, your once sharp black eyeliner smudged into a grey blur over your eyelids, and your lips a bit more plush than usual from his teeth nipping at them...

What Eunseok was feeling right now was different from any craving he'd ever felt before... a yearning he'd only ever felt for you.

The same word that meddled relentlessly in the back of your mind, stacked at the very top of your own impossible standards for yourself was the very word on the tip of his tongue right now...

Perfection.

And you were just that in every sense of the word.

The space between you two was warm right now, the mere clothes on your back feeling a bit excessive as your hearts continued to race, despite your minds being still as stone.

“You're absolutely gorgeous,” your boyfriend nearly blurted out, making your hands halt as his sudden words.

“Stop it, Eunseok...,” your voice fell gently to an almost inaudible whisper, gaze falling down to the ground only for his loving hand to guide your chin back up to face him.

“Stop what, darling?”

You let out a breath, struggling to keep eye contact as you started to feel embarrassed, “...Trying to make me feel better about myself...”

“Baby,” he started with a sigh, sitting down beside you on the bed and stroking your slouched shoulder, “these aren't just empty words of mine... you seriously are the most beautiful girl in the world to me, and I wish you could see that, ____...”

It was almost enough to make you cry once he slowly slide you hoodie off and started peppering kisses from your wrist and up to your collarbone.

“I wish I could see that, too,” you admitted, finding comfort in the way his lips made love to you, even at the seemingly neglected areas like behind your ear, where he happily nibbled in his fit of praise.

“Then allow me to remind you how beautiful you are to me,” he whispered, turning your face to his as he finally met your lips again in a sweet embrace, which soon escalated as his tongue went to tangle with yours.

“My needy girl,” he smiled after pulling down your jeans single-handedly, his straight fingers sliding over the paper-thin panties you wore, evidently soaked with yoru slick from how long you'd been waiting for this, “you're honestly the prettiest when the only thought on your mind is my cock...”

“Wanna bet I'd look even prettier once you're actually inside me?,” you asked teasingly, not even realizing that you were slowly rutting against his fingers as he slid them over your folds.

“Oh? And where has this sudden confidence come from?”

You bunched up a bit of his shirt in your fists before pulling him back close to you, feeling even more hungry for the sensation of his mouth against yours.

“Maybe because I'm finally getting what I want,” you answered, just as a weak moan cracked from your throat when he angled your head up by the jaw with his hand, kissing down your neck desperately.

He really didn't have any more time to waste, and it only benefited his stamina even more now that the effects of the weed were starting to settle in for him...

Not fully kick in, but settle...

His warmth left your body for a moment as he stood up to take off his shirt before leaning back down, his hands groping one of your tits as he shimmied his pants the rest of the way down with his free hand, the under-side of his tongue salivating at the sight of your erect nipples.

“How blank is your mind right now?” He asked, letting his shaft slap on your clit as he slid it down to poke at your entrance.

“Just foggy,” you said with a dry swallow, feeling yourself grow even more dumb with lust as he teased your hole with just the tip.

He hummed at your words, barely thrusting his head in before your legs started to shake, “Well you can trust that I'll be careful with you unless you want me to go harder... Is that a deal, love?”

Trust… Careful… Love...

The last word you remember saying was a cheeky “Deal” in return before he pushed himself all the way in, thrusting through your tightness as you eventually warmed up to his size.

Needless to say, a bit of the herbal effects still lingered in your system as he kept rutting into your heat as if half of his mind wasn't wandering on cloud 9 right now.

His eyes blinked with flutters before sealing shut with a hum at the feeling of your walls clenching around him, waves of pleasure bouncing through both your bodies as his sweaty forehead came into contact with yours, his thrusts only getting faster and faster.

Not in a rough way, but with passion.

That was up until you kept arching your back off of the mattress, his strong hand having to push you down so he could fuck into you properly.

You always liked it whenever you two fucked after smoking... the way he'd kiss you all hot and heavy while murmuring the dirtiest of things into the crook of your neck, and the way he'd look into your eyes while high on two different chemicals, wanting nothing more but to bring you over the edge with him and fall into each other's pleasure.

“Fuck, baby, you're doing so good for me- shit, feels so good, princess,” he panted on top of you, his own mind starting to mirror the fog meddling in yours, especially with the way your tits were bouncing right now.

Your body and of course everything else about you was quite literally like a wet dream to him, and if he had the choice, he'd never wanna wake up from it.

By now though, he could tell that you were way into it just from the way your breath wobbled like it waswalking along a tightrope, incoherent whimpers of yes, please, and mmm's bouncing off the bedroom walls.

He felt his hips stutter just as a loud curse escaped his mouth, his slimy thickness pulling out of you as spurts of his cum coated your throbbing pussy, feeling especially warm against your sweaty skin.

Everything in his body wanted to fuck his release back into you, but he knew it was best not to, especially with the way your body was contracting from your orgasm.

He leaned down for the last time to leave tender kisses all over your chest and face, whispering sweet I love you's into the sensual air flowing between you.

He gave both of your tired muscles a moment to calm down before rolling on his back, your chests still heaving as little sighs passed through your swollen lips, the taste of each other pretty evident on both your tongues.

“Was that worth the wait, baby?” He asked first, an obvious smile on his face once he saw you get up in his peripheral vision, legs still wobbly as you crawled over to straddle him, twitching from how sensitive you felt right now.

“Almost... but it definitely could've lasted a bit longer,” you teased, letting your hands roam over his toned abs as you slowly rocked your hips against him, letting your core coat him all over again with your wetness.

You felt his touch travel from your goosebump-stained thighs and all the way up to your lower back, where he guided you to let him back inside.

Both of your energy levels were near completely spent right now, and that was just from your first round taking him.

Even so, if there's one thing about you two as a couple, it's that your clingy tendencies only heighten whenever you're buzzed, and with the look on your faces in this moment, he didn't plan on putting that fact to rest.

“I suppose another round wouldn't hurt,” he smirked, watching as you slid down his length while biting your lip, more than ready to use the last of your energy to ride out another high...

As the narrator, I would love to end the story here, but in favor of the over-thinkers, I should clarify that you and Eunseok ended up forgetting the grapefruits in his car trunk by accident...

Not that either of you cared, though... with the way your night ended, it was totally worth the wasted three dollars and some change on a bag of bitter fruit and future hunger-pains...

🛒 personal note to the original anon: Hopefully this fic did your soul some justice :'] and TYSM for requesting this!! Apologies for taking so long to get to your ask, but either way, I think it's super sweet how much you enjoy my stoner!tropes, and I look forward to writing more for you in the near future ~

🛒 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ( 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 ) @squoxle @wonbinisbabygurl @ashgonedash @yourmomscuntis2tighy @addictedtohobi @ot7sevenlvr + the link to my riize master list ! ! !

[animeyanderelover]

Can I request J, K, R and X for the Heiwajima brothers and Izaya please ?

Sure, sweetheart.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, stalking, bribery, blackmail, violence, manipulation

Yandere Alphabet

Orihara Izaya

Jealousy-Do they get jealous fast? How do they act?

📱Izaya acts like a cocky and arrogant jerk most of the time, treats people around him like toys whenever he feels like it. Surely someone like that wouldn't feel jealous and insecure about your closeness with others, right? You see, sweetheart, that's where you're wrong. After years of closing his heart off to anyone else, Izaya has started embracing the, albeit twisted, affection and love he holds for you. It's a rare thing for him to do but he can't prevent it from happening and harboring such emotions for you manages to make him more vulnerable. He starts becoming prone to jealousy as the sight of his darling trusting someone so easily and being so carefree around others has his blood boiling. He wants that too, thosw warm gazes and the affection you so willingly give others.

📱There's something scary about it all though. Izaya has rarely been someone to feel vulnerable and lonely and occasionally the sheer intensity of his emotions and his longing frighten him. There's a certain paranoia that someone will take advantage if they'd ever know so Izaya never exposes any weaknesses, not even to you most of the time. He won't let you gain the impression that he actually is insecure and jealous nor anyone else. A mischievous grin is instead on his face when he approaches you and your companion, his tone mocking as he starts verbally bullying them. He relishes in the way they start to feel uneasy around him as he continues with the mean assault of insults. When you aren't listening, he might even whisper to them a secret no one else is supposed to know. Izaya does of course, he needs to know about the people around you after all.

Kidnap-When and why would they kidnap their darling? How much would they plan ahead?

📱Izaya isn't too excited about the idea of locking his s/o away permanently. That could stun you and limit all those adorable reactions you give in different scenarios and Izaya is someone who happily observes you in your daily life. That doesn't mean by a long shot that you're free as Izaya monitors every step you take and every acquaintance you make. He influences your life, wants to receive your trust by messing with your social contacts a bit. He keeps a firm grip on you, just not quite enough for you to suspect anything or to destroy you too much. He's a certified troublemaker though, stirs things up in the city and sometimes he even drags you a bit inside the chaos. He removes you from the field the moment it gets too dangerous though since he doesn't want you to get hurt because of him. That's only temporary isolation though. A more permanent stay is in the moment you think you can just leave him and don't believe that you need him. After invading his heart, he won't ever let you go.

📱Izaya is always scheming and planning something so kidnapping his s/o won't be any different from that. At tha point he basically has already all information about you, knows your background, your workplace and the way you function in your life. Your absence can be easily excused in some way too, the possibilities for Izaya with all of his connections are almost limitless. He most likely invites you over to his office, prepares some special tea for you and then just waits for you to arrive. You have not even a single clue up until you're about to lose consciousness and Izaya admits that he'll have to keep you for a while. You don't have to worry. He already took care of al trivial matters like your job. An abduction is never going to last forever, only long enough until whatever he stirred up has ended or until he thinks that you've learned that you will always need him in some way. When you walk out of the place he's kept you though, you've come to realize that you'll never be free from him again.

Race-How fast would it take for them to grow toxic feelings? How do they realize?

📱Izaya is always interested in the things happening around him and the people in the city. When something catches his interest, he tends to focus very intently on whatever has grabbed his curiosity. His darling is no exclusion from all of that as Izaya finds them just interesting in the beginning, wants to find out a bit more about them and observe. Only long enough until he turns his attention somewhere else. He's not a man who trusts someone easily just as much as no one really trusts him. It takes time until his feelings change from a mere slightly obsessed curiosity into an obsessed attraction. His love to observe and try to predict your reactions never fades of course but you become something more than the average entertaining person to him.

📱The first signs for Izaya would be the concerned and worried thoughts he tends to have when there's some sort of uproar in the city. Not because you're a pawn he needs for later but because he's genuinely worried about your wellbeing. Izaya starts realizing that he can't control and sometimes even predict his own behavior when he's around you, takes notice how his heart speeds up and how he blurs everything out at times and just stares at you. That has never happened to him before and this sudden change unnerves him. What have you done with him? He knows the answer deep down already but rejects the inner confession because he's a bit afraid. He hurts others but doesn't want to get hurt himself, fears that love might hurt him. It's going to be his either possessive and jealous side that leads him to accepting his feelings or a scenario where you do something for him despite knowing that he's an asshole. No one has ever done something kind for him and he'd be quite shocked about it.

Xoanon-How much do they worship their darling?

📱The acceptance of his feelings means at the same time his tenacity to become an integral part of your life. He's never minded the lack of trust others have in him or how he doesn't have even one genuine bond with someone. Your existence turns his whole philosophy around though and suddenly he starts to feel lonely without you. Izaya wants his darling, wants their love and affection but it's all done because of his own selfish desires. He takes what has always been lacking in his life and what you made him aware of. Be aware that he'll establish himself as the dominant part in the relationship too, establish his control over you. Izaya probably does see himself as superior too or at least wants you to know that he's above you, especially with consideration of his power and skills. He's not afraid to bribe and blackmail you either, after all he knows you best.

Heiwajima Shizuo

Jealousy-Do they get jealous fast? How do they act?

🚬Shizuo is prone to a bad case of raging jealousy even though he knows he shouldn't. His temper is short as it is already and when he's angry, his body automatically responds almost all the time with violence. He tries so hard to regulate his jealousy and temper somehow but he fails about 90% of the time. No matter how hard he tries, he just can't help it. His obsession only worsens his already very fierce temper as it is. His darling is just so precious and he loves them so much, he's scared to lose them too because of his strength and known reputation for being violent and dangerous. His possessive and his protective side make him more sensitive. Funnily enough a lot of people avoid you simply because he's right next to you, surprisingly silent as long as no one irks him.

🚬At first there is this scowl on his face as he watches how that person is talking with you. Considering his height, his overall very intimidating demeanor and his reputation, that's already enough to scare someone. The way he glares down at someone only worsens their fear. The scariest experience one can have is if they dare to throw as much as one suggestive look or one flirty comment your way in which case Shizuo loses it. He starts to angrily shout at the person what they think they're doing with his s/o, grabs them most of the time by their collar and lifts them up with ease. His darling has to always stop him from his outbursts before he hurts someone or damages things around him. It has most likely already happened that he sent someone flying though. After his fit of jealousy he's probably too ashamed to let you see him though as guilt for not being able to control himself consume him.

Kidnap-When and why would they kidnap their darling? How much would they plan ahead?

🚬Shizuo is of his own actions probably more aware than some others, he was alienated thanks to his strength after all. He hates violence and by extent sometimes himself for his inability to suppress his emotions. Despite his violent side, he also has a very strong sense of honor. He never considers and abduction and if he would, he would probably think of it as a very low thing to do. That aside though, I see him as someone who would tip over into a more delusional area if you would ever be endangered and he wouldn't be able to help you. A relationship with him would be even semi-normal, his terrible outbursts put aside that is. He'd kidnap his s/o based on emotions such as paranoia, fear and probably even possessiveness, in short when something triggers him. That could be you being in severe danger and you seeing him as the monster he is always afraid you'll see him as.

🚬It's known that this man acts on his emotions which can be very intense and strong, especially since he doesn't know how to hold back or control his own feelings. So there would be at best some rash thinking done in a few minutes. Planning ahead isn't something that Shizuo would do and that is especially true since the thought of kidnapping you will only really cross his mind when he's triggered and starts to feel paranoid. An abduction with him is spontanous, clumsy and you as well as him would be very much unprepared for it. Despite his best attempts to be gentle, chances are still that he knocks you out a bit too harsh which results in a throbbing bump for the next few days, something he'd be more than guilty about since you're the last person he'd want to hurt.

Race-How fast would it take for them to grow toxic feelings? How do they realize?

🚬Shizuo is used to being more isolated and he completely understands why so many people don't want to be near him. A part of him thinks that this is best since he's worried that he will even end up someone he cherishes due to his lack of control. In reality the loneliness gets to him and he wishes that he could have someone who would love him and vice versa, looks at this all as a mere dream though since he doesn't know if it'll be possible. He has a wall around himself to protect others from himself and also to keep himself from hurting someone who doesn't deserve it. He hesitates when he does as much as realize that you seem to like him as he's worried that he'll only scare you away in the end. He and his darling need to build a mutual relationship of trust first before he can even start to become obsessed since it takes a bit to break through his walls.

🚬The delusional side that kicks in when his protective instincts go on overdrive aside, Shizuo is probably quite conscious about his own feelings. The problem is that he doesn't develop a crush on you after having forged a trusting and platonic relationship with you as even then his obsession seems to already start slightly. This increase of possessive and protective desires worsens his violent temper though, something he notes to his own fright. He is fuming when he sees someone giving you pretty eyes and feels like crushing something if he ever realizes that you like someone. He's in a much worse position than way back when both of you got to know each other now and even if he tries to pull back again, worried about the worsening of his spiritedness. Only that it's now far too back now for him to pull back.

Xoanon-How much do they worship their darling?

🚬Shizuo is often in a position where he considers himself to not be what you truly deserve. Insecure about his lack of composure and the constant fear that one day he might end up harming you, he thinks a lot that you deserve someone who just isn't him. Yet you've made it so painful for him to truly leave you. He thought he could never be viewed as a normal human and never have a strong bond with someone, deep down hoped to be loved by someone though. That person truly came in form of you. You graced him with something he thought he would never be able to have and each affectionat and thoughtful gesture from your side fuels his obsession more. The biggest shame is just that his emotions are so strong, especially when it involves you. He acts on impulse and lets his emotions influence his behavior which in some cases might end up in something unpleasant for you.

Heiwajima Kasuka

Jealousy-Do they get jealous fast? How do they act?

▪️Kasuka is pretty much the counterpart of his brother in almost every aspect which also includes his temper and his jealousy. He’s really quiet and reserved and unlike his brother definitely not prone to boiling jealousy. He’s practiced in the art of patience after all. He grew up with a very spirited brother after all and his position in the showbiz with his full schedule and his fans requires a level of calmness and mettle at times too. That’s why it isn’t too tricky for him to let his darling have their time with others. At times he might tend to feel a bit annoyed though. He’s often very busy and for that doesn’t get to spend as much time with you as others. Especially when he has been gone for a while and returns, he just silently wants you to pay more attention to him. If you’re busy interacting with someone else, he does feel bothered.

▪️Kasuka isn’t much of a talker outside of the times he acts. Considering that his face is generally most of the time devoid of emotions, he’s hard to understand. He wouldn’t want to draw wrong conclusions and make the situation awkward for him and you so he stands back for a while and just watches them and you. When he starts to stand next to you, you can consider that as his silent request that he thinks that it’s time that you pay some attention to him too. He’s still not speaking much but his eyes stare somewhat expectantly at you before turning to the other person, a frown starting to deepen on his face. You know that he’s had enough when he finally speaks up though, in a somewhat blunt manner that catches you off-guard. You’re his s/o, he just wanted to remind them and you about it since you’ve been ignoring him for a while now for them.

Kidnap-When and why would they kidnap their darling? How much would they plan ahead?

▪️Kasuka is lucid and, despite his stoic expression most of the times, a person who still cares for you a lot. He’s too famous for his own good though as well as yours. He has to be very discreet and tight-lipped about his relationship with you in the beginning too. He doubts that he can keep it away from public for eternities, eventually he’ll have to announce everything. Je at least wants to give you time to get comfortable and used to the thought. That fame itself might already be something that indirectly traps you since your privacy is endangered the moment the internet and the fans find out. You suddenly have paparazzi and jealous fans following you around which concerns Kasuka and forces him to let you move in with him to have more peace. Just imagine how bad the backlash might be if you would leave him…

▪️Similar to his older brother, Kasuka never considers abducting his darling as something he’d ever do. Even if dating someone as public as him isn’t easy and you tend to get negative comments from jealous fans, your lover is fairly normal and so is the relationship. Kasuka considers you two to be something that is forever though. It’s ride or die together after all, isn’t he right? That sounds romantic on paper but you fail to notice how serious he is about that statement. The thought of using slightly more forceful ways to keep you start crossing his mind the moment there’s a threat that might drift you two apart, something he doesn’t want. Whilst it sounds sinister, Kasuka knows that the internet, the paparazzi and his enraged fans will do most work for him if worst comes to worst.

Race-How fast would it take for them to grow toxic feelings? How do they realize?

▪️Kasuka with his reserved personality definitely needs someone he sees often. I think of a childhood friend or someone who works closely with him as great possibilities to get to know the almost apathetic man better. People often have a hard time reading and understanding him since his face rarely gives something away. Even he himself doesn’t understand himself at times. So someone who makes a genuine effort to get to know him better or has already known him long enough to understand at least a bit how he works would most likely flatter him. You’ll need patience though to get through him due to his quiet personality. He really needs to get to know you before he can start succumbing to his obsession gradually and by the time this happens, both of you are already very close.

▪️People around you will notice the change in behavior from his side since they’re used to Kasuka being someone who is often just standing alone and rarely talks unless he’s asked something. With you he suddenly makes an effort to go out of his usual routine. He’s standing often near you when he has nothing to do, listens intently when you rant about something that either annoys you or excites you and, even if only slightly, talks more to you than to most others. On his own free will too. Both of you have known each other for so long already though that initially he has troubles to differ between his more romantic interest and his platonic love. It’s only when his obsession has already grown too much that he finally realizes that his feelings for you have changed and he wants something more. It’s his first time he thinks, being in love.

Xoanon-How much do they worship their darling?

▪️You might think that someone as handsome and popular as him would be a tad bit arrogant. Kasuka doesn’t see himself as anything special though and this humbleness is what you like on him. It’s quite obvious for people who know him even a bit that he fancies his darling since he always wants their opinion on things and spends as much time with them as he can. I feel like his darling would also be the main reason for Kasuka to step out of his more devoid and emotionless state. He surely will never be someone who is very open with his feelings but you manage to open the doors to his heart at least a bit. You complete him in a way, help him to understand himself better. He puts both of you on equal footing, beware that in the worst situations he will stay true to his philosophy of you two staying together forever. You taught him so much after all, he doesn’t think he can love anyone quite the same way he loves you.

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NAME: Benjamín Cárdenas NICKNAMES: Benji, Ben, Benny BIRTHDAY: September 4th AGE: 30 ZODIAC: Virgo PLACE OF Birth: San Diego, California CURRENT LOCATION: San Diego, California OCCUPATION: marketing executive SPECIES: human EYE COLOR: brown HAIR COLOR: info here HEIGHT: 6′ 0″ WEIGHT: 175 PRONOUNS: he/him/his MOTHER: Isabela (Núñez) Cárdenas FATHER: Javier Cárdenas BROTHER(s): Older Brother: Mateo Cárdenas SISTER(s): Younger Sister: Lucía Cárdenas EXTENDED FAMILY: Paternal Grandfather: Ernesto Cárdenas, Paternal Grandmother: Alicia (Gutiérrez) Cárdenas, Maternal Grandfather: Tomás Núñez, Maternal Grandmother: Rosario (Morales) Núñez, Paternal Uncle:Alejandro Cárdenas, Paternal Aunt: Marisa (Cárdenas) Ramos, Maternal Uncle: Carlos Núñez, Maternal Aunt: Ana (Núñez) Diaz, Marcos and Elena Ramos (Marisa's kids), Liam Núñez (Carlos' son), Sofia and Miguel Diaz (Ana's kids) SEXUAL ORIENTATION: info here RELATIONSHIP STATUS: single WHOM: forever PAST RELATIONSHIP(s): College Girlfriend - Natalia Rodriguez Benji's first serious girlfriend from his UCLA days. A fellow Mexican-American student, Natalia was warm, fun-loving and drawn to Benji's charm and adventurous spirit. Though they were crazy about each other at first, their relationship ultimately fell victim to Benji's inability to settle down. After graduating, Natalia got a job across the country and they drifted apart. She's now happily married with kids. Post-College Fling - Sienna Campbell In his mid-20s, Benji had a months-long casual fling with Sienna, an Australian model and actress he met through mutual friends. Their passion was as intense as it was short-lived. Sienna's free-spirited lifestyle initially captivated Benji, but he eventually realized her flightiness and commitment issues matched his own. They parted amicably. Office Romance - Daniela Torres A couple years ago, Benji had a secret inter-office romance with Daniela, a married co-worker at the marketing firm. Their electric chemistry and flirtatious banter around the office ultimately led to an affair. Though brief, it caused drama before Daniela broke it off, unwilling to leave her husband. Benji learned his lesson about workplace entanglements. Recent Ex - Sofia Reyes Benji's most recent serious relationship was with Sofia, a beautiful, intelligent artist he dated for over a year. Raised in a family with traditional values, Sofia was initially drawn to Benji's charisma but hoped to settle him down. Ultimately, Benji's wandering spirit re-emerged, leading to a painful breakup that left Sofia feeling he'd never be ready for true commitment.

So while Benji has had meaningful connections, his inability to fully commit long-term has led a trail of broken hearts in his wake as he enters his 30s.

BIOGRAPHY:

Benjamín Cárdenas is a 30-year-old man with an undeniable charisma and magnetic presence. With his tall, athletic build, olive skin, and striking features – including a chiseled jawline, piercing dark eyes, and a warm, dimpled smile – Benjamín cuts an unforgettable figure wherever he goes. Born and raised in San Diego, California to Mexican-American parents, Benjamín's upbringing instilled in him a strong work ethic and deep pride in his cultural heritage. After excelling academically and athletically in high school, he attended UCLA on an academic scholarship, graduating with honors with a degree in business administration.

Since then, Benjamín has carved out a successful career as a marketing executive for a major sports apparel company based in Los Angeles. His natural ability to connect with people from all walks of life, combined with his creative vision and business acumen, have made him an invaluable asset.

Despite the demands of his high-powered job, Benjamín makes time to nurture the important relationships in his life – especially with his large, tightly-knit family back in San Diego. He remains close with his parents and siblings, making frequent visits home when he can.

In his free time, Benjamín is an avid surfer, taking advantage of the Southern California coastline to indulge his passion for catching waves. He also loves outdoor adventures like hiking and camping to escape the city grind. Though driven and successful in his career, at his core Benjamín is a down-to-earth, family-oriented man deeply rooted in his Mexican heritage. His easy confidence, warm personality, and dazzling looks make him a heart-breaker, though he has yet to find that.

PERSONALITY:

Benji has an easygoing, charismatic personality that naturally draws people to him. He exudes an aura of cool confidence without coming across as arrogant or full of himself. Benji is incredibly charming and has a knack for making others feel at ease with his warm smile and ability to inject humor into any situation. At his core, Benji is a fun-loving, adventurous free spirit. He has an insatiable sense of wanderlust and desire to explore new places and experiences. Benji embraces life with unbridled enthusiasm and lives very much in the moment, savoring every experience to the fullest. Despite his laidback, go-with-the-flow demeanor, Benji is also driven and ambitious, with a strong work ethic instilled by his parents. He takes great pride in his career success as a marketing executive while still finding ways to pursue his passions like surfing.

Loyalty to his family and heritage is extremely important to Benji. He stays closely connected to his Mexican-American roots in San Diego and is a devoted son, brother, and uncle. Family will always come first for him. Underneath his cool exterior, Benji has a caring, sensitive side that he reserves for those closest to him. He's a nurturing partner who isn't afraid to be vulnerable and open up emotionally. However, his natural confidence and wandering spirit can sometimes make him come across as a bit of a free-spirited commitment-phobe. Overall, Benji is an intriguing mix of breezy, carefree charm and driven ambition. His magnetic personality and ability to live life to the fullest draws people to him, even if his roaming ways keep him from settling down fully.

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Q: Is SOTUS worth watching? 

I couldn't get past the first episode because the bullying was so disturbing. 

A: I love it, but bullying isn’t a trigger for me. 

It’s a really slow burn so you’ll have at least 6 episodes of the hazing before the tables turn, but then they really do turn. You’ll learn at least WHY Arthit is doing it, even if you maybe will never truly understand. But I would say that this is used to justify the bullying, so be aware of that. 

You do get to see Arthit and his defenses crumble - in the context of being head hazer. He will also crumble for Kong... but that comes much later. 

In Defense of SOTUS

The dynamic is really interesting because Kong is not only being hazed, he is younger than Arthit and thus supposed to be culturally submissive due to Thailand’s prescribed familial codified age dynamics. I happen to really love it when the seme character is younger because of this obstacle. As the one doing the courting, Kong has a lot to go up against, not just a gay relationship and the hazing, but also an age dynamic that restricts his agency. 

So what justifies watching SOTUS despite the hazing?

1. The killer chemistry.

Krist and Singto don’t have much physical attraction (I like to think of KongArthit as an ace homoromantic pairing), but their emotional and chemical feedback is seriously glorious. But if you prefer high heat like TharnType or Why R U, this is not your series. Gen Y has many of the same dynamics in place but without the hazing and KimCop show better physical attraction. Try that instead. 

2. Enemies to lovers.

If you really like this trope and you love it when the seme has to WORK to earn his uke, then this is the dominate drive behind SOTUS. There is even a kind of quest narrative, where Kong has to win all of the freshy games in order to win Arthit’s heart. 

3. Fantastic coming out sequences.

Arthit publicly comes out to their friends/colleagues 2x in the 2 series, and each time is glorious. (Although family coming out doesn’t come into play.) Also Arthit has most of the sexual agency, he tends to incite what few kisses there are, which I like. 

4. A consistent longer series.

The follow up series, SOTUS S is also really good, as is their Our Skyy installment. This makes SOTUS more consistent than many BLs. SOTUS S has a “secret office romance” foundation. I really like that we get to follow them out of college and into the workplace. 

5. Great friendship rep.

Both Kong and Arthit have wonderful surrounding friendships. SOTUS is also the first BL to at least have consistent, present, female friendships, and a lesbian character. 

6. Heritage.

If you’re interested in the foundations of BL, SOTUS is important because it took Thai BL mainstream internationally in a way that its forerunners (like the truly special Love Sick) couldn’t. It’s also the pilot for GMMTV to get seriously involved, they have the production values and $$$ that previous (and current) BL outside this parent umbrella doesn’t. SOTUS also established some BL specific tropes, like Engineering = gay, gear and gift exchange symbolism, and pink milk (although technically that’s originally sourced in 2 Moons). 

7. Lack of OTHER damaging tropes.

Aside from the hazing and a certain amount of sex negativity that seems endemic to low heat BL SOTUS is pretty safe in other arenas, like statutory rape, non-consent situations, and queer femme vilification and mockery. It does highlight gay-for-you, but many don’t find this as objectionable as I do. 

Frankly, there is a reason SOTUS is one of the pilot Asian BL’s picked up by Netflix USA. It’s sanitized for a wider audience. I don’t object to popularization in my queer media (on the grounds of pro-normalization as part of the queer acceptance battle), but some queer folk have justifiable objections to this and to SOTUS. 

In the end what I love about SOTUS is that what it does well, it does REALLY well and where it’s successful it’s REALLY successful. Thus it’s a stand out in several categories and only concerning in a few. Frankly, there’s not a lot of Thai BL I can say that about. 

Alternatives? 

However, if bullying is a serious trigger for you but the OP trigger of suicide is NOT then you should 100% watch Until We Meet Again instead. It’s got killer chemistry in all couples, and is unquestionably one of the best written, paced, and plotted Thai BLs. 

And if all you want is some intensely fluffy uplifting nonsense where all the offenses are bog standard to Thai BL and all the tropes are equally bog standard, then you want 2gether. It’s what I would call archetype BL, and ridiculously adorable on the strength of the charisma of the two leads. 

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𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐦 | 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 | 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 (𝟑)

part two

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warnings: age gap, sex work, dirty talk, straight filth, smut, squirting, toys, (virtual?) domination, cute dialogue!!!

𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐦 | 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞: 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 | 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬

    Steve was flooded with morning meetings that whole day. Still you existed somewhere in the back of his mind, while he was filing through briefings and reports. He tried not to let the thought of you creep up, something he was unknowingly resisting because he didn't want what the two of you had to be bigger than it was.

But he was also trying to focus. He knew already, like muscle memory, that it would be impossible for this to become anything serious, anything beyond your work as a cam girl. You might have a connection, but you were just doing your job, and he was just satisfying himself. Right?

   And you knew too that this couldn't become anything serious. And it wouldn't, you had convinced himself. So he came out of the blue, so he surprised you. But he was still a customer. And while you had connections with your customers, it never went beyond the workplace. Though he still resided in the back of your mind.

   It wasn't until Steve was on break and heading down to the kitchen to make himself some food that he decided to fully address the events that had happened last night. When you asked to see him, he was almost scared at first-he felt that things could shift permanently because you had asked him that. But ignorance is bliss, so he'd brushed off the thought of that happening, and convinced himself it wasn't a big deal.

   But it had to mean something right? He could see himself going down a winding tunnel of you wanting to see him more and more, and the end would be catastrophe- that is, if he showed himself. But he knew he had more sense than that, could end things if necessary. It wasn't that serious, not yet.

And while he was nervous, he still thought of you with fondness, thinking of your youthful glow and how it seemed like you were drawn together in perfect timing, how much he liked talking to you and respected you. It wasn't all bad.

   The thought was enough to talk to somebody about it, except it wouldn't be Tony this time. Steve knew Tony's response would be straight forward - not to talk to her, and to find another cam girl. And he'd ask why Steve was accepting requests to talk with her about unrelated matters in the first place. And maybe the fact that Steve didn't want to hear that, didn't want things to be so straightforward and disciplinarian, should've been a warning. But he didn't listen. Instead, he went to go talk to Bucky about it.

    "Shoot," Bucky said after Steve told him he had something to tell him. Bucky stuffed practically an entire piece of toast in his mouth, his hand on his hip as he sat on the edge of one of the kitchen tables. With a full mouth he continued."'S it important?"

    Steve shrugged, holding a cup of coffee just below his beard, feeling it steam up his face. He took a big sip.

   "I dunno. I'm trying to decide that myself."

Bucky raised an eyebrow,

    "Well..."

Steve sighed, setting his coffee down and leaning against the counter beside Bucky so they could talk.

   "I met this girl. Well, met is a strong word," Steve cocked his head to the side, after considering the quirks of his situation. He then started to wonder if Bucky would even know how to help him with this situation, it was so oddly specific. He continued anyway, under the intense, questioning gaze of Bucky. "I... found this girl online. On a cam site."

   Bucky nearly choked on his toast, his eyebrows raised as far as they'd go,

   "You? On a cam site? You? You're on a cam site?"

The more Bucky repeated it, the more surprised he seemed to become, and Steve could only watch with amusement at his close friend's bewildered expressions.

   "You say it like I'm one of the cam girls," Steve joked, shaking his head, but Bucky only stared at him, incredulous.

   But then he came back down to earth with a slightly impressed shrug,

   "Well. I gotta admit, I never expected this from you, and you're my best man. But I guessed there had to be a reason you've been so much better these past few days, and there had to be some reason you weren't bringing it up. You know you can tell me anything, right?"

    Steve grinned,

   "It's not that I was keeping it from you necessarily. I just didn't think I should put it out there, even if it's just between the two of us."

Bucky smirked,

    "Captain America has a dirty little secret. I respect it."

Steve didn't say anything, but that was slightly true. Half of him wanted to keep things under wraps, the other half of him wanted it to be his own little secret, something that was only for him. You could say he wanted you all to himself, which wasn't untrue - during your public show, though he enjoyed it, it felt less personal and thus made him rethink his actions.

He wanted it one on one, wanted to know he was partially responsible to bringing you to that point, and that you brought each other to that point together, just the two of you. So, in some ways, it was his "dirty little secret."

   "The girl I watch, she's amazing. I mean, we had a real connection, since our first private session-"

    "Private session? Maybe I did teach you well all these years," Bucky nodded.

    "Actually, this was all Tony. Anyway, I've been watching her, and yesterday, after her show, she requested to talk to me. Not the other way around. She wasn't even doing private shows that day. Anyway, I accepted, and maybe that wasn't the right thing to do, but it didn't feel... wrong. I talked to her, and she said... she said she wanted to see me. As in through the camera."

   Bucky took a few moments to absorb and contemplate, and nodded slowly,

   "And you're wondering if that's as serious as your mind wants it to be."

   "Basically. I mean, I don't feel like this is something I have to avoid or be careful with. We're not declaring our love for each other. I'm just another customer. That's what I want to believe, at least."

   "I mean, you're always gonna be taking that risk. You're talking to someone who's as good as a stranger. And your 'connection', it's exactly what it sounds like. You're another customer, but you've just taken a liking to each other. As far as I'm concerned, that's okay. And as for her asking you to show yourself... it's tricky. I mean, I've been on my fair share of sites like that, but I'm not well versed in it. I don't want to say it's not serious just for it to end up being serious. You know how these things go," Bucky smiled softly, and Steve nodded, though his eyes seemed a bit troubled as he looked down at the floor.

    "Right..." he trailed off, folding his arms.

Maybe he just needed to hear that he shouldn't talk to you anymore, to ease his concerns. Maybe Bucky was right. It has the potential to be serious, but it might not be. He didn't know what to think.

    "I don't know bud, but the fact that you're asking me tells me it's been on your mind. And I know you, you don't let things stay on your mind long unless they're important. Could be that this is important to you," Bucky offered, but Steve waved his hand dismissively, a little too fast.

   "It's - it's not..."

    Bucky raised his brows,

   "You think about her?"

   "Sure," Steve shifted, folding his arms slightly. "But not more than my work or anything. I don't view her as a priority, Buck. It's normal that she'd be on my mind, I mean, this is all new to me. I'm stressing for no reason, aren't I?"

He decided he was stressing for no reason. He wasn't obsessed with you, wasn't head over heels for you. He wasn't placing you over his work. It was just the shock of the new situation, the unexpected, big bang of an introduction of you into his life -- that's what he convinced himself, to put his mind at ease.

Bucky raised his hands up,

     "Hey, I'm not assuming anything. And honestly Steve, if you are... thinking about her. I think that's good. As long as it's something healthy, I don't think you have anything to be worried about. You deserve some type of distraction, and maybe that's what she is. You don't have to worry about things getting too serious, trust me. You've got a little time on your hands, that's all."

Steve took Bucky's words to heart, absorbing them so they could soak up all his previous thoughts -- which would be squeezed out in a matter of time as the reality of your relationship revealed itself. He deserved a little distraction, though he valued you on a more humane level.

    He didn't have to worry himself about the potential it could have to become something serious and something dangerous. He was smart enough, had a strong head on his shoulders. He just had a little free time. That was all.

✺ ✺ ✺

   "I told him 'I wish I could see you through your camera'," you groaned, sprawled out on your bed, just hours before your next show that Friday. "Was that stupid?"

You pouted, your lips glossy and full, shoving chips into your mouth as you bitched and moaned into the phone. You were talking to one of the girls you'd met on girlsonfilm, named Jane, who went by Scream Queen. Her specialty was being an alt dominatrix girl, who attracted lots of submissive men. You admired her work, and you were close friends. She laughed on the other end,

    "Hon, it's not stupid. I wouldn't ask or tell a customer that, though. You've been doing this for some time too, but you're still learning."

You frowned, fiddling with your gold rose shaped necklace,

    "I know. I don't wanna scare him off."

    "Please, you won't. I guarantee he'll be on your show again tonight. Men don't scare from a beautiful woman like you, not easily."

You cooed, smiling to yourself,

   "Aw... bitch if you lived in Cali you would so feature on my show, I literally love you."

   "I love you!" she exclaimed. "We'd make hella money just by being in each other's presence on camera, it'd be crazy. I gotta fly out to Cali."

   "Right?" you chuckled.

   You felt a little more at ease now. You hadn't been thinking as much about Steve as he had been thinking about you, but that didn't mean he wasn't on your mind. He was a special customer to you, even though you'd only just gotten to know him. You just liked him in what felt like a more unique way. And ever since you'd brought up seeing him on his camera, you had some regrets. You felt like it made you seem needy, bringing up old habits.

   In your last romantic relationship, you were always wanting something, things that you shouldn't have had to ask for. But ever since you got out of that relationship, you had decided to be more self sufficient. That was part of the reason why you were financially independent and constantly did so much work. You no longer depended on others for certain things, not like you had before.

    But in addition to reminding you of old habits, you felt awkward about the whole situation because you didn't want him to feel pressured or uncomfortable either. You didn't want it to feel like you wanted something more because you'd asked to see him. As far as you were concerned, the two of you, especially yourself, were far from wanting something more. For your own safety. You might have really liked him, but at the end of the day, he was a customer and that was that.

   "Well," you flopped onto your stomach. "I feel better now, so thanks. I'm doing a couple private shows after my giveaway, maybe I'll see him again. Or... hear him, rather."

    "If he does end up showing himself, keep me posted. I wanna know if he's as sexy as he sounds."

   "Oh trust me, I will. Honestly, if he keeps watching my shows, I wanna teach him how to dirty talk. I think then it'll be something serious," you joked, shaking your head. "Alright, well I gotta get ready. Bye bitch!"

   "Bye biiitch, have fun tonight, I'll be tuning in."

  You blew her a kiss and hung up, your spirits lifted after your brief conversation. You started getting ready for your next show, hoping that Steve would continue to tune in. Unbeknownst to you, he was anticipating your show tonight as well, though a small part of him was hesitant - should he continue to watch regularly? He'd let himself indulge. One more night couldn't be an issue.

   When you came on, you were excited to see that the amount of viewers had increased. You figured that since you were advertising a giveaway of your underwear, more people would feel inclined to join, take their chances. You smiled when Steve joined and waved,

   "Hey, Steve! How's it going?"

Steve — GrantRoberts Good. How are you?

    "I'm good, thanks for asking. Alright, hi everyone, thank you so much for joining! I see we've got some new viewers tonight, so nice to meet you. I'm sure you all know that today is a very special day, because I'll be giving away —" you stood up so the camera could see below your waist, showing that you were wearing a pair of purple lace panties, the pair you had been boasting about the week before. "These!" you chimed.

     Steve raised his brows at the cheeky way you operated, looking over the pair. They were cute, looked expensive. The butterfly design on the underwear was detailed and there were white gems on either side at the top. You had said last week that these were a favorite among your viewers, he understood why.

     You explained the rules of the giveaway and how it would be working, and explained that there was a link pinned in the chat box to sign up for entries. Once you posted that link, tokens and sign up notifications came flooding through. You watched with a full smile, before slowly getting to the show.

   Steve decided he wouldn't be entering the giveaway, to keep his own discretion, and because although he definitely saw the appeal, he wasn't big on keeping someone else's underwear unless he knew them in real life.

    You started by rubbing yourself through your panties, making a big deal of how wet you were, how you were soaking through the panties and wouldn't be washing them. That was how you knew you'd get people to pay up and enter your giveaway. Steve watched in amazement at the way you moved, your delicate fingers gently running over your clit through the lace panties, slipping the panties to the side every once in a while to dip your fingers inside of yourself, proclaiming how tight you felt and how much you wanted more than just fingers inside of you to stretch you out.

     Needless to say, you put on a show, and you really were soaking through your panties by the time you were done. Steve lost track of how many times he came, and it was then that he realized that maybe he liked this side of you more than what he had seen before. It was teasing and tantalizing, almost theatrical, except you were really taking your time to please yourself.

And for some reason, it practically made him short circuit. The idea of him realizing that he had more sexual interests than he was aware of basically seduced him. And knowing that he was coming to these realizations because of you made him feel hungry and crazed.

     He liked how you were barely touching yourself, teasing yourself yet still dripping through your panties, making a show out of a little thing. He kept a slow pace to match your own, edging himself and feeling grunts get caught in his throat each time he stopped himself from coming.

    You were absolutely mystifying, drawing him in more and more in every way. Your soft moans, quieter and more needy than usual, were like music to his ears. He loved the way your legs shook when you had to hold off an orgasm for the purpose of the show, so that you could hold off and increase the value of your giveaway, lengthen the time you gained tips and coins. By the time you were done, he had cum on his chest, legs and a little on his bed sheets, which he cleaned up gingerly, watching as you signed off.

You slid out of your panties and held them up to the camera, practically purring when you finally spoke,

    "Look what I did to them. Soaked in all my juices and cum just for you. Well, for one lucky winner! Tip up to increase your chances."

You giggled, biting down on your lip, and continued,

     "Well, thank you for watching. Now, I do wanna do some private shows with a few of you. So, send in those requests and tokens and I'll pick a lucky few."

     As you waited for the requests to go in, you noticed Steve's name and his large donation — of course you'd go on private with him, but you wanted to talk to other customers as well. So you queued up a list of who you'd be talking to and placed Steve, the best, for last.

    Steve got a notification that you'd be talking to him, and while you signed off, he stayed on the site waiting for his turn. Each show you did was only about five minutes, and he had twenty five minutes to spare before he got the chance to talk to you. Those twenty five minutes he used for contemplation and thinking like always.

    If he wasn't spending his spare time with you, he was either thinking or distracting himself from thinking by spending time with his fellow Avengers. And now that there was nothing to do, all he could do was get lost in his thoughts. He thought of his conversation with Bucky - though he had come to the conclusion that he shouldn't worry so much and that he deserved a distraction, there was still some part of it that tugged at him.

The fact of the matter was that, he did think about you. A lot, actually, and it had only been a few days. He thought about the kind of unhinged pleasure you gave him that you had allowed him to tap into for the first time. He thought about the need you fulfilled. He thought about how he liked you, how he felt like he knew you on a personal level and that he sensed that you were truly a good person. He liked that about you, all those thoughts. But ever since last week, the thoughts slightly intimidated him at the same time.

Take a breath, Steve, he thought. Maybe it was old age making him nervous about everything. If Tony could do the same things before becoming Ironman and still live the way Tony was currently living, Steve could have his own little pleasures. His brain just kept doing the back and forth.

    You were happy when Steve's time came along. You were so caught up in your other customers that you had nearly forgotten what you were looking forward to. When it came to Steve, all your nerves were due to excitement, and the good kind. You weren't worried about the strength of your connection and if it would become overbearing, and you had reassured yourself that you weren't being needy or pressuring him. You felt at ease.

      You clicked his name feverishly, waving your hands up at the camera when the log opened. Yet again he wasn't showing himself, but you didn't let that bother you. You had all the time in the world to talk with him, because you didn't put a limit on the time. You didn't do so pointedly, you just did it so you wouldn't have to be preoccupied with the time limit.

     For you, talking to Steve at the end of your list was like de-stressing and winding down, nothing more and nothing less. You weren't viewing him as more than a customer. It wouldn't be inappropriate to talk for a while.

     "Hey, Steve!" you waved, grinning toothily.

Steve chuckled when he saw you and heard the genuine happiness in your voice. There was something sweetly innocent about you, despite the fact that your job was anything but innocent, and the fact that he had seen every part of you within the first day of getting to know you.

Still, he knew that didn't take away from the bright personality you seemed to have. Your duality as a focused businesswoman and giggly young college girl both impressed him and held a special place in his heart.

    "Hi, Moonrose. How are you?"

    "I'm lovely, and yourself?"

Steve let out a deep sigh he didn't know he'd been holding in. Talking to you relieved a lot of unconscious stress, and with that deep sigh he found a lot of relief,

    "I'm good. It's been a long day. Lots of labs, lots of meetings."

It wasn't entirely a lie - he did have lots of meetings that day, and you were in the back of his mind throughout all those meetings, but no labs. He wouldn't tell you he'd been thinking of you though, and you decided that you wouldn't tell him you'd been thinking of him either.

    "The life of a scientist," you joked playfully.

    You felt comfortable, even more comfortable with him than the last time, simply because it felt like you had both gotten past that awkward stage.

    "I mean, you can relate. Must be busy having all the jobs you have. I mean, you're a student, you're working on clothing, you work with a state rep, you're doing this every other day. That's gotta take a toll on you," Steve listed off everything you'd told him about.

     He kept that in mind, how busy and occupied you were, because you still carried yourself so well. Maybe it was just for the purpose of customer interaction; he wondered if you acted or felt the same outside of this private world of yours.

     You blushed slightly, flattered that Steve remembered everything you did and that he even held it in close regards to what he did on a daily basis. You knew you juggled a lot of things, but to hear someone else say it felt so much more validating, whether it came from your best friend Aaliyah or from Steve.

    "Aw, that's nice of you to say," you smiled warmly. "It can be a lot, honestly. Sometimes it feels like I'm doing too much, but... it's what I have to do! And for the most part, I like doing too much. It keeps me focused. Helps me cope with... life."

    You got a little sheepish. You didn't want to get too into the things you were really coping with.

    "I can appreciate that," Steve nodded. He raised his brows to himself as chose his words carefully. "My job can be... demanding."

   "Oh totally, I'm sure. Lots of math and shit. What gets you through it though?" you asked, and Steve chuckled slightly to himself at your vernacular - it reminded him how young you were.

Steve breathed out a heavy sigh, taking in the question thoughtfully. What the hell got him through it? He supposed it was knowing that he was doing good for the world, knowing that he had a team to work with and back him up at all times, and the fact that he was in control for the most part. But as for actual coping, he was almost at a loss. Almost.

    "Honestly?" he rubbed at his beard, and you bit down on your lip, giving him a flirty smile.

    "The cold hard truth," you ensured him, puckering your lips and putting on your best game face.

    "Honestly, talking to you, probably. I don't really know how to destress," Steve felt suddenly insecure about putting this detail out there.

He didn't want to make you uncomfortable (though you had heard worse from men who were wound up like Steve), and he felt like he was delving into a personal topic. Not that you didn't already know that he was stressed out, but he didn't want it to seem like you were his saving grace. Though, you weren't far from it.

    He continued,

    "I just mean... ever since that first time with you I've been feeling lighter on my feet. I mean— I don't really... I just don't have a lot of coping mechanisms. I don't really get to have fun."

    Once he spit the words out, he felt even more stupid. He had just let you know that you had basically changed his entire mood since the day he'd met you, and something like that felt almost like a confession. Like you were delving into more serious topics. He had made his problems clear since the first time, but telling you how much you helped him felt like he was putting deeper trust in you.

    But of course you didn't see it as a deep confession. You saw it as him being true to his feelings and being honest with you, which wasn't a big deal to you since you were in a business that involved making connections and basically building men like him up. You grinned, a sparkle in your eyes as you listened to him stammer over himself. It was no wonder he was a scientist, he had this sort of nerdy charm to him.

    "I'm glad to hear that Steve. And maybe it's less that you don't get to have fun and more that you don't know how."

Steve shrugged. He had always been called boring by Tony, and Natasha took jabs at him about loosening up, getting out there and enjoying this modern world. And while he had insecurities around the fact, he still wasn't a happy go lucky party person as a result of the jabs. He was same old Steve, with the same old struggles. He looked regular on the outside (as regular as someone as big as him could look), but he felt like an outsider.

    "Maybe."

    "Have you ever tried?" you prodded. "I mean, outside of this. And honestly, kudos to you for putting yourself out there like this. I mean, you literally jerked off with me your first time here. I take it back. You do know how to have fun. You just... don't know where to find it."

Steve's face got hot. Even as he watched you more, talked to you more, nothing could compare to the first time being with you. It was definitely out of his comfort zone, doing something as extraneous as he had, and with a stranger. And when you described it like that, it seemed so much more inappropriate, but in a way that made Steve's pants bulge. And the fact that you could talk about it so casually intimidated him in the best way.

    "I guess you're right," Steve replied, and the more he thought about it, the more he realized you were actually spot on. "I'll keep that in mind."

He grinned, and you giggled,

    "Good. I'll be your therapist. But like a sexy one. A sex therapist."

You and Steve laughed at your stupid joke and Steve raised the question,

    "Okay. What gets you through it all? You're a young college girl, I'm sure you know how to have fun."

You raised your brows playfully at the suggestive nature of the question, although clueless Steve had no clue it would sound a certain way to you,

    "Oh yeah, totally. College girls, you know us. Drinking, partying, having sex with all our friends. I'm kind of a total slut." A beat passed, Steve trying to figure out what to say — like he was rerouting. You chortled, unable to hide your snort laugh. "I'm kidding, Steve."

Steve laughed hesitantly. He didn't know what young people did these days,

    "Yeah, silly me."

    "You're so cute," you blurted, shaking your head playfully. "But, honestly? I do know how to have my fun. I mean, I do it mindfully though, 'cuz I have shit to do, you know? Party hard, study hard. I go out with friends for drinks... and between me and you, I was doing that before I was twenty one."

Steve nodded understandingly,

    "Some part of me wants to reprimand you for that, but I don't wanna rain on your parade."

    “You don't have to rain, you could just spank me if it's that serious," you scoffed with a laugh, again saying the dirtiest things nonchalantly, unbothered. You were constantly flirting with customers, but with Steve it came much more naturally.

   "Spank you?" Steve choked out.

   "Yeah, you know? Like a little slap on the ass," you turned around, your ass in the camera, and gently smacked your hand against your ass, which was clad in a sheer bodycon dress that you had made yourself.

(looks something like this)

You were being playful, acting the precocious, girly way that you would with your friends. You thought nothing of it. Steve on the other hand, was getting incredibly warm, fidgety, and was trying to ignore the growing tent in his pants.

   "Like- like that?" he stammered, breathless, and you nodded, seemingly unaware of his pain.

     You turned back around and sat down in front of the camera,

    “You must not be a dom, huh. You don't strike me as one. But I'm sure if I pressed the right buttons, you could be."

     “Dom?" Steve repeated, as if the word were from a foreign language.

     "My, my, my, Steve. I've got a lot to teach you. Oh, but actually, I do have a hobby that gets me through my stress. Besides, you know, masturbating and going out with friends."

   Steve smirked, he was intrigued,

    “And what's that?"

You bounced up onto your toes so that Steve could see a full view of you on the camera. At first, when you were just sitting in front of the camera, he could only see your head and shoulders. Now he could see all of you, and he could see the dress you had designed.

   "Making clothes!" you chirped, so adorably that Steve couldn't help but smile, a warm feeling bubbling in his chest. You spread your arms out, letting the fringe on the dress spread. You placed your hands on your hips and swayed slightly in place. You smiled gently. "For my brand of course. But making the clothes is kind of therapeutic. When you work really hard on something and it comes out with the result you want, it's just this fucking... amazing, gratifying feeling. I love it."

     Steve grinned, watching you show off your clothes. He was glad to hear that from you, he believed in you and truly thought you were capable and would succeed in what you did.

    "That's beautiful," he complimented your dress. He knew nothing about fashion, but you looked good in whatever you wore - it was a plus that you made it. "Even with all I know, I don't think I could do that."

    “Oh, don't be silly. You probably could. You just have to try, remember?"

    “I know, I know."

As you stood there twirling and swaying, just letting him enjoy you, he could hear the faint sound of music playing in the background. He squinted, leaning closer to try and hear more. It was a nice song, with an upbeat electronic twist although it was R&B.

    "What's this song?" he asked.

     You paused, delightfully surprised by the question, unable to hide your ferocious smile,

    "What, the one I'm playing? It's called Lost by Frank Ocean."

     “Frank Ocean," Steve repeated slowly, so he could remember the name of the artist. You were encouraging him to try new things - why not start with music?

   "Have you heard of him?"

   "I'm afraid I haven't," Steve replied, and you chortled again.

   "'I'm afraid I haven't'," you repeated, putting on his deep voice. "So proper. You like this song?"

Steve shook his head playfully when he heard you mocking him, then answered,

     "Yeah, never heard it before."

You squealed excitedly and ran to turn it up, then ran back into the frame.

     "I love Frank Ocean, seriously. He's one of my favorite artists. What about you?"

Steve was almost taken aback by the question and took in a deep breath, shrugging as he tried to come up with an answer,

     "Gee, I don't know. I think I listen to too much old crap, probably."

      "I can get down with that." You scoffed. "Quit bullying yourself."

Suddenly, a lightbulb went off in Steve's head. He was enjoying talking to you, but what better way to combine a regular conversation with pleasure? He was feeling his need building up, the longer he talked to you. You said such outrageous things and you were so gorgeous - it was hard for him not to want you. And maybe you could both have some fun with this, and his request wouldn't feel like work, though it would definitely help him get off.

     "Hey, can I ask you something?"

     "Sure."

     "You mind... dancing? To this song, I mean?" he asked, slightly nervous to ask because he didn't want to feel pushy.

You raised your brows in surprise, a wide mouthed smile showing up. It seemed like Steve was discovering what he wanted to see, what would make him feel good.

   "You wanna see me dance? Uh, yeah, I would love to. It's hard not to dance to this song. What, you want me to dance like a stripper or something? I don't have a pole - yet, but I can—"

Steve laughed, cutting you off and shaking his head,

     "Nah, you don't have to dance any specific way. I guess, just dance how you feel."

You lit up at the suggestion, and laughed, already beginning to sway,

    "Is this gonna get you off, Steve?"

Steve blushed, coiled like a turtle going into his shell,

    "Maybe."

    "Oh, don't be shy. I want it to. I wanna hear your moans, I want it to drive you crazy and bring you release. Is that what you want?"

You twirled slowly, dragging your hands up and down your body, dancing to the beat of the music. Steve watched, already entranced with the way your body, perfectly caught in the tight dress, moved. It almost scared him how perfect you looked, just swaying your body to a song,

    "That's what I want, baby."

The words spilled out of his mouth, just like last time. This time it felt much more natural though, easier, as he watched you on the full screen. You smiled, rolling your hips and bringing your hands up in the air to match your motions. You hummed the words to yourself, sang the lyrics,

    "Girl you know you're lost, lost in the thrill of it all."

     The song was so sensual and felt so personal to you - your job was so sensationalized and it was easy to get lost in the idea of it, the aesthetic. But it was hard work. This song felt like a celebration of that. Steve's spit got caught in his throat watching you sing along, watching your body loosen up and relax as you continued dancing around your room, your body moving freely and in such a hedonistic manner. He liked watching you enjoy yourself, liked watching you in what seemed to be your element. You were so confident, so unbothered. It wasn't awkward that you were dancing alone. Again it felt intimate, felt like he was there with you.

     "I'd tell you to dance, but what I really want you to do is touch yourself. Can you do that, Stevie?" you purred, and he grunted at the sound of the nickname you had donned for him.

      "Yeah, doll," Steve began to palm himself over his boxers, his breaths becoming heavier as he watched you. It felt so gratifying, so closed off — just for the two of you.

   You giggled, as if you hadn't just said what you had said, and got down low on the floor as you danced away, on your toes, and came back up again.

     "Hmm," you sighed. "Can I take this off for you?"

     Steve's jaw clenched, you already looked so good in the dress, but to see you take it off and continue dancing would probably make him come right then and there.

  ��  "Yeah, take that off for me."

     You were practically teasing him as you began to lower the sleeves of the dress, still dancing and running your hands up and down your body. You wanted him to savor the moment, and savor it he did. You removed the top half slowly, your breasts tumbling out as you cupped them with your hands. You sighed again, biting down on your lip.

    Steve was breathing hard through his nose now, slowly taking his cock, which had been hard for too long, out from his boxers, where it sprung up hard and veiny against his stomach. It twitched painfully, he almost couldn't bare to touch himself. But he palmed the head, slippery with precum, with a few mindful fingers.

   "Is that good, baby? You wanna see everything?" you gestured to the bottom half which still hadn't been removed, and Steve exhaled sharply.

    "Fuck, yeah I wanna see everything. Take it all off, doll."

You felt your body react to the nickname as you slid out of the dress, clad in a g-string underneath this time. The skimpy nature of the g-string, glittery and glamorous just like you, made Steve moan under his breath. You noted his reaction with a playful smirk, tugging gently at the straps and letting them slap against your glowing skin.

    You bit down on your lip and let your entire palm run against your clothed center, swaying your hips in all directions as you slowly pulled down the straps and revealed what was underneath, Steve letting out an audible sigh as he wrapped his hand around himself. He bit down softly on his lip, eyes dark and his lids heavy, trying to restrain himself. He wanted to be at the same pace at you, wanted to see you tease yourself the way you had during your live show.

   You sighed out in pleasure, using two fingers to rub at your clit in circular motions while you stood, Steve watching silently. Then you lowered yourself to the carpeted floor, spread your legs in front of you and continued, bringing your fingers to your lips to suck on them before you went back down. The way you did it was tantalizing, so erotic and intimate. You weren't trying too hard, you never were, but this way - slow and lustful, was like you were there with him all over again.

    Your eyes became dazed and almost glazed over just at the slight tingle of pleasure. You had been stimulating yourself for over an hour since the start of your public show, but with him you didn't feel tired or worn out. And you still hadn't had the orgasm that you knew would absolutely finish you. You knew how to navigate so you weren't exhausted by the time you were through with your shows and your private chats, but still, with Steve it felt like the pleasure was amplified by a hundred.

    "Oh," you moaned, your voice going up a pitch. You wanted more, and you decided you wanted to bring a toy into the mix. "I wanna ride you, Steve."

     Steve grunted in response and you slowly got up, crawling on all fours as you dragged out your fuzzy chest full of toys, lube, and other random things for your shows. It was like a cam girl treasure chest. You returned to the frame, smiling devilishly as you sifted through all your materials, finally pulling out the dildo you wanted to use. It was a good size, six inches, and pretty realistic. You waved it around in the air,

      "This how big you are?" you asked with a seductive gaze in your eyes.

Steve stroked himself slowly as he let out a sharp almost barking laugh, a surge of sudden and unexpected cockiness running through him (because let's be honest, a supersoldier like him was certainly bigger than six inches),

      "Little more."

You grinned obscenely, appreciating Steve's noticeable boost in confidence. And in the back of your mind you thought about the three fingers you had used to accommodate him last time. He was pretty consistent - you wondered just how big he really was. If you knew him in real life, you'd probably jump at the chance to fuck him.

   "Think it'll suffice? I'm not sure if I can take that much more right now," you asked teasingly.

   Steve chuckled, a warm, deep chuckle that made your insides churn. It was incredible how much a voice could turn you on, how much you liked hearing his voice and wanted to hear it,

    "I'll go easy on you, doll."

     You raised your brows in pleasant surprise,

    "You'll go easy on me, huh? Steve, you're getting feistier by the minute. I like it."

Steve laughed, slightly embarrassed. He just wanted you to do what you were comfortable with, wanted to see real pleasure,

    "I just want to make sure you feel good."

    "Little ol' me?" you snorted, bringing out your mirror to place on your carpet so you could place the suction dildo on top. You stuck it in place and kneeled before it. "Well, you don't have to worry about that, Steve. You always make me feel good."

     You winked at him and focused, beginning to lower yourself and arch your back, your ass in the air as you went face to face with the dildo.

   "I just wanna make you feel good," you huffed, eyeing the camera as you cupped your lips around the head of the dildo, pushing your hair behind the ear and looking down as you bobbed your head slowly. Your lips wrapped perfectly around the toy, suctioning and sucking and making it wet enough for you.

     "Wow," Steve breathed in slowly, truly in awe of you. He had really never seen anything like it, how dedicated you were to the performance. You were like an artist, a beautiful, twisted artist, and you knew just how to sell your show. And somehow you did such a salacious act with so much grace, made it so sexy and purposeful.

     He paused touching himself just to watch you, but that didn't mean he was any less hard. You moaned around the toy, looking into the camera as if you were making eye contact with the man you couldn't even see, as he goaded you on, his voice gentle and deep,

     "That's it baby, you look so good sucking that dick."

Your felt your pussy throb around nothing just at the sound of Steve dirty talking. You could tell that the more you did, the more you coaxed him into it, the more comfortable he got with everything. He had surprised you multiple times tonight.  You brought your head up, lips making a popping noise as they slid off the toy,

      "It's yours."

Steve licked his lower lip, bringing it slowly into his mouth and sliding his closed fist up and down his erection.

   "It's mine?" he asked, his voice going an octave lower.

   "Mhm, your cock. You ready, baby?" you hovered over the dildo, squatting above it as you readied yourself.

   "Yes, go slow," Steve instructed.

   "Is that what you want?" you breathed out in pleasure as you teased your slick folds with the head of the toy, rocking your hips slowly back and forth. "You want me to tease myself with your cock?"

      Steve let out an unbridled moan, pumping gently,

     "Yeah, please. I want this to be real, baby. Like your live show."

      You laughed quietly as you lowered yourself down onto the dildo, moaning as you took it in slowly, stopping a quarter of the way and just rocking back and forth, taking his request into consideration. And then, you had an idea.

"Honestly, if he keeps watching my shows, I wanna teach him how to dirty talk. I think then it'll be something serious."

That was what you had said to your friend Jane over the phone, and now was your chance to manifest it. You'd been kidding when you said it would turn your relationship into something serious, but if hearing Steve dominate you and dirty talk to you didn't make you want to fuck him even more, you didn't know what would.

   "Tell me what you want Steve. Tell me how you want me to do it. I don't wanna do a thing unless it's under your control," you smirked, waiting for him to come up with something on his own.

In that deep, husky voice of his he spoke,

     "Yeah? I want you to tease yourself, and go slow. Match my pace."

   You moaned at the thought of him stroking himself at the same pace as you, and lowered yourself a little further,

     "Is this allowed, Stevie?" you questioned curiously and innocently, prompting him further.

He got some idea of what you were trying to do, though he didn't have much experience doing it himself - at least not in the bedroom. While he wanted you to please yourself at your own pace, he also thought this might be interesting. You could do both.

    "Yeah baby, little more." You slid down further until almost all of it was inside of you, and he pumped himself a little quicker now. He groaned, the noise he made almost guttural. "Yes, that's it Moonrose. Now stop."

     You whimpered, your heat throbbing as he commanded you. You were almost losing sense of the fact that this wasn't all real, because it felt so good. You liked hearing him get more dominant with you, though you adored his regular state, which was almost needy.

     "Yeah, you can be the boss. You tell me what to do, baby."

     Steve grunted, holding back an orgasm as he watched how well you gripped the toy, imagined what it would feel like to really be inside of you. He'd be much bigger, no doubt, and make you howl with pleasure.

     "Ride it for me," he ordered. "Slow, then pick up the pace."

     "Ride you?" you repeated, beginning to lift yourself up, then back down again, slowly like he told you to. It was big enough to hit all those good places inside of you, make you wetter and hotter, give you those real time reactions. All the panting and moaning, the way your brows furrowed in concentration, the way you bit down on your lip with fervor.

      Steve watched you ride it, pumping himself at the same pace, feeling himself throb and twitch inside of his hand, speeding up when necessary. The both of your moans were loud and unhinged, filling up your respective rooms with righteous release. Steve loved how he could tell how good it felt for you, how you weren't holding back at all, your pussy gliding easily around it, leaving a trail of arousal along the shaft of the toy. You were bouncing fast and hard after a while, gasping and panting and moaning while Steve did the same in the form of groans, grunts and heavy breaths. Like you, he felt lost in translation in the best way - like nothing else was there, just the two of you and your needy bodies.

   "You feel so fucking good, baby, don't stop," Steve moaned, breathing harshly through his nose. He felt close, his stomach twisting and turning with yearn.

     "Fuck, Steve," you gasped out. You hardly sounded like yourself, in such an ecstatic state. "I'm so fucking close, baby. Steve, can I come?"

    You were still leading him, wanting him to be even more dominant and controlling with you, but you hardly needed to. You were basically giving in, you were fully committed to the act of being submissive now. Everything in and around you felt so good, "so fucking warm", as stated by you. And no doubt, Steve felt it too. Watching you take it, watching you moan in pure ecstasy as you threw your head back, your hair tumbling against your breasts, the glint of sweat forming on your forehead, the way your stomach flexed as you moved up and down. You were fucking invincible, Steve thought. Always gorgeous, somehow.

   But Steve thought he'd let this last a little longer. You wanted him to be in charge, he'd take that seriously. Like an order.

    "No, doll, hold it in for me," he huffed, though he felt himself growing close as well, and couldn't help but cum, feeling it leave him with a satisfied groan. "Fuck, I'm coming."

You whined, pouting,

   "Steve, I wanna be able to come with you."

Yeah, it was definitely easy to be submissive.

     Steve chuckled slightly,

   "That's okay, I can last a long time, darling. Keep riding that dick for me, don't come until I say so."

   With a shuddering moan you kept going. When you looked down at what you were doing, the toy disappearing inside of you each time you bent down, you swore you had never been more turned on in your life. Your brows were crossed and your mouth dropped into an o-shape. You were moaning and almost sobbing, the build up feeling unbearable. You brought your hand down, rubbing frantically at your clit,

     "Fuckkk, Steve, please let me come."

He came again with a sharp exhale and vicious grunt, but still wanted to hold off for one last one, in tandem with you. He almost felt bad, but the pleasure was so unbearable, and he knew you were enjoying it,

     "Ah, god. Hold on, I promise I'll let you come soon if you just wait a little."

You stifled a moan, cupping your breasts as you rode it without the support of your hands on your knees,

    "Y-yeah, you gonna let me come, Stevie? Please let me come, oh my god," you felt almost lightheaded with the overwhelming sense of fulfillment, rolling your head back, your eyes rolling back in your head, your glossy lips dropped open in the most sensual of ways. You didn't know what you did to Steve, how much you made him want you.

     "Go ahead, doll, come for me," Steve resolved, and when you came it was like a waterfall was crashing down on you. Both because of the intensity and because of the fact that you were squirting, letting go of all that held back release. You knew it was coming yet you whimpered in surprise when it happened, still continuing to ride the toy even as you were coming, watching as it flowed out of you, onto the mirror and more.

    "Fuck," Steve cursed, pumping fast and hard as he came again, and again, watching as you rode out your high. He could hardly even process the fact that you had squirted - completely natural, and yet a huge turn on. He slowed his hand, still hard as a rock, but coming down himself.

     You were blubbering and saying things that didn't even make sense, Steve slightly grinning to himself as you spiraled out of control. You got off the dildo with a final moan, covering your eyes with your forearm and fingering the rest of your cum out of yourself with two fast moving fingers.

      "My god," you groaned, sliding your fingers out of yourself. It was almost embarrassing how wet you were, how aroused you still were, throbbing like crazy from the aftermath. The comedown was a process, you breathing in deep and heavy.

      "That's it, doll. So good. It's okay, doll," Steve murmured, helping you come back down.

     "Mm," you hummed, removing your forearm from your eyes and forehead and instead covering your face with your hands, giggling. "Oh my god, that's so embarrassing."

      Steve laughed,

      "Not embarrassing. You did so damn good, baby."

      You groaned,

     "Ugh, don't praise me, that makes me wanna go again, and I think if I do I'll explode. On the other hand, please do keep praising me."

You laughed again and winked. It was true, because you were so turned on by his voice, especially when it was praising you and telling you how good you had been. Sure, other guys could be dominant, but with Steve it actually felt so real, it made you lose all sense of reality. It didn't feel forced.

     "Really, you were amazing." Steve tipped again - he had been tipping the whole way through. And of course his big tips were an incentive, but they weren't the only reason you talked to him. Not at all. "Jesus. I don't get worn out, but..."

   "You tired, Steve?" you smiled, teasing. "God, I don't know how I'm gonna clean this up. This is all your fault, you know."

You laughed playfully. To be fair, you had came, like, a lot. Steve's jaw clenched at the sight of it all, but he grinned.

     "My apologies."

    "Please," you shook your head, wiped the sweat off from your forehead and slowly started packing everything up.

You and Steve chatted for a while longer after that, about trivial things. This was a little unusual. Usually when you finished, you wrapped it up. But you had time, and he had time. And you both wanted to stay and chat. And it was also unusual because usually when you finished, your customer was done too, and there wasn't really room for "chatting" after that. But Steve seemed to want to talk.

    "You're fucking hot as a dom, by the way," you noted, pointing a finger at him through the screen.

    "Me?" Steve pointed a finger at himself in return. "I hardly even knew what it was, but I've got an idea now."

   "Oh, trust me, you're gonna wanna learn more. You're made for this, honestly." You sighed, and looked at the time. "It's late. This was... really, really great. Thanks again."

    "Thank you."

A beat passed, a silence between the two of you, though it was almost like you were still communicating. Maybe this really was different. Maybe it really did mean something. You were so in sync, could snap in and out just like that, and still have great conversation. You were both thinking the same thing - this was a real connection. And you were both beginning to give in to those thoughts you wanted to push back, just slightly. But this time, it didn't bring any worry. It just felt nice, blissful. Still not too serious, but still something. What you both didn't know was just how much it really would blossom.

     "Well," you said, a sigh of contemplation. "Think I really like this, Steve."

    "Me too," he swallowed hardly. He was feeling something, that same butterfly-like feeling he'd felt the first time. "I'm so glad we... uh..."

   You waved your hand with a grin,

   "It's late, I better go. It was great talking to you again, I actually look forward to this. Weirdly enough. I think I should go, though, I got school."

     "I-I got work," Steve stammered, thinking of how you said you look forward to this. He wasn't just another customer, and you weren't just some random girl. The realization was hitting him like a ton of bricks. "I'll see you."

     "Yeah," you cooed. Then, with a silly face, your eyes crossed and tongue hanging out you waved goodbye. "Byeee!"

     And just like that, there was a shift in his world, in your world. Steve didn't know what he had coming next.

🙈oof how was it y’all!!! i hope not too long LOLLL i had to fit a lot in... next chapter will be some tea! reply wit ya thoughts <3 thank u for reading, stay safe!!

[robertreich]

America Doesn’t Have a Public Health System

Dr. Anthony S Fauci, director of the National Institute of Allergy and Infectious Diseases and just about the only official in the Trump administration trusted to tell the truth about the coronavirus, said last Thursday: “The system does not, is not really geared to what we need right now … It is a failing, let’s admit it.”

While we’re at it, let’s admit something more basic. The system would be failing even under a halfway competent president. The dirty little secret, which will soon become apparent to all, is that there is no real public health system in the United States.

The ad hoc response fashioned late Friday by House Democrats and the White House may help a bit, although it’s skimpy, as I'll explain.

As the coronavirus outbreak in the US follows the same grim exponential growth path first displayed in Wuhan, China, before herculean measures were put in place to slow its spread there, America is waking up to the fact that it has almost no public capacity to deal with it.

Instead of a public health system, we have a private for-profit system for individuals lucky enough to afford it and a rickety social insurance system for people fortunate enough to have a full-time job.

At their best, both systems respond to the needs of individuals rather than the needs of the public as a whole. In America, the word “public” – as in public health, public education or public welfare – means a sum total of individual needs, not the common good.

Contrast this with America’s financial system. The Federal Reserve concerns itself with the health of financial markets as a whole. Late last week the Fed made $1.5 trillion available to banks at the slightest hint of difficulties making trades. No one batted an eye.

When it comes to the health of the nation as a whole, money like this isn’t available. And there are no institutions analogous to the Fed with responsibility for overseeing and managing the public’s health – able to whip out a giant checkbook at a moment’s notice to prevent human, rather than financial, devastation.

Even if a test for the Covid-19 virus had been developed and approved in time, no institutions are in place to administer it to tens of millions of Americans free of charge. Local and state health departments are already barebones, having lost nearly a quarter of their workforce since 2008, according to the National Association of County and City Health Officials.

Healthcare in America is delivered mainly by private for-profit corporations which, unlike financial institutions, are not required to maintain reserve capacity. As a result, the nation’s supply of ventilators isn't nearly large enough to care for projected numbers of critically ill coronavirus victims unable to breathe for themselves. Its 45,000 intensive care unit beds fall woefully short of the 2.9 million that are likely to be needed.

The Fed can close banks to quarantine financial crises but the US can’t close workplaces because the nation's social insurance system depends on people going to work.

Almost 30% of American workers have no paid sick leave from their employers, including 70% of low-income workers earning less than $10.49 an hour. Vast numbers of self-employed workers cannot afford sick leave. Friday’s deal between House Democrats and the White House won't have much effect because it exempts large employers and offers waivers to smaller ones.

Most jobless Americans don’t qualify for unemployment insurance because they haven’t worked long enough in a steady job, and the ad-hoc deal doesn't alter this. Meanwhile, more than 30 million Americans have no health insurance. Eligibility for Medicaid, food stamps and other public assistance is now linked to having or actively looking for work.

It’s hard to close public schools because most working parents cannot afford childcare. Many poor children rely on school lunches for their only square meal a day. In Los Angeles, about 80% of students qualify for free or reduced lunches and just under 20,000 are homeless at some point during the school year.

There is no public health system in the US, in short, because the richest nation in the world has no capacity to protect the public as a whole, apart from national defense. Ad-hoc remedies such as House Democrats and the White House fashioned on Friday are better than nothing, but they don't come close to filling this void.

[ilyrafe]

𝒏𝒔𝒇𝒘 𝒂𝒍𝒑𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒆𝒕 ; 𝒘. 𝒎.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

it involves a lot of kisses on your back and neck. there’s nothing better than feeling you so close to him after a passionate night. he’ll play with your hair and run his fingers up and down your back.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

he’s an ass man. he loves your ass and will slap it every time he fucks you. he likes his hands because he can do a lot only with them.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

he loves to cum on your stomach, your tits, and especially on your ass. there’s something about seeing his cum on your exposed skin that really works for him.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

for someone so private, he has a fantasy about you two fucking on a balcony, and possibly being watched.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

he does alright! he hasn’t dated a lot of women in his life but he sure knows where everything is and what to do to make them squirm underneath him.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

doggy style is his ultimate favorite, because he loves how jiggly your ass is when he’s slapping against you, and the redness on your skin after he slaps you. he really likes missionary because he’s on top and he can see you dying of pleasure underneath him. he loves when you ride him. your tits bouncing up and down makes him go feral.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

no. he’s very intense and sometimes can be angry (which is a turn on for you).

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

he trims it.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

if he’s more relaxed, he can go slower and take his time to kiss your body, and properly make love to you. it’s not that often, but when he does, he makes you arch your back, curl your toes and grab the sheets to hard your knuckles are white.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

it only happens when you’re away. when you’re on a work trip, you take a few nudes with your polaroid camera and put them in his wallet.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

hair pulling, lace underwear, choking and fucking you in front of a mirror.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

every flat surface of his house has been tainted, but he likes it more when he fucks you on his bed. he grips on the headbord and completely ruins you.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

when you walk around wearing lace underwear as if you didn’t know it’s one of his kinks.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

calling him daddy, and anything that could hurt you. other than that, he’s game.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

he’s a man, so of course he loves receiving, but he gets off with you coming in his mouth, so he has a very skilled tongue. he considers your first orgasm the foreplay.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

it depends on his mood. if he’s stressed or angry, he’s rough, which is very often, since his job is very demanding. when he’s more relaxed, he takes his time to properly enjoy you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

doesn’t happen very often, since he’s always working. besides, if it’s not going to be proper sex, he doesn’t want it.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

to a certain point. once you went to his workplace and he fucked you on his desk, but that’s about it.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

he can go two to three rounds. he will definitely make you cum at least twice, and he can last for 20 to 30 minutes.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

he doesn’t own any, but you do and he actually is very into vibrators, especially the ones he can control from his phone.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he doesn’t usually tease you, but when he does, he’s a little shit.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

he’s very loud and has a filthy mouth. he swears a lot.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

the bathtub in his bathroom is used exclusively for sexual purposes. you’re on top of him and that’s the only time he lets you be in charge. the water spills everywhere, but he doesn’t care.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

he’s longer than he is thick.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

high enough to make you cum at least twice, even when he’s tired.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

if he’s tired, he’ll fall asleep as soon as his body hits the bed. if he’s not, he’ll wait until you do.

[kny111]

Dr Anthony S Fauci, director of the National Institute of Allergy and Infectious Diseases and just about the only official in the Trump administration trusted to tell the truth about the coronavirus, said last Thursday: “The system does not, is not really geared to what we need right now … It is a failing, let’s admit it.”

While we’re at it, let’s admit something more basic. The system would be failing even under a halfway competent president. The dirty little secret, which will soon become apparent to all, is that there is no real public health system in the United States.

The ad hoc response fashioned late Friday by House Democrats and the White House may help a bit, although it’s skimpy, as I’ll explain.

As the coronavirus outbreak in the US follows the same grim exponential growth path first displayed in Wuhan, China, before herculean measures were put in place to slow its spread there, America is waking up to the fact that it has almost no public capacity to deal with it.

n America, the word 'public' means a sum total of individual needs, not the common good

Instead of a public health system, we have a private for-profit system for individuals lucky enough to afford it and a rickety social insurance system for people fortunate enough to have a full-time job.

At their best, both systems respond to the needs of individuals rather than the needs of the public as a whole. In America, the word “public” – as in public health, public education or public welfare – means a sum total of individual needs, not the common good.

Contrast this with America’s financial system. The Federal Reserve concerns itself with the health of financial markets as a whole. Late last week the Fed made $1.5tn available to banks, at the slightest hint of difficulties making trades. No one batted an eye.

When it comes to the health of the nation as a whole, money like this isn’t available. And there are no institutions analogous to the Fed with responsibility for overseeing and managing the public’s health – able to whip out a giant checkbook at a moment’s notice to prevent human, rather than financial, devastation.

Even if a test for the Covid-19 virus had been developed and approved in time, no institutions are in place to administer it to tens of millions of Americans free of charge. Local and state health departments are already bare bones, having lost nearly a quarter of their workforce since 2008, according to the National Association of County and City Health Officials.

Healthcare in America is delivered mainly by private for-profit corporations which, unlike financial institutions, are not required to maintain reserve capacity. As a result, the nation’s supply of ventilators isn’t nearly large enough to care for projected numbers of critically ill coronavirus victims unable to breathe for themselves. Its 45,000 intensive care unit beds fall woefully short of the 2.9 million likely to be needed.

The Fed can close banks to quarantine financial crises but the US can’t close workplaces because the nation’s social insurance system depends on people going to work.

Almost 30% of American workers have no paid sick leave from their employers, including 70% of low-income workers earning less than $10.49 an hour. Vast numbers of self-employed workers cannot afford sick leave. Friday’s deal between House Democrats and the White House won’t have much effect because it exempts large employers and offers waivers to smaller ones.

Most jobless Americans don’t qualify for unemployment insurance because they haven’t worked long enough in a steady job and the ad-hoc deal doesn’t alter this. Meanwhile, more than 30 million Americans have no health insurance. Eligibility for Medicaid, food stamps and other public assistance is now linked to having or actively looking for work.

It’s hard to close public schools because most working parents cannot afford childcare. Many poor children rely on school lunches for their only square meal a day. In Los Angeles, about 80% of students qualify for free or reduced lunches and just under 20,000 are homeless at some point during the school year.

There is no public health system in the US, in short, because the richest nation in the world has no capacity to protect the public as a whole, apart from national defense. Ad-hoc remedies such as House Democrats and the White House fashioned on Friday are better than nothing, but they don’t come close to filling this void.

[tricksters-captain]

Dinah Lance/Victor Zsasz/Roman Sionis imagines - Little Bird’s Secret - Part 1

AN: I think I’ll make this into a short series. 

Overall Summary: It’s finally your 21st and there’s only one place you wanna go! However, you may land in some unexpected trouble... 

Pairing(s): Sister!Dinah Lance x Sister!Reader, Victor Zsasz x Reader

Word count: 2,799

Warnings: Strong Language, Mutilation, Knives

It was your 21st birthday which meant you could finally head to the clubs out in Gotham. You had underage drank before like most people do in high school but you never bothered sneaking in anywhere with a fake especially because your older sister would never approve and she was kind enough to still let you live with her after everything your family had been through. 

You and Dinah shared the same father but had different mothers so it wasn’t even like you were fully related to each other but Dinah took you in after you escaped your dad’s grip when you were 12. Dinah saw how he treated you and the soft spot in her heart couldn’t turn a blind eye. 

“Happy birthday kiddo.” Dinah smiled brightly as she brought a small round cake with a ‘21′ on top. You sat up in your bed and rolled your eyes. 

“Not a kid. Legal drinking age now, sista!” You raised your arms and danced on the spot as your sister shook her head at you. 

“I know. I booked tonight off work so I could pick your drunk ass up later. I don’t want you taking a cab, they’re overpriced and usually some perv is up front.” Dinah squeezed next to you on your bed as you blew out your candles. 

“Aren’t you just the best big sister in the world.” You groaned sarcastically. You knew this meant that she’d probably be asking some favour next for doing this for you. 

“Hey! I am!” Dinah shoved your shoulder with hers. “The only thing I ask is that you stay away from my work. You don’t need to be involved with that club, and it’s overrated anyways.” Dinah fiddled with the rings on her fingers as she spoke. 

“You can always quit, D.” You reminded her as you read her thoughts on her opinion of her workplace. 

“Yeah right? And find a job that pays me this well for this little? Hell no.” Dinah scoffed, pushing herself up onto her feet again. 

“I gotta run some chores this morning for Sionis in order to get this evening off but I’ll see you for lunch.” 

“Love you, D.” You reached towards her and you both did the handshake you two have had for years whilst you read the birthday card from her. There was a small chain inside that fell onto your lap. 

It was a gorgeous gold necklace with two small birds on it. You knew they represented the two of you and you didn’t hesitate to put it on.

For majority of the morning you spent seeing your friends and receiving all sorts of gifts, including a lot of alcohol. By the time lunch hit, you made your way through the east end of Gotham to the cafe you and your sister always visited.

You sat down in your usual outside seat and waited for your sister. Ten minutes past and she wasn't here, you allowed a little leeway due to her job but another fifteen minutes was pushing it without a phone call. 

You waited a little longer, ordering another mimosa whilst you sat there alone before you finally spotted your sisters car pull up against the sidewalk.

In her passenger seat, sat someone you’d never seen with Dinah before. He had white buzzed hair and strange red scars all over his face and neck. 

“Shit, (y/n), I’m sorry!” Dinah exited the car and rushed over to you. 

You watched the man behind her slowly get up and round the car, leaning against the door watching you both with dark eyes. 

“D, what’s going on?” You asked, worry filling your face.

“I’m stuck at work still. I left my phone at the club by accident and couldn’t call.” Dinah explained, 

“So no lunch?” Your eyes couldn’t help but pass Dinah again to the man stood behind. He was distracting... Alluring almost. 

“Ignore him.” Dinah stepped in front of your view of him and brought your attention back to her. “Look, I’ll make it up to you, okay?” She pulled out some cash and you refused it. 

“It’s fine. Shit happens. You can take me for hangover breakfast tomorrow instead?” You suggested, Dinah briefly hugged you and apologised in your ear. 

The man lifted a cigarette to his lips as your chin met Dinah’s shoulder and you caught a glimpse of something shiny in his mouth. 

“If I don’t see you before you go out, text me when you need a ride.” Dinah backed away from you and clutched her car keys in her hand. 

“Don’t worry about me.” You brushed her off as she seemed slightly stressed about missing your birthday lunch but also because she was even seeing you. Roman must be a strict boss if she was worried about spending five minutes off the job. 

When you were getting ready to go out, your girlfriends came over and you all swigged at your champagne and occasional shots of tequila as you got ready. 

You applied your lipstick and fixed your dress as the alcohol buzzed inside of you. 

“You ready? Black Mask Club here we come!” One of your girls whooped which made the rest cheer along with her.

“You know we can’t go to the Black Mask. Dinah asked me not to since its her work––” 

“––You always gonna listen to Dinah?! You’re 21! Break those rules already!” With that the girls won the argument and dragged you out the apartment to the Black Mask club.

You felt the nerves bubble inside of you as you queued up for the club but when the bouncer let you inside, you forgot everything Dinah had said before. 

“Holy shit.” You gawked at the interior of the club. Red dominated the most of the club with black hands everywhere including two large statues with eyes on the stage. Living in the east end of Gotham and never really having much money all your life meant you had never seen something so fancy before. 

“Drinks!” The girls dragged you towards the bar and for a split moment you took a second to notice the man from earlier sat inside a booth with a group of women and one other very well dressed man. 

He noticed you too. 

The girls were busy ordering what seemed like hundreds of drinks from the bartender as you continued to observe your surroundings. 

“My guests of this evening! Please listen up!” A man’s voice boomed through the club causing the music to quieten and everyone to face the well dressed man from earlier. 

“That’s Roman Sionis.” Your friend whispered, wiggling her eyebrows at you, knowing you'd find him attractive. 

“It’s come to my attention that we have a birthday girl in the club this evening! Can Miss Lance please come forward?” You froze at Roman’s request but your friends soon ushered you forward. 

“Miss Lance! Happy Birthday! May I asked how old you’ve turned today?” Roman clasped his leather clad hands together as his eyes finally found you. 

“Twenty-one.” You felt your cheeks go red as everyone stared at you. 

“Can everyone give Miss Lance a hand? And free drinks for Miss Lance and her friends for the rest of the evening.” Roman raised his martini glass up into the air. “Happy Birthday Miss Lance!” An applause followed and your attention was stolen by Roman’s employee with the scars as he let out a loud whoop and clapped along for you. His eyes attached to yours.

“My, my, Miss Lance. I would have never known you were our very own Miss Dinah Lance’s little sister unless Mr Victor Zsasz here mentioned that he saw you earlier where your sister was unfortunate to miss your birthday lunch today.” Roman approached you as the girls handed you a drink. 

The man with the scars was whom Roman called Victor Zsasz. His eyes made something inside you flutter as he stared at you with such an intensity. 

“Yeah, we don’t look similar at all really. Different Moms.” You explained, feeling weirdly anxious around the charming man. 

“Well, enjoy your evening, Miss Lance. You look absolutely darling tonight.” Roman tipped his glass at you like before. You smiled thankfully at the man and watched him walk away. 

Zsasz remained stood on the spot, looking you up and down with his hands behind his back before Roman was quick to call his name. 

“Happy Birthday, little bird.” Zsasz muttered, his voice just as deep and magnetic as his look. 

“What was that all about?” One of your friends grabbed your arm and squealed, giddy at the event that just took place and the idea of free drinks all night. 

“I have no idea.” You laughed with your friends before heading to the dance floor. 

You couldn’t help but notice Zsasz watching you as you danced and you didn’t mind putting on a little show. 

You drank and danced for a couple of hours before your sister started to call you. 

“Shit. It’s Dinah.” You yelled over the music. 

“Ignore it! We aren’t done here yet!” Your friends retorted. 

“I can’t! She’s called twice now! Something might be wrong!” You always trusted your sister and you knew you’d be mad if she ignored you if you had called several times. 

You took your phone and half empty glass out onto the smoking area of the club. 

“D?” You shouted trying to be louder than the noise around you. 

“I just wanted to make sure you had died of alcohol poisoning yet.” Dinah responded, 

“No, I’m all good! I’m having a great time! You never told me how lovely your boss is! He’s giving me free drinks because it’s my birthday!” You let it slip before you even realised. 

“You’re at the club?! (Y/n), I told you out of every bar in Gotham that the Black Mask Club was the one I didn’t want you in! How could you just blatantly ignore me?!” She was angry. 

You bit down on your lip and frowned.

“What’s wrong, birthday girl? Nothing should be bringing you down on your birthday.” A strong hand had taken your phone and ended the call for you. 

It was Zsasz. 

“It was my sister. She’s mad because I came here when she asked me not to.” You pouted, the alcohol making the guilt you felt worse. 

“Don’t be sad, little bird.” Zsasz ran his finger across your cheek, his eyes glued to your face. “I got you another drink and something to bring you up.” 

You took hold of the glass and the pill from the man but hesitated to take it. 

Your wide eyes looked up at him as he took the pill from your fingers and placed it against your lips.

“That’s a good little bird.” Zsasz purred as you let him put it on your tongue. “Now swallow it.” 

You did as you were told and Zsasz flashed a golden smile at you. 

“Come on, let’s go inside.” He took hold of you hand and guided you inside and that’s what you could remember. 

When you opened your eyes it took you a few seconds to realise where you were. 

Your arms were restrained to the chair you were sitting on and so were your ankles. 

You were in Roman’s club but it was dark, not like earlier, the lights were almost all off and a single spotlight focused on you as you noticed you were surrounded by men in suits and guns. 

You fidgeted in the chair, the ropes were really tight and your throat and mouth felt bone dry. 

“Roman?” You squinted in the light to see him swagger towards you with Zsasz by his side. 

“I’m sorry about this, Miss Lance but it’s just something I have to do.” Roman responded, 

You heard the door beside you open and you came face to face with your sister.

She was being held by a large man who you recognised as security with a gun pointed to her ribs.

“Songbird! Welcome! Finally!” Roman burst into his persona as soon as he saw Dinah. 

“What’s going on, Roman?” She asked, looking between you and the man. 

“You see, little bird, you’ve been working for me now for years and it’s come to my attention that I never knew you even had a sister.” Roman stated, circling his finger so that Dinah could be sat down to listen. “It made me wonder, what else didn’t I know about you?” 

“You never asked if––” Dinah was trying to defend herself but Roman snapped. 

“I asked about your family once years ago and you said you didn’t have any.” Roman argued, whether he was telling the truth or not didn’t matter. You shouldn't argue with Roman Sionis. 

“I’m sorry. It must've been when (Y/n) had moved out for a little while. We had a fight. I didn’t expect to see her again.” Dinah quickly came up with something. It was true what happened but you only lasted 24 hours away from Dinah before you came running home apologising. You two were all you had and neither of you actually wanted the other gone. 

“How do I know I can trust you, little bird?” Roman pondered, “You’d never betray me, would you?”

“No. Of course not. I’ve been working here for years, Roman, you can trust me.” Dinah was trying her best to remain calm but seeing you in that chair tied up wound her anxieties.

Zsasz walked up beside you and his smell suddenly engulfed you. 

You closed your eyes, licking your lips to push back the dirty thoughts going through your mind. This was not the time to be getting turned on. 

You opened your eyes when you felt a cold metal touch on your skin under your jaw. 

“Prove it.” Zsasz tilted his head to Dinah. 

You looked up at him, the adrenaline running through you making your chest rise and fall noticeably fast. 

“Leave (Y/n) alone. I’ll do whatever you want me to do. She doesn’t have to be apart of this.” 

“Oh, I know you will.” Roman stated almost casually, “I believe you, little bird.” Roman then started to approach your sister, standing directly in front of her with his back to you. “But in order to trust you, I have to give you a warning.”

With the word ‘warning’ Zsasz had the knife on your upper thigh, slicing a deep line across the skin. 

You cried out as your sister yelled your name. 

Security had to hold Dinah to the chair she was in to stop her from lunging to you.

“Consider this the warning. You betray me. You betray her. ‘Kay?” Roman was still smiling through all of this. 

Zsasz cut the rope behind you loose which allowed you to apply pressure to the cut on your leg. 

Blood streamed down your thigh to your ankle and into your shoe as tears stung your eyes. It was deep and would scar, you could already tell. 

“I’ll see you soon, little bird.” Roman pulled off his gloves as he walked away from the scene. Not even bothering to look at you as he left. 

“I told you not to come here.” Dinah rushed towards you, grabbing some napkins from a nearby booth to help with the blood. 

Zsasz then followed Roman. 

You had to go to the hospital and get stitches for the cut which hurt almost as much as the knife due to their shortage of numbing cream. 

“I’m really sorry. I shouldn’t drank so much and let the girls drag me in there.” You apologised as you entered the apartment. 

“Don’t.” Dinah held up her finger, silencing you. “Just don’t.” 

You watched her walk into her bedroom and slam the door shut. 

Leaving you alone. 

You sighed, returning to your own room to get changed out of last nights clothes.

A few hours went by when you finally heard Dinah move from her room.

You chased after her as she stormed from the apartment, slamming the door.

“D!” You shouted down the hallway but she was already on her way down the stairs, still ignoring you.

“Dramatic.” A voice behind you made you jump, spinning around to face whoever it was. 

“Guess you really pissed her off, huh?” It was Zsasz. 

“What are you doing here?” You asked, cautious of the fact that this was the man that just added permanent scar on your leg. 

“Tell your sister that she’s expected back at work first thing tomorrow.” Zsasz brushed past you, goosebumps tickling across your arm as it connected with his. “See you around, little bird.” 

Zsasz stepped backwards away from you, towards the stairs and something in his eyes told you that he meant it. 

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⟨ CHARLIE GILLESPIE. CIS MALE. HE/HIM. ⟩ though the mist might prevent some from seeing it, THEODORE “THEO” MOSETTI is actually a descendent of H E R M E S. it’s still a question of whether or not the TWENTY-ONE year old MCOGNITIVE PSYCHOLOGY MAJOR from NEW YORK, USA has taken after their godly parent completely, but the demigod is still known to be quite LOYAL & IMPULSIVE. 

guess who’s back, back again? it’s me, the local mommy long legs here to give you yet another character for me to try and do justice too. as ALWAYS please dm me for plotting purposes for this hyperactive boy, he is a fairly good egg. let’s get into it.

BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME theodore james mosetti NICKNAME(S) theo, teddy, tj OCCUPATION cashier at fireside records (part-time) SEXUALITY: pansexual AGE 21 DATE OF BIRTH april 2nd NATIONALITY american RELIGION spiritual THREAT LEVEL 5/10

PHYSICAL INFORMATION

FACE CLAIM charlie gillespie HEIGHT 6 foot even EYE COLOR hazel HAIR COLOUR + STYLE brown, almost like a caramel color. slightly grown out (he hates hair cuts) DOMINANT HAND right DISTINGUISHING FEATURES warm and welcoming smile, shaggy hair, bright sparkly eyes, broad shoulders, full bushy brows, small beauty mark to right of nose, freckles scattered through out skin. ACCENT + INTENSITY has a new yorker accent, especially strong when he’s excited (which is common) or angry (which is not too common) TATTOO(S) he has ONE tattoo, a smiley face on the side of his right hand with “just smile” scripted beside it. SCAR(S) long scar running along his left shoulder from surgery from an in game injury, a few little scars on hands from sports. PIERCING(S) one of his ears is pierced, he did it as a dare and honestly didn’t hate it so he kept it

BACKGROUND INFORMATION

HOMETOWN newark, new york CURRENT RESIDENCE athens, greece LANGUAGE(S) english/italian SOCIAL CLASS middle BASIC EDUCATION high school COLLEGE EDUCATION currently a junior in college DEGREE(S) N/A PARENT #1 holly mosetti & enzo mosetti (adoptive parents) PARENT #2 barbara hawks (birth mother) PET(S) growing up had two dogs, golden retrievers  RAP SHEET? clean as a whistle PRISON TIME? he would be dead, tbh

VICES + HABITS

SMOKES? ocassionally DRINKS? yes DRUGS? only weed, has taken ecstacy/molly before VIOLENT? not unless provoked OR sticking up for someone ADDICTION(S)? physical activity, perhaps? also enjoys reality television. SELF-DESTRUCTIVE? he can be at times. HABIT(S) excessively bouncing leg, pacing around, whistling (someone smack him if he does it too much), drumming hands on knees, rubbing the back of his neck, talking too loud. HOBBIES sports, sports, more sports, late night drives, playing guitar, enjoys listening to music for hours or watching sports. LIKES any sport but football and baseball are his favorites, the song brandy (you’re a fine girl), karaoke nights with friends, laughing until he cries, falling down youtube rabbit holes. DISLIKES overly-aggressive people, missing birthdays, wet socks, people who bite ice cream, overly seasoned food or UNDERLY seasoned food, quiet rooms. OBSESSION(S) once again SPORTS, ANYTHING SPORTS. and john lennon. COMPULSION(S) talking to fill space, he hates long pauses.

MISCELLANEOUS INFORMATION

HOUSE hermes ZODIAC aries ELEMENT fire ANIMAL golden retriever 

HIS POWERS AND PERSONALITY CAN ALL BE FOUND RIGHT HERE <3

EXTRACURRICULARS: capture the flag (vp), member of the choir, feminist alliance, lgbt alliance, theo tackles that (sports segment for radio), songwriting club

SPORTS CLUBS: captain of baseball, member of basketball, lacrosse and football.

WORKPLACE: somehow manages to pick up shifts at fireside records?? he is all over the place tbH?

HERE ARE SOME HEADCANNONS about the basic background info on my son, i might write his full bio.....i might not, WHO KNOWS, but i probs will. for now, here’s some need to know background:

theo was left in the foster care system at a very young age, his mother was an addict who gave him up in favor of continuing her life of addiction, but he was VERY QUICKLY adopted by the age of 2.

the family who adopted him already had an older son, who at the time was 6, and also eventually gave birth to a daughter who is 5 years younger than he was (she was a miracle baby).

he has diagnosed adhd, it was pretty intense when he was younger but after getting medication for it and diving into sports, it’s calmed down a bit...although it does still tend to flair up every now and then.

theo’s family was middle class, they lived in newark, new york (right outside new york city) in a humble home and were very tight knit. of course they had little family arguements here and there but, over all, he had a very wholesome childhood.

he found out he was adopted when he was pretty young, it wasn’t like his parents needed to tell him, he didn’t really look like his siblings or parents in the slightest but he was always assured that they loved him regardless and theo knew they meant that.

VERY MUCH involved in sports all throughout his life given his athletic ability, he loves sports (don’t get him started because he won’t stop). honestly, he just loves being involved and being a part of something. to quote high school musical “being a part of something special MAKES you special.”

outside of sports, however, he loves music...picking up guitar (mostly to impress a girl when he was younger) and he has a decent singing voice although he very much is more of a jock than a performer.

hermes claimed him when he was 12, he found out he was a demi-god when he was sixteen.

right before his sixteenth birthday, he was severely injured in a football game against another team. it was a rare day when he was off, as if something drained his energy, and he dislocated his shoulder. it was the ONLY TIME he used his powers to steal a larger amount of money since his parents would have to pay a lot for the surgery.

he is currently studying PSYCHOLOGY (cognitive) due to his adhd and wanting to learn more and help other people out there who might be struggling, although knowing how all over the place he is...he may switch at some point, who knows with him tbh??

SIMPLE WANTED CONNECTIONS FOR THIS GOLDEN RETRIEVER BOY:

best friends (2 or 3), brother/sister figures (2??), workout buddies (2 or 3), sports junkies such as himself, fwb (maybe 2 or 3, he is a pretty loyal little pup but he iS still a boy), exes (could end on good terms, bad terms, awkward terms who knows??), crushes (unrequited, mutual, secret??), enemies (1 or 2, theo doesn’t have many enemies but maybe someone isn’t about his good vibes?), party pals, coworkers, teammates, ANYTHING really.

i’ll probs make him a wanted connection page down the line when i get my stuff together hehe <3 feel free to dive into my DMSSSS!

[headoverjojo]

I would like some headcanons about how Bruno, Mista, Prosciutto and Giacchio kiss, hug, court and have sex with their respective s / o (I do not ask for anything too extensive, do not worry XD)

Hello, dear! Oh, sure :3 Here we go, hope you’ll like it!

Kiss, court, hug and sex headcanons for Bruno Bucciarati, Guido Mista, Prosciutto and Ghiaccio 

SFW

Bruno Bucciarati

Bruno’s kisses are intense. When he kisses, he does it with full lips, cupping his s/o’s face in his hands, gently stroking their cheeks and gently tilting their head to a side, to have easier access to his lover’s mouth. His lips are soft and plump, kissing him is like receiving a sweet soft cuddle! He puts love in every kiss he gives, from the quickest, when they’re just a peck before going to work, to the more intense when he comes home from a mission, to the passionate ones when he gently scoops them on his arms to carry them to bed. He loves to kiss them while hugging them tightly, as to protect them and never lose them; after the kiss, he usually gives them at least a couple more of sweet kisses on their cheeks, making them softly smile in joy.

Bruno’s a classic romantic, when he courts the person he likes. Flowers, chocolates, dinners… he’s a very attentive man, who always thinks about everything. Still, he doesn’t care about impressing his crush with the money he has; he just wants… to make them feel good. If he has time, he prefers to prepare himself dinner than to take them out; his house is by the sea, he loves to prepare the table in the porch, surrounded by the salty scent of sea and sand, watching with them the sun setting down in the water, while chatting… it’s his dream date. Something simple, but meaningful, that could make both feel at ease and good.

Bruno’s hugs are wonderful! His suits are soft and always smell goods, so it’s really nice to rub the face on them. He has the ability to make everyone feel safe, in his arms. His grip is firm, but not too much, as to leave his s/o the freedom to move and hug him as they prefer. He prefers to hug them while they’re standing up, gently rubbing their back; if they’re smaller than him, he’d put his cheek on their head, often also kissing their hair, welcoming their face in the crock of his neck -and kisses here would be the end of him. He loves so much kisses on the neck!-. In his arms, it’s like nothing could hurt them; his hugs feel like home.

Guido Mista

Mista’s kisses are full of enthusiasm! His lips are a bit chapped but still plump and soft, so kissing him is utterly nice. He’s one who takes his s/o in his arms and kiss them passionately, eyes closed, full lips, his arms around their waist or one of his hands on their nape, to keep them close. Sometimes, if it’s the right time for some spicy hours, he also gently nibbles his s/o’s lips, lightly sucking their bottom lip, smirking when they softly gasp. He also loves a lot pecks! Pecks everywhere, on the cheek, on the forehead, on the neck… wherever their lips can reach! He loves to give and to receive in same measure. Every occasion is perfect for a kiss! But morning kisses have a special taste. Being a utter romantic, he just loves to kiss the love of his life as first kiss in the morning!

Mista loves romance. To someone it may seem that Mista is in “love with the idea of love”, but it’s not so: Mista doesn’t idolize love to the point to be deluded by “real life love”, but he does think that the person he loves deserves to be courted in the best possible way. Flowers, chocolates, cute messages… his crush is going to feel so loved, when he courts them! He loves dates where they can walk around the city, something informal, something casual. An ice-cream and a lot of chats! He loves to hear them talking, he loves to know more about them, to laugh with them. Dates with him are fun and his crush would often blush in content pleasure, when Mista softly smiles at them, his eyes full of love as he watches them and his mouth full of sincere words of appreciation.

Mista gives bear hugs! The type of hugs that make you feel warm and protected, even if maybe a bit too much squeezed. When he doesn’t see his s/o for a bit, due to a long mission, the right instant he spots his s/o he runs towards them and hugs them with so much onrush to lift them from the ground and spin them around, laughing with them as he sinks his face in their hair. If his s/o is smaller than him, he also loves to hug them from behind, enveloping their shoulders with his arms and resting his cheek on their hair, with a happy sigh. Sometimes he slouches on them, chuckling when they protest, letting them even smacking his arms and chest, faking whines of pain that usually find their end in a kiss.

Prosciutto

Prosciutto’s kisses are passionate. He almost seems to start to kiss even before the real kiss has started, watching them with an intensity that makes their knees tremble. His lips are soft, not really plump but extremely nice to kiss; sometimes they carry with them the faint taste of liquor or mint -he hates having his mouth tasting of smoke, so, after a cigarette, he chews a chewing gum-. When he kisses, he goes for a full kiss: tongue and dominance are a must. Depending by the moment -being it a lazy kiss or a kiss before some quality time- the way he imposes his dominance can variate, but, anyway, his kisses never miss to make his s/o melt and sigh in pleasure. He also loves to kiss their eyelids, when they’re still sleeping, to wake them up in the sweetest way, and collarbone.

Despite his origins not in a rich family, Prosciutto was always taught the respect a partner deserves. And he never forgot this lesson: he utterly respects his partner and this shows also during the courting period. He’s extremely galant, showering them in attentions and small gifts. He also likes to make them some surprises, showing up at their workplace or house just to give them a bouquet and a kiss on the cheek, or just to check if they’re fine. When he has to stay out of the town for long time, due to a mission, he always tries to make up for this by spending as much time as he can with them. He never puts them in second place and is shows in how much he knows them: their smallest habits and quirks, what they like or don’t like… he remembers everything.

Prosciutto’s hugs are extremely protective. He completely envelopes his s/o in his arms, keeping them safely nestled against his chest. He doesn’t usually hugs them everywhere, but in private he does it very often. He also loves to keep them on his lap and holding them on their low back or hug them from behind and softly placing his hands on their hips and then belly, keeping their back on his chest. The best hugs he gives, however, are when he’s just awaken: those are tight, warm, they have that smell of sleep and blankets and his lazy and sleepy smile makes those hugs even more beautiful!

Ghiaccio

Ghiaccio’s kisses are like him: impetuous. His kisses are all lips, teeth and tongue; he doesn’t know what a “soft kiss” is. His kisses are almost bruising! But no one can say that they lack of passion or intention. He doesn’t kiss in public, not even a peck on the cheek; he reserves all forms of affection for their private life. There’s not a great difference from his normal kisses to the “spicier” ones, as he’s always intense! The most noticeable difference between his kisses is between his usual kisses and the sleepy ones: in general, when Ghiaccio is sleepy or really, really tired, he becomes way more cuddly and this reflects also in his kisses. They are softer, slower, in this case he lets his s/o taking the control of the kiss. It’s a total new experience, but nonetheless beautiful!

Ghiaccio doesn’t know how to flirt or court a person he likes. It’s just… so awkward, for him! And he usually doesn’t even do it, if he doesn’t really like a person. In this case, he’d ask some advice around, whispering and with the solemn promise not to say his “secret” to anyone. Prosciutto is the best candidate to ask advice to, and the blonde advises him really well. Even if Ghiaccio is evidently stiff and awkward, he tries hard and his best and this shows. He tries to stay as calm as possible, even if he’s in a too loud place, he listens to them, he tries to talk and interact with them as much as possible… and, after the first awkward two or three dates, he starts to relax for real. And now he becomes really a pleasant company! Ghiaccio’s not bad, when he’s not angry. He knows a lot of things and, until no one touches topics that could trigger him, he’s a really pleasant person to talk with. And, for his s/o, he tries his best to be this person and not the angry version of himself.

Ghiaccio’s hugs are crushing! As for his kisses, he doesn’t give them in public and doesn’t control his strength when he gives them. Especially when he’s back from a mission, in particular a long -and dangerous- mission, he goes straight to hug his s/o, sinking his face in the crock of their neck, crushingly pressing them on his chest. He doesn’t let them go until he’s finally relaxed and the best way to do so -and so start to breath again- is to gently pet his hair and rub his scalp. In this way, he’d calm down faster, finally releasing them a bit, just enough to let them breathe properly. When he’s sleepy, his hugs are still crushing, but in this case he wants more to be hugged than to hug; he often just nestles on their chest, humming as they hug him and caress his hair, his eyes closed. He’s unbelievably tranquil and cute, in this case!

(Under the cut for the NSFW part!)

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Bruno Bucciarati

As for everything else with him, also sex with Bruno is intense and meaningful. He doesn’t like quickies, as he likes to take proper care of his s/o as they deserve. He loves to prepares them thoroughly, to the point that they beg for him to finally start the main event. He doesn’t mind if his s/o wants to top, as he can admire them moving on him, while squeezing their thighs and hips, helping them to follow the rhythm they want. Usually, however, he’s the one in charge and he’s more for positions where he can watch his s/o’s face; he loves to see it twisting in pleasure as they go on. He also usually loves to hold their hands, interweaving his fingers with theirs, and kiss all their face and neck, biting down when he reaches his peak. He doesn’t mind if his s/o does the same, smugly smiling at them, a gleam in his eyes that makes their knees tremble and their core pulsing even more.

Guido Mista

Mista’s first thought is always to put his s/o at ease. He starts slowly, with kisses, touches and caresses, to relax them, even if they’re together since long. He wants his s/o to always have a wonderful experience! He’s the king of oral, so his s/o hasn’t to beg for him to go down, as he goes without being asked to. When they’re in the main act, he loves to hug them, to keep them flushed to his chest, to feel their hands in his hair… he also likes when they tug his hair a bit! It always drives him crazy, to his s/o’s utter joy. He hasn’t a marked favourite position, but surely he prefers the ones where he can hug his s/o, it doesn’t matter if from behind or front. He also loves worship! Both to give and receive. It makes him feel utterly loved and he lives to make his s/o feel so, so long worshipping sessions are common between them, as also cuddly aftercares!

Prosciutto

Prosciutto is suave, in bed. His hands do their magic, as he whisper heated lovely words on his s/o’s ear, puffing soft hot breaths on it, making them shiver. He knows really well how to prepare them for the main act, making them jelly and needy way before they even touch the bed. He’s a more dominant person, so the occasions when he lets them take the lead are really rare, but this doesn’t mean he doesn’t enjoy when it happens. He loves positions that allow him to have control, where he can pin their body -and especially their hands- down and where he can watch with a smug smile how their face twists in pleasure and bliss; he loves to see that he’s doing a good job making them feel like this. He prefers receiving than giving, but when he goes down he makes them see stars in minutes. Aftercare is gentle and loving, as he loves to scoop them in his arms and rubbing their back, whispering how good they have been while kissing their forehead and face.

Ghiaccio

Even in bed, Ghiaccio almost seems not to be able to contain his strength and onrush. Vanilla? He doesn’t know what it is. With him, everything is rough, and sex is so too. He loves to kiss all his way on their collarbone, chest, abdomen and down, on their core and inner thighs. As he goes down, he usually leaves a trail of bites and purple splotch, as to mark them as his, especially on their chest, inner thighs and the base of their neck. He loves positions that allow him to be in total control and he’s not prone to give them the lead, not even when he’s tired. Leading the act makes him feel more confident and it allows him to show how much he loves them. He’s not satisfied if they don’t cum at least a couple of times before his own release and one last hard bite. Aftercare can be a bit cuddly, if he’s in a good mood, or simple clean up and then sleep, but, even in the second case, he always hugs his s/o tightly -denying it when he’s fully awaken-.

[animeyanderelover]

Let’s continue with my favorite Arc from all I watched so far. The Yorknew City Arc!!I sadly couldn’t do it with all of the Phantom Troupe members because I had with some huge problems, either because I didn’t know them well enough yet or I simply don’t know how to imagine them as Yanderes😕.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessiveness, obsessiveness, paranoia, delusions, manipulation, sabotage, sadism, mind breaking, gaslighting, kidnapping, killing

Yorknew City Arc Hc’s

Chrollo Lucilfer

📖Somehow I can imagine Chrollo as a similar bad Yandere as Kurapika. He’s obsessive, possessive and manipulative. He has probably 0.003% emotions and that’s the really bad part on this. If you give someone like him, who never experienced much emotions, a person who manages to make him feel something you can bet that he’ll never let this person go. It’s almost too easy for him to find anything out about his s/o, they’re like an open book to him which he can read over and over again and still doesn’t get boring of them. He’s incredibly charming to the darling and will feed them daily with his sweet lies, trapping them slowly and ensuring that they can’t escape him. Also the aware type, he hasn’t much experience with feelings, but he knows for sure that they aren’t supposed to be this strong and he doesn’t care in the least bit.

📖Also the removal and isolating type plus the really lovestruck one. He wants to be the only one in his s/o’s life, the only one who owns their heart and he isn’t planning on being only one of many in his darling’s heart. And if he has to kill every person his darling cherishes and isolate his darling from every human contact to reach his goal then he’ll do it without a single regret. This guy sees in his darling everything he always wished for when he was younger and they’re the only ones who hold the key to his emotions. That makes him a clingy one as well, he only leaves his darling if absolutely necessary and makes sure that at least two of the other members watch over the s/o.

📖His possessiveness comes to a similar bad level as Kurapika’s so I would give you the advice to not even think about someone else because this guy will find out. Even though he’ll never show his jealousy the s/o can sense it because there’s this barely audible dangerous undertone in his voice that tells the s/o they just added another threat that needs to be removed to his already long list.

📖Do I even need to tell? It’s obvious that he’ll eliminate everyone who stands in his way of getting his darling’s love. This guy will most likely wip out every person who has and had somehow a relationship with the s/o in the past and present. Persons who insulted you, your old friends, your old bullies, the nice persons at your workplace, your old crushes, persons who were and are interested in you...Everyone!

📖I think he would at first try to court his darling into relationship with him and if we’re completely honest there’s no chance that this won’t work. At first nothing will look wrong for his darling since Chrollo seems like the perfect boyfriend, but slowly and surely Chrollo starts setting his trap to keep his darling by his side for all time. If the darling however possesses nerves made of steel and somehow manages to not fall for him then he’ll immediately kidnap them.

📖Terrible! That’s all I have to say to this. He’s ready to do unspeakable crimes for you and shows no hesitation. I can definitely see him as someone who will try to use a nen ability on you to make you fall in love with him. No chance in hell you’ll ever be able to escape since he and the troupe are always watching over you. If you somehow manage to escape then don’t feel guilty for all the lifes he’s going to take just to find you. The worst is that you might even fall for this guy despite all the bad things he does.

Feitan Portor

☠️First of all I would like to congratulate you on messing your whole life up for making him a Yandere for you. Feitan knows for sure that his feelings aren’t normal and you can believe me when I tell you that he absolutely hates the s/o for making him feel that way. He hates that he loves them! I believe he wanted to kill the darling at first, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it what enraged him even more. He’s a stalker, choosing to watch only from the distance and trying to figure out what exactly makes him feel this way and also hoping that this is just a very strong crush that will eventually pass by. Sorry to disappoint you Feitan, it isn’t. Possessive as fuck, he never really had much in his life and now he wants something more than anything else, the s/o. He’ll make sure that they’re only his.

☠️A sadistic, cold, cruel and strict Yandere. He expects his s/o to behave and if they don’t do as he says he’ll punish them without showing mercy, no matter how much they beg him. He never shows any kind of affection towards them and will terrify them on a daily base, he wants to make sure that they know what’s their place, he wants to make sure that they know that he could just kill them. He would never admit that he couldn’t bring himself to kill them and he makes sure that they’ll never know.

☠️Possessive~ Don’t try to make him jealous, it won’t end well for you and the other person. The moment his darling feels his bloodlust seeping from his aura they know they have messed up big and everyone in a radius from at least 15 meters will start trembling with fear because of his aura. The fact that he doesn’t say a word during all of this is even more nerve wracking.

☠️Don’t try to make me laugh. This man will give them something much more worse than death. He’ll show them hell and the worst part is that you’ll witness all of it because either he’ll bring you along because you need to get punished as well or you’re able to hear the dreadfully screams of the poor souls.

☠️Feitan is a stalker and just watched the darling for a long time before deciding to kidnap them, realizing that his feelings for them aren’t just temporary. For the s/o it won’t be a pleasant experience because as soon as they wake up they’ll see Feitan sitting near the bed and watching them with an intense and scary look in his eyes.

☠️I don’t really have to tell, do I? This guy punishes you as soon as you do something wrong and will use fear to keep you in line. He makes sure that you’re scared of him the moment you first see him. You also need to find the right amount of affection to give him because if you give him too much he’ll hurt you, but if you don’t give him some form of affection at all he’ll punish you even worse. He’ll never tell you what you did wrong and tells you always it’s your fault for making him this way. But just like with Hisoka this all comes from the fact that he doesn’t know how to act on his feelings for you. But with a lot of patience and a lot of pain from your side he might warm up to his feelings and you and will start treating you better.

Shalnark

📱Shalnark is a stalker and the obsessive type of Yandere. He can’t be near his darling all the time, but he’s always watching. This guy has most likely put cameras everywhere in their house to always be able to watch them and has for sure a tracker put in their phones to always be able to locate them. This makes it almost too easy for him to quickly gain every little available information of the s/o. He takes notice of the things they do and like, making sure to remember it all. Talented in lying and convincing his darling to do as he says what makes him the manipulative type.

📱He also possesses the traits delusional, clingy and lovestruck. He believes that the s/o needs his protection or else they would die in this world and he’s more than happy to give them his protection. I can also imagine him as someone clingy, even though he watches most of the time from the distance if he actually has time to spend with the s/o he’ll clinge onto their side as if his life depends on it. He grew up under pretty shitty circumstances and his darling completes him somehow. They’re like the missing half of him he never knew he missed until he felt the incompleteness when he couldn’t watch them.

📱Most of the time he watches the s/o from the distance, hacking himself into every security camera he can find to watch them. He gets jealous easily and will have an annoyed pout on his face whenever he sees his darling talking to someone else. Why would they do something like this? They only need him. If he’s with them at such a time he’ll have his slightly forced looking grin on his face and makes sure to whisper something at the other person without his darling hearing, his dark words not matching his beaming smile. I can also see him as someone who will start blackmailing other people or spreading some nasty rumors about his darling on the internet so that everyone starts avoiding him and he can be the only person they have left.

📱He relies most of the time on his hacking skills to ruin everyone’s life who he thinks deserve it. He’ll find out their dirty secrets and will spread nasty rumors, making sure that their whole life will break apart. If that somehow doesn’t work then he’ll resort to killing that person.

📱I believe that it won’t take long for Shalnark to kidnap his s/o, given the fact that he believes that they need him in order to survive. He’ll plan everything perfectly so nothing can go wrong when he takes them.

📱Shalnark is like sweet poison. His innocent smile doesn’t match his dark and threatening words! Don’t get fooled by his fake innocence! Shalnark is a wolf in sheep’s clothing, you won’t be able to believe that this grinning man can manage to do such terrible things. It’s useless to try to escape because this guy will find you wherever you go, he most likely has planted a tracker somewhere inside you so he can always locate you. His delusions don’t help either whenever you start throwing a tantrum he’ll just tell you that you need him to survive and you can’t convince him otherwise. That’s the reason why he isn’t afraid to hurt you, he’ll break your legs in order to prevent you from running away. He just wants to keep you safe.

Phinks Magcub

👊Phinks is the possessive, clingy and touchy Yandere. He wants the s/o to stay by his side for all their lifes and would go to extreme lengths to ensure that this will happen. Extremely clingy and touchy he’ll always have an arm around his darling or touch them in some way. Overprotective, his position should make it obvious why.

👊He’s also the lovestruck and soft Yandere. He’s very keen on his darling’s happiness and that they feel comfortable with him and he would be honestly so heartbroken if they should feel scared of him.

👊This guy’s jealousy is more than obvious. The moment someone even looks in his s/o’s direction is the moment he starts boiling with jealousy. He’s the only one who’s allowed to look at them! That’s the moment the other person is doomed.

👊He’ll snap everyone’s neck if he has to. No one can take the s/o away from him and everyone who he sees as a possible threat for his darling or their relationship will be dead very soon!

👊Phinks wants a normal relationship with his darling and also knows to some degree that kidnapping his s/o would make them hate him. But given his possessiveness and overprotectiveness there would have to happen only one small thing that might endanger his darling and then he would instantly take them. He’ll be really apologetic afterwards.

👊Phinks is just a gentleman for you and would never harm you. But to everyone else he’ll be a nightmare because he’s fiercely protective over his you and if someone upsets you he’ll be upset too.

Pakunoda

💘I was so mad when she died and I even hated Kurapika for a while after that. She’s such a sweetheart, just why?! However, let’s start. Pakunoda is the aware type of Yandere, she knows that the amount of love she holds for her darling isn’t normal. Also the obsessive Yandere. She has a huge interest in her darling’s hobbies, interests and favorite things and with her ability it honestly won’t be hard to find everything she desires to know out.

💘I can also imagine her as the manipulative and overprotective type. She doesn’t have the best past, she grew up in Meteor City and has seen some shit which makes her more protective when it comes to her darling. She’s also very talented in talking her darling into staying with her, always mentioning the fact that she’s just so worried about the s/o and always managing to convince her darling.

💘She understands the fact that her s/o has other people in their life as well, even though she doesn’t like it that much. But she wants to see her darling happy so for their sake she holds on for as long as the interaction goes on. She has an angel’s patience and can hold on for a really long time and even when she gets impatient she would never interrupt, just tapping her feet lightly. But of course she steps in when someone’s getting touchy with her s/o or she senses that her darling isn’t comfortable with the other person.

💘Pakunoda doesn’t care for everyone except the troupe and her darling. But she doesn’t just kill everyone who comes to close to her darling, she only kills if she has a reason too. With her ability it’s very easy for her to find out who is an actual threat to the s/o or not and when she knows for sure that someone plans to harm or try to take them away from her, she’ll get rid of them. If the enemy is someone strong who she probably won’t be able to handle alone she’ll ask the troupe members for help, most likely Uvogin who’s the most eager to fight.

💘Pakunoda isn’t the type to kidnap the s/o. She wants to avoid to do this under every costs possible. She really doesn’t want to let her darling find out how unhealthy her feelings are for them. She’s more the type to spend a few days in her darling’s house if she’s concerned about their safety and well-being, making it look like a normal overnight stay to spend some quality time together.

💘Paku is such a sweetheart!! She’s very gentle and calm with you and always respects your choices and gives you privacy if you need some. She might be a Yandere for you, but she’s very careful to not show it, you most likely won’t even notice that she’s one.

Machi Komacine

🪡Machi is a cold and harsh Yandere. She never displays much emotions and that counts for most of the time for her darling as well. She’s very harsh with her words, especially if her s/o did something stupid she’ll spit poisonous words at them whilst giving them a cold look. She is also aware of her feelings and was at first somewhat conflicted about it.

🪡Also the strict and overprotective one. She expects her darling to behave very well and will get very cruel with her words when they act up against her, but at the same time I can see her as someone overprotective over her darling. Because even though she’s pretty mean she deeply cares for the s/o and could never forgive herself if something would happen to them and she couldn’t protect them.

🪡She always has this annoyed look on her face so you’ll most likely won’t be able to tell exactly when she’s jealous. I can see her as someone who will react passive aggressive. She’ll be more hostile towards the other person who makes her jealous, slipping some pretty mean words here and there in about them and at some point this person will start to feel very intimidated by her harsh glare and also very self-cautious because of her cruel comments.

🪡She has sharp intuitions and is good at telling if someone could be dangerous for her darling or their relationship with her. So she’s willing to get rid of everyone who she sees as a possible threat. But of course she’s careful with it, not wanting the s/o finding out because this could scare them more away from her.

🪡Machi will only kidnap her darling if they would find out who she really is or if they break for some other reason every contact up they had with her. Then she’ll take her darling without a second thought and locks them somewhere up where they can’t escape her.

🪡Machi might at first look like a really cold one, but I guess over time she’ll warm up to you and show you a more softer side she doesn’t show everyone. Of course she’ll curse at you when you hurt yourself and call you stupid and dumb, but she’s quick to stitch your wounds, very careful with not hurting you. And of course she often insults you when angry, but is always your shoulder to cry on when you need comfort.

Shizuku Murasaki

🧠Shizuku is the obsessive type, she’s normally very forgetful, but for some reason she doesn’t forget things like the s/o’s name, birthday, favorite color, hobbies and all this other stuff. Even if she forgets it she’ll always find it out again, showing a huge interest in everything her darling does. That makes her believe that her darling must be someone special to her.

🧠This leads us to the delusional type. She hears and sees only what she wants to see and hear and if they try to run away she’ll forget it. Nothing can change the ideal picture she has in her mind and if her darling does something to ruin this picture she’s quick to erase that memory. She also imagines things she and her darling did together that never really happened, but she’s convinced that it happened. Also the clingy type, give her all of your attention!

🧠Shizuku expects her darling to pour their whole attention towards her when she’s with them and gets jealous of whoever prevents the s/o of giving their whole attention to her. It won’t show on her face how she really feels about it and that’s the problem because the s/o won’t see how she feels. They just continue the conversation with the other person, making Shizuku more and more jealous without even realizing that they do.

🧠Shizuku might forget things fastly, but she won’t forget the person who took her darling’s attention away from her or this guy who got a bit too touchy with her s/o. Because of her more innocent look and air headed character most people underestimate her which is the biggest mistake they can ever do in their lifes. It’ll be also the last mistake they’ll ever make in their lifes.

🧠I don’t think Shizuku would kidnap the s/o because she believes that they love her just as much as she does and is very chill about letting the s/o meet their family and friends. But you need to repay that kindness later on to her in form of showing her affection or else she’ll start seeing your close ones as threats.

🧠Her delusions here are the worst and best thing at the same time. On the one hand she’ll never give up on the thought that you love her as well and she’ll always misinterpreted your words into what she wants to hear, but on the other hand she’ll always forget when you did something wrong and lets you wander around freely simply because she’s convinced that you would never leave her because you love her.

Uvogin

🫀Uvogin is the overprotective and lovestruck Yandere. He’s almost even more protective over his s/o than over his troupe, especially when they can’t use nen. Then this guy will be like their personal guard dog. I can also see him as a lovestruck one, he becomes such a softie when he’s near his darling.

🫀Also a touchy and clingy one. It might be surprising, but he lives for his s/o’s attention and stays always, when he doesn’t have some business in the group, with his darling which is also connected with his overprotectiveness. Also an absolute fan of physical affection, handholding, cuddling, anything!

🫀He looses patience very fast, but most people don’t even dare to come close enough to his darling since Uvogin is very intimidating. If someone actually possesses the guts to talk to them, which is most likely when Uvogin is for some reason not beside you, then this person will sense the next person something big towering over them. They don’t even turn around, they just run like a frightened bunny.

🫀As mentioned most people don’t even dare to glance wrongly into the s/o’s direction because Uvogin is always with you. The only time someone would have the chance to somehow do something to the darling when he’s away with the troupe. But the moment he gets back and finds out that someone dared to flirt with his s/o or even worse, harmed them in some way is the moment he’s ready to rip this person apart. It will be anything, but pleasant.

🫀He trusts his darling enough to not try anything behind his back or try to run away from him. The darling doesn’t have much contact anyways since basically anyone’s too scared to come even near them, being afraid of Uvogin. That allows him to have his darling nearly all for himself, but he’s okay with it when they want to visit their family. Overall he doesn’t really like the thought of kidnapping them, something really extreme would have to happen for him to take this extreme step. One example being if his s/o nearly got killed whilst he wasn’t there to protect them. Then he would take them from their home, wanting to assure that he can always protect them.

🫀He’s one of the more softer ones from this list. It’s funny that this dude here is willing to become your personal big teddy bear if you ask him to. Also a Yandere who would never hurt his darling, under no circumstances. He’ll totally spoil you, getting you everything you desire.

[supervillain-smut]

Alphabet - Eobard Thawne

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Eobard is incredibly sweet when it comes to aftercare. He'll massage, cuddle, talk. Whatever you want to do, but he'll have such a loving look in his eyes, like you're the most beautiful thing he's ever seen (and to him you are).

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite part of his lover is for sure their neck. He can bite and kiss all he wants.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He enjoys cumming deep inside his partner, latching on and pushing in as deep as he can when he climaxes. If its an intense orgasm sometimes he'll end up on his toes trying to thrust in deep.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He adores being overstimulated. As a speedster, not a lot of people can keep up with him, but if you manage to make him cum even twice, he's satisfied (not really he'll probably want you to do it again. And again.)

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He is *very* experienced, knowing all the right spots and touches to make you squirm and moan.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

With you bent over somehow. On all fours on the bed, bent over a table, counter or desk, bent over with your hands on the wall with your legs spread as far apart as is possible for you to still be standing. All good positions for him.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Depends on how it starts. If you start it flirtatiously and humorous he'll play along and it will stay that way. Straddle him and demand, and it'll stay serious, but either way he's loving about it.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Well groomed with minimal hair down there.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He's on a very fine line most of the time, but if you ask him, he can go slow, take his time, allow for both of you to do some exploring of the others' body, look into your eyes. On the other hand, he can be rough, using you as his toy (with your consent, of course) and using his superspeed to get both of you off.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

You were dissapointed to learn that if you're even 10 minutes late from work, you'll find him either in the bedroom or shower jerking off because he got too pent up thinking about what to do to you when you got home.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

He enjoys edging, overstimulation, and using himself as a vibrator on you.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere that's private. He doesn't enjoy the idea of someone catching you two and someone seeing you, that's for him and him alone. Anywhere in the house, and he's down. Shower, bedroom, the walls, couch, sometimes even the floor.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

He gets a kick out of catching your eyes wandering over his body, biting your lip, and soft touches to his torso. Run your hand over his chest or his abdomen, and he'll start breathing unevenly.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He won't hurt you, he won't yank your hair, he won't throw you against anything, save for on the bed, he wont force anything on you, no matter how needy he is. You tell him no, it means no, and he'll take care of it himself, and he won't try and guilt trip you about it either. He's a completely different person with you. Oh, don't expect any form of sharing. That's the biggest nope of them all.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He loves giving. Moving his tongue as fast as he can, and if you grip his hair, or arch your back, you'll drive him up the wall.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Like I've mentioned before, he can pull either of these off, but what he manages to do amazingly is the inbetweens. Slow and rough, and fast and sensual. Whatever you're in the mood for.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He doesn't usually like them, not one bit, but if you tease him in say, the workplace, he won't hesitate.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He's only up for experimenting if you want to, other than that he won't say a word about it.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He's a speedster. You'll brake before he does, and if you're into overstimulation yourself, well he's good at that. But this man can and will cum on demand, if you say it right.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Who needs a toy when you have him? He despises them. Bring home a vibrator and he'll bet you he can make you can faster, and throw it out. Bring home a dildo and he'll quip about how insulting that is.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

The king. Right here. This man. Edging is his specialty, but he really enjoys getting you riled up and then zipping away, and he's a particularly nasty tease in the workplace, one moment playing at your core with his fingers, the next on the other side of the room.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

It depends. He enjoys when you're louder than him, but if you're planning to overstimulate him, each extra round you go, the more he moans. Other than that he's a lot of heavy breathing, panting, groaning and growling.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

When he's close to his climax, he starts bucking into you like a horse mating.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

It definitely takes some adjusting to, if you're not used to something big. He's definitely above average.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Seriously high. You can forget once a week, he'll want every three days.

Z = ZZZ (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He tends to wait until you fall asleep first, being very protective of you.

+ (I'm adding a bonus head cannon)

When he's close, he makes the most beautiful face (IMO) he squeezes his eyes shut in concentration, his mouth hangs open as he starts to moan, and he starts resting his chin on your shoulder or buries his face into your neck, and he definitely makes a sound when he cums. Its a mix between a moan and a growl.

[smallnico]

do you have any trivia info about the actors or crew that you can put in a post like you did with the carpenters?

i definitely do, i was just waiting for someone to ask :p

crew:

- the crew have the weirdest fucking conversations in the box and over the headsets. they need to be paying attention to cues, and for the most part they are, but between cues, jay n kash are in the box having an intense debate about their old sonicsonas and what they think aspects of said sonas really reflect about their old wounds. meanwhile qi’s just standing over them pinching the bridge of his nose and occasionally reminding them to do their jobs, and mandy’s somewhere backstage being very quiet and responsible until the intermission, when she softly drops the bombshell that she once wrote sonic/shadow fanfiction when she was 13 and that it’s still out there somewhere. kash loses her goddamn mind.- jay has a huge crush on mandy, and as a result is very afraid of talking to her. kash tries to be a good wingman, but she’s not a good wingman, and most of her pep talks boil down to “the more you go out of your way not to talk to her the more you’ll freak her out”. like she’s absolutely not wrong but the various intricacies of social interaction and social anxiety go careening past her and crash into the nearest wall. kash is about as sensitive as a rock but she’s doing her best.- speaking of which, jay and kash are in the same computer engineering program on top of working on adjacent switchboards. they’re the closest bond in the crew group, with qi and saadah as a close second. qi spends more time with lani and olivia than with anyone else in the theatre, but he also gets along pretty well with saadah, the only person who can touch (and cut and style) his hair without sending him into a downward spiral. mandy and qi are also sort of friends, but they’re not the sort of friends that meet up much outside of work. saadah’s closest friends aside from qi are beau and theo.- kash also has a (far less debilitating) crush on mandy. she doesn’t know about it and isn’t planning on becoming aware of it any time soon.- mandy has a crush on hugh jackman.- saadah’s one of those people who radiates trustworthiness and chill. she knows a lot of secrets about people, and won’t share them unless she has to. she won’t judge anyone for the bad choices they’ve made in the past, as long as they’re putting in the work to make better choices in the present. she draws the line in reasonable places most of the time. she will absolutely not abide by tacky fashion trends. silly bandz are her sworn enemy. olivia once came in with about a hundred on each of her arms and saadah refused to speak to her for two days.- jay’s bedroom is covered in plants. one of his attempts to trounce his anxiety led to him bringing in the spiderettes off one of his spider plants into the theatre and offering to advise anyone who wanted one how to plant and take care of it. many of them still have their baby plants today.

cast:

- sofiya is miko (director, theatre dad #2)’s actual blood daughter! she’s the reason he stopped doing his old job and started doing this cool new one. she’s repressed every memory of his old job and has a potful of psychological issues, but she’s alright. really. she’s fine. it’s fine- this means her family unit consists entirely of theatre people, including miko, theo, grace, and beau. she’s at the heart of the whole huge round river found family, cus most of the structure of the relationships in round river is built around this one core grouping.- dom gets along well with literally everybody, with the singular exception of candace, who reminds him entirely too much of his very catholic mom for him to relax around her. candace is just trying her best to make sure her friends are all leading happy, healthy lives, but her methods of encouragement come off as. judgemental. dom doesn’t respond very well to judgement or shame, which is why he hasn’t tried to reach out to his estranged family in close to eight years. - lani tries to get along well with literally everybody, but she’s only beloved among the cast (and qi), who think she injects a pure sort of fun into their lives. the techies (including qi) all think she’s the absolute worst because of how many props and costumes she’s managed to remove from the premises, and because of how much inopportune improv she’s prone to do during rehearsals while they’re just trying to set cues and blocking. also, if you don’t get along well with lani, she will know and won’t care, as long as you’re not ignoring her.- chris and maven dated once for about a month. no one’s quite sure when this one month took place, and erol has a conspiracy theory going that the two of them are still hooking up in secret. maven will adamantly deny this. chris will not. (x files music)- chris has gotten both maven and grace out of jail, either by pulling favours or shelling out bail money, respectively. she’s the big reason why they’re both at round river. - candace doesn’t have any close friends in round river. she likes a lot of the others, and Wants to be friends, but she has trouble connecting with them, with the exceptions of sofiya and mandy, who make sure she gets included in things. candace is nice, she was just born with the soul of a white suburban pta mom. she’s the second newest to the theatre after grace.- erol holds the current record for “most hookups through workplace connections” at round river. they haven’t had a stable relationship since high school, but they’re having fun. i won’t tell you who of the other theatre kids they’ve slept with, but i’ll save you some trouble and say that it’s only three of them. the rest of erol’s record is filled out with temporary hirees and choir folks.- erol’s (very intentional on their part) insufferable hipster image is somewhat hampered by their very real caffeine addiction.- leandro gets along incredibly well with grace of all people. he too would kill for you, except he can’t stand the sight of blood, so actually, you’re on your own there. they have some shared life experiences. he keeps trying to convince her to try acting at least once.- leandro wishes more than anything that fewer people hit on him. everyone thinks he’s a twink, because he is, but he wants nothing to do with dating and even less to do with sex. he’s just a gnc aro/ace whose favoured response to being hit on is “how dare you presume to speak to me”.- on a scale of the most to least needlessly dramatic: leandro, chris, lani, candace, erol, sofiya, dom. mind you that on a scale of 1-10 they’re all still like, in the 7-10 range, with the exception of dom, who i’d put at around a 3, but only because he doesn’t have the energy to be very dramatic unless he’s performing.- lani and chris are those two girls you knew in high school who set their relationship status to “married” on facebook with one another even though they’re not even dating. they compete against each other for roles.- dom is the party guy. he’s the only one who lives alone, so the group usually ends up using his house for cast parties, but he’s also the go-to guy to call if you need someplace to crash for whatever reason. his couch is your couch, and the presence of a guest gives him a much-needed excuse to buy something other than cereal to eat.- sofiya is responsible for the only one of beau’s four rats to have a non-french name. there’s bebe, emil, eloi, and lasagna. lags for short.

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READER HOROSCOPES FOR MARCH 2018 Plotting your destiny with matriarchal literati 

PISCES

Welcome to March, my friend! It’s your birthday and you can cry if you want to, laugh if you want to, or curl up in an invisible corner with your journal -- you get it! But seriously, we can’t recommend a better way to usher in a new year than taking some time to reflect on where you’ve been, and where you’re hoping to go. Life comes at you fast, and this month will be no exception: things are changing quickly and there are a lot of factors outside of your control--but not all! What are some goals and milestones you set for yourself that, in hindsight, weren’t all that realistic? Use the wisdom and experiences you’ve gained since then to reset those expectations and adjust your methods to make your new goals more attainable. For a touching reminder of just how fickle and unpredictable life can be, your lucky book this month is a novel that explores the reality of loss and the joy of finding love and companionship anew. If you’re a dog lover, you’re really going to enjoy this one.

LUCKY BOOK: The Friend by Sigrid Nunez

ARIES

This month has all sorts of interesting things in store for you, Aries. If that sounded vaguely ominous, well, we’re not taking it back. You know that old British motivational phrase (now defunct internet meme) that starts with “keep calm”? Yes. That one. That is your objective for the month. While ‘calm’ is not your typical or preferred setting, practicing a bit of serenity will come in handy when the plans you think you’re headed toward at 100 MPH go sideways. Rather than continuing to barrel toward them, try slowing down, and envisioning what else might be accomplished. Some doors just don’t stay open forever, unfortunately. But having an open mind in the face of unexpected challenges will take you far! If the disappointment of your temporarily thwarted plans is really getting to you, call a life time-out (that’s a thing) and disappear into your lucky book this month: a fascinating peek back to the ‘20s and 30’s and intersecting destinies of two women who had no idea what their futures held. The promise of a new day and all of the freedoms that accompany it can quickly overcome your previously held negative assumptions...but only if you let it. Go on, give it a try.

LUCKY BOOK: The Chaperone by Laura Moriarty

TAURUS

Congratulations to you, Taurus, for making it through February! Shortest month it may very well be, there were a few points that felt completely interminable, so we salute you. And good news: March is going to be much kinder. So relax: unclench, shed that tough exterior, let some of the light in! This month will reinvigorate your appreciation for art--either through new creations that you dream up, or by getting lost in someone else’s. Try to let out the child living inside you, as it will only widely expand your imagination and capacity for love and play. Yes, you’re an adult, you pay bills, you have boring responsibilities, but you’re also a person living in a world that has new wonders to offer every day, if you just let yourself look. It’s possible to use the insight and wisdom you gain every day from living your very grown up life to inform the art you make or take in--rather than letting it burden or exhaust you. Even negative experiences can be someone neutralized through a unique or humorous lens. Fortunately, the author of your lucky book this month is something of a master when it comes to this. This memoir takes you through the life of a girl whose father is a married Catholic priest, and all of the misadventures--hilarious, raunchy, heartbreaking--that comprised her unusual childhood. Past hurts and trauma can make way for a more enlightened (and brighter!) future, so shine on!

LUCKY BOOK: Priestdaddy by Patricia Lockwood

GEMINI

Welcome to March, Gemini! You’re quite the busy bee this month; does your calendar have any open nights left? No worries, we’re just teasing you. Sometimes you’re on, sometimes you’re not so on, but this month is your time! Enjoy meeting new people and charming the pants off of them; many of these relationships you establish now will prove mutually beneficial in the immediate future and further down the line. Of course, this doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be discerning. After every date, outing, or social event, do a solo recap of everyone you meet, ideas that were proposed, new ventures you’re considering. What are the pros, what are the cons? Think carefully and weigh all of your options; no one is expecting answers tomorrow, as you shouldn’t be, either! Maintaining a clear viewpoint and cool head will be essential this month, as there’s some family drama brewing (isn’t there always?). There’s no need for things to turn ugly as long you keep those lines of communication open, which unfortunately, is often much easier than it sounds. Remain cognizant of old wounds--sometimes, they go back for many years. No one knows that better than the family in your lucky book this month, whose young daughter goes missing, the manifestation of a generational curse. When her older sister sets out to find her, she uncovers a host of secrets that change their lives forever. Trauma has a way of uniting family, but healing together will bring you even closer. Don’t be afraid to reach out to the ones who know you the best.

LUCKY BOOK: Forgotten Country by Catherine Chung

CANCER

Hey, Cancer. You’ve been working through some stuff lately, and it hasn’t felt very good. There come times when we have to pause what we’re doing, look around, and wonder why and how we got there. That’s kind of where you are right now: realizing that you’ve been going through the motions, not 100% into the roles you’ve been expected to play for some time now. If you’re questioning your place and second-guessing your enthusiasm, it’s okay! You’re not an automaton; people’s wants and needs change all the time. Pay attention to how you’re feeling as you navigate through the day: what’s wrong? What’s missing? Chances are, your dissatisfaction is showing in the parts of your life you see fit to share with others. Your group chats, your tweets, your Facebook statuses. Communicating your unhappiness is healthy, but be careful of where do you it. But more importantly, be prepared: what you’re putting out into the universe may come back to you sooner that you expect. When you gain freedom from the thing you feel is holding you back, what will you do next? The main character in your lucky book this month experiences much of the same anxieties and doubts that you’re facing this month, so dive in and take whatever wisdom you can from her intense emotional excavations. You’ll both come out the other side a bit spent, probably, but ultimately exactly where you’re supposed to be.

LUCKY BOOK: A Separation by Katie Kitamura

LEO

Listen to your heart, Leo! This month, let your compassion be your guide. What causes are you feeling called to? What news cycles have you followed diligently? What are the charities you consistently donate to? Take those passions and run with them: turn your care into tangible projects! Can you begin a fundraiser? Sponsor a trip? Hold a letter-writing marathon? It’s good to be concerned about things that are happening in the world, but what’s better is to figure out meaningful ways to put that concern to work in ways that feel feasible to you. But be aware: in taking on these projects, you’re going to be showing a side of yourself that others may not yet be privy to. This is how creativity works: when you envision a product that will go out into the world, you’re necessarily giving a piece of yourself that reveals what’s important to you. Scary, but worth it, wouldn’t you say? In your lucky book this month, you’ll encounter a young woman who is on the brink of freedom, but experiences a true crisis of choice when her siblings back home require much more from her than she feels equipped to give. And when a young man from a powerful political family enters the picture, the stakes are suddenly much higher. When is sacrifice worth the possibility of love? Let this book keep your fire burning as you set out to make the world a better place this month, Leo. You’ve got this.

LUCKY BOOK: Home Fire by Kamila Shamsie

VIRGO

Well hello there, Virgo! Your energy levels are off the charts this month, and it’s contagious! When you’re feeling determined, there’s precious little that can get in your way, and it’s beyond exciting when you feel like you’re getting closer and closer to achieving your goals. Continue to be strategic in how you move--in your relationships, at the office, with your friends--and be sure that you’re not allowing your drive to completely take over. There will come times when you feel certain that people that you’re doing business with just aren’t at your level, and subtly persuading them to do what you want is the best course of action. While we’re all for playing to your strengths (and sometimes, saving someone from themselves is the kindest thing to do!) be mindful of when you’re playing into this: are you genuinely trying to find a solution that works for all, or simply focusing on number one? Tunnel vision may feel enlightening at first, like you’re working toward a singular purpose, but in reality, it’s blinding. You have the power to be the sort of person you’d like to work with. During your well-deserved breaks, pop into the world of a young museum curator, who quickly finds herself completely of her depth. Two years after the tragic death of the last curator, she finds that the secrets and lies of the past live on in the museum and its staff, and she struggles to bear the weight of her new role within the mounting tension. You may not be an Alena--or the hapless new curator--this month, but sinking into a tale about a dysfunctional workplace can shed some powerful perspective on your role as peacekeeper where you work. When new tensions arise and lines are drawn in the sand, how will you respond?

LUCKY BOOK: Alena by Rachel Pastan

LIBRA 

Libra, sit down, take a load off. You’ve been carrying a lot lately, and it may be time to look through some of the baggage you’re carrying, as it isn’t even all yours! Being a support system for loved ones is a beautiful gift, but within reason. How much of yourself are you giving, and how much time are you taking for yourself? What are your needs? Are they being fulfilled? It can be hard to feel good about withdrawing that helping hand when the people you love are depending on you, but if you’re empty, you’re not able to fill anybody else up. Slow down and acknowledge that you are just a human being, and you need to recharge just like anybody else. There are real consequences to running yourself ragged; you will not win any trophies for being the most tired, despite what you may think. Make a vow to yourself, or to another friend who you can rely on, that you will use this month to slow down and give yourself a breather. Find less labor-intensive ways to help, if you need to, or sub out for alternate systems of support that can help shoulder the load. Lose yourself in a book that is guaranteed to replenish you: witty, frank, and gorgeous meditations on how the victories in life, no matter how large or how small, change us for good, and for the better. You do so much, and give so much--know that the positive energy you’re putting into the world is making a real difference. Yes, you!

LUCKY BOOK: Small Victories by Anne Lamott

SCORPIO

Change is hard, Scorpio. It’s unsettling, and sometimes downright scary. But it can also be a blessing. Consider this your warning: opportunities are coming this month that may uproot some significant aspects of your life. This is good thing, though--with change, comes growth! But use any anxiety you may experience at the prospect of this change to examine what’s going on internally. Are there places in your life where you know that you’re getting in your own way? Are you trapped in a cycle of bad communication in a relationship? Are you holding yourself back at work because you’re afraid of taking on additional responsibility? Is there a goal you’ve been putting off for months or even years because you’ve convinced yourself you’ll never reach it? Now is the time to end the negative self-talk and take a chance on yourself. Stop feeding the impulse to limit yourself; it’s a self-fulfilling prophecy! Keep your eyes open; don’t let yourself be caught off guard by the new opportunities coming your way. If you stay ready, there’s no need to get ready. Your lucky book this month is just what you need to keep you on your toes, Scorpio. Sometimes a bit of fear is a good thing....and this novel of power, desperation, and broken souls is absolutely designed to unsettle you just enough to keep you paying attention. Get swept away in a Fever Dream, and then wake up to the reality of a new day on the horizon. Good luck!

LUCKY BOOK: Fever Dream by Samanta Schweblin

SAGITTARIUS

It’s oh so quiet, Sagittarius. And thank goodness--life has just been rather loud lately, hasn’t it? March will be your month to spend more time alone, someplace peaceful, and just reflect on life. You’ll likely experience a burst of creativity--follow where that leads you, by all means. That story you abandoned months or even years ago: don’t be surprised if you finally find your ending. The face that’s been in your dreams: it may be time to rent a studio somewhere and get back into painting. However your creative energies want to make themselves known, let them. This intense introspection and processing of emotion is healthy, and it’ll feel amazing, too. Of course, this doesn’t mean you should shut yourself away from the world completely. Taking it to that extreme may result in an actual depression, so accept company when you feel up to it, and give your parents a call, too. They’d love to hear from you. Your lucky book this month is a collection of vignettes by a character who is rather like you this month. Charming, quirky, interrogative of herself, her surroundings, the random pleasures and annoyances of daily existence. Take these in bit by bit, or all in one sitting, however you feel is best. It’s your world, Sag. Sit back and enjoy it!

LUCKY BOOK: Pond by Claire-Louise Bennett

CAPRICORN

March is a tricky month, so watch out. You’re feeling pressured to perform--whether at work, at your side hustle, or both--and it’s more than a bit stressful. How this usually manifests in you is your need for competition: how are the others in your field doing? Is there someone you perceive as on your level, and are you alarmed that they may be ‘winning’? When these sorts of thoughts pop up, try to identify them for what they are (unnecessary! unhealthy!) and keep it moving. Giving in will only result in your needing to prove yourself in ways that maybe, in the short term, get you what you want, but you’ll be leaving some pretty annoyed and hurt friends in your wake. No one likes a sore winner, Cap. Think about where this pressure may be coming from--is it anxiety, insecurity, a distraction from a larger issue? You have the final say over your actions, no matter how strong your impulses may be. Second-guess your immediate responses when you feel yourself going to that place. And maybe take a few more naps! Being overly tired always makes you extra snappy. For even more R&R, your lucky book this month is a story collection perfect for transporting you away. Filled with tales that explore love, childhood, parenthood with a light touch of the fantastical, you’ll have no trouble coming back to center when everything just feels like too much. You can do this, Cap. Just remember to breathe.

LUCKY BOOK: Awayland by Ramona Ausubel

AQUARIUS

Whoa, there Aquarius! You’re go go go all March with barely any time to slow down. But is that actually true? With so many crossed signals (quick question: just how many times have dinner/happy hour/brunch plans been thwarted by time or venue mixups?) you’ve got to find a spare minute to catch your breath. Move with purpose, not just speed. This goes for all areas, but particularly in your career. Where are you going, and what is your strategy for getting there? This path that you’re on right now, are you positive this is the best one? If it’s not, get off of it! You won’t lose any time by making sure you’re in exactly the right place; you’re actually saving it. Never hesitate to redirect your steps when you realize that it’s time. And don’t be too proud to admit when you were the one who entered the wrong address in Google Maps (it happens!). For a riveting tale of mystery, thrills and reversals, look no further than your lucky book this month. An orphan is raised to assist in a daring, seductive heist, but when she comes to care for the mark in unexpected ways, plans go awry and true loyalties are revealed. When you need refuge from the breakneck pace of your daily schedule, this book will be your perfect armchair companion. Inhale, exhale. Then dive in.

LUCKY BOOK: Fingersmith by Sarah Waters

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The Best Kept Secrets About sandale rieker

Does one at any time surprise in which the many dress rules have long gone? Depending on when and in which you are on any given business enterprise working day, the words “distant past” may well arrive at intellect. It’s challenging to make a decision if persons don’t really know what to dress in to operate or if they have got shed sight with the relevance of look to Qualified results.

The Queen of England is claimed to get told Prince Charles, “Gown provides just one the outward signal from which people can choose the inward state of mind. 1 they can see, another they can't.” Obviously, she was indicating what A lot of people are reluctant to accept; that men and women judge us by the way we dress. In all situations, company and social, our outward look sends a information.

Consider about to a occupied cafe at lunchtime. Go searching you at what folks are carrying and find out when you don’t make judgments about who They're, their line of business enterprise, their personalities and their competencies. Think about how you feel when you are wearing your normal organization attire as opposed to casual gown. Your choice of enterprise apparel speaks in your Experienced habits and credibility. It is important to understand how to costume for organization if you wish to market you along with your Business inside a beneficial method,

The way you costume is dependent upon four components: the business where you work, The work you may have in that field, the geographic area where you live; and most of all, what your client expects to discover.

Specialist Gown for Men

In Guys’s garments, manner would not improve drastically from period to season but business enterprise attire is about becoming Specialist rather than about becoming stylish. It’s about presenting oneself in a method that makes your customers really feel relaxed and assured with you. Dressing for fulfillment remains the rule. The Skilled businessman really should Take into account these couple of factors when choosing what to don to work.

Select a conservative fit in navy, black or gray possibly pinstripe or reliable. The standard of the fabric speaks as loudly as the color and will make the distinction between sleaze and suave.

A sound white or blue dress shirt with lengthy sleeves gives essentially the most polished seem. The more pattern and colour you include, the more the main focus is on your clothes, rather then your professionalism.

Ties should be manufactured from silk or simply a silk-like cloth. Steer clear of the cartoon figures and go for easy and delicate in order to improve your believability.

Socks must be calf-size or over. Be sure they match not simply what you're putting on, but in addition one another. A fast look in superior light right before heading out the doorway can save embarrassment later on during the working day. Check for holes at the same time for those who’ll be experiencing airport safety and eliminating your footwear.

Shoes ought to devoid of problem be conservative, clean up and well polished. Lace-up footwear are the choice in excess of slip-ons or flip flops. Don’t think for the moment that individuals don’t see footwear. A lot of people will examine your ft ahead of your deal with.

Belts should match or intently coordinate using your footwear. Once again, top quality counts.

Continue to keep jewellery to the least. Inside of a time when Males sport gold necklaces, bracelets and earrings, the business Specialist ought to limit himself to the conservative enjoy, a marriage band and perhaps his faculty ring.

Private hygiene is an element on the results equation. Freshly scrubbed wins out above intensely fragranced any working day from the week. Save the immediately after-shave for immediately after several hours, but never the shave by itself.

The finishing touch to the business person is his choice of extras: briefcase, portfolio and pen. When it comes to sealing the deal, a best of the line fit, a silk tie and a great pair of leather-based footwear can eliminate their affect after you pull out the ball position pen you picked up while in the lodge Assembly home the day before.

Qualified Gown for Gals

When Girls entered the workplace within the 1970’s and 1980’s in increased quantities than ever just before and commenced to maneuver into positions which experienced ordinarily been held by Guys, most of them believed that they necessary to imitate male enterprise attire. The end result was Gals exhibiting up at the Office environment in skirted satisfies or coordinated skirts and jackets with customized blouses concluded off with an accessory merchandise that appeared a great deal just like a gentleman’s tie. Happily All those days are gone. When the organization woman might now put on trousers to operate, she does it from a desire to look Qualified and at the same time delight in the pliability and luxury that trousers offer you more than skirts. Her aim is no more to mirror her male colleagues.

A similar Over-all procedures use to Women of all ages’s get the job done attire as use to men’s. Enterprise apparel isn't a reflection of the newest vogue craze. A lady ought to be observed for who she is and her Specialist expertise instead of for what she wears. Her enterprise have on must be appropriate for her field and her placement or title throughout the business.

Start with a skirted match or trousers go well with for by far the most conservative appear. A skirted accommodate is among the most professional. With a few exceptions, attire usually do not offer a similar reliability unless they are accompanied by matching jackets.

Skirts should be knee-length or a little bit over or below. Stay clear of extremes. A skirt over two inches previously mentioned the knee raises eyebrows and queries.

Pants ought to split at the very best with the foot or shoe. Whilst Capri pants and their vogue cousins sandale piele that can be found in assorted lengths from mid-calf to ankle are the most up-to-date trend, They may be outside of place in the conservative company setting.

Blouses and sweaters supply coloration and selection to woman’s outfits, but they should be captivating as opposed to revealing. Inappropriate necklines and waistlines may give the wrong effect.

Ladies should put on hose within the small business planet. Neutral or flesh-tone stockings are the most beneficial possibilities. Hardly ever dress in dim hose with light-coloured clothing or shoes. Keep an extra set of stockings inside your desk drawer Except the hosiery shop is future door or just down the road in the Place of work.

Faces, not ft, ought to be the point of interest in company so chose conservative sneakers. A minimal heel is much more Experienced than flats or substantial heels. Despite latest style and the sandal rage, open-toed or backless footwear are not Office environment apparel. Not merely are sandals a security hazard, they counsel a certain Formal agenda.

In regards to equipment and jewelry, considerably less is Once more a lot more. Maintain it easy: one particular ring for every hand, one particular earring for each ear. Add-ons should reflect your persona, not diminish your trustworthiness.

Small business attire is different from weekend and evening have on. Buying a very good business enterprise wardrobe is undoubtedly an expense inside your Expert long run. For individuals who Feel it’s not what you don but who you might be that makes good results, give that some additional thought. Enterprise expertise and expertise count, but so does private physical appearance and that every one-important first perception.