#not that i think the public *should* be let in on what supposed agreements were reached

[a9saga]

CBX's legal battle with SM supposedly ended on the 19th with their contracts being renegotiated and all three staying at SM and in exo. That shit feels awkward man lol. I mean it's definitely a good thing for groups to come, because we've never seen artists file for a lawsuit and stay in the group like CBX wanted to, and this being able to be renegotiated creates opportunity for the next person realizing their contract has slave clauses to put their foot down, but like. These guys totally heard that if they go through w the lawsuit and terminate their contracts, they're fired, they can't be in exo anymore, because its members don't own exo, sm does. That's not confirmed, just my suspicion, but I feel like there's no way that wasn't what it boiled down to.

[gojonanami]

I WANNA SHOW YOU OFF - SATORU GOJO

✴︎ summary: aka sugar daddy! gojo. when you accompany your friends to a bar rich men and women frequent, you catch the eye of a certain white-haired rich man, who is more than willing to spoil you -- in more than one way. ✴︎ contents: 18+, a lot of smut, fluffy, sugar daddy/sugar baby relationship, virgin!reader, fingering (f!receiving), oral (f! + m! receiving), but w/ feelings, semi-public sex, sex in a changing room, lingerie, nipple play, first time sex ✴︎ wc: 9,065

This had to be the dumbest idea you had let yourself be convinced to do. 

You sat in a bar, nursing a soda instead of a drink (because it was all you could afford), and you glanced at your group of friends who had all split off to chat up a different man. And meanwhile, there you were, at the bar alone. 

Your friends had seen a video or article online with a list of places that rich men tended to frequent, and after another dinner of instant ramen and looking at your dwindling bank account, you let yourself be dragged along to this bar.

You were surprised how easy it was for you all to be let in, but you supposed young clientele also helped to attract the rich ones the bar was really after. It was the perfect place to find a sugar daddy, or mommy. In your case, you were hoping to just find someone who would pay your bills month to month and possibly your tuition. But now you were just hoping someone would talk to you, much less anything else. 

You had sat here for about twenty minutes, and not a single person had approached you — you had felt a few men and women alike eye you, but none had spoken even a word to you. Heat crept up your cheeks and insecurities bit at your nerves as you stirred your drink absentmindedly — you were such an idiot— you should have just stayed in today, snuggled up in bed and watched Netflix—

“Mind if I sit here?” And your gaze snaps from your flat soda, ocean blue eyes stopping your breath in its tracks, his lips curled in all too tempting smile, and his snowy locks just tousled enough to look natural. 

“Not at all,” you manage to say, surely you were gonna catch flies if you didn’t pick up your jaw off the floor. He was gorgeous — as he slid into the stool beside you, his baby blue button up showed off his toned physique, his sleeves rolled up, as he looked over the menu. 

“Can I order you a drink?” a smile on his lips as he offered you the menu — non-presumptuous and didn’t order your drink for you — was he even real? 

“Just another soda, I don’t drink often, and I’m the designated driver for tonight,” though, as you glanced at your groupchat, you didn’t think many of your friends would be making it back tonight, at least not with you. 

“A woman after my own heart— two sodas please,” he ordered, “I’m not a huge fan of alcohol either. I prefer things that are sweet,” and his gaze slides over your body, “are you?” 

And you flush, trying to look nonchalant as your drinks arrive, “Take a guess,” and he hums, as he takes a careful sip of his drink, eyeing you. 

“Oh sweetheart, I don’t guess — I intend to know,” your eyes snap to his, playful mirth in his eyes, “and if you have a price, I’m more than willing to pay it,” he places his platinum credit card on the bar, sliding it to the bartender, “start a tab for me and the beauty right here,” he flashed a wink at you. 

Even though this is exactly what you had come “You don’t have to—“ 

“But I want to,” he leans forward, his lengthy fingers brushing against your hand, giving you ample time to withdraw, but you don’t, your fingers intertwining with his, his thumb rubbing against your knuckles, “you deserve to be taken care of, sweetheart,” 

You bite your lip, “and how do you know that? You don’t know me,” 

And he tilts his head, a wry grin on his face, “I know enough, baby, and I know that I want to be the one to take care of you,” he lifts your hand to his lips, pressing it against your palm, “now what do you say? I’m sure we can reach an agreement that you’d enjoy,” and his other hand brushes your thigh lightly, “and that I’d enjoy as well,” 

Your lips part as you stare at him — he could have anyone he wanted, that much was clear — the wealth, the affluence, not to mention his charm and looks — but he wanted you. 

And who were you to say no? 

He dropped you home that night, having his driver fetch your car for you after. You both sat in the back of his town car, his hand resting on your thigh, as he spoke to you, his breath warming your skin, as he leaned against you. He didn’t ask to come in or to take you to his place, instead he helped you out of his car, walking you to your apartment’s doorstep. His fingers resch inside his coat pocket, and handed you his business card, his personal number scrawled on the back. 

His fingers ghost over your jaw, as he tilts your chin up, the low buzz of the overhead light drowned out by your heart thumping against your ribcage, “Call me, ok?” And you nod wordlessly, breath hitching as he drew close. 

“Good girl,” he smiled, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead, “I’ll talk to you soon,” he winks, before heading back to his car, “you won’t regret it.” 

But here you sat, staring at his business card the next morning, the only proof that what happened wasn’t a dream, as you lie awake, staring at the number typed into your phone. 

Satoru Gojo. 

How do you do this? Hey it’s the person you hit on at a bar and propositioned to be a sugar baby? 

But you couldn’t get him out of your head — it wasn’t just the money, he was…smooth. 

Fuck it. 

You go to text him, but fate is cruel, and you hit the call button by mistake. You end the call quickly, and contemplate throwing your phone out the window, when your phone starts flashing with the exact number you had called. 

Double fuck. 

You panicked, as it rang, then taking a breath and picking the call up, “Hello?” 

“Gotta hand it to you, sweetheart, didn’t think you’d be so bold to call me,” Satoru is chuckling over the line, the sounds of the road in the background, and it was clear he was driving somewhere, “but it’s a pleasant surprise,” 

“Is it?” you ask, and he hums, a noise that sends heat across your cheeks. 

“Very,” he cuts to the chase, cutting over any of the silence that could linger, “could we have dinner tonight?” 

“Tonight?” 

“I don’t like to waste time when it comes to things I want,” and you’re glad he can’t see you — your knuckles pressed against your lips, “are you free?” 

“I am,” you say slowly, “but I wanted to ask, after dinner what would the expectations be?” You had no idea how any of this worked, what the arrangement would be, or how it would be handled. 

“There are no expectations except for your time,” he says, “we can take this at your pace, your rules, your limits - we are getting to know each other, and we both happen to want more, I’d be more than happy to make that happen,” and his words nearly make you shiver, “does that sound good, princess?” 

“Perfect,” you murmur, and he chuckles, “what time—” 

“7:00 PM — I’ll send a car for you. I have your address noted, and I have a little dress picked out for you if you’re comfortable with that?” 

You hold your burning cheeks, “Sounds too good to be true,” 

And he hums, “Well, perfect,” he echoes you, “because that’s what we both are.” 

The car is prompt when picking you up, and your roommates help you get ready — thoroughly jealous when they see a selfie the two of you had taken that night. And then the doorbell rings, and the three of you are rushing towards the door. 

“Tell us everything don’t miss a detail,” your roommates yell-whisper, “hot, charming, and so rich? I hate you,” 

And you shush them opening the door, as Satoru stands in a blue button up, simple slacks, and a grin that made your knees nearly buckle, “Well I am rich, she ain’t lying,” he offers you a bouquet of flowers — your favorites, all arranged perfectly, “and I’d like to think I’m the others as well,” 

“Satoru, they’re beautiful,” you inhale their scent, before you furrow your brow, “how did you know—“ 

“Lucky guess,” he smiled, fingers finding your own, “I guess we have the same taste in flowers, beautiful — great minds,” and he plucks the flowers and hands it to your roommates, “please take care of these, and I’ll be sure to take care of your gorgeous friend,” 

And he’s whisking you into the car, opening the door for you, as he slides in beside you, his arm sliding behind you, “do you mind?” 

And your heart squeezes, he’s so close, you could smell his cologne — a musky, amber smell mixed with his own scent — his strong arm brushing against your back, and as you peered up at him, a smile on his parted lips, as he stared at you with his cerulean gaze. 

“Not at all.” 

God, you were in trouble. 

“How’d you like this to work, sweetheart?” And you nearly choke on your drink at his blunt question, dinner now finished, as the two of you wait for dessert, his lips curled in his perfect smile as always, “I just want us to have an understanding, so I don’t do anything that makes you uncomfortable,” 

You shake your head, “No, you’re right,” dinner had gone on fine — the restaurant he picked was impeccable, the prices must have been astronomical (not a single price on the menu itself), and the atmosphere of the corner booth gave the perfect illusion of privacy, “we should talk about it,” 

The financial aspect is simple enough — he offers a stipend that was more money than you could fathom and even consider accepting — but after discussion, you settle on him paying for your tuition and other educational needs as well as a monthly stipend. 

“But this doesn’t include anything I choose to treat you to,” he smiles, fingers toying with the hem of the dress, making you almost shiver under his touch, “like this dress or this dinner,” 

“Fine,” you smile, gaze still shying away, “there’s still the matter of what I do for you,” you bite your lip, swirling your drink in its glass, “I’ve never done this before,” you admit, tucking a stray strand behind your ear, and he tilts his head. 

“Nooo, I would have mistaken you for a pro,” he teases, and your cheeks flush, as you sip your drink, mostly for bravery  — that was true, you had never done the sugar daddy thing — but that wasn’t what you meant. 

“I mean that too, I’ve never had this sort of arrangement, but,” you toy with the napkin spread across your lap, “I’ve also never…been with anyone before,” 

And he pauses mid-sip of whatever fruity drink he had ordered — more juice than alcohol (he didn’t prefer the taste of liquor), “At all?” 

You flush, swallowing thickly, as your eyes looked down at your lap, “I’ve been on dates, but never beyond hand holding — I’ve never let it get beyond that,” you never had much an interest, and the people you were interested in had never truly reciprocated— until, you glance at Satoru, now. 

He sets his glass down, his lips curled, “but with us — you think there’s a chance that—“ and you squirm under his gaze, “of well—“ 

And his gaze softens, “You never have to feel obligated to do that — no matter what we agree on for what I can do to help accommodate you, I don’t want you to feel like I’m paying a price for your body,” before he adds with a cheeky smile, “unless that turns you on,” 

You huff a laugh out, chewing on your lip, “I appreciate that, but,” you finish the rest of your drink, before sliding closer in the booth, your thigh pressing against his, “I want to know what it’s like,” and you lean forward, all too close, but he dares even closer. 

His fingers find your jaw, tilting your gaze up, “And you’re sure, Princess?” his breath warms your lips, and you can smell the sweet smell of his drink on his, “there’s no rush,” 

“Who said anything about rushing?” you murmur, and you don’t know if it's the intoxication from the alcohol or from Satoru Gojo himself, but your lips graze his first, barely even. Your lips parted as you brushed your lips for a moment, before sliding away a centimeter, “Satoru—”

But his lips find yours again, fingers cupping your cheek gently, thumb gliding along the soft slope of your cheekbone, “You’re right, you’re not something to be rushed,” he murmurs, words as smooth as velvet, “you’re something to be savored,” and his lips slide against yours, swallowing your gasp as he deepens the kiss with the tilt of your heads, before he’s pulling away, allowing you a moment, “does that mean I’m your first kiss?” 

And you nod, with kiss ruined lips parted and chest rising and falling, eyes half lidded with pleasure and excitement — all of which makes him want to kiss you breathless, kiss you silly until you have no thoughts but of him, “I’m sure I’m not yours,” you tease, a small smile on your lips, but a slight anxiety about your inexperience lingering in your words. 

He only chuckles, wrapping his arm around you to draw you closer, one hand cupping your jaw and the other sliding through your locks, “But you’re the only one that matters, sweetheart,” and he’s kissing you again, and your lips begin to learn the dance he was teaching you, as he steals your breath and sense in one fell swoop. And when his tongue asks for entrance, he swallows your gasp with a smile, as you part your lips for him. And you swear you almost hear him murmur, “good girl,” between fevered kisses and touches.

Now, his body leaning into you, pressing you against the plush leather of the booth, his hand rested on your thigh now, toying with the hem of the very same dress he had bought you, “Satoru,” you sigh, as your lips finally part a moment, foreheads resting against each other. His eyes take you in, kiss bitten red lips, your cheeks flushed. 

His lips kiss your cheeks, and then your forehead, “I think I should take you home,” his thumb rubs against your lips, pulling at the bottom one.

“What about dessert?” and he shakes his head. 

“There’s only one dessert I’m craving at the moment,” he murmurs, crystal eyes lidded with lust, as he cups your cheek, “and I wouldn’t be keeping my promise if I indulged, now would i?” 

“And if I offered…dessert?” and he makes a noise — a cross between a hiss and a sigh, before shaking his head. 

“I want to do this right,” he murmurs, “I know this isn’t a relationship, but it’s like one — and I want you to enjoy it, and if we rush into things, you may end up getting hurt, and not in the enjoyable way,” he pinches the soft flesh of your thigh teasingly, “let’s get you home, princess, and we can plan our next outing, and our next step,” 

And you rise, as he helps you out of the booth, as the waiter comes over, “Have you changed your mind about dessert?”

Satoru hands him his card, paying off the tab without even a glance at the receipt, “Yes, I had something far more sweeter and satisfying,” he winks at you, as he pockets his card again. He escorts you to the car, hand resting on the small of your back, his side pressed to yours, as if he was afraid you’d slip away any moment. 

The car ride home was spent with quiet conversation and stolen kisses, your hand slid up his thigh to tease him, as his lips slide over a particularly sensitive spot on your neck, both of you moaning lowly, as he stares at you with lidded eyes, “You sure you’ve never done this before?” 

“Promise,” you flush, a rush of pride settling into heat as you saw the way he looked at you, before your lips find his again, “but you make me never want to stop,” and he growls lowly, leaning forward his hand snaking around your waist to nearly pin you down on the seat. 

“Say more words like that and I may lose the hint of self control I have,” he groans, and he’s kissing you again, his tongue slipping into your mouth again, as you slide your hand into his hair, finding smoothness underneath his white locks — an undercut, fuck. 

“Maybe I want you to,” you murmur, and he pulls back to look at you with his crystal gaze, dark pools of lust that made you shiver, his fingers digging into your waist. 

“Don’t tempt me,” and he’s about to kiss you again, when the driver clears his throat, and the two of you glance out the tinted window and realize you have arrived back home. And the fact of the matter was the car hadn’t been moving for quite some time. 

You bite your lip, “Do you want to—” 

And he kisses you softly, his fingers tracing over your jaw, “I want to, but we should take this slow,” he presses another kiss to your cheek that only serves to make me pout, “it will be worth it,” and he leans in to kiss your other cheek, but you turn your head to meet his lips in another kiss, making his breath catch, as you pull away with a smirk. His lips parted, as his gaze darkens, “such a tease, princess — I was thinking you were an angel that I was corrupting, but maybe you’re the one doing the corrupting.” 

“As I should be,” you grin, before pulling open the door, moving to slide out of the car, “call me?” 

“If I don’t, I can always count on you calling me first,” he teases with a wink, “I’ll call tomorrow, dream of me, ok?” 

“And if I don’t?” and he laughs, leaning forward with that smile that always made your heart stammer in your chest. 

“Oh, you will.” 

“Satoru,” you whined, “can we—” 

“So impatient,” Satoru chides, chuckle rumbling from his chest, voice deliciously raspy from the makeout session they had just had, “forgot how needy you are, baby,” 

And how could you not be? Splayed across his lap, your back pressed to his chest, thighs spread across his now very damp slacks, your dress riding up on either side as his hands slid up your bare legs, his touch teasing enough to have you on edge, your panties growing more drenched by the moment. 

“I need—” 

“You don’t know what you need,” Satoru murmurs, as his fingers brush your hair aside, “do ya, baby? You just want—” and his fingers finally tease your inner thigh, “more, don’t you? Such a greedy little princess,” 

“Only for you,” and that makes him groan in your ear, his lips pressing a kiss behind it, before sucking at your earlobe, “please, Satoru,”

“We have a shopping trip planned, baby, gotta get you some new clothes for our little vacation, don’t we?” He hums, his fingers toying with the edge of your panties, “especially since you keep ruining all of yours,” 

“You’re the one ruining them, baby,” you pout, your lips pressing wet kisses along his jaw, “I know we promised to take it slow, but please, I’ve been so good— don’t I deserve a little reward?” 

He hums, two fingers pulling and snapping the elastic of your panties against your skin, “Let’s go shopping and I’ll see about your reward, Princess,” and your lips purse, as he chuckles, lips pressing against yours, “don’t worry it will be worth the wait.” 

And it was. 

That was how you ended up in this particular predicament, pressed against a changing room wall, the black dress he had insisted on you trying on for him, hiked up around your waist, as his thumb pressed against your puffy clit. 

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it, pretty baby?” Satoru coos, his finger beginning to press against the growing wet patch on your panties, “wanted to reward you, and you look so pretty and perfect in this dress, how can I resist?” 

And a whine leaves your throat, and he tuts, “Not so loud, don’t want the other shoppers to hear what we’re doing,” and his fingers finally pull aside the crotch of your soaked underwear, “you’re so fuckin’ wet, baby, you sure this pussy is a virgin?” 

“Satoru, please,” and he pulls your lips into a sloppy kiss, all tongue and teeth, right as his finger finally sinks into your needy cunt. He swallows your moans eagerly, as his thick finger curls against your gummy walls, reaching places you were never able to by yourself. 

“So fuckin’ tight, sweetheart, gonna break my finger, how would I fit my cock in this tight cunt?” And he drags his bulge against your ass, making you gasp at the size of it, “Gonna have to stretch it out, make you nice and loose for me,” 

“Fuck,” you whisper, and he’s grinning as his lips press sweet kisses against your neck, his finger pumping in and out slowly, your slick squelching as he does, finger brushing against that spot that has your knees nearly buckling, “Satoru, I—“ 

“Already gonna cum, baby?” he’s humming, while your lips try and fail to pout, mouth falling open in a silent moan as your walls flutter around his finger, as he fucks you through your orgasm.

But he’s not stopping, as your hand reaches for him, he’s caught you by the wrist, a second finger sinking into your dripping cunt now, “not done with you yet, pretty baby, I know you got more left for me,” he’s scissoring and stretching your walls - curling his fingers just right so he hits that special spot of yours. And it isn’t long until you’re cumming again, his hand covering your mouth, muffling your moan as you ride his fingers. 

“Satoru, please,” you’re nearly crying from the overstimulation, but you’re refusing to use your safe word, as he guides you and him to the seat in the fitting room, sitting on his lap right across from the mirror. 

“Look at you, all fucked out and pretty for me,” his fingers under your chin forces you to look at yourself —- your cunt dripping and spread open, his fingers plunged inside you still, your slick dripping down his hand, “so perfect for me,” he murmurs, “think you have one more for me?” 

His fingers move slowly, parting your walls, making you gasp, “Too sensitive,” you whine, but he’s sliding your lips against yours again, as his fingers begin to push into you, “Satoru,” 

“C’mon baby, this is your reward,” he’s grinning against your lips, “just relax and enjoy it,” 

And you don’t know how many more times he makes you cum. By the end, the dress you’re wearing was ruined, damp from the cum dripping down your thighs, “Don’t worry, I’ll pay for it,” he’s cleaning you up, before sliding your underwear back into place, “now let’s find some other clothes for you, baby — need to get you out of this dress now, don’t we?” 

“Do you want to stay over?” Satoru murmurs, his lips pressed to your neck, making you pause, “I’d stay over at your place, but with your roommates we’ll have an audience,” and he adds, “unless you’re into that,” 

And you roll your eyes, before smiling, “what would staying over entail?” 

“Anything you’d want it to,” he’s kissing your cheek, and then your jaw, and then your lips,“I just want to wake up with you — maybe make breakfast together, maybe a little more if you want to,” 

“That sounds perfect,” and you knew just what you wanted for breakfast. 

“Princess,” he hissed, his ocean blue eyes half lidded as he stared at you between his thighs, “this isn’t what I meant when I said I’d make you breakfast,” 

And you pressed a kiss to his weeping tip — you never expected a cock to be so pretty — but why wouldn’t it be on Satoru Gojo? If a higher being existed, it gave with both hands when it came to him — the tip was flushed red, every vein and curve was perfect, and it was so long. 

“Well this was exactly what I had in mind,” you grinned, your tongue flicked against his slit, collecting the pearl of precum resting there, “couldn’t wait to taste you, Toru — if I couldn’t have you fuck my cunt, I might as well have you fuck my mouth,” 

He swallows thickly at your words, adam’s apple bobbing, crystalline pools clouded with lust, “Careful what you wish for, Princess,” 

“I’m always careful,” you suckle at the swollen tip of his cock sloppily, drawing a moan from his lips. It was clear you were inexperienced — your lips and tongue were clumsy, your fingers grasping at his base were unsure, but the heat in your eyes only made all of your inexperience all the more arousing, “tell me what to do,” 

And Satoru swallows thickly, eyes fluttering down at you, as his lips slowly curl, “start by sucking at the tip, slowly at first,” and you do just as he says, all too eager, making him liable to cum on the spot, “now trace the slit at the tip with your tong—” and he grunts as you’re already doing as he says before his sentence is done, “good girl,” and the praise sends a wave of heat through your body, your needy cunt growing wetter by the second.

“Now, want you to slide my cock into your mouth, mind your teeth,” he warns, “no rewards for bad girls who bite my dick — that’s a lesson for a different day,” he adds with a wink, making you hum around his cock, making it twitch, as you take more of his length, slowly sliding it further into your warm mouth. 

He’s grunting, holding himself back from fucking your mouth then and there — there would be time for that, but right now, he needed to teach you right. 

He was a teacher — first and foremost. 

“Just like that, pretty,” he’s moaning, his fingers gently gripping your head, guiding your mouth up and down his cock, “that’s it — fuuuuck—” and he’s hissing when your fingers toy with his balls, as your tongue traces over his veins, forcing every muscle in his thighs from having you deep throat his cock then and there, “now can you—” 

And you suck at his cock, lips wrapped around, as you stare up at him, eyes lidded with lust, thighs pressed together, as you slurped at his cock, your tongue flicking at his slit, “baby, you sure you’ve never done this before?” and his hips begin to stutter against you, making you gasp around his length, “so fucking perfect for me, baby — know what I like without even trying,” 

And how is he this fucking close already? Is he the virgin or are you? His hips roll into your mouth shallowly, your fingers finding what couldn’t fit in your mouth and stroking it, all while his fingers grasp at the mussed sheets below him, “fuck, sweetheart, ‘m s’close,” and you’re only re-doubling your efforts, cheeks hollowing around him, “you don’t have to—“ but you suck at the tip, tongue laving at his length, and he’s spurting his load down your throat. 

His head falls back, as his hips stutter into your mouth, fingers tugging at your hair, drawing a moan from your lips. And his half lidded eyes falling to your lips around his cock, his cum slipping down the corner of your mouth as you continue to swallow.

“Fuck, baby,” he’s panting, hissing at the sight of you as you pull your lips away from his length, strings of his cum and your spit connecting your mouth to his cock, “such a good fucking girl,” he says, nearly a growl, “my good fucking girl,” 

You’re smiling up at him, watery eyes, as your tongue darts out to clean up his release from your mouth, making his breath catch, “You taste so good, Toru,” and god, you’re so cute — he wanted to spoil you, buy you the whole world and more, and he catches your thighs rubbing together — but first— 

And he’s manhandling you, fingers sinking into your thighs and he’s flipping you onto your back, his chest still heaving, sweat glistening on his forehead, and a grin on his lips. 

“My turn,” he murmurs, sliding his lips against yours, tongue tasting his release on your mouth, before kissing down your body, before he’s settling between your thighs. 

—he was going to have his breakfast. 

The semester wore on and Satoru became more and more busy with work. His messages became few and far between, and your time together dwindled to nothing. Although he still sent the stipend each month, you found your thoughts wandering to him far too often — daydreams between paragraphs of reading and review for an exam that you didn’t particularly care about. 

This should be the dream right? Money for essentially no effort. You had long forsaken the days of ramen noodle dinners and scraping by on your loans — you should be happy. You could go where you wanted, do what you wanted — but why was the only place you wanted to be was with Satoru? You pulled out your phone, refreshing the notifications over and over as if it would change the outcome — but it didn’t — still no new messages from him. 

Was he really busy with work? Anxiety begins to creep into your mind — or was he busy with someone else? Had he been hanging onto you on the back burner — waiting for someone better to come along? You open Satoru’s text chain — the last message sent was your own — and you chew on your bottom lip. 

Were you about to break your own rule about double texting? 

You type — Hey, just wanted to check on you. Been thinking about you a lot. 

You delete it. Is this desperate? What if he thinks you’re desperate? You’re running your hand over your face, pressing your knuckles against your lips.  

Fuck it. You type the same message and send it. 

Oh, it’s worse. Texting and having to wait for a response is worse — and now you simultaneously want to constantly check your phone and also chuck it in a lake. You lay back on your bed, turning and burying your face in your pillow. 

What the fuck were you doing? 

Several hours pass, and you place your phone in the kitchen, as you sit in your room, trying to focus on studying for your exams, instead of thinking about whether Satoru texted you back or not. You finally allow yourself a break at dinner time, and wander out, spotting a few texts from Satoru. Your heart squeezes as you pick up your phone and check. 

Hey baby, is that your way of saying you miss me? 

Because I miss you too. 

When’s your last exam? 

You bite back a smile — it’s on this Friday — I’ll be done at 6:00 PM. 

He types, and then stops, then types again, and then stops. Then he sends a simple “ok.” 

And you don’t hear from him again, which only makes the rest of the week a delight to get through. You’re sure you scraped by on your exams — Friday didn’t come soon enough, but it had arrived. You stretch as you leave the exam hall — bundled up in your jacket, as you make your way back to your apartment. But only, you're not the only one outside the building. 

Satoru stands, leaning against the side of the car, eyes on his phone as he stands in a long deep gray winter coat, a cream sweater underneath, looking utterly too perfect. He glances up, cerulean blue eyes finding yours, lips curling in a smile that you hoped was only reserved for you. 

“Hey, sweetheart,” and you’re holding yourself back from running, quickly walking over, and he’s closing the gap as well, pulling you into his arms, his arms sliding over your jacket — “is this all you’re wearing? We need to buy you a warmer coat,” 

“Satoru,” you’re shaking your head at his priorities, your fingers sliding over his front before sliding them under his jacket, “what are you doing here?” 

“Well, my project finished up earlier today, so I spent the day preparing a little surprise,” he’s tilting your chin up, leaning down to brush his lips against your jaw, and you shiver — most assuredly not from the cold, “we’re going on a trip,” 

“A trip?” you blink, utterly too distracted by his lips placing wet kisses up and down your jaw, nearing your lips, but always stopping short, “where—” 

“A hot spring — I thought we could use some rest and relaxation,” his lips hover right over your own, his thumb dragging down your bottom lip, “and some privacy — I reserved us a private hot spring,” and his palms slide down to your hips and squeeze, “just you and me,” 

“That sounds amazing — wonder what else you have planned,” your lips lean up and brush against his, making his curl into a smile, and your heart stirs — god, you didn’t care about the money, about the amenities, about the dates — he could have just taken you for a walk and you’d be happy by his side, “I missed you so much, Toru,” 

And he’s kissing you again, his hand sliding back to hold the back of his neck, deepening the kiss before he pulls away. You’re panting as he does, lips kiss bitten red, “I did too, baby, it was so difficult being without you — kept thinking about seeing you. I had to hold myself back from seeing you the minute you texted,” he’s sighing, “but that’s why I thought this weekend would be perfect — spend it just with each other, no distractions,” 

“Toru,” you murmur, “I need to tell you something,” you can’t hold back — you need to tell him, you need him to know, and his lips press into a pout, forehead wrinkled, “I think I have feelings for you — more than what our relationship should have,” your cheeks flush, eyes falling to the ground, and you watch your breath warm the cold air, “I don’t know if you feel the same or if we should stop, but I needed you to know because I—” 

And his finger rests against your lips, eyes nearly shining in the moonlight, “You really mean that, sweetheart?” and you swallow the lump in your throat, before nodding. And he grins, before his lips find yours in a bruising kiss, pulling you impossibly closer, wrapping you in his jacket as he presses himself against you, “I have feelings for you too — I have for a while,”

“You—do?” you manage between kisses and breathes, and you look up at him with wide eyes and parted lips — and you’re so impossibly cute — he has to hold himself back from taking you against his car then and there — “Satoru, please—” 

“I do, I do, sweetheart, you said you’ve never done any of this before, well I’ve never done half of the things I’ve done with you,” he murmurs, a chuckle caught in his words, “do you think I’d plan a trip like this for just anyone? I’ve never even engaged in this sort of relationship before — until I saw you,” 

You pause, mouth agape, “So you’ve never had a different—” 

“You’re my one and only baby,” he teases, pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead, “and worth every cent, second, and effort I’ve used,” And you bite back a smile, eyes slightly glassy, “what?” 

“I thought — I don’t know, when I hadn’t heard from you, I thought you had found someone else, that you were going to leave, and it just seems so silly now,” you shake your head, but he’s cupping your chin, meeting your gaze. 

“It is silly, baby,” he’s pressing another kiss to your lips, “because I’d never leave you — and I’m not planning on it, are you?” 

“No! No, of course not,” and he laughs at your eager reply, making your cheeks hot, as he’s burying his face in the side of your neck, “Toru—” 

“At this rate, you’re gonna make me fall for you, princess,” and your fingers card through his hair, grinning as kisses your neck, and you make him look at you — pale skin flushed from the weather or your touch, it could be either. 

“That’s the plan.” 

“Was this part of your plan?” Satoru’s voice is caught, as looks at you — oh and he could look at you forever. 

Your innocent lips painted pink, a perfect accent to the light cerulean lingerie that you had wrapped yourself in. The lace and see through panels left almost nothing to the imagination, but at the same time, hid just enough. You were a present ready to be unwrapped — and you wanted him to do the unwrapping. 

“You tell me,” you chuckle, twirling a strand of your hair between your fingers, letting your legs spread further apart, making him drop the bouquet he was holding, “nothing to say?” 

It had been a few weeks since your trip away and you had been hinting at wanting to finally have your first time with Satoru. But each time, he always ended up fingering you or sucking you off — he was hesitant, he didn’t want you to regret your choice. 

But how to explain that you could never regret him? Well, this was the only way to think of — a hammer instead of a gentle hand. 

And his gaze grows lidded, mouth dry, as he steps forward, “sweetheart—“ 

“You kept saying you wanted our first time to be special, but you don’t get it—“ you reach out and tug him closer by his tie, “my first time will always be special if it’s you,” you kiss his jaw, smiling, and he’s wordless as he stares at you, hesitancy eating away at your confidence “but if you don’t want—“ 

And he’s got you pinned under him, knee pressed between your thighs, his fingers sliding up and down your exposed skin of your sides, his perfect lips curved in a smile, “I guess we’re really not understanding each other, baby,” his lips ghost over the nape of your neck, as he inhaled deeply, before pulling back, his thumb now dragging over your lips, “I want you — badly,” and his fingers tease the fabric of your lingerie, “you don’t know how many times I’ve come close to giving into you, to wanting to just fuck you like I’ve dreamed about, fantasized about — but, I guess I was waiting for a perfect moment that didn’t exist — since every moment with you is special, right?” He teased, making you flush. 

“I want you too, Toru, so bad,” you rub yourself against his knee, “I can’t wait anymore, are you gonna fuck me or—“ 

His knee grinding against you cuts you off with a whine, “don’t tempt me so much, sweetheart, we gotta do this right,” his lips find yours again, all tongue and teeth, as he swallows your noises and more with pleasure, his knee rubbing against you in earnest, “gotta prep you right,” he murmurs reverently. 

His lips trail from your lips to press wet kisses to your jaw, and his fingers part your thigh further — and you let him with ease. And his lips tease the edge of your lingerie, “it’d be a shame to take this off, so maybe I’ll just take you in it,” his mouth closes over your clothed nipple, teasing it through the fabric, making you gasp,  “but then again, I wouldn’t  be able to see your body without any obstructions. Decisions, decisions,” 

And he’s snapping the shoulder strap against your skin, as he pulls his knee away, the dark damp patch on the fabric, “Plesse, Toru, I need more—“ and his lips curl, as his fingers tease your clothed cunt, two fingers dragging right down the slit. The wet fabric barely doing anything to stop the press of his pads against your sensitive folds. 

“So wet for me already, sweetheart? I’m flattered,” he grins, leaning down to inhale, before a soft moan leaves his lips, “your scent is as good as you taste,” making you keen against him at his words — you could never grow used to the sight of him between your thighs, his blue irises fixed on your cunt. 

“Just for you, Toru,” and he bites back a groan, his gaze half lidded with lust, “only for you,” 

He can’t wait anymore. 

He kisses up your body, teasing your bellybutton with his tongue, dragging his mouth up your abdomen until he reaches your lips. And he kisses you again, lips burning against yours, stealing any coherent thought with only a brush of his lips or a stolen touch of your thighs. But now his lips reach the waistband of your lacy panties, giving another broad lick, tasting you through the soaked material, before he’s sliding two fingers inside the elastic tugging it down your legs. 

“As much I love your lingerie — it needs to go,” and he’s sniffing the fabric with a small moan, before pocketing it with a wide grin,  “for now,” 

“Toru, those were expensive—“ 

“I know, my money paid for them,” he winks, making you shiver with a graze of his teeth against your inner thigh, “I’ll buy you as many as you like, as long I’m the only one taking them off,” his warm breath makes your cunt twitch as his fingers part your pussy, stretching out your walls — so fucking tight,  “s’pretty, all for me,” his thumb brushing against your clit, making you whine, “so needy, pretty girl — you need my cock that bad?” He’s thumbing your chin, making you meet his gaze and his cock throbs — you were already so fucked out — chest nearly heaving, your breasts nearly escaping their cups; your lips parted with pants and soft moans; and your eyes fixed on him, lidded and needy — it was enough for him to cum there and then. 

Was he the virgin or were you? 

“I’ll give you my cock, baby,” his tongue finally licks up your cunt, savoring the taste of you on his tongue — sweetest thing he’d ever had — “but I’m going to have your cunt first,” 

You’re a mess — moaning and twitching as your fingers grasp at his snowy locks, white strands between your fingers bury him deeper in your aching warmth, thighs nearly suffocating him — and he wouldn’t want to die any other way, honestly. Fuck, how is he so good at this? Two seconds, and you’re ready to squirt all over his face — the way his tongue drags against your insides and flicks against your clit, before sliding back into your sweet cunt, making your walls twitch around him. 

And he can’t help but grind against his sheets and mattress, surely leaving a stain on his pants — but fuck, he couldn’t help it. All he couldn’t help it — all he wanted to was sink into you, bury himself deep inside, until he made you cum over and over — but he wanted this to be good for you. 

It’s when his lips close around your clit and suck as your fingers sink into you once again and fuck you open when it’s all over for you. You’re moaning unabashedly now, your back arching and your legs trembling as you cum hard, his name on your lips in an almost scream, as he only eats you out through your orgasm, tongue lapping every drop of your release, as you come down from your high. Intense pleasure ebbs away to slight twitches and heavy pants, as you look down at him with fucked out eyes, his face absolutely covered in your glossy release, as his pink tongue darts out to collect the rest, back of his hand taking care of the rest, your cunt convulsing at the sight of him. 

“Know it was good, but didn’t realize it was that good,” and he’s leaning up, sliding off the bed to strip off his jacket before undo the buttons of his shirt’s cuffs, fingers deftly undoing his button-up now, “so perfect for me,” and he’s pulling his phone from his pocket, as he leans down to part your thighs for him, his gaze dark with lust as he snaps a few pictures of your leaking cunt, “such a pretty princess cunt,” and you hear the clink of his belt as he undoes it, your gaze lifting as your eyes raked over his defined abs and muscles, following all the way down to his v-line and below…

Fuck. 

You knew he was big — hell you could barely fit him in your mouth, but how the fuck was he going to fit inside you? And your nerves come back full force, but mixed with an excitement — an excitement and a relief that your first time — your first time would be with someone you loved, would be with someone that the word ‘love’ failed to encompass your feelings for. 

Even when he was a teasing ass. 

“Like what you see, baby?” he’s grinning, as he drags his engorged tip against your fluttering walls, smearing his pre-cum against yours, groaning as he watches it mix, “fuck, been dreaming about this for so long,” as he leans over you to press a kiss to your sweet lips, the lust mixing with love — an entire ocean of love that threatens to drown you if you look for too long, “are you sure?” the words are said with such concern, such care, such gentleness that it almost makes you want to cry — but you don’t know why. 

“I am, always, when it’s you,” and your fingers find his cheek, as you lean up to kiss him, his lips curved in a smile reserved for you. 

“Don’t go getting all soft on me now, sweetheart,” and you laugh. 

“Shouldn’t I be saying that to you, old man—” and you gasp as he presses the tip against your entrance, waiting for your go-head to push in — but that doesn't mean he couldn’t make you eat your words. 

“What was that, baby?” it’s his turn to laugh and yours to pout, before you’re pulling him close again. 

“Satoru, please—” and your gazes meet again, and there’s no need for any more discussion. He moves slow, lining himself up, making sure he is lubricated enough to slip into you. 

“If I’m hurting you—-” 

“I’ll scream,” you tease, and he snorts. 

“I’d like to see you screaming for a different reason, but that works too,” and he’s leaning down to capture your lips once more, as he sinks into you slowly. Your lips part in a gasp, your expression twisting with the discomfort you felt, but it wasn’t anything you couldn’t tolerate, and his eyes meet yours, as you give a nod, and inch by inch, he fits himself in you — until he finally bottoms out. 

You both groan, his fingers running through your hair, “So fucking perfect f’me, sweetheart,” and he’s not moving, letting you get used to him filling you up, “I know, it’s so much, isn’t it, baby? But you’re doing so well,” and his lips met yours again, as the slight discomfort ebbs away, all you feel is want, want as his tip finds your cervix, want as you feel your walls meld to his shape, and want when you hear the low groan stuck in his throat, “good girl, my best girl,” 

And you can’t help the desperate whine that parts your throat, “Please, move,” you nod, and that’s all he needs for him to pull back and thrust back in, pulling gasps and moans from your pretty lips. 

“That’s it, baby,” he grunts, as he falls into a rhythm, “fuck, your cunt is practically sucking me back in — getting the feeling you don’t want me to stop, sweetheart,” he’s pressing sweet kisses to your neck, in contrast to the dirty squelch of your cunt and the slapping of your hips with his as he fucked you. 

It felt so good. 

Your fingers find purchase on his neck, fingers dragging through his white locks and undercut, drawing him impossibly closer, as his lips close over one of your nipples, licking and sucking as he thrusted into you. And he’s guiding your legs around his waist, and your legs pull him ever closer — ever deeper — as he groans against you. He presses sloppy wet kisses along your collarbone, his groan vibrating against your skin. 

“Look at that, pretty girl, taking me so well,” he’s grunting, as he looks at where you two meet, watching himself sink into you over and over, “g’nna make you only want this cock — no one else’s — all mine,” and you’re so close — your head buried in the nape of his neck, and he could hear every pant, moan, gasp right as it left your mouth, “such pretty noises — never made these noises for anyone else, have you, baby? Just f’me,” 

And you nod, eyes fluttering shut, “Close, s’close,” pleasure building, like a coil ready to snap, you can’t find the words — “I’m—“ 

“Cum on my cock, Princess,” his fingers press down against your clit, rubbing and that’s it, “let me make you feel good,” 

Your walls clamp down hard his dick twitching in your cunt, a low groan leaving his lips, as he fucked you through your orgasm, and his hips stutter against you, low moans leaving his lips. 

It felt so right. Pleasure washing over you as your toes curled, your eyes nearly rolling back, as you came. And he can’t stand it much longer — 

“Where—“ he groans, your slick cunt too much for him, your cum drenching him, “I’m close—“ 

“Inside, please, I—“ and he gives a shaky chuckle. 

“So greedy, baby — want my cum too?” He kisses you, long and soft as he moaned your name far too loud, his warm, thick load spilling inside you, as he fucked it inside, “look at that, filled you up so good,” as he finally stills inside of you, as he eases out, groaning as he watches your mixed release slip from inside you and trickle down his balls, “s’good, so perfect for me,” 

He grabs a towel to clean you up, gently cleaning your thighs, murmuring sweet nothings. Before he leans down to press a kiss to your reddened lips. 

“Are you okay?” He runs his fingers through your hair, and you nod, as you cup his cheek. 

“I’m perfect,” you sigh, as he curls up beside you, burying his face in the nape of your neck, “and you?” 

“What’s more than ‘perfect?’” And you snort, before he’s leaning over you, “what?” 

“You’re such a dork,” 

“But I’m your dork, your very rich dork, who loves to spoil you,” and you laugh, pulling him close. 

“Just mine,” and he’s kissing you again. 

“Just yours.” 

And you find yourself at that same bar you did many moons ago. 

You nurse a soda, instead of a drink, because you didn’t care for the taste of alcohol. Habits die hard with the company you kept. You felt the gaze of several people on you, but none of them approached — and you didn’t mind one bit. 

“Mind if I sit here?” And you smile, stirring your soda with its straw, not bothering to look up at the sound of this very familiar voice. The same voice that had woken you up with several kisses to your neck this morning. 

“Not at all,” you reply, as you slide over his fruity drink — some concoction that is utterly too sweet — “you’re late,” 

Satoru sighs, swirling his drink in its glass. “Well, the business partners were particularly chatty. I think they knew we had dinner plans,” Satoru sips at his drink, pouting, as you comfort him with a chaste kiss to his cheek, “how’d the job interview go?” 

“I think they might give me the offer,” you smile, but you shrug, leaning against the surprisingly not sticky bar counter,  “I’m not too worried either way,” 

“I told you don’t have to work—“ 

“And I told you I want at least to work part-time to contribute something,” you remind him, as you lean close, fingers lacing with his with a squeeze, “don’t worry we will spend a lot of time together,” and he’s still pouting. 

“That’s not enough,” 

“Plenty?” And he relents, murmuring something about “that’s better,”, “where are we going for dinner anyway?” You raise an eyebrow, “such secrecy tonight,” 

“I have to keep you on your toes, sweetheart, can’t have you losing interest,” he smiles, as his fingers reach into his pocket, and you roll your eyes, unimpressed. 

“Never,” you roll your eyes, as he leans over and presses a kiss to his neck, and he’s finding your lips, fingers brushing your cheek, panting as he parts, “I know you’re trying to avoid the question.” 

And he only offers a grin, before he’s holding a ring before you, “take a guess,” 

You stare at it, blinking, your fingers covering your mouth, “Satoru—“ 

“I told you a long time ago here that I wanted to be the one to take care of you — and now I’m asking to take care of you forever,” and you can’t help but grin, “I’m sure we can reach another agreement — as long as you let me call you my wife,” 

And you’re already pulling him into your arms, lips sliding against his, as he melts into the kiss, “is that a yes?” 

You laugh, offering your hand, “put the ring on me,” and he does, sliding it onto your finger, smiling. 

“You won’t regret it,” and you kiss him again, pressing your forehead to his.  

“I know,” because saying yes to marrying Satoru Gojo was surely the smartest idea you’ve ever had.  

✴︎ a/n: s/o to @laneysmusings for being the best beta reader, and i was truly possessed with the idea of having gojo take care of me and hearing mei mei say that he's "so rich" and he's like " well, she ain't lying." I also didn't listen to agora hills while writing this fic, but i used all the edits of gojo to that song as insp for the title and header lol.

✴︎ taglist: @deegausserr, @satoryaa, @orianakira, @tinnkerbell, @laylasbunbunny, @aztecmoonwarrior, @empresslazingway, @chosoilysm, @idktbhloley, @lorain07, @dreampiies, @nestafarren, @daydreamermarimo, @hydraafk, @theonetheycallbatman, @soccasium, @clearlandchild, @indigoghnights, @cha-raena, @strawberiicreme, @thegreatandpowerfulloreothecat, @jgh15hog, @onlyangeltae, @satocidal, @mrsmoriarty-holmes, @arrloww, @kyyyynziee

[buckysgrace]

3. Favorite Crime

Broken Hearts Club Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Your first date with Steve ends differently than you expected.

CW: Oral sex (fem receiving), unprotected sex, semi public sex

“He’s taking you where?” Patty stalled the strokes of her hand, the brush a little too close to your eye for comfort as you awkwardly pulled away. You’d already reiterated all of Steve’s plans at least twice. Apparently the third time was when she was actually listening. 

“He said the whole nine yards,” You laughed nervously, “I don’t know.” You shrugged your shoulders, unsure of what you were supposed to say. She had been insistent on dressing you up, molding you into how she thought you should look. 

“He never took me to Enzo’s.” Patty sat back in her chair, eyebrows furrowed together as she chewed down on your words. You could feel the tension in the air as you tapped your foot against the floorboard. 

“Maybe he’s grown.” You suggested as you pressed your fingers together, not sure as to why you were taking you there. You still thought he was just being nice. Friendly. That’s how you remembered Steve to act. 

“You think he likes you more than me?” She asked quickly, almost snapping at you as her eyes narrowed accusingly. Your mouth suddenly turned dry as you shook your head, knowing it wasn’t like that at all. There was no comparison.

“What?” You looked at her surprised, feeling a little panicked suddenly, “No. No I wasn’t suggesting that. I just meant that maybe he wants to try something new.” You tried again, hoping that sounded better. You reached for your cup of water, sipping on it slowly so you wouldn’t ruin the lip gloss that you had put on.

“Right,” She pulled away, watching as you refused to look in the mirror. You couldn’t tell what would set her off more; checking out your reflection or refusing to admire her work. It was like walking on a wire, “I’m sure it’ll be boring anyways.”

“Probably,” You agreed as you nodded your head in agreement, glancing at your reflection for just a quick second. Your hair and makeup was nice, designed exactly as she wanted it to be, “Do you want a ride home?” You asked curiously as you turned towards her once again.

“I’m not walking.” 

“Gran,” You paused as you stepped into the living room, feeling a little awkward with how dressed up you were. It was just a simple blue dress, the shoulders puffy and the hem of it ending at your thighs, “Do you think you can give Patty a ride?” You asked as your friend stepped behind you, sending her a wave.

“Oh, Patty,” Your gran smiled tightly as she looked at her, “Always a pleasure. Of course I can give you a ride.” She sighed as he put her recliner down, dropping her needle into her yarn as she glanced at you over her glasses.

“I’m going out with Steve too,” You reminded her awkwardly, watching the way she stomped to put her shoes on, “So could you drop me off at the restaurant?” You picked at your nail polish, ignoring how you had painted them to match your outfit.

Patty was quiet the whole ride, leaving you with enough time to get your nail polish completely off of your nails. You were sure that you’d be iced out once again, but you weren’t why. You were doing what she wanted. 

“You know,” You drew out playfully once Patty had made it into her house, “This would be a lot easier if I could get a car again.” You suggested with a smile, hoping that you might sweeten her up again. 

“You know,” Your gran replied in the same sing-song tone, “You could’ve not let your friend drive your car.” She reminded you, shaking her head as she shut the conversation down once again. It was your responsibility at the end of the day. 

“I couldn’t say no.” You mumbled as you stuck your legs out in front of you, sighing deeply as you thought about your poor crushed car. You wished you had an easier time shutting Patty down. 

“Did she have a gun to your head?” She asked you, making you scoff, “No, I’m being serious. Because maybe insurance would pay for more of it.” She added with a laugh, able to pull a small smile to your lips. 

“You’re cruel.” You replied, turning your attention to the window as you tried to act like your nerves weren’t twisting and turning inside of you. Enough to make you feel sick. Steve was oddly intimidating to you. 

“Love you too, sweetcheeks.” She blew you a kiss as she pulled into the parking lot. You took a large breath of confidence before you stepped out, reminding yourself that no matter what happened you’d be fine.

Steve was waiting at the front door, looking just as nervous as you felt. His hair was tousled from his fingers pushing through it, his fingers tapping against his jeans and teeth clamped down on his bottom lip. His white shirt was tucked into his pants, but he wore a matching white shirt over that. With three red stripes over the chest, matching the collar and the cuffs that he had pushed up to his elbows. 

“You arrived early?” You questioned him as you slowly dragged your feet against the concrete, still unable to decide if this was a good idea or not. Perhaps you could still turn around and flee, flag down your gran and pretend this had never happened. 

“You look good,” He blurted, his brown eyes widening a second later, “I mean really good. I just-, uh yeah. I thought I’d wait for you.” He gestured towards the door, looking like he wasn’t quite sure what to do either. It was funny to see him so nervous, even more so when you considered it was because of you. You didn’t think you were that intimidating. 

“Thanks,” You grinned as you swayed your hips back and forth, making the bottom of your dress move as you did so, “I feel very fancy.” You admitted, even though you felt very out of place. This was very new to you.

So was the way he was looking at you. His brown eyes had a golden tint to them as the setting sun gleamed off of his warm skin. Your knees felt like they buckled at the soft way he traced his gaze over your features, like he was drinking in the image of you. 

“Should we go inside?” You squeaked out, gesturing your thumbs towards the door. You had a feeling you wouldn’t survive very long if he continued to look at you like that. Like you were special. Maybe eating wasn’t the best idea.

“Uh, yeah,” He moved quickly as he pulled the door open, still wearing a dopey grin as he held onto it for you, “After you.” He mentioned, brushing his cheek against the side of the door as you moved first. You squeezed your fingers together, still not realizing how hard this would be.

You downed your glass of water as soon as you both sat down and they brought the drinks over. You placed a nervous grin onto your lips, dabbing at your lipstick as you tried to urge your heart to stop racing.

“You look nervous.” He observed, soft lips pulled into the warmest smile as you once again felt like your tongue had twisted into a giant knot. You kept thinking of what Patty wanted, but then also of how sucky of a situation it was for him. 

“I am,” You admitted as you breathed in deeply, finally getting your heart to slow down. It was just Steve. You could talk to him. You didn’t need to think of Patty right now, or the outcome, “I’ve never been here before.”

“I haven’t either,” He replied as he rested his elbows on the table, leaning over a little bit so you could see him better. You drifted your eyes down to his neck, observing the two moles that stuck out as you recalled the way you used to press on them and claimed them to be vampire bites, “I just thought I should make an impression, after our last conversation.” He clarified.

“I figured you’d be in a suit.” You teased, cocking an eyebrow as his brown eyes grew wide.

“You did?” He questioned, looking a little fearful as if he had worn the wrong outfit, “I do feel underdressed.” He admitted as he glanced around, making you laugh for the first time. He turned back towards you, glee etched in his features.

“I think that’s because everyone else is old,” You whispered as you leaned over, keeping a hand over your chest to keep your cleavage from becoming too visible, “Do you think if you throw your dads name out that they’d give us some wine?” You teased, feeling a little successful in the half hearted laugh he returned.

Eating with overly glossed lips was much more of a challenge than you had originally prepared for. You felt like you had to part your mouth too far apart just to take a bite without smearing it everywhere. You gave up after a few bites, sighing in defeat as you carefully rubbed it away with your napkin.

“So who was it?” Steve asked once he was done analyzing your movements and promising that it hadn’t ruined your whole look.

“Hm?” You asked him in confusion, covering your mouth as you munched down on the rather large bite of noodles that you had just shoveled into your mouth. You tried to chew faster, not wanting to answer with food in your mouth. 

“The guy you went out with.” He spoke up again, sounding a little awkward as he stabbed at his plate with his fork. You swallowed roughly. 

“Oh,” You started with a nod, “I don’t think you’ll like that answer.” You said sheepishly, grinning bashfully as you twisted your noodles around your fork. He cocked his head, looking at you curiously.

“Who?” He asked again, leaving you gnashing your teeth together as you decided that bouncing around the answer wouldn’t work out in your favor.

“In my defense,” You started as you dropped your fork and rested your hand over your chest once again, “I had no idea that you and this person didn’t get along. Well, I didn’t know until after.”

“Uh huh.” He narrowed his eyes, no longer looking amused as you stepped around revealing any names. You already knew that he was aware of whom it had been. 

“Yeah,” You grinned awkwardly, bashfully as you shrugged your shoulders, “But just that one time. So there’s that.” You tried to make it better, watching as he angrily stabbed at the meatball on his plate.

“Why’d it not work out?” He mumbled, bearing the same pouty look that you were all too familiar with. He used to make the same face when his parents told him that you weren’t allowed over.

“It wasn’t actually anything that he did,” You admitted as you took a large gulp from your Coke, savoring the feeling of the bubbles traveling down your throat, “Patty just-, uh she just said something.” You shrugged your shoulders, pretending like it wasn’t a big deal.

“Ah,” He nodded his head along with your statement, as he brought his fork up to his mouth, “She’s good about that.” He replied dryly before he took another bite of his food. You chewed on your bottom lip, feeling like you should defend her. She was your friend after all. Your only friend.

“She meant well,” You brushed your hand aside, pulling a stiff smile up to your lips, “It didn’t work out anyways.” You replied as you took another large bite, wanting to change the topic desperately. 

“Because of him or because of what she said?” He asked curiously, tilting his head as you roughly swallowed once again. You were sure the answer was written out in your expression. At the time, Patty had been quite clear that he had only been interested in you because he actually found her attractive. Which you didn’t think was far off. 

“What do you have planned for us after?” You asked him instead, linking your fingers together as you smiled sweetly at him. You sat up a little straighter, no longer feeling like you had an appetite.

“I thought we could see a movie?” He suggested as he brushed his finger across his very pink bottom lip, “If that’s alright with you?” He questioned you once again, acting like he’d switch the date around if you didn’t agree with it.

“A movie sounds great,” You told him seriously, still smiling as you pushed your finished plate to the edge of the table, “I’d like that a lot.” You reached for your bag, trying to reach for the cash to pay for your part of the meal. Steve was quicker, paying for it all before you had a chance to blink.

“Did your grandparents stop smoking?” He asked curiously once your things were gathered up and he was leading you out to his car. The night sky was already raised as you followed his long strides, watching as he hurriedly raced you to the passenger side.

“In the house, yes,” You replied with a laugh, “Now they just pretend that neither of them smoke when they sneak out of the house at different times. It’s pretty funny.” You grinned as he pulled the door open for you, accepting the offer of his hand as you slid inside.

Your palms burned, fingers tingling from where his skin had touched yours. You quickly rubbed your hand off against your knee as you erased the odd sensation, sure that you were just stressing yourself out once again. 

Steve was still nice to listen to, his commentary on his job filling your short car ride as you hung onto every word. You learned that he wasn’t going to college in the fall, choosing to work instead. You also learned that he seemed to really enjoy his job, even though it was scooping ice cream. 

“Two tickets please.” He leaned forward, elbow resting on the counter as he stated his order. You pressed your lips into a grin, looping your arm through his as you pretended to get a better look at what was showing. He snapped his head back towards yours, lips parted in surprise.

“Movie?” The worker asked as you kept your gaze forward, pretending that you had no clue as to why he was looking at you in such a manner. 

“Uh yeah we’re here to see a movie.” He gulped as he snapped his head back towards the guy behind the booth, blinking rapidly as his cheeks burned pink. You lightly rubbed your thumb against his exposed skin, a little surprised at how cool he felt despite it being so hot outside. 

“Yeah, no shit,” The guy drew out slowly, “What movie?” He asked as he shook his head, sounding frustrated. 

“Oh, uh,” Steve stood up a little straighter, flushing deeper as he glanced back at you once again, “Back to the Future.” He answered quickly, voice a little squeaky as you continued to rub soft circles into his skin. You observed as goosebumps spread underneath your touch as he continued to spit out the popcorn and snacks you wanted.

“What’s it about?” You asked him, trying not to think of how he reacted to you. You removed your hands from his to take your shared drink, but stood close enough that your arms bumped against one another as you headed to theater five. 

“Well he goes back in time and he tries to bang his mom and-,” He turned towards you, rambling in excitement as you headed towards the back of the theater. You preferred looking at the screen from the very back. 

“He what?” You stopped so suddenly that he almost knocked into you, sending popcorn flying. You squeaked, helping him tip it upright before you lost too much of it. 

“Not on purpose,” He said with a laugh, then paused, “I think?” He said a second later, leaving you a little horrified as to what he had gotten you into. 

Your row remained empty as people shifted into the rows in front of you, leaving the two of you alone as he whispered little questions to you about how your life had changed. You felt slightly weird to admit that your life was completely the same, so normal that it was very boring. But he looked interested all the same. He had the same twinkle in his eye, the same fascination that left you breathless earlier. It was hard to focus on anything other than the way 

You guessed it was about half way through the movie when Steve’s hand fell to your thigh, squeezing softly as you felt your eyes widen this time. His hand was soft, warm on your skin as he continued to rub the same pattern back and forth. You felt the same sparks from earlier, the same burning as you shifted in your seat as the tables turned.

His fingers drifted underneath your dress, sparking a rush of goosebumps through your skin. You looked towards him, admiring the slope of his nose and concentrated lines between his eyebrows. He was staring straight ahead, but you could tell he was fighting the urge to look at you. 

He brushed his fingers against your clothed pussy, making you shift in your seat as you hurriedly glanced around. Just to confirm that no one else could see. Or was already watching. Your pulse quickened, racing harshly as he pried your legs further apart.

You bit down on your bottom lip, trying to fight the urge to moan as his fingertip drifted across your needy clit. You lurched, biting back a gasp as a smug smirk grew on his lips. He returned to that same spot, rubbing his fingers in gentle circles as he pressed down against your sensitive bud.

“Steve.” You whispered breathlessly, mind full of pleasure and awe as your skin burned underneath your dress. You felt too hot suddenly, jolts of electricity racing through your body as he pressed a fingertip against your slick hole.

“What?” He asked as he leaned in closer, eyebrows furrowing in mock confusion as his lips turned up into the hint of a smirk. You wanted to kiss the cockiness out of him, but fell limp as he slid his finger slowly inside of you, “Something wrong?” He questioned, eyes locked onto yours as your lips parted in awe.

You shook your head slowly, fighting the moans that were sitting at the top of your chest and threatening to break free. You enjoyed the feeling of him curling his finger deep inside of you, filling you as he began to slowly pump it against your wet walls. 

His gazes felt too intense suddenly as you turned away, your chest feeling far too tight as you resisted the urge to rip your bra off. A small gasp left your lips as he wiggled another finger inside of you, leaving you fighting to keep the rush of moans from spilling off of your tongue. 

He curled his fingers deep inside of you, leaving you breathless as your legs spread further and further. You began to rock your hips up against the curve of his long fingers, resisting the urge to cry out as he stroked the bundle of nerves deep inside of you.

You bit down harshly, trying to hide your muffled sounds as the muscles in your stomach snapped and broke. Your head hit the back of the seat, the heels of your feet digging into the floor as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of your aching cunt. 

You brought your index finger up to your mouth, biting down on it harshly as he languidly rocked his digits inside of you. You could feel yourself leaking around the girth of his combined fingers, soaking his knuckles as you desperately sought your release. 

You squeaked out, drooling onto your own finger as you sank your teeth into your flesh harshly. Butterflies spread through your stomach as a fire burned deep inside of you as he hit your bundle of nerves. You felt your thighs clamp shot, squeezing his hand in place as your pleasure came crashing down over you. 

Everything shook as your pussy clamped down around his fingers, your cum dripping along his knuckles and your thighs as you resisted the urge to cry out. Your body was throbbing, jolts of pleasure shooting through you as you roughly fell back against the seat.

You turned your gaze towards him, sure that you were awestruck as he slowly removed himself from between your legs. You missed the sensation of him inside of you, your eyes hazy as he brought his fingers up to his mouth.

Your stomach churned in the same pleasure filling sensation as he licked his fingers clean, shoving them into his mouth as he held eye contact with you. You felt disconnected from everything else as your lust took over. You wanted him. 

You took him by the hand, tugging him roughly out of the seat as you marched out of the theater. Your popcorn and shared drink were long forgotten as his hands fell to your waist, hot and heavy as he gripped onto you tightly. 

He pushed you up against the empty hallway, the sounds from the various movies echoing in the hall before he fell to his knees in front of you. There was a mischievous look in his eyes before he lifted the hem of your dress, burying himself underneath it. 

Your palms fell flat against the wall, eyes wide as your chest rose and fell harshly as you glanced around in full awareness that anyone could see your very compromised position at any second. 

A choked gasp left your mouth as he took a deep inhale, his nose brushing against your clothed pussy as he rubbed his fingers across the band of your panties. Your heart was hammering harshly, far too roughly to be safe as he tugged your clothing aside to expose yourself to him.

Your body jolted at the sensation of his tongue dragging through your cunt burned through your body. Your cry was covered up by a loud booming sound from one of the movies as he licked away your cum from your slick hole. 

He grunted as he buried his mouth against your cunt, tongue prodding and licking at your sensitive hole. His fingers were digging into your skin, holding you in place before you were snapping yourself to your senses and pulling him onto his feet. 

“Need you,” You whispered, voice broken as you stood toe to toe with him, “Right now.” You told him sternly, staring at his slick covered lips. He dragged his tongue out playfully, making your heartbeat increase as he took your hand and led you back out towards the car. 

Your knees felt weak, your shoes dragging against the floor as he guided you back into the passenger seat. You felt like you were in a haze as he leaned over to push the seat all the way back, crowding himself onto the floorboard as he nestled his way in front of you. 

You giggled awkwardly, nervously as he pushed your dress over your hips and then pulled your panties down with quick motions. His eyes sparkled, warm and lustful before he was pressing your fingers against the back of your thigh and digging your knees into your chest. 

You felt very exposed and very cramped in the crowded car, but protested none as his lips fell to your clit again. He kissed your pussy slowly, softly and sensually as your eyes fell back in awe.

“God,” You whimpered as you brought your hands up to your eyes, exhaling deeply as he began to suck on your sensitive bud. You sighed deeply, a soft smile pressing into your lips as the pleasure rose in the pit of your belly again, “Oh, Jesus.” 

His tongue drifted between your walls, licking away your wetness before he fell to your sensitive clit. You gaped, fingers falling into his thick locks as he languidly stroked at your clit. You fought to keep your head upright, determined to watch the way his eyes flickered up towards you.

Warmth spread through your body as the flat part of his tongue fell against your sensitive bud, licking you fully as your hips fell restlessly against his face. His long fingers fell to the back of your thighs, squeezing you roughly as he pushed your knees further up to your chest. 

“Stevie,” You whimpered, the nickname rolling easily off of your tongue as he moaned into your cunt. You felt your clit throb, the pleasure spreading through your body as his groans vibrated against your skin, “Oh my God!” You squeaked out, gripping his hair as he flicked his tongue across your slick hole.

A soft smile formed on his lips as he dragged the tip of his tongue across your hole, his fingers digging into your flesh before he stretched your walls with your tongue this time. You cried out at the sensation, rocking your hips forward to savor the way he buried himself into you.

His tongue curled deeply inside of you, massaging and licking at your walls as his nose fell against your clit. You gripped one of your knees, keeping your legs spread high and wide as you messily tried to rut your hips up against his mouth.

Steve’s tongue was warm and thick inside of your cunt, curling deeply as he squeezed at your flesh. You knitted your fingers harshly through his hair, whining as the movements of his tongue spread a fire within you. 

He was groaning and moaning, acting like you were the one pleasing him as he accepted the way your hips moved against his face. Like he didn’t care how messy you got him. Your foot kicked out against the window, hitting it harshly as your high suddenly rocked into you. 

“Fuck!” You cursed, face burning from bliss as words of pleasure fell from your tongue, “Yes, yes!” You squeaked out, voice raspy as he licked away the cum from your quivering pussy. 

The windows grew foggy, warm as he pulled himself up from between your thighs. Your legs dropped lazily, still shaking from your past two orgasms as you observed him with hazy eyes. You gripped the collar of his jacket, gripping tightly as you pulled him forward.

You wouldn’t admit that you had ever thought about getting with Steve, but if you had, it wouldn’t have been this way. It would’ve been a little sweeter, somewhere that wasn’t as public. But you weren’t complaining at all. This was as perfect as that scenario.

His mouth was sweet and smooth against your lips as you desperately held onto him, afraid that he would disappear if you let go. He grunted as your slick spread across your mouth, down your chin as your kiss became sloppy and messy. 

You dragged your hand down his shirt, needing to feel his skin against your own as you dropped your fingers to his belt. He whimpered, the sound vibrating across your skin as the sound melted blissfully in your ears. 

You fiddled with it, popping it open slowly as his kisses slowed to a pause. He lingered against your mouth, breathing in deeply as you cupped his bulge in your hand.

Your eyes met his at the same time he moaned raspily, your insides melting as you looked down at where you were palming him. He felt large against your hand, making your fingers appear dainty and small before you returned to stripping his jeans off.

Lust and need swarmed in your mind as you watched the way his long cock slapped against his abdomen, precum leaking as you slowly wrapped your fingers around his nice girth. You swore you could feel him trembling underneath you.

“I want you,” You whispered softly, drowning any sense of regret as you slowly moved your palm up and down the curve of his cock. He felt too good in your hand, making you wonder just how nice he’d feel inside of you, “Please.” 

“Yeah?” He asked breathlessly, groaning as you continued to stroke his long cock in your hand. You moaned softly, licking your lips as you spread your legs wider, “You think she can take me?”

“Uh huh,” You whined urgently, nudging him forward as you rubbed his tip against your leaking home, “Want you so badly, Stevie.” You whispered as he pulled you closer to him, leaving your ass hanging off the side of the chair. You pressed his tip in slowly, gasping breathlessly. 

He groaned, brown eyes wide in fascination as he watched the way your cunt swallowed around his cock. You blinked your eyes rapidly, gasping as you felt him stretch your walls out inch by inch. You trembled underneath him, thighs shaking as he bottomed out against you.

Your mind felt numb, fuzzy as he moved his soft palms to your hips. He squeezed at your flesh, palming at you as you adjusted around him. Your cunt burned in a pleasurable way as his fat tip rested against your spongy walls, filling you deeply.

“Jesus,” He whined as he dropped his head into the crook of your neck, messily kissing at your skin as you struggled to breathe underneath him, “You feel so good. Can I move?” He asked hesitantly, blinking harshly as he looked at you with hazy eyes.

You nodded your head, gaping as your fingers fell to his biceps. You gripped him tightly, holding onto him for support as he began to slowly drag his cock out of your soaked cunt. You whimpered at the motions, faltering underneath his touch as he began to rut his fat dick in and out of your cunt.

You moaned louder, not caring if anyone could hear or see. The feeling of his cock stretching your walls and curving deep inside of you was enough to leave your mind foggy and clear. You just wanted to feel good, to make him feel good.

“God,” You whimpered as he moved his hands up messily to the top of your dress, his hips slapping against yours at how deep he was inside of you. You could feel him pulsing against your walls, the curve of his cock pressing inside of you, “S’big, Stevie.” You breathed out, feeling as if he was slowly becoming a part of you.

He grunted in response, forehead falling to yours as breathy moans left his lips. You could feel your body humming in response, sure that he was just as loud as you if not worse. You kissed at the side of his neck, fingers holding onto his shoulders as he shoved your dress down far enough to expose your bra.

You cried out at the feeling of his cock hitting your bundle of nerves, rough waves of electricity curving through your body as he tugged your bra down next. You whimpered, whining deeply as his lips fell to your hardened nipples.

You clung to his back, legs dangling awkwardly as you began to rut yourself up against him once again. He continued to hit at the spongy spot deep inside of you, leaving you panting and writhing underneath him. You had never felt so good before.

“God, fuck,” He whimpered against your chest, spit falling from his lips and trailing down the curve of your body, “You feel so good. So fucking good. Ah, fuck.” He hissed, eyebrows knitting together as another whiny moan left his lips. 

The belt buckle was digging into your back, uncomfortable but not enough to make you protest. You needed him too desperately, too distressed to worry about the bruise that you’d likely develop tomorrow. All that mattered was him and the way he was making you feel.

“Right there, Steve,” You moaned as you glanced down between your bodies, watching the way your cunt swallowed his girth. He hit your bundle of nerves with each deep thrust, making your clit ache and your stomach muscles clench as the fire spread deep inside of you, “Please, please!” You begged as you gripped him a little tighter, allowing yourself to rock against him.

His fingers spread over your hips, dragging you along the curve of his cock as his motions became more frantic. You felt your toes curling against your shoes, your mouth opening as a deep pleasure spread through your body. Everything was too much, too extreme as you felt like you were floating and drowning at the same time.

His name left your tongue like a prayer, chanting over and over as the pleasure snapped inside of you. Your cunt clamped down around his aching cock, squeezing him roughly as you shook while you came. 

“Jesus,” He panted, forehead resting against yours as his nose dug into the tip of yours. You whined as you scratched at his back, still shivering underneath him, “Oh God, God. Feels so fucking good.” He spit out roughly, hips digging into yours as his balls pressed into your skin.

You held onto him, lips meeting his messily as you swallowed and licked away his sounds of pleasure. His cock twitched inside of you, spurred on by your twitching walls as he came inside of you. You breathed out roughly, lips trailing over his face as you kissed his blissed out expression.

It was quiet as you held onto one another, chests rising and falling in the same motions as everything came crashing down around you again. But it was still hard to focus on that when he was holding you so tight, his heartbeat apparent as you ran your hands over his chest. 

You reminded yourself as you met his tender gaze that you weren’t dating. Not yet. And you never really would be. There was nothing wrong with just messing around as friends. And that’s what Steve was.

A friend. And you had just made your situation a whole lot worse. 

[velvet-wishes-candy-dreams]

Hi! Can I ask for some headcanons about how would America react to getting a love letter from his crush?

And what a time for me to finally answer this ask! Ah, well, better late then never, I suppose! To anyone who's made an ask for me dated back in 2022, you are all entitled to financial compensation,,,, </3 No matter! The Bear is back in the kitchen, and they're ready to cook!! Hopefully this is up to what you in 2022 was hoping for! Warnings: None, Use Of They/Them (Just In Case!) and You/Your/Yours/Etc. Gender: Gender Neutral

America

If there's anything that should be well known about Alfred when it comes to the other countries, it's a simple as this; He's nothing short of an attention-whore.

It's no wonder, though, as he's considered to be super well known; albeit being one of the most annoying in the bunch.

So, it's not the biggest shock to him to have people who want to be around him or get to know him more, some more than none being romantic.

However, no one knows that the American would always turn down and reject the affection of those that try to woo him over. It's not like he hates it or enjoys seeing people try their best to win his heart, but they're all fighting for something that isn't there, for his heart already belongs to someone else.

And that someone was you.

It started off as a simple admiration, you treated Alfred as a normal person. You wouldn't bash and berate his childish behavior, and you also weren't someone who'd swoon and fall for his charms. You'd let him yap your ear off and let him boast about himself, waving it off and nodding in agreement as you always did.

Then, that's when the sparks would hit him. The way he'd feel his heart race when he'd finally see you, the way that he'd always feel his stomachs doing flips when he'd think about how he was going to see you somewhere, how he'd find himself rambling to anyone who'd listen about not himself, but you...The puzzles were starting to fit together, but he still wasn't able to understand that he was actually in love.

As he'd sit at his desk, checking out what had to be done and all the junk that had to be fixed, he'd always find himself getting distracted and looking through the giant pile of fan mail. They were all mostly letters, praises and questions for Alfred to ponder and think about or even start drafting a response before forgetting about it soon later, but the most that came in were love letters.

Of course, it'd be desperate people, people who profess their love and thinking that they can just confess and live the life of their dreams with the American. It was all just parasocial relationships that would never come true! An exasperated grin came on his face as he sighed. Yup...Nothing was new. For once, all that he wanted was to not have to see random nobodies names at the end of their letters. It wasn't fair. He'd hope and pray that maybe somehow, someway, people would get a clue and stop with all the cheesy letters. As Alfred flipped through the letters, skimming pass every name, he grew more and more frustrated. All he wanted was finally see a name that was not someone else's, but- The sound of papers rustling stopped suddenly, the blondes mouth agape as his eyes darted over a name. A name so familiar, it caused his heart to race, as if he caught sight of them in public. Their name. His hands shook as he felt warmth start to rush to his face. All this time, he thought that they'd just be a happy thought to him, nothing more than just an angel that'd never see him the way he saw them. And yet here he is, reading from top to bottom their heartfelt love letter they'd written for him. And the more he read, the more his eyes opened to what he'd fail to notice as his own emotions kept him from realizing it. The way their face would grow warm when he'd lightly tease them, they way they'd admire him from afar, how they'd sneak glances to him while he'd walk by, not knowing that he had just been looking at them to begin with. Alfred's heart swelled, overwhelmed with joy as he knew they'd finally notice him, not aware of the fact that he felt the same way towards them. That night, there was a pep in his step as he skipped home, clutching the letter close to his heart as he did so, protected under his bomber jacket to keep it safe from the beginning drops of the warm, summer rain. Once in side, he made quick to his room, sliding the note from his chest out as he examined it again. Seeing again, for the hundredth time, they signed it with love, the American fell onto his bed, squealing and giggling like a little girl as he felt more giddy and excited. He sat up, punching his pillows as he whisper-screamed a boisterous 'YES!! YES!! YES!!' to himself, boxing their air before falling back down again. His glasses had flown off, and his blonde hair was all mushed from his excitement, but he didn't care. A satisfied sigh came to his lips as he rolled over to his side, nibbling on his bottom lip. He could feel his cheeks burning, whether it was from the blush or from holding his smile for so long, but it didn't matter. His feelings for them were the same as theirs towards him, and that's all he needed. Alfred's eyes shut as he hummed, the letter resting just above his head as he started thinking, planning everything in his head.

Yeah...Tomorrow would be the day...He'll totally confess to them in a super awesome, badass way. He's America, damnit! He's always so extravagant with everything. But it had to be super romantic too. There's no way that he could blow it. After all, they love him. They really, really love him. And Alfred just couldn't wait to show them just how much he loves them too...

[unquietspiritao3]

kayfabe in rpf

I’m back with another meta-essay on the nature of RPF! Did you miss me?

This time, I was inspired by some notes on a poll about shipping Greg/Alex which seemed to me to imply that some anti-RPF people believe us shippers want the real people to break up with their real partners and publicly get together. And…darlings, no.

But also, this essay isn’t really aimed at those people. I know there will always be antis, and I don’t expect to change their minds. My audience here is actually other RPF fans, because I believe I have a useful word for a concept we’re all familiar with, and adopting it more widely might help avoid confusion both amongst ourselves and with outsiders.

The word is

✨kayfabe✨

Now, I didn’t make up this word. I’m borrowing it from the world of professional wrestling—you know, Hulk Hogan and all that stuff.

Kayfabe (rhymes with ‘say babe’) refers to:

the tacit agreement between pro wrestlers and fans to pretend the staged/scripted events are genuine, and

the play-acting involved in maintaining that illusion of genuineness.

In the past, kayfabe in pro wrestling was almost never broken. Wrestlers stayed in character whenever they were in public. That’s lessened over the years, though, and these days all wrestling fans (unless they’re very young, I suppose) know what they are watching is fake and happily suspend their disbelief to keep kayfabe.

Hopefully you can already see the connection to Taskmaster here. When Alex goes on Sunday Brunch or whatever other UK show and talks about Greg being his ‘boss’, that is kayfabe. When he was asked at the NYC premiere to list five things he likes about Greg and one of them was “he’s a gentle lover”, that was also kayfabe. Conversely, when they went on Seth Meyers and Alex took the time to explain very carefully to the maybe-unfamiliar-with-Taskmaster audience that it’s his show and was his idea to make Greg the Taskmaster, he was breaking kayfabe.

(It should be noted, sometimes the division between kayfabe and reality is murky, like a real-life marriage getting written into a wrestling storyline, which is a whole other interesting discussion. Little Alex Horne’s wife is often mentioned on the show, but when Greg used Rachel’s actual name, some of the contestants were taken aback—did he blur the line of kayfabe a bit too much? But that’s beyond the scope of this essay.)

Now let’s expand this to the fandom. When we as shippers talk as if Greg and Alex have an actual sexual/romantic relationship, all knowing full well that they don’t, without explicitly acknowledging to each other that it’s a fantasy—a fiction we’re creating together—we are also keeping kayfabe. But if we wanted to talk about their real-life friendship behind all that, for instance, we could say, “Let’s break kayfabe for a moment…” and everyone would understand it’s time to set those shippy tendencies aside. It could help make the line between fiction and reality clear, both to ourselves and to outsiders looking in.

Of course none of this is limited to Taskmaster, it’s just the RPF fandom I’m in most deeply right now. I think it’d be useful for all RPF fans. At the very least, it’s fun to say. Kayfabe!

[animeloverskylarmoon]

Byakuya Kuchiki (Bleach) Short Story: Chapter 6 - Final

“Those human activities are foolish. The festival is pointless.”

They’d made the unfortunate mistake of coming to Karakura during Valentine’s Day.

“I-I actually think it’s kind of cute.” You mumble.

“Of course. Let’s go immediately.”

“You were just saying it was stupid!!” Ichigo protests in annoyance. Renji just rubs his neck awkwardly, because he’d been witnessing this for the last few weeks.

~Flashback~

“Why would you bring me these sakura blossoms, Renji, get rid of them.”

“They are actually from me.” You spoke meekly.

“I’ll treasure them forever. Make sure that nothing happens to them, Renji.”

“H-Hai Taicho!!”

Another instance they were just having a meal.

“Feeding each other in public, what a childish activity.”

Byakuya commented as Renji nodded in agreement, watching a couple in the table next to them feed each other. Just then you came running over with a pair of chopsticks and a small bowl of food. Taking a seat, you separated the chopsticks, picking up the piece of radish.

“Say ahh Kuchiki-taicho!”

He just opened his mouth as you fed him happily.

Renji sweatdropped.

“It’s like he turns into a puppy when she makes a request.” Renji thought.

It’s safe to say that Byakuya becomes quite tamed when you’re around. It’s almost funny to watch.

It’s nice to have some time off missions.

Just relaxation.

Byakuya had invited you to his manor. It was a bit nerve wracking. But the second you saw him, all that anxiousness seemed to fall away.

The both of you had found a comfortable spot at the back of his place. A perfect view of the sky and his little pond. It’s then that you go on about all the interesting activities in the world of the living. It’s not often that you get to go, but when you do, there always seems to be something interesting happening.

You can go on and on forever, but you’re more interested in Byakuya’s ideas.

“Kuchiki-taicho, I feel as though we’ve only been doing things that I like. What do you want to do?”

You stare at him cutely, and Byakuya looks away. Now that you’re settled in his manor in the cool air of the afternoon, he seems to be more aware of a lot of things. The quiet. Your smile. The innocence you display. He assumed that you had very little experience when it comes to relationships.

It appears he was right.

“I should be more patient.”

He’s just gotten you to feel comfortable in this position. He doesn’t want to scare you off by being too eager.

“Whatever you’d like to do is fine with me.”

You tilt your head.

“That’s not much of an answer. You’re just saying you want to do more of the things that I like.” You puff your cheeks, and he just closes his eyes.

“I don’t have any particular requests.”

A blatant lie.

You hum, kicking your feet back and forth that are hanging off the small opening as you both enjoy the sunset. Glancing over at him again, you take in the way the sun seems to illuminate his blue eyes.

“Maybe not really blue..”

Now that you look closer, it might actually be a different color.

“What color are your eyes?”

He turns.

“What.”

“Your eyes, what color are they?”

He’s a little puzzled by the randomness of the question, but answers regardless.

“They're gray.”

“Really?”

You shift a bit closer, peering at him.

“That’s crazy, I always thought they were blue. You know you and Rukia have the same kind of stare sometimes. Last week she was lecturing Ichigo and I swear she reminded me of you. It’s really funny how much alike you are.”

“I suppose there are some similarities.”

“Mhmm!”

You sound proud that you’ve made the observation.

Your attention shifts back to the sky.

“That time when you reminded me about when I healed you, everything you said made sense. I was scared. Terrified. You might not know this but I’ve always admired you.”

Now you have his full attention.

“Everyone used to say that you were heartless. Your status as a noble was all anyone ever saw. For a time, that's what I thought too. But I heard about what you did. You were hurt and you still protected Rukia. You could have died. I know that there must have been a lot that you regretted when they told you that she was supposed to be executed. But in the end, you made the right choice. You choose family. Since then you’ve always protected her. I admire that. I admire you Byakuya.”

To say he was speechless would be too little an expression.

“How do I keep my resolve when she looks at me that way..”

He was literally teetering on the edge.

Screw holding back.

“I would like to hold you tonight (Y/N)-san.”

The statement takes a minute to process. He can literally see the bars loading as you try to decipher his statement like you’re solving an equation.

“Eh? Hold me?”

He moves closer, and when he scopes you right off your feet and plants you into his lap, you stammer, hands scrambling as you grab onto his cloak. You look up and his stare has you frozen.

“Please let me hold you.”

His hand lays on your waist and suddenly you’re conscious of a lot. His hold, those eyes.

That request.

It dawns on you that he might have been holding back when you made the request earlier.

“K-Kuchiki-”

He hugs you, and your eyes grow wide.

“Say my name, like you did before. Please.”

You gulp, clutching onto his robes when he buries his face into your shoulder, inhaling softly.

It’s obvious that Byakuya is a lot more clingy than you initially thought. Obviously there are sides to this man that no one knows about. Because if you told anyone of this encounter, they would definitely not believe a word of it.

“B-Byakuya..”

You whimper when he leaves a kiss against your skin. His lips move higher, and when he nips at your ear, you let out a soft mewl.

“Say it again. I want to hear it.”

Your body is trembling by how delightful it feels. How arousing the request is. You’re way too close to hide anything from him. Surely he can feel the racing of your heart that’s pressed so tightly to his chest.

“Bya..kuya..”

You could barely get the words out because he was still leaving light kisses on your skin.

It’s at this moment that you realize how oblivious you’ve been. This man has literally been married already so that definitely means…

Steam pours out of your ears.

“I’m not going to make it!!”

Surely you won’t.

~Omake~

You should know by now that Byakuya is a very literal person. 

When he said held, apparently thats what he meant.

His arms are wrapped around your body, your back press to his front. 

Cheeks on fire.

"HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO GET ANY SLEEP LIKE THIS!!" 

This is torture.

[idrellegames]

This isn’t a question as much as it is an agreement with your last ask (talking about how romance is both looked for and expected from IFs). I’m personally pansexual and love a good harem, but it is growing more and more evident that that is what readers/players are expecting from our stories/games. Maybe it’s a maturity issue with the fans begging for more romance options and the anger when a plot point doesn’t play out the way they want; but you also see that with grown adults in other fandoms—namely Star Wars or A Song of Ice and Fire.

I enjoy writing romance and I do write it, but that is not the only thing my stories are about. It gives me anxiety when my readers expect more than what I’ve promised. And I always gaslight myself into thinking that I should be giving them what exactly they want instead of writing for myself.

I suppose I do have a question: how do you maintain fan expectations in your IF and stay true to your vision with/without worrying about their opinions? <3

Unfortunately, there is no way to stop your audience from having expectations that don't match up with the story you want to tell or where you want to take your characters. This is a normal part of writing fiction--everyone is going to have an opinion, everyone is going to want different things, and some people are going to be disappointed when you don't follow through with the thing they imagined in their head.

And, as an author, it can be a lot to handle.

Managing feedback--whether it's criticism, wildly off the charts expectations and assumptions, hate messages, or actual constructive critique--is a skill. It takes time to learn how to manage it without feeling like you're attacked and need to go on the defensive. It can also be really hard not to sit with all of this feedback and want to change your whole story to fit your audience's demands.

There's no easy way to get used to this. I think a good starting place is to have a dedicated beta group--either your playtesters, an editor, a few trusted friends with whom you share in-development things--so you can get genuine feedback before you put it into the public eye. It's really easy for writers to isolate themselves because it's a one-person job, but you need to have people with whom you can safely share the unpublished stages. Once something gets published, it's a free-for-all and you can't control how people react to your work, positive or negative. You cannot rely on that for the kind of feedback you would get from a beta group.

Furthermore, you are not writing for one person, regardless of how many times they ask (if they want something personalized, they can commission you). A lesson that was stressed to me in grad school is how fragile a playwright's new work can be when it is in the workshop/staged reading stage. People are giving you their opinion constantly. You make changes, you make edits, you come back one day with a whole new draft of Act 2 and the actors have to adjust. It's really easy to want to make changes to the characters so they better suit the actors originating them. Sometimes actors make demands because they had an idea about the character they are playing and they were really excited about it and they come to you with questions. The fate of a play is that it will be performed multiple times by many actors, not just the first one.

My supervisor told me: "Don't write the role for the actor--their job is to play the character you wrote, not the other way around."

And I think this can be applied to IF. Be clear about the direction of your game from the beginning. If players want something that isn't part of your vision, it's OK for them to voice that--but they may also have to accept that this isn't the type of game for what they want.

At the end of the day, you need to let your audience have their opinions on your work. That doesn't mean you're obligated to listen to them.

[kellyvela]

Hello! I didn't fully understand what was going on, but one thing is for sure, I hate joe. As far as I understood, on January 11, they completed the custody case, but the divorce was suspended and was supposed to resume when the guardianship was completed, this did not happen, and that is why Sophie's lawyers are now asking for the reopening of the divorce. Is it that joe is deliberately delaying the divorce? And will we learn the details of custody? Although it is so obvious that a larger percentage of Sophie and her children live with her in England, still wanted to know this for sure. And interesting article:

https://www.etonline.com/sophie-turner-and-joe-jonas-divorce-case-reopened-in-miami-a-timeline-of-their-split-211872 I didn't know some things before that.

joe is so horrible, he cheated on her twice, first when he refused to move to UK, and the second time with some 20 year old girl. And I also like that Sophie and her lawyers have documents and letters and everything has dates and facts, while joe has only empty words. And there is also confirmation that the children lived with Sophie in UK and only at the end of July they decided that the children would go with joe, which again confirms the position of Sophie, not joe. I hope you can explain more about their affairs to me now. And I'm glad that soon all the horror with joe will end and Sophie will live peacefully with her children in England. And I hope that justice and karma will punish joe and even his fans will see what a piece of shit and a rat he is.

Hello, anon!

What I really hated was the shady and misleading tmz headline, they implied that Sophie said that the negotiation collapses so she requested the Miami judge to rule the divorce and decide the custody. But I think this is wrong.

I believe the rat was thinking about filling divorce for a long time, that's why he convinced Sophie to let the girls come back to US with him while she was very busy filming Joan.

So, having the girls with him in the US, the first days of September, the rat leaked rumors that he was looking for divorce lawyers in LA (California) area, but few days later he filled divorce in Miami (Florida). In the end, despite leaking LA rumors, he chose Miami, a red state, that favored fathers in custody battles, this is what a lot of people told me so far. So, this was an evident legal strategy, designed by lawyers, to take advantage over the other part.

And at that point, the PR strategy also started, with him implying Sophie was a bad mother, always patying and drinking while he was basically a single dad caring for the girls alone all the time. And this is the reason why I call him a 🐀

But it was evident that the rat lied to the Miami court by saying the girls and him were Miami residents for the past six months, because the girls were living in England most of the year. Sophie was very detailed when she filled her lawsuit to the New York Federal court.

Indeed, Sophie was right when she filled an international lawsuit to the New York Federal court, claiming that the girls main residence was England, so the custody should be determined or approved by a UK court. The New York Federal court then ordered the Miami State court to stop the case regarding the custody of the girls.

The New York court also ordered the parties to start mediation and during the mediation they stablished a temporary custody agreement and decided to bring the case (custody) to a UK court.

So, since the custody was out of its jurisdiction, the Miami court approved an abatement, which is basically a suspension of the divorce case, until they reached a permanent custody agreement.

So, I think they already reached a permanent custody agreement in the UK court, which was approved on January 11, 2024, and that's why Sophie dropped the international lawsuit at the New York court, and requested to the Miami court to "reactivate" the divorce case on January 14, 2024, but this was only recently made public.

We don't know the details of the permanent custody agreement. But I hope she has primary custody, and the rat has visitation rights.

Things are really coming to an end, anon. I bet there are basically just a few details left to be determined, or at least I hope I'm right.

This is what I think is happening. But the press love the click bait . . . .

Again, I hope I'm right!

[space-helen]

Beach

Words: 545

Pairing: Malcolm Reed x Reader

A/N: I hope this is ok <3 sorry it's been a while

Request: Reed x Reader (pref gn or m!reader) Uhhhhhh not sure for anything specific but something established relationship and just cute yknow?? Feed my unhealthy obsession it's me uou love me (I'll pay you in kitten photos??) - @trippolthreat

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“Y/N!” the man called from behind you, stopping you in your tracks. Turning you faced your partner.

“What now?” you teased “Can’t we just leave to go to the beach already?”

This was your first break from Enterprise duties since being together. “I thought we should probably take a blanket.” you could tell the man was slightly delaying your trip.

“We’ve already packed one.” you walked over to the man and took his hand within your own. “Please, let's go before it gets too late and we hit all of the tourists.”

He sighed “I suppose.” 

“What’s wrong. Why don’t you want to go?” you placed your hand on his cheek and he leant into it.

“I’m just nervous. I’ve haven’t been out in public with someone for a long time.” he admitted.

“Malc. We’ve been pretty public on the Enterprise. Think of this as no different.”

He nodded and you moved your hand from his cheek and took his hand within your own and gaze it a squeeze. “We’re going to have a great day.” you assured “and when you’re not having fun at the beach anymore. We’ll leave.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

Grabbing your things you made the short walk to the beach and quickly found a place to settle. The two of you lay in the sun next to each other for a bit before the man opened his arm to you so he could embrace you. Placing a kiss to the top of your head you found a comfortable position and continued to take in the sound of the waves, thankful that the beach was pretty empty at this time of day.

Some time later you moved from the man “First one to the sea gets to pick what we do tomorrow.” 

Before you knew it the two of you were racing to the water. You knew the man wanted to go for a hike and you wanted to visit some of the nearby museums. 

The two of you got into the sea at the same time. Splashing each other instantly as you reached it. Laughing you slipped and pulled the man down with you. “It looks like we’ll have to split the day into two parts tomorrow.”

The man stood and helped you up. “Looks like it.” he mulled it over “We’ll hike first thing. Avoid the sun closer to midday.”

You nodded in agreement “Sounds like a plan.” 

The two of you spent some time in the water before returning to the shore. Taking some time to dry off you sat and watched the sea together as the beach started to fill up.

The man got closer to you and put his arm around you. “I think we should go soon. I don’t want massive sunburn.”

“Lunch?” you offered.

“Ice cream?” 

Your face beamed “and how could I say no to that?” you gave the man a quick kiss on the cheek before gathering your belongings.

As you began to move away the man took your hand in his and held his head high as the two of you navigated your way off of the beach. As far as first holiday’s together, this one was going pretty well so far and you couldn’t wait for more in the future.

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[initiallytasteless]

Training the rookie

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Simon ‘ Ghost ‘ Riley x f!reader

NSFW Warning: p in v, overstimulation, degrading, praise!kink, biting, semi!public sex

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Ever since your agreement to work with Task Force 141 so far has been pretty rough, let’s just say they don’t particularly like what you used to do— for now at least. You worked with groups of people from all sorts of sketchy jobs; from small time criminals to big gangs transportation and business assassinations.

The only reason why they ( which was Price ) knew you was a set up job, you were supposed to get assassinated from them. Someone had hired you to kill some other big CEO who was apparently getting in their way, so of course you agreed.

The only issue why the plan hadn’t worked was that your employer didn’t tell you ( or was notified ) that the competition was acquainted with a mayor. The mayor being the president of that company, it wasn’t your fault you weren’t from that area after all albeit you should’ve done some research.

So of course like any level headed person would do call the fucking military for protection. You didn’t get the job done, however out of anger you let out some info on the employer. You know you shouldn’t have done that, but you did whatever the fuck you wanted anyways.

Back to now, you where in the training grounds doing your typical firing range practice you were mostly an up close fighter. Price forced you to train how to use long range even though that wasn’t your forte.

You where laying down on the sand sacks attempting to aim at the shooting dummies. You had a couple shots close to the initial spot but mostly missed the red fat dot.

“ You need to relax there rookie that’s why your aim is off “ A strong British accent critics.

Your jaw tightens as your grumble some incoherent complaint focused back onto your inanimate victim. His heavy boots crunch the dried up dirt and pebbles making his steps loud as you continued to shoot.

“ Didn’t you hear me rookie? “ He growled crossing his large arms against his burly chest.

You took a deep breath placing the sniper down and turning over to face him; his heavy frame thankfully covered the sun’s intense rays from burning your poor retinas.

“ Thanks, I heard you for fucks sakes and I just don’t give a shit… now fuck off “ You retorted already feeling the anger bubble up making your skin hot.

“ You should watch your fucking attitude and that damn mouth of yours “ He warns his intense cold eyes burned into yours. “ You can get into serious fucking trouble “.

“ As if I give a fuck, oh wait “ You checked into your pockets and gasp whilst digging into them and pulling off a middle finger. “ Looks like I don’t “.

He bends down and swiftly picks you up and slams you against one of the stand up walls that covered us from anyone who bothered to come outside. He clutches at the collar of my black button up.

Even though his face was covered by his black balaclava with white strips topped with a plastic skull that he got off from halloween spirit. He looks terrifying, but of course you wouldn’t show him. No. You couldn’t give in that easily.

All you could do was send back a glare although that doesn’t affect the super soldier all he does is examine you. Your face was covered as well, yet it seemed his was trying to sense something of you.

“ Can you get your fucking hands off of me before we have a fucking problem Ghost “ You spat his name out as if it was the most nastiest thing you have said. Like chocolate covered pickles that someone randomly gave you on your birthday.

“ What did I just tell you about your attitude rookie… “ He chastised lifting me higher till we met eye level. I could feel your heart thumb against your chest ready to jump out and run off to New Zealand away from this overgrown man. He pushes his body against yours mine preventing you from escaping.

“ The fuck do you think your doing asshole! “ You scowled. Thank god this mask was covering your face or else you would’ve been screwed and he would’ve seen that red face of yours.

He leans against my head and whispers, “ You need to be taught a lesson rookie “.

With that something in me clicked, my legs suddenly felt like jello and my face flushed that it could melt my mask. My breathing became ragged and the damn mask wasn’t helping me with my breath.

His stare wasn’t as harsh as before his eyes told me he figured out something. His gloved hands slide it’s way down to my thighs lifting them up to wrap around his waist. He lets out an amused chuckle.

Instinctively, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders bringing him closer body heat was emitting from him. You didn’t know was going on, your heart seemed like it stopped, your breath hitched, and there was an odd fluttering in your stomach as his hands stroked the inside of your thighs. Whatever was going on at the moment you liked it and wanted to go on further, but you were to stubborn to do so.

“ You’ve gone submissive just letting me in between your legs like that rookie… “ He teased leaning in close to you. His low gruff voice made you feel some type of way and in a very good way.

His hands inched closer and closer to your throbbing cunt wanting to be touched and toyed with.

“ Fuck “ You whined gripping onto his gears as he teased you delicately. You unconsciously grinded your hips against his hands wanting some sort of friction.

“ What is it that you want, huh? “ He smirks through his mask. You felt like putty in his grip, you wanted to say something but his touched felt like heaven. You wondered what his lips felt like onto your burning skin.

He recoils his hands and focuses on your begging figure, “ Use your words doll, what is it that you want? “.

“ You. I need you to touch me and fuck me here- just please I need you “ You begged. You felt vulnerable and pathetically whined to a man wanting to be fucked like some toy. Something about him just felt different it was unexplainable, but deep down you know that there was something.

He made you feel things that no other man or women made you feel. They never made you feel vulnerable like this and begging, it was usually the opposite.

Ghost pushes his hips against yours grinding into your needing cunt the rhythm of his hips made you want more of him. His hands made it’s way to your breast messaging them through the thin tight button up.

“ Please Ghost I need you inside of me— please I need you “ You whined. You felt like you were just gonna cum from how good he made you feel just by touching you and grinding against you.

Ghost found this amusing. How did a cold ruthless killer become a needy pathetic girl that just wanted to be fucked out in the open fields.

“ Not yet rookie, not until I want to fuck your pretty little cunt of yours “ His voice laced with lust for you. His hands unbuckled your belt and unzipped you lowering your pants. Ghost couldn’t help but smirk at the sight of you how you were just wet for him.

“ You’re sopping wet there rookie “ He chuckles darkly removing his gloves. “ I can’t wait to fuck you and drive you over the edge until you can only think of my cock“.

His gives little attention to your clit creating a slow and painful yet pleasurable rhythm— the roughness of his hands felt like heaven. You let out lewd mewls gripping onto his broad shoulders.

He moves his left hand down away from my clit sliding two of his finger on my folds before sticking them in making me tilt my head back and letting out a moan. He moves his free hand and rips my shirt open exposing my bra without a thought he grabs his knife and cuts it showing my breast. You wasn’t even possibly angry at him for doing so as you to busy focused on how his fingers felt good inside of you.

A burning feeling in stomach began to bubble as you were close to ecstasy; shutting your eyes and dug your long nails further onto his shoulder making him groan.

“ Ghost- I’m gonna- I’m cumming- I’m “ You let out a pleasured moan as you felt the knot release from my stomach. He pulls his fingers away from your pussy and lifts my balaclava half way, “ Taste yourself “.

His sticks his fingers in my mouth moving my tongue around his fingers and licked in between them tasting myself. He removes them and lift his mask halfway as well kissing you roughly feelings his chapped lips against yours.

He pulls away as we breathed heavily. Your body was twitching from the pleasure he gave you, something that you wasn’t used to for a while. There was shuffling in front of you, but you were slightly tired from how good he just finger fucked your cunt.

The shuffling stopped and you looked down seeing his monster of a cock twitch against your dripping sex. How the fuck was that Godzilla dick gonna fit inside of you ?

You were sure that you were gonna get split in half and just die.

“ Don’t worry rookie, you can take me like how you took the other guys down during our missions “ He reassured stroking my thighs.

“ Ghost that was a fight! “ You recalled slowly gaining your missing consciousness back. “ I wasn’t getting fucked like how I am now! “.

Ignoring my complaints he sticks himself inside of me; You let out a shriek and your body shivers as your cunt tightens around him. Oh fuck, looks like you were gonna die not on the battlefield but being fucked on the firing grounds by a British behemoth. At least you died satisfied.

“ Shh, shh, scream any louder and someone’s gonna hear us unless you wanna be caught rookie “ He reminded, but you were distracted by how he was ripping you apart. “ And plus, that’s only the head doll “.

At this point you already accepted death and two if you were surviving this you hoped that someone covers your insurance bills. He pushes himself inside of you easily as your pre-orgasm and his pre-cum helped him slide in. You took him entirely and there was a visible bump in your stomach. You where propped on his chest clawing onto his gear-less back.

Without giving you a moment to adjust he lifts you up with ease and slams you back down hitting deep into your womb. You were seeing stars as Ghost slammed inside of you burrowing himself deep and stretching you out.

“ God you feel so good “ He growls, hiding his face in your neck taking smalls nibbles of your flesh. “ You’re gonna be good little slut and take ‘em all “.

Your eyes roll back as you felt him pick up his speed, you couldn’t tell if his cock kept getting bigger or you were hallucinating at this point.

“ You know who’s name to scream slut? “ He questioned, his hands making cresent prints on my hips drawing out small amounts of blood.

You were far gone high off of pleasure you could hear his voice, yet nothing seem to travel. The burning sensation was back into your stomach, but it felt twice was hotter.

“ Scream Simon slut. Scream my fucking name “ He bites hard onto your shoulder making you scream out in pleasure.

“ Simon- fuck, fuck, fuck- Si- I’m gonna- Si- I’m gonna “ You felt the salty tears come on from the pain and pleasure his giving you.

“ Come one baby, come onto my cock just like that- fuck your squeezing’em so tight “ Simon’s gruff voice made your ecstasy so much better the way he degraded you and his rough lips onto your poor damaged skin.

He continued to roughly thrust into you as you can feel his release coming close and your third orgasm coming in as well.

“ Come into me Simon. I want you to come into me, please “ You cried biting down onto his neck making him grunt. Your head became fuzzy and tears continually roll down onto the balaclava soaked from your salty tears.

“ Shit- coming “.

With one last harsh thrust he releases into you feeling his cock pump semen in your core and the excess dripping down to your ass. Simon leans you against the coke metal wall against your hot skin.

“ Look at you covered pretty in all of my bite marks and your cunt dripping with my semen “ He kisses me gently this time cupping my cheeks. “ You did good for your first time training with me “.

He slowly removes himself from me places his cock onto my stomach, “ Next time you show attitude your punishment is gonna be much worse “.

Sorry for being dead for idk how many days I was having trouble writing something and then writing this and then i got distracted with cod mobile. Sorry for any fucked up spellings it’s 254 AM i’m tired 💀

Anyways hoped you enjoyed xoxo

[effervescentdragon]

i rly liked what you had to say in that long post and i agree with it, but something that i wanted to expand on a little bit more. what u talked about in dissonance vs acknowledgement but i think another key point in that discussion is the steps that people take when they're in the in group vs the out group. like when people are in the in group, they are more likely to be sympathetic to others struggling and are processing their own emotions. versus those in the out group who have little emotional investment and are usually a little bit more callous. people in the in group are offended by the callousness that people in the out group treat them with, which causes more tension despite the groups agreeing on things in general. for a non recent drama example: mick getting fired last year. the in group (mick stans) were very sad about this and very emotional. people in the out group (non mick stans) were like dude what did you expect he wasn't preforming and this writing was on the wall are u delusional and don't have eyes? meanwhile, micks stans knew that he wasn't doing well but they're processing their own emotions but the out group's behavior makes it so that bridge of agreement can't happen.

hello, thank you! okay so i do see your point and i think that the mick example is both a good and a not so good example in this case, and i'll try and explain why.

firstly i do agree about the "in" and "out" group, though that also very much depends on where you stand and you own pov. but to go off your definitions here, if i take myself for an example, i was in the "out" group (non-stan of either mick or daniel) and therefore my responses to both were coloured by either my apathy towards mick or my antipathy towards daniel; let's suppose there was no positive emotion there. however; these two situations are fundamentally not the same.

mick got fired because of his lack of performance. this is a thing that happens often and it can happen to every one of our blorbos at some point. this was a matter of racing, aka their job. so no matter if people like mick, dislike mick, like haas, dislike haas, or anything else, it doesn't matter - it was, at the end of the day, another racer losing his job. the only consequences were there for him and his immediate family, and for his fans, who were/are understandably upset over it.

what daniel did had nothing to do with racing.

daniel, of his own free will, went to be a guest on a podcast he already said he enjoyed (i think, don't quote me on that) which is known to be full of misogynistic trash takes. once there, he proceeded to laugh at misogynistic jokes and make that "subjectively good drivers" joke himself, therefore affirming once again the prejudice against women drivers. this all comes right after f1 academy has fought to be broadcasted; after w-series lost funding and had to stop; after the question of disadvantages of women in motorsports and overcoming the blatant sexism has been in our (motorsports' fans and public) minds and in the discourse for a while. he did that after he already went on another podcast and laughed at the hosts' questions about "which eastern european female fans' pussy is the best" (a misquote, but the gist is the prejudice that all eastern european women are obviously whores; also, i do remember him saying "budapest" real quiet, but not quiet enough not to be caught by the mic, so take from that what you will).

this wasn't about racing. this wasn't about his job, like it was with mick. this was about a man who is followed by millions once again giving his fanbase affirmation that women are shit. shit drivers, shit pussy, shit whatever. this is blatant, outright sexism, and this has bigger impact than mick's contract termination. this is affirmation of patriarchal structures that feminism fights against, only it's presented with a wide smile and an aesthetically pleasing face, so "it's not that big of a deal"?

it is a big deal to me. i am a woman. why should i be okay with someone saying i'm shit just because of my gender at any moment in this life? why should any woman be okay with that? because someone you (general) like said it? because he's a man and we can't expect better? because that's just the way world is?

that's the fucking point. we fight so the world isnt like that. so that it isnt acceptable for women to be trash-talked callously on stupid podcasts. so that male celebrities need to think about what the fuck they say. so that people reassess and question their own biases. so that little girls can see someone who looks like them in an f1 racecar one day and maybe get inspired the same way all these boys do.

and this is where the "in" and "out" group thing doesn't work in my opinion, see. because while i will understand if mick fans block me for being callous about their boy's situation since i have no horse in that race and its just my mild annoyance with him that caused me to be unberable and potentially gleeful about him losing the seat, daniel fans that are rallying up to defend him can go fuck themselves tbh. because the fact that you would rather harass people over their completely valid outrage about his sexism than think on the aforementioned sexism yourself means that i dont want to interact with you. you have no moral high ground here, despite trying to take it by any means, when instead of reflecting on the actual harm those remarks, like any other sexist remarks, bring into the world, you'd rather hide behind deflection and attack people who are, again, rightfully upset over the sexism. there is also the matter of some takes i've seen which are basically just an attempt to dictate to those not in the "in" group how they should feel about it, using exactly the fact that they are in the "in" group of his fans as justification of why everybody else in the "out" group is just a big meanie.

fucking cry about it, i don't care. for me, sexism will never be okay, and i sure as fuck won't hold back in expressing my opinion about it, especially on the opinion website. and especially not for someone i don't even fucking like.

i hope this made sense! i:) thank you for the ask!

[josouhenshin]

Day 3

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Welcome back, josou enthusiasts. Last time, Mizuho and Shinobu picked up some women’s underwear (known to some as the foundation of crossdressing) to round out Shinobu’s first girl mode outfit. This time, we’re going to take Shinobu out on her first adventure en femme. 

At the end of the previous update, I put up a poll to help decide where to have them go next. The results were:

Town: 2 votes

Amusement park: 2 votes

French restaurant: 1 vote

Tennis court: 2 votes (including mine)

A 3 way tie is tricky to resolve, but town introduces some important things, so let’s take care of that first. Tennis is short and it’s got a special outfit so I’ll try to squeeze that in soon too.

Incidentally, I obtained the music through a bit of exploring, so let’s ease into the update with the main title theme:

First things first- we gotta equip the underwear. What had Mizuho picked out for us last time that had the two of them so flustered, I wonder, I wonder?

Music: BGM 11

A jra and joyshorts. I believe the flavor text describes them as something to the effect of “denim-like” or “with the vibes of denim” so I don’t think they’re actually junderwear but I could be wrong. Anyway I do like that they specifically start Shina here off with boyshorts instead of regular panties, I suppose that staple of the culture hasn’t changed much in 20 years. Equipping both gets Shina down from 109 bpm to 103. 

Important to note- if you don’t equip the underwear, Shina doesn’t pass and the events seem to mostly end with the two of them getting harassed and going home early. So put on the underwear. It’s the foundation of crossdressing, you know!

I also want to make a quick note about progression too. I tried out a few combinations of things, and it seems like the first time you visit any of these places you get the same event regardless of order. I’m not sure if your outfit or base stats influence things though, so getting access to clothes shopping is pretty important. This all feels very similar to messing around in first cycle termina or something though. Hard to tell how much is really accessible or what’s worth doing. 

Well, that’s enough dillydallying, I’m sure Mizuho is getting impatient. 

Music: BGM02

We’re out in public. Shina is visibly (and understandably) extremely nervous. Mizuho assures her that if she acts confident it’ll be fine. Shinobu mumbles in agreement and thinks to herself that it’s unbelievable that she actually went out looking like this.

“But when you crossdress and go out, the world is different, right?” Mizuho says.

“Yeah,” Shina agrees, “it’s like you’re not yourself.”

Mizuho says she remembers the feeling of going out for the first time well. Everything around seemed like it was brand new. She wondered why she’d never done it before, why she’d never gotten to know the world of crossdressing. Shina says she understands that feeling well. Just by dressing up it’s like a different world out there. 

Nearby they hear a solicitor passing out tissues. This is (was?) a common occurrence overseas similar to the american tradition of making someone stand out on the street and twirl signs. Mascot costume optional. They’re being kinda pushy.

The ad on the tissues says “recruiting: tele-club part time job.” Tele-club apparently being a term for phone sex hotlines. Shina muses that the two of them should probably think about looking for some part time work too... but working for a tele-club sounds like a bad idea. She also corrects herself from saying ‘boku’ to ‘atashi.’ They grow up so fast!

Mizuho agrees. She says it’ll help Shina with collecting new clothes and cosmetics and such.

“I guess with crossdressing you also need money, huh,” she considers.

Ah piss and shit and fuck the tissue guy overheard. Damn it. Now they’re stuck talking to him. He’s asking them if they’re job hunting. God- god damn it. Come on man. He’s recommending they take a look at the tele-club job. What a hassle. Shina tries to politely turn him down. He’s disappointed but offers them a more regular part time job at a cafe instead. Well that’s very nice and not at all shady. He says cute girls like them would be well received, since they don’t have any waitresses. 

“I wonder whether we’d get to wear a cute uniform or something,” Shina thinks to herself. But, she also figures that getting a part time job while crossdressing sounds like a terrible idea. She asks if they’re recruiting men for the job too, and-

“Men?!” he’s totally flabbergasted. He says, well, we’re accepting anyone, but why? “Did you want to get a job with your boyfriend?” He asks if they have boyfriends. 

Man this guy is shady. But Shina is also not playing it off well at all. “Well, I don’t have a boyfriend, but, uh, what do I say-” she stammers.

Mizuho asks for directions to the cafe. He explains the route. He also gives his name: Jin Asakura. “Let’s be friends, okay?”

You may have guessed from his severaltitude of sprites, but you can fuck that guy down the line. If you want. From what I understand there’s a few different jobs you can get, each with a handful of associated romanceable characters. I think you also meet the green haired girl through the cafe job, and maybe some others, but I’m not sure how the progression works out yet. More investigation to come. 

“Jeez, you went and said something weird and that guy got confused,” Mizuho accuses. But she also agrees that crossdressing at work sounds awful. She also says she wants to see Shina as a waitress though. Much to consider, huh?

Thus ends the day. We’ve opened up a few new events by talking to that guy. For starters, there’s a new “your house” option on the map in girl mode, and it also adds the cafe on the map in boy mode. Like I said, I think I want to do the tennis court event next, but after that I might take suggestions about where to go again. 

Until next time, girls and girl-likes <3

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[meili-sheep]

Why is the wine always gone?

Al-Haitham: Where is my wine?

Kaveh: I have no idea.

Al-Haitham: No, you know where it is, so tell me where now.

Kaveh: I don’t have to tell you anything because it isn’t my wine. You tell me every time I so much as I raise a complaint. ‘My plates, my food, my furniture, my rooms’ and all of that. So I really have no obligation to do much of anything in this case.

Al-Haitham: (inhales) Kaveh, please stop being so difficult and just tell me.

Kaveh: It’s mostly gone . . .

Al-Haitham:

Kaveh: . . . down into my gut.

Al-Haitham: Well, it’s your wine now. Have fun paying for it.

————

Only in Sumeru will people find this entertaining.

Kaveh: Al-Haitham, look at this!

Al-Haitham: What now?

They look upon one of the message boards, except some people took the time to arrange one of their arguments in chronological order along with other papers that act as references to quotes they make, their sources, references to other arguments in the past, and a public discussion forum with a scoreboard and other commentary.

Al-Haitham: Who would even have the free time to do this?

Kaveh: And for what reason? Are our debates really that entertaining?

Al-Haitham: Huh. I don’t understand how they could be to the outsider.

Kaveh: And why don’t we have anything on the scoreboard yet? Who took the time to determime that there were 36 draws?

Al-Haitham: (reads off one of the comments) “Recently, I was lucky enough to witness one of the debates firsthand in the cafe. The scribe holds a more collected composure than the other, but I couldn’t really bring myself to choose a side as the both of them had really good points. However, I personally find that if they could come to an agreement on certain things (and if they were applied), Sumeru would be better off for it!”

Kaveh: (reads off another one of the comments) “As much I find myself more comfortable with the scribe’s pragmatism, I find the architect’s takes on our culture and values to be quite refreshing. It’s broadened my approaches to things and I have found myself better for it. I would love to have a debate with them myself one day, but I feel as if I would hardly be able to keep up with either of them!”

Al-Haitham & Kaveh: Huh.

Kaveh: Interesting.

Al-Haitham: Quite.

————

“You’ll get your payment when you open this damn door!”

Kaveh: I don’t regret a thing.

Al-Haitham: You should.

Kaveh: No, you should because you fucked around and then you found out.

Al-Haitham: You’re the one that did this!

Kaveh: You’re the one who took the keys! What else was I supposed to do, wait for you to get home?!?

Al-Haitham: Yes, like a sane person.

Kaveh: And how long would that have taken, days? I couldn’t risk that!

Al-Haitham: Look at it, you clown. Look at was used to be a perfectly fine door. The door that was violently ripped off of it’s fucking hinges!

Kaveh: I know, it was really well-aged mahogany too!

Al-Haitham: Then why did you rip it off in the first place?!?

Kaveh: Why do you think I’m so pissed in the first place? I had to do that to a high quality door - the only decent thing you had in this house, mind you - and I wouldn’t have had to if you didn’t take the keys, you little shit.

Al-Haitham: Maybe if you occasionally remembered to take them with you whenever you went out, we wouldn’t have this problem.

Kaveh: How hard can it be to just have a key underneath the welcome mat like a normal person.

Al-Haitham: As if I’m stupid enough to let people just walk into my house like that.

Kaveh: You are the worst roommate I’ve ever had!

Al-Haitham: Well, I have to live with you!

Kaveh: Archons, you’re such a bastard-

Al-Haitham: And you irritate the hell out of me-

Random Person: (above them, from another residence) Quiet down! I don’t mind your debates, but could you kindly not have them outside when I’m trying to get some sleep?!?

Kaveh & Al-Haitham: (shuts up immediately)

Random Person: (mutters) Archons, these scholars think they can do whatever they want and get away with disturbing the peace . . . (shuts the window)

Al-Haitham: . . . can you at least fix it?

Kaveh: Pay me first.

Al-Haitham: Me feeding you and covering your tab this month is payment enough.

Kaveh: Fine.

————

Oh my God, they were roommates . . .

I can't tell you how happy I was when I saw this.

God, I love them both so much. They are such an interesting pair and I'm really hoping now that Kaveh is revealed and Al Hatiam being in 3.4. Kaveh will be out with him because that would just be hilarious to be honest.

[joydilouis]

The Greatest song analysis

Ahhh I had to analyze this song. It is too loud to resist.

This entire album is about sifting through the pain of the past and having faith that the future will be better. Just like my song lyric analysis for Lucky again Here The Greatest is yet another song that projects that happy future where Louis and his love no longer have to hide.

Tell you I'm on my way

Nothing can make me late

Said I had a plan for us- (Probably the same masterplan he reminisced about in silver tongues.) There is a theory they were supposedly given permission to come out in 2015 and when zayn left management went back on the agreement. Nothin can make me late, as in he was set and ready to do it with no cold feet.

Time had came and changed it all- Zayn left, babygate started and 1D broke up. A series of events they could not predict.

We had to disappear- (they were closeted in the band but we still saw them in close proximity because they were in the same band. After the hiatus, us seeing them together at all publicly stopped.)

'Cause nothing gets through here, through that circle 'round my heart where the best of me should start- (what is in his heart couldn't come across to management who told them to keep it all to themselves in private. 'Spreading you open is the only way of knowing you' both these lyrics hint at the iron closet louis was put in. There is no way he could get across that he wasn't a straight man with a kid from a one night stand and a longtime gf. The best of him meaning who he really was as a person and who he loves. AIMH tweet comes to mind.)

I said you know me

Alone, we're only

Just as good as the rest- totally gay lyrics. Alone? If this is about el then it doesn't make sense because he is supposed to be with her long term. Alone meaning he was not with the person sometimes and so everyone assumes he is straight without his person around because when he is stunting he is basically alone.

Together we're the greatest

We'll never be left cold again- Larry Stylinson the name itself holds power. They have so many fans and shippers etc., so much support despite not being to openly thank us the fact that they have support without confirmation is incredible. If and when they do come out and show that they are together and not with other people that day they will truly be the greatest and never have to hide in the cold closet again. Coacoac when that first blow hits you cold.

No fallin' all to pieces- (hinting at Harry's song Falling where he sings about falling alone without his love, Coacoac's dead birds and broken beaks.)

We're the greatest

It's you and me until the end- Louis ain't going back to that shit again he gonna remain in the light with his love.

Life for us is never over- we are not going to give up or give into letting others control them anymore.

The way you know somethin

Your face reminding me

Of a love you cannot hide- Harry reminding him of the past and what they've been through and saying with his look that he cannot go back there. He is reminding louis he can't hide his feelings, he was never good at it and doesn't wanna do it again.

But don't need to tell me why- doesn't need to tell louis because he knows what is written on his face (no pun intended.)

Back dancin' in the dark

Back to the very start- louis explains why harry doesn't need to tell him what he is thinking about. He is thinking about the unbearable idea of having to go another day stunting and hidden.

Finding' pieces that can fit

We can hope for what we miss- missed out on a lot of shit not being able to go public.

Bridge and chorus again reaffirming his decision.

[anechomirrored]

Fandom: Undertale, swapfell

Rating: T

Prompt(s):"I don't think this is your problem."

Warnings: none

Your arrival to the coffee shop that morning was heralded, as always, by the chime of the little silver bell hanging just above the door. You walked up to the counter, greeted Rus as usual and ordered the beverage that suited you today.

Tea, coffee, cocoa; you cycled through your favorites on the regular. Today you went with a hot cup of coffee made just to your liking by one of your favorite monsters.

He gave you his usual lopsided smile. The sunlight caught his golden fang giving him an impish look.

"m'bro's at the back o' the shop."

"He beat me here?" you asked, a bit surprised.

You usually had time to settle in and get a chapter or two of reading done before your usual coffeeshop companion arrived.

Rus let out little laugh, the corners of his sockets crinkling in that familiar yet illogical way all expressions that graced your boney friends' skulls seemed to.

"Good luck, sweet." he rasped turning back to the cash as he prepared the next person's order.

You made your way to the back to where another familiar and much shorter skeleton sat clutching his overly large mug like a life line.

Unlike his brother, Sans did not naturally thrive in the early morning.

"Good morning, Captain. What has you here before ten?"

Sans gave you a weary smile. There were shadows under his eyesockets.

"Good morning...It has been a long week." He took another long sip from his mug.

The softness of his voice, the way his usually proud shoulders hunched and the way his eyelights appeared dull in his sockets told you that this was an understatement.

"Do you have the weekend, at least?" You asked, settling into the chair opposite his.

"I will have tomorrow. I'll be running errands and the next day I offered to assist with-"

"You need to rest, Sans."

"I am quite capable of keeping my prior engagements." He insisted.

You tested the side of your mug with a finger and finding it safe, you laid your palm fully against it. The heat felt good on your chilled hand.

"Well, yes but you look exhausted and really think a day in might be a good idea."

Sans shook his head. He was smiling in that soft way that he reserved for a select few.

"I don't think this is your problem. Though I do appreciate your concern."

"But, Sans..." You paused as Sans reached across the table to take your free hand.

"Did you forget your gloves?" He asked.

His brow furrowed as he brushed his own gloved thumb over your chilled skin.

Your hands were well worked and in this colder weather they got dry and cracked.

" You should be kinder to your hands, dearest."

"Are you really going to worry about my hands and still insist me worrying over your sleep schedule is not my problem?" You reached up with your hand warmed by the mug and traced his brow before coming to cup his blush lit cheek lightly.

"...I..." he cleared his non existant throat and tried again, "It's just that the Buns are expecting and we are short for patrols..."

You smiled and let it reach your eyes. It was easy to do around him.

"You are always doing so much for everyone else." You brushed a thumb along the top of his cheekbone and let out a sigh, "If I make an effort to wear my gloves , will you at least spend half the day relaxing?"

Sans had sucessfully reached a new shade of violet. He opened his mouth to speak and then closed it again.

Feeling a bit impish you leaned a bit closer, the smile on your lips turning coy as his eyelights noticably shifted down towards them.

"I-I suppose those are reasonable terms, Angel." His voice was almost impossibly quiet for him.

"Good." You whispered back before deciding mercy was the correct choice.

The kiss was chaste, filled with a care that neither of you chose to offer up lightly.

Drawing back slowly your smile was unsupressable.

"Glad we could come to an agreement."

A single look at that smug smile had Sans laughing.

"I'm sure, now perhaps we should return to more publicly appropriate pastimes? Perhaps you can tell me about your newest reading endeavor?"

You nodded.

Stubborn as he was, you knew Sans would keep his side of the deal. So for the rest of your time together you found yourself strategizing on how to not forget your gloves.

[crimewriter]

this meme

for updated Ángel/Pat because it's about damn time

how did they meet?

Ángel worked for Pat's father, Javier, since before she was born. The first time he saw her as a newborn baby, fussing in her mother's arms, he didn't pay her much mind. Pat obviously doesn't remember the encounter, he's just always been around.

who flirted with who first?

Pat. When they reunited as adults, Ángel really did see her as off-limits in many ways. He's much older, the alliance they had was rocky at best, and he's put her through a lot in the past. So her flirting was surprising, and although he'd flirt back sometimes, he felt like he was responsible to not let it go any further.

was it love at first sight or a slowburn romance?

Slowish burn. I personally believe a slow burn should take a long time, and with them it didn't, but it definitely wasn't immediate.

did they start dating right away or were they friends before things became romantic?

You could say they were friends, or maybe "frenemies". They clashed hard in the beginning, and although with time they definitely started getting along better and growing closer, they still argued constantly by the time they hooked up.

what was their first date?

It was a dinner date at Ángel's house. They weren't supposed to be seen together, so it wasn't safe to take her anywhere else. They dressed up and had a really fancy dinner. It was a nice evening.

Their first date in public was a weekend trip to St. Barths. They explored the island, holding hands and being affectionate in public just because they could.

what are their favourite things to do on date nights?

They enjoy live music, small intimate concerts and performances so it's not too crowded. Similarly, when they do dates at home they'll play and sing and dance together a lot. They also like going to dinner and to the movies.

do they still go on dates after being together for a while?

That time hasn't come yet, but yes, absolutely. Having time to focus solely on each other is very important to them.

what is their love language?

It's a mixture of all of them, but primarily gift giving and acts of service. Separately, Pat loves physical touch and Ángel loves quality time, so they do a lot of those too.

who kissed who first?

Pat kissed him first, after an argument (which I would say is the most Pat thing to do).

who started the relationship?

In the beginning, it was more of an unofficial thing. They'd fuck, they'd go on dates, they'd spend time together, they'd even talk about having feelings for each other, but they never specified having an actual exclusive relationship.

But of course, Pat would get visibly jealous of any woman within a 5 mile radius of him. His jealousy of her was more subtle, but it definitely existed. He also hated it when she had to return to Juárez, and he didn't know when they'd be able to see each other in person again.

At some point they confronted each other about those things, and it was when they decided to make it official. But it will still be a while before they're able to be open about it.

monogamy or polyamory?

lol we all know Pat's not doing polyamory unless she has a gun to her head. Monogamy all the way.

are they/do they plan on getting married?

They aren't, and they don't typically talk about it when the scenario around their relationship is so unstable. It's like there's a silent agreement between them: wait until the cartel war is over, and if we're both alive we'll think about that.

But there are moments where they mention it casually; talking about what pets they'd have, or how that nice painting they saw the other day will look good in their living room when they live together. Deep down, getting married is something both of them want very badly.

who proposed? was it a yes or no?

In a happy AU, Ángel will propose, in a pretty (and likely public) spot. She'll say yes without hesitation.

do they want kids? who brought it up first?

In this happy AU, they do have children together in the future. Pat really wants kids, and Ángel doesn't not want them, he just doesn't think about it as often because he already has a daughter. For this reason Pat's the one who brings it up first. He's on board though.

do they already have kids, together or from previous relationships?

Pat doesn't. Ángel has a 13 year old daughter named Isabella from his past marriage. Together they'll have some in the happy AU, but I haven't decided how many yet.

how do they take care of each other when they are sick/hurt?

Pat gets moody as hell. Ángel enjoys taking care of her, but it can be so difficult to convince her that working herself to exhaustion won't make the sickness go away. Ángel on the other hand is the kind of person who whines about being sick, but insists it's not that bad when suggested that he takes some meds or goes to the doctor. It annoys the fuck out of Pat. But she thinks of how gentle he is with her when she's sick, so she tries her best to be patient with him. But still, there are definitely days where they snap and argue.

In the case of a serious illness or injury, they'll be spending whole nights awake just to make sure the other is okay and has everything they need. They'll also do the other's chores and make their home quiet and comfortable.

how do they like to spend time together?

They really enjoy each other's company a lot, even if they're just sitting on the couch and talking. They love watching movies, or singing and playing guitar together on lazy days.

what are their favourite non-sexual forms of intimacy?

Bringing each other food and coffee. Hand-holding and cheek kisses. When they look at each other from across the room and they can just tell they're thinking the exact same thing.

what are some of their favourite things about their partner?

They both admire each other's resilience, determination and ambition. Ángel always knew she was going to go far. He also likes that she's bold and argumentative and assertive, and that she has a personality that can't be overlooked.

Pat has seen how gentle he can be, and also how violent if the situation calls for it. She loves both sides of him. She finds him intelligent and slightly intimidating in the sense that impressing him is difficult, but it's a challenge she loves to partake in.

how do they comfort the other when they are upset?

Ángel will spoil her with gifts, offer to draw her a bath or cook for her. Pat will offer a hug or cuddles or a massage. Both will try to coax the other to talk about it, but they're definitely more likely to start off with gestures of emotional support like that.

who buys the other spontaneous gifts?

Both! Pat does it because it's one of her main love languages. Ángel does it because he noticed how happy it makes her when he brings her a gift, even if small. She just likes to know he was thinking about her even when she wasn't there.

what position do they sleep in?

Usually spooning, or with Pat with her head on his chest. In the secret affair stage of their relationship, sleeping together is a rarity, so they'll be in each other's arms whenever they have the opportunity.

do they bathe/shower together?

They love taking a bath together after sex. It's their time to relax, and for Ángel to pamper her with massages and kisses. Showering is more rare, but not off the table.

do they do anything else in the bath/shower other than wash?

They fuck, but not that often. Shower sex is when they have no time for anything else. A second round in the bath is nice, but Ángel is much older and usually needs a longer time to recover in between rounds.

in the bedroom - vanilla, a little spice, or kinky af?

A little spice. They do some light dom/sub stuff and their sex can be quite rough at times, but I wouldn't go as far as calling them super kinky.

for applicable ships - who is more dominant/submissive?

In the day to day, both are equally dominant. In bed, even though Pat is a vers, Ángel is definitely more dominant so most of the time she takes a more submissive role

what is their favourite sex position?

Cowgirl, but with both of them sitting up so she's on his lap.

do either of them enjoy bringing sex toys into the bedroom?

They don't care that much about it tbh. They'd be willing to try it out if the other suggested it, but even then it'd be more of a once in a while kind of thing rather than something they'd like to do regularly.

favourite place to have sex?

Pat enjoys the thrill of having sex somewhere other than the bed, like they were too caught up in the moment to make it to the bedroom. So it's not uncommon for them to fuck on the couch, against the wall, or at whatever available surface. But of course, the bed is a classic. Ángel's office, too.

most adventurous place they’ve had sex?

A pile of cocaine ready to be shipped overseas. A jet plane in the air is a close second.

how often do they fight? what about?

In the beginning they used to fight pretty much everyday. Ángel disliked that she was impulsive and unpredictable. Frankly, he found her immature too. Pat was still extremely hurt over the past (more specifically, Ángel's role in the attack she suffered as a teenager), and she would snap at him constantly. But these fights definitely got better once they began working through the past. Pat realized she could forgive him, because her anger was misdirected. And Ángel realized just how much of his refusal to let himself care about her was because he felt guilty over what happened.

Aside from that, they fight over Pat's irrational jealousy, or Ángel's tendency to shut her out when he's upset, or because they're both hot-headed and end up taking their anger out on each other sometimes.

Serious fights tend to revolve around César, or their arrangement with Pat as his informant. They're more rare, but definitely explosive when they happen.

have they ever broken up?

As an affair, quite a few times, specially after the explosive fights I just talked about. But they had to talk to each other for work at some point, and ended up back together.

messy breakup, amicable split, remain friends, ride or die or til death do us part?

til death do us part :(