#like i get it if i was invited to a party only to see the person i'm interested in interested in someone else i'd probably be pissed

[kivrumi]

GEEK! SATORU GOJO / FEM! READER ᗢ𓄹 ׅ ࣪ ˖ ⊹

⚠️ WARNINGS: no actual smut in part 2 mb... (part 3 defo tho) masturbation beside you, you catch him, dirty fantasies and thoughts, pervert behaviour, panty stealing, down bad Satoru, submissive Gojo, NSFW, virgin Gojo who is severely downbad for reader. so so so FLUFFY

A little bit of Geto/Sukuna x reader

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3

geek!gojo who is staring at your Instagram. Is it appropriate to follow you after one conversation with you? He stalks your social media daily anyways, what difference does it make? Nevermind, Gojo is too much of a pussy to make that kind of move.

geek!gojo who gets little "hi"s and waves from you now. Your friends have become salty realising your small friendship with the white haired man, it only fuels Gojo to be more cocky (in his head).

Listen, geek!gojo is very attractive. Everyone knows it! People that have never heard of him approach him for his good looks, but immediately back down when he starts yapping about the most irrelevant shit. No one could handle him, to that point they didn't even want him if it came with dealing with that bullshit.

geek!gojo who thought he would never find someone to match his freak... until you guys first talked.

geek!gojo who has already made a playlist for you. Songs he found out you like and songs he likes merged in one, this playlist is NOT for you to see. Its just what he listens to in order to fall asleep every night.

geek!gojo who wonders why Suguru has been more dry and avoidant lately, ever since Gojo told him about his relationship development with you. Oh well, it's probably nothing!

geek!gojo who still can't find himself to go up to you. So, you were the first to strike up a conversation. You are... inviting him to a party?

geek!gojo who has never been to a party. The most social event in his life is his weekly club where all the other geeks join (there are only two others)

geek!gojo who accepts your invite immediately, he would be a fool to say no.

geek!gojo who is taking forever to decide on what to wear for the day.

Then the day of the party finally arrives...

"Gojo hey, where you going?" you ask as you eye his... intresting pick of attire. Gojo notices how your outfit is way more casual, tank top, skirt and god those thigh highs. Your tank top was enchanting your breasts, he just wanted to throw his head in them to avoid having to see people glace at his stupid idea of clothing.

geek!gojo who wore a suit to a frat party.

Is this not what people wore to parties? Oh my god he is so embarrassed right now, he is definitely about to leave. Walking out, he bumps into you!

"Oh nowhere uh" He replies, scratching the back of his head, sweating.

"Good, come on" then you wrapped your arm around his arm to drag him further into the party, causing his blush to openly show on his face. "I like your suit Gojo, if i knew you would dress classy i would've worn a nice dress to go along with it".

geek!gojo who cant handle the mere thought of you actively trying to match with him. I mean, you could always match classy attire after this, perhaps at a restaurant with just the two of you.

you who got dragged away by your lame friends about seven minutes in on you and Gojo just discussing about random media topics.

geek!gojo who is all alone at this party now.

geek!gojo who invited Geto over text, just to get left on read.

geek!gojo who has been wandering around the place for about half an hour now, and he finally sees you.

you who was on Sukunas lap. Fuck, the rumours were right?

he had the urge to just drink to get drunk but Gojo just doesn't drink at all, he liked imagining it tho.

geek!gojo who explores the house deeper, this was your house, right?

nevermind, there is a portrait of Toji by one of the beds. Toji is just another nuisance part of your friendgroup.

geek!gojo who just sits on the floor of a random guest bedroom and curls up into himself. He is alone at a big party but doesnt have the strength to leave when your pretty self personally invited him.

geek!gojo who falls asleep on the floor, only to be waken up by your tiny hand resting on his forehead.

"Gojo, you okay?" he hears you ask as his eyes slowly flutter open. You were checking his temperature, was he feeling unwell.

geek!gojo who is heating up at the idea of you caring for him and taking your time to see if he feels alright. Him heating up just makes you more suspicious of a fever.

geek!gojo mumbles under his breath.

"You're so perfect" but of course you couldn't catch what he said. You just started sitting by him, staring out to he distance with him.

geek!gojo who didn't realise how tired he was till your shoulder was right by his, now his head slowly leaning onto you, fighting himself to stay awake.

He falls asleep again on your shoulder.

geek!gojo who has no idea what time it is, but he is at the back of a cab now? Next to... you?

"Oh you're finally awake Gojo," You said glancing at him, Gojo looked around and then to his Pikachu watch.

4:32 a.m.

The driver said something about it being your stop. Did you take him to your house? Gojo who questions why he was at your house when you both left the car.

"Huh? I asked you Gojo, i woke you up and said we needed to get a cab then you kept begging not to be left alone. Then i asked if you wanted to just stay over mine and well you seemed to really want that"

of course he had to be an idiot half(?) sleep walking.

"You change your mind?" You ask, obviously not wanting Gojo to be uncomfortable in your home.

"No no i uh dont want to be alone tonight aha..m as i said... uhh call me Satoru, by the way," he quickly added nervously, he didn't like how you always called him Gojo.

geek!satoru who is now awkwardly sitting on your couch, being persistent about sleeping there and not on your bed with you. He would definitely get a boner just by being in your room. God even this couch smells like you, his pants already feel stiff.

"Okay well if you find it uncomfortable don't be shy to hop in my bed, its big enough for the two of us"

geek!satoru who is soooo uncomfortable on this couch. Was it genuinely made out of rock? Soon as you let him into your heart he will take you couch shopping, prices are on him.

geek!satoru who gets bored because he seriously can't sleep. He looks around your living room, it seems like you alone, do you have a job thats currently making you able to afford it?

geek!satoru who ends up snooping around everywhere. When he gets to the bathroom he is amazed by the scents of shampoo and just the idea you've been naked in here many of times. Yes, he got hard from that mere thought.

geek!satoru who spotted... your panties... right ontop of the laundry basket.

geek!satoru who didn't think twice, although his mind keeps cussing him telling him to stop, before grabbing your panties and unbuckling his belt.

geek!satoru who is leaning on the door, panties on his dick, imagining you were right beside him jacking him off saying sweet evil words in his ear. His moans had to be kept to himself, he only let out shaky breaths or a quiet 'please'. He doesn't know if he should edge himself or overstimulate himself, what would you do to him? He needs to do this accurately...

geek!satoru who has already came twice in your panties. No use washing them now, he might aswell pocket them.

geek!satoru who leaves the bathroom only to be surprised by your face out of nowhere. It was honestly life threatening how beautiful you look extremely tired, messy hair, confused face, baggy shirt and PJ shorts.

"Satoru you're still awake?" You look up and down at him and let out an 'oh'. Oh shit, Was what he did obvious?? "I'm so sorry Satoru i forgot you were wearing a suit... come let me find you something better," And with that you grabbed his trembling hand and took him to your bedroom.

...

YOUR bedroom.

geek!satoru who is at the edge of your bed as you rummage through your wardrobe. He is looking around your room, seeing all of your special intrests displayed in posters, figurines and random other stuff. As much as he was intrested in your room he honestly did this to distract himself from you bending over in your shorts finding him clothes.

"Sometimes i buy oversized shirts so that will do, not sure about bottoms tho," You say as you throw an oversides shirt to him, he immediately strips himself from his suit and tie.

geek!satoru who can't see your wondering eyes as you strip, he wouldn't even dare to think you have intrest in him despite him knowing of his own good looks.

but damn your eyes are glued to his toned chest before he covers himself. Damn you needed more than that.

"Oh look at that i found some oversized PJs that my friend left over!" Now just who was that friend? An ex? Someone you were intrested in or that friend took intrest in you? Satoru didn't want those nasty PJs but you were offering who was he to deny. He would rather die than deny your attempt to help.

You look away as he strips the rest of his clothes, and once he changed into the PJs you looked over toward him. Is it weird you like him in your shirt, although its a bit too tight for him due to his toned chest. You wouldn't mind him topless too.

geek!satoru who does not want to go back to the couch aka hell. But he is to shy to ask to sleep beside you. Luckily, you feel the same way.

"Satoru please take the bed, ill take the couch dont worry"

"N-no- it's fine ill uhm. I don't mind.. sharing the bed now" Why was that so hard to say.

Satoru has found himself tucked under your sheets now, your side still empty as your walking around your room doing god knows what.

Finally, you go to rest right beside him, both of you sharing one blanket.

6:13 a.m.

geek!satoru can't sleep now due to you being right beside him. He tries blocking out his perverted thoughts but how can he help it when he can feel the warmth of your body, the scent of your hair, him being drowned in your bed and shirt.

It seemed like you was asleep, would it be okay to... touch himself quietly?

To be honest that's just how he tries sleeping every night, it works the best.

geek!satoru slowly slid down the PJs and palmed himself through his digimon boxers with a light grunt. He had to stay quiet, you was sleeping so soundly beside him, he wouldn't want you to waste any sleep.

He peeled his boxers off his hand immediately reached for his pink strained dick, he couldn't stop moving his hand up and down, his hips buckled into his fist as his teeth gripped his lips harshly. His other hand reached for the bed, his tip kept sliding against the blanket on top of him, leaving a sticky patch. The pleasure was overwhelming, and the force to stay quiet was too difficult. He quietly whispered your name as his thumb moved towards his tip, he keeps trying to imagine what you would do to him, how would you jerk him off?

geek!satoru got a bit careless, his thrusts got harsher and his moans got louder. He whined at how good he felt, and your name seemed to never leave his tongue.

"Satoru?"

With his name being uttered by your pretty lips he felt his high, his body shook from pleasure and his breathing hitched. He let out a needy whimper, stroking himself to finish off properly. But now his high was done, he realised not only did he stain your sheets, you watched it happen.

He slowly looks over to you, you couldn't see his dick as he was still under the sheets but the way he was acting, thrusting and moaning it was definitely obvious what he was doing. He made it very obvious he was getting off to you too with the amount of times he called your name.

You was a bit quiet, you seemed to be thinking about what exactly to say or to do to handle this situation.

What the fuck. Maybe you were nastier than him.

"Want me to help you.. Toru...?"

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PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3

note: i know i said smut in part 2 but i didnt want to rush it too much i apologise. IF YOU WERE TAGGED IN THIS YOU WILL BE TAGGED FOR ANY OTHER PARTS.

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[ignoringmyexams]

jason is in the kitchen after patrol the night before halloween, wondering if he should get some takeaway, when his phone rings.

"who the hell calls this late at night? its 4am.."

its your name. he picks up at once.

"hey, you awake? can i come over?" , by the tone in your voice, it seems like you wont take no for an answer.

"it doesnt matter" you continue, "im already standing outside of your door"

this is the only safehouses you know about, and jason has been careful to make you think that he lives there all the time. usually he wouldnt risk you seeing his red hood gear, but at 4am, he thought it was safe to head here, as it was his nearest and largest apartment. he really didnt want to run 10 minutes through the cold and rainy october night to get to the next safehouse, and so now he finds himself rushing to hide his gear someplace you wont find it.

"uh, sure, just wait and ill let you in" he manages to stammer out, feeling nervous not only because he didnt want you to find out his secret identity. he never thought he would end up in this situation that night he met you at that dive bar on the outskirts of crime alley. you were so obviously out of place there, hanging out with your friends, anybody could see that you were students from gotham university, on the hunt for a cheap beer. he and roy had quickly stepped in under the guise of being friendly drunks, to protect you from the leer of some of gothams underbelly.

since then, youd kept coming to the dive bar, and jason kept coming to look out for you. after a while he just accepted that youd managed to work your way into his life, and now hed drive halfway across the city to meet you for lunch after your lectures. at some point, he noticed that his gaze seemed to linger longer that it had used to, and by now he had realized that he was mad about you. something he hoped you still were oblivious to.

"i promise you, you wont regret it. ive brought takeaway!" you chirped back at him.

jason lets you in, and hungrily takes the bag from you. by now youve learned that dumplings are a quick way to get him to do your bidding.

"shouldnt you be sleeping right now? i remember you saying that you have an early lecture tomorrow, or, today i guess." jason asked you. in fact he knew you had an early lecture, because he had your schedule memorized by now, to be able to suprise you with lunch. at this point his brain blocked out other dates and appointments to be able to remember more about you, someting that got him in trouble with bruce every time he forgot training sessions, or family meetings.

you were sat on the sofa, taking up as much space as you possibly could, something you did every time you came over. jason watched as your face turned deadly serious.

"jason, what im about to tell you cant leave this room. you have to promise me."

"of course" he reassured, worried now, "you can tell me everything",

"you sure?" you shot back, "i dont want this to change our relationship, or the way you view me, ok? im still the same person ive always been."

now he was really worried.

"im batman." you said with a completely straight face. "vengeance never sleeps, and so neither can i."

he looked at you with the most deadpan expression he could manage at that point. you held out in silence for what seemed an impressive amount of time before you cracked.

"its true" you wheezed out, "my friends want me to be batman at the halloween party tomorrow, but the costume hasnt arrived yet. and so ive got to use last years costume instead."

the infamous costume of halloween last year. the one jason never got to see you in, as he didnt know you at the time. he hasnt even seen a picture, but the thought that you own it is enough to drive him crazy.

"and so i wondered", you continued, "if i, pretty pleeeasee, could borrow your leather jacket, you know, the one that maches red hoods perfectly?"

now usually, jason would have said no. no one touches that jacket. but its you. and jason was also invited to said halloween party. and if youre going to make him socialize, he might as well have something to look at while doing it. and so he throws the jacket at you.

"try it on", and you do.

although jason is taller and broader than you, you still have some muscle on you, that fills out the arms and shoulders of the jacket in a way that makes it look just oversized instead of akward.

jason almost wants you to keep it. the smile he receives when he lets you borrow it is all he can think of the rest of that night, as he eats the dumplings you left for him.

[lesservillain]

Request: Friends to lovers with Steve? We want so desperately for him to notice us, but he never asks us to hang out outside of the group. We’ve got to take matters into our own hands…or do we?

i wrote all of this in one sitting so enjoy!

cw: smut, piv, perv steve

wc: 3.3k

You looked yourself over in the mirror a few times to make sure everything was in place. There would be other people at this pool party, including the kids, so you weren’t trying to show off too much. But you wanted to made sure you looked good. Good enough for him.

It had been a long time crush, longer than you’d like you admit, that turned into a head over heels affection for Steve Harrington as recently as last year. When you were tossed into the throws that was “the Starcourt Mall incident,” you saw how brave and caring he could be in real time when it came to putting himself before you and the others. It just solidified the feelings that you’d been harboring for the king since before he started working with you at Scoops Ahoy.

But Steve just didn’t seem to feel the same way about you.

You watched as he flirted with countless girls at the mall as they came in for ice cream, and you’ve seen him do the same with the girls at Family Video where he now works with Robin. You even thought that him and Robin might be having a secret fling, but she assured you that was not the case. Either way, Steve never seemed to even be more than friendly with you. And it was really starting to bum you out.

Now that you work at your mom’s hair salon, the only way the two of you really see each other was when the whole gang would get together. Which today happened to be such an occasion. It was Dustin’s birthday party and the weather was warm enough that Steve decided to throw him a pool party at his house. Dustin extended an invite to you and you decided it would be the perfect opportunity to finally catch Steve’s attention.

You checked out the two piece on your body in the mirror. The ruffled top accentuated your breasts and the bottoms were just peaky enough to leave more to be desired. Plus the navy really brought out the colour of your eyes. You did feel a little dumb putting on make up and doing your hair, but you didn’t plan on going under the water so you were sure you’d be fine.

When you pulled up to Steve’s house you could already hear the kids being rowdy in the back yard. You grabbed Dustin’s gift from your back seat and went around the back to find everyone there. It didn’t take long to find Steve, manning the grill in his swim trucks and a cropped, sleeveless t-shirt. Jesus christ.

“You came!” Dustin shouted from the pool grabbing your attention.

“Of course I came!” You reply, raising the wrapped box in your hand. “Wouldn’t miss my little buddy’s big 15th!”

“Told you guys she would come,” Dustin says pointing this thumb in your direction. The kids all rolled their eyes at him and continued swimming around in the pool.

“Hey,” Steve says, giving you a wave. “You can set that inside if you want. Don’t want these bone heads to accidentally get it wet with one of their water guns.”

That's when you noticed. The entire front of Steve’s body was clearly drenched in water and it was leaving little to the imagination about what was underneath. His chest hair was clearly visible through the shirt, as were his nipples…

“Earth to dingus, are you okay?”

Robin’s voice snapped you out of your trance.

“Y-yeah, sorry, I’m just feeling a little spacey today is all.”

“Sure you are,” she said with wiggled eyebrows. Robin didn’t know you had a crush on Steve, but you were sure she expected it, even though you denied it anytime she asked.

“Do you want a beer?” Steve asks, bending over to grab one from the cooler.

“Sure,” you say with a slight stutter. This was going to be a long day, and you might as well have a drink to help you keep it together.

“I’ll help you take that inside,” Robin says after Steve hands you a beer. You nod and the two of you go through the sliding glass door. 

There were several other gifts set out on the table so you just sat your gift there with the rest. When you turned to look at Robin, she had a shit eating grin on her face.

“What?” You ask, trying to keep as collected as possible.

“Oh, nothing,” she says, “Just seemed like you were checking Steve out out there.”

“Robin, I was not checking him out.”

“I knew you’d deny it. But I have eyes, and I can tell when someone wants to eat another person alive.”

You scoff, rolling your eyes at her.

“Steve is just a friend. I was just surprised to see him soaking wet is all.”

“At a pool party?”

Shit, she got you there.

“I guess I hadn’t thought about that.”

“I’m sure you hadn’t.”

There was a pause between you two before she inevitably turned and opened the sliding glass door. As soon as you walked out you heard your name being called from the pool.

“Come get in the pool, we need one more person for volleyball!”

Ah, yes, perfect time to unveil yourself.

“Okay, coming!” You say walking over to one of the pool chairs. You started to undress, hoping that Steve was watching you as you did. Shirt was off first; you made it a point to bend over in his direction when you pulled your shorts down. You heard a huff from Robin, who you were sure was seeing right through you, but you weren’t going to entertain her.

You took a chance to look over at Steve, who, to your dismay, seemed to be too preoccupied with the grill to have even looked your way. Damn it.

“Cute bathing suit,” El says from the pool.

“Thanks!” You say. At least someone noticed.

“What does it look like?” Max asks from the pool steps.She was looking in your general direction, but you knew she wouldn’t be able to see you from so far away, even with her glasses. You moved closer to her so she could see better.

“It’s navy blue, with some ruffles on the top and a little ruffle skirt.” You take her hand and let her touch the material so she can get a better idea.

“Shit!” You turn to see Steve holding his hand, wincing in pain.

“You okay, chef?” Robin asks.

“Yeah, just got too close to the grill is all.”

“Come on, lets play already!”

Your attention is taken away from Steve yet again by the teens calling for you. Dustin announces he wants you on his team and everyone groans.

“You only want her on your team because she’s an adult,” Lucas says.

“And your point is?” Dustin retorts.

“I’m honestly not that good, Dustin,” you tell him.

“We’ll see about that.”

And saw he did.

Even with El not using her powers, her, Mike, and Lucas beat you Dustin and Will by a landslide victory.

“Told you,” you shrug at him.

“It’s alright,” Dustin says defeated.

“I still think El cheated,” Will says.

“Did not!”

“Hey, food’s ready!”

That got the kids attention. They all rushed out, Lucas stopping to help Max get out as they did. They all hoarded around Steve who passed out dogs and burgers to everyone.

“What will you take?” He asks when he finally gets to you.

“A hotdog, please,” you say, holding your plate with the bun on it for him.

“Don’t shake it!”

“But nothing’s coming out-woah!”

It takes your brain a minute to process the feeling of something hitting you. You raise your hand to your hair and it instantly touches something wet and slimy. Bringing it back down, you look at your hand to find it’s covered in mustard.

The first thing you do is look at Steve, whose expression makes your heart drop. You probably look like a total idiot right now.

“Dude…” Steve turns to look beside you.

“I am, so, so sorry,” you hear Dustin say.

“It’s okay,” you say, more so telling yourself that rather than getting upset over an accident.

“Do you want to use my shower?” Steve asks, looking at you pitifully.

“Thanks.”

“Gimme that,” Steve says, grabbing the mustard bottle from Dustin as he walks past.

“Hey, I was still going to use that!”

“Just turn the knob to, like, right here and the water should be plenty warm for you.”

Steve shows you how to use the shower while mustard still drips from your hair. At least he’s not making fun of you. Just another reason to love him

“Thanks, Steve.”

“Don’t thank me,” he says, turning to look at you. He’s very close to you in this bathroom, so much so you can smell his sweaty skin and cologne. “If you want I can run your bathing suit through the dryer real quick.”

“That would be perfect, thanks.” He stands there for a moment, and you don’t really know what to do. “Um, I’ll get undressed now.”

“Oh, yeah, right.” He leaves the bathroom and pulls the door shut.

You start to pull the bathing suit off when the bathroom door starts to open.

“What the hell,” you say, closing the door.

“Oh, sorry,” Steve calls through the door, “This door is broken and doesn’t always stay latched. I’ll stand outside the door while you shower to make sure no one comes by.”

“Okay,” you call back.

Once undressed, you stand behind the door the best you can and stick your arm through the opening. Steve takes your bathing suit and you close the door behind you.

You do your best not to wash your make up off while in Steve’s shower. You do take the time to huff his sweet smelling shampoo. You’ve smelled it on him before, and it reminds you of him. It was crazy to think he was just on the other side of the door while you were in here. The idea made you a little crazy. Something to think about later tonight when you’re alone.

Turning the water off, you pull back the curtain and find that the bathroom door is cracked open a bit. You decided not to think much of it. Not like anyone would see you while Steve was manning the door

You took the towel that Steve had given you and started to dry off before wrapping your hair in it. You wondered if Steve had a blow dryer some where and decided to ask.

“Steve?”

You hear a thump from the other side of the door.

“Y-yeah,” you hear him reply.

“Do you have a hair dryer?”

There’s a quiet pause.

“Under the sink,” he replies.

“Thanks!”

You bend over and look for his hair dryer, finding it hanging on the side of the cabinet on a little hook. A smart idea.

Plugging it in, you take the towel out of your hair and lay it over the shower rod to dry. You take your time to dry it, you used your fingers to run through it since you didn’t have a comb.

“You can use my brush,” you hear from behind you. It startles you, and you look at the door through the mirror.

You’re shocked when you can see an eye peeking through the crack.

You place the dryer back down on the counter and grab the towel, wrapping it back around your body slowly. 

Then, you suddenly grab the door and swing it wide open.

You weren’t sure what to expect, but it definitely wasn’t Steve Harrington with his cock in his hand.

“I can explain!” He says, covering himself. Well, trying to cover himself. He was huge. So big in fact that not even his big hands could cover the horse between his legs.

“Steve…were you spying on me?”

“I-I-wasn’t-I was--”

There’s no way this was real life. You’ve been trying to get Steve Harrington to notice you for months and you catch him not only jerking himself off, but doing it while spying on you.

So you make a bold move.

“Steve.” You drop your towel, fully exposing yourself to him. His eyes drop with the towel, slowly moving back up your body, examining you closely.

“If you wanted to fuck me, all you had to do was ask.”

He stands there, still as a statue as he tries to compute the words that just came out of your mouth. Since he didn’t seem to be getting the hint, you decide to grab him by the shirt and pull him into the bathroom. Pushing the door closed behind you, you hear it latch just fine.

“Are you going to say something, Stevie?” You say in a silky smooth voice.

“I-I--”

But you don’t give him the chance to stutter more. You take his cheeks in your hands and bring his lips to yours. The smell of his aftershave fills your senses as your lips move in tandem, waking him up from his stupor enough to get the hint.

He starts to take off his shorts, letting them drop to the floor and kicking them off. His shirt comes next, your lips parting for just a moment to let the fabric pull over his head. You let your hands land on his chiseled chest, fingers desperately running through the hair that resides there. The feeling only confirming that this was indeed happening.

His hands land on your hips, sliding down until they reach your ass. He cups you, and suddenly you’re being lifted up and onto the counter. He pushes you back, kissing you with such force that you hit the mirror behind you.

“You were so hot out there undressing,” he says as his lips trail down to your neck. “And when you let Max see your swimsuit. That was so sweet of you.”

“Really, that’s what got you going?” Your laugh turns into a moan as his hands grope your breasts.

“I’ve got a soft spot for those kids. Seeing you be nice to them just--” His lips meet yours again, his teeth taking your lower lip and pulling on it.

One of his hands moves from your breast and lowers down to between your legs. You feel him rub his fingers in your wetness and it makes your breath hitch when he hits your clit.

“Right there, huh?” He says, his fingers beginning to rub gentle circles into your bud.

“Oh, shit, Steve--”

“Sound so pretty when you say my name,” he says against your ear.

He does some moving between your legs and you suddenly feel his finger making its way inside of you, his thumb replacing them to keep tending to your clit. His finger pumps inside of you at a breathtaking pace, the thick digit hitting that spot inside you.

“You’re so wet. Is that for me or is it just from the shower?”

“Definitely for you,” you pant out. You could feel yourself getting close to your release the more he worked you. When he added a second finger stretching you out more, you felt the coil tightening at an alarming rate.

“Oh my god, Steve, I’m gonna--”

“Do it. Cum for me, baby girl.”

That chord snaps, and you start to cum on Steve’s fingers, legs shaking around him as you do.

Steve slows down, letting you come down from your high while giving you kisses all over your neck and cheeks.

“You think you’re ready for me, baby?”

You nod your head drunkenly. Steve uses the spend on his fingers to pump himself, lubricating his cock with it before bringing the head to your entrance. In a moment of clarity you almost panic. The sheer size of Steve between your legs had you worried.

“It’ll fit, I promise.” He says as if reading your mind. You gulp, but choose to trust him. “Just tell me if it hurts and I’ll stop.”

You nod your head again, and the both of you watch as Steve lines himself up with your entrance, slowly pushing into you. The stretch was something else. You’d never been with anyone as big as Steve before and it started to make you question any guy you’d been with before.

But he took his time. He definitely knew his limits and rocked in and out of you at a gentle pace until he found himself fully sheathed inside of you.

“You ready?” He asks in a sultry tone, giving you a half smile.

“Y-yes, please,” you gasp out, still amazed that he was able to fit.

Steve chuckles and begins to move. And it feels amazing. It wasn’t a brutal pace, but as it picked up, you could definitely understand why all the girls in high school talked about his game back in the day. This was the fullest you’d ever felt in your life.

But Steve wasn’t just fucking you. No, this felt like there was passion behind it. Something about the way he was staring between you with an open mouth expression really turned you. It didn’t feel like just a random fuck on a random Tuesday.

“Steve, Steve, Steve,” you moan out as his hips smack into your ass over and over.

“That’s right baby girl, tell me who’s fucking you right now,” he says as his pace starts to quicken.

“You are, oh my god, you are, Steve,” you say. You start to feel that familiar feeling in your stomach again the more he pounds into you.

“Fuck yea,” he moans, moving in close to take your lips as his once again. “Been wanting-to do-this for-a while.” He talks between kisses and his words set your body aflame. Steve wanted to fuck you. If you weren’t experience it in real time, you’d say this was just another one of your wet dreams.

“Shit, I’m gonna cum,” he says as he pulls away. His thumb returns to your clit to rub quick circles  into it, only heating you up more.

“Fuck, fuck, Steve--” You feel yourself getting closer to the edge as he continues to work you. It’s not much longer before you feel yourself cumming on his cock, squeezing and contracting around him in a way that drives him crazy. And in just a few more pumps, you feel Steve starting to fill you up. 

After a moment, you finally come down from your high to see Steve panting like he just ran a marathon. You’re about to speak when he brings his lips to yours. Even in his post nut clarity, he feels the need to kiss you like a man starved.

But you kiss him back joyfully, glad to know that this wasn’t just going to be one big mistake for him.

“That was--”

“Crazy.” 

“Yeah,” he says with a smile that melts your heart.

You wince as he pulls himself out of you. He grabs the towel from the ground and reaches around you to wet the end of it, using it as a rag to clean you up.

“You’re too sweet, Steve Harrington,” you say with hearts in your eyes.

“Nah, I just really like you,” he says throwing the towel to the ground.

“You like me?” You say with surprise. “Like, like me, like me?”

He looks at you sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

“For a while now. I just didn’t want it to become a whole thing with the kids if I asked you out and you turned me down.”

“Well, I definitely wouldn’t do that. I’ve liked you longer than you’ve even known I existed.”

Steve head tilts back and he laughs that sweet laugh of his. 

“Of all the girls I try and ask out, the one I had a chance with is the one I actively avoided.”

“I guess you should ask her out then. She’d probably say yes.”

“How’s Friday night looking for you?”

“Looks like I’ll be busy with Steve Harrington.”

[sirfrogsworth]

So, I did know the basic psychology of this. Or I have a good guess at least. But I was too tired and just needed a way to end the post quickly. I am running on fumes nearly all the time and sometimes I just do whatever I need so I can publish something and feel like I accomplished a goal.

But a few people are having issues with what I said.

They mentioned that autistic folks find comfort in repetition and feel like I am calling that sad. I definitely see that as a possible interpretation and I appreciate them mentioning feeling that way.

But I just wanted to use a little bit of energy to address why I don't think I was referring to these normal, healthy coping mechanisms. I mentioned in a reply that my father actually needed to watch the same show over and over because he was too sick to concentrate on something unfamiliar. I get why it can be helpful.

Firstly, I don't know many autistic people who trap everyone they know at a party and play the same 12 songs over and over.

By and large, that aspect was what I found most sad.

But aside from that, I see this repetitive behavior as a very different thing.

In fact, I would say it isn't the behavior itself... it is the *reason* for the behavior.

I see Trump's repetitive behavior more as living in the past, stuck in his ways, being stubborn, and unwilling to try new things. Something I see a lot with elderly conservative folks. They yearn for a better time in the past when they forgot all of the shitty things and only remember happy times. They say music was better in the good old days and refuse to consider any good music could be created outside of that golden age.

Trump is stuck in the 80s and 90s. He was young and healthy and grabbing pussy and fucking models (with and without consent) and going to parties of important people. He was invited to celebrity weddings and was literally Regis Philbin's best friend. Society generally liked him. He was just the goofy rich guy with the hair and many of us thought he was really good at business. Something enhanced by The Apprentice which was heavily edited to make him seem like a business genius. He likes people thinking he is good at business more than he likes being president.

I actually think he hates being president and only ran this time to stay out of jail.

Trump is not well liked as he used to be. No matter how many cult members love and praise him, he remains deeply unhappy. His wife refuses to touch or even kiss him in public. She does this little hand escape thing every time he tries to hold her hand. And when he tries to kiss her she makes him do that French thing where he has to kiss the air near her head.

Every one of his current "friends" is just playing the game. They are hoping their fealty will help them climb the ladder. I doubt he has a single genuine friend left. Except maybe Rudy Guiliani, who turned into a fucking nutball.

He was traumatized from being inches away from death and I think that was the real reason he moved his inauguration inside. A life long New Yorker is pretty well adapted to the cold.

He probably has erectile dysfunction. He is said to need a diaper. People say he smells really bad. Getting old sucks for everyone, but it is devastating to a narcissist of Trump's caliber.

Trump is in a psychological prison of unhappiness and all he has left is his rallies and his parties where he tries to trigger memories of better times. He has the world's thickest nostalgia glasses.

Why do you think he says "Make America Great AGAIN"?

He says he is going to restore the US to its "former glory."

Almost every personal and political goal of his is based on restoring how things used to be. Which is why he so easily fit into the regressive Republican party despite being a New York Democrat for most of his life.

Trump has elderly nostalgia brain and he is stuck in a loop. He is desperately trying to recreate his glory days.

I get why people had an issue with the caption. And I should have waited until I had more energy to clarify.

In the end, this man is stuck in his ways and stupendously uncurious of new things.

And those are terrible traits for a president.

[eldragon-x]

Game recommendations for In Stars And Time fans

There's only four of them but honestly I think each one of these is good enough of an excuse to recommend it to ISAT fans. All of these are more or less in order of how much I recommend them from most to least.

Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Gates to Infinity (Nintendo 3DS)

I am a huge PMD fan, being as it's a largely story-based spinoff where you yourself play as a Pokemon. And I believe fellow ISAT fans would get the most out of this entry of the series.

Gates has the strongest cast of characters in the series and largely deals with themes of nihilism, hope, the importance of community, and how negativity can consume you. The core cast of characters develops a very lovely dynamic and go through compelling character arcs.

Heads up, as much as I adore this game, it has the most frustrating gameplay out of the spinoff between limited Starter Pokemon choices, being only able to take one mission per in-game day, and unskippable slow dialogue. Watching a playthrough instead of playing the game yourself is a valid way of getting into it.

Additionally, the game deals with suicidality. This also applies to parts of the other PMD game on this list, but it's especially present in GTI's main story.

The Dark Queen of Mortholme (free on itch.io)

The creator of TDQoM describes it as an "anti game". You play as the final boss, a Queen who considers herself eternal and is challenged by the Hero over and over again.

This game is very short (maybe ~20 minutes for one run) and has a few bittersweet endings depending on how you engage with and fare against the Hero. I believe this one might appeal to ISAT fans for its themes about change and in how the Hero always comes back in a gameplay loop, stubbornly trying to defeat the Queen over and over again.

Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Explorers of Sky (Nintendo DS)

First of all physical copies of this game are expensive so consider emulation. Or getting Explorers of Time/Darkness instead, just know that Sky has additional story elements.

That aside, Explorers is the most popular entry in the PMD series for good reason. I don't think the cast is as strong as Gates', but I agree with the sentiment that the game has one of the best stories that has come out of Pokemon.

The premise you're presented with is that time all over the world is starting to freeze because artifacts that keep time flowing in different places are being stolen, which would lead to a frozen paralyzed world. But the plot gets a lot deeper at a certain point, and the situation becomes a lot more tragic than previously anticipated.

Detective Beebo: Night at the Mansion (free on itch.io)

Honestly I'm mostly putting this at the bottom of the list because I played this just recently, have yet to see all endings, and don't have very strong feelings about it at this point. That being said, it is a free game, just six hours long, offers several endings, and I've seen several ISAT fans fall in love with it. I def think you'll find something of value here if you like ISAT.

The premise is that you're playing as a private detective, Oliver Beebo, who was invited to a party at a mansion. Oliver seems to be trapped in a timeloop, first triggered when the party's host kills him, but Oliver has no recollection of the previous loops.

He gains a companion in Àngel, who does remember the loops, and both of them try to investigate the purpose of this party and why the loops are happening.

Heads up for child murder, as well as unreality and unsettling imagery/scopophobia at later points in the game. There's also endings that contain suicide and body horror.

[shybunny]

18+ ONLY 💗 werewolf roommate takes care of you when your abuser shows up at a party, plot heavy, hurt/comfort, party antics, giving orders, guided masturbation, control play, dog cock, cute and awkward, confessing feelings, allusions to sexual trauma, alcohol

based on a very sweet request that was kinda personal so i’ll keep it anonymous :)

You and your housemates are throwing a party tonight. It started out as just a small thing, but it always goes like this with these kinds of events, word gets out, people bring their friends, friends of friends, and then suddenly the house is way too crowded and loud. You don’t even know half the people here at this point. You and the werewolf—one of your housemates—are standing together in the corner, holding tight to your plastic cups, trying to get out of the way of all the milling bodies. The werewolf is the biggest person in this room, and even he managed to get swept aside. You always find his large awkward presence comforting in these situations. You wonder if he’s noticed how you always seek him out.

Then the front door opens again, and in through the doorway comes the last person in the world you want to see. Your stomach plunges. Who the hell invited him? You take a second to decide if you’re brave enough to stand your ground, and you decide that the answer is no.

“I’ll be back in a sec,” you say abruptly. You turn and force your way through the crowd, down the hallway and into your room where you slam the door shut. It’s not far enough away. You wish the house had a staircase you could crawl up.

You sit down on the bed and feel your heart pounding uncomfortably with shame and fear. You hate having him here.

There’s a knock at your bedroom door.

“What?” you call out, irritated.

The door opens, and a large furry head pokes itself in. The werewolf steps halfway inside, blocking the half-open door with his large body, and stares at you where you’re sitting on the bed.

“Uh… are you okay?” he asks.

“I’m fine,” you say, annoyed and embarrassed.

“Is it that guy who just came in?” he asks.

“Uh…… yeah.” Whatever. You decide to just tell him. “Remember when I told you about that guy, who like… did stuff to me?” You stare down at your fidgeting hands, trying to figure out how to say the rest.

“Yeah…” says the werewolf. “Okay… Stay here.”

Before you can say anything else, he turns and leaves, shutting the door behind him. You get up and go to the door, cracking it back open just enough to hear him over the noise in the other room, saying, “Hey, you need to leave right now.”

You hear the angry reply—“What, man?”—in that stupid, annoying voice.

“Get the fuck out.”

A medium-sized commotion follows, in which you can hear some of your other housemates getting involved, and for a minute you’re afraid there’s going to be a fight. But it sounds like they manage to get him out the door, spitting angry but leaving nonetheless. You would be lying if you said that this didn’t make you feel extremely happy and smug.

You sit back down heavily on the bed and drain the rest of the contents of your red plastic cup. Your housemate pokes his snout back through the crack you left open in the doorway.

“Hey…” he says, leaning around the door jamb. “He’s gone.”

“I heard,” you say, staring down awkwardly at your fingers again. “Um… thank you.”

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

“No… Yes. But I need another drink first.”

“Okay,” he says, and then disappears again. He’s gone for a few more minutes, during which time you just sit there staring into space and listening to the babble of the ongoing party. When he comes back he’s carrying a whole unopened six pack.

“Those are supposed to be for the party,” you say, laughing.

“Whatever,” he says, tearing the box open in his claws and handing you a beer. He sinks down to the floor next to the bed, making himself comfortable with his own can. It looks very small in his large paws.

You’re working yourself up to say something when there’s another knock at your door, and one of your other housemates pokes their head in.

“Heyyy…” they say, looking back and forth between the two of you, then settling their eyes on your face. “You good in here?”

“Yeah,” you say, embarrassed to be fussed over.

“We kicked that guy out.”

“I know.”

“Should we throw everyone else out too?”

“No no,” you rush to say. “I’m fine, keep having fun, I’ll just be in here.”

They leave to rejoin the party, shutting the door behind them, and then it’s just the two of you again, sitting in awkward silence with the loud hum of voices in the background.

“I know it’s stupid,” you finally say, “but I feel kinda bad for making you guys kick him out.”

“No way,” says the werewolf. “Fuck that guy. It’s your house.”

The two of you spend the rest of the party talking alone in your room. You go through the whole six pack together. You tell him a lot—too much probably—and you’re pretty happy with yourself because you don’t even cry. The noise of the party continues in the background, fading in and out, breaking into occasional cheers and exclamations as a game gets played, until you can hear it finally starting to wind down out there.

There’s something else you want to tell the werewolf. You might as well, since you’re already oversharing. You’re lying on your back in bed now, staring up at the ceiling, so you don’t even have to look him in the face.

“Is this a weird time to tell you that I have a huge crush on you?”

His large shoulders shake as he laughs. “It’s a little weird.”

“You like me too, don’t you,” you accuse him.

“Yeah,” he admits, still laughing.

You don’t think it’s very funny though. All the breath leaves your body in a heavy sigh. “So what do we do now?” you ask him. “I don’t know how to be intimate with you. It’s hard for me to touched… like that.”

“We don’t have to be ‘intimate’ with each other just because we like each other.”

“But don’t you want to?” you demand.

“Well—yeah,” he says, and you can hear him laughing again.

“Me too,” you say, sighing again. “That’s the problem.” You wish you could laugh with him, but you’re starting to regret all this oversharing. This isn’t a very sexy conversation. You’re suddenly worried that you’re scaring him away.

“Okay,” he says. “Here’s my idea.” When he doesn’t say anything else, you lift your head to look at him. He’s lying down on his back on the floor, spreading his long body out across the carpet. He reaches his arms up over his head, so that his large paws are resting near his ears, out of the way.

“I would just lay here like this,” he says, looking up at you, “and you could do whatever you wanted to me. I’d keep my hands to myself, and I’d do whatever you said, and I wouldn’t move at all unless you told me to. And like, maybe it wouldn’t freak you out so much.”

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah.”

“Like, right now?”

“Oh. Well—” He looks a little taken aback by that, but his eyes hold yours shyly. He doesn’t move from his prone position and his paws stay where they are. “Yeah. If you want.”

You stare at each other for several seconds, him looking up at you from where he’s spread out on the floor, and you looking down at him from up on the bed.

“You’ll do whatever I say?” you ask again.

“Yeah,” he says.

“Okay,” you say, laughing. “How do we, uh… how should we start?”

“However you want,” he says seriously.

“Right. Okay… Can you um, take your shirt off?”

He reaches down to grab the hem of his shirt, and then pulls it up over his head, wriggling out of it, tossing it aside and then placing his paws back on either side of his head—awaiting orders.

“Your pants too,” you blurt out, fighting not to laugh. You’re kind of messing with him. You want to see how far he’ll actually go. But he obediently lifts his hips and slides his pants down over his hips, wiggling out of those too and then kicking them off. He puts his paws back up over his head, in a pose that now seems unintentionally seductive. Almost all of his body is on display for you, all of his long limbs and interesting musculature, all of that short messy fur. Your gaze follows his down to his boxers, the only thing he’s still wearing, and to all of the interesting shapes suggested underneath the fabric.

“Those too,” you say.

He hooks his thumbs under the waistband and slowly slides them off, and then he’s completely naked on your bedroom floor. You can see where his thick fur gets a little lighter and sparser over his lower belly and between his legs, where his testicles and his thick sheath are now visible, with the red tip of his cock just starting to poke out.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

“Yeah,” you say, but your voice is a little wobbly. You’re feeling a lot of pretty intense things right now, in lots of different places. “Are you?”

“Yeah,” he says, almost smiling.

“Do you want to keep going?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay.” You take a deep breath. “Can you, uh…” You can’t help laughing. “Can you feel yourself up a little bit?”

“Seriously?” he asks, laughing with you, a little breathlessly.

“Yeah, like… stroke your chest or something. I don’t know, is that too much?”

“No,” he says. “I’ll do it.”

He slides both of his large paws into the fur over his chest awkwardly, unsure. He gives you a helpless look and then you’re both laughing again.

“I’m gonna do it,” he insists, his voice husky, both of you still laughing. He starts to runs his paws through his fur, slowly stroking up and down his chest and stomach, self-conscious at first, but then you think he starts to get into it, and his breath hitches whenever his fingers graze the small nipples running in pairs up his stomach. Between his legs, his alarmingly red cock is starting to slip farther and farther out of its sheath. You feel mesmerized watching him.

“Is this good?” he asks breathlessly.

“Yeah,” you say. Your voice is rough around the edges. “Can you touch your thighs too.”

He laughs, embarrassed but obeying, sliding his large paws down his stomach and onto his legs. His fingers run slowly back and forth through the light fur on his inner thighs, obediently touching only where you’ve asked him to, even though his cock has slid most of the way out by now, long and thick and dripping. He’s almost teasing himself now, since that’s the most he can do, his breath catching as he runs his fingers along the creases between his thighs and pelvis. And the part that’s driving you the most insane is that he’s looking right at you as he does this, his head tilted towards you and his eyes looking right into yours as he waits for your next instructions.

“Do you want to touch yourself?” you ask, almost whispering now.

“Yeah.”

“Okay. Do it.”

You watch enraptures as he teases himself through his sheath first, still watching your face, whining a bit, then shutting his eyes and groaning as he slides his fist around his cock, gently stroking around the base. He gets lost in himself for a little bit, and then his stroking fist slows, his eyes blink open and find yours again, breathing heavy as he watches you.

You have to clear your throat before you can speak. “Are you still okay?”

“Yeah,” he says, and he grins hearing how his own voice sounds, how husky he sounds. “I’ve never done anything like this before.”

“You’re doing great,” you blurt out, and there’s this giddiness in your voice that has you both laughing again. “Me neither,” you clarify. “Do you want to keep going?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay, keep, um… stroking it.”

“Okay,” he says, with another snort of laughter. But soon he has himself panting again as he works his fist over his cock, half-lidded eyes looking for yours but then falling shut, losing his focus as he strokes himself, getting himself closer.

“Don’t cum yet though,” you say.

“Fuck,” he says, laughing hoarsely. “I won’t.” His fist slows around his cock, and he whines as he gives it few more long strokes before stopping altogether, panting and staring into your face. You actually feel like you might overheat if you don’t go cool off for a second.

“I wanna go get some water,” you tell him. “Can you wait here?”

“I can wait,” he says.

“Don’t touch yourself while I’m gone.”

He huffs out a laugh. “I won't,” he says, and he makes a show of placing his long arms back up over his head, away from his throbbing red cock.

You slip out of the room, full of nervous energy as you sneak down the hallway to the kitchen. The place is basically empty now, but the evidence of the party is strewn around everywhere in the form of plastic cups, paper plates, pizza crusts, and forgotten jackets. The TV’s still on, and someone is passed out on the couch in front of it. You go into the fridge and pour a glass of water out of the filter. You drink it in one long pull, and then you fill it up again. When you close the fridge door, one of your housemates is standing there, smirking at you from ear to ear. They have clearly guessed what you and the werewolf are getting up to in your bedroom right now.

“Shut up!” you say, even though they didn’t say anything, and you race back to your room, fuming with embarrassment. But once you shut the door behind you, everything outside the room evaporates. There’s still a very large werewolf lying naked and spread out on your floor, with his half-hard cock out and his eyes looking up at you in patient expectation. You feel a twinge of something close to panic. Trying to ignore it, you kneel down next to him and hand him the glass of water. He takes it from your hand, but he doesn’t sit up to drink it.

“You can sit up,” you tell him, embarrassed all over again.

He looks embarrassed too, but he sits up next to you to drink the water. You suddenly feel very small sitting there next to his large body. You really did feel more comfortable with him on his back, that was a good intuition on his part. He thanks you for the water, wiping his muzzle with the back of his hand, and you think with unease about what’s going to happen next. Now that you’ve had a second to clear your head, you don’t think you’re actually ready for this to go any farther. But now that you’ve instigated this, do you have a choice? Will he get mad if you want to stop? Your mind starts spinning itself into anxious circles, but his voice interrupts your thoughts.

“Is it cool if we stop?”

You blink up at him. “Yes of course. Are you okay?”

“Well, yeah, I’m fine…” He looks down at the carpet, looking embarrassed. “It’s not like I’m not, you know, enjoying myself. It’s just that…” He grins sheepishly. “I think we're both pretty drunk.”

“Oh yeah.”

“Do you wanna call it for now and see what we feel like in the morning?”

He looks at you with his big eyes serious, and his warm close presence still feels comforting and safe.

“Yeah,” you say. You look down at your fingers as you take his large paw in your hands. “But I don’t want you to go.”

“Can I sleep here?”

You grin at him. “Carry me to bed?” He grins back and slips his long arms under you and carefully stands, lifting you into the air, both of you laughing. It’s not the first time he’s carried you around like this—he’s very warm, and the touch feels familiar and safe.

He puts you down in bed, but stops to pick his boxers up off the floor and tug them back on before getting into bed beside you. He’s huge, and the two of you barely fit, but you make it work. He loops his long warm arm around your waist, clutching your body close to his, and he falls asleep almost instantly. He must have been more drunk than you realized. You hear his deep rumbling breaths that will eventually turn into snores. Your heart is aching with an overwhelming feeling. You feel perfectly safe. You fall asleep in his arms.

[cherryvinyl-777]

I Like Me Better When I’m With You

Part 1

Ellie Williams x Reader

Summary: To get back at her ex girlfriend, your enemy Ellie Williams proposes an offer to you.

Warnings: none, enjoy! xo

Based on the book/move series To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before

“Come on, you’re my only option!”

God, how did you end up here? Sitting outside your university with Ellie Williams, the girl you’ve hated since primary school. No, that wasn’t a joke. As if ending up at the same high school in your small town wasn’t bad enough, you had both got accepted into the same damn university.

You stare at the tall auburn haired girl incredulously. “You have to be kidding.”

She sighs frustratedly as if she wasn’t the one asking you to pretend to be her date.

“I’m dead serious, okay? I just…I need something to make my ex jealous, and you’re perfect,” Ellie states, tapping the wooden table with her pointer finger.

You rub your temple, looking around the courtyard if only to reconnect with reality for a second. Ellie notices your hesitation and tries for a grin.

“You can’t tell me you haven’t thought about it before,” She smirks, her foot now tapping on the pavement of the courtyard.

The thought practically makes you gag as you say, “As a matter of fact, I really haven’t. And anyways, what would I even get out of this little…scam?”

Ellie seems to ponder for a moment before she comes up with her answer, “Free rides to school. I’ve seen your driving, and uh…yeah,” She chuckles, glancing at you, “and…you’d even get invited to parties.”

You shoot her a glare, rolling your eyes a little too aggressively, “You’re all the same. Maybe I don’t want to get invited to parties, ever think of that?” You scoff.

Ellie gives you an apprehensive look and you just throw a fry at her face, making her laugh and proceed to eat the fry off the table.

“I’m gonna need an answer, L/N” Ellie urges, her hands interlocked together.

With a long sigh, you finally nod, causing Ellie to pump her fist.

“First rule, never do that again,” You state, pulling out a pencil and paper. Ellie stares at you, looking dumbfounded.

“You’re serious? You’re making rules?” She lets out an exaggerated sigh, holding her head in her hands.

You start writing the title of the list, “Fake Dating Rules”, causing Ellie to groan. You ignore her efforts to derail you and start listing.

“Okay…number one, no fist pumps,” You scribble down.

Ellie scoffs lightly at that, but stays silent after to watch you write.

“Rule two, absolutely no kissing,” You say matter of factly, barely even considering the fact that nobody would believe you were in a relationship with Ellie if you didn’t kiss her.

“What? Very funny, give me that,” Ellie snatches the paper from you, writing a rule of her own.

“Limit to…3 rules per person,” She scribbles down in the most god awful handwriting you’d ever seen in your life.

You can’t help but grin a little, “You just wasted one of yours.”

“Damn it,” Ellie whispers, causing you to roll your eyes.

After a half hour of bickering over what should be on the rule list and what could be left out, you had finally come to an agreement.

FAKE DATING RULES:

1. No fist pumps

2. No kissing

3. Limit to three rules per person

4. If fake relationship goes on longer than anticipated, must go on ski trip together

5. Ellie must watch ‘But I’m A Cheerleader’ with me

6. Y/N must watch ‘Love Lies Bleeding’ with me

You both take a moment to admire the completed list before Ellie interrupted.

“I think we should add one more rule,” She states, looking at you seriously.

You lean in a little, curious to see what this ‘final rule’ would be.

“You can’t fall in love with me, L/N.”

That earns her another french fry to the face before you look at her seriously as well, mocking her expression.

“That’s not gonna be a problem,” You counter, eating one of your french fries. Ellie just grins idiotically.

“We’ll see.”

an: had the best time writing this, felt so excited to get started on a fic like this after finishing s2 of xo kitty. based on the poll results, it looked like you guys wanted something like this, so i hope it’s what you had in mind! lots of kisses and ty for reading! <3

[caldella]

Augh I have seen that post and just... I think I didn't engage with it. It seems the author just doesn't accept the specific manner of Stolas' abuse combined with his more passive personality, which tries to people please or shut himself in isolation when he can't. I also didn't see them really asdress that he had no resources to escape the abuse - as we've seen through the last few eps, he has no real social connections or friends and therefore no one to emotionally back him up. Not everyone can pull themselves out of a bad situation when they feel they are getting zero support in that choice, let alone getting only backlash.

If it's the same post I saw, 'going along with Stella's whims' included attending the Not Divorced party, which is... really missing the nuance of that situation. The whole point was that Stella created a public invite for their social class, held the event in their palace, and didn't tell Stolas it was happening. Maybe she knew he'd read it in the paper and find out that day. If not, he wouldn't know until the attendees started showing up. He didn't really have a full choice to not attend as it was in his literal home. The only choices he had were:

Try to not attend and have their entire social class get further ammo that he is a pathetic flake who can't even be bothered to show up for his own party, at his own palace. He'd probably be able to hear a lot of that mockery all night anyway because it's in his home.

Literally throw everyone out when they arrive and refuse to hold it, making him look like an asshole who changes his mind and doesn't let his wife hold the events she likes. The event was announced in the newspaper - he didn't have the means to really cancel it in a way everyone would know about beforehand as he didn't even know who all was coming.

Go along with the party, be mocked, but at least know what's being said about him.

The whole point was that she created the scenario so there was no way for him to look good, and that she thrived in their uppity social class and has it already turned against him.

Hello! I'd like to ask if you've seen the post with the screenshots that says Stolas inflicts his own torment by going with Stella's whims despite having more power and prestige than her. There is a rebuttal, of course, but someone else also added that the reason people think as the screenshot says is because the writers didn't put enough emphasis and reason on the hold Stella has over Stolas and his fear of her, as well as the fact that her apparent uninvolvement with Octavia makes his reason to stick with her seems very weak. They do put an intriguing essay on how the fear of Stella for Stolas could have stand out more.

Personally I think that he's probably desensitised and numb to her after with Paimon as well and the image of a nuclear family is a must for both society and daughter. Perhaps we'll have more answers in s3. What do you think?

Drink water regularly, may a good week come to you.

Hi! I haven't seen that post, no.

When I see posts arguing about the quality of the show's writing I almost always ignore them, because I'm not interested in discourse and I want my blog to be a place that's fun for me and others to scroll through. I don't want fandom wank and 'criticism of the show' on my blog because I go into fandom spares to have fun, not to get angry. So if I'd seen that post, I probably would've just sighed really hard and kept scrolling.

That being said, because this ask touches on a subject matter that is extremely personal to me, I'll bite and share my personal opinion, which is that the writing is perfectly executed exactly as it is. Helluva Boss is a show for a mature audience—it says so at the beginning of every episode. That doesn't just mean "hey, there's sex and drugs in these episodes". It also means, "hey, some heavy themes are going to be handled in this show, and we're not going to hold your hand and walk you through them. It's up to you to use your media literacy and critical thinking skills to pick up on the things we're going to show you".

And maybe it's because I'm an abuse survivor myself and I know exactly what it feels like to go through decades of abuse, and maybe other viewers' interpretation of Stolas' character is completely different, but... I personally had zero trouble picking up on Stolas' motivations, fears, and emotions, or on why he made each decision at each turn throughout the show.

I'll put the rest of my answer under a cut, because it's personal and rambly. But in short: yeah, I do agree with what you said at the end of your ask.

1. "He's more powerful and has a higher status than Stella, so he's inflicting his pain on himself by not standing up to her"

So there's this thing called learned helplessness, and, fun fact, it is heavily linked with PTSD and depression.

"(...) Learned helplessness occurs when someone repeatedly faces uncontrollable, stressful situations and does not exercise control when it becomes available. They have “learned” that they are helpless in that situation and no longer try to change it, even when change is possible." (source)

It's not about the power and capability to control the situation Stolas actually has. It's about the power and control he feels he has—which is none. Zero. He says this to us constantly. "Owl in a cage", "you have no choice", "my entire life's been written in stone, he taught me that I could choose".

He was told since he was a kid that his duties, his marriage, his life trajectory were non-negotiable. He never knew a life outside of his palace—his gilded jail. He doesn't know what we as the audience know—that's there's a whole world out there where he can build a better life for himself with people who actually love him—because he's been raised to be a pawn in a game much bigger than himself, and he knows it. I don't need (and don't want) the show to spoonfeed me this fact. It's spelled all over his character if you know how to see it.

2. "Stella's hold of Stolas and his fear of her aren't emphasised enough in the show"

Stella literally tries to hit him at the end of The Circus and looks shocked and taken aback when he grabs her wrist to stop her. I don't need them to show me Stella hitting Stolas 15 times in order to know she's been doing it.

He hugs himself and makes himself small, walking away to remove himself from the situation as quickly and quietly as possible, when Blitz starts yelling at him in The Full Moon. I don't need them to show me Stella yelling at Stolas 20 times to know she's been yelling at him for years. We've seen her yelling at him in Loo Loo Land, in The Circus and in Seeing Stars. We know it happens. We know it always has.

I also don't need them to tell me that repeated physical and verbal abuse causes a victim to become extremely afraid of their abuser and causes them to be triggered by anything and anyone that makes them feel unsafe, because I've lived it in my skin. And I know plenty of people who watch the show who are not abuse survivors, and they're also able to see that Stolas is behaving like any abuse victim exactly with zero support would act.

In the moment, he freezes and flees. He makes himself smaller. He gets away from the situation in any way he can. He "keeps the peace" to keep the abuse to a minimum, doing anything and everything to please the people around him because that's the only way he can feel some semblance of control. ("Yes, if that's what Blitzy wants" / "Do you like it when I talk to you dirty?" / just him sheltering Octavia from his suffering to be the perfect parent for her, and give her everything she could ever want and need, going as far as making promises he couldn't keep).

In the long run, he becomes hopeless and drowns in guilt. He assumes he probably deserves what's happening to him, and thinks it's his own fault that he's so affected by the abuse for being too weak to stand up for himself. He blames himself for not being good enough for the people around him ("I'll believe him, and not the voice that says I'm not enough"), and mentally berates himself for being a coward and a failure, and for not knowing how to put an end to his suffering. He turns to passive (sometimes active) suicidality because that's genuinely the only way he can see of getting back control over his own body and life. ("When I'm gone you'll be okay" / "I'll give my life to clean your slate" / "I don't care what they fucking do, I'm seeing Octavia" / "do it, pussy").

3. Stella's uninvolvement with Octavia makes Stolas' reason to stay with Stella seem very weak

I... Look. I can't be the only one who grew up in a broken family, and surrounded by plenty other broken families. Kids, especially small kids, can't rationalise that family relationships don't always work out and sometimes divorce is the best option for everyone involved. Especially not in this society we live in, where divorce/separation are seen as a failure, and children are (at least passively) taught that divorce is their fault.

Stolas knows all this. He doesn't want Via to feel like she's growing up in a broken house, which is what separating from Stella would accomplish. We also don't know if Stolas would've kept custody of Octavia had he divorced Stella when Via was little. But it's very likely he didn't want to risk leaving Via alone with Stella, even just half the time. Especially not when Octavia has been having nightmares and crying over the mere thought of being abandoned by Stolas. Divorcing Stella would very likely result in Octavia feeling abandoned by him.

I don't know, man. I feel like I don't even have the right words to reply to this point. I still remember being 8 and sensing that something was very wrong with my parents and feeling like it was my responsibility to fix it, or else my world would end. Stolas tried his best to protect Octavia from feeling this way, from feeling responsible for anything that happened between her parents. He just wanted her to be happy. The only way he could do that was by playing 'happy family' in front of her so she could grow up carefree. He tried his best to give her enough love that she wouldn't feel the absence of her mother's love. I really don't know what else to say to this.

If you want media to spoon-feed you its themes and hold your hand as it shows you what each character is going through, then... I don't know, man. Stick to media that does that. There's media out there that genuinely does this really well. Heartstopper, for example. The Hunger Games, in a way. But maybe think twice before diving into adult media meant for mature audiences and criticising it for wanting you to be a mature viewer. Maybe it's just not for you.

Anyway. I'm gonna drink water now, please drink some water too if you're reading this (included, but not limited to, the asker). Hope you all have a nice day ❤️

[baylardian-1]

season 3 janeway hanging out with her kiddies more is a big fave era of the AU for meeeeeeeee <3 she's awkward at it but she's trying :')

Resolutions and Basics happen and it's the beginning of a shift for her in feeling like she actually wants to be a mother. It's a slow burn up through Coda which conveniently shares an anniversary with Threshold = their first birthday, seeing what she's missing (though the alien in Coda would probably try to frame it in her mind as being like "they're going to be fine without you" but she'd see it and be like "im missing these moments with them :(" and afterwords she'd finally make the decision to be more involved in their lives.

[rowenabean]

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[tenwhiteandalusians]

and then no one said anything about the fact that if i watched ONE MORE episode tenax pulls a "i'm not angry i'm just disappointed i'm hurt" about scorpus signing with the white faction.

[beef-brisket]

Lucifer left Adam to catch up with Angel while he hunted down the bar, desperate for something to wet his palette.

Husk: Ah, your highness. What would you like this evening.

Lucifer: Husk? I- what are you doing here? I thought you'd be running the casino area? An apple martini and a bourbon and cola, thank you.

Husk sighed as he got to work making his drinks: Things uh... things have changed.

Lucifer: You're right there. What happened?

He couldn't help but notice Husks tight expression, like he hit a nerve: Only if you're willing, of course.

Husk: I... my greed got the better of me. And... this time, lady luck wasn't on my side... I lost my soul.

Lucifer: What-?! Your soul?!

Husk: And every contracted soul I had under my wings. Gone. As quickly as they came, maybe even quicker.

Lucifer: ...Oh, Husk. No one gets the better of you, not even me... so, what bastard did?

Husk's eyes glanced up above Lucifer's shoulders. He quickly curled away, avoiding Lucifer's gaze and kept working on his drinks.

Alastor: That would be me, your majesty.

Lucifer growled. This asshole. Looks like he was right to call the mysterious overlord a bastard.

Lucifer spun around in his seat, with a smile of his face, but his eyes didn't give a hint of happiness to seeing Alastor. In fact, if Alastor listened to his prey instincts, he'd know he should be running.

Lucifer: Ah! Alastor~. The radio demon himself, I didn't think these parties were your thing.

Alastor spun the liquid in his glass before taking a sip: Not usually, but I heard there was a special someone joining you tonight, and my plus one is DYING to meet them~.

Lucifer: You're... plus one?

Lilith: Hello, darling.

Lucifer's blood ran cold. What was she doing here? And... what Alastor? Surely not.

As if to prove him wrong, Alastor held out his arm, and the Queen of Hell tucked her arm around his, her perfect, manicured hand touching his upper arm.

Lucifer: ...Lilith. I didn't expect you to down grade.

Alastor's smile twitched: Could say the same for you, my king.

Lilith cackled as Lucifer looked ready to melt this fucker.

Lilith: But in all serious, Alastor here is working with our daughter to start up her hotel. It's simply marvellous, Lucifer. She's doing a fantastic job. Has she invited you to see the place yet?

No. No, she hasn't. Lucifer's heart breaks at that knowledge. He's never been close with Charlotte, no matter how much he tried. They just... couldn't connect. Which is shocking because, as a child, she loved his magic and his dreams. But then, it's not hard to impress a child. Unfortunately, when Lilith left, Charlotte said she'd rather go with her, leaving Lucifer alone in his large mansion.

Each text of his was left on read, his phone calls either went to answer phone or just cut off.

He missed his daughter, but he hasn't seen her in so long, that sometimes he forgets he has one. And that hurts him beyond anything Lilith could ever do.

Lucifer: No. I haven't. I've been busy, you see-.

Alastor: Too busy to see you're own daughter? Hm, I wonder what could have you so distracted.

Lilith: Oh, I wonder that too, my deer. So, I've heard through the gossip from. The Ars Goetia, that you're having a fling with some hussy who thinks she's a man.

Alastor: Oh, the scandal~. Two kings of Hell, or would she be half king, half queen?

The two laughed, pulling Lucifer closer to the edge.

Husk: Your highness? Your drinks.

Lucifer turned as Husk slid his drinks over to him: Thank you, Husk.

Alastor: Ah! What a good idea! Husker, a blood orange vodka for me, and my deer, what would you like?

Lilith: Hmm, a green apple vodka with a splash raspberry.

Alastor: Delicious choice. Get to it, Husker, I didn't summon you here so you could only serve the riff raff.

Husk growled but got to work: Yes, sir.

Lilith: So. Lucifer. I hope you haven't taken our jokes to heart, we know how you get about your flings.

Lucifer: She- he isn't a fling.

Alastor: Oh? Could have fooled us. And all of Hell.

Lucifer: What I do in my personal time, is no one else's business. Especially yours.

Lilith: Oh, I beg to differ. It breaks little Charlie's heart, seeing news reports and newspaper articles of her father spending more time with some dissolutioned woman who wants to be something special~.

Alastor: Don't forget the social media posts~.

Lilith: Ah, that's right, my deer. How could I almost forget? Let me just say Lucifer, seeing you gallivanting around Pride with that crazy person on your arm, isn't a good look. Not for me, more your daughter. Or you, for that matter. Adam has always been... confused. Easy to manipulate, a people pleaser. She's only being what she thinks you want her to be. But of course, she claims that Apple helped her realise who she really was despite Heaven's punishment.

Alastor: Oh, punishment?

Lilith: With first humans made with both parts, my deer. But once Adam Bute, the apple, Heaven punished her with only having one. Thus, she became the first, full woman. But now, she's decided to go back to her roots!

Alastor laughed: How charming!

Lucifer growled: That time was traumatic for Adam-.

Lilith: Oh. I could imagine. Birthing Charlie was... not easy. But, that was her punishment, we all had them. Including Eve- oh, sorry. Evan~.

Alastor: Ah, the first man~.

Lucifer glared as the two laughed.

They only left when Husk handed them their drinks.

Lilith: You will introduce us, won't you, my love?!

Lucifer wanted to throw his drink at her as both her and Alastor walked into the crowd. And, of course, everyone gravitated towards Lilith.

Husk: You might want to get back to your date, your highness.

Lucifer: Oh?

Husk: I believe he may have heard some of the conversation. He walked upstairs with that spider friend of his. He looked upset.

Lucifer sighed and ordered the pinkest, sweetest drink for Angel, he feels like he'd deserve it.

Soon, he made his way upstairs and started to hunt down which room they were in.

I really need some FtM Adam feeling comfortable wearing a dress.

I'm having some gender issues, so I'm craving some trans!Adam.

Rp of sinner!trans!Adam??

Oh are you okay? We can do that! ☺️

-

Adam brushed off any little crumbs that were on his dress, it wasn't very often that he wore feminine clothes anymore since transitioning but something about a nice dress every once in a while made him feel so fucking hot.

Not to mention that it was just his color, Adam swore he was meant to be rich why else would be look so fucking amazing in gold?

He should probably finish getting ready, his husband was waiting on him downstairs.

Adam slipped on some gold heels and earrings before going down to meet Lucifer.

Lucifer: There you are I've been-...... Wow

Adam: Looks nice right?

Lucifer: You look gorgeous my dove.~

Adam blushed as he took his hand and kissed it.

Adam: Worth the Wait?

Lucifer: More than worth it. You'll put everyone to shame at that party. Kinda wish we didn't have to go now, so I could poke around up your skirt.~

Adam giggled: Luci!!

Ugh, his voice cracked that hadn't happened in a while. But that's how flattered he is! Cheeky man working him up.

Lucifer: What?~ There's always time in the limo.~

He took Adams hand and they got in the limo. Lucifer put up the tinted window divider so the driver couldn't see them. Adam laid back in the long seat, he bit his lip as his husband went up his dress and pulled his panties down before disappearing underneath to eat him out.

((Adams outfit))

[redwoodforestwiki]

i cant believe im breaking my not using tumblr streak for this but its 4am and im so emotionally bamboozled by yesterday i cant sleep

im just so PERPLEXED and CONFUSED like im just overthinking everything i guess but what was THAT like am i crazy. am i CRAZY. probably but the question is if i am what do i do about it

[orcelito]

I do find it so funny that I will graduate college days away from my birthday. Like my birthday is literally in between the end of the semester ("graduation") and commencement

It really will be like a joint graduation & birthday party for me lmao

[greyeyedmonster-18]

[unholy-fabray]

god i wish streaming services would bring back the weekly episode release schedule for tv shows. miss her every damn day xx