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Baby You're a Star

Art in the banner by Kerravi on x!

Summary- You meet Satoru Gojo at a wild Hollywood party, insanely out of place, waiting for your friend to show up. The two of you hit it off, spending time together, and share a kiss, but you're a good girl, and you just don't do this, but he is the top pornstar there is, and the top .01 % on OnlyFans. Once you find out, you know there's probably no match, as Satoru doesn't date, and you don't sleep around, but after meeting, you keep in touch- and soon Satoru can't get hard without thinking of you, and you get over curious, and join a livestream of the boy you like. Just how will that go for you both!?

Warnings- this time, lots of fluff, sweet confessions, emotional, mentions of Satoru's past and how he got in the industry, former Nerdjo mentioned. Also explicit sex, oral (f receiving) Gojo worshipping you, breedkink, creampie, fingering, squirting, dirty talk WC this chap- 9.6k

A/N- omg one more chapter, we are at the end! Taglist closed- please comment/rb if you enjoy <3

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Chapter Seven

Satoru is nervous.

 He’s never really been on a ‘date’ before, he’s been on many meetings with girls from work, get togethers and hang outs, but he’s never been on something so official, even back when he was with the woman who got him into the industry. They of course fucked constantly, they went out together to hit parties, but it wasn’t that official term, not like this with you.

A real date.

Something he’s been playing over and over in his head for all these months, imagining if things could have gone differently, that night when the girl came up to him, and Nanami came up to you. Could he have said - yes, she’s my date - and not been so fucking terrified of the change? When you looked at him that way, as if you were waiting for his answer, could he have given it?

He shoves all of that back now, it’s all in the past, and the two of you have been in constant contact this week in anticipation, down to you sending him dresses you’re thinking of wearing. Suguru keeps mentioning the dopey fucking grin on his face every time you text him, and every time he calls you, the two of you end up falling asleep on the phone together.

You’re his girlfriend.

He’s actually gotten you a corsage, you maybe thought he was kidding, but he absolutely was not. He’s standing in front of your door, when he finally knocks on it, rapping his knuckles across it, and soon you’ve opened it, standing there so beautiful you make him ache. In so many fucking ways, too.

For every bit of Satoru that wants to rip this pretty little blue dress off you, another part wants to simply kiss your forehead.

The affection is as intense as the longing, the desire to have you with him always, not schedule times and days and work arounds. He knows that is what both of you have to do, but there’s a little part of him that would die to just have you with him, constantly. In his bed, waking up next to him, something he never knew he would want or crave so badly.

Your eyes light up, brilliant without your glasses on, he can’t decide what he likes better - how fucking pretty you are with them, or getting to look into them clearer without them on. You have cherry red lipstick across your lips, and a little blush on your cheekbones, your hair done up in a way that makes him crave yanking it out, letting it tumble and fall over your shoulders as he kisses you.

“Satoru, oh I’m so excited!” You’re grinning, melting his heart then, he swallows a little nervously again, leaning down and tilting your chin up with two fingers.

“You look beautiful, sweetheart,” he murmurs, pressing a sweet kiss on your lips, you tremble at it, your hands slipping up his chest, over the pretty light blue dress shirt he’s wearing. “We match.”

“We do,” you kiss him again, tugging at his collar, sighing into his mouth at how good it feels. “You look handsome, Satoru.”

“Of course I do.” You snort now, shaking your head and stepping back and tugging at his hands.

“Come in real quick, I need to throw my heels on and get a jacket,” he steps inside, noticing the couch is still very much spotless, no more tangled blankets, he smiles as you sit on the couch then and slip on a pair of black heels. “I’m very, very excited you know.”

“So am I,” he comes over then, kneeling and halting you before you slip the other shoe on, taking it from your hand. He presses a kiss on your bare knee, watching you react, your hands trembling, your breath quickening. “Let me.”

“You’re making me feel like Cinderella or something,” you tease, he laughs a bit softly, eyeing the flustered mess he’s made you. “I could get used to this treatment.”

“I could get used to treating you this way,” he murmurs, securing the little buckle now, hand slipping up your thigh slowly, he leans close, your fingers card through the snowy locks of his hair. “Like a little princess.”

“Satoru,” you lean down and kiss him again, deeper this time, he tugs you close as he sits between your thighs, feeling your heat. You pull back, breath ghosting his lips, he notices he’s kissed just a bit of your tint off, a fainter red now. “I missed you so much.”

“I missed you.” You both kiss once more, it takes every ounce of self control not to devour you, that soaking wet little cunt so ready for him to drink up, but he knows you both have to take time, even when your bodies completely disagree. He pulls back and sighs, caressing your cheek carefully. “Don’t make it so hard for me to be a gentleman, do you know what it’s like right now?”

“You’re the one over here making me think insane thoughts,” you pout, and he grins, easing back just a bit. “This is not a good position for you to be in with where my mind is going.”

“And what is your innocent mind thinking of, hmm?” He raises a brow, so charming, still on his knees over your plush carpet. “Blushing, cute.”

“Shh! You know what I’m thinking, it’s not innocent…” you shift a bit closer, his hand slips up the inside of your thigh now. 

“No? Are you being a bad girl?” He grins, still slowly inching up, watching you shift on the couch.

“Don’t make me say it.”

“Maybe I wanna hear it,” he kisses your thigh now, watching goosebumps rise where his lips press, hearing your soft whine along with the little pop of his lips. “I can make it happen after the date, if you want it to.”

You bite your lower lip, while he looks up at you under his snowy lashes, just a little red on his own lips now. “I was thinking of places that really miss being kissed by you.”

“Oh, here?” He kisses your knee, and you giggle. “Or… here?” He kisses higher, teasing you with a nip of his sharp teeth.

“No,” he’s chuckling now, fuck he doesn’t remember the last time he felt like this, even with you. It was sexual so quickly and so intense there wasn’t much room for teasing. Your fluttering pulse and quick heart rate are matched by his own, when you run your thumb over his plump lip. “You know where I miss it most.”

“It’s here, isn’t it?” He grabs your wrist now, pressing a kiss along the delicate inside of it, over the little veins raised ever so slightly.

“You found it,” his teeth nip your wrist now, shooting desire hot and heavy, while his fingers slip dangerously close to your core. “Mnh…”

“I know, I can’t wait to taste your sweet little cunt again,” his words are husky, deep toned, that voice that feels like he’s touching you, pulling back now to tug out a pretty bunch of blue flowers from his black jacket. “But I’m going to do this right this time.”

“Satoru, did you really get a corsage!?” You’re giggling, the sound making him melt as he takes your hand now. “I didn’t think you actually would!”

“I told you I would,” he kisses the back of your hand after slipping it over your wrist, little delicate blue flowers adorning it now. “I think now you’re ready for this date, yeah?”

You blink back emotions, kissing him again, he’s still on his knees, arms wrapping your waist, kissing your lips over and over, sighing into them. “Did I tell you, I never went to prom?”

“Never?” He pulls back curiously, and you nod. “Tell me why, I want to know so much, who you were. Were you a little nerd?”

“Of course I was, I just played DnD that night.” He grins then, so handsome he breaks your heart into pieces.

“Guess what?”

“Hmm?”

“I didn’t go to mine either. I was also playing DnD.”

“No way!”

“Mmhmm,” he’s chuckling along with you, you kiss him again, a sweet little peck, shaking your head. “I was a nerd.”

“No way, I can’t even picture it!” He shrugs a shoulder and stands now, holding your hands and tugging you up, your head falls back to look at him. “There’s so much I don’t know about the man I fell in love with.”

It’s quiet then, he rests his head on yours, cupping your face, too quiet, your mind races. This will be the third time you’ve confessed, and the prior two were not met with answers, you curse internally, wishing you could keep it under wraps, wondering if you’re pushing it too far. But he pulls back, lips parted, exhaling and studying you carefully.

“You do not have to say it back-”

“I fell in love with you when I fucking saw you,” you pause, a little gasp the only noise aside from your pounding heart, beating so loudly, you can feel it thudding. “It scared the fuck out of me. I tried to explain it away in every different way, it must be your looks, it must be the chemistry, it must be a connection. Anything to avoid knowing what it was.”

“Satoru…” You’re blinking tears, little trails of mascara falling which he swipes up with his fingers.

“I was just really scared. I’ll get more into my past tonight, but I didn’t think this sort of thing was possible. These six months have been fucking torture,” you’re a mess now, while he tugs you closer, hands slipping down your bare shoulders. “I should have said it back.”

“It’s okay, it really is, you weren’t ready just yet.” He exhales, leaning low and kissing you once more, tasting the salty tears that fall.

“I wanted to do this after the date, I had a plan you brat.” You giggle now, as he keeps swiping at your tears. “All this work on your makeup too, want me to fix it for you?”

“You can do makeup?” You ask softly, he nods.

“I did a lot on set. You just need a touch up, though you’d be a pretty racoon, too. Where’s the makeup?”

“Scattered all over the sink,” he sees that clearly when you’re in your bathroom now, there are exactly seven lipsticks set out. “I couldn’t decide!”

“Always red, it’s my favorite on you,” he carefully takes your concealer and wets your makeup sponge like a pro as you watch. “Yes, I know how to do it pretty well.”

“Putting on my makeup and my shoes? I’ll never let you go,” you tease, while he dabs under your eye, touching up the little black spots as you look up. It’s quiet then, but he finishes that, tilting your chin up again. “Do I need more lipstick?”

“Wanna kiss you again first,” he murmurs, pressing his lips on yours, your arms wrapped around his neck, eyelashes fluttering shut. “One more.”

You’re smiling as you pull back, hands slipping down his chest. “I love you, Satoru.”

“I love you, and I wanna fucking bend you over this sink,” you moan softly when he turns you, facing the mirror, his hands on either side, you feel his length pressing against the small of your back, making you heat up. “The last time I looked at you like this…”

“I know,” you look at his eyes, as he leans down, bent at the waist, a big hand splaying the expanse of your tummy under your breasts, palm warm, you lean back against him, feeling every bit of it. “That was an… intense night.”

“It was, there’s this mix of regretting acting that way, and wishing I got to drink all that up,” you barely hold back your desperate whine, he kisses down the side of your neck now, moaning softly in your ear. “Is that terrible?”

“No, it’s not, I feel the same - ah - we won’t make the date if you keep kissing me like this.” He chuckles, pulling back a bit, you’re dizzy from his presence from every sensation.

“Can’t control yourself?”

“Oh!” You turn and shove him playfully, all lit up so pretty for him, he can’t help but feel that tug of affection. “You’re smirking!”

“You’re just so adorable like this.” He kisses you again, before pulling back, eyeing your lipstick, picking the shade you have on. “Here, I’ll fix it.”

Satoru glides the lipstick over your mouth carefully, smiling down at his work, when you wipe the tint of it off his own lips, blushing when he nips at your thumb. “All better?”

“All better, but tonight…” he leans over you again, a wicked little smirk on his handsome face now. “I think I’d like to ruin your makeup. And not fix it.”

“Toru…” He tugs you against him, thigh pressing right where you’re already pulsing around nothing, you arch them, dying for more, it’s been so fucking long since you felt him.

“The tears will be from cumming too hard, too much, not from you being sad,” he whispers, pressing hungry kisses along your jaw line now, until his lips brush the shell of your ear. “Lipstick smeared from where you’ll suck my cock down that tight little throat, from your drool.”

“Fuck…” You’re damn near done for, yanking him down and rolling your hips, his big hands stop you. “Please…”

“After the date, what do you take me for!?”

“You’re ridiculous!” He snorts and you barely manage a cute little glare. “Teasing me, ugh!”

“You’re too cute, I can’t help it.” He fixes the little bobby pins in your hair that have fallen, you watch his adam’s apple bob up and down as he swallows.

“Then you better take me out now, before we don’t get to the door.”

“You’re so slutty right now,” he’s grinning against your neck as you push at him, his arm wraps you tightly, lifting you up for a moment with one arm like it’s nothing. “Be a good girl for me.”

“I’m trying, mnh,” it’s impossible not to want him, when he’s literally just fucking carrying you with that one arm to the front door now. “I could get used to this too.”

“You’re going to be a very spoiled girlfriend, hmm?” You bury your face at that, as he chuckles, setting you down in front of your door. “You like that?”

“Yes, I do.” He grabs your jacket from the stand, slipping it over your shoulders now and holding out his hand.

“Then let’s go on a date.”

“Let’s go.”

*****

“If it isn’t Satoru Gojo!” A girl runs up as you and Satoru are seated at the rooftop restaurant he’s brought you to later, overlooking the beautiful skyline below, high up as the sun gently sets.

Everything is perfect about tonight, sitting across from him, the soft candlelight flickering with the wind just a bit, your hands joined as your knees gently brush. He looks at her then, raising a brow, and you tense across from him, remembering the last time you two had gone out to eat. The girl who was his former costar, and you can’t get mad about it, he’s probably just rather popular with his career.

“I haven’t seen you in so long, what a shame,” she says then, slinking on up, her fingers trail his shoulder, when he takes her hand, yanking it off him, narrowing his eyes. 

“I’m clearly on a date with my girlfriend,” his words make your heart race, while you’re nervously fiddling with your hands in your lap. She looks at you in surprise, as if she’d not acknowledged it to even be some possibility. “What did you need?”

“I just remembered having a really good time on set, and was curious if you were into it anymore, I do have my contact info if you-”

“You’re clearly not reading the room,” he cuts her off, and you’ve never seen this side of him. Usually shmoozing and grinning, putting on a bit of a show, this Satoru is far, far different from the last time this happened. He puts a hand on yours and smiles at you, saying your name softly.

“Oh… I didn’t see you there,” she says, nose in the air, you blink and Satoru glares now, his icy eyes fucking insane. “I’m Amber, was a friend of his.”

Her insinuation is clear, clear as Satoru’s jaw tensing.

“Nice to meet you, Amber.” You say, too friendly for Satoru’s liking, he raises a brow and you give him a look - you can’t be rude!?

“To answer you, no I don’t want your info, I’m not doing that now.”

“Ah, I did hear you were modeling, how’d you get into it?”

“Here,” he hands her a business card. “That’s my agent, but if you don’t mind I have a date to focus on.” Resigned, she walks off, and he tilts his head.

“What?”

“Why are you so nice? Should have scowled at her with me.”

“She just likes you, who wouldn’t,” he leans forward now, hand entwining with yours over the table. “You want me territorial?”

“It’d be hot.” You roll your eyes as he smirks.

“You’re crazy, but thank you for telling her um… I’m your girlfriend.” He kisses up your inner wrist, where the corsage sits now.

“Of course,” it doesn’t feel strong enough of a word really, for everything he feels for you, watching you across from him. “All right, so what character did you main?”

“You really were a nerd,” he chuckles, the sound so perfect to your ears then, while you both nibble on your appetizers. “I was a bard of course, and a fire genasi, you?”

“I can see it, I was absolutely a paladin.”

“What kind!”

“Dragonborne.”

“Oh, that fits.”

“What’s that mean, nerdy brat?” He teases, when you lean your chin on your hand, so fucking heartbreakingly pretty across from him it almost steals his breath away, it takes everything to remain calm.

You make him feel every bit the younger boy he was then, stuttering on his words, fumbling nervously on the inside, even though on the exterior he was so calm, so sure. That grin he gives you though? It’s not the practiced one, the sleazy Hollywood one, it’s genuine - it’s him.

Maybe that’s what always scared him.

“So, are we going to play together? I have a group you know,” you tease, poking at him when he just stares for a moment. “Planning a new character?”

“No, thinking how beautiful you are,” you blink a bit in surprise, leaning back with a little intake of breath, those earrings dangling and swaying, casting shadows along the delicate curve of your neck. His fingers trail along it, reaching up to toy with them now. “Too much?”

“No, not at all,” your hand touches his, holding it there as you study him across from you, his pretty pink lips parted, lashes lowering. “I think you’re beautiful too.”

“Of course-”

“Inside too, not just your face, or your body, or even just your eyes,” you stop him in his tracks, eyes burning with the emotions that you bring from your words. “Everything about you.”

“Shit,” he tugs you to him over the table, kissing you in front of everyone, you taste the sweetness of that moscato on his plush lips, sinking into the kiss. “You’re too sweet, I need to drink you.”

“Don’t say that here,mmm…” you pull back, covering your face, hearing his little chuckle. “You’re mean, never mind.”

“Hey, sorry, come back here,” you shake your head, then he stands up, walking over in front of you, making you look up at him. “So we both missed prom to roleplay then?”

“Mmhmm, a destined match.” He hums a bit, as you look around, seeing that some people are watching you both with curious smiles.

“Then let's dance like it is prom, a nerdy little dnd prom with just you and me.” He says softly, playful gleam in those pretty azure depths of his eyes, and your pulse races, nerves making you heat up.

“Dance, here?” You ask nervously, there is music playing, there’s a singer with a guitar, and there’s room to dance on this rooftop, but no one is.

“Yes, since we both were too busy in the dungeon for prom,” he teases, white grin flashing as the soft wind tousles his white locks. “We should dance here and now, together.”

“You’re so insane, but…” He’s standing now, holding out his hand, and you take it, a pretty smile on your face melting him ever further.

He leans low, murmuring in your ear when he tugs you up. “Good girl.”

“Oh, you know what that does.” You’re burying your face against his chest as he chuckles, hand on the small of your back.

“Too cute I can’t help it, c’mon sweetheart,” he tugs you now by your hands, and pulls you in his embrace while the music softly echoes, mixing with the pounding of your heart in your ears. He’s spinning you in a little pirouette, as the people around you smile and murmur your direction. “Look, they think you’re cute too.”

You stumble nervously, he catches you so swift, like it’s a second nature, and you can’t stop the big grin on your face - a lovesick one. One only for Satoru Gojo, one that’s been gone from your face for a long time now. He has one hand in yours, as he sways you along, the waitresses pass by and giggle, whispering how cute of a couple you are.

“You don’t mind if they know I’m your girlfriend?” You ask then, he frowns, shaking his head.

“I want everyone to know you’re my girlfriend.” You light up, and he realizes when he didn’t acknowledge it to be more before, it must have created more of an insecurity. “I wish I told everyone, especially that Nanami guy.”

“Oh goodness,” his glare shows he’s still very much not a fan, you rest your head on his chest, swaying now. “You know he’s doing OF with Jenna now?”

“What!?” You pull back a bit, nodding. “Do you just attract sex workers like a lamp for moths!?”

“Shh!” You look around at his loud ass voice, and he sighs, rolling his eyes. “I thought you’d be happy he’s occupied.”

“Mmm, whatever, I didn't like his ass.”

“I can tell!”

“Didn’t like how he looked at you,” he tilts your chin up, still swaying side to side now. “Only I can look at you like that.”

“Possessive Satoru, I kinda like that,” he rolls his eyes at your teasing little smile, spinning you again, the wine hits your bloodstream, making you deliciously dizzy. “Maybe I feel possessive too, a little.”

“I knew it, you were holding back.” He eyes the girl who’d interrupted your meal, smirking as he sees your cute little scowl. “No one can catch my eye, okay? It’s just you.”

You falter, almost tripping again in your heels that are just a bit too high, head falling back to look up at him. “Oh…”

“Don’t cry again, not yet,” he presses a kiss on your forehead, warm to the touch of his lips, while the breeze gently blows cool waves of air, making your dress fly up just a bit. “Of course you’re all I see.”

“I will cry again,” you warn, eyes glassy already, as the song ends, and he spins you once more, until your back is against his chest, and his arms are wrapped around you. “Thank you, Satoru.”

“Of course.” People clap around you quietly at your little dance, when he guides you back to the table, but this time he sits the chair right next to him, a hand on your thigh under the tablecloth. His eyes lock with yours when you bite at your lip, he tugs it from the grip of your teeth. “Only I should get to bite it.”

“Only you, hmm?” He nods, leaning close, when a waitress comes with your orders, and he gives you a quick kiss, starting to cut up your food without thinking about it. “Satoru, you're very thoughtful, you know.”

“It’s nothing, I hope you like this,” he slips a bite into your mouth, juicy and tender, your eyes flutter shut as it fills your taste buds. “What do you think?”

“It’s so good!” He smiles at that, feeding you another bite now, ever so carefully, dabbing at your lips with a napkin. “You’re spoiling me.”

“I haven’t spoiled you yet, not even close,” you sip your wine, scooching even closer, your legs crossed, his hand firm on one. “I think I’ll like having a girlfriend to spoil, take you shopping, make you dress up for me.”

“You don’t have to do all that, you know.” He frowns a bit at that.

“What if I want to, will you let me?” He brushes a tendril of hair back that the wind keeps sweeping forward, the sky is darkening, the purples and oranges fading, the sun set over the horizon now. The lighting just makes the angles of his face sharper, the glow of his skin prettier.

“I’ll let you do anything,” you clear your throat then, blushing. “Well that sounded freaky.”

“I know you’d let me do anything, sweetheart I haven’t even gotten started showing you things. That blush is so pretty.”

“Oh!” You cut up some of his food then, putting it in his mouth, he eagerly takes a bite off the fork. “Yes I’ll let you take me shopping.”

“Good girl.”

“Satoru!” His hand slips up higher, surrounded by lively people and music. You get so nervous, but more excited, when his thumb brushes a little circle along the inner part of one thigh.

“You really like that, hmm?” His words are practically a purr, you narrow your eyes, but he already sees them dilate. “Are you wet already?”

“Shh,” you panic, but he’s just chuckling, pulling his hand back just a bit so it’s at your knee. Still tense, your entire body is reacting to his every movement as he sits next to you. “So you had said you wanted to tell me a few things?”

“Yeah I did,” he sighs, taking a sip of his blush wine now. “For courage.”

“You don’t have to tell me anything you’re not ready for.” He loves that about you, the way you’ve never pushed him - even if you should have truly. He picks up your hand and presses a gentle kiss on the back of it.

“So I was indeed a nerd, so nerdy in fact I may have been a virgin in college still.” You nod just a bit.

“Nothing wrong with that, not at all.”

“Right, but I thought there was something wrong with that, wrong with me I guess,” you frown now, heart aching for him. “I didn’t embrace it like you.”

“That’s okay, I’ll bring nerdy Satoru back.” He scoffs playfully at that, still holding your hand, you sip your drink, studying him carefully.

“So I met this woman, she was older. Like thirty, and she was someone who I guess started really noticing me, like as a man and not a nerdy little boy. I became really enamored with her, obsessive I guess…” You nod, listening, but he pauses. “Will this be weird to hear? Another woman?”

“It’s your past, absolutely not. I want to know more.” You set down your glass, still holding his hand now. “Go ahead.”

Fuck he loves you.

He blinks snowy lashes, they cast little shadows against his eyelids when he stares back at the hand he’s holding. “She was a very famous pornstar, I assumed out of my league, but she wanted me. And I guess I got a high off of it, it’s probably where I started associating sex with affection? Fuck I feel like you’re my therapist.”

“We probably both need one after what we did to each other.” He grimaces, nodding now. “But go ahead, I want to know.”

“I lost my virginity on set,” his voice is very quiet, just a murmur, and your heart aches then. “Don’t feel sorry for me.”

“But that seems kind of insane? Especially really young?”

“I loved that shit, I was all about it.”

“Did you love it, or just love her?” He looks at you then, shaking his head.

“Whatever I thought I had, nothing has come close to what I feel for you,” your breath catches, when he brings your hand to his lips, kissing it again. “I know it wasn’t love.”

“But you may have thought so, like I did with my ex,” he nods then. “I know now that it wasn't anything like this.”

“It wasn’t, but I suppose I was infatuated. We did this scene and I became some fucking sensation overnight, all my plans to do physics were changed when I realized that I could make millions fucking my girlfriend.”

“You wanted to do physics?”

He smiles then. “That’s what you heard?”

“Yes, that’s insanely difficult. And very interesting.”

“My parents pushed me into it, and I was good at it, I was top of my class at UCLA and all that shit. I don’t know, something about doing porn instead really made me feel rebellious or something.”

“It’s understandable.”

“You have not a single rebellious bone in your pretty body,” he leans low, fingers entwining now. “It’d be hot if you were bratty for me though.”

“Would it be?” You lean closer, necklace tantalizing him against your collar bone as it gently moves.

“Fuck yes it would be.”

“You’re distracting from the topic,” he pouts, even as you press him. “You lost it on set, and you enjoyed it?”

He leans back now, long lanky legs spread, brushing against your own. “Yeah, I did enjoy it, I guess. We got heavy into the industry, but of course she was with other people. It was her job.”

“But that hurt you.”

“Yeah, the shit hurt me. I was jealous a lot," he eyes you then. “I guess how you felt when you saw me doing that video.”

“It did make me unreasonably jealous,” you admit softly. “But I knew it was your career.”

“Yeah, I did too. I started doing my own shoots, I eclipsed her in fame, and she wanted to retire. But, I didn’t. She mentioned how much I changed, but she didn’t realize she changed me.” You blink back emotions, thinking of how a younger Satoru must have been, a sweet physics major, shy and nervous. The thoughts melt you and hurt you simultaneously.

“Deep down, you’re still just you.” He looks down at his glass, as a waitress comes and refills each of your wine glasses up. His fingers brush up the stem of it carefully.

“I almost did that to you, what she did to me.”

“You did not-”

“Yes, yes I did.” He cuts you off now, and you shake your head. “I didn’t accomplish it, or mean to do it, but just how I got into the industry for her, you were willing to for me. You just had enough sense to catch yourself. I got too into the lifestyle.”

“It was ultimately my choice, and I’m not in college and completely innocent here.”

“Damn near were, and not much older than I was. You can disagree, but I saw myself doing it, and couldn’t stop. I was so selfish for you.”

“And I was for you,” you lean closer, impossibly closer, the two of you damn near snuggled on that rooftop, a hand resting on his forearm over the soft material of his suit jacket. “Maybe being in love makes you dumb and selfish, and both of us really were.”

“You weren’t -”

“I was,” your turn to cut him off, he disagrees and opens his lips for you to put a finger against them. “Don’t take all the blame here, when we both were really bad at admitting things, expressing ourselves.”

“You stop taking so much blame then,” his words are quiet, meant for only your ears when he cups your face, thumb brushing your overheated cheek. “You are still a good girl, what you did doesn’t change that, okay?”

“I know that, and I got a bit of a rush from it, like you mentioned, not from them seeing me, but for when you called me your star.” He kisses you then, hungry and desperate, a kiss that should be in privacy, but he can’t stop it.

“You are,” he whispers, you whine into his lips when he barely has the ability to pull back. “Check?”

“Check.”

*****

The drive back is a blur, when Satoru damn near carries you out of the car, a stumbling mess of kisses until you’re in the elevator, heading up to his penthouse. He’s got you lifted like it’s nothing, pinning you against the wall, after the drive was nothing but torturous touches, caresses, kisses. The need in both of you is so intense it’s impossible to breathe.

The moment you walk into Satoru’s penthouse, he turns and presses you against the door, cupping your chin and slamming his lips on yours. You meet his kisses with desperate, needy ones of your own, your purse falling to the floor right along with the jacket he slips off your shoulders. You’re trembling when he presses hungry kisses along your now bare shoulders.

“Satoru,” you’re whispering his name, just like a needy little plea, when he unzips your dress ever so carefully, the cool metal against your overheated skin. “Mnh!”

“If you want me to stop, tell me now sweetheart,” he whispers, exposing the expanse of your back when the dress spills, breasts gripped in each of his hands, your head falls back as he squishes them in his grip. “If you don’t want this yet…”

“I want it, I want all of you.” He moans and kisses you again, one hand staying on your breast, the other tugging that dress down your hips.

“I need you sure, I can wait,” he whispers, you step out of the dress that’s around your ankles now, still in your heels, making you just a little taller, enough where he can easily touch your cunt bending down just a bit, you whine out at the contact. “I’ll wait forever for you.”

You blink back tears at that, looking up at him with lidded eyes, one of his hands now entwines with yours over the cool, slick white paint of the door, the other touching your cunt over your panties. You bite back a moan, a mix of love and desire, emotions and need, looking up into his brilliant blue eyes, dark and dilated in the dim lights of his living room.

“I’ve waited so long, for you to be back in my life,” you say then, sniffling back just a bit of tears, he pauses his touches, for you to put his hand back, looking at him under your lashes. “I want you in me, on me, with me. Please.”

“I’ll give you anything,” he kisses you again, you move his finger under your panties, earning the slick spilling down both your fingers. “Fuck you’re so wet f’me, so ready aren’t you? For me to cum inside you?”

“Y-yes, please, please - ah!” Satoru’s fingers slip inside, now your own slick ones grip his wrist as they pump. Your eyes roll back, mouth open in a desperate cry when he curls them just so in your spot, the one only he knows, exhaling as he feels your gummy walls tighten.

“There it is, did you miss me sweetheart?” He asks softly, cocky and arrogant, but you fucking love it, you nod eagerly, earning a turn of his plump lips. “Show me how much you missed it, let me feel her cum f’me.”

He’s working them faster, in that maddening fucking rythm he knows you can’t handle, you tighten up then. “T-too much!”

“No honey, don’t tighten up, already too fucking tight, let go,” his whispers urge you on, spreading your thighs and exhaling. “That’s it, that’s my good girl.”

“F-fuck!” You’re arching for more, bare ass pressed against his thighs, his cock leaks precum through his boxers, against his slacks, as he feels your muscles contract, your walls quiver. “M’gonna - ngh, Satoru…”

“That’s it, give me it, please baby,” he’s whiny and desperate even as he controls you, with those long fingers shoved so deep, and you shatter for him. You’re gushing as the orgasm hits you, rocking your entire body, you’re trembling and whimpering when the pleasure shoots everywhere, and he slips his fingers out with a pop. “Fuck, you did so good.”

He turns you now, you’re wobbling, he has to hold you firm, slipping his fingertips coated in your arousal across your lips. “Mnh… can’t stand…”

“I’ve got you, god just look at you,” he worships your body while your tongue laps that slick off, hands gently grazing your breasts, you eagerly shove off his jacket, he loosens that black tie, kissing you again, holding you steady while you threaten to fall on your own damn heels. “Need to drink you up.”

He’s slipped your panties down then, a soaked fucking mess, before slipping a thigh over his shoulders, looking up at you under snowy lashes, running a thumb down your slit. You’re shaking, head falling back and smacking the door. “Ow!”

He chuckles, and you giggle, his breath ghosting your inner thigh then. “You better not get a concussion on the night I get to taste you again, clumsy little thing.”

“I can’t hold steady - ah! Oh my god,” he kisses your hood now, lips right above your hood, your fingers slip through his silky strands, hips arching. “I missed that so much.”

“I will eat you out all you want tonight,” he smirks then, tongue flicking up your slit, you clench around nothing while he collects the pooled arousal around your little hole, making you gasp in pleasure. “I’ll eat my cum out of you too, over and over.”

“Please,” you’re tugging his teasing mouth closer, his tongue going in the slowest circles, all while you can hardly see, still blinking fuzz from your orgasm. “Oh!”

“Go ahead, don’t be shy, use me baby,” his words end you, that desperate look his pretty face has on it, the way he tugs you closer, a hand firm on your ass. “Use me all you want, fuck out all those frustrations on m’face, huh?”

“Ngh…” You tug him against you firmly then, cunt spasming around his long pink tongue, his nose bumps your twitchy clit, already sensitive from his fingers, and you do just that.

Your hips arch and roll, riding his pretty face as much as you want, as much as you’ve craved and missed, six months without him worshipping you on his knees. And it’s what he’s doing, in between filthy words and sweet ones, praising and teasing, torturing and giving. His mouth whispers how much he wants this, even as you suffocate him with your cunt.

“That’s it, keep fucking my face,” he whispers, and you’re lost to him, he’s pinned your hips firmly, as you barely hold yourself up on one leg, tongue lavishing inside your hole, between your folds, when you tense, tightening again. “No, let go, now. Let me drink it all, baby.”

You’re done again with one practiced flick of Satoru Gojo’s tongue, this time more intense, the way he sucks your clit into his mouth pushes you over that edge again, watching from on his knees as you cum for him. You’re hoarsely crying out his name as he palms his erection, straining and aching to be inside you. “Satoru, please.”

“Need more?” He teases, letting you go with a pop of his lips, while you’re still gasping for air, and he’s just smiling up at you the way he does, licking his glossy lips. “Mm, so sweet.”

“Need you inside me, now…” You tug at his silky hair now, he eases a thigh down, pressing more kisses on it. You’re flushed as he stands up, your legs giving out damn near, but he’s got you, wrapping an arm around your hips as your fingers flit to his belt.

“That needy, that eager baby?” He teases, a flash of a grin, but when his cock springs free he whimpers, clear as day, that sound you fucking miss so badly. “Fuck…” He trails off as you free him, stroking his pretty length, you run your thumb over the tip of him as he unbuttons his shirt, lapping up his precum, making his cock thicken. “You have to be this fucking sexy?”

“I missed your taste,” you tease softly, earning his moan when he quickly gets naked, filling your gaze with the perfect body, your fingers trail over his abdomen before he stops them, pressing your wrists against the wall. “Let me touch you.

“No, I can’t handle it,” he’s hoarse against your ear as he leans down, lips brushing the shell of it. “I’ll cum in your pretty little hand, and embarrass myself.”

“No, I’d just make you cum again, in my mouth,” you whisper back in his ear, so bold like he’s never heard you, your fingers pressing against his strong back now. “Then inside me.”

“Fuck me,” he grumbles,  you’re giggling but it’s halted when he lifts you like you’re nothing, and you cling to him, gasping. He chuckles, the sound warm against your skin, and he’s kissing your neck, his cock nudging against you, hard and demanding at your soppy entrance. “You’re talking a lot for a girl who just drooled.”

“What now,” he grins as he pulls back, and you feel the stretch, but he just holds it there. “Toru, please, stop teasing.”

“You’re too pretty not to tease,” he leans low, kissing your lips, eyes locking with yours, your thighs pressing on his narrow hips, your heat just burning against his sensitive tip. He swallows, emotions present he never acknowledged before, but he can’t hold back anymore, as he whispers your name. “God I’ve missed your taste, your scent, your sweet little cries, all of it. All of you.”

“I missed all of you, Satoru - mnh!” He presses in then, head resting on yours, you taste yourself on the breath that ghosts your swollen lips, when he starts stretching you out. “Oh f-fuck, m-missed everything.”

“I missed being gripped like this,” he whispers, pulling back and slipping further, she’s stretching to accommodate him, your whines filling his ears, his mind, as your heels press against his back, the sight so fucking filthy - him fucking you on his door - everything he’d dreamed of for so long. “I missed your pretty face.”

“Oh my god I… you…” You’re a mess, tears falling in pleasure and love, while you feel Satoru giving himself to you, the vulnerability, the sweet pressure deeper and deeper inside you. “M-missed yours, missed your voice, missed you.”

“I missed you, every fucking day,” he takes a shaky breath, shoving his thick cock deeper now, blue eyes so dark and glittery with his tears, while he fills you so deep you feel him fucking everywhere. “I never, ever want you to leave again. Say it,” he shoves his cock fully then, you gasp at it. “Say it, please.”

“Never again,” your answer ends him, he’s desperate now, no longer gentle once he knows you can take him, he’s pushing your back against that door, his mouth claiming yours again, his tongue dripping saliva and the lingering taste of your cunt along his mouth, mixed with him. “Mnh!”

“Fuck,” he’s lost in you now, and everything gets fucking heady, you’re dizzy, his thrusts and kisses are just like a drug, intoxicating and fucking addictive. You’re lost in his kiss, his scent, his touch, just Satoru Gojo. While his huge hands slip down to your ass, he is lifting you up and dragging you down fully on him. “Got you so fucking full, don’t I?”

You’re nodding, helpless, as he bottoms out as much as he can, and your cunt is dripping down his length, down his balls and your ass, which smack with filthy noises, heavy and ready to bust inside your eager little hole. His teeth sink into your neck as he lifts you, uses you, shoving you harder and harder until your lower back bruises, until your head smacks the door again.

You wrap your legs around his waist tighter, while his cock is thrusting inside your ready, slick heat, making you bite your lip so hard it almost bleeds. He pulls back and brushes his thumb on it, sighing as it smears red like your lipstick. “Don’t hold back, lemme fucking hear every cry, every moan, every scream.”

“Ah!” You do just that, screaming when he’s got his tip grinding on your cervix, you’re desperately struggling to take him all, the pressure so intense in your core. “So big, fuck you’re so big.”

“You can take me, cunt is made f’me, only me,” he’s lost now, in all of you invading every sense he has, as he works you. “Say it.”

“Made for you,” you whisper, ruining him, your fingers feeling the heat and muscle of his strong body as he pumps inside you, his hands roaming your body with a familiarity that no one could ever have. The way he touches you, the way he knows you, like he’s meant for you.

“Only me.”

“Only you, m-meant for you.”

Your words make him pause, even as he’s losing control, pulling back from the process of leaving a trail of kisses down your neck, a growing bruise making his instincts to keep you forever flare. His lips are parted, fucked out as you are, as he pauses with his cock buried as fully as he can get it. He swallows and brushes back your hair then, falling pins still clattering to the floor.

“Meant for me,” he repeats softly, then picks you up further, firmly inside of you, slamming you down like some doll in the air. You scream out, clinging tighter as he turns with you, effortlessly. “You are meant for me.”

“For you.” He moans and kisses you again, carrying you until you’re laid on just a section of his very fancy suede couch, soft under your skin as he lays you down, tugging the rest of your hair out.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, watching it fall across one of the little gold decorative pillows, splayed underneath you so pretty. Even with his cock inside you, still getting gripped by your walls, he can’t help but be lost in your beauty. “Perfect.”

“No…” he grips your chin, shaking his head then, and you feel it, you’re perfect for Satoru.

“You are perfect,” he murmurs, slowly entering you this time, lifting your thigh until it’s high over the back of the couch, kissing up your calf now, sinking deeper and watching your head fall back, your tits jiggle as your back arches. “Perfect for me, aren’t you?”

You nod eagerly, earning his pleased moan as he lets you adjust again only to press your leg over his shoulder, leaning forward, you’re stuffed so full he can see it, the sight almost ending him. You’re gasping and wriggling at just how full he has you, his tip leaking precum right against that cervix, a hand splaying your stomach, feeling how his cock moves in your body.

“Look at that, too big for you, hmm?” He’s taunting now, that feral energy tinged with an aching sweetness, you barely manage to gasp when he slams hard inside you now. “Can’t talk, baby?”

You can only helplessly whine out his name, as he fucks you again, harder this time, hips slamming into you, you feel him stretching you wide open, pushing you further than you can think, while your cunt clenches around him. He moans when your  juices gush out, making a mess of him, the little silvery white trail under his flat belly button already coated in you.

“You’re so fucking wet for me, so tight, god,” he groans out as he watches you, the way your tits jiggle more and more with every mean stroke, the way your face contorts in pleasure, that mouth in that perfect O, your brows furrowing. All while with fuzzy vision you study him, his jaw clenched, his muscles straining, sweat dripping from his skin onto yours.

“You’re s-so deep,” you whine out, he groans and leans forward, pressing into you so hard you cry out. “Toru!”

“I can’t hold back, can you take me baby?”

You want to demand how this is holding back, then remember filthy fucking nights. You blush, nodding then, and he exhales, slamming your cunt so hard you’re both a mess. You want it all, his desperate needy strokes, the way he grips you so tight you bruise - you want it, his marks, his thrusts, all while he’s pushing you over the edge, another orgasm about to end you, make you fucking delirious.

Need built for months and months, both of you drowning in it, as it consumes you, and he’s whispering your name over and over. “You need to cum, don’t you sweetheart?” You just nod, helpless, your throat so tight when he leans back, rolling his hips just so. “Then cum, lemme feel her.

Your nails are digging into his shoulders, leaving crescents in his pale skin, and he hisses at the pain, wanting more of it, fucking you harder, faster, skin smacking and squelching wetness loud and filthy. “Close, m’so close I - ah!” You’re damn near sobbing the words, this time your tears are from how much you want him, so they just make him harder, pulsing inside you.

“Cum for me then, let me feel how much you’ve missed me sweetheart, let go, you can do it,” he’s urging you when he rolls them again, dragging your spot just right, and you shatter around him. “That’s it, f-fuck, that’s it baby…”

Your pussy is clamping down like a vise on his cock, milking him for all that cum you so desperately want poured into you then, he whimpers at it, at how close you have him as your pleasure hits you. He holds back, just watching, swallowing nervously as he sees your drool spill down your smeared lipstick, sees your eyes fluttering shut and trying to focus on him.

“That’s my good girl,” he whispers, just for you to tremble, thighs shaking as you feel him. “Do you want all this cum inside you?”

“Please,” he moans now, leaking more and more from his pink tip stuffed in your hole. “W-want it.”

“Want me to breed your perfect little cunt?” Satoru loses it then, seeing your eyes light up, confusion and curiosity mixing together, biting your lower lip. “Don't know what that is, sweet girl?”

You shake your head, he leans low now, lifting your thigh higher, stretching you out. Your head falls back when he grips your face between his hands, exhaling. “What is it?”

“Fuck babies into you, hmm?” You gasp, heating up then, blushing furiously, he chuckles softly. “You're so precious.”

“Y-you wanna put… babies in me?” You're a mess then, the thoughts wrecking you, he groans, breath against your lips.

“So many, so much cum inside you, keep you forever,” his words fuck everything up more and more. “Have you round with me, tits so full.”

“Satoru!” You're close again, he smirks, leaning up, jerking his hips to slam inside you again, you cling to him, whining. 

“You like that idea, don't you baby?” You nod, the images overwhelming as his lips hover. “Should I breed your pretty cunt?”

“Yes, I want it, I want you -mnh!” He slams his lips against yours, groaning deep into them, his cock pulsing as he fills you up with his hot cum, so much it's flooding you with warmth.

“Fuck, sweetheart, taking it all aren't you?” He whispers, whining out as you cup his face with your hands, kissing him over and over, while he pumps more and more. “Perfect, slutty little hole, only wants to be filled by me.”

“Only you.” You gasp as he pumps more, and for a moment, you just look at each other, breathing heavily, hearts racing. His thrumming under your palm, his chest slick with sweat. He kisses your palm, rocking inside you again, watching your eyes roll back as his cum slips down between you two.

“I fucking love you,” You blink back tears, as he cups your face, brow resting on yours while he takes a breath. “I have loved you since I met you. I just wish I said it sooner, baby.”

“I love you, so much Satoru, since I saw you across that party,” tears slip out of the corner of your eye, his own fall, as he takes in how precious you are. “I want this forever.”

“So do I.” He's kissing you over and over, he's finally taken your heels off, starting a hot shower and carrying you like a little princess in his arms. You can't help but fall further, every second in his arms.

“I never thought I'd have this again,” you trail off, under the hot spray of water  while Satoru washes your hair gently. “It's even better than before, when I held back.”

“Me too,” he rinses your hair out, exhaling as he kisses across your neck. “You’re always my little star.”

His words destroy you, body relaxed under the shower now tensing with need, as you look up at him, water droplets trailing along his hard body, his pretty face. “Satoru did you um… keep a copy? For you?”

He chuckles then, kissing your neck and shaking his head. “I felt so terrible, no. I regret not being able to see it but it didn't feel right.”

You turn in his arms, cupping his face gently. Leaning up, you kiss his lips, water dripping across your bodies. “I could have handled that better.”

“You didn't handle that in any way but how you needed to, it's okay. Why do you ask?” You blush even under the hot water and he smiles a bit. “Do you want to make a private video?”

“Yes, but only us, just for us,” he moans at that, exhaling as you press a kiss on his throat. “I liked being your star, I just only want your eyes on me.”

“And I want to be the only one that ever sees you, just me,” he whispers, the hot rushing waterfall above being blocked by his broad shoulders as he holds you. “When you’re ready, we’ll get a whole plot for it. And costumes.”

“Costumes!” He grins now.

“Yes, costumes. Fuck I’d love to dress you up, too,” you heat up at the suggestion. “Little nurse costume, a sexy teacher.”

“Would you be my student?”

“Mmm, I’d be the worst one,” you’re kissing again, so happy it’s terrifying, after months and months of heartache. You’re quiet in his arms later, as he holds you against him, the soft satin of his pillow against your cheek. “What are you thinking, hmm?”

“I’m scared,” you admit softly, he sighs and leans over, cupping your face delicately and studying you in the night. “That this will all just end, and I’ll go back to being so sad and alone.”

“I know what you mean,” he admits. You blink back tears now, studying the man you love. “I was afraid you wouldn’t even go out with me today, then more afraid I’d some how fuck it all up.”

“No, everything was just perfect, and you couldn’t. I just want to be around you, Satoru, only you,” he exhales and kisses you again, the fear of losing him once more slowly subsiding with each press of his lips, each gentle touch that builds to more and more. “I love you.”

“I love you, sweetheart. Pretty little star,” he kisses you heavier now, as you’re turned in his arms, tugging you closer against him as you straddle him, heat pressed against his cock. “My star.”

“All yours, ah, I’m sore,” you admit softly, when he’s grinding his cock on you, he smiles a bit, watching your face flush while you arch your back. “It’s been too long.”

“Didn't you touch yourself to me?” He taunts, but you shake your head.

“Not because I didn’t want you, I did, I was um… just so sad.” He exhales, hands slipping down your waist, rustling the silky blankets.

“I won’t let you go without me again.” You fall into him once more, his gentle guiding of you as you ride his cock, shoved so deep, it’s intimate, the way your hands rest on his chest, the slow strokes. So intimate you feel ever closer, ever more in love with every look, touch, kiss and sigh.

His cock is stretching you again, but his thrusts are easy, letting you have the control, letting you take what you want, what you need. You cum again and again, almost passing out from the pleasure, from your sore cunt contracting around his thick cock. When he fills you again - with impossibly more of his cum - you’re crying from how good it feels, how close you feel to him.

When you’re exhausted, and he’s already taken care to clean you up again, and make sure you have water, he’s brushing your hair back, watching you fall asleep. And one thing keeps resounding in his mind - that he doesn’t want you to go home, that he just wants you in his arms forever.

“I wonder if we could get a place together, just you and me,” he whispers, but you’re already snoring. Satoru smiles against your soft hair. “I’ll keep practicing for when you’re awake.”

I'm a little emotional ending this one, these two stressed me out but I love them very much. Hope you all enjoyeddd!

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Bug and Bear

Lucy Bronze x Child!Reader (Bear) x Bug

Summary: Bug comes to your house

Sometimes, Lucy wonders where she went wrong.

If it was a moment way in the past or something more recent.

Being one of your mothers was the greatest gifts in the world. She loves watching you grow and change and get the tiniest bit more attitude even though she knows it drives Keira crazy.

She loves watching your big full body yawns and your big stretches and the way you insist on curling up on the dog bed with Narla.

What she doesn't love, however, is moments like this.

Sitting on the garden patio is meant to be relaxing. She's meant to be sipping a cold drink in one hand and have her phone in the other. She's meant to be able to see you playing so nicely in the garden. She's meant to be able to look up and feel pride at the wooden pirate ship she'd built for you.

You'd seen one in the store when you still lived in Spain and desperately wanted it but there wasn't enough space in the house. But now you're all back in England, Lucy still hadn't bought you one.

She'd built you one instead, convinced that she could build you the pirate ship of your dreams with just some wooden beams from B&Q and a lot of hope.

She'd slightly overestimated the project but with the help of some of the Chelsea girls, it had managed to get it done.

You love it now and Lucy loves seeing you play in it.

Or, she usually loves seeing you play in it.

Everything gets a bit more chaotic when Leah and Jordan's Bug is around.

Like now as you and her play on the pirate ship with wooden swords that Lucy definitely doesn't remember buying you.

She shoots up, interrupting Narla's (who had been sleeping next to her) nap. "Girls!" She says quickly," Be careful."

"We are, auntie Lucy!" Bug hollers back but it's not Bug that Lucy's worried about.

It's you.

You're docile most of the time, happy to let play happen around you. But sometimes, when the circumstances were right, you can get a bit competitive and Lucy thinks that this is one of those moments.

You've got a sword. You've got Bug nearly walking the plank.

Victory is nearly yours now.

"Don't you dare hit her on the head with that, bear!"

You've got your sword raised high above your head when you turn to look at Lucy, bottom lip already jutting out in a pout. "Why?"

"Yeah, auntie Lucy," Bug joins in," Why?"

"Because it will hurt!" Lucy says, trying to calm her hammering heart," And I don't want to have to explain to Bug's mummies why she's on concussion watch."

"Bug won't be on con-sion watch."

"Yeah, I won't!"

"Concussion," Lucy corrects," And yes she will be because it's like when you ride your bike, remember? You have to wear your helmet so if you fall, you don't hurt your head. Heads can be hurt really easily, remember?"

You think for a moment, slowly lowering your weapon as Lucy breaths a sigh of relief and mentally pats herself on the back for being so responsible.

You take Bug's hand, pulling her slightly.

"Come on, buggy," You say," You can borrow my helmet!"

It takes a moment or two for Lucy's brain to catch up but it's enough time for you and Bug to climb down from the pirate ship and start making you way to the house and, presumably, to the room that has your bike helmet in.

"Wait...Hey, wait, you two! Where are you going?!"

Lucy already knows the answer but she feels like she had to ask anyway.

"We're getting my helmet for Bug," You say with an eye roll and a tone that clearly shows you think Lucy is being stupid," So we can play pirates properly."

"You've only got one helmet, bear," Lucy warns," What happens when Bug hits you on the head?"

The look you give Lucy is absolutely disgusting, completely full of contempt like she's just dipped your blankie in the mud or something.

"Bug won't hit me on the head."

"I won't!"

"Because I'm the better pirate."

"She is!"

"So only Bug needs the helmet."

"Yeah, only I need the helmet!"

Lucy sighs. "Go and get the helmet. Give me the swords."

Perhaps while you're finding the helmet, Lucy can find something soft indoors to wrap the swords in.

If only to soften the blow.

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✶ Change of Plans

you get back in bed · count: 1.2k · note: smut, profanity, soft dom, fluffy · 18+ · nsfw

You left Sylus alone a little less than an hour ago. Reluctantly, you peeled yourself away from him, took a shower, got ready and were quite literally out the door when you realized you didn't have your lipstick. You roll your eyes and mumble to yourself. But then you smile, remembering why it was out of your purse in the first place. Last night was a lot of fun.

You're running late, but you decide to rush back. You try to be quiet as you open the bedroom door just enough to slip into the room, and it takes a few seconds for your eyes to adjust to the dark.

His low steady breathing carries across the space. You want to crawl back next to him. You want those big strong arms around you and to melt into him again. But you’re being responsible, you tell yourself. You have plans, you're cutting it close on time, and he needs to sleep.

So you dash over to the nightstand across the room, thinking you'll grab your lipstick and go, but instead an arm suddenly wraps around your waist, pulling at you.

A sound, something between a laugh and a gasp, leaves you at the surprise.

“Mhm. I thought you were leaving?” His voice is rough and his eyes are closed. You can barely pretend to protest against him and the soft sheets before he’s wrapped around you. He laid on his side, effortlessly scooping you up into his broad frame.

“Sorry, Sylus. I didn’t mean to wake you up.” You whisper and nuzzle into a spot on the front of his throat under the sharp edge of his jaw. He smells so good, and touching him is even better.

“Well, you did.” His voice is slow and flat and he settles more of his weight on you. He is heavy, all encompassing, but you relish in the pressure of him. He continues lazily, “Now it’s your job to entertain me, kitten.”

The deep vibration in his neck is just as clear to you as his words are. That commitment and notion of responsibility seem less important with each passing breath.

“C’mon. You should go to sleep, not be entertained.” This is your attempt at disapproval, and it’s a thin rendition at best. It’s hard to be convincing that you’re pushing your face into him and start stealing random kisses from his pulsepoint.

He groans and shifts until your chest is tight against his, his chin resting on the top of your head. His arm easily spans your entire torso, both pinning you to the mattress and reaching to grab onto your ass.

“But, are you sure, kitten?” He goes still, and there’s a softness in the way he asks you the question. You can’t see his face but you can hear that he’s still only half awake. It's a perfect blend of sweetness and lust, and whatever is left of your resolve basically crumbles.

You justify cancelling by reminding yourself that you usually can’t cancel plans. But today seems like the day to do it. You press a few more kisses to his collarbone, and his breathing shifts in the faintest way in response. You pause, letting your lips linger against him before you speak.

“Okay. Fine. You have to let me go for a minute, though… I need to tell them I’m not showing up and I need to get more comfortable.”

Sylus doesn’t say anything, but huffs at you, and eventually releases you. He lifts his arm and eases onto his back, giving you space to move away.

“Tch. Don’t be long. This bed is too big.” He grumbles when you’re no longer touching and like he isn’t the one who had the thing custom built.

You laugh softly at him and stand, smoothing out your clothes, and you take your phone out of your pocket. You send a quick text, apologizing but not sharing a reason why you can't make it. Then you undress, set your things on the leather chaise in the shadowed room, and climb back onto the bed.

“Okay. I’m here, but you really should get some sleep.”

Sylus hums, low and content, as your skin starts touching his. Your hands glide across his bare chest. You settle half on top of him, half beside him, your legs tangling together. His arms are around you instantly, his hands stretching wide. He's always so warm.

A little moan slips and the want is building in you.

That’s all it takes for him to push his hips into you. You can feel that he’s so hard already, the heat of him radiates against your thigh. One of his hands follows across the curve of your ass, pulling you up, and the other grips at your waist, tilting you in place to straddle him.

“You know what will help me fall asleep?” His voice is almost impatient and he licks at the corner of your mouth. He rests his forehead on yours, his red gaze meeting your eyes in the dark.

The quick taste of him isn’t nearly enough. You lean in and kiss him properly for your answer. You know exactly what he's asking for.

Your lips move with his. Breath mixing. He starts to suck on your tongue and it changes everything in an instant. His urgency melts into yours, your thoughts clouded with the sensation of his body.

Sylus starts to slide himself in you and you let out a faint murmur, but it’s muffled by the way he keeps kissing you. He's getting greedier, hungrier with each quickening heartbeat.

He fills you slowly, completely. It edges on too much but then he starts rocking his hips beneath you. The motion sends you in a haze and you find yourself gripping at his shoulders, bracing against the force of him pumping into you.

It’s like you’re weightless in his hands. His fingers dig in your flesh with perfect pressure, holding you steady above him. Bucking and grinding himself into you, his pace matches your reactions, chasing the sounds you make, and the way you move around him.

He is insatiable. He slows down or slips his dick mostly out of you after you come. He needs you, all of you. And he needs you to come at least once before he does, ideally, more than once.

Time is out of touch for a while. Your nerves are lit up like fire and every part of your body tingles in electric satisfaction. His movements become erratic and you know he’s close. You let out a whimper for him.

“I want you to feel you come, Sylus.”

Almost instantly, he’s even more of a mess, panting and grunting. Those red eyes stare up at you, half-lidded and glazed over. Your name is on his lips when he buries himself in you and a rush of warmth floods your insides.

His hands soften after a moment, falling flat against you, moving across you, stroking your back gently. He blinks and his gaze is in focus again.

You both share a tired, wry smile.

He tilts his chin up and kisses your temple before pulling you down against his chest. One of his hands comes up to slide onto the back of your head and into your hair holding you against him.

“Mhm. Yes. Now, I can go to sleep.”

_

✶ tell me things.

[seyollianne]

𝑺𝑼𝑮𝑨𝑹 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑾𝑬𝑬𝑻

Yandere!Neighbor!Phainon x Female Reader

WARNINGS : This story contains heavy yandere and psychological horror themes, including non-consensual drugging, forced captivity, obsessive behavior, sexual content with non-consensual touching, and dubcon elements. Mentioned of babytrapping, emotional manipulation, and intense physical possessiveness. It features dark, explicit scenes that may be disturbing or triggering to some readers. There is an overarching tone of dread, power imbalance, and twisted affection. Please proceed with caution, and note that this work is strictly for readers aged 18 and above. This fanfic is sick I warned you.

READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

✦ SYNOPSIS : When the new neighbor moves in across the hall of your apartment, you never expect someone like Phainon — soft-spoken, unfailingly kind, and always showing up when you need him most. He’s the perfect man: helpful, attentive, and so easy to trust. But what lies behind that warm smile is something much darker. He’s not just watching. He’s waiting. And once he finally gets you alone, you realize too late that he never wanted to be your neighbor. He wanted to be your everything.

You thought you were just being friendly.

He thought you were already his.

WORD COUNT : 3724.

⸻

It started with the smell of rain and cedarwood.

You were coming home late that Tuesday — a downpour soaking through your hoodie, grocery bags digging into your fingers — when you first saw him. He was crouched in front of the apartment door directly across from yours, one box on the floor beside him, another in his arms as he fumbled with his keys. His hair was damp, dark strands clinging to his cheekbones, and he looked up the moment you stopped walking.

You expected a startled apology. Maybe the awkward glance of a new neighbor avoiding eye contact.

But instead, he smiled.

That smile shouldn’t have felt so warm.

“Ah, sorry—new here,” he said, standing up straight, his voice smooth and low, almost too practiced. “Didn’t mean to block your door.”

He stepped aside quickly, one hand pushing his hair back while the other balanced the box like it weighed nothing. His shirt clung to his chest from the rain, and something about the way he stood—perfect posture, open expression—made you feel like you were being greeted by an old friend, not a stranger.

“I’m Phainon,” he added, tilting his head, blue eyes catching the hallway light. “Just moved in. If you need anything… I’m literally across the hall.”

You gave him a polite nod. Smiled, maybe. And for a moment, it didn’t feel strange. He seemed nice. Gentle. Helpful.

You didn’t know then that he already knew your name.

⸻

It escalated slowly—beautifully, like a trap wrapped in velvet.

Every time you left for work, he’d be leaving at the same time. Every time you came back, he’d step into the hallway a minute later, pretending it was a coincidence. He’d carry your packages when your hands were full. Ask about your day in a voice that never lost its softness. He even offered to fix your wobbly kitchen cabinet once, and though you politely declined, the next morning it was perfectly level.

You never told him where you worked. But somehow, he knew when your shifts changed.

He knew when you bought a new shampoo — the exact scent, because he complimented it before anyone else ever got the chance. He mentioned seeing you wear a certain shirt more often, one that you only ever wore inside your apartment, on your laziest days. You didn’t remember ever seeing him look in your windows. But he must have.

Then one day, in the shared laundry room, you found your clothes already pulled from the dryer.

Your panties were folded at the top of the basket. On the fabric was a small, sticky note written in neat handwriting:

“These would look better on my floor. – P”

Your hands went cold. You didn’t tell anyone. You threw the note away. Told yourself maybe it was someone else. A cruel joke. You didn’t want to believe it was him.

But when you stepped into the hallway that night and he greeted you with that same warm smile, his golden eyes lingered a little too long on your legs.

⸻

You should’ve stopped talking to him.

You should’ve trusted your instincts.

But predators don’t rush. They wait. They charm. They watch.

And when he knocked on your door two days later with a plate of warm, soft-baked cookies and that familiar voice full of gentle laughter, you found yourself letting him in.

“Just a little thank-you,” he said. “And maybe… a chat? We’ve lived across from each other for weeks now. Don’t you think it’s time we got to know each other?”

You hesitated.

Then you nodded.

And that was the first time you stepped into his apartment.

⸻

His living space was immaculate.

Too clean. Too organized. Not a speck of dust. Every object looked curated—placed not for comfort, but for presentation. The dark furniture was modern and cold. The lighting dim and golden. His bookshelves were lined with psychology texts, leather-bound novels, poetry collections that hadn’t been touched. The entire place smelled faintly of cinnamon and vetiver — sweet, smoky, familiar.

“You like tea, right?” he asked, already pouring from a black kettle into two ceramic cups. “I made jasmine. It’s calming. I figured it might help after a long day.”

You sat on the couch, feeling the air press just a little too tightly against your skin. You hadn’t told him it had been a long day. But he said it like he knew. Like he always did.

“You’ve been looking tired lately,” he added casually, setting the teacup in front of you. “Just thought I’d help you relax.”

You didn’t remember ever saying you were tired. You didn’t recall ever looking it. Still, you gave a faint smile. Lifted the teacup.

You barely took two sips.

The flavor was sweet—floral, with something metallic beneath. A bitter note at the back of your tongue. You set the cup down quickly. Something didn’t feel right.

Your lips tingled.

So did your fingertips.

And then the room began to tilt.

⸻

Your body dropped sideways on the couch before your mind could even process what was happening. Your limbs were heavy. Your muscles limp. Vision swam, doubled, blurred.

He caught you before you collapsed completely.

You couldn’t speak. Couldn’t scream.

But you felt everything.

⸻

When your eyes opened again, you were no longer on the couch.

You were in a bed.

His bed.

The room smelled like him — that rich, spicy scent you used to find comforting in the hallway now clung to the sheets, to your skin, to the air in your lungs. The pillows were soft beneath your head. Your clothes were still on, but your shirt had been lifted — bunched around your chest.

And hovering above you, knees planted on either side of your thighs, was Phainon.

Smiling.

Stroking your body with both hands like he was worshipping a relic he’d spent years waiting to touch.

“There you are,” he whispered, brushing your hair back from your face. “I was beginning to think the dosage was too strong. But you’re awake now. That’s good. I want you to feel this.”

You tried to move. Your body didn’t listen.

His palms smoothed over your ribs, sliding under your shirt, fingers splayed across your skin with greedy slowness.

“Your skin is even softer than I imagined,” he said. “Do you know how hard it was to wait this long? Every time you walked past me. Every time you smiled like I wasn’t starving for you.”

His hands slid higher, cupping your breasts. He moaned softly at the feel, his thumbs grazing your nipples through the fabric, watching your face twitch in protest as you lay paralyzed beneath him.

“I know this looks bad,” he whispered. “But you’ll understand soon. You’ll feel it too. The way I feel. You just needed help getting there.”

His hips lowered, pressing against yours. You felt the hardness in his pants grind slowly between your legs.

“I used to imagine this every night,” he breathed. “How your body would feel under mine. How you’d sound when you begged me to keep going. But I don’t need to imagine anymore.”

He kissed your jaw, then your cheek, then lower, pressing his mouth to your throat and dragging his tongue slowly across your pulse. One of his hands dipped down between your thighs, gripping, kneading, squeezing like he was shaping you into something for him alone.

“You fit so perfectly in my hands,” he murmured. “Like you were made for me. No one else gets to touch you. No one else gets to see you like this.”

You whimpered—a weak, helpless sound. He smiled.

“There it is,” he whispered. “That little sound. So scared. So pretty.”

He ground himself against you harder, his breath hot and uneven, whispering filth against your skin as he rutted into your hip like an animal marking territory.

You tried to scream.

He shoved two fingers into your mouth, moaning low when your tongue twitched against them.

“Shhh. Just let me. Just once. I’ve waited so long.”

⸻

You didn’t know how long it went on.

You didn’t know when he stopped.

You only knew that when the drug finally began to fade, you were lying in his bed, clothes disheveled, your skin sticky with sweat and saliva and his scent.

You turn your head on your right, and he is lying beside you, brushing your cheek with the back of his hand, humming a lullaby you didn’t recognize.

“You don’t have to go back,” he whispered. “That little apartment? It’s empty now. This is your home. I’ll take care of you. You’ll never be lonely again.”

And then, he stood up, wearing his clothes, but before he left the room, he kissed your forehead and pulled the blanket up to your chin like a lover tucking you in for the night.

“I’ll make your favorite in the morning,” he added cheerfully. “Tea and honey toast, right? I remember everything about you.”

⸻

And even after he turned the lights off and closed the door behind him…

You could still feel his hands.

All over you.

Like they never left.

⸻

The days after he drugged you were quiet.

Too quiet.

He didn’t touch you again—not like that. Not immediately. Instead, he became gentler. He made you breakfast every morning. He drew your bath, even helped wash your hair with hands that trembled under the weight of restraint. He kissed your forehead when you shook. He murmured apologies when you flinched.

“I know it was too soon,” he whispered one night, pressing his cheek to your shoulder as you sat frozen on the edge of the bed. “But it had to happen. I couldn’t wait anymore. You were slipping away from me.”

You weren’t allowed outside. Not without him. The front door was locked with a chain you couldn’t reach. Your phone was long gone, replaced by a silent house filled with his humming and gentle footsteps, his shadow always lingering just outside the frame of your vision.

But worst of all?

You didn’t bleed.

⸻

At first, you thought the stress had broken your cycle. Your body was exhausted. Traumatized. Of course it would respond strangely. But the weeks passed. Your stomach grew tender. You dry-heaved in the mornings. Your body betrayed you more with every hour.

And the moment you found the test in the bathroom cabinet—new, unopened, resting on top of a neatly folded towel—you understood.

He’d planned this.

He wanted this.

And the test was positive.

⸻

The floor fell out from beneath you. You screamed into the mirror, silent, voiceless, a twisted wail lodged behind your teeth that couldn’t leave. You slammed your fists against the counter until your knuckles bled, until the test clattered to the floor.

And when you turned—

Phainon was in the doorway.

He didn’t look surprised.

He didn’t even blink.

He walked to you slowly, carefully, as if approaching a frightened animal. Then he sank to his knees in front of you, hands resting against your hips, eyes locked on your trembling stomach like it was sacred.

“I knew it,” he whispered. “I felt it the night I touched you. Like your body opened just for me.”

You stepped back.

He followed, arms wrapping around your waist, face pressed to your abdomen.

“I did this. I gave us something permanent.”

You shoved him. Screamed this time. Loud. Ragged. But the walls didn’t answer. The neighbors didn’t knock. Either they were gone, or they were warned, or he made sure you were too far out of reach.

“I will tear it out of me,” you hissed.

And something in him changed. Just for a second. The smile faltered. His fingers tensed against your waist. Then—without saying a word—he picked you up.

⸻

You kicked. Bit. Screamed until your voice cracked. But he carried you like you were fragile glass — back to the bedroom, laying you down on the mattress with terrifying calm. And as he crawled on top of you, straddling your hips, his eyes went distant.

“You say things you don’t mean when you’re scared,” he said softly, brushing your hair back. “But I forgive you.”

He leaned closer, lips brushing your temple.

“Your body knows what it needs. It knows I’m the one who filled it. It made space for me.”

His hands slipped beneath your shirt.

Warm.

Slow.

Dangerous.

“And now,” he breathed, “it’s not just about you anymore. You belong to us.”

⸻

You waited until nightfall.

Until his breathing turned slow beside you in bed. Until his grip loosened just enough. And then you moved.

No shoes.

No noise.

You slipped from his arms and out the bedroom, heart pounding so loudly you swore it would wake him. The hallway creaked beneath your feet. The kitchen glowed faintly with moonlight. And there—near the back door, beneath a cabinet—you found it.

The spare key.

He always locked the door with a chain from inside. But now, finally, he’d forgotten.

Or maybe he trusted you too much.

You slipped the chain free.

Turned the lock.

Opened the door—

And froze.

A baby monitor.

Right there on the counter.

A tiny speaker, still warm, still lit.

And through it, his voice came—quiet, calm, steady.

“That’s not the way out, love.”

You spun around.

But he wasn’t behind you.

He was already at the front door.

Smiling.

Clothed.

Awake.

“Did you really think I’d let you leave with our child growing inside you?” he asked softly. “You’re trembling. Let me hold you before you fall.”

You backed into the kitchen, hands fumbling for something—anything sharp.

He walked closer.

“You always were brave,” he said. “But that bravery got you here. And I won’t let it take you away.”

You grabbed the knife.

He grabbed your wrist.

It fell to the floor before it could reach his chest.

⸻

He shoved you back against the counter, body pinning yours, his breath hot and furious against your cheek.

“Do you even understand what you’ve done?” he growled. “You were going to abandon us.”

His hand seized your chin, forcing your gaze to his.

“What kind of mother runs away from her child?”

You sobbed, twisting in his grip. But he didn’t let go.

“No, no more of this,” he hissed. “You want to act like a stranger? Then I’ll remind you what you are.”

His hand slid down, cupping your belly, then lower—his fingers groping you through your thin shorts with a cruel, deliberate pressure.

“This is mine,” he spat. “It always has been.”

He lifted you onto the counter in one fluid motion, pressing his hips between your legs as he tore your shirt up over your head, his mouth crashing against your neck in wet, messy kisses that felt more like feeding than affection.

“I’ll remind your body who it belongs to,” he snarled, hand slipping beneath your waistband.

You cried out, nails raking down his arms, but he moaned at the pain—like your struggle only turned him on more.

“I love when you fight,” he whispered against your collarbone. “It means you still have fire in you. And I want to break every last spark.”

His fingers slipped inside you, forceful, curling with sick precision. You arched, helpless, legs trembling on either side of his hips.

“Do you feel that?” he breathed, grinding against your thigh. “Even now, your body opens for me. It remembers. It wants.”

You screamed.

He kissed your mouth.

⸻

When he finished, he carried you back to bed like nothing happened—blankets tucked around you, blood on his hands, eyes glowing with twisted devotion.

“You’re safe now,” he whispered against your ear. “Safe and warm. I’ll never let you leave again.”

He kissed your belly one last time before crawling in beside you, arms wrapping tightly around your waist, breath steady against your neck.

“Sleep, flame,” he murmured. “Our baby needs you strong.”

And as your tears soaked the pillow, you realized the truth:

You would never leave.

Not alive.

Not with your body still carrying what he put inside.

⸻

You didn’t remember falling asleep, but you remembered waking up.

The stillness in the bedroom was unnatural, as if the air itself was holding its breath. The sheets beside you were cold, already void of his warmth. For the first time in what felt like months, Phainon was gone. Not in the bed. Not in the bathroom. Not humming softly in the kitchen. There was no sound, no presence. Only you. And that terrifying silence.

Your eyes darted to the bedroom door. It stood ajar, just slightly, just enough to feel wrong. You hesitated, listening for footsteps, for breathing, for the creak of the hallway floorboards that always gave him away — but there was nothing.

You slipped out of bed. No shoes. No plan. Just the kind of instinct that roared behind your ribcage like an alarm. And then you saw it — a scrap of paper resting neatly on the kitchen counter.

“Went to get your vitamins. Be good. – P.”

He never left.

Never.

Not once since the day he locked you inside this nightmare.

But now, for the first time, he was gone — and he left the door locked with only the latch, not the chain. It was carelessness. Or maybe overconfidence. Or maybe, finally, fate was on your side.

You didn’t hesitate.

Your hand trembled as you unlatched the chain and cracked the door open. Sunlight poured in like a blessing, blinding at first. You stepped outside, barefoot, nearly sobbing at the feeling of air that wasn’t filtered through him. Your legs were weak. Your body heavy. But you ran anyway.

You didn’t even make it to the stairs before you collapsed.

⸻

The hospital was white. Too white. Even the lights felt sterile against your skin, your swollen belly now weeks from giving birth. Nurses moved like ghosts. Questions came too fast. You told them everything — or at least, everything you could remember. About the tea. About the locks. About the first night he touched you. About waking up with his hands on your stomach, whispering lullabies to something that hadn’t even been born yet.

They called it trauma. They said you were safe now.

They didn’t understand.

They hadn’t looked into his eyes when he touched you and whispered, “You’re my home now.”

⸻

You gave birth to a girl in the spring.

You didn’t want to hold her at first. She cried when they placed her against your chest, red-faced and wailing, fists clenched like a curse. But then her cries quieted. Her tiny face turned toward yours. And you saw it — that familiar shade of her eyes.

Blue.

Bottomless.

Exactly like his.

You couldn’t breathe.

⸻

They gave you a new apartment. New address. New number. You chose a quiet neighborhood where no one knew your name. You started over with a child clinging to your hip and nightmares pressing against the back of your skull. You barely spoke. You watched every window. Every hallway. Every man who stood too long near a playground.

Phainon had disappeared without a trace. The police believed he had skipped town or died. That he was a ghost in the wind.

But you knew better.

Monsters like him didn’t vanish.

They waited.

⸻

Your daughter turned three on a gray, humid day in July.

She giggled in the hallway that evening, chasing shadows that didn’t seem to have a source. You brushed it off at first. Kids had imaginations. She spoke to her stuffed animals, lined her dolls along the windowsill and whispered secrets in their stitched ears.

But then, one night, you heard her laughing — softly, sweetly — in the dark.

You rose from bed, half-asleep, trudging to her door with a protective instinct you hadn’t felt in months. But when you opened it, she was sitting up in bed, facing the window.

And she wasn’t alone.

The room was empty, yet the air felt thick with presence.

You swallowed.

“What are you doing, baby?”

She looked over her shoulder at you with a smile too wide for her small face.

“Daddy says you shouldn’t be scared.”

You froze.

Her voice was innocent. Soft. But it cut through your spine like ice.

“…What?”

She blinked.

“He talks to me when you’re sleeping. He said he missed us.”

You rushed to her, pulled her into your arms. Her body was warm. Real. But the chill in the room didn’t leave. You checked the windows — still locked. The closet — empty. You held her all night, too terrified to let go.

⸻

The next morning, you found it.

The necklace.

Not yours. His.

Black cord. Carved obsidian charm. You’d seen him wear it every day, from the moment he first moved in across the hall. You destroyed it months ago — threw it into the disposal, watched it break apart in sparks and metal. But now it was back.

Nestled in your daughter’s sock drawer.

Resting. Waiting.

You screamed until your throat broke.

⸻

You moved again.

A different state. A new name. Again.

You dyed your hair. You changed everything.

And for a while, you felt normal. You smiled again. You took your daughter to the park. You started to believe he was gone — a nightmare that couldn’t cross the border of memory.

Until one night, the baby monitor crackled.

You hadn’t used it in years.

The green light blinked.

Then a voice emerged. Low. Familiar. Close.

“Did you miss me?”

You ran to her room — she was asleep in bed, peaceful, untouched. The window was locked. The closet empty.

But on the wall above her crib, drawn in red crayon, were three words:

“Our flame lives.”

⸻

Now, at night, you lock every door.

You board the windows.

You don’t sleep much.

Your daughter hums sometimes. Quiet little songs you don’t remember teaching her. She stares at nothing when she thinks you’re not watching.

And sometimes, just before dawn, when the house is quiet and you think you’re alone, you feel it.

Warm breath on your neck.

The faint weight of a kiss behind your ear.

And the whisper that keeps you awake long after sunrise:

“You were mine the moment I touched you… and you’ll be mine again.”

THE END

[alpaca-clouds]

Reading through a lot of Superman posts here, and I realize that a lot of people here (especially younger folks) do not know the story of how James Gunn got to be the head of DC-movies. Because... Yeah, I saw people calling him apolitical. And the entire thing is, that... he is anything but.

But also this story is wonderul and I love it, because it shows that sometimes Karma really works.

So, you know probably that James Gunn did the Guardians of the Galaxy movies, right? And like many directors that Marvel Studios hired at the time he was not quite a big director at the time. He had done a couple of bigger projects compared to folks like Taika Waititi or Ryan Coogler, given that Gunn was a writer for Dawn of the Dead and the Scooby Doo live action movies, but he had not directed anything outside of Indie stuff. But at the time the MCU was hiring a lot of indie darlings.

Now, the other thing you need to know: James Gunn is one of the rare instances of a white cis guy, who starts out very edgy and often misogynist, and queerphobic, and then realizes this before there is a scandal, rethinks his ways and publically apologizes. Like, early on he was pretty shitty. But he basically had his change of heart around 2012 and ever since had been pretty progressive in his politics.

So, he did the first two Guardians movies, and the people working with him (actors, staffers and so on) loved working with him. Said he was a good director. BUT also Gunn was one of those people who online would not shut up about his political opinions. Which very much included calling out Donald Trump and other rightwing pundits on their BS.

Which lead to some folks losely connected to the GamerGate movement - and big, big Snyder-verse DC fans - planning an attack. Mind you, them being Snyder fans is kinda ironic because Snyder and Gunn are good friends.

But yeah, they were among the kind of people who loved Trump and Snyder's dark and egdy Superman and for them James Gunn with his lighthearted, positive Superhero takes, his criticism of toxic men, and his criticism especially of Trump and his cronies was everything wrong with Hollywood and modern superhero media.

So, just as ComicCon 2018 was getting started they posted stuff online. Mostly a collection of screenshots from tweet Gunn had made before 2012. Aka, before he realized that toxic masculinity was shitty. These tweet (which he had not delected) included rape jokes, including CSA jokes, and jokes about the Holocaust. Again, all things he had apologized for repeatedly and unpromptedly back in 2012 and 2013.

But because it was SDCC, everyone was talking about it now, and media was all over it, the heads at Disney got cold feet and fired him before the con was over.

Which lead to outrage... from the left. Because most more progressive movie fans knew that Gunn had long apologized for this stuff. And the main actors who had worked with him on GotG 1 and 2 basically said: "We will not do GotG 3 without Gunn, even if it means we have to pay millions to Disney, for breaking our contracts." (Judgement is out on whether or not they would have done it, but they definitely threatened it.)

But the board of Disney was a bunch of cowards so they did not say anything. For months.

And during those months the folks at Warner were looking at it and came to Gunn: "Say, if you could just take any DC property and make a comic book movie out of it. What would it be?" And Gunn went: "I would make a good Suicide Squad movie." And Warner was: "Okay, here you go."

Which lead to Gunn making The Suicide Squad. Which was one of the better performing and especially better rated DCU movies.

By the time the movie got released Disney had seen the errors of their ways and rehired Gunn for GotG 3.

Which then got shot. But while it was in production Warner was realizing that right now their DC stuff was not working and struggled to find an audience. So they decided they needed someone to actually properly lead the project. Ideally someone who loved comics, and who people liked working with...

Which led them to decide on Gunn (together with another guy, who also is a director).

So then... Gunn got to make all the DC movies he wanted. Including those that were full of his political opinions. That by now are very much focused on toxic masculinity and how it harms people, on the issues of marginalized groups, and so on.

To sum it up: Some right wing nutjobs tried to get Gunn removed from GotG 3, partially because they wanted all comic book movies to be dark, gritty, and toxically masculine. And it ended with Gunn getting the control over the DC movies, putting his politics, that those right wing nuts hated, into those as well.

Karma is a bitch and I love her. :D

Also, you know what? I do not like Snyder's movies. But by now i have been convinced that despite the way his movies look, he is actually not a rigth wing nut-job. And actually, I kinda would like to see a movie written by someone more Gunn-aligned but directed by Snyder. Again, those two are good friends. So I could totally see that work.

[formulafanfics13]

oooooo I love your Driver Reactions fics. Especially the crush one. I am M E L T I N G🫠🫠🫠

Any chance you could do one when you get back where they react to reader avoiding them because she has a crush on THEM? I don't know if that sentence made sense. Anyway, thanks for feeding us 😛 ❤️

You Avoiding Them

lando norris He notices IMMEDIATELY. You used to laugh at everything he said. You used to wave at him across the paddock. Now you barely make eye contact. He dies a little inside. Starts overcompensating HARD. Loud jokes. Stupid comments. Laughing too loud in your direction. “Guess she hates me now,” he says to Oscar, but then spends three hours trying to find out what he did wrong. Eventually corners you in a hallway and blurts, “Did I fuck up or are you just allergic to me now?” You stammer something incoherent and he just STARES. “Oh,” he whispers. “You like me.” Then grins like a fucking child. “Say it. Come on. SAY IT.”

oscar piastri Thinks he imagined it at first. You’re quieter. Less present. More... gone. Watches you flinch when he walks into a room and starts spiralling internally. “I must’ve done something. Did I say something weird? Did I walk weird? Oh my god, was it the cheese conversation?” Does not know how to ask without sounding insane. Eventually just goes, “Hey… have I done something wrong?” You: “No.” Him: “Because you’re acting like I give you hives and I swear I don’t—unless they’re like good hives?” You freeze. He freezes. You: “I like you.” Him: “Wait. What.” Cue the slowest, most adorable red-faced “oh my god” moment ever.

charles leclerc Heartbroken. Fully confused. Whispers, “Pourquoi…?” to himself at night. Starts replaying every interaction in his head like a dramatic indie film. Goes quiet around you. Wears sad sunglasses. Writes poetry in Notes app titled Invisible To Her. Eventually breaks and corners you behind the motorhome. “Why are you avoiding me?” You: “Because I like you.” Him: stunned silence. Then: “So you run away?” You: “Yes?” Him: laughing, panicking, blushing “That is the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.” Then cups your face and goes, “Don’t ever hide from me again.”

lewis hamilton Knows immediately. He’s perceptive. Your vibe changes. Your energy shifts. You won’t meet his eyes. You dodge every one-on-one interaction. You disappear the second he shows up. He’s confused, then curious, then cocky. “She's hiding from me,” he says to Roscoe. “That usually means something.” Eventually catches you in a quiet hallway and softly goes, “What are you afraid of?” You: “Nothing.” Him: “Liar.” Takes one step closer. Your breath stutters. His smirk widens. “You’ve got a crush on me.” You: “No I don’t.” Him: “You do. And you’re terrible at hiding it. Come here.”

max verstappen Thinks you’re mad at him. Spirals hard. Asks around. “Did I say something weird? Did I offend her?” Stalks your socials. Realises you’re still liking his posts. Gets more confused. Eventually corners you in a garage and goes, “If you hate me just say it to my face.” You: “I don’t hate you.” Max: “Then why the fuck do you run away every time I look at you?” You: whispers “Because I like you.” He stares. Blinks. Takes a step back like you slapped him. “Oh.” Goes quiet. Then: “Okay. Cool. You scared the shit out of me. Wanna go for a drive?”

yuki tsunoda Angry. “You’re ghosting me? What the fuck?” Storms into a room like an angry raccoon in Dior. Follows you around the paddock going, “You ignoring me? Seriously? After all the ramen we shared?” You: “I’m not-” Him: “You are! You won’t even look at me!” Eventually corners you and says, “I didn’t do anything, so if you’re mad, you better explain it.” You go silent. He stares. “You like me, don’t you?” You nod. He stares. “Holy shit.” Runs away screaming. Comes back five minutes later with flowers from the team hospitality.

carlos sainz His ego shatters. “Why doesn’t she look at me anymore?” Asks everyone. Multiple times. Genuinely goes to bed upset. Wears cologne more often. Gets his hair done. Starts saying random Italian phrases louder when you’re near. Finally stops you outside your trailer and goes, “I don’t know what I did, but if I hurt you, tell me.” You: “You didn’t. I just… like you.” Carlos, stunned: “That’s it? That’s why you’ve been ignoring me? Dios mío.” You: “I didn’t know how to act.” Him: “Just act normal. Like you love me. That’s what I’m doing.”

alex albon Spirals in silence. “Do I smell? Is it the hair? Did I say something too weird?” Oscar: “She likes you, idiot.” Alex: “She what now?” Starts watching you more. Realises you do flinch when he’s near. You do avoid eye contact. Internal screaming. Finally walks up and blurts, “I make you nervous, don’t I?” You: “What?” Him: “Because you like me.” You: “No I don’t.” Him: “Then why are you sweating right now?” You: “Because you’re standing very close.” Him: “Exactly.”

george russell Defo logs it like a spreadsheet error. He's all like, “Something’s different in the data.” Starts analysing your body language like telemetry. Takes it personally. Thinks you’re over him. Eventually corners you at an event and says, “Did I lose your respect?” You: “No.” Him: “Then why are you avoiding me?” You: “Because I like you, and I’m trying to not embarrass myself.” George: visibly crashes inside. “You could’ve just said that. I’ve been planning our wedding in my head for two months.”

kimi antonelli Says nothing. Watches you avoid him. Watches you panic when he walks into a room. Watches you run away. Doesn’t ask. Doesn’t text. Doesn’t force it. Just waits. Quiet. Observing. Then one day, you sit alone at lunch. He sits beside you and slides a coffee over. You: “What’s this?” Him: “You’ve been hiding from me.” You: silent Him: “So I brought you a peace offering. And I’m not leaving until you tell me why you’re scared of looking at me.” You: barely whisper “Because I like you.” He smiles, just barely. “Good. Then stop running.”

lance stroll Confused. Like literally Confused.Com... “Is she mad?” Tries to smile at you. Gets nothing. Tries to wave. You walk past. Tells Fernando, “She definitely hates me now.” Eventually gets tired of guessing and just walks straight up to you. “You’re ignoring me. That’s fine. I just want to know why.” You: “I don’t mean to—” Him: “You do.” You: sigh “I like you.” Lance: blinking “So... you’re running away from me because you like me?” You: “Yes.” Him: “Okay. Cool. I’ll chase you then.”

fernando alonso Knows exactly what you’re doing. You stop meeting his eyes. Start walking out of rooms. Laugh less. He clocks it immediately. “Ah,” he says to himself. “She’s falling.” Doesn’t confront you. Just starts turning up the heat. Touches your lower back when he passes. Says your name slower. Stares a second too long. Eventually pins you with a smirk and says, “I scare you, don’t I?” You: “No.” Him: “You do everything to avoid me. That means you want me.” You open your mouth. He raises a brow. “Don’t bother denying it. Just come here.”

liam lawson Cries. Not literally, but inside. Feels like his world collapsed because you suddenly stopped laughing at his jokes. Asks Yuki for advice. Yuki tells him to grow some balls. Tries to act normal. Fails. Eventually blurts out, “Did I make you hate me?” You: “No!” Him: “Then why do you look like you’re in pain every time I walk in?” You: sigh “Because I like you and it’s embarrassing.” Liam: frozen Liam: blushing Liam: “Holy fuck. You’re embarrassing? I cried after your Instagram story last week.”

isack hadjar Watches you act different. Smiles a little. Knows what it is. Pretends he doesn’t. Then finally traps you in conversation and goes, “So what’s the deal? Too shy to say hi now?” You shrug. He steps closer. “You used to laugh when I made eye contact. Now you leave the room.” You: “I like you, okay?” Isack: “I know.” You: “What?” Him: “I knew. I just wanted to hear you say it.”

ollie bearman Hurts his feelings. He waves. You look away. He says hi. You ignore it. He goes home and stares at the ceiling wondering why you hate him.🥺 Texts you: “did I do something???” You don’t answer. He spirals. Eventually corners you and says, “If you hate me, just say it to my face.” You whisper, “I like you.” He short-circuits. “You WHAT?” You repeat it. He turns red. Then grins so big it hurts. “Okay. Cool. Same. Also… you owe me three weeks of hugs for that emotional damage.”

esteban ocon So dramatic about it. You stop making eye contact? He writes a fucking novel in his head. “She hates me. She must hate me. Was I annoying? Am I annoying? Have I always been annoying?” Starts dressing better. Gets new sunglasses. Compliments your outfit just loud enough that you hear. Eventually corners you with a weirdly serious look and goes, “We used to talk. Did I lose you?” You: “No.” Him: “Then why do you avoid me?” You: quietly “Because I like you.” He just… stares. Then full body sighs. “Okay. Great. Good. I’ll go cry now. But like, in a happy way.”

pierre gasly Absolutely feral over it. Probably cries to Charles. You used to flirt back. Now you dodge him. “You’re ghosting me? ME?” Texting your name in all caps. Showing up to conversations you’re in just to get ignored in person. Loudly flirts with other people to see if you react. You don’t. He sulks. Eventually corners you like, “You avoiding me because you don’t like me anymore?” You: “I’m avoiding you because I do like you and I don’t know what to do about it.” Him: pause Him: “So you’re insane. Okay. I can work with that.” Proceeds to flirt so hard the entire room clears out.

franco colapinto Panics. Fully, completely spirals. “You’re mad at me. You have to be mad at me. Did I breathe wrong? Did I blink too fast?” Runs simulations in his head like it’s the final lap of Monaco. Eventually corners you outside and just blurts, “You hate me now?” You: “No! I’m just nervous.” Franco: “Of me?” You: “Because I like you, idiot.” Franco: physically collapses against a wall “Don’t say stuff like that. I’m too emotionally fragile for this.” Immediately takes you out for pizza and stares at you like you’re the moon.

nico hülkenberg So calm it’s terrifying. You stop talking to him. He notices instantly. Says nothing. But watches. Closely. Every flinch, every sidestep, every blush, he clocks it like data. Then one day, with zero warning, he corners you in a hallway and goes, “You’ve been avoiding me. That means you either hate me, or want me. Which is it?” You freeze. He leans in, eyes dark. “Come on. Say it.” You: “I like you.” Nico: “There it is.” Then walks away. Like a fucking menace. (He’ll kiss you the next day like nothing happened.)

gabriel bortoleto “Bro. She’s literally ignoring me.” Whining to anyone who’ll listen. “She laughed at my joke last week. Laughed. Now I say hi and she vanishes like a fucking magician.” Spends way too much time rehearsing what to say. Ends up doing nothing. Eventually blurts it out mid-convo: “Did I upset you? Are you mad? Is this a Sagittarius thing? I don’t know your chart.” You blink. “I like you, dumbass.” He short-circuits. Full brain reboot. “Oh. Okay. That’s cool. That’s good. I’m chill. I’m totally chill.” He is not chill. He’s sweating through his shirt.

Others

toto wolff He notices. Instantly. You avoid him at one sponsor event. He says nothing. Then it happens again. And again. By the fourth time, he corners you like you just cost Mercedes a championship. “I’m not stupid,” he says, voice low and tight. “I know when someone’s avoiding me.” You: “I just-” Toto: “What? You just what? Don’t like looking at me anymore?” You crack. “I like you, okay?” He pauses. Slowly nods. “Right.” Then steps way too close and says, “Next time, just say hello. I don’t bite... unless you want me to.”

james vowles This man spirals like it’s a race weekend gone to hell. You used to be friendly. Now you physically walk in the opposite direction. He stares after you like you’ve stabbed him. Texts you: “Did I do something wrong?” Deletes it. Sends a professional email instead. Finally corners you in the hospitality lounge and asks, “Did I offend you somehow?” You stutter. Avoid his eyes. He sighs, already looking crushed. “Alright. I’ll give you space-” You: “I like you.” James.exe has crashed. “Oh,” he says, blinking. “Well. That’s... an acceptable reason. Want to get coffee and pretend we’re normal?”

paul aron Panics. Loudly. Dramatically. Pathetically. Probs crying. Tells like three different people, “She’s avoiding me. She fucking hates me. I’ve ruined everything. I’m never making eye contact with another woman again.” Overthinks every past interaction. Eventually finds you in the paddock and blurts, “If you hate me just say it. I won’t cry. I mean I will, but not in public.” You: “I like you.” Him: pauses “Wait, what?” You: “That’s why I avoid you.” Paul: “THAT’S WORSE. THAT’S SO MUCH WORSE.” You: “Why?” Him: “Because now I’m in love.”

arthur leclerc Heartbroken. “You didn’t even say hi to me today,” he mutters to himself like he’s in a French art film. Like fully sat in the passanger seat as Charles drives, and he's looking out the windor, one hand against the grass  as it rains outside - like he's in a movie or something. Watches you walk past him. Again. Without looking. Whispers, “Je suis fini.” Texts Charles for advice. Charles is useless. Eventually corners you outside a trailer and asks, “Did I do something wrong?” You: “No.” Him: “Then why do you run away?” You: “Because I like you.” He gasps. Audibly. “Mon dieu.” Then covers his face and says, “I need to sit down.” You laugh. He looks at you, fully wrecked, and says, “Don’t laugh. I’m already writing our wedding vows in my head.”

pato o’ward Loses his mind. “You’re ignoring me now? ME? You used to flirt back. What happened?” Whines about it for days. Asks literally everyone. “Did she get bored of me? Am I not hot anymore? Did I say something weird?” Eventually traps you by the bar and goes, “Okay, full offence, why the fuck are you pretending I don’t exist?” You: “Because I like you and I didn’t know how to deal with it.” He stares. Then laughs so hard he drops his drink. “You LIKE me?” “Like for real?” Spins in a full circle. Then looks you dead in the eye and says, “You’re fucked. Because now I’m not letting you escape.”

sebastian vettel Feels it. Quietly. You stop laughing at his jokes. Stop walking beside him. Stop showing up early like you used to. He notices. Says nothing. Until one day he finds you in a quiet corridor and goes, “You don’t talk to me anymore.” You: “I got busy.” Him: “You got careful.” You look away. He smiles. “You like me, don’t you?” You go still. He nods. “I’m right.” Then soft, vulnerable, painfully sincere: “You don’t have to hide it. Not from me.” And you melt. Right there in the hallway.

kimi räikkönen Says nothing for days. Just watches. You used to linger when he walked into a room. Now you leave. He notices. Doesn’t speak. Just drinks his vodka and stares. Then one day, out of nowhere, he walks up and says, “You stop looking at me. Why?” You: “No reason.” Kimi: “That’s a lie.” You: “Because I like you.” He stares. Nods. “Okay.” Then turns around and walks away. Next morning, he leaves a coffee on your desk and a note that says, “You can look at me again now.”

jack doohan FREAKS. “You don’t talk to me anymore,” he texts. Then deletes it. Then texts again: “Did I do something weird? I mean besides existing? Or Shaving my head?” Fully spirals. Begs Lance for advice. Pierre tells him to grow up. Eventually explodes. “You don’t laugh at my jokes anymore. You avoid me. You barely look at me. What the fuck did I do?” You: “I like you.” Jack: screaming internally “Why didn’t you just say that???” You: “Because I panicked!” Jack: “Okay well now I’m panicking but in like… a good way. A hot way.”

david coulthard Smirks. Watches you avoid him with lowkey amusement. “Oh, she’s shy now?” Starts finding excuses to corner you. Asks you to hand him things. To join meetings. To pass him napkins he absolutely does not need. Eventually traps you alone and says, “You used to look me in the eye. Now you don’t. I wonder why.” You: “Because I like you.” Him: “Well, fuck me gently with a stopwatch.” Then smiles, steps closer, and murmurs, “So now that we’ve cleared that up… are you gonna keep running, or do I finally get to kiss you?”

jenson button Genuinely confused at first. You used to tease him. Now you won’t even say hello. “Did I say something dumb? I mean, I probably did, but like… specifically what was it?” Overthinks it to death. Eventually blurts it out: “You’re ignoring me and I just want to know if I should be embarrassed or emotionally devastated.” You: “I like you.” Him: “That’s not an answer, that’s a confession.” You: “Yeah.” Him: grinning like the sun “Cool. Cool cool cool. Want to go make bad decisions together right now or wait five minutes?”

mick schumacher Breaks his whole heart over it. You used to light up around him. Now you barely glance in his direction. Goes home and stares at the ceiling like, “She hates me. I knew it. I always mess this up. I’m too soft. She wants someone cooler. Someone taller. Someone with an edge.” Texts you: “Everything okay?” Doesn’t send it. Writes it again. Still doesn’t send it. Eventually corners you by the coffee machine with big sad blue eyes. “Did I do something wrong?” You whisper, “No. I like you.” He BLUSHES. “Wait… you like me? You were avoiding me because of that?” Smiles so wide it hurts. “Don’t do that again. You scared the hell out of me.”

checo pérez Confused. You’re polite, distant, too formal. Won’t meet his eye. Won’t even joke with him anymore. Asks quietly, “Did I overstep something?” When you shake your head, he frowns deeper. Eventually walks up, stands beside you, and says, “You treat everyone the same, except me. Why?” You freeze. Checo stares at you, arms crossed, waiting. You mumble, “Because I like you.” He goes quiet. Then exhales softly and murmurs, “Thank god. I thought I’d scared you off.” Then touches your hand gently and says, “You can avoid everyone else. Just not me.”

christian horner Finds it entertaining. Raises an eyebrow when you avoid him in the hospitality suite. Smirks when you turn the other way during a meeting. Tells Max, “Someone’s got a little crush.” He rolls his eyes. “You’re imagining things.” He is not. Eventually corners you in the paddock and says, “Are you actively trying not to look at me, or is it just a really unfortunate optical pattern?” You stutter. He leans closer. “Ah,” he murmurs, “so it is about me.” You: “Yes.” Him: “Well then. We’re going to have to do something about that.”

logan sargeant Totally panics. “You okay?” You: “Yep.” Him: “Sure? Because you used to like… talk to me?” You: “Busy.” He spirals. Asks Alex, “Do I smell? Did I say something dumb?” Eventually walks up to you and nervously blurts, “Are you mad at me?” You: “No, Logan. I just have a crush on you and I don’t know how to act normal.” Him: “Oh.” Him: “Ohhhhhhh.” Him: “Okay. Um. Do you wanna like… not avoid me? Because I really like seeing your face. Even when you look like you want to kill me.”

nico rosberg Deeply insulted. Raises an eyebrow when you stop waving. Mutters to himself, “Well, that’s new.” Thinks you’re playing games. Thinks you’re being cold for fun. Until someone tells him, “She’s into you, idiot.” He short-circuits. Approaches you with that perfect media-trained charm and says, “I noticed you’ve been… distant. That’s not like you.” You mumble that it’s nothing. He lowers his voice and says, “You’re not very good at hiding it, you know.” You: “Hiding what?” Nico: “The way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.” Then he smiles. The kind of smile that ruins lives.

valtteri bottas Quiet confusion. Watches you avoid him and just… files it away. Sips his coffee. Furrows his brow. Stares into the distance thinking about it for the rest of the day. Eventually stops you outside the garage and gently asks, “Did I do something to upset you?” You: “No.” Him: “You’re avoiding me.” You: “I like you and I didn’t know how to deal with it.” Valtteri just blinks. “Oh. Okay.” Then, very softly: “Would it help if I said I like you too? I can make you a one of a kind calendar?” You almost fall over. He smiles. “That’s better. Let’s not avoid each other anymore.”

[allsteddie]

Married Steddie where their 6-year-old daughter has no idea her papa Eddie is famous.

They adopted Hailey when she was just a baby. Most of her earlier years were spent on the road with her daddy Steve and papa Eddie, as Corroded Coffin was still on tour and pretty active. She was too young to understand any of it, though.

When Hailey was around 4, the band agreed to go on hiatus for a while. Jeff was having problems with his wife, Gareth’s mother was going through a hard time after being diagnosed with breast cancer, and Hailey was about to start school and wouldn’t be able to follow her papa anymore. With all that in mind, everybody agreed it was best to take a break and focus on their own families for the moment. When things got better, they could get together again and work on their new project; there was no rush.

So Eddie went back to Indianapolis with Steve and Hailey and left the persona Eddie Munson behind for the time being. At first, Eddie thought it would be hard for him. He was so used to being on the road, that he thought he would feel restless at home, but he was so wrong. Because when you have a four-year-old at home, there’s no such thing as a boring day. And since their house had a studio, Eddie also spent a lot of time working on his own solo material, something he never had the opportunity to do when the band was still on tour.

He didn’t really have any plans in mind when he started this project. The only thing he knew was that he wanted it to be different from anything he had already done with Corroded Coffin; something more intimate and Hailey-friendly. He really wanted his daughter to see him perform, something not really possible when you’re the lead singer of a metal band and your kid is barely four and still easily overwhelmed by loud noises. He was gonna change that with his solo album.

Eddie spent the next two years trying to be the best papa he could for his little girl, and working on his solo project when he had time. By the time Hailey was six, Eddie was finally satisfied with how the songs turned out and the album was ready to be released.

It was a Saturday night when Eddie stepped on a stage again. And this time was different, this time his family was right there, watching him from one of the stadium boxes, as Eddie faced a crowd for the first time in almost three years. And although Eddie could not see them from the stage, knowing Steve and Hailey were there made the whole experience so much more special.

He played all twelve songs from the new album, plus acoustic versions of some of Corroded Coffins most popular songs. The crowd sang along with him the whole time and screamed whenever he interacted with them. It was nice getting to do what he loved after such a long pause, thrilling even.

When the concert ended and Eddie bid the crowd goodnight, Hailey and Steve were already waiting for him backstage. He barely had time to put down his acoustic guitar before Hailey was throwing herself in his arms, squealing and giggling and wide-awake despite the late hour. Her pretty hazel eyes were sparkling with excitement.

“Papa, you’re famous!” she said, awed, as her papa picked her up.

“I am?”

“Yes! Everybody was screaming your name.”

“No way! Did you scream too?”

“I did.”

Eddie smiled, endeared by the honest reaction. That’s why he loved children, especially this child. You could always count on their honesty.

“Did you tell papa what you told me earlier?” Steve chirped in, rounding the coffee table separating them so he could drop a kiss on Eddie’s lips.

“What?”

“I wanna be famous like you when I grow up,” Hailey stated proudly, her little hands resting on her papa’s face as she smiled big enough to show her missing front teeth. “That’s so cool.”

Eddie raised his brows. “I thought you were gonna be a zookeeper.”

Rolling her eyes, the little girl huffed. “If I’m famous, people will know me and they’ll let me play with the alligators whenever I want. Then I don’t really need to be a zookeeper anymore,” she argued, as if that was the obvious conclusion to the matter and his papa was so silly for not seeing that.

“Oh, right, of course. How foolish of me.”

Steve took Hailey, so Eddie could change and wrap up whatever business he still had with the other musicians and staff before they left. It was way past Hailey’s bedtime, but the excitement of seeing her papa perform had yet to run out. She was still awake and babbling non-stop when they left the stadium and made their way to the car, holding both her dads’ hands.

They were reaching the car when the little girl stopped, forcing both men to stop with her.

“What is it, sweetheart?” Steve asked once he noticed his daughter thoughtful expression.

“If papa is famous,” she said, big eyes staring at her parents full of hope. “Does that mean he can ask the zoo people to let me play with the alligators?”

The question was so unexpected it rendered Steve speechless. Eddie would never understand his daughter’s fascination with alligators.

“Sorry, kid, but you have to be at least twelve for that. Zoo rules,” he said, doing his best not to laugh at his little girl disappointment.

Hailey’s pout was the cutest thing. “That’s so not fair.”

[thearcanecat]

Comfort food: Trader Joe’s Mac and cheese, no milk only butter. I usually only make half a box at a time because I like it fresh.

Favourite type of silverware: Spoons! I collect spoons. Small, but not tiny. I’m mostly busying one made of bone and the handle looks like a giraffe because it doesn’t clink against stuff like a metal spoon does.

Comfort stuffed animal: Mama bear and Baby bear. I’ve had them since I was very small. My parents think their actually supposed to be sheep, but the names have stuck. They are very soft.

Comfort Item: A gray blanket that is very soft.

Music preferance: Musicals. I really don’t listen to a bunch outside of musical theatre.

Headphones or Earbuds: Both. I got noise canceling headphones and they are wonderful! Have truly changed my life for the better. At camp we do a big game where the music is blaring and I couldn’t hear a thing with them on. But I use earbuds when going to bed, for my audiobooks or white noise. And they’re easier to travel with.

Best time of day: Morning. I’m a morning person and get up at 6:00am every day. I like being the only person awake, and being able to do all my routines and stuff before other people are at around. And at camp, a cat named Burgundy shows up around 5 or 6 so I get to see him.

Comfort show: Miraculous Ladybug. I don’t watch enough TV to have many options.

No pressure tags: @bolo-from-aeor @average-book-enjoyer @nerdamongnerds @disguised-as-a-flamingo @minvia13 + anyone else who wants to join!

Fuck it, tag game

Alright, so list the comfort things for you, or preferances when it comes to the thingies, and then tag some people (Or dont, Its ok) I mean I'll also answer them too ofc ^^

The thingies to answer

Comfort food: Favourite type of silverware: Comfort stuffed animal: Comfort Iteam: Music preferance: Headphones or Earbuds: Best time of day: Comfort show:

And my answers

Comfort food: Plain flour tortilla, or fruit snacks Favourite type of Silverware: I like small ones, like baby forks or baby spoons, or just small ones Comfort stuffie: CC - My stuffed penguin Comfort Iteam: Also CC Music preferance: Varies, rn, I like electronic and punk/metal/emo mostly Headphones or earbuds: Earbuds, Headphones hurt my ears Best time of day: Dusk and night Comfort show: Mlp, Gf, Amphibia, toh

Tags (nf): @magical-rizzler-but-poem @riverz-pawz @lemonteaadict @th3-r4t-48 @projectcolorsys @thatacefrog + anyone else!

[serenity-loves-red]

Okay so i was scrolling through tiktok and i have a thought what if we show them edits of them or from different game like

Mc: dan heng is so cool i can't wait for them to buffed....... mmmhhh zhongli........OH MY GOD IT'S KEVIN KASLANA!! look blue it's kevin Keviiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnn!! He is so cute and hot as well specially in this scene look at his tail

" princess": looks like you got replaced

Mc: ha! My glorious king gilgamesh!!!! I don't care if you're a tyrant or we don't ego as big as a mountain you got better anyway!!! Rain your enemies with those weapons!!!

" mr blue balls": who's getting replaced now huh ?

Lmao creative aren’t we pookie? We’re comparing husbands now eh? Ngl i watched several edits to make me motivated lol

IMAGINE:

You were scrolling through tiktok on a lazy afternoon when you saw Blue dragging Princess towards you.

You welcome them with wide arms and laid them next to you, snuggling. Princess squirmed but ultimately resigned after you sooth him with ear rubs and few pets.

Still after all this time (give or take 2 weeks?) Princess is still hesitate and shy to you huh. On contrast to Blue who laid comfortably on your chest, meowing innocently.

You continued scrolling through your phone after confirming they are positioned comfortable next to you.

Phainon as curious than ever, meows and pawed your phone as he sees himself in what you call edits. He looks good and what’s with that suggestive audio?

Mydei also watched what you were doing in your phone, hearing you muttering how hot, handsome they are. Honestly, you never feel embarrassed, do you?

Hm? Dragon? So you like dragons now? What’s with that: “Geo daddy Zhongli ” you mean? As far as he knows that Zhongli guy is not your father

…Kevin? Phainon thought. He saw someone looked a lot like him with an elf-like ears and dragon-like tail. You like that now too?! Hello? He is more handsome than who ever that Kevin is– clearly you’ve been seduced by that lowlife!

So stop looking at that video– scroll, SCROLL!

Mydei watched Phainon meowed sharply– feeling wronged even when you try to soothe his with pets. Mydei couldn’t help but let out a smug smile, much to Phainon’s annoyance. “Imagine being replaced by someone named Kevin.”

But almost immediately, the said smile vanished as you gushed to someone who also looked a lot like him. “Mydei who? Give way for my glorious King Gilgamesh! Hehehe a tyrant with a big ego? We can change him–I’m color blind!”

Never in his immortal life he felt this cheated and looking at Phainon’s shit eating grin makes it worse. “Who’s getting replaced huh?”

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[purploozi]

Three-Months Rule | Choi Seung Cheol

Pairing: Bf!Seungcheol X Reader

Genre: fluff with a bit of angst

Warning: mention of toxic past relationships, hurt but comfort right after it, petnames (babe, love)

Summary: Healing from old wounds takes time—and Seungcheol is willing to wait. But when love feels too good to be true, do you trust it…or run? W.Count: 1.187

You couldn’t be happier. Choi Seungcheol was the man. The way he treats you—gentle, attentive, thoughtful—it makes your heart feel full in ways it never did before. You catch yourself gushing about him more often than you realise…replaying the sweet things he says and does, the way he brushes your hair behind your ear and the look he gives you when he thinks you’re not watching. But the bubble popped the moment your friend casually asks “How long have you two been dating?”

And that’s when it hits you. Three months—it only has been three months. A chill creeps up your spine, draining all the warmth in your body. You swallow hard, fidgeting with the straw in your iced coffee as you try to laugh it off, but in your mind the clock started ticking. The infamous three-month mark. The breaking point. The test.

You excuse yourself from your friend, toss a bill on the table and walk out. The sunlight feels colder now. A familiar tightness coils in your chest as the ghosts of old relationships trail behind you—cheating, manipulation, control. You tell yourself Seungcheol is different. He’s never given you a reason to doubt him. But neither did the others—at first.

“She’s just a friend” he said, and you forgave him. Again and again…until forgiveness became a routine. “Stop being so paranoid!” he screamed before storming out. A few days after you found the texts, the lies.

His apartment door opens with a soft click and, without even thinking, you check the shoes at the entrance. Only his are there—and a few of yours that you sometimes leave there. No strange sneakers. No random heels. Your shoulders relax unconsciously as you step in. But then you see it, a lipstick on the coffee table. One that is not yours.

Did he buy it? Or did another woman leave it there?

“You’re being dramatic! My sister probably left it” but he didn’t have a sister. You cried with someone else’s earring on your hand as your ex just laughed it off.

You’ve seen this movie before. You know the twist. As your mind sinked in a spiral of memories the bathroom door clicks open and Seungcheol steps out, shirtless, towel slung low around his hips, hair damp, muscles flexing as he dries it. He looks like sin—and maybe he is.

“Babe…why didn’t you call me? I could’ve picked you up” Your heart tightens. Is he being controlling? Or just considerate? You point at the lipstick and your voice comes out sharper than you intended. “What is that, Seungcheol?”

He pauses mid step and looks between you and the table. “It was supposed to be a surprise…I remember you said you liked that one, so I got it for you.”

You remember showing him that lipstick in a store once, joking about how it was too expensive. But more than a gift it looks like some kind of trap now, is he trying to distract you? Your eyes narrow. “Don’t lie to me. It won’t work.” His expression changes, not defensive or angry…just, hurt. He was about to speak but you did before him, the memory of your past was pushing you to react. “Some girl left it, didn’t she? I thought you were different.”

He walks over slowly, careful, calm but firm. “Love, look at it. It’s sealed. Brand new. I bought it for you with the flowers…”

“Flowers?” And then you see them. Right next to the lipstick, a bouquet…still wrapped. Your breath stutters in your throat as shame floods your chest. You swallow hard. “I…I didn’t see them. I’m sorry. I just thought…”

“It’s okay” he cuts you softly with a gentle smile. “I understand the confusion. It does look weird…next time I’ll prepare your gifts better.” He kisses your forehead, but the guilt lingers inside of you.

He’s the kindest man you’ve dated. He explains things instead of exploding. He’s patient even when you accuse him. And what do you do in return? You doubt him. You tell yourself to relax, to let love feel safe for once—but even if you repeat it in your mind like a mantra, the seed is planted. As the days pass by the incidents like this keep repeating.

He’s driving now. One hand on the wheel, the other resting on your knee.

“You’ve been quiet, is something wrong?” he says gently, not even an ounce of accusation on his voice. You hold up a hair tie, one that you didn’t leave there.

“What is this?” he glances over quickly and then back to the road. “An extra. I keep it in the car in case you forget yours” You scoff and toss the hair tie towards the glovebox as if it were poisonous. You move your leg away, his hand falling off your knee.

“Babe…” his voice stays soft, calm. “You always forget them, and you get irritated when your hair falls in your face. You said it ruins your whole mood.” You stay quiet, because he is right, you did say that.

“You are just forgetful” and you are but that doesn't mean you are stupid. He had two girlfriends, you found out months later.

Your chest aches. You want to believe him, to trust again and give this love a fair chance…but the past has claws and it digs deeper every day.

You pretend to sleep for the rest of the ride, arms crossed and curled against the window. You feel his gaze in you but you don’t want to face him now, not because you are mad, but because you are scared. What if you are not able to love without waiting for the catch?

Later, you are sitting on his couch with one of his hoodies shielding you from the old shadows behind you. He gently sits by your side and his hand lays on your leg, it was strange but that gesture feels grounding. “You want to talk about it?”

You exhale slowly and shift to face him. You don’t want to talk about it, but there’s no sense in delaying the inevitable, right? If this is going to end better do it quickly. “Just…please tell me truth” Your voice is low, vulnerable.

“The truth is that I love you,” he said without wasting a second, no doubt in his voice “and because of that I want to understand. Why do you think I’m hiding things?”

You bite the inside of your cheek to stop the tears forming at the corner of your eyes. He keeps breaking all your fears with his steady demeanor, with his kind words and gentle way to treat you—and when you open your scars to him, he doesn’t scare away but instead he hugs you tightly.

“For now…could you trust me enough to let me try? Let me show you that love can be safe” he says and you melt into his embrace, he doesn’t rush the moment and he doesn't make promises either. He only asks you for a chance, for the trust you can give him now and no more. You want to try, because you feel that you don’t have to carry the weight of the past all alone, not anymore, not with Seungcheol by your side.

This was a request from anon. A small message for anyone who needs it: you don’t have to stay in something that hurts. Please keep yourself safe. You deserve love that feels like peace~💜

[vrystalius]

Hey, hun! Ya girl is on her period and it feels like I'm getting scraped out by a melon-baller that had a few too many run-ins with a garbage disposal blade! It got me thinking though... What if Reader and Shinobu were sick and tired of Sanemi, Obanai, and Inosuke downplaying how bad periods are and getting after some the female Demon Slayers (including S/O or Crush reader) for "faking it so they can be lazy" when they decide they don't want to train on a day when it's particularly bad or for being overly emotional. So, the girls manage to make something (Poison, potion, whatever you wanna call it), that causes them to not only get cramps that feel the same (think about those "period cramp simulator" videos), but some of the other symptoms of a period as well, so that they can see what it's really like out here for us! Could last anywhere from a day to a full week.

Thank you in advance!

Period Cramp Simulator.

You forced them to undergo a period cramp simulator to showcase just how bad the pain can get.

Pairing: Sanemi, Kyojuro, Gyomei, Giyuu, Obanai x fem!reader

Genre: Crack, fluff

Note: This was perfect your brain is so big anon

Sanemi Shinazugawa // Wind Hashira

He was the worst out of all of them. Despite knowing about period cramps and how bad those can get, Sanemi tells all his apprentices to suck it up or go to Shinobu to ask for pain medication. As he heard, period cramps and pains get better when you exercise anyway. You were done with his talking.

With the help of Shinobu, you managed to make solvent that manages to mimic period pains and cramps, including the cravings and mood changes that come with it. A simulation of a fraction of the menstrual cycle.

Sanemi refused to take it at first, thinking you’re either making fun of him or because he was too scared to, but eventually submitted.

You ended up with a curled up ball of a crying Sanemi by your feet.

He was cramping, hungry, nauseous and angry all at the same time. It was extremely overwhelming for him and he shut his mouth immediately after the first wave of abdomen pain hit him, before that Sanemi was boasting and predicting that he was going to be perfectly fine.

After the nausea subsided slightly and he thought he was now going to be fine, Sanemi had to curl his whole body into a ball as he doubled over, holding onto his stomach tightly. He could swear the flesh walls inside his bodies were peeling and now bleeding out of his nether regions— which they didn’t, but it sure felt like it.

Out of the goodness and graciousness of your heart, but also thanks to all the times Sanemi actually tended to you during your periods by feeding you chocolate and rewarming your heating-pillow, you began to provide for him. A hot, heating-pad propped onto his stomach and plenty of ohagi to feed an entire village (or Kyojuro’s appetite) was served to him while Sanemi clung onto your arm, begging you not to leave him alone like this.

In a way, you ended up being his heated body pillow. His legs were tangled around your waist, his arms wrapped around your shoulders while he munched on his ohagi. He wasn’t at upset as before, but still pretty stingy that you managed to convince him to go through this.

It’s safe to say that he is now leaning towards giving his tsugoku(s) a day or two off when they complain about periods, but he gets a little confused when all of the sudden half his roster gets periods. Just wait until he hears about how women’s periods can sync with each other over time.

“What— What do you mean? Shinobu has it too? AND Mitsuri? What the hell?!”

—

Kyojuro Rengoku // Flame Hashira

This poor man didn’t even know that a whole menstrual cycle takes 30-31 days. Kyojuro is blissfully unaware of how painful periods actually are.

He does take care of you during your periods, happily so, but in the back of his mind Kyojuro thinks you may be overexaggerating a little about the pain. To show that you aren’t and that you may be underexaggerating in some parts, Shinobu gave you a special solvent to feed him.

Curious himself about what it’s like to have a period and how it feels to bleed your life essence through your nether regions, Kyojuro happily consumed it.

He was fine at first, only light cramps and pains here and there, but then it hit him like a wooden club to his stomach. He was holding onto your arm like a lifeline as nausea, headaches and stomach cramps hit him all at once, as well as for some reason his chest felt incredibly sore. Not even you thought his chest was big enough to qualify for soreness but here we are.

You were dragged into your shared bed as Kyojuro rolled up into a blanket burrito, refusing to leave the warm cave he build for any reason other to use the bathroom. He made some puppy eyes as he asked you to get him a tasty snack or a heating pad, only to watch him devour the meal in less than a minute and stuffing the pad down the little space between him and the bundled up blankets.

He wasn’t really moody, just that Kyojuro was much more prone to bursting out in tears about the smallest inchonvieneces or when you get a little too affectionate and he keeps thinking about the future when either of you are dead or gone and the other has to live without the second half of their soul. You spend the better half of the day trying to calm and reassure your hubby about everything.

Taking out of this, Kyojuro learned that you are, in a way, reasonable when you have mood swings. Your body is purging out blood from your uterus in a very painful way, so he won’t bat his eyes again whenever you ask him to change the heating pad again, or to please to go out and buy that one specific snack you want and then tear up when he brought the wrong flavour or type.

Also, he is very willing to become your life-size heating bodypillow.

“I can head out and get us some food. We can get the usual and dessert and I could get some ice cream, maybe some extra sweet potatoes…” (You tuned his rambling about what to eat tonight out.)

—

Gyomei Himejima // Stone Hashira

He was well aware and educated on what goes on in the body of a woman during the different stages of the menstrual cycle, and he knows how painful cramps can get and all about the hormonal changes. You’re not sure where he got the knowledge from but you are nonetheless appreciative of his caretaking.

Gyomei is incredibly sweet and caring the whole time throughout those times, so it never really occurred to you to make him experience the punishment of gods pain you experience every month. It was his idea, actually.

In order to become more tolerant towards pain and to push on through to continue the fight against a powerful demon, Gyomei usually just trains under extreme circumstances and sustains himself by praying and crying, but for some reason he’d like to experience the pain of womanhood as well.

After handing off the solvent to him and drinking it in one go, there was no reaction. You watched as Gyomei sat down on the engawa of your estate and shift into his meditative position, still no apparent reaction or sound.

The first hour passed and you noticed how Gyomei still hasn’t moved. He was just sitting there in silence, crying harder than usual.

This went on for the whole day as he probably experienced the wonderful feeling of being emotionally overwhelmed, physically at your limit, all while chanting the matra and trying to meditate through it. He even refused your offer to bring him a water-heated pad for his stomach, or really anything at all.

In the end, the only thing Gyomei gained is a new appreciation for your experience, and also respect for other female slayers an hashira who still manage to function normally, even during these painful times.

“It is a gift to experience such a wonder myself. Thank you.”

—

Giyuu Tomioka // Water Hashira

He always had the feeling you were being a little overdramatic about your situation. Many other women before you went through the same thing so why are you being so extra about it?

You were obviously endlessly infuriated with him and he was briefly banned to the livingroom and sleeping on a separate futon, away from you. After talking to Shinobu about it, she handed over some mixture you can feed him as retaliation. You mixed it under his food as revenge.

Giyuu didn’t understand what was happening first— he felt like it was both too hot and too cold at the same time, how everything was irritating him and why he had the feeling of someone stabbing his butt with a knife in the most painful way? And where on the world are those cramps coming from?

You felt a little bad for him and what you’re doing to him, so after revealing what you’ve done to him, Giyuu holed himself up in the bedroom and took the day off. His emotions were a mess and he was overwhelmed with them, so he sat down and remained mostly silent while you piled more and more blankets on top of him to keep him warm.

He was extremely cuddly, despite being upset with you, Giyuu clung onto you like a koala. His legs were trapping your waist and the blankets you gave him earlier wrapping around you two. You were imprisoned and will serve your penance to him.

He never ever spoke a single word about you being on your period and needing some extra attention and being a little moody at times. Giyuu felt the horrors— he respects you for being able to function so normally despite everything.

“Never do that again. Ever. I beg you.”

—

Obanai Iguro // Serpant Hashira

He always was rather respectful about it and wanted to know what it feels like out of pure curiosity.

It was a mistake on his part, he rolled around on the floor in agony and groaned against the tatami mats below him as Kaburamaru worriedly rolled together beside him, its tongue flicking out to taste the air around it, finding only pain and despair radiating from Obanai.

He has a rather low tolerance to begin with so you really had no idea why he even asked for this.

Obanai was face-down on the bathroom floor for the rest of the day, trying to absorb the coolness of the floor beneath him. Kaburamaru was given into your responsibility and stayed on your neck the whole rest of the day while his owner was shaking and whining on the floor.

He deflated like a balloon and you briefly thought that he passed away because of the pain, but poking his cheek and Obanai reacting with trying to bite your finger off in anger reminded you that he is only living out of spite now.

His short body was now full of anger and frustration and he was not afraid to voice it, cursing you, himself, Shinobu, the gods and whoever else who was remotely responsible for the situation he put himself in.

In the future, Obanai eyes you nervously whenever you tell him you are on your period. He felt the same pain as you and now tries his very best to make it as bearable as possible.

Kaburamaru in a way learned from this as well, now curling up on top of your heating pad to show emotional support. Or it maybe just learned that heating pad means warmth and pets.

“Why is Kaburamaru with you again? I put the snake into the enclosure— how…?”

—

💠

Author’s note. Thank you for reading!

I wrote this over the course of my lessons today soo.. enjoy XD Also, this has been sitting in my inbox since FOREVER and I always wanted to write about/for it and only managed to do it today and now. I hope y’all enjoyed it <33

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!!

Take care of yourselves <3

[faestunna]

what are your headcanons for Jack? domestic fluff and/or smut if you're comfy with that :)

boyfriend!jack o’connell

WARNINGS: some silly domestic fluff, smut (18+) under the cut

A/N: you know, i initially was against writing for jack but…thinking of boyfriend! jack has me tweaking. as always, this was written with fem!reader in mind! i made the layout a little different since its my first jack x reader piece. i hope you enjoy!

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likes, reblogs, and comments are always and greatly appreciated!

boyfriend!jack is home from filming, but he’s jet lagged and exhausted, so he’s got more than four alarms set in the morning—none of which wake him up. “jack!” you whisper hoarsely at six am. he grumbles awake and turns them off with his eyes closed before putting an arm around you, “sorry, love.”

boyfriend!jack understands that sometimes women take a little longer to get ready. he’s not the one to complain or bug you about time because he know that doesn’t change anything—he literally learns how to do your hair while you finish your makeup. learns tips and tricks from stylists and MUA’s on his sets too. he’ll learn to braid, too, and show you: “look at the one, eh? i think i’m gettin’ better.” he is slowly but surely

boyfriend!jack picks up your prescriptions from the pharmacy for you. gives your name and birthdate, and eventually, the pharmacologist knows to recognize him now. he’ll come back home and joke they’re on a first name basis.

boyfriend!jack who does the laundry as long as you do the dishes. he cannot stand the thought of putting his hand into various pots and bowls of mysterious water. sometimes you splash him with it because the shrieks he makes are hilarious. “i swear to god, babe,” he says every time now. “you better not!”

boyfriend!jack agrees to make a private, secret insta account just for you. “no point, love, you know i try to stay off that stuff,” is how he’ll make it seem at first. give or take a few weeks, he’s sending you reel and after reel while he’s literally a room away. and about ten seconds after, he asks, “oi, babe, did you see the one i just sent you?”

boyfriend!jack likes to hit it from the back. he doesn’t call himself a tits or arse man, he loves every part of you…but no, jack just likes having you bent over with your face pressed into the bed while he pounds into you. “christ, i can feel that pretty cunt grippin’ me.” one hand settled on your lower back to bring you to him with every thrust.

boyfriend!jack goes deeper than any other man has before. it’s especially in doggy, but, really, go in any position and the tip of his cock will be leaving little kisses at your cervix. in missionary, he especially love to put his hand just above your mound and press, so he can feel himself rutting into you. “that’s it. look how deep i am, baby, i can almost see it.”

boyfriend!jack asks to give you head. “you don’t have to do anything, love” he says as he spreads your legs and licks one bold stripe through your folds. when he hasn’t shaved, the scruff on his jaw and chin adds a perfect sensation. “so good, sweetheart. tastes so good.” and he gets dirty with it. uses his entire face—yes, his nose too—to push you over the edge.

boyfriend!jack actually just likes admiring you. every part of you, but he loves to just have your legs spread apart, pussy gleaming with slick and heat. “she’s so pretty” he says lowly, lips hovering over you so you can feel his breath hit your folds. “all pink and swollen and waiting for me.”

boyfriend!jack isn’t afraid to use toys. there i said it. and he won’t have anything crazy mainly because he doesn’t understand it but, at the very least, there’s a bullet vibe or a wand or a rose toy because he likes making you feel good. he’ll have you completely wrapped in his arms, holding you down while you writhe and squirm as he pulls a fifth orgasm from you. “that’s it, now, love,” he covers your mouth with one hand and pins the toy to your clit with the other. “all over my hand, there you go. that’s my girl.”

© faestunna 2025.

[absolutebl]

This Week in BL - A Lot Going On In BLandia

Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top.

July 2025 Week 2

Ongoing Series - Thai

Memoir of Rati (Fri Netflix or YT) ep 4 of 12 - I absolutely adore both couples. I’m happy about the very existence of this show. It’s going well for me. The Por vs Phi linguistic negotiation absolutely sent me into Orbit. It was so good. Perfection. I’m so happy with this. Almost as happy as Thee was to say “nong Rati” with such relish. GreatInn, sheesh, so good. Please universe, keep this pair alive? 

Incidentally it was the King at the time, Rama VI who was rumored, to be gay. (There was no crown prince for... well... obvious reasons, that was part of the rumor.)

Reset (Mon iQIYI) ep 6 of 10 - Tada is a touch “creepy fan” but in a major change of attitude for me, who normally hates this kind of character, I’m digging it. It’s giving this show a My Beautiful Man edge of sus. We shall see if Thailand can carry it off. Meanwhile, we are clearly in our boyfriend era.

My Sweetheart Jom (Fri YT) ep 9 of 12 - We are deep in the serious “first boy-crush” phase of this romance. And I’m enjoying it. Yo as “worried husband” in the hospital was charming. I like the lotus pond kiss and all it signifies and entails, especially highlighted against the CBLs we re currently getting. Unintentional in that regard, I think, but still clever. 

Knock Out (Fri WeTV ) ep 9 of 12 - All evil Things are revealed. To be honest, I’m not sure what’s going on, or what the reveals are about because i haven’t been following it closely enough but still weeee. On a completely different note, these two are great kissers. It’s such a pleasure to watch them just kiss. I don’t think I have anything more pithy to add to than that.

Pit Babe 2 (Fri iQIYI) ep 11 of 13 - No idea how Kim became my favorite character, but Kim-Kenta are now my favorite pair. So… here we are, 20 episodes in or whatever this is. I guess I have to accept my fate. I thought Jeff said that he didn’t wanna be proposed to like that? But OK. It was pretty if unnecessary.

The Next Prince (Sat iQIYI) ep 11 of 14 - Right at the very end and we’re finally getting to the competition portion of the contract. My goodness this is slow moving. Second half of this ep picked up a bit as secrets were revealed. I am most interested in this when it focuses on any of the side couples, and not the main couple or the competition. But that’s nothing different from the previous 10 episodes. It’s fine… I guess? 

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Ball Boy Tactics (Korea Thurs iQIYI) ep 6 of 8 - Jongwu just thinks his boy is absolutely adorable. They are stinking cute together. Doom next week though, and I am not happy about the fact that it looks v manufactured. 

Revenged Love (China Mon Viki Gaga) ep 9-10 of 24 - This suddenly went all “crouching tiger hidden snake” fight/smexy between the two leads. We likey. I remain enamored of this show. Yes I’m troubled by many of the tropes it’s employing without self-examination, but also delighted by everybody’s chemistry and charmed by the silly plot machinations. And deeply concerned that we’re never gonna get to see the end of it. The sinking feeling I get every time I tune in to watch a new episode is largely predicated on its source and the politics of the day. It’s a weird sensation as a viewer. But I will continue to watch this as long as it continues to air. I’m using Gaga for… reasons, but I think the subs are better on Viki. 

Desire the series (China Sat Viki Gaga) ep 1-3 of 16 eps - China continues its historic run on the international BL market with the first true ABO m-preg piece. Ready? I got a lot to say! 

i’m watching this one on Viki because I think their subs are better for the Chinese stuff. But I may switch to Gaga for the same secret-reasons as Revenged. 

He magically dried off very quickly after walking through a pool in PJs. Also hello massive amounts of info dumping. I shall call this friend: Bob. Of course the omega disguising himself as a beta is my favorite character. I’ve always been a fan of cross dressing. Meanwhile our main crafty cutie is very very crafty isn’t he? I have no idea why he is running this long con, but I sure enjoy watching him manipulate everybody. He is so darn pretty, who cares if evil? He can do whatever he wants. Also, kisses already? China, you’re spoiling us. I’m scared. I’m not gonna lie. I’m really enjoying this show. It is actually not unhinged, it’s quite tailored and controlled. I prefer my CBL a bit more like Revenged Love, with crunchy edges. But that doesn’t mean I don’t like this almost KBL style too.

I have to say how wild it is that China, of all countries, are the first to produce an actual honest-to-goodness omegaverse. It’s just so bonkers to me. I might never recover from this shock. (Assuming this show actually manages to finish its run.) I am wondering if they aired 3 episodes out the gate, back-to-back, to get ahead of the inevitable. Smart move if that is the case. And I think we can expect them to air multiples going forward as well, if that’s their reasoning. 

Incidentally, I am late with this week’s assessment because this show dropped 3 episodes I wasn’t planning on watching. Took over my posting time last night.

10 Things I Want to do Before I Turn 40 AKA 40 Made ni Shitai 10 no Koto (Japan Fri Gaga) ep 2 of 10 - Love it. Poor baby so cute and sad. Every tiny gesture has such powerful significance in this show. This is the kind of thing that Japan excels at. It’s a lot of fun to watch such expertise in minutia.

Stay By My Side After the Rain AKA Ameagari no Bokura ni Tsuite (Japan Weds Gaga) ep 3 of 12 - It’s terribly awkward, and terribly cute, and they each have secrets they’re keeping from each other. They are tortured and sad except when they are together being honest. Japan at its best.

Sweetheart Service (Korea Fri YT) ep 10 of 12 - Oh no, it’s sad and the plot thickens. But they have two more episodes to figure it all out and I have absolute faith that they can do so. In Strongberry we trust! 

Depth of Field AKA Hishakai Shindo (Japan Fri Gaga) ep 5 of 6 - No shocker here, we switched POV in this episode. And, as always with JBL, it’s nice to get a look-in on the other side of the equation. There was also the standard “jump to the future” so we now have mature adults pining instead of teenagers in love. this is an elegant little piece but I’m not sure if I like it, it’s a little cold.

The Promise of The Soul (Taiwan Fri Gaga) eps 4 of 12 - Not going to lie, I did think about dropping this one as well. But I actually liked this episode a bit better. I still don’t love this show, because I don’t like the premise, but I do think the two actors in the leads are doing a decent job. And I like how modern the university queerness feels (for lack of a better way of putting it). 

It's airing but......

SunTiny (Tues iQIYI) 10 eps - dropped at ep 5. I really did try. But they introduced (what I assume is) the side dish couple, and the acting is so excruciatingly bad that I simply can not watch any more.

I Became the Lead in a BL Drama 2 AKA Zoku BL Drama no Shuen ni Narimashita (Japan Gaga) 6 eps - While I am intrigued by the manager side couple, I can't be arsed to add this to the weekly rotation. I may binge once it's done.

The Ex-Morning (Thailand YT) 10 eps - dropped at ep 3. I was just angry at it, at GMMTV, at the script, at the characters. That's not healthy for any of us. If rumors are to be believed, I'm feeling great about this life choice.

Finished This Week - Reviews

My Stubborn (iQIYI) I love the way they kept the same kind of agro teasing dynamic only now it’s just agro boyfriends and all the nitpicking is kinda cute. Each leans into their established role in the existing couple dynamic and emphasizes it but in a non-threatening way, because they’re confident in the relationship. It’s great that their personalities didn’t change at all. Also Sorn finally got the hia he was looking for. Now this one I was very tempted to give 9/10 even knowing that it is really just an 8/10 show. Just because I enjoyed it so much. 

Summary 

A delightful power dynamic fluff (and blow) piece about a bad-mouthed grumpy “best friends older brother” type and the young intern he is bent on seducing. And by bent I mean over every possible piece of office furniture. They start out as f-buddies, one of them catches feelings, everything goes chaotic from there. This is a fun pulpy BL and I had a blast watching it. We all did. Never before has a fandom rooted so hard for the downfall of a main character. Not only was the show fun, our ridiculous conversations around this show were even more fun. No one took this show seriously, least of all itself. Thank goodness. On the critique side? There was nothing original about this BL, except for the way all of the expected tropes seamlessly fit together. Is it a good show? Not really. But it WAS a good BL. I enjoyed every episode and was always left with a smile on my face. Even when things got serious they were never really that serious. This show is a blast. I personally consider it a 9/10, but it just isn’t that good. So it gets an 8/10. If you, in general, are a fan of BL on the main, you’ll probably like this, but you have to be a fan already to enjoy it.

Boys in Love (iQIYI) And now Thailand does the running of the gays? Usually that’s Japan’s trope. Look this was a perfectly serviceable ending. Honestly, I was so bored with this show most of the time I’m tempted to give it a 7/10 but by my own rating standards it just doesn’t deserve that so 8 it is.

Summary

This is a banal high school romance featuring several different couples, including some teachers. It is pleasant and cute but mostly dull. 8/10

Mission to the Moon (YT)

Basically a reincarnation story about a prince who once loved a warrior thousands of years ago, and comes back as a ghost when that warrior is reincarnated and living in the modern world. I have to say, I enjoyed this pair, and I’m pleased we’re gonna get to see them in a full BL soon. But this show is a nothing burger, significant only in that it takes the tired old “my ghost boyfriend” trope and actually gives it a happy ending. Unearned but happy. 5/10 watch it if you have nothing better to do. 

The Bangkok Boy (Gaga) - Not gonna lie I did want Jihoon and Aim to get together and screw. Would have been a wild ride for everyone involved. 

Summary

The story of a series of turf wars with two young men caught up in the middle despite themselves. Much as I enjoyed some elements of this show, and I think they served one of the best sex scenes we have ever seen (or will ever see) in BL, the general premise, plot, and execution did not appeal to me personally. I applaud the fight sequences, which were well executed on the main, being relatively messy, gritty, and realistic. But so too was the rest of this show, even if the concept was far-fetched. This is about gangsters that leaned into true gangster torture and the BL elements (when they’re present at all) were lightly treated and non tropey. In retrospect, I don’t think this actually is a BL. It’s a crime drama that involves some gay boys. Both the ultimate moral backbone (and a review of this show) is: don’t hate the players, hate the game. This was not my game and I did not enjoy playing. Although some of the players were a pretty good time. 7/10 recommended with reservations 

I Promise I Will Come Back (WeTV) - It’s very sad, they killed ALL the gay and I am super mad about it. I’m also not surprised. As I said when we started out with this one “it’s in the title” there was always doom on the horizon. Not hard to guess my rating on this kind of thing.

Summary

Thailand/Taiwan colab, mainly in Thai & English, starring 2 Thai actors + Taiwanese identical twins from H3:MODC. Taiwanese boy falls in love with Thai boy while on vacation. Other Thai boy also in love. They part. 2 of them die. It’s pretty and well acted and quite lovely in certain aspects, but also very sad. Not recommended. 1/10 

Next Week Looks Like This:

Coming in July

7/13 Doctor's Mine (Thai Sun YouTube) ep 1 of 10 - Trailer A second try at adapting Gown & Gear, and a second round of casting put LLS in the lead (you all know I'm a fan) but this is a pretty banal uni Bl featuring doctors and engineers in the 2 Moons phase of Thai BL. It's gonna have to be spectacular to distinguish itself, but you know I am always up for another one. Like my favorite candy, can't stay away.

7/14 The Proper Way to Write Love AKA Renai Rubi no Tadashii Furikata (Japan Mon ????) 8 eps - Bully reunion romance about two men who are clumsy but sincere.

7/14 Dating Game (Thai Mon ????) 12 eps - Hill, a former bullied boy with a geeky personality, finds love and confidence from "Yuka" the female lead in a romance game. He grows into a handsome programmer and achieves his dream of getting a job at the company that developed "Yuka!", where he meets Junji, the perfect, cold-hearted CEO from Japan.

7/22 Secret Lovers (Taiwan Tues Gaga) 10 eps - Rivals to lovers with unhinged behavior that in the source material ranges from rock-paper-scissors contests to competitive handjobs (yeah, you read that right). Although the trailer makes it look a lot softer then this and it's pressing all my favorite buttons so this could be a big hit with me.

7/27 My Magic Prophecy (Thai Sun YT) 10 eps - Paranormal mystery with a fortune teller and a doctor, I'm in. I hope the script doesn't fail JimmySea again, they are such a great pair.

2025 Line Up

BL Announced for 2025 - PART 1

BL Announced for 2025 - PART 2

20 BLs Announced for 2025 That I'm Really Excited About

GMMTV 2025 Line Up - My Totally Biased and Wildly Flawed Feels

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

Reset's boyfriend era is very cute.

I suspect Jom's will be too.

(last week)

The tag BLigade: @doorajar @solitaryandwandering @my-rose-tinted-glasses @babymbbatinygirl @babymbbatinygirl @isisanna-blog @mmastertheone @pickletrip @aliceisathome @urikawa-miyuki @tokillamonger @sunflower-positiiivity @rocketturtle4 @blglplus @anythinggoesintheshire @everlightly @renafire @mestizashinrin @bl-bam-beyond @small-dark-and-delicious @saezurumurmurs @waitmyturtles

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being Bob’s best friend

Bob Reynolds x reader

warnings: DRUGGGG ADDICTIONNNNN. i really think its so important to talk about bobs drug addiction. i do find him to be babygirl but in the "looks like a cinnamon roll, could actually kill you" because he is really That Guy. i wouldn't be surprised if he canonically stabbed someone for meth if im being honest. also bob's abuse and such, mental illness, yk

a/n: request so entertaining to read i actually took it LMAOO sorry it took so long there were 10 requests ahead of you i had to put you in the next request slot group 😭

prompt: @ceylon-morphe: “Do you have any hcs for bob? Sweet baby bob? Precious pookie bob? Must protect and give all my love bob? Wanna smooch his sad puppy face bob? Give him a bubble bath and wrap him in my softest blankets bob? He’s innocent he did nothing wrong bob? I’ve only met bob for 2 minutes but If anything happens to him ima kill everyone in this room then myself bob? God gives his strongest battles to his most traumatized soldiers bob? Pathetic wet mess of a human being bob? Legit looks like he be a bottom in bed bob? Looks like the poster child of sad pathetic losers everywhere bob? Much thanks boo!//Apologies I forgot to add bob (from thunderbolts) relationship to reader as friends.”

you've stuck by bob for forever

despite his flaws—his many flaws—you always tried to be there for him

like when he shows up at your house at 3am slurring his words, sweating his ass off, barely standing still and you have to drag him inside and help him come down

"i didn't know where else to go" -bob

"i know" -you, wiping his face with a wet washcloth

it was a cycle for a long time, and you felt so helpless about it

you knew what he'd come from, and you were the only person he'd ever trusted with the details of his past

abuse, the car accident that got him hooked on painkillers, the spiral downwards of chasing a high, other mental health struggles

he's told you he was "getting clean" about a dozen different times, but it was always the same

you felt like you were enabling him

"shiiiitttt, no, y/n, that's not what it looks like" -bob

"really? because it looks like a bag of meth rocks to me next to...oh, look at that, your 'trusty' pipe" -you

"nooo, that's my friend's, i was holding onto it for him" -bob

"you don't have any friends" -you, tossing his things on the couch and storming off

it always broke his heart when he disappointed you

and honestly, looking at it from his point of view, he felt just as much of a failure for being a bad friend

it was a sensitive subject

you bailed him out of jail a handful of times and the last time you did, you gave him the biggest earful he'd gotten since he was a kid

"i can't keep doing this, bob! at this rate, you'll be dead in a ditch and i'm terrified of the day i get that call. i can't keep running in circles like this, you need to get your shit together" -you

"i swear, this is the last time, okay? please don't be mad" -bob

"you said that the last three times i bailed you out. no more chances." -you

bob felt like a real asshole, but trying to change was too hard for him

that's when, without any warning, he left you and went to malaysia, you didn't hear from him for a good couple of weeks

he left a note telling you he was off to go "find his purpose," which meant he was on his own and had no one to look out for him

and although you may have threatened to give up on him, it was just supposed to be a wakeup call

you called him every day, several times a day, for weeks. left voicemails every time

"hey bob. please call me back. i just want to make sure you're okay" "bob, it's me, can you give me a call back when you get this?" "bob, i'm getting really worried, can you please let me know you're alive?" "hey. i love you, man. i'm always here for you and i'm sorry for how we left things" -you

meanwhile, bob had submitted himself to human experimentation to try to "better himself" and didnt want to talk to you again until he turned his life around for you

you were listed on his "medical forms" as an emergency contact, but you were never contacted when he was believed dead

after a few weeks, his voicemail box was full and calling was futile

and bob was stuck in a box and shipped to utah to be hidden from the government and world, a failed experiment that was to be buried

you felt so guilty. it ate away at you. and no matter how many times you went over it in your head—the begging and pleading for him to get help, the betrayals, picking him up from jail, thinking he was getting better just to find a secret stash—you felt like it was all your fault.

when bob woke up from his...coma? yeah, sure. when bob woke from his coma in a death trap with 4 3 assassins, the last thing he had in his memory was you

"yeah, no, don't know how i got here? i'm bob, i just, uh, woke up. any of you know y/n?" -bob

"is he joking?" -john

"no. i just need to let y/n know i'm okay. it worries them when they don't hear from me for a while" -bob

"who is y/n to you, bob?" -yelena

"oh, y/n is my best friend. really understanding, really awesome. sometimes i forget to check in and they think i'm dead" -bob :)

"oh...well we don't know any y/n, sorry" -ava

yelena soon found his files—"sentry project"

you were listed in his records, she found it curious and a little sweet

until much later when they all escaped the incinerator and discovered bob had powers and valentina was being...protective of him

"i think we have a problem" -yelena, walking thru the desert

"oh, do we now? do tell, i'm dying to hear what other problems we have besides being stranded in the desert and hunted by valentina's soldiers" -john

"well, smartass, these are the files on bob and how he got there. his beloved y/n is in here. they're a target" -yelena

"sucks to be y/n, then" -ava

when bucky found the group of rogue assassins, yelena took it as an opportunity to save you

"bob needs us, but so does y/n. is there any way you can make sure they're okay? out of harms way" -yelena

"be careful, yelena. it's starting to sound like you have a heart" -john

"shut up, walker" -yelena and bucky

you were soon visited by captain america at your humble abode in florida

bucky called in a favor

"sorry to drop by unannounced, but it's for your protection" -sam

"my protection? what do you mean? what's going on?" -you

"your friend bob is alive, but he made some friends with some bad people" -sam

"great, more drug dealers?" -you

"the director of the CIA actually" -sam

"you're joking" -you

"for your sake, i wish i was. you need to come with me" -sam

if he'd gotten there 20 minutes later you'd have been permanently silenced by valentina's soldiers

sam couldn't be your security detail for long, not officially, but bucky asked him to bring you to new york where the "thunderbolts" would protect you and reunite you with bob

unfortunately, the situation wasn't what they had thought—but you'd seen this before

"i go by sentry now. y/n, are you proud of me? i feel so much healthier now, you were right!" -bob

"y/n, get behind me" -yelena

"i think y/n is turning on you. you might need to take care of them" -val

"no, no. y/n would never. they've always taken care of me. we can finally be happy" -bob

"well, these assassins are trying to take y/n away from you. they'd be safer with us" -val, continuing to manipulate

that started the firefight, which ended with you running for your life to the elevator and waiting for the others to follow suit

"what happened to him?! he left florida a couple weeks—maybe a month ago—he was never like this. sure, he had his issues—and the delusions of invincibility, but now he actually is invincible??" -you

"your friend was experimented on, the only survivor of these experiments. that woman—valentina—she has her nails dug deep in him, he's her weapon" -yelena "i read his file, you were in it. that's why we knew where to find you"

"emergency contact?" -you

yelena nodded

"i'm always the one he calls when he's in trouble. last time he got in trouble, i yelled at him. that was the first time i've seen him in a while" -you

"that's not your fault. he seems...troubled" -ava

"you don't know the half of it" -you

yelena then started yelling at the whole team in front of avengers tower and you tried to wander off, soon stopped by the void swallowing all of new york city

"is that—it can't be? bob?" -you

"you need to find cover" -john

you hid, but were soon a shadow on the wall and transported into "the void"

after reliving some of your worst memories, you found bob all by yourself. he was sitting alone in the attic of his childhood home. you'd heard this story many times when he was drunk and crying over bad memories

"hi." -bob

"been a while" -you, sitting beside him

"yeah, i'm sorry. i just thought i might be able to do something good if i was on my own for a while" -bob, looking down through the floorboards "i made everything worse"

"you know you can always count on me. i'm sorry i snapped last time we talked" -you

"well, i shouldn't have bought those pills from that undercover cop. i knew he was a cop, too. i've seen him bust other people. i just really wanted what he had" -bob

"we'll...we'll work on that. not buying drugs. especially from cops" -you

soon, the thunderbolts appeared and they had a plan to get out of the hell-filled void you got trapped in. bob felt extra bad bc he knew the things you'd been through too and it was his fault you had to relive them

he held your hand most of the trip out, and by the time you reached reality again, he was a little lost

"y/n! who are all these people?" -bob

"some friends we made!" -you, trying to stay upbeat

"is he okay? we all remember what just happened, right?" -bucky

"yeah, no, he's fine. this happens sometimes" -you

"yeah, i just get a little fuzzy. it'll come back to me" -bob, looking to you. you nodded encouragingly

this was the first time you'd seen him look healthy in a long time. good weight, no bags around his eyes, posture was better, a genuine smile, all around looking better

you and him got dragged into the "new avengers" announcement

and he needed to stay in new york due to his...abilities

"will you stay here with me? it'll be sooo cool, we can have sleepovers again like we used to!" -bob

the other "avengers" made it a stipulation for you to stay, and you were looking for a reason to move out of florida. you said yes and joined up with the new avengers—in a more civilian sense. who knows, maybe you'd become useful in ways you never thought before?

taglist: @locke-writes // @captainshazamerica // @summersimmerus // @prettysbliss // @simp-legend // @wild-rose-35 // @nekoannie-chan // @beth-gallagher22 // @sk1bidi-n1k0-e4ts-people // @deanzboyfriend // @mr-mxyzptlk-1940 // @lenaelleu //

[cleolovesrin]

DON’T TAKE THEM OFF!

You liked wearing different types of clothing, especially with your lover being the one to take them off.

Dom! Bunny Iglesias x Sub! Fem! Reader

CW: aged up characters, pictures, filming, masturbation, fingering, ass slapping, fucking in front of a mirror, p in v sex, breeding, kinda short bcs we don’t know his personality yet, lmk if i missed some warning

A/N: i love this idea anon!! Also I screenshotted your req bcs it won’t let me reply to the og req idk why 🥲 i dont mind writing for mew characters! I like guessing their personalities lol. I hope you like this!! make sure to rest and stay hydrated anon and readers! <33

MINORS DNI. Not proofread, will encounter grammar and typo errors

A cute bunny suit, a sexy black lingerie, and an elegant white lingerie. All of the lingerie and suit you bought recently perfectly fit you, your tits plump and cleavage visible. Your ass also seemed flattering with the lingeries, pairing it with stockings or a thigh collar for a cherry on top.

You’re sure your boyfriend— Bunny, would like all of these. But there was one that stood out the most: a pink lingerie with bows adorning its embroidery. Your boobs sat so nicely between the laced bra, while a bow adorned the middle of the bra. The lace panties you wore also had a pink bow adorned on the top band. Its cute, yet seductive design captured your attention while you were shopping and you knew you just had to buy it. And show to your boyfriend, of course.

So, you grabbed your camera and posed infront of a mirror. Bending over and arching your back so that your ass pops better on the picture, putting on a pretend fucked out face before the flash went off. Then spreading your legs high up the air infront of the mirror— making sure your lthe floral design of lace was visible in the picture.

Shit, your pussy started to ache. Imagining how Bunny would react to you wearing this. Your mind wandered places— like how he’ll fuck you so hard in front of this mirror or pound your pussy onto the mattress face down ass up.

You got your camera again, kneeling in front of the mirror and spreading your legs. Hitting the video record and moving your hips up and down. Pretending to bounce on his cock while you lolled your tongue out and crossed your eyes.

“Daddy…look how wet I am, for you— Ngh! So wet for your dick.”

Time passed, and you’re now touching yourself. Your hands buried past inside your laced panties, fingers rubbing your clit fast. You moaned while fingering yourself— pretending that it was Bunny instead. You closed your eyes and reeled your head back, your mouth gaping while gasps made its way out your plump lips. The squelching noises of your wetness drowned the silent room, which made the sound of the door opening and his footsteps seem silent.

“Having fun without me?”

Your eyes shot wide open. But before you could react properly— his finger already entered your pussy and his freehand squeezed your throat. You gasped a out a moan, looking up to your boyfriend who looked down on you. His eyes dark, jaw clenching whilst his grip tightened and his fingers moved your panties to the side, entering two fingers in you.

“I- I thought you were— Aah! Outside— Mmh—“ Your eyes dazed, weakly gripping his arm that had your throat on a chokehold. Hips shaking as his long fingers thrusted in and out of you.

“Well, I changed my mind and went home early. I missed my pretty girl.” You moaned, his fingers hitting your g-spot while his words made you dizzy from pleasure. Your pussy dripping out juices that made your laced panties even more translucent.

“Seeing you in this lingerie…Just makes me wanna ruin you, Mi Amor.”

His hand gripped your hair firmly while the other held your hips for support. Your legs lifted up from the ground as his dick plowed inside your pussy from behind. You whimpered at the sight in front of you— your body getting fucked roughly in front of the mirror you were once posing on.

Your laced bra was pushed up, not removed, but your boobs were popping out. Bouncing and jiggling along with his rough thrusts. Your lace panties were pushed to the side, your whole set never removed while fucked you.

“D-daddy! So rough! A-aah!”

He pushed your body to the mirror, your boobs pressed against the mirror as he fucked you even harder. You whimpered at the feeling of cold mirror pressing against your nipples, moaning as his tip kissed your cervix again and again.

Legs shaking and writhing as his dick pounded into you, his balls slapping against your clit and his hips slapping against your ass. Loud noises of your pussy squelching with every thrust, wet skin slapping, your moans and whimpers as his dick hit the deepest parts of your body.

“That’s right, Amor. Moan for Daddy’s cock.”

You screamed in pleasure as his hand slapped your ass. His hands now gripping both your tit as his length abused your plump pussy. He looked at you through the mirror, his eyes dark and feral while drilling into you. Hips moving like he’s in heat, fucking you like a rabbit.

Your pussy spasmed as you felt yourself getting near, the knot in your stomach tightening. Moaning louder and your whole body shook like a leaf, chanting and screaming out his name. Throwing your head back as you felt his tip twitch deep inside your hole.

“B- Bunny! Shit— Ngh! I’m cumming!”

His tongue licked your earlobe, biting your soft flesh. He lifted your leg up, angling his thrusts to hit deeper. While his other grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look at your reflection.

“Watch yourself cum and cry for my cock. My pretty, pretty girl. Cum for me.”

You moaned louder than ever, your pussy squirting out a waterfall of cum. Your sputtering liquid stained the floor and the mirror in front of you. Your legs shaking while your mind turned to mush. Whimpers escaped your mouth as he rubbed your clit gently. Yet his dick kept thrusting in you with an unforgiving pace.

“We’re still not done yet, Mi amor.”

He manhandled your body to the bed, throwing you to bed as if you’re the lightest thing he ever carried. You gasped while he did so, the shock of him shoving your body to bed while still inside you sent shocking waves of pleasure with every move.

His hand gripped your head and shoved it onto the pillows, while his other hand kept on slapping your ass. Hips resuming to thrust unforgivingly inside you, a rim of thick pre-cum gathered on the base of his dick. From fucking you non-stop and the amount of pre-cum he produced.

Your moans and screams came out muffled, his dick hitting deep inside your pussy— rearranging your guts until it couldn’t come back to its original state. You arched your back as his dick grazed every sensation inside your pussy. A bulge evident in your stomach, denting up and down in sync with his thrusts. Gripping the sheets tightly until your knuckles turned white, your eyes glossy as you watched the edge of the bed hit the wall while he fucked you from behind.

Your clit ached once more, swollen pussy starting to spasm again as the knot in you stomach released again. Another spurt of your fluids dripping onto the bedsheets and on both Bunny’s and your leg.

Bunny moaned and threw his head back in pleasure, his tip twitched more and more as your tight walls engulfed him whole. Everytime you came and moaned loudly, your wall closed in his dick— squeezing his length in a chokehold. His hips stuttered as he felt the tip of his cock’s sensitivity arise.

A pleasured groan escaped his lips, hands pushing your hips down, digging deep inside you and slamming into you one last time. His heavy balls slapped on your clit which took out a moan from your fucked out state. His balls twitched as the tip of his dick released a thick, white fluid.

Cum flooded your insides, overflowing inside you until it reached your womb. You whined as you felt every spurt of liquid shoot inside you, the warm feeling reaching your guts.

He slowly pulled out, your pussy turning gaped and leaking. Cum dripping from your gaping hole— staining the already wet bedsheets beneath both of you.

Slapping your ass again, your body twitched and a whine left your mouth as he lifted you gently. His scarred lips pressing on your neck, then to your collarbone until it reached your lips.

You moaned against the kiss, feeling his fingers intrude your hole— pushing out his cum out of your pussy. Earning a whine from you as you weakly rode his fingers. Bunny chuckled into the kiss, gently slapping your clit before he cleaned you up.

He gave you water and a few sweet snacks after that, along with a warm bath for the both of you. Ending the day with a gentle make out session.

[abyssalaerlocke]

I used to constantly crash because of lag spikes, so I headcanoned it that the chip damage is causing mini blackouts and stuff — one minute you're fine, then suddenly you're falling over the rail.

I have an (unposted) fic where Jackie didn't take the chip out, and it revived him. V's been telling him to be careful, especially as it progresses and gets worse. Eventually he ends up taking a dive into the canal, with the implication he died and rezzed again. Calls V, who picks him up with a change of dry clothes.

This playthrough, I fell in with the bike on my way to pick up Rogue for our date — good time to switch to Johnny's Porsche, but they're gonna show up soaking wet and smelling rank. Should have waited til I got there to switch to Johnny's clothes, they would have been dry 😅

(these were gonna be tags, but it's a lot of fun:)

Johnny crying about how Kerry's gonna put us in a ditch. Like *I've put us in the canal 3 TIMES this playthrough!*

Always prefer the bike though; Handling's better, Narrowness gives more leeway to avoid hitting things, can even drive on the walls and barriers

had a nice shot of the tire tracks where I safely passed over the heads of a couple junkies at the side of a tunnel

That Jackie fic I said V only rides, because they're a terrible driver. They very rarely drive a car, and describe themself as a "bad parking AI" — basically, whatever AI lets you call your vehicle, but isn't fit to drive passengers 🙄

Did give the Murkman car a full driving (and talking) AI like Delamain though, which gave V the versatility to have a passenger. Since Murkman's a reference to Batman, I called it Al — which is both short for Alfred, and looks like A.I.

I miss Al; what started as just a neat option for V to have a car, turned into an involved character. Joined in a firefight once, and got Johnny and Rogue to come when Scavs had V upstairs; couldn't access their phone HUD without their physical phone nearby, but could call vehicles — Al's just capable of understanding and doing more than the usual ride. When Johnny was too drunk to drive, and wanted their next impromptu date destination to be a surprise, V let him tell Al where to take them before getting in.

i do find it funny how everyone in the cyberpunk 2077 community has collectively decided their V is a horrible driver and just made it a character quirk and not reflective of us as players finding it difficult to drive