#tw: groping

[shit-people-probably-didnt-say]

Jesper: A drunk guy went up to Wylan at the bar and full on grabbed his ass, and based on the look Wy gave him I was expecting him to say the most rude things anyone has ever said only to watch Wylan deck him right in the face

Jesper: It was amazing

[undead-merman]

Day Two: Doppelganger in the Mirror

GN-Reader and OC Glass

Contains stalking, groping, and obsessive behavior

Something was watching you. At first, you thought it was your paranoia getting the best of you, some late night shadows scaring you more than they should have, but that wasn’t it. It would happen in the mornings as you were in your bathroom washing up, or in the bedroom as you were changing. Deeply private locations that no one should have been in besides yourself. But you can feel someone’s gaze. Steady and unblinking, you can say that for certain. Its gaze is like anxiety, always chewing at your gut.

So you tell a few people at work about this. Not just any of them, you’d sound like some fucking lunatic. The close ones, the ride or dies at your workplace, you tell them about this stalker or whatever it might be, and they mirror your troubled expression, chewing their lips and trying to think of ways to help. One of them offers to keep an eye out for you and look for anyone staring too long. Another recommends getting cameras for the places that feel the most watched. Without much to go on, you put your plans into motion, purchasing cameras as soon as you can as your pal salutes you as you truck on.

That feeling doesn’t leave. You expect it, your friend is watching you after all, keeping a watchful eye over you. But that should have given you some relief from the steadily growing fear, but it didn’t. Somehow you felt alone, as if in this crowded place you were marked as prey and easily dispatched. You keep your limbs closer, keep your expression neutral, and eyes out for anything.

At the end of your shift, your friend tells you that they did not see a single thing, nobody was really paying attention to you. An irk of frustration worms its way into your heart. You felt it all day, how could they have not seen anything? You manage to shake it out of you, but your friends notice how bothered you are and promise to keep an eye out for you. Do what they can to keep you safe. But they make you promise that if you feel like you are in danger, call the authorities. They can only do so much. You know they were right but hearing it felt like swallowing lead, leaving a sinking feeling in your stomach.

True to their word, they keep an eye out. Each day for an entire week, they made sure to watch over you. Still, nothing helped. Your old nervous tics came back, and you started developing new ones as the stress ground you down under its heel. Your only solace was the camera’s finally coming in. Tears and snot fell from your face as you looked at the solution, the answer to this fucking mess. You set it up in your bedroom, kitchen, bathroom, and link it to your phone.

With that in your head, you foolhardily rest easy that night. The pillow you sleep on could not be cozier, as the promise of answers are sure to come. When the morning sun peeks through and your alarm rattles you awake, you dive into your phone and see a dozen of motion alarms had gone off. With a swish and flick of your finger, the screen displays what feels like a nightmare, not reality.

In the bed you are sleeping soundly, but something in the mirror shifts, yet on the camera there was nothing there. Only in the mirror did something move, as it was standing in the glass itself and moving around in the world reflected by it. It was facing the bed in your mirror, their back looked familiar… far too familiar

You, it’s you standing. You, or whatever this thing was, are still and unnaturally stiff, like your bones had no joints and were made from stone. The Real You was sleeping in your bed. Two, two of you with the other staring with such intense eyes that your stomach churns.

You speed through the clip, and they don't move. Just standing, watching… they finally move after hours of staring and move closer, pressing against the glass and trying to push through. Trying to get to you.

By the time the sun goes up, the visage disappears, and the mirror appears to be normal again, until now. You shutter in desperate fear as your eyes drift over to the mirror. No way, there was no way, it was real. But just to be safe-

You dusted your hands as you placed the industrial strength lid back onto the trash can, making sure that any shards of glass were swept away. With that, you hope that whatever nightmare that was, will never come back.

The first day after the mirror was tossed out was fine. The eyes on you vanish, and you feel a rush of relief, like a breath of fresh air after being without it for so very long. Even your coworkers noticed the relief and relaxation about you. Clapping you on the shoulder, one of them getting you a treat to celebrate.

But the very next day as you woke up, stretched yourself long and proudly, reaching over to check your phone, you felt a breath on your ear. The reflection of your phone, the black screen, revealed a mirror of yourself, and a long eared man smiling back. His lips against your ear like a lover whispering dirty secrets directly to you.

You threw your phone, listening to the screen shatter against the wall and the floor as your hand darted to the shell of your ear. You rub, trying to chase the feeling away with your own stimulation. It felt like it was real, right behind you, but turning you saw nothing. Not a single thing out of place.

Then the puddle right outside your house in the rain. He appeared again, hand curling into your hair before you stomped in it and caused the reflection to ripple and splash. As you were passing by one of the windows you saw them, now with your face again as they smiled and waved at you, the lovesick expression on the face that was stolen from you was sickening.

But the very worst was sitting with your boss, one on one as he spoke to you about how worried he was for you, only to see the stolen visage of you, this time reaching for you gently. Gritting your teeth you could feel their hands on your face, even when you avoided looking in a mirror you could still feel them on you. Say something in front of your boss? No, there's no way you could. He couldn't see it, could he? Your friends didn't. So with your eyes squinted and trying to hold back your shivers of fear, you ask if he sees something on his computer. He turns, looks, and your Doppelgänger hugs you tight, posing for him.

"Nothing that I can see, why?"

Crazy… You're absolutely crazy. This isn't happening, this isn't real. These… things you feel are just little bugs, or the wind, or something. This person in the mirror wearing your face, just a figment of your imagination trying to rationalize these soft little touches.

Through the week, you do whatever you can to avoid your reflection, but it's everywhere. And those hands… They never stop holding you. Never stop grasping or groping.

[yawnderu]

CW: groping/chikan, dubcon, fingering.

Sweat beads on your forehead, your fingers tightly wrapped around your phone, the loud, roaring engine of the bus masking your sounds of discomfort. You can feel a man’s rough, calloused hand grope your inner thigh beneath your short skirt, the scent of cigarettes and hard liquor hit your nose, only grounding your senses even more, making you aware of your situation. 

Amidst the chaos around you and the sense of dread bubbling in your stomach, you force yourself to look at the man. A mask conceals his lower face, a cap pulled down to cover most of his features, except his hair and eyes. You can see danger dancing with anxiety in that dark gaze, his thin brows slightly furrow, daring himself to feel you up more. 

Simon Riley is a broken, disgusting bastard. That’s something he’s very well aware of, and yet he can’t help the sense of excitement that comes from touching you, from blocking your only way out with his burly body, such a monument when you’re small. Unable to tear his gaze from yours, his hand works in tandem with his disturbed brain, cupping your cunt through your underwear. 

“Shh, shh.” It’s not a threat, yet his presence is enough to quiet you down despite the way you want to protest, to ask for help from the bus driver, who seems to be blissfully unaware of what’s going on in the back of the nearly empty bus. You swallow thickly, the sensation of his thick fingers squeezing and stimulating your cunt is making your body react despite the unwanted attention. Your grip tightens around your phone, freezing and unable to control the deep, heavy breaths escaping through your parted lips. 

Simon runs his middle and ring finger to run up and down your clothed slit, the feeling of dampness coating his digits drags a muffled grunt out of him, his chest rising and falling with deep breaths that match your own. His hand trails the outline of your cunt through the thin fabric before moving up, easily sneaking through the waistband of your panties, biting his thin lower lip beneath his face mask to prevent himself from making any noise the moment his fingers are able to touch your wetness. 

“Fuckin’ hell…” He mutters, being as quiet as possible to not get the driver’s attention. Your back arches into his touch despite your clear hesitation, your body acting purely on its own. A shiver runs up your spine as he rubs circles over your erect, sensitive clit with his fingers, spreading your slick all over, not minding the mess he’s making out of you. 

You can hear his breath hitch the moment your legs part voluntarily to give him better access, looking away from him just to make sure no one is looking at you. Completely alone in the back of the bus, a sense of security starts to settle despite the rather unwanted situation at the fact that Simon doesn’t seem to be aggressive, just… a pervert. 

His fingers keep stimulating your clit for a few seconds before moving up and down your slit, his free hand grasping the thin string of fabric you have the nerve to wear beneath a miniskirt. He pulls your tiny panties up, the friction and pressure against your sensitive bundle of nerves almost makes you gasp, forcing your hand up to your lips just to bite on your own skin, trying your best to stay quiet. 

Simon’s lips tilt up into a knowing smirk, the way you’re giving yourself up to such a dog is nearly pure ecstasy for his fragmented mind. His stop is near, and so he doesn’t waste any time. His long, thick fingers sink into your needy cunt, your tight walls wrapping around them, clenching and nearly begging him to fuck you deeper— and like the proper lad he is, he obeys. 

Your walls pulsate around Simon’s fingers, your leg lazily draped over his lap, his hard, neglected cock pressing against your thigh, yet all he cares is how tight your pussy is. He has half a mind to bend you over and fuck you right there and then, though he decides to refrain for now, so have some self-control despite how abhorrently disgusting he is. 

The sounds of your squelching cunt are muffled by the loud engine of the bus, his fingers thrust in and out of your needy walls, forcing your breath to quicken the moment his thumb joins in his sin, rubbing your clit in circles. Your head is thrown back against the headrest, eyes fluttering shut and your lower lip captured between your teeth, biting hard to stop the filthy noises threatening to escape. 

Your hips buck up to meet the thrusts of his thick fingers, so long and rough, yet so good. Your body arches into his touch, a warm palm resting over your mouth to quiet you down as you cum over his fingers, tight walls pulsating as he helps you ride out your orgasm, his large frame hovering over yours almost protectively. 

His hand stops its motions after a few seconds, pulling out slowly and moving your leg off his lap gently, wiping your cum off of his fingers on the supple skin of your shaky thighs, just to leave a personal mark. He has the decency to pull your skirt down, covering you up before he gets up from his seat once the bus reaches his stop. His deep, brown eyes give you one last glance before he leaves without saying a word.

[multianime]

As the two of them and now Katsuki's friends join them on the train, he was waiting for Katuski to sit down next to him. Instead he was surprised whenever it was Mina to be the one to sit down next to him instead. However, if his alpha noticed he would have seen a slight pout seeing as he was wanting to cuddle on the train.

Honestly he feels kind of bad, but as Mina was talking Izuku wasn't really paying attention most of the time. Here he thought he was the one that was on the talkative side, but Mina definitely outdid him on that front. At some point he had even eyed his boyfriend to see if he could switch seats with Mina. But it didn't end up happening. By the end of the train ride he was over, he gives Mina a small smile. "It was nice talking to you, but I'm going to stand over by Kacchan now."

He really did think Mina was nice, but he was definitely all talked out for the moment. Maybe Katsuki felt the same way about him sometimes. He'd have to find out about that later. For now, he was just happier to be over by his alpha. All the others could see that his smile was back now that he was holding hands with the other male again. How he always thought Katsuki was amazing in taking care of him. Seeing as he was also carrying his backpack for him. He never asked Katsuki to do that, the blond just did it because he wanted too.

"Yeah, about an hour and a half." Izuku informs him. He knew that Katsuki could very much take care of him where he didn't have to work. However, Izuku already tried staying at home. It made him realize that he didn't like just sitting around at home. He wanted to feel useful, like he was making a difference. So, he got a job at a restaurant as a waiter. Honestly? He enjoyed it a lot. So it didn't matter to him that he had to go to work. Although, he did miss Katsuki when he was there.

His eyes light up at the mention of Katsudon. "Yes, please!" Izuku said as he giggles. Though it also lead to him nuzzling his head against Katsuki's for a second. His alpha knew him so well and he was super glad he found someone as great as Katsuki. He was certain that the others were probably watching them, but he didn't mind.

◟× 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘'𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍, train whisking them off from the bustle of the damn city. tall buildings soon morph into the quiet peaceful countryside, katsuki eyeing up any business man who has the nerve to stand too close to his baby. luckily, or unluckily for him, mina had plopped down next to deku, chatting the omega’s ear off for the sixty minute train ride to the country.

so, both he and deku grew up in the damn country. his stupid parents preferred it, it helped with their dumb ass muse, his old man had told the alpha one day, like katsuki fuckin’ cared about their dumb muse and designs and stupid ass clothing !! nothing mattered to him more than becoming a hero and deku - that was fuckin’ it. his dumb pack hums, ah’s and nod to one another as they begin to discuss this new development. buncha nosy ass weridos blond alpha thinks as he shoulders deku’s yellow backpack with ease as the train slowly comes to a stop at their destination. cheeks flush, blond scowls as he wraps a hand around dainty wrist and he yanks deku forward with a huff, ain’t a goddamn big deal, ain’t it ? at least, in the alpha’s eyes it wasn’t a fuckin’ big deal, katsuki much preferred the country - it was fucking quiet, not much went on, sans for the shitty ass apple festival held every goddamn year but that was beside the point. blond could let his guard down for a bit, didn’t need to worry about nasty ass fuckers groping or eyeing up his baby here, no. the locals had been well trained as to what would happen if they attempted such a shitty ass thing with him. ❝ we got some time before you gotta go to shitty ass work ? ❞ alpha grunts as he peers down at wristwatch with an ever present scowl. why deku willingly wanted to go work, katsuki would still never understand, he had plenty of money to take care of them both, so why bother dealing with dumb ass foreigners and locals alike? another grumble, huff as he gazes at his watch, leading the way across the street and through a local park. yeah, they still had a good hour and a half before he needed to drop his baby off, fuck. ❝ you want some katsudon ? ❞ katsuki mumbles, suddenly feeling shy. he was used to keepin’ deku to himself, not sharing him with useless extras, but alas. his secret had to be found out some day, right ?

[wlwwerewolfie]

Random rough groping in public to let them and everyone know who the little thing belongs to! Sometimes, you also have to grope them a little rougher to give them a visual hand shape reminder!

[dxrktopaz]

ima just take a spot right here

[guarddogbutch]

i need to be someone's gross older sister. i need to be a pervy girlfailure older sister who makes you sit on her lap and stares at your tits.

[waskatoshi]

Thinking about, Sakusa as a sneaky little pervert. Because of course, he was the weird, silent classmate who was always watching you.

Your first ever encounter with him was disastrous.

Running around the empty halls, trying to get to class was a bad a idea, but even more was turning around abruptly, spilling your overpriced starbucks drink into your classmate impolute white shirt.

Your hands trembled in his chest, trying to clean up everything with paper towel was futile, only worsening the stain more and more. You stumbled around with your words, asking for forgiveness and bowing repeatedly. You were expecting screams, insults, everything except what actually happened.

— Move.

That was the first and only word Sakusa spoke to you. His black eyes pierced through your teary ones. The boy could see the mechanisms in your head working around and failing miserably to come up with something. Your poor heart was shattered, after all, Kiyoomi was your secret little crush.

Every time he would sit besides you in class, your eyes would nervously fall into your lap, your hands would toy with the end of your skirts as a way to evade the strong gaze of the volleyball player.

You messed up hard, you thought.

Sakusa tooked the empty cup from the floor and handed it back to you into a paper towel. Then, he shortly left the hall, walking straight to the bathroom with his splattered clothes. Once he arrived, he maked sure the room was empty. He closed the door and changed his shirt for the extra gym tee he had in his bag.

Kiyoomi sighed.

Your teary eyes and trembling form was cute. Pathetic, but cute nonetheless. It was like you thought everything that happened was all your fault, but in reality it was partially his.

If he had not been too dumbfounded gawking your ass as you walked around, maybe he could even prevet all the mess in his new plain shirt.

You hate him, he thought.

You somehow realized how his gaze fell to your boobs every time you jump around the classrooms, how he ogled at your plump thighs whenever you wore skirts. Or worse, how he memorized your train stops and favorite cafes...

Yeah, you surely realized that he stalked your instagram page every night, jacking off to your bikini pics and skimpy outfits.

At first he thought you somehow reciprocated his feelings, but after a while, you began dragging down your pieces of clothing, closing your legs so he couldn't take a peek of your cute underwear.

Every time his friends would bring your name into a conversation, he tried to play cool, but of course, some of them have already realized his strange infatuation with you...

After all, you were the sweet little treasure Kiyoomi kept to himself.

A few days had pass since the incident.

You were now rushing into the train station, running through the stairs to get to the next ride home. As you tried to squeeze between all the people in line, you completely stopped in your tracks as you saw a familiar figure resting at the doors.

Kiyoomi was angrily leading into the glass, his pretty face covered in a black surgical mask.

You thought to yourself: Should you take the ride? Could you bear all the embarrassment? The doors opened, people went in and out, but you were there. Standing.

As the doors were about to close, Sakusa handed out his arm, grabbing your own with enough force to drag you into the train. You stomped face first into the boys chest.

The people in the train were moving, everyone was too overwhelmed with the lack of air and space. You could even fell the boy's rapid heartbeat as you leaned onto him. You nervously looked up, and Sakusa's legs wavered seeing you in such position: Looking up to him, with your pretty doe eyes and red cheeks. You looked helpless.

— Sorry.- You said as you tried to turn around, seeing him clearly uncomfortable with the closeness. Sakusa opened his eyes, alarmed.

In your sweet, empty mind, giving him your back, was far better than seeing his black eyes piercing down your skull, of course! But now, your ass was fully against his crotch and Kiyoomi's thoughts were racing uncontrollably. He could sense the warm your body emited, the way your breath hitched once you realized the compromising position.

Kiyoomi sighed, trying to calm down.

Of course something like this could happened to him. His sweet little crush was with her ass pressed against his cock, with her skirt all riled up and legs trembling.

— Sorry.- You repeated nervously. The boy ducked his neck down, murmuring into your ear.

— That's everything you say? Sorry?- Your cheeks flushed in the darkest shade of red. How dumb could you be? Of course he hated you! You ruined his shirt a few days ago, and now, you were invading his personal space. You were probably Sakusa's least favorite person to be squeezed in a crowded train right now.

— I'm sorry.- Sakusa frowned, obviously frustrated at your attitude. You were truly the dumbest girl out there. Your voice was sounding like you were about to cry at any moment.

Suddenly, someone pushed him from behind, making him cage your body even more than before. Conveniently, his hands gripped into your hips for support, because of course, Kiyoomi would use a situation like this in his favor!

It was, brief, almost silent, but he heard the prettiest little whine coming from you, and as the sneaky pervert he was, his cock began straining into his pants. Closing his eyes, he tried and tried to not act like the pervert he was.

— Excuse me.

— I- It's okay. I'm the one pressing into you after all, haha.

Were you that dumb? His hard cock was resting against the curve of your ass and his hands were squeezing your hips with enough force to leave bruises. How that could be your fault?

The doors flung wide open and some people left the train to welcome even more. Time passed and Kiyoomi's position didn't budge, if not, it only became worse.

One of his hands carefully lowered to your butt, excusing himself with something along the lines of "I can't move" He used the closeness in his favor, touching your ass and thighs while your breath hitched in your throat and your cheeks burned. You couldn't process what was actually happening, at first you were embarrassed to share such a situation with him, but deep down, you knew how much you were enjoying it.

— You good?- Kiyoomi knew the question was dumb. Your trembling thighs and rapid breathing were saying everything he needed to know.

Suddenly, he stopped.

He had enough fun, he told himself. Because if he tried to test his luck even further, you could possibly get mad and start yelling at him. But surprisingly, you began to move your ass slowly in his crotch, excusing yourself, trying to say that it was all an accident.

You thought you were sly with it, but Sakusa knew best.

He laughed, seeing how his long time crush was a pervert herself. You were actually enjoying it! Getting groped in a crowded train, with all the people there possibly watching... Disgusting! Truly disgusting!

Kiyoomi lowered his hand once again, caressing your inner thighs with his fingers and finally, finally touching your entrance through your underwear.

— Oh, this is your stop.- He quickly said as the doors opened, regaining his senses and distancing himself from you.

Oh, he messed up.

How could he know that this was your stop? You never mentioned it to him before, not even once.

Sakusa nervously looked at you, expecting a dumbfounded gaze, or at least a question, but he was surprised with not only a flustered expression but with a relaxing fact: You didn't even notice it.

Nodding shyly, you tried to left the train as the black haired boy lowered the back of your skirt.

You left the station dissapointed, with sticky thighs and wet underwear.

[honkytonkulus]

library date but I am secretly plotting to sit you at the most secluded table and then tease you while you read. just casually inching myself closer and closer to you until our thighs are pressed together. reaching underneath the table to trace circles on your knee and then higher up to squeeze your thigh, and then higher still to your crotch. not to jerk you off, but I’m implying it really hard by fidgeting with your belt buckle.

[hana-no-seiiki]

YAN! MAFIA / SUGAR PARENT: You need to relax, baby.

READER WHO’S CURRENTLY TIED UP, GAGGED AND FORCED INTO LEWD UNDERWEAR WHILE ALSO BEING GROPED BY YAN!: MMFf UHnn!! (Fuck you!!)

[ilovestrawbs]

Bc I took today why am I so fat ???? Like my hip bones show but my tummy is really out there :( I need to 🌟ve harder . I can't keep looking like this

[zeherili-ankhein]

Got harrassed and groped at the station croud while I was (still am) out right now 💀💀

Like I'm sorry grandpa you couldn't keep your hand to yourself because of my clothes 💀💀 even after I looked at you once to conform it wasn't by mistake

At this point it's so common I wasn't even affected just laughable...

[sankakuto]

I have a lot of thoughts about the first Pyramid Head cutscene (in remake and OG) and I feel like I need to get them out. bare with me.

I'm going to be talking about the first Pyramid Head cutscene and whether or not it is implying SA so heres a TW for discussion of SA

I am a die-hard OG fan, and have been for a decade. I have been in this discussion for so long, and I feel like my take on this might be the less popular take for some reason? but honestly I believe that a player's individual interpretation of the scene is the one that is the most true. in the most simple words - if you see the scene as being s*xual or implying s*xual violence, then that is valid and is just how youve analyzed the scene based on the context you've been given or the life experience you have.

I KNOW Masahiro Ito has said that the scene involves nothing like that, no assault, just Pyramid Head trying to kill some mannequins... but is the creator's canon events of the scene really that important when as a player we see a sexualized monster being brutalized by a bigger, more imposing monster and are made to feel like we're a voyeur to something we shouldn't be watching?

and that feeling has to be entirely intentional as well, considering the scene is actually inspired by a movie called Blue Velvet (directed by David Lynch). the scene in the movie involves the character hiding in a closet while watching someone be SA'd, watching through the gaps in the door. and at the end of the movie, even shoots the perpetrator from the same spot in the closet. the cutscene in the game is a direct reference to this movie, and after watching the movie I can say it has some other influences on the game as well.

but even that is almost completely irrelevant, because as a first time player that doesn't have any context about the inspirations behind the game, and doesn't know about the things that the devs have stated are canon or not, we see something that is raw and uncomfortable and invokes a feeling of disgust. we are not given any other context besides what's directly in front of us. we see a creature that is all legs writhing in pain or agony in front of a thrusting Pyramid Head, who is desperately trying to hold the mannequin in place. and as we view this scene and hide, the Red Pyramid Thing turns his focus to us, and makes James feel like he has intruded upon something he wasn't supposed to see. there is a voyeuristic quality to the scene that adds to the feeling of unease and gives us this idea that something s*xual in nature has happened.

I think that video games are art, especially games like this, and an artist can definitely have a clear or direct implication of the message they are sending (and they can even tell you how it's supposed to be viewed), but ultimately the person consuming the art is going to analyze themes in their own way and find their own interpretation of the idea presented to them. in some way some might consider this type of interpretation to be "headcanon" because the actual canon of the game differs based on Ito's statements, but in my own opinion I do believe this sort of interpretation is just the player coming to a natural conclusion based on the context presented to them.

in other words, I think that it's completely fair to take Masahiro Ito at face value and trust his input that the scene is NOT at all s*xual, but at the same time it is presented in a way that can imply that it is and someone drawing that conclusion instead is also completely valid.

[bxbblegxmbimbo]

God you're such a fucking slut, I can't stop looking at your post saying your ovulating

Holy shit I need to get you pregnant I'm not gonna lie

I just need to leave you so full of my seed while you're ovulating that there's no way your not

I sure am!! I looooooove being a slut honestly not enough girls are really into being a slut 🥰

yknow I loved being pregnant that one time and I got soooooooo milky from it so being preggo is like super duper goals for me and just thinking about swelling up like that gets me so turned on and juicy

[zappedbyzabka]

Daniel is confused when Johnny goes from slob to picturesque housewife once they start dating. He washes and irons Daniel’s clothes, cleans his house spick and span, cooks him breakfast, lunch, and dinner after learning from a book (all the recipes to choose from online overwhelmed him), and takes his suit jacket off for him when he gets home from work, handing him a fruity beer.

He starts styling his golden locks and wearing neater attire again, gazing at Daniel with borderline demureness whenever he’s finished dressing for the day like he’s praying he finds him pretty. (Daniel thought he looked just as good in his band shirts with his hair left alone.)

He asks about it one night after Johnny makes him one too many drinks, and Johnny’s like “I have to be better than every woman you’ve ever dated—and married—ever because I’m a winner, and I feel like I could die happy making everything up to you.” in his apron while baking Daniel cookies for his tipsy cravings before getting on his knees and giving him a mind blanking blowj*b that has him losing it before the timer dings.

He hand-feeds Daniel the cookies.