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[cuttle-creatures]

Makin a fella

[vivi-xxi]

Yelena!!!!! Ye! Le! Na! Omf I'm so gay guys I'm sososo gay. Yelena fucking Belova man.

[aquanutart]

When she was a little Kiko, Lulu loved to put on ribbons and appear before the world to show her precious Slorg! Sadly her owner was such a recluse that nobody noticed much, and over the years she forgot performing for others...

Until recently she found all the ribbons she saved over the years and wanted to have fun again!

(She didn't know which ribbon to wear, so she is wearing them all!)

(Lulu won a trophy!!! She is absolutely delighted and is using it to store her ribbons!)

[meowrimo]

good morning and happy tuesday friendz !! the sun is shining & it’s a brand new day ! i hope it treats you all very kindly ! i’ll been cheering you on !! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و

[mars-ipan]

there’s a lot of reasons to dislike internet discourse but i think my main reason is that it is genuinely completely ineffective like 99% of the time

[harmonizewithechoes]

I downloaded a prompt app to practice writing because I have bigger projects I want to do but I’m super rusty and I forgot how much fun it can be and how fun coming up with ideas is!

I also forgot how every 100 words I write feels like running a mile and I get tired so fast lol it’s like the words are pieces of my soul itself and I only have a much of it to give.

Is this a normal thing to feel and does it get better with practice?

[elliottkeithmusicfan]

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[bakasara]

of course certain types of AI have valuable use! See cancer screening for example.

But these large models of generative AI trained with stolen data and used to output "art", specifically? The thing OP is talking about? If "the people" owned them... they'd still be models that do what they do thanks to that stolen data.

People who are not corporations CAN absolutely make their own models with their own (or otherwise consesually given) data, and some have already! There're plenty of instructions out there on how to make your own AI model. Universities have created their own models - see link above. It's not secret technology.

These personal models are typically far more limited, though, because to make them as complex as the likes of chatGPT you need millions and millions of pieces of writing, visual art, video, vocal recordings, whatever that model is going to be trained on, and the only way to obtain such a massive amount of data is by scraping it from the internet without user consent.

Microsoft alone has invested 13 BILLION US DOLLARS in OpenAI, the startup company who owns chatGPT and Dall-E (among others).

You could argue the world's governments have that kind of money, and thus could create a completely public version. I don't really see writer, actor, and similar artist/creative guilds/unions arguing in favor of giving a government their data to train AI on, though, especially as the consensus has been against so far and for good reason -- because if goes against their direct interest. And unfortunately for genAI, this is not due to their ignorance. It does really go against their interest, mainly because companies and studios have been very clear that they are going to try and use genAI to replace talent. And I really wouldn't advise anyone from the general public to give away to any government all their art, writing, social media posts, recordings, etc. so that a massive publically-owned generative AI model can be trained on it. I'm fine with the government not having free access to my porn and to every other ideal and belief expressed in my art.

So if the public suddenly owned chatGPT (and the like), chatGPT would still work through stolen data. But more importantly, the public ISN'T going to own chatGPT or any of its cousins, and no public actor is going to (or should) obtain permission from millions and millions of citizens to use billions of bits of their data for AI training.

So by all means, I agree that people may have to get used to generative AI, and its specific use to output "art" and text, becoming more and more ubiquitous. But that remains a massive problem in every area of life, from work and school, where students are going through college using chatGPT to skip their homework and trash papers are being published containing completely hallucinated "scientific" misinformation, to artistic fields.

And a fanfic written by AI? Yeah, no, it has absolutely ZERO positive value or merit within the fandom gift economy or its transformative culture at large. It definitely has value in sociology and other academic fields as a phenomenon to be studied, but the fact that people are doing it doesn't inherently produce positive value within the context of its production.

Transformative fandom is predicated upon a belief in the inherent value of constructive human contribution, and in the shared agreement not to steal from each other for personal gain within the community. Members of the subculture who act against these values have historically been pushed to the margins because it is impossible for transformative fandom's core characteristics to continue to reproduce otherwise. So, within transformative fandom? Generative AI has negative value by definition. Using models that have stolen from writers to create your fanfic corrodes the inter-community trust necessary for this type of fandom to live.

This is why those who care about transformative fandom should, and will, continue to discourage the use of genAI to create fanworks. This is especially important at a time when transformative fandom is already being misperceived by many younger members as a space driven by other corporate logics, such as that of profit, engagement maximization, and so-called "family-friendly" sanitization/censorship.

Whatever cultural asset may emerge where genAI would have "positive value" in a fandom... is a type of fandom we wouldn't have seen before and that would literally not be transformative fandom.

do people have no shame anymore?

[madamechrissy]

Baby You're a Star

Art in the banner by Kerravi on x!

Pairings- Pornstar Satoru x shy f!reader

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!? WC this chap- 11.5k (longestt)

Warnings- WOW this chap has it all, heed the warnings - filming porn masturbation ( m) oral (m and f receiving) spit kink HIGH KEY, mentions of cum, multiple rounds, switching positions, size kink, swallowing (M and F) explicit sex, feral Gojo, squirting, mating press, tummy bulges, lots of fucking goddamn- Gojo is whipped mutual pining, obsessive Gojo. Angsty asf in places, lots of jealousy

A/N- Taglist closed- This was so smut filled I took MULTIPLE breaks aha, maybe my most smut filled one ever? don't read in public actually - please comment/rb if you enjoy <3

<<<Chapter Two - Masterlist- Playlist- Chapter Four>>>

Chapter Three

You can’t escape the desire you have, even in your dreams.

Waking up cumming was not just new, it was ridiculous, and you didn’t even know that happened until this morning. Waking up with your cunt throbbing around nothing, and gushing arousal, as your dream was filled with Satoru kissing you, fucking into you with that thick, huge cock, hitting spots deep inside that felt real even in your dreams.

That’s it, sweetheart, cum all around my cock, hmm? Lemme feel her- there you go, baby.

That had done too much to your sleeping brain apparently, because you couldn’t stop cumming either, crying out and whining when you’d touched your cunt and felt the slick coating everything. After shaking violently from it, you’d peeked and seen a good morning text from him, all while you had to go get cleaned up, trying to compose yourself before you texted back.

Jenna calls now, shaking you out of your reverie, and the two of you plan lunch the next day. “You’re having dinner with him?”

“Yeah, but as a… friend?”

“Oh baby, you’re too cute.” You sigh, leaning back as you stir up some dough for cookies you were baking later, the sunlight filtering in through the little kitchen window you have open wide. You peer out into the sky, thinking it’s not as pretty as Satoru’s eyes.

“I do really feel things, but Jenna I can’t not be near him, if it’s as a friend, then it’s as a friend.” Jenna sighs louder than you did. “Are we having a sighing contest?”

“I’ll win any loud moan contest, but your sighs are cuter.”

“Jenna!”

You both laugh then, and a beep sounds on your phones. “Ah, looks like he’s going to stream. Gonna go watch your friend?”

“You’re an instigator. Maybe.” She giggles again, as you finish preheating the oven, scooping the dough onto the parchment paper.

“Be careful, you’re a grown woman, and things change, but don’t forget yourself, okay?” You pause then, emotions catching in your throat at her words. “I’m not trying to be the ‘mom’ I swear.”

“I know, Jenna. I love you, see you soon?” You end the call after she says goodbye, popping the cookies in the oven and turning them on. You set up your laptop, deciding to do some work for the weekend on a project your friend hired you for, but the temptation of seeing Satoru keeps nagging at your mind.

The man certainly has a pretty cock, but you think it’s the way he looks at the camera that fucks you up, it’s probably why he’s so good at it, his job. And he clearly enjoyed it, even though you know he was having a little difficulty with the last shoot, perhaps he prefers solo lately? To think you had anything to do with that was foolish, so you wouldn’t allow the thought.

The timer beeps, you stand up and stretch, turning off the timer and oven then, grabbing a bright red oven mitt and pulling out the sheet pan, smelling delectable, the steam hot and rising, scent filling your nostrils. You loved to bake, especially when you were stressed, and you suppose you were, having feelings for a man currently stroking his cock for the camera was conflicting at best.

You keep trying to tell yourself that it’s not feelings, that you’re inexperienced and confused, but you know you’re lying to yourself. You eye that silver laptop again, remembering the last time, the image of him sucking his own cum off his fingers is burned deep, a core memory at this fucking point. You shake it off, then sigh, giving into temptation.

You’d just tip him a hundred again to be supportive, you tip Jenna all the time, it’s fine, it’s something a friend can do.

Right?

You log in to the onlyfans platform, the black and blue OF making you just a bit nervous, clicking on the stream then, taking several breaths as you click on it. Fully prepared to be soaking wet, the sight that greets you is not Satoru stroking his cock, it’s another woman, her thighs spread, while Satoru runs circles on her clit. She’s propped on his lap, her head against his bare collarbones, moaning.

Your heart shatters then, and it shouldn’t, no you’re so stupid!

You are Satoru’s friend, and it was your choice to check his stream, to tip and be supportive but ultimately you know what you potentially signed up for. You saw him with Jenna, and for whatever reason that had not bothered you- maybe because it was before he touched you, looked at you like that.

The girl in front of him has two of his fingers shoved deep as he has her feet propped up on his thighs while you blink away stupid tears that shouldn’t exist, there’s no anger but there’s so much jealousy you shock yourself. You’re a girl’s girl, you’re supportive, what is this!? You’d like to rip her right off his lap, and you hate yourself for it right now.

You shake it off, looking away as the cookies fill your home with the sweet scent of sugar and chocolate. It should be a cheery morning, but you can’t even focus on anything but the conflict in your heart. You stare back again, hearing Satoru’s soft, husky voice, watching all the comments in the chat while he grips one of her breasts in his big hand.

Her head falls forward, and the way you vividly imagine it being you instead has you heating up, in more ways than excitement, embarrassment - you’d never be that girl for him, you wish you could be that way. But Satoru and you together felt too special, especially to share, how could you fall when this was your idea!?

You can’t be upset.

You take a breath, shutting your eyes and looking away as his voice resonates through the laptop’s speakers, echoicing in the quiet. If you were crazy enough you’d say it sounded different than with you, that he let go more, that you were even wetter when he touched you, but you’re starting to think you’re delusional.

“So, we wanna hit this spot right here, for any men watching, you’re gonna curl up here, that spot feels good, doesn’t it honey?” Your jaw sets, swiping tears from under your glasses now.

“Ah, y-yes Gojo!” Her moan echoes too much, he pauses then, the squelching of her cunt stops, it’s all quiet as he just stares at the camera like he’s staring at you, his lips parted, eyes widening just a bit, but there’s no way.

You’ve lost it.

You tip him the hundred as you’d intended to, quickly shutting your laptop and damn near hyperventilating. What’s wrong with you!? His job is to fuck women, so you saw him touching one, what do you expect? The man had a gang bang scene just yesterday, and dinner with you tonight. You have to shove it all down then, you have to remember what he does.

It didn’t mean it wasn’t special though, for you.

Did he do things off camera with-

Stop it!

The phone rings a few minutes later and you just stare at it, lost in your own head, wishing you could compartmentalize it so much better, that you could separate the two. You were so stupid for engaging and knowing, but at the same time, to not have Satoru seems like something you can’t compute, even if it is just as a friend, even if you can’t be sexual.

Maybe you read it all wrong, that night.

Satoru calls again, shaking out his hand as his co star is now fucking herself quite expertly on a dildo, since Satoru can’t get hard for anything - it’s worse today than yesterday - he decided to turn it into a guided masturbation video. At least his fucking fingers still work, despite jerking off to you so much his cock is raw, remembering your lips surrounding it.

Even fingering her he’s picturing your pussy, fuck he wants to just bury his face in it again, he knows the two of you are ‘friends’ or whatever the fuck this was, but it’s exceedingly difficult when it’s affecting him like this. He keeps wondering if you all sleep together, will it make it worse or better? Was he all in his head, as if you would go for someone like him if he did date.

What was he thinking lately?

He saw your name in the stream and his stomach had dropped - and why, you’re just a friend, it was fine if you wanted to see a bit of a stream and tip, he knows it is to be supportive. You’re supportive and sweet, so sweet, god your taste and scent still haunt him, he’s been dying to see you tonight, in any capacity, but when he saw the name he felt awful.

He only wants to fuck you, touch you, but he has a career and commitments, to get her to agree to this instead of fucking was already difficult and he was slowly losing it as his cock kept refusing to work. Even if he could get it up, he didn’t like the idea of fucking someone else at all, after the debacle of a gang bang yesterday. But even touching someone was doing nothing for him.

Now he saw you leave so quickly, and decided to gently smack his co star’s ass, smiling as he bent her over, murmuring he needs a break. She eagerly took over the spotlight, the opportunity was a huge one for her anyway as a smaller star. Satoru keeps staring at your picture, sighing as he notices the little reflections in your glasses, touching the screen softly.

You saw him touching someone, did you care, did it bother you-

Why is he thinking like this!?

He calls again, and you answer, much to his relief, as his hands let go of the bathroom counter he’d gripped too tightly. “Hey Satoru, sorry I popped in, I thought it was um… you…”

“Jerking off?” He finishes the sentence, leaning back against his wall and shutting his eyes.

“Yeah, I didn’t know you did um… shoots at home. You should get back to it, why are you calling me, silly? Looks like um… you were, ah… doing… good.” You’re breaking out every voice, cursing yourself quietly, why can’t you just speak? You’re shoving it all down, trying not to cry - there’s no reason to!

“Ah, yeah I thought I’d try to teach people how to make women cum, they fail often you know.” He tries to make it light, as his stomach clenches, a sick feeling when he hears your forced laugh.

“That’s very true. Someone should give you a Nobel prize for this work.” He snorts then, as the laughter becomes a little more genuine. “No you’re amazing at that. Why not show them how?”

“You thought I was amazing, hmm?” His tone changes, cock throbbing when he just hears your sigh, picturing you vividly in his mind, while the sounds of his co-star echo, moans and squelching wetness that does nothing for him.

Didn’t he used to enjoy all of this?

“You know I thought that.” Your heart pounds, you have to remember, Satoru is amazing and just because you’re hurt, you can’t be mad or upset at him. He’s not yours in any way, even if you’re starting to wish he was. “Isn’t your co-star waiting?”

“She’s occupying herself fine. It’s not… sex…” Because I can’t get hard unless it’s you. “It’s just a tutorial.”

“Oh,” your relief shouldn’t exist, you shouldn’t care, but to hear that does make you slump over just a bit, before taking a breath. “Do you want to do dinner another day, it’s already four-”

“No, no!” Satoru panics then, since when does smooth pornstar Satoru freak the fuck out and act desperate? “I mean, no. I want to see you tonight. I have time to shower and get there.”

He wants to wash any of this girl off, frantically actually, he wants you all over him, even if it’s just him pleasing you more. But moreso, even if you just wanted to have dinner and that was it, he’d be happy, though the thought of fucking you with his fingers while you eat dessert is insanely tempting, making his tip drool precum quite annoyingly as he glares in the mirror.

“Okay good, I was looking forward to it.” Your whisper is soft and genuine, as he sees the red on his cheeks, the black pupils, just thinking of you shifts his entire face.

Fuck.

“I’ll start getting ready, I think it’s time you see I can get dressed up.” You tease softly, swiping stupid tears and trying to plaster a bright smile on your face as you stare in your mirror. Your eyes are puffy, the color drained from your face, lips trembling - just seeing that has affected your entire face, taking off your glasses so you don’t even have to look at yourself for a moment.

“I bet you’re gonna kill me, you look so pretty any time I see you,” his voice is hoarse, as he spills the vulnerable truth, and the two of you shut your eyes, leaning against your bathroom counters. “But I’m excited to see you dolled up.”

“Are you, Satoru?” You try to hide the insecurities haunting you, hearing his sexy, heavy sigh on the other line.

“Very excited. I’ll see you soon, sweets.”

The two of you hang up and you sigh, eyeing the clock now - you have about two hours to get ready, and you’re so nervous your palms are sweaty and numb. It may just be two ‘friends’ having dinner, but you want to shove that image back you just saw, and focus, and try to look beautiful tonight.

Satoru’s own hands are numb, as he curses, slamming a hand on his forehead, unable to think of anything but you, barely able to pull himself together. When he walks out, Suguru is there, nibbling in the kitchen, raising a brow at him. “You good, Satoru?”

“Fine, I… you wanna finish that for me?” He gestures to the room, while Suguru sips down water. “I think I have a kind of date or something.”

“A date!? Huh?” Satoru just looks away, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I don’t think it’s a date, it’s friends or something? Maybe... I don’t know. Is dinner a date if it's not with a costar?” Suguru rolls his violet eyes, sighing as he washes his hands now, patting them dry with a paper towel.

“You’re acting weird as fuck lately, that cute little good girl got you simping?” Satoru scoffs, rolling his blue eyes now.

“Suguru, just do me a solid.” Satoru pouts, earning Suguru’s scoff.

“Fine, fine, but you owe me one.” Suguru and Satoru enter the room, as Satoru eases the transition, the notes in the chat are going insane, he can’t help but exhale in relief, before pausing at the thought.

Was there some way to save his malfunctioning dick?

*****

Satoru whistles when he meets you at the restaurant that evening, running just a little late, you're sitting there nibbling on your thumb, peering at the menu when he arrives. Your eyes light up behind a different pair of glasses, these have cute red rims, matching the red dress you're wearing that's making him ache.

He hasn't seen you in something like this, not that you weren't always pretty, but when you stand up and he sees how it fits your body it almost takes him everything to hold back. Vividly picturing bending you right over that table and fucking you in front of the entire restaurant, gripping the red shimmery fabric that drapes across every line and curve of that body.

He can't form a word, notoriously known for never shutting up, but he can't think of anything to say, when you shyly look down, hands fidgeting in front of your lap, and he’s standing there sputtering. It’s awkward even, until the waitress comes up and smiles over at Satoru, gesturing to a seat, saying - ‘This must be the friend you were waiting for!’

“I’m sorry I kept you waiting, you look beautiful.” He says finally, pressing a kiss to your cheek, feeling it heat up against his lips. You shake your head with a sweet turn of your lips, kissing his cheek in turn.

“You’re fine, Satoru, I still haven’t learned LA time.” He chuckles at that just a bit, sitting across from you now, before deciding to sit next to you instead, shoulders brushing together.

“This feels more comfy? It feels all formal the other way.”

“Does it feel too… date like?” He falters then, because that was not it, but the doubt has crept in on your face, when the waitress asks you all for your order, and he has to blink back the confusion. “What do you suggest?”

“Want me to order for you?” You nod shyly, god the submissive nature of you makes him ache in way too many ways, knowing how perfect of a girl you’d be for him in every aspect. “We’ll have this,” he says, pointing to the menu now. “And bring two glasses of champagne please.”

“Are we celebrating?” You tease, handing the waitress the menu, Satoru chuckles a bit, shaking his head while you take in how handsome he looks, brushing your fingers against his suit jacket. “You look so good, Satoru.”

“Thank you, sweets.” He holds your hand then, fuck it feels too good, pressing it against the dark red suit jacket that truly only he could pull off, black button down shirt left open, showing enough of his chest to make anyone die over. Your eyes look at it now, a few of the chains he wears resting along the strong muscles, settling between his collarbones. “You’re making me look bad, wearing in that dress.”’

“No way!”

“Absolutely, you are. You’re so pretty, fuck…” He’s brushing back a tendril, as you eye him, that look that drives him insane, the look that’s ruined him since he met you. He tries to smirk, to act calm, teasing, “I look that good?”

“Yes, shit. Sorry.” He laughs softly, shaking his head when you pull your hand back gently.

“We match, great minds you know.”

“Indeed, we clearly coordinated telepathically!” He laughs then, and it's just like that first night, when you and him just hit it the fuck off. It’s comfortable, it’s fun - so fun - that people smile at the two of you, as you laugh like friends for years. It’s how it feels, like you’ve known him, a way you can’t explain.

But you wished it was just the friendliness, not the heat in your tummy when he wipes a droplet of clear, bubbly champagne from his plump lips, if every time his thigh brushed yours you didn’t melt. Someone comes up then, a really pretty girl, and you feel Satoru stiffen a bit, making you tense, sipping on the tart champagne and averting your eyes a bit.

“Gojo, it's been what, a year?!” He smiles with ease, standing and kissing her cheek, hugging her tightly.

“It has been, shit, how you been?” It’s all very Hollywood, their exchange, you feel you’ll never figure it out, the two years you’ve been here after relocating and you still couldn’t get being kissy on everyone.

It makes you think of him earlier, his fingers in that-

Stop that!

He’s saying your name you errantly realize, you plaster on a smile as she looks at you curiously, eyeing you up and down. “Co-star?”

“No, no, she’s my friend. She’s a good girl.” He winks down at you, and she giggles then, holding her hand out.

“It’s awesome to meet you!”

“You too. Are you um…”

“A former co-star, yeah. Satoru is the best in the industry.” Ah, so she fucked him, too. You want to be petty and scowl and you hate yourself for it more.

You never, ever are like this.

You never have been.

She’s touching his shoulder and making you sick, when your eyes catch a familiar face, a man standing with a group of other men, smiling over at you, he’s one of your co-workers that is always working. You wave at him while Satoru finishes his conversation, and he adjusts his tan jacket, touching the arm of one of the men, letting them go as he walks to you.

You tense just a bit, while the girl finally leaves, and Satoru’s sitting next to you once more, as his phone rings. He turns it off, jaw tensing when a blond man takes your hand and bends down at the waist, like some old school gentleman, pressing a kiss to the back of your delicate wrist, the pretty bracelet slides down your arm as he does it, and he watches your blush.

The fuck.

He was trying his best to get that girl to go on, so he could get back to talking to you, but now some random guy has your attention, and Satoru doesn’t like it, not one fucking bit. “Nanami, this is Satoru.”

“Nanami, huh?” He leans back, flipping off his phone again, you look at him curiously.

“Need to grab that?” You ask, and he shakes his head, swiping it off once more, ignoring his manager while this Nanami guy eyes you behind green glasses.

“You look stunning, is that alright to say?” You giggle again, Satoru glares at you, how dare you giggle at him!?

He told you that you looked beautiful. Did you giggle?

He wants to punch this smirking man in the face.

What’s wrong with him!?

“Thank you, Nanami, I guess you don’t see me too dressed up at work, huh? You always dress so well.”

“Oh stop, you’re flattering me. And this is your…” He trails off, looking at Gojo, who has to wipe the glare off his face for a moment.

Say it, Satoru.

More than a friend.

You look at him then, as if you’re waiting for him to say that, to say something, while Nanami’s lips quirk up just a bit, making Satoru want to smack him again. He takes a breath, smiling then instead of glaring, but his hand is on the small of your back. “We’ve become close friends, very quickly.”

“Oh? I’ve known her for a long time,” Nanami says, rubbing the back of his neck and looking away. You look at Satoru, whose phone starts ringing again, and he curses, rolling his blue eyes. “Need to take that?”

“It’s my manager, they have horrible timing. I’ll be right back.” He murmurs, you smile understandingly, while his manager trips on him about earlier.

He knows his dick doesn’t work, and now he knows he hates touching anyone, but he doesn’t know how to explain it to anyone when he has no fucking clue why this is happening. He’s obsessed with a sweet, shy little thing that is currently getting hit on by a dude buffer than him.

Maybe he’d be good for you.

Satoru is too petty to admit it though, glaring instead while his manager goes on and on. “Listen, I get it, you need content.”

“We need you with women, a lot of your viewers are men, they’re not gonna tune in to watch you solo. Find someone that works for you, I don’t care who at this point, but we’re just not gonna make profit if you keep turning down roles. Or, I heard, you shoved a girl off on Geto.”

“I didn’t… shove her off, I just…” Satoru frowns again, the blond man is sitting next to you in the other seat, your eyes are on Satoru however they turn away when he catches your gaze.

He just wants to fuck you right in front of that fucking man now. God, if you would be interested in starring in something, you’d make bank, it’s not just his obsession, your pussy is the prettiest one he’s seen. Your tits, your body, they’re all so sexy, and your pretty face with those glasses? You’d kill any sexy nerd shoot there was.

“Satoru!”

Shit.

He can’t get the vision of you in some slutty ass librarian outfit from running through his head.

“Yeah, I got it. I’ll try to get something going, I mean I was gonna do a solo tonight anyway.”

“That’s fine, but remember you’re a lot more than just Onlyfans. You’re a star, Satoru, that comes with a certain level of appearances. So whatever is going on, you gotta get it together, or we’re both not making shit.” He sighs, leaning back against the wall now, eyes going back to you, giggling at something he’s said.

He’s too close to you.

Why does he mind so much?

“I’ll get a shoot done.” The words feel horrible, the thought of fucking anyone else just seems like an impossibility, and he doesn’t know how to compute it in his mind.

What did you do?

“Alright, I expect some video with a woman - not with Suguru. Though…”

“I’m not fucking Suguru.” He chuckles as people look at him a bit, running a hand through his white locks. “He is pretty but not my type.”

“He’s gonna be your type if you turn down every other actress.”

“Ugh.”

“Mmhmm, talk to you later.” He hangs up, frowning at his phone, trying to gather himself before he does something so stupid, jealousy filling him and for what?

You’re talking. You’re not his. He had his fingers buried in a girl this morning, why does he care if you did anything? He knows you’re not that girl, though, but you choose to be with him. It makes him feel far, far more special than he’d admit, the fact that you want him, that you trust him. Was he mistaking the look in your eyes, was it just desire there?

“If you are single, would you mind a date sometime? I haven’t had so much fun talking in a long time.” Nanami says softly, making you look down shyly, lashes casting shadows on your cheeks from the soft lights hanging above you in the dimly lit, pretty restaurant. “Am I too bold?”

“No, no. I just haven’t been on a date in forever.” Satoru feels like he’s been punched in the chest as he hears, nearing the table and acting like he didn’t wanna yank you to him and kiss you then and there.

But he chose to tell him you’re friends, that’s what you were, a friend he wants to fuck all night in every position imaginable. Then lick his own cum out of your cunt, abused from his cock, and fuck you all morning. God he can’t stop thinking about them all, have you dragged on his face, his hands on your waist, let you ride his mouth till he couldn’t breathe.

Real fucking friendly.

Satoru’s hands grip and release while he hears your answer, “I will think about it, Mr. Nanami, it may be fun.”

That’s almost a yes.

Fuck.

“Think about what?” He asks with a smile, leaned back in the booth, a hand brushing your bare thigh under the table, where your dress had slid up from you sitting, he feels it tense while he drags his fingertips across it, eyeing you then.

Was Satoru trying to confuse you more? You look at him again, some toxic part of you that you don’t recognize wants him to claim you, what the fuck was that!? You have never been that way, you’ve never been a lot of things until you met this blue-eyed man, however, and even with a handsome Nanami flirting, you can’t get Satoru’s moans out of your mind.

Snap out of it!

“A date with your lovely friend. You two are just friends?” He looks between the two of you now, and Satoru opens his mouth, but what can he say?

It’s what you ‘are’.

Would he be worthy of dating you if he wanted to, when his job was fucking other women? You didn’t deserve that, you deserved to be the only one, fuck you literally had become his one singular, consuming thought. He smiles good naturedly, eyeing you now, watching you bite your lower lip, teeth digging into the plush of it, while your thighs tremble just a bit.

“We just met at a party a few weeks ago, but we are really close. Quickly.” He murmurs.

“Can’t see you partying.” Nanami’s hand comes to touch your other thigh, and for a girl who hasn’t had any in forever, the sensation of two big hands on your thighs is addling your mind. “No offense, darling you seem a little straight laced…” his words are trailed off with his hand squeezing gently.

Satoru scowls at him.

Is he touching you!?

Do you like it?

“I don’t party, it’s true.” You smile now, a hand over his, thumbs brushing his knuckles, while Satoru’s squeezing so hard you wince before he realizes it, letting go of his grip, but the hand staying on your knee. “I think we could go on a date sometime, as long as it doesn’t make work weird.”

“Not at all, all right I’ll leave you two to hang out then,” he stands, holding out a hand for Satoru, he squeezes the shit out of Nanami’s hand with a forced smile, only for Nanami to squeeze tighter. And fuck he’s strong. Then, he takes your hand, murmuring a - “I’ll see you at work, then,” and kissing the back of your hand. “Darling.”

Darling.

Satoru will show him darling.

You giggle, only pissing him off more, nodding shyly, fuck you’re cute even when you’ve made him furious. He’s shared women so many times he can’t count, even girls he got closer to, regular girls that you could almost say he ‘dated’ he’d still regularly bang out with his friends. He’s not possessive in general, he’s open minded and a free spirit.

Or he was!?

“Sounds good, Mr. Nanami.” He hates how you say his name, when the man in the khaki suit and dumbass cheetah tie leaves, finally. “He’s so sweet.”

“Yeah, so sweet.” You look at him then, narrowing your eyes curiously.

“You don’t like him?”

“I don’t know him. Seems boring, pretentious.” You blink in confusion, eyeing the retreating figure walking out, he even waves at you, which you return.

“He doesn’t seem like either to me. Satoru, you said we are just friends, are you worried that we won’t… do all that we do if I date someone?” Your words drop to a quiet murmur, and he sighs.

“Yes I would be very upset if I didn’t get to taste you again, why wouldn’t I be? It’d be a fuckin’ tragedy, sweetheart.” His words are too husky, when he leans against you, turning just so, his fingers slipping up your inner thigh, a side of sweet, nice Satoru you hadn’t seen yet, you almost think he looks…

He can’t be jealous.

Right?

You're delusional.

“I don’t just sleep around, so if we went on a date I wouldn’t do that. But, if I hit it off, and got serious, I wouldn’t continue our… lessons. I can only be with one person at one time.” He tenses then, is he going to lose you before he even gets you? “I don’t care if you do the same, I know it’s your job, but I couldn’t.”

“I’m not fucking anyone right now. My manager is bitching at me about it.” You tilt your head curiously, the chandelier earrings dancing in glittering prisms along your neck as you study him. “I’m having issues on set.”

“Is everything okay?” You ask, concern in your voice now, as he shakes his head. “Satoru, what's wrong?”

“I’m not in a good headspace it seems, the gang bang I failed, and I pushed the girl this morning on Suguru. So if I don’t give my manager something, they’re gonna be pissed. And no money for us if I can’t show up.”

“What’s wrong though, you seemed fine with Jenna in what I watched? Is this a new problem?” God you’re clueless to your effects, aren’t you? You touch his thigh too, instantly making his cock hard, looking down and getting flustered, he feels your heat, just making him harder. “You seem to work fine to me. Are the cameras getting too stressful?”

“I don’t know, but it really is a problem. Do you think… you could help your very handsome, amazing friend out?” You look up at him, curious.

“Help how?”

“Your good video skills, film a hot jerk off stream, good angles? Maybe that will get enough money he’ll chill some until I get over this.” You look away, the images of Satoru stroking his cock are burned in your brain. “Too much?”

“No, no. I can help, I feel I am taking up your time-”

“You’re not.” He cups your face then, turning it to him. “You’re never taking up my time, I enjoy being here. Okay?” You exhale, fuck had you been worried about that!?

How could you not know how badly he craves your presence?

“I feel bad that you’re going through this, is it the lesson?”

“The lesson did bring your taste into my mouth, and maybe no one tastes as sweet, it’s true,” his thumb brushes across your jaw line, smiling at how embarrassed you get then. “I think your taste would help me out.”

“Then, I’ll film you, but I can’t guarantee the quality.”

“It’ll be impeccable.” He raises two fingers, making your mind go to places it shouldn’t, you know another ‘lesson’ or session, or any time at all with Satoru was dangerous.

You’re teetering on the edge of feelings constantly, but you can do this, right, separate the two? He seems so good at it, at being your friend and then doing more, and you almost failed completely. You almost couldn’t say yes to Nanami because you are currently so delusional you think this star is so interested in you for more.

You have to accept him for who he is, no matter what, this was your choice to join his life at all. You take a breath now, trying to flip that switch off, the one that can’t stop thinking how much you’d love to kiss him, every minute of every day. The side that’s upset his fingers were inside someone, you have to throw her aside, and enjoy what’s here while it’s here.

He makes you question so much constantly, like every minute spent under that cerulean gaze brings out a side of you that you never knew of, some inner sexual side that only he can ignite. It’s so beautiful and special, his breath against your lips, you want to press them to yours, but so unsure, was he not about to be affectionate in public with you?

Was this just left for home?

He changes your thoughts when he kisses your forehead, far too sweet, then your cheeks, hot to the touch, down to your nose, making you giggle, relax. “You never ever waste any time.”

“I needed that.” You exhale, kissing his lips quickly as he smiles against your lips, and you pull back quickly. “I’d love to help you out.”

“I’ll make it worth your while, pretty.” His thumb brushes the slick on your upper thigh, right by your panties, watching your lashes flutter shut, as you take a shaky breath. “Come back to my place?”

“For the night or…”

“Yes.”

“Are you sure-”

“Yes.”

“Okay.” Satoru’s paying the bill, signing a signature and leaving a hefty tip, then, holding out a hand for you.

“Did you drive here?” You shake your head, and he smiles, snatching up his phone now. “Perfect, I’ll have my driver take us over.”

*****

The second time coming to Satoru’s home was a little different, you were more comfortable, slipping off your heels now, he bends down to help you again, kissing your knees as he does, hands slipping up your thighs. Your hand brushes a lock of his white hair back, the unreal way you feel this comfortable, this drawn to him, makes your heart ache.

You’re so scared you’ll get hurt more, but you can’t stop yourself from being near him, from him looking at you like you’re the only fucking girl there is, are you so delusional?

Just enjoy it.

You close your eyes, sighing as he stands, kissing your lips again, easing your hand bag off your shoulder, brushing his thumbs across the mark it’s left on your shoulder. “Want another drink?”

“Yes please, if I’m going to be a porn director.” He laughs softly, shaking his head and taking off his suit jacket, laying it across the back of a chair when he pulls out the same bottle you’d sipped last time.

“You liked this one, hmm?” You nod, surprised he’d remember, taking the sweet liquid in the crystal glass, fingers brushing now. “Don’t get drunk though, I can’t have a shaky ass camera.”

“So demanding already, you really gonna make it worth my while you say?” You’re trying to tease back, like you can breathe or function in his presence, he just sighs, brushing back your hair behind your ear.

“That and more, sweetheart. We have hardly started doing things together, there is so much I can think of,” his hands slip lower, down the side of your neck, watching the goosebumps raise as he does, sighing at how perfect you look in his kitchen. “So many positions.”

“How many are there!?” He laughs now, at your embarrassed little look, pressing a boop to your nose.

“You’re endlessly adorable. Corruptible.”

“Oh!” He’s taking his own glass now, guiding you by your hand.

“Suguru’s out for the night, so we won’t get interrupted.” He’s leading you to his room, yanking off that black top, pausing as he sets up the ring light and grabs the camera, handing it to you, fingers brushing against each other. “You ready?”

“Ready,” your squeak of an answer makes him pause, taking your free hand, putting it on his bare chest as your heart hammers, trailing the hand lower to his belt and swallowing. “Need help?”

“Yes, I do.”

He needs you.

He’s desperate for you, fuck.

You’ve helped him undress, on your knees on the soft, plush carpet, when you start the stream, and he starts stroking that long, thick length right in front of you, he keeps looking at you, even when you gesture to the camera. He’s moaning, spitting on his tip, making it slicker for his big hand which still can’t come close to covering it, twisting and moving it all for you.

For his fans.

It’s hard to remember them when your cunt throbs, when you’re so overheated you can hardly stand it, and Satoru’s talking, low and hoarse. “Gonna cum so much, fuck…”

When he’s cumming you damn near do just looking, thighs pressing together for that friction, mouth fucking dry when your shaky legs nearly give out, while you come from a lower angle, reading the comments of his spurting cum, shooting up against his silvery happy trail, sticking all over, making you ache to drink it up.

“Fuck, I’ve made a mess, need someone to clean me all up.” Satoru whispers, while you barely are able to hold up the camera any longer, the livestream is avid with questions, namely - who is filming Satoru Gojo? And offers from many viewers to lick every bit of him up.

Satoru should stare at the camera, but he’s looking up into your eyes instead, stroking his cum soaked length slowly, just pumping more cum out of his tip, so much it’s ridiculous, dripped down to his balls and inner thighs. You swallow nervously, tummy clenched with desire, knowing you needed to stay quiet for the stream of curious viewers.

Satoru murmurs cut then, and  you do just that, shutting off the feed, and setting down the phone with a shaky hand, clearing your throat. “They loved it I think.”

“C’mere.” He crooks two fingers, and you eagerly obey, walking up to him now, tempting him to no end with the way your eyes drink him in. “On your knees, sweetheart.”

You obey again, eagerly in fact, looking up at him under lowered lashes as his clean hand slips up the side of your pretty neck, then around to the nape of it, entangling in your locks. Your soft whine and shift of your hips are all he needs to know you’re enjoying it, your hands obediently on your thighs, as if waiting for his every order, so sexy he feels his cock twitch back to life.

“Do you want to clean me up?” He asks softly, but the command in his tone is there, you nod and he exhales, tugging you towards him then. “Then do a really good job, sweets. Lick every bit clean like a good girl, and I’ll reward you.”

“I’ll do a good job.” Your whisper wrecks him, as he guides your head down, and you suck him, still hard, into your hot, eager mouth. Your soft whine vibrates around him, his head falling back as your mouth moves.

He can’t help but think of earlier.

A date, you were gonna go on a date, and he hates the idea, no, he fucking detests the idea in fact, the rage alone making him fuck your throat deeper, harder, feeling you gag and choke on him instead of anyone else. He shouldn’t feel possessive over his friend, a friend who’s sucking his cum, who’s swallowing him up, all he can think is his, his, his.

But you weren’t his.

How could you ever be?

Satoru’s never felt anything better than your throat, except he’s a million percent sure your cunt is better, he knows it would suck him up so greedy. When tears fall from your pretty eyes, it’s hotter than any blow job he’s had on set, the eagerness and desperate need to please far surpasses experience, your glasses fogging up when you pull back to take a breath then.

Satoru looks at his slick, spit covered cock, to thin trails of saliva disintegrating between your lips as you pull back, swiping at your lower lip. “How did I do?”

“Perfect.” His whisper is genuine, the words feel too good, you know you should stop, that you already wish he was yours, but you’re too addicted to how those blue eyes make you feel like you’re the only girl there is.

Even if it’s an illusion, a trick of your brain, or a practiced look.

The feeling is too euphoric not to be corrupted by it.

“You did such a good job, look at it, not any cum left. You sucked it all down, so greedy huh?” His hand comes under your chin, squeezing your neck gently yet so possessive, he wants to say it - his - but he knows he can’t. But it’s too easy to teeter off the edge, when your breaths come faster, breasts pressed up in that dress, rising and falling with each one.

“Satoru… I can keep going.” Your soft voice nearly ends him, little hand stroking his cock again.

“I was thinking of something, but if you don’t want to, it's okay.” You blink a bit then, tilting your head, tendrils falling against your bare shoulders.

“What is it?”

“A scene with me, but not showing your face at all,” your gasp and pull back makes him sigh. “It’d be like me eating your pussy, we could have it zoomed so no one sees your face.”

The thought, along with Satoru's sweet cum down your throat makes your tummy clench, while he brings out more and more of you that you didn't know existed. Your hands tense on his thighs now, taking a shaky breath, fingers along the downy hair on his thighs. “I don’t… Satoru you have a million options for costars-”

“I want yours. It’s the prettiest I’ve ever fucking seen.”

“Satoru…”

“It is. Wanna argue about my expertise here?” You just get more flustered and flushed, looking down nervously, but he tilts your chin with his big hand, angling your gaze upward. “I’ll split all the pay, you get eaten out, and anonymously. I’d never tell anyone, I’d never risk your career or anything. But I do need to do one, and I hate the thought of it not…” Satoru trails off now, the words sinking in.

“You like eating me out that much?” Your whisper makes him chuckle then, nodding and swallowing nervously.

“That pussy is perfect. How about we film it, and you watch it, and if you don’t want to, I just keep it to jerk off to…” Shit, he said that.

He’s so desperate and pathetic.

But you flush again, surprising him with your nod.

“Shit really!?”

“We can film it for us to watch, and… I doubt I’ll be okay sharing it, but we can see if you- ah!” Satoru’s got you lifted so fast you barely can blink, unzipped and turned in moments, leaving you in the prettiest red lace lingerie that makes him groan, his fingertips trembling on your skin. “I said probably not, don’t get excited.”

“I’m excited to bury my face between your thighs again, sweetheart.” You cry out when he’s pressed you on the bed, spreading your thighs and groaning, fingers tugging at your panties.

“How can you make sure my face isn’t there?” You ask softly, he grabs the camera and the stand then, cock just swinging around, balls smacking his thighs, so used to being naked he doesn’t realize his effects. You can’t stop staring when he gets it at the perfect angle, clicking his tongue.

“Just like that,” he murmurs, viewfinder showing your pretty cunt up close, he’s almost furious to think anyone could see it like him, but his career is teetering on the brink of nothing, and if you truly were okay with it, he only sees it as a win.

You broke his dick and now he’s begging to just lick you, and split pay with you, he never thought he’d be so pathetic, but it’s no wonder, thumbing your pussy and spreading it, sighing. “Mnh!”

“So, to keep it anonymous if you decide to show this, don’t speak too personally, okay sweets?” You nod shyly, gasping as he shoves your thighs up. “Also, hold them up high, so all we’re getting is a view of your pussy.”

“Yes, sir.” You tease, but his cock starts leaking again, earning his moan.

“Don’t speak too much, to be safe, I don’t ever want you to feel like anyone would know it’s you. Speak when we’re done, though, you can absolutely moan.” You nod, so nervous, what are you doing!?

It’s as if Satoru Gojo brings something insane and wild out, because there is a thrill of your pussy on camera suddenly, and knowing he is about to worship you, potentially in front of people has your cunt drooling for him. He hits record then, angling his face so his tongue was in perfect view lapping up the arousal, exhaling now as he shoves your thighs up higher.

Perfect, you’re perfect.

“God, look at this pretty pussy,” he murmurs into the camera, parting your folds so all that syrupy arousal can pool out, he hears your sharp intake of breath, watches your red nails pressing into the plush of your thighs. His cock is already back hard, he has to stroke it and whines out as he laps you up, making you gasp.

He's slurping you then, head tilted just so the camera can see, smacking your clit gently, watching you jerk, pressing your thighs up higher and tilting the camera so it's higher, right over his head, looking at it and the reflection of your perfect cunt while he slips the tip of his tongue up. You're moaning at the sensations, twitching hips bringing your cunt more in his face.

Satoru can't stand it, how good you taste, he wondered if it was an illusion but no, you are the sweetest thing he's ever had. “You're so wet, god, take a look…” he's fingering you now, and you hear it while he watches it, glimmering from the soft ring light glowing on your perfect pussy. Making him so dumb he's just burying his face then, forgetting he's filming.

“Mnh!” You're trying not to call out his name, thighs still so high you can't see his face, to protect you from getting seen, until he adjusts it, spreading your thighs further, leaning up to look down at you under lidded eyes, chin coated in your slick. “Satoru…”

“You okay sweets?” His whisper touches you, his concern for you even during this, making sure you're okay. You nod and he exhales in relief, kissing you for a moment, knowing it's what you need, brushing your hair back, sighing as he looks down at you. “You're doing so good. Can you cum for me, baby?”

You nod again eagerly, and he’s dived back down, fingering you with two curled right in your cunt, hitting that spot that blinds you every time, his moans so filthy, guttural while he watches, angling his wrist and hitting something then, you feel so much pressure you panic, gasping, writhing under him.

“Oh my - ngh! Fuck!” You’re struggling to keep your voice a whisper, palming your mouth while you shatter.

“That’s it, right there, cum for me, lemme drink it up. Let everyone see how much you love my fucking tongue.” Pornstar Satoru was ridiculous to handle, hitting you with his fingers and the tip of his tongue on your clit, when the pressure releases, and your orgasm hits so hard you can’t help but scream, twitching as he pulls back in surprise. “Fuck, you’re squirting f’me?”

You have no clue what he means, you don’t see it as it starts pouring all over, making a mess, wet spot under you even as Satoru grabs you by the fat of your ass, licking up as much as he can. You’re a twitching, soaked little mess, your hands gripping his hair now, screams echoing in the room while he eases off you just a bit now, ready to fuck your slick, messy cunt.

He trembles as he pulls back and does one more shot, pressing a sweet kiss to your pussy before shutting off the camera, and leaning up, kissing you, so desperate, while your slick thighs rub together, and you feel the mess. He pulls up and takes a breath, flipping you then, making you gasp, handing you the camera while he kisses the backs of your shoulders, hands on your ass, spreading it wide.

“Watch it, sweetheart,” he whispers, kissing across your shoulder blades, brushing your hair to one side while you barely have the strength to press play, and that’s when you see it. “Look how perfect you are.”

Your pussy right on camera, and him eyeing it like he’s worshipping it, like you’re his fucking altar and his mouth is that offering. Your cunt starts throbbing while he works you, kissing every inch of your body as you fall more and more into the abyss of sin, of lust, of desire- of Satoru Gojo.

“You love it, don’t you baby?” His words are hot against your ear, while you watch him on the screen licking your cunt, watch your thighs tremble, all while he’s behind you, sinking his two fingers so deep in your quivering hole again. You arch your back, moaning now, it feels so good you can’t stand it, so erotic watching this video you two took, while he’s fucking you with his thick fingers.

“I do, but it’s insane… ah! Satoru…” He sighs now, taking his fingers out, pressing them into your mouth for you to suck, which you quickly obey, eyes fluttering shut, the image of his tongue fucking you reflecting in the darkness.

“Keep it for us, or share? It’s all up to you. I’ll never pressure you either way,” he’s soft then, turning your chin as he lays heavy weight over you, and you eye the phone now, hand shaking just a bit, to close it out or to share, he takes your hand, steadying it. “It’s fine to be how you are, you’re perfect, okay?”

“It’s fine to be how you are, Satoru Gojo. A… question, though.” He sighs, leaning close, while he keeps holding your hand, hovering just so.

“Mmhmm?”

“Would I be your favorite co-star?” Your teasing question makes him laugh at the ridiculous nature.

You’re the only one he can even get hard for.

“You’re the prettiest, yummiest, sweetest co star I could have,” his words are just a little broken, as he almost says more. That he hopes your date sucks with that Nanami guy, that he’s planning to show up at your work tomorrow to glare at that man, that he’s become fucking obsessed, but instead - “How could you think you’re not?”

“And we’re… still friends…” You ache for him to say - no, it’s more - but he nods, against your neck, pressing kisses against it. “Even if we fuck?”

God.

He’s dying.

“You think I wouldn’t be your friend anymore? I’m not the guy to get what he wants and go. I promise.” You nod then, smiling just a bit, and tap the share button then, surprising both of you.

“Holy fuck, I did that…” Your whisper is met with Satoru’s kisses now, as your video plays for all to see, your moans on camera mixing with the ones induced from his play, one arm wrapping your body as his cock presses insistently against your ass, hot and heavy.

“Stop me now, because I can’t think of anything but fucking your pretty pussy raw right now,” his desperate words and dilated eyes just serve to ruin you, when you arch your ass up. “Fuck, you sure?”

“I want you inside me, please,” he eagerly leans back, gripping his cock and lifting your thigh, pressing into your tight ring of muscles, almost cumming from the fucking tip. “Ah!”

“You’re so tight, relax I don’t want to hurt you, please.” Satoru whispers it as he grips your chin.

You nod, as he is slipping a little deeper from the back, the stretch burning so deliciously, you’re convulsing while the viewers are going wild over Satoru’s devoted pussy eating skills with his mysterious, faceless co-star. His silk hair brushes your cheek as he exhales heavy in your ear, whispering your name.

You eye the video, the comments, vision blurry, while he sinks his cock deeper, and he moans as he reads the comments to you, filling your cunt so full of his cock, inch by inch - and there are so many, each thrust deeper while you cling to his wrists, his arms wrapping you. He keeps reading them, even as he shoves in all the way, making you jerk and gasp.

“Perfect pussy, look at Satoru go, god she’s so wet for him, she’s cumming so much - is she squirting? Look at that, you’re a regular star, huh? F-fuck…”

“Mnh!” Your eyes roll back in your fucking skull now, lost in him, lost completely. So deeply unraveled under him you can’t remember what this is, that it’s a friend, that it was a scene, that you’re now the girl who did that, anonymous but to know it’s you on that screen with Satoru devouring you does something, fuck it does too much.

He’s murmuring more comments, and his huge cock is stretching your slick, tight heat beyond its means. “That’s it, you love it, huh? They all want to be in your place, or they want to lick you instead, but it’s me, isn’t it baby?” He shouldn’t be possessive, he tries to tell himself it over and over, but how can he not be, when he’s shoved in so deep, he feels the bulge of your tummy, groaning. “Feel me, sweetheart?”

You can’t speak, just nodding desperately, while the feed goes insane, watching your cunt squirt on Satoru’s face while he’s buried inside you, filling you to the hilt, stretching you out so good you forget to breathe. “Toru!”

He pauses at the nickname, your slurred words and pulsing cunt ending him, he could almost cum then and there and he has amazing stamina, but he has to hold back, wrapping a hand around your throat and leaning up on an elbow while you gush down his cock. Satoru kisses up your neck hungrily, eyeing your pussy on the video and then your face, your eyes almost black with pleasure.

“Only I can hit that spot, hmm?” His tip drags along your spongy spot now, and you’re twitching, nodding, so consumed as he surrounds you, breath against your neck, moans in your ear, hand squeezing your throat just so under your chin. His cock twitches as he shoves deeper, impossibly deeper, while you helplessly grip the blankets beneath you. “Answer me, like a good girl.”

“Y-yes.” Your whisper drives him insane, feral, the way your walls quiver around his cock is exquisite, that grip unreal, but more than anything it feels perfect.

“Made for this cock, aren’t you pretty?” The words fall out before he can stop them, and your eyes rolling back, drool spilling out of your mouth while your cunt is pulsing is his answer. “Perfect, fuck…”

“Mnh!” You can’t take it, his words urging you when he shoves his cock so deep, the tip bruising your cervix, making you scream as his guttural moan fills the room, his hand squeezing just enough pressure to make your orgasm blinding, white hot.

“Cumming all over me, so good, listening f’me, hmm?” You just nod weakly, gasping when he flips you to your back, lifting your thighs and shoving them wide, slapping the tip on your slick cunt and groaning. “Wanna watch me fill you up?”

You nervously nod, swallowing now, and he sees it, you’re overwhelmed, he leans down, kissing you, and you’re desperately clinging to his back, eagerly kissing him despite being damn near slack jawed. You exhale nervously, eyeing him is even more intimate, impossibly more, his plush lips still tasting like your honeyed arousal from earlier.

“If it’s too much, tell me, I want you comfortable.” It’s hard for him to speak, but he does, making sure to reassure you, kissing your forehead before he leans back.

“It’s intense, Satoru but… I want it.” He moans at that, sliding his cock back inside, sucking in a breath when you’re gripping him fucking tighter this time, slipping in slowly, inch by inch. “Ah! Satoru, so d-deep!”

“I am, huh? I can get deeper, baby.” You cry out when he shoves his cock in deep with a sharp thrust, and then pauses, eyeing that bulge in your stomach. “Look.”

“Look at… oh.” You’re heating up at the image, and he’s all about angles, he makes sure your eyes catch every bit of his slow thrusts, filling your tummy full of his enormous cock, too much to take, but your cunt is willing and eager, struggling to take his size.

“Fucking you so deep, see it? Your body is so small compared to my cock, pussy stretched too much, f-fuck… god look at you…” He’s losing it, he was trying to talk sexy to you, which comes naturally, but now he’s just obsessed with the image, thin white brows lowering over his eyes, while he slams inside you, your thighs trembling as they wrap his slutty waist. “Oh my god…”

“Satoru… ah!” He’s done, he’s fucking lost in you, in your eyes when he shoves your thighs up, gripping your face with his huge hands while he’s got you bent in half, slamming so hard you scream. “Too much!”

“I need all of you, fuck… can you take more?” His eyes are so bright blue they burn to look at, but you can’t stop yourself, nodding and cupping his face in return.

“Kiss me please.” He moans at that, slamming his lips down when he rocks his hips, cock filling you so deeply you scream into his mouth, hands slipping to his hair while he’s got his heavy weight over you.

“I can’t control it anymore, baby, if it’s too much just fucking hit me at this point,” he’s nonsensical, leaning up now, hands on the back of your thighs in a mating press, fucking you hard now, powerful strokes that take you the fuck out, cumming in moments with a few strokes, making him whimper.

That’s a sound you know he’s never made.

You may be delusional, but you’re sure you’ve only heard him whimper for you, you’ve never seen that look in his eyes on any video or stream, not when he’s staring right into your fucking soul and slamming his cock deep over and over. You’re barely able to cling to the earth, so much pleasure rushing through your body, you feel every vein and ridge of that huge cock as it fucks into you.

“Perfect, pussy is perfect, fucking knew it but god. God… fucking feel her,” he slams into you again, head falling back, giving you a view of his throat before he eyes you once more, shaking his head and slamming his cock harder. “Can she take it?”

You just nod, you’d take anything, the way it feels to be ruined by Satoru Gojo is far beyond his balls slapping your ass, his cock stretching your cunt, his hands bruising your fucking thighs, no it was more. You want to be filled by him, folded under him, you want every bit of it, losing yourself in him, in his bright blue eyes, in his filthy fucking words, in his cock slamming your cervix.

You were ruined, and you knew it.

You feel too much, far too much, when he’s leaned back, holding your thighs high and watching his cock pull out and enter, slowing and rubbing your abused clit. “F-fuck, cum one more time, I’m close… your cunt is so fucking perfect, shit… c’mon, like a good girl, there you go baby…”

It’s like that goddamn dream.

Word for word.

You cum harder than you have, when he shoves into the hilt, stuffing your slutty little hole, blinded and dizzy, hardly able to breathe, while he watches you shatter under him, so fucking beautiful he can’t take it. Your brows drawn together, that sweat making your skin glisten, your mouth open in the sluttiest O, he can hardly stand what the image does to him.

He knows it then, he’s fucking beyond destroyed, and terrified at that fact, at the power you’re oblivious to over him. He almost busts inside you, something he has never done - he doesn’t even go without condoms - the thoughts of filling your cunt full are far, far too tempting. He stops himself, cursing and holding his slick cock at the base while you’re spasming around him, back arching.

“Where do you want all this cum, sweetheart?” He manages to ask, you’re so fucked out you’re dizzy, blinking Satoru’s white hair and pretty face into view as he pulses inside you, just thickening and making you whimper.

“W-what… where… you want, I… mnh!” You’re still cumming, aftershocks rocking you, making your skin so sensitive when he eases your sore thighs down, parting them and pulling out finally, stroking himself as you catch your breath, watching him spurt thick white ropes all over your cunt. “Oh! Oh…”

“Fuck, fuck… god… oh my…” He’s moaning as he’s desperately jerking his slick cock, so much cum it seems impossible, since he just busted so much, and you watch him, enthralled as the hot sticky sperm is coating your cunt. “God, look at it, fucking look at us baby.”

He’s too much, he’s too much.

You thought him eating you out fucked you up mentally, what is he, his insane ass eyes bright as he trembles, strong muscles bunching and tensing, a work of fucking art pouring his cum on you. You’re stuck, at a loss for words, mouth opening and closing, brain not even functional as you look up at this man, knowing this isn’t just sex, it fucking couldn’t be.

It can’t be like this with someone.

You almost spill every feeling then and there, lost in him, in his desperation when he rests his head on yours, moaning against your lips, tip brushing your engorged clit and making you whine out. “God, your pussy is too perfect, it’s… you’re too perfect, feel too good, look too good…”

“Satoru, are you okay?” You whisper softly, he’s slurring his words, almost hard to understand in their hushed whispers in between his pants.

He can’t even answer, pulling back and looking at your pretty cunt, all abused from his cock and puffy, covered in his white ropes. “Can I have a picture? Please, just for me.”

“Y-you want one?” He laughs softly, breathless, nodding, and you heat up at it, looking down shyly. 

“Only you can be adorable with your pussy beat up and coated in cum, huh?”

“Oh god!” He can’t take it, how cute you are, the affection eating at him, as he takes a deep breath, leaning back. “Just one.”

“Fuck…” He takes the phone, eyeing the amount of comments and tips while your breasts heave, trying to catch your breath, sticky cum dripping across your folds when you shift your hips.

“What is it?” You ask softly, he shows you the number, and your eyes nearly bulge out. “Holy fuck!?”

“This is good even for me, shit. Pussy is made for porn.” You’re blushing harder, biting your lower lip when he angles the camera, taking several photos and exhaling at how pretty it looks. “God, look at you.”

“Are you talking to me or my pussy?” He grins then, so boyish and charming it’s as if he wasn’t just fucking you into a mating press and filming your cunt. “Also I said one!”

“Sorry. I’ll make it up.” He’s kissing your thighs then, lapping some of his own cum off your slit, you gasp at the sensation, his tongue on your sore, overstimulated pussy now. Your hands entangle in his hair as he groans. “Fucking taste us.”

“Satoru you’re in-insane and- mnh! Fuck!” You’re shaking when he laps more off of you, desperately lapping at every inch of your cunt now. “Satoru!”

“Gotta clean my pretty costar up, she’s only my costar you know, only one I’ve ever-” He pauses, stopping himself, when you eye him, breasts still gently moving up and down as you eye him.

“Only one you’ve… ngh! Satoru!”

“Taste us.” He’s lapped more of his cum and yours, murmuring for you to open, which you eagerly do, letting him spit his cum and yours in your throat. “Swallow, there you go, see it’s perfect, huh?”

You’re lost then, in the filthy string of words, when he’s back down cleaning you up with a tongue that’s lethal in its precision, rocking his cock on the bed, hard for the third time with you as he moans desperately against you. He’s latched onto your clit, sucking, while you can’t stop cumming, pushed past overstimulation, but not once do you tell him to stop.

You want it.

You need it.

In tears from how much you’ve cum, desperate for more, swapping his cum and yours mixing, against your tongues as he talks you through it, as you lose yourself, Jenna told you not to, she told you not to forget. You are trying to keep it separated, but how the fuck can you?

It felt worth losing yourself, for him, under him, him inside you - around you - taking over everything, while he’s back inside you, his lips murmuring desperate, dirty words into your sweet mouth. When you’re so fucked out you actually pass out blissfully in his arms, you can’t even remember the girl you were a few weeks ago, waking up just to be filled by him again from behind.

Being in his arms, you hope it’ll counteract the pain when he moves on, when he’s kissing you while fucking you from the back, sweet little nothings against your lips filling the room along with the squelching of his cock filling your cunt again. Every inch of your body kissed by him, licked by him, head to your fucking toes, shifting you to some other dimension as you drink each other in, exhausted and desperate.

You’ll think about that pain later, for now it’s all pleasure, aside from the ache in your heart for more, endlessly more.

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Die with a smile - ln4

lando gets kicked off his spotify, but he’s happy about it.

warnings - just fluff bc i was bored !!

Lando was sitting in the lounge of the MTC, mindlessly scrolling on his phone. He had an early morning meeting with Zac and Andrea, resulting in him having to leave you home asleep in your warm bed.

He had his headphones on, opting to listen to music while he waited. watching the sun start to peak over the horizon, making its way into the sky.

Suddenly his music stopped.

He furrowed his brows checking his phone, thinking he accidentally paused it. He's even more confused to see that the device connected to his spotify account had been changed.

His music was now playing through…. an alexa…

Your alexa.

the alexa back home in your shared apartment.

Suddenly it clicks in his mind.

You were playing music at home, through the alexa while you were getting ready, completely unaware that you’ve interrupted his music.

He chuckled to himself as he watched the songs play through, becoming a spectator on his own spotify that he's been momentarily kicked off while he assumes you get ready for the brunch you mentioned to him the evening prior.

He decides to wait until you’re done with the alexa to play his music again. Not wanting to disturb your morning concert. Images of you dancing around the apartment while rushing your daily routine play through his mind.

He opens a note in his phone, jotting down all the songs you play, wanting to make them into playlists to play for you, specifically in the car.

The next song you play causes him to smile down at his phone like a lovestruck idiot.

“Die with a smile - Bruno Mars & Lady Gaga”

He imagines you singing your heart out to what's been your new favorite song recently (he's heard you talk about how good it is for days now, how you're certain it's going to win song of the year at the grammys next year.) He feels (semi) bad for the sweet elderly couple who lives next door to you two. Hoping the sound of your voice at 8am wasn't the worst alarm clock in the world.

In his humble opinion, he’d choose your voice over an alarm clock any day. to him you have the voice of an angel and adored hearing you sing your heart out like you were the next best contestant on The Voice.

When the song ended he waited a minute to make sure another wasn't queued. When no song began to play, he made sure to change the output device back to his headphones, returning back to his series of songs.

opening your messages, he sends you a quick text

morning pretty girl! hope you slept well and enjoy your brunch with the girls, i’ll see you when i get home.. i love you!!

he quickly hit sent and shoves his phone into his pocket perfectly timing Zac’s entrance into the room. standing up he follows Zac into the conference room, putting his headphones back into their respective case. excited to see what songs you choose to listen to tomorrow.

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a/n - lmao i wrote this in like 10 mins but i saw it on tiktok and i was like “awwwh lets make this lando”

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Heartstrings pt.1

trafalgar law x reader

part 2

amid the chaos of punk hazard, you reunite with trafalgar law, stirring old memories, buried emotions, and a shared past haunted by corazon’s death. but there's no time to dwell—doflamingo’s name resurfaces, and this time, you refuse to let history repeat itself.

tags: punk hazard and dressrosa spoilers I guess, angst to fluff, childhood friends, slow burn

word count: 3.9k

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The battlefield of Punk Hazard is complete chaos. Flames roar, metal groans under the heat, and the sharp scent of burning chemicals stings your nose. In other words? It’s just a typical Tuesday with the Strawhats.

You arrive later on the fight. Heart pounding, mind racing. This island is already a disaster zone, and at the center of it all is the man you never thought you’d see again.

Trafalgar Law.

He’s standing a few yards away, dressed in that ridiculous yellow hoodie, his sword resting against his shoulder. His golden eyes widen the second they land on you, freezing in place.

For a moment, neither of you speak. The sounds of battle fade into the background, drowned out by the roaring in your ears.

He looks… older. Sharper. But still him.

You exhale sharply, not actually connecting your mouth to your brain, so all you could say is “Well, damn. You actually got taller.”

Law blinks “What the hell…?”

The shock in his voice makes something in your chest tighten, but you shove the feeling aside. There's no time for that.

Luffy, being Luffy, swings by on a random piece of debris, grinning like an idiot “Oi! Y/N, you know Tra-guy?!”

Law groans “Don’t call me that”

You snort. Still the same old grump.

Flashback – Many Years Ago “You hate nicknames, don’t you?” you muse, watching Law scowl as Corazon ruffles his hair. The little boy smacks Corazon’s hand away “They’re annoying.” You smirk “So if I call you Law-chan...” “Don’t.”

Back to the Present

Your smirk widens “Some things never change.”

Law crosses his arms, studying you carefully. You can practically see the gears turning in his head.

“You’re with them?”

“Yup.”

“How?”

You shrug “Just happened to meet them on my way”

Law stares and before he can respond, Zoro rushes towards the group, resting a hand on his sword “We done with the staring contest? We got a fight to win.”

Law finally shakes his head, exhaling sharply “We’ll talk later.”

You grin “Looking forward to it... Captain.”

He groans. This is going to be a long day.

Law is still staring at you like you just came back from the dead. To be fair, you might as well have.

“Seriously...” he says, voice flat “You’re with them?”

You stretch your arms behind your head, nodding “Yup. You’re repeating yourself, Captain Law.”

His eye twitches.

Luffy, still hanging off a random metal pipe, grins like this is the funniest thing ever “Oi, Tra-guy! You should’ve seen your face when you saw Y/N! It was all like—” He scrunches up his face, trying (and failing) to mimic Law’s perpetual scowl.

Law glares at him, jaw tightening “We have more important things to deal with than my face.”

Flashback – Many Years Ago “You’re so grumpy” you tease, watching as little-kid Law glares at the deck of cards in his hands. The two of you are sitting outside a small, dimly lit inn, the sounds of the ocean lapping against the dock in the distance. Corazon snores quietly a few feet away, passed out in an awkward position against some barrels. Law, still scowling, slaps his cards down “This game is stupid.” You snicker “You’re just losing.” His scowl deepens. “You never know how to just relax...” you continue, leaning back against the crate “Do you even have any fun?” “I don’t have time for fun.” You roll your eyes, flicking one of his cards at him “You say that like you’re forty.” He grumbles under his breath, shuffling the cards again, because even if he pretends not to care, he actually just refuses to lose.

Back to the Present

Looking at Law now, arms crossed, brow furrowed, looking two seconds away from throwing someone off a cliff, you have to bite back a smirk.

He's always the same Law you knew years and years ago.

“So,” you continue, tilting your head “are we gonna talk about the fact that you look like you literally saw a ghost?”

Law exhales through his nose, looking at you with a very unimpressed look “I thought you were dead.”

You blink “…What?”

He gestures vaguely “After everything that happened, after Cora-san… you just disappeared. I didn't know where you went or what happened to you.”

Oh.

For the first time since you saw him again, your playful demeanor falters slightly. Your chest tightens, old memories stirring... memories of fire, blood, and loss.

“I didn’t disappear,” you say quietly “I just… didn’t know how to find you.”

The words hang between you, unspoken things left unsaid. Law stares at you for a long moment, and just for a second you think you see something soften in his expression.

And then BOOM.

A nearby explosion sends rubble flying, and Law immediately turns, jaw tightening. Back to business.

“We’ll talk later” he says firmly.

You smirk, shaking off the heaviness in your chest “Looking forward to it.”

As you both sprint back into battle.

The battlefield is pure chaos. You’re currently dodging a sword swipe from some grinning lunatic in a gas mask.

“Damn it!” You twist out of the way, rolling across the wreckage-covered ground.

The masked guy lets out a laugh, lunging at you again only for his head to suddenly detach from his body.

"What the—?" You blink, watching as the severed head tumbles to the ground. The body doesn't collapse, it stops like it's... confused. The head groans.

“Ugh… my body…”

You glance at the blue glow surrounding the air. Then, slowly, you turn.

Law is standing a few feet away, looking completely unbothered. His sword is still drawn, golden eyes sharp and calculating.

You let out a low whistle “Still dramatic as ever, huh?”

Law huffs, flicking his sword to the side “You were taking too long.”

Flashback – Years Ago “Any day now” Law mutters, arms crossed as he watches you struggle. You glare at him, sweating as you try to pick the lock on the cell “This is harder than it looks, okay?!” He sighs heavily, kneeling beside you “Move” Before you can protest, he effortlessly picks the lock in under ten seconds. The door swings open with a creak. You stare at him. He shrugs “You were taking too long.” You roll your eyes “Show-off.”

Back to the Present

You shake your head, smirking “You haven’t changed at all.”

Law ignores you, already moving forward like he hasn’t just casually decapitated a man “Come on. We don’t have time to waste.”

You jog after him, stepping over the still-whining head “You could at least pretend to be happy to see me.”

“I don’t have time for that, either.”

You scoff “No time for emotions, huh? That’s very on-brand for you, Captain.”

He rolls his eyes before walking off, and you follow him into battle.

Flames crackle from a collapsed wall, the ground is littered with rubble and unconscious enemies, and the air is thick with smoke and chaos. Luffy is somewhere still fighting Caesar Clown, while the rest of the crew is scattered across the battlefield.

And you?

You’re stuck with Trafalgar Law, currently running for your life down a crumbling hallway while a wave of toxic gas rushes after you.

“Do you ever think things through before jumping into danger?” Law shouts over the deafening roar of destruction behind you.

You flash him a grin “Nope! That’s what makes life fun!”

His eye twitches “You’re insufferable.”

“Aw, you missed me.”

“I absolutely did not—”

A sudden explosion cuts him off, sending debris crashing down from above. Your eyes widen.

“Shit—”

You shove Law forward, forcing both of you into a dive just as the ceiling collapses behind you, sealing off the corridor. A massive cloud of dust kicks up, making you cough as you push yourself up onto your elbows.

For a moment, silence.

“You’re insane.”

You glance up to see Law, still flat on his back, staring at you like you’re the most exhausting person in the world.

You smirk “Yeah, but you like that about me.”

He exhales sharply, pinching the bridge of his nose “I don’t.”

“You always used to do this” Law mutters, standing up and dusting himself off.

“Do what?” you ask, doing the same.

“Throw yourself into danger like you have a death wish.”

You roll your eyes “I don’t have a death wish, I just...” You pause.

Law raises an eyebrow “Just what?”

You glance at him, hesitating for a split second before shrugging “I just don’t think twice when someone needs help... especially if it's for someone I care about.”

Law is silent for a moment, eyes scanning your face. Then, with an unreadable expression, he turns “Come on. We’re not done here.”

You grin, falling into step beside him “You’re such a softie, you know that?”

He groans “Shut up, Y/N.”

The battle is finally over.

You stand on the charred ground, catching your breath as the cold sea breeze blows through the wreckage. Your body aches, your clothes are torn, and there’s a smudge of soot on your cheek.

Luffy, of course, is grinning like he didn’t just go toe-to-toe with some of the most dangerous people in the New World “That was fun!”

Law, standing a few feet away, looks like he wants to strangle him “You nearly got yourself killed, Luffy-ya.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t!”

Law pinches the bridge of his nose. He looks two seconds away from throwing himself into the ocean.

You laugh, patting his shoulder “Told you, you get used to them.”

He shoots you a deadpan look “No. I don’t.”

Law watches you carefully, as if he’s still trying to figure out how you ended up here, with Luffy of all people.

Before he can say anything, Robin speaks up “So, what’s next?”

Law exhales, finally turning back to the group “We set sail. Now that Caesar is captured, we move forward with the next phase of the plan.”

“And what plan is that?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.

Law’s golden eyes flicker to you.

“Doflamingo.”

The name alone makes the air heavier. The casual atmosphere from before vanishes.

You freeze.

Doflamingo.

The name alone pulls you straight back to the past.

Your chest tightens. Your heartbeat pounds in your ears.

Law is still talking, explaining the next steps of his alliance with Luffy, but your mind is already made up.

All you feel is fear.

Because you’ve just heard the name that still haunts your nightmares after so many years.

You barely hear the rest of the conversation, his plan, the alliance with Luffy, the decision to go to Dressrosa and face him.

Your blood runs cold.

No. No, no, no—

“You can’t” you say, voice sharp.

Law stops mid-sentence. Everyone turns to look at you.

He raises an eyebrow “What?”

“You can’t go after him” you say again, louder this time.

Luffy tilts his head “Eh? Why not?”

“Because he’ll kill you!” your voice shakes, but you don’t care. You turn to Law, expecting him to understand “You should know better than anyone!”

Law’s expression darkens. The others exchange looks, but you don’t care about them right now.

“You don’t understand what you’re dealing with” you continue, now glaring at all of them “Doflamingo isn’t just some pirate, he’s a monster. He’ll tear you apart without even breaking a sweat.”

Luffy shrugs “So? We’ll just beat him up.”

You snap.

“This isn’t some stupid adventure, Luffy! This isn’t about finding treasure or having fun! This is Doflamingo! He’s destroyed more lives than you can count! He—” Your voice catches, you now turn to Law with tears in your eyes “He killed Corazon.”

Silence.

No one says anything.

Law’s golden eyes are locked on you, unreadable. The weight of your words lingers in the cold air.

You swallow hard, chest tight “I can’t—I can’t lose anyone else by him”

Because you remember.

You remember holding Corazon’s hand as his blood soaked into the snow. You remember screaming for help that never came. You remember losing him, losing Law, losing everything.

And now, after all these years, after finally finding him again, Law is walking into the same fate.

You shake your head, fists clenched “I won’t let you do this.”

Law, for a moment, just stares. His face is carefully blank, but you know him too well.

Then, finally, he speaks.

“You think I don’t know what’s at stake?” His voice is low, controlled but there’s an edge to it, something raw “You think I don’t remember what he did?”

You open your mouth but he cuts you off.

“I’ve spent my entire life planning this” he continues, stepping closer. His golden eyes burn with something fierce, something painful “This isn’t just revenge. This is about ending him. For Corazon. For Dressrosa. For everyone he’s ever used and discarded. For you.”

Your breath catches.

Law holds your gaze, unwavering “I’m not asking you to like it. I’m not asking you to approve. But I am asking you...” His voice softens “Do you still trust me?”

Your chest tightens.

Because of course you do. You always have and you always will.

Law doesn’t break eye contact, waiting for your answer.

Finally, you exhale. You close your eyes, steadying yourself and then look back at him.

“…Fine” you say quietly “I’m coming with you.”

Law nods once, like he expected nothing less.

Luffy grins “You can stay on the ship if you want, y’know!”

You snort “Not a chance.”

Because if Law is going into hell again you’re going with him.

The ship is calm for now, headed to Dressrosa to face Doflamingo and you are going to make sure no one, not a single person you care about, gets lost along the way.

You sit at the edge of the ship, the wind pulling at your hair, while the others are belowdeck, preparing, resting, no one else is up here. Just you and the open ocean stretching out before you.

And him.

Law is leaning against the ship’s railing, hands tucked into his jacket pockets, eyes watching the horizon. His expression is unreadable, like always, but there’s a weight in the air between you.

You stay quiet, unsure of what to say, as the distance between you two feels as heavy as the ocean.

Finally, Law speaks, his voice cutting through the silence “You really don’t have to come.”

You glance at him, but he doesn’t look at you.

“I’m not staying behind, Law” you reply. Your voice is steady, though inside, it feels like your heart is pounding against your ribs “I’m going with you. End of the story.”

He doesn’t say anything for a long moment.

Then, softly, he asks “Why?”

Your breath catches. You think about it for a second.

“I—I’m not going to lose you too” you say quietly, eyes still locked on the horizon, not daring to look at him “I couldn’t handle it again. Not after…” Your voice breaks, and you quickly swallow the lump in your throat.

Law shifts slightly, as if he’s processing your words. He doesn’t interrupt, just watches you closely.

Finally, after a long pause, he speaks again “I can’t promise you nothing will happen.”

You finally look at him, searching his eyes “I know.”

For a second, there’s a flicker of something fragile and vulnerable across his face, but it disappears almost instantly. Law looks away, his gaze returning to the horizon.

“I don’t need you getting in the way” he says, his voice quieter now, but there’s a hint of something deeper underneath.

“Don’t worry,” you reply with a wry smile “I’m not going anywhere. But, seriously, I’m helping. And if you try to stop me, I’ll probably make things worse.”

He raises an eyebrow “You’re already making things worse.”

You laugh, that familiar, comfortable tension between you rising again “Good. I like to keep you on your toes”

Law sighs, exasperated but not really surprised “I’ll never understand you, Y/N.”

“I’m not asking you to” you smile, the warmth of the moment softening the edges of everything else.

The two of you stand there for a while longer, watching the ocean, the silent understanding between you both deepening.

“I...” you hesitate, wondering if now’s the right time, but you push through, because you can’t keep avoiding it forever “I’ve been looking for you...”

Law raises an eyebrow, but doesn’t look at you. He doesn’t speak, so you continue.

“You know, after everything happened, I...” you take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself “I never stopped looking for you, Law. Ever.”

This time, he turns his head just slightly, eyes catching yours, though his expression is still hard to read “You’ve been looking for me?”

You nod “Yeah. Everywhere. When Corazon… When he died, I couldn't find you. For years I didn’t know what to do. Then, I started looking for you following the news, the reports on pirates, on the underworld. Anything that might give me a clue where you were.”

Law frowns, his eyes narrowing slightly. You can see the flicker of confusion, but he doesn’t say anything yet.

“But I actually had no idea where to start, there was no news about you” you continue “But after some time, I finally caught wind of you... Law, the Surgeon of Death, the pirate captain of the Heart Pirates” Your chest tightens as you recall those dark days “I saw reports of you here and there, and I followed the trail. And that’s how I ended up with the Strawhats... since you wanted to know how I ended up with them”

You watch his face closely, trying to gauge his reaction, but his eyes are still shadowed with something you can’t quite place.

You take a slow, shaky breath before continuing “After what happened to Corazon I was never sure you were still alive. I hoped. But after years of silence, I started to think the worst. That maybe you were… At least until I saw a grown up version of you on a bounty poster. For the first time ever, I was actually relieved and happy seeing your ugly face”

Finally, Law speaks, his voice low “You shouldn’t have followed me. It wasn’t safe.”

You stiffen at his words “I couldn’t just sit back while I had no idea where you were, what happened to you. I had to meet you.”

The tension between you both thickens, and for a moment, neither of you speaks.

Finally, Law sighs, turning his back to the railing and facing you directly “I didn’t want you to get hurt, y/n. After everything that happened, I thought you were...” His voice cracks, and he cuts himself off, clearly uncomfortable.

You can’t help but soften a little, the edge of your anger fading as you see the vulnerability beneath his words.

“Dead?” you finish quietly, your eyes not leaving his.

Law looks away, his jaw tightening, like he’s trying to keep his emotions locked inside “I thought you were dead. After what happened with Corazon, and everything that came after… I thought you were gone too. And there were no news about you around, you don't have a bounty poster... I'm sorry.”

For a moment, you’re not sure what to say. But then, slowly, you step closer to him “It’s okay. I get it. You don’t need to apologize. Also, I have a bounty poster but they used my nickname instead of a real name, and I used to hide my face with a mask. At least before meeting Luffy a few months ago.”

The silence between you both feels less suffocating now, but there’s still something unspoken between you. A promise, maybe. An understanding.

Finally, you speak again, voice quieter this time “I’m here now. And I’m not going anywhere. Not until this is over. Not until we’re done with Doflamingo.”

Law’s eyes are searching yours, like he’s looking for something. Then, after a moment, he nods, just the slightest inclination of his head “Good.”

You both stand there for a few more moments, neither of you needing to say anything else.

But in this moment, the weight of the past doesn’t feel so heavy. There’s a fragility between you both now, an unspoken promise that no matter what happens next, you’ll be facing it together.

“You’re still scared” he says.

You scoff “Of course I am. You should be too.”

Flashback The cold stone halls of the Donquixote estate stretch endlessly around you, silent except for the faint echo of distant voices. You’re small, a child, but you know better than to let your guard down. A shadow looms ahead. Him. Doflamingo stands at the end of the corridor, golden sunglasses catching the dim light. His presence is suffocating, his smile sharp like a knife. “You should be grateful” he says, his voice calm, almost amused “Not many get to live under my protection.” You say nothing. You never say anything when he talks like this. You remember Corazon’s warning: Don’t let him see your fear. But it’s hard, when every instinct in your body screams to run. Doflamingo takes a step closer “And yet, you look at me like you want to disappear.” Your fists clench at your sides. You don’t answer. His smile doesn’t falter. Then, suddenly Law bursts between you, arms outstretched like a shield. His breathing is heavy, but his glare is sharp. Doflamingo chuckles “How touching.” “Leave y/n alone” Law growls. Doflamingo tilts his head, amused “Or what?” Law doesn’t answer. He just stands his ground and for a long moment, there’s silence. Then, Doflamingo laughs while walking away “pathetic.” “…You didn’t have to do that” you murmur. He finally looks at you, his expression unreadable “Yes, I did.” You don’t argue. Because he’s right. Because back then, all you had was each other.

Back to the Present

You let out a humorless laugh “Funny, isn’t it? After all these years, we’re back where we started. Facing him. Again.”

Law’s voice is quiet, but firm “It’s different this time.”

You turn to him, searching his face “How?”

His eyes meet yours “Because this time, we’re strong enough to end it.”

Your breath catches.

Law keeps watching you with that unreadable expression of his.

And suddenly, it’s too much. The space between you feels unbearable.

You spent years looking for him, chasing rumors, hoping, praying, that you’d find him alive and when you finally did you froze.

Because part of you was afraid that if you touched him, he’d disappear. That he wasn’t real. That the universe would rip him away like it did before.

But now, standing here and knowing what’s ahead, you can’t hold it in anymore.

You step forward.

Law’s eyes widen slightly in surprise as you close the distance between you. Before he can say anything you throw your arms around him.

His body stiffens.

For a second, he doesn’t move. He doesn’t breathe, and then slowly you feel him relax.

It’s subtle, but he doesn’t pull away. His arms remain at his sides, but he doesn’t stop you.

You squeeze your eyes shut, gripping the fabric of his coat. You whisper, voice trembling “For years, Law. I thought... I thought I lost you, too.”

Law doesn’t speak. He doesn’t move.

Your fingers curl tighter into his jacket “I should have done this sooner,” you murmur “back on Punk Hazard. When I first saw you again.”

There’s a pause. Then, finally, he moves.

“…You’re an idiot.”

You laugh, though it’s watery and weak “Yeah,” you say, tightening your grip “I know.”

Law doesn’t push you away. For a moment he lets himself lean into you.

It’s not much. It’s barely anything. But after everything, after the years of loss, of loneliness, of silence...

It’s everything.

[luna-azzurra]

Rivals to Lovers Prompts

✧ They've hated each other for years, snarky comments, cold glares, constant one-upping. Then they get hit with the worst possible magical news: soulmates. Bound by fate. Linked by magic. Now they have to figure out what that even means without strangling each other in the process… or accidentally falling in love.

✧ They’re finalists in a prestigious contest...baking, sword fighting, reality TV, doesn’t matter. They’ve been rivals from day one. But late nights, shared exhaustion, and moments of unexpected honesty blur the lines. Suddenly the prize doesn't matter as much as the person they used to be fighting against.

✧ One position. Two candidates. Both brilliant, both stubborn, both dangerously attractive. They’re forced to work together for a final round of evaluation. Cue shared elevator rides, tension-filled meetings, and one night where the line between “I hate you” and “I want you” fully disappears.

✧ They're both hired to kill the same target, except they get in each other's way. Every. Damn. Time. Now they’re stuck either teaming up or getting each other killed. And somewhere between knives at throats and stolen hotel rooms, they start to realize they might have more in common than they thought.

✧ One's a brooding bounty hunter. The other's a cocky rogue. They've crossed paths before, never nicely. Now a shared goal (or curse?) forces them to travel together. The sniping is endless. The tension is unbearable. The night they finally kiss, they immediately go back to pretending they hate each other. (They don’t.)

✧They used to date. It ended badly. Now they’ve both built lives on opposite sides of the same industry/kingdom/city. And now? They’re in competition. Publicly. Pettily. But every insult still lands a little too sharp, and every win feels hollow without the other there to share it.

✧ By day, they’re coworkers or allies. By night, their masked enemies constantly clashing. Neither knows who the other really is, until the truth comes out mid-fight, and everything shifts. Now they have to reconcile who they thought they hated… with who they’re starting to love.

✧ They’re on opposite sides of a war. Or a political game. Or a rebellion. They don’t agree on anything, but they see each other. Late-night negotiations turn personal. Jabs turn intimate. And the realization that they might want the same future... just from different roads? That’s what wrecks them both.

✧ They agree to one temporary alliance for the sake of something bigger. Just one mission. One goal. But they argue about everything. They also accidentally save each other’s lives more than once. The final straw? One of them calls the other by their real name and means it.

✧ They’ve been pitted against each other since childhood. Both trained to be the best. Both told they’re the rightful heir. But as the final trial looms, they begin to question everything, including their hatred. When one of them says, “If I win, I’ll choose you,” the world tilts a little.

[i-love-ptv]

Busted and Blue ｡𖦹 ⋆｡

Pairing: Boyfriend!Rafe Cameron x Girlfriend!Reader

It’s the annual kook halloween party, so of course you’re going to let loose with your friends! If only you proceeded with more caution like your boyfriend wanted..

Wc: 3,727

Hurt + comfort, protective Rafe, SUPER creepy guy harasses reader n grabs her :(( soz

An: Hey chat 😈 I would’ve gotten this out sooner if I could, but ofc i’m super sick (i think i have the flu somehow? 😭) But anywho, I hope yall enjoy this cause i lowkkk had this sitting unfinished in the docs since late september..🌚

Not proofread I fear (cause when do I ever guys)

Feedback always appreciated n welcome! Also send halloween/fall requests guys I wanna hear from y’all! :3 <33

“Y’ready, puddin’?” You turn to your boyfriend, Rafe, while adjusting the ears resting upon your freshly styled hair.

Rafe smirks at you, “‘M ready when you are.”

You grab your wallet off of your nightstand, alongside your keys, and stick them into Rafe’s jacket pockets.

Rafe grabs you by your waist, stepping closer to you, making sure he doesn’t accidentally step on your furry boots, and leaving an airy kiss onto your lips. He knows you’ll pout if he messes up your gloss and lip liner.

“Let’s go!” You cheer excitedly, gripping the golden haired boy’s arm and pulling him along. Rafe chuckles at your enthusiasm.

But before the two of you can pass the door’s frame, you abruptly stop walking, and let out a yelp.

“Wait!”

“Jesus Christ! What?” Rafe shouts out, purely in concern.

Due to you stepping into the bathroom, he can barely see you. But he sees you reach for something off of the sink.

You practically skip over to him giggling. “I almost forgot, Ray!”

You wave a container of face paint in front of his nose. You’re bouncing in your spot, making him grip your hips still.

“Y’scared me, sweet girl.”

You pout at this, but your frown quickly turns into a smile when you open the lid of the container.

“Mhmm. Sorry Ray. But your costume’s not complete without it!”

Rafe is sporting a camo fleece jacket, with matching baggy pants, and some dark boots. He’s wearing a camo beanie too, which covers his delicious buzzed hair.

He has a prop gun sitting in his waistband.

And last but not least, Rafe was letting his facial hair grow a bit for this exact day, per your request.

Instead of being cleanly shaven, his scruff was coming in, and the sight nearly made your mouth water.

But that’s besides the point, tonight was the annual Obx Halloween party, thrown by both Kelce and Topper at their shared house alongside a few other kooks as well.

If you didn’t know any better, you would’ve thought it was a fraternity, but honestly, it wasn’t really far from one. Every day you wonder why their parents decided to fund it, but that’s besides the point.

Every kook attends this party every year, and some pogues would come too.

Did this cause a few problems? Absolutely, but at least it’s a bit more civilized than it was years prior.

With the party, there’s a costume contest, you even went out of your way a few years back to make a cute ballet box. Although, last year you had to make a new one, due to one partygoer accidentally crushing it against the table it rested on during a drunken fight.

You were pissed, to say the least, you spent the rest of the night sulking, and Rafe nearly punched the kid, despite him already suffering from a beating. He hated seeing you upset.

But every year, for 3 years in a row, Rafe and you would win the ‘Best Couples Costumes’ competition.

Last year, it came close, but everybody loves a classic, and you knew two measly pirates weren’t going to beat Flynn Ryder and Rapunzel.

And this year, you knew that you both were going to win again, your deer costume was just the cutest!

You’re holding Rafe’s face, specifically holding his cheeks with your thumb and index finger. You squish his face a few times cheekily, before applying the black face paint onto his cheeks.

You drag the brush down, lightly tickling Rafe’s slightly rosey cheeks, he’s trying not to react, you can tell. You find it cute.

“Okay! Now we’re good to go!” You clap your hands together with a giggle, Rafe swears he falls harder for you every single day.

You intertwine your hands with his, then head to Rafe’s car.

Rafe opens your door before you can even reach for the handle.

“Wowww,” you drag out, “Aren’t you a gentleman?”

He side-eyes you, leaving you cackling as he rounds the car to the driver’s side.

After walking through the front door of Kelce and Topper’s house, you’re immediately greeted by several people, some of your friends, some of Rafe’s.

You’re holding your boyfriend’s hand tightly, tip-toeing in while responding to all of the ‘Hey Dollie!’s and the ‘You look so cute Dollie!’s.

You drag Rafe into the kitchen, blabbering on about how you “need to find a smirnoff or else you’re going to collapse”.

Topper and Kelce spot Rafe, they rush over and start patting him on the back.

“Ayeee, howdy Rafe! Glad you finally showed up!”

They’re both dressed up as cowboys, their forced country accent makes you giggle.

Kelce notices you before Topper does, he instantly grins.

“Howdy there, Miss Dollie! Look at you!” You beam brightly, taking pride in your costume.

“A deer and a hunter? How cute, I think someone’s gone soft.” Topper raises his eyebrows in a teasing manner. He always talks about how “Rafe’s gone soft”, because years ago, if a girl asked if he wanted to wear matching halloween costumes, he would’ve laughed in her face.

“Shut the hell up Topper.” Rafe practically barked at him.

You walk over to the fridge, looking for your beloved smirnoff. Topper coos at Rafe, while Kelce makes kissy faces at him, making you laugh at their antics.

You hear a squeal behind you and you whip your head around.

There in front of you, is none other than your [basically almost] sister-in-law, Sarah Cameron.

“Oh my god, Dollie!! You look so cute!” She barrels into you, and you stumble back.

After you two talk for a bit, she drags you away, telling you how she wants to show you something.

You look back at Rafe, who looks a little apprehensive about letting you roam without him.

It’s not that he didn’t trust you, and he definitely wasn’t one to completely baby you, but he didn’t trust others.

There are some sleazy kooks here, ones that act how he used to, and that nearly sent a shiver up his spine at the thought of you being subjected to being around anyone like that.

He wants to protect you, he needs to.

It’s his job as your boyfriend.

Your future husband.

Anything can happen at a party, especially if you're not in his eyesight.

But you gave him a look of reassurance. Your eyes convey a message, almost as if you’re saying “It’s going to be okay” to him personally.

He holds your gaze for a few seconds longer, he looks uncertain, but eventually, you’re lost in the wave of bodies.

“Dude, you act like she’s gonna disappear or something, she’s only gonna be gone for a little bit.”

Topper’s statement makes Rafe turn back and glare at him.

He says nothing, instead, he goes to the fridge to grab a beer.

He knows he can only drink a few, since he’s going to be driving back home tonight. And you sure as hell aren’t going to let him drive if he’s even a bit tipsy.

…Even if that means you have to drive in the dark, which is hard for you to see in.

That’s one of the things that Rafe loves most about you. You’re so attentive. It’s new for him.

The two of you have been dating for years, coming up on four, to be exact.

But Rafe doesn’t think he’ll ever truly get used to the feeling of your love, and your warmth.

Rafe truly wonders if there’s an off-switch on Topper and Kelce.

They’ve been talking about a whole bunch of nothing and quite frankly, it’s starting to piss him off.

He knows you’d hate it if he was too busy worrying about what you’re doing rather than enjoying his time at a party with his friends.

It’s been an hour of non-stop chirping in his ear, and Rafe’s been nursing his second beer for the past 20 minutes.

“Yo, Rafe. Did your girl ever bring the costume ballot box in?” Kelce asks, touching his beer bottle with Rafe’s, making a sharp ‘clink’ noise.

Rafe groans, “Aw shit man. I'll go get it.” He rubs his hand over his face.

And with that, Rafe is trekking through the house towards his car, but not without pushing a few people out of his way.

Kelce snickers alongside Topper, who is growing agitated by his so-called girlfriend’s pestering, and finishes off his 5th-or-so beer.

Kelce hears a whimper from behind him, and quickly shoots around to see you: wobbling in your shoes, with your legs pressing together slightly. He can tell you’re already drunk.

“What’s up, Dollie? You okay?” Kelce rests his hands on your shoulders, aiming to keep you steady.

Your glossed lips remain in a pout, “Have you seen Rafe? I gotta go to the bathroom ‘n he told me to tell ‘em when I gotta.”

“He jus’ went to his car to get the ballot box. I can take you if you want though.”

“Oh pretty please, Kelce?” You’re speaking so urgently, Kelce can barely understand you.

But that doesn’t matter, cause he makes you hold his arm so you don’t get separated from him while he walks you to the less-crowded bathroom upstairs.

When you get there, you quickly unwrap your arms from Kelce’s bicep and rush out a ‘thank you so so much, Kelcey’. Which makes him chuckle, knowing that Rafe would mope if he heard it.

It’s been 10 minutes, and Kelce grows a bit worried. He’s confused as to why it’s taken you so long.

“Hey uh, Dollie? You alright in there..?” He questions as he knocks his finger on the door.

“Mhm! Jus’ tryna…Button m’damn shorts.” You slur, and Kelce hears your heavy footsteps through the door.

Kelce hears you murmur ‘Dumb fuckin’ nails…Won’t lemme do shit’, before a girl wearing a Tinker Bell costume grabs his attention.

Now if Kelce was in the right state of mind, he would’ve never left you alone. But right now, with quite a bit of alcohol in his system, he’s not thinking clearly.

So after another five minutes when you finally walk out of the bathroom and see a random guy leaned against the wall, smirking at you, instead of Kelce, you panic.

“Wha’s good pretty girl?” He coos, similar to how your boyfriend would, but more sinisterly.

You sort-of sober up at this, despite having 3 shots and 2 of Sarah’s cocktail things. But your mind still remains foggy.

You don’t respond at first, for some reason you think he’s talking to someone behind you, until he grabs your arm when you try to pass him.

“Nothin’? C’mon talk to me doll.”

You don’t like how the nickname sounds coming from his mouth, and you stammer to try and respond.

“Jus’ wanted to use the bathroom..”You whimper meekly.

You’re looking around for Kelce or even Rafe, but you can hardly tell whether or not this guy really is pink.

“Dollie? You up here babe?”

You whip your head back, too quickly unfortunately, and you see Sarah coming up the stairs.

….Not without tripping up the step once or twice, though.

“Oh m’gosh Dollie, I’ve been looking everywhere for you! Listen, I found some more shit, ‘n I could totally make one of those cool Bloody Mary’s—“

The drunk blonde cuts off her rambling once she opens her eyes and looks at you.

You’re grimacing, while trying to pull your arm away from this guy, who seemingly has a painful grip on you. And you can barely stand straight.

Sarah’s eyes widen, and from the looks of it, all of the alcohol from the night has suddenly vanished from her body.

“What the fuck d’you think you’re doing?!” Sarah nearly barks at the boy as she takes a few steps closer, trying to steady herself.

“This doesn’t concern you, bitch,” he sneers, making you inhale the smell of alcohol from his breath due to the close proximity.

Sarah’s practically stomping across the hallway, reaching for your hand.

“It obviously concerns me since you’re gripping my best friend, you cunt.”

When the blonde girl finally reaches you, the drunken kook shoves her straight into the wall, making you shout for Sarah.

You’re pushing against the man, begging him to just let you go, while he’s trying to drag you back into one of the dark rooms of the house.

Meanwhile, Rafe’s freaking the fuck out downstairs, and honestly, he’s about to flip this entire house upside down.

He’s taking large steps, walking with a purpose as he finally spots Topper. He smacks a rough hand on his shoulder, interrupting Topper’s conversation with the girl from earlier.

“Yo, Topper, you seen my sister?”

Topper turns around, nearly snarling due to the mention of his ex girlfriend.

“No, dude, why the fuck would I know where she is?”

Rafe’s nose flares, he’s growing more and more irritated by the minute at the thought of you being out of his line of sight.

“Don’t fucking catch an attitude with me, and I don’t really care where the fuck my sister is, I’m looking for Dollie.”

There’s a beat of silence between them, despite the loud surroundings, then somebody’s rushing to Rafe before Topper can even respond.

It’s some random pogue, which angers Rafe even more, — but he’d never tell you that though.

“Rafe! This guy just shoved Sarah into the wall upstairs,” he rushes out through his panting, since he had sprinted down the stairs moments prior.

“And, and he keeps grabbin’ on Dollie-“ Rafe immediately starts charging upstairs.

His large strides make everyone turn towards him, wondering what made Rafe Cameron furious this time.

Rafe swears that his heart is going to pound out of his chest; this is the exact reason as to why he wanted you at his side tonight.

He knew not to let you drink with Sarah, because everytime the two of you are left alone together with alcohol, it doesn’t end well.

Rafe’s taking two steps at a time, he’s balling his fists so tightly that his knuckles are turning white.

He swings around the banister, then he sees a group of people holding back a guy who’s cursing loudly, and flailing his body.

“She was fucking asking for it, get the fuck off me!”

Then as he’s walking up, he sees Sarah slap him, and reach into her boot.

“You dirty. Fucking. Freak!” Sarah yells, putting emphasis on every word she spits.

And at the end of her shouting, she sprays her mace in the boy’s face. She’s waving her bedazzled pepper spray container wildly, making the boys holding the kook avert their faces.

Rafe whips his sister around, “what the fuck is going on? Where’s Dollie?”

Sarah huffs at the brunette’s harshness. “She locked herself in the bathroom after I managed to get the guy off her.”

Rafe nearly bulldozes through the forming crowd and parks himself right in front of the door.

But he hesitates to knock.

He urgently wants to get to you, to pull you into his arms and take you straight home. He wants to go through the after-party ritual you both have:

First, he’d always set you down in the kitchen as soon as you both got home, so he could get you a glass of water.

Then after you went into your shared room, he’d help you take off your shoes and clothes, so you could eventually get changed into something comfier.

Then, he’d remove whatever makeup you're wearing, and then tie your hair up —however that may be.

Rafe loves taking care of you, you’re always so stubborn when it comes to him pampering you.

You love the princess treatment, really! But you’re afraid of asking for too much, and Rafe vowed to spend the rest of his life proving to you that there’s no such thing as ‘too much’ with him.

Rafe wants to do all that with you right now, but he knows that you’re startled, frightened even. So he needs to calm down before trying to reach you.

His breathing is uneven, borderline ragged. There’s a slight shake in his hand, and quite frankly, Rafe can’t tell if it’s from sheer rage, or it’s because he can’t handle the thought of scaring you further.

He knocks at the door.

•······················•

There’s a knock at the door.

A gasp rips from your throat, breaking you out of the almost trance that you’re in.

You’re sitting in the bathtub, it’s gross, you’re aware of this. But you’re too shaken up and tipsy to even care.

You just want to be as far away from the door as possible.

“Hey, uh, Dollie? You in here?” You hear it come from the other side of the door, it’s muttered softly.

“S’me, baby.” He continues, although he didn’t need to, because you know that voice like the back of your hand.

“Ray….” You croak, you try to speak more than one singular word, but silence grips your throat.

You can’t seem to move, your joints remain still, but your chest is heaving wildly.

You know you need to get up, you need to unlock the door so Rafe can help you, but your buckled knees keep you grounded at the bottom of the tub.

You open your mouth to speak but only a choked sob escapes.

“Okay, okay. I’ll—I’ll be there in a second, baby.”

Your head leans back on the wall, and you take in your surroundings. You’re in Topper’s bathroom, you can tell because he’s the only one with a bathroom that doesn’t connect to his bedroom.

Kelce must’ve brought you here since it was the closest one. You wonder where Kelce is now.

The sound of the doorknob rattling makes you jump—almost out of your skin.

The door swings open, nearly clashing against the wall. You lock eyes with your boyfriend.

He whispers, “oh Dollie,” and rushes towards you.

Rafe picks your body up out of the tub, and lays you in his lap. Your position similar to a baby being held; Rafe couldn’t help it.

You cried in his arms, despite not wanting to cry in front of him, your resolve had slipped.

This wasn’t your first time having an issue like this, but it had never reached this point before.

Everyone in Kildare County knew you were Rafe’s girl, just like how they knew Rafe was your man, so nobody had dared to go past a few flirty remarks, or even a sly glance.

It was Rafe’s fault, he was sure of it. If he had just found you and took you to the car with him, none of this would’ve happened.

“Don’t do that, Rafe,” you murmur through your sniffles, your voice still holding that rasp from earlier.

“..Do what?”

“Blame yourself. I know that’s what you’re doing, Stop it.” You place a soft hand on his cheek, making you cringe due to all of the surfaces you’ve been touching.

Rafe presses a warm kiss to your temple and caresses your back

There’s a pause, but neither of you mind; the bathroom serving as a temporary solace for you.

You’re rubbing circles on Rafe’s arm while he rests his chin on your head. Whispers are exchanged between the two of you, until you decide that it’d be best to just head home.

Before leaving, though, you make sure Sarah at least has a ride home, for whenever she decides to leave.

You asked Rafe if you could talk to Kelce before leaving, but he refused. Simply stating that you could call him tomorrow.

You pouted at this, but you understand his reasoning, well at least you somewhat could through your haze.

While Rafe’s helping you step down the steps, you see John B walking up.

“Rafe.” John B says, acknowledgingly.

Rafe’s eyes slant, “John B.”

You perk up with a smile, “hi John B!!” You exclaimed with a slur, and with a little too much enthusiasm for Rafe’s liking.”

“Hi, Dollie,” John B smiles at you, and gives you a high-five, making you squeal in your drunken state.

After 10 minutes of Rafe trying to guide you, and you tripping over your own feet, you both finally made it to Rafe’s car.

While he’s buckling you in, Rafe can’t help but think about when you gifted him this car for his birthday.

Well, you picked it out, Ward had actually bought it.

He remembers when you first placed the keys in his hand, you were nearly bouncing in place waiting for his reaction.

Now he’s gotten cars before, in fact, that’s all Ward usually gets him every other birthday besides a watch. But this one, was one you picked out. So he knew he was going to cherish this for the rest of his life.

That same night, you told him about how Ward and you were at the car dealership for hours, since you refused to take any of the cars they originally offered you.

- -

“Y’know I would’ve liked any of ‘em, you didn't have to spend so much time on it. You could’ve gotten me a smoothie, and I think I still would’ve loved it.”

“Woww,” you drag out with a hushed whisper. “You think?”

Rafe poked your side, making you giggle.

“I’m kidding! I’m kidding! But I wanted it to be special.

Couldn’t just pick out any ordinary one. I dunno, I’m surprised you like it so much, since you already have a car and a dirt bike.”

- -

If only you truly knew how much he appreciates everything you do for him.

As soon as Rafe reaches his side of the car and enters, he looks over and sees you slumped back, since he lowered your seat back to get you comfortable.

Your hair’s a bit wild, your lipgloss is almost fully gone, probably from the sweet residue being left on every bottle you’ve touched tonight.

Your mouth is open slightly, and Rafe thinks it’s the cutest thing.

If you found out, he knows you’d be beyond mortified. So, Rafe will just keep this moment locked away for himself.

Honestly, he wishes he could keep you locked away for himself, as selfish as it is.

He can’t help it. You make him whole.

He’s a satellite, and he can’t get back without you.

Because you’re his love; his life.

[x1asirene]

f1 driver!sylus as your bf headcanons | sfw ver.

✧ f1 driver!sylus is ferrari’s precision weapon—their very own thoroughbred—hot-blooded and agile. sylus doesn’t just drive to win—he drives because domination is second nature. no opponent rattles him. no track unsettles him. he walks into every race weekend with that slow, deliberate confidence that says: you were never going to beat me.

✧ f1 driver!sylus never raises his voice. he doesn’t need to. his words cut cleaner in a whisper. he’s the kind of man who’d look a rival dead in the eyes and say, “try harder. i need at least a challenge before lunch.” and mean it.

✧ f1 driver!sylus once refused to appear at a post-race fan event because you had collapsed on the team’s sofa after a long day. he didn’t care about press schedules or sponsorship obligations—if you needed rest, that was his priority. that night, he stayed quietly by your side, his presence alone saying everything you needed to hear: you come first. always.

✧ f1 driver!sylus makes sure you always have a reserved spot right in the ferrari garage. whether it’s the pre-race preparations or celebrations, he wants you close enough to see every detail—the way his crew moves with precision, the sparkle of victory in his eyes, and the rare moments he lets his guard down just for you. this spot isn’t just a seat—it’s his way of letting you know that you’re his number one, always.

✧ f1 driver!sylus loves making friendly bets with you about his race outcomes—sometimes wagering small things like who makes dinner or who picks the next movie. his cocky grin only grows wider when he wins, but beneath the teasing, he cherishes the way you get so invested, as if you’re racing alongside him. these playful bets are a private language, a way to keep the competition playful and the connection alive, no matter how intense the season gets.

✧ f1 driver!sylus has your signature prominently imprinted on the rear wing of his ferrari car, right below the team logo—a bold, personal mark that shows everyone exactly who’s with him every race. before every race, he runs his hand lightly over your signature, a small ritual that centers him, grounds him, and fuels the fire that drives him forward. it’s his personal good luck charm, a symbol of your unshakable bond.

✧ f1 driver!sylus is so catastrophically dramatic, it’s theatrical. he’ll tweet “my girl hasn’t replied in 43 minutes. if you see me full-send into a wall, know i went out thinking about her eyebrows.” swears he’s fine, then texts you “would you still love me if i lost pole position?” after winning a race, he’ll deadpan into the camera, “this victory means nothing. she’s still mad.” they could hand him champagne, a trophy, a contract extension—he’d just sit silently on a folding chair in the back of the garage, helmet still on, just staring at the wall. engineers are too scared to speak. someone asks if he’s okay and he mutters, “she said ‘do what you want.’ i don’t know what that means.”

✧ f1 driver!sylus turns everything into a game, pulling you into his fierce, competitive world with ease. grocery shopping becomes a silent battle of who picks the better snack, choosing a movie turns into a playful standoff, and even casual conversations carry the edge of a contest. it’s his way of sharing his sharp mind and keeping you on your toes, and deep down, he loves that you rise to the challenge.

✧ f1 driver!sylus doesn’t tweet often it’s either pure sarcasm (“practiced my victory dance in the mirror. might retire undefeated.”), unexpectedly romantic (“she didn’t look at the grid once. just me. i won twice today”), or completely chaotic like, “my girl’s mad at me. if i don’t make it to fp2, tell the stewards it was for love.” his pr team lives in fear.

✧ f1 driver!sylus has your iris—not just a vague symbol, but a precise, detailed image—instead of the ferrari logo on his steering wheel. it’s a deeply private touch, hidden in plain sight. when he grips the wheel, feeling the texture beneath his fingers, he sees you. that single image reminds him why he pushes so hard, races so fiercely—it’s not just for glory, but for you.

✧ f1 driver!sylus never forgets to save you a seat at every event, ensuring you have the perfect vantage point for every high-speed moment and every victorious celebration. but he doesn’t just think about your comfort; he thinks about the small things that make you feel cared for. nestled in the cooler beneath his helmet bag are your favorite protein bars, a thermos filled with the drink you prefer, and those rare cookies only found back home. he carries these not for himself, but to keep you energized and comforted no matter how grueling the weekend gets.

# do not repost, translate, or upload my work to any other platforms. tumblr reblogs are welcome and appreciated, but reposting outside of this blog is not permitted !

— ✦ © @ x1asirene, tumblr 2025 ✧

[bittenbyenhypen]

his replica, my ruin (p.js)

they say imitation is flattery. but i never asked permission.

pairing: stepbrother!jay (park jongseong) x reader (y/n)

wc: 8.6k

genre: slow burn | slight angst | smut = minors dni!

tags: stepbrother!au, stepcest, post-breakup tension, bickering, enemies to not-exactly-enemies, taboo, clone-a-willy, use of pet names, dom-jay, sub-reader, p in v, no protection, masturbation

a/n: lowercase intentional! first time writing smut so please, don’t be too harsh 😓

i didn’t expect the sound of the front door to make my stomach twist, but it did. loud. sharp. final.

jay was home.

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i kept my eyes on my laptop, pretending to be absorbed in the show playing quietly, but every second ticked like a countdown. his footsteps thudded through the entryway, not light and careless like they used to be when he’d come back from school breaks—but heavier now. tired. like someone who’d been carrying too much for too long.

he didn’t say anything when he saw me on the couch. just kicked off his shoes and dropped his bag by the stairs with a loud thud. typical jay.

“nice to see you too,” i muttered.

“didn’t ask for a welcome party,” he replied, brushing past me on his way to the kitchen.

there he was. park jongseong, stepbrother extraordinaire. back under the same roof we hadn’t shared since high school. now he was older, broader, moodier… and freshly dumped. did i mention sexier…

i stood, following him to the kitchen where he was already raiding the fridge like he hadn’t eaten in days. “don‘t touch the pasta,” i warned. “it’s mine.”

jay looked over his shoulder with a scoff. “you always label your food like someone’s dying to steal your sad little leftovers.”

“you do steal them.”

he pulled out a gatorade instead and shut the fridge with his hip. “relax. i’m not that desperate. yet.”

his tone was sharp, like he wanted to be mean just for the sake of it. i knew that tone. it was the same one he used when my mom married his dad, when we were suddenly siblings, and his entire life flipped. it had softened over the years… until now.

i crossed my arms. “so, how long are you staying?”

“until I figure it out,” he said, unscrewing the bottle and taking a long sip. “don’t worry, i’ll stay out of your way.”

“that’s not what i asked.”

he leaned against the counter, arms crossed now, mirroring me like it was some kind of contest. “didn’t realize i needed to clear my schedule for you, y/n”

i opened my mouth, then shut it. there was no winning with jay when he was like this. defensive. snappy. hurt.

“when is dad supposed to be home?” jay questioned, surprising you because you though he alerted the pair.

“they’re in europe, so they won’t be back until next month.”

jay signed, feeling a sense of relief.

“so what happened?” i asked finally, keeping my tone soft. “with her?” the tension rising in the air was thick.

his eyes flicked away. “don’t.”

“come on. you were with her for three years.”

“and now I’m not.” he tossed the bottle cap in the sink, his jaw tightening. “what do you want me to say? that I’m devastated? that I miss her? that I gave her everything and she threw it back in my face?”

i blinked. that was more honesty than i expected. and yet… he didn’t sound sad. just pissed.

“i want you to say something real,” i said. “not just hide behind sarcasm.”

he stepped forward, closing the distance between us. “you don’t know the first thing about real, y/n. you sit here with your pens and your playlists and your color-coded leftovers like the world can’t touch you.”

i flinched. not because it was true—but because he wanted it to hurt.

I lifted my chin. “at least I’m not pretending i’m fine when i’m clearly not.”

he paused. something in his expression cracked for a second. barely noticeable. but i saw it.

then, just like that, it was gone.

jay sighed and turned away. “i didn’t come back to fight with you.”

“no, you came back to sulk. and crash in your old room like nothing changed.”

he looked over his shoulder. “everything changed. that’s the problem.”

the silence stretched thick between us. tension. hurt. unsaid things.

i reached for a plate from the cabinet and slid it toward him. “there’s leftover garlic bread, too. heat it up for like 30 seconds.”

jay blinked. “you’re feeding me now?”

“i’m feeding you so you don’t keep snapping at me and acting like it’s my fault your relationship went to shit.”

he muttered something under his breath but grabbed the plate anyway. heated the bread. sat across from me like it was all part of the plan.

a few minutes passed in near silence before he asked, without looking up, “you think i’m a dick, don’t you?”

i glanced at him. “no.”

jay raised an eyebrow.

i smirked. “i think you’re acting like a dick. big difference.”

his lips twitched, just slightly. “guess you’ve always been good at reading me.”

“i live to call you out.”

he didn’t respond right away. just stared at the slice of garlic bread like it held the secrets of the universe.

“i really thought she was it,” he said, voice barely above a whisper.

“i know,” i said softly.

we didn’t speak after that. but we didn’t need to. for once, it felt like maybe we weren’t on opposite sides of everything.

just two people who knew each other too well, but not at all at the same time.

and maybe that was the beginning of something real. even if it started with shared silence, burnt bread, and the same old bickering that had always meant more than we let on.

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it started small.

a towel left on the bathroom floor.

his shampoo on the wrong side of the shower.

the way he left the cabinet doors open like he’d never lived with another person before. maybe you’re just trying to get used to having another person in the house, because you hardly see your mom or jay‘s dad…

“you’re trying to drive me insane,” i muttered one night, tugging open the fridge and nearly knocking over his suspiciously large protein jug.

jay leaned against the counter, fresh out of a shower, hair damp, skin flushed from the heat. he didn’t even flinch. just sipped from his bottle and gave me that annoyingly amused smirk.

“maybe i like watching you unravel.”

i slammed the fridge door shut, narrowly missing his arm. “you’re a menace.”

“and you love it.” i felt the blood rushing to my cheeks.

his voice was low. casual. but there was something in it—a thread pulled tight with something unsaid. something almost dangerous.

i didn’t respond. i didn’t want to respond. not to him standing there with water still clinging to his collarbones, chest rising slow and steady like he knew i noticed.

he must’ve caught the shift in my eyes, because his grin twitched.

“what?” he asked.

“nothing,” i lied.

he stepped forward, too close, studying my face. “you’ve been weird.”

“i’m not weird. you’re weird.”

he arched a brow. “real mature.”

“real shirtless,” i shot back.

he glanced down at his bare chest like he’d forgotten. “you’re the one staring.”

i tried to shove past him, but he didn’t move.

“you always do this,” i hissed, voice tight. “you poke. you push. and then when someone gets too close, you act like they’re the problem.”

something flickered in his eyes. “you’re not just someone.”

the silence between us cracked like a match being struck.

i didn’t know what to say to that—what he meant by that—so i stepped back, muttering, “put on a damn shirt.”

he let me pass this time.

but later that night, i couldn’t stop thinking about the way he’d said it.

“you’re not just someone.”

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the next day, it got worse.

i walked into the laundry room and—boom—there he was. shirt off again. leaning over the dryer, pulling out his clothes, muscles moving in a way that made my brain momentarily short-circuit.

“oh my god,” i groaned. “do you even own shirts?”

he didn’t look up. “they shrink when you do laundry at satanic temperatures.”

“you’re supposed to separate lights and darks—”

“i didn’t realize i was getting a lecture from martha freaking stewart,” he cut in, straightening to his full height.

and i hated that it made my heart skip. that smug look on his face, the little glint in his eyes. i hated that i knew his voice better than my own lately. hated that i noticed how his hair curled when it was wet. that I kept remembering the words he didn’t say.

“you gonna keep staring,” he asked, stepping toward me again, “or are you gonna hand me a hanger?”

“you wish I was staring.”

“i know you were.”

there was no space between us now.

just the warm scent of detergent, the dryer’s low hum, and the sound of my own blood rushing to my ears.

his fingers brushed mine as he took the hanger from me—on purpose. a soft, deliberate touch that made heat coil low in my stomach.

“thanks,” he said, voice low.

i took a step back, heart racing. “whatever.”

that night, i lay awake.

i could hear him moving around in the room across from mine. footsteps. a drawer opening. water running in the sink. even him still carrying boxes up from his car.

i rolled over. buried my face in my pillow.

he wasn’t just back in the house; he was under my skin.

and i hated that it didn’t feel wrong. not really.

just… dangerous

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jay has been procrastinating… especially with moving all his boxes into his room. i’d like to think it was karma that when jay was halfway up the stairs a box slipped from his arms.

“shit!” he barked as it hit the floor with a heavy thunk, scattering smaller items across the hallway.

i peeked out of my room just in time to see him crouch down, shoving a few things hastily back inside. a book. socks. a sad, old hoodie i vaguely remembered from our high school days.

“you good?” i asked, stepping into the hallway in my oversized sleep shirt.

“yeah, i got it,” he muttered, not looking at me.

but there was one thing he hadn’t noticed.

one thing that had fallen just slightly into the doorway of my room.

a box… i picked it up and my breath hitched.

something… unmistakably shaped.

i blinked. looked again. oh my god.

it was a toy.

I shut the box with a snap, eyes wide, brain blank. what the hell?

“you missed something,” i called out lightly, trying to keep the crack out of my voice.

jay looked up—and froze.

his eyes locked onto the object.

his face turned an unreadable shade. “don’t open that,” he said, voice sharp.

but it was too late. i’d already opened it back up, fingertips brushing the silicone as i picked it up—carefully, like it might detonate. i was reveling in the sudden shyness of my stepbrother in front of me.

“is this…?” i trailed off. side eying the object in my hand.

he looked away, jaw tight. “a gift. it was supposed to be for her.”

“oh.” my throat felt dry. “so… it’s supposed to be…”

“yeah.” short. clipped.

i swallowed hard. “damn.” it was big, as i looked at it a little longer i started to imagine-

that made him glance at me—sharp. “what?”

“nothing.” i straightened up quickly, the toy still in my hand, like i’d forgotten how to function. “i just—didn’t think you’d let someone make a mold of your—uh. yeah.”

jay moved toward me, hand outstretched. “give it.”

i did—but not before our fingers touched.

his eyes flicked to mine.

we both froze.

the air between us went tight. dense. something electric curling just beneath the surface.

his voice dropped. “y/n.”

“sorry,” i whispered. “i just—”

“don’t apologize.” his eyes were unreadable again. “just… don’t go snooping in my stuff.”

“i didn’t! it literally landed into my room—”

“yeah, well maybe keep your door closed if you’re that sensitive.”

i narrowed my eyes. “maybe keep your dick replica packed better.”

he stared at me for a long second—and then, inexplicably, smiled.

“not my fault it wants to find you,” he said, voice low.

and then he turned, taking the box into his room, leaving me stunned and breathless in the hallway.

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i stared at the ceiling. my body hot. my thoughts worse.

i shouldn’t have imagined it. but i did.

i shouldn’t have touched it. but i wanted to.

and when i closed my door, slid under the sheets, and let my hand trail slowly down… it wasn’t the toy i was thinking about.

it was him.

his voice.

his smirk.

the way he’d said, “not my fault it wants to find you.”

and that’s when i realized—

it wasn’t just the toy i’d taken back with me.

it was the way he looked at me when i touched it. his gaze felt hungry, like he is going to pounce any chance he gets.

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i tossed and turned for what felt like hours.

my room was too hot. or maybe that was just me. every time i closed my eyes, it came back into focus.

that box.

that toy.

his voice.

“not my fault it wants to find you.”

ugh. what kind of stepbrother says something like that?

what kind of girl lets it take up space in her head all night?

the clock glowed 2:47 AM.

i should have just gone to sleep.

but i didn’t.

instead, i slipped out of bed quietly, the hardwood cool under my feet as i crept down the hallway, careful to avoid the creaky third floorboard. i paused outside his door, breath held, listening.

nothing.

no movement. no light. just the sound of his low, steady breathing on the other side.

i reached for the knob.

not locked.

it was almost worse that way. almost like an invitation.

the room smelled like him—clean, masculine, faintly woodsy from the cologne he used too much of. his jacket was slung over the back of his chair. a half-folded hoodie sat on the edge of the bed. and that damn box… was tucked neatly into the corner by his closet.

i hesitated.

this was stupid. this was so stupid.

and yet… my fingers curled around the edge of the lid, heart racing like i was about to do something criminal.

i cracked it open slowly.

there it was.

the toy.

i stared at it for a moment, biting my lip; i exhaled.

i shouldn’t touch it. not again.

but then i remembered how warm his hand had felt brushing mine. how smug he’d looked. how his voice had dipped low like he knew this would get to me.

maybe keep your door closed if you’re that sensitive.

i swallowed and reached in. picked it up.

it was… heavy. it’s about 8.5 inches with two prominent veins flowing up the side of the shaft. i trace my fingers along the ridges.

realistic. unfairly so.

god, i whispered inside my head. what the hell is wrong with you?

and then—

a floorboard behind me creaked.

my stomach dropped. my blood ran cold.

i froze, the toy still in hand.

another creak. closer this time.

“y/n?”

jay’s voice was gravel-rough, sleepy—but alert.

i didn’t turn. i couldn’t.

his voice was behind me now. right at the doorway. there was no escape…

“you really snuck in here. for that.”

i turned slowly, clutching the toy behind my back like i could hide it.

he looked at me, messy-haired, shirtless, sweatpants riding low on his hips—and smirking, just faintly.

caught. red-handed.

his voice lowered.

“you could’ve just asked.” the words shot right to my core.

my mouth went dry. “i—i wasn’t going to—”

“you weren’t going to what, y/n?”

the space between us pulsed. my skin burned. my heartbeat thundered in my ears.

he took a slow step forward. “you were thinking about it all night, weren’t you?”

“i couldn’t sleep,” I whispered.

“same.”

his eyes flicked to where my hand was hidden behind my back. he tilted his head, almost amused.

“do you want it?” he asked, voice just above a whisper. “or do you just want to know if it’s really that accurate?”

i couldn’t speak.

he leaned in, breath warm against my temple. “go on then. take it.”

and just like that—he stepped back.

left me standing there, trembling, heart hammering, desire tangled with something darker. something wrong. something so right.

i didn’t know what was worse—that i’d been caught… or that he hadn’t stopped me.

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i slid into my room, heart pounding in anticipation. the dildo modeled after jay's impressive… felt heavy in my hand as i closed the door.

i bit my lower lip, fingers trembling slightly as i gazed at the realistic silicone. my other hand reached down to slip between my legs, already feeling the heat and dampness building there.

our rooms are situated on a shared wall - he couldn't possibly miss the sound if i got myself worked up. the thought alone made me shudder with naughty excitement. perhaps this is payback for all the girls he would bring home in high school…

i stripped my clothes and tossed them aside carelessly. i slid onto the bed, leaning back against the pillows. my pussy was slick and swollen, aching for touch. spreading my legs wide, i pressed the toy's tip against my slick entrance.

a soft moan escaped my lips as she slowly pushed the thick head inside, stretching herself open.

he was big. the weight and size of it in your hand cannot compare to the feelings of being stuffed right now.

i started imagine it was jay's hard cock plunging into me, claiming me, filling me so deep and perfect.

"ohh... jay..." she whimpered, not caring if he heard her.

i began to pump the toy in and out, increasing the pace as my pleasure built. my moans grew louder, more wanton, echoing off the bedroom walls. one hand pinched at ny nipple while the other worked the dildo vigorously, fucking myself just like she imagined jay would.

"mmm, yes! fuck me with that big cock," i cried out, wishing it was really him pounding into her needy cunt. i came with a shudder, juices gushing out to coat the silicone. still trembling with pleasure, i froze at a light knock at the door.

i’m not answering that… i just act like i’m asleep. eventually i do nod off~

one thing i know for sure…

i need the real thing.

i need him.

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the morning after my late-night heist, i tried to play it cool.

i acted like i hadn’t touched something i shouldn’t have. like i hadn’t been caught holding my stepbrother’s most intimate secret. like i hadn’t gone back to my room and…

well.

the kitchen was quiet when i walked in, oversized sweatshirt hanging just past my thighs, socks padding softly on the tile.

jay was already there—of course—leaning against the counter like he hadn’t just cracked open my sanity the night before.

his gaze flicked to me, unreadable.

“morning, thief,” he muttered.

i flushed instantly. “don’t start.”

he smirked. “didn’t say anything.”

“you didn’t have to.”

he turned back to his coffee. “you always this grumpy in the morning, or just when you get caught?”

i moved to the fridge, ignoring him. mostly. “you’re lucky i didn’t rat you out to mom.”

he scoffed. “you’d have to explain why you were in my room first.”

i froze with the fridge door still open, the cold air biting at my bare legs. when I turned, he was closer—mug in hand, looking entirely too pleased with himself.

“i was just—curious,” i mumbled.

jay’s brow arched. “is that what we’re calling it?”

he brushed past me to grab the milk, his shoulder nudging mine.

too warm. too close.

“accidents happen,” i added.

his mouth quirked. “sure they do.”

his hand lingered at the small of my back just a moment too long as he stepped away, and i nearly dropped the carton i was holding.

the silence stretched—thick, strange, charged.

jay finally cleared his throat and grabbed a spoon. “you wanna help me move the rest of my boxes later?”

“i thought you got them all.”

“apparently not.” his tone was casual. too casual. “there’s one in the garage. pretty sure it’s got some personal stuff in it.”

i stiffened. “is it going to traumatize me?”

“only if you’re into that.”

i rolled my eyes, but my pulse wouldn’t stop racing. “fine. i’ll help.”

we didn’t say much after that, but the silence between us felt anything but empty. his shoulder brushed mine again when we reached for the same cabinet. his fingers grazed mine when he passed me the spoon. every tiny contact lit something beneath my skin.

like he was daring me to remember.

and I did.

every look. every word. every goddamn second from the night before.

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by the time we made it out to the garage, i was wound tight.

the last box was buried under old holiday decor. he tugged it free and popped the lid.

i expected more… questionable content.

but it was mostly old clothes, some photo albums, a few stray records.

he handed me a jacket to fold and paused with a crooked smile when his hand brushed mine—again.

“you jump every time I touch you,” he said softly.

“i do not.”

“you do.”

he took a step closer, voice quieter. “it’s cute.”

i stared at him. “why are you doing this?”

his smile faded slightly. “doing what?”

“this… thing. the tension. the touches. the jokes that aren’t really jokes.”

he looked down for a second, like he hadn’t expected me to say it out loud.

when he looked up again, his expression was serious. “i don’t know. maybe i missed being around someone who sees through my bullshit.”

i blinked.

that wasn’t the answer i expected.

he took the jacket from my hands slowly, knuckles grazing mine again.

and for a second—we just stood there.

too close.

too quiet.

and yet… not touching.

not yet.

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the storm came in hard and fast—like it was trying to make up for a month of calm skies in one violent evening.

thunder cracked through the house like a whip. rain slammed against the windows, drowning out the sound of the tv. and then, just as jay walked back into the living room from the kitchen—darkness.

a full, heavy blackout.

“shit,” i muttered, curling tighter into the blanket i had wrapped around me. “did your dad pay the electric bill?”

jay was already at the window, peeking through the blinds. “it’s not just us. whole street’s out.”

“great.”

the dim blue light from his phone glowed faintly, painting sharp shadows across his jaw. he was wearing that loose, gray long-sleeve shirt that always hung low at the collar and clung a little too well to his chest and arms. i hated that i noticed.

“could be a while,” he said. “you want me to start lighting candles like we’re in a romance novel?”

“only if it ends in someone getting laid,” i muttered, half under my breath.

his head snapped toward me, one brow raised. “what was that?”

“nothing,” i said quickly. too quickly.

jay’s smirk stretched. “didn’t sound like nothing.”

i rolled my eyes and shifted on the couch. “whatever. just sit down before you get electrocuted or something.”

the power still hadn’t come back when the house dipped into a chill. the kind of cold that sneaks in through floorboards and makes every bit of skin feel too exposed.

jay reappeared with two candles and a single, thin blanket.

“i didn’t know we were preparing for the apocalypse,” he muttered. “this is the best i could do.”

he plopped onto the couch beside me, so close our thighs brushed. i shifted away instinctively, but he followed with a look that said don’t even try it.

“i’m not cuddling with you,” i warned.

he draped the blanket over both of us. “you say that now.”

“i’ll kick you.”

his voice dropped, lower now, teasing. “you’d have to straddle me to reach. that sounds dangerous.”

my heart jumped. “jay—”

“what? just being practical.”

we sat in silence for a beat. the rain hit harder. the room was cold.

and our bodies were… warm.

his thigh was solid against mine, like he hadn’t skipped a single gym day during his entire relationship. his shoulder bumped mine slightly as he leaned back, stretching an arm behind me on the couch. not quite around me—but it might as well have been.

“still cold?” he asked, voice just above a whisper.

i didn’t respond.

because the truth was, i wasn’t. not anymore. not with him this close. not with his scent thick in the air and his breath brushing my cheek every time he leaned a little too near.

he turned to look at me, one arm lazily slung along the back of the couch.

“you know,” he said, voice lower now, almost lazy, “you’re the only person who makes me feel anything lately.”

i turned to him slowly. “what do you mean?”

his eyes flicked down—to my lips, to my bare thighs under the blanket, back to my eyes. and it wasn’t playful now.

it was real.

“i mean… i haven’t even thought about her since i moved back,” he said. “not once. not even when i should’ve.”

i swallowed. my voice was barely a whisper. “and now?”

his jaw flexed. he leaned in closer.

“now i think about you when i shouldn’t.”

i sucked in a sharp breath, and before i could answer—before i could even think—the thunder cracked again.

i jumped.

he caught me.

a hand, firm and steady, on my waist.

and suddenly he was closer than he had ever been.

our noses nearly brushed. the blanket slipped lower. i could feel his body heat like a flame beneath my skin.

“you okay?” he murmured.

i nodded, barely.

his hand was still on my waist, grounding me. his fingers lingered. not leaving. not anymore.

and neither was the tension.

it filled the room like smoke—hot, breathless, dangerous.

i didn’t move.

neither did he.

i should’ve pulled away. should’ve said something sharp or sarcastic—something to cut through the heat.

but I didn’t. i just stared at him, heart racing like a warning bell I chose to ignore.

jay’s eyes searched mine, and for once, he wasn’t smirking. there was no teasing. no edge. just something tired and raw.

“you don’t know what it’s like,” he said quietly.

he exhaled hard, like he’d been holding it in. “losing someone… and then coming home to someone who makes you forget why you were even sad in the first place.”

my breath caught. “jay…”

his thumb brushed the bare skin at my side, just a graze. just enough to make my voice catch.

“i was with her for three years,” he said, voice low. “and I don’t think I ever really felt her. not like this. not like I feel you when you’re in the same room.”

my stomach twisted.

“you piss me off,” he added, a bitter chuckle escaping. “you leave lights on. you steal my hoodies. you roll your eyes like i’m the dumbest person alive.”

i looked down, sheepish.

“but then you say things like ‘are you okay?’ when you think I’m not listening. or you sit next to me on the couch like your body doesn’t fit unless it’s leaning into mine.”

his fingers flexed gently on my waist. my pulse roared in my ears.

“i didn’t come back here to feel something else,” he said, more to himself than to me. “but you—y/n, you make everything fucking louder. the silence hurts more when you’re not around. the house feels colder when your door’s closed.”

i swallowed, my throat tight. “then why do you push me away?”

he looked up, his eyes dark and honest. “because I shouldn’t want this. because you’re the one line I’m not supposed to cross.”

i blinked fast, my chest tight.

“then why are you still holding me?”

he didn’t answer right away. just stared at me, like the words burned before they ever reached his lips.

finally, his voice dropped to a whisper. “because you feel like home.”

my breath hitched.

something in the room shifted—something deeper than lust, more dangerous than want.

“you could’ve told me,” I said quietly.

“i was scared.”

I nodded, barely. “me too.”

he moved then—slowly, carefully. his forehead met mine, breath shared.

“i’m not a good guy,” he whispered.

“you’re better when you’re with me.”

his lips hovered over mine, but didn’t press.

not yet.

“i want this to mean something,” he said. “even if we’re fucked up. even if it’s wrong.”

i nodded, barely able to speak. “it already does.”

the silence between us had weight.

his hand was still on my waist—strong, steady, claiming in a way it shouldn’t be. i could feel every ridge of his fingers through the thin fabric of my shirt. feel his breath warm against my cheek. the storm outside had faded to a distant rhythm, but the storm inside me was just getting started.

i should’ve moved.

he should’ve moved.

but neither of us did.

instead, i whispered, “jay…”

his name sounded too soft coming from my mouth. too familiar. too yearning.

and he heard it.

because his eyes flicked up, meeting mine with something raw. something I didn’t recognize.

our eyes met again, voice rough. “i can describe what it’s been like. living with you again. hearing you in the shower. seeing you walk around in those little shorts. watching you pretend this whole thing doesn’t make your skin burn.”

my breath caught.

“jay—”

his thumb brushed against the hem of my shirt. just a graze. just enough to make my stomach flip.

“i’ve wanted you,” he whispered, “for years, y/n.”

my heart stopped.

he said it like it hurt. like it tasted like sin on his tongue. but he didn’t stop.

“back then, when i was with her? i’d come home and hear you laughing down the hall. and all i could think was… why the fuck isn’t it you in my bed?”

i sucked in a sharp breath, eyes wide.

“i tried to stop,” he said. “tried to bury it. but then I moved back in, and you were right there—so fucking warm, so close, looking at me like you hate me, and i just…”

he shook his head, and his hand gripped my waist tighter.

he pulls back to scan his eyes over my moonlit expression. “i want you to tell me to stop,” he said lowly. “because if you don’t…”

my legs were already pressing together. my pulse was out of control.

“i won’t stop, y/n.”

i stared at him, heart racing.

his lips were inches away. hovering. waiting.

one more breath and they’d be on mine.

my voice barely worked. “what if i don’t want you to stop?”

his jaw flexed.

something behind his eyes snapped.

he surged forward—not kissing me, not yet—but his forehead pressed to mine, our noses brushing. his hand slipped under the hem of my shirt, warm and possessive against my bare skin.

“i want to ruin you for everyone else,” he growled. “you know that, right?”

i gasped.

he slid his hand higher, just under my ribs, dragging heat in his wake.

“i want you to remember the way i touch you. i want you to think about me every time someone else tries to.”

i couldn’t breathe. couldn’t move.

“say it,” he whispered, lips brushing mine now. “say you want this too.”

“i do,” i breathed. “i want you.”

and that’s when his mouth crashed onto mine.

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his lips were on mine—hot, hungry, controlled in the way that meant he was anything but.

jay kissed like he was trying to shut himself up.

like he’d said too much already, and now his mouth needed to do something else—like taste, claim, ruin.

but when i whimpered into the kiss—just barely—he pulled back. breathing hard. his forehead still against mine, both of us trembling.

“not here,” he rasped.

my eyes flicked up. “what?”

he licked his lips. “not on the couch. not like this. i want…”

he stopped himself. eye dark, jaw tight.

“you want what?” i whispered.

“i want to remember it.”

my breath caught.

he stood first, tugging me up with him. and without saying anything else, he led me up the stairs and down the dark hall—his hand wrapped around mine, warm and sure. thunder cracked again, but it was distant now. nothing compared to what was building inside my chest.

jay’s door clicked shut behind us.

everything was still.

the room smelled like him—deep, woodsy cologne and clean sheets and something masculine I couldn’t name. getting flashbacks to the night that he caught me sneaking in. i was barely breathing when he turned to me again.

he didn’t rush.

his fingers found the hem of my shirt first, tugging it gently up and over my head. he dropped it to the floor like it was sacred. his hands came to rest on my waist again, but this time slower, deliberate—like he was learning something for the first time.

“you’re real,” he said softly, like he still couldn’t believe it.

i reached for his shirt next. my fingers shook. i didn’t want it to. i wanted to be calm. i wanted to be enough for this moment. but his skin under my palms made my head swim.

jay let me pull it off, and his body lit like sculpture in the candlelight—lean and strong, every line of muscle carved by tension and time and regret.

“you’re shaking,” he whispered.

“i’m nervous,” i admitted.

he cupped my cheek with one hand. “so am i.”

then—softly—he kissed me again.

not frantic this time.

not like before.

but like he had all night to learn me. like he’d been waiting to. his lips moved with mine slowly, deliberately, like he was tasting every second. like he wanted to remember every breath. and I kissed him back the same way.

when we tumbled onto the bed, he caught me—pressed me into the mattress like a secret, hands braced on either side of my head.

he hovered there, just breathing.

then, “tell me to stop.”

i didn’t. i pulled him in instead.

the flicker of the candle on his nightstand lit his eyes with something almost unholy as he pulled back. “say it again,” he whispered.

my throat tightened. “say what?”

“that you want me.”

he didn’t sound smug. not cocky or teasing. just needy. like the words mattered more than he wanted them to.

i swallowed, fingers twisting in his sheets.

“i want you,” i said. then louder, more certain: “i want you, jay.”

his breath stuttered out of him like I’d hit something deep.

“god, you have no idea,” he muttered, and then his mouth was on mine again—hotter this time. hungrier.

i gasped when he kissed down my jaw, biting lightly beneath my ear, then dragging his tongue across the sting. my hands clutched at his back, nails scoring into skin i‘d only ever seen in glances before. he was everywhere—heat and weight and the scent of rain still lingering in the air.

“you make me crazy,” he growled against my throat. “you walk around this house like you’re not mine to look at. like you’re not already under my skin.”

i whimpered when he ground his hips into mine, slow and punishing.

“i used to hate you,” i breathed, voice breaking. “hated that i thought about you when i shouldn’t.”

he froze for half a second—just long enough to make me think I said too much.

but then he was kissing me hard again, devouring the words right off my tongue.

“you think- I didn’t?” he panted between kisses. “you think I didn’t hate myself for it? you in those damn little sleep shorts… that laugh that gets under my ribs… you’d slam your door just to piss me off, and all i could think about was how much i wanted to slam you against it and hear you say my name.”

my whole body flushed, hips arching instinctively against him. the pressure between us made me bite back a moan.

“jay—”

he growled my name. “say it again. say my name when you sound like that. say my name the way you said it when you fucked yourself with my cock.”

he heard everything that night…

“jay-”

“fuck.”

he yanked my leg around his waist and finally, finally ground down—hot, hard, deliberate. i gasped, nails raking down his spine.

and then—softer, broken—he stilled.

“i’m not good at this,” he said, his voice quieter now. “i’ll fuck it up. i’ll say the wrong thing. i’ll want you when i shouldn’t.”

i cupped his jaw, guiding his eyes back to mine.

“i want you anyway.”

he blinked, something like hope cracking through the storm behind his eyes.

“then hold on,” he whispered, mouth brushing mine. “because i’m not going to be gentle.”

“good,” i whispered back. “i don’t want you to be.”

jay didn’t kiss me again right away.

he looked at me—like he was making sure I was still there, still his, still saying yes without a single word. my heart thrashed in my chest under his gaze. his fingers traced the line of my hip, then gripped it hard, stilling me under him.

and then? he snapped.

rough hands pushed my legs wider, dragging me flush against him like he needed it to breathe. he ground down hard, swallowing the sound that tore from my throat as his mouth finally crashed back onto mine. his kiss was brutal—teeth and tongue, not asking, just taking.

jay’s hand slid up my side, under my bra, knuckles grazing, controlling. when i arched into him, chasing more, he pinned my wrist above my head with one hand, his fingers wrapping around mine like a shackle.

“keep them there,” he growled into my neck.

my breath hitched. “what if i don’t?”

his eyes flicked up. wild. dark. amused.

“then i’ll make you.”

he rolled his hips again—once, slow and rough—and i felt how badly he wanted this. how much he’d held back.

“i think you like being told what to do,” he murmured. “is that what it is? hm?”

“jay—”

“you act like you hate me,” he panted, teeth grazing the shell of my ear. “but your body says something else. you’ve been begging for this since the minute i came back.”

i couldn’t breathe. couldn’t move.

my hands twitched—reflexively wanting to grab him—but i remembered what he said. keep them there. that one command pulsed through my skin like a brand.

“you’re shaking,” he whispered. “good.”

he let go of my wrist, only to drag both his hands down—bruising over my ribs, my hips, squeezing every inch like he wanted to memorize it in pressure. he manhandled me like he needed to feel me struggle a little. like the fight made it mean more.

and i gave in.

let him flip me under him. let him press his weight down until my breath caught. let him drag his hand up the inside of my thigh, stopping just short of where i wanted him most.

“say it again,” he growled, lips brushing my neck.

“jay,” I whimpered.

he bit down, just enough to make me gasp.

“louder.”

“jay—please—”

he kissed me again, this time slower but no less desperate. fingers tangled in my hair. my thighs tightened around his hips. our bodies locked in a rhythm that wasn’t quite there yet, but promised everything.

and just before everything melted into heat and noise and blurred lines—

he whispered, “this changes everything.”

i whispered back, “i don’t care.”

that’s the words he was hoping to hear. he back away and repositioned himself. he was facing my core. he looked up at me with a glint of hunger behind his eyes.

“i heard everything that night,” he smirks as he snakes his hands around my hips to pull my closer to the edge of the bed. making me squeak.

“fuck, I love thinking about you getting off on a dildo molded from my cock. feeling the thick head spreading your lips wide open, stretching you out. imagining the way your cunt would flutter and clench around the shaft as you fuck yourself with it, trying to take it deeper.”

he slips my pants off and pulls my underwear to the side.

“god- i want to feel your breath on my neck, stomach, between my legs… it’s driving me wild.”

with that command, he plunges his tongue deep. instinctively i squeeze my thighs at the intruder.

“little sister tastes so sweet-“ he adds as he licks a stripe up to my clit. bringing me back to reality for a second, but in my surprise his words turned my on even more.

“it wasn’t enough, was it?” he questions.

“because no matter how big and realistic it is, it's still just a piece of plastic. it can't compare to the feeling of my thick cock splitting you open, feeling me twitch and throb inside you as i fill you up with my cum.”

“please-“ i whined lowly as he plunged into my center. i could feel him nipping at me, signaling jay’s interest had piqued.

"i can't stop thinking about you either," he admitted, voice low and rough with desire. "about sliding into your tight little cunt and making you scream for me."

he got up suddenly and started to remove his buckle with no haste. he was just as desperate, if not more, as i am.

i look pathetic as jay stares at me. i’m already fucked out with him barely touching me.

“did you imagine the way i would grab your hips and hold you down as i pound into you, making you take every last inch?”

i hide my face when all of his words are traveling right to my core.

“jay, please just fuck me. i can’t take it any longer.”

“that’s what i thought, you need to be fucked by the real thing, need to feel my hands on your body and hear my voice in your ear. know that it's me inside you, claiming this pussy as mine.” the words melt off his lips as he removes his boxers.

he’s…

huge

and it looks exactly like the toy you have hidden under your pillow.

"tell me you need your big brother's cock."

“jay- mmh- i need you- i need your cock.”

“that’s it baby. spread your legs for me. fuckkkk, you're so wet for me," jay groaned, pushing in just the tip and then pulling back out.

"stop teasing and just fuck me already!" i demanded, trying to pull him closer.

jay reaches over to his bedside table, and i make a split decision. i want to feel him deep, nothing in between us.

“stop,” i grab his arm. he looks at me shocked, “i want to feel every inch, nothing in between.”

jay also came on the spot, he had to take a breath to contain himself. he leaned down and planted a deep kiss on my lips.

“ok baby, promise to look me in the eyes,” he said with smirk.

jay grinned wolfishly and thrust his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth motion. we held eye contact what felt like forever. i was being split apart.

i threw my head back with a choked cry, feeling utterly stuffed full of him. "oh fuck jay! yes, yes, yes!"

he set a fast, punishing pace, slamming into me over and over again. The wet sounds of our coupling filled the room as he took me hard in HIS bed.

"so tight," he grunted, angling his hips to hit my g-spot with every thrust. "gonna fill this pussy up."

my pussy clenched around him as i started to come apart. he pulled out, leaving just his tip inside of me.

"i'm going to breed you so fucking good. pound this tight pussy until my cum is leaking out of you." with that filthy promise, he surged forward, burying himself balls deep in one hard thrust.

i cried out at the delicious stretch, nails raking down jay's back as he set a brutal pace, fucking her into the mattress.

"fuck yes, take it!" jay snarled, angling his hips to hit that perfect spot inside her. "milk my cock, baby. i want to fill this cunt to the brim."

i was lost to the pleasure, meeting his thrusts mindlessly as ecstasy built within me. "don't stop, oh god, right there! I'm gonna- AH!"

jay snarled and bit down on her neck possessively, fucking her through her orgasm. he could feel himself getting close too. "that's it, cream on my cock. fuck, i'm gonna nut deep."

my orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave and i clamped down around jay like a vice.

"Y/N!" he roared, slamming into me one last time before painting her insides with his hot seed.

“jay- baby, please more,” i say, not yet feeling complete. jay wonders if he just wondered into the bed of a sex beast. he chuckles, heaving slightly trying to catch his breath.

“is little sister always so eager to spread your legs for me, because nothing else can compare to the feeling of your stepbrother's cock stretching you out?” he questioned, feeling you squeeze him.

i nod my head letting little whimpers out.

jay then flipped me over onto my hands and knees, feeling disappointed at the loss of connection between the two of us. i felt his seed spill out of me as he smacked my ass hard enough to leave a pink handprint.

"time for round two, baby girl. you’re going to ride me like the horny little slut you are."

he flipped us again, reversing their positions, until i was straddling his hips, his thick shaft nestled between my wet folds.

"let's see how well you can take control," he said with a challenging smirk, his hands settling on my hips.

i bit my lip, tentative at first as i positioned myself over his cock. slowly, i sank down, letting him stretch me open inch by glorious inch. "ohhh fuuuck..." i moaned, eyes fluttering shut as she adjusted to his girth once again.

“look at me when i'm filling up your greedy little cunt," jay commanded, gripping her hips firmly. "i want to see the pleasure on your face as you bounce on my dick."

my eyes snapped open, meeting his intense gaze as i began to rise up and sink back down. i found a steady rhythm, boobs bouncing with each movement. "mmmm, you feel so good," i gasped, clenching around him.

"fuck yes, just like that," jay growled approvingly, guiding my movements with his hands. "ride me faster, show me what a desperate whore you are for my cock."

i whimpered, complying with his demands as i picked up the pace. the wet sounds of our fucking filled the room, mixing with our moans and cries. jay's hands moved to my ass, spreading my cheeks wide as he thrust up to meet my movements.

"you're being such a good little cumslut for me," he praised darkly. "i bet you can't wait to have my baby in this pussy, can you?"

"please, I need it!" i begged shamelessly, feeling myself start to unravel. "fill me up jay! fucking cum in my pussy. breed me like the naughty girl i am!"

"that's it, scream for me baby," he urged, snapping his hips up harder. "loud enough for the whole fucking street to hear what a needy little whore you are for your stepbrother's cock."

"OH MY GOD!" i threw my head back with a wail as my second orgasm crashed through her, cunt fluttering and milking jay's cock. he kept pistoning, fucking me through my high. he followed moments later, snarling his release as he pumped her full of his hot seed. feeling so full.

they collapsed together in a sweaty tangle of limbs, both gasping for breath. jay pulled me into a filthy kiss, tangling his fingers in her hair. "my perfect little cumdump," he rumbled against her lips.

jay rolls off me, his naked body glistening with sweat as he sprawls out on the bed. his eyes gleam with a mischievous spark.

"fuck, that was hot. i can't believe we just did that, baby. bet you never thought your own flesh and blood could rock your world like that."

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the room was quiet now.

only the soft whir of the ceiling fan and the occasional crack of thunder still rumbling outside. my skin was still buzzing, my breath finally starting to slow, but my heart… not so much.

jay hadn’t moved in a while.

he was still half-draped over me, chest pressed to my back, his arm curled tight around my waist like he wasn’t ready to let go. his breath warmed the curve of my shoulder, slow and steady against the skin he’d once bruised with his mouth.

i turned my head slightly. “you still alive?”

he didn’t answer right away. just hummed low in his throat and nuzzled closer, his nose brushing the back of my neck.

“barely,” he muttered. “you killed me.”

a small laugh escaped me. quiet. nervous. soft.

then i felt it—his hand sliding up from my waist, skimming over my ribs until it found my hand and laced our fingers together.

gentle. like he’d never gripped me too tight. like he wasn’t the same person who’d just pinned me down and made me come undone.

“you okay?” he asked, his voice a low rasp in the dark.

that got me. the softness. the checking in.

i nodded. “yeah. you?”

he exhaled into my skin. “…no.”

i blinked, twisting slightly to look at him. “what?”

jay met my gaze, barely. his lashes were low, and for the first time all night, he looked… tired. raw.

“i’m not okay,” he said again, quieter this time. “because i know what i just did. and i know i can’t take it back.”

i searched his face. “do you want to take it back?”

silence.

his thumb brushed slow circles against the back of my hand. he stared at our fingers, still linked between us.

“no,” he admitted. “but i want to do it right.”

he shifted closer, pulling the blanket higher over both of us, tucking it around my shoulder like a habit. something in him had shifted. his movements, his breath, his touch—they were all different now. still firm, still possessive—but quieter. more deliberate.

“i don’t want you thinking this was just tension,” he murmured. “or a mistake. or something i’ll ignore in the morning.”

i stared at him, chest tightening. “and what if i already know that?”

he met my eyes then, really looked.

something flickered across his face—something like relief, tangled in guilt and hope.

“you still feel like home,” he whispered. “even now.”

and somehow, that wrecked me more than anything he’d done with his hands.

i shifted back into his chest and let him hold me. let myself believe—for the first time in a long time—that maybe this wasn’t just a mistake waiting to happen.

maybe this was what came after.

“i guess you can keep my replica… even though i already ruined you…” we both chuckled in unison.

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