#enthralling you enthralling me au

[justfangirlstuffs]

Chase

You're bored and looking for some entertainment, and Sun is more than willing to entertain you.

Vampire Sun x Thrall Y/N

CW: suggestive

Wordcount: 2530

You were bored. Oh, so very bored and restless. Moon was out on an errand. So it was just you, Sun, and DJ and the other spirits haunting the place. Speaking of Sun, you found him lounging in one of the sitting room chairs by the fireplace doing some kind of embroidery project. As soon as you entered the room, his eyes met yours and a wide grin stretched his face.

“Hello, sweet thing. What brings you here?”

You didn't answer right away, instead going over and leaning on the back of the chair he was sitting in. “I'm bored,” you said at length.

“Ah, I see. And you've come to me looking for entertainment, is that it?” He didn't sound bothered, setting aside his project and patting a hand on his lap, quietly inviting you to have a seat.

You smiled, stepping around and slipping into his lap, Sun smoothly pulling you close. “So how should I entertain my darling, hm? We could always go to the kitchen and I could whip up a little something. Maybe brunch with hot chocolate?”

“Are you sure you should be making that?” you asked playfully. “Maybe we should wait until Moon gets back.”

Sun reached down, casually pinching your lower jaw between his long fingers as he stared down at you with a playful smile. “Are you looking to be punished? I can't imagine why else you would antagonize me so.”

You held back a snicker. Apparently, Sun was super sensitive about his cooking skills. “It's fine, I'm not that hungry anyway.” In the background the logs in the fireplace crackled softly and the faint smell of wood smoke teased your nostrils.

“That's makes one of us, then,” he remarked, leaning down to nuzzle your neck. His breath was warm and soft, his caress was calming yet electrifying. You felt his sharp teeth lightly grazing at your neck, but... It wasn't even a bite. It was a tease. He chuckled and buried his face in the curve of your neck.

His lips lightly caressed you, his voice whispering in your ear, "Mine." He pressed a soft kiss at your neck, then another. Your pulse quickened and you were so distracted by just this. His scent was addictive, his words pure honey in your ears. And he looked so goddamn fine.

"Oh, is someone hungry?" you asked playfully, feeling his mouth teasing along your neck. Like he wanted something more. You rubbed your hands up and down his chest.

"I'm not only hungry." He looked up at you. His eyes darkened but the fire light still made them glow. He tilted his head and you felt his teeth again. "I crave you, my Star," he purred in your ear. His fingers were at your waist and he moved them up, up, up, under your clothes. His touch was electric. He was as bold and teasing as you wanted him to be.

Your eyes widened, face going red as his fingers snuck under your shirt. You quickly grab his hands, stopping him. "W-wait! I... um... this is just really fast."

His grin became wider as he felt your grip on his fingers. "Too fast?" He said with a playful smirk as his eyes twinkled. "I suppose we do have the whole day ahead of us. I'm not complaining though."

You rolled your eyes but you were smiling. "You are absolutely incorrigible." All the same, you were grateful he had the courtesy to respect your boundaries and stop when you asked.

Sun chuckled. "Well, to be fair... I'm not entirely incorrigible. My hands are right here." He teased, and his fingers went up, just under the fabric of your clothes, touching your skin but going no further.

He was trying to make the touch as teasing as possibly. His fingertips were barely grazing your body, making his intentions clear.

"Your skin is so smooth." His voice purred again, like soft velvet. "It's almost insidious how... Desirable you are."

Your face burned with both embarrassment and appreciation at his words. Your heart was beating way too fast. You almost felt light headed. Okay, well if it was games Sun wanted to play, then you'd play one of your own. You leaned forward, giving him a surprise smooch. Then, in his moment of being stunned, you scrambled out of his lap and made a run for it.

When you gave him a sudden kiss, he froze. Time seemed to slow down and his mind blanked in a good way, his eyes sparkling once again when you jumped out of his lap and ran.

You heard his laugh behind your back. "Really, little star?" He taunted you. "If you think I'm letting you go, then you're sadly mistaken. But by all means..." His voice dipped, making your heart quiver with his next words. “Run as fast as you can.”

And run you did, through twisting halls and up and down staircases of the maze-like manor. You ran so fast everything was a blur and your body was quick to burn itself out. You paused for breath, looking for a place to hide and recharge. You ducked into what appeared to be a guest room. There weren't a whole lot of places in the room you could hide. Making a split second decision, you ducked into the closet and quietly shut yourself into the dark enclose space. You covered your mouth to stifle your breathing.

Sun walked near the bedroom and stepped in, his heels clacking against the hard floor. A small smile was plastered on his face and he moved his head slowly, trying to make out any sound you might've made.

"I know you're in here, my little sweet. You're not the only one good at playing games." His voice was soft but it clearly teasing you. "Come out, come out, wherever you are," he called playfully.

You kept your hands clamped over your mouth, breathing quietly through your nose while your heart thudded loudly against your rib cage. You could hear him out there. HUNTING for you.

"I can hear your heartbeat, little Star," Sun murmured, his voice and footsteps growing closer as he wandered the room. "I can hear your breath. So quiet. So fast." His tone was playful, but you could hear a drop of excitement in it. It was easy to tell he was having the time of his life with this game the two of you were playing.

Your eyes widened. Of course, he could hear your heartbeat. If that was the case, then he already knew exactly where you were. He was just toying with you. You crept further back into the closet, searching of a dark nook to hide away in but there was none to be found.

"There you are," Sun's voice lilted. You could almost imagine him grinning, but in his usual charming way. There was no escape. You heard his fingers gripped the door of the closet. "There is no use in hiding, sweet thing." His voice dripped with a smirk. He was enjoying the chase, no doubt, but he obviously wanted you too. "I'm getting in there, sooner or later. You won't escape this hunt."

Even though you know there is little use in it, you tried to hold the door closed. If only to prolong the inevitable. You could hear the door bend under Sun's force, his grip not too strong, yet not too weak, just strong enough so the door still stood. His fingers were moving up and down it, trying to find any weak spots.

"Good, good," he whispered, his voice was slightly lower but he was still amused. The sound of it was oddly addictive, almost hypnotizing. "Resist. Don't give up the fight."

A full body shiver ran through you at his words. It was a weird sort of thrill mixed with vindication and pleasure at his praise. He liked what you were doing. He liked it when you resisted. It just made the chase more fun for him. You used all your weight to hold the door shut, fighting and resisting, just like he wanted. Just like you wanted.

"That's it. Keep resisting, my Starlight. Make me break the door to get you." His voice purred darkly, sending tingling goosebumps racing up and down your spine. You could hear the sound of wood splintering under steel nails. It was clear Sun was determined to get rid of any obstacle that would deny him your embrace.

He was like a tiger. You were like a gazelle. And the whole game was a play of cat and a mouse. He was amused and the thrill of you holding off against him made him crave you more, want you more. Wanted you in his arms where you belonged.

Would he really break the door down? Honestly, you wouldn't put hardly anything past him at this point. You held out for as long as you could, but just when you felt the door about to give you jumped back. A cacophony of breaking wood and squealing metal ensued as Sun tore the closet door clean off its hinges, sending splinters scattering to the floor.

His footsteps creaked on wood and a gentle chuckle left his lips as he tossed the door aside and stepped into the small space.

Your breath caught in your throat as your back was pressed against the closet wall as he cornered you. There was nowhere left to run as he pinned you against the wall. His gleaming eyes flickered and his fingers gripped your hips.

"Mine," he growled softly, his claws lightly brushing your skin, tickling you, yet they didn't hurt. "Mine."

He didn't even give you time to say anything, Sun kissed you passionately once again. His tongue played against yours, your bodies touching, him pressing you against the wall. Goosebumps raised on you skin where his claws brushed, and you moaned as his tongue brushed yours.

You heard his laugh once more as he saw your goosebumps, his gaze tracing over your body, his eyes shining with joy. He pulled away, holding you by your cheeks and gazing directly in your eyes. His fangs were glistening like diamonds.

"You were thinking you were going to escape me?" He chuckled. "How precious of you, my darling." He was amused, his eyes still holding a predatory gleam, yet he still managed to make you feel safe. So, so safe.

"No," you admitted. "I didn't think I could escape you. I just... wanted you to chase me. It was... fun." It felt weird admitting all of this, like you were confessing to some sort of scandalous sin. But you didn't feel he would judge you for it.

Sun leaned his head towards your and whispered, "I knew it." His eyes were sparkling with joy. "It was fun, wasn't it?" His voice was quiet but the feeling of desire was very palpable. "Catch and keep. And you, my precious little Star, are caught." His hands held you tight and he looked so happy, leaning down to once more gently press his lips to yours.

You hummed into his kiss, feeling safe and comfortable. Is this what people often refer to as aftercare? You rather liked it. "It would seem so," you murmured in agreement, hooking your arms around his neck. "So then... you don't mind if I occasionally put up a bit of a fight? Just to keep things interesting?"

He laughed, his lips brushing against your forehead tenderly. "Oh no, not at all." Sun smiled. "In fact... I'd say that the hunt is the most enjoyable. The chase, the play for power. The game. I love the game, I could play it for hours." He chuckled and kissed your neck, his teeth slightly grazing your skin once again, causing you to shiver with delight. "You're my little Star. You're always in my reach and afraid to say..." Sun whispered, his teeth lightly biting you but not piercing skin. "There's no escape for you."

Good thing you had absolutely no desire or need for escape then. "Well, then let me give just a little bit of warning," you said before moving your head and biting his shoulder playfully. "This little star bites back."

Your bite was gentle but he let out a little moan, the muscles under your teeth twitching. "Oh, a feisty one, I see." Sun snickered. "A hunt with fire and brimstone. Fascinating. I must say, as a thrall you're a bit of a handful..." He hummed, stroking his long, nimble fingers along your jaw. "And I like this."

"I can be sweet too," you told him. "I'll admit. All of this is very fast. Faster than I'm used to. It feels like... hmm... like I've been crawling for a long time and now suddenly I'm running. So, do you think you can have the patience to let me stop and catch my breath once in a while?"

In all honesty, Sun was very tempted to just throw you on the bed and do some more enjoyable things with you, but... he could be gentle. He liked what you were playing, he liked the chase.

"We'll take it slow." He murmured and leaned closer so his face was almost touching yours. There was also a very faint glimmer in his eyes, as if he was expecting just one more kiss - hoping even. "Slow and steady."

"Thank you," you told him, smiling. Taking gentle hold of his face, you leaned forward and kissed him, knowing he wanted it as much as you did. You leaned against him, suddenly feeling completely tuckered out. "I think I need a nap."

"It would seem you pushed yourself just a little too hard," Sun chuckled, leaning his chin on your head. He held you in his arms, one hand stroking your hair gently. "You can sleep as much as you want, as long as it's in my arms," he whispered, his eyes glittering with affection and his gaze full of love.

His claws lightly brushed your skin, his eyes scanning your face, studying it like it was something precious. Because, as he said, you were. You were his.

You hummed and leaned against him, closing your eyes and letting loose a yawn. "That sounds nice. "

"I've been told that I'm also a good pillow." Sun chuckled, his voice calm and steady. He picked you up and carried you to the bed, laying down with you resting on top of him. "You can sleep here, sweet thing. I won't let anything happen to you,” he promised, kissing your forehead. “Sleep, rest, feel safe. You deserve all of it, my Star."

"Thank you, Sun," you murmured, curling up on top of him.

He held you closely, his arms hugging you tightly. His fingers were playing with your hair as his eyes were filled with affection. You suddenly realized how exhausted you were. His body felt warm and comforting, perfect to catch some Zs after all of the running and hiding.

"Sweet dreams, my precious little star," he whispered, once again wishing you pleasant rest. "Rest well."

And rest well you did.

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... *Reading through Enthralling You, Enthralling Me for the 7th time* @justfangirlstuffs You know what you've done- /pos

TW/CW: Suggestive, blood, fangs below

Just getting your average feeding :3c

[clxckwork-sun-n-moon]

best you don't make him upset

EYEM!Eclipse courtesy of @justfangirlstuffs

[willyhoos]

a very self indulgent twipri au i made... vampire!zelda x vampire hunter!link..

in which a rancher from ordon is suddenly afflicted with lycanthropy, and hunts down the cursed hylian queen who is absolutely, DEFINITELY responsible for it...

(spoilers: he's Mega Wrong)

a bit more info about the au below the cut!

"Link, go assassinate the Hylian queen so we can go back to living normally." instructions unclear i have fallen in love with her

midna is somewhere probably maybe once i figure out what to do with her .

[sourtomatola]

The Y/N Daycare, moon side!

Sunny side

starting from left to right we have...

DCA Little assistant: @justfangirlstuffs Security: @bunmuffin Mer handler: @oobbbear Mer : @sleepy-kam1 WCPGW: @saltyfryz Cherub: @starrspice Sheriff: @castercassette Nightmare: @opudont-donut Stardust: @maudiemoods CCRT: @paper-lilypie Monster hunter: @miwachan2 Enthralling: Also justfangirlstuffs Virus: @vurelly Candyland: @garbagechocolate Farmer: mine BHTF: @xitsensunmoon

Close ups under cut

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ArtFight Friendly Fire for @justfangirlstuffs

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🫚, 🍒, and🫓?

from this ask game

ginger answered here!

🍒Cherry - Which two of your Ocs are most weirdly alike now that you think about it?

ASPEN AND ANTON. they’re so weirdly alike just hear me out.

they’re both WEIRD just in general like they’re silly fellas. they both love green, they both love animals and nature, they’re both connected to a specific animal (Aspen likes wolves and Anton likes rats), neither of them like people very much and would be happier living in a whimsical forest forever. they both got the tism and are trans masc, they’re both lonely and touched starved as fuck (but really who isn’t), just in general their personalities are similar. their NAMES are similar.

Anton and Aspen would info dump about literally anything and everything to each other, neither of them would ever stop talking. Anton would find a way to make Aspen a shapeshifter (and not fail this time) so he’d be able to turn into a wolf whenever he wants. Aspen and Anton would go outside ALL THE TIME and they would love going on walks in the forest together and befriend all kinds of silly animals.

Aspen wouldn’t want to leave because his life SUCKED before. as you know, he was a complete nobody and in his canon story, nobody cared that he died at all. so nobody would be looking for him if he was taken as Anton’s test subject, except Lyle, but in this fake au scenario i’m making up right this second uhh maybe she’s there too. or maybe Anton made a clone for Aspen i mean yeah that’s more likely.

no wait. Lyle would be FUN too. i haven’t talked much about her but she’s also weird and silly and unhinged like Aspen so like the three of them would be unstoppable together it’d be so silly wow. wow this is such a fun scenario

like Aspen and Anton are literally PERFECT for each other guys idk what Anton was thinking making that Dew guy his test subject. Aspen was RIGHT THERE. and he’s IMMORTAL

🫓(Idk what this thing is) - Wild card! Tell me your favorite fact or something you want to share about your Ocs or Oc world.

fun fact! while i was writing all that nonsense up there i got an even better idea. so i am maybe writing a tllr and brc crossover au where Anton’s a vampire and takes Aspen (who’s probably not immortal in this but who knows i literally just had this idea just now) as his thrall. currently losing my marbles over this actually

[catman-draws]

Dolorosa looks like she’s having a hard time, maybe she needs another parental figure to help her out? Maybe Dad Egbert/Crocker?

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[justfangirlstuffs]

Truth

You're alone in the manor with Moon, and there's plenty for the two of you to get up to. Especially when you make a rather... surprising request of him.

Vampire Moon x Thrall Y/N

CW: suggestive

Wordcount: 5010

Moon was the one who woke up first. His hand was on your thigh, but your stirring woke him. As you woke, Moon's arms wrapped around you tighter, and his embrace felt like the most comforting thing in the world.

"Good morning," he purred as he caressed you. Your neck was still marked by him from last night. Those love bites were still fresh, and if you touched your neck you would feel them.

Your heart raced when you felt his rumble reverberate through your body and you felt his fingers rub over you. Memories of last night's feeding session flooded over you and you gazed up at him, cheeks warming.

"Morning," you mumbled shyly, still getting used to sharing a bed. You noted Sun was nowhere to be found.

Moon smiled at you, his eyes focused on your face. "Did you sleep well?" He smirked, his hand slid down to your waist and further down to your thigh, as he pushed his body closer to yours. "You're a little flustered."

You mentally check in with yourself. Despite having been fed on, and having your blood drained, you felt pretty good. Really good actually. "I'm a little sleepy, but I'm alright," you answered, happy that he was checking in with you. It led you to suspect that he really did care about your well being. His eyes looked down at the marks he left on your neck, and he didn't seem ashamed about it. On the contrary, he looked happy about it. You reached up to touch them and you shiver, your blush deepening.

"I left my mark on you. You're mine," he said almost in a teasing manner.

The way he said the word 'mine' sent another shudder rocking through your body, and you knew that what he was saying was not something to be taken lightly. His hand slid up your thigh and then to your hip, his other arm around your waist kept you close to him. You felt warm and safe in his arms. The bed was indeed really comfortable.

"Now, tell me..." His voice was a bit lower than usual, almost as if he was whispering in your ear. "Did you want more?"

“Can I have breakfast first?” Your words were punctuated by a soft growl from your stomach.

"Breakfast. Alright," he said, with a smile. He pulled the bed sheets aside for the two of your to slide out. "I'm expecting to have you once I'm done though. Do you have any preferences?" He asked, still holding you in his arms. "You should let me know."

"Um... I like pancakes," you said after a moment.

"Alright, pancakes it is then." He moved to the edge of the bed, still keeping his hands on you and still being extremely close to you. “Leave it to me. I'll take care of you." He smirked at you, his hands still on your waist. "For now, I think your morning can be spent in my arms, right?"

Geez, you couldn't think of a better way to spend the hours. "Okay," you murmured. Deciding to be just a little bold you placed your hand on one of his, just gently stroking over his fingers.

Your touch sent sparks through him, his expression softened as he smiled back at you. You were getting bold, but he liked that. The two of you went to the kitchen and immediately Moon got to work gathering what he needed to make you breakfast.

"How do you like your pancakes? With chocolate? Or berries? Or some other kind of toppings?" He said this while he started to melt butter in a pan, the movements seemed to be natural to him. It was clear that cooking was one of the things he enjoyed, despite his vampire nature, Moon loved making food for others.

“Some fruit on top would be great,” you answered, sitting down at the table and watching him work. You couldn't take your eyes off of him. The way he moved was so mesmerizing. "And little whipped cream would be nice too."

"Alright." Moon said, taking that into consideration. He got out some strawberries and blueberries setting them aside. "Actually, I want you to try something. Close your eyes, take a deep breath." You stared at him curiously but decided to trust him and closed your eyes. "And then, open your mouth."

Swallowing nervously, you parted your lips. "Ahh," you say for the fun of it.

You felt something soft, cool, and sweet pressed between your lips. Your eyes went wide as a strawberry slid into your mouth. Moon watched, his smirk wide and pleased, that was just too cute.

“That was very good, sweet thing,” he whispered, caressing a hand over your cheek as he watch you chew and swallow the fruit. Your cheeks were no doubt as bright and red as the berry you just consumed.

"I know I'm simply irresistible but stay focused on the task at hand, hmm?" you remarked, trying to regain some of your mental footing.

Moon laughed out loud, clearing finding your comment amusing. “Of course. Anything for you, Star.”

You smiled, watching him get back to cooking. This was nice. Comfortable. Domestic. It wasn't long before Moon brought over a steaming plate of pancakes topped with sliced fruit. They looked and smelled delicious and your stomach rumbled with excitement.

The first bite of the pancake was heaven and you moaned loudly as you savored the taste. "These are so good!" Soon you were devouring the pancakes at a rapid pace, eager to fill your stomach, and within minutes you've cleared my plate.

"I'm glad you like them," Moon said as he watched you finish your plate. "You have a wonderful appetite. Would you like more? I made plenty."

You happily helped yourself to a second plate, eating more slowly this time. Before long there was nothing left.

Moon kept looking at you smiling, he couldn't help himself. "I'm glad you're so happy with my cooking." He took the plates away, placing them in the sink.

"It was wonderful, thank you," you said, feeling pleasantly stuffed and you released a happy sigh, feeling relaxed.

"No problem," Moon said. After a moment of silence and just watching you, he asked, "Can I ask you something?" His voice sounded serious.

"You just did." You grinned widely at him. "I'm just kidding. What did you want to ask?"

Moon chuckled a bit at your response, he liked that you were so playful. "Do you... still enjoy spending time with me?” he looked curious. "I know a lot has changed in very little time.””

“Of course I do,” You said without hesitation. You could scarcely believe he was even asking you that. "You're kind, and sweet, and thoughtful. And even though you have your urges, you listen to me and you're considerate.” He could have easily forced anything onto you and there's little you could have done, but he didn't That meant everything to you. “If anything... I'm more worried that you might get tired of me.”

Moon listened to your answer and a relief came over his features. It seemed that was the answer he was hoping for. "I could never get tired of you, my sweet Star. In fact, there is no length of time with you that could ever be enough for me.” He smiled at you, he genuinely meant his words.

His words caused you to grin fiercely, taking his hand in yours. "I'm glad," you said, and you meant it with all your heart. "This has been an exciting experience."

"Oh, you've yet to see nothing." He chuckled. He brought your hand to his mouth, and gently kissed it. He didn't move, and his mouth lingered there for a while. "You know nothing yet, this is just the beginning." Moon's voice was soft and deep, your heartbeat sped up as his lips graze over the inside of your wrist before teasingly moving up your arm.

You really hoped that he meant those words. You blushed as he pushed up your sleeve, his lips teasing along your skin.

“I'm starting to think you enjoy teasing me way too much," you remarked, feeling your skin heat.

"I like it because it's fun," he said, and his face had that cute, sweet smile again. "You get so flustered, it's so endearing." He chuckled. His fingers lightly grazed over your neck, leaving tingling trails in their wake. "And I wouldn't be against you teasing me either." He whispered close to your ear. "I actually invite you to do it."

Gosh dangit, even though you tried to fight it, you can't help the smile tugging at your lips. He wasn't wrong. The teasing was fun.

"Oh? You want to be teased?"

You leaned in slowly, as if to kiss him. Then you dart out of your seat and run to the opposite side of the room, laughing. This was his treat. Based on what you've seen, he and Sun liked it when you resist. It excited them. So he got to have a little chase to get things started.

Once again you surprised him, and he couldn't help but laugh, he found this idea of yours rather amusing, and also pretty cute, and he liked it.

"Now you're getting interesting." He chuckled and got up from his place, following you with a wide smile on his face, his fangs glinting.

"Mmm," you hummed and once more moved out of range of his grasp. Just far enough out of reach that he had to follow you if he wanted to hold you again. A smirk played on your lips.

"You know, you're not that fast," he snickered, his eyes were locked on you with attention as he quickly closed in on you.

Your grin got wider. "I'm not, huh? Maybe I should try harder." You hurriedly stepped out of range once more, this time darting behind the kitchen table, flashing him a teasing smile.

"Hah! That's the spirit!" He said when you darted away, he was laughing again, but his eyes were locked on you and alight with glee as he gave chase. "My little Star is up for a challenge, I see."

"I just have to be faster than you," you said, scurrying away to the other side of the kitchen, a small giggle leaving your lips. You moved back and forth, ready to dart away if he got too close.

Moon kept following you, that cute, tiny smile never leaving his face, he enjoyed this. He always liked when you teased him. He followed you across the room. A smirk was on his face, he didn't intend to do anything just yet. He was having some fun with you.

"Someone is asking for trouble," he purred darkly, as he tried approaching you again, slowly, but confidently.

You smile and make a faint to the left but you go right and sprint out of the kitchen.

Moon had just one thought: get them.

He chased you out of the kitchen, down the hallways. Despite your best efforts, was gaining on you though, your lead on him was rapidly disappearing. You made the mistake of looking back over your shoulder only to find he'd vanished. Your head whipped around, heart hammering as you tried to figure out where he'd gone.

A manic giggle sounded from above your and your head whipped up to find Moon clinging to the wall like a spider, grinning down at you. You turned to run, but it was far too late. The predator had closed in on it's prey. You felt feel Moon's hands hook around you, lifting you off the ground. You let loose a scream of giggles as your effectively caught. "No fair!”

"Did you think I'd let you out of my grasp that easily?" He smirked, his breath was in your hair. He was still holding you, his arms around your waist, he didn't want to let you go. "My Star is adorable, they even scream when they get caught."

You were unable to break loose as Moon carried you to one of the bedrooms. Shutting the door behind him, he took you and put you on the bed, your body against his and your face mere inches from his. He was now leaning down on top of you, and suddenly he pinned your arms down on your sides.

You had hoped you'd be fast enough to hide, just to prolong things just a little bit. But it seemed like Moon was done with waiting. Your eyes widened as he effortlessly pinned you down. But you didn't feel scared at all. You squirmed in his grasp, fighting against his grip, but it's more for show than any real attempt to get away.

"Aw, I like it when you squirm." He smirked as he leaned down towards you, your faces were extremely close together. His eyes were piercing through you as he looked at you. His body completely pressed against yours, his hands still on your wrists, he didn't want you to go anywhere.

His breathing became a bit uneven, as the excitement was getting up. He placed a hand on your cheek and his clawed thumb brushed over your lips.

You squirmed harder, trying to find some weakness in his grip but their was none. He had you trapped, right where he wanted you. His gaze sent a shiver rolling up your spine. His hand gently placed itself behind your head, and he finally claimed your lips in a fierce kiss, his grip still being extremely tight but not to the point of hurting you. He wanted to make you feel how much he loved you, wanted you. You were his, and he would prove it as many times and as many ways as it took.

His kiss tasted like heaven and yet so exquisitely sinful. You moaned against his mouth, your body arching up to meet his. You wanted to hold him, but your arms were still pinned down. He had all the control.

He enjoyed this, as much as you did. You could feel his arms shaking a lot as he put more of his body weight on you, trying to pin you down as much as he possibly could. He enjoyed it so much when you moaned, it was clear from the way he held you. You could feel how much he truly wanted it, and he wasn't going to stop.

You felt him nibble on your lower lip, and his hand moved up to your cheek and gently pulled on your chin towards a more comfortable position.

You felt his teeth bite your lip, his tongue requesting access, and your mouth parted for him, your tongue eagerly meeting his. Your body was getting hotter with every second, the delicious friction of his body against yours causing pleasure to curl in your gut.

His tongue invaded your mouth, exploring every nook and cranny. It seemed like he enjoyed tasting you, your tongue, your mouth. His lips were soft and they moved with yours in a perfect rhythm keeping a pace of your comfort.

His body rubbing against yours caused a wave of pleasure to rush though your body, making you feel a pleasant tingling in all of the right places, it was a mind numbing sensation and it made you want to fully give into him. You let loose a low whine as once more you tried free your arms but Moon kept them pinned down. You wanted to hold him, but you weren't moving without his say so.

"Do you really need to use your hands?" Moon asked you teasingly.

He sounded slightly amused, and he looked at you for a few moments, watching your reactions. He began softly nibbling at your neck, causing the feelings to become even more intense.

"Maybe if you beg... very, very nicely." He smirked, you could feel him nibbling more firmly. You felt like he was going to bite harder if you refused to answer.

Heat rushed to your cheeks, but you closed your eyes and murmured, "Please, can I hold onto you?"

"You're still not trying hard enough." He grinned against your neck, you heard a chuckle leave his mouth. He pressed his body even harder against yours. "I still feel some resistance, I want to make sure you really want it." His voice sounded so serious, so firm, you felt a slight bit of pressure coming from it.

You bite your lip for a moment before swallowing down your pride. "Please, Moon," I say a little louder. "I want to hold you. Please?"

"Very good." He let go of your wrists and let your arms free. He bit down a little harder on your neck but his fangs had yet to breach skin. He wanted to hear you again, he wanted you to beg more.

As soon as your arms were free, you wrapped them around Moon's torso, your fingers digging into his back. You were starting to get lost in the sensations, but before that... there was something you wanted to ask him. “M-Moon?”

He didn't pause, but his mouth slowed in it's teasing enough to ask, “Yes, sweet thing?”

“Could you.... put me in a trance?” you asked, feeling your cheeks flush.

That caused him to stop and he sat up to gaze down at you curiously. “You... want me to?”

“I just... I wanna know how it feels,” you mumbled, glancing away in embarrassment. “And... I trust you.”

You felt Moon's hand gently cup your cheek and tilt your head so you were looking back at him. He smiled down at you. “If that's what you want...” He paused. He was giving you the chance to reconsider. To back out.

You swallowed down your nerves. “It is,” you said resolutely.

Moon considered you for a few moments more before nodding. “Alright. All you have to do is relax... and let me in.” His lips were curled into a playful, teasing smile as he looked at your face carefully, his red eyes gleaming brightly. “We're gonna play a little game.”

In the dark room, Moon's eyes illuminated his sharp smile. You couldn't fight the shiver that rolled through you.

"So what are the rules of this game?" you asked softly.

"Let's just say, that... You have to do whatever I say." He smirked, and the glimmer in his eyes was rather playful and teasing. "And the punishment for failing... Well." Moon leaned slightly closer to you, his fingertips tracing your neck once more... "That's up to me, pet~" He said in a low voice, he had that mischievous grin still on his face. It was hard to say if it was meant as something flirtatious or... something more. "But don't worry. You're gonna have as much fun as I am."

A part of you was very eager to figure out what the game actually is. His fingertips were still tracing your neck, as he looked you right in the eye. His words seemed to be so confident, and his gaze... It was almost hypnotizing.

You stared up at him, finding yourself believing what he was saying. That you'd have fun too. Your eyes drifted to the door where you came, and an intrusive thought wormed its way into your mind, of what would happen if you decided to make a run for it. Would he LET you?

You felt a tingle up your spine - his fingers were still holding your neck, tracing it softly. No doubt about it - his touch was really soothing, and you could feel that he was doing his best to calm you down. The way he was talking, he was so sure that you'd have fun... And you believe it as well.

The thought of running came to your mind, but it seemed to disappear as you felt the touch of his fingers again. "You're not gonna run, I can promise you that." Moon said, looking right into your eyes, as if he knew what you were thinking.

Your eyes fluttered close at his soft touches and you relax in his hold. Maybe... maybe you could play.... just for a little bit. What was the harm?

"Good... Good..." he said in a calm, soothing voice that was making you feel even more relaxed. You couldn't help but believe his words. "What was the harm? Why not play? It'll be fun, just... Try it out." It was a voice in your head that urged you to keep going.

His fingers started circling your neck, playing with it, tracing it as he was keeping you in his hold. "You're not gonna run," he whispered, it was as if he knew your thoughts and was saying it out loud.

"I'm... I'm not gonna run," you repeated, the words falling from your lips.

He nodded, his face still looking serious despite his mischievous expression.

"Now... The game is gonna be a mix of truth or dare." His grip tightened lightly. "I don't want you to think too much about it, just have fun." The bell on his wrist tinged softly, and his fingers stayed on your neck now. You knew that you couldn't run away - it was too late, you knew that you were in it. "Let's begin then... I'll let you choose first."

"I choose truth," you said, enjoying the way the bell tinged so sweetly.

"Hm..." Moon hummed. "Alright, let's see..." He placed his hand on your lower back, running his hand in small circles there.

"Let's start with something nice, and easy... hmm... What do you like the most about me? It can be anything really," he said in a playful tone, his lips curling up into a slight, teasing, smile. "And you have to answer it, no backing away."

"I like how affectionate you are," you said without hesitation. "I like the games you play and the way tease me. Even if it's embarrassing or frustrating sometimes, it's... endearing."

The bell on his wrist started tinging more loudly, and his mouth was forming a smile, which only became bigger as he heard your words. "Mmm~" he mumbled sweetly.

Moon let go of you and moved back a little, still smirking. You let loose a small whine, finding yourself sorely missing his touch. "Thank you, Star." His eyes were focused on you, he was just looking, observing you. "But... I think you need to know who you really are. Do you wanna hear your own truth?"

You stared at him, puzzled by his words. "My truth?"

He placed a hand underneath your chin and looked you right in the eye, his gaze was fixed on you, like he was about to reveal the biggest secret of your life. "Yes. Your own truth. It's gonna be good for you, believe me. And... You do want to hear it, don't you? I just know it." He smirked, that teasing smile of his still on his face.

"I...Yes, I do," you said, staring up into his eyes.

"Your truth is, that... you love to be teased. You love to be teased by me." His gaze was soft, his voice was sweet and calm. It sounded true, it sounded like your truth. "You enjoy my words, and you enjoy my touch. You enjoy our little games, no matter how embarrassing or how difficult it might get for you." He let go of your chin slightly and leaned closer to you. "Isn't that right?"

Your cheeks flushed and you want to look away but you can't. "Yes."

He smiled, his lips curling up. "See? You just admitted that you love my teasing. This is proof, isn't it? Now, you also get to admit that you love being touched..." He placed his fingers through your hair and started playing with it. "And you know, your body is saying that you enjoy it. And it's not like I hate it, either..." He moved in closer, looking you right in the eyes. "Admit it."

"I..." You paused only for a moment. There was no harm in answering, right? It was just a simple question, and Moon wanted an honest answer. "I do. I like being touched."

"Mhm~" His voice came out as a low moan. His lips curved into a wide, mischievous grin. "And there we have it then. You know, you could've chosen dare first...” His fingers continued to softly touch and tease you. "But here we are, that's okay too. Maybe... It's fun that you'll see me tease you a lot more. Isn't that right?"

You hummed softly and nuzzled into his hand, hoping he didn't mind. Your cheeks blushed at the thought of him teasing you even more than he already did, but you also didn't mind the idea. In fact... you loved it.

"I knew that you'd enjoy it." Moon purred, his tone was sweet and tender. It was hard to say, but in this moment, and that moment alone, his flirty and playful aura was... Not that present. No, in this situation, he was acting a lot more gentle, caring and soft, and that contrast was enough to catch you completely off-guard.

"I'll be teasing you even more," he whispered, a sly smirk back on his face. Moon's touch was still there, and it was calming. He didn't seem to mind it at all.

It wasn't a threat, but a promise, and you found, in that moment, you didn't mind it. In fact, you were happy. Content.

"We're gonna have so much fun~" Moon hummed, he seemed to look at you rather... intently. "Don't forget, pet." The word pet didn't sound like a threat, rather it sounded... loving. "You agreed to play the game, you agreed to follow through my rules and do whatever I say. You agreed to be teased, and touched, and... What's the word? 'Embarrassed' is the one we were already using." That smile of his was still there as he cradled your face in his hands. "Remember."

"I remember," you replied with a nod. "Dare."

His grip around you tightened slightly, it wasn't painful but it felt good, and his face was still in his rather soft expression, a playful expression too, yet, not as flirty as before.

"I want you to... kiss me." He said his mouth curled by an amused smile, and if I had to say, I'd think that he knew what kind of reaction his words would get from you. "Here, and now." He whispered, his claws gently grazing across your scalp.

Your cheeks heated, but you moved forward. He was so tall you had to lean up, your hands clinging to the front of his shirt as you kissed his mouth.

Moon's smile grew bigger as you did what he asked. He smirked and leaned closer, his arm wrapping around your waist. His grip on you tightened, and he looked you right in the eyes. It was written all over his face, a look of satisfaction.

"Good kitten." He whispered, a slight purr to his voice. "You're doing great~"

You blushed even more at his words. The praise felt good, validating. You wanted to kiss him again. You wanted him to kiss you. Moon's fingers ran through your hair again, his other hand resting on your lower back.

"Go ahead, Star. Kiss me again." His voice came out as a low moan, and his words were whispered, his gaze was still focused on you - there was no doubt about it. He was watching you. He wanted to see what you'll do next.

You did as he asked, You kissed him again, longer, moaning softly as he kissed you back, gripping you tightly. His body pressing against you and his hands moving into a hug, his lips still on yours. The sound of the bell filled the room, it was almost as if the bell was cheering you two on, it was making the moment feel more... intimate.

As he slowly pulled away, his breaths were heavy. "Mm... You know how to play games, kitten..." His hand was running down your spine now, his gaze locked on you. "I like that."

You were panting, your lips tingling from the intensity of the kiss. Your cheeks were flush as you stared up at him, unable to look away. 'Thank you," you said softly.

He gave you a sly smirk, his fingers still gently caressing your body. "Thank you, pet. It was a lovely kiss~" He looked you over for a few moments and nodded. "You do look really cute when you're blushing." He purred, as he looked you over once again. Taking your chin between his fingers, Moon said in a suddenly commanding voice. “Now, wake up.”

You blinked, and suddenly all your senses came rushes back, but you had all the memories of the last several memories. You didn't think your face could get any hotter.

“How was that?” Moon asked you softly, his eyes searching yours, his touch careful. As though you were made from spun glass. “Are you alright?”

“That was...” you trailed off. You didn't know how to fully describe it. You were yourself except... free. Free from fear, doubts and inhibitions. Yet it was an illusion of freedom since moon had all the control. And yet... he hadn't abused that. He hadn't taken things too far. He'd teased you, caused you o admit some things about yourself, but he hadn't pushed you beyond your comforts. “Yeah, I'm okay,” you said at length. “Better than okay.”

“I'm glad.” He carefully bundled you up in his arms, gently stroking your back.

You lay there nestled against him, feeling an overwhelming sense of peace and euphoria. “Weren't you hungry?” you asked softly.

“When you're ready, Star,” he murmured softly. “I can wait.” He kissed your forehead then murmured. “I'd wait forever for you.”

You smiled and clung to him happily, hoping your embrace would convey what words could never fully capture. And wait he did.

[scarredlove]

Our sweet thing... Our eternity...

@justfangirlstuffs

WIP can be found here~

[clxckwork-sun-n-moon]

@justfangirlstuffs at any given moment I am thinking about EYEM, especially vampire Moon

[lec743-my-art]

[One-a-day Art Challenge: OC Edition] @justfangirlstuffs Enthralling You Enthralling Me Y/N. They are lost. (Aug. 7th)

[sourtomatola]

Guess who's going back into the

This time Stalker's going to the "Enthralling you enthralling me" Universe!!

Similar to the original, but Stalker heard of the Haunted house from the pompus rich kids their parents force them to interact with

They mostly agree cause it sounded fun, as well as an excuse to express how they don't like them XD Imagine the delight when in this spooky and somewhat boring house, they find it occupied

But of course, the boy's have a schedule to keep and know they can't keep a human around, so they do their thing and brain squiggle stalker. Much to stalker's dismay.

But of course, stalker has money and resources to find what they need to negate the spell

Of course they grow closer, which causes the attention of a certain family member.

I can honestly seen Stalker becoming much quicker friends with Eclipse once they are enthralled

Go read Enthralling you enthralling me by @justfangirlstuffs

[bookwyrminspiration]

One of my favorite parts of writing AUs is taking characters that have X relationship in canon and giving them Y relationship in the AU, especially if that changes their character arc. I haven't read a lot of the wings AU, but I was wondering what you thought of this/general AU thoughts? - Amethyst

Well since I wrote the wings au, I happen to know a lot about it! And love to talk about it! And can tell you that I adore doing these sorts of things, the most notable being in the wings au where I altered the relationships between the characters.

I removed all romance between them and decided they were one big family that all loved each other, even if they annoyed each other at times, and it was delightful. I was able to explore the characters in a depth the romance drama wouldn't have allowed, which also led to scenes that either wouldn't have happened or would have a very different context in canon (like the sokeefitz cuddle scene in one particular chapter). It allowed some of them to be much more open with and supportive of each other, so I love it.

it's a wonderful exercise and method of self-expression, allowing you to truly tailor your story to be your own. Sure, I could've written the romantic drama, but then it wouldn't have been a story for me, I would've been following someone else's script. AUs are for creativity and messing around with the plot, that's the whole point! You're making new situations and interactions! Character dynamics are also part of that, though depending on how extreme you can lose people (like if I were to switch Tam and Keefe's personalities entirely).

General AU thoughts: I'm actually, surprisingly, typically uninterested in AUs. Not because they're bad or anything like that, AUs are wonderful creative ventures and I fully support everyone making them! I just happen to be someone who enjoys canon--you'll find a particular lack of headcanons and similar things on my blog, as it just doesn't interest me the way it does others. And AUs are often too divorced from the original story I enjoyed for it to hold much appeal to me.

Kinda ironic considering I wrote an AU, but if you read it you may notice that the way I did so, it's an entirely plausible (if absurdly unlikely) extension of keeper. It fits into canon. I may take it a step further, but everything works with canon.

So my general thoughts are: AUs are lovely! I love seeing what people can do with the characters and the stories they create! I love the creativity and thought and dedication. At the same time, with complete transparency despite the irony, they're not my particular cup of tea given the canon divergence. I fully believe that if I stumbled upon my own wings au on ao3 I would pass it by because it was an AU (I already rarely read fic, though).

That's not to say I won't enjoy or support anyone who makes an AU and wants to share it, as I'd be overjoyed to do so! I know at least one nonsie talked about working on one, and I hope theirs goes well and I'm curious about it!

[screampied]

MONEY HONEY! — ☆ GOJO SATORU.

➤ popstar!gojo masterlist

headline. fucking your client wasn’t on your bucket list. the famous popstar 'toru' says he can’t perform because of issues he’s having with his voice. but he finds another way to warm up his vocal cords—it involves being between your legs.

word count. 4.2k

warnings. fem! reader, popstar!gojo, pwp, unprotected sex, modern au, he's a whiney brat, overstim, degradation, praise, semi public, impact play, cunnilingus, fingering.

an. lol this was fun 2 write !! ty @osaemu as always for beta'ing

“…nono, you don’t understand. i can’t go out there, i just…can’t—!” gojo mutters, and he’s pacing back and forth. talk about a drama queen. to think you had to deal with this every day, being the infamous satoru gojo’s personal assistant was never an easy task. his attire was…quite enthralling to say the least. gojo was draped up in a sheeny black one-piece with rhinestones attached in a few places, he always had his outfits designed a certain way. not too tight, not too big.

you sat on the sofa, taking a sip of a latte he bought you as a thanks for saving him to deal with the hoards of paparazzi that practically lived outside the stadium back-way entrance.

“satoru, you do this before every show,” you sigh, glancing at him. you couldn’t lie to yourself, he was strikingly handsome. gojo’s hair was a tad bit messy and ruffled. it was a slight v-cut towards his chest to show a bit of skin. his fangirls always went wild over the most minimal things such as that. “you do realize you’re supposed to be performing in front of 10,000 people? canceling right before a show isn’t a good l—”

“i know…i know,” he pouts, and he’s so unserious, you sort of found it hard to believe this was a millionaire pop star who’s such a household name. gojo lets off a loud sigh before walking towards you with a sheepish grin. “these cough drops you’ve been givinʼ me haven’t done shit.”

“really...” you deadpan, casually giving him nothing but a sly eye roll.

gojo sulks and he’s just a few feet apart from you now. “mhm…really,” he says, and the slight rasp in his voice catches your attention. his earpiece was still on, as well with his mic that hung just barely underneath his chin. “i did research though. about other methods that help with heh, um vocal fry..”

you stare up at the popstar, and he’s returning the gaze…as if he was trying to hide the smile that was already forming against his pink lips. you don’t give him an answer and this time, he’s the one to roll his eyes.

“…well since you asked so nicely,” he grumbles, the same pout going against his face before he pulls out his phone. gojo scrolls a thumb down against his bright screen before clearing his throat. “hm, according to this totally accurate article, it says… to fully recover from vocal fry, a guy must uh, receive a special treat within a woman’s—”

you blankly stare at him, already second-guessing his fake response. “just say you want to eat me out, satoru.”

“wha— where’d you get that impression?” he plays dumb, furrowing his eyebrows and cowardly looks around the room. a few seconds go by before he shrugs, speaking quickly, defeated. “….fine i wanna eat you out. hmph.”

you turn your head for a brief moment, hearing the defending roars of the crowd just a few areas down from the dressing room the two of you currently stayed in. “maybe after your show, they're chanting for y—”

“they can wait,” he frowns, and he turns you around, two hands softly holding onto your shoulders. gojo remained with a pout, bottom lip just slightly tucking underneath the top one. “i can’t.”

the both of you grow quiet for a long moment, and gojo seems serious—dramatic, but serious. you and him both exchanged sensual eye contact, and you were so close to gojo that you could practically smell the strong cinnamon scent of his intoxicating cologne. the popstar smooths his lips together before briefly shifting his eyes down at the floor and then back up at you. 

“five minutes…five minutes, that isn't too long is it?” he stammers, and the gaze the two of you made starts to get more and more intense. “i won’t get into too much trouble if it's just five minutes right?”

“you’re insufferable.” you mumble, letting off a soft sigh. “okay, five minutes. if you say this helps with your—vocal whatever.”

not much to your surprise, five minutes turned into half an hour. 

you held back a moan the sudden second you felt gojo’s warm tongue swiftly lap against your drenched folds. he made you wriggle against him, and you maintained a rough grip against the laid-back sofa.

“s-satoru,” you’d whimper out, gasping at how sloppy he was. you were prompt up in such a position to where you were bent over the arm part of the couch, skirt lifted, fishnets just barely pulled down, and the most vulgar expression. “oh my g-goddd, you're gonna make the others outside h-hear.”

“you’ll just have to be a little more quiet, assistant,” he whispers, cool breath fanning against your pussy. perhaps this was unprofessional, no it was very unprofessional. a plethora of following consequences started to race through your mind. “what time is it?”

you moaned, reaching near the wooden half table for his watch and read the time, “um.. quarter past eight.”

“aw man,” he sulks, softly licking the your tender pulsating numb with the very tip of his tongue. with a quick second, he maneuvers circles all over your clit to feel you squirm and jitter against him. “that much time passed? can’t stand rushing…”

as you cling onto the fluffed couch, your black pencil skirt that was just sluggishly raised up and yet, you continued to gnaw the inside of your lip from the feelings of his tongue, entirely sloppy.

the slurps that exited from his mouth had your bottom lip quivering in such desire. you craved more, the way he swirled and curved the length of his tongue throughout your pussy earned umpteen gasps and whines from you. 

“s—satoru,” you’d croak out, and he’s casually taking the time to make out with your folds. languidly, your slick race down his chin, and between breaks to breathe, he'd lap up his tongue before diving back in. “fuck, ‘m gonna cum again, think ‘m gonna cum..”

“wait a little longer, yeah?” he murmurs, grabbing the fat of your ass with two rough hands. you felt bundles of butterflies stir inside your stomach, feeling gojo’s nose swipe against your folds for a few jiffs. “let me eat, haven't had a good meal all fuckin’ day.”

you swallowed, not even facing him but you could practically see the grin stretching across his lips. “and…and who’s fault was that?”

he chuckles, warm breath fanning against your cunt. “okay, you have a point,” and your thighs feel feverish—you’re so hot, and not because of the sudden humidity wafting around the small dressing room.

the popstar lolls out his tongue, humming before you moan, feeling him lick your pussy in a straight direction. “mhm, this is better than anything else though.”

you were about to speak, but all that did was make you let out a shaky whine. the smooth pads of his thumbs graze against both parts of your ass as he continued to eat you out like a starved man. it was as if time stood still, your mouth grew exceedingly dry and your legs felt like they could barely stand up on their own. 

“sa..satoru,” you once more repeated, not knowing how long you could last. simply, his tongue was dangerous—god, it was just the way he moved it in every direction.

he knew where to lick, where to suck, and even nibble. gojo found himself tickling his tongue against your little nub before sucking on it. all to hear you cry out in desperation. cacophonies of whimpers depart from your glossed lips such as, ‘satoru,’ ‘please-please,’ and ‘m gonna c-cum.’

there was no denying, gojo had you an entire stammering mess. you found yourself even questioning how this became, the two of you were never intimate. although, there's always been steamy moments between the two of you. 

for instance, there was a moment where gojo took you with him to the hot springs while he was on tour…which non-surprisingly led to a hot make-out sesh. that was a few months ago, and the two of you decided to not think much of it. of course though, there are always assumptions being made about the two of you—always from the nosy journalists and interviewers. 

each interview, it’d always be questions they’d ask about the precious little assistant that’s essentially attached by the hip to the famous gojo satoru.

“are you and that girl exclusive yet?”

“how long have you two seen each other?”

“please. describe to us. what’s she like in b—”

they’d get more perverted each time. alas, gojo always loathed it whenever the press referred to you as ‘that’ girl.

his jaw would always clench in sheer annoyance. perhaps he didn't have the right to feel that way, but he was somewhat protective over you. it wasn't like you were his bodyguard or anything clearly, but still. he always liked how you treated him just like you’d treat anyone else.

“satoru..” you'd cut him off from his deep thoughts. “your phone keeps beeping.”

“huuuuh?” he grouches, ears perking at the annoying screech of his device. gojo’s thumbs remain against both edges of your ass before he breaks off his lips, a long string of his own saliva running down your slit. “oh, can you hand it to me?”

he's so nonchalant, and with your back still arched, you lightly fling his phone towards him.

he grumbles.

picking up the phone, typing in his twenty one digit passcode of ‘sexymansexyspraycan69’ before with a click, it unlocks. gojo darts his eyes towards his phone and hums at the five messages left from his manager, kento nanami. 

‘Greetings. Where are you? Message me Ass.’

‘ASAP. Autocorrect.’

‘Your fans think your dead.’

‘Don’t tell me you're busy with that assistant of yours again.’

‘When your sales start going low, don't blame me.’

and many more unread, “blah blah yeah yeah,” gojo murmurs, skimming through the loads of unread gray bubbled messages. “nothing important. geez, can't have a single moment to myself.”

you were so close to orgasming and that's when gojo flips you over to face him—you're panting and he flashes you a soft smile, leaning in to kiss your forehead. “aw, waiting for me?” he whispers, bringing a gentle kiss towards the inner corner of your neck. his touch was immensely warm, something you just couldn't describe. “you wanna cum don't you, baby?

“m-mhmm.” was all you could manage out, wrapping your arms around him as he got right between you. gojo continues to trail kisses down your neck before chuckling. 

“use those words, c’mon. don't be shy. i wanna hear ya tell me what you want.”

the way he was such a tease, you couldn't stand him, then again you could. so annoying, gojo’s warmth of his performing outfit brushed against your skin. the perfectly knitted fabric of it dancing against your skin as he inched closer towards you. “tell me how much of a messy girl you wanna be.”

“i—” you started, and he took a moment to stare into your eyes. gojo looked so pretty, smug yes, but pretty. long lashes each time he blinked, fluttering against him. whenever he showcased that well-known cheeky smile of his, his dimples would poke right against his lips. “i-i wanna cum. please, lemme cum, ‘toru..”

“pretty girllll wants to cummmm,” he sings in a  playful melodic tune. again, you couldn't stand him. singing right in the middle of something so intimate. gojo runs a hand down your buttoned-up shirt before chuckling. “hm, i suppose. go ahead, let go fʼr me.”

once you do, immediately your vision turns dizzy. all you saw was a few blotches of white, and it feels so good that the feelings have you biting down on your lip. gojo leans into your neck, whispering sweet nothings against you while giving your ass a soft caress.

“good girl, just let go…yeah,” he purrs, giving your collarbone a gentle suck. you taste so sweet to him. you're addicting, simple as that. like candy he can't get enough of.

gojo satoru had a sweet tooth for you, there was no doubt about it. “fuck, i can just suck on you all day,” he utters in a low voice, and his warm hands part your thighs so he can get a bit more between you. “i need more…fuck the fans, i need you.”

“idiot, don’t say that..” you moan, and he's kissing all down the crevices of your neck again. gojo’s lips against your tender skin gave you chills. even still, you were so hot, from the neck down. it felt amazing, the feeling of him sucking and kissing against your skin to such a point that you're just throbbing. “t-they’re waiting for you.”

“they can keep waiting,” he smiles, leaning down to kiss near your chest, moving the exclusive backstage lanyard pass away with a slight grip. “damn, you don't know how hard i’ve been during rehearsal. i—i think about you, you know?”

you gawk up at him as his body towers over you, his costume glimmers in the light before he starts to peel it off carefully. you were taken by surprise so you mutter, “you…you do?”

“well yeah girl,” he rolls his eyes, such sass in his tone, following with the low rasp that hid underneath his voice. “you drive me crazy in the worst way.”

“the feeling’s mutual, popstar.” you utter, a glint in your eye.

“hmpf. now that i was nice enough to let you cum, you decide to be a brat, huh?” he raises a brow, using two fingers to brush his mic piece aside. 

a coyish grin goes against your lips. “sorry. are you gonna do anything about it?”

“…shut up..” he grumbles, and he does. 

pretty much, you then found yourself on your hands and knees on the couch, feeling gojo caress your ass briefly before meeting the mounds of your skin with a mean spank.

you suck in shortened breath. “ooh,” he says as you moan in unison of the light thwack. “you get off on spanks, huh?” he utters in a grouse, the feeling of his palm kissing against your skin making you continuously pulse. 

“n-no.” you spat. 

“liar,” he matches your snarky tone, and you let off a gasp once you feel him finally rub the tip of his dick against your folds. gojo grows abnormally quiet the minute your slick coats his length freely. “fuckkk,” he sighs, eyes closing for a short second. you teasingly wriggled your ass against him and he spanks you again. “you’re so impatient, wait.”

“do you even know how to fuck?” you slip out, and you held back a giggle. perhaps you shouldn't have said that, your thoughts did speak way more than they should anyway. 

gojo’s eyebrows curl into a furrow, and his voice genuinely sounds offended. “wha—?! of course i  do.”

“just asking.” you tease. 

“just asking,” he mocks your tone, completely butchering it purposely and gojo slowly starts to make his way inside of your tight pussy. he's gradually moving himself in, and you let off a moan before he continues, “yeah. shut the f-fuck up.”

a small grin stretches against your lips, because you hear how gojo stutters whilst sinking inches into you. even while trying to be mean and degrading, he was so close to moaning himself. it was simply adorable. you maintained a mere pristine arch while biting the inside of your cheek once more. 

“you're s-so wet ‘n sloppy,” he huffs out a groan, and the squelches your pussy made against him was simply enticing. for a second, you grew mute once you gave your own body a listen. just the faint sounds of gojo’s jagged breathing, “f-fuck, ‘s good. keep facing that way, just like that. good.”

gojo’s touch against your spine was purely gossamer. 

he was soft, gentle, delicate.

yet the minute he started to create a pace with his rollicked hips, he couldn't contain himself. the way his dick probed throughout your walls, you kissed your teeth in longing—just for him to just hurry.

gojo was always such a tease, the fat plump head of his cock dabbing against your pussy. 

“s-stop playing and just put it in.” you moaned, growing impatient by the mile. 

“heh, you know what they say,” he mumbles, you pulse even more once you feel him slide in about a single inch or two…only to then go right back out. “patience is a virgin.”

“…it’s virtue.”

“that’s what i sai—”

“just fuck me.” you whined. 

gojo giggles, and finally, he starts up his slovenly pace again. he grips onto your hips before sighing. he takes note of the way you progressively suck him in.

you linger over the couch, the fabric of your own pencil skirt just hovering over your waist before gojo starts to sway his hips. 

you had to stop yourself from being so noisy, executives were probably in the other room.

some kind of meeting perhaps occurring, yet here you were, happily entangled with your client. such thick inches he was dumping into you had nearly drooling. gojo’s base was rotund and fat, thwacking and thwacking against you to where you're so dizzy. 

“f-fuck, ‘toru.. ‘s good.” you whined, every few seconds he’d smack your ass to watch your ass jiggle with such recoil. it was one of his favorite moments to witness. as your lips stuck together, your thighs already felt weak and tremulous. 

“damn girl…didn't expect you to s-start throwin’ yourself back again me,” he sibilates, and for a concise moment his head goes back. a groan flies past his glossed pink lips as your ass continued to thrash against him. “you're such a needy girl. tryna…f-fuck me back..”

the way his voice unintentionally got low whenever he was in such a trance had you throbbing, such convulses making you nearly weak in the knees.

to you, the feeling was indescribable. such pools of heat ran between your legs the more his thrusts picked up.

his dick reached every spot, so much so being precise—you felt the curve of his length analyze all throughout your inner walls. it didn't miss a spot, he reached deep and you let off the cutest whimper. “god, r-right there. please, ‘toru. y-your curve, ‘s reaching me deep.”

“you f-flatter me,” he pants, trying to ignore his flusteredness. gojo’s right hand, the hand that had a half-cut open glitter glove that coordinated alongside his outfit ghosts against your ass. his lip quivers from his pace, and the way your pussy just sucks him dry, a few splotches of pre-cum cutely coated against the outer part of your ass. “fuck, dunno how much i can take with you movin’ your ass against me like that…shit, shit.”

“…s-satoru,” you breathed, biting down on your arm to suppress your moans a bit. not before long, he deepens the angle and you feel his sharped hips piston in utter contentment. “fuck, f-fuck. ‘s deep.”

gojo groans, swallowing the nonexistent lump in his throat before he feels himself coming close.

“think you’re gonna m-milk me dry,” he gasps, jerk after jerk his hips go against you at full throttle. the base of his dick, you hear the pap pap pap noises commence, and it’s so obscene. “shit, think ‘m in love,” and then you grow hot. it’s a long inelegant pause before he adds to his words, “…i-in love with your pussy.”

you were gonna comment something, but you were too fucked dumb to comprehend anything. you’re basically being fucked stupid into the cushioned sofa. the cottony bristles of the fabric went against your skin as your body lurched forward each time. 

splaying at an almost animalistic pace, gojo’s ears, the very tips of them at least grow incredibly hot, you’re making his body heat up, scorching. the way your pussy tightly hugged around him like a vice, he was obsessed.

he just couldn’t get enough. to think this was the first time he’s been this intimate with you—oh, how he could only imagine what it’d be like for a second time, or a third time, or a…

“s-satoru, your phone’s ringing..”

he grunts, glancing down to see the bright-lit screen display, and this time it’s geto. with an eye roll, he ignores it, still gripping your hips, he’s attaining his peak before he lets off a husky groan. “f-fuck, ‘m gonna cum.. can i—?”

“y-yes, jus’ do it, ‘toru,” you spoke, not even letting him finish his sentence—you knew what he was gonna ask though if he could shoot inside. you were so drunk from his dick, thoughts on your mind were straight mush. 

“okay, okay,” he breathes, and even his moans were pretty. figures, gojo was a soprano, so he was bound to sound angelic, even while moaning his head off. it had the perfect pitch to it, such rasp in it, almost breathy. 

you feel gojo’s pelvic bone thrust a bit more at a quickened pace, accelerating just a bit more and his nerves were just going wild. “fuck, f-fuck..” he grunts, and he starts to grow a bit whiney, his sloppy hits against your rear made out to be a tad bit voluntary, rhythm a bit more expedite, and he clenched his jaw. 

once gojo came, it's so much.

thick ropes that seeped right into you. you moan, and he pauses his hips just to watch, feeling himself pouring all inside. velvety ropes of the popstar’s cum fills you up to the brim. you're panting, he's panting, and gojo was in love.

was it love? he didn't know, but his pupils were dilated for sure. 

his breath hitches once he slowly pulls out, watching his own cum slowly spill out between your folds and he lets off a moan. “made me fuck such a mess into you,” he spouts, running a thumb down your slit to watch you cutely jounce against his touch. 

“you ruined my panties.” you whined, turning over to face him—gojo leans in for a kiss, and you return the favor, tasting yourself once more on his lips. the sweetened taste of your own slick that still remained all over his tongue. 

“baby, it's not like you need them,” he rasps, grabbing ahold of you, and he positions you to get on his lap. “besides, i was gonna ask to keep them.”

“why?” you mumble, wrapping your arms around his neck, slipping off a moan at his already sensitive tip hovering against your entrance as you realigned yourself. 

timidly, he runs a hand down his neck. “y’know. for uh…good luck? was gonna keep them in my pocket or something.”

“you're so—”

“shhh.” he hums, interrupting your words for another tender kiss. your tongue slides against his, and he tastes minty.

as his breath collides against yours, you playfully bite down on his lip. gojo grunts, and he’s making your way inside again. gingerly, you sink down against his thick base and he gives your ass a mean squeeze before spanking it once you start to move. 

“oh f-fuck…fuck, forgot how sensitive-” he hiccups, watching with half-lidded eyes at your hips rotating against him in an orderly fashion. you moan from his pleasure, taking a second to swallow before whimpering—softly, you kiss against his neck and he grunts. “you-you make me feel so good, baby.”

gojo’s almost at a lost for words, he’s had his fair share of women, but none could make him feel like this.

besides, he's never had the time. touring day in and day out was a hassle, and intimacy was a straight no due to his overly busy schedule. 

although, whilst the two of you were screwing around, making out and you're riding him cowgirl, that’s right when the wooden creaky door bursts open.

not to anyone’s surprise, it's no one other than gojo’s best friend and bassist, suguru geto.

“you've got to be joking,” he utters with crossed arms, immediately darting his eyes away. “everyone’s been calling you, there's a search party, and—”

geto pauses, tilting his head. “…is that my clothes you're wearing, satoru?”

“suguru…hey man,” gojo gasps, nervous laughter following his tone—you jump in surprise, and he wraps an arm around your waist. “i’m… kinda of busy here.”

“i don't give a fuck,” he grumbles. “by the way. your mic was on the entire time. you moan like a girl more than her.”

gojo’s eyes widen, reaching for the tiny button near the edge of his mic.

indeed, the switch was turned on and he awkwardly laughed, bringing the speaking part up to his lips.

“eheh…hey mic check?” and he could hear himself echo through the ear piece. embarrassing.

despite you still being inside, you just sat there—geto staring away, not even trying to comprehend what was happening before gojo coos out a subtle cheeky, “uh…i didn't know my mic was on. my bad.”

“you're so stupid...” you run a hand against your forehead in disbelief. an entire stadium practically heard the both of you. 

the heels of geto turned before gojo brings a finger against your lips to shush, and he pouts. “sugu wait,”

“what.” he mutters, turning back around. 

“wanna join…? don't think a few more minutes wouldn't hurt…r-right?”

“…….”