#not bigshot... not current... something in between

[quixotean]

gijinkas

[nyankoizumi]

Honestly this is why I keep calling their ship redsuits in my head because I want a distinction between normal present day spamtenna and big shot spamtenna because they feel so uniquely tasty. Do you guys understand

[tonycries]

Hope They Catch Us - G.S.

Synopsis. When you’re on-screen, it’s always a rivalry to see who’s best - you just never thought that it would be the same struggle in bed.

Pairing. Actor! Gojo Satoru x Co-Star! Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, rivals-to-lovers, co-stars to lovers, unprotected, oral (fem receiving) slight exhíbitionism (stuff with cameras), marking, praise, Satoru is actually down BAD, cúmplay, tabloids, lowkey fluffy at the end, pet names, swearing.

Word count. 5.5k

A/N. YA GIRL IS BACKKKK ;D Also happy belated three months to this blog hehehe.

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You hated him. Oh, how you hated him. All because of a red-hot rivalry that had sparked ever since the two of you took the industry by storm. And everyone from Hollywood’s bigshots to your adoring fans knew that no matter where Gojo Satoru goes, you were sure to never be within a ten-mile radius. 

Well, usually. 

“I…shit- I’m in love with you.” 

Because avoiding Gojo like a plague really isn’t saying much when said plague was currently sitting right next to you. Eyes boring into yours, signature smirk plastered on his face while he rattles off a disgustingly sweet confession - all on the set of your latest movie. 

Somehow, in a cruel twist of fate, your co-star. 

And to add insult to injury, this wasn’t just any movie - it was only set to be the biggest romance film of the summer. So not only did you hate to tolerate Gojo, you had to pretend to be in love with him. 

Perfect. Great. Wonderful. If only the check wasn’t as tempting as it was, you think he would’ve successfully driven you to an aneurysm already. Especially considering that the scene tomorrow was-

“CUT!” 

That snaps you out of your little reverie, bringing you back to the still very ongoing film shooting. You risk a glance at the disgruntled director, cheeks aching from the sappy fake smile you had to hold for this scene.

“Something wrong?” you bat your lashes deceivingly innocently. You knew exactly what was wrong. And one look at Gojo - dressed to the nines and huffing sulkily at being interrupted in the middle of his monologue - told you that he did as well.

“It just doesn’t feel real.” The director shuffles his script, voice dropping to a sigh at your confused gazes. “The spark, it doesn't feel real.”

“What?” you silently thank your years of acting for keeping your voice steady. You squirm in your seat the longer the silence stretches. This cozy little café they rented out too tight, Gojo’s fingers intertwined with yours too hot. Too soft. 

“C’mon. You are in the perfect romantic set-up.” the other man gestures wearily at the café, at the dim-lighting and the proximity of your seats. “So why do you two look like you want to just- strangle each other?”

“Ooo kinky~”

It’s the first time Gojo’s spoken up since the scene was ended early and honestly that was enough to have you fulfilling the director’s suspicions. 

“That.” you give him a pointed stare. “That is probably why.”

And that just draws out such an infuriatingly light chuckle from Gojo, as he sprawls all over his chair with the audacity of someone that owned this entire set. “Lighten up. You’ve told us, n’ in the next take I’ll fix it. Easy peasy.”

If only it was that “easy peasy”. The director was anything but satisfied, running a hand through his hair frustratedly. “It’s not just me, even the public is worried whether your ‘feud’ will get in the way of such intimate scenes. You-” he jabs a finger your way. “-better pretend like you want to kiss him senseless and you-” whirling now to Gojo. “-better act like you’ve wanted nothing more for years- Not to mention tomorrow’s sex scene-”

Ah, right. The sex scene. 

How could you forget? It might not be a walk in the park to giggle and make heart-eyes at Gojo, but to actually pretend to have sex with him? All on camera? Curse whoever wrote this damn script. You could’ve almost laughed at the universe’s absolutely awful sense of humor if it hadn’t been for your paycheck - and the next words that tumble out of Gojo’s pretty mouth. 

“We’ll ace it, you just watch.” 

You hurriedly snap your eyes to meet Gojo’s, sending him a look that says “behave”, in a way that very much makes him not want to. Twinkling with such dangerous mischief that makes your stomach flip as he hums, “Or- I’ll ace it.”

God, was it a battle to remain professional. The only thing stopping you from snapping back being the way he squeezes your hand mockingly reassuringly - to which you send him a death grip back, of course. 

“Oh? Care to elaborate, Mr. Gojo?” the director asks, eyes flitting between the two of you. And you can’t even laugh at the rest of the staff for almost toppling out of their seats in an attempt to hear his answer - because you are, too. Mind whirling as you lean closer, wondering just what nonsense would come out of Gojo’s mouth. 

“Well, you could say…” he trails off suspensefully, like the smug bastard he is. Looking right in your eyes as he flashes an unfairly pretty smile your way. “I’m irresistible like that.”

Exactly the type of nonsense that would come out of Gojo Satoru, of course. And one glance at the director told you he was thinking the same thing. He was going to be the death of you. You can’t help but breathe out shrilly, “You fucking-”

“My apologies, director, but our leads have a scheduled interview soon. Rest assured, we will be early on set for filming tomorrow.”

You were definitely giving Nanami a raise after this. 

Because if looks could kill then Gojo would be six feet under and you’d be dancing on his grace already - and you let him know. A little over twenty times, actually, as the both of you are hastily escorted away from the set for an “emergency interview”. 

It was a flimsy excuse, you both knew, but Nanami hadn’t exactly felt like cleaning up a crime scene today. Instead, settling for a swift escape, the director calling out after you two to “Look like you’re gonna rip the clothes off each other tomorrow.”

Rip the clothes off each other, huh?

With the way things were going, you couldn’t be surprised if you ripped him a new-

“C’mon, sweetheart~” Gojo gets out through giggles, that familiar cackle echoing in the narrow hallway leading to your trailer. “Y’know I was just having a little fun with that ol’ man.”

He saunters unhurriedly behind your brisk pace, easily blocking the way you swing the door shut in his face. Letting it shut with such infuriatingly smooth nonchalance. 

“Fun?” you scoff, jabbing an accusing finger right in the middle of his sculpted chest.“Do you even realize the mess you could’ve made?”

“Easy there, m’not insured for these pecs just yet.” Gojo clasps your hands together. Some strange little part of your skin burning at the touch in- anger? Something else? But you don’t think too hard about it, because he’s plowing on, “Besides, a little teasing never hurt anyone.”

Such a shame he was so pretty with the stupidest mouth.

“A little teasing? You practically declared to everyone in that room that we’re gonna fuck this up.” you move to pull him down by the collar instead, clearly unimpressed.

But oh you shouldn’t have done that - because he’s so close now. Too close. Hot breath fanning your face, looking so smug as he murmurs unrepentantly, “Do you?” Chuckling lightly at your little head tilt, “Do you think we’ll fuck it up?”

You clench your jaw, trying to keep it all together. “...No.”

“Exactly. We’re good then.” he winks. 

“No. We’re not fucking ‘good’.” you grit out. Wondering exactly how difficult it might be to bother the director into completely recasting the male lead for the movie. Looking up at that million dollar smile and- yeah, it would be very difficult. “You’re so insufferable. I don’t know why they cast you.” 

“My good looks? My charisma? The way I’m the-” he trails off with a sigh at your glare. “Well, you’re not exactly a ray of sunshine, sweetheart.”

“At least I can act and-.”

He whines dramatically, cutting off your rant. “Me too!” 

This conversation was so ridiculous - but, hey, the great Gojo Satoru always did bring out the worst parts of you. 

“Nuh uh.” 

“Yuh uh.” 

“Then why are you so stiff when acting like you’re in love with me?”

Somehow, that makes Gojo shut up. Mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water - gasping out a strangled little, “B-because- well-” And if you didn’t know any better you’d say that was a light blush dusting his ears.

Only for a split-second, though, because he’s grabbing you gently by your shoulders, more seriously than you’d ever seen him. “Fine. Listen, we both want the same thing right? To have pretend-sex and ace this film to win like five Oscars?”

And maybe at the heat of his newfound proximity, maybe at the way he was looking at you so goddamn intensely - you feel something hot and prickly pooling in your stomach. Swallowing thickly, you manage to get out, “I’ll be the one winning the Oscars...but yes.”

Gojo’s gaze roams all over you - from the quirk of your eyebrow to the dress hugging you so sinfully tight. “Then we’ll do it. Ace the scene.”

Traitorously, a shiver runs down your spine. And because the universe loves to play jokes on you, Gojo notices - of course, he does. Eyes lighting up with amusement and something you really didn’t want to decipher as you blink up questioningly, “How?”

“Method acting, silly.” he rolls his eyes, as if he wasn’t implying something that wasn’t seen in even the cheesiest of romcoms. “Think of it as running lines.”

If there was ever a moment where your life flashed behind your eyes then this just might be it. 

“You-” you gulp, so hot all over. “You better shut the fuck up and pray your face is insured because-”

At this, Gojo throws his head back and laughs - loud and boisterous. And usually you’d have a thing or two to say about keeping his voice down so as not to let anyone outside hear, but shit you were mesmerized. Damn, a weird little part of you kind of understood why directors loved him onscreen. 

“Feisty,” he muses. “But how can I shut the fuck up when they’re second-guessing the two best actors in the game?” 

“The best? Me, maybe.” you lean in closer, mouth as bitchy as ever - even when you’re so obviously crumbling bit by bit under his gaze. And he knew that. “But not you.”

“Well, only way to find out is with tomorrow’s scene, right, sweetheart?” 

He drove you mad - everything from his heady cologne, to the way that overpriced button-up clung to him like second skin. But, don’t pull away - how could you? Not when he inches closer ever-so-slightly. Not when he lets those overpriced glasses slide down his nose, eyes locked so heavily on you.

Fighting to keep your words steady, “There’s nothing special about that scene, just fake moan in front of the camera, right? We don’t need any…‘method acting’.”

Gojo only raises a brow in amusement, lips curling into a grin that really makes you too aware of his little dimple by the corner. “Then why…” His eyes flicker down from his hands, searing on your shoulders, to yours - still grabbing his collar, just grazing the soft skin of his neck. Not pulling away. “...can’t you let go of me, sweetheart?”

And then you’re kissing him - or maybe he’s kissing you, you really don’t give a fuck. The only thing running through your mind being that shit this was Gojo bane-of-your-existence Satoru, and he tasted so…sweet. Like those cheap lollipops he often snuck on-set. Strawberry, you think.

But you don’t get to confirm, because suddenly he’s pulling away mere millimeters. Whispering hotly, absolutely dripping with something dangerous, “Sooo, is that a ‘yes’ to running lines?”

“Ugh, shut up.” your lips ghost his. “And just fucking kiss me.”

And, well, Gojo doesn’t have to be asked twice. Because it only takes a split second for his lips to find yours again. 

Yeah, definitely strawberry lollipops.

You hadn’t filmed any of the kissing scenes just yet, but damn you didn’t expect him to be so hot and messy - like he was drunk off of you. Licking at the seam of your candied lips, groaning softly like he wanted more more more-

“Sh-shit, Goj-” 

“Call me ‘Satoru’ when we’re fucking.” he cuts you off. “Or, my bad. When we’re ‘running lines’.” 

Shameless. Though, you guess you weren’t any better - not as you press yourself closer running your hands all over his sinfully thin shirt, feeling every bump and curve of his abs. “You talk too much, Toru.” you hiss, muffled against his lips. 

Oh that cute lil’ nickname had all the blood rushing to Satoru’s cock, you were so unfair. 

“You little minx.” Like a little punishment, he’s biting down on your bottom lip, tugging lightly at your surprised squeal. “You’re gonna regret that.”

“Hmm, I doubt it.”

And then your back is hitting the couch before you can react, bouncing lightly at the sheer force. And you’re so swept up in him - the way he hovers over you, arms looping around your waist, his knee wedging between your legs - that it almost hurts for you to pull away.

“Patience.” you huff out a laugh at Satoru’s disappointed whine, eyeing those pretty pink lips mere inches away from you. You just wanted them on yours. So badly. But no, there was something more important you had to do right now. “Jus’ thought we should record our little rehearsal, whaddaya think?”

“Record it?”

“Record it.”

“Record it, hmmm?” he’s whispering, more to himself than you. Fumbling with the zipper of your dress. “So you’re sayin’ we tape it, let the camera see how pretty you look all fallin’ apart f’me.” Kissing down your neck, letting the flimsy fabric fall down, “N’ then we improve for the pretend sex. Shut all those snobby directors up by giving them the best fucking sex scene they’ve ever seen.”

“Y-yes?” you mutter, as he starts tweaking your hardened nipples through your bra, clearly having way too much fun with this. “Unless-”

“Fine by me.”

The fabric hits the floor before you even realize what’s happening. Head spinning too much from the idea of being fucked on camera - by Satoru of all people, it takes you a second to realize that this bastard fucking ripped your dress off. 

“You probably broke-” 

“I’ll buy you a new one.” muffled, as he kisses down your navel, blindly fumbling with his phone. 

“It was expensive.”

With an impatient sigh, Satoru sets the camera up on the coffee table beside the couch. “Five new ones.” Angling it just right to perfectly capture you - in all your disheveled, horny glory, and Satoru, smugly seating himself between your thighs. 

“Ready?” he asks, finger hovering over that damn red button.

Well, it’s just for rehearsal, right? Right? 

“Do it.” you manage to get out, voice getting stuck in your throat at the faint ding! that rings throughout the heady room. “For my Oscars?”

“For my Oscars. N’the camera’s gonna know.”

And whatever retort on the tip of your tongue dies when he rocks his hip against yours, grinding his cock against your soaked panties. Rock-hard and so damp with precum already - so big that any and all rational thinking flies out the window.

Which is probably why you’re letting out such a pretty gasp, ‘S-Satoru, I want-“

“What?” And Satoru only flashes you a devilish grin, hands spreading your legs as far as they’d go on the couch. “This?”

He licks a long, long stripe up your inner thigh, all the way till he just meets the hem of your drenched panties. Teasing. So hot and depraved in the way he breathes in your scent. 

“Oh fuck, sweetheart.” Satoru grunts, looking down in awe at the damp fabric, so flimsy and see-through with your sweet juices. You slick beading through so sloppily, just a hint of the state you were in. “You don’t know how you drive me mad.”

Rip! 

He’s so fucking starved that he’s just tearing your poor panties clean off. Throwing them behind him to God-knows-where before spreading your swollen folds with his thumb, showing off just how wet you were for him. 

“You’re a tease.”

“And you’re fucking addictive. Look how fuckin’ wet you are. For who, huh?” he slurs, breath hot against your cunt. Circling your entrance just barely with his fingertip, teasing you like he was addicted to those frustrated moans coming out of your pretty lips. 

“S’for you-” you whine, “All for you, Satoru.”

“Exactly what I wanted to hear.”

And that’s all that needs to be said before he’s burying himself nose-deep. Drunk off your pussy as he licks long, languid movements. And it wasn’t enough - never might be, actually, because only one taste and Satoru was like a man possessed. 

Bullying his tongue between your folds, just dipping into your sloppy hole in a way that had your slick smearing all over his pretty face. Letting out such deep groans that had you clenching around his hot tongue. 

Shit, if you knew that this was the way to shut up the great Gojo Satoru then you would’ve done it a lot sooner. Because for one in his life, Satoru’s too entranced with something else to run his mouth, so fucking satisfied between your thighs. 

“Fuck- hah- think I like you better w-when hngh- you’re like this, Toru.” you purr, breath hitching as he bullies his tongue between your folds. 

Maybe you were an idiot - maybe you were a genius, because that only sets him off more. 

And suddenly Satoru’s pulling your body closer onto his hot mouth, like you were weighless. Pushing himself so impossibly closer while he makes out deeper with your wet cunt. 

“Ah! Hngh- Satoru-” you keen, tugging at his soft locks. As delirious as Satoru was pussydrunk. Drinking in all your cute lil’ whines of his name, angling your hips to lick all over like he couldn’t decide between fucking your sloppy hole or toying with your poor, ravaged clit. 

“Mhm?” he murmurs, the vibrations making you squeal.  Eyes rolling to the back of his head as lets your sweet juices slide down his throat. “Ya like this?” Stretching you out on his tongue, thrusting in and out of your sloppy hole. Over and over- “Like when I tonguefuck your pretty pussy?”

“Ngh- love it- s’good. Ah fillin’ me up s’good.” you squeal, bucking your hips desperately into his pretty face, broken little whimpers leaving you at each rough push of Satoru’s tongue. 

And oh Satoru thinks he wouldn’t mind being on his knees every day if it meant he got to taste you like this. “Tell the camera too, sweetheart. Practice how you’ll come around my tongue.”

Those words send a jolt up your spine - or maybe it was the way Satoru was sucking harshly on your clit. “F-fuck off.”

“Mhmmm, n’ this is why I’m the better actor..”

Ugh, this fucker. And with that you fight to turn your head - looking right in the camera. Feeling so fucking lewd as you let out such pornographic moans.

“Yeah- feel s’good.” you whimper, “Wanted this for so long, ever since I first saw- ngh- you-”

And shit were you so fucking evil - at least warn a guy! Because that has Satoru’s heart lurching, almost jumping up from between your legs before it hits him with a pang - ah, right, you were just quoting your character’s lines. Of course.

Well, two can play that game.

“Yeah?” he mutters into your folds. Two fingers plunging knuckle-deep in your pussy, massaging your plushy walls. Roaming around for that one spot he knows will have you falling apart so deliciously. “Can’t believe I waited s’fucking long. Y’know how hard it was to hold back? With you wearing all those slutty skirts f’me?”

Your body is jerking violently, both at his - practiced - words, and the way he was devouring you like you were his favorite meal. His favorite taste.

So eager and in-character with the way he was setting such a dizzying pace on your poor cunt. Slick trailing down from his fingers, all the way to his wrist. So sloppy and- Pressing down. Hard. “Found it.”

And you can only sit there and take it, such cute little whines of Satoru’s name leaving you as he leaves no mercy. Jaw grinding deeper and deeper, maddening. Aching as he rolls and swirls his tongue against your clit over and over. And you were so-

“Close?” Satoru’s grunting and smacking his lips against your own. Truthfully, he didn’t even have to ask - if the way you were trembling and squeezing so fucking tightly around him was anything to go by. “Go on darling. scream my name. Show off f’the camera like you do best.”

“Sh-shit. Toru- fuck yes-” you’ve got an iron-tight grip on his hair now, pulling and angling him as you pleased for more. Barely able to let out those strained lil’ moans, definitely not with the way he’s dragging your sloppy pussy all over his face. Fingers cramping up from how rough he was going - but still not stopping. 

“Go on. Cum f’me.”

And then you are. Letting out such a teary, strangled moan of Satoru’s name as you cum all over his face. 

And it’s not just for the camera either - because this orgasm is probably the best one you’ve had in a while. So hard that you don’t even realize you’re arching and rocking your hips into Satoru, white-hot pleasure behind your eyes, blood roaring in your ears. Using him. 

And he doesn’t stop you. Why would he? You were so pretty falling apart all because of him. He wishes he could see this more often…

“S-Satoru.” you mewl, overstimulated. Jolting with each flick of his tongue, trying to close your legs but you can’t - he won’t let you. Greedily lapping up all your sweet juices, everything that you give him. 

“Nope.” he drawls, finally pulling away, delicate strings of your slick snapping as he does. Looking so fucking drunk off of you that it makes your cunt quiver exhaustedly. “C’mon now, sweetheart, you were s’pposed to say my character’s name. S’how the scene goes.”

Oh. Shit, you got too caught up. But one look at Satoru - eyes half-lidded, hair disheveled, your juices glistening all over the bottom half of his face so prettily - tells you he was much the same. 

“Well…” you huff, voice shot. “According to the script you were supposed to stuff that-” pointedly eyeing the achingly hard cock straining his pants, “-in my mouth first before eating me out. So here we are.”

With a chuckle, he rises slowly. “Touché.” Looking you straight in the eyes - and probably into your very soul - as he pops his fingers into his mouth. One by one. Groaning at the taste of your sweet sweet juices while he sucks them clean. “But I don’t think I’d last one second with those pretty lips wrapped around my cock.”

And it almost makes you want to tease him for it - one of Hollywood’s biggest It Boys but you can’t handle a lil’ blowjob? But all of that gets stuck in your throat as Satoru starts peeling off his shirt ever-so-slowly. 

Shit, you think. All mouthwatering curves and dips, all the way from his toned, milky shoulders down, down, down to those neat tufts of white peeking out from the hem of his underwear. Sculpted like he was handcrafted so meticulously - a fucking masterpiece, you had to admit. 

One that made you wish you took a longer look at all those shirtless magazine covers instead of throwing them out. One that had your thighs squeezing in such anticipation.

And Satoru seemed to be admiring you just the same, eyes locked on your pussy, the way it glistens and clenches around nothing - so ready for him. Distinctly aware of how pathetically needy you were being in front of the blinking camera, you crane your head to glance at it. Was it really capturing-

“Now now, first rule is to never look at the camera during this scene.” Only for Satoru to squish your cheeks together, forcing you into an embarrassing little pout as he turns you back to face him. “Look at me.”

And oh you can’t not look at him. 

Especially when he tugs his pants down, just enough that his throbbing cock springs out, so fucking long and pretty. Smearing glossy precum all over his abs, flushed your favorite shade of pink, rock-hard and so so angry. Shit, he was so hard it looked like it hurt. 

“Satoru…” you breathe, legs wrapping around his slutty waist to pull him closer. Only needier despite that little nagging voice wondering how the fuck you’d take his sheer size.

“Sweetheart?”

“I remember he didn’t do a lot of waiting in the script.”

And God were you right - but Satoru doesn’t think he could’ve kept this act of restraint up any longer even if you weren’t. Too impatient, too starved, his sanity dancing away from him with each second his fat cock wasn’t stuffed inside your pretty cunt. 

“Mhm.” he purrs, one hand reaching down to drag his fat head up and down your slit. Heavy balls squeezing painfully at the way your lip wobbles in frustration. Up and down up and up and- “You’re right.”

And then it’s like something snaps.

Because it only takes a split-second for Satoru to start splitting you apart on his massive cock. Big fat tears pricking at your eyes at the feeling that he was pushing all the way into your lungs. 

“Sh-shit, s’fuckin’ tight-” he lets out a low grunt at the slight resistance, taking everything in him to not just fuck into your snug pussy and use you like his little plaything. “You gotta hah- relax, pretty girl.”

You needed to relax more - to breathe maybe, just something. You weren’t even in the right state to wonder whether that little nickname was in the script - and God was Satoru thankful for that. Because all you can think of is how you never imagined what the bane of your existence would look with his cock stuffed in your dripping cunt - but now that you’ve seen it, you think you’ll imagine it for many lonely nights to come. 

“Hey, now. Don’t get camera-shy just yet.” Satoru gives your ass a playful smack. “After all, this is only the best- part-”

Each word is punctuated with shallow, mindless little thrust to fit himself inside your dripping pussy. Such cute lil’ whines leaving your swollen lips that he really can’t help but tease you a bit. Leering down at your fucked-out face with a smirk, “Or- my bad. Forgot such a scene would be hard for a rookie.”

Oh, did he know how to press your buttons just right. 

Because immediately, you’re blinking away the delirious haze in your eyes, voice so adorably shaky - but determined - as you grit out, “Bring it on, you B-list wonder.”

That’s all that has to be said before he’s finally bottoming out inside you, mercilessly. Inch by fucking inch. You gasp as his twitching balls smack your ass so lewdly, feeling his veins beat in such a slutty lil’ thump! thump! thump! against your heavenly walls. 

“T-Toru- big- ngh- too fuckin’ big. M’gonna break mpf-” his lips claim yours. Partially because it’s been way too long since he’s kissed your pretty lips, and partially because Satoru might just cum right then and there if he let you run your mouth. 

So he lets his hips do the talking instead. 

Cooing into your mouth at each little ah! ah! ah! every time he stuffed you full of his dick, quick, experimental thrusts to try and find that one spot he knows will have you falling apart so prettily.

“Sounds so beautiful, sweetheart.” rocking his hips faster into yours. So hard you were sure he’d leave marks. “No camera in the world can pick up how fuckin’ perfect ya are. Can’t ngh- pick up those cockdrunk lil’ heart eyes.” Angling your chin just so that your sinful expression is caught on camera, “Shit do ya even know you’re doing those? Might just make me lose it for real tomorrow. Might just make me sneak you off to the dressing rooms n’-” Manicured fingers digging into your hips while he fucks you in jagged, purposeful strokes. Hitting that one spot. Hard. “Fuck you all over again.”

You flinch as he uses you like some object. Dangerously liking it more and more as he smugly hits that magical spot over and over- 

And it was so sloppy - so filthy with the way Satoru still had remnants of your slick all over his lips, matching the way you were soaking his cock. Fingers moving down to draw erratic little patterns on your clit, making it even messier. 

Close - too close. 

So, so desperate and debauched.

“C’mon. Show the camera. Tell the camera how much you love it.” 

“Ngh- f-fuck you.”

“Oh? Who’s fucking who now?” he’s laughing at your absolutely wrecked state. You can feel Satoru twitch inside you as you mumble out such delirious little praises to the camera - were they coherent sentences? You’ll never know, because the next words that fall from his lips have your mind reeling. 

“God, m’addicted to you, my girl.”

“That’s not- ah- in the script, Toru.” you hiss. Close. 

“I know. And neither is that.” he leaves such uncharacteristically gentle kisses down your neck. Miles away from the relentless place on your poor, abused pussy, fucking you deeper and rougher every time despite already bottoming out. “Does it have to be?”

“Th-that doesn’t ngh- make sense.” you gasp into his open mouth. 

“Doesn’t have to.”

Maybe it’s the way Satoru’s panting those words against your lips. Or maybe it’s the way he’s looking right in your eyes while he says them - like it would kill him to pull away. Maybe even that fleeting little kiss he leaves against your lips. 

Because before you know it, you’re cumming and cumming so hard that you wonder whether you’d make it out alive. The only thing you can do is throw your head back and take it, thighs quivering, Satoru’s names spilling from your lips in such broken little whines while he thrusts so sloppy. Once. Twice. 

“Ah- this is gonna have me fallin’, huh?” And then he’s letting out such a low, muffled moan of your name, filling you up with rope after rope of his cum. 

What? 

It’s so messy - his cum overfilling your poor pussy, spilling out and coating his twitching balls. Shit, you can’t even worry about whether it would stain that overpriced couch below you. Not when Satoru’s whispering out sweet- lines from the script?

“Fuckin’ beautiful underneath me. Always was.” Hips still fucking into you - not even thinking at this point. “Always will be. Such a vision onscreen, sweetheart.” So thick and hot, and dribbling all the way down your legs with every movement.

And then Satoru’s lips are finding yours again, tasting so unfairly sweet while he drinks in all your cute breathless gasps. “Such a vision f’me.”

Those weren’t from the script either.

Something soft. Something scary. Something that has you looping your legs tighter around his waist, letting him collapse onto you. Pulling him closer, in fact, because now that you know the weight of his body on yours, it just felt so right.

It takes a moment of silence for you two to catch your breaths, the still rolling camera being the last thing on your minds. Neither willing to speak first, because shit Satoru might’ve gone to countless red carpets and film sets but this - you are what strips him away from all the glamor and fame. Until he was just, well, embarrassingly Satoru.

The Satoru that was now shifting shyly in your arms, trying to get up. “Uh- Hell of a way to run lines, huh? Better check the camera n’ see where to impro-”

He might be one of the biggest actors in modern Hollywood, but Satoru didn’t fool you - not one bit. So without a word, you’re tugging him back to rest against you. Heart lurching just a little bit as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. Like a little hideaway - from the camera, from the world, hell, maybe even from you.

“Y’know,” he flinches ever-so-slightly at your teasing tone, giving you a playful bite. “I have one area of suggestion and it might just be that you’re too good at ‘running lines’.”

“...Good enough to win those five Oscars?”

“No.”

“Then guess I better prove it to ya, huh? Is the camera still on, sweetheart?”

Just then, some weird little part of you thinks that, hell, maybe you don’t hate Gojo Satoru after all.

Not anymore, at least. 

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The Enemies-To-Lovers Trope of The Century?! Hollywood’s Biggest Rivals Sport Matching Hickeys (And Smiles) On-Set of Upcoming Film.

Oops! Gojo Satoru's Phone Wallpaper Accidentally Exposed: Surprise, Surprise It’s His Leading Lady! More on Page 6.

“No Comment. Though, I Have Moved Trailers. Twice.” Anonymous Manager Speaks on Latest Movie Rumors.

Director Is All Smiles As He Raves About Upcoming Romance Movie. “Hell, If I Didn’t Know Any Better I’d Say They Were Really-”

A/N. Plagiarism not authorized.

[thesparkling-diamond27]

For Better Or Worse: 2

Henry Creel x Reader

Summary: Henry Creel turned out not to be how you thought he’d be

A/n: hello lovelies I’m back! Volume 1 of season 5 was just WOW. I’m speechless and I have no words. I could go on a whole rant about these episodes, but I won’t lol. There was one scene where max was traveling through vecnas memories and there was one from his school life. Joyce was there and it took place in 1959. That scene is from the broadway show and I saw that as a sign to immediately start posting this series, so here we are:)

This is kind of a filler episode, but I think it’s needed to set up Henry and reader’s relationship. Chapter 3 and onward is when the plot will pick up. I’m planing on posting this series every Tuesday🥰

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Hawkins India, 1959

Hawkins High

Karen and I were laughing at Ted as he reenacted a scene from the musical Oklahoma at the lunch table. Us cheerleaders, plus Karen, and the jocks were currently seated in the middle of the lunchroom. The “popular section” most people called it.I don’t know if the area was that special, but people will believe what they want to believe.

“Sit down!” Karen said to Ted with laughter as she pulled him down by the collar back to his seat.

“I can’t help it! It’s sucks that we can’t do Oklahoma again!” Ted complained.

Through the grapevine I learned that the play Joyce was directing was called Dark of the Moon. It’s a tragic love story about a witch boy, John, who falls in love with a human girl named Barbra Allen. Everyone else in the drama club wanted to do Oklahoma, again, but Joyce wasn’t having any of it.

Apparently some bigshot guy from a performing arts school in Illinois was willing to give away a scholarship to one student if the play was any good. Joyce wanted to win that scholarship and was willing to do whatever it takes to win that money. So she’s doing a play that no one has ever heard of and what no one wants to do.

“Maybe it will be fun! Something different.” I suggested.

“I hope so. I don’t want to be bored when I’m onstage.” Karen said.

I looked down at my lunch tray and saw the pile of mush my school called lunch. “This looks putrid.” I said as I pushed my tray away.

“Tell me about it.” Karen agreed. “Hey let’s skip lunch now and get some real lunch after school.”

“Isn’t their drama club today after school?”

“Oh shit you’re right! I guess we have to eat this prison food now.”

“Oh I’m not eating that. I’ll starve if I have to. Besides I’m pretty sure I have a granola bar in my locker.”

“Suit yourself.” Karen dug into what looked like mashed potatoes. “Hey since today is your first day of drama club you’ll finally get to witness the freak.”

“You know I don’t like that phrase.” I said as I gave Karen a pointed look.

“Alright fine. The new kid.”

I wanted to tell her about how I already met Henry, but I didn’t know how to bring it up. And even if I did, Karen would probably grill me about how he was and would talk about him like he was a specimen rather than a human being.

“Well I’m looking forward to it.” I finally said.

“Good luck with that.” Ted spoke up. “The kid’s a weirdo.” The other jocks cheered with agreement, while I looked down at my hands in my lap. Sometimes I wish I could be somewhere else than where I was.

Suddenly I felt a hand grab my shoulder and I looked up to see Karen with her face lit up like a Christmas tree.

“What?”

“Let’s have a sleepover tomorrow ! It’s been awhile since we had girls night. We’ve both been so busy lately.”

I thought about it and Karen had a point. Between Karen being in drama club and me being in Cheer, we’ve barely hung out since school started.

“That sounds great!” I said with a smile.

“Excellent!”

The bell rang signaling for our next class.

“Well I’ll see you at drama club.” Karen said as she gathered her things. Karen and I did not share any of our afternoon classes together, so we were going our separate ways.

“I’ll see you.” I slung my backpack over my shoulder and dumped my lunch tray in the trash, on the way out of the cafeteria.

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The final bell of the day rang which signaled us students that we were free to leave this educational penitentiary. I grabbed all the books I needed for homework, from my locker, and started heading over to the auditorium where drama rehearsal was held.

I was a little nervous, but Joyce and Karen both said that they’ll be there for me if I needed them and that was all the reassurance I needed. With bated breath I sighed before I opened the door of the auditorium.

I walked in and there was chaos everywhere. Charles Sinclair and Sue Anderson were arguing near the soundboard. Karen and Ted were making out in one of the audience seats. Walter Henderson was teasing some kid a grade below him, while Claudia Yount was trying to get Walter to stop. Alan Munson was talking to the wall. Bob Newby was writing frantically in his script. Lonnie Byers was laid passed out on the ground. Joyce was nowhere in sight.

Well this was not what I expected when I signed up for drama club. I found a seat near the back and placed my stuff down.

“I’m shocked to see you here Y/n.”

I turned around and saw James Hopper Jr. He was known as the ladies man here at Hawkins high, but he wasn’t in the popular crowd. He was more of a loaner and kept to himself. He was the chief of police’s son and it was known that he liked to be called Jim rather than James.

“You’re shocked to see someone like me in drama club?” I asked.

Jim gestured at the cheer uniform I was wearing. “People from your crowd usually don’t really join drama club.”

“Ted’s in drama club.”

“Yeah well Ted is Ted.”

I let out a few laughs when he said that. “Why is someone like you here?” I asked back. Jim carefully looked around before he secretly pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. “I sell cigarettes for a buck per pack. Want one?”

“I’ll pass.”

“Suit yourself.” He said before he placed the cigarettes back in his pocket. Then I thought back to the beginning of our conversation when he called me Y/n.”

“Wait hold on a sec you know my name?” I asked. Jim pointed at my cheer sweater that had my name stitched into it. “Oh right.” I said with embarrassment.

“It’s okay kid. Some forget the most simplest of things.”

“Don’t call me kid.”

“I’ll call you whatever I want…kid.”

I ignored him. “Have you seen Joyce anywhere?”

“No, but she should be here soon. Drama club is her life.”

I nodded. Something then caught Jim’s eye and he nodded in understanding. “Well duty calls…kid.” He said before he walked away.

“Don’t call me kid!” I shouted at him, but he didn’t answer back, so he either he didn’t hear me or he chose to remain silent and something told me it was the latter.

I wanted to strangle him, but I stopped myself. Jim irritated the hell out of me, but there was something comforting about his presence. There was an older brother vibe about him. My mind instantly went to him, and I almost opened the door I locked a long time ago, but I managed to keep it shut. Not here I thought.

Then Joyce’s voice carried through the auditorium as she entered. “Alright folks we have a lot to accomplish today, so let’s get right to it!”

The room went silent as Joyce’s words resonated with the club. Eventually everyone situated themselves and gave their undivided attention to Joyce.

“Now first I want to tackle scene 2 from act 2. That scene is very important and the audience must understand the message we are trying to share. But before we get to do that I would like all of you to do some icebreakers with one another.”

Everyone groaned in annoyance.

“No! I don’t want to hear it. You guys know each other, but do you really know each other? This is your time to really dig deep and get to know one another. We have to function as one living organism and we have to live as one in order to impress the scholarship guy. Now I’m going to pair you all into pairs and then you can talk with your partner for the beginning of rehearsal.”

More groans erupted from the audience.

“Nah uh uh. I don’t want to hear it and I don’t want to hear complaints about who your partner is. Now. Walter and Alan. Sue and Charles. Claudia and Betty. Henry and Y/n…”

I tuned all the other names out after Joyce called my name. My eyes immediately scanned the crowd of people until my eyes landed on the boy who was already looking at me. I couldn’t read his expression, but he didn’t seem upset that I was his partner.

“Alright guys! Go mingle!” Joyce said and walked off the stage. I rose from my seat and made my way over to Henry. When I reached his seat I looked down at him and he was messing with his radio that was going all haywire.

“Henry?”

Henry jumped at the sound of my voice.

“Hey are you okay?” I asked concerned.

“Y-yeah why wouldn’t I be.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.” He cleared his throat. “Do you want to sit?” Henry gestured towards the seat next to him. I nodded and sat down. None of us said anything.

“So…um. Did you enjoy the game last week?” I asked breaking the silence.

“No. No not really.”

“Oh. Well that’s okay. Sports aren’t for everyone. I’m not that big a fan of sports.”

“I didn’t enjoy the game, but I enjoyed watching you.”

“Me?”

“Yes.”

I looked down at the ground. “Thank you. Although I did mess up a couple times which makes no sense because I practiced all week, but of course things didn’t go as planned. Karla, the cheer captain, noticed my mistakes of course and said that it was something to work on. Sometimes I wish I could just get out of head. I know I know the number, but then I miss a step or two and it’s like I didn’t practice at all and-“ Then I realized I was rambling on and on again.

“I’m rambling again aren’t I.” I said bashfully.

“It’s okay. I’m not much of a talker.” Henry reassured me.

“I should really stop talking. The whole point of this exercise is to get to know one another. So tell me about yourself.”

Immediately Henry tensed up and I could tell he didn’t want to talk about himself.

“Well we don’t have to talk about you first. Do you want me to continue rambling?”

Henry nodded.

“Okay. Ask me a question.”

The tension dissipated immediately from Henry’s shoulders, but not completely.

“What’s your favorite color?”

“Pink. A pastel pink to be exact. How ‘bout you?”

“…blue.”

“That’s cool! I like blue! Especially the pastel blue of the sky. If you can’t tell I like pastel colors.”

Henry nodded, but said nothing. A couple moments of silence passed before I realized he wasn’t going to ask another question.

“Ask me another question.” I said.

“Do you have siblings?”

I felt my body freeze as my eyes darted to the floor and the words that always came easy to me were stuck in my mouth. Ever since last year I could never talk about my brother out in the open. It’s too painful to talk about someone who has been a part of your entire life only for them to suddenly disappear. Everyone in town knows and it’s sort of been an unspoken rule in school to not talk about my brother and especially in front of me.

I felt the palms of my hands begin to sweat and I wiped them against my cheer skirt. My right leg began to shake reportedly, a habit I did whenever I was nervous.Henry obviously has no knowledge of my situation nor my personal life. However, there’s something about him that makes me feel light. Like he could be a person I could confide in. I know I’ve only known him for basically a day, but there’s just something about him that I can’t describe.

“Hey we don’t have to talk about your family if you don’t want to. I get it.”

I looked up at Henry and I saw a look of understanding in his eyes.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“I know what it’s like to not have the best relationship with your family.”

Suddenly my eyes widened and my back straightened. How did he know about my strained relationship with my parents? Did he know about Alex? How could he read me so easily?

“How did you know that?” I asked accusingly, but he didn’t seem fazed and shrugged.

“I don’t know. I guess I just know when I see someone like me.”

My back went to a more comfortable position after he spoke. So he doesn’t know about Alex. Right? I took a deep breath.

“Someone like you?”

Henry nodded and I let go of the breath I didn’t realize I was holding. “Well you’re right. My relationship with my family is not the best…my brother-“

“Alright folks I know that wasn’t a lot of time, but we got to get the ball rolling for this scene!” Joyce shouted. Her eyes started to flit through the room as she begun to list out a bunch of tasks for people to complete.

“Henry and Patty step up to the stage. Sue and Charles please set up the right lighting for this scene. Y/n….Oh Y/n!” She turned to everyone else. “Everyone be ready to go in 5!” She then turned back to me and began to walk through the aisle.

“Y/n I’m glad you’re here.” Joyce said as she hugged me.

“Well I was kind of forced to be here against my will so…” Joyce playfully hit my arm.

“Now-“

“I’m not going on stage.” I interrupted.

“I know Y/n. I remember our deal.” Joyce said with a warm smile. “I was going to suggest joining Clara with costumes. We need more hands on deck to make Henry’s costume. Is that alright with you?”

“Yeah.”

“Great! Let’s go meet Clara!” Before I could say anything, Joyce pulled me into the direction of Clara. My body jerked forwards as I was dragged to the side exit of the auditorium. I went up the stairs and out into the hallway, but not before meeting Henry’s eyes.

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I doodled on the corner of my page as I waited for the bell to ring. I was tuning my teacher’s voice out as he was teaching us some stupid math equation that I would never understand. I never understood why we were required to take math classes. I know math is in everyday life, but it’s not like I’m going to need to know about y=mx + b, or all the other equations.

Suddenly the bell rang and I slowly gathered my belongings and walked out the door. I made it 3/4 down the hallway before I felt a tap on my shoulder.

“Hey girl! I’m so excited for tonight!” It was Karen

“Me too!”

“There’s drama club tonight and I know you have cheer practice, so Ted will drop us off at my house when we’re done.”

“Sounds good!”

“Great I’ll see you later.” Karen said before she walked down the hallway.

“See you later.”

I made it to my next class which was study hall. Usually around this time I would meet my cheer teammates and the basketball team in the gym, but I actually had to get some work done today, so I decided to stay in the classroom during study hall today.

I found a seat and I grabbed my English homework and a pencil. The bell rang and I heard the last footsteps of people entering the room before the door was shut. Light chatter dispersed throughout the room as people did whatever during their free period.

I felt a presence sit beside me, but I didn’t look up because I was too focused on my English homework. I wanted to get this done now, so that I could freely hang out with Karen this weekend.

I vigorously erased a mistake I made on the page and my pencil flew out of my grasp and on to the ground. I bent down to pick it up when I saw a familiar hand held radio seated on the ground. I looked up and saw Henry with his back pack on his lap rummaging through it. I didn’t realize that he was in my study hall this whole time, but then again it’s my first time being here in a while.

I noticed his homework laid out on his desk and I realized he was missing something to get started on it. I tapped Henry’s shoulder and he sharply looked at me. I silently held out my hand and offered him my pencil. He looked down at it before he slowly took the pencil from my hand.

“Thank you.”

“No problem.” I said with a smile. “Are you working on Mr. Smith’s homework assignment?”

He nodded.

“Want to work on it together?”

Henry remained silent, but he nodded again.

“Great!” I pulled out an extra pencil, since I gave Henry the one I was using, and continued to work on the homework. It was silent for a while and I almost thought that he lied about wanting to work together, but then he quietly spoke up.

“What did you say for question 4?”

I looked up from my paper. “Question 4?”

He nodded.

“I talked about how Victor was in the wrong and how he let his own ambitions get in the way. If the monster received some guidance and help then he wouldn’t have done the things he’s done.”

Henry nodded. “I was thinking the same.” And then he went back to his paper.

I looked at Henry as he concentrated on writing his answer. His eyebrow furrowed as he focused on what to put down on his paper. I thought back to our conversation in drama club yesterday and I realized I wanted to learn more about him.

We didn’t talk about him at all, well then again Joyce gave us barely any time to get to know one another, so it would be nice to hear what he has to say. It can also clarify all the rumors that people made up around the school. I looked up at the clock and noticed there was 10 minutes left of the period. Then I looked back at Henry and tapped his shoulder.

He looked up at me. “Can I ask you something.” Henry froze, but then his head slowly nodded.

“Well not like asking you something..It’s just that everyone in school talk about how weird and frightening you are and for some reason I don’t think it’s true. You don’t seem like the type to resort to violence and you seem rather pleasant. I guess I just want to know more about you. Like where you’re from. You’re life before here.”

Henry looked away and his knuckles turned white as he clenched the pencil in his hands.

“You don’t have to say anything now…I just want to get to know you. You seem nice and approachable.”

Henry slightly released his hold on the pencil and looked back at me. “You want to get to know me?”

I nodded. He paused before he placed the pencil on top of the desk and turned his body towards me. I faced my body in his direction and gave him my complete attention.

“Well…I’m from Rachel, Nevada and my family and I moved here about a month ago. We inherited the house I lived in from a rich relative and now I’m here.”

“Did you like Nevada?”

“It was okay. I do miss it though because Nevada was all I’ve ever known my whole life.”

“That’s understandable. Why did you move?” Henry immediately tensed up and I could tell I reached a touchy subject.

“We moved because my mom wanted a fresh start for me.”

“A fresh start?”

Henry opened his mouth, but he was interrupted by Mr. Green, our study hall teacher. “The bell is about to ring, so I suggest you guys start to pack up.”

Henry looked at me with an unreadable expression before he began to pack up his belongings. I was so close to getting him to open up to me, but of course he had to be interrupted. That did not feel like twenty minutes.

We haven’t interacted much, but there is something about his energy that is intriguing. He draws me in and I want to open the door that he keeps locked away.

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Sweat dripped down my face as I sipped from my water bottle. We have already run our routine two times already so far during practice and we were all taking a five minute break.

“I swear if we run this damn routine one more time I think I might have a stroke.” My teammate McKenzie said.

“We can dream, but we know what’s going to happen.

“I know.” McKenzie said as she rolled her eyes. “I just wish she would go easy on us for once.”

“I know.” I said mirroring her words and we both laughed.

“Alright girls! I wanted to run our number again, but since you all seem out of it I’m going to call it a night.” Our coach said.

McKenzie and I looked at each other shocked, but relieved. “Great work today girls and don’t forgot to practice!”

I swiped my brow with my small towel I always bring to practice and began to pack up my belongs.

“Hey do you need a ride home tonight?”

“No thanks Kenz I’m sleeping over Karen’s house tonight, so I’m getting a ride from her.”

“Alright then! I’ll see you on Monday then!”

“See you on Monday! Have a great weekend!”

“You two.”

I zipped my bag up and slung it over my shoulder before heading to my locker, because I forgot some books that I needed for homework this weekend. I entered the hallway where my locker was and I put in my combo.

I set my bag on my ground and grimaced at the look of my appearance. My cheeks were tinted red from the heat of the gym and my hair was damp from sweat. I sniffed under my arm and immediately recoiled. I definitely need to take a nice shower at Karens I thought.

I bent down to reach for my deodorant from my bag when I saw a pair of shoes in my eye of sight. I looked up and saw none other than Henry. I smiled.

“Hey Henry.”

“Hi.”

“Is drama club over?”

He nodded.

“Oh how did it go?”

“Good. I wanted to return this to you.” He reached into his back pack and pulled out the pencil I lent him earlier in study hall.

“Oh you didn’t have to give it back I have plenty. Keep it.”

“No it’s yours.” He held out his arm with the pencil in his hand for me to take. It looked like he wasn’t going to budge, so I reached up for the pencil and slipped it in my duffle bag. I stood up from the ground and my height reached the bottom of Henry’s head.

I didn’t realize he was a full head taller than me until now. But now I knew as I looked into his blue eyes. I stared into his eyes for a little bit longer until I realized what I was doing and looked away.

“Um…are you heading home now?” I asked after clearing my throat.

“Yes.”

“Cool. Do you live far?” What kind of questions am I asking him? He probably thinks I’m a stalker because I want to know the distance of his house from school, but he didn’t seem weirded out by my question (thank god).

“I live on Morehead St.”

“Oh I know where that is. One of my teammates lives two streets from there.”

Henry nodded and a silence filled the hallway. I grabbed the textbook I needed and shut my locker shut. I picked up my duffle bag from the ground and swung it over my shoulder.

“Well I should really get going. I don’t want to keep Karen and Ted waiting, but I’ll see you on Monday.” I said with a smile. Henry remained silent, so I took that as my cue to leave. I turned around and took about two steps before Henry called out “ Wait!”

“Yes?”

Henry looked at the ground and fidgeted with his hands. “Henry?” He looked up and placed his hand behind his head as if he was….nervous.

“I um…was w-wondering if you wanted to hang out maybe. Not tonight! But…maybe some other time?”

I stood shockingly at Henry as I took in his words. With our little encounters it was mostly me leading our conversations. I never felt bad about it, but a part of me felt like maybe he was disinterested. But now I knew he actually wanted to hang out with me and get to know me like how I want to I get to know him.

“Well I have a busy schedule with cheer and now drama club.”

Henry’s face didn’t change, but his eyes did. They fell like a deflated balloon. “But I think we can work something out.” I finished and the once dimmed lights in his eyes were illuminated again.

“Great um well I guess we can work something out.”

I nodded with a smile. “Well now I should really get going. I’ll see you on Monday.”

“I’ll see you on Monday.”

I gave him a small wave before I made my way to the entrance of the school with a huge smile on my face

[stabknives]

you cant just leave us on that cliffhanger.. tell us more about bigshot tenna (and spamton)

i fear spamton forcing you to call him tenna made him about 200% more attractive to me

A lot of people don't talk about how weird Spamton is about Tenna it's kinda funny to me. You're telling me this guy tried to dress like Tenna, talk like Tenna, do the same job as Tenna... what are you doing, man. Get your own identity.

^^^ Spamton to me. Like what in the toxic wannabe doppelganger goosebumps ass...

I think bigshot Tenna is probably a lot less willing to grovel to get what he wants, given that he's gods special princess and the most important man in the world or whatever. You will, effectively, have to put up with these two doing tug of war shit to you.

Spamton may or may not want Tenna's sweetheart sincerely it really does not matter he is doing this because he effectively wants to replace and subsume Tenna's identity. And Tenna wants his special someone to a degree that is dangerous to the public. Even if I think he's probably not going about it in the way he might current day.

He's way more likely to, for example, fuckin' fume if you deny him a single time. Probably pushed his luck too far, wanted you to do something with him on stage you weren't comfortable with. Jerk him off under his desk lmao. So he fucks off and ignores you for awhile, while slipping in references to you in his performances just enough to let you know he's NOT pleased and also he's doing so good without you. So good. Catch him on the red carpet with a beautiful man and woman on each arm. Everybody wants him. You should want him too.

Spamton of course will take this chance for what it is and try to weasel his way into your good graces. Tenna is doing lines with whores at parties YOU aren't invited to, just because you didn't wanna spend an hour jerking his ego off on camera as a contestant on his show. Sure, you like Tenna, he gets why- big guy is charming, from a distance. But Spamton can treat you better. Treat you right! He won't demand you join him on the show just to lavish him in praise and attention, because he already knows he's better. Go out with him for drinks and let him prove it!

If you say no he loses his marbles.

Meanwhile Tenna is putting pressure on you at your job and in your social circles. Can't get a job because Mr. Cathode doesn't WANT you to have a job he wants you to admit you need him and that you're nothing without him and that he makes the world go round. Do not expect Bigshot Tenna to ever apologize for anything he is without flaw. He will however send a card and a piece of jewelry to your apartment bitching and moaning backhandedly about how he's really being patient with you but you haven't been in touch (he's been the one ignoring you) and he's starting to feel unwanted (WHERE IS HIS PRAISE?) but he's really trying to make this work so he wants to meet you in the middle okay.

Two freak men and not a scrap of sanity between them. Choose your fighter.

[nulldragonhere]

[Spamton x Reader x Tenna] (Ticklefic) Spamton wanted to show off his NEO body to his most beloved partners. He just didn't imagine that it could go so silly.

(Author's note): This one was requested! I'm always happy to write the funny trio, especially with NEO. Post bigshot era for this one! I heart lee!NEO with my entire [HEART-SHAPED OBJECT] btw.

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Spamton said he had a surprise for you. Well, a 'SUPER SPECIL [limited time] SURPRISE', that is.

So here you were with Tenna, in castle town's garage, kicking at the dirt and waiting for your partner to show up. The TV host was leaned against the wall, arms folded, and looking around impatiently. What on earth could be the holdup?

Within only a few minutes of waiting, Tenna decided to change channels, showing you some kind of light world gameshow. You were always amazed that he could get those channels.

You booed when the contestant got the answer wrong, losing out on the prize: a fancy-looking car.

"Couldn't have been me. I knew the answer." You were casually lain across his stomach as you watched.

He was reclined backwards against the wall. "Poor fella probably got the jitters. That's what happens when you don't have a great host looking out for the contestants!"

"This guy lost out on a car, that sucks-" You gaped as he got the next question wrong as well. "HOW did he end up as a finalist!? This guy doesn't know anything!"

Before Tenna could offer an answer, a door across the room shut loudly. Spamton scurried over, looking very proud of himself as he gripped something between his hands. "THANKS F0R THE [doctor's new patient notes] MY > STARS1!"

"Well now! Took you long enough, what happened?" Tenna stood up, helping you up as well.

"HAD A BIT OF [troubleshooting] BECA>USE I [lost and found bin] MY SPECIL ITEM!" He held up a-

"...A disk?" You squinted at the round pink and yellow reflective item.

"BE>H0LD! MY [LoadedDisk]!" He holds it up even higher, practically vibrating. "I WANT TO [show and tell] MY [favorites folder] L0VES A FUN [hat trick]!"

You can't help the confused noise that escapes you when he puts the disk between his teeth, sliding it in like a DVD player.

"S-Spammy, did you eat your CD-?" Tenna gapes.

You opened your mouth again, fully prepared to say 'C-Deez nuts' to ragebait your partner, but you don't get the chance.

Spamton starts glowing.

His form starts sparking, losing stability, and Tenna snatches you up and curls around you to keep you safe as it gets brighter. And brighter. And brighter.

You hear a loud thump as it finally subsides, the sound of familiar cussing ringing out. You crack open your eyes, leaning around Tenna's shoulder-

Oh.

Spamton was different. Colorful wings sprouted from his back, his form was now much taller, and his hands turned into claws... which were currently being used to rub his head.

That thump and cussing you heard? Yeah. Poor guy hit his head on the metal ceiling.

You slowly got down from Tenna's embrace, carefully approaching Spamton's doubled over form. "...Uh, Spammy...? Are you okay...?"

He removed one hand from his head, giving you a weak grin. "DIDN>T EXPECT TO [explode in popularity] LIKE THAT. DAMN NEAR [took me out to the ball game]!"

"Alright, come here. Let me see the damage-" You yelped when he grabbed you, lifting you easily to his eye level. He was being careful with his strength and claws, holding you in both hands. You got over the shock, putting your hands in his hair to search for any damage.

"SEE> [sweet love of my life]? I CAN L1FT YOU JUST LIKE [cathode] OVER THERE!" He sounded incredibly proud of himself. Cute... even with how big he was, he still leaned in when you planted a kiss on the side of his head.

"So, this was your surprise, Spammy?" Tenna grinned, walking a circle around him. "I have to say... it is impressive!" You looked back at Tenna, snickering as you noticed his gaze lingering a little too long on Spamton's backside. He coughs and looks away.

"Very impressive armor, if I can say!" Good on Tenna for changing the subject. Spamton stood an entire head taller, but the TV darkner still inspected his shoulder armor closely, "It reminds me of my own shoulder pads!"

"He's very handsome like this," You agreed, wrapping your arms around his head, "This was a good surprise."

Spamton plopped criss-cross onto the floor, clearly enjoying the attention he was getting and trying to invite more. He lets out a chirping purr when you scratch his scalp and Tenna scratches at the feathers on his outer wing.

"Aww, he can still purr in this form." You nuzzled your face into the side of his neck, feeling his leg bounce.

"I AM ST1LL YOUR [same old same old!] [#1 salesman] PARTNER. I>M JUST [big and tall style clothes]." You kept nuzzling into his neck, feeling him trying not to scrunch his shoulder up.

"He's still the same Spammy, alright!" Tenna grinned, running a finger up his spine and watching him arch his back with a yelp. He dropped you into his lap with a chortle when Tenna's fingers switched to skittering up and down his back. "He's just as sensitive in this form, too!"

"H>EY! HEY EVERY ! WHAT THE [hell on earth] ARE YOU DOING??" He twisted around to swipe at Tenna, who dodged away with a mischievous chuckle.

"Sorry! I just couldn't resist when I saw how you were reacting to our partner nuzzling you!" He grinned innocently, "Besides! We all know you love the attention!"

From your spot in his lap, you piped up. "Yeah, I could've sworn you loved the physical contact. And our undivided attention." You reached over to rub his stomach, earning you something between a purr and a small laugh.

"We know you, after all!" Tenna sang, hugging Spamton from behind, "We'd love nothing more than to get to know our partner's new form, isn't that right?" He traces small circles over Spamton's sides, earning some giggles and squirming alongside some light protests.

"HEY HEY, NOT SO [fast internet speed]-!"

"He really is just as ticklish as before, it's cute." You nuzzled your face into his stomach and grinned at the jolt and squeal.

You planted a few kisses on his stomach, hugging as much of his midsection as you could while his hand slapped at the ground beside him. That same hand quickly flew upwards as he arched his back away from Tenna's hands scratching at his ribs. His wings flapped wildly as he cackled under the playful assault.

"Aww, his reactions are the same, too!" You cooed just before giving him a raspberry that made him shriek some incoherent pleas.

Tenna's hands were trapped under his arms when he clamped them down after the host's fingers begun to explore the soft spot. "Hah! He almost seems more ticklish than before!" He can't help giving Spamton a quick kiss on the cheek. "Poor guy! So big and still helpless to the tickle monsters!"

Spamton was in a state somewhere between heaven and hell. On one hand, he was getting attention from the two he loved more than anything else, in one of his favorite ways, nonetheless. On the other hand; this body did, in fact, seem more sensitive than his real body, which meant that all of the sensations felt much worse than usual. He was stuck between adoring the situation and wanting to crawl (or maybe fly?) away.

He stayed exactly where he was. His legs had finally uncrossed, being left to bounce just behind you.

That was another thing, wasn't it? He was having to focus on his reactions much more in this form, because he knew how strong he was now. One wrong move, and he might fling one of you across the room... which he did NOT want at all.

He finally falls over, landing squarely on his side. It doesn't save him, because you just stand by his back and scratch your hands from his hips all the way up to his underarms and over to his stomach. Tenna blows a raspberry against his neck, and he shrieks.

"[did you know?] I>LL BEHEHEHE GETTIHIHING REVENGE S-SOOHOHOHOH0OHN-!" He can safely kick his legs in front of him, so he does.

"Are you REALLY in a position to be talking like that, my dear? The tickle monsters are hardly done with you!" Tenna leans in, fangs glinting, "...And you've hardly begged for any mercy, either!"

His wings are still wildly flapping as he giggles nonsensical threats at Tenna, who was currently using those same fangs against his neck (complete with silly munching sounds).

You grabbed the one that wasn't against the floor by the elbow joint, scratching your hand between the feathers by his shoulderblade. You swear you weren't trying to tickle him this time, and yet, he let out one of the loudest shrieks thus far. You jumped back in surprise.

Tenna's face snaps backwards and visibly lights up when he realizes. "Oh! It looks like we both missed a spot! How cute!"

Tenna's claws extend and scratch at the outer base of Spamton's wing. He shrieks again, flailing an arm backwards. Tenna easily catches it in one hand, not even pausing his motions.

"YOUOU>OUH [#%£€]!" Spamton wheezes out a cuss while trying to wrench his captured arm free.

"Very interesting how he still hasn't said to stop, no?" His teasing tone is contrasted by the fond smile on his face. You can only giggle in response. "Do feel free to join in, I have my hand full, after all."

You nod. It really did warm your heart to see how much fun he was having here... and his reactions? They were still just as adorable as before. His other hand was covering his face, to which Tenna only gave a disapproving head shake in response to.

You wormed your hands under his wing, scratching at the inner corner. His voice gave off a deafening burst of static, body jolting, tensing, and finally going limp as he slipped into silent laughter.

Both of you backed off after a few seconds of this. You couldn't help but admire him as he fell into a tickle-drunken state; senseless, breathy giggles, arms wrapped around his midsection, hair mussed up, and a vibrant smile and blush on his face. You propped your face on your crossed arms as you leaned against his side to watch him.

Tenna reached up to scratch his scalp as he recovered, earning a tired purr. "That was fun."

You reached down to rub his stomach, listening to his fading laughter. You almost debated grabbing his hand to kiss the back of it until a pair of pink and yellow eyes finally reopened, looking at his partners.

He finally sits back up, letting you keep leaning against his side. "YOU ARE BOTH [lucky numbers] THAT I [live laugh love] YOU. IN [sprite] OF THE [nautical nonsense]."

"We love you too!" You pick up his hand and kiss his wrist while Tenna kisses his cheek. He rolls his eyes and huffs, but can't hide the blush that happens.

"You're acting like you hated that physical challenge! Which we all know you didn't!" Tenna flicks Spamton's nose.

"MAYBE YOU>RE RIGHT. [survey says: 100% satisfaction guaranteed]. QU1TE FUN!"

Tenna chuckles. "See? I knew you were being difficult on purpose! Caught in the act!"

"QU1TE FUN." He repeats, standing up, "WHICH IS [tell me why!] I SHOULD [return to sender] AND LET MY FAV0RITE [sweetheart day] HAVE FUN TO0!"

His dual eyes gleamed in the dark as he loomed over both of you. The way he was holding his claws seemed a little too threatening in the moment...

"YOU CAN HAVE A [ten seconds remain!] [jumpstart your car] BEF>ORE THE [big! scary! evil!] T1CKLE MONSTER COMES BACK!"

You and Tenna glanced at each other before deciding to take off. Maybe if you hide long enough, he'll get bored...?

"G1VE ME A GOOD CHASE. I [love!] WHEN THEY RUN!"

...Maybe not, actually...

[cheesycatz]

THE ENTIRETY OF THE WORMTON FIC IS DRAFTED! THIS IS NOT A DRILL! Sooooo, what does that mean? I'm currently revising every chapter, leaving notes for things I want to change, move, or add, and deleting what I'm no longer happy with. I'm hoping to finish by the end of the month. After that, I have to, y'know, actually write the thing. I plan to release chapter 1 and the prologue together. I have no idea how long each chapter will take, but considering the length of each chapter and how long these updates take me, a month between chapters is likely realistic. We'll just have to wait and see.

In fact, June 5th could be a reasonable release date for the first chapter! I’m sure you don’t have any other plans that day… /j I guess

As far as actual content goes, I was having fun with the last two chapters. Most of the fic is from Spamton’s and Blue’s perspectives, but I thought it would be sweet to have one chapter from each of the addisons for the finale, each telling him that they love him in different ways, and for Spamton to take the last chapter and finally say “I love you” back. The word “love” and the weight associated with it is brought up many times throughout the story, and I’d thought it would be a good way to end it. Spamton’s life and mental health isn’t perfect by the last chapter, but the realization that he is unconditionally loved promises a bright future for him. YIPPEE found-family!!! There’s still some angst, but it’s mostly fluff now.

Because of Spamton's love of nature in this fic, I thought it would be nice if he learned to care for his own plant. As one does, I looked up flower language to find a suitable plant for him, focusing specifically on resilience, as I'd argue that's Spamton's most defining strength (this guy has been homeless for 20 years, somehow horrifically transformed into a puppet, lost everything he had, everyone hates or doesn't remember him, and was promised by the universe that he would never amount to anything but a broken toy to be discarded, and still gets out of bed everyday to pursue his goal. This man is DETERMINED). Anyways, I saw dandelions on the list as a sign of resilience, renewal, and new life, and it's the perfect flower for him. A flower that can spread at such a fast rate it's seen as a useless weed more than anything else. Yet, year after year, they persist. A field completely filled with dandelions is still a flower field, and just as beautiful if you'd give it the chance. Why the hell would someone be selling dandelions in a flower shop? Uh…they don't grow naturally in Cyber World, so maybe they'd be sold there, and the store owner didn't want to throw them away after moving to Castle Town or something… JUST LET ME HAVE THIS

Revisions are fun! Most of the changes involve Spamton's character, as I've gotten a better grasp on him over the years. Despite his drastically different biology and backstory, Wormton is meant to be as close to homeless-era Spamton as possible personality wise, and I hope I can do him justice. Overall, I've revised him to be a lot more mysterious and antagonistic. He hates addisons, and only stuck with Blue because they were easy to use. He's never been treated like a person before, and it takes him a while to come to terms with the fact that the addisons like him and he likes them back. He tries to express it too late, and it's no wonder they ran the moment they discovered the Worm In The Apple™.

One thing I’ve pondered for a while is whether Spamton will remain the only BIGSHOT malworm in existence. I’ve left it ambiguous in the fic, but I’d love for him to raise some hatchlings. His life with the addisons is infinitely better than his old life, but they’re not malworms. They can’t speak his native language, can’t hunt and eat prey together, can’t accommodate for a malworm’s near constant need for the presence of others. I think it would be the happiest ending, but that could be an entire fic on its own, especially since Queen was barely convinced to let even one malworm stay alive. I'd like to at least get something out before the heat death of the universe, so you'll just have to picture Wormton with a dozen identical clones of himself crawling after him.

I WANNA RELEASE SOMETHING SO BAAAAAAD

You know who’s excited for the fic to release? Me! I wanna read comments! I want to inspire people! I want you to cry over a bunch of advertisements and a piece of 90’s spyware! I want the thing I’ve spent 2.5 years on to finally see the light of day! I want the Spamton-shaped worms eating my brain to shut up!

[tennas-t-v-time]

Hello, I started reading your mettetenna fic about a week ago, and I must say I've been quite enjoying it; it seems very effortlessly funny and character accurate (I laugh whenever Spamton shows up, you made him so odd). You really managed to capture and maintain my interest throughout, what with the skillful mix of romance, drama and comedy. I appreciate that you don't shy away from writing an entire cast of characters, making the dark world and town feel lived in. I also can't stand when a fic is too fluffy or too flowery, and I feel like you hit the mark in terms of your writing/storytelling style. I really liked the setup where they all go to anime club and Tenna prefers the sweet, friendship-focused movie over the serious one (very much the same as my own taste in media haha). I wanted to ask if I may create fanart for your fic. I'm not sure if it'll actually pan out since I'm currently busy creating a different set of illustrations for my own AU, but yeah, just wanted to know if that was chill. 🤙 Also, I was curious, do you have a fav scene/section in your fic?

IM SO SOSO GLAD ITS IN CHARACTER!!! Spamton esp was someone I was worried about getting wrong, hes such a funny character to me and I wanted to portray the pure unbridled chaos of reading his lines for the first time. Awful awful little beast

AVOIDING TOO MANY WALLS OF TEXT IS ACTUALLY SOMETHING IM PASSIONATE ABOUT AND INSECURE ABOUT SO IM SOOOO GLAD PEOPLE LIKE MY SHORTER PARAGRAPHS.. I have adhd, dyslexia, autism, many many learning disabilities which makes reading more difficult to me- and one of the things that fuck it up is too long of a paragraph. For the chapter coming out next I open it w some long ones I wrote as a challenge for myself and I keep fighting the urge to just. Break em up LMFAO. Im also glad im toeing the line of fluff and angst! Writing both is very fun for me but I usually need both to function

THE MEW MEW THING WAS SO FUN TO WRITE AS A CHARACTER ANALYSIS THING this commenter on ao3(GoldenDusk) 100% understood exactly what I was throwing down and it made me so happy I’m just posting those sections- first is their reply and second is my response

YOU CAN 100% MAKE FAN ART OF THIS FIC DUDE ID BE SO SO SO HAPPY ID RB IT SO MUCH i have a tag for fan art of the fic I’d love love love to see it!!! It’d make me so happy!!

AS FOR MY FAVORITE SCENE I’ve been asked this before and I have no fucking clue honestly LMFAO it’s so hard to choose. I think the ones I always go back to read are the one in the first chapter where he’s in the snow, the nightmare scenes, and like. All of chapter 9 tbh. You can tell I go crawling back to angst stuff LOL. I <3 angst. Specifically when it’s about stuff like PTSD, genuinely cathartic as hell for me.

I’m actually. Shocked by how few tenna with ptsd fics there are considering how bad his symptoms for complex are and considering he for sure has it from the knight. I guess most of the fic content is bigshot era? Ok wait actually another favorite scene of mine is the barfight scene im very happy w how that came out and its such a good balance between funny and angsty and hot to me. I <3 bloodied yaoi. There IS a scene in chapter 21 that I’m excited for y’all to see that I’m REALLY proud of!