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[catcrumb]

after 5 years of running this blog, i've made the decision to open up a patreon!

my life circumstances are changing, and patreon will greatly help me make ends meet and pay rent. nothing about this blog will be changing - i'll still be posting a cat doodle every day, same as i always have.

i have a $3/month tier and a $6/month tier - both work as tip jars, with the latter being if you feel especially generous and can afford it.

right now i have transparent and/or higher-resolution PNGs of certain catcrumbs that i've used for redbubble up for members, if anyone wants to make emojis or such. i'll also be taking requests for drawings to be transparentized and/or put on redbubble. in the future i may start offering additional rewards - bonus art, requests, maybe physical stuff - but my life needs to settle down a bit before i do anything like that.

your money is of course yours to do with as you see fit (and there are many many good causes out there that i urge you to donate to), but i hope that if my little drawings have given you joy over the years and you have the room in your budget, you'll consider supporting me!

i also have a kofi and redbubble if you'd rather support me that way!

no matter what - i genuinely appreciate all the kindness i have been given. i try very hard to keep catcrumb a self-driven art exercise - just one cat a day, doesnt have to be perfect or even good, just has to be a cat - but i couldn't have kept up the hobby without so many people's joy. it's been a genuinely incredible experience for my silly little scribbles to have positively touched people's lives - in-jokes between friends and partners, a gentle reminder, tattoos and baby clothes, something to look forward to... it's really been a flood of human kindness.

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[emacrow]

Damian and the Dumpster baby.

Damian was doing patrols, with a bit of a minor rescuing and feeding the strays animals until he heard a noise from a dumpster.

Tonight was going to be a storm coming, and he rather check up on the strays, feed them, fixing any of the secure hiding places he put out for them for rain occasionally, and try to smuggle 1 or 6 into the barn again without Father knowing. Alfred can keep a secret sometimes.

Jumping on the edge of the dumpster to see a plastic bag tied up on the pile of trash with something squirming inside, alive obviously. Oh if this another group of puppies, he going to find the culprit himself and break their kneecaps and arms this time.

Easily untying the plastic bag and opening to reveal.. a little baby.

Not a kitten or a puppy, a living breathing human baby, cut and tied umbilical and a pale with a unique birth mark in a shape of a lichtenberg from his tiny hand fading to his chest.

This..

This was out of Damian's comfort line.

He had dealt with saving animals, people, children, hell even toddlers. He never dealt with a baby before much less a newborn.

He could panic later as he hear the sounds of a storm brewing. Carefully picking up the baby by the back of the head and and by the body, using his cape to as a blanket to cover the obvious nudity of the baby. Climbing onto his Red Robin theme Doom Buggy.

Taking care of a baby is no different then taking care of a baby animal, right?

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He got caught after 5 month and a half by Alfred during feeding Danyal time, while scolded him about hiding the baby instead of coming to him.

He had a good reason to though, last time he told Alfred about the last newest addition, Bruce sended the Jafar the Ligor to a sanctuary. He still felt betrayed by that.(even though now Jafar is happily spending his days with the other mixed big cat breed but still)

He done a good enough job taking care of Danyal, even though he had to secretly look up baby stuff, medicine, clothes, a soft bedded cot and diapers.(the smell was much less worse then the sewer) he considered himself a great care-taker.(even though in the back of his mind, he feared that he might had unlocked that genetic adopt-bat bait traits that Dick warned him about)

Damian had gotten.. a bit attached, considering the idea of putting danyal in orphanage or a foster care wasn't ideal afterall the corrupted ones that Father and him had broken through over the years left a bad gut feeling if he had actually gone through with his plan. Danyal was one of his babies, only not covered in fur, scales, or a shell.

And he didn't do everything all on his own, Cass was the only who figured it out, kept it a secret and help out.. then steph found out... and Jason, Tim and Duke unfortunately found out after Cass and steph snuck danyal in the manor for a nice bath.

Only reason Dick didn't found out because everyone know he can't keep a secret away from Bruce's ear for long after found out Jason's new girlfriend was the new therapist in Gotham, and telling Bruce would feed his adopt-holic again and he end up having baby fever. (Tim didn't tell him what that word meant but he did look it up in a baby care guide book for new parents. And EW)

They were going to wait it out til Danyal was at least toddler age before sneaking him in the manor to gatekeep gaslight girlboss Father into thinking he already adopted him. (Steph's words, not his)

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[leviathansmistress]

Begging Heart

Jurassic Park AU: Divorced Wife!Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

Tags/warnings: angst, fluff, divorce, rawr

Chapters/Blurbs: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

A back story about how it all ended.

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" 'S okay," your daughter mumbled, playing another dinosaur figurine Natasha bought for her. "It's mommy you need to be talking to though, mom."

"I know dino." She then placed a kiss on Shane's temple as she trailed behind you, pushing the stroller of your youngest.

Shane was 6 when you and Natasha divorced and your youngest, Ashana was just months old. As funny as it sounds she always has been choosing dinosaurs over you, the last straw was when you gave birth to Ashana, she wasn't there because the hybrid dinosaur they experimented was also laying eggs, giving birth to some shelled dinosaurs. When she went back home, she didn't see any sign of you and your first born, all your clothes and personal stuff was gone.

She filed for a leave for 1 year straight, no questions, to find you and fix what she broke. But upon knowing you were in your parents house, days after you disappeared from your shared home that's when she knew you gave birth. She cried to your parents, kneeling in front of them, apologizing over and over. Begging to see you and her children but she was only able to see Shane. You told your mother that you won't let her see Ashana until she turns 1 month old.

Natasha went back to her lab, lashing out. "This is your fucking fault!" She cried, hands banging on the eggs of the hybrid dinosaur she had to watch over instead of your family. All of a sudden, one egg cracked a baby dinosaur peeking out of the shell. Without waiting, she opened the incubator and gently took the baby dinosaur, bringing it to its mother. Natasha sniffed, watching as the mother caressed her baby. The image of you and the kids flashed before her eyes—she has to fix her family.

Natasha has been nothing but respectful and patient. She doesn't know when she will see you or your newborn but she is grateful already that your parents still allowed her to see Shane and be accepted in your home. She would always visit, driving 2 hours back and forth, hoping that it was you opening the door for her. She could only spend time with Shane and she would always ask her about you.

"How is mommy doing?"

"Mommy not eating and she is crying always, always sad. When will we comeback home, mom?"

"Soon, baby. Okay? Soon."

When Natasha knew about it she made sure to bring you your favorite take outs whenever she visits, which is everyday. It varies, she would ask Shane what you're craving for and Shane would tell her.

"Ice-cream sandwich!" Shane shouted.

"Are you sure it's what mommy wants? Or it's what you want?" Natasha asked her daughter teasingly, her daughter could only cover her face in embarrassment.

Natasha never failed to ask what your youngest daughter would need but your mom would reassure her that everything is covered by them, so she would just bring her little dinosaur toys. She makes sure to bring food for the entire family as well. She would also leave a letter on your food before your daughter or your mom takes the food to bring it to you.

"Hi detka, I miss you. I love you."

"How's mama dino and baby dino doing?"

"I will take sister dino out, is there anything you want mama dino?"

"I miss you, detka. Please, I want to see you and our baby."

"Hi baby, I had a rough day )): I miss you, rawr."

"Baby this is a toy set dinosaur family I had ask to be customized. It's you, Shane, Ashana and me <3 rawr."

The day came, Ashana is finally 1 month old. Your father was just slowly coming downstairs but Natasha already saw the thick white cloth he was carrying—she started tearing up. When your father handed her Ashana, Natasha sobbed, cooing and mumbling sweet words to your youngest. She has Natasha's hair and nose, the eyes and her skin are yours.

"Wh-where's Y/N?" Natasha asked your father, wiping the tears out of her face.

"I'm afraid you will not see her for a while now." Natasha frowned, it has been a month since she saw you. And it was in your home when she left you alone in your bed during your sleep since there was an emergency in the lab. But what she didn't know is that you would go to labor and give birth to Ashana on that very same day.

"No. It's…it's been a month, sir. I need to see her, we need to get back home. I need her." Your mother took Ashana from her arms and then your father handed her a piece of manila envelope.

"No, no, no. I will not sign this, sir." Natasha tried not to choke and compose herself. She stood leveling your father. "Please, let me see her." She started getting hysterical, wanting to go upstairs and see you but your father quickly blocked her way. "Y/N! Baby! Please talk to me!" Your father took a hold of Natasha's strength. She has no shame crying in your father's grasp, she wasn't able to control herself and pushed your father out of her way but he quickly grabbed her by her arm.

"She needed you too, Natasha. But where were you? Sign the papers and you will see her. If not, you will not see them ever again." Your father firmly threatened Natasha. A tear fell down her cheek, nodding defeatedly—she will not risk not seeing you and the kids. She will give this one to you now if that's what you want, but she will win you back.

[yailtsv]

Paige Bueckers x reader going to a store and participating in Angel tree’s

Day 2

Angel Tree - p.b

Sum: adopting kids off the angel tree and giving them the best Christmas ever

Warnings: fluff

Pair: Paige x gf!reader

Wc: 1.2k

My masterlist

“Jacob, 5 years old likes Spider-Man, Batman, Iron Man, coloring books, books, and doing arts & crafts. Wants a basketball and basketball hoop. Needs all clothes and winter gear, + shower soaps, a toothbrush and toothpaste.” You read off to Paige “Alright let’s add him too, pick one more” Paige says taking the angel tag from you and putting it with the other four.

You look around the tree looking at all the tags wishing you could give all of them the Christmas they deserve but you know you can’t. Two tags stuck out to you the most so you grabbed them and walked back over to Paige.

“I can’t pick between these two so you need to choose.” You start making Paige nod “Lila, 4 years old likes Hello Kitty, Barbie, baby dolls, Disney princesses, drawing, and Stitch. Wants a baby doll and a stuffed animal. Needs shoes and clothes” you then put that tag behind the other one and start reading the second one “Taylor, 16 years old likes skincare, makeup, hair accessories, Taylor Swift, reading, listening to music, volleyball, and basketball. Wants either cds and a cd player or vinyls and a vinyl player. Needs clothes, walking shoes, basketball shoes, and all hygiene products” you then looked up at Paige “which one?” You ask

She just walks towards you and takes both tags and puts them in the cart with the others “wha-“ you cut yourself off “I thought we were only doing 6?” You say running up to Paige to catch up with her since she started pushing the cart in the direction of the clothes “and now we’re doing 7” she says with a cheeky smile that you shake your head fondly at “but I will say we didn’t think this far ahead, this carts not gonna be big enough for 7 kids” Paige continues

You look at her then the cart and before you can say anything she cuts in “you go start getting clothes for either the boys or the girls and I’m gonna go get another cart” she says passing off the cart to you and walking off all before you could say anything

You push the cart to the closest clothes area which happens to be girls and women’s. They all need coats so you grab the correct size and design you think matches each kid and decide to start with the teenagers then work your way to the kid section. Paige comes back with another cart while you’re making your way to the kid section after getting quite a bit of clothes for the 2 girl teenagers. “Is that all the girls or just the teenagers?” Paige asks walking up to you with the cart

“Just the teenagers, I’m making my way to the kid’s section now. Why?” You replied looking up at Paige, she shakes her head and says “nothing, I was just thinking we could split up for the clothes to make this go faster, I can do the boys while your getting the rest of the girls.” You nod “yeah that could work, I’ll come over to you if I get done before you.” Paige nods saying she’ll do the same and then started walking towards the boys and men section while you continue your way to the girls section.

After you and Paige both got a lot of clothes for the kids you both decided to get the other necessities next getting all sorts of soaps, hygiene products, shoes, socks, hats, scarfs, gloves, and ear muffs. “Alright I think we can start with the wish list and like list now” Paige says stopping the cart and looking at the boys wishlist items again, making you do the same “I need to get a basketball & hoop, headphones & either an iPad or iPhone, and a pair of basketball shoes & dunks” Paige reads off

“I need a baby doll & a stuffed animal, art supplies, cds & cd player or vinyls & vinyl player, and dystopian book’s & romance books” you read off “Were kinda all over the store with this one” Paige says chuckling a little making you giggle and nod “Do you wanna split up for this one too? Should we just get everything off their list separately and meet up somewhere?” You ask making Paige look at her lists “yeah probably I think there are only like 3 aisles that we both need stuff from off of all these lists.” Paige starts thinking about how you guys should do this “Alright yeah let’s split up and get everything off the lists and meet up in the candy aisle. If you need me call me.” She continues, you nod agreeing with her telling her to also call if needed.

After around a hour and a half you start making your way to the candy aisle. You got a lot of stuff and some extra things that you think they will really like - for the baby doll you also got accessories and baby furniture, for the Barbie’s you also got the dream house, you got Taylor a vinyl player with all Taylor Swift vinyls + some vinyls of artists you think she’ll like, SOOO many books, and that’s not even all of it, there is still a bunch more of what you got.

Finally making it to the candy aisle you see Paige with her cart just as full as yours “hey babe” you say walking up to her making her look up from her phone “hey princess, you ready to checkout?” You just nod and you guys start making your way to the only area that doesn’t have long lines currently and also surprisingly - self checkout.

You and Paige both go to the only open one, with Paige letting you go first and handing you stuff for you to scan to make it easier.

When it’s time to pay you grab your wallet and get your card ready to pay, then you hear the confirmation ding making you look at Paige - standing with her phone out and grabbing the receipt “seriously? P I was gonna pay, you didn’t have to do that.” You whine out

“I wanted to do it. “ she starts then continues before you could say anything “Just let me spoil you with no complaints PLEASE” she draws the please out making you roll your eyes with a small smile on your face “Technically you’re not spoiling me, your spoiling those girls.” You say smartly making Paige smack her lips together and side eye you while putting your shopping bags in your cart “Ok well technically I’m spoiling both you and those girls because now you still have 3,798 in your bank account and their getting everything on their Christmas lists. It’s a win-win-win situation” she says with a cheeky grin

“Win-win-win situation?” You mumble under your breath “yes a win-win-win situation, what about it?” Paige sasses starting to scan all her stuff, you just shake your head and put your hands up in mock surrender “nothing” Paige just side eyes you again. Once she was done scanning and you guys fought over who payed (she cheated and payed with Apple Pay while she was pushing you back from putting your card in) you and Paige turned the gifts and tags in to where you were supposed to and then exited the store “lunch on me?” Paige suddenly asks while you guys were walking to the car making you side eye her this time.

[carolperkinsexgirlfriend]

can you see the stars in your dreams (and do they have a lot to say about me) - Part 7

Or: a secret Admirer AU

PART 1 || PART 2 || PART 3 || PART 4 || PART 5 || PART 6

Robin’s been keeping her eyes peeled, and things have only gotten weirder.

Chrissy and Steve are still tied at the hip, still holding hands sometimes in the halls, she’s still wearing his letterman jacket any chance she gets. It all screams perfect textbook couple destined to win prom king and queen in a few months and pop out boring babies with glorious hair a few years later.

Except, she’s seen Chrissy leave two more notes in Eddie’s locker, has seen her and Steve pick up random books out of the library and pull envelopes out of them. She’d think the pair were pulling some sort of horrible prank on Eddie, if Chrissy wasn’t so goddamn nice.

And she’s seen Steve staring down the other boy, more caught in Eddie’s pull then even Chrissy is. It’s like he’s trying to melt Eddie’s eyeballs straight out of his skull with the force of his gaze. For his part, Eddie never even seems to notice.

That’s not even mentioning whatever the hell had happened in the cafeteria last week when Eddie had kissed Chrissy’s hand, and then Steve had whisked her away before Jason could start some sort of pissing contest.

Even the band nerds were all atwitter with that development.

And then there’s the other guy: Jeff.

Before this whole cluster of a situation, she hadn’t known Jeff from Adam, but now he’s everywhere. It feels like every other day now he’s climbing into Chrissy’s passenger seat and they’re speeding away, not a Steve Harrington or Eddie Munson in sight.

Or they’re in the library doing the same mail pick-up that Chrissy and Steve do together. Once, Robin had even seen Jeff by her side as she’d dropped a note into Eddie’s locker, which might be the wildest part of the whole situation; Robin had been under the impression that he and Eddie were friends.

There’s some benefits to being invisible: no one notices her.

So, she’s got all these building blocks to the juiciest gossip in Hawkins High for probably decades, but, no matter how she stacks them together, she can’t make them into a picture she understands.

All she knows is this: Steve Harrington is up to something shady.

Robin’s got her eyes open and a mission of the heart. She’ll protect Chrissy with all she has, and if Steve gets caught in the crossfire? That’s fine with her.

*** 

Chrissy’s still all over Harrington. He doesn’t get it, can’t comprehend why someone who leaves him such lovely, lovely notes has stuck herself to that douche’s side.

Eddie doesn’t get it.

Is it the status bump? No, can’t be, even Eddie knows the guy’s fallen a few pegs down the ladder since whatever the hell had happened with Wheeler last year.

Maybe it’s the looks? He’s got that swoopy hair all the girls fawn over, and the features to back it up. But Chrissy’s never struck him as that shallow, no matter how hot the guy is.

Is it the money, the car, the nice clothes? What does Steve Harrington have that Eddie doesn’t?

Is it the way he leans up against lockers, smiling at every girl in his sight like they’re his whole world? The way he tucks a lock of hair behind their ears, eyes smoldering, touch gentle? Steve goddamn Harrington with his jockish good looks and sweeping charms. 

He just—doesn’t get it.

He also doesn’t get why he hasn’t received a note in his locker for a couple days now, not since Eddie’d come up to her table in the cafeteria and kissed her hand.

Her nails had been painted a perfect pink, and when Eddie looked away to stare Harrington down, he’d noticed the guy had nail polish on, too: a bright yellow that would have suited him if it wasn’t chipped to hell.

It was such a small, incongruous detail, but it niggles at Eddie late into the night. It doesn’t fit with who Eddie knows Harrington to be. 

It didn’t fit, and he’s tired of nothing fitting together the way it should, so he’s been avoiding Harrington like the plague.

So, when he catches Chrissy in a rare moment where Steve’s not loitering in her periphery, he approaches again, hands raised like, see here, I’m harmless!

She smiles at him, white teeth damn-near glinting where they peek out from behind her lips. Eddie’s reciting sonnets in his head.

“Miss Cunningham,” he says, bending over at the waist and bowing low as she laughs at him. “Would you give this lowly Dungeon Master the honor, nay the privilege, of accompanying him on his quest this Thursday?”

Chrissy’s head’s tilted to the side like an inquisitive dog as she asks, “in plain English?”

He bounces closer, pleased to have even gotten his foot in the door. “My Dungeons and Dragons club is starting a new campaign tomorrow,” he says. “Want to come play?” When she purses her lips instead of answering, he scrambles to continue. “Or even just watch?”

Chrissy’s lips are still pursed, but she’s nodding slowly, like she’s thinking about saying yes. “That might be fine,” she replies. “Where should I meet you?”

And that’s how he finds himself with Chrissy Cunningham sitting in at the next Hellfire session. Gareth’s awkward because he always is when there’s a pretty girl in his vicinity, but Jeff smiles and chats with her like they’re old friends. Doug doesn’t seem to care one way or another, too focused on getting the newest campaign started to care about an interloper.

It goes off without a hitch, Chrissy’s presence blending into the background. He forgets her entirely until the end of the session when she starts slinging questions at them, and Jeff starts patiently explaining what a modifier is, and how they know which dice to roll as Eddie packs up his supplies. 

He’s got grand ideas about taking Chrissy home, had even cleaned out his van for it, but Chrissy was always destined to pop his ego.

“That was great, Eddie!” Chrissy cuts in, barely waiting for the party to finish celebrating to speak. “But, I’m already late to meet Steve, so I’ve got to go.”

“Uh,” Eddie says, staring at her retreating back, “okay.”

She turns back around right before she’s through the drama room door, still smiling as she calls, “see you guys next week!”

She’s going to see Harrington, the bane of Eddie’s current existence, but she did say it was great. No, she’d said Eddie was great.

Truly a mixed bag.

Eddie takes his time wrangling the boys out of the room and into his van, determined to hold onto the high of Chrissy Cunningham watching him DM—no way would he let Harrington of all people ruin his night.

*** 

She damn-near runs out of the drama room, lie leaving a bitter taste on her tongue—she’s not late to meet Steve, isn’t planning to see him at all.

It’s just, she knows what that gleam in a boy’s eyes means; Eddie was about to do something stupid. Ask her out, or try to flirt, or do something else both embarrassing and heart-crushing for Steve.

So, she’d done what she’s best at in uncomfortable situations: she’d lied.

Now, she’s just gotta get out of the school before anyone can call her on it.

The school’s eerily empty, the fluorescent lights only on in patchy segments, luring all the lingering students into the poorly-lit parking lot where Chrissy’s car waits. She just wants to get into her bed and wait until she can debrief with Steve in the morning.

She’s just twisted the key in the lock and begun pulling it open when a hand reaches past her and slams it closed. Chrissy jumps, fear coiling through her stomach and rapidly churning into anger. She turns, back to her car, ready to curse out Eddie or one of his other club members, but the words die unsaid in her throat.

It’s not Eddie; it’s Jason. His hand’s still slapped onto her door, keeping it closed, and in the dim light of the parking lot, his eyes are almost glowing. She wants to take a step back, but he’s effectively boxed her into the side of her own car.

“Are you serious, Chris?” he asks. The nickname sounds wrong in his mouth, all toxic and chopped up. Not at all like when Steve says it. “You really are hanging out with freaks now?”

“Jason, I—” Chrissy starts, hating the way her voice trembles.

“Are you sleeping with that freak now, too?” he demands, crowding farther into her space. “Harrington was one thing, but Munson?”

He says Eddie’s name like it’s a curse. She’s scared, still, but suddenly she’s furious that she wasted years of her life with this douche, that she’s still wasting time being afraid of him.

“He’s better than you’ll ever be,” she snarls, unsure if she means Steve or Eddie. It doesn’t matter, it’s true for both.

Without wasting another word on the jackass who’s made it his mission in life to make her feel small, Chrissy yanks her door open. It hits him in the face, sending him stumbling to the asphalt with a groan.

Even still, she rushes to slide into her car, ramming the key in and backing out without even checking her blind spots for unsuspecting pedestrians.

Jason’s just making his way back to his feet when she glances into her rear-view mirror before turning out of the parking lot and onto the street.

Her hands shake on the steering wheel making the car jerk about.

She doesn’t go home.

All the lights are on in the Harrington house, and she worries for a second that his parents are home for once before she sees the solitary car in the driveway. She parks behind it, taking the extra minute to line her car up perfectly parallel to it, hoping her hands will stop shaking by the time she’s done.

Steve’s waiting on the stoop by the time she makes it out of her car and up the driveway, hands still shaking with aftershocks of flight or fight. His arms are crossed, and he’s scowling down at her from his casual lean against the closed door.

“Will you come to Hellfire with me next Thursday?” she asks, voice wobbling around the request.

“Was it that bad?” Steve asks, scowl shifting into a teasing smile before she steps into the halo of the porch’s light and he catches sight of the expression on her face. “Are you okay?”

His hands are on her shoulders, warm and grounding against the chill that’s seeped into her skin. She reaches one of her hands up to brush the wetness from beneath her eyes. “Will you come?” she asks again, question firming up and sharpening now that she’s here, safe.

Steve’s hands squeeze, warm, warm, warm. “Course, Chris,” he replies, and she was right—it is better coming from his mouth. “Want to come in?”

She follows him into the house, curling herself up small in the corner of his couch, relieved when he sits close. He doesn’t say anything, doesn’t rush her at all, just waits, patient the way Jason never was.

“You’re a great fake boyfriend, you know,” she says, smiling when he laughs and knocks their shoulders together.

“Well, as your fake boyfriend, do I need to kill Eddie?” he asks, and when she looks up from her knees, his eyes are almost shining with sincerity. “Because I will, you know.”

“I know,” she says, cheeks warming, not because she likes a boy, but because she has a friend, a real one who would pick her even over his crush. “But, Eddie was nice.”

Steve hums, slumping into her further. “So, who am I killing?”

“No one!” Chrissy replies, laughing just a little. Steve’s just like a dog with a bone; she’s always been a dog person. “Or Jason, maybe?”

“What?” Steve barks, all playfulness gone from his voice. “What the hell did he—”

“He didn’t do anything!” she rushes out, making space between their bodies so she can meet his heated gaze. “He just freaked me out.”

“But, he can’t—”

“But, you’re a good friend, and will come to Hellfire next week to keep it from happening again, right?”

Steve groans, slumping back into her and hiding his face in her hair. “You’re the worst,” he grumbles, only continuing when she pinches him hard right beneath his ribs. “But, fine! I’ll go!”

“Thank you,” Chrissy replies, glad she hadn’t gone home to recover alone.

Steve rubs his face against her head like the freak he secretly is. “Anytime.”

They stay there, bathed in the quiet of their shared companionship and the frankly alarming number of lights Steve has lighting up his entire house.

She’s almost dozed off, slumped into his side when Steve asks, “but, like, how was it?”

She laughs, body shaking with delight instead of fear this time as she replies, “Eddie Munson is such a nerd.”

PART 8

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[formylovetodaryldixon]

"Fight or fight." Daryl Dixon Imagine.

The Dixon brothers know there are only two options when faced with a problem: fight or fight, but maybe that lesson isn't such a bad one for Marley when she tries to defend her friend.

A/N: I'm not satisfied with this story but it's 4am in Peru and I didn't want to go to sleep without writing something. I hope you like it♥ (I'm sorry if anything Merle said was offensive, I really tried to think like him but I apologize anyway)

The smell of coffee and maple syrup fills the Dixon home.

There’s a faint scent of cigarettes too, permeating Daryl’s clothes as you pass him in the kitchen, (Something Daryl only did when he was very anxious) him grunting a good morning in response as his hands (experts at holding guns, making arrows, and killing walkers and people) clumsily attempt to make the best lion head pancake: scraps of strawberries for the fur and blueberries for the smiley face. When his mom was around and not drowning in alcohol and substances, she used to make Daryl and Merle these breakfasts, (a caress in the middle of the blows, or a show of peace to cushion the fact that there would be more pain) distant but never blurry stories from their childhood, good stories they could count on their fingers—but there’s something about Daryl’s frown, the way his concentration is about to pass the limit of fixation.

“Why are you so grumpy, huh?” You chuckle, playfully slapping his butt.

“I ain't grumpy.”

“Oh, no? Tell that to your brow. Are you like this because Marley’s leaving again?”

The thought makes Daryl’s heart clench.

“She ain't leavin' me. Ma baby’s goin' to preschool.”

You giggle, but you realize you’ve hit the nail on the head about his irritability because you never said leaving him, even though Daryl saw those 3 hours of classes, with a neighbor in the community who used to be a teacher, as she leaving her home, even though Marley was 5 years old and still had trouble tying her sneakers, which prevented her from running very far. But with breakfast ready, you and Daryl walk to the dining room table where Marley is sitting next to Uncle Merle, who, with his vast experience in street fighting and multiple arrests, shares with his niece some street smarts as he calls it.

“And listen, honey, if any of those uptight pricks try to mess with ya, ya clench yer fist and lean back to get some momentum 'fore ya hit 'em. Always go for the nose, ya hear me, lil' bunny?”

Marley smiles, oblivious to all kind of conflicts, the arguments, and the fights outside the walls because she grew up in a close–knit, loving, non–dysfunctional family—quite the opposite to the men’s previous lives in their house.

“Don’t tell her that, you ass—” You press your lips together, just to avoid the torrent of unfiltered words Merle easily earned. “It’s preschool, not a battlefield.”

Daryl shrugs, elbows on the table and chin on his hands.

“I had ma first fight at 6.”

“Me at 4.” Merle replies, not wasting a second to pick up the thread of the conversation, full of pride. “Marley is a Dixon, sweetheart, so s' only a matter of time 'fore she uses those knuckles. Ain't that right, bunny?”

Merle uses a finger to tickle her, and Marley lets out a giggle. With a mental slap, you ask your child to finish her breakfast, but as the minutes tick by, your daughter’s dormant curiosity awakens with every second, asking you if you ever did that, too.

“I’ve never fought anyone.” You try to defend yourself, to create a safe space for her, but you can’t help but narrow your eyes when they scoff, almost in sync like besties.

“Didn’t yer grandfather teach ya how to punch?” Daryl chuckles, one corner of his lip lifting into a smirk.

“And don’ even get me started on that girl who tried to hit on ma baby brother.” Merle lets out a laugh at the memory, tense seconds after that girl said she could handle you when Daryl told her he was married. “Poor soul. Those sugartits of hers must be rottin’ away now.”

He even makes the sign of the cross over his face, almost convincing you that Merle believes in God, even though Merle only believes in Merle. But the table falls into an almost tactile silence when the baby of the house’s gaze saddens, blue eyes turning cold like her world.

“What do we do when someone is bullying someone, mama? Daddy?”

The promise of physical or mental pain in Marley makes Daryl hold his breath, but when silent gazes meet wondering what to do, he manages to let out the air before speaking.

“Is someone bullyin' ya, angel?”

“S' that damn Chinese kid, isn’t it?” Merle leans in toward her, like he’s trying to get information out of her like the bad cop. "Tell me the truth, honey, Uncle Merle will take care of everythin'."

“Uncle Merle, Hersh is Korean!” Marley frowns in frustration, but she shakes her head to ease all your concerns. “No. Miss Elena teaches us about bullying and that it’s bad for self–esteem.”

An hour later, the sun is shining and fluffy clouds adorn the endless horizon when you open the door as Daryl kneels to tie his daughter's shoelaces at the entrance, and everything is painting in beautiful shades of blue like Marley’s eyes, as bright as the idea that awakens her heart, the promise of living a different life outside of home, learning from books like her mom, and enjoying games with other children her age like her dad and uncle when they were kids. Hershel is 6 and walking down the street, accompanied by Matty, a 5–year–old boy with caramel–colored hair like candy, sweet like his shy personality when he sat reading on his porch with his round–framed glasses, but he's a little gentleman, always saying hello and have a nice day.

“Hey, Auntie (Y/N)!” The eyes of Maggie and Glenn’s son narrow adorably as he smiles, happily taking in your greeting and the way Daryl waves back and nudges Merle to make him swallow his racist comments. “Are you ready, Marley?”

Marley smiles at them and takes a few steps toward the porch stairs, but then, she stops as her mind screams at her to do what she always does before she left home.

“Bye, Mommy, bye, Daddy, bye, Uncle.” She waves, turning on her heels then to head down the stairs.

Daryl watches her go with a heavy heart, her brown hair like his own blowing in the spring wind with her excited walk, almost jumping with every step, her brown capybara backpack following her movements. Colors have no gender, and neither did the clothes you two dressed Marley in, always neutral because she never liked dresses or tiaras for her unruly hair like her father's.

But the moment Matty and Hershel take his daughter’s hand, Daryl and Merle’s scowls become more prominent with the surprise and the overflowing anger that is born within them in a single second.

“What the fuck?” The brothers say, in unison.

“I knew that damn Chinese boy wanted somethin' with ma bunny.” Merle’s words sour his mouth, but he makes the monumental effort not to spit out.

“Hershel is Korean, you fuc— racist.” You grimace in disgust, free to blurt out those words on an empty street.

“Whatever.” He answers, without a drop of regret, his voice deepening with the confidence in his words. “We have to do somethin' 'fore one of those bandits steals our baby, lil' brother, that Chinese boy or the nerd one.”

You exhale, because your body can’t take any more of the stupidity you hear from him.

“Matty is sweet and he’s not a nerd just because he wears glasses. I wore reading glasses too.”

“Yeah, but ya looked cute, he looks stupid.” Merle scoffs, looking back at Daryl. “What are ya sayin', baby brother? Are we makin' it look like an accident or what?”

You want to roll your eyes at all the nonsense you hear, but alarm bells go off with a panicked expression from you, eyes slightly widened in response to Daryl's silence, who, you can see, is seriously considering the idea.

“You two are damaged, really.” You squint, but annoyance makes you shake your head in disbelief. “Although their names do in fact rhyme, Marley, Matty…”

Your laughter dies when Daryl narrows his eyes at you, because the bile by that confusing feeling in the pit of his stomach makes his mouth sour as well.

“Stop it, woman, I’m warnin' ya.”

You chuckle, tilting your head slightly to look at him sarcastically.

“Or what?”

“Or there is no sex for ya tonight.”

He says it so seriously, because he means it, normal words that cause a big laugh in Merle, so open because time had given Daryl the confidence to joke about your intimacy in front of his brother.

You scoff.

“You know what? It would be better if you slept in Marley's bed or with your dear brother tonight.” With your head, you point to the accused present, although Merle frowns in displeasure. “Leave those children alone, you assholes. And now go do something useful with your lives instead of killing Marley’s friends with your eyes. I have to go back to work so please wait for her for lunch. And I beg you, don’t do anything stupid.”

With a tired sigh, because life had rewarded you with 3 children and not just one, (a titanic task of raising them because the older ones were already programmed with wrong ideas) you go to work at the infirmary. But in the company of their primitive thoughts (although not wrong ones unfortunately), their eyes meet and they come to a revelation.

“We are doin it. Hell yeah.” Merle chuckles. “But if yer dear wife finds out, she’s gonna kick yer ugly ass and mine as well. And I ain't even married to that scary woman!”

Daryl wants to say no, but that sixth sense of fatherhood that awakened in him when Marley was born is sending too many signals to his body to ignore.

“Whatever, I’m sleepin' in ma kid's bed anyway whether this goes wrong or not.”

“That’s the attitude, brother!" Merle smiles. "Cause I ain't lettin' ya sleep with me, over ma dead body.”

An hour and a half later, the Dixon brothers are standing to one side of Elena’s house, in the shadows of the wall where the sunlight can't reach, while a small group of children are playing in the makeshift playground in the backyard. Marley runs around the place like a free soul, laughing in a world rising from the ashes. She loved to walk barefoot in the dirt outside Alexandria’s walls, exploring and discovering with her body what Mother Nature still had to offer.

But the picture in from of them darkens when a boy Marley’s size that Daryl recognizes well, (a ghost of the typical bully Merle used to be), pushes Matty to the ground to take away the toys he was sharing with his daughter.

Beside him, Merle laughs watching the scene.

“The lil’ prick can’t even protect himself.”

Daryl's choice is to intervene now or see the altercation unfold, but his fatherly instincts kick in hard when Marley steps in front of the boy to protect Matty, earning a shove to her fragile body that the green grass receives. As if the world were painted red, as if his little girl's life were in mortal danger, Daryl runs to defend Marley, but he stops short (Merle's body crashing into his) when Marley stands up alone cleaning her small hands on her brown pants, only to push the boy as well with a force that is more than physical, the adrenaline that shoots through and makes her stronger than her short 5 years.

“Eat dirt, asshole!” Above his body now, Marley pushes one side of his face with her hands towards the ground.

It’s crazy to Daryl, crazier than thinking the dead came back to life when he grabs his daughter by the waist to remove her from the boy, away from the confusion and blurry vision, though her eyes remain fixed on her target—I guess the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, Daryl thinks proudly.

But on the way back home, it’s still absurd to Daryl that he heard his little baby girl say a bad word after having protected her innocence from anything offensive.

“Marley…” Daryl looks down to meet his daughter’s curious eyes, blue ones that are as deep as her feelings at her young age. “Who taught ya to say asshole, sweetheart?”

Now that the word is free in the wind, Daryl didn’t see why he should not say it, or avoiding. But holding Uncle Merle’s hand, Marley’s innocence leads her to look at the eldest Dixon brother, only to then look at her daddy with a shrug, saying silently: I don't know.

“Ha! That's ma lil’ bunny.” Merle smiles, proud.

But when the men see you sitting on the couch on the porch of the house, Daryl looks down again.

“Good news, angel, daddy's sleepin' in yer room tonight.”

Oblivious to reality, Marley smiles.

@fluffy-dixon

[madamechrissy]

♡ Time after Time ♡

♡ ♡ Pairings ♡ ♡ CEO! Satoru Gojo x Fem Reader

♡ ♡ Warnings ♡ ♡ MDNI- First time blow jobs, cumming, dirty talk, jealousy (Gojo is kinda sweet now yay lol)

♡ ♡ Word Count ♡ ♡ 7.6k

♡ ♡ Summary ♡ ♡ Gojo Satoru is your boss And you've been his head assistant for over two years now. You do everything for him, including and not limited to cleaning his messes, picking out his clothes, and writing his speeches. Sixteen hour days... night calls... You are tired of being overworked and at his beck and call. You decide you are going to put in your two weeks notice. He is shocked, and wants to try to keep you, because you're the best. But you know better. Right? . You really wanna fucking quit. You also wanna fuck him. Also, fuck him.

A/N (has 'two weeks notice' vibes a bit! No use of y/n.)

Chapter 5 - Masterlist - Playlist

Chapter 6

You tap your pen on the table, nibbling your lower lip and staring at the presentation you have just put together a couple of days later. Though not your ‘kink’ perhaps, it was immensely satisfying to do them, you had to admit. You clicked through each slide, making sure they all matched up just so, going over things for the tenth time in your head.

It was damn good.

You errantly pop your knuckles, starting to finish up, and then uploading it to your little thumb drive to show him. You peek over and see Gojo in his office, and of course Miwa is there, gushing over him. He kept a distance, you notice errantly, his hands were in his jean pockets, as it was your office’s casual day. Even you wore some jeans and a black tee shirt today.

Miwa came bouncing out, running over to you with a smile. “Mr. Gojo is ready to see you when you’re finished!”

“I actually just got done. Perfect.” You start to pack up some things since there are only a few minutes left, the office is already nearly empty since five o clock had just passed. “You should head home, Miwa.”

“I will see you later right?”

“I’ll be there!” She grinned and then headed out, leaving you relatively alone in the giant offices with Gojo. You caught his icy blue gaze, bringing your little flash over as you walked in his office. “All done, Sir.”

“Cut it a little close, hmm? Did you just wanna be alone with me.” He shot you a wink, and you rolled your eyes.

“It needed to be perfect.” You walk over to his computer, popping the drive in and loading the presentation.

“You smell really good.” He murmured, suddenly right behind you, and you let out a little gasp of surprise as he inhaled your scent.

“You scared me, shit.”

“Are you wearing that love potion shit?”

You chuckle at that. “Love Spell, yes.”

He sighed. “It’s something that reminds me of hot girls in high school.” He mused, playing with your hair errantly.

“That’s so random. Pay attention.” You lean over and press to start the presentation on his large curved monitor. His hand was against your waist, and you smack at it. “Gojo!”

“Assistant.” His voice tickles your ear. You feel desire just from that, and you hate him for what he does to your body.

“If someone comes back in…”

“Who cares. I’m Gojo Satoru.”

“You’re annoying is what you are.”

“You should wear this all the time.” He was sniffing you again, and you trembled in his hold, struggling to keep your composure. You feel yourself losing hold on your surroundings as his hand slides to your curved hip now.

“I should wear something that repels you. Like mosquito spray. Should see if it works for Gojos.”

He chuckled at that. “You’re going to try to avoid me with citronella? What am I a vampire that you need garlic for?”

“Yep, that. With those sharp fucking teeth. I- mnh.” He bit your neck then, and you trembled, pain and pleasure intermingling. He had nibbled before, but he had not just bit you with those damn sharp fangs of his… his…

“Hurt, brat?” He demanded, with that silken voice, and the cool air of the vents above you two shocked the hot and wet spot he had just devoured, making you shiver. “Ohh… you liked it, didn’t you baby girl?”

“N-no.” He bit you again, the same spot, doing more damage. Your hands clenched against the arm that held you, crying out and shivering, leaning so that he had more access. You were a terrible liar.

“No?” He licked the spot he had hurt, and it stung. All of it was shooting down to your pussy, as if it responded to Gojo ridiculously, he seemed to just talk straight to her and not your brain.

“Fuck… yes I like it. A lot.” Your ass arches back against his hard body, unwillingly.

“Good girl, telling the truth for once.” He whispered, kissing your cheek.

“I can't focus… Can we put a pin in this?”

“So fucking businessy ugh.” He brushed his fingertips along the skin he’d just bit, making you shiver.

“I need to know if you like it.” He sighed and pulled away finally, watching the slides for a few moments.

“It’s perfect like usual. Why even show me?” He rolled his eyes behind his shades and stuck his tongue out in the goofiest expression. You cross your arms, tapping your foot.

“It's literally my job to do that, well part of my job. You think it's good?”

“Of course it is. Not like you've ever given me anything not perfect. Can I just inhale that scent again?”

You chuckle, gently pulling out the thumb drive, turning to face him. “Sure, go ahead.”

Gojo moaned softly, and sniffed your neck, sighing happily, then he kissed you, and you pressed against his hard body, little tingles shooting from his lips like nothing you could describe. Yesterday you had not done anything and it had taken so much out of you it was embarrassing. He seemed to know every ounce of you, every sensitive place… how to touch and how much pressure…

Your lips were bold as he leaned you against his desk. You paused for a breath, shaking your head. “We have the work get-together. I need to get ready. If we keep going we won’t show up.”

“Fuck, I forgot.” He let you go, eyes raking down your body. “Want me to buy you an outfit for tonight?”

“You can't just keep buying me clothes, Satoru.”

He scowled. “Why the fuck not. I'm rich as fuck.”

“I…” You trail off with a breathy laugh.. “I have clothes I can wear, you don’t have to get me anything.”

“Mmm, probably some Nun clothes.”

“Bullshit. I have cute clothes! I'll bring citronella and garlic tonight..” You pulled away with a smirk.

“No. Wear this. You like me all over you, anyway..” He caressed your neck with his long fingers.

“Ugh.” You couldn't deny the obvious. But you wouldn't admit it.

“So… you gonna let me buy you drinks if not an outfit?”

“Um, you want to?” He nodded. “Isn't it kinda date-ish then?”

“Would that be so bad?” You had to admit the thought didn't bother you as it once would have.

“No… Not bad.” His brows raised at you.

“The orgasms I give you are so good you're starting to be nice to me. Holy fuck.” You smacked his chest. He laughed.

“Dick.”

“You love it.”

“Do not. ”

He started laughing at you then. “Well, let's get ready. I'm expecting something slutty.” Gojo led you to your desk. You snatched up your purse.

“It's a work thing, I'm not going all slutty.”

“You don't have any sense of fun.” He frowned as you two stepped into the elevator. He pushed a ton of the buttons, like a child wanting to light them up, and you scowled as he deviously looked at you.

“The fuck, Gojo! We'll be here forever ugh!” He laughed maniacally, pressing you into the wall. “You're such a dumbass.”

“A dumbass you wanna fuck.” He kissed you again, and you stopped on each empty floor. You cursed internally, smirking up at him. “Fuck me please Satoru. I can take that dick.”

You were bright red as he mocked you from the other day. “I can't stand you.” You shoved at him, then. He grabbed your leg, wrapping it around his hip, pressing so intimately it made you gasp.

“You know you're the only woman I have ever had to try for?” His other hand was on your face. You froze, blinking up at him.

Why had that not occurred to you before?

Why did that feel good to hear?

“Why try? You have girls in line to suck your dick.” He grinned, glint in his eyes. Another floor dinged. This would take forever.

“Yet I would rather eat you out, then have them suck me off.” You sighed when he grinded his hard cock against you in his jeans, denim on denim, friction making you ache.

“What about me sucking you off I wonder…” He stared down at you in shock, and your shock mirrored his. Did you say that out loud?

Another floor. Jesus let no one be there still.

“Shit. You want to?” He asked, softer. You bit your lower lip, arching your hips up and enjoying how his full lips parted.

You give a little nod. “I haven't before, though, so I might suck at it.”

His smile returned, devilish, and he pecked a little kiss on the tip of your nose.. “You want daddy Gojo to show you how hmm?”

“Daddy Gojo? The fuck.” You shook your head at him. “You’re too much.”

“My dick is.”

“Stuff it. Just kiss me again.” He traces the contours of your lips with his tongue before sliding in your mouth against yours in a push and pull, you took the lead, then he did, like a waltz.

Another floor.

Gojo was great at waltzing.

“Should I make you beg to suck my dick with that pretty mouth, little brat?” His whisper made you wetter.

You grabbed him by the collar of his expensive ass white shirt, then. “I should make you beg.”

“Is this a challenge? Because I'll win.” You snorted at him, kissing him again, and he drank your sighs of pleasure. “You fucking love kissing me. Don't you, brat.”

You loved it more than anything. That scared the living shit out of you. “You are a good kisser.”

“The best?” You flushed, feeling your cheeks heat up. “Say it.”

“You love to make me say shit, don't you.”

Another floor.

“I love watching you unravel for me.” He whispered, before his tongue slid back in between your lips. You moan, just enjoying how he fucking felt, how good you felt in his arms. Fuck.

One more floor.

“My little nun is always so hot here.”

He pressed himself against your aching cunt, hard. You cried out, clinging to him. Gojo eases off you then, putting his hand at the small of your back as you finally get to the first floor. You try to adjust your hair, your shirt, flustered and overwhelmed, stepping out of the elevator. Gojo was too much.

“Wear something black tonight. It looks good on you.” He eyed you, and you almost got lost in them.

“I'll wear bright orange, then.” Gojo laughed, rubbing your waist with familiarity as you stepped out of the doors of the office.

“Bitch.” He blew you a mocking kiss as he walked off, all long and lanky like some fucking model on a runway. You found it fucking endearing.

Shit… you really like him. 

What would that even mean… what could even come from it? Anything at all? He was Gojo… you were…

You were gonna wear black.

***

You walk into the little pub, and the vibrant atmosphere of the lively pub immediately envelops you. The warm golden lights that cast a soft glow on the people gathered, creating an intimate cozy little ambiance. The chatter of lively conversations, punctuated by the occasional burst of laughter and even some shouts as people watched the game fills the room was a cacophony mixing with the music playing.

It’s super busy in there, so your eyes search for your group as you smooth down your little black pleated skirt. You see them then, Shoko, Suguru, Nanami, even Kiyotaka who looked just stressed and out of place you mused. Sukuna was there with them all as well, decked in a suit, unlike the rest of the casual group, all sitting around a big wooden table.

You don’t see Gojo until your eyes hit the polished wooden bar, then you see Miwa and Gojo sitting next to each other.

You pause, and notice the pretty bartender flirting with Gojo as Miwa just gushed, sipping on a little red drink. You were curious if she was even old enough, but you then remember Japan has a different drinking age. As you navigate through the crowd, you see Sukuna and Suguru are about to play darts.

Sukuna calls out your name and waves, so you head to them with a bright smile. “Ooh, remind me to have us go out more often if you’re dressing like that.” Sukuna drawled, eyes shooting straight to the little corset top you wore and the ample cleavage that showed. You flushed.

“Sukuna, you’re such a pervert. No way to talk to a lady.” Suguru took your hand and winked at you, making you do a spin. “Gorgeous.”

“Thank you, Suguru. And I guess thanks, Sukuna?” You huffed, and he laughed, hand on your back.

“Play darts with me?” He asked, and you grinned.

“Oh I’ll stomp your ass.”

“Oh really?” His smile was cocky, everything about Sukuna was cocky though, even more than Gojo if that was possible. Next to the calm Suguru they were like night and day.

“Mhmm. Need a drink first though.” Sukuna gestured to the little table full with a bucket of beer. “No, like liquor.”

“Oh shit, she’s really come to the party.” Shoko came up to you all then, as did Nanami, who shot you a little half smile.

“Hey guys!” You gave Shoko a little hug.

“You came out! I’m glad Miwa got hired, now you can actually breathe a little.” Shoko said, and you wanted to feel grateful. But then…

“Gojo just didn’t want her to leave.” Nanami said, and Sukuna’s brows raised.

“I could have stolen you away, goddammit. I lost my chance.” He frowned, wrapping a big arm around you. You snorted.

“You’d probably work me harder.”

“Oh I’d work you all right.” He shot you a wicked wink. Everyone yelled at him, yanking him off you. “Fine, fine. Let me get the lady a drink would you all? I’ll be a gentleman.”

“Yeah right, I’ll grab her one.” Suguru took you by the hand, and you laughed as Sukuna frowned like a kid who’d lost a toy.

“My hero.” You teased, batting your eyelashes up at him.

“I got you, no worries.” He held out two fingers, waiting for the bartender to stop flirting with Gojo. “Fucking Gojo, can’t take him anywhere.”

“I know.” You rolled your eyes, but Suguru studied you seriously.

“You like him, don’t you?”

“What? No! I… mean… no?” You chewed your lip, leaning against the bar, sighing then. “Why would you say that, Suguru?”

“I can see by your reaction that it's past liking.” He tilted his head, long hair falling just over his shoulder.

“It’s complicated.” You sigh, trying not to look at Gojo or Miwa.

“Well, he certainly likes you. A lot.” The bartender came, and he ordered you your favorite cocktail.

“What? No. You see him.”

“He’s liked you for a long time. But like a child yanking on a classmate’s hair, he was mean to you. He’s kinda stupid when it comes to that shit.” He rolled his eyes, and you felt a gaze from behind you, intense. You stiffened. “And he’s staring. Hmm.”

“Is he now?” You tried to act unbothered, waving a hand errantly. Suguru Geto saw right through you.

“I’ve known him since middle school. He is one of my best friends… but he really can be just a dick. But yeah, he was pretty worried you’d leave. Not to say that isn’t mostly because you’re the best, but something else is ticking in the empty little head of his.” He tapped his temple.

“Am I so obvious?”

“You aren’t, I am just good at reading people. Just be careful, yeah? I love Gojo but I wouldn’t want you to be hurt by him either.”

“I don’t intend to like… date him? I don’t think… does he date really or just fuck? Also I don’t think I’m really his type?”

“His type is not his type. Not really. He’s a confusing little shit. He would get serious with a good whack if you need me too." You snorted, peeking behind your shoulder. Another bartender was flirting with him.

“He really is a little shit.” You giggle, sipping your drink. “Are you playing darts too?”

“Ooh yes, let’s do it. Let’s team up on Sukuna.” He chuckled and you two went back over to where the group was. Nanami and Shoko had a deck of cards out, playing a drinking game, and Shoko sure could take shots. She was beating the crap out of him.

You went over to the dartboard as Gojo and Miwa made their way back. Miwa ran over to you, gushing.

“Oh my gosh you look so hot!” She cooed, complimenting your look. You smiled with a thank you and complimented her little outfit as well, a little mini skirt and a cute blouse with a tie.

“You look super pretty, Miwa!”

Gojo stared at you as you spoke, eyes raking you in, and he came up to you and surprised you by kissing your cheek softly, giving you a little one armed hug around the waist, bringing you against his hard chest. You inhaled his cologne as it mixed with his natural scent, woodsy and bright. You tried not to sniff him. Your colleagues were a little more quiet, watching you two.

“You look hot as fuck.” He said, and you laughed a bit, softly. Gojo’s compliments were always giving you whiplash. He pulled back to look down at you, and it was like it was just you two, and you hated that.

“Thank you.” You looked up at him, taking in his black dress shirt and slacks, and he looked good as fuck. Like a million bucks, as always. “You look good too.”

“Of course I do.” He shot a wink at you, and your eyes rolled.

“Team up with us.” Suguru Geto smacked Gojo hard in the back of his shoulder blades, winking over to you as well. He had some plan, you were sure.

“Who’s playing?” Gojo didn’t have on his sunglasses, and those goddamn eyes made it hard to focus as he stared right at you, intensely.

“You could wait and play with Miwa. It’s me, Suguru and Sukuna.” Your words were dripping with sarcasm. He scowled at you. Suguru chuckled.

“Oh no… I don’t play darts. I will go play some cards!” Miwa shot you all a little wave and bounced over to where Shoko was still annihilating Nanami.

“Who’s on which team then?” Sukuna asked, wrapping an arm around Gojo, who had his hands in his pockets.

“I’ll team up with Suguru.” You piped in, and Gojo’s pretty blue eyes narrowed, while Suguru smirked.

“I’d love to team up and stomp their asses.”

“Oh no… I must play against Gojo. You’re with me.” Sukuna yanked your arm, pulling you to him.

“Then let me and her team up. We will stomp your asses.” Gojo winked, and yanked you to him.

“Am I some fucking doll or something?” You rolled your eyes, and Sukuna and Suguru laughed. Gojo just studied you, grip tight on your arm. “I wanted to play with Suguru.”

“Oooh, dirty.” Sukuna winked, and you flushed.

“Oh god… not like that!”

“You’ll be fine without your bestie.” Gojo huffed, and you and Suguru frowned, making Gojo sigh and shake his head, Sukuna just grinning like the whole Devil. Gojo led you over to the bucket with all the darts, peeking down into it with you. “What color, Princess?”

Fuck you liked those pet names. Your mind went awry for a minute, as you pressed against him, leaning forward, just a brush of his hard body against you making you both tense a bit. “Hmm. Black for me.”

He snatched up some for you, blue darts for himself. “I like the outfit.”

His voice was husky against your ear as he bent over you to snatch them all up. You felt your body overheat. “Thank you. Told you I have cute outfits.”

“That corset… it’s doing things.” He put a firm hand on your waist, and it burned through the layer of the corset then, branding you for him.

“Good things?” You teased, smirking up at him. His face was oddly serious, his grip a little tighter as his eyes raked in your breasts, pushed up high in the outfit. Your mind is wild with memories of him biting your nipple, grabbing them…

Fuck.

“Very good things.” He answered, and you had forgotten the question. “The skirt is also doing things.”

“Is it? It’s not even short.” You mused, for it was well past mid thigh. He errantly slid a hand up your thigh a bit, making you bite your lip hard, lest an embarrassing cry escape your lips.

“Makes me wanna sit you up on a sink in the bathroom and make you come on my face.” It was a whisper, and it made you shiver, desire shooting hot through your body. “You’re so goody goody you’d never.”

“I… you… shit.” You grumbled, and he laughed, taunting you. “I am not a goody goody. You’re just a whole ass deviant.”

“Maybe I am.” You all got waved over, and Gojo didn’t take his hand off as you walked back. You noticed eyes on you both. “How good are you at darts, little brat?” He asked softly.

“I’m great. I have your picture at home and I aim for your forehead.” You said with a wink. He scowled, and Sukuna and Suguru burst out laughing.

“I have one too.” Sukuna wiggled his brows.

“You’re a dick. And you’re a bitch.” He let go of you then, and you grinned.

“Let’s do it.”

As you teamed up with Gojo, taking turns, you all surprisingly made a great team. Gojo’s precision was next level, and you came in clutch with your bullseyes. With every dart thrown, the tension escalated between the teams, and soon nearly everyone around you was invested in the game.

You and Gojo worked together seamlessly, your movements synchronized as you aimed for the bullseye and the triple twenties. Sukuna and Geto fought back with equal ferocity, their darts whistling through the air.

It was fucking fun.

You took a sip of your drink and wiped the sweat off your brow, as the end was approaching. “Holy fuck this is a whole battle.”

Gojo chuckled, taking your now empty drink. “It really is. Let’s grab you a drink. I was supposed to buy you one you know.”

“I think you were buying Miwa one when I got here.” You brought it up casually, and you two excused yourselves, leaving the two men to grab their own beers and take a breather.

“Such a jealous little bitch.” He gripped you hard, as you all stood over at the bar, and Gojo raised long fingers of the hand that didn’t have you in a vise.

“I’m not at all. It’s a fact. Suguru got me one.” You smiled sweetly, batting your eyelashes, pressed against him.

“You just really like to make me fucking mad.” He said through his teeth. You shook your head but you kind of did enjoy it, you had to admit, hiding your smirk as the bartender came, ignoring you completely and simping for Gojo. “Give me a pink pussy for the lady.”

“A what?” You asked curiously.

He grinned, and the bartender frowned, looking at you, assessing you as if you were now her enemy. Gojo sat you up into the tall bar stool, bending down a bit, leaning his elbows on the bar. “She didn’t like you.”

“Because she wants your dick.”

“Who doesn’t? And don’t say you. You want it most of all.” The little pink drink came, and Gojo smiled charmingly at the pouty bartender, handing it to you with a straw. “She didn’t scowl at Miwa, they got along actually. You’re intimidating.”

“I’m five foot nothing, Gojo. I’m not a model or anything to be worried about.” You take a sip of your cocktail, the sweet and tangy flavors dancing on your tongue. “Oh fuck, that’s yummy.”

“See? Gotta trust me. And you don’t see yourself like others do. Like I do.”

“I know, I know, you think that I would tie you up and powerpoint you to death.” You nudged him a bit, and he was between your thighs, making you suck in your breath, horny as fuck in the dark bar.

“I’d let you.”

“You’re really… on me. In front of everyone.”

“Ah, embarrassed? Shy?”

“I just don’t want to give the wrong idea.”

“What’s that?”

“That we’re more than just… I don’t fucking know. What even are we, Satoru? Makeout work buddies?” Your brows knitted together. Your head hurts just thinking of it. You had no answers.

“You always need to define shit. You’re so fucking uptight. I should loosen you up some more.” And then his hand was under your skirt, and your eyes met, yours wide, his lidded. His thumb found your clit with disturbing quickness, and he raised his brows as he felt around. No one could see the action, he was slick, but you felt…

God you felt a lot.

“Are these…” He played with the material, and red tinted his cheeks, leaning further towards you.

“Shut up.” You were as red as a tomato. His grin was triumphant.

“Aw, you’re such a good girl, wearing crotchless panties just for me. ” He whispered viciously, you shook your head, begging your pussy to not get stupid wet around him. It didn’t listen. “What, for someone else?”

“Maybe.” He scowled, then, and snapped the elastic hard, making you wince as it smacked the side of your lips. “Ow! Dick!” You hissed quietly.

“Admit they’re for me.” He crooned the words, and you scowled back at him.

“Maybe I just wear them for no good reason.”

“You sure the fuck do not. You wear boy shorts.”

“How the fuck? Pervert.”

“Say it.”

You shoved at him, and he snapped the elastic on the other side, you had to grind your teeth against the pain. “Yes. For you. Ugh.”

He grinned like he’d won the damn lottery. “Oh my, such a dirty nun you have become. What will the church say?”

You couldn’t stop your little laugh, and his hand slid down your thigh, leaving little trails of goosebumps wherever he touched. “You’re so annoying, Satoru.”

“You love it. And no, I wasn’t trying to fuck Miwa, by the way. I was just buying her a drink and talking.”

“I wouldn’t care.” You lied. You hated how much you cared. “It’s your life, I don’t claim to have some say in it.”

He frowned. “Maybe you should show how you really feel. But you’re too afraid to say it.”

“I…” You sighed. “Yeah, I am.”

“Afraid of feeling things?” He asked softly, his demeanor just a little different for the moment, more serious. You sighed.

“Yeah, I am. Feeling things I shouldn’t.”

“What, wanting to suck me off got you crying ?” You blinked back emotion, gulping, looking down. “Look, I’m kidding-”

“The experiences I had… it was like a couple times and it was like I was pressured? So I kind of told myself I just wouldn’t do that until I actually got with someone I cared about. And well… now I’ve got your hand under my skirt and it’s really fucking confusing.” You hated how it all spilled out. Gojo was silent, and you sipped your drink with a shaky breath. “Go ahead and laugh.”

“So sex is special to you now, because before it wasn’t, and you regret it.” You blinked a bit in surprise.

“Yeah, that summed it up quickly. Shit.”

“You talk too much. So you’re confused, you want me but without some weird feelings or something?”

“No. Feelings will come for me on my end, and then… then it’ll be weird? Especially if I leave.”

“You aren’t going anywhere.” His hand slid down to your knee, grasping it firmly. “So you have feelings for me and you’re all scared like a little chicken shit. Aw that’s kind of cute!”

“I didn’t say I did! Yet. I… I just don’t know. And it’s not like it would be returned on your end. I know how you are.”

“You don’t know shit. You’re dumb as fuck for how smart you seem.” He yanked you down, making him so much taller than you again, towering over you, intimidating and tantalizing you at the same time. “Why don’t you take things as they go rather than getting in that head of yours?”

“Shit.” You sighed. The alcohol started to hit a bit, making this enigmatic handsome fucking man make a lot of sense. Your body felt warm, tingly. “Let’s just go play.”

He rolled his eyes at your non answer, and took you by the hand back to the little dart game you all were playing. As the final round approached, you could feel your heart pounding in your chest, from the game somewhat but moreso from Gojo’s words. The weight of the words you spoke pressed down upon you, but you refused to let it fuck your game.

You met Gojo's gaze as you had the final shot, his eyes conveying something serious but also his smile was playful. With a deep breath, you hurled your final dart towards the board. It landed squarely in the bullseye, securing you and Gojo’s victory. You turned to face Gojo, your eyes sparkling. He snatched you up in the air and spun you.

“That’s my girl!” He stood you back down in front of him, and you giggled, turning to face Sukuna and Suguru. Sukuna was furious, Suguru had a smile playing on his lips as he watched you both.

“Fuck you both.” Sukuna flipped you two off, sulking, and you all laughed around him. You ended up at the table with everyone, and you just honestly had fun. Fun . For the first time in a while, there was a little thrill as you and Gojo sat together, his arm casually around the back of your chair.

“Did you drive here?” Gojo asked you after some time. You shook your head.

“I took a ride since I knew I’d be drinking.”

“I’ll have Kiyotaka drive us. Anyone else need a ride?”

“Not with you two. You’re just like a married couple bickering.” Sukuna grumbled. You sputtered, and Shoko and Nanami raised brows at you both. Gojo leaned back in his chair with a laugh.

“We don’t bicker! We… well shit.” You sighed in defeat.

“She’s secretly in love with me. Don’t embarrass her.” Gojo said, and you smacked at his shoulder.

“You wish.” You all continued on until everyone started to get ready to go, hugging and saying goodbyes to each other. Gojo took you by the hand, and you all went to the car Kiyotaka had already started.

“Food?” He asked simply. You leaned back in the car a bit, humming to yourself, feeling light and airy, your head just a little fuzzy.

“Hmm. Maybe. I didn’t eat much today.”

“You smell good enough to eat.” He teased, and before you knew it, you were on him, straddling his lap indecently in the back of the car, as Kiyotaka drove on. His hands were on your waist, and you were grinding on him, fucking obscene, you didn’t care. You had no barrier but Gojo’s own pants. He hissed, halting you. “Fuck.”

“S-sorry. Carried away.” You pause, burying your face  in his neck. “Gojo… can I ask you something?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Do you like me?”

He broke into a laugh, and you buried your head further, his arms around you, chest shaking with laughter. “Do I like you?” You nod, not facing him. “Yes, I fucking like you, silly girl.”

“Not just my super wet pussy?” He laughed harder, yanking you back so you could face him. Your eyes were unable to look into those blue depths, so you just looked at his glossy lips.

“That’s definitely a bonus. Not gonna lie. What, you think I do this…” He kissed you then. “And don’t like you?”

“You don’t like everyone you fuck. Do you?”

“Fucking is just fucking sometimes. Sometimes it’s more.”

“We haven’t… so you… do you…”

“Having trouble using words?” You sigh, nodding. “This isn’t like you. Usually you won’t shut the fuck up.”

“I know.” Your head went buried in your hands now. You didn’t wanna ask it, and you didn’t wanna care.

“I’m not fucking anyone currently, if that’s your concern.” He stated it plain and clear, but you were mortified. “Thought you didn’t care, hmm?”

“It’s not something I need from you. If we… if we fuck or whatever this situation becomes, as long as you’re careful, I don’t expect you to just not fuck others. You’re Gojo Satoru. They’re everywhere. And I know that.”

He paused, sighing, gently pulling your hands down. “I don’t wanna fuck anyone but you right now. So I haven’t. I’m not dying from no pussy for a week, I promise I’ll survive fine.” He smiled, a little sad, caressing your face.

“You haven’t?”

“You seem shocked. No, I'm pretty occupied with you. You’re so annoying, that’s what it is.” You smiled a little tremulously. “There, that’s better. Why don’t we get some food for you and sober you up, hmm?”

“Yeah. Thank you.” You burrowed back into his neck. “You’re comfy.”

He chuckled. “Am I?”

“Mmhmm. And you’re actually really thoughtful.”

“Shh, keep that to yourself. Don’t ruin my reputation.”

You two end up snatching up food through the drive-through. You make it to your home pretty quickly. “Do you… wanna come up?”

He blinked, eyeing you up and down. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. To eat?”

“Yeah… you gonna make Kiyotaka drive all night though or do you wanna let me sleep there?”

You flushed. “I can let you crash. You can wear my pink pajamas.”

“I’ll look so beautiful.” He fluttered those long silvery lashes. You giggled, and got out of the car, waiting for him to tell Kiyotaka. He sped off. “He’s happy.”

“You work him too hard. Come on.” You two trudge up to your apartment, and you flick on the lights. “Let’s drink water too.”

“That’s a good idea.” You bend over and grab the water bottles, and turn to find Gojo’s body bent over, head tilted. You flush. “I am gonna be really fucking mad if you bent over like that at the damn bar.”

“I didn’t.” You tremble a bit as you hand him the water, snatching up the food and heading to the couch.

“Good because I just saw pussy and all.”

“Did not!”

“Did so.”

“Hush.” You hand him the fries and burger he’d ordered, popping on music. You nibbled on the fries, moaning. “Yum!”

“You listen to this?” He asked softly. You giggled.

“Mmhmm. Even before I moved here I listened to a lot of Japanese pop. This is from my favorite Anime.”

“Ah, the guy all over your room?”

“Mmhmm. He’s a whole sorcerer. He’s my anime husband.” You nibble some more and he just watches you, amused.

“I’m jealous.”

“He’s fictional. It’s okay.” You pat his shoulder with a giggle.

“You know… I think we’re kinda on like our third date.”

“We haven’t been on one yet!”

“What do you call this?”

“Not a real one.”

“Okay, brat, then I will ask you for a real one. My boat isn’t big enough, hmm?” You snorted, but your heart fluttered. A date… a real one… with Gojo?

“Your boat is awesome. Okay, I’ll go on a date with you. Let me guess, that award ceremony?”

“No, but I still want you to come to it. How about tomorrow? Real date. And then you can come to my house and help me work on my speech?”

“Business and pleasure.” You winked, popping another fry into your mouth. He grinned.

“You’re getting it.”

“I’ll go.”

“Yeah?” You nod. “Knew it. How could you turn me down?”

“On second thought…” He scowled at your laughter. “No, no, I will go. It sounds fun even.”

“I’m always a good time.” He kissed you, softly. You sighed, easing away.

“Let’s see what clothes I can find you.”

“Can I shower too?” Gojo in your shower? Jesus fuck…

“Of course. I have one.” He smirked. “That was so dumb…” You smack yourself on the head. “Who doesn’t? I mean yes you can. Oh! I remember I have your clothes. You can just put those on to sleep.”

“See, I already have clothes in your apartment.” He backed you into the wall with shocking speed. “Soon I’ll have my own drawer.”

“You’re ridiculous.” You shove at him. He kisses you, slowly, softly, and you tiptoe, your arms reaching around his shoulders, saying fuck anything and everything. His kisses consume you.

“Shower with me.” He whispered, and you felt yourself falling further and further, into a confusing horny mess. “I’m so good at washing hair. Want me to wash yours? You’ll love it.”

“That sounds nice.” Your face was buried in his chest.

“My little nun is all shy tonight.”

“Not a nun…” You turn and step into your bathroom, which you don’t think Gojo has seen yet. It was decked out in pink marble everything, and your shower was actually big and nice, pretty white tile that was a bitch to keep clean and a waterfall shower head, something you splurged on. You started turning the water until it was hot enough. “How hot do you like it?”

“Scalding.”

“Same.” You giggle, and then put two fluffy towels on the wrack. He smirked. “Yeah they’re pink too.”

“I look great in pink. I won’t complain.” He started undressing, shutting the door behind him, and you did the same, turning. He stopped you as you went to take off the panties, hands on your hips. “Fuck those are hot. Allow me.”

Gojo kneeled behind you, sliding your panties down your thighs, and your legs trembled when he kissed the ass that was bare to him, the same spot he’d smacked the shit out of the other day. He eased back up, and you walked in the shower, letting the hot spray start to hit you, he followed, and you looked at him, his beautiful body, always hiding in long sleeve suits.

“You’re gorgeous.” You murmured, hands trailing down his abdomen, seeing his full hardness you had not even gotten to hardly touch. He was huge, thick, veins wrapping around his cock, so long you doubted you actually could take him. Gojo shut the glass of the shower, coming against you under the waterfall that was pouring down on you both.

“I am gorgeous.” He chuckled at you, wiggling his brows. He started peeking at your toiletries, snatching shampoo up. “You’re beautiful.” His hand gently traced the curve of your body, like an artist with a brush. “Come here, you’ll like it.”

You let him lather your hair up, slowly, massaging your scalp, and it did feel good, so fucking good. “Ugh I needed this.”

“You need a good massage too. You’re a tense bitch.”

“Fuck off.” You whisper it though, leaning back as he uses the pull down head to spray the suds out.

“I like it, it makes that pussy extra tight.”

“Shut up, Gojo.”

Your words are just sighs. He slicks some conditioner in your hair, piling it up on your head. You peek up at him and switch spots. Now he’s fully under the spray. The droplets hit his hard body and fall in little rivulets. You’re feeling bold. You slide a hand against him, and his abdominals tighten. He doesn’t stop you  from gently stroking his cock this time, he just eases his back against the tile wall, watching.

You do know how to do this properly, you think, and you twist gently at the top, watching his face as you stroke him. Your pussy is aching but you want to make him feel just a bit of what you do. You get on your knees, and he pauses you, tilting your chin up, hot spray and steam falling around you both. He says your name ever so softly then.

“You sure you’re ready for this?” He asked. It made you pause. When it came to pleasuring you, he had no care, he made you beg. But now, he asked about you, worried look almost on his face. You nod.

“I want you in my mouth.” He cursed.

“Put this on the hottest thing I’ve ever seen or heard list.” He caressed your face, tilting your chin up. “Your knees okay though?” You nod again, loving how thoughtful he was, how surprising it was.

“Tell me a little what to do?” You ask nervously, and he slides a thumb across your lower lip, making you open a bit.

“You can lick it first. Fuck.” You lick his tip, tasting something salty amongst the hot water beating down. “Open.” You do. He grabs you by your slick hair, and guides himself into your mouth, hot and so hard. He moaned, and took one of your hands, wrapping it around him. “I’m big so use your hand too. Your mouth can’t do it all. Go up and down.”

You start sliding your hand with your mouth, taking a moment to get a rhythm going, and your saliva and the water made things slick, he slid in and out of your mouth with ease. His hands were enwrapped in your hair, and he was moaning, echoing in the shower, turning you on more and more with each sound, each tensing of his hands. You tried to take more but he eased back a bit.

“Don’t hurt your throat.” He murmured. You peeked at him. “Play with yourself for me, would you?” You flush, finger sliding down to your aching clit, puffy and sore with desire. You were slick. You moan and he swore.

You look so fucking gorgeous, on your knees, those pretty eyes looking up at Gojo as you take his cock, your moans vibrating around him, your mouth so hot and wet. You cry out as you play with yourself, little tears making your eyes glisten, and Gojo has to lean against the wall as you suck harder, making him closer and closer, but he wants it to last, wants to keep watching you on your knees. Taking him so good in that mouth.

“You’re such a good girl for me.” He whispered, caressing your face. You felt yourself losing control at his words, and your hand struggled to keep going as you sucked him harder, he grew impossibly big in your mouth. “Where do you want me to come? I’m really fucking close.”

You locked eyes with him, not answering, instead bobbing your head down as much as you could go, relaxing your throat and taking in so much you were choking on it, tears hit your eyes and you coughed. He paused you, tilting your chin up, those blue eyes and dripping lashes drinking you in as you drank in his cock.

“Brat wants all my come does she?” You nodded, crying out, and he stopped your motions. “Ask for it.”

“You’re the worst.” He smirks down at you. Your eyes look up seductively, and your hands slide up to his thighs, gripping, watching the desire fill his eyes. “Let me drink your cum, Gojo. I want it.”

“Goddammit.”

He was shaking, his usually stable big ass hands, were trembling against you, before he wrapped a hand in your hair, and shoved into your mouth, fucking it. He eased back as he came, you knew so he did not hurt you, and he pulsed in your mouth, as hot sticky liquid started to shoot into it.

“Take it all, just like that. You’re doing such a good job.” You sucked it all, swallowed every bit of it, with his praise, and felt him soften slightly, gasping as you flicked your tongue on his tip. “Fuck. Jesus fuck.”

You eased up, and he helped you. Your knees were red, your lips were too, fucked raw like your throat. He picked you up with ease, slamming you against the wall, wrapping your legs around his waist. You kissed him, and felt him start to lose himself in you too. You both drank in each other's sighs, moans, under the hot water that pounded down on you.

“How’d I do?” You asked softly, and his lips parted.

“How’d you fucking do? You’re a whole dick sucking champ.” You snorted in laughter. “I can’t put things elegant or what the fuck. You…” He paused, thinking of words.

“It’s okay.”

“No. Not okay… it was mind blowing. And I’m not exaggerating. I’m literally fucking spent.” He kissed you, softer. You moan quietly as his kisses trail down your neck.

“Good. I have to be the best at everything you know.”

“My little perfectionist.” He pressed firmer against you. “Want me to return the favor?” He asked softly, and you shook your head. “Why not?”

“It was enough for me to pleasure you.” He grew serious, studying you. Then he shook his head a bit, as if shaking himself out of some deep thoughts.

“I bet you’re close.” He found your clit, holding you with one arm, sliding it in little circles. You cry out, arching into his touch, shivering, as he brings you to a climax within moments. “You’re too pretty when you cum. Can’t not do it.” He kissed you softly, easing you down. Your legs were jello yet again.

“Should have made you beg, dick.” You giggled as he turned off the water, then gasped as he smacked your ass hard, while wet. “Ouch!”

“Watch that mouth, fucking brat.” You liked it all too much. Everything about him, even his fucking dick, one you hadn’t even had in you yet. How fucked would you be when that happened?

And now you are going on a real date.

With Gojo, a man you knew you didn’t hate, not really.

One you felt shit for. Confusing shit.

You were in deep now.

Chapter 7

Ao3 chapter:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55424137/chapters/141269194#workskin

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Bats don't know what to do as The Mockingbird and Time Mock them

That Edward Nygma wasn't a real person in the database or that the riddler actually got won one battle over Batman. Batman had tried to snoop through the apartment, but there was mostly always a person there alongside children.

Then there was a trigger of other rogues break out when there actually nobody in the apartment.

Not mentioning the real person behind riddler

Eddie Mockingbird Walker was born out of a 6 year affair between Edwin Walker, strict borderline insane Prisoner Warden, and beautiful red haired Judy Mockingbird, a former cleaning lady who was fired by the wife of Walker after finding out the affair.

Three years later, Judy Mockingbird was later a victim of a break-in and homicide, the only witness being a 3 year old traumatized Eddie hiding in a toy chest doodle with hand drawn puzzle murals, unfortunately that case was later put in the cold case files with not enough suspects.

Eddie was thrown through the wringer of several orphanages for 4 years, only to be refound by his grandmother Grethen Mockingbird, a former retired pianist who was unable to play anymore due a severe case of tendonitis.

A bright Prodigy to music and puzzles boxes made by his grandmother, a rare talent in school to the point the music teacher begged his grandmother Grethen to signed him in a tournament which later led to Eddie into the spotlight with the youngest pianist to make he audience weep with joy that catapult him all the way through several tournaments, winning each one, talkshows, interviews from age 9 to 22 year old.

He was known as Rose Thief of Hearts in the music community, the next living Beethoven they cried out, especially on how many ladies and guys fallen for his sweet, obvious charms and bright red hair that flow down his waist.

Becoming best friends with his half-sister, Madeline Walker, that he rarely met.

Tragedy struck when on The Chopin Competition, Gretchen Mockingbird died from cardiac arrest in the middle of her grandson's performance.

Eddie disappeared, being dragged off by Edwin Walker during the private funeral, which led many people to the theory of the whereabouts of the music Prodigy.

Then, the rest of the data file went missing until a year ago when Eddie Mockingbird appeared once more during a shocking news of adopting his niece and nephews who will stay anonymous after explaining a rather shocking tale with enough explanation on why he was away from media was extremely popular in the music culture.

Batman could only stare at the photo capture by Red Robin on the Batcomputer, tired bag eyed soft smiling Eddie Mockingbird at family diner. His black hair and eyebrow were gone, revealing a natural red hair that had grown down to his neck, wearing casual clothes with his niece, Jasmine Fenton, a teenage red-haired girl speaking with a soft look

A large massive man, named Jack Fenton that looks too alike to Bruce clumsily and failing feeding a little 2 year old baby girl in a toddler chocolates banana fudge ice cream with green bitd, while trying to stopping her twin brother flinging soft sweet peas at a giggling 5 year old toddler trying to air bite the peas.

A disgusted looking young entrepreneur who discoverered a much better energy source for phones that went world-wide, Tucker Foley, who was gagging at a Sam Manson, had a beyond burger and a salad, her middle finger pointing at him saying something to him.

Batman couldn't get near someone like him, or get a hint of his music albums that were also sold out even from 10 year ago to now with new albums that not even Jim Gordon would help him that Riddler is the famous pianist that he had a collection of his music, and he wouldn't let him 'borrow' them.

Jason had just started dating Jasmine, but he wouldn't tell them about what the riddler's plans were to the point of disconnecting and disabling all the trackers on his phones, even the backup ones with Cass and Babs!

He tried booking for Mockingbird concerts only to find out they were all booked to 20XX for the past 6 months after The Chopin Competition, not even attempting bribes, would shorten a 15 mile long waiting list.

This was driving Bruce a little mad as if time itself was mocking him!!

Part 3 here <-

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female!reader x boyfriend! konig

word count: 956

contents: 18+, loss of virginity, cunilingus, fluff

You laid on top of Konig as you two watched a movie on the couch, while he gently stroked your hair. You looked up at him as you felt something pressing against your thigh. As you looked up at Konig his cheeks turned a light shade of pink. 

“ I’m sorry mein liebe, ” Konig sat up pulling you along with him so you were in his lap. “ I- I know we had an agreement, but- but what if we tried again, ” he said softly as he stroked your cheek with his thumb.

At the beginning of your relationship with Konig, you both had agreed not to have sex. It’s not that you both didn’t want to but you were a virgin and his cock was nearly 12 inches long. After almost two years though he couldn’t handle not being able to fuck you.

Konig gently kissed down your neck as he slid off your clothes. “ Bitte mein Schatz, ” he looked up at you with his dark blue eyes pleading with you as he kissed your inner thighs. You gave into him as he slid down your panties, “ danke meine liebe.” 

Konig lapped at your soaked cunt as lewd sounds slipped past your lips. Your head fell back against the couch as your eyes fluttered shut. Konig slipped one of his thick calloused fingers inside of you, it made you feel so full it made you wonder how his cock would feel.

“ Liebe I- I’m going to add another, ” he said as he lifted his head for a moment before moving back to swirl his tongue around your clit. 

Konig pushed another one of his thick fingers inside of you stretching you open. You let out a soft whimper as he stretched you out but your mind immediately went blank as his fingers hit the perfect spot making your hips buck into his face. Your moans grew louder and louder as you covered his fingers in your cum. He pushed his fingers into your mouth making you taste yourself on his fingers. You swirled your tongue around his fingers as he looks up at you. He kissed your cunt gently before picking you up and bringing you to your shared bed. He laid you down gently before pulling off his clothes leaving only his boxers. He kissed you gently as he sat down next to you on the bed. He brushed some hair out of your face as he sat you up pulling you into his lap. 

“ It might hurt baby, ” he said softly as he stroked your hair.

“ I- I know, but it’s okay, ” I smiled up at before he slowly slid off his boxers. His cock was thick and veiny it looked at least 12 inches, I gently reached out to touch it admiring the veins that covered his shaft. “ A- are you sure it will fit, ” I looked up at him as my fingers trailed over his cock making his breath hitch.

“ If not- we’ll just have to make it fit, ” Konig kissed your forehead as he grabbed lube from the nightstand.

He squirted the lube into his hand as he stroked his cock making him let out a soft groan. He gently coated your entrance with the lube. He took your hips in his hands as he pressed the head of his cock against your entrance. He peppered you in kisses as he slowly lowered you down onto his cock. You began to tear up as he tried to push you down further onto his cock, you already had 5- 6 inches inside of you but he could feel the resistance from your tight cunt. 

“ I- it’s too big, ” my eyes were welling up with tears as I looked up at him.

“ It’s alright mein shatz, we’re almost there, ” he kissed you gently as he wiped your tears away with his thumb.

He eased you down the rest of the way and by the time your hips were connected tears were sliding down your cheeks as your nails were firmly dug into Konig's biceps.

Konig’s heart ached as he watched you cry, “ tut mir leid mein Schatz. ” He kissed you gently as he wiped your tears away, “ you’re taking me so well liebe. ”

You smiled at him as you rested your head on his chest. “ Is it okay- if I move, ” he asked softly as he cupped your cheeks so you were looking into his eyes. 

You nodded as you kissed him gently. Konig took hold of your hips again as he slowly moved you up and down on his cock making you both moan in unison. You rolled your hips against his as your nails dug into his biceps while you moaned his name. Konig praised you repeatedly as he slowly sped up his pace. 

“ Ko- I’m so- so close, ” I mumbled against his lips as his thrusts became deeper.

You cried out as he slammed into you making you cum around his cock instantly. His hips slammed into yours as he came deep inside you. Konig rested his head on your shoulder as he whispered sweet things in your ears. 

He slowly slid you off of him, laying you down on the bed as he got up to get a towel to clean you off. He came back and gently wiped away any blood or cum that slipped out of you. He helped you pull one of his shirts over your head, before he pulled on his boxers and pulled you into his arms. 

“ You were perfect mein liebling, ” Konig kissed you gently as he stroked your hair. 

You smiled softly as you curled up to him holding onto him tightly as you began to fall asleep. Konig held you close as you slept before finally drifting off to sleep next to you.

[fullfriendnerdclutch]

Richard actually preferred to spent his Spring Break lounging around his quaint and peaceful university town. But, since his Uncle drove all the way down to pick him up unannounced, simply because Richard is in the same state now, not like he could just shush that man away so he lazily packed his bag and hit the road with the 43 years old hulk of a DILF

They didn't talk much throughout the long trip into the farmland as Richard pretended to fall asleep before eventually really falling asleep on the way there. But he's dead wrong to assume that his Uncle is unaware of his avoidance. In fact, that very attitude is the sole reason why his Uncle came all the way down to pick him up. It's time to mold Richard into the perfect Dawson boys, and Spring Break provides the best timeline in order for Richard to hit his final alteration right during summer

When the pair arrived at the sprawling farm, Richard realized how stinking rich his family must be with all these acres of land under their possession. It's been more than a decade since he last visited the family farm, but clearly this visit will leave him with the memory about the family farm much more clearly. His uncle let him rest for the remainder of the day, he even fell asleep right after his quick dinner and cleaning himself. But Richard didn't expect that he needs to do some hard labour the following morning!

"Your cousin Adam is spending some time with his sickly wife while Steve took off for the entirety of this Spring Break to spend time with his kids. So I need your help, boy,"

"Wait, Adam is married?"

"Yes, a year ago, don't you remem--- oh yeah, you were on your gap year trip,"

The tone his uncle used irked Richard a bit, gap year trip, but he let it go. His mind is focused on the fact that Adam is the same age as him, and he's married? At 20? 19 if he considered the fact it happened a year ago.....what a totally different life the two of them have. His uncle snapped Richard's out of his mind as he told the pale, gangly-looking Richard to put on the boots before helping him around the farm and the ranch. Richard at first doubted that he could fit into the boots, but somehow it fits him just right. So, off he goes with his uncle

Day after day, the routine remained the same. He will wake up at around 5 or 6 AM, have his loaded breakfast and head out with his uncle. He surprisingly found himself enjoying the routine, he even started to address his Uncle with "Sir" and cooked the breakfast for the two. He simply didn't notice the change in his reflection on how his skin tanned on its own, how his form straightened rather than hunched per usual, how all his clothings somehow altered to solely consist of black t-shirt, jeans and some plaid shirt and he just didn't bother to ask his uncle for the whereabouts of his other clothing. He also failed to notice how his uncle has been subliminally planting in his subconsciousness that he enjoyed working in the farm, that he preferred to be called Dick since Richard sounded too posh for him, that Dick has always been interested with farming and the idea to continue the family's business, that Dick wanted to recruit some good trusted friends of his to join the family's business and how he needs to pivot to study about agriculture or farming in uni.....well, scratch that, he will probably drop out later in the summer and learn better about farming or agriculture by working with his Uncle.

Imagine the surprise his roommates got when Richard went back from his Spring Break 30 lbs heavier and looking like a Southern farm stud with his outfit and the way he got this drawl out of nowhere. And he apparently have a souvenir too for them

"Got these from my Uncle, now, try to put these babies on and tell me how it feels,"

---

Fast forward to summer, not only Dick really followed through with his drop out plan, he brings along his now much-more fitting roommate to join him in the farm

Hey there, a bit rushed with this execution but hope it's still an enjoyable read

[luffyvace]

Dating ~ Sanji Vinsmoke ~ headcanons

These are sfw and gender neutral

for Sanji’s big day! (I’m super late ik hush :3)

pt2 here my sillies :3 : Dating ~ Sanji Vinsmoke ~ headcanons pt2

Dating Sanji includes royal treatment. We all know this. It’s so obvious. 😭 It’s in the manga, it’s canon, we all write it in our headcanons. We know this.

Royal treatment meaning sit back and relax dear, Sanji’s got this. Sea beast? He beat it up and is now cooking a delicious and nutritious sea beast stew for you, would you like that with a smoothie? Lemonade? Water? Ok water. Sparkling? Distilled? Iced?

oh your lost? Don’t worry he’s got bread and he’ll leave breadcrumbs where you’ve walked so you don’t go in circles :)

your clothes are wet? Take his. 💋

there’s mud up ahead and you just bought a snazzy new fit? He’ll carry you 🏋️‍♂️

somebody bothering you loveliest? He’s already kicked them to Australia (extra hard if it was Zoro)

Dating Sanji includes good communication.

If you feel anything but a positive emotion Sanji is on the case. And the first victim he’s pointing fingers at is Zoro 😼

”MOSS HEAD BASTARD!! YOU MADE THEM UPSET DIDNT YOU?!”

it’s not a person darling? Well what happened? What can he do to help? Did you loose something? He’ll turn into a mad man causing chaos around town looking for it! Did it drop into the ocean? He swims as deep as he needs to in order to find it.

Honestly he even babies you about little stuff :P you stubbed your toe? Want him to massage it for you? That’s it! He’s breaking out the foot spa! Take off your socks and shoes!

he did something that really upset you?! Tell him what it is right away! He’ll make sure he never steps outta line ever again! He *kiss* never *kiss* meant *kiss* to *kiss* upset *kiss* you *kiss*~

Never feel hesitation to tell him if something’s wrong with you physically “Chopper! Come check them out right now!! They say somethings’ wrong!”

Nor mentally! You’ve been going through some tough times these last few months?! Sit down and tell him everything!! Let’s get to the root of this! Together! Is it someone else?? Did it happen from something??

Even if you aren’t feeling negative emotions right now always feel free to rant to him about what’s making you happy! he’d love to hear it truly! He loves your voice even more~ 🥰 *nose bleed*

Dating Sanji includes 5 star meals.

another thing we all know. And in every headcanon- but seriously what’s all your favorite meals, snacks and desserts? Even if Luffy himself says to make one thing he might make another just because he knows you like it. That guy eats anything anyway so he might as well just make what you like! 🧑‍🍳

Dating Sanji includes overly cheesy confessions despite the fact that your already and only dating.

”My dearest..I would love if you would go out with me and make this evening the loveliest of my days! I’d wholeheartedly accept and put my all into cooking for our first date….My love and affection with herb and spice…the flavor of our intense compatibility will melt on your tongue every bite you take! Guaranteed!”

”Sanji….we’ve been dating for xyz months/years now..”

”ahhh~ Even to the blossoms of this beautiful spring day know we’re simply destined to be..! Getting married tomorrow..it’s been my dream since we’ve first met! I can see it already, smell it even..! The enchanting scene of you walking down the isle, putting your hands in mine…kiss! The happiest day of my life has officially been sealed! Everyone’s clapping! Cheering! Whoop woo’s arise in the air of our love!~ The 6 layer cake I spent every ounce of my time baking since I met you, on the side of us—predicting our perfect wedding kiss! An exact model of the scene~ It brings a tear to my eye! I hope I don’t keep you up tonight, my darling love! Because I certainly won’t be able to sleep when I’m much too busy imagining the scene over and over again until our big day tomorrow, the same one I’ve been replaying in my head since I first laid eyes on you~ 😚”

”what on EARTH Sanji. We’re only dating! Wha- What do I even say to this?!”

”you could say yes! My lovely future spouse!~ 😍😍”

”To what! You haven’t even properly proposed to me yet?! Let alone made it official⁉️“

”ohh my honey! I didn’t know you wanted to get married- the wind! The sea! The birds even know our fate! We-“

”ALRIGHT!”

”SHUT IT SEAWEED HEAD!! DON’T INTERUPT ME WHILE IM CONFESSING MY LOVE to the most wonderful soul to have ever lived~”

⚔️🗡🔥💥💥💥⚔️🗡🔥💥⚔️🗡💥💥🔥

(Sanji and zoro fighting :3)

Dating Sanji includes sure fire protection.

no one will ever lay a hand on you. For a man? Self explanatory. Blast that motha sucka to space.💥 For a woman?? Welll…he’ll take all the hits for you okay?! So run away and go get Nami or Robin!! Hurry darling!

Dating Sanji includes trust.

more than anything he trusts you with his deepest darkest secrets. There’s no front when it’s just you two around, purely him. Not telling you his lineage was because he wanted to put that behind him..it wasn’t supposed to come back up. And man is he the most sorry sucker on earth when he betrays the strawhats. Because that means he’s betraying you. Pleasepleasepleasetakehimbackplease.

Uh guys I ran out of characters I’m gonna do a part two I guess 😭… I didn’t want to thooo