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A lot of Covid feelings today. But the main thought I’m having today is that I hope the kids never forgive us. I hope when they grow up and realize how much their generation has been fucked over by chronic illness caused by Covid they never forgive the people who decided it was okay to infect them over and over again. I hope all the people who I talk to about it and seem to understand but then go back to taking no steps to stop the spread have to sit with the guilt in their stomachs forever. They’ll throw up their hands and say they didn’t know but I’ve been here screaming about it at the top of my lungs for years, along with a lot of other people.

I hope my son looks at the pictures of us in masks here in 2024 and knows I tried so hard to protect him. If we make it another two weeks he’ll have avoided Covid the first 3 years of his life, which shouldn’t be huge but IS huge when almost every other kid we know has had it multiple times.

It doesn’t have to be this fucking hard guys. If more people just gave a fuck about not spreading airborne illness things would be so much easier. I’m not even that strict with precautions! I’m not advocating for lockdowns! I just want more people to mask, I want masks and tests to be free, I want people who are sick to have paid sick leave, I want money to be put into upgrading the air systems in public spaces. This all feels very minimal and reasonable and yet somehow it’s a fringe position???

Today is a bad day and I’m feeling very angry. It didn’t have to be this way.

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#Holiday Requests your blogs are the sole reason i visit tumblr in the first place. Thank you for feeding my dcxdp brain rot the appreciation is very much reciprocated and i’d like to humbly request a continuation for Jason’s Doll or Mr. Flavor!

After the smear campaign had been dealt with, Tim took time to carefully convince his employees that Scarecrow had somehow dosed the whole building in Fear Gas; that way, they would return to work once he gave everyone a month off with pay to "clean out the vents".

He did not want people to walk away thinking Danny the doll was by any means haunted. It would undo every last attempt to fix Jason's image, which he had carefully constructed.

In a city like Gotham, being dosed with gas was so common that no one batted an eye when Tim called them back. Many of the employees were overjoyed by the paid vacation.

The young CEO had even gone as far as to spread rumors that no one really saw the alleged doll, causing people to assume there was mass hysteria. Everyone was happier this way.

He felt like he could finally relax after weeks of meticulous planning. He went into work assuming the only stress he would experience would be the typical CEO kind.

Then Jason, needing a favor, marched into his office within the first hour.

Tim stares at the doll sitting on his office desk, feeling the blood drain from his face as his brother happily chatters.

"He usually likes to sit by windows. Don't forget to clean him with a damp, warm cloth; his clothes are machine washable." Jason said, laying out some of Danny's tea cup sets. Apparently, his brother had been shopping. "Danny usually has his tea daily at one, but if you're working, I'm sure he'll understand. He can wait."

"Jay..."Tim started feeling Danny staring into his soul. He knew a soul existed, but that didn't stop the thing from being unnerving. Was Danny made entirely of Fear Gas? "Are you sure you can't take Danny with you?"

"I want to." Jason sighed, tracing the fabric of Danny's hair. "But we aren't sure if space travel will worsen Danny's chances of recovery. Normally, I wouldn't take any jobs outside Gotham, but Roy needs help."

Danny's head jerked as if the porcelain neck of the doll had broken, the little head falling to the side, facing Jason. Familiar whispers of hell fill the air, making Tim's stomach drop.

He leans further into the plush of his office chair, wanting to get as far away from Danny as possible while Jason smiles.

"Thank you for understanding, " he tells Danny with a fondness usually reserved for lovers. Tim might have found it sweet if it had not been that he was terrified of Jason's undead boyfriend.

"Please don't leave," He whispers, uncaring how pathetic his voice sounded.

"You're going to find Tim." Jason laughs, shaking his head. "Danny says he likes you!"

Tim's eyes slid over to the doll, feeling himself jump a little when he realized he had turned in his direction. Without a sound. Without Tim, for all his training, even noticing the movement.

There was a moment when he felt like something with sharp teeth grinning at him. The sensation came from behind his left shoulder, and he jerked around, hand flying to his hidden expandable staff in his left pocket. Nothing but the cream color of his wall stares back at him.

He slowly turns back to his guest, Danny, quite suddenly right in front of him, sitting on his laptop. Its slightly watery eyes- painted with the effect- were mere inches from Tim's nose.

The sensation of being watched by a predatory grows. A whimper leaves Tim's lips against his will just as Jason checks his phone and shoulders his travel bag. "Alright, I have to head out. Artemis is on the way here to pick me up. Thanks again, Tim."

"No." He whispers, unable to look away from his own reflection in Danny's eyes. He looks petrified. "Don't leave me here with him."

"Bye, Danny. See you in two weeks." Jason grabs the doll's head in a quick one-arm hug.

A scratching wail from down the hall makes Tim nearly fall over, but Jason only blushes as he leans closer. "I love you too."

Before Tim can find the courage to throw Danny back at him, his brother is up and out the door. Soon, his office is left in utter silence as the duo observe one another.

Tim only dared move an inch once Tam knocked on his door. "Morning, Tim. You're nine o'clock is here; I sent you the required documents for the meeting, and is that a doll?"

Her voice trails off from her typical professional pitch to the one he is used to hearing when the pair reminisce about the time they ran from assassins together. It's far more casual, with just the hints of judgment that Tim can appreciate because it means she's not above calling his bullshit out.

"This...is Danny," He hears himself introduce. "Danny, this is Tam."

His PA cooks one hip, raises a brow, and gestures at the desk where the doll sits. "I thought the rumors about the haunted doll resulted from the night job misunderstanding?"

"No. I worked to cover them up."

Tam rolls the information around in her head before looking at her tablet with a wide smile. "You do not pay me enough to handle haunted dolls. I have to be in conference room 103 in five minutes. I have to check on our coffee orders."

"But Tam-"

"No." She slams the door close. The click-clack of her heels echoes as she struts away, and Tim is left staring longingly at the blurred windows of his glass doors. He looks back at Danny, who has moved again.

This time, the cold porcelain is pressing into his left cheek because Danny is suddenly there. Standing on the arm of his office chair and leaning on Tim's face.

The scream that ripped out of his throat had the security running to his office and Tam dialing the Bats in ten seconds. It didn't help that the scream had traveled through the vents, echoing into the building as every employee looked up from their cubicle with a jump.

"What was that?"

"A little girl go hurt on level seventy-four."

"Isn't that the CEO's floor?"

"Must be one of the thousands of kids the Waynes bring to those charity events."

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kindergarten teacher

summary: With the new rules set in line, it meant the children of the Undercity could finally attend Piltover's school. To avoid potential conflicts, a couple Enforcers are tasked to guard the building, including Steb.

content: headcanon that steb was born in the undercity, use of y/n, teacher!reader, does not quite follow the original s2 storyline, it has more in common with the au episode! just imagine the councilors office survived lol! also have the headcanon that steb is not always quiet, fem reader!

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a/n: i hope this is like how you imagined! i have heard of abbott elementary but i haven't watched it myself... hihi, nonetheless, enjoy! if i don't see you guys anymore, then also a very happy new year!

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"Well, you're from the Undercity, aren't ya? Perfect job for you."

Steb nearly rolled his eyes at the comment, but didn't speak up. No matter how much his colleagues annoyed him, they did have a point. If anything, out of all Enforcers, he would be the best there. As one of the only Undercity-born Enforcers, he would know how it felt. The stares, the hushed comments, the nerves of being in a new place where you knew people hated you.

It was unbelievable. Jayce and Viktor had done it. Though Jayce's wording was... unusual for a Councilor, they got what they wanted. Piltover and the Undercity, both at peace, both independent. The vents finally rid the air of the thick smoke and harmful chemicals, the bridge opened, and the Undercity finally received the help they desperately needed.

Homes rebuilt, lights installed, streets cleaned. And now, access to school. The Undercity was filled with geniuses, waiting to unlock their talents and show their skills to whoever would listen. Improving the world, improving their home. Sure, there was something you could call a school in the Undercity, but it wasn't necessarily a priority. No use in sitting in class if you were starving.

But now, there you stood. A proud and excited teacher who had just hung up, albeit a very uneven, banner. 'Welcome!' it read in bright, bold letters, decorated with flowers and stars. It had taken you an entire evening to put it together, but you could finally say you were proud of your work. Not every teacher was as... excited as you were. When the news came out that the Undercity would become independent and that Councilor Talis and Viktor wanted to open a school for the new students, not everyone was enthusiastic.

"We don't want Undercity dirt on our polished streets," they seethed, "Keep 'em out of here!"

Even a teacher or two who had already been working at the school disagreed with the choice. They had nothing to say though - an Undercity class would be formed, whether they liked it or not. And you, being excited to meet the new students, were chosen to become their teacher. 'Chosen'. You practically volunteered, arm raised in the air as you waved it around. Getting along with your coworkers was hard enough, but you could not imagine having a teacher like that. Coming from the Undercity into Piltover for education was already a scary step, and if you could make it easier, then that was what you would do. Who knows, what if you ended up having a genius inventor in your class?

With only minutes until the bridge officially opened, the small group of Enforcers stood near the school with Steb leading them. The quiet but intimidating man was 'put in charge'. As you hopped out of the doors, you nearly stumbled, your heel stuck on the doorframe. The tumble made Steb immediately turn his head as he saw, what he assumed to be, a teacher flat on the ground. With one glance and a nod to his team, he walked through the entry gates, not stopping before he went up to you.

You groaned as you pushed yourself up, wiping your hands before looking down at your busted knee. Great - there goes the good impression that you wanted to make. A shadow appeared over you, and as you looked up, you saw the enforcer that previously stood much further away. He acted fast, pulling at the small first aid kit on his thigh and opening it, revealing an array of different bandages, creams, and wipes.

"Oh!" your eyes widened, "No, it's okay. I am meeting my class in only a few minutes and I don't want to trouble you!"

"It is of no trouble," his smooth voice sounded, his hands working meticulously to fish the scissors and bandages out of his pack, "If it doesn't get cleaned properly, it could form a problem in the future."

The scrape was barely bleeding, but the hero in Steb's heart needed to help the poor woman. From what he could see, all the other teachers stayed hidden inside, not even taking a minute to greet the new pupils. Yet you... There was something about you.

"Well, in that case..." your voice trailed off, watching the man clean your scrape and placing a bandaid on it, "Thank you so much, sir!"

"With pleasure," he packed up his kit again as his ears twitched, the school bell ringing.

He held out his hand to gently pull you up before nodding once, his pack back on his thigh and his hands clasped behind his back as he walked to where he previously stood. It seemed right on time, as the first few students walked over the bridge. Their parents, nearly more nervous than their children were, also seemed rather cautious. The sight of enforcers, albeit not heavily armed, was not too inviting. But you were.

"Oh hello everyone! It's so nice to meet you, I will be your new teacher!" Steb could hear you say, "For all questions or just a simple chat, you can always come to me."

Tensed shoulders relaxed as the kids let themselves go, admiring the playground before cheering, running to whatever it was that piqued their interest.

"Hah, good to see they like it!"

"Miss?" one of the parents spoke up, "A question, if that's okay?"

"Always!"

Steb averted his gaze back to the streets of Piltover. Though most people were not against the people from the Undercity, there was still a group who would want nothing more than the neighboring city to crumble. At first, Steb thought that having more than two enforcers patrolling the school grounds was a bit over the top. What was there to be scared of if the entire class were only young children? But then he came to the realization - it wasn't the Undercity that they had to keep in check, it was Piltover. Though branded as the 'higher ups', when something didn't go their way, some of the inhabitants had a tendency to be rather childish, yet cruel.

"Well, would anyone like to see their classroom?"

High-pitched voices cheered again as they waved at their parents one last time, following their new teacher inside. The rest of the day, or week rather, went rather smoothly. Kids coming over the bridge, more confident as time went on. Finding their talents, finding new hobbies, and making new friends. Only one annoying man tried to bother the school on numerous occasions, blabbering about how his daughter who was 'born and raised in Piltover' shouldn't have to go to school with Undercity children. Thankfully, they got rid of him.

Steb noticed a change in himself. As always, he was punctual, but it seemed like he now was ahead of the clock. At first, he was at school precisely at 8:00 - fifteen minutes before class. Then it became five minutes earlier, then another five, and before he knew it, he was at school at 7:30. He wasn't even aware as to why - it didn't call for it. The news about the new students had already flown over, yet he felt himself pulled to the grounds. The group of enforcers was even cut down to only Steb and another, yet there were talks about wanting to cut it to one enforcer before completely removing them.

"Ah, Steb!" He had told you his name last week, "You are early!"

"Punctual," he nodded, something which made you chuckle.

"Would you care for some tea? I can't have you waiting out in the cold."

It wasn't cold outside, you just wanted a reason to talk to him longer.

"That is very appreciated, thank you."

And so, after mustering up the courage to do so for a long time, you and Steb sat across one another, steaming cups of tea in your hands. The classroom, your classroom, was much more inviting than the other ones Steb saw. Countless drawings on the wall, personalized name tags on the tables, colorful pens in the penholder on your desk.

You had offered your chair to Steb, but he had quickly shook his head. After asking again, he just took matters into his own hands, grabbing the nearest chair before sitting down on it. Maybe he should have looked for another nearest one as his long, slender body now sitting on a chair for a six-year-old. It was a funny sight.

"So yeah, that's how I became their teacher!"

Steb hummed, sipping the tea that had now cooled down significantly. Your company felt so welcoming and warm. It fit you oh so perfectly. He looked at his tea for a moment - was this why he came in so early?

"Officer Steb! Officer Steb!"

You turned your head to the door, a bunch of excited kids cheering as they ran into the classroom, placing their items in their places. You raised an eyebrow with a smile, drinking the last bit of tea.

"That's so silly, my chair is way too small for you!"

"Ah, I suppose you're right," Steb smiled softly, standing up before placing the chair back from where he took it.

You also stood, moving the tea cups out of the way. You didn't know that Steb was such a beloved character in their lives.

"Are you two together?"

Both Steb and you stopped in your tracks as you awkwardly laughed.

"Yes!" one of the girls squealed, "You have to be!"

"Now, now," you huffed, patting Steb's chest, "Officer Steb has lots to do. Say goodbye to Officer Steb!"

Multiple voices rang out as you and Steb walked into the hallway.

"So sorry," you furrowed your eyebrows, "But I did appreciate the tea this morning."

"As did I," he nodded as he said your name, his posture straight as he turned to walk out of the school.

Something about it made your stomach flutter, yet you shook it off and returned to class.

"And, are we ready for reading?"

Three hours later, you stood outside, watching all the kids play on the playground. The difference between when they just arrived and now was nearly insane. They were so much more open and cheerful, finally being able to feel like they fit in.

"Ouch!"

You looked over at the yelp, seeing one of the girls on the ground.

"Oh no!" you jogged over to her, kneeling down as you helped her sit up, "What happened, dear?"

"I tripped," her lip trembled as she held her elbow.

"Need a bandaid?"

Both of you looked up, seeing Steb with bandaids in hand. You let out a relieved sigh, nodding as you rubbed the poor girls' back, watching as her scrape got wiped. Steb, as caring as always.

"Miiiiisssss!!!"

You looked over your shoulder, seeing another kid wave his hands excitedly, most likely wanting to show you something. You give Steb an apologetic look, but he just nods. You mouthed a quick 'thank you' before standing up and walking over to your other student.

"Officer Steb?"

He hummed in response.

"Do you like Miss Y/N?"

He raised an eyebrow, opening the colorful bandaid as he stuck it on her elbow.

"She is my friend, yes."

"But..." she leaned closer, whispering in a hushed voice, "Do you like like Miss Y/N?"

He snorted, huffing as he smiled before raising his pointer finger to his lips as if shushing himself.

"Not a word, Officer Steb!"

It seemed like the pain from her elbow disappeared as she jumped up, immediately racing back to her friend while giggling.

"Anything interesting, 'Officer Steb'?"

"No," he hummed, "Nothing yet, 'Miss Y/n'."

Weeks passed and it was finally winter break. Even though you loved your class dearly, you could use some time off.

"I will see you all soon, okay?"

"See you soon, miss!"

The doors closed as you let out a sigh. Your bag was filled with papers that needed to be graded, pencils to be sharpened, and assignments that needed to be made. A lot to do in only two weeks' time, but the more you did now, the longer you could relax.

So, with a bag filled to the brim and a scarf around your neck, you braved the cold outside. Snow, slippery tiles, and wind. You made it halfway through Piltover without slipping on anything, but it seemed like you wouldn't make it out without at least one bump or bruise.

You yelped as you accidentally stepped on a small patch of ice, yet the impact never came. Gloved, blue hands gripped your waist as they hoisted you back up.

"Steb!"

"We have to stop meeting like this, Miss Y/N," he softly joked, "Are you okay?"

"Well, I think you have successfully avoided me breaking any bones, so I would say so. Are you working?"

He shook his head, holding his helmet in his hands.

"Done for the day. I'm going to change out of uniform and I'm hoping to stop by a cafe for a drink."

You nodded, both quietly standing together. So many things to be said, yet you could not find the right words.

"Well, I-"

"I make great hot chocolates."

Steb raised his eyebrow in surprise, the frills on his cheeks fluttering as he looked at you.

"I, I mean," you stuttered, letting out a chuckle, "If you like hot chocolate, that is. Caramel syrup, and all."

"You are inviting me?"

"Perhaps. To my house, yes. But, if I am overstepping-"

"No," he quickly interjects, clearing his throat, "No, it is very appreciated. I just... I will change? Base is just over there."

"Yes! Yes, no, that's fine."

Steb had never switched out of his uniform that fast in his life.

Only seven minutes later he walked back out of the building, now dressed in something much more casual and even a set of glasses on his nose.

"Ready for the hot chocolate?"

He hummed in response.

"You know, I never knew you wore glasses."

This time, he chuckled before giving you a smile that made your cheeks feel warm.

"Well, there is a lot you have yet to discover."

[kentoxo]

friction | reader (f) x crush!nanami pt.5

pairing: reader (f) x crush!nanami

synopsis: [AU] you have always had a crush on nanami. since the day you were hired as his personal assistant, you've been right at his side combating numbers and making money within the finance department for the company you two worked for. but, things take a turn when nanami catches wind of your feelings, and rejects you. little did he know the weight of his mistake.

warnings: angst, heartbreak, sexual tension, jealousy (future smut)

a/n: AHHH sorry for the late update! work and school are beating me up! thank you all for your patience and kindness-- your compliments for this fic have been lifting my mood! i have added (i think) everyone who has asked to be added. i will be closing the taglist as its getting quite large.

all parts: pt.1, pt.2, pt.3, pt.4,

December | Tokyo, Japan | Monday

The moment you entered the office, relief washed over you as the intense heat from the vents warmed your body. 

The weather was unkind during the winter in Japan, proving its rudeness by coating you completely in snow. A handful of your coworkers brushed the snow off of you as you passed by them. With rosy cold cheeks and heavy breaths, you get settled into your desk and shake your legs in an attempt to get warm. As you brought your hands up to your mouth to breathe warm air, you looked to your right to see Nanami’s desk. 

It felt barren, despite only a few folders and documents missing. His computer was still there, but he was likely using his laptop for the day instead. A few pens were picked out of his holder/cup, along with his notebook in the small cabinet that hung beneath his desk. His favorite mug was gone as well. It almost felt like Nanami was never there. 

Coffee. You reluctantly left your seat, and began walking over to the cafe. You continue to blow warm air into your hands, walking haggardly over to get Nanami’s usual coffee, and a hot chocolate for yourself. After the short line, you walk up to the cashier, getting kindly greeted with a curt bow. 

“Ah– good morning,” you say quickly, ushering for her to stand straight once more. “How is everyone today?” You eye over at the rest of the baristas and chefs within the space of their cafe. The cafe was round and large enough to allow the cafe team to walk around one another. There were cashiers all around the circle of the cafe, allowing them to tend to more staff easier.  

A sea of ‘good morning!’ and ‘good’ responses follow your question. You smile, “I’m glad to hear it. Is Tae in by any chance?” 

The manager of the cafe quickly rushes out to greet you, “ah, Y/L/N, good morning! How was your weekend?” Your question gets lost in the chit chatter. 

After a brief exchange of weekend plans, you look around the cafe staff. “Is Tae in today?” 

“He is,” the manager began, her voice soft, “he’s in the back preparing the coffee for Nanami kacho.” 

You tilted your head, “I… didn’t even order yet. Surely he must be psychic.” 

The manager chuckles, “if only. He’s such a peach, Y/L/N– that boy immediately got to work the moment he stepped into the cafe.” 

“I’m surprised he isn’t nervous,” you began curiously, “today is his first day.”

“You guys hired right when it came to this boy,” the manager praised, “it has yet to be an hour and he already cleaned and set up his own station. He made sure to be quick so he could ask for this time to prepare your boss’ cup of coffee.” 

You were really glad that he was acclimating well. Although you always had trust within the cafe team that they would help him assimilate, it was also good to see he was taking initiative on his own. And, since you helped him get hired, it only felt right to check in and make sure he was starting off well. 

“Did you want your usual as well?” The cashier chimed. 

“Oh no,” you shake your head, “it’s way too cold for an iced coffee. But, I’d love a hot chocolate if possible.” 

“Anything for you,” the cashier insisted, informing another barista about your order. Although the cafe was technically free for the office as the entire cafe staff was salaried, you still left a good tip in their tip jar. “Y/N, you always do this! You know you don’t have to.” 

“Do what?” You feigned confusion, amusing the cashier as she thanked you for your constant kindness. You turn to the manager, “if you can spare Tae for a few minutes, I’d like to bring him over to meet Nanami personally.” 

“Is that allowed?” The manager quickly questions. She was right to be careful. Only the Finance team is allowed in the department. Other departments and outsiders can only enter upon invitation, unless they are heads or leaders of other departments. 

You nod, “I invited him, so don’t worry. Plus, my boss’ office is just to the side there, so we won’t go through any of the offices at all.” 

The manager quickly nods, “then he’s all yours. Tae, please come out with the drinks once they are ready.” 

In minutes, the young barista comes out, two cups in his hand. It was surprising to see him without his usual uniform, as he no longer works for the cafe that you poached him from. He was comfortable in a black crew neck and joggers. His eyes were emerald green, and he had a slit cut in his left eyebrow. His lack of uniform hat also allowed you to notice his shaggy chestnut hair. Particularly, he had a small braid dangling from the back left side of his hair.

He was suddenly flush when meeting your eyes, giving you a curt bow in the midst of his nerves. “K-kacho,” he lets out firmly. You couldn’t help but giggle a bit. You move forward and pat his shoulder gently. 

“Tae, I’m not your higher up,” you begin quietly. “It has a ring to it, though. But, please feel free to call me by my name.” 

He stands up straight again, but tilts his head a bit, “are you sure?” 

You nod, “you won’t be disrespecting me, I promise.” 

Tae eyes you skeptically, but he gulps hesitantly, “Y/N…-san.” 

The cafe team swim in giggles and chuckles. You join them, grinning widely at the man, “close enough. I’ll be borrowing you for a few minutes if that’s alright with you.” 

“O-of course!” Tae quickly rushes to your side, smiling down at you eagerly. You didn’t quite realize how tall he was until he was beside you. You think he’s just about as tall as Nanami. What is up with these tall men? You huffed at the thought. 

You wave goodbye to the cafe team and walk towards Nanami’s office. You weren’t necessarily eager to see him, but you always got his cup of coffee no matter what. Even with your feelings in a rut, he was still the best boss you’ve been under. Although, if Shoko heard that, she’d throw quite the tantrum. She is the head of the Sales department, and you were under her before you were transferred to Finance. You were humored by your thoughts, which were quickly interrupted when Tae offered you a cup. 

“The hot chocolate you requested,” Tae hums with glee. 

“Ah, thank goodness,” you sigh in relief, taking the hot coffee from his hand. You wrap both hands around it, relishing in its warmth. You bring it up to your cheek, warming up part of your face. “It’s great, thank you so much.” 

Tae chuckles at you, “you haven’t even tried it.” 

“There was a reason my boss wanted to hire you,” you begin, putting the cup away from you before you burn yourself. “I have no doubt that this will be the most delicious hot chocolate I’ll ever have.” 

“You two… are extremely kind,” Tae hums quietly, “I don’t mean to be so sentimental, especially as we’re still just strangers, but taking this job feels like the best choice I’ve made in a while.” 

You smile warmly at him, “well, I’m glad! My boss really appreciates your craftsmanship and figured it would be best utilized here.” 

Tae smiles from the flattery, “is there only one cafe in this whole company?” 

“Oh goodness, no, this building and its staff is way too big for that,” you immediately point out, “there’s a cafe on every floor here. We weren’t hiring for another barista until my boss decided he wanted you in our department.” 

Tae looks over at you, a light pink hue on his cheeks, “is that so? There’s so many really good baritas in this city– I’m just some guy.” 

You shrug, “we’re all just some people. But of all the cups of coffee we’ve had, you make it the best.” 

“Well, I’m very grateful,” Tae hums, “everything about this place is so much better than my last job. I can finally do more.” 

You could feel your heart warm from his words. You could see the relief and calmness in his expression. Whenever you went to retrieve Nanami’s usual cup of joe, Tae would be practically muted as he would focus on his orders. But never within his business has he ever made a bad drink. 

“Well, thank you for making such delicious drinks,” you chime, “not to intimidate you, but the President of this company also works from this floor. So you will see him fairly often.”

“Ah well,” he brings a hand to the back of his neck. You notice he pushes his little braid a bit. “I’ll do my best.” 

Before the two of you could continue, Haibara runs out from Nanami’s office. His usual lively eyes were hanging low, a hand covering his forehead in stress. His usual pulled down hair was up and pointed every which way. You could only imagine how many times he’s passed his fingers through his hair without fixing it back. You rush over to him, with Tae right behind you while still careful with Nanami’s coffee. 

“Haibara?” Worry escapes your tongue. “What’s wrong?” 

“Please tell me you have his coffee,” Haibara murmurs. He holds your shoulders, fear in his half-closed eyes. “Please tell me that’s why you’re here.” 

You nod, gesturing to Tae, “I had asked Tae, the barista he just hired, to come bring him his usual morning cup.” 

Haibara looks over at Tae, putting a hand out to shake it, “it’s very nice to meet you, thank you for your service.” You kindly take the cup of coffee from Tae’s hand and grin over at him. Tae could only smile back while Haibara shook his hand with purpose. 

“Is… Nanami okay?” You quickly ask, looking over at Nanami’s now closed door. 

Haibara lets go of Tae and shakes his head, “he’s over the edge. Takada shacho sent a few of his assistants to help out as we host our clients for the next few days. They’re lovely, but they don’t know Nanami…” 

Is that right… You let out a sigh. Whenever something doesn’t go Nanami’s way, he can become agitated beyond approach. But, it was a little annoying for him to pass off your help during this client visit, only to get assigned other assistants to help instead. “Did they not get him his usual coffee?” 

“Y/N, they don’t know what he usually gets,” Haibara points out. 

“Did he not tell them?” 

“He conveniently forgot how he likes it made.” 

Rolling your eyes, you turn over to Tae with a sympathetic smile, “I’m sorry, Tae. Let me introduce you to him another day. I wouldn’t want you to meet him during his… less ideal moments.”

Tae understood the situation well and curtly bowed to both you and Haibara, “I hope this coffee helps. It was nice to meet you, Haibara-kun, and thank you, Y/N-san.” You gave him silent gratitude when you lifted both drinks and nodded at his departure. Tae lingered his stare at you for a few more moments before going back to the cafe. 

“Is he the one that makes Nanami’s coffee?” Haibara hums curiously. 

“That is him, yes.” 

Haibara squints at Tae before he disappears from view. He looks back at you, noticing the confused expression on your face. He could tell you were curious about his question, and reaction, but Haibara was quick to bring back the topic at hand. “Please come into his office.” 

You kindly knock on the door, and receive an irritated response, “who is it?” 

“It’s Y/N,” you call from behind his door, “I have your cup of coffee.”

Immediately, the door opened, and Nanami rushed from his desk to meet you at the doorway. In the corners of your eyes, you could see the assistant standing at the sides of his office. They looked straight at one another, with hands attached in the front of their waists. 

But, Nanami’s relieved face distracts you from the suddenly filled office. Though he looked well kept and groomed, you could tell he was off. Exhaustion defined his eyes, those hazel orbs not being able to stand out from his sunken circles. A vein protrudes from his temple, almost beckoning for a headache to start. He smiles down at you, almost like you were the greatest thing to happen this morning. 

“Is that my…” he begins, his voice low and hoarse. 

You offer him the coffee, which he immediately takes a whiff before taking a desperate swig. In seconds, he practically gulps it down, both you and Haibara jumping from how bold he was. The coffee was piping hot still, despite it being done just a few minutes ago. A stream of coffee begins to go down the end of his lips, slowly making its way to his chiseled chin. 

As he finishes the cup, you fish out a napkin from your back pocket. You kindly take the finished cup of coffee in exchange for your napkin. He graciously takes it, patting his mouth dry with no trace of coffee to be seen. It was like magic, the way life returned to Nanami’s eyes and body. 

“Truly, what would I do without you, Y/N,” Nanami hums. Even his tone was more at ease. “Thank you very much for bringing me that cup, you really didn’t have to, considering what I asked of you during this time.” 

Peeking over his shoulder, you could see over 12 cups of coffee on his desk. Unknown to you, only a sip has been taken from all of them. “I’m still your assistant, even if I’m currently inactive. Besides, it’s already a habit that I get your morning coffee.” 

“Please, if you can,” he rushes back to his desk to come back with a notepad and a pen, “write down exactly what you ask for when you get my coffee. I’ll have the girls here memorize it so they can bring it for me from now on.” 

You look at him, hesitant about his words, “it’s only until Wednesday, no? There’s no need for them to memorize something that takes me only a few minutes to get for you.” 

“Speaking of, ladies,” he calls to them without leaving his gaze from you. “Can you fetch me the documents from the printer? They should have my name on it all– it’s 100 pages or so.” The assistants nod before walking past the both of you. You could swear they had malice in their intent when they grinned at you. “Anyhow, the reason I’d like for them to memorize it is only in the case that this might extend past the 3 days I set.” 

“Can I ask about that?” You gestured to the spots where the assistants just were. “You told me that I would not be needed for the next few days due to confidentiality reasons. But they’re here– why is that?” 

Nanami stayed quiet for a moment. While gathering his thoughts, you take a sip of the hot chocolate that Tae prepared for you. The delicatably, chocolatey drink greets your tongue kindly, the deliciously sweet taste enhanced by cinnamon and clove that was added. You smile subconsciously, content at its inviting taste and warmth. 

“Did you hear me, Y/N?” 

“A-ah, no, m’sorry!” You exclaim. Your admiration for the hot chocolate completely deafened you from Nanami’s explanation. Which was a first, considering you’d listen to Nanami talk your ear off about stocks and the ever changing currencies of different countries. “Please, repeat that.” 

“They are tenured assistants of Takada shacho,” Nanami says simply, “it is critical to have assistants that know how to host clients, ensuring our space is comfortable and catered to them. Which, speaking of.” He looks up at Haibara, “our clients should be here any minute– please head downstairs and meet with them.” 

“On it,” Haibara replies. Before he leaves, he subtly gives you a poke on your back, a weak attempt to ease you. 

You walk over to Nanami’s trash and toss the two cups away, silently collecting your thoughts. “So, what I’m understanding is I couldn’t be guided to do the same thing?” 

“It is your first year as my assistant, Y/N,” Nanami explains. “And these clients were sudden. There was no time to show you, nor did I want to bombard you with something like this.” 

“But I’m your assistant,” you urge, “it is my job to do what you need me to do.” 

“That’s right,” Nanami points out, “and what I need you to do is continue carrying out work independently under Haibara’s guidance. Do not worry about fetching me my morning coffee. Write down the order and I’ll end them the email.”

Reluctantly, you scribble down the order on a note and hand it to him. It’s not fair. You understood that he would be hosting these clients and wouldn’t be able to actively be your supervisor as his hands would be completely full. But to instead accept other assistants to do your work and beyond that was obscene. Sure, you weren't tenured, but there was a reason why you were transferred from Sales to Finance. There was a reason why you were praised so often. Nanami used to jokingly worry about you potentially being transferred to another department as he’s become comfortable with your work aptitude. 

But, in this moment, you try to remind yourself of Haibara’s words. Nanami never wanted a female assistant until you came along. You worked hard to prove yourself as someone dependable at this job, and that has yet to go wrong. And… you were sure Nanami wasn’t doing all of this because he didn’t believe in you. He didn’t want to overwhelm you, and that is a very considerate gesture. 

Right? 

“Understood,” you say sternly, “good luck with everything. I know everything is going to go well. I’ll take my leave now, Nanami kacho.” 

Once again, another unsettled stare from Nanami comes through. You turned around quickly to go back to your desk, but you felt a hand cup your shoulder. Turning around a bit, you widen your eyes to see Nanami right behind you. He quickly lets you go when you turn around to face him completely. His cheeks were lightly painted with hues of pink, hazel eyes frantically looking to not meet your own. 

“Y/N, before you go, I’d like to ask you about something.”

Before Nanami could continue his inquiry, he saw Haibara coming down the hallway from the elevators. Several men with suits followed right behind him, pitting nerves into Nanami’s stomach. You turn around to look as well, quickly making yourself disappear as you rush back to your desk. Nanami looks at your distant figure lamentably before looking towards his clients with a wide smile. 

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♡ 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

[storiesofsvu]

Solace

Rita Calhoun x reader warnings: language, brief mention of svu style angst, smut, dirty talk, thigh riding. sub!rita

Rita was home late, later than usual and much later than she had intended when she originally left her office. It was only supposed to be a drink, maybe two while she vented to Elana about the bullshit direction her case was going but one thing always led to another and this time that meant nearly finishing a bottle of wine. Normally these evenings were spent complaining about how annoying her client was, how stupid they were when they thought they were a genius, how the only reason they were on her client list in the first place was daddy’s money. Tonight it was the complete opposite, she’d taken a pro-bono, suggested through Rafael for an incredibly tricky case where she knew that her client was innocent, that they didn’t deserve suffering through a trial much less the prison time they were likely now facing. It was rare that she felt this defeated, that things didn’t feel right and it was eating away at her from the inside out.

The only light left on in the kitchen was the one above the stove, the living room dark and she felt a pang of guilt wash through her at the thought of you waiting up for her. A sliver of light shone down the hallway from the ajar bedroom door, soft music wafting through the air and she took a breath of relief, at least you weren’t already asleep. Nudging the bedroom door open she caught you coming back from the en-suite in a pair of thin beige joggers and a tank you usually slept in.

“Hey.” You greeted with a warm smile, making your way over to her your hand braced on her elbow you leant in, pressing a tender kiss to her cheek and Rita felt the warmth soothe through her veins at the touch.

“I’m sorry I’m so late.”

“It’s alright.” You squeezed at her elbow, “you’ve had a rough week.” You took the blazer folded over her arm, adding it to the dry cleaning pile in the walk in, “did you eat?”

There was a slight pause, “does a salad count?”

You popped back into the room with a brow raised and Rita knew she was already caught, “not if the salad was made up of fermented grapes.”

She let out a soft sigh, stepping out of her shoes and moving through the room to take out her earrings, “fine.”

“Are you hungry?”

“Not really.”

“Am I going to wake up to you nearly burning the house down at three in the morning?”

“They have delivery apps for that.” She nearly scowled, looking at you through the mirror and you laughed, wrapping your arms around her from behind.

“Well… if you don’t want food… and you’ve already had something to drink…” your lips brushed against her neck once, twice, “I can think of something else that might make you feel better?”

“Darling…” she sighed, her shoulders sinking at the thought of disappointing you after leaving you hanging all evening, “I just really don’t have the energy—”

“Who said anything about you having to do anything?” You asked, a gleam in your eye as your hands moved to her hips and turned her around to face you, “you’ve had a long week.” Leaning in, you kissed her softly, your lips brushing against hers as you spoke, “let me take care of you, hmm?” Your hands began tugging at the hem of her shirt, untucking it from her skirt so you had access to her skin underneath the fabric as you leant in again, kissing her gently. She let out a soft sigh into the kiss, her arms instinctively wrapping around your shoulders as she melted into your embrace, feeling a tingling starting under her skin, her head already beginning to get fuzzy.

“I do suppose that might help.” She murmured.

“I thought so.”

You playfully nipped at her lower lip before kissing her again, letting her relax into the embrace as your hands slid under her blouse, cold fingers running paths on her heated skin. She sighed into the kiss and you took the opportunity to slide your tongue into her mouth, gracefully rolling along with hers. When your hands crept upwards, gently pawing at her chest she let out a soft moan, her body melting even more into your arms.

“That’s it baby.” You cooed, your lips kissing across her jawline, finger curling under her chin to tilt her head away from you so you could trail kisses down her neck. “Just relax for me. You deserve it.”

When you nipped at her neck she let out a quiet hiss and you couldn’t help but chuckle against her skin, your hands tugging her shirt over her head before tossing it in the direction of the laundry. Her bra was quick to join it, her nipples hardening in the cool bedroom air as you kissed her again, tongue immediately slinking into her mouth. Your hands found her hips, backing her up until her back hit the wall and she let out a small ‘oof’ into the kiss, your lips curving up into a grin at the noise. You tugged on her skirt, yanking it upwards until you could feel the hem of it and you were able to bunch it up around her waist.

“Think we can get rid of these.” You murmured as your fingers slipped into the waistband of her panties, tugging them down her legs and she was quick to kick them off, her hands grasping at you to pull you back into another kiss.

Your hands slid up her body, cupping her chest, thumbs rubbing back and fourth over her nipples before pinching them. Rita broke the kiss with a gasp, her head dropping back against the wall and her hips rolling toward your body. Rather than walking her to the bed like she expected, you slotted a leg between hers, nudging your knee right against the wall so her bare cunt was right on your pant leg.

“Someone’s getting antsy…Go on, ride my thigh.”

“Fuck.” She muttered, her hands bracing on your shoulders as she ground down onto your leg, letting out a whimper as her pussy dragged across your thigh.

“That’s it,” you murmured, placing a kiss right under her ear, “grind that pretty pussy on me, I know you want to.”

Rita groaned softly, her arms tightening around your shoulders as one of your hands slunk up her body to pinch and toy with her chest again. Your lips made a home in the crook of her neck, alternating between biting, sucking and kissing at her supple skin. A shuddering breath escaped from the back of her throat when her clit pressed down onto your thigh, her body shivering as tingles started moving through her. She had already completely forgotten about work, the stressors beginning to melt away from her body the moment your lips touched her. She could feel the tension she’d been holding all week dissipating, dripping away all the way from her head to her toes to be replaced with tiny bursts of fireworks as pleasure took over her only thought process. The lazy roll of her hips was just enough to get her going, her pussy beginning to flutter around nothing as you nudged your leg harder against her.

“C’mon baby, let go. I wanna hear you, you can get louder, can’t you?” You pinched her nipples as you spoke, pulling a low swear from her before one of your hands ran down her side, wrapping around her hip and you began to guide her.

“Oh god..”

“That’s it.” You purred, nipping at her earlobe, your hand guiding her faster as you flexed your thigh, pushing her harder down onto it and she moaned again. “You like that? Hmm?” Your lips brushed against her skin, “that feel good?”

“Mmhmm.” She did her best to nod as her pulsing clit brushed against your leg, her thighs trembling around you.

“You’re so good for me.” Your thumb brushed over her nipple, flicking gently at it, “so good to me. Need to make sure you relax more often, you’re too stressed.” Your hand pressed her down onto your thigh with more pressure and she groaned right into your ear, her fingers clawing at the fabric of your shirt. “Need to play with that pretty pussy more often, don’t I? I bet you’d like that. Already struggle to keep my hands off of you, may as well play with these perfect tits before even getting out of bed.” You enunciated your words by squeezing at her chest, rolling her nipple between your finger and thumb. “Could probably start fingering you in the shower, make you nice and relaxed to start your day off? Hmm?” Your teeth scraped against the column of her neck and Rita ground down onto your thigh, her hips rocking faster now as your words egged her on.

“Fuck…”

“Yeah, I think I’d like that too, feeling your warm pussy wrapped around my fingers, always so fuckin’ wet for me, dripping down my wrist as you squeeze around me.”

Rita’s whimpering grew louder and more frequent, she could feel the wetness between her legs growing with each time you spoke, juices no doubt smearing all over your pants as she rode your thigh. Her cunt pulsed, clit swollen and needy and she had to angle her hips perfectly to get it to grind against your leg. She was starting to lose her breath, caught up in the dirty things you were saying and the pleasure coursing through her entire body. She felt a flame burning inside her, prickling under her skin as your hands toyed with her body in the utterly perfect way, you always knew the exact places to touch her to make her come completely undone.

“Course, I couldn’t let you leave the house without getting my mouth on you.” You husked and she could practically hear the smirk in your voice, her body shuddering at the thought.

“Oh god… fuck..”

“Catch you right before you’re out the door, pin you to the wall just like this.” Your thigh surged up, pressing hard against her cunt and she cried out, her body trembling in your arms, “skirts give me such good access. Just have to pull those pretty lace panties to the side and have my way with you. Be so nice to have the taste of you on my lips for the rest of the day.”

“Darling…” she panted and your hand wound around her body, cupping at her ass, squeezing hard as you urged her to move faster, “oh god…”

“I know you’re close.” You murmured, pressing kisses along her neck, nosing at her jaw to try and gain what little attention left you could, “let go for me baby. I wanna see you come.”

Rita’s nails began to dig into your back as breathless whimpers escaped her lips, her hips rolling faster and harder against your leg, guided by you, urging her on, sweet nothings whispered right into her ear as she buried herself into the crook of your neck. Heat pulsed through her, exploding in her core as she cried out, her pussy clenching down, pulsing harder than she’d expected as she hit her peak. Her head dropped back against the wall, her lips parting as she panted, her body slowly decompressed. Your hand continued to guide her hips, rocking her gently across your thigh, each drag slower and lighter than the one before.

“That’s it gorgeous.” You placed a kiss on her collarbone, your lips making a pathway up her neck until you captured her lips in a small, breathless kiss, “you’re so pretty when you’re coming for me.” Your hand cupped at her cheek while you kissed her again quickly, your thumb rubbing across her skin soothingly.

Finally your hand dropped from her ass, your knee falling from the wall to let your leg relax and your warms wound around her waist, making sure she was stable on her legs as you kissed her again.

“Christ.” She muttered, pulling a small laugh from you.

“I’ll say.” You pinched gently at her sides, guiding her gaze down towards your pant leg, “look at the mess you made.”

Rita felt a flush of heat surge into her cheeks when her eyes landed on the soaked patch of the fabric, a nearly embarrassed chuckle leaving her lips. “Sorry.”

“No need.” You laughed, leaning in to kiss her cheek, winding an arm around her waist, “seems like you really needed to get off, and I was gonna wear shorts to bed anyways.”

“Thank you.” She replied with a very satisfied sigh, finally reaching behind herself to unzip her skirt, stepping out of it as she scooped up the other pieces of discarded clothing.

“Feeling better?” You asked, following her into the walk in to swap your stained pants to a pair of shorts.

“Much.” She smiled softly at you, pulling a robe from the closet to wrap around herself and you couldn’t help but laugh as her stomach let out a growl.

“Sounds like someone worked up an appetite.” You teased, prodding at her side and she scoffed at you, “why don’t you hop in the shower and I’ll put in for some takeout.”

“Sounds perfect.” She leant in, kissing you gently as she squeezed at your hand, a look in her eyes that you knew all too well, “I love you.”

“I love you more.”

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[seat-safety-switch]

Sometimes, when I'm feeling flush, I like to go to this little restaurant near me. It's a sushi joint, and in my part of the world that always has to come with some additional kitsch. For this restaurant, it's "bullet train sushi." You order on a little iPad, and then a train comes out of the kitchen, bringing your sushi behind it. Clean. Efficient. Antithetical to my morals and values.

See, I'm from North America. In case you're unfamiliar, it's very popular these days. You can find it on the north end of America on any map, except for that weird one that is about Pangaea. One thing we love in North America is cars. We spend a couple of hours stuck in one so we can go to an office we hate, then spend a couple of hours going home so we can spend a few more hours taking our kids to a soccer game. If we had a train, then we'd be able to do things like check our text messages without running over a pedestrian.

Being presented with this totally viable transportation alternative, albeit in miniature and towing little pieces of raw fish behind it, troubles the mind. If we had made better choices, put monopolists to the torch, could we have a utopian society where you order things on a little iPad and then gleamingly efficient tubes fly you out of the kitchen and into a glorious new world? I love the food, but I hate the frantic cold sweats it gives me as I ponder an alternative civilization that doesn't care quite so much about heated steering wheels. That's why I had to do something.

Welcome to Switch's Highway of Sushi – the only sushi restaurant in town that's sponsored by General Motors Corporation. Here, each table is actually a fully-equipped Chevrolet Blazer. Diners are commanded to get their own goddamn food the way our forefathers once did: in four-wheel-drive. The eight-storey parking garage in which the restaurant is housed features many stalls, containing highly trained chefs making delicious food that's just a complex parking job in tight confines away.

Sure, it makes the restaurant fairly space-inefficient having to make room for sixty 6000-pound SUVs. Our insurance is through the fucking roof because our customers keep backing over the waiters and their own families (why not look at the award-winning ClearView Surround Backup Camera, idiots?) And the air quality inside the place could be defined as "not great," even with the really expensive oven vent hoods you get at the restaurant supply store.

All this doesn't matter. Freedom is what matters. The freedom to not have to occupy the same space as any other member of your civilization, unless you are currently backing over them because you forgot to check the backup camera again. Come on, table four. If you're going to keep this up all night, we might think about giving you some demerits.

[xioterep-art]

New POV! I got the idea all thanks to this playlist!

POV: you shock Scaramouche with your sudden dominance.. || 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ♡

Bossy Scaramouche x obedient Subordinate Reader (what he thought)

Trigger warning: suggestive themes, violence, curses, slight nsfw (suggestive), bullying, dom reader.

Disclaimer: the art is not mine, it belongs to たなみ on pixiv!

You were the most obedient subordinate he could ever have, which was annoying him for some unknown reason. He finally got a brainless idiot human at his disposition, yet why was he so unsatisfied? Scaramouche couldn't understand the reason behind this. All he had to do was look at your dumb facial expression, and he would sigh deeply with his usual gloomy frown.

As usual, Scaramouche was sitting in his assigned office, working on some paperwork when you entered with some rapport in your hands, that dumb smile as always was on your face. Avoiding to look at your face, Scaramouche didn't want to get irritated more as he was already, all because of that arrogant bastard, Dottore.

"My lord, here's the rapport you asked for," you said quietly as you walked to his side. Humphing in response, he does not raise his head to look at you, and as his loyal subject, you understand very well what he wants. All he needed was to think, and you would already take action. From an outsider's perspective, it would look as if you two were communicating using telepathy.

Putting the rapport at his side, you stood silently next to him as you waited for an order, which was weird knowing that you were that talkative and annoying type of person who even in front of Lord Scaramouche would not shut up.

Scaramouche kept working without giving the order to leave. As he ignored your presence, you kept your mouth shut as you were strangely in a bad mood. Usually, when you are in his presence you seem to forget all your problems, yet, today, you feel annoyed, and it even surprised you.

Frowning slightly, you kept your posture straight, neither moving at all nor looking at what the sixth was doing. Just when you were minding your own business for the first time, you suddenly heard a sneer escaping his beautiful mouth that made you finally glance his way.

"This bastard! I am going to fucking kill him someday!" The Balladeer roared angrily. He is most likely talking about the second again, you assumed unfazed as you calmly stared at the scene of Scaramouche throwing things to the other side of the room.

You sigh softly with a smile that wasn't a smile, "quell down your anger, my lord..." You said as you walked up to the mess created by the almighty Balladeer and reached to clean it.

As you finished the cleaning, you stood up with the pile of papers in your hands when you suddenly felt a sharp pain in your forehead and soon enough you felt the hot red liquid sliding down your cheek. You froze while looking straight into Scaramouche's eyes. The pain became slightly unbearable as you squinted your eyes when the sixth lord stood up and walked up to you angrily.

"Put that shit away and fucking scram, stupid monkey!" He said as he kicked your side, venting his anger on you.

Now, you must admit that this got on your damn nerves. To be his stepstone every time someone messes with him is fucking annoying. Usually, you would take on his wrath gladly, yet this time you didn't feel like it.

What about you? Can't you feel anger or vent it? You don't even know what was wrong with you.

Snapping back to reality, you saw his hand flying towards you. He was about to push you but you grabbed it firmly, unfazed when your eyes met his deadliest glare.

"Fucking let go, now!" He articulates slowly, clearly pissed off. "No," You simply answered, which left him stunned for a moment.

Feeling the air becoming static, you sneered as you pushed him violently onto the desk. A loud noise was heard when he came in contact with the hard material, earning him a loud groan.

This completely took him off guard. His obedient dog was biting back! He couldn't believe that. Gasping slightly, he felt pain in his right side as it dumped into the edge of his desk.

That sure was painful.

Wanting to face you again, he put a hand on the desk for support, and as he was about to turn towards you, he was again being pushed against the flat surface.

Not understanding what was happening to him, he suddenly had to face you as you were looking down at him, sending shivers down his spine.

The way you looked at him left him breathless. This mean version of you was new to him. he had never seen this side of you, nor did he even give it a chance in his imagination.

The sixth Harbinger's stunned expression soon turned into anger, "what the hell you are doing?" he yelled, trying to push you aside, and of course, you were not budging at all.

You were a strong and talented Dendro swordsman recruited by the Fatui a long time ago, and you were assigned to Scaramouche on the first day since then you have taken all his anger and snarky attitude. Sometimes, he would treat you even worse than shit if you commit the slightest mistake, while some other times, he would act as if you did not exist.

If it wasn't for the admiration you held for him, you would have long ago snapped. Just like now.

You were between his legs with him pinned by you on the desk, one of your hands next to his head with your eyes squinted and a frown on your face as you kept looking at him intensely, stealing away his words.

Feeling the energy shift in the air, Scaramouche gasped as he felt something rolling around his wrists. It was your Dendro ability. Trying to fight back, Scaramouche squirmed under you yet the roots violently pinned both his wrists above his head in response.

"You are annoying, my lord," You said softly as you kept looking at him, "let go of me! you fucking dog!" He snaps back.

You chuckle as that free hand of yours caresses his white soft-looking cheek, "My lord is the prettiest, " you compliment him, "what a shame that such a beauty has a sharp and nasty temper..." You ease up the frown on your face as you lean more toward him, a dangerous glint in your eyes.

"W- What is wrong with you? back off!" He yells again, squirming around, his face flustered while looking away.

"You could've used your Electro power to stop me, Lord," you chuckled sarcastically, your breath now mixed with his, "I had enough of this, you see..." You vented as you bit his lower lip.

The frozen Scaramouche widened his eyes. The Balladeer seemed to forget how powerful he was and only used his legs to kick you off of him, his face blushing wildly.

Not letting go of his lower lip, you grabbed one of his flying legs and secured it by putting it over your shoulder.

"I think that lord Scaramouche needs some punishment, right?" You whisper in his ear in a dangerous tone, not caring anymore about the consequences to come.

[cheemscakecat]

How each Tf2 merc would act if they were alone at Fazbear’s Frights.

Inspired by watching FNAF vs Tf2 Ep 2 [go watch it]

Engineer:

>Ignores the phone call. Fixes the faulty ventilation and security system in like 15 minutes [if it even takes that long]

>Notices Springtrap moving on the cameras as he’s double checking that he fixed them.

>Builds an Engineer nest out of whatever was in his toolbox +the box in the security office.

>Ignores the hallucinations after the first one.

>Springtrap gets gunned down by a sentry in the doorway to the office. Alternatively, if Springtrap tries going into the office through the vent, he’ll be A. Gunned down via shotgun, or B. Tore up by a newfangled building that Engineer built inside the vent. [It depends on how much scrap Engie had to work with]

>Engineer proceeds to leave Fazbear’s fright now that the danger has passed.

Sniper:

>Ignores the phone call. Uses the security panel out of curiosity and notices Springtrap move.

>Decides to make a blockage in the vent using the box of old parts in the office. That’ll slow the “buggering old mold rabbit” down and make a commotion if he goes that way.

>Aims the rifle at the doorway, with the Kukri ready in case Springtrap tries to get in through the vent.

>Tries to slash one of the hallucinations, realizes it’s a hallucination, and proceeds to ignore them in favor of watching for Springtrap.

>Springtrap is shot in the knees and then chest as he tries to come through the doorway. If that isn’t enough to “kill” him, Sniper will proceed to slash him up with the Kukri. The fight goes about the same if Springtrap comes through the vent, but Sniper will probably lead with the Kukri to gain some distance before aiming with the rifle.

>Sniper makes sure to saturate Springtrap in pee before leaving Fazbear’s Fright and drinking in the clean night air.

Soldier:

>Listens to the phone call until he decides the caller is a hippie and hangs up. [Approximately 2 seconds]

>Messes around with the security cameras until he sees Springtrap move.

>Decides to leave the office because he doesn’t respect hippie instructions, or the faulty security panel.

>Soldier proceeds to lob grenades and crockets at each of the hallucinations. The structural integrity of the building is questionable, and there’s smoke and rubble everywhere.

>Springtrap tries to sneak up on Soldier in the smoke and kill him, but is thwarted by the fact that Soldier is built different. He doesn’t do nearly as much damage as hoped.

>Soldier either wrecks Springtrap with a grenade/crocket, or decides to get naked and beat him up. Springtrap ends up “dead” either way.

>Soldier leaves the building, which only crumbles after he leaves because funny.

Heavy:

>Listens to the phone call while also tapping on the security panel to see how it works.

>Notices Springtrap moving on the camera.

>Decides to get Sasha and leave the office to investigate.

>Jumps at one of the hallucinations before realizing it’s not real and proceeding on his way.

>Springtrap sits down at his spot and pretends not to be alive, hoping Heavy will be dumb enough to get close so he has a shot to bite him.

>Heavy shoots Springtrap with Sasha to see if he’s a hallucination/real “zombie cartoon”/a disguised Spy. Springtrap reacts to the pain and gets properly gunned down.

>Heavy decides to take the Freddy prop head as a souvenir and leaves Fazbear’s Fright.

>The prop head turns out to be haunted, but that was expected. After passing hands on the team for a while, Pyro ends up keeping the mask and having tea parties with it.

Scout:

>Tries to talk with the guy on the phone before realizing it’s a recording and giving up.

>Messes around with the security system, but gets bored of the camera before Springtrap moves.

>Decides to root through the box of props in the office just to see if there’s anything cool/interesting in it.

>Gets spooked by a hallucination while he’s playing with old props.

>Checks the camera again. Springtrap has moved.

>Panic

>Remembers he has a gun and a metal baseball bat.

>Remembers he has bonk.

>Scout drinks the bonk and bolts for the exit. The door is locked, so he starts trying to break it down with his body/the bat.

>Springtrap arrives, acting extra spooky because he assumes Scout is nothing more than a scaredy-cat man-child. And as someone who literally targeted defenseless children, scaredy-cat man-children are the next best thing. [William is pathetic fr]

>Scout responds by pulling out his gun and unloading every bullet into Springtrap’s chest and face. He then starts beating the everloving tar out of the ”weird freakin sewer rabbit” with the bat until it stops moving.

>Scout decides to run through the building so he can find the freaking keys. Once he finds them he leaves as soon as humanly possible.

Pyro:

>Listens to the phone, realizes it’s not Ms Pauling, and stops listening.

>Dumps out the box in the office, takes all the cute masks and desk toys, and wanders out into the attraction.

>Wanders through the attraction and plays with the props, hallucinations spring up to try and scare him. But he just waves and acts happy to see them.

>Springtrap, watching from afar, decides to trick this overgrown child like he tricked so many real kids all those years ago. After all, if this strange masked man-child is so keen on the hallucinations, it must mean he’ll look like a friendly rabbit again.

>Pyro stops frolicking as Springtrap comes up and tries to act nice. At first, Springtrap assumes he must just be surprised, but the seconds drag on and he is still just standing there, motionless.

>Pyro pulls out his axe and starts charging at “the bad man”. Springtrap tries to run away, but finds himself in a dead end.

>Springtrap is cut up with the axe and then set on fire.

>Pyro leaves the flaming building with arms full of old masks and toys.

Demoman:

>Answers phone, then hangs up and looks through the security panel.

>Doesn’t notice Springtrap moving and closes the camera.

>Starts drinking whatever alcohol he has with him.

>Gets spooked by a hallucination. Decides to look back at the cameras for other supernatural happenings.

>Notices Springtrap. Gets annoyed.

>Leaves bombs in the doorway and the vent, stands far enough away to avoid the explosions.

>Springtrap walks into bombs and explodes into chunks. Demoman realizes the air is getting too thick soon after and leaves the building.

Spy:

>Answers phone but gets annoyed listening to the phone guy’s voice and hangs up.

>Looks through the security panel and runs the ventilation because the building reeks of mildew and mold.

>Ventilation system breaks immediately afterwards. Gets annoyed and decides not to even try lighting a cigarette.

>Looks through the security cams and notices Springtrap moving.

>Decides that getting “Black mold mascot” material on his gloves, much less suit, is off the table. There will be no backstabbing this thing.

>Turns invisible with the revolver in hand. Creeps out into the attraction.

>Hallucinations appear but don’t get a reaction because he’s trained himself to be quiet. Hallucinations decide he’s no fun and give up.

>Sneaks up to Springtrap, identifies the smell of rotting meat and realizes there’s a zombie in the costume.

>Springtrap is shot in the exposed hole in his back and then in the head. Spy unloads all of the bullets in the revolver just to make sure this thing stays down.

>Spy leaves Fazbear’s Fright, making sure to get far away before attempting to light a cigarette. He decides to go into the nearest gas station to wash up, because the feeling of having Fazbear corpse air stuck to you is worse than a badly cleaned men’s room.

Medic:

>Answers phone, gets bored and then hangs up.

>Plays with the security system and notices Springtrap moving on the camera.

>Interest piqued, he leaves the office to go investigate.

>Springtrap gets knocked out with a tranquilizer dart and wakes up in the security office.

>The security panel has been strapped to Springtrap’s chest and allows him to talk via text. Medic asks how he became a zombie glued to the costume out of genuine curiosity.

>Springtrap decides Medic must be equally evil as him and proudly reveals that he’s a child murderer.

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>William wakes up in Hell. Medic sold his soul to the devil to make sure he stayed in the ground.

>Medic leaves Fazbear’s fright and walks to the nearest bar so he can get out of the frightful bad mood he’s in.