#cowrokers

[skylarmoon71]

Miguel O' Hara - AU Scientist (Across the Spider-Verse) - Chapter 8 - Final

Time has given you a chance to really think about all that has happened in your life. The truth is, you lost faith in a lot of things after you lost your uncle. Then Gavin. It felt like you were being punished constantly.

But you’ve come to understand that it’s just life.

You can’t control everything.

Your eyes drift over the news report.

A bank robbery, three people died.

You could have stopped it, had you not been afraid.

“Remember sweetheart, with great power comes great responsibility. Never forget that.”

That’s what your uncle said. You were supposed to live by those words, but you’d just gotten so bitter. You decided that if life was going to screw you over, you would stop trying.

Stop helping.

Seated on your bed, your eyes are trained on the trunk placed before you. The dust that has accumulated at the top makes sense. It’s been almost five years. Reaching for the lock, you twist it, breaking the metal. The pieces drop to the floor and you stare at the navy and ruby suit.

It looks the very same as the day you first wore it.

The spider insignia has a bittersweet feeling. You wear a small smile, reminiscing on the very first time you’d completed the outfit. The feel of swinging through the streets of New York. The rush after saving a life. That genuine satisfaction of making a difference. It’s weird, but so many emotions are all rushing back. You never planned to ever touch this box again. But Spiderman…that Miguel..his words won’t leave.

Even if he was an asshole, he was right.

You have the power to keep people safe with more than just your knowledge as a scientist. But your strength as a hero.

“I had a feeling.”

You’d left the door to your room open, so you aren’t that surprised that Miguel walks right in. He moves closer, staring down at the opened trunk. The suit makes his eyes widen just a bit.

“You told me but I..I still can’t believe that you’re the vigilante. Many people speculated that you had died.”

Exactly what you hoped.

“Are you going to join him, that vigilante?”

There’s a tightness in his voice.

“I am.”

You look over, and you aren’t surprised at the fear mixed in with understanding. You realize that Miguel is essentially powerless in this situation. He can’t stop you from this decision. The look on his face, you can tell he wouldn’t even try. Because he understands. Just as much as you do.

“This time I promise, I’ll protect everything I care about.” You turn to him fully and Miguel takes your hands.

“I’ll do what I can to ensure that you keep that promise.”

You smile.

“How did I ever get so lucky?”

There was a time where you truly thought that you were cursed. Yet, when you look at Miguel, all you feel is blessed.

“I should be asking the same question.”

You move closer, and he squeezes your hand a bit tighter. Miguel leans over, the very moment that you feel the familiar tingling at the back of your head. You flinch, turning to your side. The very same portal opens, and that tall figure steps right through. The suit is a dead give away. Spiderman looks less than pleased.

“Did I interrupt something?"

“Of course you did!! What kind of moron just pops up in a woman’s room! What if I’d been changing. HUH! I know you’re from a different earth but common decency should be universal!!”

Spiderman turns his head.

“Sorry.”

Your frown deepens and you massage the bridge of your nose. If it’s one thing you don’t miss, it's the random appearances of heroes in your residence.

Miguel is still staring at his superpowered counterpart.

“This is still a bit much to take in..sorry.”

You shake your head.

“You don’t have anything to apologize for.” You assure.

Spiderman may be wearing a mask, but from his stance you can tell he’s not very patient, or pleased.

“I didn’t come here for lectures. I need your help. People are in danger and you seem to know more than any other hero in my organization. You can save people, help people. You can’t tell me that you’ll turn your back on that. I need you to see how important this is.”

You sigh.

“No need for the speech, I’m going to help.” He tilts his head, clearly not fully believing you. Especially how much you fought in your first meeting.

“You will?”

“Yes.”

“I told you, all you had to do was ask nicely.” The hologram that pops up at the side of his shoulder catches you both by surprise.

“Now isn’t the time Lyla.” He grouses.

“Artificial Intelligence..” Miguel mutters. You can already see the wheels turning in his head. The expression that he’s now wearing is just too cute. You grin.

“I can already see the equations running through your head Miguel.” He flushes when he realizes he’s been caught, adjusting his glasses a bit bashfully.

“Sorry, it’s just impressive. “

“It is.”

You agree.

“It’s weird isn’t it, you both have the same face.” Lyla is now inches away from Miguel's face, and he stares at her in interest as she takes a selfie with a filter attached. You can’t help but laugh. Despite Spiderman’s sucky attitude, it’s clear that he is indeed gifted.

“He’s kinda cute actually.” Lyla mutters.

“LYLA!”

“Hey, I’m just saying. Throw on a pair of glasses and look more innocent and boom.”

You glance over at Miguel. It’s hard to picture him with a frown 24/7.

“I’m glad you’re my Miguel.” You lean over placing a kiss on his cheeks and he blushes.

“I’m leaving.”

He turns his back and you giggle. It must be a bit awkward watching you kiss a different version of him. He tosses something over his shoulder and you catch it in your right hand. The very unusual watch is what you expect.

“I’ll be in touch.”

Hopefully he’ll give you a heads up before he appears again.

“Welcome back.”

You can’t fight the smile at the statement.

Without another word, the portal reopens and he steps back in.

Miguel looks back at you.

The future is uncertain, but maybe this time, you’ll do it all right. 

[avkamfher]

Of all the hurdles I was expecting to have to jump today, I was not expecting to have a co-worker tell me they don’t know how to fill out a spreadsheet because they don’t know how the system was implemented. Which has noting to do with what I wanted him to do but okay, I’ll do everything for you. Despite having most everything baby-man proof. You just copy and paste things from the database into the spreadsheet then send it back to me.

[kasaneteto]

VERY RARE eyeliner W from debin can i get a round of applause 😎 also my outfit rox very gnc for the work dinner

[miserye]

debating flying abck to texas for kpop boy group world tour hnmmmmm

[janeway-lover]

I need inspiration to finish this WIP so here have this

-

“Crowley, you gotta see this.”

“Hastur, if you try and show me another puddle of puke I will walk out,” he says with a sigh. They had been closed for 30 minutes, but the last table (a sorority here to kick off a bachelorette party, ugh) had only just left. 

“Nah, man, it’s not that. You remember that dude you were totally drooling over earlier?” 

“No,” he insists, although the blush on his face would prove otherwise.

“Yeah, okay. Anyway, I’m checking my receipts, right, and look at this,” he says, brandishing a receipt under Crowley’s nose. He snatches it from Hastur’s hand and holds it out to read. And then reads it again.

“Does that say fifty dollars as a tip?” Hastur nods. Holy shit. He’s hot, nice, and rich. Fuck. Crowley doesn’t have a chance with him. 

“Yep. He’s not my type, though. So when he comes back around looking for a sugar baby” - here he falters as he dodges a slap from Crowley - “I’ll make sure to send him your way.” He does not manage to dodge the second slap.

-

In which Crowley is a host at a local restaurant and Aziraphale is the new regular

[emodennis]

some context: i'm marching with my new coworkers & managers, but we work at the lgbt center and it's pride so idk how "work appropriate" it has to be

[im-tempted]

you are gods strongest soldier actually and you shoulld be allowed to kill. Or at the very least Maim

Working in customer service is like if people where legally allowed to fuck with you and you are not allowed to leave your weird little box

[lavellun]

my week in a nutshell

monday: i'm finally adopting a cat 🥰

wednesday: i'm literally losing my job 🙃

[provokedgoalie]

printed out some hockey word searches at work lol

[mysticfishphantom]

Now Im gonna post some babies from work. Theyre all adopted or at rescues or fosters now, i just dont delete things off my phone.

[ananya211]

Upscale coworking Space in Chennai, prioritize aesthetics, showcasing luxurious furnishings, stylish interiors, and ergonomic office setups that not only elevate productivity but also embody the level of professionalism aspired to by insurance agents.

[skylarmoon71]

Miguel O' Hara - AU Scientist (Across the Spider-Verse) - Extra

Miguel is proud. 

That’s the only word he can think of. 

Because whenever he watches the news and sees pictures of you swinging through New York, or rescuing civilians, he can’t help but wonder how someone so incredible could exist in this world. You’d had a rough run, yet somehow you’d mustered up the courage to do this again. 

Of course he’s proud. 

Proud to be the one standing by your side. 

Even though that’s the case he can’t help but feel a bit like a lost puppy. Because it feels like it’s been so long since he’s been able to hold you. 

Really hold you.

Which is a strange thing for him to crave because he’s always avoided physical intimacy. 

But somehow, he constantly longs to be by your side. To support you. Defend you, protect you. 

Love you.

That’s why when the both of you finally catch a free moment together he’s determined to make the most of it. Maybe dinner, a nice one. Then the both of you can watch those romantic comedies that you love so much. 

That he enjoys himself. 

He’s excited.

It feels like forever since you had a weekend to relax. 

Between your day job and your vigilante activities, your schedule is usually filled. That’s why when you make plans with Miguel you are excited. 

The minute you step through his door, you kick off your shoes. 

“I’m back!” 

You have your spider suit comfortably tucked in your duffle bag. Miguel comes from around the corner and you grin. 

“(Y/N)..” 

You know he partly expected you to cancel at the last second like you had to the last three times. 

“Since we have a chance I was thinking we could maybe watch a movie then jump in the tub and-” 

Miguel crosses the floor and kisses you. It catches you a little off guard. The strap of your bag slides down your shoulder, right onto the floor. The thud echoes, but it’s lost in the stillness of the moment. 

His kisses are hungry, and you find yourself blushing as you reciprocate. He’s trying to taste everything. Your brows knit at his neediness. It’s so rare to see him lose control like this. Miguel has always exuded golden retriever energy. He’s possibly the only man that you’ve ever thought of as just downright cute. 

Although now, you may need to add other adjectives to the list in which you describe your boyfriend. 

You don’t even realize that he’s walking you backwards until your back hits the door. You moan, and Miguel finally pulls away. 

“Sorry..” 

It’s a whisper, but he hasn’t fully pulled away. He’s leaving kisses along your neck. You close your eyes, trying your best to gather your thoughts as well as not to break the door handle that you have accidentally grabbed onto. You open your palm and slide it against the flat part of the door, finally opening your eyes. Miguel moves back, just to take in your expression. 

“I’ve missed you, more than I was willing to admit. I admire what you do. More than anything I love that you’ve decided to do something that obviously terrifies you. You’re brave, strong, intelligent, beautiful..” 

The last one is a whisper of adoration, and you swallow. You can say without a doubt that you’re freaking wet and he hasn’t even taken your clothes off yet. 

“I don’t want to be selfish. Having you to myself is more than enough but I still..want more..” 

Miguel’s hand moves to the front of your blouse. When he begins undoing the buttons, you bite your lip. You can fully understand his unease. Right now you’d like to fully reassure him. But it’s hard when he’s literally driving you crazy to the point that you can’t fully think. 

When the buttons are free, he leaves a kiss right at the center of your chest. His hands cup your mounds as he moves lower. You’re not even sure what is keeping you on your feet right now because they don’t feel steady. 

“More..” 

A kiss right at your hip. You let out a little whimper. His fingers slid to the zip of your skirt. One clean move and he’s pulling the garment down your legs, caressing your thighs. He leans in, pressing a kiss to your clothed heat and the moan that releases is impossible to hide. Miguel draws back, looking up at you. Your half lidded eyes. Shaky stance. Beautifully taunting lips..

He wants it all.

You’re scooped up into his arms. 

Nothing is said, he takes off to his room. 

~

“M-Miguel!!” 

Gripping the pillows, you can’t seem to control your moans. You’re on your stomach, and Miguel’s harsh thrusts from behind are everything that you crave. Something that you’ve noticed is that his stamina is incredible. You’re literally superhuman and you feel as though you won’t last. Because you’ve gone at it three times already. Each time seems more delicious than the last. Maybe it’s because you both haven’t had a chance to feel each like this for a little over a month. 

Cuddles and deep kisses were completely different. 

“H-Harder!!” 

He grunts, and when you feel his hands on your waist, you know he’s about to do just that. He pushes in with new determination. He’s going faster and tears prickle at the corner of your eyes at how amazing it feels. How much he seems to know your body. Obviously better than you know yourself. Because you can feel your release. He’s gotten you there everytime without fail. 

He presses his hand to the mattress, right over your own. When he links your fingers it feels like the final push to get you there. Your release rocks you right through your body, and Miguel is still thrusting, a bit clumsily now. 

The bed shifts two..three more times and you finally cave. Your body drops on the bed, completely spent. Miguel slides out of you with a strangled moan and he lays right at your side. Your breathing is terribly unsteady, and Miguel mirrors your state. You can see the slight sheen of sweat on his body, and you turn onto your back, reaching for his hand. You take it, smiling at him bashfully. 

His dark eyes meet your beautifully satisfied gaze.

“Cariño.” 

He draws closer, reaching out his free hand to push back your hair, giving you a loving smile. 

“I love you, (Y/N).” 

Your eyes water at the confession. 

“I-I love you too Miguel…s-so much..” 

You can’t help but get emotional. He understands because he feels quite the same. He just wants to hold you. Miguel pulls you closer. For a moment you bask in the warmth. 

However, when you feel something poking you between the thighs, you look down. Your cheeks heat up at his hardness. 

“What the..” 

Miguel rubs his neck bashfully.

“I..I’ve missed you.” 

Miss is an understatement. You’re starting to think that he’s the one that was bitten by a radioactive spider. 

His refractory period is ridiculous. 

“I can take care of it.” 

He says softly. He has every intention to carefully slip out and deal with the problem so he can run back and hold you. But you grab his arm before he can pull away. He’s a bit puzzled, but when you take his hand and guide it down between the sheets, he follows patiently. You press his fingers to your heat and Miguel gulps, eyes meeting your own. 

“I guess you're not the only one.” You admit.

It’s clear that neither of you have any kind of control.

[tvgals]

if sb knock me out, and i wake up, and they got them phones out, im gon shoot the ppl wit the phones 🤦‍���️

coworkers that fucked | gojo satoru x black reader

ʚĭɞೃ authors note: i have so much fics in my notes, i just have to edit them. i want to be consistent on here! i stormed this up after i read “the love hypothesis”, which is a great book! happy new year btw!

ʚĭɞೃ description/warning: 2.8k words; black fem!reader, pet names (baby,sweetheart), smut with plot, panty sniffing (i can explain), soft gojo, unprotected sex, creampie, finger fucking, dry humping, oral(f! receiving) , profanity, teacher!reader, submissive reader, tall!reader, slight degrading minors are not allowed!

when you moved to tokyo in hopes of a job at a high school as an english teacher, you didn’t think you’d get pulled into a world full of sorcerers who fight curses. none the less, you didn’t think you’d grow close enough to your coworker to end up in his bed.

when you first went onto the school's campus, you had no idea the school was full of  sorcerers. all you knew was that the school needed an english teacher, and you were an english teacher. but when you got the job, they went on to explain the origin of the school and what kind of students the school was for; you were at a loss for words. tokyo jujutsu high school gave you glasses so that you’d be able to see curses in case of danger and called it a day. if you weren’t in such need for a job, you would’ve probably declined the offer, but that wasn’t the case.

you were introduced to the staff on your first day, and that’s when you met him. you found it odd that a guy had blindfolds on his eyes indoors but didn’t think anything of it. after that first interaction, you didn’t do much but speak common greetings to each other. 

a year after you were hired as a high school teacher, you found yourself entangled with satoru gojo. it was the night of the faculty ball, and you had gotten tipsy. you were dancing to “no scrubs,"  and you felt hands wrap around your waist from behind. you continued to sway your hips as you sang the lyrics. 

as the song ended, you turned around to see who you'd been mindlessly grinding on. 

“gojo? you’ve got to be freaking kidding me." in your headhead, you went through the many ways the head of school would fire you for grinding against one of your coworkers. 

he didn’t have his usual blindfold on but he had sunglasses on. his white hair was down, and he wore an all black suit. gojo looked good, and you weren’t afraid to admit it, you might’ve had a work crush on him when you first started working with him. he could have any woman he wanted, and you knew that. women we worked with would shamelessly flirt with him at work, so you could only imagine what it was like outside of work.

you were taken aback when he drew you by your wrist towards the venue's exit. he led you to a private area away from the venue. you could see the night lights through the huge window across from where you two were standing, and you were fighting the urge to take your phone out of your purse and snap a picture.

“can i kiss you y/n?” you were shocked at his question, in your year of working at gojo paid you no mind unless it dealt with the academics of any of his students, now he was asking you to kiss him. you wondered if the faculty were playing some kind of sick joke on you, but when you looked at gojo he looked serious. the margaritas you drank earlier had you feeling bold, which led you to pull gojo by his suit and press your lips against his.

gojo’s hand found its way to your jaw while the other was wrapped around his waist, pressing your body against his. you bit his bottom lip as a way to ask for a way to his mouth,  which he granted. you tasted the fruit punch on gojo’s tongue as his tongue made contact with yours. gojo pulled away from your lips then kissed along your neck which caused the pool of wetness growing in your panties to grow even more. the lip combo you took time to put on at home was probably ruined, but it was worth it. you whimpered when gojo found your spot. you could feel him growing against you because of how close he had you pressed to his body.

gojo pulled away from your neck and admired how the moon reflected on your skin. “i’ve been wanting to do that for a while”. you shyly look away from him. “my place?” he asked as he used his finger to turn your face towards him. you were so going to regret this, but you were horny. 

“yeah.”

as you made your way through the door of gojo’s penthouse, you could tell his salary and yours differed greatly. across from the door you entered, there was a huge glass window that oversaw downtown tokyo. as you took your heels off at the door, you told gojo how beautiful his place was. he responded with a faint agreement, but when you looked towards him, he wasn’t looking at the view but at you.

he kissed you suddenly, and you wrapped your arms around his neck. with your heels, you were 6'2, but without them, you were 5’10. compared to gojo, you weren’t short, but there was a height difference. gojo broke apart from your lips to tell you to jump, and you did. your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. he smiled at you and then led you to his bedroom. when he made his way to his room, he softly dropped you on his bed. 

“you sure no one will see us through the windows?” 

“i’m sure, sweetheart,"  he replied as he began to take his blazer and collared skirt off. from the bed, gojo looked mesmerizing, hovering over you. you could tell he worked out by how toned his body was. gojo’s v-line was apparent, and you tried your best not to stare. you could see gojo’s length through his pants, and you whimpered at the thought of him inside you.

you hadn’t had a good fuck since your senior year of college, and you felt it was long overdue. gojo took his glasses off, and your brown eyes were met with the bluest eyes you had ever seen. you were captivated by how beautiful they were. as gojo made his way on top of you, you asked, “why do you hide them?” with your hand resting on his cheek. “too powerful,” he whispered. 

you connected your lips with gojo and widened your legs so he would feel more comfortable on top of you. gojo peeled the straps of your dress, which caused it to pool around your waist. gojo’s place was cold, so your nipples were hard the moment you stepped foot in his penthouse. “no bra?” he said with a sly smile. he pulled away from your lips to give your breasts some attention. you let out a loud moan when gojo’s mouth made contact with your brown nipples. you hadn’t been touched by another man in so long, and you knew you would be sensitive to his touch. he brought his hand to your other breast to play with your other nipples, which caused you to squirm under him. you could feel yourself dripping onto your panties and you wanted nothing more than for gojo to be fucking you.

“please fuck me,"  you croaked out. “patience sweetheart.” he loved the way the moonlight made your brown skin glow beneath him. 

gojo trailed kisses down your body until he was aligned with you cunt. he pulled your dress completely off of you, leaving you in just your panties. he sniffed you through your panties then began rubbing your clit through your panties. you gasped and threw your head back onto gojo’s pillow, which caused his dick to twitch. he loved hearing the different sounds you made when he touched you. “stop teasing me, gojo”

“i am not," he said in an offended tone.

finally gojo began to pull your panties off. once he got them off, he threw them across the room. you were embarrassed about how wet you got when gojo had barely done anything to you. the moonlight caused your wetness to glisten. he admired how beautiful your swollen clit looked.

“fuck y/n, you're perfect.” his pointer finger sank into your wetness, which caused you to moan. gojo glided his finger in and out of you, stretching you out each time he sank back in. “i’m gonna’ add another finger sweetheart. is that okay?”

you nodded your head, trying to keep your composure. “i need words, sweetheart.” your heart lurched in your chest at gojo’s words. “y-yes”, you let out weakly. gojo added his finger and sank his middle finger into you, and he felt you tense. you didn’t know if it was because you hadn't done this in a long time or because his fingers were big, but you couldn’t believe you were feeling this way over his fingers. you had no time to process your thoughts because gojo started swirling his thumb on your clit. 

“g-gojo too much.”

“shh relax sweetheart”

gojo continued to pump his two fingers inside of you while rubbing your clit. when he curved his fingers to reach that spongy spot, you began seeing stars. you began grinding your lower half on gojo’s fingers to intensify the feeling of him fingerfucking you. “i’m g-gonna cum, i’m gonna c-cum”. gojo felt you contracting against his fingers and took it as a sign to go faster. tears began to fall onto your cheeks ruining your makeup. your moans weren’t audible anymore; you gripped the sheets of gojo’s bed as you felt your orgasm rip through you. gojo pulled his fingers out of you and looked up at you as he licked your juices clean off his fingers. he got rose from where he was to wipe your tears from your face. “i’m sorry.” you nodded your head weakly to his apology. his hand was holding your face by your jaw then he slipped his thumb into you mouth. gojo’s eyes darkened as he watched you slowly suck on his thumb. “i love how nasty you get for me.” gojo removed his hand from your jaw then lowered himself back to your cunt.

without warning he was sliding his tongue across your entrance. you were still on a high from your first orgasm, and gojo simply didn’t seem to care. "g-gojo, stop; it's too much," you moaned, squirming uncontrollably. gojo brought one of his hands from your thighs to your abdomen to hold you down. 

gojo nuzzled his face even deeper into your entrance as he continued to lick at your clit. he brought the other hand that was holding your thigh to your entrance so he could finger you while eating you out. immediately you began pulling on gojo’s soft white hair. the pain of you grabbing onto his hair encouraged him even more to make you cum. you felt his tongue dip into your hole and you screamed.

“fuck, you taste so good,i could do this forever.” 

gojo felt your thighs closing in on his head and brought his hand down from your abdomen to widen your thighs. 

“stop fucking closing your thighs y/n” 

“s-sorry” you whined.

your back arched against gojo’s bed as he continued to go down on you. you felt your juices dripping down your butt and onto gojo’s bed.  

“don’t cum until i tell you to”

“t-that’s not fair”

gojo spat at your cunt then continued to lick at your clit. he was making this impossible. you were trying to hold your release so that you wouldn’t disobey his orders. “p-please let me cum”, you whispered. gojo ignored you, and he continued to lick at you. just as you were about to give up, gojo gave your orders to cum and you obliged. 

“good girl," he whispered as he tapped your swollen lips with his fingers, causing you to shudder. as you were collecting yourself, gojo slipped his pants off, leaving him only in his boxers. you glanced at his length while hard and wondered how that was going to fit in you. once you regained enough energy, you lifted yourself from gojo’s bed to reach for his cock. he stopped you and grabbed you, so you were sitting on top of him. his cock was brushing against your entrance through his boxers, which made you let out a soft moan. gojo began sloppily kissing you, and you wrapped your arms around his neck so you could feel closer to him. he smelled a hint of shea butter and vanilla on your skin, to which he had grown accustomed over the past year of you working at jujutsu high. as he deepened the kiss, you began to mindlessly grind on him. 

“needy slut,"  he grunted in your ear. you threw your head back at the feeling of him against your clit, but you needed more; you wanted to feel him inside of you. you hopped off of him to pull his boxers off of him. all eight inches of him sprang free, and you drooled at the sight of his pink tip dripping with pre-cum. “i’m on the pill, and if you have any diseases, im suing you for everything you've got.” gojo laughed as he watched you sink slowly onto his cock. you hissed when his tip was inside of you. you inched him into you, bit by bit, and when he was all inside, you sat on him for a moment to get accustomed to his size. gojo threw his head back against his headboard because of how wet and warm you were. he didn’t know if he was going to last with the way your cunt was gripping him.

your breasts were pressed against gojo’s chest as your face was hidden in the crook of his neck. you soon started slowly moving up and down gojo. “f-fuck y/n.” gojo’s hand found its way to your braids as he pulled a few braids back so he could see your face. “you’re so beautiful,"  he whispered. “h-how many g-girls have you told that to while fucking them?” you questioned breathlessly. he laughed softly and replied. “one.” you stared at him blankly. 

gojo grabbed a hold of your hips and began slamming you against him. “i-i can’t take it,"  you moaned. “yes, you can; you will, sweetheart," he grunted. you leaned into gojo’s chest, then bit onto his shoulder to control your moans. you heard him moaning beneath, and it was like music to your ears. you loved the fact that you can make him make those kinds of sounds. gojo dropped his hands from your hips so he could rub your clit while you rode him. “g-gojo, baby, i’m gonna’ cum.”

“satoru, it’s satoru”

you were too drunk off his cock to understand that he was trying to get you to say his name, so when you moaned out “gojo” again, he pulled his cock out of you. “what the fuck?" you screamed, staring down at him. “say my name or you’re not cumming tonight, you got that?” he said sternly. you nodded at him as he stuffed himself back into you. 

you wrapped your hand around his neck for support while you ferociously rode him. you could hear your wetness every time you slammed back on gojo. gojo could feel your walls tightening around him, meaning you were close and he wasn’t too far behind. “s-satoru, i’m cumming,"  you said meekly as you felt your juices squirting out of you. “y/n get off, im about to c-cum”, he mewled. you didn’t move an inch as you felt his cock pulsating inside of you. “f-fuck, y/n get o-off.” with your hands wrapped around his neck, and you whispered in his ear, “i want it inside, satoru.” the moment those words escaped your lips, gojo spilled himself into you. you let out a soft whine at the feeling of him filling you up. gojo pulled out of you as you watched him drip out of your cunt. your eyes began to slowly fall from how tired you were. 

“hey, you've gotta pee.”

“mmm.”, you said, bathroom,not moving an inch.

gojo scooped you up into his arms and led you to his bathroom, then sat you on his toilet. “i’ll be back im gonna’ grab you a shirt and some water, sweetheart”

you nodded your head sleepily.

gojo exited the bathroom and left you to your thoughts. once you finished wiping yourself, you sat on the toilet and waited for gojo to carry you back to bed. you felt yourself drifting off to sleep until gojo’s voice woke you up. “hey, hey, no sleeping on the toilet. i brought you a shirt; stand up so i can put it on, baby.”

you stood up and lifted your hands up so he could put his shirt on you. the shirt smelled exactly like him, and it made you smile. when you looked at gojo, he now wore sweats that hung low on his hips. “carry me pretty please,"  you asked, batting your eyelashes at him. he laughed at you once again and then carried you back to his bed. he handed you a cold glass of water, which you gulped down quickly. after gojo shut the lights out, you laid down under his covers and snuggled into his body. you already fucked him, so you thought to yourself, what more could cuddling do. as you were drifting off to sleep, you felt gojo’s lips press against your forehead, which caused you to faintly smile.

[thefabulous-mostgroovy]

my period must be coming up soon cuz there is no Way im crying over not being able to mute the discord music bot lmaooooo

[xsaintseraphx]

I wish I had a friend.

But I'm insufferable to be around with.....

[janeway-lover]

Hey, look at that, I finished it! This is the WIP I posted about yesterday, and I can't believe that actually worked.

Anthony Jay Crowley was a lot of things.

He was the type of man that mothers used to warn their daughters about in high school. He had dark red hair that no one could agree about whether it was natural or dyed. He had a tattoo below his ear. He wore all black. He never took off his sunglasses.

And most importantly, he was ready to burn this restaurant to the ground with everyone inside it.