#is this making you happy Meowmy????

[dreaminginstasis]

Margot playing with her new toy and looking very 👀 about it

[senelope]

wish i'd never met you (s. gojo x f!reader)

famous!gojo x reader ; 7.4k words ; angst / smut ; minors dni

You dream of stage lights and sold out shows. But all your voice provides are little jingles – for cat food advertisements. All of that changes – in the best and worst ways – when you meet Satoru Gojo, who owns the life you can only fantasize about. And, someone who knows a thing or two about bringing your fantasies to life.

The sky was dyed with a dusty pink hue as the sun set, and yet another work day came to a close with you frustratingly slamming your laptop closed. Yet another disappointing melody.

How were you supposed to be a famous artist if you couldn’t even finish a song first? 

And that wasn’t even the job you were at. To pay the bills, you pick up odd jobs here and there, most recently being a freelance voice actress for an up and coming organic cat food company. Meowmy! You’d screeched in a high-pitched voice until the co-founders – famous idol turned business woman Nobuko Takada, and her manager, a large man named Aoi Todo – were happy. 

“You wanna come to our surprise birthday party?” asked Nobuko at your last recording session, winking, sending the invitation to your phone, which vibrated in your back pocket. 

“Oh, happy birthday,” you said, sliding your headphones off and walking out of the recording studio.

“Not hers,” Aoi said, when you were standing beside them in the recording studio. The lights from the machines hurt your eyes; you hadn’t gotten much sleep last night trying to write new songs you hoped would either go viral or get you an agent. “It’s for my brother, Yuji.”

“Yuji Itadori?” you asked, brightening. Takada was a well known idol, so there did stand a chance that her manager was related somehow to the famous martial arts actor who was currently taking social media by storm.

Aoi brightened, making the burly man look far more approachable. “That’s him.”

“Hey,” began Nobuko, excitedly. “Weren’t you looking for a replacement performer? Since Gojo canceled at the last minute?”

You gasped at the name drop. Satoru Gojo was a media sensation – a down right superstar. Starting off as the bright center to a boy band named Honored Ones, then establishing rockstar success with his chart-topping album The Honored One announcing his solo career debut. He’d next taken the acting world by storm, and with his martial arts abilities, was also known to be Yuji Itadori’s mentor, Satoru himself having been the one who scouted him while on a trip where he also scouted the reserved Megumi Fushiguro as a soulful singer. 

But you didn’t want to give in so easily. And especially without hearing a contract mention or a price quote. You had to look after yourself alone, so you had to prioritize yourself first.

So you cleared your throat, and asked what they’d pay you. The price that Nobuko said made your eyes bulge, especially when you registered the even higher price that Aoi said immediately as Nobuku finished. She tilted her head in Aoi’s direction.

“Nevermind, then. What he said,” she said, sliding her giant designer sunglasses over her wide golden eyes. She tightened her ponytails after stretching. “We’ll send the performance money soon as you walk through Aoi’s penthouse.”

You gulped. This wasn’t the first-time the wealthiest of your clients reminded you of their overflowing pockets. “I’ll see you there. Do you want covers, or originals?”

“Hmm, I don’t know,” she said, not looking at you as she began to leave, Aoi right behind her, holding her purse and car keys. 

“Do whatever you want.” The duo left, and you decided to spend the remaining half an hour you had in the studio – it charged by the hour – on trying to record new original songs you might perform. 

But, by that time, the sun was setting and you had no worthwhile melody to show for it. 

Looks like covers it was. Oh, well. Satoru wouldn’t mind if you covered his songs, right? Plus, he wasn’t even going to be there. At least you were used to belting his songs in the shower, so not much time would go to memorizing and practicing. And it had the added bonus of having absolutely nothing to do with cat food. What more could a girl ask for?

Satoru didn’t have the bandwidth for this. His manager was talking about how he had to stop his homewrecking tendencies – in fact, keeping up with hiding them was costing them all the royalties that still came in from his debut. But how was he supposed to do that when the men and women who caught his eye just deserved his touch, regardless of what shone on their ring finger. Oh, whatever. 

“Alright, Suguru, I got it,” he said, wrinkling his nose. “You’re ruining my appetite. I needa be hungry for Yuji’s birthday bash. I gotta eat lots of it. I mean, I chose the cake personally.” He reconsidered. “Well I told Todo what to order –”

“You’re not going,” Suguru said, flipping his smartphone – the newest electric blue one of the folding line Samsung came out with in collaboration with Satoru – closed with attitude. “But I still am. It’s your punishment.”

“But I’m performing,” Satoru said, sputtering. “C’mon, Suguruuu!”

“Canceled with Todo this morning. You are going to spend your evening crafting an apology statement for sleeping with both of Jogo’s wives. His current and his ex!”

Satoru snickered. “They married him for his money anyway. I was the one gracious enough to give them some of this co–”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Suguru said, waving his hand. “You have a reputation. I don’t need you reminding the public of it so soon before the announcement! So no more fooling around. With anyone.”

Satoru felt any drop of joy he had from remembering about defiling Jogo’s ex and next disappearing. Of course, he had to be reminded of his obligations. 

When he and Suguru had been young and dumb and had signed the first contract that allowed them to break their boy band contracts and do what they wanted to do then – debut Satoru as a solo singer and Suguru as his manager. They had thought they were older and wiser – but apparently, they weren’t mature enough to think ahead to what a ten year representation contract might mean. No matter where you wanted to take your career – Satoru opening a performing arts school where he was one of the main instructors, and Suguru opening his own management studio – you couldn’t. 

But – they’d finally managed to negotiate something. The absolute last thing that Satoru wanted to do. But what choice did he have? He had to free both himself and Suguru. And besides. He’d ignore it for as long as could, until the day he couldn’t, whatever day the higher ups decided was the day of the life-altering announcement.

He pouted, trying to remove all thoughts of the horrible thing from his mind and focus on the matter at hand. 

And, as predicted, Suguru weakened. He sighed, and pinched the bridge of his nose. 

“Fine. If you finish writing the apology and get it to me by the time the party ends, you can come. No performing though, too late to change our mind. And please. I’m begging you – no scandals! The only ‘sweet’ thing your lips better be on is a frosting covered fork.” Suguru said, sounding like a tired father and a stern teacher at once.

Satoru cheered, jumping up and down while Suguru rolled his eyes and said something mean about his monkey-like-behavior. 

“I’ll shove a banana up your ass,” Satoru said, ceasing to a slow stop, but still smiling. “If you call me a monkey one more time.”

“All I said is that your fans shouldn’t go to the zoo if they’ve been to your concerts anyway,” Suguru said, smirking. 

Satoru flipped him off as he left Suguru’s office to head home. 

His media trained ass was going to have to pull out all the stops for this apology. Yippee , he thought bitterly. 

Near the end of this hard, hard work, while editing his apology statement to fit the character requirement for Twitter – Suguru required him to construct the apology in several different mediums, from a tell-all Youtube apology script to a buzzy headline for the publishing company they’d sell the letter – he thought of his canceled performance.

He’d actually been looking forward to it, but that was more so because he missed having an audience. His world tour had ended a few months ago, and he and his ego missed the crowds yelling his name, sold out stadiums full of people begging for him to meet their eyes just even once. 

“Who’re they gonna get as cool as me,” he remarked to himself irately, blowing a strand of his silver hair out of his eyes. The competitive feelings that suddenly filled his body fueled him to finish his apology assignment in the nick of time, wrapping up medium after medium. He’d now get there just after his probably-shitty-and-ugly-replacement started their performance. 

The sounds of a familiar bouncy bassline fills the halls of Todo’s very excessively decorated penthouse. Animal print shag rugs, tacky gold statues of dogs in suits, and shiny glittering chandeliers, to name a few characteristics that leave Satoru’s more fine tastes wanting more decorum. Courtesy of his upbringing as the heir to an old-money family whose bloodline was as old as Japan itself. 

It was his newest single, the one that was topping charts. Except, instead of his deep, raspy voice, rang a sweet, sultry one. 

“ You don’t love me / you just steal my clothes / live in my house ‘cause I can’t say no, ” the voice sang, having apparently reached the catchy chorus. 

And when he finally reached Todo’s rooftop terrace – where the performance was taking place on a circular neon blue stage with Tokyo’s skyline as a backdrop – he finally saw the voice of the absolute siren singing his song.

You. 

“ When we fuck, shit it feels like love / feels like love, and it’s so messed up ,” you said, swaying to the beat with your eyes closed as you sang the song with a softer, more sorrowfilled intonation than Satoru had felt comfortable voicing. Your eyelashes fluttered as you opened your eyes, and it was almost like your gaze and Satoru’s were paired like magnet poles, meeting the second your beautiful lens revealed themselves. 

Satoru’s heart stuttered to a stop for one fateful second. And he reeled it back into beating, because never in his life had Satoru ever struggled to breathe when meeting someone new. Especially not a girl who stole his song. 

You weren’t expecting your idol to treat you so frostily. The entire night had been a whirlwind of events that felt as if they’d been written straight out of your dreams – compliments upon compliments, someone had even ordered you a bouquet, recording deals with both big and indie studios – except for how Satoru Gojo was looking at you. 

And that was if he did! He didn’t even look at you when Yuji – who had loved your performance for his surprise birthday bash – introduced the two of you. 

“Great choice,” Satoru had said, staring at a spot above your head. Being so damn tall, he looked down on you, but didn’t even meet your gaze from his ‘honored’ height. 

“T-thanks,” you had said, too nervous to say anything more. He was feeling some imperceptible emotion that led him to ignore you for the rest of the conversation that you, Yuji, and he were in; you were basically just a spectator. And Yuji, bless his ignorant bright eyes, didn’t see how talking about last year’s Met gala bathroom antics would leave you – the least famous person in this room – out of the conversation. 

It wasn’t till a handsome man with waist length raven hair inserted himself into the conversation that you were acknowledged. 

You thankfully held back a starstruck gaze when you met eyes with your teenage crush, Suguru Geto. Of course, you were no longer the girl you had been when the boy band’s bass player with feline eyes had charmed you – mostly because you refused to be like every other girl who favored the leading singer Satoru – but it took real strength to hide that past.

“And who’s this beauty?” Suguru questioned, meeting your eyes with a sparkle in his eyes. You flushed immediately. 

To your surprise, Satoru answered with your name, shocking you with the way your name fit on his tongue. 

“Pleasure to meet you,” Suguru said. “So you were the siren singing Satoru’s song.”

“That’s exactly what I said,” Satoru blurted. 

Everyone looked at him. You were the first one to twist your head to meet his crystal blue eyes, their icey wide depths freezing you to your spot. It was an entirely different feeling to meeting Suguru’s warm, dark eyes.

“No, you didn’t,” Yuji said slowly, thick eyebrows furrowing. 

“I thought it,” Satoru said, crossing his arms. 

You ignored his response, and tried your best to gracefully thank Suguru.

“I was your biggest fan,” you gushed, unable to finish your gratitude without singing a song to your youthful infatuation. 

“Were you?” Suguru said. “I guess you’ve come full circle. I’m your biggest fan now.” 

Out of the corner of your eye, Satoru impatiently tapped his foot. 

“Listen,” Suguru said, reaching in behind his blazer, and coming out with a thick, cream colored card. He passed it to you. “Keep it on the low, but I’m starting my own studio. And I want to sign you.”

You gasped. All the blood in your body traveled either to your cheeks or to your head. You were shocked beyond measure.

“Really?”

“Really, really.” 

“Thank you so much,” you said, clasping your hands together while your face uncontrollably contorted into one signaling exceptional gratitude.

“I’ll train her personally,” Satoru suddenly said, just as Suguru’s mouth opened. His manager gave Satoru a look as he made a face, something between confusion and disbelief.

“Just like me!” Yuji said excitedly, before anyone could object. 

“Um, are you sure, sir? Are you not, well, busy?” You wished to ask if he even liked you in the first place, for he hadn’t made any indication of enjoying your presence. But this was the more socially acceptable way of asking.

“Not nearly enough to resist instructing the next generation!” He said, in a familiar cheery voice you were used to hearing on talk show interviews and conventions. 

Well … You decided to forget about his earlier treatment of you, hoping it was a fluke. After all, this was Satoru Gojo. Biggest star to grace the stage since rock artist Yoshinobu Gakuganji, the worldwide phenomenon of the generation before. You would be a fool to turn down his mentorship. 

And so, you shot him your brightest smile. You had high hopes, and you hoped that this was the beginning of the rest of your dream life.

Satoru was blinded by your beauty. He had done his best to resent you, his replacement, the new talent. Especially after he had heard you singing his song better than he could have ever dreamed. But, he knew that the harder he tried to force his hate, instead, the harder something else would grow.

Namely, his cock. 

Even though he had promised Suguru no scandals, that the only thing that would be in his mouth today was cake – he couldn’t help but want some other sweet cake to devour. Yours.

He couldn’t help it. Anyone he deemed on his level – usually after some more dramatic reaction, which in this case happened to be an immature resentment towards you that hardly lasted even a few minutes – he wanted to nurture, to own, even. 

It of course took Suguru’s entrance and observation for his initial frostiness to dissolve. 

“And who’s this beauty?” Suguru asked, reminding Satoru that not only had you sung his song the way it should’ve been recorded all along, you were also gorgeous to boot. All your lines and all your curves drew out a figure he wanted to memorize with his hands. Or maybe his tongue. At least his eyes were lucky enough to try.

So, to his surprise – and apparently yours, too, judging by the way your mouth adorably parted and your eyes widened – he answered with your name. He resisted saying anything more that could – and would – be a giveaway to the new direction his thoughts were going in.

“I’ll train her personally,” Satoru suddenly said later, further surprising himself, and Suguru too, judging by the questionable look his best friend gave him. 

“Um, are you sure, sir? Are you not, well, busy?” 

Sir? Well, fuck him, then.

“Not nearly enough to resist instructing the next generation!” He said, in his favorite voice to use when charming audiences. 

And that’s when you blinded Satoru with a wide smile. Your sweet lips trembled shyly as you met his eyes, and he resisted the urge to lick his lips. He chose to smirk instead, which makes you redirect your gaze to your toes. He made you nervous, huh? What a sweet little thing. How could he have chosen to hate you? You were just what he needed – an innocent, new sparkling talent for him to sharpen and shine. He imagined your rise to stardom, and imagined how everyone would look at his latest, sexiest protegee. How everyone would cheer when he kissed you, when the nation’s favorite man laid his lips on the newest national sweetheart. He didn’t think about the arrangement to come at all. His cock pulsed as blood rushed to his crotch, and he hoped his buttoned blazer hid his staining erection. 

“I’ll have Suguru text you the details,” Satoru said flippantly. “I have my own recording studio at home. We can practice there.” Suguru rolled his eyes, but got to work immediately, whipping his work phone out and texting the number you spelled out since you didn’t have a business card of your own. “I’ll see you then.”

The week that sandwiched your first meeting and your next flew by quickly for Satoru; a Vogue photoshoot followed by recording his surprise appearance as a celebrity judge on a cooking show filled the early half of his week, the latter half consisting of chemistry readings for the pilot of a new drama where his role hadn’t been decided yet, so he had to perform multiple different combinations of the scripts.

By the time your bright and bushy tailed excitement greeted him, though, he was tired. And he guessed it was plainly evident.

“Are you alright?” you asked sweetly. “I could get you a coffee if you’re tired?” 

“Aww, no, I couldn’t have the new talent fetch me a coffee!” He laughed brightly. “I’m already more awake now that you’re here.”

“You’re such a charmer,” you said, rolling your eyes, and crossing your arms, directing Satoru’s attention to the furrow of skin between your breasts deepening. He sucked on the top row of his teeth, imagining digging them into the soft skin there, leaving bruising bite marks on the silky spheres. “Do you talk to everyone like this?”

“No, just you,” Satoru said, grinning. He flicked your forehead gently. You giggled. Satoru wished they’d already been recording; he’d have loved to have trapped that delicious little sound into a few seconds long audio clip. What a cute lil alarm noise that could’ve been.

“Sure, sure,” you said, turning away from him, though not before Satoru saw the edges of your flushed cheeks. “Where do we start?” 

Satoru came close behind you, grabbing the hand most on top of your crossed arms. He pressed his palm to the top of your skin, his heart pounding as he did so. He moved your joined grasp to rest on the center of your chest. He smelled your shampoo scent as he leaned down to talk near your ears. The jut of his plush bottom lip brushed against your ear with every low vowel. 

“Breathe,” he instructed. Your chest rose slowly as you sucked in air according to his instructions, and fell with a faster speed as you exhaled. Some of Satoru’s bangs tickled his forehead as your breath rushed out. “Repeat it, but slower exhale. Control it. Then, I want you to hold a note for as long as you can. Whatever one you want.” 

You listened, and did so immediately. “What a good girl,” he told you. Your voice wavered, and he wondered if the beat he felt through your hands from your chest was your heart skipping a beat, or your voice straining to stay steady.

“T-thank you, sir,” you said. Satoru wondered if your words were respectful – or teasing. He was hoping too much, he realized, and he stepped away from you, releasing the heavy tension the moment held, lightening the mood in the room immediately.

“You’ve got a clear voice, and strong lungs,” Satoru said, turning away from you as he adjusted his pants without you noticing. “Impressive.”

“Thank you again!”

He laughed, petting your head with soft pats before he realized he was lifting his hand to do so. He rolled with it. “No need to thank me. Call me Gojo-sensei if you respect me that much,” he said, winking. 

Now you laughed, another sweet, addictive melody for his ears. Your giggle now had a companion in his mind’s radio. “Okay, Gojo-sensei. What’ve you got to teach me? I’ve had enough of your compliments.” 

“Oh, really? Not fond of praise?” Satoru asked, teasing.

You bit your lip. “That’s not what I –” You giggled again, making Satoru grin. “I’m excited to learn, Gojo-sensei.”

Oh, gods be damned. He shouldn’t have asked for it. But he had. Now he had a long list of other things he wanted to beg you for. 

He cleared his throat, wishing it would clear his dirty mind too. He had promised to teach you. So he redirected his efforts, and tried his best to redirect his blood to his brain. Worked somewhat, but the tingling desire between his legs as the two of you spent the rest of the day – and well into the night – talking and singing and writing together. 

Satoru hadn’t been this happy writing music in so long, and even wrote something he was confident was his best work yet throwing ideas with you. Maybe he needed to spend more time as a solo musician before completely redirecting his talents to acting and instructing. No, he’d done enough to establish himself as a singer. He wanted to expand what he was known for, and solidify even more his reputation as the greatest performer of today. 

You were the future. You’ll be a shining star, he thought, one that blinds everyone with your brilliance.

“Thank you,” you said genuinely, turning your head away from him as you packed up for the day. He realized belatedly that he’d accidentally spoken aloud. Gods, he hadn’t complimented someone like that in ages. “That means a lot to me, coming from you.”

“I thought you were Suguru’s biggest fan,” Satoru said, teasing you, squinting his eyes, unable to help himself from reminding you of your words that still had him jealous. He was used to being the favorite. And even if Suguru was his best friend – he wanted to be your favorite. 

You sighed. “I … I have a confession.” You put down your now packed bag. You looked back into Satoru’s eyes.

“What?” He leaned forward, hovering closer to your face as the two of you sat next to each other on the couch in his office, having moved there long ago. Oh, he was so curious … 

“ You were my favorite,” you blurted. “I just wanted to be – not like other girls.”

Satoru couldn’t help it. First he was shocked. Then, once he realized your logic, he started to laugh. So hard he even brought a few tears to his eyes. You whacked him on his arm. 

“Don’t laugh at me!”

But as you went to bring your arms back beside you, Satoru caught your bunched up fingers in his much larger hand. He squeezed your fist. Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back. Satoru Gojo was your favorite. Him, and nobody else. Oh, he was so glad. 

Your face burned as Satoru reminded you of your little white lie. That Suguru was your favorite, a lie you’d shared with many others when the topic of their band arose. 

That burn didn’t compare to the one spreading across your cheeks and up your neck from your chest as Satoru laughed.

And that burn didn’t compare to the one roaring in your heart as Satoru squeezed the hand you’d used to hit him jokingly. 

Neither of those hot feelings compared to the burning fire between your legs when Satoru used the hand he was holding to pull your face close to him. His left leg pressed against your outer thigh, sending another flash of heat to your core even at the slight contact. 

His breath ghosted over your lips, and your eyes met. The hungry look in his pale gaze conveyed the message. You’d have to be the one to bite the bullet he’d loaded. And so, heart straining from the combined joy of your past and current Satoru Gojo obsessed self wanting this moment to never end, you kissed him.

Instantly, Satoru transformed. From the first gentle contact of your lips, he was a perfect gentleman for all of three seconds, trapping your bottom lip between his. But once he began sucking, he couldn’t stop devouring you like a man without any decorum. He inhaled you as he kissed you, bringing you close to his body, tangling his arms around your back as he sank into the couch and you fell down with him. You twisted your body to lay more comfortably against his, realizing too late that that would mean unimpeded contact between your cunt and his cock through your clothing. 

The two of you gasped at the combined warmth, which made your teeth clink against each other. 

“You want me that bad?” you asked, shocked by the sheer size of his wanting. The absolute hardness that pushed against you, almost sending you to a mental institution by how his cockhead just about pressed against the crotch of your jeans to catch your clit temporarily when he shifted. You moaned as if to punctuate your observation.

“Ah,” Satoru breathed, his hands flying to cup the round curves of your hip. Your top had ridden up, and so his palms were touching bare skin. He squeezed, electrifying your sensation of his touch as he pawed at your softness. “I think you want me just as bad, baby.”

He slid his hands up from from hips to your waist to your chest, groping them like they were clay he wanted to mold to the shape of his grasp. He palmed them once more before lifting your shirt and ridding you of it. 

Your breasts wobbled when they were subsequently freed from the confines of your bra, and you watched Satoru lick his lips hungrily. 

“But don’t worry, baby,” Satoru said silkily. “I’ll take real good care of you.” He kissed you sweetly to prove his point.

Then immediately dirtied his mouth when he took a mouthful of tits to his teeth, biting down gentle enough to not hurt but hard enough to make you moan. You stretched your neck out, throwing your head back. 

“You made me so hard,” Satoru said, breathing heavily as he removed his mouth from your right breast, a string of spit connecting the two. It popped when he got far enough. “How do you plan on fixing that, hmm?”

You whimpered when he reached his hand down to feel your cunt through your jeans. Your clit pulsed, and you knew Satoru could feel it like a heartbeat. He wasted no time in ridding you of your pants, and you lifted your hips to help with the removal of your panties right after. 

“Oh, ‘Toru!” you cried out. Satoru had immediately started to explore your secret spot, parting your folds and using his fingers to collect some of your slick. He sucked it off his hands, and you got wetter, something you thought was impossible judging by the shine you had seen gathered on his thick fingers.

You trembled with desire. “Satoru. I want it. Please!” You found yourself begging.

“I’m not quite sure what you want, sweet,” Satoru said in a sing-song voice. 

Whatever restraint might’ve been keeping your mouth clean snapped. “Please, give it to me now. I want your cock inside me, now. Please!” You were near sobbing, especially as Satoru continued to play with your cunt by pressing against your clit in a rhythmic manner. 

“Bad girls don’t get to tell me where my cock goes,” Satoru scolded, slapping your bare pussy. You let out a wild cry. 

“Satoru, please,” you whined, pressing yourself into him even more. He flipped the two of you to create some space between your crotch and his. He threw your bare legs over his shoulders after ridding himself of his pants. He didn’t even return his fingers to your cunt, which made you sick with nostalgia for the mere seconds earlier when he was playing with you so deliciously. 

“Oh, darling, I know you want it. And you should know, I really want to just put it in right now – god, I do – but you have to wait…”

You closed your eyes, tilting your head back against the cushions.

“Aren’t you going to ask why you’re a bad girl?” 

“Why am I one?” you asked, giving in, opening your eyes. You saw Satoru’s bright, mischievous gaze, sparkling with delight as you responded just the way he wanted.

“ Sir.” 

“Why am I a bad girl,” you said, gulping, “ sir – Satoru?” 

“Aww, because you didn’t ask me what I want,” he said, cooing. 

You pleaded to him, begging to know what he might want to do with you. Anything would do – the burning between your legs was an uncontrollable wildfire, and there was only Satoru who could put it out. 

“I want the same thing, silly,” Satoru said, leaning down to nuzzle into your neck. “Was just’ teasin’ you, yeah.” You shivered as his silver strands tickled the sensitive skin there. You yelped when he nipped at a spot there, before immediately cooling it down with his tongue tracing over it, leaving the tingling spot cool and wet. 

But there were other wet tingling spots for Satoru to pay attention to. 

He began fingering you in earnest, the motions of his fingers making squelching noises fill the room of his office. How lewd! You almost had forgotten where he was making you this weak. But who needs the bedroom?

“You’re so sexy,” Satoru murmured, crooking his fingers just so. “Makes me want to ruin you.”

“Ahh, Satoru!” you screamed. “Please, please, do whatever you want. I just wanna – ugh!” You were babbling nonsense as something built inside of you, like blocks laid atop each other to form a steep tower.

“So sexy, screaming for me. Trembling for me like this,” he said, using his other hand to press against your bare stomach to feel your body shaking from the overwhelming feeling of it all. 

Something was building inside of you, yes. And it was about to topple and break in just a bit, judging by just how hard your legs were shaking atop his shoulders, the skin of your thighs sticking and unsticking against Satoru’s sweaty chest. 

“Look so pretty coming apart on my fingers,” Satoru cooed, looking down at you with hazy, lidded eyes. His bright blue eyes were darker than usual by the dilation of his pupils, and honestly, the absolute adoration in his genuine gaze – of course, combined with his fingers – sent you over the edge. 

You couldn’t even say a word as the strongest orgasm you’d ever felt knocked the wind out of you. You shook and you shook and you shook with waves of pleasure. It was pure euphoria. 

If that was just from his fingers, then … 

Satoru seemed to have the same question. “What’re you gonna do when it’s my cock instead, pretty baby?”

Like a broken record, you couldn’t help but beg again once you regained your breath control and the shaking had subsided. 

“I’m gonna kiss you real hard,” you said, looking at his bitten red lips, shining with your combined saliva. Oh, god. It was hitting you, really, that you had done that. You were the one kissing Satoru Gojo. You were the one finger fucked by Satoru Gojo. And now – 

Satoru took off his jeans, then his boxers. Whatever train of thought you had crashed and burned as you dropped your jaw. Of course the most beautiful man in the world would have an equally beautiful cock, thick and arched, precum coating the pink tip like frosting begging you to take a lick. 

“So,” Satoru said, his voice getting a little more serious. “You still want this? If you say no, we can pretend this never –”

You arched up to kiss him square on the mouth. Hell to the no – why would you deny yourself heaven? Parting, chest heaving, you trailed a finger down his muscled abdomen and then down his pale happy trail, stopping right as your finger approached his fat tip. 

“Fuck me, Satoru,” you said, earnestly. 

Satoru kissed you gently before aligning himself with your vagina. He slotted it at your folds, and then just like that, his tip was slightly inside you, easily gliding in with how wet you were. He shook a little, and inhaled in a deep breath. Every little movement of his hips, no matter how intentional it might’ve been, rubbed at your skin down there. You can tell Satoru was doing his best to hold back, doing his best to stop from savagely thrusting into you and splitting you open with his monster of a cock. 

But you want him to. You couldn’t take it anymore. You tilted your hips, and again, because of just how wet you were, he slid in halfway quite easily. He whispered your name, his voice breaking roughly at the end. 

You stared up at the expression of ecstasy on Satoru’s face. His eyelids drooped. His shiny spit slick mouth parted. 

“You’re inside me,” you said slowly, bringing your hand to cover your face. Satoru moved it away, and instead kissed you, the movement pushing his thickness further into you. You groaned as your walls strained to accommodate him. “Fucking me.”

“N-not yet,” Satoru said, voice hoarse. He pushed all the way into your tightness. You screamed, he groaned. “And not even now.”

“It’s enough, it’s enough,” you said, eyes starting to water. “I’m going crazy.”

“Oh,” Satoru breathed, when you clenched tight around him. ��I’m makin’ you crazier. Now.” He lifted himself out of you, and thrust back into you with a thwop. 

Slowly, after that first thrust, his actions became faster and smoother. Satoru showed you no patience, no gentleness, no matter how much he had wanted to and had been planning on it. He fucked you roughly, like you were two animals rutting. You called out his name again and again, no plans of stopping even as your voice grew rough with use. 

Just as you were about to cum – your walls were fluttering around Satoru as if to signal – Satoru pulled out of you and came on your stomach, flinching as warm stickiness pooled and dribbled down your waist. 

That was the first time you fucked Satoru Gojo. And that was not the last. 

Moving forward, the two of you were insatiable. The weeks leading up to your album release party was filled with debauchery. 

You blew Satoru in the recording studio Suguru rented to record the tracks; Satoru was supposed to supervise. But of course he’d rather cum on your chest. So, supervising soon turned into lewd moans and sticky thrusts that the impressive sound system captured. Satoru was careful to delete the footage – and of course, who would know he’d saved a singular copy on a flash drive just for him to listen to – just you, and you didn’t mind. 

And even after the album release party – at the after party held in the most packed club in Tokyo – the two of you couldn’t hold back. When everyone had gone to the dance floor, and just you and Satoru remained in the closed off lounge area, he pulled you into his lap and slid his cock into you, crumpling your short mini skirt to your hips and pushing aside your thin thong. Being aware anyone could come back any second, Satoru fucked you while he covered your intimate connection with his leather jacket draped over your thighs and dragging on your sweaty skin. When the two of you heard voices coming closer, once even hearing Suguru’s drunk laughter come too close for comfort, the two of you stilled under the jacket. Even in that moment of cessation, you could still feel Satoru’s cock inside you, so hot and pulsing. Satoru’s gasping breath was a treat for your hearing, and his swirling hips underneath you were a treat for your cunt. Thankfully, when Satoru and you came, the music in the club was loud as it had been since the start of the night, even louder if possible at the peak of the night, and so the two of you could groan in earnest. Plus, when the two of you got home that night, there was no stopping Satoru from taking you in every which way he desired. It was crazy how no matter what you two did, he was never tired of you. Never! 

Until one random day, a Tuesday you didn’t think was anything remarkable except for the fact that Satoru hadn’t wished you a good morning like he usually did. You were walking down a busy street in Shibuya, in dark clothes, with a mask and sunglasses hiding your face now that you were an up-coming celebrity. Then you overheard the gossip that would irreversibly change the course of your life.

Did you hear? Satoru Gojo is going to be marrying a descendant of the royal Japanese family, Princess Utahime Iori. What a fairytale!

You stopped in your tracks. 

Like a crazy person, you reached for the person who said that, frantically grabbing onto their shoulder. Believably freaked out, they flinched away. 

“S-sorry. I’m just, so, so shocked by what I accidentally overheard,” you said, trying to appear normal. “What did you say?”

“Oh,” said the stranger girl, feeling more amicable now that you’d explained yourself. “You know that famous singer-actor-everything? Satoru Gojo? He’s getting married to royalty! I mean, he basically is, too–”

“Is this for real?” You weren’t sure if this was as false as the rumor that Satoru had a foot fetish. He had a variety of kinks, but not that one. 

“Uh-huh!” said the girl’s other friend. “They just did a press release! Satoru’s quitting the performing industry to be a family man, and Suguru’s officially opening his own studio! They even signed that new singer that’s blowing up right now,” she said. Hearing your name didn’t shock you, compared to how this news felt like. Like a bucket of ice water, like a brick to the face, like something violently wrenching you out of your head and straight to reality. 

“Thanks for telling me,” you said, gulping back tears. You turned away from them, and immediately hailed a cab. At first, you intended to go home and cry your heart out. But quickly, you knew that you had to talk to Satoru first. 

The entire drive, you sat tensely, your stomach in knots. What could Satoru possibly say? There was a fucking press release, apparently. What explanation was there? You hoped he had one. You weren’t sure you would react rationally otherwise. 

The knot in your stomach tightened further when you saw how many cars were parked around Satoru’s place. Getting in without attracting attention would be difficult, but thankfully, you guys had been fooling around enough for you to know exactly how to do so. 

Before you knew it, you were in Satoru’s bedroom (sans the mask and sunglasses, which you’d put away in your purse). Sitting in the dark, like, again, a crazy person. This man was making you go crazy! You called him, and when you went to voicemail, you sent him a text asking him to come up to his room, praying that he’d see it. Anymore stress and you’d start sprouting gray hairs.

His door creaked open, and the lights came on in a flash. 

“Woah!” Satoru said, jumping back. He quickly entered the room again, closing the door shut behind him. “When’d you get here?”

“I texted you,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady. “What’s going on?”

Satoru looked at you with an indecipherable expression. He loudly sucked on the top row of his teeth. Then, he spoke. “What do you mean? Nothing’s wrong.”

“I didn’t ask what’s wrong, I asked, what’s going on,” you said, crossing your arms. “I heard something about a press release.” Your tone was flat. 

“Oh, yeah,” he said, giving you a tight smile. “So you heard.”

You didn’t say anything. You wanted him to do the talking.

“It’s no big deal, really,” Satoru said. “It’s an arranged marriage, so we can keep seeing each other–”

“Wait,” you said, flabbergasted. “You’re serious?”

“Yeah,” he said slowly. “Why wouldn’t I be? We – hold on. You cryin’?”

You didn’t realize that tears had pooled in your eyes and were now streaming down your face. 

“Sweetheart,” Satoru said, in a voice entirely unfamiliar to you. Everything about the man in front of you now was unfamiliar to you, actually. “We were never official. So, I don’t understand –” You slapped him across his face, as hard as you could. Before you knew it, you were punching his chest while you crumbled into sobs, not even speaking a real language besides wails and cries. Surprisingly, he let you hurt him. 

Eventually, though, you stopped. You were utterly deflated. You felt like a fool. But you had to know, right? That it was going to end this way. Suddenly, your mind flashed back to the innocent days of being a fan and seeing headlines in gossip magazines – and the occasional think piece – about all the notches on Satoru’s belt. 

“You’re right,” you said, flashing him the same tight smile he’d given you earlier. You closed your eyes, purposefully missing his reaction. No matter what he had done, you still didn’t want to see him hurt – or worse, not hurt at all.  “We were never official. So let’s end whatever this is.” You took a deep breath, and once you felt steady in your stance, you opened your eyes. 

Again, that indecipherable expression. 

But, when he spoke, you quickly realized what it might signify.

“Alright. If that’s what you want. I’ll see you at the wedding, then,” he said. 

It signified this: he didn’t care. At all. This meant nothing to him, compared to what it meant to you.

Your heart crumbled as much as you had earlier.

All along, he didn’t care…

“Goodbye, Satoru. I’ll see you around. Let me know what you want for your wedding present.” You wouldn’t be a crazy person any longer. You pulled your sunglasses and mask out of your bag, and walked out of Satoru’s room. And, effectively, Satoru’s life.

In the cab ride home, you had one thought and one thought only: I wish we’d never met. What a grand, impossible wish. Almost as impossible as having had this relationship with your celebrity crush, you reminded yourself. This was fated to never be. You should start to accept it, and focus on your career. 

Afterall, you thought, strengthening your resolve. What better way to show Satoru that you didn’t care – than to flourish without him in your life. Suddenly, you remembered your original dream. Stage lights and sold out shows. Not a silver-haired blue-eyed cocky motherfucker who knew just how your body ticked. 

You wish you’d never met him, but it was better that you had. Because now you could show him – no, scratch that – show the world just how committed to your dreams you were. Just as Satoru had said oh-so-long-ago, you were the future . Satoru was old news. 

Just like he’d said, huh. 

You’d be a shining star, one that blinds everyone with your brilliance. 

For your sake, you had to be. 

i hope you enjoyed! this is also on ao3. and i have a hella long author's note on there. lol. header is from kukkoro knight (manga). xoxo penelope

[mistysworldboutique]

Despite my resolution to not speak about Christmas until after Thanksgiving, I'm going to do it anyway. Afterall, I'm a cat so I do what I want.

I figure I have to act since that season to go deeply into debt is rapidly approaching. So before you spend hundreds of dollars at 17% interest, I wanted to suggest an alternative. 

Today I'm promoting the Custom Pet Magnets that my Meowmy makes in her Etsy store. For less than $10 USD you can get one of these with the image of a loved one's pet, or even with your own pet. It's the perfect gift that keeps on giving, reminding everyone each time they pass the refrigerator, of the most important member of the household. They're also nice reminders of the happy memories that furry family members gave so selflessly before crossing the Rainbow Bridge.

If you need a gift for someone who has no pet, simply take them to adopt a pet, and then buy a magnet afterwards. Just make sure they understand that a pet is forever, not just for Christmas.

My Meowmy has not only made these magnets with cats and dogs, but with rabbits, hedgehogs, goats, horses, donkeys, chickens, pigs, a lizard, and even with humans too! She'll put anything on a magnet ... as long as it's legal.

Check her Etsy store by clicking http://mistysworldboutique@etsy.com and read her reviews. And if you buy, use the code LISA2024 for 15% off. Just a few statistics about pets before I close: Sharing your life with a pet can decrease blood pressure, cholesterol levels, triglyceride levels, feelings of loneliness, anxiety, and symptoms of PTSD. And it also provides increased opportunities for exercise and outdoor activities, better cognitive function in older adults, and more opportunities to socialize.

Wow, quite a lot of responsibilities we pets have. I'm glad I never signed a contract agreeing to any of that.

[indianaandhan]

Happy 2nd Gotcha day to this baby panther! 🎉🎉 She brings me so much joy with her silly and curious personality. She loves going outside with her brother, biting the fluff of her sister's tail, meowing and dramatically falling over for attention and getting belly scratches. My favorite thing is when I wake up to her making biscuits on my legs. My little Kiki. Kiki Monster. Kiki doodle. Kiki mama. Kimble Harley Lee. Meowmy loves you little bean! --🖤😻-- #kimblethekitten #gotchaday #kimblethekitten #kiki #calicocatsofinstagram #blackcatsofinstagram #blackcats #cat #catlife https://www.instagram.com/p/CXwn9YIpOQg/?utm_medium=tumblr

[blxckdragonfly]

Darkness Finds You Outtake #3

(A/N: Happy Valentine’s Day, first of all. And because it’s Valentine’s Day, I can’t help but write a little blurb for my readers who have read my Aleister and Lyra series. I hope you all have had a great day with your Valentine or if you were your own Valentine, because that’s perfectly okay too. X -Tiger) 

I awoke to a flowery smell beside my pillow. I open my eyes and I sit up in bed, Aleister’s gone and lying on his pillow is a black dahlia flower. I raise a brow as I pick up the flower and smell it, almost in disbelief over him knowing about my favorite flower.

I slowly get out of bed and I move into the closet- throwing on a Killstar “Summoning Lucipurr” relaxed top and a pair of my “Drowsy” lounge shorts. 

As I make my descent downstairs, something sweet draws my senses and I follow it into the kitchen to see my wonderful boyfriend making me breakfast, my footsteps drawing the attention of the cats so I kneel down to pet them. 

He’s completely shirtless and is wearing a pair of Blackcraft lounge pants but what really blows me away is the huge bouquet of roses and black dahlias. My heart completely melts into a pool. Aleister looks up and sees me and smiles softly. 

“Good morning, mijn liefje,” Aleister says, his voice a soft murmur. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Little Crow.” 

“How did you know that I like black dahlias?” I ask and then it clicks, he’d probably talked to Jeffree last night. “No. Wait. Jeffree told you, didn’t he?” 

“That’s right,” Aleister tells me and he grins. “I went out this morning to get you the biggest bouquet that I could find.” 

“Oh, Shadow. That’s so sweet of you,” I murmur as I lean in to kiss his jaw. “Thank you.” 

“That’s not all, liefde,” Aleister says. “Your gift is on the counter.” 

I stare at him and he chuckles, knowing that I’m not a big fan when it comes to surprises but I walk over to the kitchen counter to see a medium sized black box wrapped in a black ribbon. 

Luna jumps onto the box and paws at it as if she’s saying ‘Open it, Meowmie’. I slowly undo the ribbon and open the box. 

My jaw hits the floor and I cover it with my hand. Inside was my once broken necklace with the golden crow skull- completely fixed and damage free. 

“My necklace,” I whisper. I look over my shoulder at him. “How did you..” 

“I reached out to that shop in Amsterdam where I bought your necklace,” Aleister explains. “They agreed for me to ship it out so they could make the repairs and fix it up for you.” 

I wrap my arms around his neck and he kisses the top of my head. “You’re too good for me,” I say as I blink away a tear. “You’re the sweetest man I’ve ever known. Thank you for getting it fixed.” 

“Lyra, there’s not a single thing in this world that I wouldn’t do for you,” Aleister murmurs as he places a kiss onto my lips. “I love you with all of my heart, liefje. You’re my everything.” 

My heart skips a beat. “I love you too,” I whisper. “I love you so much.” 

Aleister takes my necklace out of the box and I move my hair up so he could put it back on my neck. He hooks the clasps together and the chain hangs right above my heart. He kisses my forehead and smiles at me before setting a plate of my favorite breakfast in the world- red velvet pancakes. I kiss him on the cheek and dig in. I’m the luckiest girl on the planet to have someone like him in my life. 

@xbreezymeadowsx

[catsandbrews]

Happy #Gotchaday, Felix! My miracle boy. My lucky cat. My happy boy. 9 years ago last Friday I first saw your photo in an email. I knew immediately that you were mine. A small rescue group was pleading to find you a foster home at a larger animal rescue. I replied immediately on behalf of the @milodogsandcats Foundation. A week later (9 years ago today, almost to the minute), I met up with the transport that added you to a car full of dogs. After 2 hours of being stressed in a car surrounded by dogs in crates, you came home with me, covered in pee and poop, freshly neutered, and with a bare bottom that had stitches from where your beautiful tail had to be amputated. I opened your cat carrier by your new food and litter box and you didn't come out. I talked to you very softly and made gentle noises. Then I heard it. Quiet at first then louder. Purring. You knew you were home even before you stepped out of that carrier. Right away, we knew something was wrong. You hardly played (for a 6 month-1 year old kitten) and when you did, you stopped to gasp for air and had a lump on your forearm. We took you to our trusted vet at @berkeleydogandcat and found out you had a completely torn diaphragm and a healing broken forearm. I negotiated your diaphragmatic hernia surgery through your first rescue group and drove you myself 2 hours one way for surgery and picked you up myself the next day. A total of 4 hours round trip each drive. Little did we know that your second diaphragmatic hernia surgery was just 6 months away that involved removing half of your liver and entire gallbladder. We sacrificed our honeymoon budget to save your life and have no regrets. You're our special boy and we can't imagine life without you. 1-First photo I saw, 2-Making himself at home, 3-X-rays, 4-2nd surgery, 5-Foster friend 6-Egg crate nap 7-#reflectionperfection 8-I love my meowmy 9-#reflection_perfection 10-#sohappy #happiestcat #happyboy #meowmysboy #felixhappycat #luckycat #adoptdontshop #rescueisthebestbreed #milofoundation #gingercats #gingercat #gingercatsofinstagram #catstagram #catsofinstagram #cutecatsofinstagram #rescue #anniversary #happyboy https://www.instagram.com/p/BysxWUrBGDP/?igshid=15dw8h71eovey

[thestarbirdfromtheashes]

I had an emotionally draining week, so now I think to myself, Snowcastles stuff. Apparently it was really hard to get the bandana over the kitten's head in Keanu (the Key and Peele film) (cats don't like their ears being covered)? Who could tie a bandana on Snowcastles' head so it stays on the longest, Jyn or Cassian? Also, have you heard of the "Breakfast Cats" of tumblr user @prettycakemachine ?

Hello, dear!! I’m so sorry to hear you’ve had an emotionally draining week. I feel that. Sending you so many hugs and all the cute cat photos! I follow @friendly-animals, and it always makes me smile! <3

Thank you for your message. Snowcastles makes me smile, too! I haven’t seen that film, but I do love cats being movie stars. I will check out @prettycakemachine, since I haven’t seen Breakfast Cats! My kitty has a VERY bad habit of crawling up on me when I am 5 or fewer minutes from getting up. It’s like she KNOWS.

Okay, so Jyn wins this one, I think, because she knows how to tie something tight and make it stay. She’s in it to win it. Cassian, however, wimps out because he’s a.) afraid of hurting the cat and b.) afraid of hurting the cat and incurring Jyn’s almighty wrath. But then it turns into A LOOK that Snowcastles ever so patiently puts up with, and Cassian begins ordering kitty bandanas. One for every season and holiday. Jyn shakes her head while she drinks her coffee and he dives into the latest Etsy package he’s received, a print with Unikitty. Snowcastles, however, is less than amused and does not understand why Meowmy won’t save her. Jyn shrugs. “It’s your fault, Snow. It always is.” Snowcastles gives up, rolls over, and plots her revenge.

Hope your next week is full of happiness and light, sweet one! xo <3

[thatssomeana]

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[smushiethecat]

I’m so silly!! Happy #Caturday everyone! My meowmy really appreciates all the love you’ve been sending her! It makes her smile! Peace ✌️ purrs and lots of love to you! (at Carytown) https://www.instagram.com/p/CD7I9J_JwuX/?igshid=piwan2it6ems

[cloudfeline]

🎉Another giveaway is coming🎉⠀ 👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇⠀ “Wow, I am meowless – 7️⃣0️⃣0️⃣0️⃣ furry friends!!!  And to make it more special, it is International Friendship Day! 🐈🐾⠀ .⠀ Thank you all so much for following me and my life 💝.  It is so hard to believe that a little kitty like me from my little corner of the globe 🌎 🇺🇸 could have so many pawsome furriends 🐈🐈🐾.  Meowmy started this for fun a year ago, never dreaming that IG would have such an amazing cat community full of love, compassion, support (and of course all of our fun kitty shenanigans 🙊😹🙈) or that we would both make so many wonderful friends from around the world 🌎and so many memories.  Each and every one of you have been such a blessing 🙏 and we look forward to continuing the journey and following along in your lives (and learning more fun mischievous ideas 💯👍).⠀ .⠀  I love you all so much 💝💘⠀ .⠀ To celebrate, we will be having a 7K, Love My Friends giveaway with some meowzing friends!  Keep a lookout 👀😻for details which will be coming soon 🎊🎉”⠀ ⠀ @maddiecooncat👈👈⠀ ⠀ Follow: @CloudFeline👈👈👈⠀ Follow: @CloudFeline👊👊👊⠀ Follow: @CloudFeline😺🤝😻⠀ www.instagram.com/CloudFeline👈👈⠀ ⠀ 😸👇👇👇SHOP NOW 👇👇👇😸⠀ ⭐️⭐️www.CLOUDFELINE.com⭐️⭐️⠀ ⠀ 🎉Entire Sleep Collection is 25% OFF🎉⠀ ⠀ #CloudFeline loves #cats and wants your #cat to live a #happy life. #Catlife is more than being a #catlover. #Catify your home for your cat or #kitten. We provide #catbeds, #cattoys, and other #catgear cats #love. We love #happycats. https://www.instagram.com/p/CDRXLawnsOS/?igshid=1kdl3nw1klw9h

[cuterthanyouare]

What makes you think we're up to no good, meowmy? 😼 °•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°• Happy Caturday, furriends! 💙 — view on Instagram https://ift.tt/34mI3kM

[corneliuscornbreadchronicles]

Hey, y’all! It’s me Bea, coming at you with a #NTOT and a Tuesday Thought: Be happy each day, like me, Bea! I’m happiest being near my Meowmy and playing with toys. 😻⁣ ⁣⁣ ⁣⁣⁣🔹What do you do that makes you happy?⁣ ⁣ 🏥 Meowmy’s dad has been in the hospital since this weekend. She’s been staying with him there, so hasn’t had much time for our posts and comments. 💙 He is looking much better each day and will hopefully go home soon. ⁣ ⁣⁣⁣⁣ 🤗Luvs and hugs, ⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣ Bea 💖⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ 🤨⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣ Don’t Miss A Post: ⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣ Follow Me #corneliuscornbread⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ 💙Cofounder of THE most exclusive feature site of ALL TIME!: @pawshcatclub 🎩#pawshcatclub⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ 🤠Pawtners in Fun:⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣ @itsmekevin_thecat ⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣@20pawsdaily ⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣@furrygambit ⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣ ⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣ ⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣@parker_the_californian_cat⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣ ⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣@salemmtl2015 @oliver_ac_twist⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣ @cat_privilege @ohmrbiscuits ⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣ ⁣⁣@furrytalesofgracieandzara ⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ 🐶Duke’s Buddies:⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣ @tukihavaapso @czaczatheshihtzu⁣⁣⁠ @remdog_steviecat @bbq.babies⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣ ⁣ #catmom ⁣⁣#themeowdaily #Bestcatsinsta #cats_of_ig #fluffycatcrew #meowlife #fluffycat #fluffycats #whitecats #whitecatsofig #whitecatsofinstagram #whitecatsociety #catstagram #instacat #catlover #cutecatpost #happycatclub #meowdeling ⁣ #pawsies_club #catsarelife #thecatcrowd #topcatsclub #fluffycatcrew #cattasticworld ⁣ ⁣⁣#kittylookbook #Catsoninsta #bestmeow10k — view on Instagram https://ift.tt/2KVCsKh

[thebentley-cat-blog]

Happy Fathers day to the worlds greatest cat dad 🖤🖤 Thank you for being my protector, my climbing ground and my cuddle bug. Thank you for choosing to love me over your allergies symptoms. Thank you for being patient with me while I learn new things. and thank you for taking me out for new adventures everyday despite what others think. You know what makes me happy and you help me thrive through my personality and hobby's. Thank you for always doing your best to always make meowmy and I happy. I struggle with seperation anxiety and meowmy struggles with depression and anxiety. You are ALWAYS there for the both of us despite our off moods and always know how to cheer us up. I love our family group snuggles and thank you for giving me extra treat when meowmy isn't looking. I could go on and on about how amazing you are but we will end it with a thanks for being the bad ass cat dad you were made to be 🖤🖤🖤 • ❗Daily furrendly reminder ❗ Give your cat dad lots of loving today! • • • • • • • • • • • • #catsonhikes #adventurecat #catexplorer #catexploring #realmenwalktheircats #canadian #canadiancat #fathersday #catdad #travelcanada #ilovemycatdad #catsonleash #hikingcat #meowsofcanada #furriendsofcatadafriday • #adventurecats #canadianadventures #exploringcanada #catsexploringcanada #watercats #river #enjoyingnature #catdaddy #canadacatcrew #canadiancatcrew #canadianwildlife #bestcatdad #canadiannaturelovers #tourcanada #catsofcanada (at Gillam, Manitoba) https://www.instagram.com/p/Byxpv1uJBVM/?igshid=1mfnakji968p

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The reference photo reveal! This was a new angle in my artist world and I am very happy with the results. The clarity of an image makes a world of difference. You can see more great shots of this handsome creature @prince._zuko. 😺😺😺Prince Zuko informed me of the following during this art adventure: ”I'm Prince Zuko. I met my meowmy at 3 days old and we both knew it was meant to be. I'm now 1 year and 3 months old and couldn't be happier with my pawrents and fursiblings. I am loving instagram and all my furfriends, and can't wait to find more.”😎😺 #whitecat #cat #catsofinstagram #cats_of_instagram #coolcat #catstyle #blackandwhitecat #furrfriends #instagood #catportrait #artistsoninstagram #catartreference #referencephoto #contestwinner #pets #handsomekitty #canadiancat #drawn #photogallery #petart #catface photo credits to @prince._zuko (at Calgary, Alberta) https://www.instagram.com/p/BsJfswDA5Wf/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1fyiaws9fc26s

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Gifties are love. ❤️ Sending our 💖 and thanks to the special catlovers in this post, @milesismyhomie and @mozzythecat. ・・・ Best Friyay ever!!! 😻 Thank you so much Miles @milesismyhomie 🐱❤️for these wonderful gifts and for introducing me to @starkravingcat 🙀😻 I love everything!!🙀😻🌱❤️Meowmy almost cried when she saw the kitty collar with matching earrings!!🙀😻 it's so adorable! You're da best!! Love you bromie and Da lady !!❤️ Sending hugs and sandpaper kisses to you all! 😽❤️❤️❤️ #thankyouMiles #mymainman #sweetsurprise #MozzyTheCat #happy #lucky #blessed #coi #soexcited #cat #goodies #high 😻 Neko bell collars: solo or with matching earrings in pink, black or red. StarkRavingCat.com makes catnipjoints and hip gifts for your #catmom, #happycat, #catwoman, #starkravingcat. Send a #catnipjoint cattoy or #catearrings to say #Ilovemycat, #catlover, #catlady, #instacat,. Meow From #Austin #atx #Neko #luckycat #NekoEarrings

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The Exotic and Charming Highlander

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With their distinctive good looks and charming personalities, the relatively rare breed called the Highlander is attracting the attention of cat lovers. Highlanders are most known for their curled ears and naturally short tails, but their bright personalities also charm almost anyone. These cats are friendly, energetic and involved in the household activities and goings-on.

Breeder Sarah W. Rhodes of Virginia says it’s not uncommon for Highlanders to greet their humans at the door with toys when they come home or to playfully bat their people with a paw as though to say, “Tag! You’re it!”

“They will be your best friend,” Sarah says. “They will watch you and learn your behavior. They will try to help you do projects. They can be trained to leash walk. These are very intelligent cats. You can look in their eyes and see the brain firing. To quote one of my families, ‘They are magical, amazing.’”

Sue Sweetman, who breeds Highlanders with her husband, Joe, in Arkansas, agrees that these cats ingratiate themselves into their families with ease. “The Highlander is a very laid-back cat,” she says. “They are very easy to train to play fetch, walk on leashes and even sit. They have a doglike personality. Most Highlanders are very social, love to be the house clown, some even love water (they will join you in the bath if they get the chance) and, of course, love to be the center of attention. They are also a very kid-friendly breed. If you can’t find your Highlander, the first place to look is with the children. As for other pets — dogs, reptiles and birds, they have been known to get along with them very well.”

Sarah tells prospective cat parents to expect an active — and interactive — kitty. “I have lots of catwalks and levels for mine to run on. And lots of toys,” she says. “Lots of balls for Meowmy to throw and play fetch and catch with. But just like any other cat, they do love to sleep, in the middle of the bed, of course, and get chin rubs and scratches.”

Highlander history

Originally called the Highland Lynx, the Highlander breed was created in 1993 by breeder Joe Childers.

“Joe had taken the Desert Lynx and bred it to the Jungle Curl and voila! We now have the Highland Lynx,” Sue says. “The description of the Highland Lynx was curled ears, natural short tail, and some were polydactyl. The goal to the breeding was to have that wild look with a domestic, fun-loving personality.”

Although still known as Highland Lynx in the Rare and Exotic FelineRegistry, the name changed in The International Cat Association (TICA) so that “lynx” wouldn’t imply wild blood.

“In late 2004, Highlander became the name to identify our cats as a breed of their own,” Sue says. “The Highlander breeders have worked diligently to educate the public; in order to bring about an awareness of how truly unique these cats are. But mostly to earn respectability for this breed. When we brought our beautiful cats to TICA they were known as Highland Lynx, but we could not use the word “lynx” due to “lynx” meaning wild cat, or description in markings. So, the name Highlander was accepted at that time for the name of our new breed.”

TICA accepted the Highlander as a Preliminary New Breed in 2008.

Hey, good lookin’

The most distinguishing physical features of these cats are their curled ears and naturally occurring short tails. Some Highlander cats are born with regular-length tails, and they make excellent pets — because they have the same great personalities — but they cannot participate in cat shows.

“The naturally short tail ranges in length from 1 inch to hock length,” Sarah says. “It is thick and articulated, and sometimes has kinks and curls in it. It also has a fat pad at the end. The Highlander’s tail is an incredibly expressive element of the breed and will wag like a dog from sheer joy, and signal its happiness and playfulness.”

The Highlander is known for his curled ears and naturally short tail, but his intelligence and playful nature are what wins fans over.

The top third of their distinctive ears is loosely curled. Those ears, Sarah says, “are set as much on the top of the head as on the side and stand tall and open with good width at the base.”

Currently, Highlanders are available in multiple colors and patterns, including solids, tabbies, minks, torties, torbies, points and smokes. “I had a litter of five with five different colors and patterns,” Sarah says. “They cannot, however, have white spotting, white feet or medallions.”

Sue adds, “The things Highlanders should not have are rosette spotting, curly fur or tuxedo markings,” she says. “Your Highlander should not have white socks either, as this would be a sure sign of a mix.”

Whatever an individual Highlander looks like, the ultimate result is the same — a wild-looking exterior with a friendly, playful interior. Breeders have worked hard to achieve a perfect balance!

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A distinctive look

The ears are among the unique physical features of the Highlander breed.

The Highlander has a long, sloping forehead and medium to large eyes shaped like a slightly flattened oval set on a bias that look at you with great intensity. The nose is wide with large nose leather. Together, the nose, muzzle and chin provide a boxy look to the muzzle. The chin itself is deep and strong. These features make the head appear longer than it is wide. The ears are unique: the top third has a loose curl. They are set as much on the top of the head as on the side and stand tall and open with good width at the base. — Sarah W. Rhodes

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