#thought it was kinda mid when I read it back in middle school but

[napalmstrikebarbie]

absolutely crazy to me that sometimes you can read a book and feel kinda ehh about it and discover that it's still living in your head rent free decades later

[fuzzythoughtsblog]

A fantasy I had based on a fan fiction I read :

I begin to wake up. I feel groggy as push myself from my bed. Except I couldn't for some reason and then I look up and my hands are cuffed to my bed. Except it's not my bed it's someone else, I quickly look around the room for some kinda indication of where I am. Theirs nothing thats familiar. The room is pained a light purple with fluffy fixtures everywhere and nice tv but no windows, only a fake projection of one. As I look around I recognize some stuff bits of my things placed neatly around the room. When I shift around I start to hear foot steps. I try to wiggle out of the cuffs before the door opens but its no use. A woman walks through the door with a soft smile on her face.

"Hello, love. Did you sleep well? I made sure to have everything how you like it down to rain sounds. "

I pause and realize there is a sound machine playing rain sounds just like the one I have at home.

The lady continues " I hope the cuffs weren't to tight, once we get you your ankle bracelet we won't have to fiddle with those things. "

I stare at her for a moment before asking where I was and how I got here. Some how very calm about the matter.

"Oh that's right you wouldn't remember. Well this is your home, not just this room of course you're free to explore the whole house once your ankle bracelet comes in. For now you stay here; but don't worry I'll keep you company. As for how you got here well you were at your old home and I put something in your glass of water to make you extra sleepy. Sorry it was just a formality and I won't do it again. "

As she talked the panic began to set in. I ask her why she did this.

With a smile she begins to play with my hair. "I love you, for a long time now. I know you don't remember but I used to see you after middle school walking to your house. I think the first time I saw you I knew this was it. As the years went by you confirmed to me that this is it. Watching your highs and lows have been truly beautiful. I knew I must have you in my life but, I don't want to share you anymore. You know you sleep beautifully, I mean I've seen it before but this is my first time seeing you sleep up close and personal. What were you dreaming about? "

I can't even take it all in, this lady I've never seen before is making all these claims and I'm strapped to her bed. I then look down to see I'm in pink lace lingerie. I freeze and she notices.

"Oh yes, I thought you'd look lovely in these and you do honestly. " she says as she drags a hand up my body.

"Your just so pretty. " she says as she leans in and begins to kiss my neck. At this I snap at her to stop and to uncuff me. She sighs and begins to nibble on my skin.

"Bear with me love, I must learn your body. " I shake my head as she shows no signs of stopping. I tell her someone is looking for me. "And may they never find our home" she breathes into my skin like hymn. She then moves on from my neck to my shoulders leaving long kisses on them. She then begins to trace my collar bone with her finger ever so gently. Upon tracing it she moves here mouth to the top of my chest. In to my skin she whispers "Allow me to take my time little dove, I want to savior this for both of us".

I try to pull away as she sucks dark marks into my skin ending the ministration with a small kiss. For a moment she leans off of me to admire her work. She let's out a moan as she looks. " Your breath taking. I've had only a little and I crave more. " I begin to lightly sob as she takes a nipple in her mouth sucking it through the lace. It feels disgustingly good. Everything in me is screaming to reject the pleasure, but my body won't listen. I let out a soft moan causing her to stop and look up at me.

"Little dove. " she says as she begins to kiss me on the mouth despite me backing away from it. She continues until a headbutt her mid kiss. She grips her head, but it seems my resistance only spures her on more. As she cups my face with her hands this time and she takes another kiss. And then she goes back to nipples this time nibbling at the other. She then looks up at me as she sucks the already sensitive bud. I accidentally let out a whine as it's just too sensitive.

Which sends a shiver down her spine. She lowers her head to my stomach before continuing to kiss it and litter the skin with little marks. She then traces the more sensitive skin with her tongue. As she goes lower I feel something hot grow in the pit my stomach. Especially as she gets to where my pelvis and my stomach meet. Nibbling on the line between the two. Unexpectedly she then moves over to the top part of my thighs. The bit of pudge that peeks over the lace stocking. Before going on she looks up at me again.

"Your delicious my love, I don't know how I have claimed to live before I tasted your skin. " after she sinks her teeth in to the pudge a action that causes me to yelp as its unlike every thing she did before. Of course she watches me as she does the same thing to the other side. As she released the meat from her teeth she then uses them to bite the edge of stocking before pulling them down and off. She does the same to the other side before returning to the first and laying a kiss on the knee she then bites around on the lower part of my thigh take her time to leave more dark marks. She ends it by laying several light kisses on my ankle. Before for repeating the same action on the other leg as she presses the last kiss into my ankle she breathes a sigh of relief.

"I'm sorry dove, I don't mean to be a tease I've just been dreaming of this for so long. Longer than you could know. " she says placing her head near my crotch as I shift away. She simply holds my hips before placing a kiss on my clothed pussy. She then begins to suck and lick through the panties. All while starring at me watching every quiver and gasp. She begins to pay attention more to my clit as I whine and with shaking hands she removes the panties and just stares at my cunt for a minute or two. I hear her moans the words "fucking gorgeous".

Before ducking back down and tasting me from the source. I feel as she moans against me and grinds into my legs as she takes my clit into her mouth causing me to shake and shrink away. "Don't, run away from me baby. Hear me, never again. " she says eyes very serious. She then leans in and starts slowly pressing her tongue into me. Rubbing my clit as she does. She then holds my thighs as she goes deeper, fucking me on her tongue. She eats me out with focus and dedication for what feels like hours before pressing a finger in along with her tongue. The two move in sync as she loosen me before adding another finger and after time another. Until I'm crying on 3 of her fingers and a tongue.

She then pulls out and grabs something from the night stand. I look as she pulls down her pants to reveal a throbbing cock. She then squirts some lube onto it and my cunt before pumping it in her hand. There is absolutely no way she wants me to take all that. But as I look in disbelief she lines her cock up with my cunt but before she presses in. I say wait what about protection. She looks up at me with a soft smile "It's okay, I'm the only one that's going to be taking you for now on so we don't have to worry about that. "but before I can exclaim that it's not okay she sinks in.

With a breathy "Fuck" and fuck is right her cock is thick and just keeps going as she sinks into me as I whine and squirm. It takes a minute before our pelvises kiss but as they do she let's out long and loud whine. And I just stare at her, she fucking came inside of me, she came inside of me with no protection. What if I ... I begin to really sob as that thought crossed my mind. She on the other hand is still with embarrassment.

"I'm sorry love, it's just been so long. But don't worry I can keep going. " she says before sliding out and slamming back in. Causing my head to fall back. "See, I can give you pleasure too." She says voice still breathy as she pounds into me. The room begins to fill with the filthy noise and whines. I want to run away but theres nowhere to go. I just have to lye their and take it as she fucks her cum back into me with haste. She continues to thrust as she sucks more marks onto my neck and under my jaw. Then the worst begins as I feel my body try to tense up. Absolutely not, I tell myself but she seems to notice as she begins fucking speeding up and rubbing my clit. "Good ahead cum for me love, make a pretty mess of yourself. " I shake my head in refusal. This is not about to happen I'm not going to cum on her cock I refuse.

"Baby please stop being so stubborn, just do it it'll feel so good. " I keep starving it off despite her words until she wraps her mouth around my clit while still pounding . Sending me tumbling over the edge hard without out any way to catch myself. I close my eyes hard and begin to shake. It feels like an eternity and when I finally am able to open my eyes I hear a low ringing and my body is still tingling as she is still fucking me through it before cuming again even deeper this time. I feel tears continue to roll down my cheeks as she pulls out and her cum drips down my legs. As I stare at the ceiling completely stund I hear her whisper

"Welcome home, little dove! "

[madamechrissy]

♡ Time after Time ♡

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

♡ ♡ Warnings ♡ ♡ MDNI- Cunnilingus, explicit sex, choking, smacking, breeding kink, fr a huge breeding kink, dirty talk, edging, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, forced orgasms, biting

♡ ♡ Word Count ♡ ♡

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

A/N (Kinda has 'two weeks notice' vibes a bit! No use of y/n.) Fully finished on Ao3 but I'm going to slowly get it all up here! (Gojo's POV in itallics)

Chapter 7 - Masterlist

Chapter 8

Your pussy was aching from Gojo Satoru, your neck sensitive from his bites, ass sore from his rough grip, bruises on your thighs making you shiver as you stood, your body was still reeling. Gojo had left yesterday afternoon, pushing your date off a day so that you could ‘recover’. Shit, you needed to. You had slept damn near the whole day once he’d gone.

The date was something he would not tell you about. He had simply smirked and said it was a mystery.

A surprise is a surprise.

But…

It’ll get that stick out of your ass. Relax and trust me.

A knock shook you out of your reverie, then, and you went to open your door to see a package dropped off, another pretty box like Gojo had sent last week for the charity ball. You flushed, nervous at what this all meant, falling so bad for such a silly man child, and falling harder with each breath. You shiver a bit with excitement and anticipation as you bring the box in.

Sitting it on the bed, your mind whirls with how much has changed in such a small time, feelings uncovered you’d always had so deep. There was no hiding from it anymore, not when you damn near dropped the L bomb mid fuck. You try to explain it away as some orgasm brain, but deep down you know it’s something else.

You take the pretty ribbon off, putting it with the last one you’d saved in your top drawer, they were far too pretty to just toss away. You peek at your little selfie with him, flushing like some damn school girl, just like little Miwa, but you were grown. Right? Why did he have such an effect…

You go back to the job of opening the package, with its pretty blue and white tissue paper, you wonder errantly if it’s Kiyotaka who has to do this because you can’t imagine it from Gojo. You see lingerie, and you feel your entire body heat up, black and lacy bralette with a high waisted lacy bottom, attached were little straps for stockings, which you saw were right under it.

You take out the little fishnets, and then there is a gorgeous body chain laid out on velvet, one that would go up around your neck, draping down between your breasts, and would wrap down the middle of your waist. It was a glittering silver chain, looking so delicate and pretty, something you would honestly have never thought to get yourself, but something you craved to wear now.

For him.

There was a little note, and that made you more nervous, biting your lip apprehensively, taking the little card out. Gojo had messy, wide, scrawling handwriting, usually making you write most things for him, and it made you want to chuckle as you tried to read it.

‘Put this on for me, pretty please! I am using puppy dog eyes, so you can’t deny me. Kiyotaka will be there at 8.’

You rolled your eyes, but then grew confused. What were you going to wear over it? Where were you going and how should you dress? Puppy dog eyes huh…Then you got another knock.

“Shit, Gojo… how much…” There was another knock, and another package. Again no one was there, like Gojo did this to fuck with you. You took the large red bag, and sat it also on your bed, and it was a red overcoat. A long one, looking like something some detective would wear.

You peer for some dress, but no. Another note.

‘I have this fantasy of you in lingerie under a big ass trenchcoat, nothing else. Humour me would you? *Puppy eyes*’

You snorted in laughter, and felt heat between your thighs. Where were you all going that it would be acceptable to wear such a thing, the thought of it drove you crazy, mind wild. Some raunchy sex club? Some crazy rich people party? You had no clue what to expect. You went to go touch up your hair and do your makeup, and your eyes sparkled at you.

You had rosy cheeks, and a smile… a smile, huh? You peer back at the photo, and realize maybe the happiness wasn’t gone, maybe it had been buried. Maybe it was not even full happiness before this, but you tried not to think too much of it, overthink and ruin things before they started. Overthinking fucking brain.

You turn to slide on the wicked lingerie, making your breasts sit high, lace cupping them like a gentle hug. Then you slid on the crotchless panties that hit mid waist, musing over the last time you’d worn them just the other night, in that bar, snapping it against your…

It was like your thoughts were consumed now.

You fiddle with the garters, unused to such things, sliding the wide fishnets over your smooth thighs. You’d shaved every inch of them and… your intimate area… just a little bit ago, something you’d been doing since Gojo’s affinity for just diving down there. You would never admit that was why, of course.

The chain you pulled out gently, guiding it over your body, it draped around your throat and between your pretty breasts, making them more enticing. You clasp the little back around your waist, securing it, the cold metal against your overheated flesh making you tremble at the sensation.

You peeked and found thigh high boots you’d never had the guts to wear, but had bought because they were sexy. You slid them over your legs, zipping them up, peering in your dresser mirror. The lingerie flatters and enhances your every curve, as you turn you notice even your backside looks amazing, as if Gojo had it in mind to enhance his favorite parts.

Your pussy was left open, bare, giving a thrill as you slid on the long red overcoat, sort of baggy on you, which you had a feeling was his intent since he knew your size so well. You button it up but leave a couple at the top open, loose, knowing it would drive him crazy, and playing into it. You peek at your neck, seeing the bruise he’d left, and pop a thick black choker on to complete the look.

The choker reminded you of hands you’d had on your neck.

You spritz on your new favorite spray, the one Gojo just lost his mind over, touching up your mascara and lip gloss. You hear the phone start to ring, and it’s Kiyotaka. You smile.

“Hello, Sir.”

“My lady.” He was the cutest. “Mr. Gojo has asked me to take you to him, I’ll be waiting right here when you’re ready.”

“Thanks I’ll be right down!” You turn off your lights and lock up, and as you end up riding in the back of the car, your mind runs wild.

“We’re here, my Lady.” Kiyotaka opens your door, and you realize where you are quickly. You’d been there a lot to help Gojo out of his messes. His house.

“What’s he up to, Kiyotaka?” You asked, he actually smiled a tired little smile then, shaking his head.

“I am sworn to secrecy, also the details were… too much.” He was flushing even in the dim evening. You giggled, touching his shoulder fondly.

“Gojo’s a lot. Okay, have a good night and don’t worry I’ll just crash here so you can get some sleep.”

“Mr. Gojo has a destination in mind, this is the first stop.”

“Oh…”

“I'll be back presently, miss.” He said and drove away, leaving you staring at the house in front of you.

The air was crisp and cool, a light breeze rustling through the trees around you, as if Gojo had his own little area of peace, in between the lush trees was his large house, opulent, ceiling to floor windows illuminated with a soft glow. As you stood on the steps of his house now, tapping your fingers against the smooth wood of the railing, wondering if Gojo would meet you out front or not.

Little shit he was, he didn’t.

You ring the bell, and stand and wait outside that opulent manor of his. A few long moments later, the sound of footsteps could be heard approaching from within the house, growing louder and faster until the door swung open, revealing Gojo Satoru himself. His bright blue eyes lit up in the dark, the background light casting a glow around him like he was some god.

Maybe he was.

When those eyes fell upon you, his gaze traveled up and down your body slowly, taking in every detail of the outfit he'd so carefully chosen for you. "You look beautiful. Part one of my fantasy is perfect." He breathed, his voice thick with desire.

You felt your familiar blush, the one that never went away long around him, as he bent down and you tiptoed, kissing each other. “Thank you for the… ahem… for the outfit. It’s so pretty.”

“I can’t wait to see it fully.” He stood, hand caressing your throat, fingering the little choker you wore. “Ooh, that’s hot on you.”

“Thank you. You gonna invite me in?” Your hands fall on his chest, covered by a soft white dress shirt.

“Oh I don’t know, what if you are a vampire? Shit I’m scared!” He asked, feigning fear then, a cross on his fingers. You snorted, shoving at him.

“You’re the vampire. Look.” You ease your choker up, showing him the giant red and purple bruise. He sucked in his breath, and suddenly you were in the house, shoved against his wall.

“Does it hurt?” He asked, and you were unsure of how he meant his words, a taunt? Concern?

“No, it’s just tender.” He kissed you softer, yanking on the choker just a bit, putting the slightest pull to your neck. “Mnh.”

Did that come out of your mouth? From just that?

“Oh sweetheart, you already are becoming a fucking freak.” He crooned the words, one hand on the wall next to you, the other rubbing across the exposed mark, causing you to tense in a mix of pain and desire. “I barely touch you and you fall apart, bet you’re wet aren’t you?”

“N-no. It's just… shit. Fine, maybe a little.” He slid the choker up and licked the bite mark, sending sparks of pain down you, making your tummy clench with desire so quickly it was ridiculous.

Gojo was so close, your air intermingling, hot sighs against your soft skin, you inhaled him, enveloped against his hard embrace. “Hmm. You sure are learning not to lie to me, that’s my good girl.” He slipped a hand down under the coat at the top, moaning softly when he grabbed a soft breast, pleased look on his gorgeous features. “You wore it.”

“Y-yeah. Because it’s pretty.” He chuckled, finally easing back. “Was there no date, just you fucking me on a wall and making Kiyotaka drive me home?”

He chuckled. “Would you complain?”

“No… yeah no. As long as I get food.” He grinned down at you, hair soft and falling, making you brush it back tenderly.

“No silly. I have plans. But I wanted you to show up like this for… reasons.”

You smirked. “Reasons huh.”

“Oh yeah. Also I wanted to do something first. Come on." He finally eased off you, making you miss his cool hard body, but the house was nice and warm.

The interior of Gojo’s house was elegant and tasteful, with large light gray couches in the living room, a sleek bar with stools, and his kitchen was one that had always made you envy. Double oven and an island in the middle. You walk along the plush carpeting, soft light filtering through fancy crystal chandeliers, casting a warm glow over everything.

The fireplace was lit, something that made you instantly ease, crackling a soothing sound against the soft jazz music he had playing. Everything about Gojo and his home were elegant, ridiculously clean, but he had cleaners for that. But Gojo still kept things tidy, even at his office.

“Come here, pretty.” You walked to him, and he swept you in his arms, starting to dance with you, alone in the living room, and you struggled not to hide your face from emotions. “I wanted a little dancy dance.”

“I kinda love it.” You peeked into his gaze. “You're so much more romantic than I thought.” He spun you around, a little pink on his high cheekbones.

“I'm giving it a shot.” You smile tremulously, pressing closer to him, falling into each step.

“Aww, I feel special.”

“That pussy is.” He purred the words with a wink.

“Gojo!” You smack at him, but he yanks you hard, dipping you low over his arm, your hair touching the carpet below, before swinging you back up.

“You want me full on sappy already, fucking brat?”

You shook your head, moving against him, finding your rhythm. “No… just be you.”

He paused, then kissed you, softly, one of your hands entwined, the other on your waist. You sighed into his lips, falling deeper and deeper. “Mmm we'll never get there if I keep kissing you.”

“Get where?”

“You'll see.”

You and Gojo were hand in hand as you went up the elevator to the restaurant Gojo had surprised you with, and you had only heard of it before, unlike any other in Japan. It was nestled in the heart of Tokyo, amidst the bustling cityscape of neon lights and endless high-rises, and it was up on the top of a high rise itself, one of the tallest, with rooftop seating.

As you approached, you could already smell the tantalizing aroma of fresh sushi wafting through the air, mingling with warm sake and incense. The moment you all stepped upstairs to the top, you were enveloped in an atmosphere of serenity as the evening sky and all of the lights of the city were just below you, gentle breeze blowing your hair around.

“What ya think?” Gojo asked, so casually, as you all were led by a hostess to a pretty little table by the balcony, with the perfect view of the lit up city under twinkling stars. You sigh happily, smiling up at him.

“It’s breathtaking. Really.” The chatter amongst the people also there intermingled with the light pop music playing as you were seated. The table itself was gorgeous, a single red rose rested delicately in a crystal vase, and a crisp white linen cloth draped over the table.

“Good I’m glad. It’s my favorite place.” He pulled out your seat, which was cushioned by a plump, red pillow. “My lady.” He purred, you giggled, scooching in, and he yanked the chair from across from you, sitting it next to you. The hostess watched on with envy, clear and stark on her face, as Gojo casually wrapped an arm around you over the back of your chair.

“Mr. Gojo, it’s always good to see you.” She said softly, leaning forward and handing him a little folded paper. You smirked, as did he, grinning and popping it down next to one of the ringed napkins.

“You as well, Kinako. Can we get a bottle of white to start?” He smoothly commanded, and her cheeks heated. “That good with you baby girl?”

You could feel her glare, and Gojo seemed to enjoy the reaction, as if he’d said it to prove something. You grow flustered, and feel his blue gaze on you, eyes twinkling with mischief. “That sounds perfect, Satoru. Thank you.”

“Ahem. Of course, right away Mr. Gojo.” She rushed off, leaving you two snuggling against the breeze, a strong hand cupping your jaw.

“Aww you jealous?”

“I figure this is everywhere you go.” He wiggles his brows.

“The ladies do love me.” He kicks his feet up and you scowl, shoving them down off the table. “What?”

“That’s so rude! You can’t just put your feet on it!”

“I pay enough.” He scoffed with a shrug, then peeked at you. “You don’t have shit to worry about.”

You felt a tightness in your chest as he spoke those words. “I wasn’t worried, it just would be nice if women weren’t so mean when I’m with you is all. So are you gonna keep her number?”

He snorted at you, shaking his head. “No. Why, when you’re right here?”

You kiss him then, uncaring of anyone around you both. “I don’t expect that you know.”

“Yeah well.” He crumbled up the number and winked at you. “I mean that pussy is elite, so.”

“Stop it. You’re actually being really sweet tonight. Thank you.”

“Mmm, I have my moments.” He nipped your lower lip as the waitress came back with a bottle and two glasses, a chilled fancy dark green bottle you couldn’t pronounce. “Ah, thank you.”

“Of course, Mr. Gojo. Here’s the menu!” She handed him it, and didn’t bother to hand you one, which at this point just made you burst out laughing. The waitress glared, and soon Gojo was laughing too, attracting the attention around you both. The girl grew pink with embarrassment.

“Is it okay if I eat too?” You ask her, and she looked properly ashamed, as Gojo nudged you with his shoulder.

“She’s such a angry bitch when she doesn’t eat. So abusive! Ow!” You smacked his shoulder, and he feigned injury. “God, save me from her!”

“I… I… ahem. I can get another menu.” You and Gojo went back and forth like children.

“No no, I’ll order this evil bitch something. Please pray for me, Kinako!” He took her hand, and you watched her melt, as Gojo’s shoulders shook with laughter. You felt so good and just… fuck.

Gojo was something.

“It better be yummy.” You threaten, and Kinako’s eyes are wide as Gojo holds a hand to his chest.

“Oh gosh, the pressure! She ties me down and makes me watch finance specials, you know. This is my cry for help!” You let out a pig like snort, your hands on your face as you die laughing.

“I’ll give you a moment, Mr. Gojo.” As she runs off Gojo nearly dies laughing right along with you.

“Now she’ll really want you!”

“Nah. She’ll be scared of your wrath.” He is flush from laughing, white hair falling in front of his forehead, shadows flickering in the evening lights of the rooftop restaurant, lit by soft lighting all around.

“You don’t have to turn anyone down.” You look down as you speak, but he tilts your chin up.

“No interest to me.” He said simply. Your lips part and you feel the desire for him pulling at you, the soft spot for him blooming. “I mean I like my nun, you know.”

“Good, your nun likes you. Okay what are you getting?” You peek over at his menu, and he points to some fancy name you can barely decipher. “Fuck, too expensive everything. Like maybe a chicken dish for me?”

He rolled his eyes. “I’m rich as fuck. Let me treat you, please.”

You sigh, and he explains things on the menu for you, pointing out what is what, you decide on a small dish and earn his glare. “What? It looks yummy?”

“I like a girl who eats.” You roll your eyes.

“I do eat… just don’t have that god metabolism you do.”

“Your body looks good as fuck. Don’t wanna lose that ass do you?” You feel your cheeks heat up as he teases you.

“Oh gosh. Fine. Maybe this one?”

“A little better.” He wrapped his long arm around you again so casually, and you liked it. A lot. “You're kind of like my girlfriend now, you know.” He was casual as he trailed his fingers down your shoulder.

Your eyes widened, goosebumps under the coat. “Wh-what?” He chuckled, tilting your head to his.

“I didn't ask you out, just saying.”

“You’re confusing.”

“If I wanted to, probably would do it while fucking, you say yes so easy then.” You breathed out a sigh, trembling under his touch, his energy around you intoxicating, making you nervous not being alone.

You gulp for some courage, sipping the delicious white wine then. “You think you’re that amazing huh?”

‘No, I know I am.” He pecked little kisses up your jawline, long fingers playing in your loose long hair. Your heart was going wild though you wouldn't show it.

“Maybe.” You concede, earning his shit eating grin.

“You got all excited. Do you want me to ask you out?”

“I…” You trail off when the waitress comes back, and for once you’re thankful for the interruption, your mind a jumbled mess. You'd expected maybe to be some kind of regular fuck with Gojo or something… and pathetically maybe, you'd take it. Because Lord that man was talented. But a girlfriend you hadn't thought would even be a thing. You’d wanted so badly to leave not long ago, but things had changed so much.

You missed him just one day without seeing him.

“I’ll have this, and this for the lady. Then we’ll have this for dessert together, and also this and this…” He pointed everything out as the girl wrote it all down on a notepad, smiling and bowing in her little blouse and vest.

“Right away Mr. Gojo.”

Gojo pours you another glass, and you sip it, tangy on your tongue, and then caught a drip on the corner of your mouth, wiping it gently with a thumb. You press a little kiss to it, enjoying the catch in his breath.

“It’s delicious. Thank you so much for tonight, Satoru.” You take his hand, kissing his knuckles, and Gojo lets out a little quiet moan, drinking in your body still stuck inside the overcoat. His hand catches your thigh, his thumb playing with the little garter, bending low towards you.

“Good I’m glad. I’m dying to see this.” He whispered, tickling your skin with his breath. “Torturing myself tonight.”

“Maybe it’s a little torutre for me too.”

“Is it? Fuck, You’re already so hot here.” He said softly, tauntingly, hand close to where you ached for his touch. “I love how easy you are for me.”

“I’m not easy…”

“ For me .”

You scowl, sticking out your tongue childishly. “Shut it.”

“Admit it, brat.”

“I’m not easy for you I just… I don’t know, fuck. I get… yeah… easy around you, ugh why do you annoy me like this?”

“You love me, don’t lie.”

You froze, tensing, hoping he would not push that one and was teasing like always. But thankfully, food came before either of you could say anything else. Gojo’s plates and bowls took up much of the table, and he looked like a kid eating cake on his birthday at this point. He started piecing out everything, making you a plate, making you smile with the care he showed.

“Try this!” Gojo popped a little delectable morsel into your mouth, truffle something or other, and your eyes close in pleasure.

“Mmm!”

“See, so good! And this!” He slid another bite of a shrimp of some kind, and you chew thoughtfully.

“Ooh it’s good too!”

Gojo’s eyes grew impossibly brighter, grinning. “See, and this!”

“Gojo you really love food.” He chuckled, popping food into his own mouth, making chewing look sexy somehow.

“I do indeed. Come on, keep that ass nice.” He winked and tried to put more food in your mouth, you chuckled and shook your head.

“Let me try my dish silly.” You start to cut up your meal, and fork a bite into his mouth now, which he takes as sensually as a human could.

“Ooh that’s good too!”

You fall into a comfortable silence as you both nibble, sharing bites and sipping on your glasses of wine as the breeze flows, scents of foods filling the air, and the scent of Gojo’s tantalizing cologne. It was easy to be with him, so easy it sort of boggled your mind, a mix of friendship and comfortability. Eventually you all finish and the waitress brings decadent desserts.

“Eat this! Try it, it's better than sex!”

You shook your head with a laugh, and he was forking something sweet between your lips, hand under your chin to catch any crumbs. He wiped the corner of your lips as you chewed, licking the finger. You chewed the delectable treat slowly, moaning as the chocolate melted against your tongue.

“Ooh, it is good. Oof!” He handed you another bite, so sweet and hot in your mouth. “Not better than sex though.”

He grinned wide, blue eyes narrowing. “I must be fucking amazing. Considering you hated sex just last week.”

You felt your cheeks heat, the lingerie rubbing against your skin making you ache in places as you thought of him in you. “You won’t hear any shit talking about that aspect of you. Just the other annoying shit.” You started nibbling on a piece of some berry cheesecake confection, he leaned in, opening his mouth. You give him a piece of it, popping it between his lips, and he licks your finger.

“You kinda felt like a virgin honestly.” He mused, softer voice so that it was just between you two, and you nearly choked, sipping on your wine, that had created a delectable head fuzz.

“You can be tight and have had lots of sexual experience. Doesn’t mean anything really.”

“No shit, I know that. I’ve played with a lot of pussies. But no, not what I meant. Like I broke something.”

“Gojo! The fuck! You’re so full of yourself that you think you broke me?” You whisper, and he shrugs, so full of himself that you realize this is still Gojo, as sweet as he’d been you’d gotten confused.

“Well, I just wonder if the boys never hit deep enough. Smaller than these, remember?” He wiggled his fingers at you.

“You’re ridiculous. I mean… I don’t know. If not, wouldn't it have hurt a ton with you then?”

“Didn’t it? At first.”

You paused. Shit. “But that’s because you’re huge.” You peer nervously, making sure you all are out of ear shot.

“Lots of women took this dick fine. You had some trouble. Granted, you are kind of petite there.”

“You probably just want me to have been a virgin so I complete your nun fucking fantasy.” You pointed a fork at him and he tried to look innocent.

“You really basically were. Never been eaten out, no blow jobs… do you even remember having sex with the small dick college dudes?”

You frown, sighing. “Not really no… As I said it was just twice and both times I was not sober, but bits and pieces. I know it happened. Condoms.”

“Ah…” He paused, then studied you. “We didn’t use one, hmm.”

You paused as well. “Huh. We didn’t. Well, I’m on birth control though, so we don’t have to… especially if you mean to be exclusive. If you don’t want to use them. Gojo is this the best place for this convo?”

He quit eating for a few, hand back on your thigh. “Sure it is. Fuck, the thought of you pregnant is kinda hot though. Maybe go off it.”

Your mouth opened in shock, then you felt yourself heat up, probably red as the jacket you wore, tucking your hair behind your ear. “Satoru! No, what the…”

“Mmm it is though.” His hand went to your tummy, splaying over it, leaned over you so close you were sure you two looked scandalous. But you craved his touch. “I wonder if I put enough cum in you if I can fuck through the birth control then?” His words were slow, deliberate, nearly a silent purr out of his lips and fuck… they did shit to you. A lot of shit.

“Jesus…” You feel your thighs shift, and he notices it, movements like a hawk. “Is this a kink thing again?”

He let out a low chuckle. “You could definitely say that. I think you may be a little interested in it by that response.”

You bite your lip against the thoughts that flow through your head, imagining him cumming in you, over and over, until… God you all were in public, what were you…

“Mind going wild?” He taunted you. You had no energy to lie, simply parting your lips a bit and sighing, as his hand pressed into your tummy, hot and firm. “Thinking of me filling you up here?” His lips caressed your temple as he bent low and murmured those dirty thoughts you shared.

You let out a little cry and then covered your mouth quickly, but he heard it, and the mood changed suddenly.

“Say it.” His hand pressed more, slipping under the coat you still wore deftly, thumb splaying down past your navel. “You could feel me here, couldn’t you?” You nod weakly. “Can’t use your words?”

“Mmm.” You cover your mouth once more, aching against the plush seat, unable to stop your reaction as friction started against your pussy. Gojo looks like he’s won the fucking lottery.

“Wanna go?” He asked, and you nodded.

You two asked the waitress for cases, and packed up food for later, you with trembling hands, and him with calm and sure ones, heading down the elevator until you were out in the night air, where Kiyotaka waited with the large black car. Gojo opens the door for you, and you two slide in the back seats, and it doesn’t take until the door is shut for him to start to unbutton your jacket.

Your head tilts back a bit, and he’s kissing your exposed neck, deft fingers undoing the buttons swiftly, until he opened it up fully and sat back, drinking your body in. His eyes grew hooded, full lips parted, his nostrils just slightly flaring before his hands eased the coat off your shoulders, just bunched up on your arms now, pooling behind you.

You were so beautiful, your lush breasts cupped by this lace, chains glittering against your smooth skin, exposed in little areas, concealed in others, enticing Gojo like nothing he had ever seen. You gaze up at him with desire in your eyes, your lower lip being bit by your teeth, brow just a little worried, as if you were nervous. But how could you be, when you were so perfect to him?

Gojo struggled to keep a steady touch, not to show how much you fucked him up mentally, what you did to him. You were his fantasy, and here you were, in something he’d dreamed of for a couple of years now. He got to watch you fall apart, show your true nature, embracing your desires, let go.

Even his dreams didn’t live up to you, however, his eyes were drinking every inch of your curves… sinful how good you look, soft, your skin silky, feelings written all over your face. You were leaving him wanting to kiss every inch… simultaneously driving him crazy as he pictured so many ways to have you.

Gojo was just sitting there, his eyes devouring you in your lingerie, not even touching you, and you shifted, pussy aching and insatiable for him, wanting some kind of friction. You craved his lips on you in the worst ways. Wanted more of that cock that had been inside of you only one time so far, but was now something you were desperate for again.

Big hands gripped your thighs, spreading them just a bit to see that you wore those crotchless panties, that your glistening pussy was bare to him. He groaned, then kissed you deeply, pushing you down into the back seat, tasting like the sweet treats he’d eaten and just… him. Gojo.

“Fuck, you’re perfect.” He whispered, and instinctively you wanted to shake your head, but he held your face, hard. “Nuh uh. No denying it. Got me?”

You nod then. “Thank you, Satoru.” You say instead, and his lips join yours once more, hard long body pressing on top of you, making your hips arch up and wiggle for more contact. His finger is quick to find your glistening folds, swirling your wetness around your already throbbing clit. You cry out, but he drinks your cries, going in aching slow circles.

“Fuck. I wanna do this in my bed.” He mumbled, and you gave a little breathless laugh, kissing his neck, tasting the little saltiness of his sweat.

“I hope you did clean your sheets after snorting coke on Erica’s ass.”

“Pshh, I really didn’t fuck her. God you’re jealous and don’t even date me yet, another hint you want it?”

“Am not! And I…”

“The sheets are clean as fuck. But we’ll probably be ruining them.” He eased off you, closing the jacket up loosely. “We’ll be home soon.”

You all get into Gojo’s house and it’s mere seconds before your coat is gone, leaving you looking obscenely sexual in lace and chains. He rubs his large hands greedily down your body, leaving each area in a trail of goosebumps on your skin, until he hits the thigh high boots, raising a brow.

“Ooh, I really fucking like these.”

“Yeah?” You tease, hands on his shirt, unbuttoning them slowly, pop pop they went until a large sliver of his chest and abdomen revealed themselves. His smooth pale skin was taut over each muscle and groove.

“Yeah.” He bent down, a breath away from where you were exposed, unzipping your boots slowly. “Steady yourself on me.” You did as he said, holding on to his bare shoulders as he lifted each leg. There was something ridiculously sensual about Gojo taking off your shoes…

He pushed you gently, until you were against the wall, and raised one of your legs over his shoulder kissing up your thigh and peeking up at you with that breathtaking azure gaze. Your heart stopped, breathing erratic, hands shaky on his strong shoulders. “May I?”

“You don’t have to ask.” You watched his reaction to those words, and stared down as the tip of his tongue slid up your aching slit, eyes not leaving yours, making you even more sensitive. “Ah! Fuck…”

You cried out and Gojo slid his tongue up and down again, tasting you, before his thumbs parted your lips to open the area to your clit, and he was flicking his tongue, fast. You lean back on the wall with your head, eyes fluttering shut, and Gojo was worshiping you on his knees.

Your hips were shoving forward for more of his wicked tongue, that seemed to know you even better now. He knew the pressure he needed, the pace, it was insane and heady. As he shoved his tongue in further, humming on your clit as he sucked it into his mouth, you started screaming.

“Satoru! Unh… yes… I … ah!” You fell apart all over him, your mind and body shattering from pleasure, shivering as it flowed through you, and he was drinking your wetness more and more, riding out your orgasm with his moans.

He eases up, and has to hold you, for your knees did not even want to function, before kissing you, deeply. “You taste so fucking good, baby girl.”

“Mnh… th-thanks.” You can hardly speak. He grins against your lips, then snatches you up, your legs around his waist, and he’s walking you through the house, opening the door of his room deftly, laying you down on his black soft comforter. His bed is so soft you feel your tense body aching.

“I don’t even want to take this off of you, but I need these out.” He mused, and sighed as he did so, unsnapping off your bra with ease. He also slid off your panties, but he paused on the stockings. “Hmm. Let’s keep these on. And this.” He fingered your chain. You nod eagerly, making him laugh. “Can’t find words, baby girl?”

You gulp, licking your lips. “Orgasm brain, remember?”

“Is that all it is? Not the talk earlier about me fucking a baby into you at the restaurant?” He yanked on the chain you wore, pressing it into your soft skin.

You gasp then, eyes wide, and his are sparkling, glittery blue, fucking wicked demon that he literally was. Your mind whirls, your eyes darting away, before being brought back by a firm hand on your chin. The scent of Gojo is everywhere in this room, clean and woodsy and so fucking addictive. It fills you, as does his breath, his touch, those words.

You lick your lips, peeking up at him through lowered lashes. “I want you to fill me up, Satoru.”

That came out of your mouth?

His body tensed over you, he had his pants off, and he shoved into you in one hard thrust suddenly, shocking you, filling you to the brim. So different from his ease inch by inch yesterday, but God it felt deliciously good, that cock stretching the tight cunt of yours. So deep it was damn near in your tummy he spoke of.

Gojo lifted your legs up over his elbows, shoving deeper. You cry out loudly and he's holding your face with two hands then, pausing,and he is so deep it's insane to handle. Wriggling under him trying to relax your muscles, but your pussy just throbs around the invasion and stays tight. Gojos hair falls over his brow as he states down at you.

“You okay?” He asks it through gritted teeth. You nod, sighing as you hold on to his strong arms. Even being a little rougher he clearly cared for your comfort.

“Good. Good.” You haven't been able to speak sensible words most of the evening. That really wasn't like you but Gojo's cock was now in the equation. He smiles above you, and pulls out to shove back in.

“How flexible are you?” The question made you worry what was next, and before you could answer, he had your legs all the way up, pressing them hard against your body. “You'll take my cum better this way.”

Gojo began to pump, hard and fast, but not fully in thank God, the friction and rhythm way too much, making your already sensitive cunt hit its peak quickly, and then you're cumming all over his hardness. He hisses, easing back and pushing deeper as your body becomes lubricated from your release. You moan into inviting lips.

“You feel so-so-so good, Satoru. So… so… mmm.” You were feeling yourself start to fall apart again as he fucked you deeper, making you ache, his eyes glittering as they watched your every expression.

“You feel so fucking good wrapped around this cock. Is this what you wanted all day, baby?” You nod weakly, and soon he eased up on your legs just a bit, yanking your choker off, air hitting the bruise.

Your screams echo the room as he bites hard on already sore flesh, tearing into the bruise as he fucks and fucks you harder, the slaps of his skin against yours loud. His balls are smacking against your ass, his pelvis against yours as he sinks deeper. Your head lolls to the side, fingernails digging into his perfect skin, leaving marks. Your body is taut, tense, as you feel another peak start to rise.

“You cum so easy for me, don't you little brat?” He demanded above you, breath making your throat burn from the new bite. “Look at me.”

You turn your sore neck, and he's kissing you again, sloppy, tongues sliding against each other, his saliva dripping into your mouth. He is moaning his own pleasure into your lips. Gojo yanks your body, sliding it down so he becomes impossibly deeper, now going in and out with ease. The noise of your wetness mixes with the sensation of it dripping out of you and around him.

“Use your words. You want me to fuck a baby in here. Don't you.” His hand presses to your tummy, and he grins, white and devilish above you. “I can feel my dick fucking your guts up.”

“I want you to. Unh. Please please please.” You had no shame anymore, head falling back into the soft bed as he now was fucking the shit out of you, using your body to yank you further onto his cock.

“You're so hungry for this cum, are you?” You nod, gasping for breath then when he reaches a hand down and finds your puffy lips, your little clit, rough thumb rubbing. You begin to shatter, everything fading but Gojo. “Say. It.”

The thrusts became even more intense, your over sensitive clit being played as your insides were jumbled by his cock. You gasp for any sense of self, mind whirling, your body on fire, tensing, muscles taut, but everything is just him. Satoru.

“I am. Fuck! Ugh. I want your cum so deep in me.” Your words made him shut his eyes, forehead resting on yours for a moment, you could feel him shaking.

“Do you, fucking cum hungry slut? Want it all in this tight fucking pussy?” He growled the words, and you should've hated them, but God you loved it. You'd be his slut. Goddammit. Especially as he started hitting that spot so deep only he could find it in you, making you see stars.

“I want it. I need it. In me deep, please-please. Ah!” The play became too much and you started cumming once more, nails digging into his back as you hang on for dear life while he rails you through your orgasm, heightening it.

Gojo hisses as your cunt is pulsing around him now, his hand easing off your slickness, to press against the bed next to you, leaning up his body and altering the position inside of you, rubbing against your walls. “Milking me with that little cunt for all of this cum, aren’t you?”

You just nod, wordless, breathless, each stroke making you oversensitive now. “Please, Satoru, please.”

He groaned over you, slowing, fucking erratically now, so tense. “Want me to put a baby in you?” He hissed the words through his teeth, brow furrowed, eyes bright and mad. “Fucking breed you?”

“Yes yes yes. Put a baby in me. Yours. Mnh yes.” He fell apart over you, with shaky groans, rhythm jerky. His arms are digging into the soft backs of your thighs, and you could feel his hot cum shooting in your tight hole, so deep. You felt yourself coming when he pressed against your cervix, bottoming out, pushing the cum further in.

“Take it all. Every fucking drop.” He throbbed in you as you did around him, sucking in all his cum, which was leaking out of you as it mixed with your own. You relaxed your body, gasping for air, and he eased your sore legs down, pulling out, and you trembled, his cum sliding out of your pussy down your inner thigh.

“Fuck.” You sat up just a bit on your elbows, panting heavily, and then he pulled off to look down at the mess he'd made, smiling like the devil.

“You took me so good, little nun.” He shocked you, playing with his cum that had fallen and shoving it back into you, hurting sensitive flesh with long fingers. His gaze was wild, and it intimidated you then, so powerful and fucking insane, eyes all dilated. “Don't waste all this cum, now sweetheart, take it all.”

“Satoru… I… I can’t…”

“All of it. Like a good girl.” Gojo shoved in more, and you felt tears prick your eyes, overstimulation taking hold from coming so hard so much. “Aww, you're so pretty crying and dripping with my cum.”

“Ugh. Fuck you, jerk.” He laughed, easing off you then just to lick on your sore neck, torturous. You hissed. “Fucking vampire!”

“You can run that mouth again, should I fill you up with more cum until you can't fucking speak?” You moaned, and he kissed down your breasts. “You are already so eager for more. My nun is becoming my little slut.”

“Can't… cant…. hurts. Too much, too much.” You shook when he sucked on one of your nipples, fingers shoving into you one more time, making you cry.

“Giving up, are we? Tsk tsk. Fine. I love looking at you like this, though.” Gojo shoved those long fingers into your mouth then, and you were sucking both of your come off them, tasting both of you, so deep it made your tears flow out more down your cheeks, pleasure, overwhelming, pain, so consumed. “So pretty, baby.”

You felt hot sticky tears fall to your lips, salty tasting along with the come, and you saw him gaze down as if he owned you. Maybe he did. Your brain didn't work anymore, as if his cock had truly scrambled it.

“Satoru… I…”

He finally slid off you, laughing at you now. “You're such a mess. Poor baby girl is in tears. Can't talk again? Did I fuck your smart little head up.” He kissed your forehead sweetly, a complete contradiction to his words.

“Ugh. Never mind. You're such a dick!” He laughed again, pulling you against him and hugging you.

“Now I have to know. What were you gonna say?”

“Fuck it, no.” You felt him wiping tears away, frowning now. He touched your chin gently.

“Hey, was all that too much?” His words were soft now, deep voice so caring it couldn't match a moment ago, caressing your face. “If you ever don’t like anything just tell me.”

“No, I liked it. A lot. Asshole.” He sighed a bit, as if relieved. “I just really am… I really… l…”

“Really love my dick?”

“Stop cutting me off!” He put a hand to his mouth trying to appear innocent. “Conceited ass.” You roll your eyes. “I… ugh I guess I just feel a lot for you.” You looked away, so embarrassed. He would probably taunt you, tease you…

“Yeah, same.” Your eyes met his in shock. He was on one arm studying you very seriously.

“Yeah?” You whisper, and he nods just a bit, tense himself.

“Yeah… although that's been a kink of mine, I've never fully acted on it.” Gojo's cheeks dusted with pink.

“Oh?” He nodded.

“I guess no one has made me want to put a baby in them so bad. Drove me a little crazy there for a bit.” His half cooked smile was sort of shy, a side you never saw of him.

“I drove you crazy hmm?” He nods. You feel way too warm inside at the thought. “Sometimes, you're really sweet, you know.” You caress his soft skin on his face, kissing his forehead. He closes his eyes with a sigh.

“I feel… Things too. Shit, this isn't normal even for good sex. The connection is… I…” Your heart thudded, body weak to fight anything, mind askew. He cleared his throat then, smirking. “You didn't even try to deny any of it tonight, no fight left huh. Just please Satoru, please!”

You scowl and smack him hard, he grabs your wrist with his wicked grin. “I can't tell if I like, love, or hate you at any given fucking moment. Ugh! You're so annoying! I’ll show you fight!”

He was laughing softer now, pulling you against his chest, warm against your face. “I kind of know the feeling, you're such a bitch. Then sometimes you’re my sweet, little cum hungry brat. Ah ah no more hitting. Or I'll smack the fuck out of this.”

His hand gripped your pussy and you squeaked. “No no no.”

“We will have to get working on that stamina of yours, little virgin nun.” You scowl up at him. “I’d like to fuck more than once in a day but no ‘I hurt Satoru, no no!’”

“Hate it is.” He grinned against your hair, snuggling you. “I took it way better this time, I am not a nun.”

“Fuck yes you did.” Another kiss. Another fall deeper into love you went for this shithead. Fucking Gojo. “Let me take care of you… That was a lot, hmm?” You nod shyly into his chest. “Want a bath?”

You moan. “Ooh yes please. I haven't had one in forever. Just have the stand up shower.” It sounds heavenly 

“I'll get you one started. And some ice for that neck.” He kisses you once more, hopping off the bed. “Be right back.”

You finally peek around the bedroom, breathing in and out a bit, your entire body was aching from his touches, from his cock, his hands… his teeth. You hiss in pain when you touch it, hearing the water running from the bathroom. His room is all in blacks and dark blues, elegant modern furniture, nothing too extravagant, but still looked sleek and expensive.

The bed you’d been positively railed on was a dark wood four post bed, high, thick and plush. So comfy your body wanted to just fall asleep in it. Your fingers ran over the cover, soft under your palms. Gojo came back, stark naked, and you felt yourself hurt from how gorgeous he really was, every inch of him so chiseled.

“You’re so…”

“Perfect?” He wiggles his brows, batting his spiky lashes. You shake your head at him as he sits next to you.

“Yeah.”

His eyes widened. “Really? Not a conceited shit?”

“That too.”

“Mmm, there’s my girl. I like how mean you are.” He gently kissed your neck where he’d been annihilating you over and over. You shiver, then he brought a cool little napkin against it. You moan.

“Oof, that feels good.” The cool ice feels so good you lean into it. He hands it to you, and you press it against your neck, as his fingers go down to your chain, gently unclasping it and then working on your garters. He peppered little kisses down your legs as he did so. “A girl could get used to this.” You mused.

“You’re awfully lucky. I’m Gojo Satoru and here I am, at your feet all the time.” He kissed your ankle then. You flush. “Blushing all over.”

“I do like you on your knees.”

“Oh fuck, dom much?” You shook your head, biting your lip, sitting there completely naked in front of him.

“Dom… Dominant?”

“That’s it. Look at you learning.” A fingertip taps the tip of your nose super condescendingly.

“You kinda are a dom though? Right?”

“I am. But I’d switch it up if you wanted.” He stood, and pulled you up.

“Me dominate you?” It was hard to imagine. He grinned.

“It’s not my thing really, but then again, I love when you’re so mean. Maybe I’d try it once. Let you fuck your frustrations on me.” Heat pooled embarrassingly in your lower tummy all over again.

“I should try on top some time though, yeah?” You ask, a little nervous for some reason. “What if I suck up there, though?”

He chuckled, bending down and popping a kiss on your head. “You won’t suck at all. We’ll try it next. Come on.”

Gojo guided you to his bathroom, which was bigger than your own bedroom, easy. Gorgeous tile, cream marble, an enclosed glass shower on the left and a giant claw tub on the right, pretty granite counters with two sinks and a lit mirror. The tub was filled with bubbles, and he bent down to shut the water off.

“It’s beautiful here. I haven’t ever seen your bathroom. Weird.”

“Come get in, princess.” He held out a hand, and you took it, easing your aching body into the tub. You suck in a breath as the hot soapy water hits you, sitting and sinking in, sighing, leaning your head back in bliss. “Never thought I’d have you in my tub.”

“Never thought I’d be in it.”

“You like?”

“Very much so. Thank you.” You peek up at him, and he is studying you, gently running his hand against your hair.

“Want me to wash your hair again?” You nod, shyly. “You’re so shy about silly things but I push cum in you and you’re good.”

“I’m just… in the moment I guess. Get in here.” You tug on his hand.

“I was gonna pamper you. From here.”

“Mmm, no, get in.” He sighs with a grin, standing, cock still huge even though it was not hard at full force at the moment. He comes to sit behind you, water rising, fragrant bubbles brushing over your breasts, his hard body against you. He eases your back against his chest, kissing your cheek.

“Such a demanding brat all the time.”

“Maybe I am.” You sigh in bliss, the water gently waving as he adjusted against you, growing hard again, you between his thighs. “Yep I love this.”

“Good.” He turned your face towards his with his hand, bringing your lips together, a hand trailing errantly up and around the peak of your breast. Both came to cup them, then, and you let out a little whimper. “How’s that stamina tonight, champ?” He teased your nipples with his deft fingers then, gently twisting them a bit, eliciting a gasp.

“You so doubt me, huh?”

You turned, thighs on either side of his lap now, bringing your pussy against his hard cock, your hands on his chest. He groaned, blue eyes sultry as they studied you, hands on your hips. You lean down and take his cock in your hand, placing it at your entrance, and his eyes flutter shut for a moment, cheeks puffing as he exhales, making you feel bold.

“Fuck you’re hot.” He murmured, pulling you against him, water splashing against you two, his thick tip stretching your puffy lips apart, making you tremble when it slid into your entrance just a bit. He halted you. “Hey, hey, let me work her up.”

“I can take it.” He raised a brow with a smirk, and you ease down on him, inch by inch, going up a bit to ease down more every time. Gojo’s jaw clenched, his grip tightened, two little lines between his brows.

He cried your name out when you sat down on him fully, and hearing it moaned from his lips was nearly your undoing. You shake as you hold on to him, fully sheathed in you, stretching tight aching muscles in your pussy. You shift a bit, and he hits something inside, and then you’re rolling your hips, hitting it again and again, starting to come already.

“Fuck, baby girl. Mmm.” He guided your hips, and you were thankful, so clueless up there on top of this beautiful person. His white hair was dripping wet in places, lips glistening from your kisses. You fumbled a bit, unsure of what to do, as if reading you, he pressed up against your cervix, making you throb, wetness and heat inside of you and around you.

“Like this?” You ask hesitantly, sliding up and then back down at an angle, he gripped hard, nodding.

“Do what feels good.” He took a peak of your breast into his mouth, sucking gently, and you began to listen to your body, to the sensations, riding him in the tub, both of you quickly finding pleasure heightened between you. Your legs start to ache, and then he picked you up and started fucking you.

“Mmm, I can do it.” You pout and he smirks under you, water sloshing all over your bodies.

“Let me use you like my little fuck doll. Yeah?” His words hit you hard.

“Yeah.” You managed to whisper, and soon he was using you just like one, making you come hard as he used your body to pound up into, and he continued on, until you both were drowning in your desire.

You were drying your hair with a fluffy blue towel, wearing one of Gojo’s super expensive dress shirts and nothing else, peeking over at him as he slid on a pair of black boxers and a soft gray tee shirt.

“So, would I ever be able to snort coke off your perfect tits? Hypothetically.” You started laughing at the random question. “Or ass maybe.”

“Nah I’m not Erica.”

He rolled his eyes. “Fuck off with that. I literally got drunk and high and just bitched about you leaving the whole time.”

“Aww, that’s actually cute. Kind of. Minus the snorting coke off her ass thing.” You pecked his lips then, and he exhaled, pulling you against him. “I don't like that shit.”

“I know. Haven't even done any since… since whatever the fuck we’ve been all week.”

You smile at that. What were you two? “It’s not my place to say not to, we’re like not together officially, are we?”

He frowned. “What do you call this then?”

“I don’t know… what do you call it?” He kissed you gently.

“Let’s start with this. You’re mine. Okay?” You tremble at his words. All you can do is nod. He groans, inhaling your scent and bending low over you. “You look so hot in my shirt.”

“It’s so comfy too!” You do a little shimmy and he chuckles, kissing you deeper and deeper. “Let's go to bed. We have to work tomorrow and shit.”

“Ugh fuck work.”

“We can work on the speech tomorrow night after?”

“You just want more of my dick, little slut.” You shove at him and he tackles you down to the bed. “I will try not to do much coke then, if it upsets you, by the way.”

You brush his hair back, soft from your bath, silky, studying him. “It does but like I said it’s not my place. I know it’s not like something you do in excess. Maybe I am the uptight stuck up bitch.”

“Oh you definitely are. One day I'll snort a line off you.”

“Oh fuck no you won’t.”

“So boring.”

“Boring? I just rode you in your bath, fucker.” You glare up at him. He sighs, pecking little kisses all over you.

“It was fucking amazing.”

“Yeah?”

“Mmhmm. Sleep, huh? Also boring.” He pouted and rolled his eyes. You shook your head and giggled.

“I’m sleepy, Satoru. You’re the best snuggler aren’t you?”

He preened at that like a peacock. “Fucking bet I am.”

“Then let’s cuddle.” Gojo slid under the covers with you, asking his device to turn off the lights, and you were in his arms. You ached to just tell him how you felt, but you were terrified to ruin shit before it started. Gojo kisses your head, gently wrapping an arm around you, spooning you. You felt so safe in his arms.

“Satoru?”

“Mmhmm?”

“Thank you for the date. It was perfect.” You could feel his smile against you then, as he pulled you tighter, the sounds only the clicking of the clock, the crickets outside and the two of you breathing.

“Even though the waitress was so dick hungry?”

You sighed. “I can’t blame her. You’re pretty hot, you know.”

“I do.” You felt him pull you tighter. “But you’re mine. So I’m yours. You could fist fight a bitch I bet.”

Yours. Mine. The words echo in your mind.

“Oh my god! No, I will not even.”

“So boring.”

“Shut it. Just kiss me goodnight.”

Gojo leaned over, and you saw his bright eyes even in the dark room, with the moonlight streaming throughout the thick black curtains of his room illuminating them. He kissed you softly, but firmly, impossibly igniting more desire and more feelings with every breath, before kissing your head and letting you turn back around against him.

You were pretty fucked.

How would work go?

Would he rail you on his desk?

Shit.

“Sweet dreams, baby girl.” He said with another kiss on your head, brushing your hair back gently. You kissed the hand that was playing with your hair, holding on to his arms that wrapped you tight.

“Sweet dreams, Satoru.”

Chapter 9

Ao3 Chap:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55424137/chapters/141807505

[zhng96]

TONGUE TIED! ― han yujin.

↳ in which no words can touch the feelings you have inside your heart that long for your childhood friend and classmate.

↳ req: could you maybe write about yujin from zb1? smth inspired by baby i by ariana grande (kinda like him or reader trying to confess but getting all shy and not knowing how to say it)

↳ pairing: childhood friend + classmate!han yujin x gn!reader

↳ warnings: swearing,, this is so bad im so sorry 💔

perm taglist: @tzuberry @hrtattcker @yueriots @neohyxn @avocarua @dwcljh @uyujns @knrejj @taeraemisu

being friends with han yujin as kids- despite still being kids- you figure that just because you grew up together didn't mean that you'd also grow old together.

after middle school, the two of you just kind of... fell out of touch. but, as the distance between you two grew, so did new feelings and perspectives on each other.

yujin was never one for expressing his feelings through his words- you on the other hand, consider yourself contemptly well-spoken.

but, with yujin- you found yourself scrambling to find the right words. when you pull out a journal, writing the feelings for the boys, you consider, is harder than writing a two page research paper on the most half-assed prompt given to you.

despite the falling out you two faced, you two were still just as patient, kind and willing to talk just as much as the other person.

this being said- with the embarrassing amount of times you've managed to get him alone to confess, you mess it up- whether you stutter, you are mid sentence and get all shy so you change the topic, or you lose your confidence before you even start your sentence and end up telling him a silly fun fact- yujin was always so patient. so patient, that you figured he already knew of your feelings.

(more below the cut!)

you quickly scratched that thought, surely yujin isn't the type to just sit around and let people walk all over him like that- he'd tell you if he was uncomfortable, surely, if he liked you back, he would've saved you your ego as well- so what did he know about your feelings?

let's just say, he knew a lot more than you thought.

even if yujin wasn't the best with words- hell was he good at reading people. he sees it all; the way you blush, you suddenly stumbling uncharacteristically over your words, and your obvious flustered state, all only occurring when you managed to get him alone.

not to worry though, he found your failed attempts at showcasing your affections very endearing. he figures that's what lead him to obnoxiously making it known to his friends that he'll stay behind to finish his report in the library once they are dismissed, hoping you'd hear his schedule for the hours after-school.

"dude, we haven't hung out in like forever... what are you planning to do afterschool anyways?" his friend scoffs sulkingly, raising his hands up in an effort to show his great distress.

"sorry... my mom's been seeing my grades drop so i think i'll head to the library after school today."

in his peripheral vision, yujin swears he sees you perk up- he takes this as a sign that he's succeeded in luring you out to talk to him again.

of course, yujin didn't mean to leave you in the dust like this because he wanted to- it was just... he wanted to see you, he wanted to talk to you, and most of all- he kind of enjoyed the blush on your face whenever you caught him alone and tried to talk to him. yujin knows you’re an intelligent person in many ways, he wants to hear you say the three words that tingle on the tip of your tongue.

it's been almost 15 minutes now since yujin has sat in his place in the library- a textbook open and his notebook on the side. it was all for show of course- but since the 15 minutes felt like a century, he decided to take up some real studying.

the silence of the library combined with the long words painted in the textbook- yujin feels his head drop. at the snap of his neck, he quickly composes himself again and shakes it off.

before he can go back to reading, a hand quickly snatches his wrist and forcibly drags him outside. hearing the library door close with a click behind him, yujin watches the back of your head. it was as if he could feel the steam rising from it.

you were mad.

coming to an abrupt stop, you tug at his wrist again, making him look straight into your eyes.

if he couldn't tell you were angry before, he sure could now. the fire in your eyes was a dead given.

"you know what's going on don't you? you've known this whole time?!"

yujin parts his lips in surprise, "what do you mean?" despite it coming out as a genuine question, he was certain he knew what you were trying to get at.

you immediately blush, regretting your bold action and instantly let go of his wrist.

"ah..." he smirks, watching your face light up in discomfort.

you meet his eyes to find a smug look etched across his face, "am i wrong?" you scoff, finding yourself unable to maintain eyecontact for longer than a second at a time.

you could almost feel how his smile got bigger at your remark, "sorry... i just wanted to hear it come out of your mouth."

your eyes widen at his implication. he wanted... to hear it. does that mean- "so instead you make me embarrass myself if front of you repeatedly?! you're the worst han yujin..."

"ouch... c'mon don't hurt my feelings now... you still have to confess~”

"oh you little!"

navi. mlist.

[enderpearlll]

I'm on my knees, PLEASE WRITE MORE FOR THE PRISON ARC!! PLEASE!!

Yandere!Bob Velseb - My Favourite Employee. Prison Arc PT.2???

Glad we all agree that prison arc Bob. That’s it, just prison arc Bob. Also I decided to go with more of a oneshot format for this one, just for variety.

Gender-Neutral reader, but pet names such as sweet pea and darling are used.

This is a bonus part to My Favourite Employee, so if you haven’t read it already please do so.

TW/CW: Yandere content, implied character death, implied murder, creepy behaviour, sadistic behaviour, blood/gore, etc…

“Sweet pea…” Scratch. Scratch. Scratch. “Don’t leave me…”

This was all the two thieves heard for several hours on end, rarely breaks in between the incessant scratching. For what felt like ages, the man had been murmuring and preaching about this ‘sweet pea’, whatever the hell that was.

Both of them lied still in bed, struggling to sleep due to the noise. Inevitably, the tallest thief had grown impatient and tired, groaning loudly in annoyance as he smashed the pillow over his head. “When will this guy shut up!” He yelled, muffled due to the shabby pillow over his head. The shorter thief had sighed deeply, digging his face into the pillow. “I have no idea…”

The taller thief had rolled over onto his back, facing the ceiling with an annoyed expression. He couldn’t sleep with the guy on the other side of the wall carving random shit into it. It was driving him mad. The shorter one had done the same, unable to sleep as well. “So…” He mumbled, as if they were gossiping in school. “Do you know why that guy’s in here?” The shorter asked, hugging his pillow to his chest and quirking an eyebrow.

The tallest furrowed his brows in confusion, peering over the edge of the bunk bed to glare at the shorter thief. “You don’t know?” He asked, watching as his cell mate had shook his head no. The taller one had sighed deeply, pinching at the bridge of his nose. “His name is Bob Velseb. Got in before us, I think. It was all over the news. Used to own that burger joint we used to go to.” He said, pausing to clear his throat. “It said he was busted for eating people or something.”

“What?!” The shorter thief had cried, much to the horror of his taller companion. “Shhh! He’s literally on the other side of this wall, idiot!” He spat, glaring at the other man with a dirty look over the edge of his bunk. The shorter one had grinned nervously, laughing disingenuously. “Ahah, sorry…”

“I don’t think that’s all though.” The taller thief had returned to his former position, grimacing when the scratching had started again. “Pretty sure he was stalking someone too. Someone that worked for him.” He finished, exhaling greatly when his shorter companion had gasped. “What? Really? How did you find that out?!”

“Well, I don’t think the news reported it, but the cops were talking about it one night, the first week that big guy was here.” The taller thief mentioned, adjusting his homemade balaclava. “Middle of the night, too. Must’ve thought we were sleeping.” The shorter thief had shifted on his stomach, leaning his chin on his hands and kicking his legs back and forth. “Wow, that’s creepy… What happened to that worker?”

“No clue. Don’t even know if they even mentioned them in the news reports, must’ve been under protection or something.” The tallest said, before a sly grin stretched over his face. “But man, they were real good lookin’.” He uttered, the bed creaking beneath him. The shorter thief gasped dramatically, flushing red with embarrassment. “You still remember them?!” He nearly shouted, legs pausing midair. Pausing in thought, he shook his head and glanced upwards. “You’re right. They were kinda cute…”

“Yep. Should’ve asked for their number before the place shut down, would’ve been perfect.” Both of the thieves fell into a period of brief silence, the urge to sleep pulling their eyelids down like curtains. Bidding each other a quiet goodnight, neither had noticed mid-conversation that the scratching had paused, and so did the rambling.

Bob was huddled in the corner, chest heaving with pure anger and resentment. How DARE they mention his sweet pea, nonetheless even speak about them? He felt his hands tremble with anger, driving his fist into the concrete wall. He heard the two thieves jolt awake angrily, cussing him out through the wall. Bob felt a sadistic grin stretch over his face, relishing in their suffering.

Nobody talked about his sweet pea like that, ever. Not if he could do anything about it.

-

On a cold winter night, the thieves had finally managed to break free of that ungodly jail and the crazy jail mate that made their lives miserable. After that night he got even more annoying. They had ran until their lungs nearly gave out, collapsing near a dumpster in a shady alleyway. The two of them slumped against the dumpster, teeth chattering in the January chill. They shivered and trembled, desperately trying to converse heat by hugging themselves.

“S—So, s-should we go rob some jackets?” The shorter thief had said, voice shaky and quiet. “Maybe some g—gloves?” He pleaded, looking at his taller companion for an answer. The former had slowly nodded, shaking harder than a leaf. “S—Sounds good…”

The two of them jumped when a gust of wind had tore through the streets, howling louder than a pack of wolves. They both peered at the entrance, where a tall, burly silhouette had stood tall and menacing. Glancing at each other anxiously when it had stalked closer, they both swallowed thickly when they noticed the sharp blade in their hand.

“Did you know…” A deep voice uttered, blending in with the wailing winds. “That the taste of human flesh can depend on different factors such as which part of the body or diet?” He finished, a drop of drool bleeding down his chin when he noticed the fear in their eyes. He was feeling quite peckish right now, a quick bite wouldn’t hurt… Even though Bob wouldn’t usually settle for just cheap cuts of meat, he couldn’t just waste food!

Raising his knife above him, Bob erupted in an erratic fit of laughter. Such lowly trash that mentions his darlin’ didn’t deserve a painless death, no. Bob was going to make this as painful as he could, until their blood dyed the pretty white snow a scarlet red.

- bonus ig -

When winter’s reign bled into the warmer months and had risen back from it’s slumber into the autumn months, Bob was well on his way to finding his darling. He had a strike list. Halloween night would be the night where he’d finally find you again, Bob just knew it. He felt it deep in his heart as he stalked closer to a cheap looking haunted house, drool dripping down his chin.

Bob pulled a blurry polaroid picture of a black-haired boy at a grocery store, his name scribbled beneath his photo in smudged red ink. Streber, it had said. Took him forever to find who had stolen his sweet pea away from him, but with enough dedication he had done it. As he walked up onto the creaky oak steps, Bob felt a sense of sick accomplishment crawl down his spine.

One down, two to go.

[retro-rat]

I finished up the Morrowind shrine on the site. It's a little mid and I might touch it up later, but it does the basic thing I wanted it to do. I'm close to the end of my every-few-years play through of Morrowind and also running Tamriel Reborn. I wanted to finish this up before I got done and lost inspiration. Or I would have to wait another year or 3 and play in a different resolution and mangle the previous parts in the shrine when I take screenshots. Story time under the cut!

I first played Morrowind ages ago. I was just in middle school and mostly played console stuff. I had a few PC RPG's I played like Gothic or Diablo 1. I played Daggerfall for a very tiny bit but could just not break through. Granted, I was like 9 and not a native English speaker. First time was a little rough, I made a Nord Barbarian or something daft and didn't understand the Fatique system. I bounced off but came back a little later when I was done with another FF6 run. I made a Dunmer woman, Irel Ashwalker. I had done a little reading about ashstorms in the game and remembered a Dunmer woman with a similar name in the starting town. Originally I had no clue about the naming conventions in The Elder Scrolls Games. Irel was just a PC at first. Just a Thief/Mage that roams and ultimately became the Nerevar. It was only on later playthroughs where I kinda started forming a story. Irel was abducted at a young age by slavers near her home of Hla Oad but freed later by a passing group of sellswords in the Redoran Velothis region. They did not help her further. She roamed to a neighbouring town close to Omaynia. She stole from a small market and ran over the border to Cyrodill. She found a short-term home in the Cheydinhal region in a small settlement. She found her way to the local Thieves Guild and do a few odd jobs. Spending her money on books about myths and esoteric subjects is where most of her septims went. Irel always had a bit of a magical knack, but didn't really know anything beyond a vaguely remembered incantation to call forth an ancestor. Irel made her last round through the town before leaving. She cleared out the locals Mages Guild and thought herself smart enough to get away. From the pouches filled with stolen items shines bright light all of a sudden! A spell activated by a mage who just noticed his beloved artifacts missing. While throwing out all the light emiting items she was found by a local guard and a mage. A mage with a grin on his face as he collected his items from the ground. in chains, Irel is taken to the dungeons of the local city. Soon she will be delivered back "home".

[burstfoot]

SARIA BLAST

List for reference:

Saria x Gladiia x Kal'tsit (you can break this up into its constituent ships)

Saria x Penance

Saria x Whislash

Saria x Ho'olheyak

First up is Saria and some women older than her.

Sariia (Saria x Gladiia):

I like the idea of an intelligent, strong, hypercompetent, silver-haired, nigh-indestructible woman falling for an even more intelligent, hypercompetent, silver-haired, nigh-indestructible woman. Also they’re both over six feet tall, there is no way they’re both under six feet according the the game. You’ve also got that sweet Land x Sea dynamic going on.

I think it would start as months or years of them staring at each other intensely at formal events until one of them cracks.

You can also put some Saria x Kal'tsit in there for some Calcium x Calcite action. Also the smartest silver-haired polycule on Terra.

And of course, I’m assuming that Gladiia/Kal'tsit is happening at all times.

Anyways, more Saria ships:

Saria x Penance. Two women in positions of moderate power, in roles designed to protect people, kept from that role by the meddling of other forces which has gone ignored by those supposed to provide oversight. Also middle-aged woman yuri. (Saria is canonically 34, but I refuse to believe she is younger than 40. Well, Kristen is canonically 34 and they went to college together.)

Also, because Kristen isn’t confirmed dead, Penance could advise her on the divorce. Apparently Saria only needs to make it public knowledge and have a reasonable chance of Kristen seeing it, according to a quick search on divorcing absent, living partners.

Oh yeah, throw Kristen x Saria in there, but we know that’s pretty much canon.

Next is Zoria (Whislash x Saria). This one started out as a typo when trying to type Zofia. They’re both women who had days they look upon with fondness, now torn from them, with no way to go back. Also Zofia is single and Saria is… newly single. I haven’t read much regarding the Nearls. This ship is my least thought out.

Finally: Saria x Ho'olheyak. This one started when I saw the CG of Ho'olheyak grinning widely as Saria pinned her to the wall by the throat (same), but there’s actually something there.

If you interpret Saria as a woman haunted by her past (like in DramaticGaze’s “A Dance”), Ho'olheyak could either provide a strange comfort as a woman who has quite literally had her future torn from her for the sake of the past or they could end up in manipulative toxic yuri. AND it’s middle-aged woman yuri!

Saria/Gladiia: Sorry, don't see it. They're kinda similar, but from such different worlds and not in a way that interests me like Susie/Gladiia... and the thing about Land/Sea applies to Gladiia and 90% of the cast. Saria/Kal'tsit: Didn't really get sparks between the two of them when they talked in the manwha. Similar missions, but live in entirely different worlds, can't see it. Saria/Penance: In terms of crack ships I am more interested in this one, I think there's a bit more chemistry there but I'd need to see like, a story around it to be convinced.

But I do have to say (and no hate when I say this): Penance is not middle aged, it's never been confirmed she's middle aged, and I know saying 'she doesn't look middle aged' in a gacha game means nothing, but she doesn't! I don't think her age is elaborated on anywhere, but she's treated as the new generation in Siracusa alongside Vigil (who is like early 20s at most), so I don't know where this idea of her being in her 40s came from. Realistically, I think she's around early to mid-30s (has spent 10 years as a judge after school) but I wouldn't be surprised if we learn that she's like, 28

Kristen x Saria: Wrote a fic about it, it's the core of Lone Trail and the Manwha, it's absolutely heartbreaking, I love them. Whislash x Saria: Self-admittedly not much here. They were meant to co-star in a sportswear skin line together though

Ho'olheyak x Saria: Oh Saria had one really unfortunate night shwants to forget about while still trying to move on from Kristen on the landship after Lone Trail and Ho'olheyak won't let her forget. Love it

[thatlonelymushroom]

☆~First Meet~☆ !

Gn!Reader x Hitoshi Shinso - Fluff! (Slightly Cringey)

*Disclaimer* I do not own the image above (If it's yours and you would like credit just message me.)

Word Count : 558

A/N: Hey everybody! I'm really sorry If this comes across as rushed or cringey. This is my first shot at writing stuff- so it probably should've stayed in the drafts... but oh well! Hope you enjoy :)

You first met him when you were working at your family’s cafe, you were both sixteen. Even now you can remember the very first moment you saw him. It was mid afternoon, you were taking up extra shifts to help out your mom with the shop. You were in the middle of serving a customer when you spotted a brilliant mess of purple hair, immediately drawing your attention away. You watched as the boy, who looked around your age, drifted across the shop lazily, choosing to plop down in a white sofa chair. You saw him reach into his backpack and take out several sheets of paper and a notebook. You quickly finished up with the customer, “Alright, so that’ll be it?” The customer nodded in response. Satisfied, you headed behind the counter again, checking the time which read 3:59 pm. You thought to yourself, Well my shift ends in a minute- but I should still serve that one guy at table 3, it’d be rude not to… Right? It had been a slow day, there were only a couple customers in the store, that guy had just walked in, and your mom wasn’t going to be there for a couple minutes. So you might as well. You sighed and grabbed your notepad, heading over to the guy. “Hello, My name is Y/N and I’ll be your server today!” You said with your normal cheerfulness. Apparently the guy had been distracted, because when you spoke he looked up abruptly- seemingly startled.

“Oh- hi.” The purple haired boy replied, looking back down at his papers.

You stood there awkwardly for a moment, not sure what to do. Isn’t this the part where he tells me what he wants? “Uhhhm, so what would you like?” You asked while flipping your notebook open to a fresh page.

“Right. Could I have a Chai latte?” He said, looking straight into your eyes.

You felt yourself blush, you hadn’t noticed how handsome he looked. He had deep purple eyes, with a soft expression on his face, and slightly messy hair. He was wearing a school uniform, a gray blazer, and green pants. 

“Miss?” 

You quickly snapped out of it when the boy spoke, you realized you had been staring. Flustered, you spoke in a hurry, “Yesofcoursecomingrightup!” And ran off to the counter in a hurry. 

You couldn’t believe how much you just embarrassed yourself. Yeah that was a cute guy, but you didn’t have to make yourself look like such an idiot! You thought while preparing his drink. You quickly thought of a plan to apologize for yourself as you walked back over to him. As you set his drink down you said, “Hi, uh- I’m really sorry if I came off awkward before. It’s just I thought you were really cute, and- uhm, yeah so I got kinda flustered, but uh- so sorry about that- anyway have a nice day!” The boy looked at you with such a shocked expression, but before he could even open his mouth you rushed off to the break room. 

Later when you went back to give him to collect the money, you found that he was gone. No traces left except for the receipt, with the payment on top. As you grabbed the cash, you spotted something peculiar on the receipt- a phone number. 

[keouil]

let me begin as a quiet thought

shoko fails her first board exam. 1k. gojo/shoko. fluff. also on ao3.

"No."

Gojo bristles, takeout bags falling to the ground in mock hurt. "But I haven't even said anything yet!"

They were in one of the hospitals Shoko was interning in for the summer, a respectable mid-size clinic doubling as a teaching school in the suburbs of Tokyo. The smell of septic and alcohol loitered around the halls, and Shoko was hyperaware they were having this conversation in full view of the transparent glass dividing the laboratory from the classrooms; that any of her superiors or colleagues could just walk in. It was the middle of the night and usually prime time for catching up on medical readings and backlogs, but evidently, Gojo didn't know the first thing about medical students and their near neurotic study routines. 

"Exactly," Shoko eyes him with irritation. She can hear some of her classmates whispering behind the door and sharpens her eyes to a menacing glare. "And nothing good ever comes out of your mouth so I'm just gonna stop you right there."

Gojo blinks. "We haven't seen each other in weeks," he says pouting, an honest to god pout, and now Shoko is positive she's hearing squealing and howling and all she wants to do is incinerate herself in the crematorium. Gojo notices none of this because of course. "And already you’re being mean."

Shoko holds up a hand. "Save the dramatics for Ijichi."

She sidesteps in front of him, trying to conceal him from prying eyes and ears. It doesn't ever work because Gojo is a 6-foot attention magnet, but she can at least try to put up an effort. Dragging him out into the hallway, she added lowly, "I told you to stop visiting me in school. You know I hate it when you just show up like this."

"I left like fifteen messages!" Gojo points out, grabbing his phone to show receipts. Shoko doesn't bother looking to confirm, knowing he was probably right, but not wanting to give him more ammunition. "I asked you just this morning if you were free!"

"Gojo," Shoko began warily, keeping her voice to a minimum. She grabs his shoulder sleeve, bringing him down with her so she can say this part eye level. "I cannot stress this enough. I am in the middle of studying for possibly the most important exam of my life and career. You'll forgive me if I don't exactly have time to reply to any one of your million invites for coffee.”

"And you don't even drink coffee!" adds Shoko accusingly, punching him on the shoulder. She feels like a highschooler again chastisting him and Getou for making her late because of yet another off-campus expedition. 

"Of course I don't drink coffee," Gojo parrots back to her easily, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Fixing the takeout bags under his arm, gestures to her, "You know this. Nanami the cafe-hopper knows this. The barista by the bistro near our school knows this and prepares milk tea for me instead."

Shoko has her mouth open ready to retort, but is stopped short by him hushing her.

"But you do, Shoko. You and the rest of the human population apparently. And since none of you ever want to go mochi shopping with me or go through Tokyo's must-try artisan shops, I have to make do and adjust, don’t I?"

"You make it sound like we're forcing you to drink the stuff," Shoko retorts. "But you're always the only one sending invites on the group chat."

"And none of you ever reply!" Gojo points out accusingly. "So really, you've kinda forced my hand here."

"I did no such thing!" Shoko hisses at him again, voice going up an octave. It was unlike her to lose her cool, but then Gojo always managed to grind her ears so easily like it was his birthright to annoy her. "And how many times do I have to remind you: I am normal here," she drops her voice to a hushed whisper, looking around. "I'm just a normal girl going to a normal medical school because it's the normal thing to do. Having my ex-classmate with white hair and blue eyes show up unprompted ruins all of the mystery I've built up!"

Gojo immediately splutters. "Mystery? And who are we trying to be mysterious for?"

He pokes his head up, trying to look around for the classmates he saw earlier: the same ones he asked for help in finding Shoko, the same ones who couldn't quite wrap their mind around who just showed up, and the same ones who were none-too-subtly trying to peer up at them from behind the glass panel.

"Show me the guy. I have to approve, of course. Unless it's a woman—then—ah, well, I trust your judgement."

Shoko wanted to split her hairs out in frustration. "There's no one, you fool!" she wacks him over the head. "And enough with that approval bullshit. Seriously, do you guys not remember how you scared Ijichi off his first year?" she shakes her head disapprovingly. "It was a fucking Valentine's card, not a bomb threat."

Gojo wasn't appeased, still craning his neck for potential culprits. "Can you really blame us? Yaga threatened us both with castration if anyone so much as damaged a strand of your hair." Shrugging, he adds non-committally, "It gets to you, you know."

None of this was helping her. 

Gojo being there at probably the most stressful week of her life and being his usual Gojo self, so far removed from the reality of life outside jujutsu sorcery, and the meagre little things: taking entrance exams for colleges, choosing your top three universities, mulling over which specialization to take. Shoko knew this wasn't the kind of life meant to contain the strongest the world had ever seen: but for her this was enough. And this was it. And by and by she's finding it hard to reconcile herself with the version of herself that existed in highschool: the body bags, the loss, the total abandonment of a belief system that told her even the mighty could fall.

Because oh, what a fall.

"You okay?" 

Shoko blinks, only just realizing there was a pregnant pause in their conversation. The teasing glint in Gojo's eye dulled now, so slightly, and because they were now each other's oldest friends: she could see, then, the thinly veiled concern. And that's how she knew.

"Who told you?"

Gojo just looked at her for a while, before sighing deeply. "Well," he starts tiredly. "Since you never talk to me about any of this, who do you think?" he pauses. "Utahime."

-

Shoko was going to kill Utahime.

Maybe. Not really. She's not quite sure just yet how to deliver corporate punishment on the one friend she did willingly keep tabs with, if only for the easy conversation about the lazy humdrums of Kyoto that Utahime was always more than happy to talk about. Utahime meant well, always did. And so Shoko was maybe just going to send a dead frog her way instead of flat-out murdering her.

Gojo, on the other hand. Well.

Shoko kicks him from under the table. "Spit it out," she says. "What are you really doing here."

They were now in one of the outdoor cafeterias of the hospital. It was mostly empty during this time of the night, save for the expanse of stars illuminating the open area and the welcome breeze of August evening ghosting on their skin. The entire area was cordoned off by a lake, white doves and swans loitering about.

“Ouch,” Gojo feigned hurt like he always did, rubbing at his ankles and giving her an accusing look. "Is that how you greet a friend who traveled nearly 3 hours just to bring you coffee?"

"No," Shoko says, grabbing one of the takeout bags he brought and rummaging through the pile. "That's how I greet anyone who shows up to my workplace under explicit warning not to—only to ignore it. As usual." Frowning, she clicks her tongue at him, "Where's my cigarette?"

Gojo shoves her hands out of the way. "And that is exactly why I drop by often. And unannounced. Who else is going to keep your smoking in check?" he winks at her before pulling out a can of mocha latte and an honest to god Lawson egg sandwich. "Try this instead."

"You've got to be fucking kidding me," Shoko deadpans.

Gojo ignores her. "No. On the contrary, I'm here to set your eating habits right."

"Says the guy who lives on a crepe and pancake diet."

Again, Gojo ignores her. "Like I said, I'm here to set your eating habits right. When was the last time you had a hot meal?"

"I eat just fine," Shoko quips back, stealing a pack of onion chips from his stash. He looks at her disapprovingly but just pushes more snacks in her direction. "And I'll have you know I don't smoke as much now. I took an oath, after all."

Gojo doesn't look convinced. "Right."

"Seriously," Shoko insists, head jutted up in pride. "Ask any of my classmates. I quit just before I started preparing for the boards."

"And who is this I'm going to ask?" Gojo looks her way, imploring. "This mystery man?"

Shoko gives him the middle finger. 

And just like that, they slip back into an ease of conversation and dynamic that feels both weighted and thin as air. There was so much violence, Shoko thought, in their world: both when she had a scalpel in her hand or cursed energy flowing from the tips of her fingers. Sometimes she feels like she just traded another unbecoming for another. But maybe it was easier, this time, to divorce herself from the expectations: it was infinitely easier to put a stranger into a body bag if she ever had to at all.

And really there are still these little pockets of lightness, like when the stars hang low on an unassuming Friday night and her lungs aren't burning with gasoline to try to keep up with the corpses and she has never felt so grounded: that Shoko remembers, for the first time, how to breathe in.

Shoko feels a chill in the air. Gojo notices. "Cold?"

"If I was," Shoko says somberly, voice small in the stillness of the night. "Are you going to give me your jacket?"

Only before she even finished the question, a jacket was shrugged into her shoulders. Gojo fastens the top button before facing back to look at the lake. It smelled like fresh laundry and vanilla.

It's quiet for a few moments, with only the sound of crickets in the distance and the steady stream of the river blanketing the silence. So quiet, in fact, that Gojo needed to strain his ears to hear it: 

"Thank you," Shoko says, and then: "For everything."

[skyfcx]

I was doing some thinking and got super reflective and now I kinda wanna just ramble about it for a second.

Was thinking about s t e a k c a k e again and how I've been writing on this site for upwards of eight years now. It wasn't all consistent, there are definitely points where I fall off the face of the planet for months at a time, so we could honestly round down to seven years of writing as a whole and that'd probably be more accurate.

But when it comes to simply existing as an entity that resides on this website? Yeah, I've been here for eight years. Started my first blog in mid-to-late December in 2015. So basically 2016 y'know.

And... the writing on that blog? I gotta say, it's honestly?? not?? that bad??? Like it's not the greatest and the presentation of the blog as a whole is god-awful. Jesus kid why do you fucking scream in all caps in the tags in literally every single post, please calm down. But! I clearly had a grasp on what made good words to put on a page! When it came to the meat and potatoes of writing, it seemed like I knew what I was doing!

Now, granted, before Tumblr I did write short stories on my own, but those were....... those were bad. those were flat-out bad and i still have access to them and i actually cannot read them because they terrify me that badly. But for my stuff on Tumblr? It's genuinely not the worst stuff in the world, looking back.

That realization made the little goblin in my brain go "mwah-ha-ha, have you even gotten better in all those years? i can't believe you peaked in middle school you cringe ass little nae nae boy" but. I think the nicer way to look at it is that I was always pretty good at this writing stuff, even if I didn't think it back then. And that is just a nice thought to hold onto.

And since then, there are other aspects that I've gotten better at for sure! I've gotten better at presentation, making the text actually engaging to look at since I worry about reader retention. And I break up my super long paragraphs way better, that's something I hate a whole bunch. There's nothing more ugly than one super big paragraph, blegh. Like, imagine this paragraph and the one before it as one big chunk. Too much, it's just ugly.

With that, my pacing of things had to evolve! If you're gonna break paragraphs up more, gotta figure out when to cut them off. Can't just press the enter button wherever you want and call it a day. But... yeah, all of this is just to say that I hope younger me knows that he's not half bad at writing. I'm happy he stuck around with it for so long.

[sagiow]

15 questions

tagged by @tough-n-dumb, thanks friend!

Were you named after anyone?

Not “after”, per se, but my dad “discovered” my name after making a new friend in the glorious Montreal Red Light Disco District... who turned out to be an Italian exotic male dancer (he never told my mom that’s where he got the inspiration from until 30-some years later)

My middle name is my mom’s because my frazzled, mid-20s, overwhelmed first-time parents hadn’t thought of one before he went to register my birth so he kinda blanked and went with hers and she was pissed off because she doesn’t  like her name.

0/2, Papa.

When was the last time you cried?

Some time in the last month.

Do you have kids?

Two, elementary school age, although the eldest is solidly in his tweens and giving me a fantastic preview of the fun years ahead.

Do you use sarcasm?

Just did, didn’t I?

Actually, much less than I used to when I was younger. Mostly for joking around  or ranting about our incompetent colleagues with my work wife.

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Not to sound like a hippie on Main, but I’d say their energy? Their vibe? Some people come off as very warm, and others colder (and some, downright antipathic). Some have this bubbling, crackling energy to them, others are super chill and calm. Some have this spark of intelligence or quick wit about them, and others make you wonder if there’s anybody home. So a bit of all of that.

A smile, greeting and eye contact (can all be super quick, just acknowledge you see the other person) go a long way in giving off good vibes, so we’ll definitely start on the wrong foot if the other person doesn’t do any of those. Be polite.

What’s your eye color?

Brown

Scary movies or happy endings?

I don’t like scary / horror movies with gore and torture. I do enjoy a good ghost story (the Gothicker, the better) and some psychological horror.

Love happy endings although unhappy ones definitely inspire a lot more fanfic.

Any special talents?

I never look at the picture when doing jigsaw puzzles and WILL complete it before you do.

Where were you born?

Province of Québec, Canada

What are your hobbies?

Phew... there’s a few, and they tend to be seasonal. Summer is reading, hiking, baseball, gardening, camping. Other seasons have baking, crochet, watching TV, playing old-school computer games, and getting ready for whatever holiday or birthday is upcoming. Puzzles and writing year-round (if inspiration striked and fellow fans are around!)

Have any pets?

2 cats (and often at least another because we are a foster family to our local rescue), 2 rabbits and 4 3 chicken (found one dead yesterday after that major storm / tornado passed. Her ancient 3 year old heart couldn’t handle it. RIP Matante.)

What sports do/have you played?

Phew... there’s a few there too. I’m always down to play pretty much anything with a ball (beach volleyball! street ball hockey!), but on the other hand, will probably get my Canadian citizenship revoked at some point because I do no winter sport except for snowshoeing and some shitty skating.

I played provincial-level softball and badminton in school. I did recreational synchronized swimming, various styles of dance, varsity basketball. Now, I play softball, tennis (although my dad is aggressively trying to draft me into pickleball), try to get in a game of golf or two per summer (every addition to this sentence makes me feel 10 years older). In non-summer, I practice aikido, and love hiking, especially in the fall.

How tall are you?

5′7″, or 170cm

Favorite subject at school?

History and Drama in High School, Anthropology and some of my Forensics classes in University (”no applied science”, you ask? meh, not really. Science was me playing Life on Safe Mode).

Dream Job?

I would’ve loved to study Anthropology further and become an archeologist (although I did take one Biological / Genetic Anthro class that was absolutely fascinating and made me reconsider Things) but I’d had enough Academia back then. I wanted to get a job, stop being beyond broke, and travel.

Nowadays I get this massive urge to dump everything corporate and move someplace with shorter, kinder winters, ideally not too far from the sea, and get a bunch of goats and chicken, fruit trees and grapevines, grow a shitload of tomatoes and eggplant, bake bread daily, and write in the evenings. Just need to win the lottery first but then I’m makin’ it happen.

tagging (apologies for the double tags if you got them, I lost track) @jomiddlemarch, @tortoisesshells, @fericita-s, @combat-librarian, @divinecomedienne, @luarenah

[dysgraphic-cat]

Hello 💗 it's me again, aubrey

As I already specified in my introduction post, this is a post fully about dysgraphia 💗

It will be mostly about my story with it so have fun reading it! But don't forget to think and leave questions!

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Back when i was very little, my parents and grandparents noticed i was a little more energetic than most kids my age, but they thought it was normal for some kids to be this way, so they didn't think much about it

When I started going to school, first of all the one for kids from 3 years old to 6, I started experiencing the first symptoms of dysgraphia

We had to draw like everyday and sometimes even write, the teachers noticed my hand was usually tired after just 15 minutes but they really didn't tell my parents anything because they didn't want to do any more work in case they chose to send me to get diagnosed at a young age, which sometimes is normal

So every year the symptoms kept going and sometimes becoming worse, when i was 6 years old my school decided to force everyone that age to write A LOT, and you can tell i was always tired

In that school until you're 5/6 you get to sleep mid day, which i even enjoyed because I could rest my hands and arms, well we got that removed at that age, and my hands couldn't take it pretty much, my parents really didn't know anything though

When I changed school to start elementary school I was of course still a lot more energetic than most kids, most times i couldn't be still, of course the teachers started worrying and I was sent to psychology every week

They wanted me to get a hold of myself, it worked a little but not too much, the teachers noticed a lot of things and started telling my parents, who later went to confront my old teachers about that and they confessed everything

"We did notice she had something different, but we didn't want any issues so we didn't say anything about it" of course my parents are still mad at that, mostly my dad though

I kept going there and one day in 4th grade my teachers told my parents that I should have been got tested for any kind of learning disability

So I did all the testing there was to do and i got diagnosed with dysgraphia

My parents were really destroyed because they started thinking I was purely useless and could never have a talent in writing, sports or anything like that, in fact my talent is mostly in arts like music and theatre

And that lead to me being mostly neglected by most my family because they all do sports and do not care about arts, so of course I was kinda the weird one there

Now I'm a teenager currently, I'm still suffering a lot from the symptoms and i just had to re-take the testing for my new school, I'm getting the results in a few weeks, my middle school though hasn't cared about any of my issues, in fact even though I needed help i barely got any

And still to this day my mom's family is judging over me and all just because of that, this kind of hate towards people with disabilities needs to end

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And that's all about my story, if you want to share anything about yours here feel free to send it to me! I'm always happy to hear about other people's stories

Stay safe 💗 and don't forget to leave questions if you need

[halloweenism]

ramble + thoughts follow <- posting the tags on this post as a separate post bc i kinda poured my heart out.... thsi is from like 7 months ago :skull:

soooo... drawing yourself can be really good for your self esteem/confidence ik no ones probably reading this or caring but this means A LOT to me...

my art style is kinda made for drawing ME. overalls and sweater are most accurately me btw. also this helped with practicing my art style which has been all over the place lately.

OKAY and now for fit + hair:

1) around 2021 to 2022. otherwise known as one of the best times of my life rivaled only by fall of 2019. its me in middle school with my bleached ends AND when i first got bangs (and never looked back). i wore this white oversized sweater on my uniform (navy polo and khaki pants) and the whole Ali Look became so popular among the younger girls who all copied the bangs bleached ends and white sweater and khakis I WAS a trendsetter!!! lmao i chose that for the space buns. A signature Ali hairstyle. i did them a lot back then.

2) is back around april when i cut my hair about chin to mid neck long it was crazy layered kinda 70s punk rock look. i drew my belle cosplay as the fit bc i look pretty in it okay... i did not have it back then but i did not remember when drawing lmb. it's on my black platform heeled boots bc that's a must

3) just me with a ponytail and!! my moon earring with just a sparkly stud earring!! my fav

4) MY MOST recent aqquired clothing THE BLUSH PINK OVERALLS. i love them so so so much#they're so cute and comfy and my hair has grown out and i died the bottom half of it an almost burgundy a while ago. anyway that is how i look today!!

anyway tysm to anyone who's lasted through all that lmaooo

[vavialdavi]

I just wanna talk about how blind I was about my lesbianism. My comphet pals, my shot to you!

1- I used to read a lot NaLu fanfics when I was 14-15 on Wattpad (don't blame me, I was bored and delulu (I still am)).

There were always those being-in-love things description, especially butterflies and I was staring at my screen thinking "wow that's bullshit, I don't feel any of this about my crush." Of course when I first got a conscious crush on a girl, it turns out any of this was bullshit- these butterflies, man-

2- Basically, no one ever explain med to me what romantically loving smb means. So younger me, who had been told multiple by guys how ugly she was, thought thinking often about some mid boy who didn't treat them like crap was love (lmao)

3- I used to pick crushes during elementary school. "Oh, he's pretty, that means I now love him", "Now I'm gonna love him!"

4- I was exagerrating my fictional male """crushes"""(I thought they were cool) because I apparently was hyped enough

5- I thought I couldn't blush about love- For context, I'd almost never turned red outside of when I was lacking air and I'm somehow black (in my one of those light-skin carribean that are in fact mixed with everyone on that earth but mostly africans) since blk ppl don't blush that has my head messed-up.

But in junior year, my friend was making fun of me about the girl I was smitten with and she yelled "OMG you're blusing!". Here was the moment I realized my cheeks had this ability...

6- I didn't get why ppl (men-lover girls) would get crazy over yaoi/bl but def got it about yuri/gl (bfr)

7- At 13, I once asked myself how can gay men not being attracted to women... but never have I ever reversed that question for lesbians

8- I stared at lingeries ads/posters but rolled my eyes and feel sick at any image of man's 6 packs

9- I liked the idea of having boyfriend (I mean by that havung smb in love with) but whenever I tried to picture life together that would stress me out and gimme distgust

10- I never felt anything when I kissed my ex-boyfriend I was apparently in love with but after all this time I still remember the sensations after the first two girls I kissed. I even spent hours with a butterfly in my stomach about one of them even though all my feelings for her were entirely platonic!

11- I first rejected my ex-boyfriend but two days later I had made-up feelings in my head bc as middle-ugly person I was so flattered smb was finally interested in me and didn't to waste my only chance to be in relationship.

Turns out I was into his girl bsf the whole time

12- I prefer the guy pov in romance stories bc it was "mOrE iNtErEsTiNg AnD iT hAs SmTh MoRe"

13- When I tried to write romance I always made the guy fall first but I had to drop them bc I couldn't get the girl to love him back, I didn't know how to- (help)

I now am completed multi sapphic fanfics writer

14- I was unable to explain why I like this or that guy outside of "he is nice and pretty" (which weren't even true) Meanwhile, I easily wrote those +400 words long poetic text about that girl who friendzoned me and that love inspires to write a 120k words romance novel

15- I kinda like fanservice for the boobas

Btw, I'm asexual so even more confusion lol

[twigstarpikachutroll22]

for the pride ask:

any out of 9, 10, 14, 21, or 31?

9) When did you realize you weren't cishet?

The answer to this one is somehow both "when I was born" AND "around 8th-9th grade."

It's a funny thing. I always from the very bottom of my soul, from as early as I can remember, "Romance Is Not For Me, I Do Not Want It In My Life, I Do Not Want To Fall In Love, I Will Never Fall In Love." And that stance never shifted one bit.

(As to sex, I just completely didn't realize sexual attraction existed. I thought sex was just. An activity one decided to do, the way one decided to read or play video games or whatever else. There aren't actual physical cravings and bodily sensations and whatever the heck going with any of that. It just did not occur to me that sex would not be the same.)

But at the same time, ridiculously, for a long time I thought that still counted as being straight.

For some years I thought the rule was "if you're attracted to the same gender, you're queer, and if you're not, you're straight." And I knew I wasn't into girls because I wasn't into anycreature, so I thought that put me in the "straight" camp by default.

And then at some point in mid-to-late middle school I realized "Hey wait. Heterosexuality is being attracted to the opposite sex. And I'm NOT attracted to the opposite sex because I'm not attracted to anycreature. So AM I straight or is this a whole separate thing actually?"

And then I stumbled upon the aro and ace terms online and looked them up and was like "Oh. I guess it is its own separate thing actually. Okay. Cool."

I honestly find it kind of hilarious how some people always knew they were queer, some people thought they were straight for a long time and looking back have no idea how the heck, and I actually managed to do BOTH.

10) Something that gives you gender euphoria (whether you're cis or trans):

The concept of wearing suitvests or entire suit outfits that are colorful and perhaps sparkly.

14) How do you think other factors like neurodivergency or upbringing have impacted your identity?

Already answered here

21) What message would you give to your younger self?

Your mom did not properly explain to you what a crush is. She said it means to "really really really like" somecreature and think about them all the time. She did not specify that it means liking somecreature in a ROMANCE kind of way, thinking about doing ROMANCE stuff with them all the time, it means essentially being in love with them. I know. Gross. So that hyperfixation on the Fantastic Mr. Fox movie adaptation, with Ash in particularly living in your head rent-free? FOR THE LOVE OF EVERYTHING, DO NOT REFER TO THAT AS A CRUSH. That's not what it is and you're going to make us die of embarrassment looking back. Please.

31) Post a pic in your pride gear (or it can just be a selfie or anything else lgbt):

Not entirely sure I wanna do a selfie today, also kinda Not Good At selfies, but I have this t-shirt that I chose specifically because I saw it and was like "AYOOOOOO THAT LOOKS LIKE THE AROACE FLAG COLOR SCHEME I NEED IT"

(lighting could be better but it's fine it's I dunno it's whatever)

(might edit later if I decide to take a better picture possibly actual selfie after all)

[peterism]

can’t help falling in love ➴ peter parker

summary : your timing couldn’t be more perfect, peter thought. and he just can’t help but fall in love with you… if not harder.

pairing : tasm!peter parker x reader

warnings : violence and bullying kinda? (flash teases peter and punches him) but other than that just fluff fluff fluff :)

w/c : 1.2k

a/n : welcome to my first fic (a peter one at that)! lmk if you guys want a second part of this and what you wanna see in part 2 cause i think this is a bit incomplete :/ anyway, my requests are currently open now, you can read the guidelines here. all my love <3

peter dodges the other students that he passes by. he always opts to go to school early so that there wouldn’t be that many people when he skates through the hallways. and he wouldn’t tell anyone this but he always takes a walk on the field, admiring you as you seat on the bleachers, the sun shining on you, the morning breeze blowing your hair lightly. that image of you served as his energizer every morning. but today, he was running a bit late as he got caught up in a crime scene the night before.

he gave up on trying to skate through a sea of students and simply walked to his locker. he grumbled, frustrated at the group of people in front of him who were walking in a row, sluggishly, pretty much taking up the entire hallway. and partly because, well, flash was making out with some girl in front of his locker—no, not in front, they were leaning on his locker.

he approaches the pair slowly, trying to open the door of his locker. when the gap was wide enough for him to stick his arm and fish for his biology textbook, the girl rolled onto her side and closed the locker’s door. peter luckily pulled his arm out just fast enough for the metal to scratch the back of his palm. he silently thanked his spidey senses or his arm would be crushed by now.

but when the air hit the scrape on his hand, peter hissed, loud enough for flash and the girl to turn their attention to him. he was sporting a grimace, examining the scrape when he looked at flash, then the girl, his hand, then back to flash. giving them the look that’s saying so what, you’re just gonna stand there?

the girl looked at her with an eyebrow raised while flash scoffed. “the hell do you want, parker?”

“look, man. i just need to get my book so if you and…“ he motions to the girl. “madam here could play smushy-face somewhere else, i’d appreciate it.” peter sighs.

flash chuckles. “you don’t get to tell me what to do,” peter closes his eyes and clenches his jaw, not wanting to deal with this at seven in the morning.

“just step away from the lockers for a moment,” he said, looking at the girl.

flash held his hand up, motioning for the girl to stop. peter looks up at the clock in the middle of the hallway, 11 minutes til class. he groans and lightly pushes flash out of the way.

he was just about to open his locker when he got pinned to it. his body colliding with the metal produced a loud sound which caught the attention of others. great, now we have a crowd. he sighed.

“it isn’t weird,” gwen looked at you incredulously.

you scoffed. “it totally is! he’s your boss and he asked y-“ you were cut mid-sentence by a loud clunking noise.

“oh, again? it’s half past seven and they’re already starting. someone should really put flash in his place, i’m too sleep-deprived to witness stuff like this everyday.” gwen huffs.

you paused and thought about gwen’s words. you then reached to pull a folder from your bag and walked to the scene.

peter, still pinned up against his locker, just blinked up at flash.

“ah, so little petey’s fighting back now, huh? you gonna shove me? huh? what if i punched you in the jaw?”

peter blew air into flash’s face. “please,” he challenged.

he was immediately met with flash’s fist, the back of his head hitting the lockers behind him. his vision was blurry for a second so he closed his eyes but he saw another punch coming. he kept his eyes closed but it didn’t come.

you cleared your throat. peter opened his eyes as flash looked at you.

“here’s your math practice worksheets for this week. i’d prefer if you return them for me to check on or ahead of time. give them to me on or before friday, along with last week’s.” you gave the folder to flash.

he was about to say something when you raised a hand and beat him to it. “look, flash, i don’t really care about the excuses you have. i’ll still get paid no matter what, but if you go around picking on everyone in this school then you won’t have progress.” you looked at him sincerely.

“here’s a deal, you listen to me and do the practice exercises that i give you, do yourself a favor and focus on yourself and your academics for once. in that way, i make money, and you pass eleventh grade.” you look at him as he purses his lips and shifts uncomfortably.

“think about it flash, if you don’t move on to twelfth grade, then me tutoring you was useless. you wouldn’t want your dear daddy’s money going to waste right?” you smiled at him. “well, better start today. you should go to your class now.” letting out a huff, you looked at flash and nodded encouragely.

he sighs in defeat and walks away, sneakily taking peter’s skateboard with him.

you grab the board and waved him off. “i’m grateful for you, y/n,” you weren’t sure if he was being sincere or sarcastic based on his tone but you didn’t think about it that much.

you then turned to peter. “hey, you okay?” you frowned in concern.

he didn’t answer and just stared at you for a while. it worried you so you waved a hand on his face.

he blinked a few times and gave you a dopey smile. “hey,”

“hi, are you alright? should i take you to the nurse?”

he waved a hand. “no, no. it’s fine,”

“what’s your name?” you smiled at him.

he frowned. “you don’t know my name?” he was surprised you didn’t know his name considering you two have some classes together. also because he’s had a huge crush on you since god knows when. sometimes he even thought you might’ve felt the same when he catches you staring at him. yeah right.

you let out a chuckle that sounded music in his ears. “no, i know your name.” you nodded. “i just wanted to know if you know your name.”

he looked at you for a few moments before answering, “peter,”

you raised a brow. “parker. peter parker.” he continued. you smiled and nodded.

“mm, i’d still go to the nurse though,”

he ignored it and instead asked, “you’re y/n right?”

“y/n y/l/n.”

he tilted his head and smiled. “mhm, yeah. we have a few classes together.”

“that’s right,” now you were also smiling.

“yeah uh, biology. biology’s our first period today. you wanna… uh, i don’t know, uh,” he stuttered out of nervousness. you found it cute.

“wanna what?” your smile grew wider.

he laughed and scratched the back of his neck. “uh, i don’t know, maybe uh, you wanna sit together?”

you were silent for a second, admiring his brown eyes and cheeks that were dusted pink.

“yeah. yeah, i’d like that,”

he cleared his throat and quickly opened his locker to fetch his biology textbook. “so uh, should we, uh, walk to the…”

“yes,” you gave him a sweet smile that he mirrored, only he looked quite shy.

you waved at gwen, mouthing i’ll catch you later. she just winked at you and waved her hand, mouthing goodluck back.

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