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beliscary · 5 months

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Title: The Humors Ship/Fandom: Old Kingdom, Prince Sameth/Nicholas Sayre Length: 1.5k Rating: T Tags: Canon Divergent, (diverging after Creature in the Case), Post-Canon, Canon Typical Violence, Blood Mention, Biting, The Worst First Kiss Ever Summary: He had not read On The Binding Of Free Magic Elementals, and would not. Whatever it was, it breathed still, though it did not stir. It wouldn't for some time, which Nick could now privately admit had been something of a gamble.

The kiss had been another.

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Blood moved down Nick's hand, tracking down from his palm. The thin and swift river of it flowed into the sleeve of his tunic. More dripped sluggishly from his mouth. It wasn't a freedom he typically permitted, or was permitted.

Not a stone’s throw away, a Charter-spelled dagger shone red with that same blood. Sam had sent it to him from across the Wall years ago, compact and unassuming, in what had seemed to Nick like an afterthought. It rose proudly now from the hide of some Free magic wrester. If the creature had a name, like Ferenk, or Stilken, or Hish, Nick did not know it. He had not read On The Binding Of Free Magic Elementals, and would not. Whatever it was, it breathed still, though it did not stir. It wouldn't for some time, which Nick could now privately admit had been something of a gamble.

The kiss had been another.

Perhaps it had only been wishful thinking that Sam would be so taken with his cleverness and daring that he would allow it. He was a little bit right—Sam did go so far as to return the favor. He’d gone further still. Nick's lower lip stung faintly, and it tasted of copper and light.

Sam stood before him, so luminously angry that, for a moment, it was difficult to breathe. His sword clattered as it fell from his hand. Neither of them moved to retrieve it. With the clarity of hindsight, Nick was realizing it hadn't been very kind of him to leave his blood drying on Sam's face. He hadn't been very kind in general. Sam was spitting venom now, about the dagger, how easily he could melt it down, how readily he would—and why shouldn’t he?

Nick thought, distantly, that a bite was probably the least he deserved. Another couldn’t hurt.

“I'll do it,” the Prince was saying. His hand shook even as it gripped Nick’s wrist with precise, medical pressure, so frightened, so sure, a conviction he fought to keep hold of; Nick struggled to remember himself. “Don’t think I won’t do it—”

"Don’t you dare," Nick protested, taking Sam’s fingers in his own.

Ignoring the blood—what a ludicrous, preening, desperate smell—he pressed Sam’s white knuckles to his lips. Charter magic rimed his fingers like hoarfrost, crackling and sparking where it touched the stain Nick’s second kiss had left behind. Curious—at least the red smear across Sam’s trembling mouth appeared to be behaving itself. Nick wondered, briefly, what might happen if that blood—Sam's blood: Wallmaker, Royal, Abhorsen, Clayr, chiefest, a good man’s—should ever find its way to his own tongue. The Destroyer slept under eight wards, and the fact of Nick’s life served as the ninth. It was a dangerous thought to have regardless.

“Don’t tell me what I should dare—” Sam began, drawing himself up higher and tighter with each word.

Nick cut him off. “It's the only one that likes me!”

(It was, in truth, one of a number of Charter-spelled blades that tolerated his touch. But very few except for those forged by Sam could actually harm him. The rest caught fire and burned away, their spelled metal shrieking, before they could so much as draw blood. Nick supposed it was rather romantic, though he was sure he’d be in for it if he said so out loud; Sam was already looking at him like he was deciding whether or not Nick had earned a place beside the slumbering creature.)

Sam’s mouth shut with a click.

Keep it, then, he seemed to say. His eyes flickered over Nick's mouth, searingly bright. Cut your tongue on it.

Nick laughed. Sam’s fingers twitched in his hold. Curiously, he did not pull away.

"You'll be able to bind the thing easily," Nick suggested, taking another step. Close wasn't close enough. “It’s quite drunk.” He adjusted his grip. Sam’s old burn scars shone white where they escaped his cuff. It wouldn’t do to remind either of them of what had caused them.

Sam shook his head. His curls went this way and that, catching the light, then scattering it.

“I’ll do better,” he argued, hoarse.

Nick registered Sam’s intent the moment before he moved. “Ah—”

It was so very like a children’s game: he yanked his hands backward, but not before Sam managed to seize his wrists and turn them over. He found a poor prize for his effort. The wound, evidently enjoying its freedom, had committed itself firmly to bleeding. Trapped, there was nothing Nick could do but move his weight from one foot to the other.

Sam sucked in an uneven breath.

The theatrics were hardly necessary. It was really quite shallow, despite appearances. Nick had only needed enough blood to poison the blade. It had been easier than tempting the creature to a drink—faster, too. The amount of times he could manage the same trick he’d tried at Dorrance Hall and get away with his life was surely capped, and besides, Sam would have liked that even less. He hated the story as it was. Better to give the creature a sting—better still to keep its rage far from Sam, who mattered a good deal more than Nick did, in the grand scheme of things. Better the Destroyer than a Wallmaker, no matter the circumstance. Better Nick than Sam, for reasons that had survived both years and the crossing into the Old Kingdom.

“I’m fine,” Nick soothed. He offered both hands up to Sam’s scrutiny freely, for what good will it would earn him now. “It was a clean cut. Look. You’re a master of your craft—'' Sam swore viciously. "Bastard," he added, not looking Nick in the eye.

Coarse words for such tender sentiment. Nick paid them little mind.

"I'm sorry.” He brushed Sam's hair away from his brow with his sword hand and smiled when the light of his Charter mark leapt to meet Nick’s fingertips. So you do forgive me, he thought, even as Sam’s brow knit with a mighty frown. The notion that Sam always would terrified Nick in a way Death could not.

“It's a terrible way to find out, all things considered,” Nick offered. It was a bit too late for caution. “At least, I don't think it will scar."

"Bastard," Sam said again, his voice thick.

He bent. Sweet sunlight fell from his tongue and onto Nick’s split palm. The Charter marks that came to rest on Nick’s skin were marks he recognized. One for healing. One for comfort. Yet another, a ward against infection. They both watched as Nick’s skin pulled itself obediently together, Sam with a very particular heat in his eyes. Their gray was stained gold from it, and at once Nick longed like a poet. He was quite glad to be alive. Foolishly, he hoped.

“Look,” said Nick, his heart full with it.

He took Sam’s fingers in his own again, this time pressing them to the smooth skin of his palm. He was laying it on a little thick, but he really did feel bad about the blood, and himself, and many other things besides, none of which were Sam’s fault and all of which he had suffered for immensely.

"It's like it never happened at all," he said. If only he’d been able to offer up the same sort of comfort at Forwin Mill. But Death had been stubborn, and the Free Magic that was not yet his equally so. "You’re a wonder, Sam."

The corner of Sam’s mouth wobbled dangerously. He ducked his head, and Nick, solicitous, reached out for him again. He wiped the last of the blood from the swell of Sam’s cheek with his sleeve, careful not to notice too closely how it ran thin with silver and salt. Later. It could wait for later. Sam would let him know when.

He lifted his chin. The movement pushed his nose into Nick’s touch.

“Tell me again,” he complained, his breath warm on Nick’s palm, “when neither of us might die.”

"It’ll sleep for a while yet.” Nick smiled. “I suppose now's as good a time as any…?"

Sam's cheeks grew dark.

Nick knew it must be from anger, that Sam only did what he did to shut him up. Regardless he took Nick’s face between his hands, fixing him in place. His gray eyes went again to Nick’s mouth.

"It won't scar," he said, hushed.

The promise was delicate enough to cut Nick open again.

"I know," said Nick, shaking his head.

Sam cut him off. “No, you don’t.” He bit his lip, deliberate.

“It won’t scar,” Sam swore, the words red and gold on his tongue. There was no anger in him after all, no insistence on quiet; he closed the distance between them, pressing his conviction to Nick’s mouth.

Nick received it with what grace he could muster. He did not have to marvel that it stuck. It would. Of course it would. It was Sam’s.

#rotating the crops a bit #rotating them in my mind also #old kingdom #prince sameth/nicholas sayre #they're... ridiculous #a little bit assholes in love kinda vibe #mid 20s and total messes #writing tag #10 fics in the whole tag on ao3.... help me.........#biting your man on the lip when he's being an idiot is a family tradition

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todayisafridaynight · 10 months

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I'M NOT KEEPING THEM FROM YOU SORRY TUMBLR'S FILE SIZE LIMIT IS SO SMALL... AS IF ITS MY FAULT...

RAAAAAHG THATS HIM THATS MY FAVORITE OLD MAAAAAAN

#long post #fave #UTTERLY IMPOTRANT EVEN #snap chats #TOP FIVE THINGS THAT REDUCE ME TO A HIGH SCHOOL GIRL KICKING MY FEET AND SCREAMING #TOP FIVE THINGS THAT GOT ME LIKE TACHIBANA LAYING IN HER BED SWINGING HER FEET 😭😭 good thing we have the same name ig VJLAERKVLKEJ #HE'S SOOOOOO CUTE I LOVE HIM !!!!!!!!!!!!! HIS LIL POUT !!!!!!! HIS LIL SKIP !!!!!!!!! IM GOING TO BE SICK 😭😭😭😭#WHY HIS DUMBASS JEALOUS OVER A BOY YOU'RE SO RIDICULOUS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#YOU GOT TO THE AQUARIUM EPISODE !!!!!!! I LOVE THAT ONE SOSOSOSO MUCH HE'S SO CUTE AND SILLY AND ABSENTMINDED #HE REMMEBERED HIS PHONE THAT TIME THO !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#im the most unnormal about this geezer literally in love with him he's my favorite old man #thank you...... i need to download these into my brain so when i close my eyes i can see them.....#i need to post this ask now so i can be. FUNCTIONAL im hanging out with my sister rn...#she playing a videogame for the first time in like five years i HAVE to watch.....#OH BUT I MEANT TO SAY THIS THREE ASKS AGO so funny i had a dream you changed your icon back to the arakawa symbol #very very unrelated but. it was noteworthy ig LMAO OK BYE I HAVE TO STOP LOOKINGA THIM OR ILL GO INSANE !!!!!!!!

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the-kipsabian · 1 year

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do you ever love so much you internally combust and just cry uncontrollably

#im sorry im thinking about kip (im actually not sorry and it will happen again)#i just need everyone to understand. how much he actually means to me. how much watching him perform and do his thing makes me feel #how happy it all makes me #its been almost to the date (+2) 8 months since he returned. i just looked at some old posts and im just #this was right after the weekend i met him so maybe i was riding on an ever more emotional high than usually but i had so much love to give #and i still do. like that hasnt changed. hell i might have more love to give now even #just. i cant explain it. just what he does and who he is means everything to me. i dont deep dive study this character and this man for #nothing. i dont talk about things to the extent i do for nothing (it is for fun but its also the one thing that keeps me going in this life #fr. as sad as that might be lol) hell i dont have him permanently inked on my skin for nothing #theres just. so much about this that mean the world to me. its ridiculous i know but it also gives me so much happiness and hope in #this world its the one thing i know i can count on without a doubt #just... yeah. i love him. theres no better way to say it #im emotional nobody look at me for a while #this post is a mess sorry #night is an absolute mess on main

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genshin-hater · 1 year

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5000 Year Old Alcoholic Baby Man In Silly Shorts

#venti #genshin venti #venti the bard #absolutely going insane over this ridiculous old man. love him to death cannot stand this drunken wastrel #he is my everything my babygirl my mortal enemy. i hate his hat so much 💖

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yeehaww-sims · 2 years

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All coming together according to plan 😈

Echo Sourblood, He/They/Xe

#ts4 #sims 4 #the sims 4 #ts4 alt #ts4 fantasy #my sims #YES I gave him a ridiculous name #xe as in xe xim xis btw #different set than I usually use!#anyway I made him forever ago on shoplook and had been meaning to turn him into a player character for some time so!#I make concepts on shoplook with like personalities and shit #and I uh. fell in love with his concept after I finished it so!#sorta scene sorta emo sorta mall goth all transgender #~20 years old in Elf [99]#might age him down to a teen though so I can play with HSY since I haven't been able to. I broke my game for two weeks!#I need to stop doing 'so!'#oh he's also a trans man/masc that is non-op and not on t and i love him #okay ily bye #Echo Sourblood

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saetoru · 7 months

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✩ ‧₊˚ ✩ speak of the devil

synopsis. satoru and his father don’t quite get along—you don’t think it would help that case if his father walked in on you fucking on his desk right now, but satoru doesn’t seem to care at all

FIVE PLACES RB! GOJO SHOULDN’T FUCK YOU SERIES

length. 3.4k words (why did it take all day sobs)

contents. fem! reader, minors do not interact, college au, rich boy! gojo, as always it’s shameless satoru, you sit on satoru’s lap, brief fingering, dry humping, desk sex <3, clothed sex, unprotected sex, creampie, pet names (baby, sweetheart, princess, perfect girl)

notes. to everyone who kept asking when i was gonna update this series: here it is. now don’t ask again <3

the one time you decide to surprise satoru with a visit is the one time he’s nowhere to be found—it takes you ten minutes and the help of two maids to finally find satoru in his house. as it turns out, he’s in his father’s office—the only room you’ve never been in yet.

“hey,” you murmur, “been looking for you everywhere. way to ruin my surprise.”

“baby!” he grins, perking up from his spot at the chair, setting the pen in his hand down. “you came all the way here to surprise me? you must love me so much. and think i’m hot too, right? and funny? and smart? and—”

“i’m leaving,” you tease, rolling your eyes. and then you notice the papers in front of him, peeking over his shoulder as you read over them. you understand nothing. “what’s this?”

“paperwork,” he grumbles, “old man says i have to start being more responsible for stuff if i’m gonna take over someday. what a geezer.”

you snort—satoru never runs out of insults for his father. normally, you wouldn’t encourage his comments, but….well, his father deserves them. quite a bit, in fact.

“my poor businessman,” you say sympathetically, smoothing back hair from his forehead as you cup his face. he pouts, leaning into your touch as you rub over the swell of his cheek with your thumb. “you deserve a break.”

“i know,” he whines, “i’ve been doing these for like an hour. i could’ve been playing video games with suguru. or fucking you.”

“satoru!” you gasp, pressing a hand over his lips as you eye the door and listen for any signs of anyone nearby. you turn to him and hiss, “you have too many people wandering your house for you to say that so loud.”

“not like they’ve never heard us before,” he shrugs.

well, that’s satoru for you—as shameless as ever. not only has he probably traumatized the poor maids with his insatiable horniness, but he’s not even got the tact to at least seem embarrassed. not even slightly ashamed. you scoff, shaking your head as he grins up at you cheekily.

“you’re a real case, you know that?” you say in disbelief, “i think the only surface you haven’t fucked me on is your parent’s bed. and that’s only because you love your mom enough not to do that.”

“if it was just the old man’s, i’d have fucked you on that too,” he snickers. and then he hums thoughtfully, “actually, i think i have fucked you everywhere. it’s like a bucket list.”

“satoru, you’re sick in the head.”

“the showers, the guest rooms, the kitchen, the living room, the movie room, my room, of course—oh, the game room too. and we can’t forget the backyard and the pool either. i think we got it all—wait.”

he sounds serious. you look at him with furrowed brows as you tilt your head. “what?”

“we didn’t get this room.”

oh god. he’s absolutely ridiculous—and not only that but a complete idiot, too. not only do satoru and his father not get along, but his father couldn’t disapprove of you any more than he already does. the last thing you both need is for him to walk in on his son fucking the girl he probably wants to hire a hitman to assassinate.

“oh my god,” you say exasperatedly, “toru, have you not one ounce of shame? you can’t possibly think—”

“why didn’t i think of this sooner?” he wonders out loud—and oh no. satoru has that look in his eyes, the one that’s locked in on something he wants. the spoiled side of him isn’t going to let this go. the weak part of you is probably going to have a hard time fighting him.

the unwise part of both of you will probably get you both into a whole lot of trouble.

“because it’s a bad idea. you’re a smart guy, toru,” you try to butter him up—it doesn’t seem to do much, though. “the smartest. so, so genius and intelligent, so you know this is a terrible idea, so let’s just drop it—”

“i should’ve done this way sooner,” he chuckles, looking at you in awe, “bend you right over this desk and fuck you over that fossil’s papers.”

his words are so shameless and so, so wrong. but for some odd reason, your clit aches a little at that.

“no, absolutely not—”

“can you imagine? he’s signing papers right where i had you drooling for me? he’d be so mad if he knew,” satoru cackles.

god—this should not be as appealing as it sounds. you try to throw on your best stern look, but satoru is as smart as he is sly. he can see the way you shift on your feet as he smirks up at you, and he’s already got that determined look in his eye that you know well enough.

it’s the same look he has when he decides he’s hungry—for you, that is. the same look that paints his face as he eyes you like you’re his next meal. the same look that tells you he wants you—and he’ll stop at nothing to have you.

and….well, you’ve never been good at saying no to satoru. it’s your fatal flaw.

“satoru, we should definitely not be doing any of that in here, and we definitely should not be risking making your dad—who hates that we’re dating, by the way—any more angry with us than he already is—”

“sweetheart,” he chuckles, pulling you by the wrist to fall onto his lap, “you worry too much, y’know that? i should fix that. fuck you dumb over this desk so you don’t overthink in that pretty little head you have.”

you glare at him, but he’s already got you straddling his hips, arms looped around your waist as he kisses your jaw with a hum. he’s already hard from what you can feel—the bulge pressing against your heat is hard to miss.

“satoru—”

“save the part where you say my name for later. i haven’t even done anything yet,” he winks—and then he’s kissing you. he’s clever, you think, because kissing you is the fastest way to get you to melt against him, arms wrapping around his neck as he pulls you closer.

so close, in fact, that you can feel his cock practically twitch in his pants as you shift on top of him, dragging your clothed cunt over his aching bulge.

“this is such a bad idea, toru,” you whisper in between kisses—but not one part of you fights his touch or even attempts to pull away. he hums, pressing wet kisses along your jaw as his hands dig into your hips, moving you to grind along his hardened length.

“yeah? you sure? let’s check, shall we?” he raises a brow, hand slipping past the waistband of your pants and brushing past your folds—wet. dripping and messy and needy, just how your pussy always seems to be when you’re with him. he grins in satisfaction and throws you that knowing look as he mumbles, “sorry, baby. this pretty little pussy of yours disagrees.”

“toru,” you gasp as he toys with your clit, rubbing slow enough circles that you whine and roll your hips, trying to get more. but satoru is a brat—always has been, right from the day he was born. he pulls his fingers away and looks at you smugly as he kisses your curled lips while you frown at him.

“want more, don’t ya?” he asks—he’s too cocky for his own good sometimes. too ridiculous and annoying and troublesome, but you’re aching to feel something, anything. preferably him, so you nod.

“just hurry up,” you huff. your hips push against him, dragging your cunt over his cock—it’s throbbing in his pants, confined under the fabric and needy for the tightness of your walls. you gasp when he rubs against your clit, and he groans, guiding your movements with a tight grip on your hips.

“fuck, sweetheart,” he rasps, “c-could cum jus’ like this. see what you do to me?”

“‘s not me,” you tilt your head as he nips at your neck, hand trailing to cup the back of his head and keep him in place as he nibbles at the skin and pecks along the marks he leaves, “this is all your fault.”

“all my fault, huh?” he chuckles, “you make it sound like this is a bad thing.”

his hips buck up, rolling against yours and building the friction up until your both panting messes, his lips against yours as you drink in each other’s moans—your clit rubs along his length with every stutter of your hips, and his tip leaks with more pre cum every time you press harder against his cock. it’s desperate—the way he chokes on your name and the way you cling around his neck. it feels good, and the way this is all so wrong only makes it feel better.

“‘m close, toru,” you mewl, whining as his hand slides under your shirt to massage your tit, his eyes trained on you as he hums.

“good,” he grins, eyes dark and glinting with a sick satisfaction you don’t think you’ve ever seen on him before, “cum for me, sweetheart. right here—right on this chair,” he says lowly.

so you do—head falling back with a sharp gasp and your nails digging into his shoulder as you come undone with a loud whine. the gojo estate is big—very big. you’re sure your voice isn’t carrying through even a fraction of the place, but still, you can’t help but clamp a hand over your mouth in case anyone is nearby.

satoru doesn’t like that, though—his hand rips yours off as he ruts his hips upwards faster, harder, pressing against you closer. “no, baby,” he chuckles, cutting himself off with a breathy moan when you press harder against his cock, “make sure you let me hear how good you feel. feels good, huh?”

“yes,” you whimper, “yes, feels so good—need more, toru. please,” you pout, looking up at him with lust-blown eyes.

“here?” he mocks, raising a brow, “you want me to fuck you right here? in my father’s office? where he does his work? right on his desk?”

“yes, here,” you sob, “right here—please. want you so bad. need it.”

“see?” he laughs, “now you’re getting it—not so much of a bad idea, is it?”

that’s the thing about satoru—he’s too used to hearing what he wants. being told what he likes to hear. getting what he asks for. you say no, and he’s determined to change it to a yes. but yes is never enough—it’s more. always more, more, more. it’s like all rich people, you suppose.

they just always want more.

there’s a small, reasonable voice in your head that tells you this is a bad idea. a disrespectful one, even. sure, satoru’s father has never been kind to you, let alone polite. he looks at you like you’re an eyesore, and he’s certainly said less than appropriate things about your upbringing. but that doesn’t mean you have to stoop to his level of low and do something equally as spiteful, if not more…but you’re only human. and satoru always just fucks you so well, and cumming around nothing just isn’t enough, and…well, you think it’s just karma.

the way the world works.

the way you and satoru work.

so you grin, huff out a little snort before pulling him into a kiss and reaching to free his hard, leaky cock from its confinements. he whines a little into your mouth as you smear the arousal coating his tip along his length, stroking down and squeezing at the base.

“okay,” you whisper against his lips, “fuck me toru. right here—right on his desk.”

that, evidently, is all it takes—one second you’re comfortably sitting on his legs, pants soaked with his bulge pressed against your core, and the next second you hear his hand swipe papers off the surface to fall to the floor as your back is pressed against the cool wood. he doesn’t even bother with your clothes, just tugs both of your pants down your thighs that it’s enough. satoru has always been impatient too—doesn’t like to wait for anything when he can take it when he wants.

you can feel him close, hovering over you. he’s warm—where his cock presses against your thigh, where his breath fans over your lips, where his hands grab your wrists and pin them over your head. he’s warm, and your head spins, and you need him filling you to the brim right now.

“anything you want, you get, sweetheart,” he murmurs, grinning sickeningly sweet, “can’t say no to my baby. what kind of boyfriend would i be?” you feel him bump his tip against your clit, making you gasp before he drags the head of his cock along your folds—they’re wet and slick from your arousal, coating his tip before he’s slowly pushing in. you gasp, wrapping your arms around his neck as he groans lowly. “can never get used to this,” he breathes, “never get used to this pussy. just takes me so well. fit in like i was made just to fuck you.”

“toru, t-toru—oh,” you squeal when he slides the rest of his length to fill you, buried to the hilt as your walls flutter around him. it’s nothing new, but it’s never something you’re prepared for all the same. how thick he is, how perfectly he hits that spot in the back of your walls, how full he makes you feel. it makes your legs wrap around his waist and pull him forward, closer, deeper. “more, toru—move, please.”

“nuh uh,” he drawls, kissing your cheeks, “first you gotta tell me how much you love me.”

“satoru,” you hiss in disbelief, “are you kidding—”

“c’mon, say it,” he giggles, “love you, toru. love how you fuck me so good everywhere in your house and make me feel like a princess. you’re the best boyfriend ever and i’ll die without your cock—”

“i love you toru,” you smile sweetly, “you know what i love more, though? when you’re too busy making pretty sounds for me instead of talking so much.”

that makes him shudder—makes him curse under his breath as your walls flutter impatiently around him. he’s aching—hot and swollen in your dripping cunt, balls heavy with cum that he needs to empty into your pussy because it was made to take him. every inch of him.

“you’re gonna be the death of me,” he breathes out shakily, “know that? gonna kill me one of these days.”

“good,” you hum before rolling your hips and making his breath hitch, “now move, baby. wanna feel you.”

he does—pulls his hips back so that he’s just almost pulled out completely before he slams back into you, pressing against your sweet spot with his tip in the way only satoru knows how. only he knows you this well, only he knows your body so well. he knows where to kiss and hold and touch to make your eyes flutter shut, and your mouth fall open, wanton moans falling past your lips without a care in the world who can hear.

“so tight, baby,” he whines, “god you’re so perfect—my perfect girl.”

“so full,” you gasp, clawing at his shoulders, pulling at his hair, pulling him closer and closer and closer until not even air can fill the space between you. “feel so good, toru—fuck.”

“look at you,” he coos, pressing a kiss to your collarbone, “‘s a shame you can’t see what i see. then you’d know why i can’t keep my hands off’a you—’s impossible.”

you can’t speak—all you can offer him as he’s bullying his thick girth into you is a pathetic whine as his veins drag along your walls, as his navel bumps along your clit and has your head thrown back against the table. there’s slick smeared along your inner thigh, the wet sound of his cock fucking into you ringing in your ears along with his deep groans as he pants harshly against your ear. you can feel his breath against your skin, can feel the goosebumps and the flutter of your walls every time he makes a pretty little sound for you as you squeeze around him.

“love you, toru,” you mewl—you can’t help but say it, can’t help but remind him when he pushes into you like he was always meant to fit right there, like he was always meant to feel you as you feel him too. and if his rotten, greedy, stuck-up father with a receding hairline can’t see that you love satoru, maybe you’ll just have to fuck him right where he can find you just to drill the image into his mind.

“love you too,” he says between moans, face digging into your neck as your hand cradles the back of his head, keeping him right there, keeping him close against you like he should never be anywhere else, “love my perfect, perfect girl. feel me? feel what you do to me?”

you nod between sharp gasps and soft cries of his name—he looks down at you in wonder, at the way your lips look when they murmur that sweet little cry of toru!, at the way your pussy sucks him in and hugs too tightly around him, at the way you look so good with the slight sheen of sweat on your face.

his hips roll, a little sloppy in rhythm now, but still just as hard and deep as before. he can sense it—the way you’re just about to fall apart on his cock, just like you always do. so he presses a thumb to your clit, rubbing harsh circles that make you cling to him tighter as you cry out another sweet string of toru, toru—more!

“you close, sweetheart? gonna cum for me? ‘m close—gonna fill you up. want that, don’t you?”

“yeah,” you breathe, kissing him with hot, open-mouthed kisses that he returns, “yeah i wan’ you to fill me up, toru—gonna cum. ‘m so close—f-fuck, so close, baby.”

you know he is too, the way his cock twitches and the way his hips are desperate in the way they roll into you tells you he’s just as close to falling apart as you are. you push your hips up to meet his thrusts, pushing him impossibly deeper into your cunt before you feel the coil snap as you cum—hard. your walls flutter around him, spasming and squeezing around him that his bottom lip is tugged between his teeth as he inhales sharply.

“f-fuck, baby—’m gonna…” he doesn’t get to finish before you feel his cock twitch and the first drop of cum fills you. it’s hot and thick, every rope he fucks into you, leaking past his tip and painting your walls white. you can feel the mess he makes—can feel the drops leak and smear along your inner thighs as he slams into you with choked whines of your name. “g-good—’s so good, you feel so good,” he says breathlessly, face digging deeper into the crook of your neck as his arms tremble over you.

the wood is hard against you, makes your back ache slightly—but it’s not nearly as bad as satoru is good. you can’t think of anything else but the way he fucks you both through your highs until your legs are begging to press shut from the oversensitivity.

it’s silent for a bit once you’ve finished—save for the harsh, labored panting as you both calm down and catch your breaths. satoru is still buried with his nose pressed against your neck, your hand rubbing over his back slowly.

“your maids must hate us,” you mumble, “and if your mother hears? we can never show her our faces again.”

“she’s probably dead to the world and watching her reality shows,” he snorts, “we’ll be fine.”

“well, we should clean up and leave before your dad—”

“oh look, speak of the devil. he’s just in time,” satoru snickers as he cuts you off, looking over at the window as an expensive car drives up to the house, “think we can get these papers organized before he comes up here? maybe we should just leave ‘em to make him mad.”

“you’re crazy,” you say in disbelief. and then— “i think we should leave them there. make them his problem.”

you think you’ve just watched satoru fall in love with you all over again at that.

i hate this fic but hopefully i come back one week later and reread it and think wow i ate w this. sometimes i do that. but if i don’t: if all of you donate one dollar to my family they can afford my funeral for when i drink bleach

#teepods.writings #fics.#thirstee!#rich boy! au #gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo smut #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk smut #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x you

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augustinewrites · 9 months

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“hey, stay on your side!”

satoru pouts when you hit him with a throw pillow, pointing to the opposite end of the couch. half an hour of his inching closer to you had been for naught.

“is it a crime that i want to be close to you?” he questions. “my one and only? my other half?”

“you mean your better half,” you correct matter of factly. “and i’m just following the doctor’s orders. you’re barely healed.”

“i’m plenty healed,” he argues, gesturing at his crotch. “and i’ve been cleared for some low-impact, very loving and tender love making.”

“it’s still too soon,” you point out. your boyfriend is many things, but patient has never been one of them. he’s been not so quietly counting down the days since he’d gotten out of the hospital. “after over a month of abstinence, i don’t think you’d be capable of anything ‘low impact.’”

(you’re not sure if you would be, either.)

he begins scooting closer to you again anyway, batting his pretty blue eyes in an attempt to change your mind. “but it’s just cuddling—”

“it’s never just cuddling with you. you’re the horniest man i know.”

“okay, i’m willing to overlook the fact that you know other horny men if you at least agree to some very loving, extremely intimate kissing.”

“fine,” you agree. then, as an afterthought, “but no tongue.”

satoru throws his head back against the couch cushions, groaning, clearly vexed with this entire situation.

“just come here you big baby,” you laugh, grabbing and tugging on his hand.

in spite of all his complaining, your boyfriend leans in with a smile, tracing his thumb over the shape of your lips.

“i knew you wouldn’t be able to resist me,” he murmurs, eyes half-lidded and the tip of his nose brushing yours. “i’m pretty irresistible.”

you turn your head with another laugh, but your cheeks are warm and you don’t resist when he guides you to lay across the couch, trapping your body beneath his. “satoru, the more you compliment yourself the less attractive you get.”

he compensates with a kiss to your jawline, smiling against your skin. “shut me up then.”

so you do, your banter lost amidst the haze beginning to settle over your mind at his insistent kissing. he kisses you slowly and carefully, a contrast to his usual playful demeanor.

then his lips trail down your neck, pressing against your sternum as his hands begin to wander—

“that is a terrible idea,” you gasp, threading your fingers through his hair and tugging gently to get his attention.

his fingertips dig into your hips, keeping you in place as he glances up at you. “i prefer to think of it as a great idea disguised as a terrible idea.”

“you’re ridiculous,” you say, but your hands are already pulling at the back of his shirt—

“uh, i can just walk to my friend’s house…”

you and satoru spring apart, cursing under your breaths. you try your best to straighten your clothing and he grabs a throw pillow to hold over his crotch.

“megumi,” you breathe, pushing the hair out of your face. “you don’t need to walk. i’ll drop you off.”

the twelve year old nods, sending satoru a weird look before heading to the front door to put his shoes on.

“sorry,” you apologize sheepishly, pressing a quick kiss to your boyfriend’s temple.

“can you at least get me some ice before you take that cockblock to see his new girlfriend?” he asks dejectedly.

“too soon?” you ask, gaze flicking to his lap.

“i really hate it when you’re right…”

#gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #jjk x reader #gojo fluff #jjk fluff #keeping up with the fushigojos

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pixiesndberries · 5 months

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𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐅𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃, 𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐌𝐄𝐍 —

a small series of Jujutsu Kaisen men as your husband !

☆ OUR STARS : Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento, Geto Suguru, Choso Kamo, Aoi Todo, Toji Fushiguro, and more !

━ REQUESTED BY : none

━⁠ WARNINGS : none

ෆ PIXIE'S NOTE ! : were back again at daily posting 🙏🏻 to my pookies who supported me, y'all made me giggle and kickin' my feet in my bed last night 👉🏻👈🏻 love lots!

GOJO SATORU, as your husband !

• Gojo being your husband is no different from being your boyfriend — he still gotta be that same person you dated few years ago, though he became more serious about situations and decisions because you guys are married but his goofy, annoying, clingy side is still there — I mean when he met you and been with you for like two weeks your caller name is already set as 'wifey'.

Gojo who totally acts like a mom when you leave for work, he is like a freaking HOUSEWIFE —

"honey!" he sings as he walks into the living room seeing you brush your hair Infront of the mirror, getting ready for work. "hmm?" you responded and quickly turns your head at him — he's wearing a this is what an awesome husband looks like apron which made you too stunned to speak, "I created a bento for you." he smiles as he hands out a nicely wrapped bento box which was really new to you because it's always you who keep creating bentos for him, usually when he leaves for a mission.

"thank you, honey." you say softly with a warm smile as you accept his bento that he specially created for you, he can't help but to feel like a love sick teenager seeing you smile like that. He officially takes the position of being a housewife 🫡

Gojo who couldn't stop talking about the future he wants with you like nonstop — this man would talk about having three million carbon copy of him with you and would name them after megumi, yuji, nanami and basically all of his friends, students, and dead relatives 🏃🏻‍♀️💨 — I FEEL LIKE HE GOTTA BE THAT TYPE OF PERSON.

Gojo always flexes you everyday and YOU are his hyper fixation — argue with the wall, he gotta be the type of man to say "she's my wife." randomly when he's talking to an old friend he haven't seen for a long time. HE WILL BE THE HUSBAND WHO YOU WILL SEE WEARING "I LOVE MY WIFE" TYPE OF SHIRT WITH THE UGLIEST FONT AND PHOTO TEMPLATE EVER. Once a person mentions your name he ain't gonna shut the fuck up.

I just know this marriage go'n be like Ryan Reynolds and Blake Lively's relationship 🙏🏻 ABSOLUTELY RANDOM TEXTS FROM HIM, UPDATING YOU TOO MUCH.

2:32 pm

gojo : shitting at the mall cuz i don't have anywhere to shit on.

gojo : [sent an attachment]

gojo : i miss you my wife, my beautiful wife.

gojo : [sent an attachment]

gojo : your very handsome husband ❤️

2:40 pm

you : stop spamming me messages love, im at work 🙏🏻

gojo : why? is it turning you on 😏

you : that's a photo of your feet.

Gojo who became a seriously hands on person when you told him that you're pregnant — when he has missions with yuji, megumi, or maybe nobara and you told him that you're very tired to do anything today he will be like,"okay kids, I got to go I have important things to do." and dashed away before they could say something and mf arrived at yalls house within a second.

Gojo who cried when he carry his baby for the first time, he was sobbing like hell — girl dad? boy dad? BRO HE IS BOTH ‼️ "okay we'll name this one suguru and this one-" he is going to come up with the most ridiculous names, probably the worst one was his dead ancestor.

okay seriously, Gojo would be a full time dad after his children were born — he will always stay at home as much as he can, having twins isn't easy plus he's trying to help you with his full power and make sure you don't feel alone through this.

"gojo.." you grumble as you felt his presence disappearing next to you at bed, you open your eyes and sees he wasn't there which led you to stand up and start looking for him — you walk out of the bedroom and noticed that the twin's bedroom door was open so you check it out.

in your suprise, gojo was in the rocking chair with the twin's in his arms peacefully sleeping and he is snoring like hell. You can't help but smile seeing this moment, it warms you heart. You quickly grabbed your phone and took a quick photo, this is what you exactly wished for.

Gojo who couldn't stop posting you and his little angels and his fans are absolutely living for it, it's like his day wouldn't complete without posting cute photos of his angels and of course, you as well. Gojo is indeed a Facebook mom —

; gojosatoru

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