#so bad it hurts

[lovemeafterhrs]

one night only

you wanna ride for a lifetime, this is one night only.

gojo satoru x sorcerer! reader

part 2: make me stay

word count: 3k

MDNI!

warnings: porn with some plot, oral sex (f! receiving) in an empty classroom, gojo is majorly determined and it’s hot as fuck

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“jesus christ, satoru. you have got to stop doing that.” she sneered, obviously confused by his sudden presence in her empty classroom. he was supposed to be overseeing his students, not warping his way to her classroom instead. “what do you want?”

“you don’t even sound excited to see me. you’re breaking my heart here.” his white head of hair rested gently against the frame of the door, pressed against the wood as he sent her one of his signature bone-chilling smiles.

“is it that obvious that i don’t want you showing up at my doorstep, trying to take me home for the night?” her deadpan stare should’ve scared him off, but it only spurred him on more.

“oh, i wasn’t trying to take you anywhere. in fact, i’d like to stay right here.” gojo had always had a way with words, and if she didn’t know him so well she’d be shaking in her boots right now. to top it off, what he was insinuating was legitimately insane. sure, the students would all be busy for a number of hours, scattered through the forest at the tokyo campus. still, the idea alone made her cheeks burn in shame.

“i think that we should celebrate, as an act of goodwill between our schools.” satoru was trying not to break his cool and collected facade. it took everything not to crack a shit eating grin at his own words. even he thought the line was bordering on corny, but stupid shit kept pouring from his mouth as he stepped further into the room.

“oh, yeah? is that why you’re here, instead of in kyoto doing your job?” she looked remarkably unimpressed by his words, and she rose from her seat to lean against her desk instead. “what’s your angle here, satoru? you’re hardly useful to your students in this empty classroom with me.”

“oh, i’m just here to pitch my spectacular idea. i’ll be back before they even know i was gone.” his reply was lighthearted and playful, but something in his eyes told her that he wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

“besides, aren’t you supposed to be there, representing your beloved school? not a very good example to be setting as a teacher.” he added, and she rolled her eyes at him.

“first of all, in what universe would i ever take you up on your so-called ‘spectacular’ idea?” she looked over at him, and she didn’t miss the way his eyes raked over her form. “second, i’m no use to them there. someone has to guard the home front.” she motioned to the school around her with one of her fingers.

“i can see it in your eyes, and in the way you’ve been clenching your thighs since i got here.” his response made her pause, and her eyes widened the slightest bit. she’d forgotten how receptive he was to body language, able to pick up even the smallest detail. she was screwed. so entirely screwed.

“that doesn’t mean i’m going to sleep with you.” she quirked an eyebrow at him, and he stifled a chuckle. that didn’t discourage him in the slightest. he had no intention of letting this opportunity slip out of his grasp. he was so close to finally breaking open her cold demeanor, he could nearly taste it. he was practically buzzing with excitement at this point.

“oh, c’mon baby. it’s just one night.” he smirked, and took another step towards her startled form. it was kind of funny, actually. it wasn’t so often that he saw the sorcerer so spooked, more like a deer in headlights than a powerful and dangerous entity.

“i told you to stop calling me that.”

“you keep saying a lot of things, but i only listen half the time.” his eyes glinted at her, and she frowned at the sultry tone that left his lips. she wasn’t stupid. she knew exactly what was going on in that little pea brain of his.

“you didn’t show up to the party.” he gave her a look that resembled one of a kicked puppy, just for good measure. said ‘party’ was the annual sister-school goodwill event, which he knew she hated.

“i missed you.” he cooed, and she looked at him in disgust. his sentiments were true, to a point. he liked seeing her much more than utahime, that was for sure. he liked teasing her, and riling her up far too much for a work function. in fact, he had grown to look forward to it.

it was fun. and he was dreadfully bored.

he didn’t get to see her that often, leaving him like an addict awaiting his next fix. it was kind of pathetic, if you looked at it too closely. he wouldn’t admit that, though. not over his dead body.

to be completely honest, he’d been trying to weasel his way into her underwear for more years than he could count. at every event since they were sixteen years old, he’d been adamate to pester her to an annoying degree. the two had developed a sort of love-hate relationship. one that had always leaned more towards hate than love, though.

“no, the whole thing was going to be a shitshow. besides, i wanted to spare myself from exactly what you’re trying to do right now.” her glare was pointed, and her reply was only partially joking. she chose not to respond to the other half of his sentence.

he didn’t have the guts to actually do anything, right? they’d been playing the little cat and mouse game for years, and he hadn’t succeeded yet.

she wasn’t expecting anything different, and she should’ve known not to underestimate him.

“what do you mean?” he asked, his tone deceivingly innocent. she didn’t believe it for a second.

“oh, don’t give me that shit. you should see the look on your face right now.” her response was more than accurate, even satoru himself could see that. he was leaning against one of the student’s desks, lust pooling in his irises as he leaned towards her.

“be honest, it’s working isn’t it?” his eyes glimmered in the light that beamed in from the window, as he lacked the small black glasses he normally wore. he was staring again. “you kind of want to fuck me, don’t you?”

“shut your whore mouth, satoru. you know that this is a dead end. why don’t you go get your rocks off somewhere else? i know there’s plenty of girls who want a chance to fuck you.” she was trying her best to fend off his advances, but the entire situation had made her rather weak in the knees. he had always been irritatingly gorgeous, but she found that she was having a hard time keeping her eyes off him.

“ugh, but they’re not as fun as you are. aren’t half as bratty, either.” he took another step, inching closer with every flirty reply. he could nearly see the finish line now, and he found himself growing more bold.

“i just think you’re a masochist. you like when i reject you, and kick you out the door on your ass.” he laughed darkly at her words, and moved to stand in front of her. he was towering over her, eyes lidded as he took in the sight of her so flustered.

“baby i’ll take whatever you give me, but i’d like it more if you didn’t.” he was inching his way in between her legs, and placed his hands on the table behind her.

“in your dreams, lover boy.” she choked out, leaning back against the wood in an attempt to keep him at a distance. satoru seemingly had other plans.

“you know that love isn’t my style, gorgeous. i’m just offering to blow your mind, if you’d let me.” his words nearly made her jaw drop open, but she clenched it hard as she swallowed down whatever her body was feeling right now.

“you talk like you have the biggest dick in all of japan. are you able to back up any of the shit you spew?” she was growing irritated now. he had always been such a fucking tease. knowing him, he’d warp out of the room before he touched her at all. she silently started to wonder if he was all talk, or if he was finally being serious for once.

“i’ve been trying to prove that to you, baby. you just never give me the chance.” his breath felt hot over the shell of her ear as he whispered to her, and he curled a strand of her hair between his fingers. she opened her mouth to speak, and he tutted at her again. “c’mon, angel. i know you want to.”

she didn’t reply, only scoffing at his words. she turned her head away from him, but he pulled her eyes right back to his.

“you’re giving me that look again.” she whispered, and he held himself back from laughing and breaking the tension. of course he knew exactly what he was doing, but he couldn’t help but try to push his luck.

“i have no idea what you’re talking about.” he replied with a charming smile, before staring down at her lips rather blatantly. he was testing his limits, and praying she wouldn’t throw a chair at him for trying.

“you are such a bad liar.” she had tried to keep her tone flat and unbothered. she really did. however, it came out closer to a whine than anything. he felt electricity coursing through his veins, and he nuzzled his face into her neck. his hands came around her hips, and he held her close as he left a soft kiss on her clavicle.

it was out of character to be this gentle, especially for him. that thought was shot to shit when she felt his wet tongue running along the side of her neck.

“satoru..” she breathed out, her words hushed as she tried not to moan. “we really can’t do this, i’m seeing someone.”

“are you exclusive?” he asked, not even bothering to look her in the eyes as he kissed her neck again. jealousy laced his tone, barely hidden in between the lines of his words.

“no but-“ she started, but was immediately shot down by an annoyed groan from the white haired sorcerer. he paused his ministrations, and his fingers started rubbing small circles into her hip bone. she was planning on telling him she had a date that night, but the words died in her throat when he squeezed the flesh of her thighs.

“fuck your little boyfriend, then. he can have you when i’m done.” he was staring her down with his sapphire blue irises, almost like he was trying to put her under a spell or something. it made her want to kick and scream, but instead she just stood stagnant as if the world had stopped beneath her feet.

“you are such an asshole.” she replied, her tone dry. still, she hadn’t pulled away in the slightest. “fuck, fine. just this once.”

“just once?” satoru asked, looking more than a little disappointed.

“yeah, one night only. if you try to get in my pants again i’ll fucking kill you.” she threatened, but all hints of malice left her voice when he bit into the flesh of her neck.

“you can try, but you probably won’t succeed.” confidence dripped off his words as he leaned to close the distance between them.

kissing satoru gojo was far too intimate, considering the situation they currently found themselves in. he kissed her like he was going to eat her whole, and devour every single part of her existence. his long arms wrapped around her ass, pulling her flush to his hips as he leaned forward again. the look in his eyes was akin to that of a starving animal, salivating over the sight in front of him. the wood desk underneath her creaked under his weight, but he paid it no mind as his hands began to creep underneath her dress.

he was having the time of his life, honestly. he never thought he’d have the chance to paw at the skin of the girl he’d been praying he’d get forever. he relished in every breathy gasp that left her lips, and soaked up every ounce of attention she was giving him.

“been waiting to fuck you for years. so excited to taste you.” his weight shifted as he dropped to his knees, and pulled her dress above her hips. “gonna make you cum so hard you can’t walk tomorrow.”

“oh, my employers will love that.” she rolled her eyes, thinking of the grumpy old geezer she took orders from. he’d probably have a heart attack if he saw the sight of satoru dragging her panties down her legs in the empty classroom.

“an even better reason to do it, honestly. maybe i’ll take you with me to the principal’s office and we can fuck on the old man’s desk-“ his words got him a smack across the side of his head, and he chuckled under his breath.

“do you ever shut up?” she asked, and he replied in kind by licking a stripe across her folds. ever the tease, he was looking to drag this little show out as long as he possibly could.

“you’ve known me since you were sixteen, you know the answer to that question.” he chided, and bit into the skin of her inner thigh. he was surprised he had made it this far, if he was being honest with himself. but he was nothing if not determined. his head dove between her thighs yet again, hell bent on hearing her loud moans ringing through the empty hallways.

her hands carded through his white locks of hair as his tongue made it’s way to her clit. a chill ran down her spine, and her back arched against the hardwood of the table.

“oh, does that feel good?” his question was muffled against her skin as he looked up at her, cheeks still pressed against her plush thighs.

“s-stop looking at me like that.” she replied breathily, and he winked at her before diving back into her folds. one of his fingers began to run along her entrance, gathering her fluids in a rather obscene manner. he licked his fingers, and hummed in appreciation.

“so wet already..” he cooed, touching and rubbing her most sensitive places with a smirk across his face. “is this all for me?”

“satoru.. please stop talking.” she whined, writhing against his touch as she was already getting dangerously close to release. his teasing was unbearable, and his words were doing way too much to her way too quickly.

“hmm.. let me think about that for a sec.” he mumbled, his tongue resuming it’s exploration. “how about.. no. maybe i’ll change my mind if you cum all over my face.” he smiled innocently, staring up at her again with his pretty blue eyes like he hadn’t just spouted the dirtiest shit she’d ever heard. his head was still planted between her legs, and his hands squeezed around her thighs as he pushed her further into the wood of the desk. she’d probably be covered in bruises from the pressure tomorrow, but she was too focused on the stars that had started to form behind her eyelids.

he started to tease at her entrance, before dipping a finger inside. followed quickly by another. her walls squeezed around his fingers, and she gasped as they started to move at a steady pace. it was all too much, and she couldn’t bare to watch him eating her out like it was his last meal on earth. she let out a pitched moan when his fingers brushed over a particular spot inside of her, and her hips sputtered at the contact. she loved the way he sucked at her clit, hitting exactly where she needed him to.

he only added fuel to the fire by pounding his fingers into the spongy surface, and her eyes widened as she came suddenly without much warning. her thighs clamped around his head, and he rocked her hips along his face as she rode out her high. even after, he still hadn’t let up in the slightest. it was overwhelming, and he didn’t stop moving his tongue until she was begging him to stop. she was already overstimulated, but she needed more.

for the first time ever, she was legitimately thinking about letting him fuck her right then and there. his lips left her clit with a grotesque pop, a string of saliva dangling from his pretty mouth as he pulled himself back up to look at her.

“you taste so good, baby. i bet you feel even better..” he teased, biting at her neck between his words. he looked down, admiring the mess he’d made of her already. “god, you’re shaking. you’re just begging to get my dick inside of you.” he continued, and her cheeks darkened as she nodded along wordlessly.

“oh c’mon, baby. tell me what you want me to do to you. i know you can do it.” god, he really never stopped talking. even when he was rubbing his clothed erection against her, he still found a way to keep his end of the conversation going. she wanted to wipe that smirk clean off his face.

satoru looked entirely fucked out after he nearly sucked the life out of her, with his lips swollen and his cheeks flushed. he looked almost entirely out of breath, so desperate to finally be getting what he’d been dreaming about for years. he began fumbling for his belt when his phone began to ring, and he looked down at the caller ID with a frown.

“fuck, i gotta go. this isn’t over, though.” he pressed a kiss to her lips, sporting a rather impressive tent in his uniform pants. he gave her a halfhearted salute, and disappeared before she had the chance to argue.

“such a fucking tease.” she groaned, cheeks burning as she pulled her dress back down. there was no way she was getting any work done now.

“where the fuck were you, asshole? we’ve been looking for you for the last hour.” shoko glared at her friend, and after staring him down for a moment a look of realization washed over her features.

“oh. nevermind. i literally do not want to know.” shoko’s expression turned to disgust, and she walked away from him without another word. she left satoru by himself, and he hit his hand against the wall as soon as she was gone.

“so close.” he sighed, leaning his forehead against the cool surface. “i got sooooo fucking close.”

[pezberrywhoreee]

ugh this picture makes me so fucking feral

[mudwerks]

Biggest regret.

[kaminocasey]

That whisper of "Hey" from Hunter after Echo says "A little help" on Ryloth. Send tweet.

[publicuniversalenemy]

> woahhhh time for a #FACE REVEAL!!!!!! > it’s just a picture of bagger 288

[designer-sadness]

Got the raging visceral need for more tattoos right now

[tiger-in-the-flightdeck]

I love him, your honour.

[andthebeanstalk]

Today my therapist introduced me to a concept surrounding disability that she called "hLep".

Which is when you - in this case, you are a disabled person - ask someone for help ("I can't drink almond milk so can you get me some whole milk?", or "Please call Donna and ask her to pick up the car for me."), and they say yes, and then they do something that is not what you asked for but is what they think you should have asked for ("I know you said you wanted whole, but I got you skim milk because it's better for you!", "I didn't want to ruin Donna's day by asking her that, so I spent your money on an expensive towing service!") And then if you get annoyed at them for ignoring what you actually asked for - and often it has already happened repeatedly - they get angry because they "were just helping you! You should be grateful!!"

And my therapist pointed out that this is not "help", it's "hLep".

Sure, it looks like help; it kind of sounds like help too; and if it was adjusted just a little bit, it could be help. But it's not help. It's hLep.

At its best, it is patronizing and makes a person feel unvalued and un-listened-to. Always, it reinforces the false idea that disabled people can't be trusted with our own care. And at its worst, it results in disabled people losing our freedom and control over our lives, and also being unable to actually access what we need to survive.

So please, when a disabled person asks you for help on something, don't be a hLeper, be a helper! In other words: they know better than you what they need, and the best way you can honor the trust they've put in you is to believe that!

Also, I want to be very clear that the "getting angry at a disabled person's attempts to point out harmful behavior" part of this makes the whole thing WAY worse. Like it'd be one thing if my roommate bought me some passive-aggressive skim milk, but then they heard what I had to say, and they apologized and did better in the future - our relationship could bounce back from that. But it is very much another thing to have a crying shouting match with someone who is furious at you for saying something they did was ableist. Like, Christ, Jessica, remind me to never ask for your support ever again! You make me feel like if I asked you to call 911, you'd order a pizza because you know I'll feel better once I eat something!!

Edit: crediting my therapist by name with her permission - this term was coined by Nahime Aguirre Mtanous!

Edit again: I made an optional follow-up to this post after seeing the responses. Might help somebody. CW for me frankly talking about how dangerous hLep really is.

[sunfoxfic]

We were so close to smoking not being cool anymore. We were so close. Then they flavored it mango and now it's taboo to criticize it anymore. People don't ask if they're allowed to vape indoors, they aren't considerate of people who may have health problems that are triggered by the chemicals or if it just bothers them, people don't care that they're supporting an industry built on corruption and greed, they can't see it draining their pockets and much less their health. We were so close to smoking not being cool anymore.

[thebibliosphere]

Have you ever vomited so hard you not only wrecked your throat but dislocated your collarbone?

How about a migraine so bad it triggers your mast cells into a pre-anaphylactic reaction and you start breaking out in hives all over your body?

Yeah. Me neither until 4 o’clock this morning.

New level of hell unlocked.

And the migraine is still ongoing. I’m just no longer blind and dry-heaving.

I hate this.

[obsob]

friends forever

✹print shop✹

[inkskinned]

he says i hate everyone except you and that is addictive and that is kind of romantic and beautiful because you're young and you're kind of a sarcastic asshole too and you don't like bad boys, per say, but you don't really like good ones either. and you like that you were the exception, it felt like winning.

except life is not a romance book, and he was kind of being honest. he doesn't learn to be nice to your friends. he only tolerates your family. you have to beg him to come with you to birthday parties, he complains the whole time. you want to go on a date but - people are often there, wherever you're going. he's just so angry. about everything, is the thing. in the romance book, doesn't he eventually soften? can't you teach him, through your own sense of whimsy and comfort?

at first - you know introverts often need smaller friend groups, and honestly, you're fine staying at home too. you like the small, tidy life you occupy. you're not going to punish him for his personality type.

except: he really does hate everyone but you. which means he doesn't get along with his therapist. which means he has no one to talk to except for you. which means you take care of him constantly, since he otherwise has no one. which means you sometimes have to apologize for him. which means he keeps you home from seeing your friends because he hates them. you're the single exception.

about a decade from this experience, you'll type into google: how to know if a relationship is codependent.

he wraps an arm around you. i hate everyone except you. these days, you're learning what he's actually confessing is i have very little practice being kind.

[barghest-land]

ata tu corazón, mi amor, y arrástralo por la tierra

[clouvu]

Mother and Father 🫶

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Laios's three Boy Best Friends. And yes, they hate him.

[pudgybun]

Check out the custom preview I posted on OF! MY FIRST TIME BEING FUNNEL FED.

A greedy receptionist can't help but eat all the breakroom donuts. What better way to punish a fat pig than to funnel them full of fattening weight gain shakes?