#Intention urm.

[loveireandblog]

The way I talk is so diff these days. Win for me. I round it up lol. Point, evidence, explain

[6ronze]

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 ───── 𝑃𝐼𝑁𝐾 𝑅𝐼𝐵𝐵𝑂𝑁, where you insist on tying up a pink ribbon around one of their biceps. includes: zayne, gojo, rindou.

warning(s) -> pure fluff w sum suggestive moments. sfw. fem!reader, established relationship, incredibly domestic shit, short scenarios, not proofread, wc is 1.8k.

𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓈 : urm. ik im suppose to be working on my other wips but i need sum fluff rn

ZAYNE

Your oh-so-busy boyfriend finally took a day off, and you were determined to make the most of it. So you started the satisfying morning by sleeping in till past 10, something either of you rarely done because of work.

You didn’t spare Zayne from the stupid questions you’ve kept stacked in your mind, your curiosity ranging from medical facts to his daily routine during weekends before you got together. The poor surgeon sighed more than he did for an entire day of work but answered nonetheless.

It was all bearable for Zayne until you finished breakfast—or brunch, whatever it was you had. The patters of feet coming from your shared bedroom while Zayne was sat on the couch in the living room was enough for him to pinch the bridge between his brows, bracing for an incoming request that would no doubt involve some point of ridiculousness.

“What is this time?” He queried tentatively, turning his head over his side to see you approaching him, the grin on your face unmistakable. “And what is it you’re holding?”

“A ribbon,” you answered with a hum that had way too much enthusiasm for his liking (affectionately).

“C’mon, it’s a harmless pink ribbon! No need to frown and glare at it,” you chuckled, the furrow of his brows and narrow of his eyes all too familiar.

“I’m not glaring at the ribbon, the ribbon is innocent. I’m glaring at your hands, to be exact. They’re the ones most prone to mischief,” he pointed out, eyes trailing over you as you eventually stood ahead of him. His head tilted up to look at your face, an attempt to gauge your intentions with the pink ribbon you held.

“You’re overanalysing it,” you rolled your eyes, reaching out a hand to gently grab one of his arms, holding it up. “Stay still,” you giggled, catching his full attention all of the sudden, hazel green eyes darting between your face and your working hands.

“There! All done,” he heard you exclaim bubbly, his gaze zeroing in to the neat bow you’ve made with the pink ribbon around his bicep.

“Tell me why exactly you’ve decided to do this? Decoration?” He queried, glancing up at your standing figure in front of him with pure curiosity—and perhaps a hint of sarcasm.

“Well, yes. I suppose I am decorating you since you lack colour,” you retorted, folding your arms against your chest, looking proud at your handiwork.

“I believe I have a good colour palette for furniture and clothes, thank you very much,” he scoffed, not a sense of malice lacing his words despite his mask of displeasure.

“So you find this cute?” Zayne muttered, looking over to his now free arm, lifting it up straight and tugging on the sleeve of his shirt to expose the ribbon you’ve tied around him more. And while he did so, he unintentionally flexed his muscles, giving you a free exhibit of the your boyfriend, reminding you he works out despite spending most of his time in the hospital.

Amidst your staring, he had turned his head over to you, tilting his head at your fixation on his arm.

GOJO

One of the rare days where Gojo takes a day off for you, he tends to prefer spending it lazying around with you at home rather than going out. One of the reason? He’s a lazy fuck.

Well that’s one of them, but the other reason is he loves the simplicity of merely being there with you, holding you, maybe even getting to know parts of you that he didn’t—though, he insists that’s impossible.

Rather than shrugging him off and giving him the cold shoulder at his clinginess, you insist on matching his behaviour, except occasional exchanges of wit between you were inevitable.

“What’s that, princess? Trynna copy my blindfold look with a pink ribbon?” He drawled with a grin, awfully interested on your busy self even with the movie he picked playing on TV. The soft pink fabric around your fingers entranced him in a sense, his jewel eyes alternating between your concentrated face and the fiddles you made with the ribbon.

“No, I’m not. Your blindfold doesn’t even look half as good as this ribbon,” you remarked, words turning to a mumble halfway with how focused you got on fiddling with the ribbon. His arm around your shoulder squeezed you slightly, tucking you in close before hooking his arm around your neck instead.

“Piss off. You know I look good in anything,” Gojo chuckled, musing with confidence by your ear.

“What do you plan on doing with it anyway? Want me to tie you up with it?” He suggested, tone suspiciously innocent. You rolled your eyes, knowing damn well it was a ruse to lead you to something else. So you elbowed his chest gently, earning a dramatic groan from the smirking man.

“Like hell am I letting you do that. Instead, why don’t I tie it on you instead?” You huffed, the sudden idea going to your head and making you turn over to him more. His white lashes fluttered at you as he blinked, looking somewhat dumbfounded at your threat.

“Hey, hey, what’re you doin’ now? Weak thing like that isn’t gonna be able to restrain me, sweetheart,” he leaned away when you shifted to face him better, hand capturing his arm. You couldn’t help but scoff at his reaction, panicking away from you the second he saw that sly gleam in your eyes.

“I’m not gonna hurt you, idiot,” you grumbled, wrapping the ribbon around his upper arm, compression shirt giving you a clear outline of his biceps.

“Not like you can anyway,” he mumbled underneath his breath like you wouldn’t hear him. However, you did, giving him another light yet firm slap to his arm and ripping one more of his exaggerated ows.

“This one of those trends on social media or something? Usually, I’d be the one wrapping you up like a pretty little gift,” he asked, looking over at you curiously as you tied a bow from the pink ribbon around his still arm. “Yeah, so what if it is?” you challenged, not bothering to pull your focus away from the bow you were tying on him still. And fuck, did you seem like the most adorable thing in the world to him.

“Just asking, baby,” he laughed softly, finding your retort cute rather than hurtful. He knew better than to take any of your little fits seriously anyway.

“There,” you muttered, releasing his arm with a satisfied look since the bow came out perfectly. Gojo on the other hand moved his arm around as if you’ve added prosthetics to his body instead, earning a lighthearted glare from you.

“So what? I just flex my muscles around to tighten it up?” He queried with a quirked brow, lifting his arm up and flexing his muscles on command, the delicate ribbon visibly constricting his biceps when he did so. You couldn’t help but stare and wonder. Darn this man for doing the most attractive things so obliviously.

RINDOU

Rindou had finally graced your pleas to take a day off from work for the two of you. And while you thought it would be a great day for dates and all, you ended up sleeping in with him, unable to truly get up from the comfort of the bed and his warmth. You two mumbled in bed together for a while, half asleep and day dreaming until he dragged out of bed for breakfast.

If it was one thing you noticed about his routines at home without work bugging him, it was that he loved walking around shirtless. It didn’t matter the time of the day, he would be wearing some pair of sweatpants without his torso bare, tattoos on his body on full display. You asked him about it but got nothing more than a simple, ‘why? ‘M I distracting you, baby?’ Which you merely replied with a glare.

Cooking up some eggs and bacon for yourself and his gluttonous self, you were interrupted by a pair of firm big arms encircling your waist from behind.

“What?” you asked with a bit of a groan, hand holding the pan a bit tighter now.

“Hey, don’t take out that morning attitude on me,” he grumbled, chin resting on the top of your head. His brows furrowed slightly, eyes focusing on the movement of your hands that cooked the food.

“Not my fault you decided to burn my eyes by walking around the house naked,” you refuted, voice slightly low from dehydration.

“Half naked,” he corrected, his own morning voice hoarse and gravelly to your ears, a sound you welcomed. “Besides, don’t you like seeing my body? Thought you liked my muscles,” he added, arms held around your stomach squeezing slightly to emphasise his point of ‘muscles’. You scoff in response.

“Yeah, but maybe I don’t like being reminded how hot my boyfriend is so early in the morning,” you reasoned, hand closing the stove and putting the pan down safely to finally turn around and face him, his arms loosening.

“Hmm.. Can’t relate, baby. I like being reminded how sexy my girl is this early. Makes me appreciate you more,” he grinned, slightly downturned violet eyes staring at you with a gleam of triumph at the sight of your slightly flustered expression.

“Now you’re trying to make me feel bad,” you grunted, earning yourself a deep laugh from Rindou.

You pushed past him to walk over to the kitchen counter but one of his arms lingered on you, not quite letting you go. Your eyes landed on a lone strand of pink ribbon laying the countertop, recalling the chocolate gift he gave you last night that was wrapped in ribbons

“Forgot to throw this out huh?” You muttered, picking it up and twirling it around your fingers playfully. Rindou standing behind you still, didn’t say much of a word, opting to stay quiet for a moment to observe you.

What he didn’t expect was for you to turn around and grab ahold of his arm suddenly. But he didn’t protest or move, merely staring at your movements and waiting to see what bright idea you could’ve possibly had now.

“A bow? Really?” He chuckled, gaze fixated at the way you swiftly tied the thin pink fabric around his upper arm. “Some cool idea you have on making me a gift, princess,” he exhaled a breathy laugh, looking at his bicep once you released him.

“Shut up. Be thankful I didn’t it tie it on your hair and snap a pic to send to Ran instead,” you huffed, folding your arms at his sarcastic remark.

“Okay, fuck, I take it back,” he quickly conceded, not wanting to anger you even further now you’ve threatened him with Ran’s name.

[yujinnieswifeu]

Behind the public eyes

Pairings: sub!fem reader x dom!ahn yujin

Warings: smut, LOTS OF SMUT!!, strap is referred as cock, fingering, lots of teasing, a lil edging.

a/n: guys..omg i swear i just got carried away and wrote and wrote, and now it’s super long cause i cant STOP!!!🧍🏻‍♀️Also this always happens, like when i have a certain plot, it always changes so yeah😭, really can’t stay with a certain plot like how bent i am🥴. Hope you enjoy this oneshot you horny peeps😋

Being together with an influencer was never easy. You had to deal with people going off about your girlfriend, Yujin in front of your face and not do anything about it since you two were still a secret, and only known to a few friends.

So when one day, you decided to see the comments on one of Yujin’s new post, you were furious to say the least. Oh how you wanted to throw your phone against the wall. Please step on me Yujin 🧎🏻‍♀️, i can bark for you 🗣️, please Yujin..one chance? And that was not it. It got even worse, like some of the comments were saying how they want to be fucked by her, oh..if they only knew Yujin fucks you every.single.day.

Gosh you so wanted to film you two when she pounds your pussy with her strap, or when she licks your cunt like she never had anything better and post it to brush it into her fans’s face! You really had to do something abo-

“Hey sweets, what you staring at there so intently?” There she was, the person that you want to see right now.

“Who is the only person you have your eyes on?” You said, trying to sound calm but your voice betrays you, your voice coming out rough and angry instead.

The silence was deafening to say the least, Yujin was blinking her eyes at you, a confused look plastered on her face as she brush her fingers through her hair, a nervous habit of hers that you soon noticed. “U-urm you? Why the question?” She mutters the last part, and you only glare at her, taking your phone instead and you sat back at the edge of the bed, trying to calm yourself down instead as you took deep breaths.

You could feel the bed deep, and her arms over yours, her head next to yours in a slow manner, eyes looking at you to see if you were fine with what she was doing and you just looked away from her, knowing she was pouting like a lost puppy now as she plants a soft kiss along your temples. “Tell me sweets?” She says soothingly, her fingers now brushing in your hair as you could feel yourself relax in her hold.

“Maybe i saw the comments in your post.” You hinted, looking down at your lap as you played with your fingers, suddenly feeling a little sad and at the same time jealous, that you did not want her to know. Unbestowed to you, Yujin was grinning, totally understanding now why you were this angry when she came into the room, why you had asked her that question. You were jealous.

Soon, you could hear her chuckling, and you frowned at her, not understanding how any of this was funny. “What are you laughing at Ahn.” You rolled your eyes, pushing her away now as you stood up to get your things. “Mm i don’t know hun? Maybe someone was jealous?” She grinned, that sickening smirk that makes you glare at her, and she stood in front of you, taking the things in your hand away from you and placing the somewhere else.

“I-i am not?” You rolled your eyes, feeling the hotness against your cheeks as you try to look away from her. “Ah ah..you were, why did you ask me that then?” She says, her finger went to grip at your chin making you look up at her as you let out a small whine.

“I said why?” She asked again, this time, she sounded more serious and you could only gulp, unable to look away from her as you said nothing, feeling your cheeks flush embarrassingly. “Tell me y/n, why?” It was more of a command now, her eyes now staring deep into yours as you pout. “I-i..i was…jealous.” You whimper, eyes darting to the ground instead as you look at the floor shamefully, feeling your hands curl in a fist.

She lifts your chin this time, making you look at her. “Good girl. Now tell me…who is the only one for me?” Her question makes a shiver runs down your spine, looking back into her eyes as your heart raced with each passing second.

“Me?” You bit your bottom lip, which she did not like as she placed her thumb there. “Hm, i did not ask you for you to ask me back. I said who?”

“M-me!” You quickly say, your heart was thumping so hard at this point, you were sure Yujin could hear it. “Yes, that’s right. Now…i’m going to make you see that, would you like that hm?” She husked out, and you nod your head desperately. It only causes her to smirk, pushing you face down against the mattress as you whimper out in need, pushing your hips back over her and she only chuckles at your desperate attempt to get off to something.

Poor you, just wanting her to ruin you at this point and she was just taking her own sweet time. “Mm, what an impatient little thing.” She mocks, and you whimper more, grinding yourself back against her, giving her a show.

“P-please?” You whine out, feeling her hands grip at your hips to stop your movements instead, and you groan softly.

“Please what?” She whispers against your ear, the feeling of her front against your back makes you let out a small gasp, wanting so much to feel her skin on yours.

“Please Yuji— ahh!” You cry out instead, feeling a smack against your ass making your body tense suddenly, your back arching more. “Say it again.”

“P-please mommy.” She hums approvingly, now planting soft kisses along the back of your neck which makes you shiver slightly, feeling sensitive. “That’s my good girl.” She raspily says, which makes you clench your thighs together from the throbbing feeling between them.

You could feel her fingers drag along your spine, your breathing hitches as she drags them even lower, resting over the back of your sweatpants. You let out a small moan, moving your hips as you try to ease the feelings between your thighs. Yujin only chuckled cruelly from behind, her hands goes to grip at your waist, making you stop your movements. Instead, she slowly pulled down your pants, looking down to see a damp spot on your panties, grinning wickedly.

“So wet for me when i haven’t even started?” She rasps against your ear, her breath tickling your ear as you writher under her. “Need more please?” You begged, and she hummed in response. “What do you want mommy to do?” She says against your ear, now going to suck at your earlobe, as you bit your bottom lip harshly. “N-nghh mommy…want you to eat me please?” The desperation in your voice was so loud, it only makes Yujin grin even wider, her ego boosted as her fingers inches nearer to your now drenched core, feeling the heat of your arousal on her fingers.

“And how will i do that? You need to elaborate right?” She teases you, and you could feel your cheeks turning red. Instead of responding, you stayed silent, too embarrassed to say those lewd thoughts out like how Yujin always wanted.

“I asked you..a. fucking. question.” She emphasised on her words, which made you even more wet, feeling your arousal leek from your poor hole. You whimper as you clench your thighs together, which she separates them with her legs instead.

“M-mommy!” You cry out, and she lands another smack on your ass cheeks. “Answer me.” She warns, and you could feel the lump forming at the back of your throat. The thoughts from earlier now flooded your brain, images of how Yujin were to eat you out in your mind makes your clit throb painfully. “Y-you would use your tongue over my clit…maybe your fingers in my hole too.” You groan softly, the thought of it making you squirm under her. Within seconds, your panties were aside as she stuffs her face into your aching hole, eating you out just how you wanted. You let out a gasp, a long moan followed right after as you grasp at the sheets tightly. The sensation of her tongue against your clit as she flicks it repeatedly has you rolling your eyes back, pushing yourself back against her face as you desperately chase your high over her face.

She moves away from your hole, gripping your hips harshly. “You better continue talking, or i will stop.” She warns, before going back to eating you out. You whimper against the sheets, knowing what she meant and all your mushy brain could register was how good she was eating you out. “You wo-would lick your tongue f-faster against my clit…mmnngh..a-and add a finger i-in.” Your words comes out as stutters, but Yujin knew exactly what you meant, licking at your clit faster, as she slowly enters a finger inside of your tight walls, groaning slightly at how tight you were for her.

After a while, you were a moaning mess, feeling your impending orgasm nearing as your breathing becomes more ragged. Yujin sensed this and stopped her movements, pulling herself away as she lands a slap on your ass cheeks, hearing you whine and writher on the sheets at the loss of your orgasm.

“M-mommy no! I was going t-to cum!” You almost sob at your own words, now a little teary eyed and Yujin only gives you a warning look, one which makes you shiver as you quieten down instead. “You stopped talking so i did not continue.” She says instead, manhandling you on the bed as she pushes you on your back instead, your front against hers. Now only did you realise that she was still clothed, and you still had your shirt on. “Mommy, can we remove these?” You looked at her shirt, tugging at it slightly which almost makes her smile, but she pushes that aside, her eyes locked on yours instead.

“Sure baby, i think you’ve been a good girl for me.” She nears your lips, giving them a peck before removing her shirt, your eyes roams over her body almost instantly. She catches you staring and grins, her head tilted. “Like what you see baby girl?” That nickname makes a shiver run down your spine, eyes staring back up at her as you could feel your cheeks heat up. “Y-yes, you always look so good mommy.” You gulped, hands slowly moving to cup at her breasts, normally, she wont let you do so, but she lets it slide this time, letting you massage her breasts instead as she moans softly. You look up at her, watching her eyes closed in pleasure as your finger circles over her tits, and she lets out a throaty moan. It only makes you more drenched, you were sure your arousal was all over the bed at this point.

“Mm..that’s enough.” Her hands grabs your wrists over your head, now taking over control as you let out a small whine. “I want to hear more about what you want me to do with you baby.” She whispers against your lips, her eyes locked on yours instead as she presses her front against you, making you let out a small moan as you feel her harden nipples brush yours underneath your shirt. “W-why mommy?” You whine out, and watch as she grins almost wickedly. “Hm..i don’t know, maybe someone said earlier how they wanna be fucked by me?” She teases, and you could feel your cheeks turn even redder, your heart racing, now realising what you thought you said in your mind was actually what you said out loud. You were sure Yujin was enjoying all of this.

“Yujin…” you groan, pulling at your wrists which she had trapped above your head with her strong grip. Gosh, you must have looked like a tomato by now! “It’s mommy darling.” She hisses out instead and you whimper. “Mommy…please stop teasing?” You whine out, and she only giggles, touching her forehead against yours. “Mm..you just have to say it one more time.” She taunts, making you pout up at her, watching as she grins her infamous grin.

“Mommy..want you to use your s-strap on me please?” It comes out as a squeak, your heart racing as you look into her dark orbs, she leans in, pressing a soft kiss on your lips before pulling away. “That’s my good girl.” Her voice comes out husky, and you whimper softly. She pulls herself away completely from you this time, asking you to wait for her and remove your shirt in the meantime as she goes to take her strap. Soon, she comes back, and you immediately notice it was your favourite one. It wasn’t too long or too wide, and girthy enough to look like the real thing. You could feel the water in your mouth as you stare at it, and she smirks.

“You’re drooling baby.” She says, her voice deep with desire as she gets on the bed with you, nearing your face with the faux cock as she smacks the tip over your lips teasingly, it only makes the feeling between your thighs intensify as you part your lips, feeling her slowly slide her cock between your lips, and you moan around it. She groans softly at the sight below her, biting her bottom lip as she stares down at your submissive form, moving the toy slowly into your mouth, before moving her hips back. She keeps doing the same movement, before starting to move faster, watching as you choke against the toy, bringing some tears to your eyes as she let out shaky breaths.

Her hand goes to your hair, stroking your hair as she praises you. “Fuck baby, taking me so well, you like how it feels around your mouth?” And you hum around her cock instead, teary eyes staring up at her as she continue to abuse your mouth. When she sees your tears sliding down your face, she pulls away, contented with what she has done as she goes lower, now sliding her cock up and down between your folds teasingly. “P-please!” You whine, now moving your hips desperately over her cock, and she pushes her tip slowly past your hole, watching your brows furrow in pleasure, your lips parting slightly as you moan.

“So fucking tight.” She groans, starting to move slightly faster, the sight of you losing control over yourself, and fucked dumb makes her hips snap faster into you, making your cry out in pleasure as you make grabby hands at her, and she gets the message, moving her body over yours as she plants kisses along your neck, her fingers goes over to play with your nipples, hearing you moan even louder for her as she groans softly. It gets harder for her to move inside of you, and she knows you were close. Your fingers now clawing at her back as she hisses, the feeling when she slides back in and the tip hits over your cervix, feeling the pressure against her own clit makes her move even faster inside of you, chasing her own orgasm as well.

“M-mommy need to cum!” You desperately say, hands now lost in her hair, pulling at them slightly as she groans softly against your skin, her thrust becoming more erratic as she nears too. “Cum..cum with me baby.” She whispers feverishly against your lips, kissing you with hunger as you kissed her back with the same hunger, cumming undone together as you tremble under her, she lets out a small moan against your lips, her eyes closed as she thrust one last time inside of you. “All mine.” She says, panting slightly now as she pulls herself out, removing the strap from herself as she places it on the floor next to the bed, planting a soft kiss to your forehead before bringing you closer to her, spooning you.

She looks down at you, watching you still trying to catch your breath as she plays with your hair. After a while, she breaks the silence between you two. “Did i show you enough?” She mutters, and you look back up at her, eyes still slightly hazy but able to get her question, a lazy smile playing in your lips. “Mhm..i love you Yujin.” You say lazily, and she smiles lovingly back down at you. “And i love you too y/n, no one can ever replace you, remember that okay?” She says, planting a soft kiss to your lips as you could feel your cheeks turning red again. “Yes, i will always remember mm.” You respond shyly, and she giggles at your reaction.

“By the way, i will let my fans know about us tomorrow.” She says, before hugging you tighter in her arms, planting a soft kiss to your temple this time as you smile against her skin.

[sherwees]

piano lessons

cw: dubcon, more angsty idk, reader and kun are implied to have a LEGAL age gap, riding, maybe a sir kink, kun uses “sweetie” “sweetheart” etc etc on reader, lots of praising coming from kun too.

side note : I think I made kun praise the reader more than they actually fucked so urm.. uhhhhhhhh 👁👁

extra : I remember when my elementary music teacher told me I had long hands and I would be a great piano player.

extra extra : I used the word fucking and eyes too much for my liking.

apart of the nct corny porn plots series!

“how about you play this?”

once you hummed at kun's recommendation, he grabbed the music packet and set it in front of you. intently watching him place his finger on the cnote then drag it to the rest of the notes then stop it right at the dash.

“see this,” he tapped at d in between the a and f. “this is where you get really..” kun tries to express it with his hands but he places his hand on his thick thighs in defeat. “overwhelmed..” he finished with a sigh, he met eyes with you but you really met eyes with a key on the far end.

you simply nodded with a short-lived smile, his eyes narrowed in confusion before he tilted his head and nudged your shoulder. “come on, give me a real answer..” kun kept on nudging it until you grinned, he suspects that you're distant and jittery because of the death of your previous instructor but it's really because of how fucking sexy he was omg you wanted a slice of THAT.

“also, keep your wrists forward..” HE FUCKING GRABBED YOUR WRIST AND AND AND AND AND FUCKING POINTED IT FORWARD but lightly and hesitantly as if he was scared to break you, his hands were coarse but comfortably soft. “don't hunch,–” he mocked your stature right before you realized and straightened it.

“don't worry, you're doing much better than usual..” kun muttered, giving you a coy smile to somehow pay off his passive aggressive comment.

you started to play the familiar tune of the sonata, your mind trying to drift from the lingering touch on your waist. one part of your mind focused on moving away from his intruding hands; your spine angling uncomfortably to the left. the other on your frolicking fingers on the arrays of keys, you felt yourself starting to panic but for which reason?

him or that certain section of notes coming up??

maybe you could take your mind off of it?

think about the ache of your fingers but what about the fingers creeping around & across your waist

man fuck it.

you slammed the keys with a huff before covering your face, “I can't get this if you're rubbing all over me!” you said with an irritated tone, it was more embarrassing that you described it that way.. but you still got your point out visibly based off kun's offended look.

“a real pianist w–”

“WOULDN'T BE DISTURBED BY LITTLE THINGS LIKE THAT, OKAY I GET IT!” you snapped, standing up from the ottoman then slapping your hands to your sides; your fist balling together slowly. kun stared at your stiff figure with a sigh, but his eyes mused at your pouty lips; he yearned to finally kiss them.. but that's a little.. weird, isn't it?

“my apologies, maybe we need a break?” he suggested in a murmur, trying to hide his smile as he tapped a key lightly but the piano never emitted a sound. the tension was palpable and kun was sure that he'll make it boil over but.. to his liking. no matter what he had to do.

you took a breather, were you more overwhelmed about his absolute SEXINESS OMG YOU WANTED TO FUCK OMFGGGGG or about the piano piece? it was–

“now let's try that again, yeah?” his head peaked out of your peripherals, his eyes filled with some sort of mysterious enthusiasm. as if you were in some sort of illusion, you sat back down. “that's more like it..” kun whispered, his shoulder nudged against yours unintentionally. you didn't notice how the side of your knees were touching, your forearms nearly touched with every movement. freaky ass bitch...

once you were calm, you started playing again. his eyes intently watching your concentrated expression; how your eyes squinted at some points, your jaw clenching once you got to that one sixteenth note that bothered you two weeks prior.

“you're doing really well..” kun reassured, his breath was caught in his throat once he felt a tension at the base of his length with every move of your fingers.

man.. that third note kinda hit different this time..

after finishing, you haven't realized that you were sweating until you pulled your hands from the board. goddamn bitch, you were out of breath?!

kun stood up adruptly with a contempt sigh, brushing your sweaty forehead once you looked at him. you felt kun's hand quiver against your hairline before it felt to his waist, the silence was heavy and ominous. you couldn't even bother to make eye contact with him because of the goosebumps that tingled on the side of your neck. he literally wouldn't stop staring; he probably wasn't even blinking oh my fucking god.

after the sequence of silence, he finally said, “you did great today, sweetheart..” he complimented, hoisting you up by your arms into a hug. kun relished in the feeling of your warm skin against his cold own. “m’ so proud of you..” he whispered the praise into your ear, his lips grazed your lobe.

“I think you deserve an award, hmm?” kun seducted you, the familiar warmth and prickle of goosebumps followed up your neck.

“urm, what?!” you accidentally yelled, turning the tension cold. “huh?” kun said before pulling back, his face contorted in confusion as if he didn't do all that and a bag of chips. he quickly composed himself with a deep breath and clearing of his throat once he noticed your expression still remained angered, frustrated and overall fucking CONFUSED? I MEAN LIKE?!!

he totally got lost in the moment, kun needed to realize that he was your instructor and nothing more. not a lover. it hurt that you didn't see him like that and that you'll never understand how bad he wanted to embrace your warmth and revel in the feeling of the succulent plumpness of your lips. but he couldn't and he shouldn't.

“don't fucking act stupid!” your pent-up irritation scorched kun's frangible heart. “I know, I know, I fucking know!” his hand slammed an array of keys before he rubbed his forehead with a sigh. kun's hand perched on his hip before he looked back up at you, his deep brown eyes teary with hurt.

“I've tried so hard to keep us two platonic in some sort but I just can't do it! you're too much..” his forehead lines frowned in distress whilst his index and thumb met the inner corner of his eyes.

“I mean, I really wanna help you but at the same time, I-I just can't help myself.” he concluded with a restraint tone, his hand unintentionally slamming against the keys again but he found leverage on the top of the piano.

kun let out a throaty sigh once your eyebrows finally rested, “l-let's just continue,okay?” his eyes fell to the ground before he sat back down and you only followed; you didn't want to hurt him further.

once your fingers settled on the keys, your eyes managed to zone in on his heavy ass erection.

just look away, not at his jawline.. look away, maybe at his nose?! maybe at the outline of his maybe soft lips.. MAYBE AT THAT ONE MOLE UNDER HIS EYE?!! MAYBE THE MOLE THAT'S PEEKING OUT OF HIS OPEN BUTTON UP SHIRT?!!! MAYBE OR MAYBEEEE—

“okay- I—” you stood up with your hand on your forehead but immediately moved it away once it reminded you of him. nearly regurgitating the smoothie you chugged 12 hours ago that kun COINCIDENTALLY bought you, you managed to keep your stern authority.

but it completely faltered once he stood up too.

your hand surprisingly caught you, using the side of the piano. “just give me another chan–” he paused his soon series of pleads once he noticed that you shook your head, “it's fine, I'm just..” you trailed off, eyeing kun's erection for a second before looking back up at his eyes; they held some sort of.. weird.. erotic.. vibe to it..

“at this point, it's whatever you decide.”

“decide what?”

“if you wanna go home or to continue our lesson.” he said simply. “I'm just going to teach you.. nothing more.” kun suggested with some sort of grudge behind his words.

“I mean.. you're fine–I'm fine.. I mean– fuck, I'm so over this!” you cowered into your quaking palms before kun's hands (which you now noticed were abnormally larger than yours) pulled them away with a reassuring smile, it was like he was taunting you.. along with his dimples that poked inward.

“how about we just finish our lesson?” he sounded like a fucking robot, you hated it.. hated the fact that he was fucking ignoring that he was messing with you in the beginning of this bitchass lesson, the “sweethearts” “sweeties” that you had to deal with, his touches, his smile, his dimples, his lips, his hands,

just fucking everything, you hated him.

it wasn't a hate, you loathed him.

“stop acting like everything's okay! it's not.”

“well fine then!” he snapped, causing you to jolt lightly. “you have driven me insane since the first week I've even taught you.. I always tried to keep my feelings at bay just so I could fulfill your dream or whatever the hell and help you get over the death of your first instructor.. it hurt so bad when I saw you crying after our first day together.. I tried so fucking hard to be there for you.. provide for you and you just don't meet me in the middle, you've never even thought or bothered to even meet me in the middle either. and it's the bare minimum.” kun's tone died down towards the end, veins sprawled up his forearm as his hand clenched and unclenched with every word that seemed to be forced out of his throat, his eyes filled with some sort of animosity and longing at the same time.

“your naïvety makes my heart hurt so bad.. you just don't understand.” kun's voice strained, his arms flailed to his sides in distress, “you're just so irresistible— it feels weird that I even think about you like that but it's just..” he trailed but the rest of his sentence died in his throat, kun's distraught eyes stayed on the piano; his unshed tears bordered at his waterline shining from the warm lamp.

“I just want the best for you, and I believe that the best is with me.” kun came forward, your eyes followed his hand grasping your fingers quite awkwardly. you look up at him, your eyes were lost, confused and honestly baffled like that whole speech just for him to finally get pussy like hello?!

kun suddenly reached for his zipper simultaneously, his ample cock finally being freed from the suffocating confines of his trousers. but your conscience told you that you'll regret this and that something was off and that this was weird and wro— “sweetheart, be good for me alright..” the cool brass of his rings tingled your face once he gripped your jawline, a sardonic smile splayed on his face.

“kun, seriously–” he ignored your concern as he harshly yanked and tore the waistband of your pants to your knees. your heart raced anxiously, but for what? something about him just intimidated you towards borderline fear.

“just tell me what you want.” kun gripped your waist urgently, his fingernails digging into your skin causing you to wince. “come on now, just give in.” he allured you further, his eyes searching yours for any sort of deceit before his hungry lips practically swallowed yours. yes, his lips were actually soft but he gave too much tongue and it made you nearly recoil everytime he would nudge your tonsil.

kun quite literally tackled you to the ottoman, the warmth of his crotch swept through the butterflies in your stomach and straight towards your cewchie. without any effort, he placed your legs around his hips before pushing down his boxers. the heat emanating from his cock along with the weight of his tip on your clit alone was terrifying, “I don't think I could–” you wept, your imploring orbs meeting his deep-set ones.

“I think you could, I believe you could.. be brave for me, alright?” kun coaxed you while yanking your panties down, overstretching the hem a bit. kun groaned at the sight of your slick that glistened in the light, his tip slipped in between your folds; causing a full body shock to rack through him. “so fucking wet for me, hmm?” kun chimed, that same smile that made you nauseous appeared once more.

“you're s’ pretty, you know that?” you moaned when his pointer tugged at your clit playfully, a warm blob of precum slid to your hole. the head of his cock circled your sopping hole before he slid in easily with the aid of your arousal. your back arched at the unbearable stretch, your hands clawed and tore at his back as he tried to not simply cum over the unsteady pulsating of your walls.

“I fucking swear– just– fuck..” kun huffed, his dark brows furrowed in reluctance and concentration. agonizingly slow, he steadied his thrusts to be short; his tip nudging at your cervix. “you feel so fucking good–” kun said breathlessly, you winced once he slid out with an arousing pop before he sat up. “need you to ride me, alright? I don't think I'll control myself..” he shook his head with defeat, his collar bones sheened with sweat.

“sir– I don't–” he lazily smiled with a sigh and Pat to your thigh, “come on now..” he leaned back, his length twitching against his belly button like an invitation. you nodded hesitantly before straddling his lap, looking down at his length; your stomach dropped but once you took a deep breath, you were probably fine.. for now.

“breathe, princess..” he murmured against your jawline, your lips contorting in an attempt to take his wide tip but your hole only fluttered it out. “fuck– seriously I–” you screeched when kun suddenly shoved you down, tears jumping from your eyes in heavy blotches. you couldn't even bother to make eye contact with him, his eyes were hazed over with full lust.

his big hands grasped your hips as he maneuvered you on his cock, breathy gasps leaving him and whimpers leaving yours. “taking me so well, doll..” he praised you before leaving kisses upon your neck, suckling at some point as the taste of salt from sweat and tang of perfume mingled on his tongue.

the pace you set was obnoxiously slow for kun.. he knew that you were holding back or just not putting your all into it.. he scrutinized you again, your plush but yet tense thighs, your shut eyes unleashing bits of tears.

fuck you were going to be the death of him.

with every bounce on his lap, both of your pre-releases smacked around between you two. your inner thighs were uncomfortably sticky and irritated but the pleasure that coursed through your lower region aided a bit. kun's hips suddenly thrust upward, his hips now meeting yours in sync; causing you to squeal into your hand.

“baby, you could go a bit faster.. come on now..” he really only said that because his release was practically around the corner, he was sure that you could tell from his tensing thighs and twitches of his aching length stealthed in your warmth. kun's eyes rolled back to his skull once you clenched around him again, his hips stuttering additionally with a slap to your ass.

“don't do that baby..” kun heaved, looking down at the mess under you then up at you with eastern european gay porn sadness in his eyes. his clammy hands slide to your thighs whilst you rest your hands on the hook of his shoulders, he suddenly reached a relentless pace; the ottoman squeaking ever so lightly under you both.

“m’ gonna cum...” you mustered a murmur, mixed with a sob. there was only a squelching and smacking that resounded throughout the room, your abdomen caved before you yelped and fell lax into kun's arms with a heave.

“with me, okay?–” his doe eyes pleaded with you, his cock shooting rounds of precum that made your clit swirl. “with me, fuck you're so–..” he shut himself up with another peck to your lips. coincidentally, his thumb applied pressure right at your clit; your fingers tapped at his back once the pressure started to sting.

he suddenly released, his cum combining with the leaking trail of all sorts of releases down your thighs. his chest raising up and down in a tired rhythm against your cheek, his cock releasing wave after wave of his essence until it became droplets. kun eventually pulled out of you and pulled you off of him effortlessly, your head banged on the piano keys though.

cursing to himself, he pulled your head onto his chest and wrapped his arms around your waist. you looked up at him and giggled, kun stared in confusion at your hysterical laughter before you suddenly bit the tip of his nose. it was just something you always wanted to do.

kun immediately covered his nose with a hiss and you weirdly tasted chocolate and then there was a crunch.. “uncover your nose..?” you asked, he shook his head aggressively before you simply just pulled his hands away.

you gasped, he was made of white chocolate..? there was also bits of oreos you tasted also.. that's why his cum had a weird consistency..

“you're made of white chocolate, ew..” kun pouted at your comment before biting your shoulder, you were caramel flavoured. biting his ear lobe, kun pushed you away with an honestly cute angry face. kun then bit you and then you bit him and you ended up eating the top half of his head to his eyes and he ate one of your titties and a bit of your shoulder.

both of you had to go into hiding until you were able to go back into society, kun was blind and you were lopsided. you felt bad that he always had to grip the walls to find his way around the house, always having to touch your missing tittie to make sure it was you.

so you decided to push that whole “I'll love you for all of you even the missing parts” standard away and started venturing out everyday throughout the coco woods and choco lakes, you came back with tubs of the cocoa confection just so you could perfectly sculpt your lover's face back.

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A Conflict of Interest

[satosugu fic] [NSFW 18+] [5.1k]

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“Geto, your students are starting to… talk.” Masamichi Yaga stands on the other side of Suguru Geto’s desk, arms tightly crossed with an uncomfortable stare.

“As students do. What is this about?” Geto asks politely, biting this inside of his cheek. He looks up from his work, now attentively focused on his superior walking into the room. He sits snugly against his desk, his one hand clutching the armrest of his chair, his other resting on a stack of papers. He was in the process of filling out incident reports before Yaga walked into his office. 

Yaga clears his throat, taking an awkward pause. He continues, “Your relationship with, urm, Satoru Gojo.”

“Ah. I see.” Geto’s lips close in a tight line. “Thank you for making me aware. I will be sure to speak with my students and Gojo…” he lets out a small huff as if steam is coming from his nose, “about this. I assure you, you will not hear any more about it.”

“Ah, yes, Gojo.” Yaga says with a frown. “I did try to speak to him as well, but I’m not exactly sure where he is...” Yaga trails off, giving Geto a scrutinizing look. A bead of sweat drips down the back of Geto’s neck. 

“I’m not aware of his schedule today, but I’m sure he’s out with his students, probably spoiling them,” Geto says quickly with a smile, “You know how he is.” 

Yaga sighs, accepting this answer, “That seems likely. Thank you, Geto.” He starts towards the door

“Of course, sir.” 

Yaga makes his exit, sliding the door shut, and Geto hears the sound of his footsteps fading down the hall. His pleasant expression falls into a scowl. He kicks under the table with a fleshy thump . 

“Owww, Suguru!”

Satoru Gojo is on his knees under Suguru Geto’s desk, compactly tucked into the small space, teasing Geto’s cock through his pants. 

“This is entirely your fault,” Geto says through clenched teeth as he looks down, his eyes burning holes through Gojo. 

Gojo rests his cheek against the inside of Geto’s thigh, peering up at him with an apologetic pout. “You know I can’t help it…” His blindfold pools around his neck, flashing Geto with his big, gorgeous blue eyes. “It turns me on seeing you be so scholarly and responsible.” He smiles dangerously, fingers continuing to tease Geto’s hardening length. 

“You need to stop,” he retorts, but his body and his face say otherwise. He’s flushing wildly and, though he’s scowling, his heated gaze studies the beautiful man kneeling at his feet intently. “Pervert,” he adds in but still doesn’t attempt to push away.

“You love it.” Gojo grins wider, his fingers clawing at Geto’s waistband. He goes for the zipper when Geto grabs his hand quickly. 

“Seriously, stop it, Satoru. I don’t even have a lock on this door.” Geto’s eyebrows knit together, glancing at his office door with a bead of sweat running down the side of his face. 

Gojo pouts, whining, “Oh come on, Sugu, you’re all pent up! I know you can’t work like this.”

“And whose fault is that?” Geto feels his eye twitch. 

“It’ll be quick, I promise. You can use my mouth. I’ll get you off fast that way…” Gojo croons the last part, sticking out his tongue playfully, seductively, as if he’s about to devour Geto through the fabric of his pants. 

Geto takes a beat, biting the corner of his lip as his eyes scan over Gojo’s face, his soft lips, his cute tongue, and sighs in defeat. “Fine. Quick and quiet. I don’t need to give Yaga another reason to come in here.” He squeezes the armrest of his chair, adding, “But this is it. Seriously.” 

Gojo is delighted, his greedy fingers whipping out Geto’s arousal immediately. His tongue swipes along Geto’s length, teasing and toying, before taking him into his mouth. He wastes no time, staying true to his word. 

Geto groans softly, resting a hand on Gojo’s head, fingers gripping a chunk of white hair. His other arm rests with an elbow on the desk, his hand covering his mouth in anticipation. He’s usually quiet in bed (unlike the man currently sucking him off) but he’s now extremely aware of how paper thin these office walls are. His eyes are locked on the door, with a few glances spared to see Gojo deliciously taking his cock.

Gojo moves quickly, head bobbing, tongue lashing, he grips Geto’s muscular thighs. His hands start to slide back until they reach Geto’s hips, long fingers taking a firm grip on Geto’s ass as he sucks him all the way into his throat. 

Geto muffles a moan. “Fuck, Satoru,” he whispers and his grip on Gojo’s hair tightens as he pushes down on it. His hips begin moving on their own, thrusting into Gojo’s hot, flushed mouth. Geto begins to pant into his hand as the head of his cock jams into the back of Gojo’s throat. His gaze flickers down, watching as Gojo’s eyes water. They’re always the prettiest tearing up like that, he thinks, Gojo’s already impossibly radiant eyes appearing even more so when glossy.

He loves seeing Gojo into pure subspace bliss, and Gojo loves being fully in it, too. He's unable to breathe, unable to think, his mind emptying of everything except Geto’s cock choking him. It's heaven for the most powerful and important sorcerer alive. 

Gojo was right, it doesn’t take him long. 

One, two, three more thrusts and he’s spilling into Gojo’s throat, a slightly louder, yet still soft, groan escaping his lips as he does. 

Gojo swallows everything as he gasps back to reality, collapsing against the underside wall of the desk in a happy, messy heap. 

Geto has just enough time to get his pants buttoned and zipped before he hears a pair of light, hurried footsteps down the hall. His heart leaps, rolling up to his desk tightly as his students, Nanako and Mimiko Hasaba, burst through the door. His shoes tuck against Gojo’s legs, one foot tapping nervously. 

“Sensei! We’re back!” Mimiko sings cheerfully, placing a bag of what appears to be baked sweets in front of Geto. 

“Make sure to share with Gojo-sensei, we know he loves sweets.” Nanako comments, typing away on her phone. “Where is he anyway? Megumi says he can’t find him…” She shows him the text exchange they had earlier today.

Geto puts on a sweet smile, his forehead glistening slightly with sweat, “Aw, thank you, girls. I’ll make sure to share it. Y’know, I’m sure he’s around here somewhere.” He adds, quickly, “Actually, I bet he’s on the training field waiting for you all. Why don’t you go round up the other first years and head out there?” 

Mimiko gives him a big grin, agreeing, “Okay, Geto-sensei! See you later!” 

Both girls stroll out of the office, none the wiser. Nanako hasn’t even looked up from her phone once.

“See you both,” he waves them off, waiting for them to disappear down the hall. He lets out a huge, relieved sigh and rolls away from the desk in a slump. He palms his forehead.

Gojo smiles and stretches out from under the desk like a contortionist, dusting himself off and affixing his blindfold. “Aw your girls are so sweet, Geto-sensei,” he comments as he snatches the bag of baked goods and heads for the door, popping a whole chocolate croissant in his mouth. He hums happily. “Guess I’m needed on the training field, huh?” He says, muffled, with a full mouth as he walks backward and blows a kiss to Geto before exiting. He gives all of the students the run-around by taking the opposite way to the field, warping there when he finally reaches outside.

Geto huffs, glowering still but the corner of his lips tugs up into a small smile. 

That beautiful fucking menace… 

The problem ends up being much worse than they both expected. 

“Gojo-sensei…” Mimiko starts as she stretches on the training field, “Are you and Geto-sensei boyfriends?” 

“Yeah, they are,” Megumi replies immediately and nonchalantly, stretching his triceps. “Gojo’s always at Geto’s apartment off campus. I think they’re living together now…” 

Gojo nearly chokes on his cream puff. He sits up on the bleachers, his expression unreadable under the blindfold.

“What?! Seriously?!” Yuji interjects, his facial expression one of complete shock. 

Megumi looks at him with a flat expression, rolling his eyes, “Yeah, idiot. It’s so obvious.” Nobara shoots a glance at Yuji and nods in agreement with Megumi. 

“No way! But Gojo-sensei is totally into-” 

Yuji starts, but Gojo interrupts loudly, standing up from his seat and shoving his hands in his pockets. “ Enough speculations about my love life, please. Let’s just focus on getting ready for sparring…” Gojo clears his throat of pastry, a slight flush to his face.

He instructs the students to pair off across the field and starts passing out sparring weapons. He finally gets to Megumi and Yuji, handing each of them a practice staff. 

“Where were you this morning?” Megumi interrogates Gojo bluntly, giving him a scrutinizing look, “Geto sent us all out shopping for some reason…” You can see in his eyes he’s putting the pieces together. 

This kid is too fucking smart, I swear to god- 

“Don’t think about it too hard and just be grateful you got a little break, huh?” Gojo ruffles Megumi’s spiky hair with a little force. “Begin!” He calls out, waving his hand and turning around. He hops along the bleachers with a short sigh, giving himself a little distance to be out of earshot. He pulls out his phone and dials Suguru. 

Geto picks up after one ring. “Stop interrupting my work, Satoru,” he says immediately. His tone is flat, teeth clenched, and Gojo can just visualize the vein bulging on his neck. 

“Mimiko just point-blank asked me if we’re dating and Megumi knows we live together.” He rubs at his brow, lounging across the bleacher with his elbow propped on his knee. “What do you think we should do about that?” 

“Seeing as how this is your fault, I’m sure you’ll think of something to tell them.” Suguru retorts shortly and hangs up. 

“Ah, shit,” Gojo audibly groans, shoving his phone in his pocket and lying down completely in defeat. He needs to come up with something to say, or threaten, or bribe. 

(He clearly wasn’t the diplomat in this relationship.)

Sparring lasts for about an hour until Gojo stands and calls for the group to join him on the bleachers. All five students slowly filter in, staggering themselves along the risers. 

Gojo blows out a sigh. “Okay, so, there has been a lot of inappropriate talk about me, your superior by the way, and my personal life and it needs to stop,” he scowls at Megumi in particular. He clasps his hands together as he continues, “Geto and I are very good friends and that’s as much as you need to know about us.” 

Nobara sneers, crossing her arms, “You’re treating us like we’re dumb, Gojo. I literally saw you kiss him yesterday when I forgot my phone on the field.”

Yuji, Nanako, and Mimiko gasp, murmuring and giggling with each other about this new development. 

“Seriously, Gojo, did you forget I met you when I was six?” Megumi chimes in, also crossing his arms, already looking bored of this conversation. “I’ve known since forever ago.”   

Gojo’s teeth clamp together into a tense smile, raking a hand through his hair. 

It was all true. 

Yesterday afternoon, he was caught red-handed giving Geto a small kiss on the lips after they trained the first and second years. They were alone, students returning to the dorms, or at least he thought they were alone. Until he noticed Nobara running back into the building, phone in hand. That’s why Geto was so pissed at him in the first place. 

What more could he say to deny it? 

It’s not like Yaga could afford to fire him, anyway… 

“Okay, yeah, you got me. Geto is… we have a special relationship. So here’s the deal: you all stop talking about it in front of Yaga and I’ll… treat everyone to dinner tomorrow night? Sound good?” He holds out his hands, awaiting the consensus. 

The students turn to each other, nodding and shrugging. They start chattering about what restaurant they’ll pick.

Gojo sighs, massaging his temples. 

Geto is going to kill him when he finds out…. if he finds out. 

Gojo adds an additional stipulation, “In fact, don’t gossip at all around staff. It’s very disrespectful.” He puts a finger up and wags it. 

“They all already know,” Megumi grumbles, staring out into the empty field at nothing in particular. 

Gojo blows out a frustrated breath through his nose. “Just- listen . No gossip. Not a peep or we’ll be doing laps before sparring.” 

Everyone groans.

Nobara whines, “Fine, no rumors. Can we leave now?”

“Yes, all of you, get out of here.” Gojo waves them off and the five of them disperse, pairing off and chatting quietly. “Good work today! Remember what we talked about!” He calls out to them with a smile and a wave, his face falling as soon they’re out of sight.  

He’s definitely getting an earful tonight. 

They meet over dinner, Geto cooks. 

(That’s a given, though, Geto always cooks.)

“So, how did it go with the first years today?” Geto asks, his mood lifting significantly since their conversation on the phone. Doing basic, domestic-life things with Gojo always puts him in a better mood. 

Gojo is in the process of shoving a large spoonful of curry in his mouth. “Fine,” he replies quickly, muffled, “I handled it.” 

“What do you mean, handled it?” Geto questions suspiciously, taking a bite of his food. He smirks as he says, “You bribed them not to talk, didn’t you?”

Gojo clutches his pearls. “I would never.” 

“That’s your only behavior management technique, babe.” 

Gojo squints and frowns, pointing his spoon at Geto, “Are you questioning my teaching abilities right now? Do you wanna take this outside?” 

Geto laughs. “You’re a good teacher, Satoru,” he reassures, reaching over the table to wipe a spot of curry off of Gojo’s cheek with his thumb. “Your students adore you. You challenge them to be the best version of themselves and it shows.” He licks the curry off his finger, with which Gojo watches intently, wishing his entire body was covered in curry now. Geto adds, “I’ll talk to them, too.”

“Please do. They really roasted me today,” Gojo whines, slumping over the top of his bowl. “Mostly Megumi, little smart-ass. Nobara didn’t help either…”  

Geto chuckles again. “Honestly, if anyone knows about our relationship, it’s Megumi. We weren’t very sneaky when we were younger…” Gojo considers this for a serious moment, then shrugs in agreement. They both smile nostalgically. 

Geto sighs, speaking candidly, “They’re smart kids, and they were bound to find out… I just hope this isn’t seen as a conflict of interest by the higher-ups. What if Yaga decides to transfer me to Kyoto because of it?” He picks at his curry with a frown. This is the true root of his anxiety over these past few days. 

“I won’t let that happen,” Gojo replies stately, getting up from his seat and cupping Geto’s face with both hands. He locks eyes with Geto intensely as he says, “I’ll fix it, I promise.”

Geto smiles softly, giving Gojo a small kiss. “We’ll fix it.” 

“Suguru, this is why I love you.” 

“I love you, too.” 

“Geto-sensei, will you be coming with us to dinner tonight?” Nanako asks as soon as she and her sister shuffle into Geto’s office that morning. 

“Dinner?” Geto raises an eyebrow.

“Gojo-sensei didn’t tell you?” She explains, popping her chewing gum as she leans back in her chair, “He’s taking all of the first years to dinner tonight.”

Geto smirks to himself. 

So that’s how he bribed them…

“Oh is he now? How generous of him. Sure, I’ll be there.” 

Mimiko claps happily, “Yay! We decided on ramen!” 

“Listen, girls, I’m aware you may have… learned some things about Gojo-sensei and me. I imagine you have many questions, but please remember you are in school and teachers’ personal lives are inappropriate to discuss.” His gaze shifts between the both of them. “Even mine.” 

Mimiko raises her hand, “Just one question. Soooo if you and Gojo-sensei are dating… does that make Megumi our brother?” She cocks her head curiously. 

Geto stifles his laughter as he replies, “Um, no. Not quite. Though I guess you could think of him as one since you all grew up together.”

“Eww, no thanks,” Nanako comments, sticking her tongue out, “He’s so mopey and mean.” 

Geto clears his throat and continues, “More importantly, Nanako, Mimiko, if the rumors get out of hand, it could get us in trouble.” Geto leans in, giving both of them a genuinely serious look, “Yaga could send me to our sister school in Kyoto, which means I won’t be your teacher anymore.” 

Mimiko looks like she’s about to cry. Nanako hugs her closely, mouth hanging open in shock. 

“Can you promise me to keep this between us?” 

They both nod, eyes glassy at the thought of losing their teacher and only father figure in their life. He stands to pull them into a hug, “Thank you, I knew I could count on you both.”  

Gojo has the same conversation with his students, and it goes… a little differently. 

“Gojo-sensei, is it really true that you and Geto-sensei are living together? Are you in love? Are you going to get married abroad?!”

“Woooah, slow down, Yuji. And also, what part of ‘none of your business’ and ‘don’t talk about it anymore’ do you not understand!?” Gojo laughs, arms crossed, tipping back in his office chair. 

Nobara and Megumi slump in their seats, silent, annoyed at their oblivious teammate’s never-ending questions. 

“Sorry,” Yuji flushes, scratching the back of his neck. “I’m just- I’m happy for you, sensei. You’re always so busy on business trips but now at least, I dunno, someone’s at home waiting for you.” 

Gojo tries not to cry. 

Yuji is already crying. 

Megumi and Nobara are groaning.

He pulls them in for a hug all the same.  

Gojo treats everyone to ramen that night, both his heart and his stomach so full as he allows Geto to drag him into the apartment. He is welcomed by a warm embrace and a soft kiss. 

“I love coming home to you, Suguru,” Gojo murmurs into Geto’s lips.

“You’re always home when you’re with me, baby,” Geto murmurs back and grins until his cheeks hurt. 

 Gojo laces his arms around Geto’s neck, jumping up to hook his legs around Geto’s waist. Geto catches him easily around the hips and leads them into the bedroom, biting and sucking at Gojo’s neck. He throws Gojo onto the bed, climbing over him and shedding off his jacket onto the floor. 

They kiss passionately, devouring each other, as they undress. Geto’s hands slide under Gojo’s shirt, peeling it off while perusing porcelain skin. He lightly grazes across small bruises and blemishes trailing along Gojo’s neck and shoulders, love marks Geto left so that he, and only he, could admire them. Gojo shivers at the touch, flinging his sunglasses across the room so he can soak in every detail of the man above him. His long arm reaches out to pull at Geto’s shirt, smashing Geto’s lips against his. He only breaks to pull Geto’s shirt over his head. 

Gojo isn’t the only one with bruises, either. His fingers walk across Geto’s collarbone, slipping down over his toned, olive chest where he traces more bites and scratches. A lazy smile dances across his lips. 

“Hey, Suguru…” Gojo sits up and starts. Geto hums affirmatively in response. “Let me top you tonight.” 

“Huh?” Geto almost laughs until he notices Gojo’s serious expression. “Oh. You seriously want to?” 

This was a rare occurrence. He could count on his fingers the number of times Gojo had topped him throughout the duration of their relationship. Most of the time, Gojo just preferred to be a pampered, pillow princess and Geto wasn’t about to start complaining. 

“Yeah, c’mon. You spoil me enough as it is.” His lips press onto one of the blemishes on Geto’s shoulder. “Let me spoil you this time, Sugu. I’ll be patient, I promise.”

Geto considers it for a moment, sitting back on his heels. It’s at least been a year, or so he can recall, and that fact alone causes him to hesitate with nervousness. Gojo waits quietly for an answer, digging his fingernails into his palms to fight off his impatience. He wants so badly to push Geto onto the bed and smother him with kisses. 

“Alright, we can try it.” Geto finally agrees and flops onto the pile of pillows at the head of the bed, his dark hair splaying underneath him in a halo. “Just go easy. I’m not a little painslut like you.” He smirks deviously and settles in the pillows, pulling the elastic from his bun and letting it fall around his shoulders. 

“Hey!” Gojo retorts with a frown. He pounces on him, leans in close, and tucks some silky hair behind Geto’s ear as he murmurs, “I’m not just a little painslut, I’m your little painslut and don’t you forget it.” Geto snorts, which is quickly interrupted by Gojo’s lips against his. 

Gojo gets to work dropping new blemishes onto Geto’s skin from his neck all the way down to the waistband of his slacks. He relishes in the way Geto shudders at each touch of his lips. “Don’t worry, babe, I’ll make sure you’re nice and warmed up,” Gojo reassures, unfastening Geto’s pants and pulling them off cleanly along with his socks and boxers. He pauses to admire the man’s half-hard cock with a smirk, licking a stripe up the length. 

Geto groans softly, his arousal twitching to life. Gojo continues to tease with his mouth, sucking and licking hungrily, earning him gentle groans and sighs from the man underneath him. He only stops momentarily to lean over to reach the nightstand and snatch a half-empty bottle of lube.

“I can’t wait to make you feel so good, Suguru…” he trails off with a dangerous, lustful smile as he guides Geto’s legs open wider. Geto feels a small wave of anxiety wash over him, mingling with the excited and heated pleasure in his belly. His breath hitches as he feels slippery fingers graze his entrance, tensing at the unusual sensation. He forces a deep breath, gazing into Gojo’s eyes with their familiar, soft glow. 

“I trust you,” Geto smiles and Gojo’s heart aches for just a second at how smitten he is with this gorgeous man underneath him. 

He swallows his cock as he slowly presses a finger inside, eliciting a throaty moan from Geto. He curls and drags it slowly, seeking, allowing Geto to relax around him. 

Geto pants, the sensation of Gojo’s mouth around him and finger inside of him becoming nearly overstimulating. He sucks in a breath through his nose, eyes falling closed and actively focusing on relaxing. It feels amazing, and even through the dull pain, he starts to gently thrust his hips up into Gojo’s mouth. His hand finds its way into Gojo’s hair yet again, gripping tightly as Gojo adds another finger to stretch him. 

His long fingers finally drag over Geto’s prostate and Geto chokes out an uncharacteristically loud moan in response. He can practically feel Gojo’s smug smile around his cock as he continues to prod. 

True to his word, Gojo moves slow, almost too slow, now that Geto is becoming more comfortable with the stimulation. He starts seeking more friction against his sweet spot, and Gojo obliges, desperate to make Geto moan like that again. Which he does. It slips out of his lips easily as another finger is added and jammed against his prostate. With Gojo defiling him inside and out, he loses himself to pleasure. 

He starts to understand why Gojo always falls apart at his fingers.

“Satoru…” he breathes as he groans, gutturally, and his hand falls from Gojo’s hair onto the mattress, “It’s too much.” 

Gojo pulls his head up, fingers still continuing their torture. “Can I-”

“Yes. Please,” Geto cuts him off, face flushed a deep red and mouth hanging open. 

A small shiver shoots down Gojo’s spine right to his cock at Geto’s desperate pleas. “This is a good look for you, Suguru,” he comments cheekily and Geto rolls his eyes. He undresses at record speed, grabbing the bottle of lube and coating his erection with a few strokes. 

Geto’s eyes fall closed again as Gojo takes a firm grip on his hip, the tip of his erection pressing against his entrance. He braces himself, his breaths shallow and shaky. 

“Hey, look,” Gojo commands and mauve eyes flutter open to meet sapphire ones, locking on with an intense gaze. “Don’t take your eyes off of me.” He pushes in slowly with a hiss, studying Geto’s face as it changes and tenses at the intrusion. Geto’s eyebrows pinch together, mouth hanging open. 

Gojo leans in, forehead against forehead, groaning into another open-mouth kiss as he pushes all the way in. “Oh god , it’s so good. You’re so tight, I think my dick’s gonna snap off, babe,” he murmurs between kisses, a pink flush spreading across his cheeks. He wants to thrust, badly, but restrains himself with quaking thighs. His eyes are practically radiating in the dim lighting as he pauses. 

Geto moans into Gojo’s mouth, lips and teeth and tongues clashing making for a pleasant distraction from the burning, aching pressure deep within him. He pulls back, breathless. “You’re lucky I love you because this fucking hurts,” he groans, reaching up to grab a fistful of white hair and smashing his face against Gojo’s again in another sloppy, brutal kiss. He writhes and angles his hips as his aching arousal brushes against Gojo’s stomach. 

Gojo pants a laugh, grinning widely, “Are you saying I have a big cock, Suguru?” 

“I swear to god.”

“Sorry, sorry, but believe me, I know. You’ll be feeling good soon, baby, I promise,” he reassures, reaching between them to grip Geto’s cock and earning a surprised moan. “Whenever you’re ready, I’m ready.” 

Geto exhales a deep, wobbly breath, pleasure pooling in the pit of his stomach as Gojo strokes him. He relaxes slightly, his hands slipping down to the man’s shoulders. “Okay, but go slow,” he answers and shudders at the feeling of Gojo pulling out. Gojo’s arm suddenly wraps around his waist, angling him up off of the bed just slightly, and he feels a shift immediately. 

“Oh, fuck!” He exclaims, his fingernails clawing into Gojo’s shoulders as he feels the stiff head of Gojo’s erection brush against his sweet spot as he pulls out. He fully melts into this pleasure, legs wrapping around the man’s waist. 

Gojo grins, half-lidded, and begins gentle thrusts into Geto, shuddering each time he does. He buries his face into Geto’s hair, smelling of patchouli and lavender, and huffs heavy, hot breaths into his ear. “Thank you… oh god, I love you so much,” he whispers, his words slurring as he continues to babble sweet nothings into Geto’s ear.

Geto moans from his throat, unintentionally, at each pass on his prostate. The grip of his legs tightens as he ruts and bucks against Gojo desperately. “Faster, harder,” he breathes. 

“You sure?” Gojo confirms. 

“Yeah,” Geto chokes out, his arms clinging tightly and scratches forming down Gojo’s back from his fingernails biting into ivory skin. Gojo delights in the searing heat across his shoulder blades, the evidence of Geto’s pleasure marking him like a tattoo. Geto continues, “I want everything… I need all of you.”

Gojo’s face grows hot, eyes wide and borderline manic. He obliges happily, the tight heat of Geto’s body enveloping him as his pleasure twists and aches. The sounds of skin slapping on skin are competing with guttural moans and groans from each of them, likely to receive yet another noise complaint from the neighbors, but neither of them can care at this point because it’s pure bliss. 

Geto moans, loudly next to Gojo’s ear, “Satoru- I’m close-” His breathing is shallow gasps timed with deep, fast thrusts. Gojo’s cock grinds against that sensitive area inside him over and over, Gojo’s hand still gripping him tightly, he’s drowning with stimulation inside and out. 

“I know… Me too,” Gojo practically sobs, his entire body shaking at this point. Hips slamming into Geto, he bites down on his shoulder to brace himself. Geto yelps, writhing against Gojo as he’s sent over the edge.

“Satoru,” he calls out, climaxing and clenching, jolting and tensing as he rides out his incredibly intense orgasm. Tears are welling in his eyes as he holds onto Satoru tightly. 

“Ah, I’m coming!” Gojo follows immediately at the quake of Geto’s orgasm squeezing him. He releases with a yell, filling Geto until he’s dripping. 

He collapses on top of Geto in an exhausted, sweaty crumple, his long limbs gelatin after his mind-shattering orgasm. He can’t bear to move, can’t even bear another thought in his head at this point. Geto’s eyes flutter shut, trying to catch his breath and return to earth. He doesn’t, though. He ends up passing out along with Gojo, sticky and spent and in heaven with his favorite person in his arms. 

Gojo sleeps for a full eight and a half hours that night for the first time in nearly a decade. 

The buzzing chatter surrounding Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto’s relationship faded quickly among the students. Yaga never brought it up again, nor did he ever actually intend to transfer either sorcerer to Kyoto. It became something everyone knew about and accepted. Gojo limited his public displays of affection on academy grounds (with slip-ups here and there). Even if he did share a quick kiss or hug with Geto, it was usually ignored by anyone who noticed, except for the first years, who always had either positive feedback - usually squealing coming from Nanako and Mimiko - or negative feedback - Megumi and Nobara pretending to gag. 

Regardless, their resounding love permeated any room they walked into together: in staff meetings, training students, on missions, their glow whenever near each other was unmistakable and unavoidable. It simply became a part of Jujustsu High’s culture. The more traditional higher-ups weren’t always happy about it, but then again, they were never happy with Gojo’s decisions anyway. And how could they jeopardize the strength of their academy by splitting the two most powerful sorcerers apart? 

Was it a conflict of interest? 

Possibly. 

Was it also the greatest thing to ever happen to Tokyo Prefectural Jujutsu High School? 

Absolutely. 

[feyres-divorce-lawyer]

watch my video boi 🧌. transcript 👇🏾

the issue at hand here isn’t sarah as a white woman writing a white female character. the issue is sarah as a white woman making intentional writing choices that place her bipoc coded characters in positions of servitude, whether as a literal position of service such as handmaidens and servants or under a metaphorical purpose where either a part or the whole of their existence in the story is to further the development of their white counterparts.

nuala and cerridwen only exist in the story as servants to rhysand and by extension the inner circle. they cook for them, making entire dinners that they don’t get to eat at. they work for them as spies, they care for elain. these are all positions of servitude.

the point you make of only seeing racial issues in fantasy because they exist in real life is, well yes! stories do not exist in a vacuum where real world connections can’t be drawn because all stories are made by real world people, with real world backgrounds and real world biases. biases that show up in the stories they create. racial issues exist in fantasy because fantasy is created by people who know what racial issues are, and sarah is no exception. in fact, she uses racial issues as plot points in her stories, with no sensitivity, of course.

slavery is a construct that exists in all three of her series and a slavery is a racial issue, so pointing out the racism literally baked into her work isn’t looking and reaching for problems that don’t exist. race is a social issue in all her universes because she makes it a social issue in all her universes. simply switch out humans with black people and people of color, and the fae, high fae, magical creatures in positions of power are white.

it is racist the way sarah write her bipoc coded characters, and i really, truly want to emphasize that. there are no ifs, ands, buts, urms, urhs, that’s not the way she meant its, about it. it is racist, point black and period.

moving on to nehemia, you say she fought and died for her country but that is not the reason for her murder that the plot at large emphasizes the most. at every turn in the story past crown of midnight, nehemia’s death is discussed as the plot point that furthered aelin’s character. it is heavily implied that she orchestrated her own death because aelin wouldn’t act against the oppressive power over their world and she was prophesized to.

it has been a really long time since i read of throne of glass but i cannot recall any mention of nehemia’s death that did not tie back to how it made aelin feel, how it was what spurred her into action, made her overcome her cowardice. the narrative never mourns nehemia’s death as the loss of an individual person, the loss of a great mind, the loss of a princess to largely enslaved nation.

nehemia is mourned as aelin’s loss. her murder is set as somethings that happens to aelin. nehemia didn’t simply die, it is aelin’s best friend that was killed. she serves only to further aelin’s character.

if the main message readers were supposed to take away from her death was how she fought for her country until the very end, why do we hear nothing concrete about how ellywe reacts to their princess’ homocide. why is nothing on page about how ellywe mourned a member of their royal family? because nehemia didn’t die for her country, she died so aelin, a white character, could start fighting against tyranny.

[lgwifey]

hey would you ever do a part two to delusions (robert x reader). id love to read it! x

DELUSIONS PART TWO

Robert keating x fem!hewson!reader

Summery : Y/n’s being carted away to stay with her brother and coincidentally there’s only one person in when she arrives.

Warnings : not proof read, bad spelling ✨, cringe xx

MASTERLIST

PART ONE

2023

"I'm really sorry about you award tonight, I thought your new album was defiantly better than hers, smiley face"

Y/n turned around to face Anais and Issac whilst she lounged on their sofa in their living room where she had invited herself to stay for the night since Eli was in a strop and her dad was too concerned with him to notice she'd disappeared.

"How does that sound ?"

"Maybe rephrase the last sentence ? Something which is less," Issac paused for a minute before mimicking her frequent squeal, "I've been in love with you since I was thirteen oh my gawd you're so gorgeous."  His face turned to its regular serious after the dramatic second.

"So get rid of the 'your new album was defiantly better than hers' ?"

"Maybe something like 'I'm sorry about your award tonight, maybe try being a better musician ' ?"

The Irish girl turned to Anais with a mortified expression, quickly closing her phone.

"Maybe I should just leave it ?"

"Maybe ."

"Shut up Issac, no defiantly dm him at least, like he was giving major signs tonight."

The blonde gave the younger girl a suggestive wink before laughing, causing the other two to laugh as well.

"I'm not getting my hopes up anymore, but I'll just send a normal, platonic message to him which he probably won't see but what can ye do."

"That's our girl."

Issac have a small round of applause before leaving to go to the kitchen to get a drink after having to deal with the message rehearsals. Once he left the room, Anais made her way over to Y/n with a grin on her lips.

"What about a little snap, like just with a bra in the background ?"

Once again, y/n looked at her with a look of horror.

"My brother is with him !"

Y/n dragged her suitcases to the front of the terrace house, a glare to her dad who stood beside her. He knocked on the bright door whilst she gave another complaining huff.

“Look you don’t want to stay at your granny’s and your ma isn’t dealing with you by herself for three months so Elijah is the last option y/n. Trust me it took a while for him to agree to it.”

“I’m 21 and being babysat by my brother. Are you even able to comprehend how sexist that it. He was touring without anyone at 20 !”

“That’s different.”

Y/n just gawped in shock before letting out a very unusual noise that resembled something between a scoff and a choke.

Before her dad could say anything else, the door was swung open and none of the than Robert Keating stood there with wet curls and a towel wrapped around his waist.

Y/n flushed bright pink, immediately turning to look in the opposite direction, noticing the neighbours had a camera pointing at her as she did so.

“Oh sorry, thought yous where coming over tomorrow.”

“We where but plans changed, I texted Eli?”

“Oh the other three have been out all night, they ended up staying at some hotel I think.”

Y/n looked back to where the semi-naked 23 year old was stood, trying to make it look like she wasn’t overly fussed by his presence.

“Will you two be ok if I just leave her here, I’m already running behind.”

He looked over to where the younger girl stood staring intently at the wall next to him and let out a small smirk, barely noticeable since y/n had lost most of her vision from eye strain and Bono was busy with tour plans on his phone.

“Ai yeah, that’ll be fine, don’t worry.”

“Thanks Bobby, I’l see you in a few months y/n, yeah ?”

She just behave a nod before pulling up her suitcases’ handles. As she went to pick up her duffle off the floor, another hand met hers, a slightly bigger and callous one. She looked up to meet the bright blue eyes of Inhaler’s bassist and hugely her face go even redder.

“Urm…”

“Don’t worry love, I think I can handle a bag for you.”

He gave her a smile again and she knew if Anais was here she’d be eating up every second of this like Corrie.

[xiaomainlmao]

"Your Scars are also Beautiful" - Vil Schoenheit x gn! reader

Tw- self-harm, insecurities, nudity (without sexual intentions)

Just a sh comfort fic with Vil

A/n- very self-indulgent because I'm insecure about mine (and yet, still have the urges), I want nothing more than to be acknowledged despite my past decisions.

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"Oh there are a lot of things I feel nervous about when it comes to my bare body." You laughed, finding Vil's question to be quite amusing. After all, who goes asking people about what they think of their own naked body?

A very self- conscious model apparently. Your very self-conscious model.

"Well first off," you stated matter-of-factly, "my thighs feel too urm big?"

"Your thighs definitely look very squishy, but I don't think it's necessary for you to just suddenly loose all that fat." Vil replied, his thumb prodding at his chin to show he was carefully picking his words. "In fact, they look so squishy I find it a little cute. Be careful, I might end up using your thighs as a pillow some day." He chuckled at his own joke, causing you to roll your eyes before letting out a chuckle of your own.

He probably would end up doing that though.

"Well moving on, I'm scared of my bare back, because I can't see it. Sevens know whether or not my back has some weird spots, or marks or whatever." You said shaking your head, not knowing whether you conveyed the message or not.

Vil just chuckled again. "Darling I hardly doubt that there could be anything weird there if you haven't done anything. Go on, what else?"

"…well again I am insecure about my thighs." You softly laughed, but he caught the way your eyes went from seeming amused to looking a little sad. Even if you were smiling, there was certainly something serious about this particular thing.

"Why so?"

"I happen… to have certain scars there." Came a meek, hesitant reply from your side.

Vil's could feel his breath hitch. He paused, then went over to the door and made sure it was locked before sitting down on a chair and urging you towards him.

Two steps forward, but you didn't go over to him.

"Love, can I ask you to strip?"

"Huh?"

His gaze didn't falter. Vil looked you in the eyes, not showing any hesitation.

"Isn't… isn't that a bit…"

"Please trust me."

You stared at him for 2 minutes, before hesitantly nodding and taking your clothes off, left only in your underclothes. He beckoned you over, patting his thighs. "Sit."

You spread your legs to wrap them around him when he stopped you. "Laterally, I just want to hold you."

You settled yourself between his legs as he held your hips to help you balance. After a moment of hesitation, you leaned into his chest, sighing at the warmth. Listening to his rapid heartbeat. The heart can really tell you how the person feels about the situation, no matter how calm you look.

Usually, looking at someone undress can turn people on. But despite the proximity between you both, Vil didn't seem even slightly aroused. You looked up to see him. He was looking down at you, holding you as gently as the gentle smile adorning his face.

When you looked comfortable enough, Vil let his hands roam your body. Using his index, he traced your hips, feeling it curve underneath his touch. He went lower to trace the underside of your thighs, before slowly moving upward until he he stopped at your scars. Slowly, he started circling them, humming in acknowledgement.

The bumps left behind by the cuts were already prominent visually, and now he could also feel them, physically and emotionally.

He sighed directly in your ear. "You don't have to tell me anything about them right now, though I do wish to know about it at one point. However, whether I know the reason behind why you did this or not, if you ever have the urge to do it again, just come to me yeah? I'd gladly postpone my shoots to comfort you."

You lifted your legs up to place them both at the edge of the chair, to which Vil responded by placing his hands between your thighs and calves, letting you curl into a ball in his lap.

You felt Vil sigh into your hair. "If I could move, I probably would've gotten you those oils on my table. Massages not only help relieve tension in muscles, but can also soothe your mind by calming you. All this while also making sure your skin is in good condition." He thread his fingers through your hair, combing it with one hand while still holding onto you with the other.

The warmth, the softness of his hand, the gentleness of his touch... all of it was so comforting.

Vil felt you shake a bit as you let out croaked sob. "If you want to cry, feel free to. We're in the comfort of my room after all." He held on tight. His hands alternated between threading through your hair and massaging your legs.

He shuffled a bit, before picking you up bridal style and laying you both down on his bed. His hands found your face, as he gently wiped a tear away with his thumb, his lavender eyes softly holding your gaze. Then you felt him pull you closer to him, allowing you to get comfortable in his warm embrace.

"It's okay. I'm right here, and will be here all night, for you."

[duchessanon]

For the love of Henri: Tome 7 - Legend of the Ginger Pubes

Looks like it's one tome per two years. The never awaited next chapter is here.

What you missed on FTLOH…Henri’s beloved first wife’s (Philanthropina)  death was faked by the evil Kate and Meghan. Meghan married Henri but after accidentally burning a piece of Jesu’s cross, she became hated by the nation. Meghan decided to get the public back on side by procreating…however Henri was reluctant to give up his nethers.

After two long weeks of marriage, Henri had still not exposed his nethers to Meghan. Every time that Meghan tried to seduce him, he claimed he had to teach paupers how to grow their own vegetables, or was going to sleep on the streets to connect to the homeless (something that was his idea before Bulliam stole it and took all the credit). 

Meghan had tried everything to entice his nethers. From dressing up as a sexy nurse, which resulted in her volunteering at the Hospital for the Sick and Decrepit after Henri mistook her intentions. To running them a romantic bath and having to scoop out all the water so Henri could water his plants. But alas, the nethers remained hidden.

One day, Meghan was lunching with Fergie, discussing the problems with her sex life. Fergie was the only member of the royal family who was as open as an American like her.

‘Have you tried getting your toes out?’ Fergie said, eating a grass sandwich.

‘Yes of course I have, he started doing “this little piggy” with them, honestly gave me the ick’

‘What about engaging in some dirty talk, maybe the whole tampon thing runs in the family?’

‘Actually Fergie, I’ll have you know Dear Papa Charles NEVER said he wanted to BE a tampon, just that it would be his luck that he’d become one!’

‘Tomatoes, tomatos. Anyway there might be something else you could do if you’re really serious about this baby business’. Fergie wiggled her eyebrows.

‘Spit it out woman!’ Meghan yelled, like the loud American she was. 

‘I know a woman who knows a woman who could get you a baby, it’ll be genetically yours and everything’ Fergie winked dramatically. 

‘But his nethers won’t arise for me, how am I supposed to get a genetically correct child?’

Fergie started waving around her hands and throwing petals in the air, whispering as pink smoke began circling around her. ‘As a royal wife, you are now privy to one of the family’s biggest secrets. Royals can create babies simply using their pubes! BUT, the baby MUST be carried by a Chosen One.’

Meghan gasped, ‘tell me more! Have there been previous Chosen Ones?!!!!’

‘Tiggy Leggy Iggy Wiggy Bourke, Julie Andrews, Rose (Allegedly) Chalomet’ 

‘Urm isn’t it Cholmondeley?’ 

‘Hush child!’ Fergie put a finger to Meg's mouth. ‘Speak not of what you know’.

‘Great I’ll have Julie’

‘FOOL, the Chosen One is chosen for you and can not be swopped between wives!!! Besides, only my beloved Eugbea has been blessed with the pipes of her Pube Mother, Julie’ Fergie span in a circle for dramatic effect.

‘Ok, no need to be so busybody! So Diana used Tiggy? You used Julie and Snake used Rose?! What a headfuck! Who did Liz use’

‘Are you DUMB!? Blood princesses don’t need a surrogate! That is only for married in women’. 

‘So what must I do?!’

Fergie’s eyes bulged with excitement. ‘Retrieve five pubes from Henri, and then consult the Mistress of the Pubes, she will tell you what to do next’

Meghan stroked her chin thoughtfully, ‘five pubes you say? Shouldnt be so hard…’

*

Later that day, Meg and Henri were watching a Richard Attenborough show side by side on the couch without touching.

‘Henri my love’ Meg cooed.

‘Yes dear’ Henri replied while reading Libby’s latest French novella, which they were planning to sell to raise money for three legged horses. 

‘I was just wondering about the consistency of your nether pubes’ she said.

Henri choked in embarrassment. How could she bring up such a lurid topic? ‘M-m-m-y nether pubes?’

‘Yes well, my friend Gwynyth Paltrow says it’s important for men to condition their pubes as it increases productivity - can I have a little sample of yours? I’ll send them to Goop HQ and they’ll make you a personalised conditioner!’

‘I don’t think so Meghan dear, I’m happy with my productivity levels. I’ve just beaten Aunty Anne for the first time on my engagement count!’ Henri was proud yet humble about this achievement, and was certainly NOT bragging.

Meghan scowled. She really thought mentioning productivity would get him. Henri was devoted to his work, after all.

Later that night, in bed but not touching, Henri was reading some Greek philosophy. On the cover was a Greek statue showing off his clean, bare nethers. She was struck with an idea.

‘You know my love, that is one on Phily’s old books isnt it?’

‘Why yes it is’, he said with a tear in his eye.

‘She had an awful lot of philosophy books with those statues on the cover, and I found a few of her hand carved sculptures in the garden. They all had very bare nethers’ she smirked.

‘Well that is the style, one can’t sculpt in pubic hair!’ Henri said defensively.

‘Phily could’, Meghan said. ‘Phily could do anything and she was a huge supporter of natural bodies, I wonder if she just didnt like pubes on men’

Henri’s mind raced back in time. Phily was a advocate for natural bodies and was patron of the We Love Our Bodies And Body hair Society. But it was also true that she loved Greek sculptures and pubeless men.

Henri leapt out of bed and ran to the bathroom. Five minutes later, he appeared looking sheepish. Meg went in, finding just what she was looking for. A used razor with ginger pubes stuck in it. She laughed manically ‘FINALLY MY TIME HAS COME!’

*

The next day Meghan hopped on a flight to NYC using Elton’s plane. She approached the door of the Den of the Mistress of the Pubes, which was actually the Penthouse Suite at the Plaza Hotel. 

After knocking on the door, someone called ‘who goes there?!’

It was a special code and Fergie had given Meghan the password - ‘BITCH FLAKES!’.

The door opened and Meghan smelt a familiar tropical scent - JLO Miami Glow perfume (2005). Outside the window she could see a beautiful sparking woman on top of the Empire State Building performing a pole dance. When Meghan blinked, the woman was in front of her.

‘JENNIFER LOPEZ?!!’ she exclaimed. ‘YOU’RE the Mistress of the Pubes?!’

‘You got it’ Mistress winked. ‘I’m real, the way I walk the way I talk…’

‘I can’t believe it, you can dance, act, sing (kinda) and make babies from pubes’

Mistress broke into song and Meghan stood awkwardly while she finished, ‘don’t be fooled by the rocks that I got, I’m still Jenny from the block’.

‘Okaaay, so can you help me get pregnant?’ Meg said, knowing she could sing better.

‘You know I can’t get enough, I love that shit, you know I cant get enough, you love that shit’ Mistress wailed. 

‘Shut up birch! I dont wanna hear your fuckin album!’ Meghan screamed, her tongue lashing out and poking Mistress in the eye. 

‘Fine! What’s the problem?’

‘Henri wont give up his nethers and I need to get preggers so the British public forgive me for burning the cross of Jesu’ 

‘Wait, who are you and who’s Henri?’

‘Henri, Prince of the People!’

‘Ohhhh, Princess Phily’s man? God I miss her’, JLo wept as most people did when they talked about Phily. She was known and missed by every single human, animal and atom on the planet (apart from Meg, k8 and Willy). 

‘Well yes, I have his pubes and I need a baby’. She handed over the five ginger pubes in a golden napkin stolen from Liz.

JLo took them and tucked them between her tatas. ‘Come back this time tomorrow’.

*

That time the next day, Meg returned. She was off her face with excitement about who her surrogate could be. Surely for Henri, it wouldnt be some low level aristo like Rose (allegedly). Maybe it would be Dakota Johnson or Simone Biles!

When she got to the penthouse, Mistress JLo was there standing in front of a red curtain. Meg gasped when she saw who standing bouncing on his knees next to her.

‘Uncle Eddie?!’ Meg screamed.

‘It is I, Edward the curtain drawer-backer! No reveal can be made without me’

‘So this is how you make your extra cash’, Meg said.

‘Ok people, let’s not delay, the procedure was successful and I can confirm there is a royal baby on the way’, JLo said. ‘We will now reveal your surrogate’.

Eddie clapped and cheered.

JLo started singing as Eddie gripped onto the curtain rope. ‘Let’s get louuud, LET’S GET LOOOUUUUUD!!!!’

The curtain was pulled back revealing the surrogate. Meghan screamed like Kevin in Home Alone.

A stunning voluptuous lady was revealed, wearing a ruby bikini and a smile, ‘SHUT UP BIRCH, WHO PISSED IN YOUR FLAKES?’

It was Jimmu. 

TO BE CONTINUED...

[chansoooo1-blog]

@bioloyg posts about the panic attack scene and strange currencies meta really got me fired up lmaoo. I'm not sure if anyone has pointed this out yet but if yall have, do let me know!

Interestingly enough, the song doesn't end when Carmy's panic attack stops; instead, it continues into a scene where we see Sydney checking up on her friend's restaurant. The lyrics at this point go:

"Now, fool might be my middle name,

But I'd be foolish not to say..."

Outro ( instrumentals) 

These lyrics appear to foreshadow the under-the-table scene. 

I would like to draw attention to the fact that the instrumentals in the original song and the version used on the show differ significantly after these lyrics are sung. The show's version promptly integrates an outro into the song following these lyrics, effectively concluding both the song and the scene. Additionally, this version stops abruptly in the middle of a verse. These intentional musical choices effectively highlight these specific lyrics. They could have chosen a part of the song with a codetta or coda to actually end off the scene but they chose to manufacture an outro right after those specific lyrics are played.

“Now, fool might be my middle name”

- URM CARMY FUCKING UP THIS WHOLE SEASON, ABANDONING THE RESTAURANT, SYDNEY ETC. It can also allude to the fact that he hasn't been able to recognize that he's in love with Sydney, that he has been subconsciously in love with her, but he hasn't been able to decipher these feelings—him being a fool when it comes to his feelings for Sydney. 

“But I’d be foolish not to say..”

- Despite struggling to decipher his feelings for Sydney, Carmy realises the importance of acknowledging her significance in his life, especially after she indirectly brings him peace and grounds him during the panic attack. He understands the necessity of admitting to Sydney that he values her and, more importantly, that he needs her. While it's uncertain if he sensed Sydney's growing unease about their partnership, the fear of her leaving again ( consequence of being foolish) might have intensified his need to express these sentiments. And so, during the under-the-table scenes, he pours his heart out to Sydney.

[sillygrossgirl]

I think security guard at fucking poundland tried to touch me and stared at my tits🧍🏽‍♀️ we smiled at each other at the entrance and then he walked in behind me and i stopped and pretended to be looking at some crisps. Then i walk past him and he turns and looks just right at my tits and seems like hes trying to approach me, and i am looking straight ahead at items on shelves cus🧍🏽‍♀️ idk how to say urm leave me alone

And then i turn and am facing him but im turning to walk past and he literally was about to walk INTO me?? Like it was defo intentional but i stepped out of the way and he just yeah walked past lol and i was kike yeah take that, fool.

I am either way too paranoid or he was creepy. The initial smile was nice, i smile at ppl i make eye contact with most of the time. But then like following me in??

Another red flag is he literally walked right back outside. Like he had no reason to be inside. I would say it may be racial profiling but he's just as brown as me soooo

[mifithemuffin]

◆Satsuten 8th Anniversary Post Translation◆

Happy Satsuten 8th Anniversary!!

Sanada Makoto made a public post on her fanbox acc with a drawing of characters she doesn't draw together that often. This month it's Rachel and Eddie!

Below is my translation of their possible dialogue in a make-believe interaction scenario. It's mostly gags.

You can find the full blog post here

◆Rachel & Eddie Conversation: Start!◆

Eddie: Wow! A drawing of Rachel and me, what a nice surprise!

Say, Rachel, when was the last time we’ve talked to each other anyway?

Rachel: Probably during Episode.NG?

Eddie: Yeah, I think so too. Man, Episode.NG was such a disaster.

Didn’t you step on me and feed me some extremely spicy pizza back then?

Rachel: Oh, it wasn’t... intentional.

Eddie: Was it now?..

Rachel: I should apologize, shouldn’t I?..

Eddie: Ah! N-no, you don’t really have to!..

I’m actually alright despite all of that! Look, my arms are fine at least, my arms...

Rachel: If you say so.

Eddie: Uhm… Y-yeah…

Rachel: …

Eddie: …

...B-but you know, it’s so rare to have a chance to talk to you like that, I’m really happy!

Because even back when you first came to my floor we didn’t have a lot of time to chat.

Q1: What was your first impression of each other?

Rachel: Nothing outside of “a person who can kill me and lay my body to the ground” I suppose.

Eddie: What?! Is this really it?

Even though I did my best to properly confess my feelings to you!

Rachel: It was... a confession?..

Eddie: Of course! I was interested in you from the very beginning.

It’s not like we have a lot of girls my age coming to the building, you know!

Rachel: I see.

...Even so, why did you decide to confess to me? We haven’t met each other even once.

Eddie: Well, I’ve got plenty of reasons!

First of all, when I saw you burying that little bird on Zack’s floor, I couldn’t help but think: “We’d definitely get along!”

And then I heard your beautiful voice...

Rachel: A little bird… Don’t tell me you’ve been watching me?

Eddie: Yeah! One of the next floors was mine, so of course I had access to security cameras!

Rachel: ...For some reason it doesn’t sit right with me.

Eddie: Huh, why? Urm, s-sorry I guess?..

I don’t think it’s that strange of a behavior for a floor master though…

Q2: Did this impression change after?

Rachel: Yeah, to “green”.

Eddie: Green… Is it because of what I looked like during the trial?

Rachel, don’t you have anything else to say about me?

Rachel: ….

Eddie: ….Okay, nevermind. Just please stop giving me this blank stare.

As for me, I thought you were a little bit selfish.

You're also stubborn, don’t listen to what others tell you and only ever care about making things yours.

But in all honesty, I do get it. You and I are more alike than you think. To the point of maybe someday digging graves together, you know!

Rachel: Not that I wish to dig graves like you, though.

Eddie: Wait, what??

Rachel: So all of this time you thought I’m as passionate about grave digging as you are?..

Eddie: Because you tried your hardest to make a nice grave for the little birdie, I...

Rachel: Eddie… you’re terribly assumptious.

Eddie: But doesn't it make the two of us?! Say, doesn't it?

Rachel: ….

Eddie: Did you frown just now?.. It means this time I'm definitely right!

Rachel: ….

Eddie: Hey, no, don’t ignore me!

Say “yes” already!

Fin!

Sanada-sensei also said she's planning to draw Zack and Danny next month, so if you're interested in more unhinged interactions please consider subscribing to her fanbox!

[warwickroyals]

I love when you answer world building questions!! So I want to know little bit more about Sunderland role in the American Civil War. Also I know you answered an ask about Queen Rosalyn, but can you explain her story again with the backdrop of the war. Sorry for the long question.

Warning for general talk about slavery and one brief mention of child loss in my family tree.

Sorry for the years it took to answer this! I ended up thinking about this one so much that it became unproductive, so I'm just doing to give a brief overview of Rosalyn as a character.

Yeah, Rosalyn's time was actually slightly before the American Civil War. She was Queen from 1858 to 1860. Her entire point is to explain what would happen if the King were to marry a woman who was wildly unsuitable for a myriad of reasons, both political and moral.

Rosalyn Briar (get it, she's like a Rose) grew up on a plantation in one of the Carolinas during the twilight years of the Antebellum South. During this time the American southern elite was panicking. They knew slavery's influence was dwindling both in the US and abroad. Remember, by this time the British had abolished slavery decades ago, and slaves were escaping another into British Dominions (Canada).

The South needed allies who would support the them during the unavoidable Civil War. Sunderland at the time was doing what it does best during times of crisis: riding the fence, trying not really to meddle in foreign politics. King James was very old, but less impulsive than his brothers. Sunderland's population saw slavery as barbaric and James understood that. He also didn't want to risk Sunderland's allyship with the United Kingdom.

All changed when James died, leaving his 17-year-old son Louis IV on the throne. Louis was a small and sickly boy, the only child of King James and Queen Caroline. His mother in particular spoilt him. She had a hard time telling him no . . . and it went to Louis's head in the worst way possible. He had the same view on being king as young Simba in The Lion King, basically.

Look at my family tree, with Louis IV, and Caroline and James's other dead children + James's casual 11 bastards just chilling on the far left. Post continues below.

So, when Louis met Rosalyn he grew infatuated with her. At the time, the king was limited by the Constitution politically. There were no checks and balances that extended into the king's personal life. So basically, Louis did what he wanted and Caroline wasn't trying to tell him no. So, Louis and Rosalyn married.

It was a disaster. A near monarchy-ending disaster. Rosalyn was legit one degree of hatred off from having rotten tomatoes pelted at her wherever she went. She was blamed for everything, despite being more affably evil than a literal foaming-at-the-mouth white supremacist (it's up to you whether that's better or worse). Her public image itself was political, so the worse thing got in America, the more she was hated, and blamed for stirring the pot. Her attempts to import Southern culture to Sunderland were strongly resisted. For example, Roslyn wore a lot of magnificent clothes in various hues of blue. Dyed with indigo. Which, urm. Now, the Queen obviously influences fashion, so when other high society ladies also started wearing these deep blue garments, controversy was kicked up. Sunderland's elite were now basically keeping indigo plantations in operation. This really shows how even things that are incoucous (fashion, music, etc.) can have a deep political impact. Rosalyn's mere existence is political. Even if she came to Sunderland with no intentions of being a Confederate propaganda tool, her living and breathing still fed into that system.

Louis and Roslyn had one child, a daughter named Louisa, who many still argue wasn't even Louis's to begin with. Rosalyn's "failure" to produce an heir combined with Louis's ill health is what lead to her having very little influence over the country. She was queen for three years. Alexandra, for context, was queen for sixty. Irene, around forty. Anne, twenty-six. This was very little time for her to actually get anything done. There was half-hearted talk about the infant Louisa becoming queen reagent. But two seconds after Louis IV died, his big dick, chad cousin George took over. You see, in Sunderland you only become king after you're "sworn in" in front of Parliament. The period in between monarchs is known as abeyance. During the abeyance between Louis IV and George I, Rosalyn was convinced to leave the country. George had Parliament's support, in fact he had been colluding with them for years, and Louisa was a literal baby. Not hard to predict how that turned out.

George was king during the Civil War and he reversed thing: he turned a blind eye to the slaves escaping into Sunderland all while distesting slavery and funding the Union privately. The guy was a bleeding-heart Liberal and he supported all sorts of wacky ideas: emancipation, Darwinism, class welfare, etc. Any political block that Rosalyn had formed promptly collapsed.

All this will be talked about more during the series I'm planning.

[watchingbehindtheeyes]

When you see how unstoppable ONE berkerker is, it really makes you think...

Just one URM berserker ex-soldier was able to went through Factory defences to Vector's office, without a scratch. This wasn't even a stealth action - Alita just casually walked in being honest about her hostile intentions - shouting so everyone could know she is here - and went into an open fight.

That was just one person with a sword. And amnesia. Imagine what a whole squad with proper equipment could do.

But there is another thing - we see how effective and dangerous URM berserkers can be - YET they still failed to accomplish the mission. Really makes you wonder what could be able to stop that unstoppable force.

And whatever was used to defeat URM berserkers during the Fall, is it something that still can be used again against Alita?

…on the other hand plenty of them were killed by a stupid defense ring so maybe there wasn't anything special in the way they were defeated by Zalem lol

[sunburnacoustic]

Just rambling here so ignore this completely…

Especially within the last few years, quite a few people have been talking about Muse not being political enough, especially given their (and Matt’s) fondness for revolution and bold themes. It’s not a new complaint, I remember an interview where the interviewer mentioned it to Matt, saying people were criticising Muse for not being political enough… this was in 2000. But it has come from everywhere, like from fans, from people in the press, from people that urm, know Matt’s past. From Justin Hawkins lmao (frontman of the Darkness, remember them? They released a proper weird album last year so they aren’t gone… anyway, that’s besides the point. He’s become a sort of music industry journalist? He’s got a YouTube channel, and he reviewed Won’t Stand Down when it came out and said something along the lines of, if Muse were specific in their political messaging, no one could touch them. It’d be so powerful they’d blow everyone else out of the water. I think, no doubt they already do… it’s something to think about, I’m neither agreeing nor disagreeing with him. He’s right that if Matt properly let loose I don’t think anyone could touch him, and we got a taste of that on We Are Fucking Fucked. An uncensored Matt would burn so bright we couldn’t look. But also, the tempered and considered broadness of their music does make Muse Muse. I won’t say). People pushed Matt in interviews on his political leanings in the 2009 days, they did it post-Brexit (someone started shit about him being a leaver for a bit and then he had to clarify that he was pro-reform, not pro-Brexit), and now with the whole thing about Matt’s past, and Compliance, and Ghosts even and everything. And his answer has always remained the same, it hasn’t changed in years.

But I wonder, is it in some ways America-centric, the way people keep needing him to clarify further when he’s said what he’s said multiple times? He often says he’s roughly ‘left-of-centre’, and it’s occurring to me that it’s possible a lot of us read that as left of the American centre. When he, as a Brit, is far more likely to have been talking about being left-leaning from the POV of… most other places in the world.

The NME interview from last June comes to mind.

“We want a new type of revolution,” Matt argues […]. “I think everyone knows we want a revolution, but we definitely don’t want a bunch of authoritarian lunatics from the right. That’s the last thing we want.

“And also we don’t want a total communist situation on the hard left either. I think what we want is something completely new. I don’t think it exists out there at the moment, but I think there’s a new type of politics that could emerge. I would call it Meta-Centrism. It’s an oscillation between liberal, libertarian values for individuals – your social life, the ability to be whatever gender you are, all that kind of stuff – but then more socialist on things like land ownership, nature and energy distribution. It’s oscillation between the two poles.”

It’s not what you’d associate with the American center, god no. But that’s closer to the centre of the political spectrum in most other places, in fact, as far as economic centricity goes, that’s pushing left.

And I mean, language can be tricky sometimes. In the very next sentence, Matt also says, “I think there’s a way of doing that but there’s no language that enables people to think that way. You’re either hard left or you’re hard right… I’m not with any of these; I feel like there’s a third way. There’s no existing side that describes what I’m looking for yet…I’m fundamentally anti-authoritarian – that’s just my nature.” I don’t think the wrong language should preclude the right intentions, and also you can see he’s talking about polarisation and the eradication of nuance (which is like, hmmm, who could it possibly benefit if people can’t meet in the middle, agree to concede even a little, or see their opposers as basically human. Who, I wonder).

It also strikes me that the ‘left’ Matt is talking about is most certainly not the American left either. It’s proper, radical anarchy. It’s a complete overhaul of democratic systems, and certainly far from even a pipe dream in mainstream American politics.

So maybe it’s just a very American reading of political beliefs of people not from America? And in the wave of everything that’s been happening, all of the rest of us have also forgotten how to read global politics. Somehow, all of us but Matt apparently. Makes me want to zoom out a bit; idk, I’ve just thought about this before and wanted to write it down somewhere. This seemed the blog to do it.

Anyway, if you haven’t, I do recommend reading that NME interview, it allows Matt to elaborate a lot more than an Instagram caption or a Twitter post would, and elaborate he did.

[skeletorrito]

new teacher satosugu oneshot snippet ;-)

>>>>>> NSFW 18+<<<<<<

“Geto, your students are starting to… talk.” Masamichi Yaga stands on the other side of Suguru Geto’s desk, arms tightly crossed with an uncomfortable stare.

“As students do. What is this about?” Geto asks politely, biting this inside of his cheek. He looks up from his work, now attentively focused on his superior walking into the room. He continues to sit snugly against his desk, his one hand clutching the armrest of his chair, his other resting on a stack of papers. He was in the process of filling out incident reports before Yaga walked into his office. 

Yaga clears his throat, taking an awkward pause. He continues, “Your relationship with, urm, Satoru Gojo.”

“Ah. I see.” Geto’s lips close in a tight line. “Thank you for making me aware. I will be sure to speak with my students and Gojo…” he lets out a small huff as if steam is coming from his nose, “about this. I assure you, you will not hear any more about it.”

“Ah, yes, Gojo,” Yaga says with a frown. “I did try to speak to him as well, but I’m not exactly sure where he is...” Yaga trails off, giving Geto a scrutinizing look. A bead of sweat drips down the back of Geto’s neck. 

“I’m not aware of his schedule today, but I’m sure he’s out with his students, probably spoiling them,” Geto says quickly with a smile, “You know how he is.” 

Yaga sighs, accepting this answer, “That seems likely. Thank you, Geto.” He starts towards the door

“Of course.” 

Yaga makes his exit, sliding the door shut, and Geto hears the sound of his footsteps fading down the hall. His pleasant expression falls into a scowl. He kicks under the table with a fleshy thump. 

“Owww, Suguru!”

Satoru Gojo is on his knees under Suguru Geto’s desk, compactly tucked into the small space, teasing Geto’s cock through his pants. 

“This is entirely your fault,” Geto says through clenched teeth as he looks down, his eyes burning holes through Gojo. 

Gojo rests his cheek against the inside of Geto’s thigh, peering up at him with an apologetic pout. “You know I can’t help it…” His blindfold pools around his neck, flashing Geto with his big, gorgeous blue eyes. “It turns me on seeing you be so scholarly and responsible.” He smiles dangerously, fingers continuing to tease Geto’s hardening length. 

“You need to stop,” he retorts, but his body and his face say otherwise. He’s flushing wildly and, though he’s scowling, his heated gaze studies the beautiful man kneeling at his feet intently. “Pervert,” he adds in but still doesn’t attempt to push away.

“You love it.” Gojo grins wider, his fingers clawing at Geto’s waistband. He goes for the zipper when Geto grabs his hand quickly. 

“Seriously, stop it, Satoru. I don’t even have a lock on this door.” Geto’s eyebrows knit together, glancing at his office door with a bead of sweat running down the side of his face. 

Gojo pouts, whining, “Oh come on, Sugu, you’re all pent up! I know you can’t work like this.”

“And whose fault is that?” Geto feels his eye twitch. 

“It’ll be quick, I promise. You can use my mouth. I’ll get you off fast that way…” Gojo croons the last part, sticking out his tongue playfully, seductively, as if he’s about to devour Geto through the fabric of his pants. 

Geto takes a beat, biting the corner of his lip as his eyes scan over Gojo’s face, his soft lips, his cute tongue, and sighs in defeat. “Fine. Quick and quiet. I don’t need to give Yaga another reason to come in here.” He squeezes the armrest of his chair, adding, “But this is it. Seriously.” 

Gojo is delighted, his greedy fingers whipping out Geto’s arousal immediately. His tongue swipes along Geto’s length, teasing and toying, before taking him into his mouth. He wastes no time, staying true to his word. 

Geto groans softly, resting a hand on Gojo’s head, fingers gripping a chunk of white hair. His other arm rests with an elbow on the desk, a hand resting over his mouth. He’s usually quiet in bed (unlike the man currently sucking him off) but he’s now extremely aware of how paper thin these office walls are. His eyes are locked on the door, with a few glances spared to see Gojo deliciously taking his cock.

Gojo moves quickly, head bobbing, tongue lashing, he grips Geto’s muscular thighs. His hands start to slide back until they reach Geto’s hips, long fingers taking a firm grip on Geto’s ass as he sucks Geto all the way into his throat. 

Geto muffles a moan. “Fuck, Satoru,” he whispers and his grip on Gojo’s hair tightens. His hips begin moving on their own, thrusting into Gojo’s hot, flushed mouth. Geto begins to pant into his hand as the head of his cock jams into the back of Gojo’s throat. His gaze flickers down, watching as Gojo’s eyes water. They’re always the prettiest tearing up like that, he thinks, Gojo’s already impossibly radiant eyes appearing even more so when glossy.

He loves seeing Gojo into pure subspace bliss, and Gojo loves being fully in it. He's unable to breathe, unable to think, his mind emptying completely of everything except Geto’s cock choking him. It's heaven for the most powerful and important sorcerer alive.

Gojo was right, it doesn’t take him long. 

One, two, three more thrusts and he’s spilling into Gojo’s throat, a slightly louder, yet still soft, groan escaping his lips as he does. 

Gojo swallows everything as he gasps back to reality, collapsing against the underside wall of the desk in a happy, disheveled heap. 

Geto has just enough time to get his pants buttoned and zipped before he hears a pair of light, hurried footsteps down the hall. His heart leaps, rolling up to his desk tightly as his students, Nanako and Mimiko Hasaba, burst through the door. His shoes tuck against Gojo’s legs, one foot tapping nervously. 

“Sensei! We’re back!” Mimiko sings cheerfully, placing a bag of what appears to be baked sweets in front of Geto. 

“Make sure to share with Gojo-sensei, we know he loves sweets.” Nanako comments, typing on her phone. “Where is he anyway? Megumi says he can’t find him…” She shows him the text. 

Geto puts on a sweet smile, his forehead glistening slightly with sweat, “Aw, thank you, girls. I will, y’know I’m sure he’s around here somewhere.” He adds, quickly, “Actually, I bet he’s on the training field waiting for you all. Why don’t you go round up the others and head out there?” 

Mimiko gives him a big grin, agreeing, “Okay, Geto-sensei! See you later!” 

Both girls stroll out, none the wiser. Nanako hasn’t even looked up from her phone once.

“See you both,” he waves them off, waiting for them to disappear down the hall. He lets out a big sigh and rolls away from the desk in a slump. He palms his forehead.

Gojo smiles and stretches himself out from under the desk like a contortionist, dusting himself off and affixing his blindfold. “Aw your girls are so sweet, Geto-sensei,” he comments as he snatches the bag of baked goods and heads for the door, popping a chocolate croissant in his mouth. He hums happily. “Guess I’m needed on the training field, huh?” He says, muffled, with a full mouth as he walks backward and blows a kiss to Geto before exiting. He gives all of the students the run-around by taking the opposite way to the field, warping there when he finally reaches outside.

Geto huffs, glowering still but the corner of his lips tug up into a small smile. 

That beautiful fucking menace…

Hope you enjoyed it! :-)