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ִֶָ☾. elena ┊ libra 𓍝 ┊ 22 ┊new to writing ┊ infp
links ➵ masterlist┊ao3
MDNI.ᐟ i only write about gojo satoru and levi ackerman
RECENT RELEASE― satoru can't help but fuck you in the back of his car
I feel like a virgin when I search up “x Reader” with a new character I like
me with enjin after watching gachiakuta
what was the anon trying to prove lmao 😭
idk that was so weird 😭 when i got that ask i was thinking about it the entire day because it’s so baffling to me how someone on tumblr doesn’t understand the concept of fanfiction
it is CANON Gojo is 27. He is NO WHERE near 30.
people write all sorts of stuff here which are nowhere near close to the canon yet you have a problem because i wrote him as a 30 year old? the entire point of a fanfiction is that you can write whatever you want about your favorite characters whether it fits the canon universe or not
It is CANON Gojo is 27 he just turned that NOW in 2024
It’s SHOWN in the manga, anime and the official fan book.
honestly, i don’t care about that. it’s just a fanfiction and i can write whatever i want. i appreciate your concern but it’s a common thing that people change age or even appearances of characters for fun so it’s not a big deal
+18 olderbf!satoru can't help but fuck you in the back of his car
you just looked too good—all dolled up, wearing your cute little dress, which accentuates your body so perfectly.
“mph— toru, more.” sweet melody of your desperate whines fills the narrow space of his car. you’re straddling him, his cock buried deep inside you.
it’s torturous. painful. his deliberately slow pace frustrates you. tears sting your eyes, threatening to spill and smudge your makeup. satoru on the other hand has the time of his life—watching you being so clingy, eager only for him. sleeves of his blue shirt are rolled to his elbows; his hands are anchored to your waist, keeping a firm hold.
“oh, baby, you’re so sweet.” he coos. “you want toru to fuck you more?” he mocks you with a smug grin while you frantically nod your head.
“please, just—” you try to move on your own, but satoru doesn’t let you. instead, he tightens his hold on your waist, bruising your delicate skin.
you pamper him with desperate kisses, trying to coax him into giving you what you want. he groans when your lips find the sensitive spot on his neck, licking and sucking it. his lips part as your body clings to his, leaving no room for breathing. as if you worry that someone might take him away from you.
lip gloss stains his pale neck with glitter on top of the bruises you’ve made. finally, his thrusts become frantic, needy. your vision blurs as satoru hits the right spot inside you.
“d-don’t stop—” your walls tighten around him as you meet his thrusts. you cup his face, capturing his lips in a messy kiss. he moans into your mouth as you bite his lip.
the familiar feeling overtakes your body—you’re falling apart in his lap. the windows are all foggy, giving away to any pedestrians what might be happening inside. satoru whimpers near your ear as he holds you close to him.
“give it to me, baby—fuck—make a mess.” he whispers as you feel the blissful sensation washing over you. your thighs tremble uncontrollably; your eyes roll to the back of your skull.
you cover your mouth with a hand to muffle any moans, but satoru takes it away and kisses you instead, silencing any sounds with his greedy kiss.
subscribing to a fic isn’t enough I need the author to blast a bat signal into the night sky whenever they update
+18
satoru loves you in anything you wear—from airy sundresses in light colors you choose in summer to oversized t-shirts reaching your knees and baggy jeans you tend to put on in autumn.
but there’s something about that one skirt you have in your wardrobe that makes satoru lose his mind.
it’s nothing fancy—just a plaid skirt in muted colors, but wearing it always ends in one way.
your face is now pressed into pillows; you have nothing on except for the skirt. your boyfriend has been toying with you for a long time—running his tip through your wet folds, nudging your entrance with it, teasing you endlessly.
“you knew what you were doing.” satoru’s hand caresses your ass before spanking it, which causes you to yelp. “distracting me from work.”
“it wasn’t on purpose.” satoru spanks you again even harder, leaving your skin stinging and in flames.
a shiver of excitement runs down your spine. the sheets beneath are wrinkled from your tight grip. satoru buries his hand in your tangled hair, yanking your face up.
“just admit what a desperate little slut you’re for me.” his rough voice drips with amusement. for a moment, the bedroom is silent like the bottom of the lake.
“please, toru. stop t-teasing.” a few warm tears spill from your eyes, making their way to your lips and coating them with saltiness.
you try to angle your hips closer, but your lover chuckles lowly and harshly grabs your hips. you pout and glance at satoru with a neediness palpable in your eyes. it’s a priceless sight—eyes glossy with tears and swollen lips from all the stolen kisses.
“i need you so badly, please.” your sweet whines finally break satoru, and he sinks deep with a swift thrust, causing both of you to moan in relief.
he doesn’t waste any second—his pace is already relentless. one of his hands stays on your ass, sometimes pinching your inflamed skin.
“you feel so fucking good, baby.” he groans, mouth slightly parted. beads of sweat roll down his neck to his collarbones. soundless moans escape from your lips. “such a pretty girl—fuck—” your walls flutter around him like you want—no—need him to stay inside you forever.
satoru hits the perfect spot, stretching you out so intensely. ragged breaths float through the air.
your body is a museum of passion—all the bruises, marks, and spit glistening like an art on display only for satoru.
“i-i’m so close.” eyes roll to the back of the skull. pleasure overtakes your body—burning and electric.
“yeah? already?” he says mockingly but his hand finds your clit and draws messy circles, sending you over the edge.
release hits you hard like a storm, making your sore body tremble. satoru follows right after you. he pulls out of you and cums on your back, spreading his seed all over your skirt.
“oh, i guess you can’t wear it now.” a fake sympathetic smile appears on his handsome face as he smears it even more.
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i'm working on something guyss. i neither had time nor the motivation for writing but a wave of inspiration hit me so hopefully i'll manage to post something this week
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your older boyfriend satoru is always busy—answering calls during your dates, leaving you behind in his enormous penthouse while he’s away on trips that stretch into weeks, drowning himself in endless paperwork. that’s what your relationship feels like most days.
and yet, you never doubt his love. you know how deeply it runs. no matter what, satoru always finds a way to make up for his absence.
“you missed me?” his voice is low, almost teasing, while he’s buried deep inside you. white strands of hair stick to his damp forehead, his hands fondle your breasts, pinching until a sharp cry leaves your lips. “because I fucking missed you, baby.”
your legs hang over his shoulders. his pace is merciless. words are impossible to utter—you’re a trembling mess. every coherent thought disappeared, leaving your mind a blank canvas.
“say it. say you missed me.” he leans close, eyes locked on your face, devouring every flicker of pleasure. and you want to tell him—how much you ached, how the silence of the penthouse gnawed at you, how you’d scream your love from rooftops if it meant he’d never leave you again.
“i-i missed you, t-toru.” your hands cradle his face as your lips find his in a desperate kiss. his moan rumbles against your mouth.
his lips are soft, swollen from earlier kisses. his fringe brushes against your skin, tickling. everything is too much—his relentless rhythm, the weight of his body, the way his eyes burn holes into you, the whispers of your name leaving his lips in ragged breaths.
he feels the way you tighten around him. his thumb presses messy, circling patterns on your clit, until your vision blurs and your body shakes beneath him. to satoru, you look breathtakingly—like something divine, trembling in his hands.
“give it to me, pretty girl.” his voice is rough, commanding, and it pushes you over the edge. release rips through you, leaving you burning and twitching.
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