[getoplanet]

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ #1 satosugu lovebot ✿ she/her ✿ twenties ✿ suguru & satoru’s third . . . welcome to my blog where i self indulge by writing and shit posting, hope you enjoy!

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[getoplanet]

i miss tumblr but i am not built for consistency ughhhhgggg

[planetsandmagic]

my heart

[getoed5725]

*that* gojo's confession to geto after successfully chasing him to the airport

[aransmind]

punk choso 🤟

[kcokaine]

[saintlotus03]

No but imagine Geto as a teacher tho??

[nessieartss]

gojo pick up ur kids theyre fighting again

[owwllly]

Gojo's misuse of power

[getoplanet]

na*ya opens his mouth and im already overly irritated we need to skip to the part where he dies

[suguruss1ut]

suguru geto as a male belly dancer. imagine it.

[sugurusbeloved-deactivated20260]

[to00fu]

didnt watch heated rivalry but i like this particular photo

[fryuitcup]

My dear freaky deaky

[nalonzooo]

[14th-lulullaby]

Idk what I'm doing but reAd thiss ficccc

[cupidstrace]

MDNI 18+ 〃 Trying to make Satoru fuck you instead of eat you out

You just want his cock.

That’s it. This isn’t some complicated puzzle about the metaphysical love is all you need bullshit. No – you just want one thing, and that’s to be split open, stuffed full, filled to the brim until your muscles turn to mush.

Instead, you’re flat on your back on the bed, and you’ve got Satoru's head between your thighs. His actual head, not the dick kind. Eating you out like he’s stranded on a desert and your cunt is a coconut with a straw in it.

He’s drunk on you. No, worse – wasted, gone and glassy eyed and rutting against the mattress like he’s possessed. His tongue is everywhere at once. Sloppy, greedy licks, like he’s trying to drink you down – then a flick up, pressing and swirling at your clit until your vision goes white.

“Satoru, quit it,” you gasp out, yanking his hair. Trying to haul him up, so you can get down to what you really need. “Just– shit! Need you to fuck me, need your cock–”

“This iiis my cock,” he groans, arms wrapping around the plush of your thighs to cement himself between them. “Tongue.. tongue cock. The deluxe. Tongue Cock 3000.”

You could commit a crime.

You could strangle him with your bare hands.

Instead, all you manage is a strangled whimper when he sucks hard at your clit, bulky shoulders locking you open like steel bars.

You don’t care how good his mouth is. You need to be filled. You want him buried to the hilt, pressing up into your gut with his pelvis grinding against your clit. You want him to fuck you till you forget your own name because right now you can’t even think of anything other than cock cock cock–

And then he groans like he’s heard your thoughts, hips jerking down against the sheets. Humping the bed like a dog in heat, cock flushed dark and leaking, dragging raw against the mattress. Every rut smears precum into the fabric, head catching on the resistance of the sheets before he bucks harder.

The sounds he’s making are obscene. Loud and sticky and wet, spit mixing with your slick until you’re certain even the sheets will need eye bleach after this. He pulls back just enough to breathe, chin shining, pupils blown wide.

“Why would I quit,” he pants, tongue darting out to lick at his lips, “when you taste like this? Why would I eeever put my cock in when tasting you is already heaven?”

“Because heaven doesn’t fill me up!” you practically yell. Your thighs shake when he dips down again, tongue circling your clit lazily, indulgent. He hums against you in an indication to go on, and the vibrations shoot stars up your spine. You glare down at him. “You don’t get it, Satoru– shit, fuck– I wanna be stuffed. I wanna be stretched, ruined–”

He groans so loud it makes your hips buck.

“Fuck, say it again.”

You’re so close it’s humiliating. Teetering on the edge with nothing inside you, not even a finger, just his greedy fucking mouth.

You want his cock. You want his cock so bad. Holy shit, if you die before being split open on his dick you might just haunt him forever–

And then you snap, jerking his hair hard enough to make him look up. His face is a mess – wet chin and swollen lips and eyes glazed over like he’s blackout drunk. He’s grinning. Of course he’s grinning.

“You’d better not,” you rasp, eyes darting down to glower at the way his hips buck against the sheets, “get soft before you fuck me.”

He blinks once. Twice. Slowly, half-lidded, processing your words.

Then he snorts and drags his messy mouth up your body. Pressing little kisses to your thighs, your stomach, the divot between your breasts, the side of your neck – up, up, until his cock is heavy and leaking against your stomach as he settles over you. “Soft?” he echoes, voice hoarse, nose brushing your cheek as he laughs. “Sweetheart, if you think I’m capable of that after tasting you..”

He pushes forward just enough for his blunt tip to rub against your entrance. Catching on your clit, smearing pre across your syrupy folds.

“..then you don’t know me at all.”

@besidesjustmyamour, @chocalycake, @crude-saint, @letteremi, @junkuna, @satorupi, @eirasera, @bistrocatxx, @xonyoka, @j3llyc4kes

[getoplanet]

thank you for this absolute masterpiece of a reread

[bearhaviour]

Happy New Yuri cuties 🥂