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kassius. or kash. twenties. she / they. multifandom. minors + ageless blogs dnf. originally here to repost my fics from ao3
ao3 / tysk / byf + rules / masterlist
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nervous abt posting that bc its been in my drafts for a month so gonna turn off reblogs for now LOL
also so glad i had it in the drafts bc i can not for the life of me find the original document for it, like i have no other copy of it except what i just posted idk if it's glitching or what but i might stop using docs if it happens again
too much | you take as much as satoru can give, and then some.
gojo satoru x reader (fem) 1.3k words / ao3 content: smut, hand job, blow job, multiple orgasms, dacryphilia, overstimulation, dry orgasm, begging, READ THIS—satoru tries to get you to stop multiple times even tho he's in to it, messiness, inexperienced satoru, he tries to be a big boy and thinks he can take it but ends up crying, meant to be nerd!gojo, tho there's no indicator cos it's straight up smut note: request for this nonny, i hope you like it cos i feel like this is not what u asked for like he def could've been more overstimulated !! ;; may be errors as im bad at proofreading. fun fact, not in lowercase bc i originally wanted it to be part of my study sessions fics but went in a different direction for it as my image of reader in that series would be ooc if this was her
It started off as a simple study session, you were having some troubles in class, and Satoru, ever the kind boyfriend he was, offered to help you. When you finished, you suggested watching a movie, it was some cheesy romcom, one that he was only paying half attention to because your hand found itself on his thigh dangerously close to his cock.
That was fine, he could take whatever you gave him, even though he was inexperienced, he wanted to prove to you he could handle it.
Oh, how wrong he was.
There he is sitting on the couch, hands gripping the cushions so hard his knuckles turn white, jaw slack as he watches you work his cock. His vision blurs at the edges, unshed tears dampening his lashes.
you can rly tell when i write a smut fic in say an hour compared to several hours or days based on how detailed it is 😭
yapping in the tags btw
#my most recent sukuna one is not#bc i wrote it in a hr and on three hrs of sleep omg#this also applies to some of my older fics as well#bc they're not hella detailed but if i#focus on them and give myself time to write#instead of say posting the moment im finished editing it#like if i go back and add to it after a few days of letting it sit it'll be better#i still rly like the not so super detailed ones tho#like i rly like my most recent sukuna one#and filthy wasn't that detailed i dont think but#a lot of my new wip's are more detailed bc i've been working on them longer#like the edited daichi fic is better#or at least i think so#like i tried to draw out the scenes more#but the wips are taking longer bc im only writing when i feel the urge to#dont want to force anything and then churn out smth im not happy w#.txt
probably won't post the other two chaps i have of tya here just yet bc i haven't had any inspo to write the next chap and don't want to leave more ppl hanging lol
even tho technically i am leaving ppl hanging regardless 😭
on the other hand idc and want to post all my fics here but i also don't like having tya being perceived on here for some reason lol
idk chapter four is in the drafts so we'll see
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feral: part one | beam takes you on the floor.
beam x reader (fem) 2.2k words / ao3 content: smut, vaginal sex, biting, blood kink, choking, watersports, breeding kink, unprotected sex, creampie note: part two got more piss, btw. this was a request on ao3
“b-beam!” you gasp, fingers digging into his back. and he grunts, lips slotting over your neck, teeth sinking into the flesh. “o-oh, fuck.”
you only vaguely remember how you got yourself in this position, or rather, the events leading up to it. everything after that was blurry. you were making dinner, fuck, you can’t even remember what it was. at least you turned off the oven beforehand. right? god, you hoped you weren’t going to burn the house down because you were too busy fucking.
the thought quickly leaves your mind. how could you focus on anything with the way beam’s cock was moving inside of you, making a mess of your insides. “beam—” his name is a breathless moan on your lips.
faintly there’s a scent of copper, but you’re far too fucked out to care. spit drools down the side of your neck, beam’s tongue lolling out, lapping at your pulse and the remnants of blood.