#✧⁠*⁠。franz's writings

[sukiloves]

fall from heaven — gojo s.

includes — gn!reader, dom!reader, sub!gojo, pwp, bj, nicknames/pet names (angel, pretty boy, baby, lovely)

franz's notes — can't stop thinking abt how submissive and breedable s2 gojo looks 😩 i've fallen into gojo fics rabbit hole and decided to make one myself hehe icb he's the only one who will bring me back to writing again lolol

there are a lot of things that you love about gojo satoru. but your favorite are the sounds he make whenever you're both entangled in bed.

it is true that he's as verbal in bed as he was outside of it. all the pretty noises that comes out of his perfectly glossed lips are delicious, and you eat it all up every time.

you can't help but admire him now under the moonlight, on his back in your shared bed, sweat clinging to his skin giving it a faint shine, his striking azure eyes struggling to keep themselves open as he watched you, his right hand gripping the sheets - tight enough to tear - while the other one holds your head down on his cock.

fuck. he looks so far gone and so, so, gorgeous like this with a blush dusting his cheeks and chest.

“ahh...like that, angel. just like - ah! - that,” he praised in between whimpers, hips bucking up into your mouth with a little more fervor than before. his dick gave a twitch inside your mouth, signalling his impending orgasm.

your head's gone fuzzy from satoru's sounds, gently thrusting your hips to find some relief for the growing wetness in between your thighs.

humming against him, you pulled his cock out of your mouth with a pop, batting your eyelashes up at him as he groans at the loss.

“you're so pretty, ‘toru,” you cooed, planting a kiss on his tip as you stroke him, making him gasp and buck his hips once more – chasing his high.

he blushed even deeper if that was possible, avoiding your gaze while he hides his face on the pillows.

“aww, getting shy, pretty boy?” you teased, speeding up your movements, “look at me.”

with hesitation, satoru brought his gaze back where you're still lying down in between his spread legs, hand rubbing his hard cock up and down as you stare at him so intense he felt his heart stutter.

“please, baby.” he begged, breaths coming in short puffs.

“hmm? please what?” at this point, you had started to lick his dick leisurely, watching his reactions, every rise and fall of his chest, every twitch of his body.

you love to savor the moment where the strongest is reduced to a babbling, moaning mess.

“please...” he whined, “make me cum, i'll be good!”

deciding not to torture him any further, your head dropped down and swallowed all of him in one go, making satoru cry out but it quickly died down as he bit his bottom lip.

for the second time that night, you pulled him out of your mouth which earned you a sob.

“i wanna hear you, baby.” you whispered against him, “wanna hear your pretty moans just for me, yeah?”

when he nodded, you put him back in, bobbing your head up and down in time with his moans. they were like a melody – changing in tune, rising up and falling in pitch. his body moving along to the beat of his pleasure and you memorized every note.

“gonna- haa...gonna cum!” he moaned out, punctuating his words with the telltale signs of his climax – his back arching off the bed as he threw his head back, cock twitching nonstop in your mouth as he filled it with his release, parted lips letting out moans of your name mixed with unintelligible curses.

you helped satoru come down from his high, cleaning up his mess with your tongue and running your hands lovingly along his legs, up his torso and chest where you both met with a searing kiss. satoru moaned upon tasting himself on you.

“thank you, lovely.” he mumbled on your lips. you smiled against it.

“anything for my pretty boy.”

[mournfulroses]

Franz Kafka, from a letter to Milena Jesenka featured in "Letters to Milena,

[lovelettersandjournals]

— james joyce.

[skylark-234]

[stay-close]

If you find someone who makes you smile, who checks up on you often to see if you’re okay. Who watches out or you and wants the best for you. Who loves and respects you. Don’t let them go. People like that are hard to find.

Franz Kafka

[existingillusion]

Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

[heartcosmicsoul]

[lostandunlovedd]

we went through all of that just to be strangers again?

[ivynightshade]

fatima aamer bilal, from i mother it the absence of her, iii. i am not a person that can be loved for a very long time excerpt from moony moonless sky.

[poetic-questions]

from Franz Kafka's "Letters to Felice"

[mysticaletherealliving]

I never wish to be easily defined. I’d rather float over other people’s minds as something strictly fluid and non-perceivable; more like a transparent, paradoxically iridescent creature rather than an actual person.

- Franz Kafka

[joshuamrl]

I accept your absence, my love, but my soul cannot fathom a world without you. That is my confession.

[mournfulroses]

Franz Kafka, from a letter to Felice Bauer written in 1912, featured in Letters To Felice

[thoughtkick]

I can't make you understand. I can't make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I can't even explain it to myself.

Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis

[lovelettersandjournals]

the intimacy of speaking through the eyes.

[perfeqt]

I cannot rid myself of the feeling that I'm not in the right place.

Franz Kafka