#Harry potter reference

[crushmeeren]

AMORTENTIA WITH A TWIST 𓍲𓍲

⋆ ft. gojo satoru ⋆ ⋅˚₊‧ FEM READER‧₊˚ ⋅

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Spicy cinnamon.

Mouth watering, freshly baked pastries.

Sugary and saccharine vanilla icing.

Cinnamon rolls, Satoru realizes with a start. You smell like hot out of the oven fucking cinnamon rolls when you walk in the front door, and his stomach flips, the muscles in his lower abdomen clenching.

Satoru swallows drily and he runs his mouth before his brain catches up, blurting the first thing that comes to mind.

“You smell.” He winces.

He watches as your head whips towards where’s he’s perched on the couch, eyebrow arching with a roll of your eyes as you toe off your shoes. Satoru tries to plaster on a playful smile but he knows his gaze is heated, intense.

Satoru’s voice takes on the familiar teasing lilt it always does. “Silly me! You smell good enough to eat baby. Is that a new perfume you’re wearing?”

You pad towards him, socked feet silent on the wooden flooring and the cinnamon scent so thick he can almost taste it on the back of his tongue. His grin stretches even further when you come to stop between his spread legs.

“No, it’s not technically a perfume. One of the girls at work got their hands on some sort of love potion experiment. Apparently the scent changes based on what’s important or attractive to the wearers object of affections. Someone spilled some on me and I came home early to change,” you complain, nose scrunching in irritation. “I can’t even smell anything.”

“Oh how sweet! Am I the object of your affections? Your lover? Your sweet and handsome husband?”

You cross your arms over your chest and huff through your nose. “Of course that’s all you focus on. What if it had been something dangerous?”

Satoru’s fingers curl in the edge of your shirt and tug gently, lower lip pushing out.

“But it didn’t.”

“You’re unbearable. At least tell me what I smell like to you?”

“Curious sweetheart?” He pulls at your shirt like a child asking for attention until you take the hint and straddle his lap, arms circling your waist and guiding you to lean into his chest. “Cinnamon rolls,” he says dreamily and nuzzles at your throat. His lips tickle your skin and a familiar warm lust lights up in his belly when you sigh.

“Cinnamon rolls?” You settle your elbows on his shoulders and tangle your fingers in soft, snowy white hair, scratching gently at his scalp.

“Yeah… like the ones you brought back for me after your mission last winter.”

“That’s what you’re attracted to? Cinnamon rolls?” You ask incredulously, leaning your forehead on his temple.

“I had forgotten how shitty it was to be alone,” he says softly. “When you came home, I realized just how much you fill my heart. Whenever I smell cinnamon rolls, I remember how the for the first time in years, I was truly happy.” Satoru hugs you even tighter as he confesses.

You pull back to frame his face with your hands, staring at him with what equates to literal hearts in your eyes, and Satoru bites the inside of his cheek, toes curling in his socks.

He’s certain he could melt into a puddle underneath you and his cock twitches at the thought, filling steadily out against his thigh. He grips your hips and tightens his fingers in an effort to not tear your clothes off.

Yet.

Your words are sincere and adoring when you whisper, “I love you, Satoru.”

Satoru is fucking gone.

He cradles the back of your head and wrenches you down into a bruising kiss, absolutely shameless in the way he pushes his tongue into your mouth and moans like a whore.

You even taste like sugary icing and he has the strongest urge to devour you — or let you eat him alive. He’s not sure which will win out.

All Satoru can focus on is wrestling you both out of your clothes and getting your tight, velvet like pussy to sink down on his achy cock. You cry out, sitting down a bit too eagerly and your forehead knocks into his. Satoru lets out a shaky breath and inhales even sharper as a moan tries to crawl out of his throat.

The spicy scent of cinnamon makes his mouth water and then he’s digging his fingers into the backs of your thighs and forcing you to bounce up and down on his thick cock, biceps flexing in an effort to lift you quickly and letting his hips thrust upwards to meet you.

You push Satoru into the back of the couch and follow him as he goes, bracing your palms on his sweaty chest and riding him until you’re both sent spiraling into white hot pleasure that rushes through your limbs.

Later, when you’ve gone to bed and showered off the spilled experiment, you’re curled into your husband’s chest and he softly exhales, ruffling your hair.

“Baby, you should really get your friend to give you a bottle of that love potion.”

You hum noncommittally and half heartedly punch him in the stomach, causing Satoru to wheeze in laughter.

“Or I could just bring you more cinnamon rolls, idiot.”

“That works too.”

[yourlocal-edgelord]

more batfam as shit me and my friends say part 4:

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Jason: ngl voldemort could just thrown harry from a roof when he was a baby instead of using magic, skill issue tbh

Tim: Nd also like harry couldv’e just shot voldemort? Guns exist Another skill issue

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Dick: Gitchee gitchee goo

Jason: wtf is that

Tim: ig it doesn't apply to me? it sounds like a thing from the olden days, like a childhood memory

Jason: it sounds like a baby word

Dick: i feel so dissapointed

Steph out of nowhere: GITCHEE GITCHEE GOO MEANS THAT I LOVE YOU~

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Duke: Lowkey we could make a podcast and it would be trending bc it would be the stupidest shit anyones ever heard.

Steph: Honestly tho Podcast name? The sh¡theads

Jason: Im down

Tim: sounds cool

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Tim: I dont wanna workkk

Damian: too bad you have to

Tim: I cant though your best friend keeps trying to suck my blood

Jason: Damian has friends??

Tim: 🦟

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