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[oh-katsuki]

what is your opinion on a satosugu threesome or voyeurism

I LITERALLY LOVE!!!!! i've had a thought for this FOREVERRRR that i was planning on writing so ill put it here!!!!!!!! i think about it constantly.

cw: threesome, oral (f!receiving), semi-public sex, voyeurism, sub/dom dynamics (suguru > satoru > reader)

anyway, i frequently think about satoru and suguru cornering you in a closet. some semi-public location with people bustling just on the other side of the door. n you're not supposed to be there even under normal circumstances, let alone these ones.

you're leaning back against one of the shelves, your leg propped up in the most comfortable way you can manage. your bare cunt is exposed under the fabric of your skirt and satoru kneels between your legs. suguru stands to your right, close enough that you can feel his body heat, but he's not touching you just yet. no, suguru is just watching.

satoru's hands rest on the inside of your thighs and his tongue laps eagerly at your cunt. he presses the flat of it to your clit, moving it side to side slightly as he holds your legs open. the room is dark, illuminated only by the light coming in through under the door, and it makes the sounds of your pussy feel even louder. you can hear the wet click of his mouth against you, tongue dipping in and out of you as he savors the taste.

you grip the shelf behind you with one hand and knot your fingers in his hair with the other, stifling choked gasps as he creeps you closer to the edge.

"shshshsh," suguru croons from beside you, placing his palm on your forehead and drawing your attention to him. "gotta be quiet. we wouldn't want to get caught now, would we?"

you nod your head, looking into suguru's calculating eyes. they look strangely satisfied. like he's fulfilled at seeing you and satoru be so absorbed in pleasure that he'd orchestrated. though he doesn't touch you, both you and satoru know that suguru is in charge.

suguru's hard. you can feel his bulge from where he stands, just barely touching your thigh. it sits in his pants untouched and unattended.

"touching yourself, satoru?" suguru laughs a little, tilting his head down to glance at where satoru is palming the bulge in his slacks.

satoru doesn't look up or pause, instead just nodding into your cunt. suguru lets out a quiet and somewhat condescensing laugh.

"you're such a pervert." to which satoru opens his eyes and rolls them.

you're caught between the two, grip in satoru's hair tightening as he works you up. his tongue swirls around you, fingers digging into the fleshy inside of your thighs. if you had the mind, you'd notice that the way they dip against your skin looks delightful. suguru is sure to have noticed that.

"he's good at that, isn't he?" suguru asks you.

"mhm, he's-" you choke on your words, subconsciously pulling him against you harder. your sentence is cut short.

"satoru's real good with his tongue," suguru smiles down at you, insinuating something that makes you both jealous and overwhelmingly aroused.

as if on cue, satoru applies pressure to your clit, swirling around it with the tip of his tongue. when you look down at him, his eyebrows are furrowed. it's as if he's deliberately tried to draw your attention to him and he frowns at suguru before delivering a succinct squeeze to your thighs.

you climb higher and higher, the knot in your stomach winding up like a wire gone taut. you tremble and then gasp as your whole body becomes sensitive and suguru places his hand back on your forehead, forcing you to look at him.

his palm is wide and warm and though he doesn't apply much pressure, you get the feeling that you couldn't move your head if you'd tried.

"is satoru gonna make you cum?" he asks quietly, leaning in close to your face. "you gonna let him?"

you don't have a choice. you're going to cum. you feel it welling up in your stomach and behind your eyes, where heat rushes to your face. all you can do is look at suguru while satoru's tongue buries itself in your sloppy cunt. you can feel the way slick drips down the leg supporting you, dampening already sensitive skin.

"eyes open when you do, 'kay?" suguru offers with that gentle cadence of his. playful and coolheaded, he makes you an offer you know you can't refuse.

you feel the peak as it builds, blinding you as you approach that overwhelming finish. you tug at gojo's hair and he takes it as a cue to double down. you gasp and crest over, rising up onto your toes as your legs begin to tremble.

suguru's hand still presses on your forehead and gojo takes it upon himself to attach himself to your clit and slide his hands around to support your lower back. your voice sits just behind your tongue, mouth open in a silent moan as you look into suguru's eyes.

he looks almost wicked. so satisfied that it makes you feel proud. you watch him like he asked you too, pulling satoru's head against your pussy subconsciously.

satoru works you through it, slowing the motions of his tongue as you come down with a choking gasp and heavy breathing. suguru strokes your sweat soaked forehead.

"can i have a turn?" suguru questions.

satoru stands up from between your legs, rubbing the inside of your thighs. then, he reaches up to wipe his cum-soaked mouth.

"jeez, suguru," he smiles. "give the poor thing a minute, at least."

#[ 🏩 – chatting ] #satosugu x reader #getou x reader #gojo x reader #I AM SOOOOO #THEY ARE SOOOO??!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?! #GOD!!!!!!! #tw: voyeurism #i wanna turn this into a full fic at some point #like a shorter one but still a fic w a little plot and a sexy hot sex scene

[pupcuck]

BITCH OMG. my prof just sent me the scariest email ever she’s mad as fuck omg

#it was just PT chat. #no context #i think i should just kms atp😭 #i need to stop avoiding uni my parents don’t know at all and i think their love for me is at its limits #🏩.diary

[libertys-lovers]

So… last night was fucking wild-

- Gary Fischer 🦋🔪

#(MAKING GROUP CHAT SCREENSHOTS IS SO FUN-) #(I have GOTTA do this more often omg-) #self ship #self shipper #self shipping #🌕f/o frights!🌕 #romantic f/o #📚📖Assisted Romanticide📖📚 #🍩🧹Cold Case Files🧹🍩 #🐦💭head in the clouds💭🐦 #🐞👑Paint the Ballroom Red👑🐞 #⚫️💫Portal to Paradise💫⚫️ #💉🖋️blueprints🖋️💉 #🍝🎈Pity Party🎈🍝 #🏩lavender lovers🏩

[oh-katsuki]

STOP IT CAL BC TENDOU WOULD KEEP FUCKING YOU AND FUCKING YOU AND FILLING YOU UP UNTIL YOU OVERFLOW WITH HIS CUM RAAAHHHH

i giggled bad because i feel like i can hear the urgency in your tone loll

also,, i think tendou gets you pregnant on accident. you're on the pill, so you fuck sometimes without a condom. it's definitely a kink thing, sometimes just because you both don't have any but need each other so bad. you know, basic heat of the moment shit.

you're not married either. long term relationship and marriage is definitely in the question, but you're not engaged or married. and one day it just.. happens. you get pregnant. fucked up taking the pill and didn't think twice when satori spread your legs on the bed, hiked your knees you your chest, and pumped you full of his cum with a lazy, salacious grin. it was habit and this time, it took.

but it's not a bad thing. surprising, sure, but you become preoccupied with the way satori kneels down beside you while you're at the kitchen table in your shared apartment after telling him, hand on your belly. he's resting his forehead on your upper arm, mumbling something possessive and almost primal about how he helped put that baby in you. and his hand slips slowly down into the waist band of your shorts, fingers grazing lightly at the base of your stomach.

"right here," he breathes out, grinning up at you with his signature slick grin.

yeah, it was an accident, but it's a good accident. and the good news is that you don't really have to worry about a condom for the next nine months.

#[ 🏩 – chatting ] #what if i died. #okay! #i need you all to know how important to me accidental pregnancy with bf tendou is #it's important. #tw: pregnancy #tw: breeding

[oh-katsuki]

OOOOOH OKAY OKAY OKAY

How about Tsukki + enemies or rivals to lovers + there’s only one bed?

only one bed trope...... smirks. side note but i think tsukishima is MAAADEEE for enemies/rivals to lovers. like seriously he just... it WORKS with him. i need him.

cw: it's an almost HATE FUCK (they don't fuck), heavy makeout, mentions of painful biting, tsukishima says some shitty things abt reader's past sexual endeavors, idk they grind a little

"you know, if you'd just fucking move over, we'd have more room," you spit at him, kicking his leg beneath the covers.

"you mean you'd have more room," he corrects, rolling his eyes and turning to face away from you.

poor planning is an unfortunate thing, even more so when it directly inconveniences you. that's what led to this situation, poor planning.

you and tsukishima are both involved in your university's respective sports division. kei plays on the volleyball team and you are on the cheer team. it's not often that your team gets sent on their away games to cheer, but this is the semi-finals and the university saw fit to send you all to stand and cheer court side.

if you had your way, you'd be miles away right now, probably fucking around with someone on the baseball team. but no. instead, you're sat next to the one person on this earth who genuinely makes you hateful, and you wouldn't call yourself a hateful person by any means.

arrogant, self-involved, and snarky beyond belief, tsukishima kei is the worst person you've ever met. you're certain that he'd say the same thing about you and for once, you don't mind that he thinks you're probably a slutty, selfish, bitch. funniest thing about it is that he also happens to be in your major and the two of you constantly remain tied for top of the class.

you'd like to say that it was the school that fucked up. you'd like to say that they happened to accidentally put you and tsukishima in a room with just one bed, but that's not true. the truth of it is that the two of you just happened to be stupid enough to miss the bus and, after spending a day catching the odd bus to get closer to sendai, have ended up stranded in a middle of bum fuck nowhere inn with one single room and a western style full sized bed.

"why don't you sleep on the floor?" you snap.

you hear tsukishima sigh behind you, feeling the press of his back against yours as it expands, "because then i'd be uncomfortable?"

"ya know, shouldn't protecting my decency come before comfort?" you retort, speaking over your shoulder.

you feel him sit up, rolling so that he's propped up on his elbow and facing you. when you turn, it places you face to face with his chest. you can smell his deodorant on him and he's so close that you're certain he can feel your breath on him.

"i think it might be a little late to protect your decency," he snaps, wrinkling his nose and twisting his face into a nasty expression. "shouldn't you have some left to do that?"

you scowl at him, rolling your eyes. "asshole."

"so you've mentioned."

you both lay down facing the ceiling. your shoulders are pressed deeply into each other and his warmth bleeds into the points of contact like water. every time he inhales, you feel it and it spurs you to do the same until your breathing is synced up.

"why'd you have to miss the bus too," he sighs, putting his hand over his face.

"i could say the same thing," you huff.

"yeah, i bet you can't fuckin' stand being here right now, right?" he sits up again, sneering. "too fuckin' pretty and popular to be sharing a bed, yeah?"

"shut up," you warn.

"bet you'd rather be with those baseball dickheads you fuck so often."

"shut up, kei," his tongue has always been sharp, but he's seriously pissing you off. not that you regret anything you've done.

"you fucked your way through all of them yet?"

you sit up, indignant at what he's saying.

"you paying that much attention to my sex life, tsukishima?" you sneer back, narrowing your eyes. "you like thinking about who i fuck like a pervert?"

you tilt your head as he presses his lips into a line.

"come on, tell me," you press venomously, chest to chest with him. "you think about how i spread my legs for them? touch yourself wishing it was you? get fucking real, kei. you only hate me because you want to fuck me that badly."

you're face to face with him now and you can feel his breath across your face. his chest heaves with anger, as does yours and the obscene words you've just said. then, you kiss him.

he immediately starts kissing you back, hands coming up to rest on against your hips. he bites at you first, dragging his teeth across your bottom lip and you laugh at the display, tugging at his shirt to get him to take it off.

there's a desperate hunger inside of you, clawing to feel his skin, to feel the warmth of it pressed against you. you hate him so badly that touching him almost hurts. it makes you want to scream in the best possible way. you want to make him cry, to see him crumble under your fingertips. there's this terrible desire to consume him entirely.

when his chest is exposed, you quickly pull yourself over his hips to straddle him, letting him sit up to meet you halfway. the expanse of his chest presses against yours and you groan under it's warmth, rolling your hips to sate the desperation rising in you. kei grows hard underneath you, pressing against your inner thigh as he drags his tongue down your neck and bites hard on your shoulder. you yelp, laughing to yourself. who'd have thought kei had it in him.

"was i right?" you tease angrily, pushing him backward hard enough that he bounces. "you think about me fucking all those other guys and wish it was you, kei?"

you tongue down his stomach, feeling the ridges of his abdomen, which heaves harder the lower you get. under your chest, you feel his cock stir.

"i fucking hate you," he grits his teeth, color painting his cheeks.

"yeah?" you say, pressing your mouth to his bulge. "well, i can't fuckin' stand you either."

#[ 🏩 – chatting ] #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima kei x reader #bro im so HMG #I DESIRE TO BREAK HIM!!!! #tw: biting #ask games

[oh-katsuki]

for the ask game: shoyo + childhood friends to lovers

weeee thank you for playing! this is kinda all over the place bc i have (shockingly) never thought about this trope w hinata 😭😭😭 i always slut him out in my head tee hee. not that i haven't slutted him out here too.

cw: childhood friends to lovers, sexual tension, making out, that's about it

hanging out with hinata at twenty is different than hanging out with him at thirteen. what used to be easy and childlike, now has a deeply rooted tension that places itself in between all of your actions and conversation.

since graduating high school, hinata has grown big. two years in brazil left him broad and tan, with defined thighs and calves, and smooth back muscles that you can see under the thin t-shirt he wears. his arm, muscled and defined, sits around you on the couch and you find yourself strangely aware of his proximity to you.

you'd been feeling it for a while, this new anxious feeling he brings with him. you've started noticing the way people look at him, how girls look at him. the definition of his muscles and the flirtatious way he carries himself has become impossible to ignore and you find that the fire in your belly is alight more often than it is calm. desire makes it's way up your throat, where it lodges itself as it threatens to have you spilling your want into his ear and down his throat.

if hinata notices the change, he's good at hiding it, even going so far as to pull you into his chest while you watch whatever is on the tv. his touches are the same and, while they linger, they've never overstepped. if he wants you the way you want him, you'd never be able to tell. still, desire bites at your stomach and you find it everywhere. it's in the way he looks at you, in the way he touches you, in the lingering glances and insinuating statements. all of it sends you syrupy and leaves you trying to push the familiar feeling of want away.

maybe you're just perverted. maybe you're just letting your mind run wild, thinking about his arm around your shoulder and the way his chest feels against the side of your head. maybe you're the one with the problem, imagining the way his hands would feel running up your sides and the sounds he'd make if you let him.

hinata offers you some of the snacks on the table and then, just before you grab it, he yanks it away. his laugh bubbles up from his chest and you pound it with your fist, rolling your eyes.

"the hell was that for?" you snort.

"dunno," he shrugs, looking at you. "you're being a little weird. i wanted to try and like... fix that?"

"weird how?" you stiffen, distracting yourself by trying to grab the snack which he's holding out of your reach.

he says your name and you ignore him, grasping again at the bag.

"___," he says, grabbing your wrist with his free hand. you turn to face him and he's staring directly at you, his expression serious. "you haven't looked at me once in the last hour."

you feel your face heat, stomach flipping from the tone of his voice and try to wiggle your wrist from his grasp.

"what are you talking about?" you laugh.

"that!" he exclaims, letting go of your hand. "im talking about that! you barely looked at me just now, dude. what's wrong?"

i thought too hard about your penis and now i'm a little embarrassed about it. "literally nothing, i didn't even realize i was doing that."

"liar," he says.

"m'not lying," you push back.

he looks at you for a second and you bite your tongue, glancing back at him and fighting yourself to keep your eyes focused on his. it's hard. hinata has eyes that look directly at you. they're genuine and his gaze, no matter the emotion, feels heavy.

"i like it when you look at me," he says, a little softer this time.

you don't really know what to say, furrowing your eyebrows as he leans forward a bit.

"especially lately," he adds, and you notice the red creeping up onto his face. "kinda like i make you nervous now. do i make you nervous, ___?"

"shoyo...?" you lean back, trying to calm the way your heart hammers in your chest. this is not the boy you knew at thirteen. this is a man.

"you've gotten really pretty," he says softly, desperately. he reaches for you, his fingers trembling slightly. you instantly reach out to steady them.

hinata's face is merely an inch from yours and your chin is tucked down to your chest. his weight is shifted forward against you and he has one hand secured around your wrist with his finger against your palm and the other gripped tightly in your grasp.

"am i about to fuck something up?" he asks softly, uncharacteristically so.

you pause and then shake your head. by the time you've registered your own answer, his mouth is on yours. hinata kisses you hungrily, moving his lips with yours and reaching to tilt your chin up towards him. when he does, you open your mouth and let his tongue in, screwing your eyes shut as he licks into your mouth.

you knot your hands into his shirt and pull him closer, a rush of desire flooding your lower stomach as he pulls himself up and on top of you. you pull at the fabric covering his back, sitting up further to push him back and onto his back. he groans into your mouth when you do and it sets you on fire.

his fingers streak across your back and hips and shoulders. they ignite you and burn, touching all of the places you'd always imagined him touching. you let yourself tilt his head up, biting at his bottom lip while he digs his fingers into the flesh of your ass and eagerly gives whatever you've wanted to take from him.

#[ 🏩 – chatting ] #hinata x reader #hinata shoyo x reader #ask games #THANK YOU FOR PLAYING!!!! #send me a character and a fic idea / trope and i'll write a snippet of it!

[oh-katsuki]

um um megumi and meet ugly/enemies tew lovers beloved cal?

AAALLLIIIII yessss ofc!!!! megumi is built for a meet ugly bc i think he's really like... weird and odd and awkward. idk like he's super pretty but i think he falls into the weirdo genre the same way todoroki does.

thank you for playing beloved <33333

cw: coworker!megumi, sfw, meet ugly, "enemies" to lovers, this is like... largely comedic, i don't write megumi often so i hope i did him some justice, also there are no real triggers for this enjoy &lt;;3

megumi is pretty... but not pretty enough to get away with whatever the fuck it is he has going on.

the first time you met him failed to live up to any expectations his looks might give you. megumi, on the outside, looks like a prince. his long eyelashes, his delicate but defined hands, the way he carries himself, the plush quality of his lips, all make him a notoriously handsome presence in the office. the women often find time to notice him and his habits, even going so far as to presume his personality.

you'll admit... you fell victim to this too. you, like all the other people who had never met him before, assumed that he was as nice as he was pretty, with an agreeable personality to match the agreeableness of his cool features. you were wrong. megumi, as a rule, is generally cold and off-putting.

you'll start at the beginning.

your first less-than-pleasant interaction with him took place working overtime. you'd been in the office since its doors opened at 8 in the morning and your work had bled well into 10 at night. the office was near silent, save the clicking of your fingers across the keyboard as you copied numbers from a document into a spreadsheet. basic stuff, but tedious and time-consuming.

"_____," megumi called your name. "this needs to be done too."

he tossed a folder of papers on your desk and you briefly gawked at it.

"by wh-" but megumi had already begun to step away, heading down the hallway and into the elevator.

you spent the rest of the evening finishing the paperwork and megumi had the nerve to look surprised when you told him the next morning that you'd completed the work that he set on your desk.

then, a week later, he'd passed on a stack of papers to you without saying anything but a brief here as he handed them to you. by the time you'd finished them, you'd fallen behind with your work for the day and had to work overtime once again.

this continued for approximately a month, that is, until you complained to your coworker maki, a tall woman with a brash personality, about your workload.

"what?" she said, furrowing her brows. "we have interns for that kinda thing, you know? they literally get paid to do it."

she laughed and you shook your head. "megumi's been giving me the paperwork for weeks now though."

"yeah, to read over and double-check. putting it in the system is the interns' job," she laughed. "he didn't tell you?"

now, after checking that maki was right, you're certain that megumi has it out for you and he is not nearly pretty enough for you to let him get away with it. this has been your life for the past month, stuck doing overtime on things he never bothered to clarify. he'd basically humiliated you for sport (false) and made a laughing stock of your budding career (also false).

still, you're holding your tongue. the next time he drops the papers on your desk, you check them over and then hand them off to the interns who take them as if they know exactly what to do. you're astonished, turning to megumi to see if he's noticed that you've caught onto his little ruse. if he did, you can't tell. his face remains irritatingly neutral.

it seems that, despite having never had a real conversation with him outside of awkward small talk in the break room or work related things, you have a nemesis in the office. you compete ruthlessly. he's your senior on the team and you are constantly trying to out perform him. megumi, irritatingly enough, takes it all in stride. you wish he would quit.

maki becomes your sole confidant, but she usually just stands by the water cooler and nods with along with you. she never has much to add, simply shrugging her shoulders whenever you ask her a question. you find this irritating because it seems that she knows your shared teammate, megumi, pretty well. after all, she's worked with him longer, though she's expressed no desire to conversate with him the way she does you.

whenever you pass by megumi in the halls, you give him a dirty look, furrowing your eyebrows and casting your lips down slightly. you let your irritation show plain on your face. soon enough, megumi is confronting you.

"hey," he calls, running to catch up with you as you leave the building.

you turn, startling and holding your purse close to your side. your lips pull down and you feel heat crowd your face as nerves for the impending confrontation grow.

"yes?" you ask, mustering up every ounce of your courage to sound strong.

megumi casts his eyes to the floor, long eyelashes hitting lightly under his eyebrow as he looks to his shoes and then up at you. his expression seems lightly irritated, like he's struggling to find the proper working for something, and the tips of his ears are pink with frustration.

"so," he starts, swallowing thick.

"what is it?" you play dumb. moves and counter-moves.

"do you want to go out for drinks?" he asks, tapping his foot against the floor. his face reads as irritated, but what he's just said shocks you so deeply that you feel like you can hear a record scratch.

"what?'

"i was just wondering if maybe you want to go get drinks... as a date?" he clarifies.

"like a... date date?" you ask, leaning forward a little. "as in a.. you like me... date?"

megumi gives a nervous laugh, his eyes crinkling a little. you realize that it is the first time you've seen him smile.

"yes," then, it falls and he clears his throat. "if you're not interested though, don't worry."

"i thought you hated me," you furrow your eyebrows.

megumi's gaze snaps up to yours. "what? no, i- it's the opposite."

"but the... the paperwork..." you say, losing steam as the mortification of your one-sided rivalry sets in.

"you mean the ones for the interns?"

"you never told me that it was for the interns!" you exclaim. "i was doing it myself for a month! i thought you did it on purpose."

he blinks at you. "that's insane," he says. "why would i do that? i always just thought you were a really meticulous worker."

"because you hate me," you say, covering your face with your hand. "and i'm definitely not meticulous. i like going home too."

megumi has remained sufficiently awkward through the conversation, his shoulders almost wound up to his ears with tension.

"i'm sorry," he says genuinely. "did i... misread this?" he asks. "i thought you liked me and i thought i uh... i thought i made it clear enough that i liked you."

"you never even spoke to me," you say, laughing a little. megumi's shoulders wind tighter.

"yes, i did," he points out. "i always say good morning."

"uh huh," you drone, rubbing your fingers against your temple.

you had been getting worked up on your own this entire time. all of the glances and the greetings and the trips past your desk had not been to taunt you, but rather because megumi wants to take you out. looking back on it, it was psychotic to have thought anything else.

"i take it you're not... uh... interested?" he asks softly.

"no," you say. "i am."

it sounds like you're conceding and megumi furrows his eyebrows.

"uh," he swallows and tilts his head, tufts of dark hair falling to one side of his face, "are you sure?"

"yeah, i'm definitely interested."

megumi stands for a second, shifting his weight from foot to foot.

"should we go then?" he points behind him in the direction of a row of izakayas.

you nod, swallowing down embarrassment and thinking about how on earth you're going to explain this to maki in the morning.

#[ 🏩 – chatting ] #megumi x reader #megumi fushigurou x reader #i have NO idea what this is #but enjoy #ask games #thanks for playing!!! #i LOVE YEW BBG #[ ☎️ – frequent callers ]

[oh-katsuki]

cal how do we feel about priest kink. i want to ruin a holy man

LOVE priest kink. love love love LOVE PRIEST KINK.

cw: sacrilege, priest!choso (idk where choso came from but he as rattling around in there), corruption, loss of virginity, they fuck in the church, mentions of masturbation

i think about this and choso, who has only just started preaching to the congregation at 24. he’s still learning from the old pastor and his liturgies are still choppy and awkward, but he’s getting there. and he’s SO devoted in his practice.

he wakes up early to study the Bible, he stays after mass to take questions from the congregation and offer guidance, and he’s quickly becoming a pillar in your small community. there’s nothing that could shake his faith, that is, until you arrive in the church one rainy evening.

you’re soaked to the bone, looking like you’ve been standing outside with no umbrella for hours. you make eye contact with him, walk to the confessional, and step inside. choso finds you there, sitting down in the box adjacent and asking what your trouble is.

“my life has spiraled out of control,” you say, sniffling. “help me, father.”

he tells you to say the hail mary five times and repent and you listen.

you start to come by the church regularly, never attending service but always coming to visit with the new young priest. he senses that the church sets you at ease, that it takes a weight off of your shoulders. at first he thanks god for it. he thanks the lord for shining his light on upon you. then, as you spend more and more time alone with him in the church, he starts to grow greedy. choso starts to want to believe that he’s the reason you seem so relaxed, that being around him is the reason you seem to glow. it’s not the lord, but choso.

these feelings begin to spiral in him. desire and temptation come to a muddled head whenever he feels your thigh press up against his through the smock. choso finds out what it feels like to work silver magic between his fingers to the thought of you, locked away in his room beside a burning candle of the lord. there’s no greater release than the one he has when you’re on the mind. choso finds that even prayer offers little in comparison to the rewards of your body.

eventually, he’s giving in. choso succumbs to temptation in the empty hall of the church, behind the altar where you’d found him hunched over his desk. choso takes you there, in the holy house of god, and soils himself between your legs. his devotion to the lord pales in comparison to the admiration he feels when he buried himself inside of you, bunching his fingers in the meat of your hips and chanting your name like a prayer.

choso breaks his vow in front of the very eyes of god and then, he kneels between your legs and mutters a hail mary with his tongue pressed flat to your clit.

#[ 🏩 – chatting ] #choso x reader #tw: sacrilege #tw: corruption #[ ☎️ – frequent callers ] #I hope ur a choso appreciator mint #I don’t know where he came from when I was thinking g abt priests #but he was in there and I think it fits #but I also thought heavy abt nanami in a similar predicament #except nanamis been having doubts #and meeting you heightens them until he’s pulling up his priests smock and fucking you in the pews #moans.

[oh-katsuki]

Alright Cal, gimme Gojo + monsterfucking please :)

this one goes crazy because i actually moaned the second i got it. like i literally started shivering and i hmmmggggggjfnbjrkegmmg.

sorry in advance for how like... disgusting this is. when you sent this i could NOT stop thinking abt biblically accurate angel gojo and it sent. me into a crazy frenzy. im crying and screaming and moaning

cw: biblically accurate angel gojo, MAJOR sacrilege (we pray together while gojo finger fucks us), fingering, power dynamics, kinda god complex but also not really, im absolutely going to hell for this im immediately going to hell im almost afraid bc i was raised catholic and actually fear god so bad.

"be not afraid," he'd said, crawling into your room through the open window.

white hair and a head made of three rotating rings covered in bright blue eyes. big white wings from his back, four of them and his clothes are a plain suit, where his head connects to nothing. you can't see anything around him, nor can you register any features. it feels like his face and the rings clip in an out of each other. even though you're looking at brilliant gold rings covered in eyes, you're certain that you can make out a man, someone made in your image.

"do you know how to pray?" he asks you, extending his hands by his side. the voice, a rich tenor, seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere.

"yes," you respond, trying to hide the shaking of your hands. your head is tilted downward, facing the bedspread you sit on.

"kneel then, before an angel of the lord," he says, motioning to the ground in front of him.

you listen, bound by something you can only call heavenly duty. you don't dare steal another glance up at him, afraid to gaze at the beauty and might of his celestial form.

he crouches in front of you, taking your face in his two fingers and pinching your cheeks together, "he really did make you in his image," gojo says, turning your cheeks over.

you stare back with hollowed eyes. this is not the attitude of any angel you've ever imagined. the gold rings spin in accordance with the speed of his speech and you feel that they somehow indicate his emotions to you.

"the lord is obsessed with you, you know," he says, dropping your face. you immediately return to looking at the floor, hands clasped together in prayer.

"me?" you squeak.

"your species," he says quietly, like he's thinking about something. "humanity."

you nod softly, swallowing thick, "and you?"

"what about me? i'm but a messenger," he says plainly.

"humanity. are you fond of us?"

he tilts his head, still crouching in front of you. "raise your head, human."

you oblige, meeting those brilliant spinning rings of gold and blue. strangely, through all of it, you can tell that he's smiling and beautiful.

"i am," he says quietly. "but i'm quite fond of you in particular."

"me?" you squeak and he nods his celestial head.

"you."

"what's your name?" you ask.

"satoru," he answers. "to understand."

"what are you?"

he tilts his head. "an angel of the lord."

you shake yours in response. "you don't seem like one."

"have you met many other angels?" he questions, tilting his head to the side.

"no," you swallow. "but i get the feeling that you're not a proper angel."

he sighs, standing up. "you're right. i'm not a proper angel. you see, i love humanity more than i love god."

you bite your tongue, keeping your head bowed. "so who am i meant to be praying to right now, then?"

satoru shrugs his shoulders and the metal rings clink together, "me, if only because i'm in front of you."

"but i don't know you," you say, "not like i know god."

satoru gives a small laugh. "what would you like to know, then?"

you look up at him, hands still clasped together. "anything you have to tell."

satoru's hand comes up to gently cup your face. the pads of his fingers are smooth and soft. they're uncalloused and pink at the tips, like you're the first thing he's ever touched. your belly flips and satoru raises an eyebrow.

"you know, angels are not so dense as humans," he laughs lightly, running his hand from your cheek to the hair by your face. "we're inclined to see the things you can't."

"what does that mean?" you question.

"it means that i can see your desire," he says plainly, "your curiosity. your wants and wishes and feelings in the moment."

you bite the inside of your cheek.

"what you want from me, i can give you," he says softly. his voice bounces around in your head and settles between your eyebrows. "if you ask. if you pray."

your curiosity, the sin built in you from birth, leads you to listen.

"bow your head," he states. you oblige.

satoru's hands come down on your shoulders. they're warm and soft, applying pressure to your body in a touch that feels like it's made you glow. you clench your thighs together where you kneel. "our father," he starts, stepping behind you and running his hands down the sides of your arms, "who art in heaven," and over your stomach, "hallowed be thy name."

you suck in a breath when he reaches the crest of your sex, guilt and desire pooling at the base of your stomach. the light that covers you is calming, like a blessing, but you feel the tinge of sin bite at your ankles and the base of your skull.

"t-thy kingdom come," you exhale and satoru mumbles a good into your ear, pressing his fingers to your clit over your panties. "thy will be done."

"on earth," he slips a finger in and you gasp. "as it is in heaven."

he starts to slowly pump his fingers inside of you. his hand is pressed between your thighs, sandwiched because he's made no effort to spread them. still kneeling, he curls them inside of you.

"give us this day," he says, running his other hand up your side, "our daily bread."

you start to build. pressure mounts in your lower gut as he slips another finger in.

"and forgive us our trespasses," you breathe out shakily, meaning every word. it comes out like you are begging and behind you, satoru whispers his response.

"as we forgive those who trespass against us," he picks up his pace, fingers making a wet and sticky sound with each curl. you build, toes curling where they are tucked underneath you.

"and lead us not into t-temptation," you gasp, beginning to press against the wall of pleasure that's been mounting in your stomach. the coil winds tighter and you clasp your hands together tightly as if you ward off the sin that comes with this.

"but deliver us from evil," satoru says, his voice slick with a smile.

"amen," you say, the end of it cut off by the long and drawn-out whimper.

your clasped hands trembled before you unclasp them, reaching behind you to grab satoru's arm, which has snaked it's way around your neck in a possessive show of desire.

you sit up slightly, arching your back and spreading your legs to allow his hand to work deeper into you. satoru, the angel of the lord, draws out the last of your orgasm from deep within you, curling his long fingers at a steady pace until you collapse back onto his chest with a heaving sigh.

"if you plan to ask for forgiveness," he says quietly, letting you catch your breath against his chest, "ask it from me."

"why?" you pant.

"because i'd love to say a hail mary with you."

#[ 🏩 – chatting ] #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #BYE this is SO DISGUSTING IM SOF JRKEAG;NVRJKELAGNR #moannning #also side note #but i rewrote this prompt like FOUR TIMES bc my initial thought was biblically accurate angel gojo #but i wanted to write freaky freaky octopus stuff #obviously i settled on the angel bc MOAAANSSSSSS #god i desire him SO BADLY #tw: monsterfucking #tw: sacrilege #[ 📕 – writing ]

[oh-katsuki]

Office au Katsuki where you’re fuck buddies with Deku. Deku let’s Katsuki in on it one day, and now he can’t get the idea of it out of his head. How it should be him. Who knows, maybe Deku would let him share

oh CHRIST. after he finds out, katsuki starts to notice you and izuku's office interactions. watches the way you two converse so casually, the little touches, the way you laugh at his jokes and get flustered when he does.

katsuki jealously wonders how it works. you're both (seemingly) just a little shy of bold. he can't help but picture the way the two of you might sneak into a closet in the office and paw anxiously at each other's clothes. warm and flushed faces only inches apart. sharing the body heat of embarrassment and need. yeah, that really won't do.

of course, seeing it in the office now, he sort of wonders how he didn't see it earlier.

#[ 🏩 – chatting ] #[ ☎️ – frequent callers ] #LILY SHUT UP!!! #GOD IM MISERABLE FOR HIM #DENWAJVNREWjkgv;rne' #but also... this is so... HNNGGG

[oh-katsuki]

being with izuku + katsuki during the zombie apocalypse 😵😵‍💫

izuku is overbearing and always checking you out for injuries and triple checking to make sure that places are clear/safe.

katsuki is a grumpy brute that takes his anger out on slow moving hoards of zombies. brings you nice/useful stuff he finds when he goes on supply runs.

cuddled up with both of them by the fire in your safe cabin.

i’m losing my mind. i love zombies

GOD i have such a vision...

izuku's the leader.. im sorry but he's gotta be. izuku's the leader through and through. he can come across overbearing and a little soft, especially because he's so intent on EVERYONE'S safety, not just the majority. the first impression that you get from him is that he's too soft. he'll get people killed. but then a switch in him flips when other humans are threatening camp and he just... doesn't hesitate. he doesn't hesitate to pull the trigger one, two, three times.

and katsuki who is tougher, who insists that he doesn't try to save everyone, but tries again and again anyway. katsuki who lost a lot at the beginning and never quite recovered from it. you assume that he's too harsh, to bluntly spoken. honestly, at first, you sometimes think that he'll eventually cause irreparable problems in the group. but as you watch him, you notice that while he seems distant, he takes care of people a lot more that many others. that he's gentle and what he does, he usually does for someone else's betterment.

n at first, i think you're more drawn to izukui (kiri too). the two of them are so... deeply charming. they radiate being good, even if izuku can sometimes become a bit frightening when his community is threatened. you suppose everyone can. still, at first, they're the two that you find yourself thinking about most. izuku's natural, sort of maternal, state of caring for other people. his worries and his anxieties laid so plainly on his sleeve. and he likes you too, you think. maybe it's special attention because you're new, or maybe it's special attention because izuku thinks your special. whatever the reason, izuku is your post-apocalyptic first pick.

then, you run into katsuki by the creek on the east of the makeshift farm/ranch where you've all decided to settle. he's crouching by the water, a large bucket of dry clothes on one side and a bucket of wet ones in the other and he's running a piece of clothing over the washboard. the water babbles drown out the sound of your steps, but katsuki whips around like he heard it anyway. then, he gruffly asks what you're doing here and invites you to sit. that's probably when you started to see katsuki a little differently. huddled up, doing laundry because "it's easy work and the help was needed". it just sort of transforms your image of him a little. he's not cold, he's just guarded, and you find it endearing that he's made space for you on the rock he's crouched on without even needing to ask.

so at night, you squeeze yourself between the two around a fire and get to know their dynamic. it sort of humanizes them for you. they become not just survivors, but undoubtedly human.

yeah....

#[ 🏩 – chatting ] #mha zombie!au #i like this..... #i love this au #tw: guns #tw: death

[oh-katsuki]

Oh this looks so fun! Bakugou + damsel in distress. He's the damsel lol.

weeeee thanks for playing!!! i hope you don't mind that i made this sfw!!!

cw: canon typical violence, husband!bakugou, you and katsuki have a kid, we're calling kasuki 'princess', also we call katuski 'papa' once and 'daddy' once but both in nonsexual contexts

sometimes, patrol goes wrong. what is normally his average patrol around the city, becomes an all-out brawl as he encounters something or someone he was not meant to. katsuki, at this point, is used to it.

what makes today different though, as he propels himself above debris to get a better glimpse at the villain in front of him, is that he is deeply exhausted and fighting alone. it's his first week back at work after becoming a father, having taken several months off in order to spend time with you and your child. he's a little rusty. that's katsuki's excuse as of now.

when he is not working patrol, he's at home taking care of his now four-month-old daughter. she's a riot, but not quite like him. katsuki would describe her as being more like you, with your mannerisms and easy temperament. usually, she's not all too fussy, but these past few weeks, she's been starting to reverse cycle. you and katsuki are currently doing all you can to keep that from happening.

of course, you're there to help him too. it eases the burden, but you've both returned back to work to a degree. not full-time, but on alternating days. katsuki works on monday, wednesday, friday, and sunday, while you work on tuesday and thursday. saturday is both of your days off and you both strive to make the day a family affair, even if that affair is just napping simultaneously in the same room.

all of this to say, katsuki is off his game, distracted by his perfect daughter and spouse at home, and it shows. he's making rookie mistakes. ones that an experienced, 30-something-year-old hero shouldn't be making. katsuki can't even get a read on what this guy's quirk is.

the villain seems to be lifting debris (either quirk-created or found) and holding it for a moment, before throwing it at katsuki. immediately after throwing the debris, the villain seems to vanish and reappear elsewhere between 10-20 feet from his original place. katsuki supposes the trigger is the weight loaded from picking up the debris, but he can't get the specifics down, and whenever he does take a moment to try and consider it, the villain gets the upper hand and nearly squashes him under a piece of cement.

don't get him wrong here, this is not your average petty villain. katsuki suspects, from the location of this attack to the sigil on the villain's lapel, that this person is part of a larger syndicate that his agency has been researching. but that also means that katsuki needs to take him alive and he can't seem to get close enough to apprehend him. katsuki figures that he'll do this the direct way.

in a moment, katsuki is leaping toward the villain with his palms outstretched. he plans to go through the debris the villain sends his way. if he hesitates, the villain will appear in a new spot and he'll have to restart. his adversary is larger than him, taller and wider (most likely due to his quirk). it's not ideal, as fights based on hand-to-hand brute strength have always been yours and deku's realm, but katsuki thinks he can handle that should it come down to it.

two things happen at once. the villain loads debris larger than the others he's loaded before as katsuki simultaneously fires his quirk at him. it's not enough and a slab of concrete hits him in the chest, sending him flying backward into the wall behind him.

he spends a second trying to get oriented, inhaling deeply as he pulls air back into his lungs. katsuki's back aches and by the time he raises his head, there is another large chunk of concrete hurling towards the air at him. katsuki twists his body to push off of the wall behind him, but before he can, the debris in the air crumbles with a dull thud, like it's been met with another piece of concrete.

"you good, princess?"

katsuki recognizes your voice immediately and when he lifts his head up, you've got your hand outstretched to help him up. behind you, he can hear the sound of other heroes shouting as they apprehend the suspect, but he can't determine who is engaged with the villain, a little disoriented that the fight ended just as it was getting interesting.

it's strange, but it's like there is this halo-like glow around you as you offer your hand to him. katsuki thinks for a moment that you look a lot like izuku, save for the capris pants and oversized sweater. heroic even in your plain clothes.

he blinks for a second before taking your hand and standing up.

"i had it," he huffs and you laugh a little, wiping the small beads of sweat off of your forehead.

"sure," you exhale a little.

"why are you here? where's the kid?" he asks, a bit more concerned.

"in the coffee shop around the corner," you shrug.

"you left our kid with hanazaki again? you know, just because she's your friend, doesn't mean that you can just hand our baby off to her when she's working."

"well, i didn't plan to do that," you huff a little. "we came out for a walk to see daddy on his patrol route and came across you getting your ass beat all by yourself. can't believe they didn't have any support for you. and also yes i can. she was in my wedding party katsuki. besides, she seemed pretty thrilled to see little kura."

"i was not getting my ass beat," he says, lightly indignant. "i would have been fine."

you smile at him a little. "i know, but i didn't want to see you get hurt anymore."

he softens a little, shoulders slumping. "yeah, okay. thank you."

"doooon't mention it," you grin, giving him a signature sly smile. "damn, look at your face. we'll have to patch you up when you get home."

"i can just get some treatment back at the agency," he says, rolling his eyes.

you cup his face in your hands, turning his head from side to side. "nope, i think you're so injured that you've got to come home early."

"fat chance," he scoffs a little. "i've gotta deal with the paperwork for this. plus, i'm off in a few hours anyway."

you pout, crossing your arms over your chest. "unfair."

"shouldn't you go get kura?"

you narrow your eyes a little at him. "you're definitely right, i probably should."

"i know i am," he laughs a little, smiling at you.

"please get some treatment for those injuries if you're not gonna let me patch you up though," you point at him. "you'll freak baby out if you come home like that."

"you kidding? baby's tough as hell. she's got me for a papa," he puffs his chest out a little, wincing at the sure bruise forming there.

you roll your eyes. "whatever you say, princess."

"princess," katsuki scoffs at his new nickname, leaning in to kiss you quickly. "go get her. she's probably trying to blow up poor hanazaki as we speak."

"okay," you sigh, starting to walk down the street, "see you at home, papa." you beam at him, walking backwards.

"yeah, yeah," he waves his hand. "see you later."

katsuki can feel the tips of his ears glow pink.

#[ 🏩 – chatting ] #bakugou x reader #sorry that i made this cringe tee hee #:3 #deeply committed to the cringe agenda ig #he's so cute he'd be such a good dad im gonna jump off a BRIDGE

[oh-katsuki]

for the ask game: tendou satori with the forced proximity trope?? (flirting but sfw)

moans out loud. i love love LOVE this hnggggg. NOT GONNA LIE THO im finding it SO difficult to keep my thoughts sfw im so-

send me a character and a fic idea / trope and ill write a snippet of it!

cw: flirting, consensual touching but it's sfw kinda....., forced proximity trope, tendou flirts with reader when they can't go anywhere (but we're into it OBVIOUSLY), uhhh mentions of his creepiness being hot (it is), this is not as sfw as i intended and i apologize for that... nothing happens tho... but im still sorry for being a degenerate.

it's bad luck. that's all that it is. you happened to be grabbing some art supplies from your university's storage closet and tendou happened to show up needing some paintbrushes for some banners a few minutes later. it's an unfortunate coincidence that the door closed behind him, leaving you both locked in and without a key.

the closet you both sit in now is no more than 5 meters across and 5 meters deep, wall to wall. there are shelves taking up even more of that minimal space and in the middle of the room is a bin full of rolled newspaper used for sketching. both you and tendou are a little too close for comfort. even when you stand on opposite ends of the room, your knees still touch in the middle.

he's got his hands buried deep in his pockets, pressing them down so that the fabric pulls around them. every now and then, he will look up and you and offer a sly grin over the apples of his cheeks. you think he seems remarkably relaxed for the situation.

you're not uncomfortable because you don't like tendou. in fact, it's most likely the opposite. you think that part of it is owed to the fact that you do like him. mostly though, tendou creeps you out just a little. his big, heavily-creased eyes, his thin upper lip and the way it curls up in the corners when he smiles. you feel like, if you were to look at him in the dark, his eyes would glow.

there's just something about him that raises the hair at the back of your neck. what's worse is that you don't dislike it. in fact, he creeps you out just enough that it's kind of hot. the way he hunches over himself across from you, hands shoved into his pockets, makes for a posture you find difficult to look away from.

"staring?" he says, his eyes still trained at the ceiling above him.

"huh?" you snap out of it, shaking your head as if that would hide the fact that you were caught.

"it's fine," he grins, looking down at you. his lips curl in the corners in that characteristic way and he gives you a knowing smile. "you can look all you want."

"i wasn't staring," you pout slightly, crossing your arms over your chest. he makes you feel so exposed.

"mmm, you sure?" tendou pushes off of the wall in front of him, taking a single step toward you. "kinda seems like you want to look at me."

you scoff a little, laughing and avoiding looking at him. if you did, your noses would be less than an inch apart. "well, there's not much else in here to look at."

tendou's eyes drop down to the neckline of your shirt and then back up to your face. "i think there's stuff to look at."

when you don't answer, tendou gives you space to breath and leans back against the shelf he'd been sitting on. his knee knocks yours as he settles.

you calm the heat rising on your face, chewing the inside of your mouth as you try top calm the way you drip with desire.

"hey," he says, tiling his chin forward.

"what?"

"you like me?" he asks plainly, tilting his head to the side.

everything about his mannerism is odd, right down to the casual way he pops the question. you widen your eyes and refuse to answer, looking up to the ceiling with am embarassed sigh.

"i like you," he says, stepping forward and giving you a lopsided grin as he steps across the space again, crouched so that he's eye-level. "i think you're interesting. easy to play with. you wanna play with me, doll?"

so fucking weird. you clench your thighs together. tendou tilts his head to the side like a predator watching it's prey. playing with his food. you nod slowly, wanting so desperately to "play" that it makes you feel crazy.

"let's play then," he says, placing his hands on the side of your hips and stepping between your now parted legs.

you pant lightly under his gaze, pressing your back into the shelf behind you as he makes his way closer to you.

"so pretty..." he murmurs to himself.

then, from the other side of the door, you hear the distinct sound of footsteps. his mouth is no farther than an inch from yours, but he turns his head to face the door before tilting it sideways to give you a mock sad smile.

"looks like this might have to wait," he clicks his tongue, not stepping back from you before he calls, "hey! could someone open the door?"

you blink up at him as someone exclaims softly on the other side and he steps away from you at the last moment. they open the door and you recognize the man as someone from the volleyball team. their eyes flit between you and the odd man beside you before they let out a breath.

"dude!" he says, "have you been in here the whole time?"

"heyyyyy, thanks," he drawls, giving him a smile and clapping him on the back. "we really thought we were done for."

"coach is going crazy," the second boy adds.

tendou just shrugs in response, sticking his tongue out a little and tossing you a sideways wink. you shrivel into yourself. even the way he interacts with his friends is creepy.

"well," he sighs, stretching his arms above his head. "let's play later, 'kay?"

you nod, eyebrows furrowed as you try to gather what just happened. tendou blushes and gives you a little smile before he loops his arm around his friend's neck and starts walking out of the door.

"they play volleyball?" you hear his friend ask.

"nah," tendou responds. you can hear the distinct sound of his smirk as he does.

it sends a rush of heat to your face and stomach. so fucking creepy.

#[ 🏩 – chatting ] #tendou x reader #tendou satori x reader #oh help i REALLY desire him #forced proximity his way into this p- #ask games

[oh-katsuki]

cal i need him so bad

god. BASHES HIS HEAD IN. he's unbelievable this is crazy to me.

PUT THE GUN DOWN!!!

#[ 🏩 – chatting ] #i really feel a... type of way about him #that has to be categorized in the DSM

[oh-katsuki]

Just saying, I would TOTALLY read a phone sex fic from you if you ever actually do write it 👀 Random thot of the night is that I always thought Sero would be really good at it for some reason, hehe

cw: phone sex, mutual masturbation, slight dom sub dynamics, guided masturbation

no you're right. sero would be so good at it because he always knows exactly what to say. he's got this lilt to his voice, playful and upturned. and for some reason.... it just sounds better over the phone.

you can imagine the way the corner of his mouth pulls as he speaks "oh yeah?" into the receiver. it's a normal way to respond to what you did today, but something about that familiar drop and upturn makes your stomach twist. it settles in your gut and you can practically see the way sero reclines back onto his couch in satisfaction.

he knows very well what he does to you, what his voice does to you. sero knows that with the right tone, he can work you up as easily as he can with his hands. so when you're finished recounting your day and he can hear your nerves in your voice, he asks you calmly what you want to do next.

your hand finds the waistband of your shorts and you instinctively spread your legs open on the couch of your apartment, almost mindless with how badly you want him to walk you through it. he hums on the receiver when your breath catches, you can hear it, you imagine feeling it with your palm pressed to his neck.

"you wanna feel good?" he speaks for you, leaning further into his couch. you can hear the smirk, the pull of his lips.

"yeah..." it's breathless. it comes from deep in your gut as your pointer finger slips under your waistband and finds your clit.

"you touching yourself?" his voice drops an octave.

"mhm" you screw your eyes shut and press the receiver closer to your ear as if it would will him out of it so he can just touch you instead.

"good girl, keep going."

you nod like he can see it, working your finger around your clit as it grows puffy under your touch. sero can hear the rustling of fabric through the phone, the way your body begins to shift as a dull pleasure begins to mount in your gut.

"wish you were here..." you say, teasing the entrance to your cunt.

"yeah? wish i was too." his voice shakes slightly, arousal mounting in the back of his throat. "i'd make you feel so good. touch you like i always do."

you moan into the phone, biting down hard on your bottom lip.

"want more?" sero asks and you can hear the shift of his body. "give yourself more, baby. i want to hear it."

you moan when you slip a finger into your cunt and you can hear as sero let's out a groan and starts palming himself through his sweats. you can hear the rustling of fabric across his crotch and imagine the weight of his cock in your hand. you press up and stutter.

"f-fuck..."

"feels good, huh?" sero says. there's a grit to his voice, like he's just as desperate as you are. he does a better job of maintaining his composure. "how many fingers?"

"just one."

"add another." you whine at how stern he sounds, at the shake and lilt in his voice.

you follow. everything he tells you, you do. every word from his mouth makes you more desperate, makes a part of you keen for his touch. your body is burning, heating up and boiling over with each word of desire he utters. when sero tells you to pick up the pace, you do.

"fuck. i can hear how wet you are." he groans and you hear the distinctive sound of his hand pumping his cock. you moan. "if i were there, i'd fuck you so hard. i'd make you feel so f-fucking good."

"want you so bad, sero." you choke, heat mounting in your lower gut, swirling and climbing. "want you to fuck me, make you feel good. i need it."

sero groans and the sounds from his end of the receiver get louder and lewder. "you getting close? wanna cum for me, babe?"

you whine your response.

"yeah? fuck, if i were there i'd cum so hard for you. i'd plug you up nice and tight, just how you like it."

"god, sero...." you toss your head back, pinching the phone between your neck and shoulder as you slide your other hand down to your clit. "I'm gonna cum..."

"go a-ahead." he says, slapping sound growing louder, his pace becoming choppy. "cum with me, baby."

you hear his voice catch as you start to let go. your legs go rigid, back arching forward as you whimper out a moan that signals the beginning of your orgasm. you hear him stutter through a string of swears and you can picture the way he's tossed his head back, ready to cum, close and throbbing like you are.

it comes all at once and you both stutter through your orgasms with whines and grunts. it builds, bends, and breaks inside of you as you arch forward and then fold in on yourself, body shaking as you work yourself down.

"shit, i made a mess." sero breathes. you hear him sink back into the couch, his head thumping against the back of it.

you let out a small laugh. "oh yeah?"

he goes quiet for a moment on the other end of the line before you hear a rustle and the sound of him standing up. "fuck... i'm coming over. stay exactly how you are."

#[ 🏩 – chatting ] #[ ☎️ – frequent callers ] #sero thirst #sero x reader smut #I LOVR RHJIELAGJLGJKR #I LOVE PHONE SXJFKBVHRSELBVNER #i haven't written a thirst in FOREVERRRRR #[ 📕 – writing ]

[oh-katsuki]

callie baby do u have any spare thoughts on our lord and saviour satoru gojo on this fine Thursday?

AALI! im late getting to this bc i had friends in town but HI i love u <3

lately i have been plagued thinking about doing a test of courage with satoru. the two of you decide to slip into an abandoned building one weekend, along with the rest of your friends. you creep through the creepy old building with him beside you, trailing behind the rest of the group and holding a shitty flashlight that hardly provides any light.

you can feel the adrenaline creeping into your bloodstream with every unfamiliar sound, n satoru deliberately makes sudden noises when he walks to watch the way you jump out of your skin. the whole thing just freaks you out. you've never been one for these types of things, truthfully. it was shoko's idea in the first place, you just tagged along because satoru had asked you to come.

at some point, when the group has rounded a corner in front of you and disappeared from sight, you ask satoru a question to help quell your nerves. when he doesn't answer, you whip around to realize that he's no longer beside you and you're alone in this dark, somewhat disgusting hallway.

you peer at every piece of dust covered debris, shining the light on piles of rubble and trash that look suspicious in the dark. the light shakes slightly as you call out to him, the voices of the rest of your friends receding deeper into the building as you leave them behind. you take careful steps, like the floor will give out under you.

"satoru?" you call. "come on! this isn't funny!"

no response. your voice echoes eerily through the empty hallway.

"please just come out," you say again, trying to sound brave. "I really don't like this!"

no response again, but there is a shuffle from a dark corner ahead and to the left. a small indent in the wall that leads to a door that's been rusted shut. the light in your hand dies out as if on cue and you call again for satoru, creeping toward the sound.

"is that you, satoru?" you squeak out, trying your best to make out any figures waiting for you in the nook.

then, there's a stomp and a figure closes the foot of distance between you and the corner, pulling you into it with two strong hands on your shoulders. you squeal, startled out of your skin as you're pushed against the wall.

in front of you, you can make out the white glow of satoru's hair and his distinctive laugh bubbles up from in front of you. you hit him in the chest with a light slap.

"you fucking asshole," you exhale, calming down. "you scared me. don't do that shit again."

"aw, but it was so fun," he says lightly.

"not for me," you huff.

satoru doesn't respond and with the adrenaline still in your limbs, you tremble slightly. you can tell that he's looking out you, barely able to make out his features in the dark. it distorts his smile, makes him look uncanny and creepy. you shift a little as he keeps you pinned against the wall, barely an inch between the two of you. his breath fans across your face.

"satoru?"

he says nothing, just looks at you with what you think is his signature smile. fear bubbles in your chest again.

"you're scaring me," you say again.

you feel his knee press between your legs, resting against the warmth of your core.

"say something."

your breath comes quickly, heart pounding in your chest because in this light, satoru looks like he's barely human. you can make out only the slight impression of his face, the whites of his eyes and teeth standing out the most. he looks like he's hungry. his knee adds pressure to your core.

"satoru," your voice comes out small.

he leans in close to you, his breath fanning out against your face. then, he moves his head quickly so that his mouth is on your neck and you squeak out in surprise. his teeth graze your skin and you're sure that he can feel your quick pulse against his lips.

"you're too easy," he mutters into your neck, dragging his mouth against your neck until he reaches your lips.

superficial fear pounds in your throat and you hardly have a moment to collect yourself before he's putting his mouth to yours and taking you by the hips, holding you against the pressure of his knee. you exhale shakily against him and kiss him back, letting his tongue snake its way into your mouth in the dark. your hands find their way into his hair and you move your hips slightly over his knee. satoru lets out a hungry, shaky sigh.

you can still vaguely hear the excited squeals of your friends from where they've wandered far away from the both of you. quietly, you make out haibara asking where the two of you have gone, but you pay it absolutely no mind. you're a little busy.

#[ 🏩 – chatting ] #hi aali my beloved <333 #I FEEL OUT OF MY MIND ABOUT THIS IM SO SICK #ive literally been thinking of this NONSTOP since miss bachibabe spoke to me about it #it's been PLAGUING MY MIND #she said that satoru looks at you and says 'who's satoru?' LIKE HOW FUCKED UP IS THAT????? #tw: fear play #[ ☎️ – frequent callers ]