My Parents After Finding Out My Mental Stability Depends On Fictional Characters:

My parents after finding out my mental stability depends on fictional characters:

SWEET TOOTH FT. GOJO SATORU

✩ ‧ ˚. synopsis: gojo knows how to get what he wants, especially if it's a sweet treat (student!au)

contents: fem!reader. all fluff, vaguely suggestive at the end. almost the one month anniversary of my first writing post on tumblr!

"baby, i've never been this comfortable in my life," the half-asleep boy on your shoulder mumbles. satoru shifts slightly and nudges himself impossibly closer to you under the blanket, long arms wrapped around your waist.

it's the first day in a while that the two of you have off together—no classes, no homework, just the two of you and the ridiculous amount of shows on your to-watch list.

so far, it's been your dream lazy day. you woke up well past noon, shared a coffee with satoru, and took a walk outside to admire the pleasantly cloudy and cool weather. some people hated gloomy days, but to you? this was the best gift the earth could've given you after weeks of scorching hot afternoons.

satoru seems content too—his usual loud and annoying demeanor has mostly faded, leaving you with a sleepy, soft and touch-starved version of himself.

unfortunately, his sweet tooth is the one thing that hasn't changed.

"sweetheart, can you get me a snack?" satoru murmurs, lips brushing against your ear. "something sweet."

you tilt your head up and kiss his chin, eyes still fixated on the show playing on your screen. "satoru, i love you, but i'm not getting up."

"please?" he breathes, moving his lips from your ear to your neck. you can feel his breath on your skin, and you can't help but smile at his attempt to seduce you into getting him a snack. "i love you."

"nice try, satoru." 

"baby, please? i don't wan' to get up," satoru mumbles. when you still don't move, he makes a pouty face and widens his ocean-blue eyes pleadingly.

his puppy eyes almost convince you to leave your warm, comfortable spot in his arms, but you know only too well that if you listen to him this time, it'll happen again.

satoru pulls you closer to him and presses his lips to your shoulder before kissing your neck. his lips linger as he repeats his request and whispers an "i love you".

"babyyy, pretty please? i love you so much," satoru cooes, trailing his fingers through your hair and fluttering his eyelashes. "you're the best girlfriend ever, y'know that?"

you kiss his forehead with a smile. "love you too."

he perks up and looks at you expectantly, like a puppy expecting a treat.

"satoru, i'm not getting up."

"worst girlfriend ever!"

you glare at satoru and with a hmph! you untangle yourself from his arms and sit up. "fine! i'll get the snacks, but i'm not sharing!"

grumbling about how stubborn your boyfriend could be, you wrap a blanket around you and get up with a sigh, not looking back in case satoru has that shit-eating grin of his on. 

as you scour the pantry for something to munch on, still seething over having to get up from your cozy spot on the couch, you feel satoru's arms wrap around you from behind. "huh— satoru?"

"i felt bad." 

"you just want me to share the snacks, don't you?"

satoru gasps in mock surprise. "of course not! how could you accuse me of such a thing! i'm here because i love you and i have a heart!"

silence.

"okay, maybe the snacks were a small part of i— ow!" satoru cuts himself off when you smack him on the shoulder with your hand.

"you're the worst!" you whine, pulling his hands off you and pushing him away. "you love your snacks more than you love me!"

"no, it's more of a close tie!"

"satoru!"

"i'm sorry!" he mumbles, grabbing your shoulders and forcing you to face him. "stop being mad at me!"

when you huff and don't respond, satoru pins you against the pantry wall. "baby, i said i was sorry! stop ignoring me!"

he widens his eyes pleadingly and kisses your nose, eyebrows slanted apologetically. "i love you, sweetheart. more than anything." his voice softens and he rests a hand on the side of your neck, thumb rubbing your cheek endearingly. "can i kiss you?"

"you just did, dummy," you mutter, scrunching up your nose. somehow, satoru looks better with his hair messy and clothes wrinkled—not that you'd ever tell him so.

satoru smiles and cups your face with both of his hands, still pressing you against the wall. "no, i mean like this." 

he presses his mouth to yours, and you can feel him smile as he kisses you. and it's all you can do not to melt at the feel of his lips on yours.

"i love you, baby," he mumbles in between kisses. "don't be mad at me."

even if he's the biggest brat you've ever met, satoru knows how to use his words (and his body), and within a minute, he's got you kissing him back, hands wrapped around his waist.

as he kisses you, satoru slips one of his hands into a packet of sweets behind him. he fishes out a caramel, briefly pulling away to pop it into his mouth before pressing his mouth to yours agaon.

"can we take this to couch?" you ask when satoru finally lets you breathe. "i'm tired of standing."

"mhm, sure thing, princess."

with one hand, satoru scoops you up, and with the other he grabs a handful of caramels from a bag on one of the shelves.

"love you, sweets," he cooes, putting you down on the couch and lying down on top of you, pressing his lips to your forehead with a smirk. "it's unhealthy how much i love the way you taste."

"are you talking to me or the caramels?"

"baby, what made you think i was talking to yo- ow, i'm kidding, i'm kidding!"

He will describe the dirty dream he had about you in detail. With no shame, he'll describe how he felt, what he could smell, feel and see in such explicit detail. He'll tell you about how your soft and sweet pussy rolled sensually against his face. Back and forth, your juices coating his tongue. How the grip he had on your plush thighs was harsh as he pulled your sweetness further into his face.

He couldn't stop talking about the dream, to the point where it created very vivid images in your mind and you couldn't help it.

Soon you made his dream come true and found yourself sitting on his face, moaning and whimpering while he recited the dream under you.

"What happens- ne-next?" You hiccupped, core clenching with every roll of his tongue.

"Then I bent you over" he panted, maneuvering you off his face and coming up behind you. You were on your knees so he took the liberty of pushing your shoulders until you were down on all fours. "And fucked you till you couldn't walk"

GOJO, Toji ,HANMA , Ran, Baji, Kazutora Karma, Bakugo, Kirishima, ATSUMU, Nishinoya, Hinata, Levi, , Reo

𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍

who did you get? ♡

♱ ft. Mikey, Sanzu, Kakucho, Ran, Rindou

♱ content/warnings: slight nsfw, pure teasing, alcohol consumption, mentions of smokimg, public display of affection, high sexual tension.

♱ a/n: I had Koko and Takeomi too but then I wanted to add Shin and Waka so ig I'll do that for another post

The night was dark and cold, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of cigars and whiskey. Bonten had gathered in one of their club penthouse properties for a night of celebration, the sound of laughter and clinking glasses spilling out into the night.

Everyone was particularly in a good mood, including their leader, who was in his element, surrounded by his friends and underlings. He had worked long and hard to build his criminal empire, and now he could finally kick back and relax, secure in the knowledge that he had everything running smoothly.

As the night wore on, and the alcohol continued to flow. They told jokes and stories that they would never admit to in the daylight, and they laughed at each other's misfortunes. It was a rare moment of vulnerability for these hard-nosed executives, and they were all grateful to have each other to lean on.

As the night wore on, the alcohol began to flow freely. The men were feeling no pain, and the jokes and stories flew back and forth across the table. Until, Rindou suggested a drinking game, and the mood shifted.

He took out a spicy card game and took turns on picking one. They got…

˗ˏˋ Sanzu - lick ice cream off of the inner thigh of the player across you

The air was thick with anticipation as they waited for Sanzu to reveal his dare. And once he did, a hush fell over the group as they turned to look at you, who was sitting at the end of the table. Your face was flushed with embarrassment as you looked around your sides, figuring out if you were truly the one he picked.

The spontaneousness and spice of the dare had always been in Sanzu’s nature, but the man couldn’t help but feel his heart racing with excitement. He finally caught another reason to act his attraction towards you, with everyone else watching. When it was his turn to fulfill the dare, he took a deep breath and stood up from his seat. He could feel the rest of the group watching him as he made his way towards the woman.

The pinkette picked up a spoon and carefully scooped up some ice cream. He then made his way over to you, who was still blushing furiously, and leaned in close. The tension in the room was palpable as everyone held their breath, interested in seeing what would happen next.

And then, with a bold move, Sanzu knelt in between your legs and gently placed the spoon against your inner thigh, allowing the ice cream to melt and dribble onto the skin. You closed your eyes, anticipating the heat of his tongue meeting the icy sensation of the desert. And as you let it melt onto your skin, you could feel his pulse racing against his hands that kept your legs open.

The rest of the members are obviously enjoying themselves, sharing soft applauds to Sanzu and compliments to your body. Despite the initial embarrassment, you couldn't help but feel a rush of adrenalin as you watched the daredevil fulfill the bold request.

For just a brief moment, the world seemed to disappear, and it was just the two of you in your own private bubble. You could feel his breath in your core, his arms curled around your thighs, and for a moment, he thought that maybe, just maybe, he had given you a hint that he wanted to go all the way with you, on your own time and space. The tip of his nose merely pressed against your clothed clit as he finished the last drop of ice cream in between your thighs.

Afterwards, when the group had moved on to the next dare, Sanzu could feel your eyes on him, and he knew that something had changed within you. He knew that he had finally taken the first step towards his attraction.

˗ˏˋ Mikey - Act out your favorite position

Tonight, he found himself in a situation that was foreign to him, one that he had never experienced for himself before. Physical affection was not something that he was used to initiate nor display to others. It was not a part of his nature. But he knew that he had to set aside his facade of being a tough and ruthless man, even if it was killing him inside.

He took a deep breath, then turned over to the woman in question. He wrapped his arm around you for a moment, pulling you close enough to whisper into your ear, “You remember it, yeah? What we did last time…” He was obviously flustered, but his actions showed otherwise with the way he assertively held your waist and pulled you close, your bodies touching until you gathered the courage to straddle Mikey into the cowgirl position.

Mikey’s choice of position came as a shock to everyone present. The members of the organization were used to seeing him as a ruthless leader, someone who was always in control and never showed any weakness or vulnerability. But in that moment, they saw a different side of him, one that was softer, and someone who was willing to push outside their comfort zone. Mikey, for his part, was surprised by his own actions, and was a little embarrassed by the attention he received. But he also felt a sense of relief, knowing that he didn't always have to be the tough and ruthless leader, that he could be himself, even if it was just for a moment for fun.

You were almost unable to move, having Mikey’s hands planted on your waist and slowly rocking you back and forth. You could feel the bulge straining in his pants, pleased to know that the feeling of excitement and arousal is mutual. Everyone was flustered and quiet as the scene unfolds in front of them, raising suspicions that this had happened before (which it has). You couldn’t take your eyes off of Mikey with the way he tried so hard to stifle a whimper, throwing his head to the edge of the couch as you moved.

And then, as suddenly as it had come, the moment was over. The game had moved on, and Mikey was left sitting there, feeling a mix of emotions. A part of him wanted to hold on to that feeling, to explore it further and see where it might take him. But another part of him knew that he had a reputation to maintain, that he had to maintain his poise and composure for the rest of the night.

˗ˏˋ Kakucho — Passionately kiss the neck of the player on your left

He peeked as you drew this card, and he almost choked on his whiskey when Kakucho realized that he would be the one to receive the action from you. “I’m not doing it if you don’t want to.” You chuckled and prepared to pour shots as an alternative to the dare. “Where’s the fun in that? Go as long as you’d like.” Kakucho wouldn’t usually jump on something so daring on a normal day, but all the alcohol he’s consumed through the night definitely pushed him to encourage you. Sat in a manspread and arms spread over the couch, you sat on his right thigh and wrapped your arms around his neck.

He could feel the texture of your hair tickling the exposed skin of his chest, and the lingering scent of your perfume. He wanted to make a comment and praise how good you’re doing, but the words are stuck in his throat. You leaned forward, lips just inches away from Kakucho’s neck. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, finally feeling the soft texture of his skin on your lips. Kaku’s body tensed, his muscles clenched as he let out a moan. You pulled away for a moment, catching her breath and taking in the moment.

However, you weren’t satisfied with your first kiss before deciding to lean in once more. As you kissed him once again, you felt the warmth of his skin, the softness of his flesh, and the beating of his pulse under your lips. Seconds passed and you continued to enjoy the feeling of Kakucho’s body pressing against yours, feeling a sense of intimacy you didn’t think you had.

For the next few seconds, it seemed as though time had stopped altogether. The silence was punctuated only by the sound of his breathing and the hum of the card table's lights, with the occasional pour of liquor from the other members.

Kakucho tried so hard on pulling himself together with the way you sat on his lap, his fingers digging into the armrests of the chair, whilst he bit on his other finger, making it obvious to the rest of them that he’d grown particularly fond of this dare that involved extreme physical contact with you.

Despite the rest being lost in their own thoughts, Rindou put his shot away before having to practically scold you. “Alright, that’s enough.” Just when it seemed the awkwardness would never end, you pulled away., almost forgetting that you were in the middle of a stupid drinking game.

Flustered and marked with your love bite, Kakucho opened his eyes to very intrigued colleagues and a cute sight of you still sat on his lap. The rest of the game continued without a hitch, and the group moved on to other activities. But your memories of the enjoyable dare between you and Kakucho stayed with your minds long after the card game ended.

˗ˏˋ Ran and Rindou – do a body shot

They “come in a package” Ran said… It would only add to the entertainment of the game (and the person) if they both do the dare. So when they drew “body shots” with you, they instantly knew what to do. As a devout guest to their exuberant parties, you could say that this dare was customary for the three of you.

Ran and Rindou nodded, their expressions thrilled. They knew that this dare was going to be one they would never forget, but they were determined to get through it with as much dignity as possible being in their workplace.

You easily undid the straps of your shirt, revealing your bralette to the entirety of your colleagues in the room before making yourself comfortable on the couch. Takeomi approached with two shot glasses for each of the brothers. The cool glass makes contact with the skin in between your cleavage, then on your navel.

“Bottoms up,” He kindly spoke before letting the two executives scurry to you like pigeons. With a deep breath, both brothers prepared themselves for what was to come. They knew it would be potentially embarrassing, but they were determined to complete the dare and show their colleagues just how much fun they can have at the regular Haitanis parties.

Ran propped his legs on either side of yours, supporting his weight on your thigh, careful not to spill the shot glass on your Navel. Rindou was already flushed, his eyes half-lidded and his lips pursed in a drunken pout. "Do you mind?" he asked, his voice slightly breathless with anticipation. You nodded at him, knowing what he was asking without having to explain himself. As you tilted your head back, Rindou leaned in closer to the shit glass on your cleavage, his lips hovering near yours. The two of you were nearly nose-to-nose, and for a moment, it felt like you were suspended in time, ready to be kissed by Spider-Man himself.

“Shot!” Sanzu spoke and simultaneously, Ran and Rindou each took the glass with their teeth and leaned their head for a shot.

The warmth of the alcohol trickled down their throats, and a drop of the fiery liquid trickled down Ran's chin and onto your thigh. You couldn't help but let out a soft gasp, the tickle of it making you squirm. The three of you were all tangled together, united in a moment of pure hedonism. It was a sight to behold, one that both excited and humbled you at the same time. And as you looked from one to the other, feeling the warm glow of the alcohol spreading through your body, you knew that this was the main event of your evening, in the thick of the action, with these two wildcards.

And though the memory of that dare would always be a part of their recollection of the night, they were proud of themselves for pulling it off so gracefully and fun.

Sano Manjiro needs a hug

He’s so silly i love him😭😭