#BYE this is SO DISGUSTING IM SOF JRKEAG;NVRJKELAGNR

[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."