#GOD!!!!!!!

[lgbtiwtv]

[officialmiintee]

trafalgar law but 2x

[intotheelliwoods]

ahahahah whoops my hand slipped :3 ahhahahaha ow

[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."

[notthequiettype]

dew you need some tp?

[ourfag]

goddamnit this happens every time i watch the innkeeper. i keep hearing “aahh haaaaoooooohh” in my head at random intervals all day and it jabs at my tearducts every time

[rotato-potato]

me when I just cried my way through heartstopper season 3

[dumbthink]

i love when characters think in different languages or in ways that nadine can't (verbally) understand so they have to come up with different ways to communicate oh i am EATING THAT SHIT UP

[strlitetheatre]

SIGHS. OKAY

HERE WE GO AGAIN

[leslieseveride]

need another "you are in so much trouble" but like.... sexy. 😏

[allsortzofcrap]

i feel like for the rest of my life i will be walking around totally normal and then periodically, i will be absolutely brained with a metaphorical anvil falling off the side of a building that represents the absolute bafflement i have towards modern adaptations of sherlock holmes and their treatment of irene adler. bbc's most recent adaptation in particular.

im so sorry. please repeat. she was stupid u say??? and i'm sorry, IN LOVE with him u say??????

i'm a feminist so i think women are capable of being in love and also of being stupid. they can do anything they put their minds to ofc ❤️. but this is too far even for me.

it's just that i can't understand why you would choose to write a narrative that is more mysoginistic than the source material when the source material was written in 1891.

was it intentional? did they somehow not pick up on the implications? was it random?

i can't fathom it. it keeps me awake.

[twobrokenwyngs]

the way roman bounced back the moment it seemed like the three of them would be on the same side again, then deflated and turned so small when it became clear they were still rivals. the way they make each other so much stronger and that’s exactly why logan spent his life trying to keep them divided

[sexynetra]

Day 2 of trying to convince you to ride the DameRina train 🚂

Somehow didn’t get a notification for this but!!!!!! God look at them!!!!! TFW you want to be taller than your gf who’s over a foot taller than you and she indulges you

[mystical-one]

IN THE END THE LOVE YOU MAKE IS EQUAL TO THE LOVE YOU TAKE. IF YOU EVEN CARE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[unknownarmageddon]

a rumble in the earth and he knew he was there. wearing that expression he was fond of, with some kind of gift, judging from the eager pace of his scrambling steps.

he rolled over, the moss tugging free from the ground, from his joints, and the ground and the air and the world took a breath when he moved, parting from the ground to sit on his rear.

he was offering antlers to him again, and he accepted them, snorting softly.

there were new growths, from the ring of moss on his shoulder. perhaps it was time to pick them out again.

he skimmed his fingers over the surface of the lake, disturbing the pond life, sending the fish and tadpoles and frogs and waterbeetles darting away from what was, to them, drift wood dipping under the water.

get in.

water flew across the ground, rising higher, one foot, then another, then his body, and the short plants, the loose weeds were swept away in a shallow flood of lake water.

he doubted it would reach the forest line, and would just swamp up a good mile radius or so.

he flicked the drippy, fat blops of goo out of his way, the big mushroom cap nestling against the side of his spine, thin arms around his hips, and he got to work, picking lightly at the blanket of moss branching outwards from the source he'd planted in the other's grain.

the forest calmed around them. water sank into the earth. the birds sang again, fish nosing around the submerged limbs, nibbling at whatever was edible for them. he squirmed a few times, ticklish, and was scolded for it when water splashed too high again and drenched his precious cape of moss.

the evening sun was lovely that day.

-storytime anon

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