This Is How That Scene Went Right

A short crossover comic I did to celebrate reaching 1k on another platform (almost 1k on here too omg???) it was posted in two parts hence the “to be continued” but DAMN this took forever! So cool to see it all together!!

Cock Block

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synopsis: from what she could tell, Joel didn’t mean to be as annoying as he was. But after all, he was a father through and through, and what is a father if not a massive cock block? (18+ themes ahead!)

pairings: ellie williams x reader

Ellie was a decent romantic when she wanted to be—she knew you liked star gazing, knew you liked a bonfire, knew that one time when she and Joel were out on patrol and found a bag of marshmallows and something called ‘pre-made s’mores,’ and knew that the face you had made when she had offered a ‘s’more’ and then tried it was a face so beautiful she never wanted to forget it. 

So naturally she planned a whole night. Just you and her, a bonfire in Joel’s backyard, a blanket, some slightly stale s’mores, and the comfortable knowledge that Joel would be out with Tommy and Maria until well past midnight. 

She had been so excited, her hands up your shirt, un clipping your bra as your own hands tangled in her short hair, her lips moving hungrily against yours. Your breath hitched as she trailed her kisses lower down your jaw and neck, her fingers dancing along your waist, the warmth of the fire flickering across her flushed skin. 

And then—

CLANG. 

The sound of metal dropping against concrete shattered the moment. Ellie froze. You froze. Both of you turned your heads just in time to see Joel, standing awkwardly by the back door, a set of tools spilled out at his feet. 

“The hell are y’all doin’?” He asked, raising an eyebrow, and Ellie swore under her breath. 

“What the fuck are you doing?” She shot back, scrambling to sit up and subtly smoothing down your shirt. 

Joel scratched the back of his neck, entirely oblivious (or just choosing to ignore) the murder in Ellie’s eyes. “Tommy’s got a busted sink. Though I left my wrench set back here.” He bent down, picking up the tools one by one. “Didn’t mean to—uh—interrupt,” 

“You always interrupt,” Ellie muttered. 

Joel paused, looking up with that signature dad squint. “What was that, young lady?” 

“Nothing,” Ellie mumbled, running a hand down her face. 

Joel finally gathered his tools, gave you both a nod, and disappeared back inside. The second the door clicked shut, Ellie groaned, collapsing onto your lap. 

“I swear to god, he’s got some sixth sense for this shit,” she whined. “He wasn’t even supposed to be here!”

You giggled, running your fingers through her hair. “Maybe he just wanted to make sure we weren’t burning the house down.” 

Ellie peeked up at you, deadpan. “Yeah? Well, the only thing on fire here is my frustration.”

——————————

You and Ellie had been curled up on the couch, a rare moment of peace between the two of you with patrols and chores. A movie—one of the few that Ellie liked—played in the background, but neither of you were paying attention. Ellie’s hands were resting dangerously low on your hips, your lips against her neck, trailing soft, open-mouthed kisses that sent shivers down her spine. 

She exhaled sharply, tilting her head back to give you more access. “Ellie,” you murmured, gripping her tank top and tugging her closer. 

“Yeah?” Her voice was low, breathy. Her fingers started sliding beneath the waistband of your jeans—

The front door creaked open. 

“Ellie?” 

You practically leapt off the couch, the two of you scrambling to look as normal as possible. Joel stood in the doorway, taking off his jacket, completely unaware of the moment he had just ruined. 

Ellie gritted her teeth. “Joel.” 

Joel furrowed his brows. “What?”

Ellie forced a tight smile that he definitely could tell was painfully not real. “Didn’t you say you were going to the bar?” 

“Yeah, but I forgot my hat.” He walked right past you both, grabbing his old, worn out stupid cowboy hat from the kitchen table. “Y’all are actin’ weird.” 

You cleared your throat, cheeks burning. “Nope. Just—watching a movie.” 

Joel squinted at the TV, where a paused scene of some Star Wars movie was frozen on the screen. He hummed, clearly not convinced. “Your aunt know you’re out here messin’ around?” 

“Yes sir,” You said with a mock salute, and he nodded, not saying anything as he adjusted his hat and headed back out. 

The second the door closed, Ellie buried her face in her hands. 

“This is a curse,” she muttered. 

————————————

It had been an exhausting day—long patrol back weather, and a particularly nasty clicker encounter. By the time you and Ellie got back to Jackson, all either of you wanted was a hot shower. 

Ellie, being the ever-so-generous girlfriend, had offered to let you go first. But the second you stepped into the steaming water, she apparently decided that waiting was overrated. 

“Mind if I join?” Ellie’s voice called through the bathroom door, a teasing lilt to it.

You barely had time to register what was happening before the door creaked open and Ellie stepped inside, a wicked grin on her face. “Saves water, y’know. Gotta do our part for the environment.” 

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop the way your heart pounded as she started pulling off her shirt, eyes roaming her toned torso. “Uh-huh. Despite the climate change problem being solved by the world ending, that’s very responsible of you.” 

She winked, stepping toward the shower. “Just doing my civic duty.” 

Her hands were on the clasp of her bra when—

Knock, knock, knock. 

“Ellie, you in there?”

Joel. 

Ellie let out a strangled groan. “Are you serious right now?” 

The door handle jiggled, and Ellie yanked her shirt back on in frustration. “What, Joel?” 

“You left your damn jacket on the porch. It’s rainin,’ and I ain’t about to have you gettin’ sick.” 

Ellie pinched the bridge of her nose. “Joel, I do not care about my jacket right now.” 

There was a long silence. 

“You, uh… you decent?” 

Ellie turned to you, her expression pure suffering. You just bit your lip, suppressing a laugh. 

“Yes, Joel. I’m decent.”

The door cracked open just enough for him to toss the damp jacket inside before it shut again. 

“You’re welcome,” Joel called before his footsteps faded down the hall. 

Ellie just stood there for a moment, hands clenched into fists at her sides. “I swear to god—”

You patted her arm sympathetically. “We have the worst luck.” 

She let out a dramatic sigh, climbing into the shower behind you. “This is beyond luck. This is divine intervention.” 

——————————

It had officially become ridiculous. 

Ellie was done playing it cool. Done brushing it off as bad timing. Done with the constant interruptions. 

So when she finally managed to get you alone in her room, with the door locked, no patrol duties, no chores, and no Joel anywhere in sight—she took full advantage. 

She had you pressed against the bed, her lips moving feverishly against yours, fingers slipped up the hem of your shirt.  You moaned into her touch, hands gripping her hoodie as she pressed you impossibly further into the mattress. 

Fucking finally. 

And then—

Knock, knock, kncck!

Ellie froze. 

Your eyes widened in horror. “No. No way.” 

“Ellie?” 

Ellie let out a guttural, borderline inhuman noise. 

“I swear to god, Joel, if you—”

“You left the lights on in the kitchen,” Joel called through the door. “Electricity ain’t free, kiddo.” 

Ellie pulled away from you, running both hands down her face. “We live off hydroelectric power—it is free.” 

There was a brief pause. 

“You better not be doin’ anything stupid in there.” 

“Joel,” Ellie growled. 

You bit your lip, trying not to laugh as Joel continued. 

“You got protection, at least?” 

“OH MY GOD.” Ellie practically launched herself off the bed. “Joel, we can’t even get pregnant!”

Silence. Then, Joel muttered, almost to himself—

“Knowin’ you, I think a miracle could happen.” 

Ellie gaped at the door, hands raised in pure, unfiltered exasperation. “You are literally, clinically insane.” 

“Just sayin’.” 

Ellie banged her forehead against the door. “Do you have some plan to make sure I get no action until I’m forty!?”

“Alright, alright. Y’all be safe.”

His footsteps retreated down the hall. 

Ellie turned back to you, looking completely, utterly done. You just stared at her, then burst into laughter. 

“This isn’t funny,” she whined. 

“It’s very funny.” 

Ellie flopped onto the bed beside you, staring at the ceiling. “I’m moving out. I’m gonna build a cabin in the woods. No dads allowed.”

You grinned, leaning over to kiss her. “I’ll visit.” 

She turned her head to look at you, eyes softening just a little. “…you better.”

—————————————

Ellie got some action next Thursday at 3:43 p.m. while Tommy and Joel had gone out on a fishing trip. When you found Ellie’s journal opened to a page with a sketch of your face, you saw it read; ‘mmmm, sweet victory! Pussy never tasted so good!’

im a wreck. The house was empty when she got back.

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you simply just dont get the hype😔

if anything yall are werid

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nerd!choso who is so unknown at school that people go, “who?” when he’s mentioned. you’re pretty sure that only five people knew who he even was.

nerd!choso who is most definitely the president of some club like chess or dead poets society. he saw you at the club fair and fell in love

he thinks he went to heaven when you approach his table at club rush. yuji, although not in chess, was helping choso recruit people since his poor brother was too shy to talk to anyone. you go up to your friend yuji, making small talk with him.

“i’ve never played chess, yuji”, you giggled

“my brother can teach you!”

you glanced over at choso, not even noticing him at first. he was.. pretty. not pretty as in a way your friends would giggle at you when they saw you in a new outfit, not pretty as in the comments you got under your instagram post, but he was a natural beauty.

yuji had to snap you out of it. of course he noticed though, the way you two looked at each other.

nerd!choso who teaches you how to play chess, not letting the two other members of the small club play with you.

nerd!choso who helps you study, helps you carry textbooks, and helps you with midterms and any exams you have.

nerd!choso who has a nosebleed when you give him a small peck on the cheek when he finally confesses to you after months of pining for you.

you two had been studying in his dorm, comfortable with each other as your head was leaning against his shoulder as you two relished in each other’s presence.

“i like you.”

“oh! i like you t—“

“no. i like you.”

you turn to him. a small smile creeping onto your face. you didn’t say anything, only pressing a short kiss on his cheek. he immediately freezes up, his hands turning clammy and sweaty.

“i—uh..”

then, a trickle of blood comes from his nose, dripping onto his cupid’s bow.

“oh my god, cho!”, you gasped as you jump up, running to grab a tissue from his nightstand where he also kept a picture of you two and a bottle of lotion

you leaned in, wiping his nose attentively. as you chide and nurse him while mumbling, choso can’t help but stare down to take a peep at your tank top. he could see the valley of your boobs and the top of your bra. he choked, letting out a startled gasp before his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

he knocked out cold on the spot

nerd!choso who keeps a special picture of you in his wallet. he’ll be at his chess club meetings, at lectures, out with his family, and he keeps a hand on his wallet, knowing you’re in there.

the picture was a polaroid he took with your camera, your eyes were just out of frame but he could see a portion of your fucked out face, his cum dripping from your mouth and splattered on your cheeks. you were completely naked and sprawled out on his bed in his childhood home

it was almost funny how a hot goddess of a girl was naked, covered in his cum, and sprawled out, pussy on display on his old lego ninjago bedsheets.

nerd!choso who dedicates every single one of his orgasms to you. if you were with him, he’d find a way to cum inside you. in your mouth or your pussy, he’s find a way inside. of course, he’d also opt for cumming on your tits or on your face, he wasn’t greedy. but what he really wants, is to cum inside your cute little ass! he’s too shy to ask, of course, but the day would come eventually

if you weren’t here though, he’d pull up his personal secret album for you, filled photos and videos with shots of under your skirt, through the crack of your bedroom, from your window, when you just walking around with a tank top. he loved it all.

but his favorites were videos you’d allowed him to take while he was fucking you from the back or in missionary. he loved watching them on repeat, never getting bored of them. after a while, he gained the courage to show you as well.

you checked your phone to see a notification from your boyfriend and gasped when you opened it.

it was an image of the picture he kept of you beside his bed, covered in his semen. in the corner of the photo was his hand wrapped around his throbbing cock.

‘i miss you 🖤’

Jinx in the parallel universe appreciation post

all of these ate bro

a masterlist of my unofficial attempt at this year's kinktober event. 25 days of kinky x reader love. all fics are 18+ in nature, so please, mdni. hope you enjoy, please remember to like/reblog your favourites, and I'd love to hear your thoughts :)

Note: almost all the reader characters are afab. their relationships with stolas and angel are qpr within the larger poly!dynamic. husk and blitz serve as the hinge in these dynamics. individual fics will note which ones feature gn!readers.

colour coding: huskerdust | husk | blitz | stolitz

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day one: breathplay

day two: titty-fucking

day three: mirror sex/body worship

day four: balcony sex

day five: lingerie

day six: phone sex

day seven: sleepy sex

day eight: shibari/sex toys/overstimulation

day nine: handjobs/public

day ten: nipple play/temperature play

day eleven: massage/blowjobs

day twelve: keep quiet/formalwear/semi-public/gags

day thirteen: cream pie/cum eating

day fourteen: heat sex/breeding/touch starved

day fifteen: pegging/anal/praise kink

day sixteen: mutual masturbation/camshows/sex tapes

day seventeen: handcuffs/blindfolds/marking/flogging

day eighteen: free use/authority kink/daddy kink

day nineteen: cockwarming/in the workplace

day twenty: size difference/monster fucking/thigh fucking

day twenty-one: voyeurism/dry humping

day twenty-two: bath sex/thigh riding

day twenty-three: knotting/hand kink

day twenty-four: face-sitting/spanking

day twenty-five: aftercare

We love depressed dads beating up a bitch for their little princesses

༻behind the screen༺

♡ pairing. gojo x fem! reader (au you're coworkers)

♡ summary. when a late-night swipe on an anonymous dating app leads to a sultry phone call, you think it’s the perfect way to escape your work stress—especially your infuriatingly smug coworker Gojo Satoru. but when the man on the other end starts sounding eerily familiar, secrets slip out.

♡ contents. 18+ MDNI, smut, phone sex, mutual masturbation, praise kink, dirty talk, satoru is pining over you.

♡ wc. 3k

♡ a/n this was a request! it became longer than i anticipated hehe. but i had fun writing it nonetheless 💕

Gojo Satoru was used to being in control. Whether it was at work, in social settings, or just walking into a room, he was the guy who turned heads, the one who made people laugh, the one everyone gravitated toward.

Confidence was his currency, and he spent it lavishly. But around you? His brain seemed to malfunction entirely.

It was infuriating, really. He could charm anyone with a single smile, yet you—you—barely spared him a glance. And when you did, it was usually accompanied by a glare sharp enough to cut glass.

But you didn’t hate Gojo Satoru—hate was too strong a word for someone as maddeningly smug as him.

What you felt for him was more akin to the annoyance of stepping in gum on a hot summer day or spilling coffee on your favorite blouse. He was a constant presence in your life, always hovering with his stupidly perfect grin and those ridiculous quips that made your eye twitch.

And yet, to him, you were an enigma. You didn’t fall for his charm, his playful teasing, or his self-proclaimed ‘devastatingly good looks,’ and that made you a puzzle he was desperate to solve.

At first, he chalked it up to frustration. No one had ever resisted him the way you did, and it had to be a fluke. Then, the realization hit him like a freight train: he didn’t just want your attention—he wanted you.

It was a big, messy crush, and he had no idea what to do about it. Gojo Satoru didn’t pine, for god’s sake. So, he acted indifferent.

Unfortunately, his strategy was… suboptimal.

Relentless teasing. Sarcastic remarks. Even the occasional ‘accidental’ brush of his hand against yours. None of it worked. Instead of pulling you closer, it only seemed to cement your belief that he was a certified pain in the ass.

Case in point: last Friday in the break room.

“Still no boyfriend, huh?” he’d asked with a smirk, leaning casually against the door frame as if he hadn’t been plotting that line all day. “Guess guys just don’t appreciate all that… sarcasm. Or is it the constant glaring?”

The flash of irritation in your eyes was immediate and searing. He regretted it the moment the words left his mouth, but instead of apologizing, he doubled down with a cocky grin. That was his defense mechanism—smugness as a shield.

You didn’t even bother to dignify him with a response. You stormed off, brushing his shoulder while your heels clicked against the floor as he stood there, internally kicking himself.

Now, as you lay in bed on a random Tuesday night, those words played on repeat in your head. It wasn’t because they hurt—of course not. But they lingered, burrowing into your thoughts like an itch you couldn’t scratch.

Was that cocky ass, right? No… you could get a boyfriend… if you wanted to.

The thought made you scowl, your finger aimlessly scrolling through your phone as the glow of the screen illuminated your face.

“God, who cares what he thinks…” you groan, tossing your phone aside. But the moment you did, it buzzed, and the glow of an ad caught your attention.

A dating app. Anonymous. Discreet. Perfect for someone who wanted validation… without the strings.

“Why not?” you mutter, tapping the download button.

You didn’t expect much. Maybe a few shallow conversations, something to pass the time and make you feel less… undesirable.

Fuck it.

༻♡༺

Gojo Satoru slouched on his couch, one arm draped lazily over the backrest while his other hand flicked mindlessly through his phone.

The TV was on, some senseless drama he couldn’t care less about playing in the background. It was just noise, really—something to drown out the thoughts he didn’t want to entertain. Thoughts of you.

“You’re sulking,” Suguru’s voice cut through the haze, casual and smug as always. Satoru barely looked up as his best friend wandered in from the kitchen, a beer in hand.

“I don’t sulk,” his thumb swipes with more force than necessary, and the pout tugging at his lips, said otherwise.

Suguru snorted, plopping down beside him and cracking his beer open.

“Sure,” he said, leisurely taking a sip. “So, what’s your deal this time? Another tragic failure to get her attention?”

Satoru’s eyes flick up to glare at his friend, but the effect was less menacing and more petulant. He looks back at his phone, refusing to dignify that with a response. Still, his pout said everything Suguru needed to know.

“It wasn’t a failed attempt…” he grumbles after a moment. “She reacts… just… the wrong way…”

Suguru’s brow arches is amusement as he takes another sip of his beer.

“Lemme guess… she glared at you. Again.”

Satoru was silent, staring at his phone like it might provide him with a more dignified answer, but eventually, the admission slipped out, quiet and begrudging.

“Her glare is cute…”

Suguru doesn’t miss the soft pink dusting Satoru’s cheeks, and his eyes roll so hard it’s a miracle they don’t fall out of his head. He sets his beer down with a sigh, leaning back to rest an arm along the back of the couch.

“You’ve got it bad, man. Just confess already.”

“I can’t,” Satoru’s sigh is so dramatic it could’ve won him an award. He drops his phone onto his chest, staring up at the ceiling like it holds the secrets of the universe. “She totally hates me.”

“She doesn’t hate you,” Suguru counters. “She just thinks you’re an idiot, which—let’s be real—you kinda are.”

“Wow. Thanks,” Satoru said flatly. “Your support is truly heartwarming.”

Suguru shrugs, unbothered as always. He grabs his beer and takes another sip, eyeing Satoru like he’s both a lost cause and an endless source of entertainment.

“Y’know what your problem is?”

“Oh, please. Enlighten me,” Satoru stretches his legs out on the coffee table.

Suguru sets his can back down with a decisive clink.

“You overthink things with this girl. Maybe you need a distraction. You oughta download one of those dating apps everyone’s obsessed with. Blow off some steam.”

“A dating app?” Satoru’s nose scrunches in disgust, like Suguru had suggested he take up competitive bird watching or something.

Suguru, unperturbed, reaches over and snatches the phone off Satoru’s chest with zero hesitation. “Yep,” his fingers fly over the screen. “You’re clearly incapable of doing this on your own, so I’m doing it for you.”

“Wait, what—”

“There.” Suguru shoves the phone back into Satoru’s hands, grinning like a man who’d just solved world hunger. “All set.”

༻♡༺

That was how Satoru found himself lying in bed, staring at the app now loaded onto his phone—the bright interface practically mocking him.

A dating app? Seriously?

He was Gojo fucking Satoru. He didn’t need help in that department—if anything, people practically threw themselves at him.

And yet, here he was, thumb hovering over the ‘Get Started’ button like it was some kind of nuclear launch code.

“This is so dumb…” he mutters to himself, running a hand through his snow-white hair. But the alternative—sitting here alone and thinking about you—was worse. Much worse.

With a resigned sigh, he taps the button. The setup was painless enough, and he will admit that the app’s anonymity piqued his interest. No names, no faces, no preconceived notions—just bios and conversation. A refreshing change from his usual routine.

But once he started swiping, reality set in.

The profiles were… bland. Painfully so. If he had to read one more line about someone who ‘loves hiking and tacos,’ he was going to throw his phone across the room. Plus, the conversations he’d had were dull at best and unbearable at worst. Small talk wasn’t his thing, and most people just couldn’t seem to keep up with his wit.

Satoru was about five minutes away from deleting the app when your profile popped up. It was short, clever, and witty—his kind of humor. Intrigued, he swiped right and shot you a message.

Hours slipped away like water through his fingers. The conversation flowed so easily it was almost surreal. You didn’t tiptoe around him or try to impress him—you met his sarcasm with your own, and every jab you threw only made him want to know more.

The two of you talked about everything—movies, terrible music recommendations, the absurdity of office politics. The way you called out corporate nonsense had him laughing so hard he had to put the phone down to catch his breath. He couldn’t remember the last time someone made him laugh like that.

God—you were funny, sharp, and quick on your feet in a way that reminded him of—

Nah…

It wasn’t you. It couldn’t be. The universe wasn’t that cruel—or that kind.

He groans, tossing his phone onto the bed and rubbing a hand over his face. His mind was betraying him again, spiraling back to you like it always does.

‘You need a distraction. Blow off some steam.’

Maybe Suguru was right. Maybe he needed a distraction. Something—anything—to get you out of his head.

As his phone buzzes with a new message, his gaze drifts back to the screen.

still there, or did I scare you off?

A slow grin spreads across his face. Whatever. Whoever you were, you had his attention. For tonight, that was enough.

Still here. Hey, can I be honest for a sec?

mmm… depends. how honest?

He smirked, typing quickly.

Well, tbh I’ve been having a tough time. Got it bad for this coworker. Total knockout, but I’m pretty sure she thinks I’m an idiot.

He hits send before he can talk himself out of it, watching the little ‘delivered’ icon appear. Your reply comes after a brief pause.

yikes… sounds complicated.

He chuckles, already typing again.

You have no idea... anyway, I figured I could use a distraction. And if I’m gonna distract myself, I’d rather do it with someone who can actually keep my interest.

There was a beat of hesitation, and then he boldly added:

Wanna have phone sex?

This time, the pause stretched longer. Long enough for him to wonder if he’d blown it. But then, his phone buzzes again.

fuck it... why not?

Grinning like a kid on Christmas morning, he hit the call button through the app. The line rang once, twice, before clicking.

“Hi…” your voice greeted him softly.

“Hey princess,” he drawled. “Thought I might’ve scared you off.”

“Oh… no,” you said, a soft laugh escaping you. “But I will admit, you’re straight to the point, aren’t you?”

“Always.” He leans back further, his free hand trailing lazily over his stomach. “Why waste time, right? Life’s too short for tiptoeing around.”

Ironic, considering how he seemed to do nothing but tiptoe around you—his coworker—at work. You—who always had him second-guessing himself in ways no one else ever could.

However, this wasn’t about you. This was a stranger—right? A voice on the other end of the line. That was all.

But as you laugh through the phone, he closes his eyes, letting the sound settle over him. It was nice… and familiar. Too familiar.

No.

He was imagining things. Again. His brain was playing tricks on him, twisting your voice into something it wasn’t. There was no way it was you.

“So,” he said, steering the conversation back on track. “You’ve done this before?”

“Not really,” you admit, voice dipping slightly. “Actually… no. Honestly, I haven’t. This is my first time.”

His grin widens—the cocky edge returning to his tone.

“First time, huh? Well, you’re in luck. I’m an excellent teacher.”

You let out another soft laugh, nervous but sweet, and it sends a jolt of heat straight through him. What the hell is wrong with him tonight? Your voice—soft, familiar—it feels like a melody he’s heard before.

“Is that so?” you ask, breaking his train of thought.

“Hmm? Oh… absolutely,” he said, shaking his head with a smirk. His fingers drummed against his thigh as he forced himself to focus. “Just relax, princess. Let me guide you.”

“…okay,” you whisper.

He exhales slowly, letting the tension drain from his shoulders as he shifts lower on the bed.

“Now… are you laying in your bed for me?”

“mhmm…” you hum softly.

“Mm, good girl,” he murmurs. “Alright, tell me—what are you wearing?”

“Just… an oversized shirt,” the hesitation in your voice makes him grin. “Nothing else.”

“Yeah?” his hand trails down to the waistband of his sweatpants as he closes his eyes. “That’s perfect. Makes it easy to imagine my hands slipping underneath, right up to that pretty pussy of yours...”

Your sharp inhale crackles through the receiver, and the sound sends a thrill straight to his cock.

“Do something for me,” he begins palming his growing bulge. “Run your hands down your thighs… nice and slow. Tease yourself the way I would.”

There was a beat of silence, and he held his breath, waiting. Then, he heard it—a faint shift in your breathing, followed by a soft, shaky exhale. It was subtle, but it was enough to tell him you were doing exactly as he asked.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, his own hand slipping beneath his waistband to wrap around his cock. It twitched eagerly in his palm, already hard and aching as he imagines you following his instructions.

“…you touching yourself, sweetheart?”

“Y-yeah.”

The word trembles on your lips like a secret only he’s allowed to hear, and his grip tightens on his cock as he begins to stroke himself slowly—matching the rhythm he imagines your hand moving in.

“Good girl,” he purrs, the sheets rustling beneath him as his hand glides across his length. “Now slide your fingers inside that tight little cunt… nice and slow.”

Your soft moan spills through the line, and his hips buck involuntarily at the sound—his hand moving faster.

“Fuck… love hearing those pretty little sounds” he groans as his thumb swipes over his tip, slick with pre-cum. “How many fingers are you using?”

“Two,” you gasp as the word breaks into a moan.

“Add another,” he commands, almost a growl.

You hesitate for just a moment, but then your breathy whimper crackles through the line, and he hisses through clenched teeth, his dick twitching eagerly at the sound. But somehow, without meaning to, his imagination betrays him.

He pictures you—his coworker. Fuck, why couldn’t he stop thinking about you?

You—head tipped back; lips parted as your fingers work you open—his cock throbbed eagerly at the mental image.

Fuck… this was supposed to be a distraction, not fuel for his already out-of-control infatuation. He groaned, annoyed at himself but powerless to stop, and his strokes grew faster, more desperate as he surrendered to the fantasy.

“Haa… that’s my girl,” he praises, eyes fluttering shut as his hips buck into his hand desperately. “Stretch yourself for me. Make yourself nice and ready for my cock… nngh… wanna fucking fill you up, princess. Make you take every inch.”

Your soft, choked moan crackles through the phone, and it unravels him further. His strokes grow faster, more erratic—his free hand gripping the sheets as he chases his release.

“Bet you’d look so pretty,” his hand becomes a frantic blur as he loses himself to his fantasy. “All spread out and dripping for me. Taking my cock like a good girl… haaa… gonna fucking stuff you full as you cum all over m’ dick.”

“Fuck… m’ cumming,” you gasp, and as your broken cry crackles through the receiver, it sends him careening over the edge.

“Fuck… yes, good fucking girl… haaa—m’ cumming too.”

He pumps his cock, hips jerking as thick, hot streams of cum spill over his hand and onto the sheets below. His breath hitches in his throat, and before he can stop himself, your name rips from his lips, raw and guttural, a desperate cry he couldn’t contain.

Through the phone, your own gasping breaths mingle with his—the faint sound of your release trembling through the line. Then, for a brief moment, the world was quiet, save for the shared rhythm of your breathing as the two of you come down from the high.

Until, reality set in.

Fuck.

He blinked up at the ceiling, his free hand raking through his hair as his brain scrambled to process what just happened.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

He felt like a goddamn asshole. He’d just moaned someone else’s name—your name—while he was supposed to be with someone else.

What the hell was wrong with him?

But then, you laughed—a soft, breathless sound that broke through his spiraling thoughts.

“That was… fun,” you said warmly, slightly teasing. “But, um… how do you know my name?”

His stomach dropped.

“I… what?” his voice cracked slightly as panic clawed its way up his throat.

“You said my name,” you reply, a curious lilt to your tone now. “I don’t remember telling you my name. And, you know, the app is supposed to be anonymous…”

It hit him all at once.

The voice that had been haunting him, the one that felt so painfully familiar, the one he’d convinced himself couldn’t possibly be yours—it was yours.

“Shit,” he muttered under his breath, his heart pounding in his chest as realization washed over him.

“Wait…” your tone shifts from amused to sharp. “You sound familiar. Like… Gojo?”

His stomach flips, dread pooling in his chest like ice water.

“Uh…” He froze, his mind scrambling for something, anything, that could salvage this disaster. “…hi, princess?” His tone was a weak attempt at his usual cocky charm—it fell flat. “Didn’t expect to find you on this app…”

There was a beat of silence, and then, like the idiot he was, his mouth moved faster than his brain.

“Sooo… still no boyfriend then, huh?”

My princess with a disorder🥹

Also heres the full list of maladies by popular request