#and SO HELP ME if it's Foggy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[mxurelle]

synopsis: gojo helps you ride out your high by eating you out. cause why not?

cw: high sex, mentioned/implied drug use, oral sex, a slightly geeked out satoru. -18 dni.

wc: 1,765

“you must be absolutely fried, ain’t hear a thing i just said.”

you perk up against the wall, half-lidded eyes lifting up from the ground to follow the familiar sound of your boyfriend’s voice at your side. as your eyes met, your gaze instinctively narrowed to examine his face, gauging the look of mischief behind those rounded glasses he wore. you were high as all hell, no doubt about it. droopy eyed, excessively dry lips and parched throat, gravity weighing itself on you unlike anything you’ve felt before; aside from when you’re stoned.

“huh?” you bat your lashes, brows creased a look of iminiate confusion as you attempt to decipher his sentence. which worked, partially. “—so you aren’t? and don’t say it like that, makes me feel self conscious.”

gojo chuckles a delightful sound at your side and you lick your lips, an otherwise seamless ‘keke’ swelling a fluttering sensation to sit at your chest, traveling throughout your nerves before shooting down directly in between your legs. you click your tongue, displeased with how easy you’ve become, deciding to blame your alerted state of mine.

“my tolerance isn’t all that low, been there done that, though i only ever take part in this sort of thing unless i’m with you or suguru.” he explains beside you, blabbering off about god knows what at this point, presumably ignorant to the effects his voice alone has on you. you refuse to look his way, tired eyes focused on the bare wall ahead of you.

“wouldn’t that make your tolerance lower than mine?” you mutter to yourself, unaware of the fact you spoke aloud. you fold your arms over your chest, gulping down the lump in your throat as you stare ahead. or so you tried, your eyes were barely open, not to mention disinterested in an empty wall.

what you really wanted was your legs wrapped around his neck, mindless whimpers muffled against your throbbing cunt, echoing against your ears as you used his tongue to your heart’s content. not that you would say any of that, though.

gojo fell silent for a moment, piercing blue eyes poking holes through your side profile even behind the glasses. “eh, i suppose.” he shrugged, shuffling against the wall as he took a step closer. “how come i’m staring at half a face, hm? you shy now?”

“the fuck? no,” you immediately blurted out in a means to supposedly defend yourself, lips etching into a distasteful frown; resembling a mean mug with the way you do it. “i’m in deep thought. thinking, in simpler terms for you.” you were snappy in your response, masking what proved to be factual behind an attitude.

gojo hummed a response, his presence looming over your side as he drew closer. “look at me.”

you gulped once more, soothing an itchy throat as you angled your neck to the side, instantly met with the realization of how close he’d gotten. your eyes widened as a gasp caught in your throat, effectively startled. your mind began to race for a bit, the events of just a few seconds prior and the present moment meshed a foggy blur, you found yourself wondering how long the two of you had been standing there.

though, the heavy atmosphere packed with an intense sexual tension between the two of you quickly redirected your attention. an exaggerated ‘damn’ pulled from his lips as they quirked into a toothy grin, his hand lifting to gently tuck your hair off to the side. “your eyes are bloodshot red! it’s kinda cute though, i dunno.” he teased; and to which you swatted his hand away. being the only one baked out of your mind was already bad enough, but of course, who would he be if he didn’t tease you for it.

“you piss me off.” you leisurely shook your head, eyeing your boyfriend up and down, giving him the nastiest look to prove a point.

gojo raised a brow as his grin shamelessly deepened, visibly amused by your frustration. he moved in closer, as close as the two of your bodies would allow before his hands were wrapped around your waist, pressing your back against the wall. his lips morphed an ‘i’m sorry.’ against the heat of your neck, his nose nudged beneath your jawline as he drew in a deep inhale, followed by a relieved sigh as he shrunk against you. he’s always loved your scent, you knew that.

he peppered small pecks along your neck, quickly transitioning to open mouthed kisses as he traveled downwards, focusing on the area right above your breast. you nipped at your bottom lip, angling your head to the side as an invitation; permission to keep going. his teeth gently grazed your skin to serve as a warning, promptly bracing you before sinking into your skin, electing a sharp hiss from you.

your hand flew up to the nape of his neck, fingers gliding upward to clench around his white locks, holding him in place as your eyes fell to a close. though your efforts proved meaningless as he promptly pulled away, dipping down to praise your stomach with gentle kisses as he positioned himself on his knees.

you blinked down at him, squinting as your reddened eyes met with the air, your hands now resting at his shoulders. gojo made quick work of your shorts, tossing the article of clothing once you’ve stepped out of them. he then leaned forward, warm palms placed at each side of your hips as his lips hovered your clothed clit, pools of your arousal staining the fabric of your panties.

his tongue finally laid flat against your clit, and you panicked, yelping as if you’d seen a ghost. gojo pulled back to look at up you, startled by the tone of your exclamation.

“that!—wait, it feels weird. i can’t really feel it like usual, so are you sure you wanna keep going?” you huffed, half-lidded eyes searching for his. truthfully, you could feel it. it felt even better than usual, almost as if you took an aphrodisiac, and the intensity of it all freaked you out.

“can’t feel it?” he analyzed, brows raised as he gaped up at you. after a short pause he resumed the previous laps of his tongue, lathering the surface of your clothed cunt, collecting every inch of you on his tongue. “you can’t feel this?” he muffled against you, barely audible as he explored what felt like every bit of your pussy. even over your panties.

your left hand flew up to cover your mouth with a slap, a low, guttural moan muffled against your palm. your hips rolled against his tongue, sparks of pleasure erupting in jolts throughout your lower abdomen as you shivered. his hand slid beneath your upper thigh, lifting one of your legs over his shoulder and providing you with extra wiggle room in the process.

with your lack of an answer to his question he pulled back, replacing his mouth with his thumb, teasing your throbbing nub in circular motions. he lifted his gaze, exacting eye contact with you. “want me to stop since you can’t feel it?”

you sighed into your palm, the loss of his tongue leaving your soaked core vulnerable to the cold air. you slowly shook your head, sluggish in the motions, eyes silently pleading with his. his head titled to the side, gaze flickering away from your eyes to briefly glance at the hand clasped tightly around your jaw. “move your hand,” his index and middle finger gently pinched around your folds, shifting up and down. “c’mon, talk to me. tell me what you want.”

though you wish you had the resolve to be stubborn, you swiftly removed your hand as instructed. you took a shallow breath in, choked up halfway through as the pallets of his tongue pressed against your clit once more. “i—okay, i can feel it. please don’t stop.” you managed with a hiss, prodding fingertips digging into the flesh of your upper thigh.

gojo seemed content with your plea, swiftly pulling your panties to the side and ogling at the bare sight of you. his tongue dove in-between the heat of your folds, tracing the gape of your entrance before slipping inside of you. he groaned as you shamelessly clenched around the muscle, back arching off of the wall and further into the sensations, rutting your hips against his mouth.

your heavy breaths left rigid, the pound of your heart threatening to burst through your chest, fingers clasped a tight hold around your boyfriend’s hair. his eyes never left yours, drinking up and basking in the lewd expressions you’d make, eager to pull even more from you.

your head fell against the wall with a thump, tears swelling at the corners of your eyes, completely overwhelmed but in the best possible way. “shit, i think—i’m close. i’m gonna cum.” your fingers tugged at his hair, earning a quiet whimper from the man beneath you.

“go ahead, i got you.” he reassured below you, giving the flesh of your hips a gentle squeeze.

your hips stuttered within his hold, thighs enclosing around his head with a tight squeeze as you sobbed. overbearing waves of pleasure enveloped the heat of your body, leaving you knees weak, legs trembling as they tried their best to keep you upright. gradually, your hips began to move in unison with the motions of gojo’s tongue, serving as a guide as you rode out your high.

“satoru,” you called out without reason, allowing your back to slide down against the wall once gojo had pulled away to acknowledge your call. the sight you were met with was one you’d wish you’d seen sooner; disheveled white locks poking out in each and every direction, swollen lips glossed over with your arousal, a lovely flush of red spread along the bare skin of his neck and cheeks. if you hadn’t been so exhausted, another go wouldn’t have seemed so taxing.

you raised your hands to cup his cheeks, gently kneading as if he were a stress ball. “you um.. have my cum all over your face.” you cleared your throat, eyes beaming as you marveled at the sight, dumbfounded.

“mm, and you taste good,” he smiled, his palms slinking beneath the fabric of your shirt to caress the smooth surface of your skin. he traced small shapes with his index finger along your sides, unintentionally teasing as shivers shot up your spine.

“you okay? you look absolutely gone, but completely fucked out. it’s hot.”

“..goddamn freak.”

[kirbmey]

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you spent the whole friday with your stepbrother caleb, he took you to the mall and bought every single item you landed your eyes on— something that slowly became a habit at the end of the week.

you’ve noticed how he seemed unsettled, anxious when driving back home, something about the way you smelt, the way you hair fell down your back and the way your skirt hugged your body tightly was hard to ignore for him. caleb was trying to be patient with you, let things take a natural course, but there was only so much he could take. he was a man with needs after all.

the way you’d lick sauce off your mouth with that wet and pinky tongue of yours, blushing when he stared at you too intensely, the way you’d ask him to help you choose between dresses, having to witness your naked body inside the changing room. he wanted to play it cool, normalize your sister—brother relationship but it seemed his dick had a mind of its own.

how was he supposed to keep his hands to himself if you sat on his lap when looking for a movie to wrap up such a perfect friday? squirming while trying to find a comfortable position on top of his muscular and long legs. he could feel the fabric of your damn panties against the sweats he put on when stepping inside the house— if he tried harder enough he could smell a faint scent of sweat coming from your skin due to the body heat he emanated.

caleb just couldn’t do this anymore, couldn’t give you more time. he just had to place his feet flat on the ground while holding your hips, thrusting his own in a circling motion, the gasp escaping your plump lips another reason to keep going. your silky panties became wet and the friction was so much more smoother, grabbing your throat to push your back against his chest and pepper wet kisses all over your face, shushing you when questioning what he was doing— “ shh, pips, gege is just playing a little game cuz this movie is so boring. ” “ it’ll be a lot more fun, you trust me? ”

and of course you trust him :( letting your big brother manhandle you against the comfort of your bed, opening your legs wide to settle between them and take a look at the silky fabric, massaging your clit slowly. you were incredibly wet, but he needed it wetter. messier. his mind running foggy when the heat engulfing his balls became too much, having to take a second when his head started spinning.

he didn’t think about it and just took a bottle of cherry scented cream from your nightstand, pouring it over your stupid panties and his now free cock, moaning at the cold feeling. god, caleb knew he was even more sensitive than you, moaning louder than your vocal cords could allow you, starting to rut against your core with sloppy movements.

the softness of your unaware sighs pushed him to the edge, penetrating your pussy through the damp fabric, his glasses getting foggy and adding to the mush he had going on his fucked up head. — “ f-fuck, yes, yes… ” is all he could murmur, leaning over to spit in your droolly mouth and lick your parted lips :(

you (he) were like two puppies in heat who didn’t know how to get off, rutting against each other and spitting in your love—bitten lips, moaning harder against his when he turned you around, toying now with the hole you never dared to touch. — “ g-gege, nngh, not there ! ” “ shh, princess, take it . . . you’ll fucking love it. ” and so he fucked his cockhead into your ass, grabbing onto the fat of your hips.

hard, sloppy and wet.

it didn’t take long for both of you to come undone, his balls full of cum he had to hold on for the whole day, shooting warm white ropes against your back while your juices dripped all over the mattress, pooling underneath you, almost passing out against the soft and welcoming fluffy pillows.

you don’t even remember when caleb knelt behind you to lick your panties clean, spreading your pussy lips underneath the fabric with his thumbs as he fucked the cloth against you over and over with his tongue, not getting enough of the cherry taste. let’s say he edged himself over and over while you definitely passed out.

he waited long enough and now he would take you as long as he wanted . . . <3

[chrystal-ink]

Shadow x GN reader

Hot Shower

NSFW Minors do not interact

Content warning: Smut, reader has a vagina, vaginal fingering, hand job, penis in vagina sex, sex standing up, overstimulation, kinky-ass shit with the showerhead (i don't know how else to describe it lol) Note: please do not repeat any of these actions without proper safety measures use a non-slip mat or you will likely end up in the hospital.

you heaved a sigh as the hot water rushed down your back melting some of the stress away. it had been a hard day and you needed to wash it off before you could continue with your evening.

the pulsing mode on the showerhead hit your back lightly massaging the tension out of your shoulders.

as you were getting ready to rinse off and cook dinner you heard the front door open. Shadow must have come home.

"Y/N?" he called out.

"I'm up here" you called down "Just taking a quick Shower I'll be down in a minute."

before you knew it you heard the door to the bathroom open and shut.

"No need I need to clean myself off too" Shadow said taking off his gloves and stepping into the shower behind you.

he wrapped you in an embrace clearly exhausted after a long day.

You could tell he just got back from a mission his scent enlightening your senses.

"How was your day my love?"

"Exhausting, my boss keeps getting after my ass about the most minute details." you responded

"I'm sorry about that love, is there anything I can do to help?"

"Just existing helps honestly... and maybe a back rub"

shadow gave a low chuckle his sultry voice echoing throughout the room "I'm on it my love" he placed his hands on your shoulders and began gently massaging them.

you hummed in pleasure as he made his way down your back.

as he was massaging you he couldn't help but admire the way you looked, your bear back glistened as the water cascaded down making your fur look glossy, almost glasslike. beads of water stuck to your hair and ears like beautiful fragile pearls. the scent of your soap invaded his nose comforting him and drawing him closer into you. and then your beautiful humming soft and comforting, he wanted to hear you more and hear you shout his name in pleasure.

you had a stressful day after all, it was his duty as your boyfriend to help you relive some of that stress. and if he needed to use his body to do it than so be it.

"You missed a spot my love mind if I help you get it? and you can keep telling me about your day."

"sure dear" you responded a smile evident in your tone.

you began spilling about how your boss was annoying and venting about one specific co-worker who was a constant thorn in your side. all the while shadow detached the shower head from it holder bringing the pulsing water down closer to your back. he lowered the nozzle lower and lower down.

"and don't even get me started on Brenda she can be such a- such a" your breath hitched as you felt a warm pulsing sensation against your folds. looking down you saw that Shadow had moved the shower head between your legs the pulsing water tickling your folds drawing you into a state of arousal.

"Sorry love just want to make sure you're all clean, please tell me more about Brenda."

"Who?" you asked your mind growing foggy with pleasure

Shadow gave a low hum of approval "Good just what I wanted to hear."

Keeping the showerhead in place he moved one of his hands up to your chest grabbing a breast he gently massaged it bringing a moan to your lips.

your pussy clenched hoping to grab onto something but much to your dismay the water could not satisfy you, not the way that he could.

"Shadow mmm please I need smmore friction"

Shadow enjoyed the way your words slurred when you were getting pleasure, so he obliged removing the showerhead he put it back in it's place the water once again beginning to flow off the two of you.

he reached his hand around you teasing your entrance with the gentle brush of his fingers.

Of course he was teasing you now. you thought to yourself well two can play at that game.

reaching back your hand grabbed hold of his crotch his penis not quite out of it's hiding place yet just his tip poking out of his fur. which was all you needed to bring him to his knees.

swiping your thumb along the end shadow let out a yelp. you giggled as you repeated the action a low growl escaping shadow's lips.

with every small movement you made you coaxed his cock out until it sat heavy in your hand.

"still feel like teasing me love?" you asked playfully.

Shadow pressed a finger against your clit forcing a gasp to escape your lips.

"Always." he responded inserting one finger into you.

You squeezed on his cock forcing a moan to escape his lips.

"that's too bad"

you began slowly stroking his length the two of you moaning in tandem as he pressed his single digit against you he inserted his second and third finger as a plea for you to speed up which you accepted.

Shadow pressed against you walls with an urgent force it seams your actions had motivated him to please you correctly after all. you moaned as his fingers pressed against your sweet spot the pressure beginning to build up in your abdomen

you could tell Shadow was close too a whimper falling from his lips a silent request to let him cum inside you. you let go of his cock just as the tension in your abdomen broke cum mixed with the water dribbled down your leg.

before you could recover shadow turned you around and gently pushed you into the wall behind you knocking down shampoo bottles and soap in the process.

he plunged his lips into yours. His hips bucking against you begging for entrance his hand grabbing your waist promising to keep you steady you lifted you leg up wrapping it around his waist allowing a clear opening for Shadow's cock.

not wasting a second he inserted himself into you thrusting wildly against you screams escaped your throat, you hadn't had time to come down from your orgasm yet and the way Shadow was going at it was bringing you close to the edge once again.

Your fingers clawed against his back clinging to him for balance. Your actions only encouraging him to go faster once again building up the familiar tension in your core.

Your vision blurred as your mind grew foggy. your walls closing around him. fluids spilling out of your pussy as he pushed deeper and deeper into you, his cock creating a sweet pressure between your hips.

In a moment Shadow became all that you knew his cock became your lifeline with each thrust your walls grew tighter, his lips against yours was the only thing you wanted to taste for the rest of your life.

You were ready to snap once again. you called out for your lover wanting his permission.

"Go ahead my love I'm almost done."

You screamed his name as you orgasmed a few more thrusts from him and he spilled into you his cock slipped out with ease as all the fluids dripped out of you.

Shadow held you up as your knees went week too cock drunk to stand or do much of anything else. he cleaned you off and shut down the water.

he carried you to bed not bothering with putting you in your clothes. once you were tucked in he went to get you a snack and some water to help build up your strength again.

"Wait where are you going?" you whined reaching out for him.

"I'm just getting you some supplies to help you build up your strength."

"aww you always take such good care of me"

Shadow smiled at you before kissing you between your ears. "I always will"

[vilemorals555]

Give us a sam fic

❝KISS KISS, BANG BANG❞ — Sam Monroe.

contains: car sex, dirty talk, established relationship, porn with plot, p in v. both characters are above 18, obviously.

pairing: sam monroe x alt!fem!reader

note: my first smut, be patient with me i'm shaking.

SAM MONROE, despite his looks and attitude towards the outside world, was a gentle lover. He always took great care of you to his best abilities — buying you the band tees you've been eyeing for the longest time, surprising you with CDs of your favorite songs. The complete opposite of the man he turned into when he let his dick do the thinking.

Here you were, in the backseat of his beat up car at 2am in a parking lot. Nothing out of the ordinary for the two of you, teenage hormones and all. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of your ass, guiding your movements in a way that had you babbling barely coherent words.

"Feel s'good, Sammy." You mumbled. Poor you. It has only been around three minutes and he already had you drooling, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

Who could blame you? He'd been looking so him all day, and you were always very easy to please. His stupid Korn shirt, stupid eyeliner, stupid piercing. It drove you crazy.

"Does it, baby?" He smirked, voice low as his lips grazed your collarbone. Your black acrylics dug into his shoulders, his cock stretching you so deliciously. "You like it? Needy girl. Couldn't keep your hands off me all day."

Anyone who caught a glimpse of the car could put two and two together — the windows were foggy, and you weren't exactly holding back in any way. Your moans and whimpers mixed with his, bouncing off the interior.

"Faster..faster." You muttered, hands slipping onto the leather seat behind him instead.

"You want it fast? Say please. Use your manners, angel." He said, brows furrowed in mock offense. You had to hold yourself back from rolling your eyes.

"Please, baby." You whined, too impatient to play into his games, but too cockdrunk to protest. "Please."

"There's my sweet girl," He smiled. It wasn't like he wasn't going to comply. He was just as needy as you are, cunt so warm and tight around his cock like it was made for him. His hands came up to grip onto your hips, steadying you above him before fucking into you at a much faster pace.

He let out a soft groan, his eyes glued to the way his glistening cock disappeared into your pussy. It was a sight for sore eyes and he made a mental note to take videos next time.

"Fuck, Sam.." You moaned, brows furrowed in pleasure as you fought to keep your eyes open, just so you could take in the way his mouth fell open, the way his head rolled back against the seat.

"That's it, honey." He mumbled, nails digging into your soft flesh. "Louder. C'mon." To give you some encouragement, one hand slid down to circle your clit.

Hesitantly, but you obeyed. It was the middle of the night, no one was around to hear you, anyway. Strings of curses and his name fell from your puffy lips, driving him closer to sweet release.

"Shit, you're so good f'me. Don't stop, baby. Let me hear you, yeah?"

"So close, Sammy." You cried out, chest pressing against his. "Right there."

Your words urged him on, hands caressing your thighs as he littered your skin with wet kisses.

"I've got you, sweet girl." He whispered, cock twitching at the long moan that escaped your lips as you came, your body collapsing into his. He held you close, mixed juices dripping down from his balls onto the leather seat — but that was a problem for later.

He kissed your head, brushing a strand of sweaty hair out of your flushed face. "You alright, baby?" He asked quietly, arms wrapped around your waist.

You gave him a weak nod, swallowing before you mumbled a quiet "Yeah."

Sam just held you for a couple of minutes, comfortable silence filling the car as your heart rate slowed down to normal. He helped you fix your clothes, running his hands through your messy hair to make you look more presentable.

There was a sweet smile on his face, eyes full of adoration as he took a moment to study your features.

"You're beautiful." God, he was so in love with you.

[sunflowersandsapphires]

Can I request Matt and Frank with a neurodivergent reader who rocks to self-soothe when they’re overstimulated/anxious

Hello darling! Absolutely you can. I’m sorry it took me so long to respond, it’s been a WEEK. Wayyyy too many thoughts below the cut.

Let me just say, I think both Matt and Frank would be fantastic partners to someone who is neurodivergent. They both understand the constant frustration and sense of injustice and all that.

Matt

It would take a few weeks for Matt to even realize what you were doing, I think. He can hear the movement, but it wouldn’t really seem off to him, given how much time he spends with Foggy–who never STOPS moving.

Because he doesn’t have much experience with people who are neurotypical and not stressed beyond belief, he’s sort of used to people fidgeting and doing what they can to calm themselves.

I don’t think he would bring it up without someone else prompting. Maybe Foggy or Karen says something offhandedly, catching you by surprise. You hadn’t even noticed you were doing it at the time, swaying your weight to your heels and back to the balls of your feet, your body rocking with the movement.

“Don’t worry, sport! We’re coming.” Foggy laughed, shoving his arms into the sleeves of his coat as the four of you prepared to grab lunch.

You froze, suddenly regaining your self-awareness and immediately choking on a wave of embarrassment.

“Ready to go?” Matt’s voice startled you out of your stupor, making you jump

“Uh yes. Sorry.” The apology was instinctive, habitual. A symptom of perpetually feeling like your innocuous stims were troublesome for others.

“Why are you sorry?” Head tilting in the signature way it always did when he was concerned, Matt’s hand came to rest on your arm as he scanned you for evidence of harm.

“Nothing. We should catch up.” You murmured, hurrying out of Matt’s office to follow his business partners out of the building.

He’d let you deflect, but he’d set the thought in a special corner of his mind, privately vowing to bring it up at a later time.

After Foggy and Karen had escaped the pile of paperwork in the conference room, hesitantly allowing you and Matt to sort through it without them, he’d leap on the opportunity.

“Out with it,” The command is tender but stern, very classic Matt.

“Out with what?” Playing dumb worked sometimes, easier than an outright lie in front of a breathing polygraph machine.

“You’ve been biting your tongue since before lunch.” Apparently your go-to strategy wasn’t going to work this time. “What happened? Did I say something?”

The fear simmering below his concern caught your attention immediately. You had to answer now. “No nothing like that, Matty. I just..got in my head.”

“About what?” His wandering gaze is so earnest, you cave immediately. You tell him everything. The way you always felt different from those around you. The confusion and constant frustration when you inevitably misunderstood people. The pile of issues you had with various sounds and textures. The need to rock back and forth in place when you were nervous or overwhelmed, and the shame that forced you to stop when someone laughed or criticized you.

As always, Matt listens. Asks a question here or there, to help himself understand, but he seems to get it. There’s no judgement in his eyes, only total acceptance and a blaze of protective fury.

Once he knows about the stim, he would fiercely defend you in public. Scold people for staring and encourage you to do whatever you needed to do to feel comfortable.

Frank on the other hand would notice it VERY quickly.

This man is capital O Observant so he spots the rocking before you’re even together.

He has weird fidgety things he does too so he’s not judging whatsoever. He’s not interested in dissecting the root cause if it’s not hurting you or anyone else. So he jots it down in his mental notes about you and moves on past.

I think he’d also pick up on the soothing nature of it, notice that you seem calmer when you allow yourself to stim. So when he catches you in a bad mood or in a stressful moment, he’d pull you flush against his chest, one hand cradling your back while the other cups your head, and he’d rock the two of you together. (If you need to rock alone, he’d absolutely let you. But this personally would be nice for me so I’m including it lol)

If anyone ever commented on it, they’d find themselves on the other side of a MURDEROUS stare, urging them to quickly apologize and move on with their day

[yoongsriverandme]

jjk || nsfw // 1:28 A.M.

a/n: had a exhausting day at work today so this is very self indulgent thanks 😸

the gentle way jungkook held you deeply contrasted what he was actually doing.

your legs were spread wide, his thick, tattooed arms wrapped around your thighs, his head buried between them.

his hair sticks up in black tufts, and you pull on them when he delivers a particularly hard suck to your clit, your hips jerking against his chin.

"kookie!" you pant, tucking your lip between your teeth to hide your moans.

you had been so pent up after work, exhaustion weighing on your bones as you collapsed into the chair behind your desk.

your beautiful, sweet boy had gotten to his knees without you even having to ask, laying his head on your lap and staring up at you with his big boba eyes.

"let me help you." he had murmured, rubbing his button nose on the inside of your thigh. "please."

just like he did then, he gazes up at you, but you're not sure if he's actually concentrated on your face or not, because there's a certain foggy haze glazed over his irises.

his jaw is working overtime and you're sure that it hurts, but that doesn't seem to deter him, even when another gush of arousal leaves you; he just laps it up greedily.

you tremble when his tongue dips into your entrance, gripping him tighter.

'"good boy," you rasp, and your head falls back and sits on the headrest. "good fucking boy, koo."

jungkook's whimper shoots through your pussy and up your spine, your body wracking with a violent shiver.

he's sucking with renewed vigor, desperate to bring you to your climax. you can already tell he's hard as a rock, and you know that you be silly to not let the boy fuck you stupid.

"such a dirty mouth." you groan. "and it's all for mommy. god, i'm so lucky."

jungkook was beginning to shake, his licking bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm.

"breathe baby." you try to encourage, but he just shakes his head no.

there's really not much you can do when he gets pussy drunk like this besides just sitting there and taking it, and you feel that familiar warmth beginning to curl in your gut.

it brands you like a hot iron when it finally snaps and you cry out, back arching dangerously to the point to where it was almost painful.

he works you through your orgasm until you're whimpering in overstimulation.

he looks up at you with so much love it makes you almost sick with it.

you tug him towards you by the nape of his neck, and he goes obligingly.

you can taste yourself in his mouth and his face is soaked in your slick and it transfers onto your skin, but you can't bring yourself to care how with how eagerly he kisses you back.

"did i do good, mommy?" he whispers when you separate.

"you did more than good, koo."

he positively beams, and you've more than forgotten what had stressed you out in the first place.

⁘ preface: i only use bts as face claims! they are my muses, so anything they say or do, do not reflect their real life character!

© yoongsriverandme 2025-26

[blairxbear]

Hit with a Villain’s Sex Quirk & They NEED You NOW!

UA Part 1 / UA Part 2 / Pro Heroes / Villains

(All readers are aged up, UA students are now Pro Heroes)

They’re desperate, aching, and the only thing that can ease their suffering… is YOU

Featuring Aged Up: Katsuki Bakugo, Tamaki Amajiki, Hitoshi Shinso, Eijiro Kirishima, Mezo Shoji, Fumikage Tokoyami, Rikido Sato, Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu

Katsuki Bakugo

The second the quirk hits, he stiffens, his breathing ragged.

Heat floods his body, his skin burning, muscles tense as his fingers twitch.

At first, he tries to fight it. He grits his teeth, growling, his body shaking with need.

“The fck kinda quirk is this?!”*

When he sees you, though? His restraint shatters.

Storms toward you, eyes dark, pupils blown wide.

“Y/N… I need you. NOW.”

Doesn’t even give you a chance to tease him—his hands are on you immediately.

So desperate, so rough, so possessive.

“I don’t care what’s going on. I’m not waiting. I need you—NOW.”

Tamaki Amajiki

Poor baby is MORTIFIED.

Instantly flushes bright red, his body trembling as he fights the intense heat flooding his veins.

His entire body feels like it’s on fire, his mind foggy, his skin overly sensitive.

Covers his face with his hands, breathing heavily.

“N-No, this… I-I c-can’t…”

The moment you touch him, even just placing a gentle hand on his arm?

He shudders, whimpering, his breath hitching as his body reacts.

Tries to hold back, tries to be respectful, but he’s losing control fast.

“P-Please… Y/N… I—I need you… I can’t t-take it…”

Completely desperate, clinging to you, burying his face against your neck.

Hitoshi Shinso

Staggers when the quirk hits, immediately groaning as heat pools low in his stomach.

Tries to act cool about it, but his body betrays him.

His hands grip whatever is closest, his breathing getting heavier as his pupils dilate.

“Sht… this is bad…”*

When he sees you, his control completely shatters.

“Y/N… I need you. Right now.”

He doesn’t care where you are—he’s dragging you somewhere private immediately.

Voice is lower, raspier, completely wrecked with need.

“Please, don’t make me beg.”

Eijiro Kirishima

Gasps when the quirk hits, stumbling slightly as his body reacts.

His hands clench into fists, his breathing ragged.

At first, he tries to shake it off, grinning nervously.

“Ha… ha… wow, uh… I think something’s wrong…”

Then it gets worse. The ache deepens, and suddenly, nothing else matters except YOU.

Finds you as fast as he can, panting, his hands shaking as he grips your shoulders.

“Babe… I don’t think I can—”

His usual restraint is GONE. He’s all needy, desperate, primal desire.

“Please, I need you. NOW.”

Mezo Shoji

The second the quirk hits, he stiffens, all six arms trembling as he gasps sharply.

His entire body feels like it’s burning from the inside out.

His self-control is legendary, but even HE is struggling.

His hands grip the nearest surface, fingers digging in as he fights to stay upright.

“I… I don’t know how much longer I can…”

When he sees you, everything clicks.

His instincts scream for you, his restraint slipping as his entire body begs for relief.

Slowly approaches, his voice strained and breathless.

“Y/N… I need you.”

Fumikage Tokoyami

Dark Shadow immediately panics.

“Uh, boss? You okay? You’re looking kinda… HOT.”

His whole body is tense, shuddering with need as he struggles to stay composed.

His usual calm demeanor? Completely shattered.

Grips onto the nearest surface, his breathing heavy and controlled.

“This… this is unbearable…”

When he sees you, his control is gone.

Dark Shadow snickers. “Ohhh, I see what’s happening. You need your mate, huh?”

You barely get a word in before he’s pulling you close, his voice low and urgent.

“Help me, Y/N. I need you.”

Rikido Sato

Groans immediately, his entire body stiffening as the quirk washes over him.

His hands clench into fists, his breath coming out in short, shaky gasps.

He’s used to handling intense physical strain, but THIS? This is a whole different challenge.

His body feels heavy, hot, aching for you.

When he finally finds you, he grips your waist tightly, his forehead resting against yours.

“I— I don’t know how much longer I can hold on…”

Completely desperate, pressing himself against you.

“I need you, babe. Right now.”

Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu

Grunts when the quirk hits, shaking his head as heat floods his body.

His entire body aches with need, and he groans loudly.

“O-Okay… this is… wow, this is bad.”

Tries to act tough, but he’s struggling.

His steel skin is practically radiating heat, his fingers twitching at his sides.

The moment he sees you? He sprints to you, grabbing your wrist with a desperate grip.

“Babe— I NEED you. Now. Please.”

His usual competitive nature is gone—he’s completely at your mercy.

[hello-hellraisers]

30 reasons why good girls won't cum

Because you said so

Because my pleasure is important.

Because you are a needy leaky mess who has no control… 

Because your pleasure is my pleasure

Because female orgasms don't serve any biological purpose. 

Because being kept denied and needy helps keep our brains mailable

Because being kept wet let's you use me at any moment without resistance 

Cuming, especially without permission, makes us lose interest in pleasing you

Being denied helps keep the rest of your body sensitive 

Edging prolongs pleasure and keeps us on the edge and willing to do anything for you

Any sensation to our pussies well denied is amplified 10,000 fold

Hearing us be needy in anyway is entertaining to you

It's our job to be entertaining to you in whatever way you see fit

Edging and denial helps keep our brains foggy and stops silly thoughts from entering 

Not cuming saves any we do get as a special occasion and reward 

It makes you laugh when you put us on display at how much is already leaking down our thighs 

Or when you inspect our hole and just sliding in makes disgusting wet noises 

Good girls do as they're told, no matter what the order is 

Only men and bad girls are allowed to cum

Overstimulation from not cuming makes the sounds we make even more sweet and entertaining 

Being told no for even asking, even if we're begging sounds so much sweeter than yes

Cuming ends in punishment 

It's sweeter to hear us to beg to touch

Our pussy and orgasms don't belong to us, so why would we be the one to decide what or when things happen to them 

Our leaky pussies help not only lube our pussies but our ass as well

Being needy makes even the lightest of touches intense 

It helps remind us of our place

It takes more self control to not give into pleasure

It's unfair that men cant cum as my times as woman can

Because your command is law

I did this well edging. Like your only your fucktoy, my brain to got foggy writing and pushes me close to the edge a few times. I think it all makes sense...

Thank you for letting me write this list Mr. M

Good Girl.

Now you know, you shouldn't deserve it.

It will be pretty hot if you have written on the page with your handwriting, signed it up and kept your wet panties beside it. Won't it? Something classy and extremely hot. Well you can still do it. Take the things to next level. L

There are two types of whores. One who daydreams about fantasies and the other who lives it. You gotta look at yourself in the mirror and decide which type you wanna be.

You did the first task. So it is an impressive start. Well that's why you got a good girl.

[twilight-deviant]

worst part of DD canon

Karen CONSTANTLY putting herself into situations she cannot defend against, forcing other characters (men) to rescue her or die protecting her. Cool, cool, cool. Reinvent the damsel in distress trope but call it feminism because she subverts expectations by proactively putting herself into these circumstances, instead of them just happening to her.

I wish they had better plans and follow-through for the Hand.

DD (especially the series) is so famously grounded in realistic, street-level violence. But since it still exists in the Marvel universe, yes, there IS going to be overlap with the extraordinary and supernatural. And the Hand IS a Daredevil creation, as well as being a constant antagonist for him in the comics. I think it's perfectly natural they would come up in the series, and I think (absurd as it might seem) they could have worked if done right.

But they teased too cryptically in S1 (when they could have been laying a little more groundwork maybe). Then S2 came along and they gave too much all at once, cramming in a lot to: share time with the Punisher storyline and try to set up The Defenders. It very suddenly became "both feet in." I think they should have planned the release a lot better. I also think they could have.

Sorry, I'm very post-S2 rewatch right now. I know I'm not saying anything new. Most people feel this way. But I see a lot of those people say they shouldn't have done the Hand at all. No, I think it's fine. Matt is not some Amish superhero who has no contact with the world around him. Even the series itself starts off post-alien invasion thwarted by a god and other enhanced individuals. Matt exists in a smaller scale of that, but he still exists in it. Having the Hand is fine. They just needed to do it right, with better/slower build-up. (They also never reeeeally explained the Black Sky or "Substance" that keeps them alive.)

[atoriv-art]

silly fashion swaps

[valeria-sage]

Guys. I’m in love. These are some small, quick exercises for people who are bed-bound. It’s linked, but for anyone who doesn’t want to read it:

Hands, Shoulders, and Arms

Shrugging Shoulders

This exercise works best when it is done while sitting down. Shrug shoulders in a way that the shoulders reach the back of your head. It is best to repeat it 5 to 10 times a day.

Palm Stretching

To do this, open your palm and extend your fingers for a few seconds. Try to extend as much as you can until you feel a stretch. Now, touch your thumb with each finger individually. Repeat the same for both hands.

Arm Raises

A very simple exercise is to raise your left arm as high as you can above the head. After repeating it five times, repeat this five times with your right arm.

Now, raise your left arm again in front of you and then change your arm five times. These are called forward arm raises.

Now, for one of the best bed exercises for arms, raise your arm straight out to the side, this is called lateral arm raise. Do it one by one for each arm. If you have the strength, then do this for both arms at the same time.

Arm Crosses

For this, move your arms to the sides until you feel a minor stretch. Now, bring the arms closer to each other in a way that they pass each other in a cross.

Neck

Head Rotation

You can do this while sitting. You need to tilt your head to one side and then rotate it 360 degrees gradually. Repeat the exercise from one side and then repeat it in the reverse direction.

Head Turns

For this, you need to turn your head slowly from one extreme to another. Stretch your head in a way that you feel extreme tension on the side of the neck. Repeat this five times a day and increase the number of repetitions every few days.

Leg, Ankles, and Feet

Leg Rotation

To perform this, keep one of your legs still. Move the other leg to the outer side, a little away from the first leg. Bring it back again and repeat it for the same leg several times. Now, do the same for the other leg.

Ankle Rotation

For this one, extend your legs while sitting down or lying down. Now, raise your leg slightly above the surface. Rotate your ankles clockwise and anticlockwise. Do this at least five times each.

Toe Bends

While lying down, flex your toes when you point them. Stretch the toes outwards and then inwards, towards yourself.

Ankle Bends

Bend your toes in a way that they are pointing towards the ceiling and then backward.

Full Body

Hip Raises

To do this, you can lie down on your back and raise your lips slightly from the bed. You need to keep the hips in the air for a few seconds before you bring them down.

[stiffyck]

Can we talk about how Karen definitely has some sort of PTSD because you can't just wake up one day with a knife and bloody hands and a dead coworker on your carpet one and then be fine. You don't get arrested and then almost strangled to death while in custody and be fine. You don't get kidnapped and threatened and then kill someone in self defense and be fine.

Oh my god can we PLEASE talk about Karen and her trauma oh my GOD.

[oh-cramity-its-amity]

i love having out of context notes in my writing journal of dumb dialog i thought was funny. i really should use this for something but WHERE.

willow: "you're supposed to help the customers. not insult them"

amity: "what would you rather me do then? make out with them?"

*magically spawns luz*

[constelco556]

Matt: I live for Foggy and Foggy only

Foggy:

Foggy: By now, I think he should be dead-

[thedevotionaltour]

even for period typical ableism it still drives me nuts for karen to go oh poor matt how can he deal and get around as if he hasn't been blind most of his life at this point and living on his own by himself as an adult for his entire adult life after college and has also lived in the city his whole life like girl use your damn brain he can get around by himself just fine. good god. like take five seconds to use your brain. literally adult man who lives by himself if nothing else that should tell you he is fine and when he needs assistance has the knowledge and ability to go get it you act as if he can't even walk on the sidewalk by himself. he literally shows up to work by himself. it drives me up the wall sometimes how she sees proof of him functioning fine independently literally witnesses it on the daily and still thinks these things. like again foggy isn't great either bc again the period typical ableism (and just general ableism in the world outside of this period as this is a common attitude of viewing disabled people as helpless and unable to function even if they are people who do live independently (and im not touching on people who do need extra support and caretaking in this context. as this post is about these characters in the context of a story. so im talking about what we see there instead of any truly meaningful nuanced way) but the writing here is like. Particularly this way due to the time) he has a modicum more of understanding that matt is literally a capable grown adult man. literally told karen matt is a big boy who can handle himself and then karen went b-b-but you forget he's blind as if foggy hasn't known him for years of his life and is his best friend like PLEASE SEE HIM AS AN ADULT. I AM GOING TO GO INSANE. PLEASE RESPECT HIM IF YOU LOVE HIM SO DEARLY. AND EVEN IF YOU DIDN'T. JUST RESPECT HIM AS A PERSON!!!!!!

[sexiestsex]

i know it depends what you're resting from and all that but I'd really like to hear about it! I feel like I'm running against a wall with all my strategies and everything I'm trying is counter productive and leaves me more stressed and in pain. So i just want to know what helps other people.

Please give me your How To Have Energy.