#ribbed for your pleasure?

[shig-a-shig-ah]

not really a thirst but a thot i’ve been having is that i’ve wanted to rub my pussy against shigaraki’s abs. thank you and goodnight bestie also ily and i hope you feel better soon <3

This is an endeavor worthy of learning the splits for. They’re so washboard for a reason :D

[vgilantee]

thinking about price’s monster can thick cock 🥰

thinking about monster!price’s 4” thick cock 🫠

@glossysoap @xxshadowbabexx i promise i’ll write bestiary entry for price soon but i’m just thinking about his cock rn

[undefeatablesin]

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[fizzarollitm]

ok its past sinday but some fizzy sexcanons because why not:

Oral fixation. He is a biter, a talker, a sucker, you name it. He loves eating out/sucking off his partner and is his go-to for a quickie. That said, you are in the Bite Zone so expect your thighs to be sore for awhile.

In the same vein, he loves marks from sex. This could be its own meta but he is so comforted by physical reminders after a good time. Will press on them after sex or even in public. Those matter to him as much as words (sometimes more so) as he works in a business where words are cheap.

Bleeds into his love of collars & personalized BDSM gear/outfits. First off, you have his love of being spoiled/bought things mixed with being given something physical that means that he matters to someone. He's soaked, have at him, anyway you want. You know the moment he quit he slapped that day collar too.

Size kink. We know. Clown car of a clussy that one. Loves just a good pounding. Turn his brain to dust kind. Literally blow his back out, he'll recover. LETS GO

Fave toys: Cute pink fuzzy handcuffs, crop, princess plug (duh), his monster dong for his monster strap, gags, funny themed gags, anytime he can combine being funny w sexy.

Sub drop is a reality of engaging in kink. For Fizz I think anything touching on degradation, body focus, and even some bondage can trigger a drop. It can also just happen after a scene. He cannot be left alone, be constricted under something heavy (blanket, body, etc), and tends to go surprisingly nonverbal. Food, his partner speaking, and some grounding tends to help but he'll likely be clingier the rest of the day.

[madaramepup]

Yeah, I stay polished I stay sleek. Come thru 😋

[sodrippy]

idk why but the idea of ducking into a national park general store to buy condoms is just so funny to me

[bcdwclves]

And Y E S,

before you ask,

he DOES have a flared tip.

[aceofshitposts]

Hit in the back of the head like a steel chair with this one

[mermaidsirennikita]

early reviews are in and they (I) say Tom Jones >>>>>>>>>>>>

[gruesomejack]

GhGNXHXHXBCV

Alex getting his hands around Rabbit's horse cock and having to take a second because he just definitely felt something cold and metallic on the underside. And when he looks up at Rabbit all he gets is a goofy smile and an "Oh yeah I forgot those were there"

[fizzarollitm]

.ok time to write down my own sex canons w fizz

After the accident he had some damage to his hips that needed to heal before he could even think about having sex. Even healed up, some positions are off the table because of his hips not cooperating.

Had some flings here and there (usually 3-6 months of fucking around) mostly to kill time. But as his fame grew, dating just became more of a chore than something he liked. Hard to hook up when the guy knew the ins and outs of your personal life while you barely remembered his name. Called off dating shortly after he signed w Mammon; still had the odd hook-up when the right face caught his eye albeit now w NDA. Mostly people "within the business".

Ran into Ozzie which hello did he do something to him. Is pretty blunt, " You're hot, want to fuck me into your mattress. " Who says pick-up lines have to be more than that ? I think they started screwing around in the gap between Fizz-Bots release and him working @ Ozzies.

They had fun, romps around the Lust factory, trying new kinks, and for Fizzy better understanding his own sexuality and learning that hey sexual attraction is supposed to make you feel good! Something that has been foreign to him since he got famous/grew up with some real shit examples of attraction. Also the first time he felt romantic attraction since Blitz since dating was such a shit show. Lucky for him, the feelings were returned.

Ok fine his kinks are: Bondage, (light) pain play, gags, restraints (gen), Daddy Kink (picky), pet play, worship, service top, overstimulation, SIZE QUEEN, sensation play, princess, ownership (esp when topping), bruising/marks gen, Ozzie

[ms0milk]

hymn to black water chapter nine: edited, queued, and long as hell

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[howlingwolf23]

Regular. Ribbed for your

pleasure

[usenramehere]

this needs no words

Sometimes Reddit is hilarious:

[s0dium]

Stalker

A/n: I hope you enjoy

Warning: Stalker!Gojo, dub con, fingering, pussy drunk Gojo, unprotected sex, peeping tom, male masturbation, breeding

As the strongest sorcerer alive, Gojo Satoru knows he should be the epitome of justice, the defender of what's right. So out of all people Gojo Satoru should know that what he is doing is wrong. Very wrong.

Yet despite this he cant help but be drawn to you, linger around you, stalk you. He finds himself drawn to the places you frequent, learning the rhythm of your life, memorizing the small details that make you, you. The coffee shop where you start your morning, the park bench where you read during your lunch break, the dimly lit street you walk down on your way home. In his mind, a narrative builds—a story where he is a part of your world, where his presence matters to you as much as yours has inexplicably come to matter to him.

For a time, Gojo convinces himself that he can be satisfied merely as a shadow in your life, lingering on the periphery, unseen yet ever-present. But as each day passes, witnessing your coworker's blatant glances towards you, Jesus, the short skimpy clothes you wear, the delicate balance begins to fracture. The urge to step out from the shadows and into the light is starting to grow to hard to resist.

The tension reaches its crescendo one evening as he watches from your window—a routine that has become his dark solace. You're preparing for bed, the familiar motions shadowed in the dim light. As you slip under the covers, a sudden sound pierces the silence: moans, soft and whining, drift through the air.

Are you, touching yourself?

Gojo freezes, his heart stuck in his throat. He doesnt know what to do. The sound of your moans cuts through the stillness, sending his heart into a frantic rhythm and hout blood coursing to his dick.

"Fuck." He groans, feeling his member strain against his black pants. His resolve is slowly snapping by the second. With a mixture of urgency and caution, he silently eases the window open and slips into the room.

Shit shit shit.

He approaches your bed, his breath is held tight in his chest as he takes in the sight before him. Your face is contorted in pleasure, lips slightly parted, a soft pant escaping them—each detail more intoxicating than the last. Under the covers your hand shifts, fingers moving back and forth. His heart hammers against his ribs, disbelief mingling with raw emotion as he realizes you're completely absorbed in your own world, unaware of his presence.

It's not until he looms over you that you finally sense another presence, snapping your eyes open to gasp, "Who are you?"

"Shhh baby I'm not here to hurt you I promise," Gojo whispers, a gentle yet firm assurance in his tone, "I'm here to help you okay? You can call me Satoru."

Confusion flickers across your face as you stammer, "What I don't—" Your instinct is to retreat, but he gently pins you down, his hands firm yet careful.

"It's okay, it's okay, baby," he soothes, his tone meant to calm and reassure you in the soft darkness.

Unsure why, you find yourself yielding to the comforting timbre of his voice, allowing him to press tender, feathery kisses along your chin.

"I'm gonna make you feel better better ok?" He hums and you're too engrossed in the feeling of his kisses on your skin that you barely notice he is pulling your underwear down your legs.

"Wait, i don't, this is-" you stutter but your words melt away as soon as you feel his warm touch on your stomach. Shit, you know you should resist, you know how wrong this is—a stranger in your room, touching you in such an intimate manner. Yet, there he is, devastatingly handsome under the shadowy caress of the night, his piercing blue eyes locking with yours, filled with an intensity that sends shivers down your spine. His voice, smooth and soothing, weaves through the thick air, and despite the alarm bells ringing in your mind, you're desperate for the relief he seems to offer.

You sharply gasp when you feel him slide a long finger between the lips of your cunt, collecting your juices before bringing them up to your sensitive clit.

"Already so wet aren't you."

Without a warning, Gojo slips a finger into your gummy walls and curls toward your belly button.

"M'Satoru!" You gasp. The foreign intrusion knocks the wind out of you and your hips instinctively buck into the air, your toe-curling from the sudden pleasure. You dont know it but Gojo is struggling to maintain his composure as well. The reality of your whines, the softness of your insides, surpasses even the wildest of his fantasies.

"This is bad baby, really bad, I don't think I can just touch you here." Gojo chokes out with a groan.

You dumbly nod, too lost in the pleasure to notice the unbuckling of Gojo’s pants. The pressure of his fat tip against your quivering hole is exhilarating and you can’t help but hold your breath as he finally pushes in. You let out a loud moan when you feel his tip smush against your cervix once he gets down to the last inch.

"Ah-Ah ah oh god," Gojo groans. He mentally curses himself that he could ever think his hand could replace the feeling of your cunt. "You feel good baby? Because I feel so good, you feel so good." Gojo is babbling now as he thrusts in and out of you.

You had no strength to answer him, only offering wanton moans in retort as he continued to wreck your body with his completely brutal thrusts. The pain of him hitting the tip of your cervix nearly every time mixed his messy kisses on your mouth made your brain grow light and fuzzy.

Gojo thinks that if there is a heaven, this is surely it. All those times watching you, following you home, fantasizing about this exact moment—none of it prepared him for the overwhelming reality of being inside you, of fucking you. He can practically feel your heartbeat sync with his, the sheer intensity of this connection he had desired since he laid eyes on you made him realize something he never did before; he needs you all to himself. forever.

Gojo uses you like his personal cock sleeve, shapes your insides and bruises your cervix until your entire body jolts with sensitivity; ripping orgasm after orgasm from you. His balls slap against your ass with every drop and he retracts his hips until the tip pokes out to admire the sheen dripping to his base before fitting himself back into your snug walls and spilling ropes upon ropes of cum into your womb

Your body trembled from the overwhelming hotness and he smoothed a hand over your bloating stomach.

“Shhh, take it. Take it all,” he crooned.