samulogy

[samulogy]

there’s a special place in hell for college students who’re freeloaders. posts are slow because men get on my fucking nerves and expect me to carry them throughout the semester

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wait i realised you don’t take requests im so sorry forgive me for the earlier prompt thing if that’s too specific

it’s fine, babe. the one you sent in wasn’t too specific to the point where i’ll consider it as req, so it passes as a prompt 🤍

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im begging for you to make a drummer bakugou based on that "i hate attention" video on tiktok of the girl on his lap

⊹ ᡣ𐭩₊⋆ divine agnes ! the coincidence that i also saw the video on my feed just as i was reading this ask. a bit suggestive, though not full-blown smut. fem!reader ♡

this was the part of the show everyone waited for.

it had started as a half-serious joke during rehearsals, but now, it was a signature moment—where the band performed shirtless and invited fans onto the stage. it was chaotic, but the fans loved it—always ate it up. every. single. time. katsuki, ever the showman despite his usual preference for controlled chaos, played along because, hell, why not? it wasn’t like anyone would hinder his ability to play the drums anyway.

tonight, as dunce face—their lead guitarist—went off stage and picked a handful of lucky fans onto the stage, his eyes locked onto you.

you stood out, not because you were screaming or jumping like the others, but because it felt like you were anticipating what is to come. a black, skin-tight dress that clung to your curves, highlighting the physical attributes of your chest, the stage lights making the fabric shimmer in a way that made katsuki’s throat feel dry.

before he could second-guess himself, he stood up, walked towards you—past eijirou and hanta, who were getting to know some of their chosen fans—and met you halfway on the stage.

“c’mere, princess,” he called, his voice rough but somehow carrying over the background music. “you enjoyin’ the show s’far?” bakugou took your hand—warm, steady—and guided you over to where his drums were and sat you carefully on his lap.

“you okay?” he asked, his voice low enough that only you could hear over the music.

you looked down at him, smiling in a way that sent a slow burn through his chest. “yeah. i—yeah,” you whispered, unsure of what to say.

“relax, i ain’t gonna bite you,” he chuckled, letting your arms search for a place to ground yourself without feeling too awkward and uncomfortable. “hold on to me, yeah? wouldn’t want you fallin’ for someone else.”

katsuki barely had a second to brace himself before getting back into the rhythm. his hands moved on instinct, drumsticks striking with practiced precision, his legs pumping the pedals without missing a beat.

which was when he realized the problem.

his legs were moving.

you were sitting on his lap.

and every time his foot hit the bass pedal, every slight motion of his thighs—you moved with it.

you had your hands on his shoulders, gripping them lightly for balance, your pretty, sparkling nails pressing into his skin—he was sure it’ll leave a mark (good). every shift, every flex of his muscles beneath you made your body press just that much closer, and—fuck.

your dress.

that damn dress.

his eyes kept flickering down, catching glimpses of smooth skin, the curve of your chest barely restrained by the neckline, and the way the fabric clung to your waist. it was a distraction in the worst way possible, his brain fighting between focusing on the setlist and the fact that he had a gorgeous girl practically grinding on him in front of thousands of people. that particular friction had his mind reeling from thoughts, his pants suddenly feeling tighter from the straining of his throbbing cock.

you didn’t seem fazed at all, though. you were smiling down at him, completely unaware of the way his jaw had locked, how he had to dig his heels into the stage to stop himself from reacting.

“you look prettier up close,” you say, sultry whispers close to his ear that had katsuki huffing shortly.

this girl, fuck.

he forced himself to keep his cool, to rely on muscle memory to get through the song, but every little movement—it was practically humping at this point—sent another spark of heat racing through him. his fingers tightened around the drumsticks, knuckles white with the effort of keeping himself under control.

the worst part?

you were enjoying it.

not in a teasing, intentional way—but you were clearly having fun. there was nothing forced about the way you laughed when the crowd cheered, nothing fake about the way you met his eyes and grinned like you belonged there, like you knew exactly what kind of effect you had on him.

he almost fucked up a beat. almost.

katsuki never messed up during a performance, even if he’s had a hundred girls on his lap before, doing the same thing you were, but you were making it damn difficult to keep his head in the game. the exception above all to all of this.

and just as suddenly as it started, the song was over.

he helped you off his lap, graceful as ever, and for the first time in his life, katsuki found himself staring at a girl as you thanked him before you walked away—not because he was annoyed, but because he wasn’t ready for you to go.

before you disappeared into the crowd of fans being escorted off the stage, he caught your wrist, his fingers brushing against your skin.

“you liked it?” he asked, forcing his voice to sound steady, even though his heart was still pounding for an entirely different reason than adrenaline.

you tilted your head, considering. “i don’t really like too much attention,” you admitted. then, with a playful glint in your eyes, you added, “but… i wouldn’t mind if it came from you. in more ways than one, pretty boy.”

then you were gone, melting back into the sea of fans with your friends.

katsuki exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair, trying to shake off the lingering heat crawling up his spine. suddenly the cold air of the place gave him chills, as if he hadn’t been shirtless for an hour and a half by now. he was about to turn back to his drum kit when he noticed something.

a small, folded note is sitting on his stool.

his name was scrawled on it, and when he opened it, he found a simple message—and a phone number. maybe you’ve expected this from the very beginning.

his lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smirk but not quite anything else either.

tonight just got more memorable for him.

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Bakugou answering a phone call as he’s getting fucked 👉👈

⊹ ᡣ𐭩₊⋆ divine agnes ! luv this one. m!reader ♡

katsuki really needed to get his shit together.

he had been staring at his ringing phone for a solid minute now, his fingers trembling as he reached for it, barely managing to hit the answer button before his body jerked involuntarily. his head is spinning, and all he could think about is—

“fuck—”

“bakugou?! what the hell, man? where have you been?” eijirou’s voice rang through the speaker, sharp with worry. “you haven’t shown up to work all week! we thought you got kidnapped!”

katsuki bit back a whimper, his head pressing into the pillows, jaw clenched so hard it ached. his body was burning, shaking, stretched, and full, and you—you were still moving.

slow.

deep.

deliberate.

you chuckled against his skin, lips brushing over his ear. “c’mon, ‘tsuki,” you murmur, rolling your hips—to the point that katsuki could feel the tip of your cock pressing so deep inside him it feels suffocating, making him shudder.

“talk.”

he sucked in a breath, forcing his voice steady. “the fuck are you guys so worked up for?”

“dude, are you serious?!” denki cut in, his voice high-pitched with panic. “you vanished! no patrols, no reports; your agency said you took a leave without even telling us! what the fuck is going on?!”

katsuki barely heard him—barely processed anything past the slow drag of your cock inside him, the unbearable heat curling in his gut. he tried to stay still, tried to keep his breathing even, but you were fucking impossible, pressing wet kisses to his jaw, hands gripping his hips, holding him down and taking your time, like you had all the patience in the world.

“‘tsuki,” you whispered, your voice dripping with amusement, fucking him just right—the way he wanted you to.

katsuki actually whimpered this time around.

he pressed the mute button on his phone, his whole body jerking, his thighs trembling. “you fucking bastard—“

you laughed, biting down on katsuki’s shoulder, sucking a mark into his skin. “go on, baby,” you told him, voice thick with mock sympathy. “answer your little friends.”

katsuki was gonna kill you.

he took a shaky breath, unmuting the call. “i’ve been busy,” he gritted out, his voice dangerously close to cracking. “what the fuck do you want?”

“busy doing what?! you never take this many days off, man; we were about to file a missing person’s report!” eijirou, bless his heart, sounded genuinely distressed. “are you okay? where are you?”

you thrust your hips forward. katsuki choked. all the words that were left on his tongue died out.

his hand flew to the mute button again, teeth sinking into his lip, his whole body tensing as you continuously abused his sweet spot. “shit—fuck—“

you smiled, pressing a lazy kiss to katsuki’s neck. “careful, ‘tsuki,” you purred. “don’t wanna get caught, do you?”

katsuki shook, his fingers digging into your arms, trying—desperately fucking trying—to hold himself together. “stop moving,” he hissed.

you continued your ministrations, rolling your hips in a slow, deep thrust that had katsuki thanking the gods to have given him a man to provide him such pleasure—even if it meant growing addicted to your cock snug in his ass.

“hm, no.”

“bakugou?!”

his eyes snapped open.

shit. shit.

he still hadn’t answered.

katsuki fumbled to unmute again, barely managing a “i’m fine!” before you snapped your hips again, forcing a broken gasp from his lips.

“…dude, are you sick?” denki asked, suspicious. “you sound—like, really weird.”

katsuki clenched his teeth, murder in his eyes as he glared at you. “i said i’m fine,” he growled, but it barely sounded convincing with how breathless he was.

you licked a stripe up his neck, grinning against his skin. “if you mean fine as in fine that you’re still clenching around my cock, then by all means, you’re right, ‘tsuki.”

katsuki hit you.

you just laughed, your thrusts slow and deep, making sure katsuki felt every inch of you.

“listen, man,” eijirou sighed. “just—just let us know if you need anything, okay? we’re here for you. just… don’t disappear on us like that again.”

katsuki barely managed to hum in response before you snapped your hips hard, and katsuki had to slap the mute button again, muffling a wrecked sob into your shoulder.

“you should thank them for worrying about you, baby,” you tease, your voice mocking as you thrust even deeper, making katsuki keen.

“be polite.”

katsuki’s hands shook.

he was going to kill you.

…right after he let you stuff him full again.

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➵ giving pro hero!shouto his first head. m!reader

shouto had never really thought about it before.

sex, desire—those things had always been secondary, distant, something he never put much focus on. his life had been too structured, too controlled, too centered around training and expectations to leave much room for anything else.

it was just a passing thought, then suddenly it wasn’t.

and now—

now, you’re on your knees in front of him, eyes dark with something unreadable, hands splayed over shouto’s thighs as you lean in close.

shouto’s breath hitched. his fingers twitched at his sides, unsure of what to do, where to put them, or how to handle this. he knows you would never hurt him on purpose, but still.

“relax, shou,” you muttered. “you’re tense.”

shouto swallowed hard, biting the urge to let out a soft whimper. “this—this is—”

you tilt your head, waiting. “this is what?”

he opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

but he wanted it.

and you knew that.

knew it from the way shouto had gasped under your touch, from the way his hips had jolted slightly when your fingers brushed over the obvious bulge through his pants when you just got out of the shower.

“you’ve never done this before, have you?”

shouto exhaled sharply, shaking his head as his fingers curled into the sheets beneath him. and that’s cute, isn’t it? shouto gets to give you all of his firsts. kiss. sex. everything he gets to experience with you.

you chuckled. “god, you’re adorable, baby.”

he flushed.

“shut up.”

“make me.”

then—

your hands moved, slow and deliberate, undoing the button of shouto’s pants, pulling down the zipper. shouto’s eyes are probably burning holes through your skull at this point from how hard he was looking. it was really happening.

your fingers curled around his semi-hard cock, warm and sure, and shouto shut his eyes at the sensation. you gave him a few experimental strokes, your nail slightly digging into his sensitive tip—and shouto was arching his back from the simple stimulation.

“fuck,” he whined, voice tight. “g—gentle . .”

you hummed, amused, before leaning in, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the head of his cock. it’s long, warm, and well-trimmed—as if he was anticipating this. shouto’s whole body jerked.

and then—

hot.

wet, overwhelmingly hot, as you took him into your mouth, tongue flicking against the sensitive underside, lips wrapping around his cock in a way that sent sparks down shouto’s spine. shouto could no longer swallow his moans, his hands flying to your hair before he could think better of it.

hot and cold.

because shouto just now remembered that you had a tongue piercing. god—the cold metal ball gliding along his cock was too much—shouto could just cum like this.

you made a pleased noise, encouraging, before sinking lower, taking more of him in, your fingers gripping shouto’s thighs to hold you steady.

shouto’s head tipped back, breath ragged.

you were—

god, you were good at this. too good. like you had done this before—of course, you had probably done so, like you knew exactly what would make him come undone at your mercy. shouto didn’t even realize he was shaking until you pulled back slightly, looking up at him through your lashes.

“look at you,” you chuckled, thumb swiping over the flushed head of shouto’s cock. “so worked up already.”

shouto glared down at you, but it was ruined by the way his breath stuttered when you licked a slow stripe along his length, flicking your tongue back and forth his tip—and shouto swore he saw stars dancing in his vision.

“a—mmngh . . y/n, wanna cum, please,” he begged sweetly, tears appearing in his beautiful face.

“don’t worry, baby. i always have you, yeah?”

then—

you took him in again, deeper this time, until shouto’s mind blanked completely. if he became addicted to the feeling, it’s most certainly your fault.

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you opened my eyes with that oral fixation with hawks. I NEED MORE PLEASE

⊹ ᡣ𐭩₊⋆ divine agnes ! glad you loved it, darling. here’s a lil’ more of the spicy bits of keigo helping former!villain reader to overcome her cigarette addiction then maybe a more specific oneshot and hcs later on ♡

keigo was exhausted. keigo was exhausted, but he could never deny you anything you asked for.

his body ached, his head was foggy from back-to-back missions, cleaning up every trace left of your existence to steer clear of the hero commission’s radar, and all he wanted to do was sit down for five minutes without someone calling his name.

but the second he stepped through the door, you were already on him. hands fisted into the collar of his jacket, pulling him forward without hesitation. your lips crashed against his before he could even breathe, a familiar desperation laced in every movement.

and just like always, keigo let you.

he barely had time to drop his keys before his back hit the wall. you kissed him like you were starved for it, like this was something necessary, like if you didn’t do this now, you’d spiral. your fingers curled tighter into his jacket, your body pressing against his as if trying to pull the exhaustion out of him and replace it with something else.

keigo barely managed a chuckle between kisses, his breath already uneven. “you—mmh—miss me that much, huh?”

you didn’t answer.

didn’t need to.

you had that same restless energy you always did when the need got bad, the same way your hands twitched when you couldn’t reach for a cigarette—or when he found your secret stash under the cabinets. and keigo had already told you—if you needed something else, something to replace the habit—

you could have him.

and, god, did you take full advantage of that.

keigo had barely been home for five minutes, and you were already kissing him like you were making up for lost time, like every second wasted without your lips on his was unbearable. a crime.

and truth be told?

he didn’t mind.

not at all.

he slid his arms around your waist, guiding you toward the couch because he already knew how this would go. you would kiss him until the edge of your antsy cravings dulled, until your body stopped aching for the feeling of smoke filling your lungs. and by the time you finally stopped, hawks would be too dazed, too comfortable, too tired to keep his eyes open.

maybe even have your mouth occupied by his fingers, sucking greedily on them.

and sure enough, before he knew it, he was sinking into the cushions, your warmth pressed against him, your breath still a little uneven.

distantly, he felt you smile against his mouth.

“better than a cigarette, right?” he mumbled.

you hummed in response, threading your fingers through his hair. “dunno. guess i’ll have to keep testing,” you tell him as you take in his digits in your mouth.

pliant. submissive. needy.

all the bites and threats you always gave him when you were on the run were out the window.

and keigo was threading in hot water at this point.

well, there was a saying to keep your friends close but your enemies closer, right?

your breath hitched slightly as you took them deeper, your tongue pressing against his skin, slow and deliberate. it wasn’t rushed, wasn’t teasing—just something natural, something you accepted as easily as breathing.

oh, did you look good like this. keigo was definitely lovestruck.

he leaned back against the couch, watching the way your lashes fluttered slightly as you worked your mouth around his fingers. “didn’t think you’d actually go for it,” he murmured, his voice lower than usual.

you choked on his digits softly, the vibration sending a slow shiver down his spine. You didn’t stop. didn’t pull away. just sucked gently, keeping your mouth busy, just like he had told you.

so instead of teasing further, he simply let you have your way, even pressing against your tongue every so often that had you muffled gagging. his other hand drifted to your hair, petting it soothingly as he watched you, a small, indulgent smile on his face.

“greedy girl,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. “you can't get enough, can you?”

“kei . . gwoh . .”

keigo chuckled, shaking his head in amazement, ignoring the tight, throbbing strain in his pants. this woman was going to be the death of him, but what a way to go . . .

“alright, alright. i just have to take care of you good tonight like i always do, hm?”

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➵ 𝐈 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄, 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐈 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊 !

⊹ ᡣ𐭩₊⋆ about ! skip the foreplay and get straight to fucking. or you’re just too needy for him so you take matters into your own hands.

⊹ ᡣ𐭩₊⋆ warnings ! minors, blank and ageless blogs please do not interact. 18+ content, obviously. f!reader, slight exhibitionism, riding, slight breath play, semi-public sex, quirk usage, creampie, sex as a coping mechanism or distraction, riding, n oral fixation.

⊹ ᡣ𐭩₊⋆ characters ! (canon timeskip) midoriya izuku, amajiki tamaki, takami keigo

⊹ ᡣ𐭩₊⋆ divine agnes ! just my thoughts before i go to bed, xoxo.

MIDORIYA IZUKU ‪‪❤︎‬ riding him during a zoom meeting. slight exhibitionism, riding, slight breath play.

“y/n,” he whispered, his voice strained. “we can’t— not now…”

of all the times you had to be stubborn, it just had to be when he’s in a meeting with the rest of the ua staff. he couldn’t even dwell long enough in his thoughts because you were already freeing him from his pants, your hand wrapping around him and stroking him slowly. the warmth of your hands, accompanied by the cold lubricant, made him let out a shaky breath, his head falling back against the chair as you aligned yourself on him.

“we have to be quiet,” you murmur, your lips brushing against his ear as you sink down onto him, taking him in completely. god, his tip could barely fit—but once you get past that, it’s all pleasure, not struggle.

izuku’s hands held your hips, his fingers digging into your skin as he tried to stifle a groan. you bit your lip, your own breath hitching as you began to move, your hips rocking slowly against his. you could feel him trembling beneath you, his body tense as he fought to stay quiet.

on the screen, the meeting continued, the voices of his colleagues filling the room. for all it’s worth, izuku leaned in and told you, “hold your breath, doll.”

unconsciously, you did—

“yes, i do agree, principal nezu. i’ll look forward to that when classes return this monday.”

your hands braced against his shoulder—moments faltering for a second—but you continued when you heard izuku turn off his mic with a click! your own breathing was ragged as izuku picked up your pace for you, his strong hands guiding you up and down and up and down on his dick. the change of pace cleared all coherent thoughts that you were thinking of.

and the thought of getting caught really sounded . . .

“‘zuku— uhn! F- fuck, wait..!”

he tutted softly. “you’re not in the position to make requests, doll. you wanted this, no?” he smiled, placing a kiss on your shoulder.

“then you’ll have to take everything i give you while I’m still in my meeting.”

AMAJIKI TAMAKI ❤︎‬ quickie during an important dinner. semi-public sex, quirk usage, creampie.

you’re about to collapse at this point. “tama— hah..! too much, too much,” you panted in his ear.

“you have to b-be quiet, hon,” tamaki tells you, though you could barely reply anything when one of his tentacle appendages suddenly occupied your mouth to keep the noise down. “fuck,” he whined quietly, head resting on your shoulder as he had you resting on the counter, his hips at the fastest pace he could muster. “h-have to be quick, or else someone might walk in, r-right?”

that, or those in your table might wonder where you two have gone.

you could only nod, helpless and pliant under your husband’s mercy.

“‘m close,” he tells you, “inside, hon?”

he has the courtesy to ask as if he wasn’t already planning to. it’s the thought that counts, maybe.

“h—nggh! tama,” you whine, all protests on your tongue are swallowed by him, the tentacle appendage replaced by tamaki’s tongue—tasting you as if he’s been starved for years.

“so—“ kiss “—fucking—“ kiss “—amazing, hon,” he pants in between kisses, feeling you clench around his dick just pushed tamaki over the edge—his hot spurts of cum filling your womb in a way that had your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

it was also an important thing to note that when tamaki comes, it’s a lot even if it comes in intervals. It’s a lot and hot against your fluttering walls. it’s ok, you were his to take anyway.

TAKAMI KEIGO ❤︎‬ sex as a coping mechanism or distraction, riding, oral fixation.

“dove,” he pants, “wait a moment— mmph!”

the moment keigo stepped inside, he didn’t have any grace period before your lips were on his. hands gripping his jacket, pulling him close. you had him pressed against the door, your body warm, your breath shaky against his mouth as you kissed him with need.

need to cope to not take another huff of another cigarette. he remembers now how he jokingly said that for every time you felt like smoking, you could kiss him instead.

keigo didn’t necessarily mean to kiss him ‘til he’s lightheaded—‘til he was sitting on the couch, you straddling him. you didn’t even wait before you were already sinking down into his cock, taking all the breath he has left as you kissed him again, your tongues intertwining just right that it had your nails digging at his shoulders.

quite frankly, keigo didn’t really mind.

“dove—fuck, don’t hurt yourself,” he murmurs, thrusting up to meet your pace. “shit, ‘m exhausted, you know this,” he tuts softly, earning a pitiful whine from you. “but i guess you can’t help it, yeah?”

you can’t even reply. not when keigo had you sucking on two of his digits, anything to keep your mouth occupied as he fucks into you. it doesn’t even take long for you to cum when one hand’s in your mouth and the other toying with your clit.

“atta girl,” he chuckled. “i guess we’re going to have to fill your mouth, too, huh? alright, alright, you win.”

[samulogy]

➴ gojo helping you study for your midterms. fem!reader

you were supposed to be studying, but you felt like you were going to die. not from midterms—though those were definitely a problem—but from this.

from him.

from the way gojo satoru had somehow convinced you that this—being stretched out and utterly wrecked while trying to study—was a legitimate way to retain information.

your notes were everywhere, scattered across the bed, some pages crumpled beneath your knees, others dangerously close to sliding off the mattress. your textbook lay open in front of you, but the words on the page blurred every time gojo moved, each slow, deliberate thrust sending stars to dance in your vision, making you forget what you were even supposed to be reading.

and the worst part?

he was enjoying this.

“come on, sweetheart,” gojo murmured against your ear, his voice thick with amusement, with affection. “I know you can do better than that.”

you shivered.

you wanted to murder him.

or maybe let him keep ruining you a little longer.

one of his hands slid up your waist, fingers warm and firm as they traced the curve of your spine. the other hand dipped lower, squeezing your thigh before spreading you just a little wider, just enough to remind you exactly how deep he was inside you.

exactly how he was in control.

your breath hitched.

“tell me about judicial review,” he prompted again, voice far too calm for someone who was actively distracting you.

you tried.

you really, really tried.

you licked your lips, forcing your eyes to focus on the words in front of you.

“judicial review,” you started, voice shaky, uneven. “is the process by which—ah!—courts determine the constitutionality of—of legislative and executive actions.”

you barely got the words out before gojo rewarded you with a slow, deep thrust, making you gasp, your hands gripping the sheets beneath you like a lifeline. he was just so big, filling you to the point where you feel like your heart’s caught right on your throat.

“good girl,” he praised, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to your shoulder. “and what case established it?”

you whimpered, fingers curling into the fabric beneath you.

he was evil.

he was actually, physically evil.

you wracked your brain, trying—desperately—to push past the heat coiling in your stomach, to remember what you had spent the last week cramming.

your lips parted, but the words wouldn’t come.

gojo tutted softly.

“that’s not an answer, sweetheart.”

and then, to your absolute horror, he stilled completely inside you. the audacity of this man to do just that knowing that you were close.

you whined.

you gave him a glare over your shoulder, face flushed with frustration. “satoru,” you hissed. “you can’t do that.”

he feigned innocence. “I can’t?”

you gritted your teeth, torn between wanting to throttle him and wanting to beg. eventually, you forced the words out in a rush. “marbury v. madison. 1803. established the supreme court’s power of judicial review.”

gojo’s grin widened.

“there’s my smart girl.”

and then he moved again, rolling his hips forward in a slow, perfect rhythm, and you saw stars. you sobbed, half from relief, half from the overwhelming heat building low in your stomach. he knew just what you needed, and honestly, when has gojo ever denied you anything that you deserved?

“that’s it,” gojo huffs a soft laugh—so charming, as if he wasn’t driving you nuts, his hand sliding up to cup the back of your neck, fingers massaging the tense muscles there. “you’re doing so well for me, baby. . .”

your body shuddered at the praise.

your mind was an absolute mess, half-focused on the terminologies you were supposed to be memorizing, half-focused on him, the heat of his skin, the way he filled your aching cunt, the way his breath was growing more uneven, more ragged, like he was barely holding himself together.

like he was just as wrecked as you were.

gojo groaned, voice strained as he pressed his forehead to your shoulder. “one more, sweetheart. the checks and balances.”

you whimpered, nails digging into the sheets. “i can’t—”

“yes, you can,” he cut her off, voice firm, sure. “you’re my good girl, right? you can give me one more.”

and you—the stubborn, exhausted, utterly ruined you—were helpless against that tone, against the heat curling in his voice, against the way he believed in you, in ways you didn’t even believe in yourself.

you sucked in a shaky breath.

“the checks and balances system ensures that no branch of government has—has unchecked power,” you gasped out.

gojo cursed, his grip on your hips tightening. “that’s it,” he murmured, his voice rough with something deeper, something heavier.

and then he snapped his hips forward, pushing you over the edge entirely. but he didn’t stop, oh no, how could he when he was entranced by how your cunt kept on pulling him in as if it didn’t want him to let go?

you cried out, pleasure crashing over you in waves, leaving you breathless, boneless, your body trembling beneath him. gojo came a moment later, chanting your name like it was the only thing that mattered, holding you close as spurts of his cum filled you whole—like you were made to take him.

for a long moment, neither of you moved.

the sheets rustled as gojo carefully shifted, adjusting your position so you were tucked against his chest, basking in his warmth as he wrapped his arms around you. you could barely think at this point.

he pressed a soft, lazy kiss to the top of your head.

“see?” he murmured, smiling against your hair. “I told you this would help with retention.”

you grunted, smacking his chest weakly. “i hate you.”

he just chuckled, pulling you closer.

[samulogy]

jujutsu kaisen

gojo helping you study [f!reader]

my hero academia

skipping foreplay [izuku, tamaki, hawks ; f!reader]

oral fixation with hawks [f!reader]

giving shouto head for the first time [m!reader]

bakugou’s answer a call as he’s getting fucked [m!reader]

i hate attention [f!reader]

[samulogy]

please read before interacting and/or following. to access my masterlist, please read through my rules.

WILL WRITE

𖥔 male, female, gn!readers. sub/dom reader or characters. dark content. most kinks that aren’t vore, piss, and the general idea of that.

WILL NOT WRITE

𖥔 suicide, some mental illnesses, extreme gore, underage characters/readers.

CHARACTER LIST

gojo satoru, choso. (CANON TIMESKIP) midoriya izuku; bakugou katsuki; todoroki shouto. amajiki tamaki, takami keigo, shigaraki tomura, dabi, aizawa shouta. dazai osamu, nakahara chuuya, akutagawa ryuunosuke.

GENERAL INFO

𖥔 content is just nsfw, meaning users must be 18+ to interact/send thirst prompts. i personally interact w/ people who have their age on their profile.

𖥔 asks are always open, but i don’t take requests—just general thirst prompts.

𖥔 please, for my peace of mind, if you are a MINOR, do not interact. same goes for those who find dark content icky, yes, please save yourself the trouble and block me. and if you’re an asshole, don’t even bother.

masterlist

[samulogy]

𝓪𝓰𝓷𝓮𝓼. you are so divine, mistress. any pronouns. aquarius. nineteen. multifandom writing. [n]sfw and dark content. minors, blank, and ageless blogs, please steer clear away from here or you will be blocked. no requests, just thirsts prompts — open.

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gojo helping you study

skipping foreplay

oral fixation w/ hawks

shouto’s first head

answer the call

i hate attention

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