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[elleoelliot]

⋆✿"𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚔 𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞."✿⋆

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recent fic: looks like the cat did a number on you ft. suguru geto! tw; heavy angst and mentions of su!c!de, as well as self harm and graphic descriptions

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[elleoelliot]

hi angel!! i hope im doing this right im lowkey so dumb when it comes to requesting on tumblr….i was wondering if you could do something like your megumi fic with yuji or geto? whichever is easier for u!! i just got done reading it and literally my bottom lip is shaking like a cartoon 😭😭 i’m sobbing

i totally get it if u don’t wanna, but still thank u so much!! drink water + we looooveeee uuuuuuu 💗💗

@ayaseos of course! sorry it took me so long to get to this request, super busy with school and healing mentally. thank you for the request <3

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looks like the cat did a number on you

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g. suguru x fem!reader, established relationship

in a world where kenjaku never happened (fuck u kenjaku)

tw; angst, depression, cvtting (graphic), su!c!de attempt, suguru has a slight savior complex

synopsis °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*: suguru knows you too well.

wc; 1.8k

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anybody in the world can be sad.

whether it's the most happiest, successful person you know, or a stranger brushing past in the supermarket.

it's human.

but this- this couldn't be human. this is evil.

exhaustion fills your body like a shroud of darkness, anchoring you to your bed. and while an anchor may seem like a great thing to have, it only drags you further into the abyss you have found yourself lost in, like floating through thick water with, at most, half an oxygen tank; not enough to keep you afloat, but enough to keep you breathing.

and in this abyss, the terrible thoughts come easy. you drown in these thoughts; the thoughts telling you that you aren't strong, or smart enough ; not kind enough to have friends; not nearly enough for suguru geto; not enough to be here, among people who are enough.

you begin to find comfort in these terrible things you find yourself believing. comparing your own strength, knowledge, kindness to others. maybe, you believe it's good for your growth. a little toxic motivation, thats all.

but its a weight on your soul.

on many days, you barely get out of bed to eat, or drink, at least voluntarily. you don't work out or do anything productive. you just. sink.

it's not that you try to. you try the opposite, actually. but the weight of it all is too much. the only energy you have is to stay awake and blink, or feed your brain with not-so-helpful media on your phone.

often, you would find yourself imagining your death. maybe you're alone, in a car crash, or killed by a curse in front of the people you love. the thought of dying, the thought of people caring, the thought of being released from the evil that devours you, fills something in you that you can't quite place. the thought of a permanent solution so you never, ever have to feel pain again.

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suguru knows. hes known, actually, for a long time. because he's been through it himself. countless days where all he could do was watch life go by. years ago, he'd lose pound after pound, leaving him a shell of himself.

but he had began healing, slowly. that time had scarred him, but nonetheless, he was healing. especially because of you, his light, his love, and his life, as well as his two precious girls.

throughout his years of knowing you and your depression, hes taken care of you so sweetly. he'd make sure your room had enough sunlight, as if you were a little plant, cooked you what used to be your favorites, went on walks with you, or simply just napped with you.

as time went on, taking care of you was one of the reasons he began to heal, too. simply opening the curtains for the light to shine also made him feel like he wasn’t stuck anymore, because he saw the light on your face and it made everything seem okay again. bringing you water, cooking you food, doing the simple things made him feel like he had a purpose again, made him feel strong again, because he was ensuring that you, his person, his happiness, his life, received the things that you deserve the most. it made him happy because you were happy, and that was all he could wish for.

however, you were one to hide things. you hid your pain well. the dips of energy on a particularly bad day, masked by a simple lack of sleep. the cutting of your wrists, the slap of a hairtie, all concealed by skin-toned bandages and long sleeves even in summer.

often, suguru would kiss your wrists, worship your skin, cry with you, and wish he could absorb your depression like a curse. he'd do his best to make you forget all about it, he'd do his best to make you feel like you were enough. and you would, for a time. but not always. and never permanently.

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today was the day.

you knew it from when you woke up, the bed cold and empty next to you from suguru's absense.

you knew it from when you sat up from bed, and tried to cry, but you could only feel hollow and numb from head to toe.

you knew it from when you dug your fingers into your palm, trying to elicit some feeling out of your body, but your head was cloudy with the belief that no, you aren't enough, and you never will be. the belief that you aren’t enough for the love you receive from suguru. you aren’t worth the effort he puts into helping you heal. the belief that the achingly hollow space of your heart is much too vast for anyone to navigate, not suguru, not you.

you knew it from the weakness of your body as you trudged to the bathroom, feet against the cold tile; a last, fleeting feeling you basked in.

you knew it from the way you didn't bother gripping the sink for balance as you tumbled into the bath, filling it up with cold water. (what did it matter, anyway?)

you knew, because no one was there to stop you when you took the razor, and cut.

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suguru got home only moments after you had done it.

he found you, there in the bathroom, blood staining the water in deep red ribbons as it spread throughout the tub. you, your wrist crimson with deep gashes, head limp against your shoulder, unconscious.

he choked on a gasp as he took the blade from your loosened fingers, pulling you out of the cold, bloodied water. he set you on the tile before checking your pulse- there, but faint, slow, like withering embers.

he began trying to stop the bleeding as he called his doctor in a panic. he pressed on your wrist firmly with a towel, leaning his whole body weight onto your wrist to stop the blood from spewing out.

“sweetheart? baby, can you hear me?” his voice croaked as he leaned over you, eyes brimming with tears.

he choked on a sob as you remained unconscious, eyes shut and mouth slightly gaping.

as the bleeding stopped, he began disinfecting the wound. the doctor came, easing him aside as she began to wrap your wound. she stepped out of the bathroom to let suguru undress you and dry you off.

as he did, he quietly cursed himself for not being here for you more. for not letting you wake up with his arms around you. for not having time to prepare breakfast for you before leaving in a hurry to tend to his follower's missions. for not seeing the signs sooner. for not saving you quick enough

he cried silently, tears splattering on the tile as he dried you off, the barely-there rise and fall of your chest made his heart clench painfully.

he dressed you in a thick, fluffy robe before leaning over, caressing your face.

“it’s okay, my love. im here. im always here,” his voice shook as he spoke gently into your ears, feeling the soft surface of your skin against his palm.

he carried you out of the bathroom and onto the bed, where the doctor had set up an IV stand. she prepared it, sticking the needle into your uninjured wrist before speaking softly to suguru.

“she lost a lot of blood, sir. she will need to eat soon, and someone will need to be here to monitor her for at least 2 days.”

suguru nodded. his followers could wait. his person couldn’t.

the doctor left and suguru slid in beside you, letting his warmth envelop your rather cold body. he whispered unheard words to you, tales of your worth, beauty, kindness, and strength.

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you blinked awake, senses slowly coming back to you as you felt the ache of your wrist. then, you felt the warmth next to you, suguru's frame pressed close to your shoulder.

“hi, sweetheart,” he almost whispered, voice breaking slightly as he looked into your eyes. you saw the shine of his irises, glistening in the dim light of the room.

“su-suguru-“ you tried to speak, reaching for him sluggishly. he pulled you in softly, letting you wrap your arms around him.

you felt so much all at once. first, exhaustion. then, the dread that your attempt hadn’t worked; the embarrassment. you were so ready to leave this earth, to leave everything you’ve ever known, but you hadn’t. the hollow ache of your heart gnawed at you, your mind consumed with an overwhelming emptiness that was so vacant in a way that was heavy, gruesome, and deadly.

next was the guilt. the guilt that your love had seen you in such a disturbing state, unbelievably vulnerable and weak, and was forced to take care of you despite his own struggles- not just for this one day, but for all of the days before, where he cared for you like no other. your love, who made sure you were fed despite your wants and lack of energy, who made sure you got up at least once throughout the day. your love, who loved you.

and there was the emptiness. the sickening, heavy feeling of your own mind that still remained even after digging the blade through your wrists with no remorse. you still wanted to die.

you stayed gently curled up against suguru, clutching onto his shirt as he caressed your back, pressing soft kisses against your temple. he was crying silently, tears rolling down his face as he took care of you.

“you don’t have to talk, my love. not until you’re ready,” he spoke delicately against your hair, softly breathing in your scent, grounding him. “i know what it feels like. more than anyone, honey,” he murmured. “but i love you. and i will never stop loving you. and i will go to the ends of the earth if it means you are here, right by my side, forever and always,” he breathed, his voice shaky as he continued.

“i care for you. so much, y/n, more than you realize. so please do not suffer with these thoughts alone. let me carry it with you, and maybe then, it will begin to feel lighter.”

your eyes teared up, clenching the fabric of his shirt.

“i’m so sorry, sugu, it hurt so bad-“ your voice broke.

“i know, baby, i know,” he gently whispered, stroking your hair.

“but i will never stop loving you. i will never stop caring for you. you are my love, and you are my light. you are more than enough for me, and more than enough for everyone around you. you are cherished, and you are missed so dearly when you are absent that it hurts.

you are a necessity in my life and for the rest of our lives, i will make sure you know that you are enough because you are you.”

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if you are struggling with thoughts of su!c!de, please talk to the people around you, or even talk to me. i promise that you are loved and cherished.

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FILE NAME: SHARING IS CARING!.TXT

USERS FOUND: stepbro!eijirou kirishima x fem!afab!reader x best friend! bakugou

WARNING! THIS FILE HAS BEEN CORRUPTED! DO NOT OPEN! stepcest, threesum, oral (m! and f! receiving), corruption, dubcon, piv, unprotected, dirty talk, coercion sort of, scummy!kiri, ask to tag

NOTES ABOUT THE VIRUS: your stebrother kirishima promised his best friend a taste of the forbidden fruit.

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“are you absolutely sure this is gonna go over well, red?”

kirishima huffed out a laugh at his friend’s question, glancing over at him from the driver’s seat of his car as he drove the both of them back to his house. “yeah dude! it’s gonna be great. she’s really sweet, y’know. i’ve already told you everything about her. she’ll be fine.”

bakugou shifted slightly in the passenger seat, jutting out his bottom lip and turning his head to look out the passenger window. the familiar suburban landscape opened up more around them as they turned onto a familiar street, one that they always walked up and down as teens growing up.

it was bakugou’s first time back on kirishima’s street in a long, long time. it wasn’t kirishima’s first, though.

kirishima’s mother had remarried another man after he had moved out of the house, and with him came the introduction of probably the most stunning girls he’d ever seen in his entire life. ‘she’s like an angel,’ he’d mumble over to bakugou across a table in the dining hall, showing him a candid of you in sweatpants and a tight tank top on his mom’s couch, ‘she just lets you do anything to her, man. it’s like a built-in girlfriend. she’s always like, ohhh nii-san…’ 

bakugou had been apprehensive about the whole situation. he’d known that kirishima had… a thing for that cringe roleplay stepsister porn, but the fact that he was going through with it now that it was a reality had originally made him a bit concerned.

it had taken a lot of convincing for him to agree to come home with kiri for a weekend for … a relaxing getaway, as kirishima had put it.

kiri made the turn into his small driveway and picked up his phone, tapping quickly at the screen. “lettin’ her know we’re here…” he muttered under his breath before the little whoosh sound of the message sending rang through the car. 

bakugou took a deep breath, feeling out of his element. he felt like he was walking into a temptation set up by the devil.

kiri whistled to himself as he got out of the car and wandered to the trunk, popping it open to grab their backpacks. they were only spending the night, not expected to be there past sunday, so they had chosen to pack light.

bakugou gathered himself and stepped out of the car, pushing the door shut a little too hard when the front door of the house smacked open suddenly.

and there you were, in tiny sleep shorts and a spaghetti strap tank top, house shoes still on as you grinned and hurried down the stoop to your stepbrother. “eiji-nii! you made it!”

bakugou felt like his mouth was full of cotton as you hurried into kirishima’s arms, nuzzling your face into his chest and kicking a foot up, giggling into him. you were… you were going to rot his brain out. you with those thick thighs, soft-looking skin, clothes tight to your body and the curves of your ass poking out of the bottom of your sleep shorts.

kirishima wrapped his thick arms around your frame and held you tight, pressing his face to your hair and breathing deep, as if he hadn’t just seen you this time last week. “hey, careful! almost knocked me over.” he laughed into you before letting you go to take your shoulders, pushing you back to get a good look at you. “beautiful as always.”

bakugou felt out of place, for the first time in his life, watching his best friend observe his little stepsister, a girl who fell into his lap that he got to stick his dick in. it should be wrong.

kirishima looked over you to bakugou, those crimson eyes of his meeting burning carmine, shark teeth on display. “you remember how i told you my friend was coming over?”

“hm?” you turned and looked over your shoulder, all wide eyes and plush, wet lips that made a knot form in bakugou’s throat. he instinctively clicked his tongue, averting his gaze while kiri squeezed your shoulders. 

“i know you remember that i told you he was staying with us this weekend. hope you still don’t mind. you don’t, right?”

you looked up at your stepbrother and pouted, face feeling hot from embarrassment, you had been so excited about your stepbrother coming home that you had forgotten about your guest. you pulled away from kiri to turn towards bakugou, sticking out a hand in greeting. “nice to meet you, sorry for being so rude, i just got excited.”

bakugou looked down at you with a mixed sort of facial expression. it read like he was angry, but he was more frustrated with his own feelings as he grabbed your hand in his to shake it once. (your skin was so soft, you smelled like coconut, you probably just applied lotion, what would your hand look like wrapped around his-)

“nice t’ meet ya too.”

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kiri was sat on one end of the couch, bakugou on the other, beers in hand as you hummed to yourself while cooking dinner. you had offered, against bakugou’s protesting, and insisted that you needed to be a good host for your brother’s best friend while he stayed in your home. so he had allowed it, staring at you through the entryway into the kitchen from his spot on the couch while he watched the way your shorts bunched further around your thighs, long legs exposed. 

kirishima chuckled, startling him out of his trance. “you enjoyin’ the view, bro?”

“this is insane,” bakugou choked out, shifting to face a little more towards kirishima. “this is- this isn’t right. you’re a freak.”

“and yet, you still came.” he shrugged, swirling the beer by the neck of the bottle before taking a swig. “she’s fine with it. she came onto me.”

“i still don’t believe you.”

“dude! i swear! that’s what happened! i was gonna try to be normal about this, yknow. but she wanted me so bad.”

bakugou scrunched his mouth up and sat back on the couch. kirishima was fucking his stepsister who he claims came onto him. kirishima was fucking his stepsister, and he was going to fuck her next. 

“dinner’s ready!” you called out, smiling at the pair of them, and kiri grinned oh so innocently up at you as he stood. “you’re such a doll. thanks, sis.” he patted your head as he walked past you, and you just beamed at him.

bakugou could tell you were trying to act like you weren’t sleeping with your stepbrother in front of guests. he could see how you were holding off, sitting at the opposite ends of tables or rooms, fussing with your clothing a little more than someone who was completely comfortable in their skin. 

dinner was… interesting. there was a sort of heat in the room that no one chose to acknowledge. you asked bakugou about his classes, smiling so prettily when he gruffly explained what his major was, what he wanted to do after graduation. kiri cracked jokes as always, talking around mouthfuls of food as if he had never learned manners. 

things took a shift after you and kirishima did the dishes.

kiri had suggested a movie, except the movie was never picked.

you suggested snacks, too, but the popcorn was never made.

bakugou felt like he had blinked, and suddenly he was on one end of the couch while kirishima was again sat on the other, back to the armrest, one leg kicked up and stretched out on the couch cushions.

you had been pulled into kirishima’s lap after trying to reach over him for a blanket. that had been the catalyst. your back was to kiri’s chest, and his hands had slipped their way up under your tiny tank top to cup your tits with a low groan. “missed you, nii-chan.”

“eiji-nii, what are you-”

“shh, he wants to see. i told him all about us, and i let him know that we were good at sharing.” he mumbled against your ear, his wide forearms starting to bunch the fabric of your tank top further and further up.

your eyes, nervous and embarrassed, were locked dead on bakugou’s, knees knocked together, tits about to be revealed and spill from kirishima’s hands.

kiri was groping his little stepsister in front of his best friend, and he was getting hard.

bakugou felt his nostrils flare as the cogs started to turn in your pretty little head. and then, finally, what he assumed was the real you started to poke through the cracks of your innocent facade. 

“is he gonna watch us, eiji-nii?”

“i want him to join. he’s my best friend ever! you think you can help him out? make him feel just as good as you make me feel?”

“only if he wants to…” you murmured and started to chew on your lip, brows furrowed in concern.

the weight of both his best friend and his best friend’s little sister sat heavily on bakugou’s shoulders for just a moment. he could say no. he could get up and call a car right now to take him home. he could call kirishima’s mother, tell her about what her son and precious stepdaughter have been doing behind their backs. it wasn’t right. it was filthy, it could ruin them-

kirishima gripped the front of your tiny tank and tore the fabric off of you, causing you to squeal in surprise and flinch at the sheer show of strength. your tits, soft and pillowy, nipples hard from the groping, fully on display in front of him.

katsuki bakugou had morals, yes. but katsuki bakugou was also merely a man.

“i wanna fuck you, sweetheart.”

kirishima grinned. “told you bro. best pussy you’ll ever get.” kiri turned his attention back down to you, sliding a massive hand down your front to cup your pussy through your sleep shorts. “you’re not even wearing panties, spread your legs, show kats how wet you’ve been for us.”

you, with your head already swimming from the attention, dropped your knees and spread your legs, revealing the damp patch in the crotch of your shorts. bakugou practically choked. if he had just reached over at the dinner table, he could’ve felt your pretty pussy much earlier.

“now then, nii-chan, i want you to treat kats like he’s your big brother too. make him feel really special.”

“red, don’t-”

“trust me.” kirishima’s eyes cut back up to bakugou’s, and bakugou felt something in him falter. he always viewed himself as the leader of their small friend group while growing up, always taking charge in risky situations. but here, on this couch, in a house he practically grew up in, bakugou felt small next to his best friend, who seemed far too in his element to be normal.

you, lips wet and eyes glassy, nodded anyways and looked up at bakugou with a soft smile. “katsuki-nii.”

“oh, fuck.” bakugou breathed out, shifting closer to you on the couch. “let me see you, take those shorts off-”

kirishima helped you lift your hips up for bakugou to get your shorts down and off of your hips, and he practically started drooling at the sight. you, gorgeous you, your pussy drooling and almost clenching around nothing, puffy clit aching between glistening folds. 

kiri hummed in the back of his throat, dipping his hand back down and swiping two thick fingers through your lips, making you gasp and shudder. he brought his fingers up to his own mouth with a dirty grin. “she tastes good, bro. you should try it.”

bakugou’s gaze flickered between you and kirishima, before ultimately landing on you. you smiled at him, spreading your legs impossibly wider, reaching up a hand to cup his cheek. “katsuki-nii, please, want you to-”

you didn’t have to say anything else to convince bakugou to drop to his stomach and press his mouth to your sopping cunt, lapping over you with wide strokes of his tongue and groaning into your pussy.

you moaned, a hand flying to his hair while the other braced itself on kirishima’s thigh. you tossed your head back onto kirishima’s shoulder, already trying to rock your hips up to meet bakugou’s tongue halfway.

kirishima’s hands found their way to bakugou’s hair and to your mouth. two of his fingers dipped into your mouth, encouraging you to suck on them, which you gladly obliged, swirling your tongue around the digits and pretending like it was your big brother’s cock. 

bakugou felt his hair get yanked, and he hissed before looking up and meeting kirishima’s dark gaze. 

“get a good taste, man. you’re gonna fuck her mouth after. don’t let her cum.”

you whined desperately in the back of your throat in protest, but kiri only pushed his fingers deeper into your mouth to make you gag and gurgle around them. bakugou hummed against your clit, sucking your puffy nub into his mouth to really make you leak. 

you squirmed in kirishima’s lap, clutching bakugou’s blonde locks as his tongue expertly swirled around your clit and his fingers prodded at your entrance, two of them slipping into your hole without much resistance. you bucked your hips, clenching down hard around his fingers as he crooked them upwards towards the spongey spot inside of you, and bakugou had an inkling of a feeling that he wouldn’t get his treat if he didn’t listen to kirishima.

he felt the way your breathing suddenly changed, and sat up, fingers and the bottom half of his face soaked with your juices.

kirishima pulled his fingers from your mouth, and you cried out in frustration. “katsuki-nii, please! so close, please-”

“don’t you wanna cum on this cock, princess?” kirishima sat up a little more and grabbed his hard cock through his sweats, making bakugou let out a breathy chuckle. 

“he’s right, baby. you know the rules. you only get to cum on your big brother’s cock.”

you felt the coil in your tummy start to loosen as kirishima stood and maneuvered out from under you, pushing you back against the armrest. bakugou took the free moment to crawl over you and smash his lips to yours, letting you get a good taste of yourself while on bakugou’s lips.

you heard kirishima remove his sweatpants off to the side, listening to the familiar sound of him spitting onto his palm to start stroking himself to the sight of you being manhandled by someone else. 

“kats,” kiri grumbled, and bakugou sat up while wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “yeah, yeah, ‘m goin’.”

“nii-chan, put your head over the back, yeah? gonna suck katsuki-nii’s cock just like you suck mine.” kiri crawled over you and grabbed your throat to guide your head back. you swallowed and nodded, obeying immediately with a small yes, eiji-nii that made a spike of heat go down bakugou’s spine.

bakugou dropped his sweats and boxers to the floor, stepping out of them to finally give himself a few precursory pumps as you laid back fully on the couch, your head hanging off upside-down on the armrest. you licked your lips as kirishima guided your legs around his waist.

bakugou took a good look at the situation he found himself in. his best friend was hovering over his stepsister, fat cock prodding her entrance, no condom in sight. he swallowed thickly at the little sounds you started to make as he guided his cock through your wet folds, slicking his cock up with your juices. he caught himself staring at kirishima’s back before looking back down to your parted lips and where you started to drool all over your cheeks, and he couldn’t hold of much longer.

“open wide, princess,” he murmured, a hand reaching to grab your throat. you opened your mouth as far as it would go, and bakugou made himself a home in the wet cavity of your mouth.

he groaned, loud and low, his free hand reaching down to flick one of your nipples and grope your breast.

kirishima’s eyes glanced up as he listened to how you gurgled around the thick, foreign cock in your mouth, trying to adjust to the position and the new intrusion.

then he smiled, because he knew he was going to just knock the air out of your lungs. he pressed the fat tip of his cock to your weeping hole, and slammed himself home.

you gagged hard around bakugou’s cock, jerking and moaning out, legs locking instinctually around his waist.

“oh, baby, ‘m sorry. just couldn’t wait anymore, my li’l sister’s pussy was just too pretty for me. you can handle it, you always take it.” kiri grinned up at bakugou, at how his face was scrunched up and contorted with pleasure from how your throat was spasming around his cock.

kirishima started a rough pace, barely giving you room to catch your breath as you did your best to breathe through your nose, bakugou was quick to follow, sinking inch after inch further into your throat with huffs of yeah, that’s it, good fucking girl, taking your brother’s cock, i can feel where ‘m at in your throat.

kirishima reached down to grab your hands and pin them by your head, keeping you fully pinned as the tip of his cock slammed up against your cervix over and over. he was deep, filling you in the best way possible, while his best friend’s fat balls smacked against your face as you sucked his cock.

you felt lost, fully debauched, becoming pliant and fully receptive to their wills. you were a toy, and you loved how it felt on your skin.

bakugou moaned as he felt how deep he was fucking your throat, thrusting harder against you and feeling his legs start to shake. “can’t- ‘m gonna cum-”

“told you she- ah- was good,” kiri groaned as he leaned down to bite into the skin of your shoulder, making you whine and gag again around bakugou’s cock.

you squirmed and thrashed with each hard thrust from kirishima, the force of his hips making you bob harder up and down on bakugou’s cock. you felt stuffed, your legs felt on fire, but you were right on the edge.

bakugou shuddered before whining, sinking his cock deep into your throat to spill his hot load in a place you wouldn’t be able to spit from. you moaned around his length as you felt him cum down your throat, warm spurts and twitching cock making your head spin.

kirishima slowed his thrusts, rocking his hips against you as bakugou took his time riding out his high before stepping back and pulling his cock from your throat.

you wheezed, coughing before absolutely making sure you swallowed every last drop, opening your mouth again and sticking out your tongue to show bakugou that it was all gone.

kiri grinned and chuckled in order to get your attention again. “what a good little girl, swallowing all your brother’s cum. think you can take my load, too?” “please! please, nii-san, please give it to me, make me cum-” you whined loudly as you got the opportunity to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling your big brother in close to you, his massive form towering over you as he practically bent you in half to get deeper.

“i will, i’ll give it to you. shh…” kiri almost sounded affectionate, fucking you so hard the couch started to creak. “fucking- cum for me, cum on my cock, lemme feel you-”

a few swipes of his thumb on your clit sent you finally over the edge, squirting on him and feeling yourself grip down on his cock. he groaned into your shoulder as he came right after you, tumbling into his high and hearing the squelching sounds of his load filling your tight pussy.

he rode out both of your orgasms before finally settling down on top of you, peppering your face with kisses as you shook. then he looked up to where bakugou was sat on a loveseat, dazed, watching from afar.

kiri shifted and opened up a space next to the both of you, and you smiled over at him. “come here, katsuki-nii.”

bakugou swallowed before walking right into the demon’s trap.

[elleoelliot]

fortunately im a fiend for stepcest

[m-ayo-o]

O U I J A

you meet a demon of lust !

will you survive this deadly game of dares ?

18+ : sexual content starring: 21+ university student Megumi FUSHIGURO x younger [18+] inexperienced afab reader (nerdy, science type) a sweet junior student has a crush on her intimidating senior, but is too shy to act on it :/ you're only pushed closer thanks to a strange encounter with a powerful entity. its demands are scary, but megumi is there to keep u safe cw: i write megumi taller - over 6 ft. groping (demon → reader) violence (demon → megumi) explicit sexual acts: the demon forces you, but consent is established wc: 10k @nobody289x thank u so much for your wonderful megumi thoughts + proofreading + everything, u the best :3

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Upperclassman, third year student Megumi Fushiguro. He studies ancient history, specialising in the emergence of rare cursed techniques in the Meiji Period, with a minor in theology. His tongue is sharp, but his dress sense is sharper.

You've seen him around the university campus- training, with his friends, sometimes helping junior students. But it's safe to say you know a little too much about a man you've never actually spoken to. It's not like you don't want to. He's just so... intimidating. His intelligence is one thing, but the way he glares makes your blood run cold.

Every time you see him, you just freeze up and turn on your heels, presuming he's so far out of your league he wouldn't give you a chance. You know it's pessimistic, but it fuels your nightmares to think about being rejected by him. Even for a simple conversation. You can just imagine his face scrunching up with a disgruntled laugh, looking down at you with those dark, unforgiving eyes, telling you not to waste his time.

Unbeknownst to you, your presumptions were going to be proven wrong.

Given some time, and the terribly flustering coincidence that he started assisting in one of your labs- due to owing your professor a favour?- you get closer.

He approaches you in class, handing out the task notes for the day and checking you have all the right equipment ready. You can't believe how much taller he looks up close.

"Y-yes, I have everything I need. Thank you."

You curse yourself for still being so nervous around him. It's been weeks since he started helping your professor. It seems that they already knew each other, despite working in separate departments.

~

You're finishing up after a particularly challenging practical assignment when you hear your annoying professor singing your name, reminding you that you're on clean up duty this week.

Ugh.

You groan and sigh, but it doesn't make the mess go away. So you start collecting all the beakers and test tubes, trying to balance them carefully on the way to the sink, when you notice him.

He's at the sink already, his back turned to you, the water running with his sleeves rolled up. You set the equipment down and start helping him. It's quiet- the sounds of clinking glass and splashing water fill the room- and he passes you item after item, your fingers grazing over his while you glance to the side and dry them up.

"Thank you"

~

After today, you find yourself volunteering to clean up after class very willingly. You've gotten yourselves into a little silent routine; collecting the equipment- he washes, you dry (to save your fingers from getting all shriveled and pruney).

You have to admit that there's a certain kindness about him you hadn't noticed before. It's in his hands- how he holds the glass with such care- and in the softness of his voice. And you finally see him smile after going on an embarrassing ramble about why you're enjoying your course so much and what you'd like to do in the future. You assume he's smiling out of amusement- perhaps he's going to ridicule you.

"I- I'm sorry. That was, uh, too much information."

"Don't apologise. You're just... passionate. It's nice."

He encourages you with yet another small but sure smile, and your heart nearly melts on the spot. The way his features soften is just so endearing.

I was so wrong about him. Nobody with a smile like that could be mean. Or rude. Maybe I should just ask him out? At least he'd turn me down politely.

And you can't believe you're here, with him, starting to open up after his considerate questions- which you return, getting little insights into his mysterious life. You didn't realise he was already working while keeping up his studies, with additional martial arts training, and now assisting in your labs despite being in a different department entirely- his schedule is packed. With every sentence he speaks you seem to respect him a little more, and you slowly realise that he doesn't bite.

He catches you off guard, casually offering to help with your stats course after a one off comment that you were struggling.

So he comes over the same evening, where you awkwardly introduce him to your housemates, then show him to your room, where he sits on your bed.

You dig out your dreaded stats folder and sift through your test papers, showing him the scores and explaining how you were unhappy with them.

"But your grades are still..." he arches an eyebrow, scanning the papers, "above average."

You've been aspiring to get a near perfect score in all of your classes, desperate to attain a first class degree and potentially progress into a research role, and there's something about that inner perfectionist that speaks to him. So he settles in and gets comfortable on your bed, watching you work, then eventually gets out his phone when he realises he's distracting you.

And when you're done he sits on the edge of your bed, getting closer and closer till you're just staring. He helps and corrects you so softly. You keep staring... at his dexterous hands, the way they move and grip the pencil, how his knuckles flex, the way his blue veins show through his pale skin. Then up his muscular arms, studying the masculine angle of his jaw, the feminine curve of his pure black lashes. Then his eyes; you're captivated by the deep, navy colour, their shape- so elegant and sharp. And you wonder if his always clean-shaven face is soft, whether he uses product in his hair... and what it would feel like to run your fingers through it.

"[name]?"

How long have I been staring?

"I've finished marking it now."

~

Over the weeks of being Megumi's student, you realise that your grade is getting very close to where you want it to be, and you start thinking...

If I get one more paper over 90% he is going to stop tutoring me. I suppose it wouldn't hurt to fabricate some incorrect answers... would it?

So you start making mistakes on purpose. You know it's cowardly and misleading, but you can't stop. At the same time, you can't admit how much you've been enjoying your study sessions- just having him to yourself, getting his attention, his praise.

But when you do something wrong... it makes your heart pound.

He taps a finger on your paper, over the question number, giving you a glare before elaborating.

"Come on, you know this."

You act dumb. He leans over to correct it for you.

"Hang on, let me-"

You can smell his cologne. You can see his collar bones where his shirt dips away.

"Do it like this- yeah, good-"

Good girl.

He wishes he had the guts to say it. He'd love to see your reaction. But he just watches you continue, completing the calculations by yourself.

But after making a few too many mistakes, he starts to cotton on.

"You answered a question nearly identical to this one last week. You did it perfectly."

You fidget about, reorganising your stationary while he flicks through your work.

"See?"

He holds up two of your papers. And he's right- of course he's right. This one was way too obvious. Your eyes shift around the room nervously, looking everywhere but at the papers, until you settle on his eyes.

"You... you're not doing this on purpose, are you? You know that would be wasting my time, right?"

You can't deny it. You don't want to lie to him anymore.

"You are?"

You look down at your lap and nod.

"You're a smart girl. Why didn't you just ask me to stay?"

You can't answer. Your stomach has relocated to your chest and your tongue is tied in knots. It's all twisted up, around words you wish you could say.

I'm afraid you don't feel the same way. I couldn't ask you to stay because I don't want you to leave.

He can see your eyes going wide. He knows he's put you on the spot (rightfully so). But he sets down your papers, nonetheless, giving you a slightly exasperated look.

"We can just hang out, ok? I don't have to come here for a reason."

He puts your papers back on your desk and you pack them away sheepishly, watching him sink to the carpeted floor and lean up against your bed.

"Come on. You wanna watch a scary movie or something?"

He's already seen the posters around your room.

"Sure."

And so started your late night meet ups with Megumi, under no false pretenses of studying, sitting on your bedroom floor with pillows and blankets... then moving up to your bed... then hugging when he leaves. You don't know when that started, but it feels right.

You get comfortable with one another. You invite him in as if he's just another friend.

Yeah, a friend. A friend who makes your heart race. A friend who makes you blush. You have no other 'friend' like him.

You have no other friend who turns to you in the middle of The Ring- when you have to look away from the screen because there is a girl crawling out of the TV- with a smile on his face.

He's getting closer. His lips... are so close.

"This movie is dumb."

You shiver a little, feeling his breath fan you.

I want to kiss her... so bad. Would she let me?

You have no other friend who gets you so hot... just from looking at you.

He sees the hesitation in your eyes so he backs off and you have to cool the situation down a little. You're already bored of the movie, so you have a great idea.

"Can I show you something?"

After finding it in the summer, you've been too scared to investigate the strange artefact by yourself. Maybe he could help you.

"It's under the bed."

~

"What are you doing," he pulls it out, his eyes scanning over the markings on the dark wood, "with this?"

"I found it-" you shift about on the chair, feeling suddenly uncomfortable under his now intense gaze. You don't know what this object is, but you can sense something dark when you touch it, or even look at it.

"Found it at my parent's... in the basement."

"You know what it is?"

You shake your head.

"It's a Ouija board."

He explains what such things can be used for.

"If you're successful, you could end up contacting a spirit. You want to try?"

Your heart beats a bit faster, feeling excited as you keep asking questions until you're starting to set your room up to attempt to use the board. 

With candles lit, lights dimmed and taking your place on the carpet opposite Megumi, you cast your nerves aside and put your hand on the wooden arrow with his.

"So uh, what are we supposed to say?"

"You just have to ask a question."

It can't be that simple.

"But are there any... rules?" You can't help the shakiness of your voice now, while he sits looking at you, raising his eyebrow.

"Too scared?" He scoffs, "Ok, I'll start."

"Are there any spirits," he looks around the room- he knows there's no curses here, at least, "or dead, residing in this building?"

There's a long pause. You watch the candlelight flicker over his pale face, illuminating his dark eyes.

"Any ghosts?"

He keeps asking, while you sit tight, holding your breath.

He looks back at you now, apparently taking amusement in how you're shifting about nervously.

"Demons?"

There's a loud bang from outside that seems coincidental, but no movement on the board.

Still, you both keep your fingers pressed on the arrow.

"Why don't you ask?" He glances down at your smaller hands, "Maybe a spirit would respond to... someone like you."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Someone innocent," he smirks, making your stomach twist up.

"Megumi I-" you're about to defend yourself, but the blush creeping up your cheeks is not helping in the slightest.

So you open your mouth and ask the still, dark room if there's anybody there.

There's a silence that swallows you both up, you feel your mouth go dry, and you look back at the board to see the arrow starting to shake.

Your fingers are dragged over the board, the arrow sliding to mark-

"YES"

You weren't expecting it to actually work.

"Who?" Megumi asks with confidence.

Again, the arrow trembles around. This time, moving to the letters...

L - U - S - T

"A spirit...of lust?" Even he has to admit this is unusual.

You swallow, watching him speak to the entity freely.

"YES"

"Ok, and how did you- die?"

Silence. No movement on the board.

"Do you have any regrets?"

The arrow starts shaking again, this time uncontrollably and without direction. The board starts to quake, lifting off the carpeted floor, and you feel the temperature of the room dropping drastically.

"Megumi, wait- what if it... doesn't want to answer- those questions?"

You seem to have got the gist, as the board starts to settle down.

"Right," Megumi's eyes glance up at yours, "so tell me [name], what should we ask?"

"Ah..." you fidget around for a second, eyes flitting about the board, then to a small flame of a candle as you ponder.

"Is there anything... you enjoyed, while you were alive?"

You hold your breath again, watching the arrow spring to life.

S

It drags over the board, slowly.

E

You want to look away, but you just can't.

X

Shit. Why would you ask a self proclaimed spirit of lust that question?

Megumi clearly notices the embarrassed tint on your cheeks, but doesn't seem dissuaded from the conversation himself.

"Hah, checks out. Who did you fuck?"

His words come out surprisingly crass, making you intake a little breath.

And the spirit didn't seem to like his question either. The room gets a little darker now, colder still, making those terrible goosebumps prickle on your neck.

The board starts tilting around again and the candles flicker violently, then suddenly die out.

"M-Megumi-!"

"Just, hang on- let me flip the board over. We can stop."

He goes to move his hand from the arrow, but it suddenly slides to:

"NO"

"Shit."

Even you know this is bad. You're trapped.

You start to panic, looking between Megumi and the board, trying to decipher what on earth you can do, and you feel something cold on your back.

"A-ah-"

"What is it?"

It travels down your spine and you feel a firm squeeze on your waist.

"Megumi- I, I don't like this- please-!"

"What's happening, tell me?"

You get another grabbing sensation, this time on your ass.

"It's touching me-!"

He can tell you're not lying from the way your voice is shaking.

"Ok, ok," he tries to keep his cool, but internally he's losing it. If this thing hurts you... there will be hell to pay, whether it's dead or not.

"Come here. Just sit in front of me."

You nod and quickly move into the space between his crossed legs with your hands still on the arrow and your back pressed to his chest.

"Don't fucking touch her."

He sounds suddenly aggressive- you can't deny how it makes you feel protected.

"Thank you," you murmur and take one hand off the arrow to brush away a tear you hadn't realised was spilling down your cheek.

"It's ok, just sit still and let me figure out how to finish this."

One of his hands leaves the board to wrap around the front of your shoulders. How he can feel you trembling is worrying him, so he pulls you in closer.

"I'm sorry, I wish I never... found this thing," you sniffle a little as he tries to comfort you.

"It's ok."

His eyes study the room, how everything is becoming still and gloomy and filled with such an electric tension.

"It's not your f-"

His breath is caught in his lungs, feeling a sudden pressure over his mouth.

"MMhh-MM-"

You twist your body back to look, while you both struggle to keep your fingers connected to the arrow- the only rule you knew coming into this that removing your hands could result in severe consequences.

But you feel the situation has escalated enough for you to take the risk, so you pull your hands away and up to his face, your thumb helplessly pressing on his lips to try and open them.

You tug and panic, then suddenly realise he's not breathing through his nose either. His eyes are terribly wide. He looks scared.

"Fuck! Stop it! Stop, just let him go! Please, I'll do anything!"

And with those last words, the spirit lets go and Megumi collapses, gasping and coughing as you lean back to give him some space.

He wipes his mouth on his sleeve and reaches a hand out to yours.

"I don't know what's going to happen next." His skin has never looked paler, his voice never more serious. "Just please don't let go."

So you nod and thread your fingers together, sitting side by side, and return to the board.

You feel a cool drop of sweat running down your spine when you see the arrow moving once more.

A - N - Y - T - H - I - N - G ?

We have to do what it says now.

This thing could really hurt us.

You look at each other and back to the board, glad that you're still alive, and you nod.

T - O - U - C - H

"What?" He responds quickly, hoping to fix this situation as soon as possible.

The arrow swivels on the board, pointing directly at you. You're already holding hands, so you assume the spirit wants a little more from you both.

You bring a hand to your face. You could see this coming- you honestly want him to touch you. Of course you do- how he makes you feel so nervous isn't just down to his damn intellect. He's gorgeous and you can't deny you want his hands on you.

But like this?

You sigh and turn to face him, trying desperately to keep calm so you can work this out.

"W-we don't have to-"

You swear it's the first time you've heard his voice shake like this.

"We could just- burn the board, we just need to, to-"

His head suddenly whips to the side and he lets out a shout.

"Fuck!"

"Oh my god!"

He turns back to face you with a split lip and a little trickle of blood running down his chin.

"It's ok, it's-"

Before he can finish you're already wiping his lip with the sleeve of your dress.

"This is getting serious now..." you murmur and finish cleaning him up, smoothing your hand over his cheek, comforting him whilst hoping to appease the spirit. He pushes into your hand affectionately, much like a cat, which brings a small smile to your face despite the bleak situation.

"Hm," you slide your hand up into his hair, seemingly forgetting about the deadly game you're caught in for a second, "you really don't use product?"

He lets a little breathy laugh escape his nose, looking quite flattered now your hands are stroking his black strands. You both start to sink in and enjoy the moment, until your attention is caught by a rattling noise.

M - O - R - E

He sighs, casting a frown at the board.

He's annoyed that you were interrupted. It makes him realise just how much he's enjoying you touching him. Regardless of the spirit's creepy demands, he really doesn't want you to stop.

"Just- stroke my neck, is that ok?" He suggests with a less confident tone.

"Yeah" you nod and hesitantly bring your hand lower, feeling the fuzzy shorter hair at the back of his head, then make contact with his skin. His neck is elegant, muscular and slim, just how the rest of his body appears. And your thumb starts to trace up and down his throat, feeling the hard peak of his adam's apple, then dips back down near his collar bones.

You feel content for a moment, then you realise Megumi's expression is shifting.

"What is it?" Your voice is soft and low. You don't have to speak loudly now you're sitting so close, face to face.

"My hand-"

He looks down to his left hand that was resting in his lap, which is now twitching and struggling up towards you.

"I'm not, I'm not moving it. I can't- ah, wait, you can't do this!"

He shouts and presses his eyes closed, afraid of where his hand is going to end up.

He makes contact with your warm skin.

"It's okay."

He peeks his eyes open to find his palm resting on your shoulder, where your dress exposes your body.

It did order him to touch you, after all.

"How is this ok?"

He looks a bit upset now, looking down at his lap again. It feels different now he has his hand on you.

"Because..." you're feeling nervous about admitting this, especially right now, but you want to encourage him so you can make it out of this, and it really is true that-

"it's ok because I want you to touch me."

You feel the room warming up again, some of the tension begins to fade and a single candle, out of the five you had placed around the room, flickers back to life.

You can see him clearer now, in the faint, warm glow, and he raises his head to give you a long, deep stare.

You wonder what he's thinking.

"That's... good," he looks endlessly relieved, with a hint of a smile returning to his lips, "because I want to touch you too."

So with your permission, he starts moving his thumb, just rubbing gently. You've started to truly realise your difference in size now he's touching you... his hand covers your whole shoulder.

He pushes your dress down a fraction, touching the top of your arm, then back up, tracing over your collar bones, over the dip below your neck and up your throat.

Everything about her is just so delicate.

He hesitates for a second, his eyes flicking up and down your face, and his thumb finds your chin. He strokes your jaw, up to your cheek, then rubs a circle over your lower lip.

You have a sudden urge to pucker your lips into a little kiss, but he moves away, taking your chin between his index and thumb.

"Your fingers are..." your gaze flits down to his hand, then up to his eyes again, "so long."

The comment was meant to be innocent, but the way he raises his eyebrows at you, looking down at your lips, is getting you notably flustered.

You shake your head and he laughs, then smooths his hand over your jaw to take a slightly firmer grip, and looks you right in the eyes.

"You really are sweet."

He can tell his compliment stunned you- you try to look away, but he moves his hand to the back of your neck where he holds you tighter. He wants to make you look like this all the time.

"And pretty."

He pulls you in gently, bringing you to kneel right in front of his crossed legs.

You swear he's inching closer, starting to tilt his head to the side when you hear a sudden tap tap tap and you remember you're not alone.

You give each other a little hesitant look, as if you didn't want to stop, then turn to face the board again to see the spirit's next letters.

U - N - D - R - E - S - S

Shit- Megumi's going to lose it in a second- couldn't we kiss first?

Regardless, the demon is demanding it in this order. So you nod and give him that wide eyed look that could bring him to his knees.

Before he realises what's happening your fingers are already pulling up the hem of your dress.

"W-we should hurry."

He hears the fear in your voice. He wants to make it go away.

So he quickly strips off his shirt and watches you pull the black material of your dress over your head, exposing the cutest underwear he's ever seen. And your body... he tries so desperately to look away to give you some privacy, but it would be a shame to look anywhere else.

He lets a long breath escape his mouth, trying to cool himself down.

"You look like an angel."

Fuck- so stupid!

To his relief, you giggle and edge closer to him with a little shiver.

"I'm... cold."

"Here," he shuffles back to find the side of your bed, propping himself up against it and sitting with his legs spread, "wanna sit on me again?"

But the way he looks now, with all his muscles exposed, the soft lighting illuminating each dip and ridge, is making you feel nervous all over again.

"Come on, let's stay warm, ok?"

You nod and climb into his welcoming embrace, perching on his thigh that you hope won't go dead anytime soon, while his arms circle round your body.

Needless to say, with your bodies pressing together like this, you're both getting pretty flustered.

"I'm sorry," you hear him mumble, where his lips are pressed into your hair, "I shouldn't have touched the damn board. This is all my fault."

You personally don't feel too sorry now you're in his arms, but you return the sentiment and push your head under his neck.

The spirit lets you sit quietly for a minute, then brings the board to life with its next instruction.

K - I - S - S

You feel Megumi fidget a bit, then he takes one of your small hands in his.

"Ok," you look up to see him give you a smile, then he presses the softest, most sensual kisses over your fingers, kissing each one individually. He closes his eyes, bringing his lips to your knuckles, then the back of your hand. Although the bleeding has stopped from the hit he took earlier, his lower lip is coming up in a puffy bruise.

"Ah-" you let out a sigh, totally by accident. You've never experienced anything so... romantic. But in reality, you thought he'd be like this.

"Megumi, are you starting to like this game?"

"It's... ok," he returns a flirty expression, his dark lashes dipping when he makes direct eye contact, "I'm just glad, I'm playing it with you."

The board interrupts you again, demanding your attention as it swivels to face you on its own accord, ensuring you can still read its message.

L - I - P - S

"Oh" you let out a little noise, biting your lip a little too late.

"Did you like that suggestion?"

His voice makes you nervous, but the way he touches you calms you again.

There is no rush in his movements. He's not forcing you. He caresses your jaw then takes your chin between his index and thumb, tilting your face up to his.

I can't believe I have to kiss her with this damn split on my lip.

"I'm sorry... about this."

"It's okay."

Let me... kiss it better.

The kiss is soft and slow- he focuses on your lower lip first, then your upper, giving you the most gentle pecks.

He pulls away, sucking gently.

You look stunned, and so pretty, as if he's just put a spell on you.

"Was that," his hand moves to cup your cheek, "ok?"

"It was... nice," you nod and look into his mysterious eyes, wondering what he's going to say next. Perhaps he's thought of a plan for you to exit the game and ditch this creepy spirit.

But it seems that his rational, logical mind is getting sidetracked.

"You want some more?"

"Uh," you dip your head a little, feeling a sudden blush cover your cheeks, "yes."

"Up here then, pretty girl," he tilts your chin and claims your lips again.

This time he takes you for longer, holding your hands. His fingers thread with yours and he pulls you round to face him, so your legs are spread over his body. He still kisses you softly, starting to cautiously suck at your lower lip, leaving the faint coppery taste of blood lingering there.

He feels how you're reacting to him, letting go of his hands to touch his hair again, where you stroke and tousle and push closer, till your chest is flush with his.

And now he can feel your warmth, and the way your thighs are spreading wider over him, he starts opening his mouth.

"Ngh-"

A little vocalisation spills from his throat. He suckles at your lip more fervently, guiding you to mimic his movements as you part your lips, following his lead.

As soon as you reciprocate, you feel his hands on your body, gently holding your waist. He tilts his head further up to you and strokes your bottom lip with his tongue.

"Ah-"

You let out a quiet sigh into his mouth, getting a feeling of relief and arousal when your tongues slip over each other.

You settle into the intimate, pleasurable feeling of his tongue sliding in your mouth and it suddenly dawns on you that you're french kissing Megumi Fushiguro. You feel your heart jumping in your chest- you almost jump and open your eyes. But his hands, one rubbing gentle circles near your hip, the other slipping up your spine to find the back of your neck, ease your nerves.

Now you find a rhythm of sucking and tonguing each other, your hips start moving on their own. It feels so natural.

But you're feeling quite embarrassed about the damp patch that's pooling between your legs. You just keep kissing him and hope that he can't feel you leaking over him through the thin material of your thong.

He gives your lip a particularly hard suck, making you whimper almost inaudibly before he pulls away.

His dark eyes shift over your body for a moment, taking you in, wearing that cute bra and those panties that, to be honest, may as well not be there.

He returns his gaze to your eyes. It makes you shiver when he breathes over your lips, "Can I touch you?"

You give him an easy nod. Thanks to him, you're so relaxed now, perching on his lap like a doll. So he runs his fingers from your waist right to the centre of your panties.

He starts rubbing you through the material, in circles to start with, then up and down and pushing in very gently, until you just can't take it and you have to bring your lips to his once again.

You feel him smile, kissing you back with his fingers dipping past the material to smear your silky juices over your clit.

"Wet," he slides up and down, "oh you're really wet."

He sounds excited. He wants to feel more.

"Fuck- let me finger you, please?"

This is going well outside the scope of the game you're ensnared in, but neither of you could really care. As long as you're safe and following the natural cadence of each other's bodies.

"Mhm," you nod and squeeze his shoulders tighter, feeling his fingertips start to spread you.

"Can I… go inside?"

He stares at your lips, then your eyes.

"Yes- yess,"

"Wanna make you feel good."

He mutters and sinks two fingers in, up to the first joint, getting his hand in your panties. He pauses there and slots in and out, watching a dizzy look appear on your face while you feel the soft pads of his fingers teasing you open.

"That's tight-" he tries desperately to push out thoughts of how you'd feel around his dick.

He pushes in some more, slowly working you open, while your head starts to dip down and you press little kisses on his neck.

"No, no," his other hand tugs at the back of your hair gently, "look at me while I'm fingering you, ok?"

"Ngh huh"

"Good," he presses another kiss to your lips, "good girl."

With your eyes starting to get all hazy and filled with lust, he can tell you're loving this so much, so he takes you up to his knuckles and you moan.

It's loud, and now he can hear you, he knows you're gonna make him crazy tonight.

But he's so gentle with you, for now, and he starts fucking you slow with his middle and ring fingers.

He sinks in and out with deep, long strokes, curling his fingers right inside you, suddenly reaching that sensitive spot you can barely touch by yourself.

"Nhh- ah~!"

"Oh, is this it- right here?"

His voice has gone deep and husky now, with his lips brushing yours as he speaks.

"Mmmm- mhm-"

You nod and watch that pretty smirk form on his lips again.

"You want me to touch you there some more?"

"Y-yea, yes-" you nod and he kisses you again, so delicately compared to his lewd movements in your core.

"So you won't mind…" he strokes that spot again, keeping his fingers pressed there firmly, "if I do this?"

He pushes harder, forcing a whimper from your lips.

"N-no," you shake your head.

"No, you don't mind? Or no, you don't want me to?"

"I- I don't mind-"

He's so pleased with your reactions that he treats you to that deep and skilled finger fucking until you're getting so wet that the most embarrassing squelching noises start leaving your pussy.

You try to bury your face in his chest while you cling onto his shoulders, but he can't stand that for a second.

"Ah ah," he nudges your head up again, connecting your lips once more, "what're you being so shy for, hm?"

"The- the sound…" it makes you cringe so bad.

"Hm, you're funny, sounds hot to me…"

He gives you a deeper kiss now, sliding his tongue in with his fingers slipping through you, his thumb starting to circle your clit.

"You know I'm just as turned on as you, right?"

He asks, pushing his hips up into you so you can feel the length of his cock.

"Oh- oh my god" you're shocked to feel how hard he is. How big he is.

"So don't be shy, ok?"

"Uh- uh huh" you manage weakly, and let him finger you how he likes it; with your eyes on him, his lips on yours, and your juice all over his hand.

You're barely cognizant of anything else happening around you at this point, as he has captured your full and undivided attention. But you notice the room getting warmer- the nasty biting chill is fading.

You take a little look to the side, noticing another candle has been relit. It feels so sensual and calm now with the soft light. And as your pretty head tilts like that, you feel Megumi leaning in and pressing his lips to your neck.

"You shouldn't have done that," he mutters against your skin. He's not sure how much longer he can keep this up, being so soft with you- especially when you present him with the slim muscles of your neck so willingly.

The angles and dips in your skin look ethereally beautiful, and as a man who loves to explore pleasure with his mouth as well as his hands, he can't help but kiss you there.

In this new, soft spot he has found on your throat, he starts tonguing and sucking. It starts off as gentle kissing, but when he starts going harder he has to tell himself;

Slow down, Megumi. Slow down. I can't stop, I can't stop it-

"Please let me," he rushes to get his words out, whispered against your skin, "let me mark you."

Nobody has ever put it quite like that before. The way he sounds is doing something terrible to you, something that you can't control. 

"You mean-hh- a love bite?"

"Mhmm" he hums lowly and closes his eyes. You can feel his long lashes kissing your skin.

You never knew this game would take this kind of a turn. You've never experienced anything so sensual.

"Ye-ah, you can, mm"

"Mmmh" he groans and you immediately feel his teeth. 

"Ah, ah!"

You're shocked by the sharp sting of his canines, but the pleasure that comes along with it, especially with his fingers knuckle deep in you, is overwhelming.

"Too much?"

"No, no- more, please-"

"Hmm" he hums and closes his eyes, letting the feelings take over.

The feeling of your soft and supple skin when he sucks and bites, knowing he's going to leave a beautiful red mark that will eventually fade to purple, and knowing you're hurting in the most incredible way... hearing those noises from your throat- whimpers that tell him you're loving this as much as he is- it makes him want to swallow you whole.

I want to cover her neck. I want to lick and bite her till she tells me it's enough. Even then... could I stop? Fuck, I want to taste her.

He grapples his body under control, slowing his motions, as you both notice the room is getting hot.

He pops his lips from your neck and you look around, seeing more candles are lit. It seems the spirit may be quite pleased now.

But in all honesty, the game may as well be non-existent at this point, with the way you're both getting so carried away.

Carried away with each other.

He kisses your lips again, pecking gently and sliding his soaked fingers out to work over the little bud of your clit, and he suddenly gets a tugging sensation on his leg.

"Hm?" what now.

He pulls away to squint at the board, peering around your body.

He reads it aloud for you.

"L, i, c, k."

You giggle at the embarrassed look on his face.

"Where?" He rolls his eyes and asks.

"P, u, s, s- okay I think you get it-"

The heat on your cheeks is unbearable, especially when Megumi opens his mouth to say his next words.

"I was going to anyway... if you wanted me to."

You trade places and he passes you a pillow, so you can sit comfortably against the bed while he gets on his knees. He helps you slip your bra off, telling you how beautiful you are while sinking down... lower.

"Can I touch your legs?"

"Mhm," you nod, watching him instantly bring his hands to your ankles. He pushes all the way up to your thighs, feeling their soft roundness in his firm grip.

"Mm-" you can't help the little noises that leave your throat when he squeezes you so tightly.

So he does it again, working his way up, till he finds the hem of your saturated panties, giving them a little tug.

You start helping him to push them down before he has a chance to open his mouth again, and you watch his eyes light up when he sees you... completely naked. He tosses your thong over his shoulder and returns his lazy stare to the puffy folds of your pussy.

He takes his thumb to your middle, slowly spreading you as his mouth starts to hang ajar.

"Megumi..." you look down at where he's touching you, "it's not just about the game. I-" you hesitate and bite your lip.

He drags his eyes up to focus on yours once more.

"I actually... want this. I want you."

He sighs with a relieved smile, his thumb still tracing through you.

"I know," of course, the way you’ve been reacting has told him nothing less. But it's so reassuring to hear it out loud, not to mention the way your sweet words stroke his ego.

"I want you too, don't worry."

You let out a sigh, feeling a little more relaxed, then feel his thumb trace over the raised bud of your clit.

"Ah-Megumi-"

"You don't have to say anything- just, know that this isn't a game for me."

You shake your head urgently.

"Me either, really- ahh~"

You sink back on the pillow now, easing into the pleasure of his gentle tapping, followed by swirling and circling. You have to admit, most guys around your age (university students) have been no less than underwhelming when it comes to... pleasure giving. Clueless, even.

You know he's a couple of years older, but surely he's racked up some serious experience to get this good.

"H-how many people... have you slept with?"

Your sudden question takes him off guard.

"Not as many as you'd think," he replies with a subtle but cocky smirk, "now relax."

He sinks down further, kneeling in between your legs almost like he's worshipping you, and connects his soft lips to your folds. He teases your labia expertly- you've never even thought to touch yourself there. Then his wet tongue slides up and down, through you, every movement so slow and sensual while he keeps his eyes on you to make sure you're okay.

And you are. He sees your eyes pop open with shock and sheer pleasure when he sucks on your clit and he nearly lets out a laugh. Meanwhile, you're coming to the realisation that you aren't going to last very long at all.

How cute. Nobody's done this to her before.

And he's thrilled that he's the first to twist his tongue around your clit and work you up so close that your thighs start trembling in his hands. But he stops and slides his tongue down and up, teasingly slow. You're obviously confused at what he's doing.

You can't tell if he's doing it on purpose or not- as if he'd suddenly forget how to eat pussy- and he's finding it all very amusing.

Oh, this is too good. She's never been edged before. Wonder if she's even done it to herself.

So he has his fun with your clit for a while, until you get so pink in the face with impatience that he just lets off a little chuckle.

"Fuck- you're so cute."

She has no fucking idea what she's doing to me right now. She's so sensitive, I need to go easy on her. But I can't... I need to taste her, I need to stick my tongue inside her so badly.

The blood has flooded away from his brain so quickly he can barely think, making his dick swell so full it almost hurts. He can't ignore his urges for a second longer so plunges his tongue into you suddenly making you gasp, your hands balling into tight fists.

He notices you going rigid with the intensity of his tonguing.

"Relax. If you want to grab onto something, put your hands in my hair."

He takes one hand away from your leg and reaches for one of your tight fists.

"Come here," he opens your hand up and threads your fingers into his hair, and you sigh at the contact. It feels good. You bring your other hand up to his head and you can't help but start tugging. He encourages you with soft groans and before you know it you're grabbing harshly at his strands, letting off that pent up arousal from how good he's tongue fucking you, and it's distracting you so much that you forget to hold back your moans so much. And when he hears you, god, now you've got it coming.

He tongues you deep and hard, suddenly pulls out and swipes your clit- and his favourite part, watching your first ever orgasm through receiving oral- you whimper embarrassingly loud and he sucks every ounce of pleasure from your core.

Oh god, look at her. I'm so fucking lucky.  

You're breathing hard and bringing a hand to your flushed face, watching him pull away slowly, licking his lips and looking like he wants to do it all over again.

How embarrassing!? I came so quick.

"Did you-?" he knows, but he wants to hear you say it.

"Yes-" you give him a little glare and bite your lip.

"Fuck-" she really wants this.

"You just- you were touching me... for ages" you whine, making him chuckle and sit up on his knees.

"Ok, ok, I didn't say anything!" He laughs at you, making your face turn a new shade of red when you hear such a beautiful sound, until you're interrupted by the board tapping again.

It seems less urgent now, less pressing, as if it's not going to snap and hurt you at any moment.

But its next instruction leaves Megumi reeling. You see him scowl at the board, his black eyebrows furrowing before bringing a hand to his face.

"What is it?"

You peer over at the board. It seems to repeat itself for your eyes.

S - U - C - K

You let out a little nervous laugh, but you have a plan.

"Just- come here," you murmur- he seems embarrassed now.

You want to use Megumi's technique from earlier- how he kissed your hand rather than your lips.

"Give me your... fingers."

Your voice is quiet, but he hears you and brings his hand to yours, where you pull him closer in between your legs, till his knees are either side of your waist and he's nearly sitting on your lap.

It's just to buy you some time, really, before the spirit inevitably interrupts you again. And he seems pleased with your idea, watching you give his fingers a few gentle kisses before taking them inside your mouth.

He holds back a groan, feeling you start to suck, licking with your warm tongue and sliding your pretty lips over him. Your movements aren't meant to be overly sexual. You're just moving in the same way you were earlier, when you were making out. You close your eyes now and let out a little hum.

He wants you to obey the demon. He really does.

But now he's on the receiving end, he understands how you've felt... with such commands, telling him to touch you and pleasure you.

It's different now.

You see that look of concern build on his face. He looks so conflicted.

"Mm," you pop his fingers out, "Megumi- don't look so worried. The same goes for you."

He bites his lip with quite a pitiful look.

I can't force her to do this. I'd rather take another beating from that spirit.

"I want to," you mutter, turning his hand over to study his palm, while kissing and licking the pads of his fingers so cutely. Your shyness is fading away and you're feeling more comfortable- from how he treated you, and now seeing his cheekbones and the bridge of his nose light up the prettiest shade of pink.

"I want to..."

You don't want the spirit to interrupt you again, but you swear you've never said anything so dirty.

"suck you off."

"Uh-"

The sound from Megumi's mouth was half... hesitation, half something else.

He knows it was arousal.

His eyes flit about the room, noticing another candle relight itself.

"I-, uh..."

I want you, too.

I want your lips.

I want your mouth.

I want your tongue.

"Please let me?"

You've never done this before.

Your heart is pounding, but you'd do anything to make him feel more at ease right now... more comfortable with this situation.

"Y-yeah, um, do you want-"

Why am I so fucking nervous? Shit. When was the last time I felt like this? She's too beautiful to be doing something like this...

"Sit here." You tap the edge of your mattress, and he gets up to perch there, with you kneeling under him.

"You- yea- uhh- ok, ok-"

Your hands pressing his thighs open are a sure sign. He's starting to accept it now- starting to realise how much you want this.

"There's no rush- ok," one of his hands wraps around your wrist, before he starts to unzip his black jeans. The strain on his cock is slowly released- it's been pressing so uncomfortably since the second he had his hands on you. He reaches the button and pops it open, with you tugging eagerly at his belt loops.

"Ok, just-" he sits up and lets you get his jeans past his ass.

Now you can see the dark, wet stain on his black boxers. And how fucking tight they are.

"Megumi, you're-"

So hard.

So big.

"How-"

is he going to fit in my mouth?

You were feeling so confident...

He sees your wide eyes and takes one hand to palm the back of your neck. It's so obvious to him now.

She's never done this before.

"It's ok- just take it slow."

He moves his hand to cup your jaw, where his thumb presses over your lip.

"I'm very patient."

I can pretend to be patient. For her.

You edge closer, tentatively pressing your lips to the hard swell in his shorts.

He's so warm here. It feels wet.

You tug at his waistband now.

She looks so pretty. 

He allows you to pull down his shorts…and close your lips over-

"Mm-"

I want to fuck her mouth.

I want to fuck her throat.

I want to cum on her lips.

"That's it-"

Am I doing it right?

Can he feel my teeth?

I want to make him feel good. 

His expression tells you that it doesn't feel bad at least. So you keep going, now experimenting with your tongue- you slide it over his swollen pink tip, up and down the middle. 

Then you feel his hand on the back of your neck, gently pulling you closer. 

"Yeah, j-just open- oh-"

The fat swell of his tip is fully in your mouth now, and your lips are being guided further down.

"Good- so good-"

Now suck, suck it, just like you did with my fingers, please. 

"Mmh– fuck!"

You have no idea what you're doing, so you keep looking up at him for reassurance. 

He nods stiffly with his lips pressed shut, his hands now balled into tight fists around your sheets in a desperate attempt to tame himself and those strong urges...

I want to grab her neck.

I want her to choke on me.

I can't do it. Not to her.

He keeps his hips still and lets you do it at your own pace.

You bob your head up and down slowly, hearing him let out little sighs.

"Mm, keep- keep doing that-"

"Mhm-"

If she looks at me like that one more time I'm going to cum.

He brushes a stray hair out of your face, looking at your wide eyes... and even wider mouth, spread so beautifully over his dick.

"C-can you use your tongue for me?"

"Nng-"

You push your tongue along the underside of his shaft, sucking and licking and getting him all wet with your saliva.

"Th-that's it-"

She's gonna make me cum like this. I can't cum in her pretty mouth… not over her lips… or her face. 

"F-fuck–"

He tries to push out those terrible thoughts… of your body covered in marks, with his cum dripping down your chin. However hesitant he was about this, now you're doing it he never wants it to end. But he has to- he can't do it. Not like this.

"Sstop- stop!!"

"Ngh- sorry- d-did it feel bad??"

"N-no- I was about to…"

"You don't want to-?"

"No! Well, yes, but just… not in your… mouth."

Fuck. He can tell his cheeks are bright red.

"Then where…?"

She's so innocent. Does she know what she sounds like? Can she hear her own voice like I can? 

He looks you up and down, then starts to stand up, kicking off his pants and shorts completely. Sinking down to his knees, he gets up close and ushers you back, crawling forward and pressing you down onto the carpet.

Your back hits the wooden board and you nudge it out of the wayso you can lie flat, surrounded by the candles you lit earlier. Megumi lifts the board and places it outside the soft ring of light.

Turning back to you, he gets on top of your body, with your legs surrounding his waist.

"I want to have sex with you."

"It- it's ok- the board didn't t– mmff–"

He kisses you hard. 

"The spirit is gone."

You can feel it now. The heavy tension in the air has cleared and it doesn't feel like there's anyone watching you anymore.

"It's just me and you."

You let a nervous breath pass your lips.

If it's gone, wouldn't he want to stop now?

But without the spirit, everything feels warmer- his body feels warm over yours, and there's an incredible intimacy that surrounds you both.

You've been touching each other all evening, but this is different. Now your bodies are both completely bare, and you're alone, you're feeling more nervous than ever. Your hands lay at your sides, feeling the fibres of the carpet as your palms get clammy and hot. Your mouth feels dry and you don't know where to look. His body just gets your stomach in knots and his eyes… there's such an intense look there, as if he can see your thoughts.

At least, he can tell you're nervous.

"You don't get it, do you?"

It's almost as if he's scolding you. You keep your mouth shut, eyes wide and on his, looking confused but terribly pretty.

"It's not about the game. I want you…"

How are you supposed to tell him this is your first time??

"Megumi– I, I–"

I want you too.

I want to have sex with you.

"I've never done this before!!"

"It's okay, don't be scared. I can be gentle, if you want."

It's kind of mortifying that he's comforting you like this, but he's enjoying it a little too much.

I don't mind that you're a virgin. I want to show you what it's supposed to feel like.

"You should do it... how you like it."

You're embarrassed to say stuff like this but you really don't want him to be disappointed. It's not as if you have any clue what you're doing, so you'd prefer if he took the lead.

Oh, no. There's no chance you're getting it my way.

He can't stop the thoughts of your slender wrists bound behind your back with your ass slapped pink.

No, no, no.

He shakes his head and lets out a breathy laugh.

"You have no idea what you're asking for, do you?"

"No but- I, I just want you... to feel good."

He starts to open his mouth again, but you seal his lips with a kiss so sweet and tender it makes his heart melt.

"I'll take it slow, I promise, just tell me if it's too much okay?"

"Yeah"

~

Your lips are kiss swollen, parted and trembling, tears threatening to spill from your glassy eyes, but you draw in a deep breath and...

"Give me your hand, yeah hold me here. Is that good?"

...he's inside you.

Why can't I say anything?

Your mind has gone blank… the words are all gone.

"Are you okay?"

"Ye-ah–"

It's not just words you're struggling for.

It's your breath.

Now, little moans are choking up and you take your hand that's been clasping tightly at the back of his neck since the moment he sunk into you and you press it across your mouth. 

It's so embarrassing. Why am I making these sounds?

But they're being pushed out. You can't help it. With every one of his slow yet firm thrusts you feel your back arching off the carpet and your throat getting tighter. The heat rising in your abdomen is creating such an intense pressure you're sure you're going to explode any second. 

"Don't be shy," his cool fingers wrap around your wrist and he tugs gently, "please."

"Hah-ah-" your mouth is uncovered but you wish it wasn't.

A new pink flush floods your cheeks and you go to bury your head in his neck, but he doesn't let you.

"No, let me see you."

He stares into your irises intently. You blink back at him and try to focus on what to say. You have to say something… anything.

"W-hy am I…?" you make a weak gesture, just a glance, and he knows you're feeling conscious about the sounds you're making. 

"It's natural, I promise."

"But– mm– I can't control it– isn't that… weird?"

I could make you moan louder if I wanted.

He looks you up and down, biting his lip. You wonder what he's thinking.

"No, it's totally normal for girls to… moan-" he gives your lips a look of seduction that could make you faint, then your eyes get the same treatment, "during sex with me, anyway."

He keeps going and pins your hands above your head, interlocking his fingers with yours, making sure you don't try to cover your mouth or restrict yourself in any way.

He wants to see you. He wants to hear you. He wants all of you.

"Ngh- w-ait–" 

He's getting deeper… bigger?

Your head hits the carpet and he dives for your neck.

"Fuck– you're so pretty here."

He kisses you tenderly, but his movements are getting… harsh. The way he's grinding into your core is making you feel weak. Your mouth hangs open now– you need to fucking breathe.

You let out a few more whimpers– he feels the vibrations through your throat and he nearly loses his mind.

"Feels good, doesn't it?"

"Uh– uh huh"

The feeling is… unmistakable. You've never done this before, but you know what's coming. You trap your lip between your teeth and your eyebrows screw up, as if you're in pain, but what you're feeling is so far from that...

"Does it hurt?"

No, no, no, I'm just about to–

"Nnhh– it– it's–"

Too hard.

Too much... 

Too late-

"Fuck– oh fuck–" you watch his eyes lose focus on yours, for the first time.

"You're fucking squeezing me– sso– tight–" he groans- it's such a deep and full sound, right from his chest.

Your body hums and you let him take you through it. He keeps thrusting, controlling the flow of your pleasure, until he has to slow himself down. He's so thankful he has self discipline on his side, or he's pretty sure you'd be getting pregnant tonight.

"Gonna– fuuuckk…" 

He slips his dick out when you're done and presses down hard against your stomach, where he rubs himself and spurts hot, white cum up your body. 

He came so much… all he can do is moan and move his body slower and slower, sliding his tip through the liquid on your stomach. His moaning soon turns into soft giggles– you join him, in the ecstatic post high of love making– and he presses his now flushed face into your neck. 

"S-sorry I made such a mess…" he half whispers. 

He finally lets go of your hands and sits up, allowing you to catch your breath and come down for a moment, before he helps you up and gets you all clean. Luckily, there's a bathroom right next to your room, so he runs the water hot and fills the tub.

"Is it warm enough? Good, let me help."

No, he doesn't do this with everyone he's slept with. Why is he doing it with you? He doesn’t know. Why is he climbing in the bath with you and caressing the marks on your body like he didn't just put them there himself? He doesn't have the answers, but he does know he's staying with you all night. And in the morning he'll walk you to campus. He won't forget anything that happened with you last night. He'll remember every detail and they'll play through his head all day– he'll recall them so vividly that the tips of his ears will be constantly pink throughout the day. His friends will comment that he looks particularly distant, but he'll deny it and hope they don't notice how he's totally smitten, daydreaming of you.

He manages to keep up this weak act until he sees you again. That's when all his senses just fly away and he wants to hold you in the middle of your lab. He wants to unbutton that oversized white coat and just strip it off you– he's almost annoyed that he can't see your figure, as if he's entitled to it.

But that would probably make his situation worse. It would only make that yearning, soft feeling in his chest grow– and it does. With the days and months passing, he only chases it… chases you. Until he can't take it anymore and only wants to be by your side, suddenly but assertively asking you to be his. And the way you look at him makes him panic for a few seconds– you're just so shocked. Perhaps he was too urgent? Too forceful?

His words kind of came out a little aggressive. Perhaps a little desperate. But he couldn't help it. 

And the way your body is pinned under his on your bed with your pupils blown wide and your mouth gasping makes him want to do terrible things to you. But not without this. Not without you agreeing.

"Yes…"

You don't know what it entails "to be his" but you get the feeling he means… he wants you to be his girlfriend. 

Megumi Fushiguro's girlfriend? Now, that doesn't sound too bad.

tysm for reading, lmk if u like longer stuff like this, i hope to write more :p

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[elleoelliot]

omg.

[elleoelliot]

i realllyyyyy need a yandere!creepypastas fic…. should i just write it myself

[elleoelliot]

creepypasta / marble hornets

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tim wright

brian thomas

jeff woods

tobias erin rodgers

jack nyras

ben lawman

liu woods

evan myers/HABIT

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[elleoelliot]

ask me!

guys!!!! i would love it if you could make requests. im really in the spirit to write these days, and i wanna write what my audience likes.

i write for:

-jujutsu kaisen

-my hero academia

-haikyuu!!

-love and deepspace

genres:

-fluff

-heavy/light angst

-smut

-dark themes : yandere, stalking, kidnapping, dubcon, etc

-hurt/comfort

-drabbles/smau

what i don’t write for:

-piss kink

-scat

-bile

-feet fetish

-necrophilia

generally everything else i can try my best to write for :)

thanks babies!!!

click this and press “ask me anything” to put in a request- remember, please try to be descriptive so there’s no miscommunication!!

[elleoelliot]

hi angel!! i hope im doing this right im lowkey so dumb when it comes to requesting on tumblr….i was wondering if you could do something like your megumi fic with yuji or geto? whichever is easier for u!! i just got done reading it and literally my bottom lip is shaking like a cartoon 😭😭 i’m sobbing

i totally get it if u don’t wanna, but still thank u so much!! drink water + we looooveeee uuuuuuu 💗💗

@ayaseos of course! sorry it took me so long to get to this request, super busy with school and healing mentally. thank you for the request <3

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looks like the cat did a number on you

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g. suguru x fem!reader, established relationship

in a world where kenjaku never happened (fuck u kenjaku)

tw; angst, depression, cvtting (graphic), su!c!de attempt, suguru has a slight savior complex

synopsis °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*: suguru knows you too well.

wc; 1.8k

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anybody in the world can be sad.

whether it's the most happiest, successful person you know, or a stranger brushing past in the supermarket.

it's human.

but this- this couldn't be human. this is evil.

exhaustion fills your body like a shroud of darkness, anchoring you to your bed. and while an anchor may seem like a great thing to have, it only drags you further into the abyss you have found yourself lost in, like floating through thick water with, at most, half an oxygen tank; not enough to keep you afloat, but enough to keep you breathing.

and in this abyss, the terrible thoughts come easy. you drown in these thoughts; the thoughts telling you that you aren't strong, or smart enough ; not kind enough to have friends; not nearly enough for suguru geto; not enough to be here, among people who are enough.

you begin to find comfort in these terrible things you find yourself believing. comparing your own strength, knowledge, kindness to others. maybe, you believe it's good for your growth. a little toxic motivation, thats all.

but its a weight on your soul.

on many days, you barely get out of bed to eat, or drink, at least voluntarily. you don't work out or do anything productive. you just. sink.

it's not that you try to. you try the opposite, actually. but the weight of it all is too much. the only energy you have is to stay awake and blink, or feed your brain with not-so-helpful media on your phone.

often, you would find yourself imagining your death. maybe you're alone, in a car crash, or killed by a curse in front of the people you love. the thought of dying, the thought of people caring, the thought of being released from the evil that devours you, fills something in you that you can't quite place. the thought of a permanent solution so you never, ever have to feel pain again.

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suguru knows. hes known, actually, for a long time. because he's been through it himself. countless days where all he could do was watch life go by. years ago, he'd lose pound after pound, leaving him a shell of himself.

but he had began healing, slowly. that time had scarred him, but nonetheless, he was healing. especially because of you, his light, his love, and his life, as well as his two precious girls.

throughout his years of knowing you and your depression, hes taken care of you so sweetly. he'd make sure your room had enough sunlight, as if you were a little plant, cooked you what used to be your favorites, went on walks with you, or simply just napped with you.

as time went on, taking care of you was one of the reasons he began to heal, too. simply opening the curtains for the light to shine also made him feel like he wasn’t stuck anymore, because he saw the light on your face and it made everything seem okay again. bringing you water, cooking you food, doing the simple things made him feel like he had a purpose again, made him feel strong again, because he was ensuring that you, his person, his happiness, his life, received the things that you deserve the most. it made him happy because you were happy, and that was all he could wish for.

however, you were one to hide things. you hid your pain well. the dips of energy on a particularly bad day, masked by a simple lack of sleep. the cutting of your wrists, the slap of a hairtie, all concealed by skin-toned bandages and long sleeves even in summer.

often, suguru would kiss your wrists, worship your skin, cry with you, and wish he could absorb your depression like a curse. he'd do his best to make you forget all about it, he'd do his best to make you feel like you were enough. and you would, for a time. but not always. and never permanently.

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today was the day.

you knew it from when you woke up, the bed cold and empty next to you from suguru's absense.

you knew it from when you sat up from bed, and tried to cry, but you could only feel hollow and numb from head to toe.

you knew it from when you dug your fingers into your palm, trying to elicit some feeling out of your body, but your head was cloudy with the belief that no, you aren't enough, and you never will be. the belief that you aren’t enough for the love you receive from suguru. you aren’t worth the effort he puts into helping you heal. the belief that the achingly hollow space of your heart is much too vast for anyone to navigate, not suguru, not you.

you knew it from the weakness of your body as you trudged to the bathroom, feet against the cold tile; a last, fleeting feeling you basked in.

you knew it from the way you didn't bother gripping the sink for balance as you tumbled into the bath, filling it up with cold water. (what did it matter, anyway?)

you knew, because no one was there to stop you when you took the razor, and cut.

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suguru got home only moments after you had done it.

he found you, there in the bathroom, blood staining the water in deep red ribbons as it spread throughout the tub. you, your wrist crimson with deep gashes, head limp against your shoulder, unconscious.

he choked on a gasp as he took the blade from your loosened fingers, pulling you out of the cold, bloodied water. he set you on the tile before checking your pulse- there, but faint, slow, like withering embers.

he began trying to stop the bleeding as he called his doctor in a panic. he pressed on your wrist firmly with a towel, leaning his whole body weight onto your wrist to stop the blood from spewing out.

“sweetheart? baby, can you hear me?” his voice croaked as he leaned over you, eyes brimming with tears.

he choked on a sob as you remained unconscious, eyes shut and mouth slightly gaping.

as the bleeding stopped, he began disinfecting the wound. the doctor came, easing him aside as she began to wrap your wound. she stepped out of the bathroom to let suguru undress you and dry you off.

as he did, he quietly cursed himself for not being here for you more. for not letting you wake up with his arms around you. for not having time to prepare breakfast for you before leaving in a hurry to tend to his follower's missions. for not seeing the signs sooner. for not saving you quick enough

he cried silently, tears splattering on the tile as he dried you off, the barely-there rise and fall of your chest made his heart clench painfully.

he dressed you in a thick, fluffy robe before leaning over, caressing your face.

“it’s okay, my love. im here. im always here,” his voice shook as he spoke gently into your ears, feeling the soft surface of your skin against his palm.

he carried you out of the bathroom and onto the bed, where the doctor had set up an IV stand. she prepared it, sticking the needle into your uninjured wrist before speaking softly to suguru.

“she lost a lot of blood, sir. she will need to eat soon, and someone will need to be here to monitor her for at least 2 days.”

suguru nodded. his followers could wait. his person couldn’t.

the doctor left and suguru slid in beside you, letting his warmth envelop your rather cold body. he whispered unheard words to you, tales of your worth, beauty, kindness, and strength.

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you blinked awake, senses slowly coming back to you as you felt the ache of your wrist. then, you felt the warmth next to you, suguru's frame pressed close to your shoulder.

“hi, sweetheart,” he almost whispered, voice breaking slightly as he looked into your eyes. you saw the shine of his irises, glistening in the dim light of the room.

“su-suguru-“ you tried to speak, reaching for him sluggishly. he pulled you in softly, letting you wrap your arms around him.

you felt so much all at once. first, exhaustion. then, the dread that your attempt hadn’t worked; the embarrassment. you were so ready to leave this earth, to leave everything you’ve ever known, but you hadn’t. the hollow ache of your heart gnawed at you, your mind consumed with an overwhelming emptiness that was so vacant in a way that was heavy, gruesome, and deadly.

next was the guilt. the guilt that your love had seen you in such a disturbing state, unbelievably vulnerable and weak, and was forced to take care of you despite his own struggles- not just for this one day, but for all of the days before, where he cared for you like no other. your love, who made sure you were fed despite your wants and lack of energy, who made sure you got up at least once throughout the day. your love, who loved you.

and there was the emptiness. the sickening, heavy feeling of your own mind that still remained even after digging the blade through your wrists with no remorse. you still wanted to die.

you stayed gently curled up against suguru, clutching onto his shirt as he caressed your back, pressing soft kisses against your temple. he was crying silently, tears rolling down his face as he took care of you.

“you don’t have to talk, my love. not until you’re ready,” he spoke delicately against your hair, softly breathing in your scent, grounding him. “i know what it feels like. more than anyone, honey,” he murmured. “but i love you. and i will never stop loving you. and i will go to the ends of the earth if it means you are here, right by my side, forever and always,” he breathed, his voice shaky as he continued.

“i care for you. so much, y/n, more than you realize. so please do not suffer with these thoughts alone. let me carry it with you, and maybe then, it will begin to feel lighter.”

your eyes teared up, clenching the fabric of his shirt.

“i’m so sorry, sugu, it hurt so bad-“ your voice broke.

“i know, baby, i know,” he gently whispered, stroking your hair.

“but i will never stop loving you. i will never stop caring for you. you are my love, and you are my light. you are more than enough for me, and more than enough for everyone around you. you are cherished, and you are missed so dearly when you are absent that it hurts.

you are a necessity in my life and for the rest of our lives, i will make sure you know that you are enough because you are you.”

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁.

if you are struggling with thoughts of su!c!de, please talk to the people around you, or even talk to me. i promise that you are loved and cherished.

[bfbkg]

luna…

need cuddlefucking with bakugou por favor :(

-mars(aplanet)

SOFA SURFING (4.1k)

— bakugou katsuki x f!reader

synopsis: you and your boyfriend have to sleep on his family sofa because his mother turned his bedroom into an arts and crafts room.

what's coming up: fluff, smut (p in v, fingering (f) unprotected), having to be quiet, loads of pet names, established relationship, bkg's parents here!, set in japan, italics for japanese luna says: this was written when i was taking requests. i am not now. thank u @marsaplanet !!! probs needs another proofread. thank u aali for title hehe

“i fucking hate this,” you boyfriend says squished beside you, forced to be a big spoon on his parent’s tiny very public living room sofa. it’s only tiny because you’re sharing it with him.

it takes you longer than necessary to twist around with the small space you’re allowed. in order to accommodate bakugou’s big body that can barely manage a single bed, you’re left to only be able to lay on your sides. though once you manage, you give katsuki a pout in the dark and his chin a peck.

“i’m sorry your mum changed your bedroom into an arts and crafts room,” then you look away from him, which is quite hard considering you’re face to face, nose to nose, “it is such a nice room though. i’d love one of those.”

since bakugou became pro, he moved out of his parent’s home at the humble age of eighteen years old and never returned permanently. for the first few years, his parents kept his bedroom how it is, ready for him to visit when he wanted a traditional home cooked dinner instead of the unhealthy western food or just a break from the intense world of heroics. 

but this visit, without warning, his mother has changed his sweet all-might and manga filled bedroom into a well prepared arts and crafts room. fashion drawings up on the walls, sewing machines that cost more than your computer, rolls and rolls of fabrics and so much more. 

if bakugou didn’t plan to help his father out early tomorrow morning with his fishing gear, he would have booked a nearby hotel instead of attempting to stay over on the living room sofa with you.

he does love being this close to you though. having you tangled in his arms, your leg slung over his waist and your breasts pressed to his chest. you’re in a permanent cuddle unless you want to fall off the sofa or be crushed by your boyfriend during the night.

“no, i don’t care about my bedroom. i’d rather sleep in a goddamn bed,” he complains until you shush him.

“too loud, kats. your parents are sleeping.”

bakugou rolls his eyes but he does get noticeably quieter. he tightens his grip on you and his words tickle your ear, “shoulda got a hotel nearby. we haven’t… damn.”

he trails off, blinking slowly at you.

you know exactly what he means. you curl a wheat blonde lock around your finger and pull slightly. bakugou releases a low whine that vibrates into your body.

“i know, but we’ll be home tomorrow,” you sympathise. you get it. you really do. “you can have me all to yourself then.”

you shift your lower body to get comfortable, you swear it’s only because your leg is going dead laying on your side for so long. you twist into bakugou, your crotch bumping right over his. just at the feeling of him, hard and thick against your soft thigh, you eat your words. you don’t want tomorrow, you want him now.

bakugou had been on a two week long mission across the world, solving crime and fighting villains. he’s barely been able to call you during the weeks. a few texts littered in and definitely no photos due to the top secret nature of the mission. only to then arrive in your home country to meet you at the airport to fly to japan to meet his parents. it was the only time he could fit them in on his busy schedule and in an attempt to spend as much time with you as possible, you came along also.

which leads you about to hump your boyfriend like a teenager in his family living room. you were surrounded by family photos and cute baby photos. even a drawing he made of all-might when he was seven next to a photo of him with all-might at seventeen. you get to the baby photos his mother has already text to you, she knows to send every one she finds for your collection. 

but face to face with the grown katsuki, large hand spread over your lower back to press your hips into his. you can practically taste his breath, minty toothpaste that freshens your nose also. even in the dark you can see the lovesick way he stares at you, a sad pitiful gaze on your lips then your eyes. it even makes you laugh because despite how hot you are, trapped in his sleepy cuddle, you refuse to wear your usual pyjamas in his living room. your usual little boy shorts and a tank top for bed time. big tshirt and underwear. you’re in a long sleeve plaid set, just in case anyone wakes up for a glass of water in the night. 

bakugou can work around all the fabric. placing his hand on your bare back. pinging your elastic waistband against your hip. he doesn’t give a fuck, still counting this as his home despite the lack of bedroom. he’s shirtless, just a pair of shorts on.

“i haven’t seen you in weeks, doesn’t even feel like i had you today and the only alone time we get is on my fuckin’ sofa,” he huffs, stuffing his big head in the crook of your neck. bakugou inhales harshly, nose brushing against your silk bonnet, chest pressed right into yours.

you’re already whining, gripping on a semblance of control. “tomorrow, kats. tomorrow.”

you feel his stubble against your cheek, prickly but makes him look so fine. a few years older, a little rougher. bakugou pulls out your neck at your tone. he can predict you from a mile away.

“y’need me, baby? i haven’t been takin’ care of you, have i?”

always the first to read the room, always the first to read you. sugar sweet words from him have you falling apart like a dandelion, using your hooked leg around his waist to hump your hips against his cock.

it has been weeks. you’re used to being dicked down at least four times a week by him with multiple rounds but now, nothing. you could drool at the memory of being filled to the brim, your knees by your ears as he thrusts as an alternate way to show his love. honestly, you’d love to be pounded by him right now, pressed into a mattress with your beautiful man above you.

“b-but we can’t. your parents are across the hall. i’m not waking them. a-nd all your baby photos are out, this is your living room,” you reply, chewing on your bottom lip. you can feel your clit pulse, a hot tightness that gets you moving without meaning to, “we don’t have space either a-and you’re loud.”

bakugou narrows his eyes, pursing his lips, “you’re louder than me.”

“kats,” you warn, “remember in april, for your birthday?”

“that’s ‘cause you fuckin’ touched my—,”

you peck his lips to shut him up but it only draws out the palpable need between you both. your hand flies to his cheek as he pulls you back in. he rests on his forearm slightly to get the best angle on your lips, sliding his tongue into your mouth.

your kisses are louder than the words you just spoke. 

everything happens all at once with a rush you didn’t know you both felt. on the same equilibrium, you clutch a tuft of bakugou’s blonde locks to keep his open mouth over yours, his tongue licking after yours. but every time he tries, you smile or grin or touch his tongue for a second before pulling back.

“stop playin’ with me, baby,” he whines against your lips, “gimme a taste.”

it’s always done something to you, your boyfriend just yesterday was shouting at his sidekicks and team in a foreign country, strategising a plan and being the voice everybody listens to. to now, him listening to you, begging you to give him more.

you don’t need to speak, you just slot your mouth over his in a wet kiss that is all tongue. you lick your tongue over his, circle it with the tip before letting him suck completely.

your moans bubble up, your thigh tenses around his waist and bakugou’s hand under your shirt is hot. 

“you’re gonna have to fuck me, kats. i can’t sleep like this,” you whisper, laying kisses across his jaw as he catches his heaving breaths. 

you lick over his earlobe, complete with a nibble to make him fall apart. “fuck. i know, i know. turn around f’me.”

you pout, “why? i wanna see your face.”

he grins, he’s exactly the same, “just for now. it’ll be easier for me. i’ll still be here.”

you huff dramatically, awkwardly shifting around so your back is to his chest. you lock eyes with three year old katsuki in the cutest red dungarees you’ve ever seen. though the actual katsuki behind you already has his massive hand under your shirt and on your stomach, fingers passing your elasticated waistband.

your hand flies to his, “not in front of your baby photos. look how cute you were.”

bakugou scoffs behind you, instead opting to unbutton your pyjama shirt, “the fuck? were? i still am.”

you look back, letting him reveal your breasts. you shove down the blanket to your knees. “you hate me calling you cute?”

bakugou kisses your neck then presses his cock into your ass without meaning to, “i’m still the cutest man you know.”

“you’re so stupid,” you giggle softly, eyes fluttering shut as his hands finally sneak past your waistband, over your tuft of hair and onto your soft clit. “oh shit.”

bakugou knows you better than he knows himself. he knew you wouldn’t be wearing underwear, he knew you’d already be wet and he knew you’d give in.

with two flat pads of his fingers, katsuki rubs firm clockwise circles into you, letting you shove and kick your pyjama bottoms to the ground. he lets you adjust to him, opening your legs wider and resting your leg on his hip behind you. 

you moan open mouthed, head falling back onto his bicep as he lifts himself upon his elbow.

“quiet, baby. feels good, though?” he asks, completely captivated by you.

it looks like you’re from a sexy christmas calendar despite it being mid july. your red and green plaid pyjama shirt is completely unbuttoned, naked body stretched around his and rolling your hips into his hand. 

“so good. so good, gorgeous,” you mumble, running your hand over his thick arm between your legs. you kiss his bicep by your cheek, “missed this with you. being—,” you inhale sharply, then soften into a whine, “being this close to you.”

“i know, baby. i get it. didn’t see your pretty face for two weeks. was going insane, staring at photos of you. fisted my cock over them one night,” he grunts into your ear and he feels your breathing hitch, your head roll back to look at him already looking down at you.

“kats, oh god,” you mewl as the sounds between your legs get louder, squelching and wet. “w-which picture, baby?”

katsuki stops the circles on your clit, instead choosing to sink his two fingers inside of you. you reach your hand behind you, fingers crawling into his hair and gripping. it only riles him up, a deep growl into your neck.

“those mirror selfies you sent before i left. on your bed, ass up in those tiny ass yellow panties you’ve got. and that one i took of you in my bed half naked in my old tee, so fuckin’ sexy baby.”

he curls his fingers inside, rubbing at your wet ribbed walls over and over again, pressing against your softest spots.

“oh fuck. oh fuck, kats,” you chant, your hips jolting without thought, your lower half burning up with the influx of pleasure, “right there. please.”

“you’re so beautiful, baby,” your boyfriend coos. he feels your stomach tense on his arm and he knows exactly what that means, “come for me, all over my hand. c’mon, darlin’.”

sliding your hand between your thighs, you only rub your clit a few times as bakugou keeps up pistoning inside you. despite your brewing orgasm, you’re only excited about being completely and utterly full by him afterwards.

you let your orgasm wash over you with ease. clenching your eyes shut as you’re mindful to keep quiet. honey and delight ripples over your body, a warming heat spreading under your skin starting right at your core.

“kats… kats… fuck,” you mumble and when you’re about to do one of your typical high pitched screams, bakugou smushes his face over yours to swallow them. he’s feels your vocal chords vibrate in the kiss and only when he’s sure you’re going to be quiet, he pulls off you.

you stop touching at your clit and bakugou slowly pulls his fingers out of you to stuff in his mouth.

you’re panting heavy, eyes closed and laying back on him with all your weight. still, you manage to laugh “you’re so… you really missed me?”

with your heaving chest, you look back at katsuki, shirtless in the dark with his tongue between his two fingers. “a fuckin’ stupid amount.”

you eye his tattoo of your name on his collarbone, then your eyes on his inner bicep amongst his tattoo sleeve. katsuki hasn’t seen his parents in months, you only a few weeks ago yet he still flew you across the world to spend time with him. it all hits you differently now, his love spreading through you at a rate you can’t measure.

“i love you. thanks for bringing me here.”

bakugou smirks, pecking your forehead, “one orgasm and you’re getting sappy on me?”

you scrunch your eyebrows together, “katsuki. say it back now.”

“‘course i goddamn love you.” he hums, watching as you twist around to face him again.

you’re back to being nose to nose with your lover, bare chest against bare chest. “your koibito.”

this is your second visit to japan with katsuki meeting his parents but despite that, you’ve heard him speak japanese over the phone and chatting with his friends. he’s taught you a few words and sentences, often helpful when he’s watching his japanese dramas with the english subtitles on for you.

but one word his father taught you was koibito. it was the first thing he said when you stepped out of the taxi with the same smile as your boyfriend and his arms out to embrace you.

“you brought your koibito!” katsuki’s father says to him, in a mix of both languages so you understand also. his arms wrap around you in greeting.

you don’t miss bakugou’s blush but you do miss when he says something very fast to his father in japanese.

“what’s koibito?” you ask, as his father brings your suitcase inside and you watch katsuki take his out the car boot.

he’s still flushed, cute red cheeks as he glances up at you. “lover. like my partner. my person.”

“oh!” you say, “why didn’t he just say girlfriend?”

you know the word for girlfriend.

bakugou sighs under his breath, placing his suitcase on the floor, “i think ‘cause it’s my second time bringing you ‘round. koibito is more serious, a committed relationship.”

you grin, hugging his arm, “i’m your koibito!”

bakugou says the same thing he said then but more solemnly. with a soft nod, “you are and i’m yours.”

you can’t help but pout at him, lifting your face to press your lips into his. it’s starts off slow, controlled but all too soon, bakugou is shoving his shorts below his ass and you’re wrapping your fingers around his cock.

“gonna love you properly when we—,”

“shh, it’s okay. just want you now,” you speak into his mouth, obsessed with how quickly he begins panting. you flick your wrist over him a few times. he’s already as big as he can get, stiff and curved, slapped against his lower stomach.

“put me in, baby,” katsuki drawls, his lips over your cheek.

again, you cock your leg over his hip. you just need to lift up a little, press his cockhead between your legs and let him do the rest but—

“we need to use a condom. can’t make a mess on the sofa, kats,” you whine.

half lidded eyes look back at you. you can tell he’s strategising, adding up ratios to likelihoods and where the hell his wallet is and if he even stocked it with condoms.

you feel him pulse, hot and heavy in your hand.

“no clue where they are, baby. we can put the blanket under us and i’ll wash it in the mornin’. yeah?” he brushes his nose over yours.

honestly, bakugou could have said anything and you would have said sure.

after a rushed shuffle of stuffing the blanket underneath your hips, you fist bakugou’s tip and press him against your opening.

“move kats,” you whisper and in one push, bakugou slides into you utterly and completely.

in unison, a moan ripples out of you both, one of pure relief. even though you’re across the world from yours, slotted like a final puzzle piece with your lover feels like home. 

you slide a hand under bakugou’s cheek between the pillow and wrap your other arm around his back in a cuddle. bakugou’s the same, with a hand spread over your lower back and his other arm under your side to keep you close.

“you are so perfect,” bakugou whispers to you, pressing a kiss to your lips. you’re warm and slippery, an easy glide from your orgasm before. he almost doesn’t want to move, wanting you to cockwarm him until the morning.

“so are you,” you smile, breathing a little shaky because despite not moving, he still manages to press against your sensitive spots. you bite down on your bottom lip to suppress a groan. “f-fuck.”

“i used to sit here as a kid, wonderin’ when i’d get a girl. what she’d look like, if i’d even like her,” he chuckles to himself. he taps your ass softly.

“w-why wouldn’t you like your girlfriend?” you reply, blinking slowly.

“i was a dick. girls would ask me out at school and i never liked ‘em back. thought my first relationship would be completely one sided.” he breathes a half hearted laugh. “how wrong was i?”

you giggle softly, brushing his locks off his forehead. “so wrong. i’d love to tell teen katsuki how many times you begged to take me out.” 

he kisses your cheek, “he’d say you’re a fuckin’ liar.”

“flying me here to meet your parents twice. you love me so much. it actually might be one sided.” you cheese and bakugou playfully rolls his eyes.

“won’t even be fuckin’ surprised with how much i think about you.”

bakugou punctuates his comment with a thrust, an easy bounce of his hips as you lay tangled side by side.

he sees your eyes roll back in real time, a swear falling past your lips.

“oh shit. oh shit, i missed this,” you warble as bakugou keeps up his thrusts, every one keeping him deep and full inside of you. 

“shh, baby,” he says over your lips, “fuck, i love you.”

“i love you too.”

every slap of bakugou’s hips causes your chest to bounce, has you inching up the sofa but he keeps you in place. he feels incredible, everywhere. his lips on your neck, nibbling your shoulder. you don’t mean to scratch down his back but when the sweet gets sweeter you need a release somewhere. 

it’s only when bakugou speeds up his thrusts, thighs slapping against thighs, heavy breaths transferred from mouth to mouth that the sofa starts to creak. loudly.

“we’re… we’re too loud,” you moan in pleasure, practically hugging bakugou’s big head to your shoulder.

“old ass fuckin’—,” bakugou bites on your shoulder to stop his moan waking up the whole house, he can’t stop now. if it’s not the squelching of you and him, the sofa is groaning too.

there’s nothing you can do about it but stop though you both refuse to. he’s hitting all your best spots at this pace. it’s as if fireworks are being lit all over your skin, your next orgasm rumbling.

“p-please don’t stop,” you cry into him, “i’m so close.”

“not stoppin’ for shit, baby,” 

having not seen each other in two weeks, means you’re both closer quicker than usual. bakugou notes your cute little gasp, you’re about to come.

“all for me,” he coos, “lemme have it all.”

amongst the slaps, the creaks and bakugou’s accidental loud grunts, you come all over his cock.

again, he envelops you in a kiss, swallowing everything you release. you tremble and shake in his arms, tensing tight around him which only sets him off.

he tries to keep up his pace for your orgasm but his own makes him jolty and stuttered. instead he goes for slow and deep, keeping you still with his arm locked around you.

“my beautiful baby,” he’s completely fucked out as he spills inside of you, the added friction of his come making him slide even deeper. 

your hand flies to his hip, “t-too much.”

bakugou gets you, mumbling an apology in your temple and opting to pull out. but once he does, dribbles of his come does too. 

“oh fuck,” 

with the original plan completely forgotten, bakugou grabs your pyjama bottoms and wipes you up.

“katsuki!” you whisper-whine.

“didn’t wanna make a mess. don’t want my mum on my ass,” he speaks to between your legs, lightly dabbing you down. 

“i hope we weren’t loud” you say, blinking up at him. then embarrassment washes over you, “acting like horny teenagers. we should have waited katsuki. we were so loud.”

bakugou kisses you quiet, “they’re both old as fuck, nothin’ is wakin’ them up. you’re good, baby. we’re good.”

“still don’t even know if your mother likes me—,”

“fuck off with that shit. you both text all the time.”

it’s true, that’s how you grow your folder of bakugou fun facts and baby stories.

“okay,” you mumble and you feel cosy when he kisses you on the tip of the nose. “i really liked this.”

bakugou grins cutely, stuffing your dirty pyjama bottoms on the floor. he’ll remember to wash them tomorrow. “yeah? next time i’ll eat you and—,”

“shh, i said i enjoyed this now with you,” you emphasise and bakugou gets it.

“me too. missed you.”

breakfast with the bakugou’s is a mixture of japanese and english. you forced Katsuki into a t-shirt because your scratches down his back look like hes been attacked by a cat in his sleep. he’s also in a new pair of shorts since he gave the ones he wore last night to you. your pyjama bottoms stained with him are currently what you’re staring at, swirling around the washing machine.

you refuse to talk, completely convinced your boyfriend’s parents heard you fucking their son in their living room the night before. you stuff your scrambled egg in your mouth and katsuki can feel the anxiety dripping from you.

he sighs to himself, “did you guys hear anythin’ last night?”

you gasp, kicking katsuki’s foot under the table. what the fuck?

“what do you mean? was it the matsumo’s sprinklers again? they’re always fucking going off at night.” his mother replies in japanese and you blink at her, “our stupid neighbours sprinklers are broken. sorry if they woke you up, honey.”

you sit up straight, shocked at how you weren’t caught, “oh uh, no! it was only for five minutes and it stopped.”

you look over at katsuki who grins sadistically.

“i heard dad snoring. still haven’t got that checked out, huh?”

“snoring?” his dad frowns, with accented english.

“snoring, dad.” katsuki translates.

“i’ve been tellin’ him!” his mother chips in, “he still refuses to go!”

“there is nothing wrong with a little snoring,” his father defends, “sorry if you heard it though, yn.”

you shake your head, “not a thing! i must have been asleep.”

for the rest of breakfast, you watch as the bakugous laugh, eat and bicker amongst themselves. every booming laugh from katsuki has him looking at you, checking if you’re okay, feeling safe and included. 

as katsuki’s mum shows his dad something on her phone, katsuki squeezes your thigh.

“told ya they didn’t hear shit.”

but katsuki’s mum has ears of an eagle, her head robotically turning to look at you both.

“hear what?”

you almost choke on your spit.

katsuki rolls his eyes, “nothin’ mum. mind your business.”

“don’t smart me. i can still slap your head.”

[elleoelliot]

i am in fact easy like a sunday morning

[elleoelliot]

here, everyone knows you’re the way to my heart

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f. megumi x fem!reader, established relationship

tw; depression, sewerslide attempt/OD (kinda vivid description)

synopsis °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*: the depression came back.

2k words

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it was bad. that feeling came back again, worse this time. it was just a comment from a friend that you couldn’t even remember anymore, but it hurt. it flipped a switch and suddenly, that familiar feeling came crawling back. it settled deep in your bones and made its home deep in your chest beneath your ribs, squeezing at your heart and your lungs. it felt like daytime before the light was shut off and you were surrounded in pitch black, confused and disoriented and scared.

you thought you had healed from it. you pushed through days like they were nothing, smiling and laughing without the weight of it all. so when it settled deep in your bones, it was heavy. like each of your limbs had gained an extra 20 pounds and they were too heavy to carry all on your own.

but the weight in your mind was the worst of it all. your own head weighed greatly on your shoulders, your thoughts all scrambled together in a muddy mess without a way to organize them.

with that came worse thoughts. suddenly, you started to notice the bad things. the way a stranger wouldn’t smile back, the way your friends would leave you out of a photo. the way your mom got angry at you for something you forgot and the way that everything you were as a person was worth nothing. the little things only dug you deeper to the point where you couldn’t see the light above you.

you started to deteriorate completely. you hated what you were- a misunderstood mess that nobody felt like helping to clean up. and when you looked in the mirror, you hated what you saw more than ever. maybe you gained some weight or lost some, or maybe nothing even changed, but all you could feel was repulsion towards your own body and mind. and it showed.

your own soul was suffocating beneath soft smiles and laughs, the feeling of your jaw clenching when you would think about it, and you would smile, yet again. the feeling of saying “im okay” with your voice wobbling, swallowing down a lump that you grew akin to. the feeling of never fully being there in a conversation, constantly spacing out and not paying attention. the unease of your tummy as they ask further questions, the rapid beating of your heart as the sound only gets louder, quicker, and it swallows you whole. the feeling of wanting to claw yourself out of your own skin to feel something, anything other than the grief of watching yourself wither away.

and one night, your thoughts got much too heavy for your head. everyone had noticed beforehand, but they never asked too many questions, keeping it to “are you okay?” and “are you sleeping well?”you would never blame them for not noticing- you were good at hiding it. good at concealing the eyebags, good at smiling even when you didn’t feel like it. it was okay.

but megumi- he noticed. of course he did, he was the best boyfriend ever worst. he pushed further, asking too many questions too fast. and you pushed him away. you pushed everyone away, shrinking into a shell of yourself, too afraid to step outside of it. megumi loved you anyway, and you knew. but it was too much.

you sat on your bed, letters stacked in a neat pile on your dorm nightstand. your room was clean for once, so they wouldn’t find you and the mess that was your room.

you held a bottle of pain reliever pills, given to you by Shoko after a mission a few months ago. sluggishly, you twisted the cap, pouring a handful into your palm, shaking it as you heard the soft clinks.

it was dark in your room, far past midnight and the whole dormitory was asleep. megumi and yuji were away on a mission, leaving you with nobara. your brain was filled with static and white noise as you fiddled with the pills, unsure.

you thought about megumi, what he’d think once he got the call. maybe his heart would break, or maybe he’d be indifferent.

your eyes were half-lidded and droopy as you breathed slowly, trying to understand the weight of your depression before you really made up your mind.

trying to understand it was like trying to have a conversation with a dry sponge. it sucked the life out of you.

you were too tired to fight it.

it was better to nip it in the bud completely- a permanent solution.

you popped the pills in your mouth, gulping them down with a chug of your favorite drink.

‘at least i get one last thing to make me happy.’

when you swallowed, you could feel the pills weighing at the bottom of your tummy uncomfortably. you shuffled into bed and under the covers.

you were shivering, a sudden chill washing over your body. your heart and lungs clenched strangely as you tried to regulate your breathing. ‘is this it?’ you thought to yourself, rethinking your decision. what if you got better? what if you found happiness again?

you reached over to your phone, your heart pounding in your ears as you clicked a random contact. and you called.

you heard it ringing as you flopped back down into bed, limbs twitching as your vision faded in and out, like a busted old movie clip from the 1950’s.

“girl, do you know how late it is? what’s up? you could’ve just came over to my room..” she said, sleep laced in her words.

you could barely speak, your mouth twitching as it moved, but almost no sound came out.

“mm.. help..” you muttered into the speaker.

she hung up and you could hear the pitter-patters down the hallway to your room as she kicked the door open. she hoped she wouldn’t remember the state you were in.

“fuck!” she screamed, fiddling with her phone to call gojo. you couldn’t hear much, a ringing sound and your heartbeat being the loudest noise. your eyes fluttered closed as you seized.

when you woke up, your eyes were wide as you stared at the room around you. you didn’t think you would be alive. you were hooked up to an IV, your back propped up as your eyes adjusted to the white light.

you were alone in that sterile room for a while. a few hours, maybe, alone with your thoughts and regrets and a feeling so deep it was eating at you. strangely, you were a bit relieved the attempt hadn’t worked- but a deeper part of you wished you weren’t conscious right then.

suddenly, nobara walked in, her jaw dropping in shock as she rushed over to you, tears dripping from her eyes as she wrapped you in a hug.

“im so sorry… so sorry. what were you thinking, huh? shit, im so glad you called, babe…” she muttered into your hair.

“nobara.. im sorry you had to see that,” you mumbled, feeling guilt pressing on your chest.

“nuh-uh, don’t say that. if you hadn’t called, i… fuck..” she murmured, her voice breaking as she sobbed. “i wish you had told us.”

you sighed, breathing in her comforting perfume. “i know..” you mumbled, letting go as she sat down in the chair beside you.

she sighed, eyes still prickling with tears as she wiped them away. she smiled softly at you. “y’know… i finally saw mr. gojo scared,” she snickered.

“heh, yeah? what was that like?” you chuckled softly, feeling the itch of your throat.

her smile faded slightly, her eyes veering off into another direction. “it made me even more scared. he.. carried you and teleported you straight to shoko’s..” she said.

you nodded, swallowing down an icky feeling, trying your best to bury it.

“y/n, we need to talk about it,” nobara said, her face completely serious as she looked at you.

“i… i know, i just… what is there to talk about?” you smiled softly, trying to lighten the mood.

“why did you never tell us?” she asked, looking you straight in the eye as she sat up. you looked away, tears forming.

“i didn’t want to be a burden. we’ve all been busy lately, so… uhm, i guess i thought the feeling would pass by,” you told her, mouth trembling.

“but it didn’t.”

“…it didn’t.”

you were staring back at that baby blue wall as she stared at you.

“y/n, please, just- talk to me. i was so scared i lost you, so please, just open up to me,” she pleaded.

you shook your head, smiling softly, “it’s not that easy.”

“but it is! please, let me help you. i want to help.”

“you’ve helped enough. thank you, nobara…thank you for saving me,” you spoke genuinely, tears dripping as you held out your arms to hug her again. and she stood up, hugging you.

“don’t let yourself think you got away from this conversation, missy. you’re lucky i have a soft spot just for you,” she said, smiling through her tears. you chuckled as you wiped them, waving her a goodbye.

for the rest of the day, others visited you. gojo, after nobara. he let a tear slip but he refused to admit it as he tossed you a candy. then, maki, toge, and panda, (all three at once, that bunch can’t do anything without each other).

you wouldn’t talk about it to anyone, avoiding the topic just as you did with nobara. you were as closed off as ever, walls higher than the sky even though you almost died.

you fell asleep early, nothing better to do in that stupid hospital room.

“she won’t talk to anyone. but you know who she will talk to?” nobara schemed.

“megumi, of course. well, i could probably pull him from the mission early, send someone in his place…” gojo pondered, tapping his index finger on his chin.

maki nodded along. “i’ll go. if… well, scratch that, i know that megumi will get through to her and help her. i’ll take his mission with yuji.”

gojo called yuji, explaining the situation. “yeah, no, megumi’s got everyone beat in this. i get it, and i’ll let him know!”

after hanging up, gojo smirked at nobara and maki and they giggled. “you two really love her, huh?”

“anything for our girl.”

the next morning, you woke up to a warm pressure on your right side. you cracked open your eyes, still bleary and sleepy. you looked to your right and down, seeing a mess of dark blue hair on your thigh, a body softly moving up and down with each breath.

megumi.

you shifted slightly, reaching out to comb your fingers through his soft hair. he stirred, cracking open an eye before sitting up, wide-eyed. he sat on the bed, facing you.

“y/n…” he mumbled, eyes big and shiny as he leaned in, cradling your face with the gentleness of an angel.

“hi, baby,” you spoke softly, so quiet only he could hear.

“i got the call, i…. i thought you were gone..” he said, voice cracking as he broke. “you scared me so badly.” his eyes glistened with tears threatening to fall.

“i know, megs, im sorry,” you replied, your voice trembling as tears fell from your eyes. he nodded knowingly.

“don’t be sorry. let’s work through this, okay? you and me,” he said firmly, his tears spilling over as he watched you unravel.

“b-but i-“ he cupped his hand over your mouth, smiling so softly- something he had always done.

“nuh-uh. you aren't hiding from me, not anymore. i let it slide, but.. i should've done more. to make you believe, just as much as me, that you are worth this life and so much more." he sniffled, wiping a stray tear from his face, leaning in to rest his forehead against yours.

"we do this together. this isn’t just your problem anymore, okay? i can bear the weight, too, so all you have to do is just need to tell me everything. and we can get better," he reassured you.

"you're not a burden. you're my light." he smiled widely and unabashedly as he pressed a firm kiss to your nose.

so you told him everything.

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if you're struggling, please reach out- to friends, family, even me. you have people who love you.

[elleoelliot]

Hii since ur requests r open, can I request a haikyuu fic? Kyotani or mattsukawa specifically since they're so underrated 😭 thank you!!!

of course, babe! i gotchuu

baby, im a dog, im a mutt!

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k. kyotani x fem!manager!reader

2nd year kyotani, 1st year reader

synopsis °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*: kyotani needed a tutor. and a psychologist, apparently.

w.c - 5.1k

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kyotani was a mean boy. rough around the edges, quite literally snarled at anyone who breathed wrong around him. 24/7, he looked as if he had a reason to kill someone.

he was incredibly independent and was not willing to work with others. the only people on his team that could calm him down were iwaizumi (the only guy he really respected) and yahaba, who was pretty shallow and chill.

then, there was you. not too shy, not exactly extroverted- a sweet spot in the middle. kind and always willing to help, but never a pushover. you were thoughful- not just the generous kind, but you understood people on a deeper level than anyone you knew. your words always held meaning and people respected you for that.

you had joined aoba johsai as a team manager around two months after your first year began. you loved volleyball and the passion the team had when you watched one of their practice matches, so you were instantly hooked.

and well, you knew kyotani needed help. not just the academic tutor kind, but the... personal kind. now, he would never ever ever admit that, but a few words from iwaizumi had pushed him.

"you're not going to get anywhere in your volleyball career if you cant work with the team. kyotani, you need to be serious about this- you've literally been banned from matches with other schools because of your hot-headedness. c'mon, man."

kyotani only scowled as hajime patted him on the back. "whatever."

now, looking at you, quite literally radiating (he cant figure out why) with a shy, nervous smile made him itch with interest repulsion.

"hello, everyone! im l/n y/n and i will be your new manager. i know i'm the first, but ill be sure to do my very best," you said nervously as the team was gathered around.

"oikawa, don't get distracted," the coach dead-panned, looking absolutely drained of life as he side-eyed oikawa grinning.

toru stepped up, reaching towards to shake your hand. "thank you for being our manager! we'll do our very best, too, pretty lady," he exclaimed. like your signature action, you smiled again, nervously.

they started warming up as you helped set up the net. nothing much happened during the practice besides a ball missing your head by an inch. you looked up, dumb-founded as you saw a blonde guy- kyotani, you later learned, scowling at you as he ordered another set from oikawa.

you smiled awkwardly for a moment before walking off to grab the cooler full of ice-cold water bottles you had prepared beforehand.

after practice, you hopped onto your bike, waving everyone a goodbye as you rode home.

the next day at practice, you noticed a bit of…staring. from both iwaizumi and kyotani. you did your best to ignore it and not make eye contact, but it was a bit strange. you had a feeling they'd talk to you later.

kyotani smashed the ball to the other side of the court, the ball bouncing up and hitting the ceiling. your eyes were wide in amazement, practically sparkling. oikawa placed a hand on your shoulder as he passed by. "dont be too amazed, cutie." you could only blush in response.

kyotani didn't scare you as much as he scared others. he looked angry at the world, but you knew he had his calmer moments, although rare. he just looked like an angry dog- all bark, no bite.

days passed without anything out of the ordinary. you had begun to be good friends with a few members of the team, even offering to help them in the subjects they struggled with so they could stay on the team, including kyotani.

although kyotani was quite dismissive of your offers, you couldn't bring yourself to do the same to him. you overhead oikawa calling him "mad-dog" at one of the practices, and you could only giggle softly. he shot you a glare that made you stop immediately, but a small smile stayed on your face.

during the practices, the members often came up to you for advise.

"how was my hitting form?" kindaichi asked straight-up. "i tried to adjust to the higher set, but it didn't feel right."

you pondered, remembering his slightly askew form. "well, i think your arm didn't draw all the way back before you hit, so your overall spike was weaker than it could've been," you said, swaying on your feet as you spoke. he nodded along, listening intently. he thanked you and jogged off.

you smiled, so happy that you could help you the team. then, you heard the yelling.

kyotani and oikawa had gotten into an argument- something about a set too high or low- but you were having none of it. you immediately stomped over, looking at the both of them as they kyotani shoved oikawa.

"coach, what are my rules to stop fights?" you spoke loudly, your voice breaking through the argument, echoing throughout the room so everyone could hear. you kept your eyes on the two of them as you stood there, arms crossed. the two froze momentarily, intimidated by your rare demeanor.

"you have no limits, l/n."

you hummed. they looked towards you, oikawa looking away awkwardly and kyotani huffed, still scowling as always.

"boys, what the fuck is the problem?" you asked sternly, glaring.

"this idiot set the ball too high!"

"everybody makes mistakes- your form was even off!" they bickered, turning back to each other.

"and what makes you two think you can cause a scene in the middle of practice, huh? kyotani, i understand your frustration, believe me! but being picky isn't going to get you anywhere. you have to communicate with him- he's not going to listen if all you do is shout at him," you suggested to kyotani calmly. he scoffed, rolling his eyes.

you turned to toru. "and oikawa, as the team captain, you shouldnt be involving yourself in this kind of fight. you should know better." he rolled his eyes begrudgingly. "now, you guys gonna hug and make up or do i need to bench you both for the rest of practice? we still have 30 minutes left.

"do we… actually have to hug?" oikawa groaned.

"yes. matter of fact, im gonna make an 'our get along shirt' just so this never happens again."

you turned to the blond and stifled a laugh, looking at his face of utter repulsion towards the idea.

"you fucking serious?" kyotani asked, almost shouting. you nodded. they looked at each other, then at you, then back to each other.

"5...4.." you counted down. instantly, they shared a hug that lasted about a millisecond. you smiled softly, uncrossing your arms as the rest of the gym laughed at continued to practice. "all right, good job. now go practice," you grinned widely, hand on your hips as you mentally patted yourself on the back.

"fuckin' maniac.." kyotani grumbled, walking off angrily. you only smiled.

after practice, iwaizumi gave you a high-five.

"good job breaking them up. even i can't do that," he said grinning.

"y'know, it's really good to get under their skin by giving them two horrible options," you giggled. he nodded, smirking before his manner faded into something more serious.

"hey, uhm... i really have to ask you a favor. its okay if you decline, but.."

"..im guessing its about kyotani, right?" you asked, pausing. he nodded, looking away and scratching his neck.

"well, he needs a tutor. badly. he acts up in class and gets bad grades because he won't pay attention or participate with others. not just that, but... im sure you can see that it affects the team, too. he cant even go to matches anymore," he explained, almost desperately.

“i talked to him about you tutoring him already, and… let’s just say he wasn’t very fond of the idea. i think if it were you offering, maybe.. he’d be a bit more inclined.”

you nodded along, listening attentively. “more inclined? how?”

iwaizumi stammered, scratching the back of his neck. “well, uh- he’d kill me if i told you. literally.”

“im good at keeping secrets.”

“he thinks you’re… cool.”

your eyes widened in surprise, very flattered. you giggled softly, not pushing for more information.

"well, i'm confident that i can tutor him and... try to help him with his attitude, but... i'm not sure he will accept my help," you remarked uncertainly. he nodded.

"i think... you need to give him an ultimatum, like just now. he really loves volleyball, so... if you threaten to take that away for a while, im sure he'll start to listen."

you nodded, knowing that what he said was true, but you felt like a bully if you were to do that to him.

"i... honestly, i dont know if i have the heart to do that," you chuckled. he huffed a short laugh, agreeing.

"sometimes, being harsh with him is what he needs."

you waved him and the rest of the team a goodbye as you went home.

the next day during break, you walked over to the teacher's office, looking for kyotani's homeroom teacher. you recognized him and walked up nervously.

"ahem, sensei?" you asked, watching as he paused and looked up at you.

"i have a question about kyotani's grades. im his volleyball manager, and i have to make sure he keeps up with his academics."

the teacher smiled and nodded. "ah, i see," he spoke lowly, typing on the computer as he pulled up kyotani's. Fs, Ds, and Cs all around. "would you like me to print that for you?"

"ah, yes please!" you exclaimed. he nodded as he pressed a few buttons.

"Seijoh volleyball manager, huh? how're the boys?" he inquired, smirking.

"well, they're certainly a handful, but.. they have passion. i love seeing it." he hummed as he handed you the piece of paper. you thanked him and bowed, walking away as you read the piece of paper.

you analyzed his grades, and his worst subject was english. not your best subject either, but you made a mental note to study english even further. although you were only a first year, you had some advanced classes, so you shared a few with kyotani.

you found him in his homeroom class, scrolling on his phone. warily, you walked up to him. his eyes snapped up as you nervously stood there.

"you gonna say something or stand there like an idiot?" he growled.

"uhm- i need to talk to you about your grades. can i sit?" you stammered, watching him roll his eyes and slam his phone down.

"do whatever the fuck you want."

you pulled the chair out next to him, placing the paper down on the table as you sat.

"look, kyotani, i dont want to do this, but... you need to seriously focus on your academics. i know you dont want to hear it, but... judging by your grades, you may get cut from volleyball soon. not to mention your behavior on the team..." you informed him cautiously.

"what the fuck makes you think you can sit next to me and lecture me about my grades, let alone my behavior? who the fuck do you think you are?" he snapped, causing the other students to scurry out of the room.

you sighed, looking away. "if you keep this up, i'm not going to let you practice. you can't participate in volleyball if you cant participate in class. okay?"

he looked at you like you were an alien, his eyebrows furrowed. "you can't do that!" he shouted.

suddenly, iwaizumi's voice cut through the sound. "she actually can, kyotani," he said calmly, walking over with his hands in his pockets. kyotani shut his mouth, glaring at the both of you. "she has the authority to remove you from practice. either you comply, or you aren't playing the rest of the season."

kyotani scowled, crossing his arms. "fuckin' fine, alright?" he grumbled angrily. you nodded nervously, looking up to iwaizumi for approval. he urged you on as you looked back at kyotani.

"meet me after practice. i'll start tutoring you today," you said. he didn't even look at you as he stood up abruptly, walking off. you sighed a breath of relief, glad that you got it over with.

"you did good. stood your ground," iwaizumi reassured, patting you on the head as you smiled.

"i hope i can get through to him," you said optimistically.

after practice, kyotani met you outside of the gym. he was all sweaty and smelled like musk, scowling as always.

"ready?" you smiled, trying to lighten the mood. he rolled his eyes. "hop on," you said, climbing onto my bike.

"...are you fuckin' serious? im not doing this shit," he stated. you nodded.

"unless you wanna get kicked from the team, i'd hop on" you grinned evily, popping your pink helmet on his blond head.

"i'm not wearing this."

"oh yeah?"

"...fuckin' fine, you damn devil.." he grumbled as you giggled. you tried to clip on his helmet, but he swatted your hands away, much to your dismay.

he climbed on behind you, keeping his arms clutched onto your backpack. with a bit of struggle, having to almost stand to pedal, you both left, waving everyone a goodbye.

after an awkward ride to your house, you hopped off your bike and parked it outside the door, having kyotani place the helmet on the handle. you used your key to get inside, opening the door for him. you both slipped off your shoes.

"ma, i'm home!" you shouted, walking towards the steps.

"ah, and who is this?" your mom came around the corner, scaring you.

"oh- this is kyotani, from the volleyball team! im tutoring him." he gave a polite bow, not bothering to smile or anything.

"thank you for having me," he said, bowing. your mother smiled.

"all right... keep your door open," she said, walking back to the living room. you hummed as you walked upstairs towards your room.

you both silently walked upstairs until you reached your room. you settled in at your desk, pulling out another chair for him.

“so, i think the most help you need right now is english. pull out your missing assignments and i can help,” you said, setting your bag on the table and pulling out your own assignments and placing them on the table. he didn’t say anything at first, opting to just take out his things as he sat next to you.

“i don’t have any,” he muttered, not looking at you.

“you- kyotani, you’re failing english with no missing assignments?” you asked genuinely, confused.

“yes, now shut up, seriously,” he muttered, cheeks a bit pink from embarrassment.

“sorry, didn’t mean to be condescending or anything…” you mumbled. “well, for now, just take out your graded assignments. from there, we can review your weak points and go over them together,” you suggested, trying to cheer up the mood.

he took out his english folder, taking marked papers out and setting them down on your side. you took the first one- a 43/100- and reviewed it carefully, then explained the questions he got wrong.

despite his initial resistance to help, he listened mindfully as you explained, occasionally asking grumbled questions before you happily answered.

“i think you should spend more time paying attention to vocabulary. you’re actually really good at grammar, which is amazing! but all your points get taken because of the blank bits you couldn’t fill,” you explained, finger swiping over the questions he missed. he nodded, eyes peering down at the paper.

after you two were done reviewing about half of the stack, he went home. he didn’t say thank you or praise you for your intelligence, just a curt little nod in your direction and a wave goodbye to your mother.

the next few weeks continued just the same- school, practice, tutoring. he never really let his guard down, never laughed at any of your silly jokes or shared anything about himself. but, he wasn’t angry or mean when he was with you- at least, not as mean as he was with the others. you took that fact with gratitude, never taking it for granted. you held onto the calm, focused look he had when he studied, nothing like the guy you saw on the court.

you did your best to help him calm himself. when his voice would rise, you’d tell him to take a breath before speaking. when he would get frustrated and it looked as if he was going to set his paper on fire, you’d grab his attention for a quick break. you figured it would be awkward to bring up his rather obvious anger issues, so you decided it would be better for the both of you to avoid that uncomfortable discussion.

though, your tactics never truly stuck. he’d brush you off, telling you he was “fine,” rebuild walls you thought you were crumbling. it was understandable, but it broke your heart a bit each time.

strangely to him, you both grew closer. he grew to like tolerate your presence, finding himself wanting to be with you more than not.

the feeling was foreign to him. hate was the norm- the default setting he held for most people. those people held him at face value, saw him as nothing more than an absurdly violent boy with tendencies that no person should ever endure.

but you, with your sickly sweet smile and presence. you, with your welcoming arms and compassionate nature. you, who tried so annoyingly hard to understand him that he somehow forgot what it felt like to hate.

after practice on a gloomy day, you both got to your house, soaked in rain. kyotani was obviously in a shitty mood, but honestly, so were you. you didn't want to have to have to constantly skate on thin ice around him all the damn time.

you were helping him review for an english exam. you were trying so hard to get the grammar through his head when he snapped.

"look, can you fucking quit it already? all your damn nagging is pissing me off," he yelled, obviously frustrated in himself.

"kyotani, im just trying to help!"

"of fuckin' course you are, but i cant figure out why. probably you and your goddamn savior complex-"

"excuse me? i- the whole team shouldnt have to walk on eggshells whenever we're around you! im the one who's fucking helping you raise your grades, you'd be off the team if it werent for me! "

"maybe it would've been better if i hadn’t met your sorry ass."

you both paused- your breath caught in your throat. your heart dropped to your stomach, the muscle in your chest clenching in pain as it washed through you. quickly, you humbled yourself.

'right- our friendship, this whole thing between us both doesn't mean anything, anyway. transactional."

he packed his things quickly with nothing more than an angry huff, quickly going downstairs without a goodbye to your mother.

you were frozen in place, rethinking every moment before this. had you really been trying too hard to help him?

you sat back down on your desk, staring into space. you just wanted to help him achieve what he wanted . you wanted to help him stay in volleyball, something he truly loved- because you were his manager. nothing more, nothing less.

a text dinged on your phone after an hour of you scrolling in the dark of your room, spiraling. it was kyotani.

kyotani!! - hey

kyotani!! - yknow i didnt mean that, right?

you read his message, eyes glossy as the hurt washed over you in another wave. his text bubble kept popping up and down, like he was unsure.

kyotani!! - dont make me get all sappy.

he was silent for another minute before he started typing again.

kyotani!! - you've helped me a lot. i wouldn't be doing what i love if it weren’t for you.

kyotani!! - i'm sorry. i was being an idiot.

you smiled, brushing away a stray tear.

you - thank you, kyo

you - i'm sorry, i was mean too

kyotani!! - dont apologize

kyotani!! - you were right

kyotani!! - i need to work on myself.

quickly, another week of tutoring went by. he finally passed one of his english tests with a beautiful B+, which you were so proud of him for! as a reward, after practice, you decided to skip tutoring and take him out for a treat.

“bye, everyone! get home safe!” you exclaimed to the team, waving everyone off with a big smile. they reciprocated the goodbye, smiling as kyotani stood there like your guard dog.

you took your pretty pink helmet and placed it on his head. you clicked the buckle as he looked down at you, expressionless.

‘he never let me do that before…’ you thought to yourself, smiling softly, trying to hide your excited mood. progress!

“where do you wanna go, kyo?” you asked, hopping onto your bike as he followed suit, hands closer to your waist than your bag. he grumbled at the nickname- not that he didn’t like it, but it was new to him.

“let’s go to the cafe you were talking about last week.”

you gasped excitedly. “the doggy cafe?”

he hummed lowly, pushing his feet to help you go up the small hill. the ride was silent; not awkward or uncomfortable, but a kind of silence that was tranquil, with the breeze blowing past your ears and the sun shining happily, warm on your skin.

you both arrived at the cafe, kyotani hopping off the bike first. you parked it, but you tripped as you tried to step off. his hand found the handle of your backpack, keeping you from falling to the floor. your cheeks heated up with embarrassment, clearing your throat as you giggled.

“watch yourself, clumsy,” he muttered, stuffing his hands in his pocket.

”thanks,” you replied softly, clipping off his helmet before hanging it on the handle of your bike.

he walked towards the door of the cafe, pulling the door handle and holding it for you. you offered another thanks, walking past with a grin as you saw the cutest puppies. they met you both with barks, some trying to jump up your legs. you giggled as you crouched down, petting the cute babies. you both were led to a small table with a menu.

“my treat, of course,” you said, handing him the menu. “im really proud of you for doing so good on your test, kyo!”

he didn’t meet your eyes as he scanned the menu, but his soft smile said a hundred words. suddenly, a puppy came up to the both of you. small and blonde, it clawed at your chair until you picked it up.

“awhh, look at this sweet baby,” you cooed as it settled into your lap.

kyotani leaned over, wanting to pet it. suddenly, it perked up and barked, growling as it snapped at his hand. you giggled, petting the doggy as it calmed at your touch.

“kyo, it’s like you,” you giggled, looking up for a moment. he rolled his eyes at the comment, getting up to order for you both at the counter.

you babied the blond chihuahua, scratching his ears as you kissed him on the head.

“what a good boy, hmm?” you gushed.

he returned to the table with his and your drink, setting down the tray. you stood up from the table, puppy still in your hands as you ushered him to get up.

“let’s go play!” you exclaimed, smiling brightly.

you scurried off into the middle of the play area, mingling with the puppies. he watched for a moment, gazing at the happiest state he’s seen you in. after, he got up, walking over to sit next to you on the floor.

he played with a dog as it crawled into his lap. he scratched behind its ears, watching as its eyes fluttered shut for a moment. then, he turned to you, eyes furrowed in… confusion? reluctance, maybe?

you looked up, looking into his eyes in curiosity. "kyo?"

he shook his head, scoffing. "nevermind."

"kyotani, you can talk to me. i won’t brush you off… not like how other people do."

"stop trying to understand me."

"but you want someone to, don't you? otherwise, you wouldn't be contemplating it right now." you had read him like a book.

“y’know…” he muttered, eyes not meeting yours as he spoke. “i don’t like always being so angry and mean,” he said lowly. you nodded, listening intently. “i just… don’t know how to be anything but that. kind. like you,” he mumbled his last words so softly that you could barely hear him over the barking. you smiled, so soft and bright and so blinding.

“do you… want help, kyo?” you asked. he looked at you before averting his gaze, nodding.

“okay. i can help,” you replied, leaning forward to catch his gaze once more. his permanently sharp eyes had softened, golden irises glowing as he looked at you.

the next day at practice, kyotani got angry like always. this time, instead of scolding him, you brought him to the side.

“kyotani, talk to me,” you said firmly, arms crossed as he was practically pulling out the hair he had left on his scalp.

“this motherfucker-!” he yelled before you put a finger up to his mouth.

“hey,” you said, looking straight into his eyes.

“he- this guy tooru fuckin’ oikawa won’t give me the damn sets i’ve been asking for. he’s doing it on purpose, y/n!” he exclaimed angrily, eyes wide and eyebrows furrowed in frustration.

you nodded along, listening as he ranted to you. eventually, he calmed down after he unloaded his annoyance.

you looked up at him before speaking. “i understand, kyo. oikawa is being unfair towards you. however, you can’t control what he does. you know what you can do?” you asked genuinely. he perked up curiously.

“you can control how you react. most importantly, control what you’re able to, and let go of the rest. what he does is not your decision- but ask yourself, why is he being unfair?”

he paused for a moment, before realization washed over him.

“you have been unfair to him, too. you criticize him for his bad sets, but never tell him when he gives you a good one. that’s what you can also control- how you treat others so that they can treat you in kind,” you explained.

he looked down at himself, a bit embarrassed as he scratched at the back of his neck.

“so, what’re you gonna do? apologize, or make me put you both in the ‘our get along shirt’?” you snickered, smiling, lifting the mood a bit. he scoffed in disbelief. “im not kidding,” your face dropped.

“okay, fuck, damn madwoman…” he muttered before walking off. he paused for a moment, looking back.

you both shared a brief moment of understanding- gratitude written over his otherwise scrunched up face. but when you looked in his eyes, his gaze was gentle, like the breeze you felt when you both were on your bike going home.

he turned and walked off to oikawa. once again, you patted yourself on the back.

days turned into weeks as you and kyotani grew closer. his rugged nature melted when you were near, only calm expressions and soft laughter were present. tutoring wasn’t exactly tutoring anymore, just study sessions completing homework together- you taught him a bit too well. and when you weren’t completing homework, you were talking, playing games, watching movies. he softened himself, for you.

in waves, his walls crumbled, and behind them shined a bright sun you were so grateful to see. under his expressions full of hate, was a boy that was your best friend. the team saw it, too- the way his raging fire settled into the soft burn and crackle of a campfire. and it was so, so beautiful.

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it was finally winter, the trees bare of leaves and the cold, sharp and biting against your cheeks and nose.

after practice, kyotani clicked on the pink helmet onto your head instead of letting you put it on his.

“huh?”

“i drive today,” he states smugly, grinning as you both hopped on. comfortably, you wrapped your arms around his waist, hugging his torso.

“kyo, where are we going?” you asked as he made a few different turns than the normal route to your house. he didn’t respond, but you knew you were safe in his hands.

you ended up at a small river that ran through the area, wind blowing softly through the autumn leaves. you hopped off the bike, letting him unclop your helmet as you stared bewilderedly at the beautiful sunset.

you turned around, seeing him standing with a small bouquet of flowers and your favorite candy/chocolate. your face heated up, eyes widening in surprise.

“kyotani-“

“y/n,” he spoke, voice low and soft. he stepped forward, looking into your eyes.

“i-“ he stumbled over his words, taking a deep breath before sighing.

“i- uhm, had a whole damn speech, but… yknow im not good with words.”

you giggled, smiling from ear to ear. “it’s okay, take your time.”

“you’ve been so patient for me throughout these months. i know how much that fuckin sucked,” he grumbled out, making the both of you laugh softly.

“but… im grateful you did. im grateful you stuck around, even when i pulled away. my life feels a lot clearer, now that you’re in it. it’s not as clouded anymore, and instead…

i can see my future. and it’s bright. and it’s full of you,” he smiled, unabashedly and wild, something he had never done before.

tears welled in your eyes as he looked down at you, his look full of admiration.

“you’ve kept me in line since the first day i met you. nobody could do that before. nobody but you.

this isn’t a marriage proposal, but… in every way i can imagine, i can only picture my years ahead with you in it.

so… let me be your boyfriend? please.”

your eyes were already dripping with tears, much to his surprise.

“shit- fuck, did i do something wrong? goddamnit, i yap my mouth off for once and make you fuckin’ cry, i said too much, didn’t i?” he rambled on, wiping your tears with the sleeve of his sweater.

you broke out in a beautiful smile, giggling as the fluffy fabric tickled your face. he breathed a sigh of relief.

“kentaro,” you whispered, so gently and spoken with tenderness. he looked into your eyes, fully at attention.

“there’s nothing i would want more than to be with you,” you giggled, pulling him into a bear hug, arms wrapping around his neck. he smiled into the crook of your neck,

“good,” he mumbled into your ear, “i didn’t have a plan b.”

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yo im actually so proud of myself... sorry this took so long LMFAO

[elleoelliot]

Could you possibly do Terushima or bokuto from Haikyuu

i'm knockin' that kitty cat OUT!

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b. kōtarō x fem!reader

synopsis °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*: big beefy bo loves doting on you during intimacy, especially after a rough practice ₍^ >ヮ<^₎ .ᐟ.ᐟ

c.w: established relationship, post time-skip, smuttttt, p in v, sweetdom!kou, so much praise heh, squirting, coming inside/no protection

w.c: 1.1k

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it happened so quick you had no way to stop it.

kōtarō had gotten home from MSBY practice, all sweaty and glowing from his pump. his hair was down, an obvious sign of his grumpy mood.

you were in the kitchen in nothing but his old jersey and an apron, humming along softly to a sweet song. you hadn't even noticed that he came in before he wrapped his arms around your waist, swiftly turning off the stove as you yelped in surprise.

"kōtarō!" you squealed, giggling. "i need to cook, baby," you told him, turning around to step up onto your tippy-toes to kiss him softly.

"no... i dont want food," he pouted. "want you.." he grumbled into the crook of your neck. that was all you heard before he hoisted you up into his arms and carried you to the bedroom.

thats how you ended up there, his fat cock is stuffed deep into you, throbbing as each thrust stretched your poor cunny. his beefy arms held your legs up in a mean mating press, your hips lifting off the bed as you whined. his biceps flexed as you watched, drooling.

"hnngh- kōuu! 's too muchh-" you babbled, sniffling after your nth orgasm. he shushed you, grinning.

"shhh, 's okay, baby... need to feel you come around my cock just one more time, 'kay?" he cooed, kissing your temple tenderly as he rammed into you. his balls slapped lewdly against your ass as the wet sloshes and gushes of your liquids mixed together and echoed throughout the room.

"you said that last timee," you complained, voice hiccuping. he giggled, completely captivated as your pussy gushed around him.

"mm.. my pretty girl is too good to resist. don't need a meal when i got this pussy to get me going." your face heated up in embarrassment, pussy clenching.

"aah, feels too good, bo," you moaned eyes rolling to the back of your skull as his fat tip abused your sweet spot and your cervix, his cock filling you up so nicely. he continued in that angle, chuckling as he watched you. all soft and pliant for him, so cockdrunk on his dick and your mind in a completely different headspace.

he was going actually insane. your velvety walls hugged him so tightly and snug that he was seeing stars. it felt like he would cum every time his tip hit your cervix and you screamed in pleasure.

"there you go, doll, taking it so good for me," he praised, one of his hands letting go of your leg for it to rest on his shoulder, his now free hand trailing down to play with your clit. his thumb rubbed circles over the sensitive nerve, igniting sparks of pleasure throughout your pussy. your hips jerked and twitched as tears prickled in the corner of your eyes, your moans gradually increasing.

he wiped the drool that slipped out of your mouth, smiling as he brought his spit-soaked thumb to him mouth and licked it up. nasty guy.

"haah... kō!!" you whined, reaching up for him with your droopy, teary eyes. his heart melted at the sight.

"my perfect girl... fuck, 'm so lucky." he leaned down, pressing his lips against your drooling ones feverishly. "like me bein' close, hm?" he asked, chuckling as you clung to him.

he moved his hand from your clit to your lower tummy, pressing down as your back arched. "mmm, there we go, that feel good?" he pulled away from your face and watched in awe as you cried out, your pussy clenched on his rock-hard dick. he groaned, seeing the outline of his dick going in and out of you.

"fuck, sweetheart, you got me goin' crazy here... pretty fuckin' pussy," he groaned, applying more pressure to your tummy as he watched his cock bully itself into you, stretching you out on his length.

"k-kō, stoppp!! you're gonna make me pee!" you squealed, giggling as you tried to slap his hand away. he took your hand in his other free hand, both of your legs now situated on his shoulders. he grasped both of your hands in one of his, pinning them down.

"nah, baby. 'm gonna make you squirt," he grinned wildly. he continued jackhammering into you, your cunny squelching in overstimulation. he leaned down, capturing one of your tits in his mouth. he moaned around your nipple, sucking and leaving hickeys everywhere. he made sure not to leave the other one out.

"mm- bo, fuck! i-" you squealed as he leaned back, fucking you through it as you squirted everywhere. all over his abs, soaking through the sheets of the bed. both of your torsos were glistening in your liquid. he kept thrusting as he moaned unabashedly, your pretty pussy squeezing him like a damn vice.

his eyes were wide, his lips curved in a delicious smile as he pressed down further, more of your squirt leaving you. with each thrust came a wet plap! plap! plap! and he just couldn't stop staring at your cunt like it hung the stars.

"f-fuck, that was so hot, 'm gonna fuckin' cum-" he moaned loudly, his stuttering as he released a fat load into you, his cum stuffing you and spilling out as he fucked himself through his own orgasm. you clawed at his forearms, still whining as he overstimulated you to the brink.

his thrusts slowed down, both of your chests rising rapidly, trying to catch your breaths. he leaned down, letting go of your hands to cradle your face and kiss you gently, lips dancing as pulled out slowly.

"my perfect princess... my beautiful baby.." he mumbled, pecking kisses all over your face and down your neck. he treated you like porcelain, knowing you were so sensitive after your many rounds.

"i love you, kō," you reminded him like it was second nature, cradling his face in your own hands as you tugged him off your neck to look into his eyes.

he looked at you with adoration, leaning into your touch. he turned his head toward your right palm, kissing it as he mumbled into it, "i love you, babe."

then, you felt it. his cock hardening against your thigh. your pussy screamed in defiance.

"kōtarō..." you said warily.

"sorry, baby, diablo's got a mind of his own," he whispered before cackling loudly.

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it was deep into the night. you both were spent, aching and overstimulated as you laid starfish on your shared bed.

"did you know that your forearm is the same length as your feet?"

"never speak again."

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(that fact is true btw... at least for me)

my first time writing smut... how'd i do guys

also the more i look at bokuto koutarou/kotaro/however else you can spell his name the more his name just doesn't seem. real yk

[elleoelliot]

wow i forgot how much i loved writing

[elleoelliot]

if im not enough for you, you’re not enough for me

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g. satoru x fem!reader

synopsis °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*: he lets the wrong words slip.

1.4k words

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gojo satoru wasn’t used to feeling guilty. not at all. he was raised to never feel remorseful, never apologize, because nothing was ever his fault. he was raised to be prideful, confident in his "im always innocent" position in people's lives. he spewed out words without any regard of what they meant- not only did he think he wasn't saying anything hurtful, but he did not particularly care if it did hurt someone. he was brutally honest, he’d tell people, as if it made his actions perfectly okay.

then you appeared in his life. empathetic, careful with your words, (usually) saying the right things at the right times. you were the type to tiptoe and maneuver over broken glass while he would strap on some boots and start jumping around the glass, not caring who would get hurt in the midst of his fun.

you appeared in his life slowly, like water trickling out of a broken focet. he wasn’t looking for you, you just sort of. appeared. and he never questioned it. he let you into his life, and honestly, he couldn't have stopped you, anyway. you slipped through the cracks like a pesky bug, and you were there to stay. slowly, love bloomed and grew and you both knew that you had found your homes.

when you two started dating, it was confusing to others. you worked at a local bakery- it was your dream, actually, to own a bakery of your own. create your own menu and (painstakingly) wake up before the sun rises to bake your goodies and watch people smile as they enjoy.

that’s what satoru never understood about you- about life. the pleasantries of the smaller things you so enjoyed while he was an avid adrenaline junkie and adventurer. you made him slow down within the chaos of being the strongest. while you tried to help him see the calmer view of life from your perspective, he was stubborn and never tried to truly appreciate it.

he was the strongest, literally. he worked from morning to night, protecting all of japan with his strength while you stood in that bakery. the strongest, melted down into an icky, soft version of himself? he wouldn’t allow it. he was meant for greater, more mountainous accomplishments, in opposition to your “smaller” dreams.

the weeks leading up to the argument was rough. passive-aggressive banter between the two of you had erupted into something greater, an argument reoccurring as you both were stomping all over thin ice. he forgot to pick up milk, again. forgot about driving you to work when your car broke down. satoru had forgotten yet another date, which hurt the most. that left him on the couch for a couple nights.

but this- this was a stupid argument. something about him coming home at 2am each night, you having to wake up three hours after. no time spent together, his priorities obviously set as you tried to meet in the middle.

“i’ll push my shifts up further, during lunch- but satoru, you need to stop coming home so late. i quite literally never see you. you’re like a ghost in this house.”

“y’know, at least im doing something with my life. seriously. im the strongest, and you’re.. you.”

you paused, scrunching your eyebrows as your heart dropped to your stomach. ouch.

“..huh?”

“oh, c’mon, babe. im the strongest sorcerer there is, and my girlfriend.. works at a bakery?” he chuckled to himself. “i could do a lot better than you. it’s kind of embarrassing, actually.”

his words muddled into meaningless sentences, blurring together into one final conclusion- you weren’t good enough. his words had confirmed your deepest insecurities. your ears rang as the pain settled in like a dull knife, jabbing straight through your heart. and you looked at satoru, eyebrows still scrunched in disbelief.

your lips wobbled as you began to speak. “did you really.. just say that to me?” you ask, anger bubbling up and a lump caught in your throat.

“huh? sorry, im just being honest,” he shrugged, going back to scrolling on his phone. “not a big deal.”

tears rimmed your eyes as he could only brush off his words. ‘he could do better.’

and honestly, you knew it, too. the way prettier, more put-together girls would stare at him as you walked hand in hand. you’d squeeze his hand a little tighter, reassuring yourself that- yes, he was yours, no one else’s. but you weren’t so sure now.

you had spent so much time bettering yourself for satoru. you got back into the gym, you learned how to cook his favorite recipes and more. you took care of the house while he was away, cleaning and scrubbing to make the pain of his absence settle into a calmer sea. you grew out your hair, started to wear a little more makeup to match his appearance, and to make you stop belittling yourself when the other girls ogled at him. now, it didn’t feel like those things were done on your own volition to better yourself. they weren’t, because you did it all for him.

you cleared your throat, pushing the blankets off of you as you stood up from the couch.

“you- you’re seriously crazy if you think you can say things like that and just laugh it off,” your voice cracked, mouth twitching into a frown as tears dripped from your eyes.

and, for the first time, you saw satoru’s face flash with guilt- his eyes widening as he saw your tears as you clutched a pillow in your shaky fists. he dropped his phone almost instantly, standing up to cradle your face and wipe your tears.

“im leaving, gojo,” you spoke, pushing his hands away from your face, wobbly as you collected your things.

“wait- baby, i didn’t mean that, you know i didn’t. we can talk about this, you don’t have to leave-“ he pleaded, eyes stinging as you flashed him a look that would surely haunt him for the rest of eternity.

“n-no, nope. im not gonna let you treat me like this. for weeks, you’ve brushed me off, and every time, i say, ‘it’s okay, satoru.’ but this? this isn’t okay. none of it was ever okay. if you can really do better than me, then go. find someone else who’s actually in your league. if im not the one, you should’ve told me that a long time ago,” you said, eyes stinging.

“this is unfair. youre being mean. you don’t get to talk down on me and say that you’re ‘just being honest.’ i didn’t ask for that. i didn’t ask for you to fucking talk to me like im not worthy of your love or care. because if im not enough for you, i don’t know why im here right now.” you gritted your teeth as you pocketed your phone, wiping at your eyes.

“it’s like you barely even consider me as a part of your life. like you don’t even value this at all.” you sniffled, turning away to walk towards the front door.

“no, baby, i- im sorry, okay? i didn’t mean that, so please, just sit down and we can really talk about this- it’s not what i meant,” he pleaded, tugging at the sleeves of your hoodie as you slipped your shoes on. he could feel guilt crawling up his throat, strangling him as he reached out for you. he hadn’t meant that- no, just a few words he let loose when he got heated. he just didn’t want to give up his career for your less-than job, that’s all.

he didn’t feel the guilt when he let those first words slip- he thought it was fine. you two were arguing anyway, so it was just. fine. but when he saw your hurt expression, the confusion and pained look in your face- he knew he fucked up. big time. and he could feel the guilt clench at his heart, tugging it in all the wrong ways. he would do anything just to not lose you, and he let his pride win him over.

“please, don’t leave,” he spoke, his voice betraying him as it cracked.

you faltered for a moment, seeing his pleading face and teary eyes. guilt bubbled, but you knew better that to give in again.

“we don’t need to talk. i heard you loud and clear, so im leaving,” you stated, voice shaking but confident in the way you stood your ground.

and you left.

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popped this baby out in js a few minutes… sorry for any typos/grammar mistakes!

[elleoelliot]

shall i write a part two? satoru grovelling obviously, but im thinking of many ways to make him hurt.. reader seeks comfort from geto, or starts a new life in a different city, something like that… im not sure if reader will forgive him just yet. he’ll have to show a lot of change!

[elleoelliot]

it’s getting hot in here (so take off all your clothes!!)

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g. suguru x puppygirl!reader

synopsis °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*: suguru will always treat you with the utmost respect. until he cums inside and he's absolutely obsessed with your pussy. also, he has more stamina than a bitch in heat (you)

c.w: hybrid stuff, heat, nesting, owner/pet dynamics, you have the attributes of a dog, somnophilia kinda, grinding, humping, oral (f and m receiving), lots of cum, squirting, mating press kinda, doggy style (duh), breeding kinkkkkk, overstimulation, sex marathon but only some of it described? he really likes seeing his cum inside you, a tad bit of anal

w.c: 5.2k

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that familiar, burning sensation was rising up inside you again. it bloomed in your core, a pulsing ache settling deep in your cunny as you hunched over on the couch.

you whined softly, feeling your forehead heating up rapidly. after a few minutes, your nose twitched as the scent of suguru rose despite the fact that he hadn’t moved an inch from where he sat next to you.

“pup? you okay?” he asked, leaning over to you. you nodded quickly, heat rising in your face as you cuddled closer, leaning against the back of the couch. the close proximity made you clench, your consciousness getting hazy.

“‘m okay,” you muttered, thighs rubbing together slowly to keep the building ache away. he nodded suspiciously, turning back towards the tv.

that night, you laid in your bed, tossing and turning at the heat slowly overcame you. the room was too, too hot, and the temp cranked to 40 fahrenheit wasn’t doing the job. you groaned into your pillow as you failed to fall asleep.

in the morning, suguru had noticed your strange behavior.

“pup, tell me what’s going on,” he demanded calmly, leaning down to get eye-level with you. you nervously scratched behind your ears, looking away. the stronger, more intoxicating scent of him had you pulsing with desire.

“im okay, mr. sugu… maybe i just have a fever?” you gave as an excuse. he hummed, not fully convinced.

“okay… well, take it easy today. i’ll pick up some medicine if you aren’t feeling better later, kay?” he ruffled your hair, smiling. “i’ll be back after work.”

you nodded, hugging goodbye, missing him even as he was walking away.

after the door shut and locked, you rushed over to his room, knees jelly as his scent filled your nose. you whimpered, eyes tearing up as you wobbled your way to his dirty laundry hamper and sticking your face right in it. you whined, humping against the floor as the feeling of your heat was making you want to crawl out of your skin.

soon, you brought his dirty hamper into your own room, dumping it on your bed. it was quite difficult as his dense smell spread throughout the apartment. if his scent was present already, it had worsened impossibly. you groaned as you smelled his scent in your room, mouth watering as you jumped into your bed full of his sweaty tees, used boxers, and shorts.

you arranged his clothes into a nest, soon bringing over some of his own pillows to your room. you nose dived into your bed once again, sprawling out to try and cover yourself with his scent.

you knew that nesting in his room was a bad idea. last time you tried, he carried you right out and into your own room.

“nuh-uh, y/n. you know the rules,” he told you.

now, you had a way to get around it. his scent only made the ache multiply. soon, you unconsciously began to hump into your bed, face down into the ring of clothes surrounding you.

you moaned and cried and panted as you tried so hard to settle the pulse. although your heat had you feeling 10 times more sensitive, it wasn’t enough. your slick had stained your sheets in a wet sheen, sticky and making squelching noises.

after countless minutes, maybe even hours of jumping and whining, you collapsed into your bed.

the next time you woke up, it was dark outside, and suguru was picking you up in a princess carry.

”mr…sugu?” you mumbled, rubbing at your eyes, he peered down at you, obviously a bit upset.

“y/n, you haven’t eaten or had anything to drink today, i can tell,” he grumbling, walking to the kitchen and setting you down on your chair.

“mm.. ‘m not hungry..” you mumbled, ears flopping down in shame. he huffed with a smile, crouching down to meet your gaze.

“i know you’re close to your heat, honey. but you have to keep yourself healthy. understand?” he said firmly. you nodded, frowning.

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“uhm… mr. sugu?” you waddled up to the taller man sprawled upon the couch, watching the tv. you had just showered, hair still wet as you looked at him.

“mm, what’s up, sweetie,” he asked, his vision dragging from the tv to you in a low-lidded gaze.

you gulped, shifting nervously on your feet. “uhm… can i sleep in your room? just tonight, i promise!” you exclaimed, your tail wagging in wait.

“pup, you know you’re not allowed,” he stated, grinning softly as he patted the seat next to him for you to sit down. you hopped onto the couch, looking up at him.

“please, i promise just tonight. please? need you really badly,” you begged, clawing at his shirt with teary eyes as you sniffled. “your laundry lost your scent,” you complained to him.

he sighed, bringing his heavy hand up to scratch behind your ear. it drooped, allowing him to scratch further.

“puppy… we both know you’re just about to go into heat. i can’t let you.” he groaned, still grinning lazily as he watched your expression. your eyes teared up in frustration as you nuzzled into the crook of his neck, where he smelled like him the most. you whined, pushing and pulling at him.

“i’ll be good, okay, mr. sugu? i’ll be so good, you don’t have to worry!” you whined, tears prickling and threatening to fall.

he huffed out a breath, contemplating. then, he hesitantly nodded. “just tonight, you hear me?”

your eyes lit up, tail wagging crazily as you jumped on him, licking at his neck. “mm- thank you, mmr. suguuu!”

he chuckled, dragging you by your collar up and off him as you still attempted to give affection to him.

“let’s head to bed, then.”

you nodded, following him up as he lead you to his bedroom. you grinned, although a bit nervous as his scent hit you like a train, even worse than earlier. you clutched onto the back of his shirt, falling into it as you panted, face heated as your gaze turned heavily. he turned back, watching your expression.

“honey, i’m not sure if this is a good idea-“

“i can do it! i can..” you whimpered, using his shirt as leverage to pick yourself up. he sighed, bringing you to the bed and helping you settle in.

“okay, ground rules- no cuddling. it’ll just make your heat worse, okay? if it makes you feel better, i’ll hold your hand,” he stated. “i want to be respectful, responsible, and mature about this.”

you pouted, but nodded, watching as he climbed in. you reached for his hand instantly as he chuckled, intertwining your smaller fingers with his longer, thicker ones. you grinned. he smiled, turning on his back.

his eyes fluttered shut, and slowly, he succumbed to sleep. but you did not. you were drunk on his scent as it somehow multiplied throughout the night, your nostrils the most sensitive they had ever been.

the bubbling heat began to grow into molten lava. it was insufferable as you turned your head to whimper into the pillow. slowly, still holding onto suguru, you turned to sit up. you brought the pillow you were laying on under you and began to roll your hips on it. you whined softly, your free hand covering your mouth as the one holding his hand squeezed harder.

as you humped the pillow, your clit caught on the fabric deliciously, a spark of intense pleasure overwhelming you. you moaned, keeping that same rhythm as your orgasm started to build quickly.

you rolled your hips once more at just the right angle. your mouth parted as you let out a sob-like moan, your cum seeping through your sleep panties and into the pillow. you whimpered as you continued to hump the pillow, already overstimulated, but the fire did not settle even a bit. in fact, your heat began to worsen, your head feeling heavy as the pillow just wasn’t doing it for you.

you looked over to suguru’s sleeping form, soft breaths escaping his pretty mouth. you were surprised at how he had not awoken yet.

you gulped, eyes tearing up as the ache and throb in your pussy became unbearable. you felt so guilty for wanting suguru even in his sleep, but you needed him. so bad.

you let go of his hand and climbed over his sleeping body, settling onto his crotch. you felt the soft outline of his cock under your crying pussy, and you moaned at the feeling. you rocked your hips back and forth, his hardening length parting your lips as you whimpered. you began to frantically hump when his dick caught your clit even better than the pillow did. you leaned down to suguru, clutching his sleep shirt as you whined into it.

“f-fuck… so good..”.

“puppy? what’re you doing?” he mumbled, waking up to whimpers and a sweet, almost candy-like scent wafting through the air. he rubbed the sleep from his eyes as his hands met your hips, holding firmly to stop your movement.

“m-mr. sugu, ‘wan it, need it! it hurts so badly,” you cried into his shirt, trying to move your hips, but his hands stopped it. the fire grew as you sobbed, frustrated. the pulse was deep and brutal and you saw stars trying to soothe it.

he cooed, brushing a hand over your head. “i know it hurts, pup. but i cant. it… it’d be taking advantage of you,” he informed you, bending down to kiss your temple. your jaw clenched tightly, whimpering.

“n-no, it’s not- im asking for it, suguu! please, please…” you cried out, eyebrows furrowing as you sat up and wiped your tears.

he shook his head, frowning. “nuh-uh.” he rubbed circles with his thumb into your hips, trying his best to soothe you. “im afraid i may go to far. hurt you. not treat you like how you deserve, sweetie,” he explained.

you shook your head, sniffling. “don’ care. please, just ruin me, fuck me, i just need it, need your cock!” you cried.

he sighed softly, his dick rock hard at this point as he held himself back. he wanted nothing more than to stuff his cock into your pretty pussy. wanted nothing more than to watch you gush around him, feel your warm cunny pulse around him. wanted nothing more than to fucking breed you.

then, he shook his head once more.

“i’ll tell you what- i’ll let you grind on me as much as you need. that’s all,” he said, warning at the last words. you nodded excitedly, tail thumping against his legs and the bed.

quickly, you started again, his hands firmly holding on as he held you harder against his length. you moaned out at the increased pressure, biting your lip. he brought one of his hands to your lips, using two fingers to slide into your mouth.

“don’t ruin those pretty lips of yours,” he mumbled into your ear. the intensity of his scent rose suddenly as your cries became muffled, your back arching when his tip caught onto your hole, then your clit in one movement.

”haaa-ah! nngh- feels so good, suguu..” you babbled. he chuckled, pressing down on your tongue. it made you gag, tears slipping down your face as you needily rocked against him.

he groaned from the friction, his precum soaking through his boxers are your slick mixed with his. his cock was throbbing, pulsing, so painfully hard for his puppy.

you came with a gurgling whimper, still sucking on his fingers for comfort. he chuckled, rubbing your back.

your mouth unlatched from his fingers as you got close to try and kiss him.

“puppy…” he warned, holding a hand over your mouth.

“please, please,” you whimpered from behind his hand. he sighed, not able to say no to his pretty girl- not able to control his desire for you, either.

he smiled, taking your face into his hands as he leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. you cried in satisfaction, deepening the kiss while starting to rut your cunny over his dick again.

he hummed, letting you deepen the kiss. he slipped into your mouth, both of your tongues dancing. he sucked on yours, causing you to whine as you were practically bouncing on his dick. he groaned at the feeling, his hands gripping your ass to rock you on his cock.

“haah- haa- hhnnngh… mr. suguuu, want your cock…” you moaned into his mouth, fisting his shirt in your hands. “need it s’bad..” your body was screaming, burning, aching for him. but he was too much of a gentleman to give you what you wanted.

“shhh, pup… just take this,” he mumbled, starting to move his hips to meet your own as you ground yourself on him. he kissed down your neck, suckling as you panted. “doing so good, just taking it.”

“n-need it off, need..” you trailed off, tugging off your panties and sleep shirt before trying to tug his shirt up. he groaned watching your tits move.

“heh, slow down, hon,” he said lowly, stripping his shirt off. your eyes widened, practically sparkling as your lips latched onto his neck, sucking deep purple hickeys into the skin. you peered down at his happy trail, practically salivating.

“s-sugu, ima cum, fuuck-“ you mewled brokenly, the stimulation and pleasure sparking due to his bulge tightening the feeling in your belly and threatened to snap. he brought a hand down to your pussy, pressing his thumb firmly on your clit as you whined, pleasure zapping through you.

“there we go, good girl,” he cooed as you fell apart, trembling and crying as he continued to rock you on his cock through your orgasm. you moaned softly at the name, feeling a bit giddy.

he watched as your cum soaked through his boxers. he marveled at the sticky sight, groaning.

“sugu, need your cock, need it in me,” you cried, pawing at the bulge beneath his boxers. he took your hands into his own, bringing them to his mouth and pressing them against his lips in a sweet kiss.

he hesitated, mouth opening before shutting close. “puppy… do you even know what you’re askin’ for?” he asked lowly in a growl, peering down at you.

you nodded your head, pouting. “i need it. it won’t go away unless i have your cock,” you cried into the crook of his neck, tears pouring as you rocked your hips against his. “want you to breed me… wanna have your pups..”

he blushed at the thought, cock hard and pulsing as he cooed, running his fingers through your hair. “mm… okay, baby, i’ll give it to you,” he whispered into your ear as it twitched. you lit up at his words, sliding off his crotch to pull his boxers down.

“aht aht aht- patience, pup…. gotta prep you first, don’t i?” he grinned, picking you up and placing you on your back on the bed. he slipped a pillow under your hips and stared in amazement at your beautiful body.

“mm.. so pretty for me, hm? just for me?” he teased before crawling up to suck on one of your tits. you panted, tangling your fingers into his long hair, scratching at your scalp. he massaged your other tit, biting and pinching at your nips while switching.

he kissed softly down, leaving wet marks and hickeys along the way. he met your pussy and stared wide-eyed as he practically drooled.

“oh, puppy… your pussy’s fuckin’ dripping…” he groaned as he parted your lips with a thumb. you whimpered and bucked your hips up.

“please, sir, wan’ it,” you cried. slowly, he brought his face into your pussy, licking up from your hole then sucking your pretty clit.

you squealed, tugging at his hair. your back arched as moans left your mouth. the wet squelches of his tongue against your pussy made you clench around nothing.

“mister sugu… more, please!” he slapped your thigh, grinning.

“let me take my time. let me worship you, honey.”

you gulped, your clit and hole throbbing at his words. you watched him devour every last inch of your cunt in awe.

he licked downwards and slid his long tongue into your hole, reaching as far as possible. you let out a scream before slapping a hand over your mouth.

“sugu…. so good, feels s’good!” you cried out. he sped up his pace and continued tongue-fucking you. he looked up at you, and suddenly, he stopped.

“hey. eyes on me, puppy. or i stop,” he warned, watching as your glossed-over eyes shakily met his own.

“good girl,” he said before diving right back in, slurping up your cum and slick. his hand smoothed over your thighs before meeting your cunny. two long, horribly thick fingers found your hole. he pressed in deeply, cooing as you whined from the stretch.

“that’s it, take it,” he mumbled as he sucked a hickey into your thigh, beginning to thrust his fingers in and out of your hole. your thighs quivered and thrashed around his head and hand, doing your best to make eye contact as the stretch had you reeling.

“o-ohhh, fuckk!! hnngh-“ you moaned into your hand, your other still having a tight hold on his hair. your trembling thighs closed around his head as he ‘tsk’ed.

“nuh-uh, not having nun of that,” he said firmly, spreading your thigh wide before pressing it against your chest, his large arm stretching and flexing to feverishly eat you out.

he moved his head back onto your clit, sucking and making figure-8s as he hummed. the vibrations tightened and tighter the coil and his fingers thrusted harder, causing you to gush out cum all over his face.

“a-aaah!” you squealed in a moan, hands holding the backs of your knees are he greedily squeezed your flesh. he moaned into your pussy, lapping up all of your liquid before taking his fingers out and watching your pussy clench around nothing. he sat up between your thighs, placing his fingers into his mouth as he sucked your slick lewdly. his face was shiny with your liquid and your face heated at the sight.

“ready, puppy?” he asked, licking his teeth as he pulled his boxers down. his long, dangerously girthy dick slapped against his abs. he chuckled at how you could only ogle, sat up on your elbows. everything about him was just so big.

you crawled over to him. he tilted his head in confusion before grinning widely as you crouched down, taking his cock into both of your hands. you wrapped your fingers around him, not even able to fully close your fist around it. your pussy throbbed at the thought of it going inside of you.

you brought your mouth down to the base, licking and pressing soft kisses into his cock as he sighed, cradling your cheek. you licked his tip, sliding the wet muscle of your tongue into his slit as he threw his head back in pleasure.

slowly, you suckled around the tip, taking just a bit more each time you bobbed your head. you tasted his salty, musky precum- so fucking addictive as your heat made every feeling so heightened.

“so good for your owner..” he mumbled as your teary eyes met his as you gagged. he hummed, pulling you off his cock as you were only halfway down.

“don’t want you to hurt yourself, beautiful,” he mumbled, leaning down to catch your lips in a kiss. you pouted.

“mister sugu… please, i wan’ you ta fuck me now… want your cock. i’ve been patient,” you whimpered as your voice cracked, tears rolling down your face.

“been so good for me, i could never say no to my girl,” he cooed, grinning as he pushed you back against the bed. he adjusted your hips over the pillow before spreading your legs wide. he slapped his cock onto your cunny, watching in awe as your slick squelched and you squeaked in surprise and overstimulation.

he moved his tip down, slowly pressing into your hot pussy. you both moaned simultaneously as he bullied himself into your tight walls.

he could barely move as your cunny resisted him. your walls had to fight to stretch open for him, even after prep and the slick that covered the area.

“how you doin’ pup? good?” he asked, a bit out of breath as he wiped sweat from his hairline. you nodded, clutching the sheets below you as you tossed your head back in a whine. he pressed further.

“is it a-all the way, sugu?” you asked, teary eyed. he shook his head chuckling.

“only halfway, dolly.”

fuck.

you nodded as he slip further in. after a few moments, he sighed in relief as he had almost entire length in you. your face contorted in pleasure as your cunny was stretched taut around his thick length. he thinks you’re so cute, all hazy and fucked out with just 3/4 of him, eyebrows pinched together.

“thereeeee you go…. shhh…”

it felt like his cock was reaching your lungs as he stuffed you to the brim. his tip prodded at your cervix and every sensitive spot, making you burn with need for more, more, more. his cock throbbed inside of you, only increasing the feeling.

“fucking shit, puppy… so tight,” he groaned.

he began to move slowly, rocking his hips and watching his cock plunge in and out. each time, he would pull out just until only his mushroom tip remained, then sunk back in in one movement. your pussy gripped him like a vice and only sucked him back in when he attempted to draw his hips back to fuck into you.

you cried out in loud moans, gripping the sheets until your knuckles turned white. drool escaped your lips and dribbling down your chin.

“s-sugu, need more, please, fuck me harder!” you squealed, panting as he began to fuck mercilessly into you. “want you to breed me.”

“greedy fuckin’ pussy, huh? all for me…” he snickered as he watched his cock disappear into you with each thrust.

“allll y-yours, ownerrr~!” you whined. you propped yourself up on your elbows, watching as he plunged into you.

as you stared, you both noticed the bulge in you tummy each time he pressed justttttttt right. he grinned, moving his down to press on the area as you howled and mewled in pleasure, hips bucking up and back arching as he hit your g-spot with ease.

with his free hand, he brought up your left leg and pressed it hard against your chest in a mating press. you babbled incoherently, fucked dumb on his cock.

“hhhhaaah-!!! so good, your cock- it feels so good!” you cried out in pleasure, gripping onto his forearm as it pressed harder against your tummy.“w-wait, sugu, uhm- wait!!! nnngh, feels like ‘m g-gonna pee!” you squealed, almost giggling as he fucked you deeply.

“shhhh, that’s okay, let it happen,” he whispered lowly into your ear as you nodded. you trusted him with your life. “gonna squirt already? so fuckin cute.”

you held onto him, hands clawing at his back before he leaned further up. he hissed from the sting, but it only spurred him on to fuck you harder, deeper, the way you really wanted.

in just one more stroke, you squirted with a cry of his name, your liquid spewing all over his cock, abs, the sheets, some even sprayed up to his neck. your breath hitched as you did so, your head thrown back against the bed and eyes rolling back. he groaned as he fucked you through it. he was entranced, even hypnotized by the way your tits jiggled as he continued his toe-curling pace.

“mmmm, such a good girl f’me. so good, puppy,” he said, leaning down to kiss you as you whimpered from the constant overstimulation. your pussy squelched with each thrust, the lewd noise echoed filthily throughout the room.

he imagined your tummy all full of his cum, stuffed to the brim maybe with a plug in you, keeping it all in. he imagined you, glowing, belly round with his pups. it only made him want to fuck you for hours.

“mm- fuck, baby, ‘m gonna cum, kay? gonna breed you,” he growled into your ear, fucking into you like an animal without regard.

“yyyyessss, please, need your cum s’bad,” you whimpered straight into his ears. “fill me up.”

your body jostled almost violently before he came, filling you up with his HOT seed that flooded your overstuffed pussy. he bit your neck as he came and you moaned at the feeling of his teeth sinking in. his cum calmed the storm slightly, the throb of your pussy lowering by just a bit. you sighed, mewling as he filled you up so good.

“fuck, i could stay like this forever… you did so good for me… for owner’s big cock, huh?” he cradled your face with a hand, wiping stray tears from your face and kissing them away.

you sniffled, pouting. “wan’ more…” you mumbled. he chuckled softly, slipping out with a groan. you whimpered at the emptiness- your cunny missed him too, judging by the way it clenched around nothing but the thickness of his cum.

he watched his semen pour out of you, dissatisfied at his work. he plugged your hole with two fingers, fucking it back into you.

“nnngh— suguuu! that’s mean..” you whined. he knew you were still sensitive, but he wanted to has his fun, too.

he flipped you over, manhandling you onto your elbows and knees. your legs and arms shook in the afterglow.

“i know, puppy. gonna breed you so good, you’ll think about nothing but my cock,” he whispered into your ear as he lined up with your hole. he pushed in, his cum seeping out as the squelch of both of your fluids mixed

“aaah…” you sighed as your front half dropped onto the bed. your face was smushed against the sheets before something soft nudged against it. you turned your head and it was your favorite toy!

“i kept it in here ‘case you needed it at night,” he said, kissing the top of your head as you hugged it under you.

he pushed all the way inside of your throbbing cunny and took a hold of your ass with both of his hands. you moaned loudly, gripping the toy with all of your strength.

he began to rock against you as he was mesmerized by the sight under him. tail wagging, pretty asshole puckered and covered in a sheen of both of your wetness, as well as his dark pubes against the plump of your ass. the best part? the way your pretty cunt squeezed and spasmed, struggling to stretch around his fat cock.

he fucked you hard, still having a hold of your ass as he pulled you against him with each thrust. the way his cock rubbed your cervix and g spot was devastating because of how easily it broke you.

”suguuuu!” you whined his name as he took his left hand to tug your tail up, revealing more of your other hole. he hooked a thumb into it, grinning at how it made you squirm at the foreign feeling.

“doing so good for me.. god, you feel fuckin’ incredible. best pussy i’ve felt,” he mumbled into your skin when he leaned down to taste your sweaty skin there. he began to suck hickeys into the arch of your back as he squeezed your hips.

you began fucking back into him with the help of his hands. each deep thrust sent you further into the daze of your heat. your mind was cloudy and filled only with thoughts of him. him and his cock were all that mattered as he fucked you into oblivion. you were really fucked stupid.

“ah- ah- i think ‘m gonna ccumm! sugu, i-“ you squealed, burying your head into your toy as you creamed so good on his cock. a white foamy ring appeared at the base of his cock as he purred at the sight.

“that’s it, how’d i get so lucky with such a good girl?” he asked, leaning down to hug your torso to his. he lifted the both of you up so only your legs were positioned on the bed. as he hugged you, his hands made his way to your tits and started squeezing them in tandem with his thrusts.

“hnngh- owner…. your cock… i love it~!” you moaned loudly as you threw your head back onto his collarbones. still in the afterglow of your orgasm, you held onto the hands that groped your tits.

he pressed kisses to your temple as he rocked into you. in just a few thrusts, he came with a loud groan.

you squealed at the way his burning cum filled you to the brim. you couldn’t even think without being reminded of his cum.

he laid you back down onto the bed, watching as you relaxed against the fabric. he crouched down, angling your hips up to see the mess you had both made. cum spilled out but he made quick pace as to not let it go to waste.

he pushed his fingers in as you whined, kicking your feet from the overstimulation.

“shhh, honey. we have to let it take, right?”

you nodded dumbly, not even coherent as you snuggled into the bed. the burning ache had yet to completely die down, fortunately for you both.

“owner…. wan’ your cock again…” you sniffled into the toy, a bit embarrassed. he only laughed darkly as he manhandled you into another position.

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you were laid on the bed, back against the sheets. all soft and pliant and sweet and sleepy for suguru. your chest rose and fell rapidly, whole body heated and sweaty. it was your nth orgasm of the night- scratch that, you could see the sunrise through the window.

“how are you, puppy? doing okay?” he asked, fingers plugging your hole as he rubbed against your g spot.

your legs trembled as they tried to close shut, hips bucking into the air. your cunny was overused and so sore, and your heat had died down for the time being.

“sugu.. can’t..”

“what’s that, baby?”

“shush…. tired,” you grumbled with sass. he chuckled, pulling his fingers out and sucking on the slick that was made by the both of you.

he walked to the bathroom and returned with a warm, damp towel. he pressed it over your sore pussy, kissing you when you whined at the sensitivity.

he wiped the both of you down with another towel and threw them to the side along with the clothes that were haphazardly strewn across the floor. he picked you up in his arms then tucked you into bed with a kiss to your temple. he climbed in right beside you and spooned you, wanting to keep you close.

suguru never lost respect with you until this first time he fucked you. after this, he would never be able to get enough of your wet cunny.

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can you tell i love suguru

[elleoelliot]

WOW i wrote this like a year ago and omg… im actually appalled it was like reading a fic for the first time the way my jaw dropped.

[analoggedin]

frat!geto and his sleepy gf

pfp cr: found on pinterest but @/Hyprvoid on X

[elleoelliot]

meaf

[elleoelliot]

insecure!reader who’s biggest enemy is her chest. maybe her boobs are too small, or too big, or shaped different than “all the other girls.” maybe her areolas are too large and puffy, or her nipples constantly soft. maybe her breasts are uneven in shape or size, maybe they just aren’t perky or pretty enough. at least, that’s what she- or you believe.

insecure!reader paired with a man who loves and worships every fucking thing about you. loves your body, but also your heart, your soul, and your mind. a man who kisses you until you forget about your insecurities about your chest, worships your skin in gratitude for holding his favorite person together. he won’t force you to take your bra off and show him your body whole, but he’ll make you feel so safe and loved and cared for that you’ll let him.

he’ll unclip your bra slowly, savoring the hitch in your breath and the way you grow nervous. he’ll place the softest of kisses on the skin of your collar, moving down until he comes face to face with your chest.

“..fucking beautiful,” he all but whispers, eyes honed in on your breasts. he wonders why has she been hiding such pretty things from me? he caresses them softly, thumbs toying with your nipples as you begin to grow shy, but he practically drools at the sight of you.

his lips latch around your nipple gently. he licks and sucks and worships your chest so tenderly it makes you want to cry, while his other hand meets your other breast and kneads.

your fingers tangle in his hair and pull softly, beginning to whine as he grew desperate. lips sucking your sensitive skin, licking and slobbering all over your chest.

“fuck, you been keeping this shit from me?” he groans as you whimper, his hips beginning to grind slowly, unconsciously into the mattress beneath you both.

your heart flutters at his words, feeling a bit silly for being so insecure when this is how he feels about you, when this is how much he adores your body, when this is how good it feels to be taken care of so delicately.

insecure!reader x man who loves every fucking part of you, because it’s you, and in his eyes, you are more than perfect, you are more than enough.