avie

28 | unfortunately obsessed w Gojo | mdni

[gojo-slowpoke]

revealing my age but god damn the urge to write the most cringe, self indulgent wwyff type shit rn is STRONG. Cause like ?? Why not ?? Take it and make it adult monster romance who’s gonna stop me ????

[gojo-slowpoke]

i think it’s kind of understood in your relationship that Bakugou lets you handle conflict on your own. You’re strong and hopelessly stubborn. He knows he doesn’t have to hold your hand because your temper rivals his when you’re pushed too far. But he also knows what it means when you give him the look. And like a switch flipped, he’s walking over to you and shouting at the other person before they even have a chance to walk away. Bakugou is protective when needed or wanted but also acknowledges and respects your own strength.

[luckieangel]

today i am thinking about a fictional man who knows that you dislike the touch of other people, so when he sees someone try to touch you, his hand instinctively goes out to grip their wrist and stop them

[gojo-slowpoke]

bad day so of course I’m thinking about Izuku

he’s just so…sweet. In the simplest terms that’s how I’d describe how he treats his partner. Consistent and kind are close seconds though. He doesn’t just tell you to express your feelings because it’s “the right thing” to do. He wants to know how you feel. Wants to know when you’re happy and how to make it happen more often. Wants to know when you’re sad and how to help ease your pain when it happens because of course it’s going to happen. No one can be happy all the time.

he’s devoted, passionate, and intelligent. He remembers little things that make you smile or laugh. Big things that make you upset and the way you try to self soothe and how he can compliment the behavior. He’s memorized everything about you to the point he can recognize when you’re getting upset before you can even say, because sometimes it’s hard to say anything at all.

he’s gentle. The way he cups your face in his hand, strokes your cheek or under your eye with his thumb. Just a few times, not enough to overstimulate. The way he stares into your eyes or at your face but doesn’t force you to look back. He’s not pressuring you, just studying your reactions to make sure he’s helping.

he consumes. Not in an aggressive way. Not in a way that demands. Instead, he surrounds you. Nothing else can get to you when he’s around. His arms are strong and firmly wrapped around you. His voice is soft and gentle, whispering sweet things and reassurances in your ear. His expression is warm sunlight in winter. And his kisses are graceful and numerous. The way his lips press against your jaw, chin, and outer lip are worshipful. He kisses you like he cherishes you, wishes for nothing more than to keep kissing you as long as you’ll allow it.

you’re treasure to him, not in the sense that you’re property to be hoarded or kept. But in the sense that you’re special, loved enough to guard and protect as an equal not just physically, but in every way possible.

izuku is sweet.

[rissouu]

an eater, I NEED HER

boyfriend!higuruma baby traps you… on accident.

⚚ when higuruma’s boss called him late notice, and told him he had a case that would last twelve days, he nearly ripped his own hair out. how the hell would he survive being away from you for that long? he didn’t even like taking too long using the bathroom for fucks sake, always afraid of missing any word you said.

at some point he started a habit of taking you in there with him, making you sit on the sink and continue your yap sessions while he did what he needed to. part of him seriously thought about stuffing you in his briefcase to come along whenever work called.

many of your friends were concerned with how clingy he was.. and the amount of aggression he’d show when he couldn’t be, but you quickly waved them off. higuruma just loved you so much! maybe a lot more than the average person should, but you didn’t mind it, which is why you always rushed to his defense.

higuruma was flattered you were so protective of him, but your friends really weren’t wrong to be worried, he was downright obsessed with you. everyone could see it but you.

guilt washed over him constantly— here you were thinking he was the best boyfriend in the world, but mostly the guy was just a selfish over thinker. what if someone tried taking his place beside you while it was empty?

oh helllll no.

“aht keep your hands off baby,” his low voice was soothing but it had a slight sternness to it. your legs wrapped around his waist while you were pinned in a mating press, forced to feel every inch of him.

“if you push me again, ‘m gonna have to spank my princess. y’want that angel? hmm?”

you started drooling when your eyes locked on his droopy ones, he hadn’t stopped staring and it was driving you quite insane. you couldn’t stop your hands that instinctively started pushing him again, “ngh- hiro! n..need you s’bad!”

the smack that followed was loud, and your clit was stinging before you could even process what had happened. “cmonn pretty don’t be bad please, i leave soon. please?”

something about his begging had your walls squeezing him even more. higuruma leaned down, tucking his head into your neck to the point his lips grazed your ear.

you were babbling a bunch of nonsense but it sounded damn near poetic to him. he could listen to you for hours.

“daddy’s gonna miss you soo much princess. s..so much-” his whispers slowly turned into whimpers, every sound only pushed you further over the edge. “w..will you miss me? tell me please, need to hear you..”

“im g..gonna- mm- miss you too! always miss youuu!” you couldn’t believe you were slurring out words like this. and it was even harder to believe that he actually understood them.

his free hand crept down your thigh— only stopping once it got to your foot, kissing the heel before putting your white toes to his lips.

he was silent aside from a few grunts, and when higuruma got quiet it never meant anything good. it meant he was up to something.

the man started thinking about not pulling out. the thought came on a whim and it kept growing the more he looked at your fucked out face.

would you be mad? maybe try to leave him? well, its not like he’d ever let you do a silly thing like that.

he couldn’t have you going anywhere, or ever try to walk out on him. you’d already agreed to be his forever, what’s the harm in a little extra precaution? you did always love nanami’s kids..

“need to m..make you a mama, yeah? get you all filled with my babies, walking ‘round with that belly, showing everybody you’re mine- shit shit.” you nearly cut the circulation off in his shaft when you heard his words.

he chuckled low and rubbed your pudge, imagining all the ways your body would fill in while carrying part of him. “i see my pretty pussy likes the idea… now 'm just waiting on my pretty girl.”

when he slapped your thigh you knew he wanted an answer. in an instant you nodded mindlessly— not caring much about anything besides his tip that brushed against your womb. or the fat thumb that circled your clit with purpose. “ohhh my goshh yes! i want it, want my baby, pleasee!”

eh.. you really shouldn’t have told him that.

©rissouu 2026

[starspenxcie]

NOTHING LIKE HIM

synopsis: olderbf!sukuna is having sex with you for the first time but your ex was a douche about sex, leaving you hurt and sceptical. so imagine your surprise when big old scary sukuna is sweet and gentle?!

✮⋆˙ 18+ MDNI, smut, little bit of angst, comfort || wc: 2k

it’s late. the apartment’s quiet except for the low hum of the fridge and the occasional car rolling past outside. sukuna’s place always feels bigger at night. high ceilings. dark wood floors. floor-to-floor windows. that constant scent of leather and his signature cologne.

you’re on his couch with your legs tucked under you. wearing one of his old black tees that swallows you whole. your makeup has melted off because you’d been making out with sukuna for the last forty minutes. your shorts have disappeared somewhere on the living-room rug.

he’s between your thighs now. large form kneeling on the floor in front of you. big veiny hands surprisingly gentle on your soft knees. slowly spreading them like he’s asking for permission every inch of the way.

“still okay?” he asks, voice rough but you can hear the gentleness underneath.

you nod. quick and shy. heart hammering so loud you’re sure he can hear it.

sure, you’ve done stuff before. hands. mouths. grinding until you both came in your underwear like horny teenagers.

but this is different. 

this is him inside you. no clothes. no excuses. no pulling back at the last second.

your ex had never asked if you were okay. never checked. just pushed right in, grunting through it. when he was done, he rolled off and left you staring at the ceiling feeling like you’d done something wrong.

he’d laugh sometimes - crude little comments about how tight you were. how you ‘took it like a champ’. how you’d probably get used to the pain eventually. sometimes, he’d snap at you for crying when he went too rough – chastising you for being a baby. then he’d scroll his phone while you curled up around yourself, pretending that your poor little heart wasn’t breaking. 

so when sukuna, slow and carefully, tugs your shirt up and kisses the soft skin under your ribs. you brace yourself for what’s coming. for the roughness. the impatience. the part where he finally stops being so sweet and just takes what he wants…

but he doesn’t.

he just kisses down your body. stomach. hip bones. inner thighs. warm, open-mouthed kisses. no teeth. no impatience.

when he finally hooks his fingers in your panties and slides them down your legs. he doesn’t just toss them aside mindlessly and ruts into you like a feral dog. instead, he folds them neatly once and sets them on the coffee table like they matter. like you matter.

you blink at that. you feel your chest tighten. not in an uncomfortable way.

he notices. of course he does. sukuna notices everything about you.

“what’s with that look?” he murmurs, settling back between your legs.

you swallow. “nothing. just… waiting.”

his brows knit. thumb brushing the crease of your thigh. eyes never leaving yours, not even for a second.

“waiting for what, baby?”

you shrug. small. dismissive. “for you to… i dunno. get it over with.”

he completely stills.

there’s a silenct pause. he leans up slowly until his face is inches away from yours. one callused hand cups your cheek. thumb stroking your cheekbone.

“hey,” he says quietly. “look at me, baby.”

you do. reluctantly. you feel your cheeks flush with warmth. almost certain that your face resembles a tomato.

“i’m not him,” he says. simple. certain. “i’m not gonna fuck you like that. and i’m definitely not gonna leave you feeling like shit after.”

your throat clicks. your eyes are stinging. you’re blinking rapidly in an attempt to stop the tears from falling. he kisses you then - soft. lingering. tongue just brushing yours like he’s tasting you for the first time all over again.

“tell me if you want to stop,” he whispers against your lips. “anytime. i mean it.”

you nod and let out a shaky exhale.

he kisses down your throat. collarbone. tits. slow licks over your nipples until they pebble. you arch with a small whimper, prompting him to lightly graze them with his sharp teeth. 

then he kisses lower. and lower. and lower. 

until his mouth is on your wet cunt. he eats you out like it’s his grand mission in life. slow circles on your clit with his thumb. flat tongue dragging up and down your slit. sucking gently. two thick fingers sliding in when you start dripping. he curls them just right to stroke that spot that makes your thighs shake uncontrollably.

you come fast. embarrassingly fast. crying out his name while your fingers are knotted in his pink hair. hips bucking to ride against his face.

he doesn’t stop until you’re whimpering from oversensitivity. only then does he pull back. his lips shiny. red eyes dark with lust and pride.

“good girl,” he murmurs. kisses the inside of your thigh. “so fuckin’ sweet. sweetest thing i’ve ever tasted in my long life.”

you’re still catching your breath when he finaly stands up. peels off his shirt. sweats next. cock heavy and thick between his legs, already leaking precum.

your eyes widen. just a fraction. he’s big. way bigger than your ex.

he notices that too.

“we’ll go slow,” he says, voice barely concealing his smirk. “i promise, princess.”

he grabs a condom from the side table. rolls it on careful. slicks himself with the strawberry lube you bought because it’s ‘too cute not to’. then he’s back on the couch, pulling you onyo his lap so you’re straddling him - face to face. red eyes staring at yours. big hands on your hips.

“whenever you’re ready,” he says. voice absolutely wrecked. “you set the pace.”

you nod - shy and sweet. lift yourself up. notch the head at your sopping entrance. then, proceed to sink down - just the tip for now. it stretches. the burn shocks you a little. you gasp and freeze. he stills instantly. hands freezing on your waist.

“hey, princess. breathe. take a deep breath for me.”

you do. shaky. flustered.

“too much?” he asks. you sense no judgment, just concern and care.

“a little,” you admit, barely louder than a whisper.

he just nods. kisses your forehead. then your nose. then your mouth.

“we can stay like this. just the tip. no rush.”

you swallow. nod. then, sink down another inch. it burns more, but nothing unbearable. and underneath it - the heat and fullness. you start to feel something good beginning to bloom from inside.

he groans low when you continue to take more of his thick cock. forehead dropping to your shoulder. you can hear his shaky breath, as if he’s forcing himself to hold back for your sake.

“fuck, baby. you feel so good. so fuckin’ good.”

the praise hits different compared to your ex. it feels warm. safe. intimate.

you keep going. slowly. taking him inch by inch. until he’s fully inside. so deep that you can feel him in your stomach. you whimper, clinging to his shoulders.

he doesn’t move yet. just holds you. big arms wrapped around your back. one hand stroking your hair.

“doing so well, baby,” he murmurs. “taking all of me. i’m so proud of you.”

you finally start moving. tiny rocks of your hips. he groans. hands flexing on your waist.

“yeah,” he breathes. “like that. nice and slow.”

you find a rhythm. shallow at first, then deeper and faster. every drag makes you gasp. every grind makes you whimper.

he watches your face the whole time. red eyes uncharacteristically soft. almost reverent.

when you start chasing your orgasm, your hips rolling faster. sukuna starts helping. with one hand sliding between you. thumb finding your clit to rub gentle circles.

“come for me,” he whispers. “come on, baby. wanna feel you cum all over my cock.”

it builds fast. overwhelmingly fast. you bury your face in his neck. moaning broken little sounds against his skin.

“s-sukuna-”

“i’ve got you,” he says, low voice strained. “let go, baby.”

you come hard. your whole body shaking. walls clenching tight around him. crying out against his throat.

he follows right after. low groan rumbling in his chest. hips stuttering up as he fills the condom. holding you so tight, almost like he’s afraid you’ll disappear. you’re sure you’ll have beautiful bruises the next day.

for a long minute you both just sit there. panting. clinging. his arms still locked around you.

then he moves - slow and deliberate - careful not to startle you. he gently lifts you off him and places you on the couch. disposes of the condom. grabs a warm washcloth from the bathroom (he’d put one in the sink earlier - just in case) and cleans your up softly. no rush. no dismissiveness. no jokes. 

when he’s done he pulls you into his lap again with a pink fluffy blanket draped over both of you. he gently tucks your head under his chin and lightly kisses your squishy cheek.

“you okay?” he asks. fingers tracing lazy circles on your back.

“yeah. really okay.” you nod, shyly. you sneek a look up at him, making eye contact. causing you to blush and nuzzle even further into his neck. as if you want to merge yourself with him.

“good.”

there’s a quiet, comfortable silence for a bit until sukuna says:

“he never did this with you, did he?”

you freeze. just a little. not expecting the question.

sukuna tightens his hold on you, “didn’t hold you after. didn’t make sure you were alright.”

you shake your head. small.

“no.”

he exhales. slow. like he’s trying to calm himself down and swallow down his anger that he feels for you. he lightly noses his face into your strawberry-scented hair.

“fuck him,” he mutters. then softer, “you deserve better. always did. stupid son of a bitch.”

you bury your face deeper into his neck. tears slipping out now. quiet ones. he doesn’t say anything else. just holds you that little bit tighter. lightly rocking you.

when your breathing finally evens out and you’re half-asleep against his chest. he carries you to bed. tucks you in. slides in behind you and pulls you back to his front. with one muscled arm around your waist and hand splayed over your stomach.

“sleep,” he murmurs against your shoulder. “i’m right here. i’ll always be right here for you.”

and for the first time in your life, you fall asleep feeling safe. cherished. wanted. 

art: not sure, lemme know if u guys can find the artist (found on pinterest)!

based on this request here

A/N: another longer one for u guys!!! i need to work on these!!!

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[suguruss1ut]

out-freak the neighbours!

summary: movie night with your bestfriend gets interrupted by your neighbours deciding to get it on– loudly. suguru swears he can make you scream even louder!

pairing: bsf! suguru x f!reader

tags: porn with little plot, fingering, kinda dom! suguru?, oral (f! rec.), spit, unprotected piv, creampie, choking, hair pulling (f rec.), multiple orgasms, cock drunk! reader, mirror kink, backshots while standing up, squirt(and suguru eats it UPPP), praise. this was inspired by my own neighbours fucking lol. fanart cr: ntyk__no on X

wc: 3.2k (my longest one yet let's gooo)

the sun was setting outside, its warm, dim light illuminated the room as you were coddled up on the couch with suguru. your were backs pressed into the plush cushions, soft pillows and fluffy blankets all around you, and you could almost hear the soft hum of the ambient music he had put on earlier.

it was movie night– nothing uncommon for the two of you, although most of the times you just ended up talking and chatting about whatever subject, forgetting about the film playing in the background. today was one of those times.

except your new neighbours started to get a little too comfortable in their space.

it didn't start off that bad at first, just the muffled bangs of the headboard against the wall. you managed to ignore it, continued yapping to suguru, although your eyes drifted for a moment to where the noises came from.

but it didn't take long before you heard the muted moans on top of the bangs, which got progressively louder. and louder. until it became impossible to ignore.

you looked around your room for something, you didn't know what for, an excuse maybe, just anything that could cut through the sheer awkwardness you currently drowned in. your words became mumbles, and suguru watched you intently as you became more and more flustered with each porn worthy moan coming from the floor above.

"hey, don't you want to eat something? i'm gonna go bring some snack–" your words came out more composed than you'd thought, already lifting yourself off the couch when suguru grabbed you by your wrist to pull you back down.

he saw right through you.

of course he would. he knows you better than anyone, has been there for you every time you needed him since 8th grade, and you've been best friends ever since. he knows that, you both do.

but seeing him grow from the boy you once knew into the undoubtedly handsome man he currently is did something to you.

"i'm all good here, already got everything i need," suguru said sweetly, almost too sweet, his intense gaze making it a bit more difficult to breathe.

he was talking about the half-eaten bag of chips on the table... right?

your body tightened as he extended his arm on the frame of the couch, barely grazing the nape of your neck. your eyes were set on the tv in front of you, not daring to look elsewhere, although you could still feel his eyes on you.

this was having too much of an effect on you. you felt exposed, and he knew it too. you shouldn't feel like this, the heat creeping up on your face as you fidgeted nervously with the hem of your shorts, the moans still echoing through the thin walls.

"wanna bet i can make you scream even louder?"

"w–what?" your eyes widened, did you hear him right?

"do you?" suguru purred, seemingly unbothered.

your lips parted, but no words were coming out.

"strip," he ordered.

as if hypnotised, you did as you were told, quickly pulling off your shorts and top. when you went to peel off your already damp underwear, suguru stopped you.

"leave those on," he said, his amethyst eyes not leaving yours.

he padded his hand against the cushion, signaling you to sit down, and you followed without a second thought.

you plopped yourself next to him, maybe not close enough to his liking, seeing as he had pulled you in, the hand that was formerly resting behind you on the backrest now found its way around your neck. not squeezing, just feeling you, feeling your quickened pulse.

your faces were only centimetres apart by now, close enough to notice the slight hitch in your breath as he leaned in.

"you've been waiting for this for as long as i have, haven't you?" suguru's breath lingered on your lips as he spoke, lowly, but demanding an answer nonetheless.

"yes," you replied, just above a whisper.

"good girl," suguru praised, a faint smirk tugging at his lips before his mouth crashed onto yours.

you whimpered into the kiss, all of your thoughts immediately melting away the moment you felt his tongue slip past your lips. your heart pummelled in your chest as you felt his fingers dig deeper into the sensitive skin on your neck.

his lips are softer than you've imagined, his kiss languid, yet feeling as if he claimed you right there and then. you hum against his mouth as you felt his hand slip down in between your legs, the heat in your belly pooling by now.

his slender fingers traced over your slit over the damp fabric of your panties, feeling the wetness soaking them. he applied more pressure as he reached your clit, moving in teasing circles over it.

"suguru," you whimpered into his mouth, the walls of your cunt clenching around nothing, begging to be filled.

"what do you need, sweetheart?" suguru asked, a string of spit connected to your lips as he pulled away to talk.

"need yo–" you didn't get to finish before he pulled your panties to the side and plunged in two fingers, slipping right in your dripping cunt and making you lock your hands at the base of his hair.

"yeah? you wanna cum on my fingers?" you could only moan in response as be leaned back in, the kiss growing sloppier as his digits curled inside you.

you quickly turned into a squirming mess, pussy leaking a small puddle down his fingers as they drove in and out of you, hitting every spot you never could, even late at night when you laid in your bed with him in your mind as you fingered yourself pathetically.

little did you know he was doing the same thing. going back to his place after every hangout, and stroking his cock raw to the thought of you. enveloped by pleasure, but eaten alive by the guilt of jerking off to his best friend.

you could hear the movements of his fingers as they thrusted into your hole, the wetness soaking them. your body folded against him when he pressed his palm against your clit while simultaneously finger fucking you. you shuddered, legs shaking as you came on his digits.

you laid limp against him, whimpering, as his pace began to slow down. your head was resting into the nape of his neck, your staggered breath warming his skin.

"you did so well," suguru spoke, cupping your face and giving you a gentle kiss on your lips. "but i'm gonna need a little more from you."

you only looked at him, gaze already clouded.

"now bend over for me," he only smiled, bringing the same fingers he used to fuck you to his mouth, and sucked them clean.

"mmhm, atta girl," your slick was sweet on his tongue, a flavour he's been craving for a long time. his eyes followed you as you plopped your knees into the cushion and held onto the backrest for support.

he got on his knees on the ground, his face only centimetres away from your dripping cunt. your thighs sticky with slick and still trembling lightly. a sight he's been dreaming of.

your eyes were still glassy from the intensity of your previous high, eyebrows knit together as you looked back at him, your gaze pleading.

"s' all for me, pretty girl?" suguru murmured, the heat of your pussy lingering on his face, the aroma filling his senses.

"all for you, sugu," his dick twitched at the nickname, although you've called him that before, right now it feels vulgar.

his cock hurt by now because of how hard he was, years of waiting for a taste of you, bottled up until this very moment. every nerve in his body told him to just push your head into a pillow and fuck you until all you knew was his name, but no, he wanted to savour this.

his hands settle on the fat of your ass, gripping lightly as he dives in. you feel his tongue travel up the slit of your pussy, relishing in your taste.

"mmphh– fuck!" you gasp, already sensitive from his fingers earlier.

he groans against your pussy, tongue dipping in deeper between your folds, lips wrapping on your hole as he slurps on the sweet juices leaking out from your hole.

"that's it, sweetheart, soak my face," suguru mumbled into your cunt, swallowing the creamy mess on his tongue.

you moaned at the sound of his voice, hands gripping onto the couch as you felt his hot muscle thrusting into your soppy hole, wet and desperate.

"sweeter than i ever could've imagined...," he brought one hand to your pussy to open up your folds, pulling them apart gently, and spat on it. you jolted in response, the combination of saliva and slick dripping down your legs.

"suguru– please," you whined, unconsciously arching your back in his face.

hearing you say his name and pleading made him go livid. his hand found your clit in response, fingers applying uniform pressure in rough circles– demanding a reaction from you.

"oh my– ah, y–yes," you babbled incoherently, thighs beginning to shake as he gripped onto your ass harder, pulling a whine out of you.

slick was dripping down his wrist and chin as he made out with your cunt, dragging his tongue in your hole like a starved man. the pads of his fingers moved at an agonising speed over your throbbing clit, your moans getting filthier, louder.

"fuckfuckfuckfuck– please, 'm so– close!" you hiccuped, making him hum into your pussy. your sweet begs were music to his ears, and although he would've liked hearing them more, he needed to feel you finish on his face just as much as you did.

he replaced his hand with his lips, suctioning them around your pulsing clit as he pushed in one finger, curling it inside you and hitting your g-spot immediately. you were seeing stars by now, and suguru's only objective was to make you scream his name.

his tongue flicked at your clit as he sucked on it, continuously pumping his fingers inside your velvet walls. before long, you came with a guttural scream, your body tense as you dug your fingers in the pillows, leaking all over suguru's face.

his cock throbbed in his pants as he lapped at the juices oozing out of your cunt, swallowing everything without missing a single drop.

"ahh–," you whined, clenching around his finger as he slowly dragged it out, leaving your hole empty, and weeping.

"you okay, pretty?" suguru asked, his voice attentive as he brought a hand to your back, caressing over your spine.

"y–yeah, i'm fine," you breathed out, legs still weak and wobbling as you tried to stand up.

"good," he replied, now standing up on his feet behind you. in one sleek move, he slipped off his t-shirt, wiping the mess on his face with it.

"easy there, let me help you," suguru said lowly, wrapping his arms around your ribcage to steady you.

he pressed a gentle kiss on the top of your head, the warmth of his bare skin against yours sending shivers throughout your body.

his lips dragged lower, pressing open-mouthed kisses behind your ear, below it, until reaching your jaw and neck. you moved your head to the side permissively, allowing him more space.

"suguru...ah–!' you whispered his name, your eyes falling shut when he sucked sharply on your sensitive skin, surely leaving a hickey by tomorrow.

with him still standing behind you, he led you to walk forward a few steps, his eyes locking onto the full body mirror you had hung on the wall. so thoughtful of you.

his patience frayed around the edges as he slipped off his pants, letting his hard length slap against his stomach, the beading at the tip leaking over his defined abs.

suguru pressed his body against yours, the size of him making you gasp at the contact with your ass. firm hands had travelled over your tits, pulling a whimper from your lips as he squeezed at them.

"mmphh," you whimpered, a glob of warm spit falling from his lips and onto the small of your back, leaking down to your ass. his hips had started moving back and forth slowly, his dick sliding between your lubricated ass cheeks, teasing you.

suguru's arms tightened around you, keeping you upright against his chest, his body heat leaking over to yours.

he angled his hips better, making his dick slip in between your thighs, thrusting just below your pussy lips. your cunt was slobbering all over him, resulting in him groaning into your ear, his restraint chipping away more every second.

"suguru, please– fuck me," you blubbered, your voice weak, as overstimulation began to take over you. the crest of his cockhead nudged your clit with every painfully slow thrust, your knees getting more unsteady as he grazed over your pussy.

"such a greedy girl, came twice already, and you still need more?" you could feel his smirk against your skin as he spoke, lips against your neck, inhaling your scent.

"need you inside," you breathed out, the overwhelming need for him filled your senses, wishing all you felt was him.

"bet all those boy-toys that you had couldn't even make you cum, could they?" suguru purred, and your silence was enough of an answer.

"but don't worry... i'll give this sweet pussy what she really deserves," he whispered, the vibrations of his lips against your ear sending shivers down your neck.

suguru tucked your arms underneath his, keeping you secured against him, while his foot slid in between yours, pushing your legs apart.

"ahh–" you screamed, your eyes squeezing shut when he pushed in, the air in your lungs getting knocked out as he filled you to the brim in one brutal thrust.

"mmnghh–too big!" your words came out like a shriek, legs already shaking as your weeping pussy tried adjusting to his size, the heated sensation of your walls stretching around him making tears gather at your lash line.

your mouth fell agape, your mind in a haze as suguru's hand crept up around your neck, squeezing lightly around the sides.

"look at yourself... look at yourself while you're sobbing on my cock," his grip on your throat tightened, the lack of oxygen making everything feel floaty.

you opened your eyes on command, only to see your full length mirror staring right back at you, reflecting the tear streaks down your cheeks, your legs quivering as he splits you open on his cock.

your skin is buzzing under his touch, strong hands gripping you close to him so you don't collapse. your dripping walls clench around him, earning you a low moan from suguru.

you feel him so deep it snatches away your breath– cockhead hitting that sweet spot inside you with every practiced thrust, shoving it in until your eyes roll back.

your vision is cloudy, drool is spilling out the corner of your lips as he pounds into you mercilessly. if you had anymore coherent thoughts in your little head, they would've been quickly fucked out by suguru.

"where did my sweet girl go, huh? too fucked out?" suguru's honey dipped voice pulled you out of your trace-like state.

" 'm here– sugu," you mumbled, your back bending against him in a delicious arch.

"you can take it, can't you? doing so well already," he praised falsely, slowing down his pace.

"u–uh–uh," you tried agreeing, no coherent words coming out of your mouth. that just made him wonder how far he can push your limits before you break.

his hands slipped away from around you, leaving your neck bare and with nothing to support your weakened form. your hands slapped against the cold glass of the mirror in front of you, feet gripping desperately to the ground in order to stabilise yourself.

you leaned forward, the warmth of your palms leaving soft streaks along the reflective surface. suguru's hands had found their way on your hips now, digging into your supple skin when he slammed into you again.

"fuck, y–yes!" your voice came out shattered by the newfound angle, your greedy pussy swallowing up every inch of him as the wet slaps of skin to skin echoed throughout the room.

"there she isss," suguru mused, eyeing your fucked out reflection in the mirror, "let them hear you, sweetheart."

"haahh– so, deep," you meweld, his cock twitching inside you at the sound.

muttering curses under his breath, his hand tightened on your hip, while the other snaked its way into your messy hair, tugging lightly at the root.

your flushed cheek was pressed into the mirror, the glass fogging as your breathing became more and more broken.

your walls fluttered around him, pussy squeezing him tight as hips pistoned into yours, making his breath run ragged, and his balls tighten when they slapped against your clit with each thrust.

the burning, familiar feeling is building up in your abdomen again, twisting at your insides as you sobbed suguru's name, the feeling of his cock dragging through your folds making you feel high, fingers knotting deeper into your hair.

"nghh–'m, so close," you announced, your voice broken.

"shit–gonna fill you up and make you mine, sweetheart," his voice wavered, hips slamming deep into yours.

his words sent tremors through your body, and you came around his cock with a strangled moan, your orgasm tore through you, cruel and violent.

"haah–," suguru followed soon after, feeling your cunt clench around him, shooting ropes of white hot cum inside your womb, stilling his hips deep inside you, making sure nothing leaked out.

you whimpered when you felt his cock twitch inside of you, knees buckling as you slowly came down from your high.

his warm, sticky cum mixed with yours slowly seeped out of your hole when he pulled out, trickling down your inner thighs until it pooled around your ankles.

suguru held you from underneath your arms, your body melting into him like putty as he led you onto the couch, helping you sit down. you could almost see the imaginary stars floating above your head in a circle, and something tells you, you weren't gonna walk tomorrow.

he quickly went to bring you a towel, and by the time he came back, you could hear the warm water running from the bathroom, probably filling the tub.

suguru crouched down in front of you, his hands softer than ever as he leaned in, cradling your head and pressing a light kiss to your forehead– and another to your nose, and another to your lips, one that felt sweeter than any other candy.

[fricks]

"how are you a virgin and this perverted?" ☆

your best friend geto looks like he's been accosted. eyes wide, jaw slack, face all but screwed up in surprise at the words that have just come out of your mouth. what was it you said you were reading about? triple penetration? he might pass out.

you can't help but laugh at the look he's giving you. "what? you didn't watch porn when you were still a virgin?"

without warning, he snatches your phone right out of your hand and squints at the screen. "my porn was tasteful," he tsks. "this is... uncouth."

"uncouth?" you try to take back your phone, just for him to roll over in bed and hold it out of reach. you're half on top of him in seconds, clawing at his bulky arm. "give it back!"

"what is dac..." he stifles a laugh at the way you try so desperately for your archive of erotica. "...dacryphilia?"

"you don't know? what, no game? no hoes? bitches?"

"i manage, thank you," he rolls the both of you over and pins you down against the mattress, which has your breath hitching in your throat for some reason. it makes him smirk like a fucking idiot. "what, nervous?"

no... yes? you don't know. suguru has never made you feel nervous... jittery, maybe. you'd use nauseous, in both the good and bad way. sometimes he gives you this look that makes you feel like you have food poisoning. your body seems to react to him at the extreme.

you've always been touchy with each other. your friendship has been physical since day one—if you aren't touching, you're not in the same room. it's just how it's always been, a hand on his arm as you walk together, or his arm around your shoulders when you're seated. it's... normal. familiar.

so this —suguru pinning you down by the wrists, his long black hair falling down to tunnel your vision right onto that pretty face of his—probably shouldn't get you this wet.

or wet at all, really.

"tears," you say, for some fucking reason. "dacryphilia, it's crying, or making someone cry. like being overstimulated, or... humiliated, to the point of tears. or just crying for the sake of it."

geto looks down at you, and you try not to watch the muscles of his arms bulge as he keeps you locked beneath him. "i know."

you frown. "you know?"

"i just wanted to hear you try and explain it," he laughs. "fucking pervert."

"i'm going to kill you slowly," you wriggle beneath him. "get off me, suguru."

"or what? you'll cry? i think you're into that..." he teases, and manages to shift both of your wrists into one hand so that he can reach for your phone again. he thumbs it open and resumes your 'history' tab with a shit-eating grin. "virginity loss... best friends to lovers... size kink... corruption... breeding ? really?"

"shut the fuck up," you hiss. you buck your hips up, not to throw him off—because you can admit he's bigger, heavier and a whole lot stronger than you are—but out of pure frustration. except your movement only presses you tighter against where his thighs cage your hips, and you freeze. you think something pathetic leaves your lips, but you can't quite hear yourself over the mortification bubbling up in your chest.

"oh?" he notices, of course.you want to claw his stupid handsome face off. "don't tell me this is working for you."

"it's not," you snap. "you are so fucking full of yourself, geto."

"suguru," he corrects you. "say it properly. and by the look on your face right now i'd wager that you'd rather be the one full of me."

god you hate him sometimes. "embarrassing me isn't funny."

"it's a little funny."

"fuck you."

"you look like you'd love to," he lowers his hips a little, and for the first time in your life, you feel the weight of a rock-hard cock pressing against you. "tell me to stop and i will. we can go get food or something, forget this happened."

the switch in tone from teasing to gentle makes you smile, which makes keeping up the disgruntled act a lot harder. the thought of verbalising your need right now makes you nauseous, so you opt instead for a shake of your head.

"great," he nods, and slowly releases your wrists. "you can take that back whenever you want, just tell me and i'll back off."

"what are you..." you're cut off when suguru hands you your phone back with a scrunched up nose.

"read it," he says. "out loud. if you stop, i stop."

you're confused only until you check your screen and see that geto has opened up one of your most recently read pieces and scrolled down to a rather graphic scene of the main character being eaten out by her best friend. it's a little ironic, considering the state you're in, but you can't bring yourself to be embarrassed when your own best friend is kissing down your stomach and hooking his fingers under the waistband of your shorts.

he's going to go down on you? but he's hard, and for as much porn as you've read, most of it depicts the guy taking what he wants.

"aren't you going to... you know? fuck me?"

your shorts and panties are pulled down in one swift movement, and suguru buries his face in your thigh to stifle his laugh. his body shakes with the force of it, which makes you frown. your pussy is a few inches from his face, and he's laughing like the prospect of taking your virginity is funny.

"you couldn't take me," he smiles up at you. "now read."

suddenly self-conscious, you try clamp your thighs shut, just to (once again) find yourself pinned down by his strong arms. "this is weird," you whine. "you're my... i mean we... you know? friends. best friends ."

holding eye contact, suguru slowly lowers himself down to press a chaste kiss to your clit. it's not much contact, but it makes you jolt nonetheless. doesn't feel like how you had imagined it when you'd lay in bed late at night with your nose in a book and your hand between your legs. this is... better. feels right.

"still weird?" he asks, to which you nod without really meaning it. "weird like your porn on that phone?"

"suguru i swear to god if you don't—oh my god."

you forgive that man for all of the teasing he'd one as soon as he gets to work on you. flattening out his tongue against your pussy and tasting you for the first time has him already grinding against the mattress, and has you squeezing your eyes shut as you try to process this new realm of pleasure. you're glad he doesn't tease you for being so wet, but that he instead uses it to his advantage and starts making an even bigger mess of you.

his lips latch around your clit for only a few seconds. he hollows out your cheeks and you think you might die with how overwhelming the sensation is, but it's over all too soon. geto pulls back to do two things:

one, tie his hair out of his face, and two, tell you to start reading.

not wanting to miss out on these newfound pleasures of the flesh , you unlock your phone and start on a random spot on the screen, your voice a lot more shaky than you want it to be.

" he, uh... he ducks down and licks a stripe from entrance to clit, collecting... collecting her wetness on his tongue and falling in love with the taste of her enjoyments. "

suguru, suddenly good at following instructions, does as written and leads his tongue upwards. you moan at the contact, but notice suguru starting to pull away at your lack of reading, so you go on.

"she loves the way he feels. he kisses her, uh, sweet center, before continuing to use his tongue to toy with her."

you can feel suguru smiling against you. "sweet center?" he laughs, but continues his ministries nonetheless. you roll your eyes, this has been a lot better of a read when your brain was fogged with unsated need. longing for the man that is now between your legs.

"growing messy, his focus shifts to her clit. his tongue dances with the bud of nerves as he brings two fingers of his left hand, ring and all, and pushes them inside of her. curling upwards until she—"

"is that what you want?" suguru cuts you off.

"yeah, yes. i think. just go slow."

"keep reading."

you clear your throat as suguru starts tracing circles around your clit with the tip of his tongue. he looks a little silly doing that, you note as you glance down to enjoy the view for a moment, but god does it feel good.

"curling upwards until she's an ecstatic mess of fulfilled wants. he completes her, in both soul and now flesh. fills her with his fingers in preparation for his—oh god, suguru, right there."

you hadn't even noticed him pushing into you, you were that eager to feel more of him. his fingers curl up as described in your reading material and suddenly he's brushing over a spot you've never discovered on your own. it blurs your vision, sends your skin hot.

"can't.. can't read anymore," you whine, bucking your hips up in some masochistic need for more. anything bigger than this and you'd keel over, you think, but you'd take anything suguru was willing to give you. "gonna—"

he allows it. encourages it, even. quickens his pace on the fingers plunging in and out of you, and starts making out with your pussy like a drunken virgin would. it's good in a way that shouldn't be: messy and needy and you think perhaps that suguru is just as close to coming as you are.

your orgasm is intense. your back arching off the bed and your body trying hopelessly to get more of sugurus touch. you think you moan his name, though it could be a babbled string of 'i love you's that you'll refuse to acknowledge later on in hopes that giving you head wasn't enough to ruin your friendship.

suguru moans loudly against your pussy as he tastes your release, the vibrations no help for your sensitivity, but his hips are stuttering against the mattress and you can tell even through your haze that you've made the cocky idiot cum in his pants.

serves him right.

and because the two of you are friends before you are... whatever this is, the both of you are falling into a fit of laughter upon your comedowns. suguru's lips glisten and your chest heaves with each breath you take, and he's climbing up the bed to press a kiss to your cheek.

"better than reading about it?" he asks.

"nope," you grin, which earns you a mean look that soon gives way to another laugh from him. "you could do it again some time if you wanted, though."

"please. i want to find out what skills you've picked up reading all of that weird shit." he pulls you into his arms and, despite being a little sweaty, you find yourself melting comfortably into his embrace.

"you couldn't keep up with me," you sing-song.

"yeah? try me."

"ever heard of male sounding? whip it out, sugu."

"ha. shut the fuck up."

this is a repost from my old account. still me tho i did not #steal this this is a repost from my old account. still me tho i did not #steal this

part two here

[dumpstyy]

✧˖° 18+ | Suguru being so sweet when you can only handle half his cock

Suguru is so patient with his sweet, shy girlfriend who still can't take all of him even after a few times together.

every single time, without fail, your small hands end up pressed flat against his abs, keeping him from sinking in all the way. and he never pushes it—just watches you with those dark, half-lidded eyes while you're already making such a mess on just half his cock, whimpering and clenching around him like you're trying so hard to be good for him.

"that's it, baby," he murmurs, one big hand covering both of yours on his stomach, holding them there. "take what you can. don't hurt yourself." but his voice is strained, jaw tight, because fuck—you're so wet and tight and he can feel you fluttering around him, and he wants nothing more than to just sink in deep and stay there.

you're babbling apologies, face hot with embarrassment because you can see how much of him is still outside, glistening and dripping with you. "i'm sorry, i'm sorry, 'm trying—"

"shh, none of that," he says, leaning down to kiss your forehead, your cheeks, so sweet it makes your chest ache. "you're doing so well, angel. look how good you're taking me already." his thumb finds your clit and you gasp, back arching, and he groans when you clench down hard. "there you go. just like that."

he starts moving in shallow thrusts, just working the half he can fit, and it's already so much—the stretch, the fullness, the way his tip keeps hitting that spot that makes your toes curl. you're soaking him, obscene wet sounds filling the room, and you want to die from how embarrassing it is.

"listen to that," he breathes, eyes dark and focused on where you're connected. "making such a pretty mess on my cock, baby. getting me all wet." his hand slides from your clit to your hip, gripping tight. "think you can take a little more for me? just a little?"

you nod frantically even though you're not sure, because you want to be good for him, want to give him everything. he pushes in another inch, slow and careful, watching your face the whole time. your hands scrabble against his abs but he's stronger, holding himself there while you adjust.

"breathe, sweetheart," he coaxes. "that's my girl. so fucking tight for me. you're perfect, you know that?"

and even though you still can't take all of him, even though your hands are still trying to keep him from going too deep, he looks at you like you've given him everything—like you're everything—and somehow that makes the embarrassment worth it.

Diver creds - @pixopix / @junabuggy

[qojolover]

Thinking about having a one night stand with Toji and then he just…doesn’t leave.

tw slight dubcon

You assumed you’d wake up alone, the burly man, who fucked you so good last night, long gone. Instead you’re woken up by his thick cock stretching out your aching cunt all over again. The cum from last night helps in aiding his quest, but it’s still a tight fit.

You whine, nails digging into his muscled back as he presses your knees to your chest and wrings orgasm after orgasm out of you. And then he fucks you all over again in the shower. And then in the kitchen. You have to practically kick him to finally get him to stop sucking on your poor clit. He gives you a sly grin, mouth and scar still shiny from your slick, and presses an apologetic kiss to your lips.

You don’t do this often, you really don’t, so you assumed he’d up and leave by the time he’s got his fill. Maybe he’d tell you he’d call you and then end up ghosting you. You heard the stories. But Toji doesn’t do any of that. No, he just…stays. Takes up all the space on your couch with a beer in his hand, watching boat races.

You’re pacing in your kitchen. Why is he still here? Do you need to ask him to leave? Your heart is nearly jumping out of your chest when you approach him, having rehearsed a lie over and over in your head to get the stranger to leave. But before you can manage to stutter out a single word, he pulls you on his lap and kisses you greedily. His fingers dip under the waistband of your shorts, teasing your puffy pussy.

You jolt, whining about being too sore, fingers grasping his wrist but he only grins and slides two fingers into your wet heat. He coos how good you’re being, how you can take him, right doll?

He fucks you until you’re nothing but a brainless mess, incapable of muttering a single word. You fall asleep on his chest, unaware that he’s already planing to do this all over again tomorrow.

You really should have known better than to take a stray home.

[gojo-slowpoke]

thinking about writing a short lil multi-part horror/thriller fic where you invite your (ghost hunter) bnha favs to investigate your manor that you’re positive is haunted. Except the longer they stay, the more they realize maybe they should have declined this mission when you gave them the chance. (I don’t wanna say more it’ll spoil😭)

I’m having trouble deciding which guys to use so you tell me!

Bakugou and Izuku

Bakugou and Kirishima

Izuku and Todoroki

Aizawa and Hawks

Todoroki and Shinsou

secret sixth option (comment and suggest your favs!)

Voting ended onJan 18

[eikyuunimain-deactivated2026051]

whipped!sanemi who scoffs whenever you baby him, but leans into your hand every time. "don't coddle me," he growls, while you fix his collar. "stop fussin'," he mutters, while you wipe blood from his cheek. but his eyes soften. his jaw eases. and he lets you do it every single time.

whipped!sanemi who doesn't let anyone see him smile—except you. and only when you're being impossible. rolling your eyes at him. calling him on his shit. kissing the corner of his mouth when he gets quiet. and suddenly he's looking at you like you hung the moon, the barest curl of a grin on his lips, like you're the only thing that makes him feel human.

whipped!sanemi who doesn't sleep after missions unless you're there. unless your body's against his. unless you're warm and soft and letting him wrap around you. unless your fingers are tracing the scars across his chest and your lips are pressing gentle kisses to them.

whipped!sanemi who eats you out like he's been waiting years for it. grabs your thighs, yanks you to the edge, drops to his knees and just goes. sloppier than he means to be. messier. mouthing at your pussy, groaning when your fingers fist in his hair, grinding his hips with a growl every time you moan.

whipped!sanemi who finally thrusts into you with this rough, shaking breath like he's been holding it back for hours. and then it's no mercy—hips snapping hard, pace relentless, dragging moans out of you with every deep push. holds your wrists above your head with one hand and fucks you like it's the only thing that's ever made sense.

whipped!sanemi who pulls out the second he knows you're about to come—and drops to his knees again. doesn't give you time to beg. doesn't give you time to whine. just spits on his fingers and rubs your clit fast and messy while his mouth replaces his cock and says "no, baby. not done. not yet. again. give it to me again—" and doesn't stop until you're sobbing on his tongue.

[gojo-slowpoke]

Bakugou is a little…shocked when he realizes how fiercely you defend him. He’s used to being the “aggressive” one, the angry one, the one who jumps to bite anyone who threatens him or the people he’s [reluctantly] grown to care for. But he isn’t really used to being loved the same way.

And he gets it. Why would other people jump to defend him the same way? He’s perfectly capable of defending himself, cutting people down physically and verbally. He doesn’t need anyone to take care of him.

But there you are, fists clenched and shaking. If your temper rose anymore, he’d swear steam would start coming out of your ears. You haven’t even said anything yet, but he sees the gears turning in your head. He’s almost scared of what you’ll say, not for his sake but yours. Reputation is important, as his mentors would have said.

But another part of him, perhaps the stronger part, wants to hear it. It isn’t even really a big deal to him, what happened. It’s just some random reporter taking shots of him and trying to get an interview. Sure, the guys rude. Sure, it’s a little insulting that he insinuated Bakugou didn’t deserve his spot in the hero ranking. He’s irritated that the guy keeps following you when he’s trying to take you on a date, which is a rare occurrence for a busy hero. But he’s used to it. He’s just some random. He’ll fly away to the next big story soon enough.

You’re not having it, though. You’d tried to laugh it off, put distance between you and the reporter. But he was determined. And finally, you’d had enough.

So there you stood, pointing your finger at the reporter and very [un]politely telling him where he can shove his opinion if he doesn’t, and Bakugou memorizes your words then, “get the fuck out of your face.”

And all the while, Bakugou just observes. He’s quiet for once, stunned but nearly laughing because he’s so happy. How could he ever let you go after this?

[rumisgf]

no one will love an angry girl

'you’re never gonna keep a man, no man will ever put up with such an angry girl.'

bakugou will.

he knows how it feels to have so much pent up aggression and seeming to take it out on all the wrong things. no matter how much self reflection you do, how many apologies— it’s just the way your heart strings were wired. the more they rub together from all the tears you hold back, the bigger fire it creates in your lungs; making all the oxygen you breath toxic and violent.

but your boyfriend: he proceeds with caution. he puts out every fire and reminds you to intake enough water to put them out. or maybe even a deep breath will suffice. whenever he sees you yell at someone or get into an altercation, his first instinct goes from scolding to consoling as the relationship progresses. he grows softer to ease the blows you take on yourself. he reassures you that he’s done much worse in his past that he’s not proud of, and that you could be doing much worse. he doesn’t let people rile you up or agitate you only to paint you as the aggressor, he’ll shoot down any red flags they wave at you and defend you any chance he gets. even if you weren’t completely in the right, he defends you to others and corrects you in private. but even then, can his baby ever really be in the wrong?

to him, you’re not an angry girl. you’re just a his girl.

xoxo, rumisgf

[gojo-slowpoke]

in my feelings today. Will I post more comforting thoughts about our fav anime men or will I post the most soul crushing angsty thoughts I can conjure?

[gojo-slowpoke]

person who’s never been taken care of properly and is prone to anger to keep people away so they can’t be disappointed vs Kirishima and his unwavering devotion to being manly and never wanting to disappoint his partner

[gojo-slowpoke]

thinking about rich boy!Gojo enabling someone to flirt with him and flirting back thinking it’ll just rile you up and oh you’ll be so cute when you’re mad and jealous!! He’ll get your full attention this time for sure! And you’re just like lol, me?

And it has the complete opposite effect. Like you end up dropping him and going out with local bad boy!Toji and posting heavily suggestive pics of you together. Including a nice little piece of you in the black light of his room, sitting on his lap, back to his chest and his tongue on your neck. Suffice it to say, Gojo learned a valuable lesson that day. If he goes low, you take it to hell