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satoru sees him in the air, the sky, the sea. in the little beginnings of his mornings, crumpled sheets left behind with once-warm touch.

he reaches for him, sometimes, grasping at air that had once held the presence of the man he had called his companion.

sloshing waves, gentle laughter along the shore. he can almost feel familiar fingers brush against his hair in the salty breeze.

it is but an illusion.

the sun shines down on him, taunting with its joyful rays.

he wishes that the air would choke him, the sky rumble to strike, and the sea overtake his limbs as he dips in their calm waters.

but they don't. nature does not stop singing, the sky and sea and sails don't seem to grieve for him at all, and it makes satoru want to burn the earth alive.

he wishes to curse the ground, tell it to stop, even if just for a moment. to acknowledge the loss that had been his entire being.

a tiny black betta fish darts about his feet. he wrenches his toes into the sand, standing with the stillness of a lion in hunt. could he catch it?

he does not. a flick of its tail, and it swishes away, into the gentle waves. a bitter taste arises in his mouth, the salty foam of the sea causing his eyes to sting. or maybe it was not the sea.

satoru's world had ended the day he killed his best friend, so why does the earth continue spinning without him?

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"i couldn't save him."

he is weeping, but his eyes devoid of moisture. his blood runs slow, steady. he wishes it ran hot like fire. he wishes he could feel the wrath of losing his lover. losing.

"you cannot save everyone, satoru."

"but i am the strongest. what good is there to be the strongest if i could not save the one that makes me so?"

he weeps, but no tears are shed. he clutches at the dark fabric of the gojo-kesa, besmirched with the blood. he wishes he could forget whose crimson igor it belonged to.

he sobs, but none rack his chest. he sits there, still, unmoving. his heart weeps in his stead.

"we will burn him upon the pyre tomorrow evening."

his eyes flash, blood hot, suddenly. brows furrowed, face stricken with grief. he clutches tighter at the robe. "you will do no such thing."

the man is dismissed, murmuring a prayer towards the mourning boy before taking his leave. they would not burn it today, but when? it has already been four days. embalmed and wrapped in white, it sits in the infirmary.

gojo cannot bring himself to gaze upon it again. a reminder of his patheticism.

his hands unfurl the garment, pressing his nose close to a patch of fabric untainted by red. he breathes in.

in truth, he need not sniff the robe to remember the musky jasmine and woody pine. he could recognize the one he cherished most while blindfolded; by bated breath, by the thudding of footsteps, by touch or pure sense alone. he would know his lover from 3 miles away. across lives, dimensions. soul-bound.

but with another inhale, he tries to commit the remnants of the scent to memory.

he prays to the gods he does not forget it, as there will be none left to remind him of it now.

a/n: just finished the song of achilles and i am infinitely heartbroken so here is this

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under the firm assumption that nanami kento punishes u with his cock down ur throat.

gave him a little attitude this morning? best believe he’s pushing you to your knees, and silencing you with his thick, hot rod.

don’t provoke him before he has to leave for work or he’ll be cumming all over your face, smearing it into your mouth. he’ll pluck his glasses off his face, placing it onto the bridge of your nose, teasing you with a, “look who’s ready to go to work with me.” and a snap of his phone camera. he’ll be using that on his break.

then he has you bent over the kitchen counter, murmuring about how needy you are for wanting to get fucked so early in the morning.

complained about him working long hours? he’s working you overtime in bed, now you’re slurping down on him like it’s your life’s desire.

and he knows you like it. as much as you complain, gag, and whine, “kento- ‘s too much!” all your gasps and tears can’t hide the fact that you’re rutting your hips on his foot, or rubbing your clit wildly to search for some sort of friction.

but he won’t give it to you. he’s slapping your hand away, stilling your hips as you whine pathetically.

“so mean!” you’ll say, but this is a punishment…and nanami knows how to train his little brat.

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caught ya! | ★ nerd!armin arlert x roommate!reader pt. 2

cw/pairing: nerdy armin, virgin armin, glasses armin, you're literally touching armin, he cums in his pants, masturbation, oral m!receiving, nsfw, perverted? roommate armin x reader, f!reader implied summary: you catch your roommate moaning your name during the act. now you're pulling out his cock in his bedroom.

part 1 here

"want me to help you out?"

armin swears if his face gets any redder, his body is going to combust. the itch in his pants is telling him to grab at the chance, to let you work your magic and ride him till his balls seize up from overstimulation.

but his conscience, his goddamn conscience, says he can't. you're his longtime friend, not to mention roommate, and doing things like this with you...he'd be an idiot to throw away your entire friendship for one night of fun.

...is what he says, but the moment your pretty little fingertips just graze against the tent in his pants, he caves.

he's putty.

he's putty, and you're on your knees, blinking up at him innocently with your cute, fluttery lashes, and he's struggling to hold himself up. he's leaning on his desk, palms gripping the wood as you poke and prod him playfully, unzipping his pants with glee.

the dreamiest sighs are leaving his throat, and he feels like all the power and self respect he's ever held for himself floats out of his body, through his balls, and into your hands.

his body temperature is rising so rapidly he swears he's going to get a nosebleed.

now, armin wouldn't call himself an inexperienced virgin. after all, the many, many times he pictured doing this with you in his head have to count for something, right?

but the stream of blood that starts dripping down his nose when you decide to shed your top, (revealing that you weren't wearing a bra), says otherwise.

he feels like your tits are bouncing in his face, and his cock strains impossibly harder against his slacks.

virgin! his body screams at him.

he's facepalming, groaning, hips stuttering as he mumbles incoherent curses, reaching for a tissue. it's almost a parody, maybe an ode to all those comedic pervert scenes in the anime he's been watching.

"okay, calm down," you say, not being able to wipe the stupid grin off your face as you laugh at his antics. "maybe you'd be more comfortable on the bed?"

with his back flat on the plush mattress and a soft pillow cradling his head, armin feels somewhat better. it feels like old times, when you guys would lie next to each other in the soft summer breeze. except now, you're topless, and his cock is out. and you're touching it.

god, you're touching it.

he has to cover his face with his palms out of sheer embarrassment.

you're palming his cock through his boxers, but the implication of skin against skin is driving him crazy. he can't help but buck his hips up every time you apply pressure to his sensitive area.

not only that, but it seems like your hands have some special effect that seem to set off all of his dick's nerves, 'cause the moment your index finger gives his hard-on a little squeeze, his fists are clenching—eyes squeeze shut, bottom lip pulled under his tooth hard enough to draw blood. with the tremors wracking his body and his hips bucking up into your hand like a wild animal...

...he cums.

he cums.

yes, he came. right in his pants.

now he's red in the face, chest heaving up and down while he wheezes like some mindless incel.

he can't believe this. his first sexual encounter, and he's panting and groaning like he just ran a marathon, when he's not even out of his boxers yet.

the darkening patch on his boxers has your jaw dropping, lashes fluttering in shock as you look at him incredulously.

of course, he's embarrassed. he turns impossibly redder, pushing your hand away with a, "don't look at me!" and covering his face with his elbow.

"armin, did you just cum?" you tease. "guess you really are a virgin."

"n-no!" he's swatting your curious hands away, which seek to reveal his face to you.

"don't be ashamed," you say, booping his nose. "it's natural."

it's not natural. he knows that, but he peeks through a gap in his fingers to ask anyways. "it is?"

"sure is." you assure. "and i bet...you can do it again."

he's bigger than you thought.

he's long and thin, pink and pretty. the precum leaking from the tip of his member is almost dreamlike; you're hesitant to touch. but you snap out of your daze, reaching out to smear the clear oozing liquid over the pretty, bulbous head. it’s already slightly damp and sensitive from his previous ejaculation. he hisses immediately at your touch, head shooting back into the pillow, mouth forming an "o" shape.

now you have him in your mouth, slurping on his cock like a popsicle. the lewd squelches of saliva on skin are causing his head to spin with lust, and he's nearly ripping the sheets off his bed with how tightly he's gripping the fabric. every stroke of your tongue is shooting pleasure up his spine, and he feels like he could erupt any second.

he doesn't want to cum. call it hubris, filthy pride, but he just can't bring himself to embarrassment in front of you for the second time today. but your mouth is so soft and squishy, and the plush of your lips on him feel like he’s ascending to the heavens.

"ah! fuck," he curses, tangling his fingers into your hair. you choke lightly, gagging as he pushes you down gently. the scene is erotic, and the slick, wet sounds of your tongue on his phallus are only turning him on more.

come on, armin, you trained for this...don't be a minute man... his silent pleas to himself are lost as his abs clench pathetically.

his eyes screw shut, a huff rolling off his tongue as his back arches up off the bed. but he refuses to let it out, opting to tangle his fist in your hair and lift your suction off of his member. it slides out of your mouth with a pop! and you're blinking at him with the sly eyes of a fox disguised as doe.

you tilt your head innocently. "armin?" gosh, your voice causes his cock to twitch. "something wrong?"

he groans at the loss of his high, but silently praises himself for holding back from temptation. "no, it's just..."

he lifts himself to sit, adjusting his thick-framed glasses so he can see better. you follow, plopping yourself to sit on your knees.

you had long since discarded your bottoms, the newly revealed, pink, lacy panties displaying a wet patch at the front from your rubbing on the mattress. he gulps, tongue darting out to lick the side of his lips. his eyes begin to trace the lush curve of your hips, but upon catching himself, armin immediately averts his gaze. damn perv. he scolds himself. pull yourself together.

he's nervous, rubbing his palms together to ease his anxiety. what if you said no? the edging has his abs still clenching from not finishing, but he's determined to do this the right way.

he knows what should come next. years of consuming josei hentai, rutting into his mattress alone at night, had prepared him (and raised his thirst) for this. of course, he'd never performed it on a real girl, but he's always been a quick learner.

he coughs, clearing his throat, though his voice still cracks at his next words.

"can i- uhm, eat you out?"

worry not children penetration is coming soon...armin isn't ready yet...pt. 3?

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caught ya! | ★ nerd!armin arlert x roommate!reader pt. 1

cw/pairing: nerdy armin, glasses armin, catching armin beating his meat, masturbation, kinda nsfw (nothing wild), perverted? roommate armin x reader summary: you catch your roommate moaning your name during the act. you've always known he was a nerd, but who knew he was a pervert, too?

armin is a gooner.

you lost count of how many times you caught your glasses-framed roommate mid-sesh, fleshlight in hand, lube at the ready, sat on his desk chair with a hentai open and visible on his monitor.

it has become such a common occurrence, in fact, that you barely even flinch when you swing his door open today to pornographic moans and high pitched noises coming from the screen. the one thing you didn't expect, however, was him moaning your name as he pleasured himself.

you're frozen in place, hand hovering above the door handle as you process what you're hearing. you scooch closer to the wood, ear pressing against it to eavesdrop. but there's nothing but the moans of the characters that are likely gracing his screen with big busts and crevices.

were your ears playing tricks on you? there's no way that armin has a thing for you, right?

you're waiting, pressed against the door, when you hear the padding of footsteps. you stumble forward as the door swings open, revealing a panting, sweaty, and slightly confused armin.

his rectangle glasses are slightly foggy, and he's looking back and forth at you and the door before putting two and two together.

"were you spying on me?" he asks incredulously, stepping back as if he were a cowering rabbit. the horrified look on his face causes you to avoid his gaze.

"no," you lie out your ass, voice rising in pitch. you clear your throat. "i was just about to ask if you wanted to go see that new titan movie."

he's raising an eyebrow at your excuse. "right now?"

"yes, right now." you nod. you pull out your phone with swiftness, eager to change the topic. "next showing starts in 30, so we gotta leave now if we wanna catch it."

he's nodding along, seemingly unconvinced, but agrees. you let out a sigh of relief as he shuts his bedroom door again, mumbling a, 'just give me 5 minutes.'

the evening goes by swiftly, and the incident is pushed to the back of your mind for the rest of the week. armin's ramblings and theories about the series flood your head, and his moans from that day seem to be the least of your worries as midterms approach.

it's only a day before your chemistry exam, and you're approaching your roommate's door to ask him for help with the study packet.

it's closed, as usual, and you lift your knuckles to leave a knock on his door when a pitchy, strained moan makes you stop in your tracks.

"ngh- y/n, fuck..."

your jaw drops. that's not real, is it? before you can think, your hand is turning the doorknob, swinging the door open.

it's a mess. lube on the floor, fleshlight discarded on the desk, tissues scattered across the carpet. you don't even have time to analyze the setting you've just barged into before the blonde-haired boy is stumbling out of his gaming chair, mouth gaping like a fish as he stammers an excuse, hard, reddish cock still exposed in his hand.

"w-what the fuck?!" he's turning away now, attempting to shield his nudity. he's still donning his green top, and he struggles to stuff his cock into his khaki pants as he panics. "don't look!"

you cover your eyes, but an image from the corner of your gaze peaks your curiosity. "armin..." you start, slowly lifting a finger to point at the object. it's tiny, almost hard to miss, but it was stuffed messily into the drawer, causing the face on the polaroid to be exposed. "is that my picture?"

he yelps, hands darting out to snatch the photo from sight, hiding it behind his back. he's fully dressed now, but anxiously avoiding your curious gaze. "that's...private." he says, shifting his weight. "now what do you need? i was clearly in the middle of something."

"no, no." you're shaking your head, a smirk tugging at the corner of your lips. you're not going to let him off this time. "you were jerking off to my photo."

armin looks like a child who just got caught with their mother's makeup. he shuffles, eyes trained on the floor. "i wasn't."

you take a step closer to him, and he steps back cautiously. but before he can get any farther, you dart past him, snatching the polaroid from his fingertips.

"hey!" he's jumping, and you're tackled down onto his star-trek bedsheets as he attempts to wrestle the image out of your hands. when you catch a glimpse of it, you gasp.

it's a candid photo of you, short pajama shorts riding up so that the flesh of your ass is peeking out, and you're donned in a thin tank top that leaves little of your cleavage to the imagination. you had been seated at your desk, a mouthful of ramen puffing up your cheeks as you turned to face the sound of the camera with a shocked expression. heat creeps up your cheeks as you shriek. "why do you have this?!"

armin huffs, collapsing over you. "stop..." he grumbles, pushing his face into your chest. "you look hot in that."

his shy demeanor has your expression softening. you reach up to pat his hair soothingly. "it's alright, i'm not mad."

his head darts up in realization, eyes wide. "i swear 'm not a pervert, though!" he's defensive, lifting himself off your chest. "i-it's only because i like you a little!" he's rambling now, squirming in anxiety. "and the feelings will go away, so don't worry..." he trails, noticing your silence. he follows your gaze down to...oh.

his movement had landed you two in a rather precarious position, with your legs spread, him kneeling between them, and his crotch pressing against your core. with an obvious tent, of course, as it was still bulging from his...activities. and now that he's noticed this, his pants almost seem to get a little bit tighter.

also, his hand is on your boob.

he groans, throwing his head back to stare at the ceiling. blush creeps onto his cheeks, and he almost feels like he's going to get a nosebleed from how perverse this scene is.

is this...his lucky pervert moment?

no. nope. nope! he shakes the thought from his head, springing up from the bed and drawing himself away from you. he had lowkey just confessed, and now he's thinking about your body? what a douchebag. he scolds himself internally. "i'm so sorry," he repeats frantically, arms waving in front of him. "i didn't mean to, i'm so sorry, i just--"

you cut him off with a wave of your hand, sitting up on his bed with a laugh. "armin. it's okay, trust me, i know it was an accident. and honestly, you can keep the photo. it doesn't bother me, but..." you eyes trail up his fidgeting figure as he attempts to cover his boner by pulling down his shirt. "will you be okay?" you say pointedly. your gaze is fixated on the bulge in his pants.

"y-yeah." he stutters, sweat dripping down his temple as the heat on his face rises. "sorry, can you get out now? i need to...take care of it." he mumbles ashamedly.

you cock your head curiously. you'd be lying if you said you never had a thing for your nerdy roommate, but all hope had long been lost since you determined his waifus would come before he'd set his sights on any real girls in his life. but now that his interest in you is real and tangible...

in that second, you make a decision.

"want me to help you out?"

part 2 here

a/n: should i continue this? (i will)

banners: the reason why the new issue is xxx is because of the new salesman MY FAVVV LOL

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nerd! | ☆ nerd!armin arlert x reader (nsfw)

cw: nerd!armin, nsfw, smut, pwp, college au, exhibitionism? p in v, slightly public sex, sex in library, armin is mean, riding, spit, tutor? armin secret sex pro, lowk just pure smut in the library bc nerd armin has taken over my brain

nerd!armin has you bouncing up and down his cock. tucked in the corner of the library that no one visits, where no one can hear your muffled cries.

drool hangs out the corner of your mouth, soaking the fabric of the pink, lacy panties you had put on just for him, the same ones he had ripped off of you.

just moments before, you had innocently asked him for help on an assignment...before purposely dropping your pencil to show off your new pair.

armin wasn't well known to others, but he had been your secret obsession the whole semester. but while everyone else was out partying, he was studying, meaning that you had to resort to... alternative measures in order to see him outside of class.

"you just had to show off, didn't you?" he grunts, lifting your hips before slamming them down brutally. "wanted everyone to see what a little slut you are, hmm?"

you can only stifle a moan in response, tears pooling at your eyes as you clutch onto his shoulders. the fabric of his shirt is soaked by your fluids. the plap! plap! plap! of skin against skin is loud and audible, but the sound is the least of your worries as armin stills his grip on you, all movement coming to a halt.

you whine pathetically, squirming in his arms to attempt some form of relief.

a slap! rings through the library, and the stinging sensation on your left asscheek leaves you whining and rutting for more.

"stupid slut." he growls, fogged up glasses slipping down the rim of his nose. he slaps you again, before lifting your hips and thrusting up into your, hard.

"ah!" you crumble, face burying into his neck. he lifts his hand from your ass to tangle it into your hair, pulling your head to face him. "fucked so dumb you can't even look at me anymore?" he snatches the panties out of your mouth. "let me hear you moan."

you obey, letting forth your cries as he resumes his thrusts, pounding into your poor, abused pussy like it's his last race.

"a-armin, wait, i'm 'bout to--!" you slap a hand over your mouth to stifle your moans as the dam breaks. wet, erotic squelches continue as he fucks you through your high.

suddenly, you're flipped onto the desk, study materials flying onto the floor as he pins your stomach to the brown hardwood. he presses down on your back, leaning over you to lick a stripe up your ear. "who said you could cum without permission?"

you hear a rustling behind you. in your fucked-out gaze, you see him pulling off the rubber that is soaked with your fluids. he catches your stare. a grin tugs at the corners of his lips. "bad girls deserve to get fucked raw."

raw? a shiver runs down your spine. "wait, armin, it's a bad day for me--ah!" you're silenced as he rams into your pussy, bottoming out in one deep, brutal thrust. you're a moaning mess, fingernails etching into the wood as you're slammed back and forth against the table. "n-no, i'm gonna get preg-ah! pregnant..."

he scoffs, pushing you down harder. "even better."

armin presses against your back, snatching your jaw to slam his lips against yours.

his glasses press against your nose, and he squeezes your cheeks to grant himself entrance into your mouth. As your tongues collide, you feel the cool metal of his tongue piercing scrape against the roof of your mouth. you moan into him, heated pants stealing your breath as your walls squeeze around his cock involuntarily.

"you like that?" he chuckles darkly, pulling away to stick out his tongue. "got it just for this."

he lifts you by your hair, forcing your back to arch as he bullies his way into your core. he pulls you into a kiss again, before mumbling a quick, "open," and spitting into your open mouth with a splat!

you take it, swallowing obediently and sticking out your tongue to show him your work. he groans filthily, and you feel his cock pulse inside you. he roughly slams into you, a grin erupting onto his face, and you see his tongue dart out to catch the drool at the corner of his mouth.

he flips you over with a grunt, slamming your back into the table as he begins pummeling into your core. "cum again f'me." he mumbles, wiping the fog off his glasses. he's reaching down to rub circles on your clit. "cum. now."

with his words, you come undone on his cock, legs spasming as you clutch at his wet t-shirt. you're shaking as his thrusts slow, before he gives you one last thrust, bottoming out to shoot ropes of cum into your womb. with a low, "fuck..." he's pumping for at least a minute, and you can feel the hot spurts painting your insides white as he stills inside of you.

he's panting, face buried into your neck, glasses pushed up into his hair. you both lie there for a moment, savoring the post-nut bliss before he slowly pulls out of you, bringing a moan out of your mouth. you feel the sliding of his cock as he taps it on the head of your clit, admiring his handiwork. he whistles, taking out his phone to snap a picture of your cum-filled hole, the white fluids dripping down onto your thigh.

you're too fucked out to care as he records your sorry state, giving your cunt a few slaps, even pushing a finger into your hole to plug his cum back in, before stuffing his phone into his back pocket. he's stuffing his cock back into his pants, but you can barely move, still twitching and panting on the table from your high.

he's about to leave when he gives you a once over, then takes off his plaid flannel to wrap you in it carefully. he sits you down carefully, brushing your hair from your face, leaving a soft peck on your temple. he slides your used panties up your legs, making sure to carefully keep his seed inside, then smooths out your skirt, tucking a business card into your waistband. he's cleaning off his glasses before bidding you farewell, leaving you in the library to collect yourself.

you were definitely going to schedule another session.

"call me if you need another lesson."

you slowly pull out the card, eyes skimming the letters on the cardstock and fingers quick to save the number in your phone.

Armin Arlert, Tutoring Services, XX university, (#).

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stuck between | miya twins! ☆ college au

cw: love triangle, childhood friends to lovers, angst, pining, f!reader implied, jealousy, mostly writing with some social posts, smut (nsfw chapters will have warning at top) pairings: atsumu miya/osamu miya x reader

summary: they're older, broader, and more mature than you last saw them. a high-school reunion sparks newfound interest, and old flames are rekindled...stuck between two brothers, both who have feelings for you. would you be a fool to choose one, when both of them are giving their all?

osamu and atsumu are used to sharing everything.

last names, faces, hair colors, parents, food, a love for volleyball, even the same position in their favorite sport.

when atsumu wants something that osamu desires, and there’s only one of it, usually, he’ll let his piss-haired brother have it.

but now, the prize is…you.

and osamu isn’t giving in this time.

and we all know atsumu isn’t the type to share.

masterlist! ☆

chapter one - coming soon!

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jealous!xavier x reader | eating you out, smut, nsfw

jealous!xavier is silent on the car ride home.

you can feel the heat of his anger radiating from him, but there’s no clenched jaw or rude remarks. his fingers grip the steering wheel just slightly tighter than usual. if you didn’t know him so well, you wouldn’t even think he was angry.

but when you open the door to your apartment, a powerful force knocks you over, swooping in and throwing you onto the couch.

your mouth is agape. “xavier, did you just push me?!”

your pouting boyfriend shuts the door softly, crossing his arms. “i did not. must have been the wind.”

as you begin to get back up, a sudden flash of light gleams before your eyes. for a split second, the image of xavier is in front of you, and you’re back to being flat against the couch in an instant.

when you blink, xavier is back at the door, arms crossed and head upturned with a pout.

“okay, what the fuck. why are you teleporting back and forth?”

“i’m not.” he denies, side-eyeing you. “your eyes are playing tricks on you.”

you sigh, flopping back onto the couch in defeat. “i didn’t want to take a shot with that guy. i couldn’t turn it down, it was part of the mission!”

xavier knew this, of course. you were both briefed on the contents of the mission before you left. however, the blind rage that consumed him when that man put his hands on your shoulder…

a flash of light, and xavier is crouched beside you.

another flash, and he’s leaning over you, one knee pressing between your legs, dangerously close to your core. his nose is only inches from yours. you can feel the heat from his breath radiating against your lips.

“h-hey!” you struggle below him, pressing your hands against his chest to make space. heat is rising to your cheeks. “what do you think you’re doing?”

his pout deepens, and you see his expression slacken. he drops his head onto your shoulder, hiding his face. “i’m upset.”

you sigh, tracing a hand up and down his back in soothing motions. “i’m sorry.”

he lifts his head just a tad, puppy eyes ongoing. “if you’re truly sorry…do something about it.”

“what do you mea—ah!” an involuntary moan rips through you, throwing your head back as pleasure shoots up your spine.

xavier’s hand teleported into your panties, rubbing circles on your clit. his eyes have suddenly turned dark, and he leans into your neck, taking a long inhale of the scent that lies at your collarbones.

“prove you’re sorry…with this.” he drawls, sliding a finger down the folds of your core. a sudden, harsh slap to your clit has you clenching.

you shiver, hands finding their way to his hair as he pushes your shirt up, tongue gliding down the valley your breasts to your navel; simultaneously stripping you of your bottoms.

you mewl, head reeling back in pleasure as you feel him rub circles on your sensitive nub. the ministrations are shooting up your spine, and you tighten your grip on his silver blonde locks.

it’s when you feel the heat of his breath on your lower lips that you freeze.

“xavier, wait, it’s dirty don’t—“

dark eyes stare at you.

“would you rather have that man eat you out?”

“n-no, of course not! it’s just that—“

he delves into your core, tongue lapping at the arousal that coats your folds. you squirm, filthy moans spilling from your lips as he continues to devour you whole.

he’s quiet as he ravishes you, save for the small grunts and groans he leaves in the depths of your core. slurping and squelching sounds fill the room as he brings you towards your high.

you feel his hips rut into the couch, his throbbing erection growing harder at your moans.

it’s when you peek down at him and see his eyes, darkened with lust, watching you, tongue still lapping at your core, that the pleasure snaps. you feel yourself come undone at his touch, shaking and clenching as he slurps your release.

and he’s moaning through it all, savoring your taste while precum leaks through the tent in his pants. he palms his erection with one hand, using the other to comb through your folds, collecting your slick.

“i think you’re wet enough now.”

[kageyuh]

punishment | husband!nanami kento x reader (nsfw)

“wait, kento, ‘m sorry—“

your pleas fall on deaf ears as nanami pushes you to your knees, the clack of his belt ringing in your ears as his trousers fall to the floor.

“open wide for your punishment.”

you feel the heavy head of his cock press against your left cheek, smearing precum up and down your face before slapping against your right cheek and slipping into your mouth.

you can feel your husband restraining his groan, his head rearing back in pleasure as the tip hits the back of your throat. you gag involuntarily, and the reflex has him grabbing a fistful of your hair to press your nose to his pelvis.

your eyes water, you’re clutching at the back of his thighs and pushing away, but he holds your head in place.

“you better swallow.”

you can feel the bulbous head twitch at the back of your tonsils, then suddenly, the ache in your throat is coated in spurts of white.

he pulls back as you cough, choking, holding your now sore throat.

but when you look up at him with tears in your eyes, you’re only met with a cold, glaring gaze.

he tsks, reaching to grip your hair once more.

“guess i’ll have to teach you again.”

[kageyuh]

xavier has a hard time saying no to anyone, including sales associates on the street.

by the time you both get home from the mall, he’s covered head-to-toe in 50 different perfume scents, and his pockets overflow with lotion samples.

he also allowed the hair store employee to style half of his hair, but didn’t want to purchase the straightener so that they would style the other half. (he’s walking around with half done hair).

aka he’s a chronic people pleaser.

[kageyuh]

slight nsfw btw

pervert!caleb who, before you started dating, would suggest tutoring sessions to be exclusively in your room.

little did you know, between your quick bathroom breaks, he’s springing up from his chair, running over to your dresser, pressing his nose to pink lacy fabric…as he inhales the scent of your undergarments.

sometimes, he even palms the bulge in his pants, thinking about how your pretty cunt was wrapped in the pink fabric, and how good it would feel wrapped around his cock.

“what are you doing?” you’re holding a plate of sliced apples, eyes wide as saucers as you watch the hand of your best friend stuff your favorite pair of panties into his pocket.

“just some…light cleaning.”

+ idk who edited the photo but it’s pretty accurate.

[kageyuh]

inspired by this fanart

baseball player!choso who always invites you to his games and seats you closest to the pit so he can sneak glances at you when he’s on break.

shyly smiles or nods as he walks back to the field. always looking for you, eyes locked as he’s adjusting his glove or swinging his arm. following his gaze, his teammates bump him teasingly, calling him whipped.

when he hits a home run, he’s searching for your grin of approval in the crowd. his eyes light up when he catches your smile.

when his team wins, the first thing he does is contact someone to bring you down to the field so you can celebrate with him.

he does the classic run up and spins you around in a circle like you’re the trophy, ignoring the laughter and teasing jeers of his teammates (mahito & geto).

[kageyuh]

adorable, my heart fluttered.

you wonder how todoroki shoto is doing.

you remember him being the boy that sat a row away from you in class. he always kept to himself, never raising his hand to answer questions but always able to answer when he was called on. also, he was endeavor's son.

even if most of the parents at your private school where big shot's, apparently endeavor was in a league of his own. and so was his son, apparently.

nobody even dared talking to the todoroki son, and neither did you, but you liked looking at him. he's always so meticulous and calm as opposed to your rowdier louder classmate's. despite his quieter presence he always seemed to stand out to you. his bag is big enough to carry everything he needs without having to shove anything inside or leaving it half opened. he wipes his mouth with a tissue after he's done eating his lunch alone and his handwriting is pretty. his lashes are long and he's pretty.

you remember being partnered up with him for a class project once. he'd immediately cut to the chase and split the work for the both of you, clearly not humoring your attempts of starting conversation.

slowly though, you start getting him to stay behind to talk to you a little longer after the bell rings until he invites you to get your work done in the library, just to get your work done. until you ask him about his favorite colour and he doesn't know, so he asks you yours. and then you ask him about his favorite ice cream flavour, he says he doesn't have sweets a lot and he asks you yours. and you keep talking and he keeps listening and asking. you ask him if it doesn't bother him that you're talking so much but he says he doesn't mind.

you liked spending time at the library talking with shoto and you think he enjoyed listening to you. you liked riding your bike home with him while he walked next you, before he agreed to ride on it with you sometimes, but one time you both fell off and you hurt your knee, and he promised to never get on again if it meant you getting hurt while carrying you on his back. you remember him smelling really nice and you tightening your arms around his neck and nuzzling into him, and his grip on you tightening as well.

you liked holding his left hand when it got cold out even though he didn't like it much, but he'd do it for you. you liked it when you got to switch seats and sit next to him and you think he liked sitting next to you. you didn't see shouto smile often, but he did when he was with you and you liked that. and you think he liked that too.

you think so at least. you hope so, because when break was over he was gone.

you'd heard he got pulled out of school, some other people just said he'd switched, to go to a better cooler private school. you hated it when people said that because the shoto you knew wasn't like that. he knew people talked about him and he hated being associated with his father. he likes the caramel you sneak in for him at school and you like the way his eyes light up when he guesses the flavour of fruit candies you make him taste. the shoto you know that ties your shoes for you and shares his umbrella with you, the one who half heartedly stomps into wet puddles with you, the one with the pretty lashes and pretty smile and pretty handwriting isn't like that.

and you wished you could've asked him where he went, and why he went and took his warmth for snowy winter days with him, but you couldn't because he didn't have a phone and neither did you. you weren't old enough for one yet and you'd told him that as soon as you'd turn thirteen he'd be the first contact in your phone and he'd smiled.

you couldn't do that anymore. and you wonder how he's doing four years later.

you don't very much, but you think about him sometimes when his soft hair and pretty eyes cross your mind. he never cared for his looks much even after being voted the most handsome boy by the girls in class.

"i didn't know people thought i was..handsome." he ponders, scratching at the corner of his paper with his pencil. you kick your legs in the air where you're sitting next to him, you pout.

"why not ?"

"because..my scar.." he trails off, he keeps erasing at a spot he'd already wiped the pencil lead off of. you lean in so you get into his field of vision and he leans back a bit with widened eyes before leaning in towards you again, you're forwardness always took him by surprise.

"nuh-uhn, the others say it makes you look even more handsome !" you reassure and he blinks.

"do you think i'm handsome ?" he asks, tilting his head cutely. you splutter and feel your face heat up.

"e-everyone does.."

"do you ?" he leans closer.

you gulp, gripping your chair you turn your head away from his to the side and nod. you get the courage to peek up at him and you're surprised to see a smile pulling at his lips and a light tint of pink on his face.

"that's good." is all he says, but you feel so much warmth swarming through you, and you think he does, too.

so you wonder where he is and you wonder how he's doing. you wonder if he has any new friends or if his most handsome boy award got him a girlfriend. you wonder if he truly felt the same way you did way back then and if he liked holding your hand just as much is you did his because it was warm but also because it was his. and you wonder if he thinks about you.

except you don't have to wonder anymore. because on your first day at your new school, he walks into class. his eyes widen when he locks eyes with you and you recognize him, and you think he does too.

[kageyuh]

genuinely binged this till 3 in the morning

SYNOPSIS: Sure, you have more than just a tiny crush on Suna Rintarou, but that doesn’t mean you can’t get to know him as friends… Right?

Or, in which: It’s hard to get Suna’s attention when he’s at the center of it all, especially not if he might have someone else he already likes.

PAIRING: Suna Rintarou x f!Reader.

TAGS: strangers to lovers. mutual & one-sided (?) pining. fluff. crack. angst. jealousy. slight college au. lowkey some bullying. explicit/sexual content. set in timeskip. friends with benefits.

WARNING: NSFW & extremely suggestive themes, MINORS DNI (this means that if you’re below 18, go away); mentions of alcohol use. profanity.

NOTES: has a few written parts. also, she/her pronouns are used for the reader.

TAGLIST: closed.

STATUS: on-going. / on hold. UPDATES: the world may never know.

start date: June 3, 2021

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[kageyuh]

“he’s a scumbag, don’t you know?”

when you don’t make an effort to respond, suguru waves a hand in front of your face. “hello? did you hear me?”

you scoff quietly, blush on your cheeks as you gaze at your crush across the room. his spiky white hair and sly grin peeking at the corner of his lips as he makes a joke to the girl next to him.

“no he’s not.”

suguru raises an eyebrow at this, laughing incredulously at your comment. “he’s my best friend. trust me, i know what he’s like.”

and as you ignore him, gazing at the lanky, popular boy across the room, you fail to see the furrowed brows and pinked cheeks of your seat mate.

he can’t help but wish you’d look at him like that instead.

[kageyuh]

"megumi cries after he ejaculates."

the room goes silent.

everyone sitting cross-legged in your small circle of friends went mute. even geto and nanami, who had been sitting at the table in the kitchen, were speechless.

you slowly lower the "truth-or-dare" jenga block in your hand, placing it on top of the tower.

in your defense, written on the block was: "reveal one thing about the person on your right that no one would expect."

...and you revealed it.

suddenly itadori claps his hands, a wide grin spreading across his cheeks. "alright, moving on!"

"wait, no." nobara groans, putting her forehead to her palm in disbelief. "we can't move past this...you guys fucked?"

"you don't need to put it that way." megumi speaks up, his voice monotone as if he were unfazed. "it was a one time thing."

you raise a hand to correct him. "actually, it was three times."

"my turn." the spiky-haired boy is quick to grab a block. he lifts the block to his eyes, reading off the dare. you see his face go pale. "who the hell wrote these?"

"what's it say?" itadori pipes, swiping the block from his friend's hand. "...dare you to stick your hand in the pants of the person to your left, or take 8 shots."

and everyone knows megumi can't hold his liquor.

[kageyuh]

itadori’s love language is words of affirmation.

he’s the type of guy to profess his love for you in 10000 different ways.

he’ll love you until the sun stops peeking over the horizon in the mornings.

for as long as the stars continue to twinkle at night, he will love you. he longs for you like the sun longs to meet the moon, and won’t stop even if the heavens themselves were to forbid your love.