Collar Crimes -> Torn Knuckles

IMPORTANT. I AM BEGGING YOU READ.

i don’t normally do this but it’s come to my attention that i’m now in dire need of help and it has failed me anywhere else, and tonight, it has reached another scary conclusion.

all i ask is that you lend me an ear, just for one moment. i won’t take up much of your time.

hi, i go by the nickname ghostie, and i am 19. i live in an abusive household with my mother. my father does not live with us, and nor do i want him to as my relationship with him is strained at best due to his past gaslighting, emotional abuse, and neglect. i do not talk to my father unless it is needed and even then, it always ends with me in tears and another piece of trauma, so i try to stay away. i have tried to search and find a home for myself where i could, but the system has failed me when i needed it most, and my mother has prevented me, throughout my life, from doing things that might’ve gotten me out sooner.

if any of you have genuinely enjoyed my works and are willing, or are able, i do have a ko-fi, and a paypal and for any amount of you donate, since i am half a writing and half a music blog, i can try to write something for you or make you a playlist in return, and we can work out the details here through private messages. please understand, might take a while as i am currently walking on eggshells shells so i do not have harm come to me or any of the items i need in my daily life.

it’s not by any means an obligation for you to donate, it’s only if you can and are willing, but every amount helps, any amount brings me closer to escaping and finding a place where i do not have to sleep with my pocket knife under my pillow for my protection, my taser hidden in my shoes as a last option, or recite self defense practices in my head with every step in my own home.

if you cannot donate, all i ask is that you reblog or share however you can, as that will get this seen and i can possibly, hopefully, see a light at the end of my tunnel.

thank you for reading, for your time, and your kindness.

i love you all.

best friend megumi fushiguro who doesn't let anyone else get close to you, especially not someone who he knows just wants to get into your pants. he'll stand behind you, his stare intense and deadly, a subtle baring of teeth, until the guy fumbles over his words and dashes away.

megumi knows you're a virgin, never even had a proper boyfriend once the dark haired boy found you — there's no secrets between the two of you. well, almost no secrets.

you didn't need to know the way megumi couldn't help himself when he was alone in the darkness of his room, fist wrapped around his aching cock, moans muffled as he stuffed his shirt is his mouth. a small part of him wished you were here with him, that it was your hand stroking him and making his tip leak that pearly white. or better yet, maybe you'd let him take your virginity. maybe you would beg him to make love to you, spread your pretty thighs apart so he could go right where he belongs.

he wonders how it would feel, being buried deep within you. he was a virgin, too, after all — saving himself for you.

but your first time together would be special, it would be perfect, not some rushed and sloppy fuck because of his carnal desires. megumi needed to be patient and let everything fall into place. he couldn't have you running off to someone else when you two were made for each other.

so he waits for you to realize that fact, too.

YES PLEASE AHHHHH THE WAY I NEED HIM IS FERAL.

Shinsou will tell you with a straight face that he doesn’t get jealous but if anyone looks at you for too long he presses a kiss to your neck while making direct eye contact with them

I think Hawks likes being objectified in bed, but he specifically likes being reduced to his cock.

Yeah. That kind of objectification is the exact kind that hits the fuckin' spot.

Keigo probably wouldn't even be aware of this kink, either. It just sort of slips out in his teasing. When you ride him in bed, drunk on his cock, he makes the offhanded remark, "mm, you really like that, huh? S'like I'm not even here..."

And the glaze in his eyes as he says it, the blush that creeps up his chest, towards his neck and brushing his cheeks, is not one to go unnoticed.

Keigo likes making comments like "use me" in the middle of you fucking. Hides his smile as he says, "you can do whatever you want to me" when you ask if it's okay to hug him from behind as he washes the dishes. Asks seemingly out of nowhere if any of your sex toys feel as good as he does— knowing the answer, but not quite knowing why getting compared to a sex toy has him itching for another round.

Indulge Keigo a little. Call him letting you ride him to your heart's content a "service" and his brain will malfunction, an electrical misfiring. He'll say "yes" and have to swallow to cut himself off from springing a new title on you right then and there.

It's so easy to get him riled up; because Keigo is a man who, if nothing else, enjoys the simple pleasures.

Part of him wants to be a simple pleasure for you, too.

Call it the service top in him. Blame it on his proclivity to please you in bed— no, really. Tell him it's because he loves to be of use. Whisper it in Keigo's ear as his eyes roll back and he can do nothing but nod and agree and cum.

Playing truth or dare with your friends has them asking you who you have a crush on not knowing your eyes immediately drifted to deku’s. Having had a crush on him for years it’d be pointless to say it now, especially since he’s so popular. He’s the #1 hero, he could have anyone, why would he want his stupid childhood friend? So instead you drink, your cheeks burning hot because you can feel his eyes on you. Everyone boos and shouts complaints at your silence but you just giggle and say “it’s gonna take a few more shots for me to spill that kind of secret” and certainly a few shots later Izuku had you under him while his cock fucks into your gushing hole from behind while he watches your reactions in the bathroom mirror. He’s got his hand on your jaw so you can keep looking at yourself while he asks you, “who is it hm? Katsuki? Kirishima? Just tell me who you’re thinkin’ about right now” and you’re all teary eyed pussy throbbing from your second orgasm while you whine, “it’s you! It’s you! Always been..love you ‘zuku” and he has to slow his hips down just to make sure he doesn’t bust too quick because he feels the way his balls squeeze at the confession of your love and the way his cock twitches inside of you at the sound of his name falling from your drooling mouth. Ah fuck his heart is squeezing in his chest because the girl of his dreams just said she loved him.

I want to kiss you. I want to kiss you. I want to kiss you. I want to kiss you. I want to kiss you. I want to kiss you. I want to kiss you. I want to kiss you. I want to kiss you. I want to kiss you. I want to kiss you. I want to kiss you. I want to kiss you. I want to kiss you. I want to kiss you. I want to kiss you. I want to kiss you. I want to kiss you. I will kill to kiss you. I will kill to kiss you. I will kill to kiss you. I will kill to kiss you..I̵̛̛͇̰͔̳̟̦̩͐̒̒̏̄̚͘I will kill to kiss you. I will kill to kiss you. ̷͍̗̻̰̹̝́̓̑̍̀̏͆̏ẁ̵̻̱̤͇͍̱̅͐̍̅̅̀͘͘ḯ̵͍̰̹̲͍͎̹̯̓̐̿̓̆̄̈́͝ͅl̴͉̀͂̈́̃̄͌͒̽̚ļ̶̧̯̯̲͙̦̑̿̽̚͜ͅ ̸̯̟͆͆̓̑̂̊̚͜k̸̨͙͉̞̺̬̳̉͆̓̈̽͂̍͘͘̚i̷̯͎̯̇̽͐̈́̎͐̒̐̕l̸͎͐̚ĺ̵̺̥͖̥͒̔̋͗͌͒̍ ̵͚̙̗̑̂͊͗ͅt̶̛̹̤̳͛̒̌̔̂̿̅̽ǫ̴̲̘͈̰̺̝͌̐̾̕ ̴͔̥̘̝͖͇͓̦͉́̎̎̀k̶̡͓̥͍͓̝̙̊͛̈́͘i̵͙̩̺̮̦͖̖͍͛́s̴̡̹̳͎̠̗̞̭̞͐̅̍͝͝s̵̨̨̨̢̢̡͓̭̜͈̓̆ ̷̨̖͍̝͙͓̼̬̐͒̆̐̂̇̇͑̌͝y̷̨̺̞͕̦̦̔̄͂̍̿ŏ̸̖͊̀͋͆͆͝͝ṳ̴̡̡͔̝͖̰͆͜.̷̝̪̮̺͍̖͔̋̄̾̈́̎̇́̈͗̏ ̷͕̾̂́̀́̂̄̂̉͝I̴̮͒̑͂̑́̍́̀͋ ̶͚̲̩͈̝̩̓ẅ̵͉̯́i̵̧̤̱̺̮͚̖̒̒̓̐l̵̤̜͈̹̊͊͌͒̕l̵͔̺̘̼͎̤̠̞͙̯̓͑͂͂ ̸̺͎̦̲̩͕̟͂̃̽́̅̽̓k̴̗͎̖̯̹̈͐ḯ̶̧̙̥͈͚̰̪̥̀͒̓̇͛̊͆͝l̸͖̺̫̺̺̱͈̱͑̋̚l̶͕̓̑̚ ̶̦̼̰̈́͒͂͊t̷̡̥̟̤̭̳̉̋̂̂͐͂͠o̷̡̬̟̝̿̅̑̌̏̒͘ͅ ̵̢̹̹͚͍͆̔̿̆k̸̪̟̱̪̞͆̐́̊̀̉̍́̔͝ỉ̷̛̮̜̈́̆̿͌̾̕s̷̡̰͔̯̠͎̯̰̜̮̑͋̔̓̾s̷̟̜̒͑̀́͆ ̷̢̧̘̦̳̼̜̟͌͝y̵̟͐̽o̴̧̧͍̳͖̎̈͛u̷͓̍͋́͠.̷͎̖̺̙̫͐͋̈́ͅ ̸̢͖͙̺̹̫̊͌͒̉̚͝Ì̸̧̡̞͕̲͔̳͖̦̑̏̿̎͋̀ ̸̠̟̻̬͔́ẉ̷̣̲̼̒̽͛̄̓̑͆̽̚i̷̳̪̫̞͇̳͇͈͂̄̅̀̚̕͘͝l̷̤̗͎̽̾̽͝l̶͚̺̘̀͑̀̔̾̅͝ ̵͖̟͖͙̭̭͉̒̉̈̎͜͝ķ̶̛͓͚̱̠͎͕͋̈́͋͂i̵̳̜̭͖͗̉͒̓̐̉͂̆͘͝l̸͖͇͈͂̇́͌͂͝l̵̡̜̪̩̙̘̂͂̀̂̈́̏̈́̂ ̶̠̩͓̀̎͒̀͗̈̍̓̚ͅt̸̛͙́̀̒̾͝o̵͙̞͔̤̲̮̅̇̐̍͌̃̅ ̸̨̘̈́̽́̄̒͂̄̒͂͝ķ̸̰̮̱̣͎̪̪̆͜ḭ̸̛̭̖͕̖̪̤͎̮͎̋š̸̛̩̰̦͕̰̿͒̈́̔̈́͘s̸̳̦̺̏̄̈̍ ̶͈͓͖̠̃̅y̸̛̥̙̝̍̽̈́̊̋̾́͑̍ͅͅͅơ̶̢̞̙͓͎̣̳̙͉̊͌̄͐̇ư̷͎̲̼̮̪̝̪͛͐.̸̣̲̳̼͎̪̳̩̭͂̇̾̀̈́̿͜͝ ̷̣̥̜̥͎͍̞̼̻̗͂̃͆̆͘͠I̶̭̅̓̒͐̇̇̓̑́͝ ̷͈͇̫͂̓̇̿̍̅͛w̴̧̦͑̐̽i̴̧͔̘͔̠̠̍̀́͘l̶̢̹̙͔̰̳̘̫̻̱̏́͛̀͠l̵̢̠̤̤̄͌̾̔̕ ̴͉̝̈́̎k̴̲̮̙̻̭͉̲̗̣̬̇̎̑͘͘i̴̪͕̙̪̻͚͔̊l̶̠̟͕͉̪̓̉̾̽̂͝͠l̴̳̲͝ ̴̨͍̜̘̤̈́͊͌͛̉̈͒̓t̸̩̤͎̖̲̔̑̔̑̈́͆̕̚o̶͍̖̺̦͔̿ ̷̨̨̭̠͙̠̗̟͕̯̎͗͐̃͠͝k̴̘͛i̶͓͍̭̻͙̮͍̞͗͗̋̏ş̷͕̟̹̯̊͑́͊͑̐s̵͕̰̓̆̅̑͂̽̕ͅ ̵̫̝̫̜̦̹̼͚̱͗͊̎̎̎͌̒̓̎y̴̧̲̥̱̺̅̂́͋̂̇̉͠ō̶̱̼͍͓u̵̬̥̔.̶̙͈̍̂̕͝ ̸̥͉͕̍͜I̵̫͙͇̘̞͗͊͆̑̒̒́̅̀͠ͅ ̸̝͖̜͚̻̞̣̟̘̂̈́̊̂̍̎͊̄̾ͅw̷̡̘̠̙͕̪̗͈̣̟̌̒i̶͔̱͎̔̑͆̄̎l̷͚̖̰͇̜̯̩̃̎͐͗̓̄͊̽͘l̷̼̳̑̚͜ ̸̨̼̘̣̫̜̀̈́͂͆k̵͔̀̂̽̅̑̎̏̂̉ȋ̸̱̺̟͆̆̇̂l̷̡̛̛̗͖͔̗͇͕͋̿́͊̋͛͘̕ḷ̸̑̽̈́̾̀͊͊̍̓ ̵̲̩͚̝͎̣͕͖͉̓̿t̸̡̂̀̂̌͑͠͠ŏ̵̤̗̭̺̟̍̌̽͂̆͛̇̕͝ ̴̬̭̈̽̎̐̏̽͐̈́̚k̶̛̹̣̦̞̞͒̈͑̔͌̆̀͜͝ì̷̪̗͙̯͛̔̀̈́̅̍͜s̷̟͎͉̖̗̲̮̣̋̄̈́̽͑̀̎̅̀s̵̹͕͇͕̥̘̥̳̭̻̈́̑̈͐̀̐̈̕͝͠ ̴͕̖̱̣̀͒y̷̦̹͖͊̌̓͒̚o̸͚̤̦̺̲̦̅u̶̧̮̲̤̻͚̪̣̞̇̑.̶̣͇̂̔̓͑̃̂̈́͆ ̶̨̢̰̭̪͚̣͎̩͙̾͌̄̆̽͋̓Ī̶̢̛̝͍̭̜͇̜͚̊͑͊̇̒̐̄̚ ̴̡̘́w̷̝̩̋̑̈́͋̊̐͛͜ỉ̵̧̗̼̗̪̱͙̮̙͑̑l̵̘̦̈́̐̇ḷ̵̟̒͑̄͌̕ ̷̧̩̰̞̬̥̮͈͒̇̀k̶̢̢̟̩͋́̏̈́i̵̢̝͍̐̄́̓̈́͋̑̕͜ļ̴͚͍̟̮̟̀ͅl̷̩͙̔͗͌͑̐ ̸̺̊͜t̵͍̅̒o̵̢͍̘̤̩͉̫̩͊͑͒͑̌̀̀͋̃͠ ̶̢̥̰̒̽̀̉̈̀͛k̵̪̈́͆̍̊͘͝ì̶̪͑͗͠s̷͙͉͂̏̍͋̑̚͜͝s̴̗̖͉̋́̇̇̑̕̚̕͝͝ ̸̣͙͙̆͂̓̈́̆ỳ̶̭͝o̴̮̪͍̲̣̠͙̫̮̗͊͐͂͛͗͋̈́̐u̷̟͔͂̈́̌͊͒̄̔.̷̟̀̂͌̉̌̀̕͝ ̴̡̰͈͖̪͓̹̲̽̀̇͜Ĩ̸̱̜̠̑̃͒́̍̚͝ ̷̰͉̜͍̭̱̟̫̀͌̃̓̾͗̓͝w̸͖̭̺̓̋̐͑̓̈̄͠ỉ̶̢͔̫̠̘̟̻͕̑̍͠͠͠ͅl̸̤̓̽̾̔̓́̆l̸̹̪͙͇͔̘̈́̕ ̸̨̜̙̖̝͚̪̅̑ͅk̶̞̊́̒͒͋̿͝i̶̧̢͇̙̫͚̭̥̲̼̒̀͐̎́̑̔l̶̯͔͖̫͔͐l̶̯̭͉̭̝͖͈͈̃̐̔̉̀̀͐͝ ̴̣̉͝͠ț̸̺̝̫̜̣̠̯̀̃́͘͜o̴̡̫͔̺̣̼͖̤̿͆ ̶̢̡̡̘̣̖̲͉̓̅̆̕͠ͅk̵̟̞̇̅̔̌̊́̔̈́͠͠i̸̩͎̠͚̲̮̇͗̌̌̈͋̓͘͜͝s̶͕͓̱̩͈͒̆̃̑͐͘͘͠ṣ̸̠̅́͐̄̓̕͝ ̸̝̻̯̦̲̼̻̓̓̓͛͒͜͝ỳ̴͚̗̻̤̲͆̀̏̌̾̉̌ͅo̷̘̯͇͂̈́̏u̴̡̩͖͖͎̦̒̒̔̋́̐͐͂͆͜.̴̙̮̥̗͈̻͈̞̗̦̐ ̴̧̮̹͍̾͝I̵͖̊̑͋͂̍̄̒̂̍ ̸̨͕̲̳̱̙̼̓̊͒̑̕̚͠w̶̻̦̮͇̿̔͋̊̄͊͆͝î̵̛̗̜͇̈̈́̎̀͒͊̚͠l̵̻̭̿̓l̷̡͚̞̬̄̒͋́̽̕ͅ ̷̡̛͍̼̜̝̄̎͛̓k̸̨̪̗̺̼̳͍͔̈́̂́̈̎͑ị̴͔̱̲͓͇͎̮̫͓̓́͑͐l̴̛͕̗̫̰̗̙̆͛̿̽̕ͅl̸̢̞̳̱̿ ̵̮̮̼̗̰͕̺͚̃̈͘̚ͅt̴̬̞̠̣̣̹̩̲͙̞̅̽̀̑̈́̄͒̆̚ǒ̸̩̔̽̉̕̚ ̶̛͖̫̜̰̜̥̣͕̍̽̐̔͑̇̓͝ͅk̸̳̫̩̆́̍̃ḭ̷̼̩̊̾͒͝͝s̴̻̠̻̙̜͙̐͐̎ͅs̸̡̗̖̾̈́ ̸͉̼̌̀̐́͝ỹ̸̝͚̣̗͉̰̦̜̤͂o̴̧̹͉͋͝ū̸͍̤͍̀͗̀̈́.̴̨̠͚͕͚̮̦̝̻̃͑̕

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Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

• MDNI!! (18+)

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Bakugou had never had a real girlfriend before you. Sure, he’d kissed a few girls, gotten a handjob or two—hell, maybe even gone down on someone once—but sex? That was something he never cared to try. Not until you.

The moment he finally had you, it was over. Katsuki was insatiable. Obsessed. A damn addict. If he wasn’t thinking about touching you, he was already doing it. Sneaking into your dorm when everyone else was asleep just to have you, only to wake you up hours later for another round before first period. He didn’t give a damn if you were tired—his hands were already pulling you close, lips pressing against your ear as he growled something filthy about how much he needed you.

Study sessions? Yeah, those were a joke. He’d start with his books open, acting like he gave a shit, but the second you leaned in too close or bit your lip in concentration, they were forgotten. Before you knew it, he had you bent over the desk, one hand gripping your hip, the other covering your mouth to muffle your moans.

Skipping training? It started as an accident—one missed session because he was too busy pinning you to his bed, your fingers tangled in his hair as he lost himself in you. Then once turned into twice, and before he knew it, he was making excuses to Kirishima, shrugging off practice like it wasn’t a big deal. After all, he had a new favorite way to work up a sweat.

And in between classes? During lunch? If he could find an empty space—an unused classroom, a janitor’s closet, even the back of the school building—he was taking advantage of it. It didn’t matter if you whined about getting caught, he’d just smirk, pressing you against the wall and murmuring,

“Then you better keep quiet, sweetheart.”

He never thought he’d be this desperate for someone. This hungry. This fucking gone. But you? You turned him into something unrecognizable—something downright feral. A fucking addict.

thinkin abt shoto and his alt girl. you know, the one who turns his world upside down, their lives so different yet paralleled. he was the only one in his life who wasn’t surprised when he fell head over heels for the girl with piercings and ripped jeans instead of floral perfume and tight pencil skirts.

shoto and his alt girl who doesn’t care about money or social status; she says it’s hard to care about things she’s never had much of. she isn’t enamored by his hero ranking or the people he’s surrounded by. she’s most enamored by him - pretty, strong, and kind - every bit the hero the media makes him out to be and more.

shoto and his alt girl whose face is rarely done up, and he loves her that way. he thinks she’s beautiful every day of the week; her makeup doesn’t change that, and she knows it. most days, she’d rather spend her mornings in messy braids and worn out band tees, drinking coffee next to him than on dolling herself up only to wipe it off later. shoto’s alt girl who sometimes does a little bit for him anyways because she sees the way he stares at her eyes, how he drinks in the bold lip colors that adorn her smile when she’s up for it.

shoto who listens to his alt girl ramble about the things she really cares for as he runs his fingers through her hair, whether it’s romance novels or video games, or perhaps something deeper in herself. he carefully laces up her worn out sneakers and leather boots, plays with the fraying of her jeans and the hem of her skirts when she lets him, runs his fingers along the smoothness of her tights. shoto who loves her thigh highs and short dresses because he knows they’re just for him. he helps her with those pesky fishnets so he can stare at her thighs and leave a trail of kisses behind.

shoto’s alt girl who doesn’t care what the media wants her to be - she’s unapologetically herself, and he loves that about her. even when the world tells her to be less of this and more of that, it’s rare that she truly gives in. he sees the sides of her no one else does - the soft, gentle parts she’s not always quick to show. the world doesn’t hear the way she cries out his name when he holds her close at night. they don’t see the way she clings to his frame, digs her nails into his back, turns to putty in his hands with a few tender words. they don’t know the way she loves him, wholly and completely, imperfect though he may be.

just shoto and his alt girl, the one he swears he’ll never let go of… and proves it every day for the rest of his life.

inspired by izu’s alt girl by @dcsiremc

blind date with !dilf nanami where he is just such a gentleman; bringing you flowers, kissing your hand, listening when you talk and asking questions. ...that is until you get into bed with him and he's spitting in your mouth while he pulls on your hair, his thick cock ramming into your slick hole. he's so filthy with it too; he tells you every detail about how your pussy is gripping him like a vice, how your juices drip down his shaft. he tells you how much of a dirty whore you are for taking his cock so easily on the first date. but as soon as you both come down from your climaxes, he goes right back to his gentleman persona, telling you how he didn't mean anything he said and how much of an angel you are.

i love mine, mine, mine | f. megumi

….one time the chaos sqaud gc ( @bakubunny @neon-gothicc ) talked about vicious alpha bites and their scars, i have yet to get over it.

cw: alpha! megumi, aggression, mentions of blood, talk of scars and mating marks

megumi was a perfect example of everything an alpha should be. he was tall and bulky, stern but calm. he was overly protective and didn’t back down from anything. no one really bothered fushiguro for the most part, but if they did, they learned rather quickly not to do it again. megumi had these perfect canines that made your skin break out in goosebumps whenever he bared them, let them extend towards others in fair warnings.

the two of you danced around each other often, and though attraction was clear, megumi never made moves to claim you, not fully at least. it didn’t satisfy the inner urges at all, even if he was nicer to you, even if he was always nearby, even if he had split you open many times on his cock. you wanted him to be yours just as you wanted to be his, you wanted to be branded with his teeth. a desperate omega was a determined one and you spent the time when your scent was most potent, under his nose or around his apartment. it may have been a nasty trick, covering him in the fumes of floral and ripe pomegranate, but the pay off was worth it.

having megumi slam your back against the wall was exactly what you were going for, his skin hot and flushed, his nose brushing against your neck to inhale one of the points you smelled the strongest. his grip on your waist was bruising, sharp claws poking at your skin through your clothes. he was licking at your scent gland, low growls like a steady purr vibrating through his being. you shivered at the feeling of pin pricks, the needle-like points of his canines threatening where your neck met your shoulder. he was salivating, drool dripping onto your skin as he kicked your legs apart just to slot his thigh between them. your core, hot and throbbing under your clothes, pressed against his thick thigh, making you keen and bare your neck that much more.

“you’re playing dirty games,” he spat, using your hips to help you rut against him, “this what you wanted?”

your hands seemed so small compared to all of him but you used one to palm at the heated skin on the nape of his neck, trying to pull his head closer.

“wanna be yours ‘gumi-“ you panted through a whine, nails now breaking skin, the hair of his undercut tickling your fingers.

“you are mine,” he huffed, “have i not made that clear enough?”

“i want to wear your mark, i want you to wear mine.”

his thumb came up to stroke at your pulse, lust blown eyes admiring the smooth skin there. it was too perfect, too pure to be defaced by a scar. it wasn’t that he didn’t want to, he just knew his teeth wouldn’t leave a dainty mark. he didn’t want to hurt you, didn’t want to force you to bare such a jagged blemish. his gums ached to do it, jaws clenching with need to taste metallic and copper on his tongue.

“can’t..you know i don’t want to hurt you..don’t want to ruin-“

“please ruin me.” the pleading in your tone was enough to punch the air from his lungs and send a painful throb to his cock.

“it’ll scar…it’ll hurt,” he was warning but his thumb was already pressing into your neck now, entranced by the feel of your beating heart, feeling your pulse pick up. you were all over him, his nose was burning with the smell of your pussy, wet and warm and beckoning to him. you were so beautiful all over, he shamefully wanted to corrupt your image in his lustful haze.

“i want you to.”

that was really all it took, he was too amped up to fight you on it any longer. he didn’t even have the will power to move you two to his room, much preferring to fuck you up against the wall like this. it was messy kisses and apologies for ripping your clothes but all was forgiven when he finally thrusted into you. you knew the stretch well, lavished in the way held you in the air, your legs hooked over his forearms as he stuffed you full. you locked your arms around his shoulders as he nuzzled back into the crook of your neck, kissing your damp skin once before sinking his teeth into your flesh. it was gentle a first, a sharp pain mixing with the throb of your clit, but then there was the heavy pressure of his bite, his jaw latching in place as he tore into you with feral teeth. you flinched out of instinct and not an attempt to pull away, but megumi growled at you all the same, the sound making you clench around his girth. the feeling shouldn’t have made you moan as loudly as you did, so obscene, back arching into his hold.

when he pulled away, he looked awfully mean and sinfully gorgeous even with your blood dripping down his chin, his tongue lapping it from his lips. you sighed in awe, dipping your lips down to his neck now, baby canines (compared to his at least) dropping down in time to bite into his skin. he was all scarred up from combat, so you made sure to bite hard so yours stood out amongst the crowd. he didn’t seem to mind as he licked at your wounds while you did, the action oddly soothing the ache. his hips had slowed in favor for a steady but deep rhythm.

mine mine mine yours yours yours, was beating around in your mind like a drum.

and when the bite had finally healed, you found yourself showing off your shoulders more when you left the house, watching how everyone’s eyes were left wide at the harsh mark.

“you seem so proud of yourself,” he’d always say, chuckling softly as he led you around hand in hand.

“who wouldn’t be proud to be yours?”