LISTENNNNNNNN AS A DANCERRR. I NEED THIS TO HAPPEN TO ME Thank You For Writing This, Ill Probably Reread

LISTENNNNNNNN AS A DANCERRR……. I NEED THIS TO HAPPEN TO ME😭😭 thank you for writing this, I’ll probably reread it a million times 🩰

⋆｡° ✮ My Little Dancer | Suguru Geto

ballerina reader x grundy boyfriend suguru

y’all i know nothing about the art so take this with a grain of salt.

“1, 2, 3, 4.”

“1, 2, 3, 4.”

“1, 2, 3, 4.”

The set of twelve is repeating in your mind with each spin as your foot goes up and spins on the hard wood floor.

"Again, you got it."

Those words echoed in your mind as the flat of the shoe went up and down.

“again.” The word echoed in your mind and flashed in front of you. your arms out and open, swaying, making an “o” shape.

“again… faster.” Those words practically shouted at you. You took your other foot and slid it over, spinning like before but even faster.

“1, 2, 3, 4,... 5, fuck.” Your spinning delayed and eventually stopped; you cursed yourself for missing the rep again.

“You’re doing good.” You quickly turn, and your boyfriend is in the doorway with his arms in front of him, his arms crossed.

You mutter an "oh," putting your hand on your forehead and quietly walking towards him.

“You scared me; I didn’t tell you to come today.” You wrap your arms around his waist, snuggling into his chest.

He wraps one around your waist and the other behind your head, caressing it, leaning down, and placing a kiss on it.

"I wanted to see how you were doing; I missed you.” his thumb brushing over the same spot, his hand coming down to cup your jaw.

He slides his thumb over your chin repeatedly before tilting your head up and looking into your eyes.

He smiles and leans down, placing a kiss on your lips. His lips are cold but soft, and his breath is warm.

“that’s sweet. I missed you too.” The last words are muttered between the pecks he’s placing on your lips.

His hand is rubbing over your waist, and his thumb is still rubbing over your chin. His lips are approaching your neck while his gaze is still locked on yours.

“Here?” he whispers, almost too quiet.

You were craving him, so you didn’t protest. You nodded your head, taking your arms from around his waist and wrapping them around his neck.

He smiles, diving into you, cupping your cheek, and holding a strong grip on your waist.

He kisses you, one peck after the other, before fully indulging in your taste.

He leans into you, walking into you while you walk backwards. He takes one of his hands and puts it behind him, closing and locking the door.

He wraps his arm back around your waist, licking your lip to let him in. You open your mouth a little, teasing him.

Suguru smiles, sticking his tongue in through the small space he was given. You fully open your mouth, sliding your tongue over his.

"Cigs," you whisper out, going back to slide your tongue over his. He lets out a muffled “hm?” before moving his mouth in rhythm with yours.

He was eager and hungry for you.

He takes his hand off your cheek, sticking it to your ass and giving it a firm squeeze.

“Do you need these?” He whispers out, still squeezing your ass and kissing your jaw, then your neck.

You giggle, pulling away and looking him in the eyes again. “Kinda yeah. If you want to rip em you have to compensate, yeah?"

He laughs into your neck, sliding his other hand down to your ass and squeezing your other cheek.

"Deal," he says before sliding his tongue over a spot on your neck and pushing his lips over sucking.

A moan erupts from your lips, and you throw your head back, giving him more access. His tongue licks over your sensitive spot again, making you shiver.

He keeps walking forward, causing you to move backwards, turning, and he’s walking you into the barre.

His hands are on it, on opposite sides of you, looking down at you with eager and ready eyes.

“Show me some moves," he mutters, his voice still in a nice, warm whisper. Your cheeks heat up, and you smile, propping up off of it and walking into his chest.

“Give me a little space.” He obeys you, giving you enough room to do what you want. You place one hand on the bar, slowly bringing your other arm up.

You point your right foot out and the other in the same position, going up and down quickly and then at a steady pace.

You slowly lift one leg all the way up in the sky, your hand on the bar giving you balance.

Suguru slowly walks up to you, placing his hand on the leg in the air and the other on his bulge.

"Mhm, I like that.” He says taking one hand off his bulge and the other off your leg, ripping your tights.

Your leg almost comes down from you being startled, but his hand quickly goes up to hold you sturdy.

“My little ballerina knows how to hold her stance, hm?” his hand gripping over your leg and his other going to unzip his pants.

Butterflies into your stomach and a small grin is plastered on your face; a little practice never hurts.

He hesitates about pulling out his length and goes to unbutton his jeans, then pulls it out.

He slides his briefs down a little before pulling his dick out. He looks at your heat, then at you.

Taking his finger and looping it between the open space by your thigh and the side of your panties moving them to the side.

“Hold your leg for me.” He takes his hand off, grabbing his dick, and slowly stepping forward, lining up with your entrance.

You knew what he meant; he didn’t want you to actually hold your leg up with your hand but with your strength, and that you did.

Before he puts himself in, he slides his ring finger in to see if you’re wet enough. You flinch from the coldness of his ring and contact.

You muffle a moan as he slides a finger out and replaces it with his veiny length. Your jaw clenches, and the grip you have on the bar tightens.

“Keep holding it," he whispers, leaning closer to your ear, giving it a small peck, giving it multiples before moving to your jaw.

He kisses your jaw a couple of times before looking up at your foot and smiling as he slides out, then back into you.

“pointed… You’re an expert, huh?” His voice catches your attention, and you look up at your foot and smile.

“forced habit," you say, moving it a couple of times before returning your gaze to his.

He looks back down into your eyes, sliding out, then into you with more force, your posture slouching.

The pleasure is getting sent into all your weak spots, and he knows it. He thrusts into you again and again and again.

The last thrust sends you over the edge, your grip tightening around the bar even more.

“good girl. Keep holding it," he whispers, grunting shortly after, thrusting again.

"Fuck," you mutter, gritting your teeth from the overwhelming pleasure boiling inside of you.

It felt like warm butterflies were swarming your stomach. The way he looked at you, licking his lips, his dark eyes staring into you, made you feel so good.

You place your other hand on his shoulder for grip. Your body is bent in a position some would find uncomfortable, but the strain on your leg and the side of your body only made you feel better.

"Mmm, right there, Suguru." You moan out, your fingers digging into his flesh as his dick curled up, lightly touching your sweet spot.

You needed more.

His eyes were on you the entire time—not on the mirror in front of him, not on your leg, just your gorgeous face.

His hips slid into you again, over and over again, lightly tapping the same spot.

“If you want me to go dipper... Just tell me; use your words.” Your eyes got slightly bigger but returned to their regular state.

You nod, moaning, "Deeper, Suguru." The way you softly muttered his name with a plea only made it harder.

He was pulsing inside of you, your walls clamping and tightening around him. His pulsing gave you a pleasurable vibration.

You throw your head back, tapping the mirror behind you and gripping his shoulder more for stability.

He slams into you a final time, a knot forming in your lower stomach for a few seconds before it drops without a second thought.

“wa-wait!” You scream out, but it’s too late. His pace is sloppy, and his dick is pulsing repeatedly inside of you.

Both of your bodies release together, your head leaning off the mirror and forward tapping his chest.

He raises his hand, caressing the back of your head and rubbing your hair. He slowly slides out of you, your fluids and his dripping onto the floor.

Suguru takes his other hand, slowly putting your leg down. You both laughed at this, not noticing you still had it up.

"I hope I was a good partner with this warmup.” You chuckled at his choice of words, adjusting your clothes.

"I wouldn’t say this was a warmup.” You turn around in the mirror, fixing up your hair, and he taps your backside with a helmet.

Where’d this come from?

He smirks, and you turn back. "Trust; you have a lot coming when we get home.” You smile at him with the smile he’s weak for, and you grab the helmet.”

“Maybe I'll be working on you.” you tease. walking past him, swinging your hips, and he follows, whistling.

“Atta girl.”

Had to put the ‘dream rides’ closer to my head😜😭 (don’t include Killua in that)

tags: NSFW!!! female reader, penetration (penis in vagina), unprotected sex, exhibitionism, doggy style, possessiveness, jealousy, vaginal fingering, cream pie, dirty talk, big dick, size kink, size difference, mild dubcon

word count: 1,124

"What the fuck did you just say?"

Your heart jolts when you hear Toji's deep, gravelly voice ring through your ears while taking him in doggy style. Fear strikes you when he suddenly stops mid-stroke to pull out, and panic sets in when he clamps one of his giant hands on the back of your neck and pulls you into an upright position.

You fucked up. And you fucked up bad. Calling out another man's name during sex was already an unforgivable act, but the fact that you'd said that name in particular while fucking Toji, of all people... you were in big, big trouble.

Displeased with your silence, he leans forward and snarls in your ear.

"I asked you a question."

"I..." a shiver runs through your body as you speak. "It just slipped out, I didn't mean-"

Before you can finish your sentence, he releases his grip on your neck and climbs off the bed. When you turn around, you see him punching numbers into his phone while his back is turned, giving you a view of his toned back. A sight that leaves you breathless. You're not sure what to do - should you reach out? Try to console him? You wonder who he could be calling right now. Was he just gonna throw you in an Uber and be done with it?

There isn't much time to dwell. You hear a click, then a familiar voice over the speaker, one that makes your stomach drop to the floor.

"Yooooo, this is Gojo Satoru! The strongest sorcerer in the world~"

"Did you fuck her?" Toji interjects.

"Ah, good afternoon Toji~! Now, what on earth could you possibly be talking about?"

"(Y/N). Did you fuck her?" he snaps his neck around to glare at you, his piercing gaze making you feel two inches tall.

Gojo is eerily silent. It's the first time you've ever heard him at a loss for words.

"I did," he says. "Why? You wanna know what it was like? How good her tight little pussy felt when I was deep inside? The delicious sounds she made when I touched her in just the right spots? The sweet, sweet sound of her voice when I-"

"Shut the fuck up, you stupid brat!"

Great. Now he's really pissed.

God damn it, Gojo! Why did he have to have such a big fucking mouth? Although, hearing him speak about you in this way was kinda hot... your cheeks flush as you listen to his vivid description. You should be upset, or embarrassed, or something, but admittedly... the entire situation is really turning you on.

Toji is gripping the phone so hard, you wonder if he'll actually crush it. You brace yourself for an explosion of anger, one that never comes. You nearly jump out of your skin when he suddenly pounces on you, pinning you on your back while a fierce and terrifying look burns in his eyes. You lay there like a frightened rabbit, waiting for him to sink his teeth into you.

He sets the phone on the bed, directly in front of your face, before crawling on top and trapping you underneath his massive body. You can hear Gojo's voice a bit more clearly now, and what's more, he can hear you.

"Hellooooo? Toji?"

"Shut up and listen," Toji barks. "I'm gonna fuck your girl, and I'm gonna fuck her better than you ever could."

"What?! Toji? (Y/N), are you there? What the fuck is going on?"

You open your mouth to say something, but instead a small moan escapes as Toji spreads your thighs apart and pushes two of his giant fingers inside you. His thumb gently massages the hood of your clit; the steady motion makes you moan even more. Meanwhile, his other hand trails up your body, gently caressing your waist and breasts. Your hips press up against his, craving more of his touch as he coaxes tiny noises and vocalizations out of you. He curls his fingers up, stroking the spongey spot on your wall for a few seconds until you scream in pleasure, just like you had right before Satoru's name had fallen from your lips.

"(Y/N)? Are you serious...?"

"Satoru, I-"

"Have you ever made her cum like this?" Toji brags into the phone, cutting you off. "How many seconds was that, (Y/N)? Five? Three?"

"Fuck you, Toji," Gojo sneers.

The man with the heavenly pact chuckles as he pulls his fingers out of you, licking them with a wicked smile.

"She tastes amazing. Sweet. Juicy."

"God damn it!"

You're too out of breath to say anything. Toji's hands are like magic. It's different from the way Gojo touches you, but it makes you feel just as good. Comparing them was useless. Both men drove you crazy, fucked you like animals, made you feel like the prettiest girl in the world. You never meant for them to find out about each other, especially not like this. But you also never expected them to care so much.

Also, Gojo could have hung up, but he was still on the phone...

"I'll make sure she never even thinks of you again after this," Toji says as he takes your thighs in hand. He presses the tip of his cock at your entrance, then slowly slides it into your wet pussy. You try to hold back your reaction this time, for Gojo's sake, but it's no use. Toji feels way too fucking good. You let out one long, guttural moan as you take in his incredible size. His dick is only slightly shorter than Gojo's, but it's definitely more girthy. Just how you like it. He slowly pumps into you, going faster and faster while grunting in rhythm. You moan with every deep stroke.

"Yeah? We'll see about that," Gojo snaps back. "(Y/N)'s coming over again tonight. Isn't that right, baby?"

"Oh God, yes!!" you cry out.

"She's not going anywhere," Toji grabs your hands and pins them beside your head as he thrusts into you, staring intensely into your eyes. "Right, (Y/N)?"

"Then I'll go there."

"Like hell you will."

One beat later, the line was dead. Toji finishes inside you, shouting out profanities as he lets loose a huge load of cum that drips from your pussy after he pulls out. He collapses on the bed next to you, pants into your ear. His big hands wrap themselves around your body, feeling up your thighs and hips before caressing your sides and chest. Despite his strength and aggression, he had quite the gentle touch. You wonder if you've finally culled his anger, if Gojo was actually coming over, if the whole thing was finally over and done with...

...That is, until you hear a knock at the door.

Emotional attachment to fictional characters

In our brains, empathy resides in a little lobe called the right supramarginal gyrus. When we interact with other humans, we read their body language, tone of voice, facial expressions, physical actions and use our own experiences as a tool to understand the character.

When we have someone who is physically in front of us, we have the potential to be able to physically show empathy such as hugging them, squeezing their hand reassuringly, patting their shoulder, anything  that reinforces our emotional empathy. We cannot do that with fictional characters; so we have to dig deeper into our emotional empathy, and fill out the blanks ourselves.

Headcanons, a term in any fandom that refers to what an individual believes to be true about a character, even though it’s not “canon”, (written by the author/director) is another way that we work out the details of these character’s lives. Whether or not characters are biologically “real”, or not, our familiarity with them renders them very emotionally potent.

We worry that we are “sick” for developing emotional responses to characters that we know, intellectually, are not real, but the reality is that the more you relate to the character, even subconsciously, the more you empathise with them and build an attachment. It has been suggested that this attachment can help with recovery and offer a sense of belonging, which is why representation does matter. In BPD sufferers, character attachment is a common occurance, as there is no possible way for a fictional character to abandon them.

Writers and artists create these characters with human emotions, which makes it very easy to relate, become attached to them, or even dislike them. For humans, character attachment is not ‘just a story’, it’s pyschology and science.

where play fighting leads

**All Characters aged up**

Warnings:

Smut

18+

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Bakugo bit his lip hard as he watched you from across the room. You were goofing around with Denki, landing some surprisingly good punches. His eyes couldn't leave you—every jab, every laugh—it was messing with his head. There was something about seeing you like that, fierce and playful, that had him feeling a mix of awe and something way more primal. The way you handled Denki… hell, he couldn’t help but imagine you roughing him up with those same hands. Soft, but strong. His mind wandered to a different kind of heat between you, thinking about what it would be like for you to be riding his-...

Bakugo jerked his head, forcing himself to stop. No way he should be thinking about you like that, especially now. But then Denki finally surrendered, and you jumped onto him, laughing. Bakugo felt a hot wave of jealousy crash over him. You should’ve been jumping on him, not Denki. As you threw your arms around Denki, his hand slid under you to steady you, fingers dangerously close to your ass.

That was it. Bakugo's temper flared. He stomped across the room, his eyes dark with fury, and yanked you off Denki. The entire room went silent, except for Kirishima, who was chuckling quietly in the corner. Bakugo shot him a death glare before dragging you out of the room, ignoring everyone’s stunned expressions.

He hauled you straight to his room, shoving open the door with a forceful grip on your wrist. Before you could even process what was happening, he tossed you onto the bed with no hesitation.

“Bakug—" you started to say, confused, but the words barely left your mouth before his lips crashed into yours, cutting off any protest. You could feel his body heat radiating off him, his frustration, his need—it was overwhelming in the best way.

Bakugo's grip tightened around your neck as he kissed you harder, drawing a soft moan from your lips. His mouth trailed down your neck, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. Between each kiss, he muttered words that sent shivers down your spine. “Over there jumping on Dunce Face when you should be jumping on me.” The heat between your legs flared up even more at his words, making you crave him like never before.

Without wasting any time, Bakugo started stripping you both down, impatient and rough, ripping away each piece of clothing as if they were nothing. When you were finally bare beneath him, he paused, hovering above you with those mischievous eyes and a wicked grin that made your heart race. In one swift motion, he yanked your legs apart and dove right in, his mouth finding your most sensitive spot. The moment his tongue touched you, a loud moan escaped your lips.

Bakugo didn’t hold back, sliding his middle and ring fingers inside you, matching the rhythm of his tongue with practiced ease. Your back arched involuntarily, your hands flying to his hair, gripping it tight as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak.

Just as you were on the edge of release, he pulled away, leaving you gasping. He lined himself up, rubbing the tip of his cock against your slick entrance. “Can’t wait to fuckin’ ruin you,” he growled before slowly pushing into you, inch by inch, until he was fully sheathed in your warm, wet heat. He moved deliberately, watching every twitch of your face as he filled you completely. Once he bottomed out, he paused, the tension in his body palpable.

“Kat, move,” you whined, desperate for more, but he stayed still, his breath ragged. “Shh, stop talking,” he muttered, trying to hold back the urge to cum right then and there. Your walls tightened around him, and he growled low in his throat. “Y/N, don’t fuck with me, I'm trying not to nut” he warned, but you couldn’t resist. You kissed along his jawline, teasing him until he finally gave in, finding the resolve to move.

He started slow, each stroke calculated and precise, but with every moan that slipped from your lips, his control frayed. His pace quickened, and soon he was pounding into you with wild, animalistic thrusts. You clawed at his back, biting down on his collarbone to muffle your cries, but he wasn’t having it. “I want to hear you,” he demanded, his voice rough with lust as he began to thrust deeper, harder, his movements slow and deliberate.

You let go of his shoulder, finally letting out the moans you’d been holding back. Bakugo’s rhythm grew erratic, his control slipping as he chased his release. One particularly powerful thrust sent you over the edge, your body convulsing around him as you came hard. The way you tightened around him pulled a guttural groan from his chest, and he spilled into you, his orgasm hitting him like a freight train.

“Fuckkkk,” you both gasped in unison, riding out the waves of pleasure together. Bakugo kept thrusting, pushing his cum deeper inside you with each powerful stroke until he finally slowed, breathing heavily. He collapsed on top of you, his lips finding yours in a rough, possessive kiss.

“Don’t let me see another man touching you,” he growled against your lips, and you nodded, your mind hazy and your body spent. You leaned up to kiss him back, a smirk tugging at your lips. If it meant getting fucked like this, you just might test him again.

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Trying to get back into writing

Not revised or anything like that so don't mind my word vomit

**All my shit is copyrighted**

Your Only Girl Pt 3

Read Pt 1 & 2 -

Part 1- https://www.tumblr.com/chocoyanchan/760112602364936193/your-only-girl-pt-1?source=share

Part 2-

https://www.tumblr.com/chocoyanchan/760112922346323968/your-only-girl-pt-2?source=share

Something similar has happened before but never this bad. He couldn't imagine himself losing you just because he was being an asshole to make you jealous. Usually, you would tell him off there and that turned him on but this time, you didn't. He was nervous. You begin to walk down the hallway. As you bend down you put your shoes on, Gojo takes your suitcase and begins to walk back to the bedroom. "Give me my shit!" You yell following him down the hallway. He's too strong and you do your best to tug it. Yall enter the bedroom and he sets it down and quickly shuts and locks the door. You stand there with the most anger you have ever felt. "You are making me hate you." You spit coldly. "Keep the shit." You say as you try to walk to leave out the door. Once you reach it, Gojo hovers over you and pushes you back, causing you to stumble on the bed. You are lost for words but you are pissed. You begin to push on his chest to get him up. He grabs your hands and pins them to the bed. He's face to face with you know, looking into your eyes. You can see the pain in his eyes and he can see the pain in yours. "Baby. You aren't leaving. We aren't breaking up. I was stupid but I only wanted to make you jealous because you look so hot angry. You look hot now too but this isn't how I wanted it to go. I won't do this again. I didn't understand it was this bad. I'm sorry." He says, eyes filling with tears but refusing to cry.

Something similar has happened before but never this bad. He couldn't imagine himself losing you just because he was being an asshole to make you jealous. Usually, you would tell him off there and that turned him on but this time, you didn't. He was nervous. You begin to walk down the hallway. As you bend down you put your shoes on, Gojo takes your suitcase and begins to walk back to the bedroom. "Give me my shit!" You yell following him down the hallway. He's too strong and you do your best to tug it. Yall enter the bedroom and he sets it down and quickly shuts and locks the door. You stand there with the most anger you have ever felt. "You are making me hate you." You spit coldly. "Keep the shit." You say as you try to walk to leave out the door. Once you reach it, Gojo hovers over you and pushes you back, causing you to stumble on the bed. You are lost for words but you are pissed. You begin to push on his chest to get him up. He grabs your hands and pins them to the bed. He's face to face with you know, looking into your eyes. You can see the pain in his eyes and he can see the pain in yours. "Baby. You aren't leaving. We aren't breaking up. I was stupid but I only wanted to make you jealous because you look so hot angry. You look hot now too but this isn't how I wanted it to go. I won't do this again. I didn't understand it was this bad. I'm sorry." He says, eyes filling with tears but refusing to cry. Tears storm down your face. "I can't do this anymore." You say softly, your eyes now looking away from his. He leans into your ear, "Let me show you how sorry I am baby. I promise this is the last time this will happen." Him speaking so softly in your ear made you weak and you mentally cursed yourself for being so easy. He begins to kiss your ear, down your neck slowly. You fight to hold in the moan, arms still above your head and shift a little. He places both knees on each side of your legs. He slowly makes his way to your lips. He looks at you and then kisses you slowly. You don't kiss back at first. He pulls away and looks at you, "Y/N, please" he says almost begging. He then leans back in to kiss you. This time you kiss back. The kiss is slow but passionate. He lets go of one of your hands and places it around your neck. You moan at the feeling. He speaks in between the kisses. "I love you and I can't lose you," he says. The slow kisses turn out into a passionate and fiery make-out session. He lets go of your other arms and you wrap your arms around his neck. He leaves your lips and kisses down your chest. Your purple satin dress clinging to your petite body. He looks you in the eyes as he removes the straps. He kisses on your collar bone and you moan again. You slam your legs shut and without moving his lips, he takes his left knee and places it between your legs. You take in a sharp breath. He comes back up and his hands explore your body. You reach up and undo his tie and start unbuttoning his shirt. He moves his hands so you can take it off of him.