name: i go by way too many names, most used on here is elys. ryan, brick, basil, judas, jeffrey, or any nicknames work too, i don’t really care tbh. i’m also comfy with pet names!
pronouns: my prns are mostly he/it + a list of neos (though any neos work honestly, feel free to go wild), and they.
age: i’m currently 22, bday is february 16th!
@elysappreciates goes by Elys, Brick and uses he/him, it/its, any neopronouns, void/voids, rot/rots, meow/meows, purr/purrs pronouns.
my blog: i post many different things, kinda depends on my current hyperfixations lmao. right now it’s mostly tokyo revengers & bg3 & bllk with tatort sprinkled in there. it’s mostly random thoughts of mine, but sometimes you get lore analysises or maybe even links to my fics on ao3 lol. aaand i rb tons of random stuff.
sideblogs: @kiramorous — x reader writing, headcanons (mdi on there please), @blorbosimp — self shipping sideblog, @nyanjagorn — wc & ninjago fandom sideblog, @appreciatingbg3 — sideblog? not sure what i’ll be using it for rlly, @gaymersexual — nsfw/nsft horny sideblog
main fandoms: tokyo revengers, bllk, avatar (james cameron) & afop, ddf, genshin, warrior cats, tma, tatort, spatort, ninjago, fire punch, tshd/hgsn, csm, koe no katachi/a silent voice, hell’s paradise, bg3, sdv, knb, kn8, watatabe (not yet finished with hell’s paradise, knb, kn8, bllk, and afop. not properly caught up with ddf & tatort but iykyk. will contain spoilers!)
other interests: art of any kind (music, painting, drawing, writing, poetry, etc), biology (especially marine biology), cats, psychology, giant squids, whales, lgbtq+, disabilities & disorders, forensic medicine, crime
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all my self inserts are either post phallo or, usually when phallo isn’t available/possible, but also in a few rare other cases, perisex male. and that really does tell you more about me than i wish it did
“You like being this, huh?” Sae’s voice was rough as he held you by the jaw. His thumb smeared his last release across your lips like a filthy lipstick. His other hand was already between your legs again, teasing your overstimulated cunt. “Just my cumdump. That’s what you called yourself, right?”
You could only nod and whimper. Your legs were already trembling, thighs slick and twitching with need. He hadn’t let you cum in hours. That man had edged you over and over, then shove himself back inside and use you again. Filling your sweet cunt up just to watch it drip down your thighs before pushing it right back in with two lazy fingers.
“You don’t need anything else,” he murmured. “You don’t need love or dates or sweet words. You just need this cock and my cum inside you.” he slammed in again deeply, forcing you to feel all of him.
Your walls fluttered and squeezed in a desperate attempt, aching for the release he kept snatching away.
“That’s all you’re good for, huh?” he breathed against your ear. “Being warm and wet and open for me. A hole. My sweet little cumdump.”
You moaned like it was a confession, because it was. You loved it. Loved the way he used you. Loved how obsessed he was. How he never let you clean up. How he whispered that no one else would ever touch you again.
“You’re mine,” he said darkly, his thrusts punishing now. “Say it.”
“I’m yours,” you gasped, barely able to speak. “I’m your cumdump. Only yours.”
He groaned low in his chest, pushing you to the edge again, watching your body tighten and tremble. But just when you were about to fall apart, he stopped. “Not yet,” he said with a smirk, grabbing your throat. “You don’t get to cum until I want you to. That’s what a good little dump does. You wait. You beg. You take it.”
A few days later you were walking through the stadium of the u20 national team, making sure the organization ran smoothly. You checked something on your phone as a hand wrapped around your throat and Sae tilted your head back.
“Need a break,” he murmured. “Spread your legs.”
You barely had time to protest as he spun you around and pinned you against the nearest wall. He pushed your skirt up and ripped your panties off like a tissue and then he shoved his cock inside. No teasing. No warning. Just thick, brutal thrusts that knocked the breath out of your lungs. Your legs wrapped around his waist while he used you like you belonged to him. You did. You absolutely did.
“That’s it,” he panted into your ear as he slammed into you. “Just a tight little hole. My personal fucktoy. Don’t even have to ask anymore, your body knows what to do.”
He was relentless, fucking you so hard the pictures on the wall rattled. One hand under your ass, the other forcing your head back so he could watch your face twist in blissed-out shock. No one dared interrupt, not when it was Itoshi Sae. Not when he was groaning quietly. Not when he held you in such a bruising grip that made you whimper.
“You feel that?” he murmured, slowing just enough to roll his hips and make you clench. “You’re made for this. For me. For my cock. Gonna fill you up again. Let it drip down your thighs while you continue working.”
You whined, nails clawing at his back. He was already close. You could feel it. His grip tightening, his breath going ragged, the sharp thrusts getting messier.
“Take it.”
He shoved in deep and stilled, cock twitching as he filled you full, the heat of it spilling inside. Your head dropped to his shoulder, brain empty, body soaked in sweat and juices. But Sae just chuckled once. He pulled out with a filthy squelch, let your feet hit the ground, but you barely stood. You were dripping. You felt it running down your thighs, his cum thick and warm and claiming you.
He tucked himself back into his pants like it was nothing, “Don’t clean up. Let everyone see what you are.”
Sae never bothered knocking on your office. He hustled appeared and grabbed you by the hair. With your hair in his fist he dragged you down to your knees.
“Open that mouth,” he said, already tugging his cock free. “It’s been two hours. You must be starving.”
You moaned around him before your brain caught up, cheeks bulging as he shoved his cock in deep. Unbothered by your gagging. He loved when your makeup smeared. When your eyes watered and your throat clenched around him like it missed him.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he groaned, fingers tightening in your hair. “My dirty little cumdump. Just a hole I can fuck anytime I want.”
And he did. Hallways, in the middle of the field after everyone was gone, sometimes at your home. He’d bend you over with your panties stuffed in your mouth, slam into you while you sobbed and begged for mercy you never got.
This time he yanked you up, flipped you around and bent you over the desk. No prep or lube, only spit and raw need. He shoved in like he owned you. He’d branded you with his cock so many times your body opened for him automatically. You moaned, brain slipping out of reach as he fucked you hard and filthy.
Each thrust slammed into your g-spot, intensifying the pleasure too sharp. You were drooling and barely conscious at this point. All you could think about was Sae and his cock stretching you wide.
He grabbed your throat, leaned down to whisper in your ear. “Gonna stuff you full again,” he said molten. “Already leaked out the last two loads. Can’t waste a single drop.”
Your pussy fluttered like it wanted to be used.
“Tell me what you are.”
You gasped, “Y-your cumdump.”
“Louder.”
“I’m your cumdump!” you sobbed loudly.
“Good girl.”
He slammed in deep. Hips jerking as he filled you again with hot, thick, endless mess. Your cry mixed to his deep groan. You were pushed to the brink, the stretch and pressure too much, too perfect. His cum dripped down your thighs the second he pulled out, but he didn’t let it fall far.
No.
He shoved two fingers in, pushed it back up. He groaned again at the sight of your messy cunt swallowing his spend like it was made for it. Then he snapped a photo with his phone.
“For another time,” he said flatly, tucking himself back in. “When I’m jerking off on an away-game.”
You collapsed onto the desk, dazed, used and aching, and then the door creaked open. Sae didn’t even flinch, only looked over his shoulder.
“She’s mine,” he said, like it explained everything. “And she likes being ruined.”
Aiku shouldn’t have walked in, he knew that. But he had and now he couldn’t get it out of his head. The way your back arched, the way Sae held your throat and the obscene slick sounds echoing in the small office like it was something out of a porn. You’d been wrecked and dripping. You didn’t even flinch when Sae snapped a picture of his cum leaking out of you. You looked proud of it.
So yeah, Aiku had ideas. The next day when Sae was busy with interviews and you were alone, bent over your phone reading a text, Aiku saw an opening.
“Hey,” he said all flirty. “Didn’t expect you to be so down for a quick fuck like that.”
You blinked. “What?”
“C’mon,” he chuckled, stepping closer. “I’m not Itoshi, but I can make you feel good. You were so hot yesterday. Bet you’re always wet like that, huh?”
His hand brushed your hip, fingers sliding dangerously close to your ass.
You stepped back and whispered, “Don’t touch me.”
He raised his hands like it was a joke. “Relax. I just thought—”
“You thought wrong,” you snapped, walking away before your heart gave out, but it stayed with you.
It clung to you. The way Aiku looked at you, like you were free-use. Like being Sae’s cum dump meant you were anyone’s. You didn’t tell Sae. You couldn’t.
What if he agreed? What if the thought of sharing you with others turned him on? What if he got bored of you? What if you ruined it?
So you stayed quiet and days later, when Sae slipped behind you in the hall, arms wrapping around your waist to pull you into his chest like he sometimes did - you flinched. You flinched like it wasn’t him and instantly Sae froze.
“Hey,” he said seriously. “What was that?”
You shook your head too fast. “Nothing. You just surprised me—”
“You don’t get surprised,” he said, stepping in front of you now to scan your face. “You always know when it’s me. You melt when it’s me.”
You looked away. “I’m just tired.”
But Sae didn’t buy it, not for a second. His fingers brushed your jaw, trying to be gentle. “Did someone touch you?”
Your silence was louder than any answer.
“Who?”
Your lips trembled. “It wasn’t like that—he just—he saw us and thought I was… easy.”
Sae’s pupils narrowed and his jaw ticked once, then twice. “Who?”
You whispered, “Aiku.”
Sae was gone before you could stop him.
He found Aiku in one of the gyms. All casual, sipping on his protein shake like he hadn’t crossed a LINE so deep he was practically buried in Sae’s shit list.
“Hey, Itoshi,” Aiku called, half a smirk on his lips. Sae didn’t respond as he stepped up to him, the air around them downright cracking with tension.
Aiku’s smirk dropped and he tensed. “Whoa, what’s going on—”
Sae was in front of him before he could finish the sentence, hand clamped tight around his throat. He slammed him hard against the wall. “You touched her?”
Aiku choked. “What—”
“You touched what’s mine?” Sae leaned in, his eyes filled with rare furry. “You looked at her like she was a free-use toy after watching me stuff her full and then you put your hands on her?”
“Itoshi, fuck… okay, back up—”
“I don’t back up.” Sae squeezed harder. “Do you know what ID do to anyone who breathed wrong in her direction?”
Aiku gasped, face reddening.
Sae leaned closer, voice dropping into something cold and hollow. “You think she’s just some slut I use? That she’s available to anyone just because I fuck her in the hallway? That’s your mistake. She isn’t some hole I use. She’s mine. She’s sacred. She’s the only thing that keeps me from losing myself and you dared to touch her?”
Sae dropped him and Aiku hit the ground hard, coughing and clutching his throat. Sae stood over him, shoving his hands in his pockets, eyes blazing.
“You don’t touch her. You don’t look at her. You don’t even think about her unless you want your name scraped off a stone.” he crouched beside him, head tilted like a wolf circling a wounded animal. “Next time I even feel you near her, I’ll peel the skin off your face before you know you’re dead.”
He stood, dusted off his pants and walked away. No one dared stopping him, because they felt what he was. What she meant to him.
Itoshi Sae wasn’t in love, he was possessed.
In the meantime you went home. Too shaken up from what happened today. You tried to focus on the silence when Sae opened the door. He had used the spare key you once gave him, drunk off his cock.
You looked up and… it was a lot.
His expression was tight and neither of you spoke. And then he was stripping. His shoes came off first, followed by his jacket. His shirt. His belt. Pants. Boxers. Everything peeled away like he couldn’t stand a single inch between you.
You sat frozen, heart pounding. “Sae?”
He didn’t speak, not until he was completely naked. And then he crossed the room and sank to his knees in front of you, forehead pressed to your stomach.
“I should’ve protected you,” he murmured. “He touched what’s mine.”
Your fingers slipped into his hair. “You scared me earlier.”
“I know.” he looked up, teal eyes bare and burning. “I’ll never let you flinch again. I swear it.”
He kissed you slowly and when he guided you back onto the bed it wasn’t rushed or rough. It was complete, because this time Sae needed all of you. He crawled over you and started stripping you naked until you were skin on skin. No clothing, no barrier, just feverish heat and want. Your legs parted and he lined himself up.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he whispered. “Let me all the way in. I need to feel every inch of you.”
You did and when he pushed inside, it was differet. It was deeper and slower, a stretch that felt like he was carving his name into you. Your nails raked down his back as he rolled his hips, grinding into you like he wanted to fuse you together. To leave nothing untouched.
“You’re not just mine,” he groaned. “You’re me. My reason. My peace. My obsession.”
You whimpered as his thrusts grew desperate, needy. Like his soul was clawing its way into yours through every inch of skin.
His hands were everywhere—your hips, your face, your throat, your thighs—holding you down, holding you close.
“I saw red,” he panted. “When he said he touched you, I lost my mind. You don’t know what I’d do to someone who thinks they can take you.”
“Sae—”
“I’d kill for you.” he buried himself to the Hilt, groaning deep in his chest as your walls fluttered around him, wet and full and trembling.
“I’m gonna cum,” he breathed. “Gonna fill you again. So deep. I want you leaking for days. I want you dripping proof that no one else will ever touch you.”
When he came, it was endless. Hot and thick, flooding you completely as he held you tight. His chest pressed to yours, lips ghosting against your cheek. No separation. No air. Just him, all of him. He didn’t pull out and roll away. He stayed inside you, wrapping his arms around your waist, holding your body against his like a lifeline.
“You’re safe,” he whispered. “As long as I breathe, you’re mine.”
yk what i hate though. is when i find a meme and im like THIS IS SO [cool intimidating mutual i never talk to] I SHOULD SEND IT TO THEM but then i remember ive never talked to them ever and so i cant just like give them a meme out of the blue and so the meme just withers and rots in my camera roll 😔
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i know i say this often but i cannot say it loud enough: people who comment on fics, people who reblog posts and engage with fanworks are the people who generate community and without them fandom would be nowhere, so truly thank you for your presence, you make the world go 'round <3
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