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You don't have to run

Just dropping some heart-warming shit

Warnings: Smut

All characters aged up ofc

The stillness in your apartment was almost palpable, the faint hum of the city beyond the windows barely cutting through the quiet. Jo Togame, the untouchable, second-in-command gang leader, sat just a few feet away from you—close enough to reach out, but distant in a way that always kept you guessing. You watched him stretch out on the couch, the soft light from your lamp casting shadows across his face. Jo’s usual sharpness had dulled, replaced by a kind of vulnerability that you had never seen in him before. It felt like a fragile moment—something rare and fleeting, like trying to hold onto smoke. You stood up, needing a moment to gather yourself. The air between you both was charged, heavy with unspoken things. Jo glanced up, watching as you moved toward the kitchen, but he didn’t say anything.

“Everything okay?” you asked, leaning against the counter. The words came out quieter than you expected. Jo didn’t answer right away. Instead, he shifted, sitting up a little, eyes fixed on yours. “You ever wonder what it’s like to stop running from the truth? Running from your feelings?” he asked, the question hitting harder than anything before. You weren’t sure how to respond. Jo was always on the move—whether out with Choji or involved in gang activities. But now, here, in the quiet of your apartment, he seemed almost... tired. Tired of the chase, tired of the hype, tired of carrying the weight of being second, and tired of keeping his distance to avoid seeming vulnerable. “I think about it sometimes,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. You took a step closer, feeling the pull between you grow stronger with every passing second.

Jo’s eyes flickered with something soft and searching. “I’ve never been good at stopping. It’s easier to keep going and pretend that everything we do is right.” There was a weight to his words, something that spoke of long nights and endless roads, of pushing people away before getting too close. But here, now, Jo wasn’t pushing you away. If anything, he seemed to be pulling you closer. You moved toward him, sitting down beside him on the couch. The space between you felt charged, your heart pounding in your chest. You could feel the warmth of Jo’s body next to yours, the subtle rise and fall of his breath. Jo looked at you, and for the first time, you saw something raw and real in his eyes—a need, a desire, something unspoken but undeniable.

“You don’t have to run here,” you said softly, your voice trembling just slightly. Your hand hovered near his, unsure but wanting to bridge that final distance. Jo’s gaze dropped to your hand, and for a moment, he seemed to consider something. Then, slowly, almost cautiously, he reached out and placed his hand over yours. The contact sent a spark through you, the warmth of his touch igniting something deep within. For a second, the world seemed to stop. It was just you and Jo, the air between you electric with tension. You leaned in, closing the distance, your breath mingling with his. Jo didn’t pull away. Instead, he met your gaze with an intensity that made your pulse race, his green eyes dark and filled with something you couldn’t quite name. The moment stretched, thick with anticipation, and you could feel the shift—the closeness, the quiet invitation, the shared understanding that something was about to happen. Jo’s lips parted slightly, and you felt the pull between you grow impossibly stronger. You closed the final gap, your lips brushing against his, soft and tentative at first. But as Jo responded, the kiss deepened, becoming something fierce, something hungry.

His hand slid up your arm, pulling you closer, and you could feel the heat building between you both, the tension that had been simmering for so long finally breaking. You pressed closer, the softness of his lips contrasting with the intensity of the moment. Jo’s other hand found your waist, fingers digging in just enough to make you shiver. You responded in kind, your own hands moving to pull him closer, to feel the heat of his body against yours. Every movement felt like a release, like something long overdue finally falling into place. He picked you up and carried you to the bedroom.

Jo’s grip tightened around your waist, pulling you firmly against him as his lips found your neck, trailing soft kisses along your skin. The warmth of his breath sent a shiver down your spine, and a quiet moan escaped your lips, the sound igniting something deeper within him. His hands wandered lower, sliding over your hips and squeezing gently, fingers pressing into you with a sense of urgency. For a moment, Jo pulled back, eyes locking onto yours, searching for approval in the silence that hung between you. You gave a slow, deliberate nod, your heart racing with anticipation. With a smirk that was both playful and intense, Jo pushed you gently toward the bed. You lay back, breath shallow, as Jo hovered above you, the tension thick in the air—electric and undeniable.

His lips found yours again, and this time the kiss was more urgent, more heated. Your arms wrapped around Jo’s neck, pulling him closer, and the kiss deepened, becoming something more—a raw, unspoken need passing between you. Your heart pounded as you whispered against his lips, “I want you.” Jo exhaled sharply at your words, his breath warm against your skin. With deliberate movements, he helped you pull off your shirt, tossing it aside before quickly shedding his own. You could feel the heat of his bare skin against yours as he kissed down your neck, across your collarbone, and lower, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

Jo’s mouth reached your chest, lingering there as your breath quickened, his kisses moving slowly down your stomach. Each touch sent waves of anticipation through you, building with every inch he descended. You moaned softly, the sound of his name slipping from your lips as you watched him, your face flushing with the closeness of it all.

Jo’s eyes flickered up to meet yours, and for a moment, everything paused—the world shrinking down to just the two of you, bathed in the intimacy of the moment. A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he kissed the top of your sweatpants, fingers hooking beneath the fabric. With deliberate care, Jo pulled them down, your underwear following suit. You lifted your hips to help him, feeling the cool air against your skin as you lay vulnerable beneath him.

Jo’s lips brushed against your inner thighs, teasing, drawing out the tension between you. You squirmed beneath his touch, the anticipation nearly overwhelming. "Patience, baby girl," Jo whispered, his voice low and teasing. “I’m just getting started.” You nodded, biting your lip to stifle the words on the tip of your tongue. But before you could say anything, Jo kissed you again, his lips finding yours with a sudden intensity that stole your breath. You moaned against his mouth, fingers threading through his hair as he kissed you deeper, the world around you fading into the background.

Jo’s lips began to move lower again, tracing a path down your body that made your pulse race. You couldn’t help but arch against him, the heat between you building with every touch, every glance, every whisper of his name. A low, primal groan escaped Jo’s lips as he continued, the sound vibrating through you and sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. His lips and tongue moved with precision, tasting every inch of you with a hunger that seemed endless. As you gasped, feeling the intensity of his movements, Jo's hand slowly trailed down your thigh before his fingers found your center.

With deliberate care, Jo slipped his middle finger inside you, eyes flicking up to meet yours, watching closely for your reaction. Your breath hitched, and you could see the intensity in Jo’s gaze, studying the way your body responded to his touch. When you nodded, a soft, breathless approval, Jo didn’t hesitate—adding his ring finger, the stretch sending a new surge of heat through you.

He began moving his fingers slowly, curling them just right as he pumped in a steady, deliberate rhythm. The pressure built with every thrust, each movement in sync with the rhythm of his mouth on you. Jo’s lips never left your skin, continuing to devour you with an intensity that had you arching your back, your fingers gripping the sheets beneath you.

The dual sensation of his fingers inside you and his tongue against you was overwhelming. Your breath came in shallow, uneven gasps as Jo increased the pace, fingers plunging deeper, expertly finding the spots that made you cry out, your body trembling under his touch. You could feel yourself teetering on the edge, your body tightening as the familiar wave of pleasure built deep inside you, ready to crash. But just as you were about to reach that peak, Jo suddenly pulled away, leaving you trembling and breathless, your release snatched from you. A desperate whine escaped your lips, “Whyyy?” The frustration in your voice was undeniable, your body aching for the high you were so close to.

Jo smirked down at you, his eyes dark with intensity. "Because," he murmured, his voice low and husky, "you can only cum on my cock." The raw edge of his words sent a fresh surge of heat through you, leaving you helpless under his gaze. He leaned down, capturing your lips in a slow, heated kiss, his tongue teasing yours as his hands roamed your body with possessive tenderness. “I’m going to make love to you,” Jo whispered against your lips, their words a soft promise that made your heart race. You watched as they quickly discarded their bottoms, the fabric falling away to reveal their heavy, aching length. The sight alone made your breath hitch in anticipation, the hunger between you palpable. Jo shifted, positioning himself between your legs, the weight of his body pressing down against you. With one hand, he gripped the base of his cock, guiding it to your entrance, teasing you with the slow, deliberate glide of his shaft along your slick folds. The friction was maddening, the wetness of your arousal clinging to him, heightening every sensation. He rubbed himself against you, sliding his length up and down, teasing you with the promise of what was to come. You squirmed beneath him, your hips instinctively arching toward him, craving more. Jo’s gaze never left yours, his eyes filled with desire and something deeper, more intimate. The moment stretched, thick with anticipation as he continued to tease, his cock pressing against you but not yet entering, making you ache for him.

Jo slowly eased himself into you, his breath catching as he tried to maintain control, his eyes squeezing shut to fight off the overwhelming urge to finish too soon. The sensation of being inside you was almost too much, the heat and tightness making him groan low in his throat. You could feel the tension in his body, and instinctively, you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, urging him deeper inside. The movement caused him to slide further in, and Jo’s head dropped forward, his lips brushing your neck as he gasped, “Oh, fuck…” The curse slipped from him, heavy with the weight of his restraint, as he pushed in deeper, inch by inch.

Your moans filled the space between you, soft and breathless, your lips grazing his ear as you clung to him, bodies perfectly in sync. His hands gripped your hips, anchoring you beneath him as he leaned down to capture your mouth in a slow, heated kiss, the connection between you electrifying. Finally, Jo bottomed out, his length buried fully inside you, and both of you let out a shared sigh of pleasure, the sensation overwhelming. The moment lingered, the intensity of being completely connected, your bodies entwined, creating a closeness that felt almost sacred. Jo began to move slowly, his rhythm deliberate and controlled as he settled into a steady pace. He buried his face in the curve of your neck, his breath hot and erratic against your skin. As he increased his pace, his whispers turned into a low murmur of desire, his words a mix of dirty promises and fervent encouragement. “Oh, baby... I-I’m gonna…” he breathed heavily, his voice trembling with the intensity of his pleasure. The intensity of his touch, coupled with the speed of his thrusts, was almost too much to bear. You felt yourself shatter, your body responding uncontrollably as you came with a cry, the pleasure overwhelming. The clenching of your walls around him pushed Jo closer to his own release, the tightness driving him wild.

“Shit, I-I’ve got to pull out…” Jo moaned, his voice strained, yet filled with admiration. “Mmm, so good... you’re doing so well, baby,” he panted, his movements becoming more erratic as he fought to hold back. Your body was a whirlwind of sensations, and the only sounds you could make were incoherent gasps and moans. As Jo started to pull back, the loss of contact made you desperate. You gripped your legs tighter around him, your voice trembling as you managed to say, “Inside…” The plea pushed Jo over the edge, and he groaned loudly, his thrusts growing frantic and desperate. He sealed his lips against yours in a frantic kiss, and as you tightened around him once more, he could no longer hold back. He released into you with a shudder, ropes of warmth spilling inside, the intensity of his climax palpable.

Jo buried his face in your neck again, his breaths coming in ragged, uneven gasps. “Oh, baby,” he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction and tenderness. You responded by trailing kisses along his neck, moving up to his jaw, savoring the closeness and the shared moment of intimacy. "I love you," he whispered into your ear, and you responded back, heart swelling.

**I actually put effort into this**

Your Only Girl Pt 4

Read warning from pt 1, 2, 3

He moves your hands and straightens up. He scans your body and licks his lips. You watch as he slowly unbuckled his belt, never taking his eyes off of yours. He pulls his pants and underwear down and his cock pops out. You go from looking at his face to looking at his cock. He steps out of the clothing and crawls his way up to your face. He gives you a soft kiss and then leans over to the nightstand, you stop him before he opens it and he looks back at you with wide eyes. You two say no words but you nod and his face lights up. He groans at the thought of entering you raw. Yall haven't done it raw besides your first time which was in high school (heat of the moment sex). He shivers and begins to rub the head of his long and thick cock onto your lips. You moan and he grabs your left leg and sets it on his shoulder and holds the knee out for the other as he begins to enter you. He kisses your ankle with his eyes closed as he enjoys the feeling of entering you. You moan, trying to adjust to his size. He takes your legs and wraps them around your waist and you tighten your legs which makes him slide in further. You both moan. He bites his lip and squeezes his eyes shut doing his best not to nut from feeling your warm tight cunt wrap around him bare. If anyone was to ask him, this was his paradise. He finally bottoms out and doesn't move for a second, you kiss his shoulder as he tucks his head into your neck. He stays still for a moment and takes a deep breath. "I -" you begin to speak but he slams his lips against yours. He knew what you were gonna say and he would have come on the spot if it had come out. He finally begins to move at a slow and shallow pace to allow you to get adjusted. He groans at the feeling and you moan into his ear. He starts to stroke harder and longer but maintains the slow speed. He places his hands on the sides of your head and then begins to speed up. His thrust so precise and calculated. You moan loudly. He whispers how much he loves you and would never hurt you. He speeds up the pace and his hand shoots to your neck. He knows how much you like that. Yall begin fucking like dogs in heat. Feeling as if yall were trying to race each other to the finish line. "Y/N" He whimpers, that makes you tighten up around him. "Fuuuuuckkkk" he says at the feeling. He's doing his best not to come but he can't think straight. You take your hands and place it on his cheeks. He finally makes eye contact with you and an "I love you, Toru" comes out of your mouth and he moans loudly, "Awww fuckkkkkkkk" he says as he releases into you but doesn't stop thrusting. You tighten up feeling the heat in your stomach about to burst. You cum with a silent scream. He moans more and cums into you more from feeling the tightness of your precious cunt. He leans over and places his head in the crook of your neck. He's slowly thrusting, with no rhythm at all. "Y/N, I'm in love with you and only you." He says breathless. You nod and he feels your head move. He looks up at your fucked out face and smiles. You hug each other and he apologizes again. "I won't do or allow that anymore but you gotta admit, you're fucking hot when you're mad. Had my dick hard and my heart hurting" Yall laugh together and when the laughter dies down, Gojo speaks, "I want to be with you for the rest of my life. The one and only for me and baby I will do whatever to make sure that happens."

You can definitely say that although the situation was upsetting, the sex was definitely worth it.

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.

Your Only Girl Pt 2

**Not proof read but all my stuff is copyrighted** Warnings- Smut Roughness

link to part one here: https://www.tumblr.com/chocoyanchan/760112602364936193/your-only-girl-pt-1?source=share

You finally reach the car, and your best friend is already in with the car started. She knew how you were when you get angry and her first thought was to get you off the premises. As soon as you place your hand on the door, Gojo appears right behind you and stops you from opening the door. "Fucking move!" You yell, trying your best to pull the door. You make eye contact with your best friend and she leans across the seat to open the door. Gojo pushes onto it causing it to slam shut. "So you were just gonna leave without saying anything?" He said with a smirk on his face. He knew you were pissed and his finding it amusing only pissed you off more. "Move!" you yell, he pushes you slightly to the car, your back now on it and your face looking into his chest. He motions for your best friend to roll down the window. "I'm taking her home." He says. Without letting your best friend speak, he picks you up and throws you over his shoulder. You hit and kick to get out of his grip but it seems to get tighter. Yall get to the car and he unlocks it with one hand while keeping one hand wrapped around you. He slowly and gently places you in the car and buckles your seat belt. You cuss under your breath, "Fuck you." He pretends not to hear you. He shuts the car door and walks to his side. He hops in and starts the car up. You can feel his eyes burning into you but you keep your face towards the window and arms crossed. The car ride was extremely silent. The only sounds were the ones of the car and the environment outside. You get to your apartment and you quickly unbuckle your seat belt and storm to get inside. "Y/N!" Gojo yells as you storm into the apartment. He follows behind you. You ignore him. He looks up with a mischievous smirk. "Baby, you aren't really mad are you?" You continue to ignore him and storm into your shared bedroom. You snatch a suitcase out of the closet and start throwing things in it. "I'm done with you Gojo. I'm not aa fucking joke!" You say trying your hardest not to cry. Yall have been together officially for five years but have known each other for fifteen. Every memory rushes through your head as you continue packing. He stands at the door watching you. His smirk long gone. "Y/N" He says softly but you can hear the feelings in his voice. "Fuck you! Go be with the bitch you let be over you! I can't fucking believe it!" You yell. You began to go off about how long you have been together and how you are tired of his womanizing and games. You zip your suitcase angrily and yank it towards the door. "Move." you say. He stays still. "Move and I won't say it again." You say. He moves over slightly and you squeeze through.

Your Only Girl Pt 1

**Not proof read but all my stuff is copyrighted** my dad died so I'm doing all I can to get my mind off of it so here we are Warnings- Smut (of course) Roughness Jealousy

Everyone is laughing and mingling around. The building is extravagant. Nanami decided to finally host a get-together after years of you begging. Of course, he kept things classy and went the dinner and mingle route. You follow closely to Gojo, occasionally speaking to people, you don't know too many people but then your best friend walks in. As Gojo walked and talked to people, you decided to talk with your best friend. The conversation went on for minutes and then you noticed across the extremely large gathering hall a figure standing close to Gojo. You can see the figure laughing and touching him. Your best friend looks at you and you nod. Yall move closer, trying not to seem like a worried or nosey girlfriend despite being nosey. The closer you got, the more you noticed her features. She was a woman who seemed to be around your age (26), with light brown colored hair, fair skin, coke sized body, and around 5'2, the same height as you. You were 5'2, darker skin, with a petite but athletic build (You always told your friends that you don't have a butt or titties and they would laugh but you knew the truth). You smiled and stayed calm. The girl laughs obnoxiously loud and rubs he hands down Gojo's chest. He catches your eye and instead of pushing her off, he egged her on. Your blood boiled and that soft smile you had turned into a frown. She reaches up and whispers into his ear. The entire encounter, he is looking into your eyes.

You nod an 'okay bet' nod and walk towards them. You tap the girl's shoulder and she looks back at you. "And you are?" she says with the bitchiest attitude. "His girlfriend." You say bluntly. She then laughs in your face. "HAHA bye, if you were his girlfriend, you aren't now. He's mine." You look at her with a blank stare. You then look up to Gojo and he takes a step back. "She's my girlfriend." is all he says. Your mouth drops at the sentence. He didn't deny anything she said. You were pissed. You keep a blank look as you turn toward the door. You storm out with your best friend right behind you. 'I can't fucking believe this! I can't do these women constantly flirting and him not stopping it immediately. Fuck being nice! He could have said something" You yell as you walk to your best friend's car. Your body heated and your eyes filled with tears. You storm toward her car, going off about the situation as your best friend listens.

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**

Hate f*cking is def on my list just bc of this lmfaoo

ENEMIES & FUCK BUDDIES! — TOJI FUSHIGURO

SYNOPSIS...you and toji are both rival assassins who absolutely despise each other, but for some reason can't keep your hands off of one another when you're alone

INFO...toji x assassin fem!reader, hate sex, angry sex, name calling (bitch, asshole, slut), pet names (sweetheart, baby), guns mentioned, fight scenes, knife mentioned, blood mentioned, hair pulling, choking, slapping, spanking, doggy, riding, sweet ending, not proofread

OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated

"Fuck...you," you manage to grunt out as Toji is plowing your pussy, the sheer force of his hips sending you forward. You hold onto your bedsheets as support, toes curling when the tip of his cock kisses your cervix.

"You're doing that right now, sweetheart," he replies with a snarky tone, landing a harsh smack across your plump ass, watching the way it ripples from the impact. "You're such a fucking bitch." His hand grabs a fistful of your hair, pushing your face down into the mattress as he somehow thrusts into your faster, his pace unrelenting.

You and Toji were rival assassins, always seeming to run into each other when you were both assigned to take out the same target. Of course the morey was on the line, and to get a one up on the other. He'd kill your target and sometimes you'd kill his. It was an ongoing feud between the two of you that never seemed to end. Some of the time it ended in you fighting each other, punches thrown, bullets fired, blood spills on the floor. All that was no use, though considering your target escaped. He'd blame you and you'd blame him.

He's costs you some good paying jobs, ruining your rank. You hated his guts just like he hated yours. But one thing you couldn't deny was how attracted you both were to each other. His eyes scanning over your body while yours stared at his plump limps. The tension was there, both of you were completely aware of that. So thick you could cut it with a knife. It was no surprise when after your very first fight with each other, you guys ended up ripping each others clothes off. As for the target? They escaped. And it went that way every single time no matter if the mission was completed or failed. His lips were on yours every time, fucking you with pure hate.

Though, this mission was different. Toji was assigned to kill you. You already had a hunch, you were one of the best trained assassins. As soon as he came knocking on your door, you knew he wasn't here to have conversation over cup of coffee because he fired shots right through your door before breaking it down. "You still alive, baby?" He laughed, wood creaking under his heavy boots.

"Unfortunately for you, yes." You fired shots right back at him, before running towards him to throw a punch. Your house was left a mess after the fight, a small cut on your cheek as you tried to catch your breath.

"Wanna call it a truce, sweetheart? I'm outta ammo," he chuckled, tossing his gun into the middle of the floor.

"You're a really bad liar, Toji!" You called out from behind the wall, looking at how much ammo you had left. One bullet. You rolled your eyes in annoyance, looking at the bullet holes that littered your wall and the array of useless guns on the floor. Shattered glass from your expensive vases at your feet.

"Awe, come on! You don't trust me?" You could hear the smirk in his voice.

"You literally came here to kill me." You slowly stood up against the wall, peeking out from behind it to see if you could spot where Toji was hiding. You raised your gun, carefully stepping over the glass.

"And? Isn't that our job?" You followed his voice towards the kitchen, playing defensive as you stayed alert of your surroundings.

"It is, baby," you smiled. "Which is why I'm gonna kill you first." You quickly turned the corner to the kitchen, finger on the trigger ready to shoot. Toji wasn't there.

"You put a lot of faith in yourself. I like that," he whispered from behind you. You quickly turned around and pulled the trigger, but he grabbed your wrist to divert your arm, the bullet scraping his arm. "You really just tried to shoot me!" He said in disbelief. He knocked the gun out of your hand, swiftly pinning your arms behind your back and holding a knife to your throat.

"Do it," you demanded. You felt the sharpness of the blade press into your skin, anticipating for the moment he sliced your neck open, but he pulled the blade away, pushing you away from him. Immediately, you turned around and looked at him with furrowed brows. "What are you doing?"

He just stared at you, blood staining his busted lip as he held the knife in his hand. "I can't fucking stand you." He threw the knife down, taking your face in his hands and pulling you in for a rough kiss, tongues moving so messily against each other.

"You're a pussy," you laughed at him for not being able to kill you while simultaneously pulling his shirt off.

"Shut the fuck up already," he growled.

Now, here you were, face mushed into the mattress, his dick reaching deep inside of you. Your eyes clenched shut, teeth clenched as he sweet spot over and over again. Though, you wouldn't let him get the satisfaction of knowing that. "Fuck me right or don't do it at all!" You taunted.

You heard a chuckle leave his lips, his grip on your hair tightening before trailing down to the back of your neck, gripping onto it as he lifted your body, your back now pressed against his sweaty chest. "Repeat that for me?" He snaked his hand around your throat, squeezing it.

"I said fuck me right or don't do it all," you spoke with full confidence. In a split second, he threw you back down on the bed, flipping you over onto your back like a rag doll as he pushed your legs apart, his thick cock slamming into your dripping hole. "Fuck!" You cried out.

"Is that good enough for you, slut?" He trapped your legs against your chest, his shaft dragging against your velvety walls. His heavy balls slapped against your ass, his hand wrapped tightly around your delicate throat. "I fucking hate you," he pummeled your pussy.

"I fucking hate you too," you snarled, the palm of your hand making contact with his cheek. Toji was shocked for a second before a grin began forming at the corner of his lips, his eyes darkening as he stared down at you. He returned the slap, a small whimper leaving your lips. "S-shit...mmmm." You bite down on your bottom lip.

"You hate me but this pussy says otherwise. I think she loves me." His snarky comment makes your eyes narrow, but you can't say that he isn't right. Your cunt squeezes around him, sucking him back in as he threatens to pull out each time. "Ohhh fuck, goddamn you feel so good," he grunted.

You place your hands on Toji's chest, using your strength to push him off of you and put him on his back, straddling him before you sink down onto his cock, aggressively and eagerly slamming your hips onto his. "You don't get to have all the fun, asshole." This time, your hand wraps around his throat, choking him. He can't help but stare up at you with mixture of lust and hate, watching the way your hips fluidly move as you ride him. Your eyes flutter shut as the bliss takes over you, pleasure coursing through your veins as you grow closer nd closer to your orgasm. "Ah, fuck!" You moan.

"Ride me like you mean it. I know you could do better than that." His large hand swats your ass as your pussy glides up and down his cock, a creamy ring forming at the base as it drips down his balls and makes a sticky mess between your thighs.

"Shut...shut the hell up!" Your brows furrow in pleasure, your body heating up as bring yourself closer and closer, teetering on the edge. "Yes! Yes!" Your entire body shudders, broken moans leaving your lips as you ride out your orgasm.

"Fuck, sweetheart," Toji's heavily breaths, his abs tensing up as he feels your cunt pulsating around him. Without warning he cums inside of you, rutting his hips against yours, ropes cum shooting deep inside of you. "Shit! Oh, shit!" He holds onto your waist tightly, eyes rolling back as he buries himself in your pussy.

"You came inside of me?!" You slap his chest.

"Not a big deal, get you a plan b tomorrow." He tries to catch his breath, a small smirk on his face.

"Whatever." You roll your eyes. You let out a small gasp when he pulls you down to his chest, hugging you. "What are you doing?" You asked, slightly confused.

"Just shut up and let me do what I need to do." He sighs. There's a moment of silence between you two as your two sweaty bodies press against each other.

"I had a clear shot on you in the hallway when you first came in," you blurt out, slowly moving your head up to look at him.

His eyes meet yours. "I had a clear shot on you in the living room."

"Why didn't you kill me?" It was a genuine question. The Toji Fushiguro was known to complete his missions—obviously that was before he met you.

"I could ask you the same." His thumb gently graces over the small cut on your cheek.

"Maybe...I like having you around." You admit, tracing circles on his skin.

"Yeah? Well, I've got a soft spot for you too." He has a small smile on his face as he stares at you with half lidded eyes.

"What about your mission?" Your voice is riddled with concern. Knowing how things work with an agency, they'll be after him just like they'll be after you. Both of you being hunted down for money, a large red target on your heads.

"Fuck the mission," he scoffed.

A small laugh erupts from your chest, "you kinda already did."

"Okay, smart ass," he rolls his eyes with a laugh.

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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.”

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.

Nobody understands the bond between a girl and the mediocre book she read when she was 13 years old.

"Don't ever take relationship advice from your friends again"

Synopsis- Your friends don't like Gojo so they try to get in your head.

Warning: Fluff, Mention of sex

It was a warm night so you decided to go out with your friends for a girls night. Gojo begged you not to go. He kept telling you that your friends are bad influences and that they don't like him. You kissed his cheek and tried to reassure you that your friends love him but he wasn't believing it. You wore a short yellow plaid mini skirt with a white crop top. You bent over to put on your white converse to compliment your outfit. "Baby, I love you and I don't usually care what you wear but that skirt should be for my eyes only." He said, his hands snaked to your waste as he put his head in to your neck. "Gojo, it's not that short. You can't see much, plus I'll make sure it stays down." He kissed your neck holding you tighter. "Don't go. Stay here and I show you a better time than they can." You giggled and pushed him away. "Later." Was the last thing you said while grabbing your keys and heading out the door, the Uber waiting for you outside. Gojo argued against it but you won of course.

You got dropped off at the bar and your friend group was in the parking lot waiting for you. "Bishhhhhhhh! We missed you!" One friend said as she came and hugged you which led to the others doing as well. Yall walked in and immediately went to the bar. "We gotta get drinks before we catch up." Y/F said. You all ordered your drinks and sat down to finally catch up. You were the last to go. "I mean, I've just been doing the usual. Working and being with Gojo. He's taken me so man-" You said before you was cut off. "Why are you still with him? He ain't shit. He's too friendly and we think he's gonna do you wrong." One of your friends said. You placed your hand over your chest and gasped. "What the hell, where did this come from?" "Y/n, be for real. Look at him, theres no way women aren't throwing their panties at him. He's a man, he's bound to take one of those offers." You looked down at your drink and watched it blankly. You weren't one to overthink but these were your friends and they have always had your back. You bit your lip as you kept your head down in shame. "I have to go to the bathroom." You said as you got up. A few offered to go but you denied the offers. You needed time to yourself. You went into the bathroom and pulled out your phone. The first thing you see was your homescreen of you and him on one of the trips he has taken you on. Tears swelled in your eyes. You clicked Gojo's name and listened as the phone rang. He answered within two rings. "Hey baby, are you okay?" He said. He heard you sniffle. "You cryin?" He said, his voice extremely concerned. "Satoru," you began, "have you been faithful to me?" You questioned. With the sound he made, you knew he scrunched up his face. "Of course I have, why would you..." His voice trailed off as you heard his hand palm his face. "Your friends said some shit, huh? Okay. Be there in five." He said and hung up before you could protest against him showing up on girls night. You used the bathroom and washed your hands. You walked slowly back to the table and sat down. Your bottom lip was between your teeth as you just listened to everyones conversation. The conversations got lower and you weren't sure exactly why. You turn around to see Gojo coming into the bar with the biggest bouquet of flowers you have ever seen. All different colors with a card attached. He did all this in five minutes? You thought to yourself. A smile covered your face as he walked up, making the BIGGEST scene ever. "Attention everyone!" He began to yell. Your could hear your friends scoff but nothing could make you take your eyes away from his. "My girlfriend, y/n, is here with her friends tonight. Friends who don't like me. I wanted to make it publicy known that no matter who doesnt like more or anything like that. NO ONE can get in the way of my love for y/n." He said, your face grew hot, your heart beated fast, and next thing you know, you was in his arms. You knew he was sticking his tongue out at your friends so you tapped his arm playfully. "Let's go my love. Gotta give your friends time to stop hating." He said while grabbing your stuff, the flowers, and you. You laughed as your friends waved you off, they were angry but they have only seen you this happy with him so they let it slide. "Now to give her some cock!" He yelled. "Gojo! TMI" You yelled as you hit his chest. Yall finally got in the car and he placed you in the car, then proceeded to put your stuff in the back seat. After he got in, he looked at you, his eyes were filled with love, lust, and passion. He grabbed your hand, and kissed you so passionately and slow. “Listen to me, don’t ever take relationship advice from your friends again. You might as well be talking to a wall.” He said as he buckled up to start driving. You shook your head and giggled at how serious he was being.

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Just a quick little something to cheer me up after the shitty day I have had.

"Yall in there fuckin?"

Warning: smut - simple as that

He shut the bathroom door quickly. His back to it as he panted. The tent in his pants raised higher. He took a deep breath trying to calm himself. Just a minute ago, he was playing the game of Life with all of his friends. You sat next to him on your knees on the ground laughing and touching his thigh so innocently. He was so flustered and he hoped no one noticed. He knew each touch was innocent but he couldn't help but to think so naughty. He imagined you making lewd noises as he pushed his fingers into your wet cunt. He had never touched it before but he could only imagine how good you felt. He began to reach for the tent in his pants. He slowly unzipped his zipper, pulled down his pants, and touched his large cock which dripped with precum. He hissed at the feeling of just touching it. How could you make him this hard? He wished you knew how you make him feel. He began to stroke it as he bit his lip, hoping no one realized how long he was gone.

His mind drifted to your body and how your skin was so soft. He loved your smile, he could imagine himself rubbing his cock across those beautiful lips. He pumped a little faster thinking of your face covered in his cum. Little moans of your name slipped out. If you only knew what he was doing to the thought of you. You and him had been friends for years. Always flirting when the group hung out together. He loved how your soft hands brushed his arm as you blushed at something he had said. Everyone would joke and try to set y'all up on dates. You both were too shy to actually go through with it. His mind flooded with thoughts of you. He closed his eyes tightly, feeling the knot in his stomach approach. Then there was a knock on the door. "Hey, are you okay?" He froze. It was you. Your angelic voice made him get harder. The feeling of reaching his climax was pushed back as he mustered up the words to respond. "Mhm." was all he could manage to get out. "Are you sure? I can come in if you like." You offered. Your voice was so enticing to him. 'Fuck it', he thought as he cracked the door letting you slip inside. You slip through the small opening and shut the door behind you. You turned around and stopped when you looked at the sight of him holding his cock in his hands. Your face heated up as you looked away and bit your lip. He grabbed your hand and placed it on his cock. You gasped once you made contact with it. This action causes your body to get closer. The heat radiates from both of you. He used his other hand to grab your face and kiss you. You tensed but then melted into his touch. Your hand wrapped around his extremely hard cock, lips never leaving each other. He jumped at the motion. You started to pump your hand as he moaned against your lips. Your lips broke free as you stared him in the eyes as you continued to stroke him. "Fuck." was all he could get out. You smiled innocently. From just looking at your face and that smile, he wouldn't have thought you would do something so inappropriate. You slipped down his body, positioning yourself on the ground. You were face to face with his cock. You never stopped stroking it. He was ready to cum at just the sight of you but this sight made him want to explode. You kissed the tip and he sighed. You looked him in the eyes as you took him into your mouth. He moaned louder than he should have. He felt like he was in Heaven. You bobbed your head as he gripped your hair with his hands. You were taking him so well and he was so close to cumming that he began to thrust into your mouth quickly which cause you to moan, fingers playing with the heat between your legs. His thrusts became sloppy and his grip on your head loosened. You felt him twitch in your mouth. You stuck your tongue out to catch all of his cum. He groaned loudly and you smiled, tongue catching every drop of his juices. You started to close your mouth but he stuck his cock back into it to cover it in cum. He began to smear it all over your lips, shuttering at such a lewd image.

"Yall in there fucking?" A voice came outside of the door. You quickly swallowed and wiped your mouth. He got himself together quickly. "No." He said, trying to speak in his normal voice. His legs were so weak and he just looked at you. You had a smile on your face as you looked back at him. You kissed him really quickly and then opened the door to walk out like nothing happened. Your friend stood by the door with a smirk on her face. You walked past her and winked. He followed behind you both, back into the living room and tried to continue playing the games. Both of your minds were clouded with the thought of each other. You smirked at him and put your next playing card on the table.

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Not edited/ proofread much

Just a little something slight lmfaooo but imagine Gojo, Geto, or Levi thinking of you in such as nasty way

every official art of levi smiling (1/2?)

Pay Attention

Synopsis: You had a long day of training, during the group meeting you zoned out and Levi noticed.

********************WARNING 18+ SMUT***************************

"Get up and stop being fucking lazy!" Levi yelled at one of the newest recruits. The rookie was on his knees struggling to breathe. Levi had a frown on his face. He looked at the boy with disgust. You looked over towards where Levi Ackerman was. You began to feel bad for the kid. You looked away and continued to focus on your training. It was hard to focus with Levi barking orders at his trainees. You tried to focus and kept training until the session was over. Everyone was called into a group to get updates on what was going on outside of the walls and to debrief for the day. You walked over and looked around. Everyone looked tired and defeated. As you scanned the crowd, your eyes met with Levi's. The two of you stared a little longer than normal. You broke eye contact to try to listen to the higher-ups tell you all what's been going on, although your mind couldn't comprehend what they were saying due to your exhaustion. They spoke for about fifteen minutes. You didn't pay attention, you simply couldn't. Your eyes traveled back to look at Levi who was extremely attentive. His body looked so good and he didn't look tired one bit. Your mind drifts to the idea of him. You thought about how long he looked at you, how his face seemed softer when looking at you, how his cheeks had a hint of red tint, and how his eyes looked as if they could read your soul. You imagined his hands rubbing down your body to grip your thighs as he pounded into you. You bit your lip, complelety forgettng where you were. The group disbursed after the meeting andyou stood there still on a daze. "Y/ln!" You heard an angelic voice yell. You were still daydreaming as you turned your head to see Levi trying to get your attention to snap you back to reality. You looked around and noticed everyone was gone. You quickly grabbed your things to head inside.

Your feet dragged as you walked down the halls back to headquarters. You felt gross from all the sweating you have done throughout the day. But your mind stayed active from your recent daydreams. You slowly but surely reached your room, not really paying attention to how you got there. You stripped off your clothes to use your personal bathroom. It was nice that veterans got to have their own bathrooms. You turned the shower on and stepped in. The water was hot but it was a relief to your body. You stood there ideling for a few minutes until your thoughts drifted back to your captain. You began to reach down to your aching area but fought against touching yourself. You shook your head to focus and washed your body. Stepping out, you noticed there was a presence that wasn't there before. You gripped the towel tightly as you walked slowly into the bedroom, only to see Levi sitting on your bed. Your eyes widened. Your daydreams must have been turning into hallucinations. Were you ready that tired? His outfit was different from what he was wearing earlier. He was cleaned up wearing, black slacks and a white shirt button-up shirt. His clothes seemed more formal than what anyone else would wear to wind down but you knew he had a reputation to uphold. "Captain." You said, your breaths becoming heavier at the thought of you being in a towel with Levi sitting on the bed looking right back at you. He scowled at you and shook his head. "Y/n, you've been doing well in your training." He stood up and began walking to you slowly. Your mind was so clouded, this felt unreal to you. You pinched yourself as he got closer. It was definitely not a dream which made your stomach flutter. "But I noticed you weren't listening during the meeting. You've been zoning out a lot lately. You're such a good cadet but your mind wanders a lot. I wonder what you're constantly thinking of." He said. You bit your lip. He finally made his way to you as you stood completely still. His face so close to yours that you could feel his minty warm breath on your lips. The area between your legs now soaking and the grip on your towel loosened a bit. "I was listening, Captain." You said trying not to meet his gaze. Your face was burning from how you were feeling. "What did Erwin say about the upcoming mission for this week?" He asked you, you looked away quickly. His hand reached to touch your chin to make you look at him. "I- I-." You stuttered. "I'm not sure, Captain." You replied, wanting to put your head down but his grip was tight but gentle. His eyes looked into yours deeply. They didn't look like his normal eyes, there was a sort of hunger behind them. "That's what I thought. Why lie to your captain? Fucking brat. I think you need to be disciplined." He said, hand moving from your face to your towel. His eyes never left yours. "I'm sorry, Captain. Do what you must." You said, knowing where this could lead. Who were you to deny an opportunity that you dreamed about? "I see the way you look at me during training. You are so beautiful when you're focused." He said, snatching the towel from your body. "Everything on you mesmerizes me." You gasped as the cold breeze hit your body which caused a shudder. You remained quiet, unable to speak. He brought your face to his and kissed you passionately. After all the nights of you masturbated to the thought of his hands caressing your body and here he was actually doing it. You leaned into his kiss as he deepened it. His hands traced your body, lips never leaving yours as he pushed you to the bed.

Your mouths wrestled until you succumbed to his touch. “Let me teach you what happens when you don't pay attention and lie to your captain.,” He said. You began to touch all over him. You took his shirt revealing his chiseled chest. You moaned at the sight.

He kissed your lower half. His eyes watched you with such passion behind them. Your body squirmed as he kissed down to your inner thighs teasing you. You moaned but then he came back to your face and kissed you again. You tugged at his pants wanting him to pull them off. He pulled his pants and underwear off as his member popped out, slapping his stomach. Your eyes grew wide at the sight of the glistening cock with precum. You reached out to grab it to kiss the swollen tip. His body shuttered. You began to slowly take him into my mouth. “Fuc,k baby.” He said. He took his hand and placed it lightly on the back of your head. You were mentally preparing for him to push your head down onto him more but he caressed your head instead. This caused the heat between your legs to grow started to bob your head faster, using his groans as motivation. You could feel him twitch in my mouth as he released his juices while letting out a loud groan. You looked him in the eyes as you swallowed, and a grin appeared on your face. He was so taken aback by the action. He pulled you up and kissed your lips rough but passionately. He hovered over you, taking his member and rubbing it around your folds. He bit his lip and you gripped his shoulders as he looked down at your soaking-wet cunt with lust and hunger. He slid into you and you both moaned when he was fully in. He gripped your hips as he began to thrust into you. "F-fuck, you're so tight. T-That's right, take my cock you fucking brat." He grunted out. His words cause you to get wetter and clench harder onto him. You both were moaning. You started to notice his thrusts getting sloppy as the ball in your stomach readied to explode. “Oh fuck Levi!” You yelled. He continued his hard sloppy strokes. “I’m going to- '' You struggled to get out. He looked at you and said, “Same time.” He kissed your lips as you both released your juices onto each other, moans coming out of both of your mouths. Bodies sweaty and chests moving up and down fast a you both let out pants. He stayed inside of you as he leaned forward onto your chest. “Next time pay attention, brat.”

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Hiiii!

My name is Myaja (my-ja). I’m 23 & i go by she/her pronouns. I like to read and write, been stuck on hella smut lately lol. Grad schoool.

Currently writing ‘The Affair’. Thinking about writing some smut stories & taking requests but we’ll see.

I’m an open book, feel free to ask anything!

Nothing sums me up better than this 😭

writing fanfic means ignoring my responsibilities all day while imagining how cartoon characters fuck and then being validated by some horny internet stranger with a username like "spitinmybootyholetomiokagiyuu" who says nicer things about me than my parents ever did

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

Listennnnnnn…. Credit to the person who made it but

Idk if I’m into Feitan or Levi more 😩😩

First of all … they are BOTH fine asf.

Second, the remind me of each other

Sooo no one will probably see this but THE ARTTTT. Like BFFR Kurapika ain’t that type of person… or is he?