You Don't Have To Run

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**

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!

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.

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

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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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.