Gojo Because He Cant Go One Day Without Keeping It In His Pants :// Hes A Slut For Good Pussy Fr

gojo because he can’t go one day without keeping it in his pants :// he’s a slut for good pussy fr

I WAS WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO SAY HIM i bet he would fold so fast for some coochie 🤩 HAHAHA

Warnings: cursing

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~Accidental Reunions~

Miya Atsumu

"Shut up Osamu" The setter muttered in irritation towards his twin who was laughing at his absolute humiliation. Osamu never had something he could tease his brother with that would so easily pick at his nerves, but he finally found his new subject. The reason for all Miya Atsumus teasing. You.

The recent discovery that one of their MSBY Black Jackals teammates was crushing hard on the young, pretty librarian who was sitting in the stands at one of their games had left the team in shambles. It was highly unusual for Atsumu to develop crushes on anyone, but when he saw you in the crowd he had physically felt his heart stop.

The two of you had went to high school together. You could never forget the boy that was Miya Atsumu. He was tall, handsome and Captain of the Inarizaki High Volleyball team when he was a 3rd year and you were in your 2nd. He had never noticed you. Obviously. You weren't the sociable type. You had a small group of friends and by small you meant two. You always had your head in a book. And by some horrible turn of events someone upstairs had decided to give you bad eyesight, crooked teeth and acne. Hence the glasses, braces and multiple face masks. High-school for you was just your awkward phase and even though you had the biggest crush on the blonde Miya twin back then, you knew there was no chance in hell that he would've actually noticed you.

Atsumu had recognized you the minute he saw you in the crowd. The pretty girl who used to sit in his math class because she was too advanced for her own years. The girl that would lend him pencils and help him when he used to get stuck on number problems without any judgment. The girl who had reached into her bag and given him her granola bar because he's stomach had growled in class the day he missed breakfast. He hadn't seen you in years. He would never admit to the small infatuation he used to have on you in high school. Constantly looking for ways to talk to you but you were too smart for the likes of him and eventually he would just give up and settle for watching you from the sidelines.

Osamu had known about this crush for years of course. You were all his brother would talk about for months in high school so when he had followed his twins gaze to the pretty brunette in the stands he couldn't hold back his laugh. "I can't believe it! First girl you ever had a crush on attends the first game of the season. That's a sign. Oh and look at that she's looking right at you"

Atsumu felt his heart tumble when your pretty eyes found his and you held his stare. He watched mezmerised when a small smile curved at your lips and you lifted your hand to give him a cautious wave. He felt giddy. You noticed him. You remembered him. He was going to have to shove off these butterflies before he starts playing or else it was going to be a shitty start to what was supposed to be a good season.

"You know he hasn't taken his eyes off you" Your friend Akira whispered during half time and you turned to look at her.

"Who?" But you knew exactly who she was talking about because your eyes hadn't left him. You watched him play with enthusiasm and everytime their team had scored his eyes would move to the crowd, find yours and he'd smile like that point was made just for you. You knew it was your imagination but still you couldn't help the little tatters of your heart.

"Oh come on! You know exactly who I'm talking about. Does Miya Atsumu know you?" The question made you pause. Did he? Sure you were in the same math class but the fact that he would remember you all these years later was impossible. Right?

"We went to high school together" You murmured.

"Shut up! Were you guys a thing??" Akira grabbed your arm and shook you.

"Uhm no we hardly spoke at all" You turned your attention back to the game and blocked out Akiras excited babbles. This was beginning starting to make you feel like a teenager again.

They had won. They had fucking won! Atsumu was tackled by an excited Bokuto who's screams merged with the crowds.

"That's what I'm talking about! Fucking killed that man! We're celebrating! Tonight" But he wasn't listening. His eyes for what felt like the hundreth time tonight found yours and he visibly melted at the proud grin you were shooting his way. He had to talk to you. He had to.

"I'll catch up with you guys later, man. I gotta go do something first" You watched as the setter slid away from his teammate and made A beeline towards where you were standing . You froze. Was he coming to talk to you?"

"Y/n I'm going to go talk to my friend real quick" Akira squealed knowingly and left you just as the blonde boy came to stand in front of you

"Y/n?" Your eyes widened comically. Did he just say your name or did you imagine it

"Miya." You sounded breathless. Oh fuckity fuck man "That was a great game. You played brilliantly"

He rubbed the back of his neck flushing at your praise and shrugged "It was nothing. Its really good to see you. How-" He cleared his throat "How have you been?"

"Great! Thanks for asking. How've you been?" You asked.

"Better now." You flushed like a school girl "You want to grab a drink with me? Catch up?"

"Uhm sure" You mumbled and he grinned motioning you to walk out of the stadium with him.

"What? Right now? Don't you want to celebrate with you team?" You asked when he grabbed your hand to help you down the staircase.

"Not really. I rather celebrate with you. You look pretty by the way" He said the last sentence quietly and you laughed

"Yes I'm alot better than what I was in high school"

"You were beutiful in high school" He Defended harshly and then clamped his mouth shut when the words spilled. Your walk along the concrete path came to a dead stop.

"Don't lie Atsumu. I was hideous. It's okay I've accepted it" You felt his arm tug you so he could look at you straight in the eye.

"You listen l/n y/n, you were gorgeous in high school and you're even more gorgeous right now. And I don't want to hear it because I'm only supposed to start flattering you when we're in the restaurant so you'll agree to go out with me. You're ruining my game plan"

You physically buzzed. Did he always have this way of making you feel like a school girl . You laughed incredulously making him smile.

"You don't have to flatter me. I'll go out with you regardless " He grabbed your hand again, linking your fingers he smiled to himself.

"I'm going to do it anyway. I have years to make up for"

Gojo fuckers This ur man ?

i'm so deep in the nsfw and anime side of tumblr that i forget this is a multi-content app. like people actually do more than thirst and write fanfics. that amazes me.

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𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: the journey of how you meet dabi one night and slowly soften him up for you

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: this is a repost from my old blog

It was always risky walking home late at night at this hour on this side of town, and you only had to live here for a little while longer, but you hoped, silently prayed, that you could make through the next few months without having an encounter with villains—which had grown all too frequent in this area. You’d been hoping to be able to evade their plots as they lurked through the shadows until you could move closer to where the heroes were seemed far. And this side of town wasn’t for those that were naive like you—tonight was full proof of that.

You heard a small groan, almost inaudible, but you’d caught it come from the alley right by your apartment. You shouldn’t look, you knew that. But as you took another step, you heard a hiss of pain, and a force brought you to turn and head straight to the dark alley, hesitantly speaking up.

“Uhh hello? Is someone there?” Silence. Utter silence. But you stepped forward closer. The more you walked in, the hotter it got, heat radiating around you. “Are… are you okay? Do you need me to call someone?”

“Call someone and see if you make it out alive,” the voice spat. A shiver ran down your spine. And suddenly, you were able to make the figure out clearer. A man with singed scars and staples littering his body, slumped against the wall, smoke emitting from his skin. Poor thing, you thought like a fool. He’d threatened to kill you, and here you were, feeling sorry for his condition.

“Okay,” you said softly. “I won’t call anyone. You need help though, wanna come to my apartment? You can take a cold bath.” He looked at you, gaze piercing through your figure, trying to decide whether you were just an utter fool, or if you were trying to (but poorly failing to) play smart with him. He quickly realized you truly were just dumb, and had he not been in pain, he’d have laughed.

“You’re offering me a cold bath in your apartment to help feel better?” You nodded. “You’re kinda stupid. Just so you know, you should say your prayers when it comes to me, doll.”

“I have food if your hungry, you seem like you’ve been here for a while.” This time, despite the pain that shot through his skin, he did laugh.

-

“Here, just drain the water when it starts to get warm and refill the tub with new cold water. Here’s a rag you can put on your forehead if you’d like. I’ll go make dinner. Is there anything you’d like?” The man looked at you with a raised brow. He decided he might as well make good use off of you, his strength had returned enough to where he could just kill you if you’d turned out to try and cross him.

“I don’t like fish. Don’t make that.”

“Okay, it should be ready in about 30 minutes. I uh… I have old sweatpants and shirts from an ex. They’ll fit you, so you can wear those while I wash your clothes.” He nodded.

“Okay, whatever you say.”

And so began your tradition of starting a cold bath for him and making him dinner as he came into your apartment every few days, finding shelter in your unsuspected home from the authorities as he tried to soothe his burning skin. He didn’t talk too much to you at first, and questions about him were absolutely not a possibility, but eventually, he began to ask you little bits about yourself, piecing together a basic story to your background.

“What’s your name doll? First name.”

“Y/n.”

“This side of towns not for naive little fools like you, you know. What’re you doing here?”

“Well, it’s cheaper here while I finish my studies. I’m almost done, and then maybe I can get a better job.”

“What you got no parents to stay with while you do that?” You looked at your plate for a moment, pondering your next words.

“I moved in with my ex boyfriend, but he uh… he wasn’t exactly who I thought he was.” He raised a brow at you.

“Same one who’s sweats I’ve been parading around in?” You chuckled softly, nodding. Somehow, seeing you laugh didn’t make him want to burn a hole through your chest.

“Yeah, that’s the one. He left me after a few months, and I’m kinda to ashamed to go running back to my parents and admit they were right. So here I am.”

“You’re living in the worst part of town alone because of your pride?” Well, that was one way to put it. You blinked at him for a moment before shrugging.

“I guess you could say that.” He laughed, shaking his head.

“You’ve got more guts than I gave you credit for. I like it, y/n.” And you liked the way he said your name. You didn’t dare ask him for his, content with the progress you’d made tonight. He’d call you by your name. He wouldn’t just get your attention through a quick ‘hey’ anymore.

-

A few weeks passed by, and dinner with him became something you looked forward to every few nights. He always knocked on your window three times, a pause in between the first and second knock, letting you know it was him. Slowly, things had changed slightly around your apartment to accommodate him. More sweatpants and shirts had been bought, groceries were brung home a bit more in quantity, and the silverware and dishes began to sit in the washing machine as enough for two now, instead of one. His visits were a bit more frequent now too, not just for the cooling down after a particularly nasty use of his quirk anymore, but sometimes to just relax somewhere more private, and bask in the peace your presence had brought him. You knew he wasn’t exactly a good man, you could tell there was blood on his hands that even though he didn’t point out, it was obvious. But he didn’t hurt you, and he didn’t seem to reach over and burn random civilians. So, you assumed there was more to him, a man who did not good things because of his own personal beliefs, law and rules be damned. You couldn’t exactly hate him for that, the world was a bit skewed, it favored certain individuals while discarding others to the side. Maybe he was one who was discarded, feeling the cold and unforgiving reality of not being enough. So you looked the other way, not warning to break the rhythm that had developed between the two of you. Tonight, the rhythm had further developed.

“Gonna need to spend the night on the couch again doll, the police have been on the streets a bit more than usual.” You smiled, washing the dishes as he watched.

“That’s okay. I’ll set up the blankets for you in a minute.” Nodding, he drummed his fingers on the edge of your table, looking around.

“You ever think about redecorating your place? It’s kind of a drag in here.” You turned to him with a raised eyebrow, and he looked at you with a wide grin.

“Are you really in a place to be picky about interior design? What other interiors do you get to compare this to anyway?” He chuckled a little.

“Guess you’re right. But my points not exactly wrong either.”

“Well, maybe if someone carried their weight around here, things would look a bit better,” you said playfully. He raised his hands in mock surrender.

“You don’t seem to appreciate my company that I offer your cold lonely life anymore.”

“Who said I was lonely?”

“Name one friend you’ve hung out with in the last few weeks.” He had a point.

“Whatever, I’m just a rare gem that people haven’t found yet. Quite underrated if you ask me.” In truth, you avoided making friends, too focused on finishing school, and too cautious of scoundrels like your ex. You supposed the two of you were similar in that way, only focused on your goals and no one else in between. But somehow, you’d wormed your ways into each other’s hearts, as much as neither of you liked to admit. He chuckled once more, shaking his head.

“If ya say so.” You set up the couch for him and made your way to your room after quietly saying your goodbyes, he’d be gone by morning time after all. Turning onto your side in your own bed, you slowly drifted off to sleep, sighing as you entered a peaceful slumber. But you were rudely awakened a little while after. Someone was screaming inside your apartment. Jolting up, you ran to the living room, seeing him thrash around on your couch, panting heavily. He grunted loudly, before screaming once again. Quickly, you made your way over to him.

“Hey! Hey, wake up! It’s just a nightmare!” You shook his shoulder, hoping he’d open his eyes soon. Just as you went to speak up again, a scorching hot hand grasped your wrist, and wild eyes burst open, glaring at you, animalistic and crazed. You stopped moving, frozen in your spot. Your wrist was hot, and his grip was tight, but you didn’t fight it. “It’s just me, y/n.” He frantically looked around, studying his surroundings, hand still holding your wrist tightly. Slowly, he loosened his grasp, but he didn’t let go. With a surge of courage, you hesitantly reached up, smoothing a hand through his hair. “It’s okay, it was just a nightmare.” He relaxed a little, closing his eyes as you stroked through his hair, letting himself embrace your comfort. He wasn’t sure why, but it felt right, and he didn’t have the will to fight it right now.

“Sorry I woke you doll,” he croaked out. Smiling, you shook your head.

“That’s okay. Here, let me get you some water,” you tried to get up, but once again his hand tightened around your wrist, keeping you in place.

“That’s okay, I don’t need water.” You knew the hidden implication behind that statement. I just need you. You went back to sitting on the edge of the couch, running your fingers through his hair as he grounded himself through your touch. “You… you can call me Dabi. That’s what I go by now.” Suddenly you beamed, finally having a name after weeks to put with his existence. Dabi. It fit well, and you loved it.

“Okay. Well, the couch is kind of small Dabi. Want the bed?” It was bold, but you couldn’t stop yourself. Finally opening his eyes, he looked at you uncharacteristically soft, and slowly nodded.

“Yeah, the bed sounds nice y/n. Let’s go.” That night, you lay on his arm, wrapped up in his warmth. Your hand rubbed circles onto his back, and he let himself feel the way you took care of him. It was nice, he had to admit. It was nice to be valued, to have someone show you small bits of affection to get across to you that they cared. You cared. And suddenly, Dabi realized he did too. He cared about you a lot more than he really should, but he refused to let go of this feeling. Somehow, you’d gotten the roles to reverse. It wasn’t you saying your prayers. It was him. He prayed this time, for once, someone would actually stay. He hoped someone would actually need him, only him, just the way he was.

-

But you were a liar. A cold-hearted scoundrel. You were an untrustworthy low life was what he told himself when he came to your apartment, looking through your window. It was empty. Furniture was gone, and the few decorations had been taken. The apartment was clearly moved out of, and you were nowhere to be found. He laughed, mirth laced in his expression bitterly. He’d told you he’d be gone for a bit longer this time, and you’d gone and run away from him now that you’d had the chance. He’d find you, oh he would. He’d find you and he’d make you regret toying with his heart. But deep down, he knew he’d never be able to hurt you. And for that, he cursed you with his entire existence.

You entered your new apartment, setting down your belongings onto your couch. Suddenly, you froze as you heard the voice behind you.

“Thought you’d be untraceable doll?” The familiar voice spat. Your heart hammered in your chest. He really had found you.

“Dabi,” you breathed.

“Yeah, it’s me. Surprised?” You could hear a small trace of hurt in his voice, and it made your heart shatter a little. Turning to face him, you grinned at him.

“Dabi, you found me!”

“Yeah, I did! I found you after you packed your bags and left, thinking you could run from me! It’s almost like you don’t know who I am,” his voice got deeper at the end, and his eyes narrowed at you. You stood there shocked, not expecting him to react this way. But then again, you supposed there wasn’t much else he could have deduced from your disappearance.

“Dabi I… I didn’t leave. Well, I did, but not to run. I waited for you, I really did! I waited an extra two days but they said I had to let the apartment go, my lease ended, so I left. But I left a note folded on the window, didn’t you see?” He stopped and stared at you, eyes wide. You were lying. You were just like everyone else, he was an idiot for thinking any differently.

“Don’t you try to trick me y/n, don’t forget I’m not the fool here.” Stepping forward, you reached a hand out for him, but he stepped back, flames erupting in the palm of his. For a moment, you paused, but then you only continued closer to him, flames thrown to the back of your head. You were only focused on Dabi.

“Dabi, I’m not tricking you. I wouldn’t. But I guess I am a fool, you’re not entirely wrong. But it’s only because… well because I love you.” The flames slowly withered away, and he stood there, staring at you. His eyes bore into yours, searching for any hint of lies, but he couldn’t find a single drop of anything other than truth in your demeanor. Slowly, your arms wrapped around him, and his body began to tense up in your hold. “Dabi, it’s okay,” you whispered. “It’s me, you can always trust me. I knew you’d find me, I’ve been waiting for you.” If he could cry, maybe he would have in that moment. Somehow, you’d effortlessly stitched back the gaping hole you’d left in him, leaving no trace of a scar. All at once, the waves crashed in on him, and he grasped your waist tightly, burying his head into your neck.

“You waited for me?”

“Every day.”

“You love me?”

“So much.” He let out a shaky breath.

“Why?”

“Because you’re extraordinary.” And he was. He was amazing in every way. He was broken glass, shattered and ruined, sharp and dangerous. But slowly, he’d taken the pieces, sat through sharp cuts and bleeding hands, and rebuilt himself, turning himself into a mosaic that was an utterly beautiful sight once given the chance to see. He’d given you that chance to see, and how could you not fall in love with the sight? How could you not be pulled into the perfectly crafted piece of art that was Dabi, once the rough edges and tough exterior had been looked past? He was everything you wanted and more. And slowly, as he began to shake in your arms, you brought him closer, rubbing circles into his back like you always did when he needed something to ground him. Only this time, you planted a soft kiss to the side of his head, something that further healed the wounds he’d been nursing.

“I… I love you too.”

“I know. I can see that. I’m not that much of a fool.” And finally, he let out a breath, this time one of relief, as he let himself chuckle at your claim. You were most certainly a fool, but he was ever grateful that you were. Only a fool could love him, but he’d spend his days shielding you from anything that tried to harm you. He pulled his head out of your neck before cupping your cheeks and kissing you with more emotion than he’d had in a long time. Dabi loved you, and if anyone ever tried to come between the two of you, they’d better say their prayers.

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Megumi: The stars look beautiful tonight

Yuji: You know what else looks beautiful?

Megumi: What?

Nobara, squeezing between them: Me