❥ mini bio: please call me Mysti. mostly 18+ content. i just really like purple, sushi and smut.
❥ main fandoms of interest: MHA, HXH, food wars, kakegurui, ass class, HRI, etc.
❥ current work in process: editing + uploading old jacob black fan fic
❥ misc: i won’t putting myself on a timeline when it comes to head cannons, one shots or fics, as that has not worked in the past. i also will not write anything involving AOT
Within your home, the fireplace cracking and the light holiday music soothed you as you made final touches to your tree. It was really late to be decorating, both literally and figuratively. You figured giving some effort on Christmas Eve was better than nothing, and really, your late timing wasn’t your fault. You didn’t blame your fans and supporters for keeping you busy all through the month. After all, they did supply you with happiness, motivation and frankly more presents than ever this year.
Weaving your feet through the gifts on the ground, you placed the star on top and were suddenly more grateful than ever. This year was your best year to date when it came to the Hero Rankings. You were a breakout hero, nearly changing your rank almost every few weeks. Your ranking boosted at the Hero Gala back in August after sensing a disturbance outside of the banquet hall. Hearing changes in frequency and feeling vibrational disturbances was your quirk. Certainly not the most flashy or something to brag about, yet giving everyone inside the banquet hall at least 30 seconds warning before the attack, made everyone fawn over you and many lives saved.
Stepping back and taking in the tree and your entire living room in its entirety, you chuckled to yourself, remembering that not only your fans had the capabilities of swooning over you. Pro Hero Hawks was the only hero you knew of that was not too subtle when it came to interactions with you. You’ve been told by other heroes that he was a common flirt, amongst heroes and fans, but with you, it was different. A few heroes like himself had been keeping tabs on you and honestly, who wouldn’t? A young, beautiful hero making her way within the “manly” field and giving them a run for their money?
Containing your mixed thoughts about the winged hero and other men, you began to put away the other decorations. Organizing them well, you whistled gently to match the tune of ‘Baby, It’s Cold Outside’, taking small sips of your hot chocolate with a little mint liquor dribbled in. It was something to warm the soul on a frosty night since you were alone. You didn’t mind being alone. Your hard work was your love and the pay off, both monetary and the pleasure of helping people any chance you could was something you wouldn’t trade for the world. Although, an occasional kiss here and there wouldn’t be the worst thing you absentmindedly spoke to yourself.
Somewhere outside in the distant air, Keigo was soaring gently and keeping patrol in the quiet city. He wasn’t the only hero that was out tonight, yet somehow, he still felt lonely. Keigo didn’t mind patrolling on a holiday eve. He enjoyed that his work would protect family’s bonding and holiday cheer. It was just difficult to enjoy his work knowing that any other day, Keigo had no one to come home to.
Keigo had stopped a few petty thieves in the night and he was close to finishing his patrol, noting only an hour left until midnight. Swooping and swerving higher in the air, Keigo had noticed you in front of your balcony window. He snickered to himself, joking how people really don’t fully understand when it’s nighttime, an open window reveals all sorts of things that you don’t want anyone else to see. He took his time bringing himself closer to the window, bringing his jacket collar closer to his face due to some wind chill.
He made eye contact with the top of your tree first. Keigo studied its unorthodox look. A white tree with silver garland, multicolored Christmas lights and if one more decoration was added to your tree, there was no doubt it would have collapsed on itself.
“Needs a little work, but still beautiful..” Keigo smiled and muttered to himself. Flying closer, you had just finished packing your leftover decorations. Hoisting the box up, you walked in front of the tree, blocking Keigo’s view. But really, more like adding to it. Keigo’s eyes became soft within his goggles and his heart provided more heat than it had all night. “No. It’s perf-”
As Keigo began to talk louder, you stopped walking. You heard something change in the air. It was different from the easy screams of the wind in the night. It was familiar yet unwarranted. Keigo’s mind was stunned, pushing through his adoration and remembering what your quirk was. He was sure he outed himself as being somewhat of a peeping tom. Whether he stayed in place mid flight or rushed away, he knew he was done for. So Keigo did what came most naturally in a situation of infatuation. He forced himself up and over your balcony to hide away and perch.
Before your eyes lifted to your balcony door, nothing was there. It was just the deep night, soft trickles of snow and you questioning your own thoughts. But as the newest number four hero, you knew better than to ignore your instincts. Setting the box of decorations down, you shimmied up a blanket from the couch, draping it over your shoulders as you face the glass door. Your breath could be seen on the door as you scanned the outside. Nothing out of the ordinary stuck out to you, until you began to turn away.
A smirk was laid on your face, sliding the door open to step outside. The cold outside honestly felt good, taking a break from the oven that was your home. Closing the door and sealing yourself outside, you edged your way forward. Keigo could see you from down below, noting how serious your face was with scanning the area. He mentally applauded you. Even wrapped in a cozy blanket with slippers on, you were ready to fight and protect in a blink of an eye. It wasn’t until Keigo’s eyes fell upon one of his feathers, just before your right foot, that he gulped and wondered what he got himself into.
“The night is so calm..” You spoke to yourself, letting your hands rest on the railings, enjoying the silence within the night. The flurries were beginning to pick up, dressing the buildings in a soft coat of white, crystal fluff. You tried your best to contain your tiny smile, knowing that your secret admirer was still watching you, probably holding his breath to not make a sound. “Maybe Santa will come this year..” You spoke again, this time, in a playful tone to edge Keigo on from up above.
Your words did make Keigo smile but he knew he had stayed for long enough. The thoughts and imagery he had about you on this night was something he was willing to overlook. Keigo gently lifted his wings up to take flight, but he made the mistake of using his instincts to bring his feather on the ground to return back to him. A devious chuckle slipped from your lips as your right hand caught the feather mid flight, feeling it squirm before it relaxed. All you could hear was a defeated curse coming from Keigo’s mouth.
“Didn’t expect a little birdie like you to stay here during the winter..” You cooed, turning around and leaning up against the railing. You fondled the feather as you stared up at Keigo. He was perched in an almost defensive manner but the moment your eyes connected, he became gentle again, although his heart could have easily stopped within that moment.
“I have many urges as a bird but..” Keigo replied, facing his fate. He hoisted himself up only to lower himself gently on your balcony porch, letting some of the flurries that had accumulated rush up as he settled down on the ground. Keigo pulled up his goggles but still kept the lower part of his face buried under the collar of his jacket. “..migrating isn’t my thing. I like to stay in place here..”
“I’m not one to take in strays, especially those of the stalking variety..” You teased, holding out Keigo’s loose feather for him to take back.
Even through Keigo’s jacket, you could see his harsh blush. And it wasn’t just from the wind chill between you two. A man like him was always filled with words but being caught was something he had never experienced before. He was careful in all of his endeavors but with this, he really had set himself up.
“Me? A stray?” Keigo tried to let his cocky nature return to normal, despite his deep feelings. Bringing up his gloved hands, he simultaneously unzipped his jacket to reveal his full face and collect back his hostage feather. “All the names I’ve been called a hero, hearing the number four hero call me a stray was something I wasn’t expecting..”
“Well..” You brought your limb back to your body, wrapping yourself back up in your blanket. You held an easy smile but it was still filled with intent. You wanted to toy with Keigo. Why you wanted to toy with him was even unknown to you. Maybe due to the lonely nature of the holiday, being overwhelmed so much during this month and wanting a relaxing conversation, maybe out of Keigo getting a taste of his own medicine. “I didn’t expect the number two hero watching me while I was all alone. I could have you arrested, you know..”
“On such a holiday?” That familiar smile of Keigo’s began to slide through. It was him becoming his elemental. The light banter of connecting to a person. Keigo had only been in this type of situation with you a couple times through work, but alone and together like this? It had only bounced through his mind countless times. “I was just doing my job. And frankly, on a night like this..” Turning his head towards your door, he nodded to the littered tree, cheesing. “I say fire hazard trumps performing hero duties..”
Going to open your mouth to retort, you knew he was right. From a farther perspective, your tree was a hot mess. You tightened the blanket around yourself harder and sighed, letting loose your mental game with him and thinking back to your supporters.
“Well I..” You began. “I just didn’t want to leave anything left out. All the decorations were gifts and..”
Keigo turned his head back around to you. You didn’t mean to have such a somber face but he took it in. With your small explanation, he knew your care and admiration of your fans and supporters was serious. It only added more swelling to Keigo’s heart but less thoughts within his head.
Taking a step forward, Keigo replied, “That’s.. really sweet of you. Not every hero manages to put others first outside of duty.. really puts them first..”
“I take my job seriously.” You returned. In your head, it sounded really snappy but you meant it more than anything. Catering to citizens for praise or attention was never your goal of becoming a hero. It was to ensure they were loved, protected and heard. Looking into Keigo’s eyes, that simple sentence was worth a billion words.
Keigo found himself speechless again. He nearly ached. He questioned why he hadn’t met you sooner within training. Keigo wondered if you two had met in the past but if he was too caught up in his own matters to pay attention. The lines between lovesick and lust were dangerous but having never felt anything like this before, risking it all was an understatement for him.
A wicked wind chill shook both of you up, making you clutch your arms tighter and Keigo pulling his wings in to steady himself.
“I-I don’t usually let in strangers.. let alone stalkers b-but..” You joked to clear the chilly air, sensing that no other distractions would be out in the night besides him. And if anything were to happen, two heroes could easily hold their own. “Would you care for some hot chocolate? I usually add a little extra.. to keep warm..”
Keigo grinned, knowing what you were hinting to. He didn’t stress too much about leaving his shift early, holding the same logic as you. Two heroes were better than one, even if some liquid spirits were involved. “I wouldn’t mind..” He replies softly, almost washed away from another swoosh in the air.
Keeping your eyes on him just a little too long, you eventually step to the side and creep your way back to the door. Opening it, the rush of heat flushes your face instantly, sucking you back into your home. As Keigo enters and closes the door, his wings rustle and he shivers. Although he wouldn’t admit it, the cold really did bother him but it was a risk he was willing to take to keep the job of his dreams.
Letting go of your toasty blanket, you drape it over the couch and head to the kitchen. You eyed Keigo as you picked up a glass from the drying rack, there was something innocent about him. The way he took off his jacket and shoes, scanning your home with a coy look, smiling ever so gently as he noted all the decorations. You wanted to question everything at this moment but alas, a simple bite of your lip as you scooped some hot chocolate from the pot was all you could manage to do.
“Do you like the holidays?” You asked, breaking the tension as you turned to the cabinet, fishing out your mint liquor.
“The holidays are just like any other time of the year to me..” His response was timid but it was out of honesty.
Turning back around, you hesitated taking the cap off of the bottle. Keigo was close to the tree, grazing his fingers among a sparkly ball ornament a young fan had made you in art class. Your breath hitched, taking in all the colors that flooded his shirt and skin. The multicolored lights danced along his white fitted shirt and made his arms and face bright with glee, yet somehow, his expression was flat.
Pouring some liquor in, you decided to be a little generous and added a few drops more. A man like him on a night like this probably needed anything just to escape for a little while. Finishing up his cup, you walked along beside him and held it out.
“Holidays aren’t for everyone..” You shrugged, deep down understanding what he meant, but decided your opinion on them wasn’t worth the light banter.
Facing you, he mustered up a genuine smile and retrieved the glass from your hand. “Holiday food and drink though, different story..” Keigo joked and hummed, taking a sip. The curve of his smile grew more, enjoying the minty flavor. So much so, it had left him a chocolate mustache. “Those are the good parts of the year..” He chuckled, licking his lips.
Blushing lightly, you agreed as you walked over to your couch. Slipping back into the blanket, you grabbed your own glass from earlier and sat gently on the cushions. You were happy, taking in the sights of your home but also afraid to admit the addition of a fond hero did look rather good.
Keigo took another curious look around your living room before meeting you on the couch. He became consumed on the plushness, almost sinking in and letting go a deep sigh of comfort. His smile was gone now, but that didn’t stray away from his relaxation. You thought to yourself what he had been through all night.
“Tell me about work..”
Keigo releases a snort as he turns his face. “You’re asking me about work? You are a hero, you know..”
“I may be a hero, but I’m not the number two. I’m curious about what goes on about being a bird in the city..” Hiding your sly smile, you take a cautious sip, letting the heated drink soothe you.
Yet another simple sentence makes Keigo swoon inside. It isn’t every day someone asks about his work and it isn’t every person who does his job but wants to know his perspective. Inside, he questions again why now was the time you two are able to be alone, but he doesn’t dwell on it much. He embraces the time and makes it his.
“As a certified on looker of the people..” He teased, keeping along with your persistent view of him. “I think people are interesting when you look long enough. The tiny mannerisms, seeing the gears turn in their head when they’re problem solving, the almost aloof way they decide to pay with a bunch of change for a coffee..” Keigo giggled to himself. “That’s just the good stuff. Seeing someone’s mood change or their stance when faced with another person..”
“It must be overwhelming. Analyzing all of that before swooping in, you know..” You engage.
“Yeah, it.. really is..” Keigo took a hearty sip before making eye contact with you once more. “But I’d imagine your quirk must be difficult as well, if not more. All those subtle changes. How do you distinguish between a flower pot accidently dropping and someone getting thrown up against a wall?”
“Honestly? Context clues and.. gut feeling..” Saying those words to the number two hero was nothing short of embarrassing. Gut feeling? Context clues? What’s next? Just having a functional brain? But it was really the truth. “You remember that event right? The first night we met?”
Keigo nodded, afraid to answer knowing that night all too well. “The Hero Gala..” His voice low with stone eyes. In his mind, the Hero Gala wasn’t something he wanted to attend. Sure, it was to honor all the heroes and those who have fallen. To give the heroes their accomplishments a spotlight and official recognition but to Keigo, it was another place to accept compliments he didn’t want to hear. But at the end of the day, he was grateful to have met you.
Looking down at your glass, your thumb swirled the top of the rim. “I could hear and feel so many things. The traffic, the other convention in the building next door, hell even the elevators hum all throughout the building..” Admitting that your day always consists of overstimulation was not something you expected to do today, especially to one of your idols, but it was the truth. Your quirk has saved many lives, yet at the cost of your mental battery.
“So, you essentially have all these wavelengths of noise constantly around and whichever one is off or suddenly becomes apparent, that’s when you know it’s something bad?” Keigo asked in a genuine matter, his head slightly cocked to the side. It was honestly refreshing. Most of the time when you explain to people your quirk, they more or less ask if you ever become crazy due to all the noise.
“Yeah.. exactly that..” You reply softly, your eyes locking onto his. Your heart fluttered, to have someone understand it instantly. For someone to get you.
“I can’t imagine having to deal with that all the time..” Keigo replies. He’s sincere about your struggles. There’s a moment of pause between you both, almost as if the both of you want to say more than you should. Instead, Keigo turns his head back to your very decorated tree. “But I can imagine what it’s like to have many fans who truly appreciate your work. The work you manage to do.. it really deserves more than being number four..”
Turning your head to your tree as well, your eyes begin to shimmer with the tiniest hint of tears. It took you a long time to be comfortable with your quirk, to embrace it and become what you always wanted. On top of that, to have your idol acknowledge it. This moment was indeed the best present you could get this holiday season.
“Oh, well would you look at that..” Keigo breaks from looking at the tree.
Following his voice, you glance over at him. “What?”
His eyes are down at his watch. Keigo sets down his empty glass and presses a button on his watch. “I am officially off of my shift. And it is also officially.. Christmas..” He looks up and smiles.
Returning the smile, you raise your glass. “Merry Christmas..”
Keigo looks around your apartment again. His eyes bounce from the tree, to your balcony door and over to the kitchen.
Raising an eyebrow, you question him. “What are you doing?”
“You don’t have a mistletoe..”
Eyes wide, you shake your head. “Why have a mistletoe? I live alone..”
Keigo grins and stands up. He stretches out his wings for a moment, summoning three feathers in the air before letting his wings down again. The three feathers twirl in the air before coming together to resemble a mistletoe. It hovers above and slightly in from of Keigo’s head. “Well, you may live alone but you have someone to enjoy this silent night with..”
His hand stretches out in your direction, asking you to stand up. Face heated, chuckles come from you. This must have been a silly dream. Someone lonely holiday dream you were experiencing. Surely after you decorated your tree, you were fast asleep on the couch and this was a serious case of lucid dreaming. Yet, the moment you grabbed Keigo’s hand and felt his inviting warmth of sweetness and intention, it was a more than clear, this was reality.
His hands slid down to your waist as he pulled you closer to him, both of your chests touching. Your eyes flickered up, the feather mistletoe he created still swirling in the air, almost in a teasing matter. Your smile continue on as your eyes fell back onto his. From the lights of your tree, you were both decorated in multicolor lights. Skin changing from red, to a soft yellow, all the way to an inviting purple.
spending time with chrollo was one of your best past times. there would be nothing but pure laughs, traveling around the world and making love whenever you could. but when you noticed a shift in both your own work and his persuasive nature, it brought on worries and trouble within your spirit. wanting to do other things without him or even take time to yourself came along with half arguments from chrollo. he wanted a partner by his side, to have and to hold. that was all you wanted from a partner, but to feel so suffocated from it was the beginning of chrollo’s downfall.
you didn’t have the heart to tell him you wanted to see other people. you didn’t believe he would become angry or lash out, you cared about the phantom troupe too much to let that spiral down too. you left emotionally first, taking other people’s words when it came to advice. chrollo knew you had done this, holding his tongue. even with you not telling him where you were throughout the hours of the night, he still made you his whenever there was a moment alone with each other. it would be a shame that he didn’t know that your last night together would truly be the last.
Pride
in what had seemed like a fix to the relationship troubles, chrollo wanted to celebrate. it was an unfortunate time for you, finding today to be the day to tell chrollo the truth. except today was the day of one of the most successful missions in the phantom troupe’s history. holding in your words as you find the best outfit you could, letting chrollo have this one last time of proving himself to all as you silently cried to yourself was all you could do.
the entire phantom troupe and other criminal organizations that praised chrollo would soon be gathered around, watching him cling to your hip as he gave his words. mostly of him acknowledging himself, but he didn’t shy away from letting the troupe know their value as well. it was only towards the end of his speech that he would give you the pedestal you deserved to be on. as true and kind as his words were, they were filled with a selfish pride. even if they weren’t, it was too late for your beloved. you were no longer his.
Wrath
never one to show unhinged rage, chrollo was a rational man when it came to disastrous scenarios. having the ability to take anyone’s power gave him the perspective of knowing all the possibilities to come to a solution before going overboard. but when it came to you being in the eyes of another, he would truly burn the world for you. he would tell himself it was just to take your own power, but you had his heart. he wouldn’t stop at anything until you saw him for what he was.
claiming towns, forcing indoor fish upon those who wouldn’t tell them your whereabouts, even forgoing his place as the head of the spider. he would become a menace for your love. an obsession that wouldn’t quit. even finding the time to talk to him, he wouldn’t even take a no from you. why would he ever believe that the love of his life doesn’t love him back? all this trouble and torment he went through to get to you? surely this wrath wasn’t meant to be taken lightly, and frankly, neither was your accidental death.
Sloth
chrollo was always a business man. he had never failed to set expectations high and to always meet his goals, despite anything that was thrown his way. he was the man to be feared, a king in his own right. alas, as any true king, if he ever managed to lose the love of his life, a depression so raw would be bound to make the crown fall. it would expand across many months into years knowing that he could never touch you again. there would simply be no reason to get out of bed anymore. the sloth had become a part of him.
why even bother getting out of bed when he was the only one producing all the warmth for it? feeding himself wouldn’t matter if there was no one there to tease him about his cooking. bathing himself would be such a chore, he became best friends with his musk turning into a desperate stench. crying himself to sleep became such a routine, the phantom troupe could plan out his mourning routine. all would be hopeless for the great head of the spider. being the sole destroyer of a once powerful criminal, from finding an early and unintentional death, would be what you were known for decades to come.
Gluttony
now that the troupe had taken the initiative to let go of the head, chrollo had been alone for the first time in years. no one to turn to, whether comrades or his love. if he were to look around in his empty room, he wouldn’t be able to find an ounce of you. he had realized that there wasn’t a trace of you even though you had been by his side for so long. he beat himself up in his mind, finding that motivation to get up in spite of himself. he craved that knowledge of you now that you were gone. he wanted to consume your memories, take in what had made you into someone he couldn’t appreciate.
he searched far and wide of where you had come from, remembering why the city had drawn you in so much. how the busy life gave you energy, how people watching brought you a strange comfort. secretly analyzing people was a fun little game for you, another pass time that battled your time with chrollo. as he trembled his way to a bench, the wind blessed across his face. he liked to have pictured it was you giving him one last embrace before the wind settled. he watched bikers whip along, protestors making their voice heard, even simple birds basking in the sun. to be filled with these simple interactions, he ate it up like a true glutton.
Envy
chrollo took his time learning about you, but it came at a difficult price. the more he watched people, the more he understood their ideals and ways of life, a deep and tragic burning sensation of jealousy flooded him more than the wrath ever did. why were other people allowed to have a beautiful life while he was left in shambles? he knew the answer to that question very well, but all of his worst attributes refused to let him believe it. he didn’t deserve any of this, he told himself.
watching the couples steal kisses within a crowd, a loving husband sharing his food with his wife, an elderly couple throwing coins into a fountain. chrollo’s tears were lost among the sea of happiness that filled the city. he wanted a slice of their life momentarily, just to end the grief he had over you. he would trade anything for it, even sell his soul to the devil for your warmth again. chrollo had fallen from his power, his riches. to even think of a bargain like this would make the devil grateful for this envious behavior.
Lust
a year had gone by since you graced chrollo with your presence. he found himself on the better path but was still alone. pretending to be a productive member of society had its ups and down. having to lie constantly to people why hanging out was an issue, why he couldn’t speak of his family, all the small details about him he didn’t want to share with anyone. it even broke his heart more when he had to deny a woman. a kiss he wasn’t expecting but it wouldn’t have been fair to her to continue on, as he would only think of you wrapped around him.
to kiss a living and well woman only to think about your curves pressed against him, not even back in chrollo’s criminal days would he bring that torture onto someone. finding himself alone again, chrollo thumbed his own lip, imagining your plump ones. how your lips would tickle as they traveled down and low, holding his waist in place as your tongue pleased his aching cock. he missed having his fingers intertwined in your hair, not forcing you down on him, but feeling the rhythm of your bops.
reminiscing of your touch, chrollo would plop himself on his creaky bed. his eyes closed as he imagined the pressure of being on top of him. taking his time with him, rubbing his chest and making eye contact. eye contact got him off more than anything, that soul connection pleasured him in ways no one could understand, except for you. chrollo unbuckled his belt, pretending your swift hands were the one to release his bouncing cock free. before he even touched himself to the thought of you, he could feel the heat radiating off. he hadn’t been with another woman or had self care with himself since you passed. he could see how much pre cum he had, a couple strokes of himself and he would be done for.
but he didn’t care. he was by himself, nothing else to lose. the animalistic lust possessed his body as he touched himself. chrollo’s hips edged up and down, his hands squeezing himself while he stroked endlessly. his moans called out for you, his whimpers begging to see your breasts one last time. gripping the sheets, forcing his mouth into a pillow thinking of all of you one last time. your hips, your dimples, your cunt, your smile, your essence of being. every aspect of you making him cum harder than ever, and more than once that last night he thought of you.
Oh, how strong you are. I have never adored such a prolific ability in all my years as the head of the spider. Yet, I have never wanted to end it so badly, along with it’s user.
Within Bandit’s Secret, I hold ten remarkable gifts. Words cannot express how deeply in love I had fallen for your ability. It’s power could have easily replaced a few of the ones I had stolen. Two of my conditions had been met for me to take your power but your brain, your intuition.. that damned power tricked me.
Threatening to take your own life to keep me from growing stronger was something no one had ever done to me. You managed to understand Bandit’s Secret so quick and laughed in my face when you had control. I managed to hold my tongue on letting Feitan to use Rising Sun on you. If you weren’t going to allow me your power or even let me rip it from your hands, I decided I would be the one to end you completely.
I am Chrollo Lucilfer, the leader and head of the Phantom Troupe and Spiders. Do you honestly believe you can hide for that long without being found? Even with that brilliant head of yours, can you manage the paranoia and fear of being killed by something other than your own hands? Have you come to realize the situation you have put yourself in?
I told myself writing this letter would be pointless, but this seems to be a game of cat and mouse. Note this as a warning while you continue to lurk in the light, afraid to touch a sliver of a shadow. You are my main target. That horrid condition of yours will haunt me until the day I die, but for right now, nothing would sooth me more than to see the glimpse of regret in your eyes after I’m finished with you.
Be careful, Y/N. YorkNew is quite dangerous around auction season and I have a few bids I’m considering.
Everyone is beyond proud of you and your hard work. The things you’ve done for this city, for the innocent and even for the Commission. They’re all so happy for you, while I just.. despise you.
Never in my hero career would I ever think I would hate another fellow hero, an innocent acquaintance, a simple human. But you? Come on now, can you really blame me? All that I’ve done and sacrificed. Everything the Commission entrusted in me, all the time and effort they shoved down my throat to make me perfect.. you become their new favorite toy.
Don’t get me started on the fans. Now, here’s the thing. I adore and love my fans just like any other hero does and should. Mine just unfortunately don’t understand the concept of personal space and privacy. Your fans stand in the streets so neatly and well behaved, basking at your glory with whatever you do. It’s fucking infuriating.
I sound like a child with all this unwarranted rage flowing through me. I tried to let it go since you were new to the hero scene, still finding the swing of things. But those ratings and popularity polls. They ate me alive out of nowhere. Nowhere probably isn’t the best term, my off feelings about you did manage to start on day one. Just why? Why now? If it was anyone else but you, I would be content and deal with it but it’s little old you.
Do you think it’s because your normal upbringing? Do you think it’s your ability to please a crowd with little effort and none of the flashy charm like me? Your attractiveness to the crowd and villains? Do the villains just.. see you as a harder enemy to kill than me? Am I the problem here?
No. I can’t be. I’m the number two hero. I was born for this despite all that’s happened to me. The crowd sees you now, they see your efforts to become better and the best. But I will not let that happen. I hope this letter puts it in perspective for you. You have to know your place in the Commission and with all the heroes out there. You can never be the best and you never will, no matter how bright you are.
mini headcannons of the good, the bad, and the sexy
the good
❥ gift giving: shoto’s the type of person when he’s in love, he has a habit of always giving gifts, whether he’s conscious of it or not. with his money (or daddy’s money if he’s feeling rebellious that day), he always manages to find gifts that reminds him of you. but it doesn’t just stop at the high value stuff. he knows of your favorite cheap little candy and knick knacks that make you all giddy. special playlists as well are his favorite to make for you. he’s surprisingly well suited on making vibe playlists that can make you feel like the main character, the love of his life or simply music to just make you feel good. shoto’s hidden talent truly is finding you in anything he sees and is ecstatic when he can share whatever it is with you.
❥ voice of reason: shoto is naturally calm, cool, and collective when he’s not figuring out that his quirk is actually his or if his smile really does kill people. he has a level head and frankly, someone has to have it in the relationship. you aren’t necessarily proud of your anxious or feared moments that can strike you at anytime, but you are grateful that someone can talk you down and give rational opinions on how to fix the matter. shoto usually offers some tea and light cuddles while he talks to you. the physical contact eases your muscles to relax, the tea keeps you grounded and shoto himself speaks gently while simultaneously validating your feelings but letting you know there’s nothing to worry about while he’s with you.
❥ the fine arts: if you’re ever into a creative medium such as art, shoto will be your partner in crime when it comes to creating, admiring and play pretend as fancy art critics. one of your most frequent date ideas is finding art museums of all kinds. nothing is off the table when it comes to art. high art such as the louvre, small modern art places in the city or even ripley’s believe it or not. shoto isn’t one to dabble in much thought about things, unless it’s you or an escape like art. both allow him to speak a thousand words on it’s beauty, grace and priceless value. also, shoto is the type of boyfriend to take a picture of you standing in front of a piece of art and unironically captions it something along the lines of “they’re staring at the art but they’re the only art around”. a really cheesy but lovable art connoisseur.
the bad
❥ independence: shoto really likes to keep to himself. it can be attractive in a certain light, knowing your man isn’t out partying or getting into trouble. but you find it odd sometimes when you ask him to hang out and he says he’s busy, when really he’s at home with a book or just simply being content with himself. it’s not so much of an issue but it’s the little white lies that put you off. you have conversations about the subject and he tries his best to be more open and honest about just being in a certain mood when it comes to you. you know he loves you deep down but it almost makes you question your self worth. you understand the concept of being introverted and having a social battery. you may even have one yourself. but honestly, you’d rather take his presence together in silence each doing your own things than not being together at all.
❥ family dinners: family dinner at the todoroki’s is not a common occurrence and you think they shouldn’t be an occurrence at all. but alas, poor little fuyumi puts so much effort into it, shoto cannot say no and pleads you to come along. you’ve given up on telling shoto it’s always a bad idea, plus the food is a good distraction for when the tensions run high. fuyumi is usually the one to keep the conversations going. natsuo typically has a glaring contest with endeavor, as well as shoto sometimes. you try to stop yourself from choking whenever endeavor hints at the idea of having more with shoto, as he takes notice of the good genes you have that would match well with shoto’s. shoto is always the first to finish his food, even if there’s still half a plate left. it’s an awful mess that happens every few months. nothing can be said more than your gratitude towards your own less wrecked family.
the sexy
❥ temperature play: once shoto had realized his true power and strength, he become quite… comfortable with himself around you. he doesn’t dabble in temperature play often but when he does, it’s sensual and more erotic that you thought it could ever be. with his body being split in half with the dueling range of temperatures, he knows how to use his tongue to advantage. leaning and giving more pressure on his right side for those chilling and frosty nips along your thighs, while his sultry and heated left side always finds a place along your neck. shoto also enjoys touching your sex with both hands, letting it become confusing and overstimulated with heightened feelings of battling temperatures. though, his favorite way to end your session together is resting his left hand among your behind and warming it. he wouldn’t dare to fully burn you. but watching you walk away to grab some water afterwards lets him enjoy his person even more with his soon to be faded mark along your plump cheeks.
❥ praising: shoto isn’t afraid to show both sides of himself since he already wears it proudly. both of you enjoy his subby side and the perfect place to start anything with him is to praise him. ‘good boy’ is is favorite pet name. if you were to grab his cheek softly while he was deep inside of you and whisper those two simply little words, he’d whimper in an instant, most likely begging for more. telling him he’s doing a good job, saying that’s it and to keep going, even moaning his name as you finish. it’s all the same to shoto. fueling and worshipping him alone could finish him off so adding it to the sexy time itself would easily end up making it a few rounds to say the least.
❥ light voyeurism: sometimes both you and shoto like to dabble in testing each other’s limits. the limit in question is wondering who can last the longest on their own while in each other’s presence. or alternatively, how long you either of you two can go without touching each other all together. things can even heat up quickly when both of you verbally roleplay as you witness each other playing with yourself. while shoto effortlessly strokes himself, you tell him to imagine his heated hand is your throat making him feeling good. and as you play with your sex, shoto tells you go to slow and move your hips, to imagine him behind you and ascending into you. this sexy situation has happened countless times and will always be a part of your intimate routine.
❥ love bites: shoto likes to litter your chest and stomach with adoration. kisses and hickeys will never not be placed on your body. just like his temperature play marks, more suitable marks that last just a little longer warms him deeply. knowing that no matter how many layers of clothes you may wear, he will always be a part of your wardrobe.
masterlist // shoto’s soba corner
a/n: this is a hard kinnie/simp post so everything is true and the law.
mini headcannons of the good, the bad and the sexy
special thanks to the biggest hawks simp i know for helping me out @gardenofdreams ❥
the good
❥ the best medicine: with hawks’ natural ability to be flirty, witty and charming, you often find yourself in laughter when being blessed by his presence. whether it be a borderline dad joke or a highly intellectual one, hawks’ never fails to place a smile on your face. it’s an added bonus for you, always catching his bright smile and cheery eyes. both of you aren’t strangers to literal laughing pains and the unfortunate second hand embarrassment of onlookers when they have no idea why both you manage to sound like dying hyenas in the middle of public. even on your worst of days, it’s extremely difficult to stay mad or in sorrow when your favorite bird brings you utter goofiness.
❥ by land, air or sea: the commission has hawks on a tight rope when it comes to work as being comfortable with traveling and sometimes covering at different agencies are mandatory. with that though, hawk’s has become accustomed (and frankly spoiled) when it comes to traveling. on both of your off days, he’s quick to snatch you up and take you somewhere new. could be a new restaurant, a new city, old park to pick up some nostalgia, or even a light walk around the block. he’s always in motion and if you can, he adores it when you’re able to experience it with him. while you won’t always be allowed to take a picture for memories, you and hawks both enjoy little keep sakes. while you mostly have the shrine of memories in your own home quarters, hawks likes to have his scattered around, always finding the perfect memory whenever he looks within his home.
❥ pathetic but cute romantic: as much as a smooth talker hawks is, he really doesn’t know how to make the lovey dovey moves. he just simply struggles on every aspect that isn’t clear and cut. but however, that does not stop his determination on the matter. occasionally, you’ll both have to air out the kitchen from him leaving the chicken in the oven for too long and deciding to stick with takeout. more frequently, you’ll have to remind him that while you appreciate the flowers, him adding too much flower food to the water actually kills the flowers faster rather than keeps them alive for longer. and unfortunately, to enjoy a bubble bath with candles and wine, floating wine glasses only works when he doesn’t flap his wings within the water, making the floor a slip and slide. as mentioned, pathetic.. but the effort on his part will never die just like his love for you.
the bad
❥ workaholic: a driven and hard working man is attractive and will never not be. but there comes a point to where it can be an obsession, unhealthy, and dangerously addicting. it stresses and scares you, let alone hawks himself. he knows he has an issue but with the commission ingraining the work load into every fiber of his being, no one, not even himself, can stop hawks. one of the worst days of both of your lives was you waiting up until 4am in your bed, terrified of the news. a massive bombing in the inner city, taking out multiple buildings and destroying countless streets. your heart exploded with every update the news and social media gave. it almost seemed hopeless. but with hawks finally walking through the door, covered in ashe, tattered clothes and that almost war zone look, and saying he just had to stay and help.. it made you question whether he even cared about his safety at all. hawks may be a hero, but unfortunately will never be able to save himself from disarray.
❥ self care: due to hawks’ workaholic ways, basic self care and hygiene can slip his mind easily. unlike him knowing he has a work problem, still to this imaginary day, knowing when his funk is lingering doesn’t process in his brain. you really try your best to tell him lightly. suggesting a shower together, offering some gum in the middle of the day, asking which fragrance of yours he enjoys the most by subtly spraying more than one. this issue really does hurt the both of you. you know deep down that everyone can struggle with this issue, and seeing your love go through it constantly can put a damper in your mood.
❥ family struggles: whether you want children or not, hawks mindset on the topic is troubling. for the readers that have a functional uterus, this might hurt you the most. if you ever find yourself pregnant, you know you have to let hawks know. he’s overall a reasonable man and having the knowledge would make him happy. it just becomes concerning to you that when you do tell him, he simply has no words. he’s stuck on what to say and how to act. but eventually he does something. and what is that exact thing? he takes time to himself and flies into the city to clear his head. that absolutely breaks your heart into a plethora of pieces knowing that could have ended your relationship. hawks does come back to his senses and returns to you to talk it out, but would you still be in love with him when his first instinct is to run?
the sexy
❥ foreplay: foreplay is a majorly overlooked thing in the realm of sex. but honestly? it can be just as good as an orgasm and when it’s good, you may even have an orgasm before the real fun begins. hawks’ favorite type of foreplay is long makeout sessions and mutual masturbation. both of you on your knees on the bed, lightly fighting to stay risen up while attacking each others lips with your hands edging and toying with each other’s sex? it’s truly an ode to the younger teenage years, just desperate for feeling each other in the closest way without going all the way.
❥ sensory play: feathers are everyone’s first idea when it comes to hawks, it’s only natural when he holds hundreds of them on his luscious body. but other options are more favorites of his, especially blindfolds. if the blindfold is on you, he gets thrilled over huffing hot air around your limbs and neck. seeing your squirm and not know where it’s coming from next. if hawks has the blindfold on, he loves the feeling of hot wax. hawks has always had the idea of temperature play, but anything too hot or cold would ruffle his feathers in the worst way. wax gives him a good middle ground to explore and be free.
❥ the spring rut: in fanon lore, ‘spring hawks’ or ‘rutting season hawks’ is when hawks has the unnerving urge to heavily breed once spring begins, since he is part bird. if you don’t think about the actual science of birds and how off putting it can be, there is a some truth to how accurate it could be. being in a full rut would disturb his work flow entirely but the idea of him being more sensual during the season changes would be apparent. you would get all the blush worthy texts during work, never a moment alone with your home, and evenings out to dinner would have to take place more in the bathroom or car.
❥ begging: one of hawks’ guilty pleasures is hearing you beg. he won’t admit it but it fuels his hero hunger ego. knowing that you need him desperately in anyway possible? the man could cum alone just hearing your whimpers for him to touch you, your pleads for him to make love or fuck, any words really. hawks will never not love whatever you have to say… or moan senselessly.
mini headcannons of the good, the bad, and the sexy
the good
❥ guard dog: very self explanatory when it comes to dabi. his silver piercings and staples, dark black hair, ragged coat in the wind and occasional chains along his pants if he’s in a particular mood. while you find comfort doing anything while he’s around, you feel extreme ease knowing if you’re having a bad day out in public, no one can give you odd or worrisome looks when dabi’s close by. you can have a pissed off face or be in full blown tears and he will take cover to make sure you can have a moment to yourself. a perfect example of this would be out at the mall. you desperately need a minute to relax due to personal issues. dabi, of course rolling his eyes realizing it’s something, he steps in front of you. lucky no one in the store sees you, but all the passing by people walking outside get a villainous view of dabi next to some mannequins. eventually you fix yourself up… but thanks to dabi’s dark aesthetic, he unintentionally brings customers in to buy some new digs which they will never find.
❥ easy going: if dabi believes something is wrong or should be done a certain way, he isn’t afraid to speak his mind. but with you, those are typically rare occasions. i mean, anyone that he can tolerate outside of the LOV has to have his sense of mind, humor and energy to even have a simple conversation. being more than friends or lovers would have to exceed his expectations, whether he admits it or not. he’ll definitely give you shit over small decisions, but they’re always jokes and teasing of how you do those certain things.
❥ his passions: dabi isn’t one to get overly excited about his love and passions, unless it’s pure havoc he gives to the world. but if it’s over his favorite snack, piece of music or obscure past times, it doesn’t take you long to catch his little quirks of happiness. a sliver of a smile coming across the corner of his mouth, a cool and low hum with the tiniest head bob, or even a muscle spasm to keep himself in place to hide his real emotions. on rare occasions, some of the LOV members have told you about his sadistic ways, that he thrives off some of the members arguing with each other. he always mumbled to himself all he needed was a drink in hand to be complete but no one had even given into his sick ideals. that was until you came around, giving some puppy eyes to kurogiri just to let dabi have one good moment to himself. in the midst of toga, twice and spinner going at it with hands up and harmful words flowing, dabi grins against the drink glass and thanks you softly for mess.
the bad
❥ labels/titles: dabi wasn’t born a man whore, but unfortunately his upbringing is responsible for his trust and commitment issues. you knew being a part of the LOV wouldn’t bring anything permanent into life but dabi’s presence quickly changed that. you’ve had a few conversations about what you two are to each other but dabi is always distant in the conversation. he tells you there’s no point in labeling anything because he has no interest in anyone else but you. it’s safe to say that if you’re the type that loves love and exclusive titles, then dabi isn’t the one for you. but if you’re the type that just loves a connection that others just won’t understand looking from the outside, dabi’s your partner for life.
❥ emotions and feelings: as most men, dabi doesn’t open up easily about how he feels about things in general in the moment very lightly. he’s the physical representation of talking to a brick wall. it does make private moments difficult when all he’d rather do is talk about your day or how you’re feeling. in a certain light, it may come across him seeming to care all about you to avoid himself but deep down he does care. dabi would rather walk a mile in someone else’s shoes and why not the love of his life? oh but how you could just get an inch of his dark and twisted one.
❥ adorably possessive or deranged obsession?: when a partner ‘claims’ you (kisses you in front of onlookers, subtly makes sure a love bite is out in the open, quick tugs on your waist when talking to other people), it can be a love language to some. knowing that someone wants you and is willing to show it in small ways, it can easily melt someone’s heart. but when it gets in the way of personal relationships, such as old friends, new or even completely harmless business partners, it can be off putting. you’ve told this many times to dabi, knowing he meant well, but having to apologize countless time to your old friends about him doesn’t make the best lunch conversation starters.
the sexy
❥ orgasm denial and edging: it’s very clear that dabi has a sadistic side to him. even if you were to just question that, he’d make sure you’d have to beg for at least 20 minutes straight before him allowing you to get some release. there’s just something about it to him. having complete and utter control over your sex from feeling the best that it can be. and honestly? sometimes dabi finishes when he lets you finish, whether from just his warm fingers or his sinister tongue.
❥ cockwarming: adding onto the sadistic ways, dabi enjoys being wrapped around you without you moving. he does enjoy his fair share of late night cuddles as well, but being as one and just… being? it fills him more than it fills you.
❥ piercings/body modification: in fanon lore, dabi seems to have a jacob’s ladder (a genital piercing underneath the shaft, usually three stacked to resemble a ladder) or any variation of a genital piercing. while he would never pressure you into a piercing or something permanent as a tattoo, if you do have any, be ready for them to praise more than you yourself. nipple piercings, back dimple piercings, septum and genital piercings (if you’re brave enough) are most likely his favorite on a partner if they do have them while tattoos makes him feel less alone when it comes to the beauty of skin. piercings takes his heart more though. nipples to love you from the front, back dimples to give him something to look at from behind, septum to play with as he kisses you and well.. the last one to lick you into submission.
❥ moans and groans: from looks alone, no one would ever assume dabi is a loud man in bed but he is. surprisingly even louder than you. and the best part of it? the man does not care. lightly swearing fuck under his breath isn’t enough when he’s buried inside of you. dabi has to make his presence known when he’s in the mood. if you’re the type that enjoys verbal feedback when giving or receiving, dabi’s harsh moans will always be on full blast and somehow will continue to linger in your mind even days afterwards.
warnings: divorce/ex husband!geto, firefigher!geto, he might be ooc cuz it's my first time writing for him, injury, sex at work, squirting, unprotected sex, bruising, geto bribes the innocent intern and shows up her job (major red flags imo), it turns wholesome at the end tho :) 2.6k words
a/n: for @indiecursor! i hope i did your man justice, love you <3
10:47 Just a few more hours and you could finally escape the emergency room that seemed to be bustling more than usual tonight. You were so tired that crashing in an on-call room after your shift seemed better than trying to drive home.
“Dr. L/N!”
And there goes your moment of peace. You pick your head up from the top of the desk and turn to see one of your interns running toward you. “Yes?” For the love of God, please don’t let someone be coding. I can’t handle another code tonight.
The intern takes a moment to catch her breath, “A man…needs to see you… in bay 1! He specifically requested you.” What?
“Jennings, if I go to this bay, this man better be impaled, turning blue in the face, or crashing on that bed.” You rush back to the ER with an out-of-breath intern in tow, only to find the last person you wanted to see right now.
Immediately, you turn back around to head out of the room, “Nope, absolutely not! Get Shoko to patch him up, I’m not doing it.”
“Come onnn, don’t be like that.”
The comment makes you whip back around, and your voice becomes tinged with annoyance. “NO, Suguru! I told you I never wanted to see you in my ER again and I meant that.” He’s hardly paying you any attention as he passes a folded bill to the intern who stood nervously to the side. He utters a quiet ‘thanks’ that’s accompanied with a quick wink and a smirk.
“And stop bribing my interns,” you reach over to snatch the money out of his hands and shove it into your pocket. “Jennings! Go tell Shoko to cover the pit for me.”
A heavy sigh escapes your lips as soon as the door shuts, and you start to gather the supplies you need. Even with your back to him and the silence filling the room, you could tell there was something that he wanted to say.
“How’d you get the nasty burn on your arm, Suguru?”
“Ah, this little thing? I was retrieving someone from a fire and I gave ‘em my jacket to protect them from the flames.” He takes a moment to look at his arm. “But on the way out part of the ceiling gave way and managed to get me.”
“I thought you promised to stop being reckless?”
“And I thought you promised to stop working so much? I bet you’ve been here all day, haven’t you?” This time, he’s the one to let out a tired sigh when you don’t answer, “I guess neither one of us has changed…”
And there’s silence again, something you didn’t have much of when the two of you were together. Just being in his presence was driving you to your tipping point, but you had to remind yourself of your responsibilities – everything besides your job meant nothing right now.
“You look well, and I hope everything’s been going okay.” You snap your gloves on and give him a death glare before taking a seat to get started on his arm. “I always thought you were attractive while working, especially when you boss the interns around.”
You grab the antibacterial wash to irrigate the burn and begin to pour without warning, relishing in his small winces at the painful tingling sensation. “I’m afraid flattery will get you nowhere, pretty boy.” You know he wants something from you, but you’re not gonna make it easy for him. Whatever he wanted to say, he needs to just grow some balls and say it. “Why are you really here? You know I work the pit on Friday nights, and yes, you might be reckless, but something tells me that you let this happen on purpose.”
“Maybe because I missed you…”
You scoff. “Try again.” The sweet-talking might’ve worked on you in the past but you’re smarter now. Every pretty little compliment has an ugly ulterior motive underneath it. “You’re wasting my time, and you know more than anyone else that I hate having my time wasted. So get to the point, quickly.”
Geto lets his head fall back against the bed. “Stop playing dumb, you know why I’m here. You’re gonna have to talk to me or we’ll never settle this divorce.”
“I would prefer if we didn’t discuss the matter of our divorce at my job. Is that too much to ask for?” You look at him, fierce eyes daring him to test your patience tonight.
“Look, you’re the one making this complicated when it’s simple: do you want the house or not? And if you would answer the damn phone for once, I wouldn’t have to come here.”
You stop working. His words had you seeing red as you stand up and point a gloved finger at him. “It’s not that simple Geto! You’re asking me if I want to keep something that I spent the last three years of my life building with you but also reminds me of the reason why I can’t stand to share the same space as you.”
You needed to get a grip on your anger. With a deep breath, you sit back down and work the ointment onto his skin and begin to bandage his arm. It was best to focus on the issue at hand and try to resolve this divorce when you weren’t on the clock. “You got lucky, it appears to only be a first-degree burn but I’ll page Plastics for a consultation.” You quickly discard your gloves and walk out, leaving him sitting there with his mouth hung upon like a silly fish. This conversation was over, whether he liked it or not.
You duck around the corner to the closest computer cart you could find to chart his information and leave. You needed to go somewhere, anywhere, that didn’t have Geto Suguru. No later than ten seconds you see the dark-haired man following after you, and he pulls you into an on-call room before you can run off again.
It all happens so fast that when you open your eyes, you find yourself trapped between him and the door. “I’m tired of playing cat and mouse with you. One minute you entertain me and the next you want nothing to do with me. You need to decide what you want.”
“I want nothing to do with you.” Your words are heavy, soaked in venom as they fall out of your mouth, though they mean nothing when you both know the truth.
“You don’t mean that…” he speaks softly, voice low enough that you can hardly hear even though he’s only inches away from you. “Not when you still wear this,” he fishes your necklace out from your scrub top, a shiny diamond ring threaded on the dainty chain — it’s the same one he placed on your finger three years ago.
He pulls on his own necklace, revealing a solid gold band that hung along with his dog tags. “Both of us are still clinging to whatever is left of this marriage. Let’s just skip to the part where we fuck ‘one last time’ and finally put everything behind us. We’ve been doing this same song and dance for months now, so don’t act like you don’t know the routine.”
As much as you hated to admit it, he was right and in the deepest corner of your heart you still longed for him. After all, the reason you split wasn’t because of infidelity or some big scandal, it was simply because you two didn’t fit. You were like puzzle pieces being forced together. However, all of that seemed to go away when you considered the sex. Whenever you made love, you had the strongest bond, moving together in unison as you fulfilled each other’s needs in more ways than one.
Your body has a mind of its own as you pull him in by his red suspenders. Your teeth clash with his in the sloppy, impromptu kiss that grows with your hunger for more. Geto returns the same energy, and his hands find purchase on your hips as he guides you over to the bunk beds.
“Sit down,” he mumbles against your lips and you do as you're told. This man had you in a trance, and you didn’t mind it one bit. With a single finger, he commanded you to strip. While you removed your clothes, he pulled his hair up into a messy bun — he meant business tonight.
Geto kneels at the edge of the bed and pries your legs open to expose your cunt to the cool air, but only for a second. That chill sensation turns warm when his breath fans over your slick folds as he gets close to your sex like he’s about to whisper an important secret.
“I meant it when I said I missed you,” he plants a kiss on your clit. “I missed all of you.” His tongue slowly drags across your folds, and he does it over and over even though he knows he’s pushing the limits on your impatience. Geto harshly flicks his tongue against your sensitive bud at the end of each swipe, gradually speeding up. He looked like a thirsty dog lapping up water.
When he latches on to your clit, sucking as his tongue caresses the bud in his hollow mouth, you instinctively lock your fingers into his hair. His heavy eyes filled with lust never leave yours and you can hear the faint sound of a zipper as he goes to pump his shaft.
He gathers some of your essence into his mouth and spits it onto his hand to use as lube. There was that sound you missed so much — it was like music to your ears, the squelching sound of his hand moving along his dick and you can only imagine if his tip was as red as you remember.
If this was supposed to be a contest of stamina, then you were definitely gonna lose. You’re already at your wit’s end, desperately trying to push his head away from your cunt; it pulsed with every heartbeat and you just couldn’t take it anymore. “Suguru, stop! I’m g-gonna c —
It came faster than you expected. While you try to keep your eyes from rolling back to the back of your head, you hear a deep chuckle. “Damn girl, I don’t remember you squirting that much. You must be really happy to see me…”
“Not in the slightest,” you mutter with the little breath you have.
“Well, there’s still time to fix that.” Geto removes his drenched tank top, revealing the dragon tattoo that started on the left side of his chest and snaked down his arm. The rest of his uniform is quickly shed so that he can return to you with a long kiss, letting you savor the way you tasted.
He grabs hold of your chin and his thumb smears the spit covering your shiny lips, “On your knees.” His smile stretches from ear to ear and you didn’t think it could grow any bigger until you blindly l follow his orders.
You don’t quite remember when you got on your knees, the hazy arousal clouded your sense of time, but it felt like forever. The painful sensation of Geto stretching you out had fizzled into one of pleasure long ago. And the only thing that kept you aware of reality was the steady clapping of your skin and the jingle of his dog tags as his hips collided with your ass. He could tell you were tired of him pulling your arms back, so he lets go, taking note of the red circles that now painted your wrists.
Geto places a hand on the base of your neck, pressing you into the pillow and forcing you to curve your spine. “I need you to arch your back, pretty girl. Can you do that for me?” After you give a small nod he rounds your hips up a little more, giving him access to plunge deeper and his mushroom tip hits the spot that makes you give a fucked out moan. “This the spot? Feels good right?”
“Y-yes! More ~ ah!”
He snaps his hips harder, a little faster, and eventually, you start seeing stars. You fight against the hold on your neck, gripping the sheets as you try to scream out just how good it feels but the words get stuck in your throat.
“What’s wrong baby, cat got your tongue?” You can hear the shit-eating grin in his voice as he continues to drill mercilessly into your weeping cunt. “Come on, you were giving me all that lip out there, but now you have nothing to say? That’s funny, Y/N.”
Your tight pussy flutters a little around his shaft, but it’s enough for him to feel it and he calls you out on it. “You like when I tease you like that. Dontcha?” He doesn’t wait for a response because already knows the answer. Instead, a wandering hand finds its way back to your throbbing clit where it draws steady circles and makes you tremble in excitement.
Words are still beyond reach so all you can manage are pitiful moans that soon become broken and half-finished. Tears stain your waterline and you fail to hold back a small sob.
Geto’s rough hands fall on the swell of your ass and spread them to take in the view: with every thrust the white ring around the base of his shaft grew and began to drip down onto his heavy balls as they slapped against your skin, creating gooey white strings. “You look so pretty cryin’ and creamin’ on my dick like this baby.”
“As much as I’m enjoying the view, I’d rather see that lovely face of yours.” He doesn’t wait for your permission, nor does he even stop his hips before flipping you over on your back.
His necklace that swung in tune with his hips was making you slip back into your hypnotic trance until Geto leaned further against your leg propped on his shoulder. With a firm hand he redirects your gaze, “Look at me.”
“You can give me the cold shoulder, and you can walk around like you hate me all you want…” he places his hand on the metal frame of the bed and peers down at you with his black eyes. “But you can’t shut me out.”
Your weak limbs reach out to him, “I-I don’t hate you, Suguru.” Another moan cuts you off, and you try to hold it in, pursing your lips at the pleasure that surged through your body. “I never hated you.”
You just hated how vulnerable he made you feel. You hated the fact that he could easily pick you apart to see the real you, and that was terrifying. Of course, you didn’t expect him to believe you. Your actions proved the exact opposite.
Whether he believed you or not, Geto was certain of one thing. He tugs you onto his lap. “Listen to me, Y/N.” He peppers a few kisses along your shoulder, trying to still your shaky body. “You will always be my wife.” His head is buried in your chest as he gently guides you back onto his dick, letting you sink further with every word that falls from his lips.
“Even if the stupid rings and the certificate are gone…” You look down to see nothing but sincerity on his face. “In my eyes, you will always be my wife and nobody will ever replace you.”
