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26• imma be so fr…u should not take me seriously. @xplasticxxx is my “main” acc (technically, i don’t use it really)

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oooo sorry i disappeared for a year. i broke my laptop and haven’t had much ability to write anything. BUT im rewatching MHA and inspiration has returned so HOPEFULLY I’ll be back soon. i’ll find a way to write somehow even if i don’t have a laptop anymore 🧡

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Welcome Back (Gojo X Fem!Reader)

fluff/smut!

Summary: Gojo left you confused for months, but he finally turns back up unexpectedly to apologize and win you back.

A/N: Well, uhm... guess who's back? Sorry for the super long break between posts I have been SUPER busy with work and conventions and stuff. But hopefully I can get to writing more. I started this a few months back to be honest and just found the motivation to finish it so I hope you like it.

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The curtains rustled in the air as the cool night breeze blew through the open balcony door. It might have been a bit chilly to leave the door open, but the fresh air always made you feel better on nights like this. Nights where your emotions run rampant, where your longing for what once was becomes stronger than anything you've ever felt prior. You felt the way the wind brushed your exposed legs gently, reminiscent. Across from the open patio door you stood in your kitchen, back pressed against the cold white countertop as you stared into the mug of warm herbal tea you held. On a normal night you would have made a mug for Satoru as well, sat next to him on the couch while he continued his never ending work, watched the way the light from his laptop lit up his features with a soft blue glow. Casual babblings of whatever your days had brought you before the night fell into a sort of silence, trying to keep yourself from dozing off with your head resting in his lap, while the soft sounds of his keyboard clicking as he works above you start to fill your ears. 

But it wasn’t a normal night, or at least, what used to be a normal night. There hasn’t been a normal night in two months now. Your new normal was just this, wandering your once shared apartment, now alone. Letting every little thing, from the city lights to wind rustling through the trees. Satoru had always kept you close, he kept everyone he cared about close. He held onto the people he loved so tightly, as if they would disappear at any moment. His top priority with you was to keep you safe. He knew he was a somewhat dangerous person to have to be around, and despite knowing that you were capable of taking care of yourself, he felt the intense responsibility to protect you from the dangers of his life. You weren’t a sorcerer like he was, you didn’t have to face the same daily battles with curses and curse users like he did. But seeing as you were one of the most important people in his life, that put a target on your head for those who wanted a way at him.

That's why he disappeared, you know it was. He didn’t say anything when he left, you didn’t even know he had until the evening when you got back from work, noticing the apartment was emptier than normal. You practically ran through the hallways, taking note of the little things missing here and there. Making it to the bedroom finally, you practically broke the heavy white door off its hinges as you flung it open. Pulling each drawer of the dresser almost all the way out of their spots, leaving the drawers hung open as your hands rummaged through all the clothes inside, none of sartoru’s anymore, only yours. You tried calling him, over and over again you listened to the mind numbing ringing awaiting his answer. You probably called 50 times before you gave up, not willingly though. Your mind was swirling, dizzying your vision. You couldn;t even see straight anymore, the room was spinning through your teary eyes, your brain couldn't even comprehend how to push the call button anymore. 

And your body? Your chest was so tight you were convinced your lungs were going to collapse in on themselves. Your limbs were weak, your legs gave up on you as you fell to the hardwood floor. Your arms fell loosely to your sides, dropping your cell phone to the floor. Your head drooped low and your tears flowed freely. The ache in your heart was so strong you wanted to just rip it out of your chest to stop the feeling, your nails clawing harshly at the skin on your chest as you tried. It took hours for you to calm down, you never really did fully, just enough to be able to call Megumi. His voice over the phone was full of remorse and hesitance. He filled you in that Gojo had moved out, but he couldn’t tell you where to, even he didn’t actually know. He said Satoru never told him why, just that he said he knew you would call Megumi, and to tell you he had some “Personal reasons.” but not to worry about him. “He’s been worried about you lately, ya know? Always talking about keeping you safe. I’m not sure what he’s doing, but I’m pretty confident he still loves you, and this is all some stupid idea to protect you.” 

You weren’t sure though, if he was ever coming back. If he still loved you, how could he bear never seeing you again? Your eyes shifted upward, staring up at the clock on the microwave through your eyelashes. 11:17 PM. Knowing you have to lug yourself out of bed to work in the early morning, you tried to will yourself to your bedroom. But your body stayed frozen, fighting your willing mind like it was the greatest war the world had seen. You stared at the clock in an almost trance like state, watching the minutes tick by but not really comprehending the changing time. 11:28. And almost as soon as the last digit changed you were pulled from your trance by the sound of your front door opening gently. Now fully aware of your own presence and surroundings, but your body stayed frozen in a sort of fear, or anxiety. 

You could have sworn you locked it, you lock it every evening the second you are home from work. Had you forgotten somehow? Had someone picked the lock, or broke it? Your mind raced with all the possibilities of what it could be, as you listened to the soft footsteps make their way into your home. It wasn’t until you heard the gently jingling of keys being placed on the coffee table that the best possibility clicked in your mind. Satoru, could he really have come back? With that thought you wanted to run out and check, throw yourself in his arms and never let him go. But your body once again fought you, probably for the best, some sort of subliminal safety reflex in your brain. So you stayed still, chest rising and falling with every deep breath you took. Listening to the sound of footsteps making their way to your bedroom, and the lightswitch flicking on and back off again, before the footsteps made their way back out, getting closer and closer to the kitchen. Your eyes darted to the entryway of the room, waiting to see what figure would appear in front of you, hoping with all your heart it would be him. 

“Ya know, if I was a burglar, you would be in some serious trouble right now? What happened to all those survival instincts I know you still have?” There he stood, leaned up against the edge of the wall. His deep voice ringing through the air and hitting your heart perfectly. You didn’t realize just how sweet his voice could sound until you hadn’t heard it for two months. You didn’t respond, just kept your eyes on him, like if you looked away he would disappear. Drinking in the appearance of his white hair falling gently in front of those piercing, almost glowing, blue eyes. He wasn’t wearing the blindfold he normally did, or even the sunglasses he so often reached for. His arms crossed in front of his wide chest, the fabric of his white button down pulling at the slight tension of his muscles. 

Just as you watched him, he watched you. He was trying to keep his heart from beating out of his chest at the sight of you, standing there in your pajama shorts, with a large oversized zip up hanging off your shoulders. The way the thin fabric of your tee shirt underneath seemed to catch just above your hip, exposing your skin slightly. He wanted to just grab your cheeks and kiss your face, that was currently staring back at him wide eyed and mouth slightly agape. “Wh-where have you…” Your voice trailed off, unable to finish your question, too utterly focused on the fact that he was back in front of you. 

You didn’t know if you should jump in excitement, or be angry. You knew what you wanted to do, but being upset seemed like an okay option also. Luckily for you, you didn’t have to think too hard about it because Satoru had made up your mind for you. Long legs sauntering towards you like the wind was carrying him. With a gentle clink of  the ceramic hitting the counter, you set your mug down beside you, staring at those bright blue eyes as he stood directly in front of you. “I missed you.” He whispered, his forehead resting against yours gently. His strong arms holding onto your biceps tightly to keep you in place, positive that his nails were leaving little crescent moon indentations on your skin. Your breath hitched, the air felt like it was leaving your lungs all at once and your eyes began to well with tears. With a shaky sob you placed both fists on his chests, punching the skin above his ribcage gently “Why did you leave me? Where have you been?” You cried out, sharp inhalations between each word as you tried and failed to steady your breath despite your sobs. 

This moment somehow felt the same as when he left. The feeling like your heart was being torn to shreds inside your chest, the breathless panic, all of it, you were feeling all over again. But this time there was a sort of comfort? It was as if reliving these feelings was meant to remind you that although he was the cause, he was also the solution. “I love you, and I know leaving like that makes it seem like I’m lying, but I promise I’m not. I was wrong. I had this crazy…crazy idea, and everything I did was for you, but I was wrong.” His voice was steady and low, calming. Calming enough to lessen the haste of your sobs, let you catch your breath for a moment. And although tears still shed from your closed eyes, your mind seemed to come back to reality for the time being. 

“If you love me, how could you leave like that? You didn’t even say goodbye, you…” quickened words fell from your tongue but were cut short by his haste interruption. “I know… I know, it seems awful. Not even seems, it was awful of me. But if you will let me, I would like to explain.” One of his large hands caressed your cheek, lifting your head so your bloodshot eyes met his crystal clear ones. His long thumb grazing your skin as he gently wiped a few tears, just for the skin to be rewet with new ones. You didn’t say anything, not even a nod, but somehow by the look in your eyes he had all the approval he needed to explain himself and his mistakes to you. 

Taking your hand in his, his long slender fingers interlocking with yours, he pulled you towards the balcony door. The cold tile of the outside patio on your bare feet made you jump. All the plants you once had up here had died recently, you couldn’t bring yourself to take care of them like you used to. Your apartment had the most extraordinary view of the city below, Satoru insisted the extra money for rent was worth it for this sight. When you two got this place together he said the beautiful view matched the beautiful life you two would share here. His shoes tapped the ground in sync with the soft pattering of your feet. You two made your way to the cream colored swinging bench just to the side of the sliding door, another one of Satoru’s ideas. He came home with the giant box one day, forcing you to help him put the damn thing together, not that it was difficult. The entire time you two spent building it he would not stop yapping about how “It will be the perfect spot for us to destress after work!” But it almost never got used. You two were both so busy the thing practically just collected dust out here. But now its purpose finally came, just not the way you two thought it would. 

He sat down first, pulling you down next to him, your knee slightly brushing his leg. Your gaze fell on the city below, watching the hustle and bustle nightlife, whereas he let his gaze rise to the stars above. With a heavy sigh, his shoulders rising and falling, he finally spoke. “I’ve tried to leave a hundred times ya know? Tried to force myself to pack up and leave a million times over. I could never bring myself to do it though.” You cocked an eyebrow in confusion, not that he would see it though as he kept his eyes lifted. He came back just to tell you he wanted to leave the entire time? If he was trying to explain you surely were not connecting the dots yet. “I never wanted to leave you. I swear. I just, this life, being a jujutsu sorcerer, it's…dangerous. I know you know that, but, you don’t have cursed energy, you can’t see all the things I see. I know I'm the strongest, and I want nothing more than to protect the people I care about, to protect you. There's curse users that want me dead and will do anything to take me out of their way, and that might mean using you to get to me. I couldn’t bear the thought of being the reason a target was put on your head.” His voice was straining, if you could manage to raise your eyes to look at his face you would see the tears welling in his eyes, not falling yet. 

“My best friend. He used to be a sorcerer also, but this life broke his mind. He turned not just on jujutsu society, but humanity. He…he’s a danger.  Before I left I saw him. For the first time in years I saw him, and you will never believe what he said to me.” It was obvious he was crying now, you could hear it in his whispers. You wondered if he could tell you were crying also, if he could hear your labored breathing, or see your shoulders shudder out of the corner of his eye. “What did he say?” Your voice came out hoarse, scratchy and nasally. Gojo let out another sigh, shaking his head at just the memory of the interaction. “He brought you up. He asked about you. I don’t even know how he knows who you are, we hadn’t spoken or even seen each other since well before you came into my life. He mentioned you by name!” He wailed out loudly. You raised a hand slowly to cover your lips in shock. Suddenly the pieces of the puzzle started fitting together and you were understanding Satorus seemingly stupid actions completely. Pinching and rolling the flesh of your lower lip between your thumb and forefinger you listened intently as Gojo continued. 

“Just the fact that he knows you are a part of my life is cause for concern. But I know, Geto would do anything to achieve his ‘perfect society’. Him mentioning your name wasn’t just curiosity. It was a warning. I figured the only way I could keep you safe, away from his harmful reach, was to stay away from you, take the target off your head the only way I knew how.” You don’t think in the entire time you and Satoru have been together you have ever seen him this serious. Even the deepest of conversations between you two are filled with jokes and his playful comments. But now? His goofy persona was gone, not even so much of a chuckle when he referred to himself as the strongest. And it was this lack of comedic ego that scared you more than anything. “Satoru, I- I understand why you left. But it’s my turn to tell you my thoughts.” You turn your head to glance at him for a response. A small nod with a lack of eye contact was all you got, but it was enough. 

“I love you. I don’t think I could ever stop loving you. And I appreciate your attempts at keeping me safe. But you don’t think it would have been worth telling me? What if something had happened even though you were gone? You wouldn’t have even known. Did you plan on never coming back?” Satoru chewed at his lower lip listening to you reprimand him. He listened like his life depended on it, he deserved to hear how stupid he was for this and he knew it. “I didn’t know if you were coming back…I tried to move on, pick my life back up and carry on like normal. But every time I tried to move on the stars spelled out your name like they were taunting me. I was so angry, I still am. Every reminder of you made me wish I could just forget everything. I screamed at the stars that spelled your name to stop reminding me of you, but they just burned brighter. I can’t go on without you again.” fat tears rolled down your cheeks as you closed your probably over emotional monologue. 

Your teary eyes raised to see the hazy figure of your boyfriend next to you, his white hair and blue eyes looked like they were shining with streaks of light through the tears glossing your eyes. His body was turned to face you with a somber expression plastered across his features. Before you could even process his actions he was pulling you close to him, pressing his lips into yours softly. Your shoulders dropped, the tension you didn't even realize your body had built up releasing. And although this one kiss felt like it could last a million years, it also seemed to be over quicker than you would have liked. Satoru’s fingers entangled with yours, his lips still less than an inch away from yours. “I promise I’ll never be so stupid again. My heart couldn’t even bear the thought of leaving you again.”

The corner of your lip upturned into a smirk. Shaking your head with a slight chuckle you pressed your lips to his again. Your heart finally felt warm and whole again, it was like your lungs were breathing fresh air for the first time. Satoru finally had you back in his grasp and there was no way he was letting go of you again, he proved it with the way his hands moved to your waist, gripping your sides tightly before pulling you into his lap. Your arms wrapped around his neck as he moved you. You two never separated for air, it was like you were each other's breath. The chilly night breeze cooled your now flushed skin, goosebumps raising on your bare legs. 

His hands roamed your body, fingers caressing every curve and crease before finding purchase on your plush thighs squeezing the flesh lightly. You two were completely and utterly lost in eachother, minds a haze at the feeling of being back in the others embrace. As if on instinct, your hips started to move on top of him, grinding lightly back and forth over the fabric of his trousers. Below you could start to feel him harden through the thin fabric of your shorts. You almost forgot you were outside for a moment, so high up in the air you typically wouldn't have to worry about anyone seeing you from all the way down below. That was, until the sound of your downstairs neighbors walking out onto their own balcony below filled your ears. The two of you finally pulled away from each other, after what seemed like ages, lips puffy and red. Your hands moved to rest on his chest as you two tried to catch your breath, eyes locking with his while you subtly eavesdrop on the voices below you, trying to gauge if they were going to be outside for long, or if this was just a quick smoke break for them. 

“Would you like to go somewhere more private?” Satoru’s charmingly smoothe voice broke your shared silence, but quiet enough to ensure your neighbors wouldn't hear him. With a small nod from you Gojo wasted no time in standing up, you still in his arms. Your legs wrapped around his waist and arms around his neck yet again as he held you tight. His lips met the skin of your neck with gentle kisses that slowly morphed into little love bites as he made his way back into the warmer air of your apartment. “I can walk ya know?” You practically moaned out, but did nothing to stop him from continuing to carry you. “And I can levitate, just ‘cause we can do things doesn't mean we have to.” His normal unserious demeanor seemingly has returned, one of the things you missed the most while he was gone. 

Pushing past the bedroom door his lips continued their assault on your neck. You were absolutely positive there would be bruises in the morning. You barely even realized when he was laying you back against the soft bed sheets, his tall, muscular, yet lean body crawling overtop of yours. “Satoru…” you moaned, as he licked a stripe from your collar bone up your neck, to just below your jaw. He looked up at you through half lidded eyes, tilting his head and cocking his eyebrow, silently asking what you wanted. But when you found yourself silenced by his pretty eyes, he chuckled to himself, “I missed the sound of your pretty voice love.” You brought a shaky hand to your face, biting the tip of your index finger lightly while you drank in this moment. “Show me how much you missed me.” Your voice was barely above a whisper, almost as if you were unsure you meant for him to hear you. But he did, eyes darkening, he moved at almost inhuman speed attaching his lips to yours once again. One of his palms rested on the pillow next to your head to hold himself up above you. His other hand made quick work snaking under the loose fabric of your shirt, gliding its way along the curve of your waist and pushing your clothing up with it. Before you could even process his actions your shirt was off your body, you gasped at the sudden feeling of your chest being completely exposed. 

While his hands made work palming your breasts, yours made work undoing the buttons of his shirt. One by one you popped each button open, his pale abs finally on display. Before you could even finish undoing the last button Gojo was pulling the shirt off his shoulders throwing it somewhere in the same general vicinity he threw yours. Your fingertips lightly grazed the skin of his torso, dragging down gently until they reached the waistband of his pants. They practically danced along the top of the fabric, you watched him carefully hoping he would get the hint to help you out and take them off. “Impatient…” He tsked at you with a smirk. “If you want something, then you ask for it.” He teased. “Satoru, you leave me for two months, and come back just to make me beg?” You uttered back with playful lust, dipping one finger just barely inside the waistband, pulling it back slightly before letting it go rest back against his hips. 

“You have a fair point.” He started with a slight tilt of his head, “But yours gotta come off first.” Sitting back on his knees, he looped his fingers into the fabric of your shorts, pulling them down your legs to your ankles. He raised one of your legs to his face as he finished pulling them off, kissing the skin of your calf, up to your thigh, until your leg was resting over his shoulder and his face was level with your clothed cunt. “Hey no fair, you were supposed to take yours off.” you whined, only to be met with the teasing touch of his long fingers running gentle stripes up and down your folds. “In due time princess. I’ll give you what you want, don't worry. For right now though, these pretty pink panties of yours are soaked, I think I'm needed down here first.” You let out a soft “oh” when he pulled your panties to the side. He was practically devouring you with his eyes, before you could even realize his tongue was on you, gently tasting your wetness. Your hands shot down to his hair, running your fingers through the white strands while you softly panted and moaned at the feeling. Gojo used the tip of his tongue to tease your clit with quick little licks, moaning at the taste of you while he did so, before attaching his lips around your bud and sucking harshly. He let out a deep groan, sending vibrations through your core that you couldn't help but buck your hips at. 

He used one hand to hold your hips in place, while the other he used to snake his long slender fingers into you. You arched your back off the bed, maybe it was just because you missed him, or maybe it was the lack of attention for so long, but you felt extra sensitive tonight and he could clearly tell. “S-Satoru p-please” you could hardly get the words out you were stuttering so much, He gazed up at you, humming against you as a way of asking you what you want, but also to drive you crazy. “Can’t even talk? Come on, pretty girl, tell me what you’re beggin’ for.” He finally detached his lips from you, but his fingers continued to work inside you as he sat back on his heels between your legs. Your panting grew heavier as you grew more desperate for him, as good as his fingers and tongue had felt, you needed him more than anything right now. Sick of his teasing you grabbed one of the pillows next to your head, “Satoru!” you cried out, flinging the pillow at him gently. The soft white plush hit his chest with a quiet thud. 

“You’re cute when you're angry.” He laughed down at you, using the hand that wasn’t still inside you to caress your cheek, pinching the fatty skin between his thumb and forefinger. “Not as cute as when you're cumming though.” And just as fast as the words fell from his mouth, his fingers were suddenly thrusting into you faster and harder. “Oh, god!” You screamed, writhing against the mattress beneath him. If you were more coherent you would be embarrassed by the sound of your wet pussy around his fingers, but you couldn't even focus on anything but the feeling of your impending orgasm. Satoru mumbled out soft praises as he coaxed you closer and closer. With a few more rapid flicks of his fingers against your g spot, you were cumming on his hand. In typical Gojo fashion though, there was no stopping him once he had a goal, and currently that goal was seeing you so overstimulated just from his fingers that you couldn’t even think straight. So even as you squirted around his fingers, he never stopped his quick movements, your moans were so loud you were certain every resident in this building could hear you. 

It wasn’t until your hands were flying down to his wrist, gripping him tightly as you tried to stop his motions, and your heels were dug into the plush bed trying your best to scurry your body away from him that he finally stopped. He Chuckled down at you, finding your overstimulation to be such an adorable sight. “What? Too much?” he taunted, pulling his fingers out of you and bringing them to your face. Your mouth slightly agape, panting as you tried for air, Satoru leaned in close over you, his long slender fingers dancing over the plush of your lower lip, still wet with your arousal. “You’re mine, you’ve always been mine.” He whispered, using the tips of his fingers to pull down your lower lip,  before dipping them into your mouth. Closing your lips around him you tasted yourself on him, running your tongue around his digits while sucking lightly. 

Gojo watched the way you licked his fingers clean, totally entranced by the sight of your pretty face engaging in an act so lewd. This moment, having you under him like this again, for the first time in so long made him regret all the time he had been gone even more than he did before. This wasn’t the only way he viewed you in his mind's eye obviously, he missed everything about you. The soft pad of your feet across the floor in the morning, the way your cold feet brushed him in the bed at night, the way you softly hummed every song that was stuck in your head constantly. He missed it all. But being like this with you, so vulnerable, it made him want to prove his devotion to you more than ever. And with that thought in his head, he slowly pulled his fingers from your lips. Delicately, he grabbed your jaw, holding your head in place so he could give your lips the most tender, chaste, kiss. You both couldn’t wait anymore, a second longer and you both might combust. 

Breaking the kiss, Satoru makes quick work with his pants finally. Removing both them and his boxers his rock hard cock sprung free, his slightly reddened tip resting just a bit under his belly button. There was truly no part of him that wasn't perfect. His length, his girth, the veins that ran along his shaft. You whimpered at the sight of him, more needy than ever for him to be buried inside you. He gave himself a few strokes, before reaching down to your waiting body. Looping an arm around your waist, he pulled you up so your body was resting over his lap. Leaned back on his heels, you were hovering over his aching length. “I need you as close as possible, love.” He whispered, pulling you even closer, so your chest was resting against his, and your legs wrapped around his lower back, he slowly pushed your hips down. His tip gently eased into you, making you whimper and moan at the sensation of him finally being inside you again. 

Nestling your head into the crook of his neck, your lips peppered small featherlight kisses over the skin. Satoru’s hands held you steady for a moment, savoring the feeling of your tight walls once again. With a low grunt he finally rocked his hips back, before pushing up again slowly, methodically, both of you breathing heavily from the sensation. As his hips rolled into you, you started matching his pace with subtle bounces, amplifying the feeling. The sound of your soft moans and little whimpers were almost too much for him, his chest was tightening with the anticipation of watching you unravel for him once again. Suddenly, his hands moved from their guiding spot on your hips, grabbing the sides of your face, thumbs resting just before your ears while his fingers tangled into your hair, he pulled your face in front of his. Watching your expressions closely you both couldn't seem to pull your eyes away from each other. He studied the way your mouth hung slightly agape, the way your brows furrowed and eyes started to water. You watched the way he tightened his jaw, the slight glisten of sweat on his skin, and the pretty way his eyelashes fluttered while he tried to keep his cool. 

“God I love you.” He grunted lowly, wasting no time between the words falling off his tongue and his lips crashing into yours. He kissed you with such force it pushed you back, all the way against the soft mattress while he held himself above you with one arm, the other still holding your head in place. Your legs remained locked around his waist as this position gave him a better angle. His thrusts got deeper, faster, harder. Your jaw went slack, mouth hanging open while your moans got louder and louder. He smiled above you, drinking in the sight of your eyes closing with pleasure. He couldn't help but flash a slightly cocky smile and rest his forehead against yours. The headboard above you thudded against the wall behind it, and the bedframe creaked beneath you, Sartoru’s thrusts had become so sharp and hard, if he wasn’t careful he could break the bed. 

Between the tiny curses dancing on his tongue you managed to sneak in a few words of your own. Although they were closer to please. The familiar feeling of your impending orgasm was sneaking up on you. Your fingers found themselves clawing stark red marks against the pale skin of Satoru’s back. “Please, please.’ You found yourself begging for the second time tonight, the words barely above a whisper, coming out breathy and soft. With a slight smirk Gojo responded, “You don’t have to beg this time princess…” he started, but that wasn’t entirely what you wanted to hear. “No.” you cut him off, “No, I want you to cum with me. Please?” You nodded along to your own words as if to convince him. With a chuckle he nodded back with you, agreeing with your request. If he was honest with himself the sound of you begging like that was almost enough to push him over the edge. “Alright pretty girl, can you hold out just a little longer for me?” He asked, kissing your cheek while his thumb ran lovingly over the skin by your ear. You bit your lip hard as you nodded along to his request, trying your hardest to stop yourself from coming undone beneath him.

“I-I’m close babygirl.” He grumbled, the hand on your face now moving to the small of your waist, pushing you down harder into the mattress. “Satoru please…” you gripped the white strands of his hair as your legs locked tighter around him, holding him against you. “Fuck, cum for me princess, now.” His words came out like a rushed demand, aggressive yet hurried like he was afraid to miss the moment. He didn’t have to worry though, you were so on edge you were practically cumming the second he said it. Your walls tightened around him sucking in the thick white ropes he was shooting into you. His cock twitched inside you while his hips stilled, the soft patch of hair just above his cock tickling against your clit. His groans were loud, almost overshadowing yours. After a few moments of catching his breath, he planted his lips on yours once again, kissing you hard while he continued twitching inside your warmth. He was cumming so much the white mess was dripping out around his length, running a bit down towards the sheets below. 

You stayed that way for a while, neither one of you really wanting to separate just yet. Eventually though Satoru pulled himself out of you, his cum spilling from your pussy making a mess of the bed. Satoru wrapped his arms around you, flipping you over him as he laid flat on the bed next to where you had just been. Your head rested on his chest, letting out a small giggle at the sudden motion. “I love you. I love you so much and I'm sorry for ever leaving.” He admitted, letting his long, slender fingers run through your tangled hair. “I love you too.” you sighed. “Well, I think we need to wash these sheets, and get ourselves washed up while we wait. What do ya say? I’ll draw a relaxing bath and toss these sheets in the wash, and we can end the night with some romantic cuddling or something?” His typical joking attitude shining through again. 

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do u have a master list? 😓

i don’t yet :( i didnt think i had written enough to justify making one quite yet but i definitely can put one together 💕

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hey uhm. i promise im not dead i actually am working on things just. very. slowly.

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remembering the fact that hawks and i have the same birthday and having to stop myself from writing something so terribly self indulgent

[gengarpng]

You know what? Fuck you.

*unshrinkies your dinks*

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[internetwes]

no..... my dinks....

[stardial]

*unskrinkies you*

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Tweezing Troubles Hawks X reader

Fluff!

Summary: Hawks eyebrows are crazy unruly. As his girlfriend you take it upon yourself to help him get cleaned up again

A/N: Alright... I've been working on a longer Gojo fic but this idea popped into my head and I had to get it done. Sorry for my long break, i've been working like crazy and my (ex)partner cheated on me so I have been lacking motivation to do much of anything. I hope you enjoy this fluffy little blurb though.

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“Baaaabeeee. Pleeeaaasssee, they look fine.” Keigo whined, digging his heels into the ground in an attempt to stop you from pulling him into the bathroom. You dragged him along behind you by his arm, your grip firm on his wrist while he used his other free hand to try to pry your fingers off of him, with no luck. ‘Kei, you cannot leave them like that, you look crazy. It’s not gonna hurt I promise.” You tried to console him, flicking on the bathroom light and attempting to pull him through the door with you. But you were stopped in your tracks, turning around to see Keigo had stopped trying to pry your fingers off his wrist, and had instead opted to use his free hands to grip the door frame, pulling back against it trying to get away. “How do you know it won't hurt?” He complained, his voice raised slightly with concern for his well being. He was acting like you were gonna perform some surgery on him. “Kei, I do it to myself all the time. It is just a few plucks.” You grabbed his arm with both hands, giving him a hard tug as you finally pulled him into the bathroom. 

“Now sit.” you commanded, pushing him down onto the small chair you had brought into the room earlier. You knew he would try to fight you on this so you figured you would prepare ahead of time, setting up a seat and a few tools on the countertop before fetching your boyfriend from his comfy spot on the couch. Hawks listened begrudgingly, plopping down onto the small cushioned seat that normally sat at your vanity. “Come on dove, I did them earlier like you asked, don't make me do it again.” His tone was so drawn out and whiney, you couldn't help but laugh. How could the number two hero be such a baby? “No you didn’t, they actually somehow look crazier than they did before.” you said, placing your hands on the sides of his face and running your thumbs through the long, unruly hairs of his eyebrows. 

Hawks had always had bushy eyebrows, it was actually one of your favorite features on him. But in the last few weeks they had become an absolute mess, you were pretty sure you could braid the hairs if you tried. “What are you so afraid of? If I can do it, the number two pro hero can do it.” You reassured him, “Besides, you have definitely been through far worse than some eyebrow trimming.” you let your finger trace the scar along his cheek and jaw as you turned away from him for just a moment, picking up the small silver scissors and a eyebrow spoolie. 

Keigo looked up at you, standing in front of him tools in hand, with worry filled pleading eyes. “It’s just some scissors right now Kei, I’m not plucking anything…yet” you whispered that last part under your breath. He took deep breaths trying to calm himself down as you reached the spoolie to his eyebrows, slowly and carefully brushing the hairs up, getting them to all go the same direction and lay as flat as possible. “Close your eyes please.” you instructed gently, adjusting the scissors in your hand to fit your forefinger and thumb through the small holes. “Fine, don’t make me look stupid though!” he called out, gently closing his black rimmed eyes and letting you get to work on the jungle of hair on his face. 

Cautiously, you used the spoolie in one hand to push the hairs up as high and straight as they would go, and then with your other carefully snipped the scissors over the ends of the hairs. You were trimming for only a matter of minutes, a snip here, a cut there, tidying them up to perfection. You made sure to keep his normal long bushy tails, careful not to trim too much. When you were done with the scissors you set them back on the counter, running the spoolie through his brows one more time before picking up the tweezers. You debated telling him he could open his eyes in between, but you were afraid seeing the tweezers would freak him out too much. 

“Keep your eyes closed. I’m just gonna pluck a few stray hairs.” You warned him, hoping it would keep him calm. But you were wrong, his eyes shot open wide as he almost fell backwards off the chair. “WHAT?! No, babe come on they really don’t need that.” He pleaded. He looked like a small child, hands clasping together and puppy dog eyes as he begged. You shook your head at him with a chuckle, placing your hands on his shoulders, steadying him on the chair again. “Breathe. In and out babe come one.” You instructed, breathing in deep yourself as a bit of a demonstration for him. Keigo matched his breathing to yours, successfully calming himself down. “I promise it won’t hurt Kei. Do you want me to show you to myself first?” Hoping that offering to pluck your own brows first would lessen his worries. Hawks gave you a small nod, and with a sigh you turned your body back towards the mirror. You leaned it close, examining your own brows, looking for any hairs that seemed out of place. Noticing a few towards the tail that you could stand to lose. You brought the tweezers up confidently and plucked the hairs. One by one you got rid of the strays, making your way towards the front of your brows, and the little space of skin in between them. 

This part actually did usually hurt a little. Nothing crazy but you never really loved the feeling of tweezing the bit of skin. You put on the bravest face you could though trying to make it seem like it was nothing for Keigos sake, holding your breath while you plucked only a few hairs from the space. You finished the job, the skin around your now tidied brows slightly pink and tender. Turning to look at your boyfriend again you shrugged your shoulders down at him. “See?  No big deal.” You spoke with confidence, praying he would finally let you finish with his own. “Your skin is all red though?” He said with a bit of worry, but more relaxed seeing your mostly okay state. “Well yeah, they are a bit irritated, it’s just a little sting though, nothing to worry about. I promise I’m not gonna do much, there's just a few hairs out of place.”

And with a heavy sigh he closed his eyes again, letting you get back to your task. You smiled to yourself leaning in close to his face and observing what work needed to be done. Bringing the tweezers to his face you plucked the first hair, pausing to see his reaction after. He jumped a little at the feeling, letting out a little yelp while he was at it. But he quickly calmed back down, breathing heavily through puckered lips. Seeing he was okay you continued, tweezing the tails of both his brows before getting to that  You hesitated, knowing he would not like this part one bit. “Kei, I won’t lie, this next part might actually hurt a little.” You winced away at your words, bracing for a strong reaction from him. Instead though you were pleasantly met with only a drawn out whine from him, scrunching his face up in dread, but keeping his eyes closed for you. “It’s only like three hairs and then you're done I promise!” 

You skillfully tweezed the first hair, making sure not to take any load bearing hairs with it. Keigo winced harshly, you really did feel bad for him during this part. You pushed his hair back from his forehead, steading your other hand on top of his head while you got the second hair. He winced again but less strong this time. “One more.” you said, and quickly pulled out the last of his stray hairs. “Done!” You exclaimed, setting the tweezers back on the counter and pressing your lips to his forehead for a sweet chaste kiss. “You look so handsome.” you cooed as you admired your good work.  “Alright lemme see if all this pain was worth it.” He spoke dramatically, rolling his eyes at you as he stood up. He placed his hands on your waist to back you up out of his way, turning himself towards the mirror and leaning in close to examine. Even he had to admit, they looked a lot better. He was back to his usual well kept self. “Yeah, they look good. You did good, Dove.” His compliment went straight to your heart, smiling at him in the mirror. “They kinda hurt though.” He complained, and you groaned knowing this was coming. “You big baby.” you lightly hit his arm, pushing him a little. Opening the bathroom door again you start to walk out, calling over your shoulder while you leave. “I’ll take you out for dinner since you did so well.” You teased, making your way to the front door to grab your shoes. As if you would leave without him, Keigo came chasing after you, grabbing your waist again and hugging you from behind, even though you were still bent over putting your shoes on. “Can we get chicken?” He pleaded excitedly, gripping you even tighter as you stood back up. Spinning in his arms to face him now, you wrapped your arms around him and looked up into his golden eyes. You tilted your head before speaking, “We can if you hurry up and get your shoes on.” Tapping his chest lightly before walking out the door, waiting out in the hallway of the apartment complex for him to hurry up.

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i’ve been working on what i think is my best fic yet. it’s long as shit and only like halfway through i’m so proud of it so far but damn if it flops i might actually crash out

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guys i’ve run out of ideas i need new concepts

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Show Me How You Do It GetoXFem!reader

Geto finds your toys hidden in a drawer and wants to know how you use them.

warnings!! dom/sub dynamics, master kink, geto refers to reader as “little girl” briefly, squirting, slight cum play, forced masturbation?, teasing, idk there’s probably more that i can’t remember pls let me know if i forgot any

A/N. OKAY i’m sorry i haven’t posted anything in a minute. Unfortunately i do have a life and spend it working myself to death😅. fr tho it’s busy season for me and i have been so busy i haven’t had time to write anything so i really hope you guys enjoy this.

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Sat in the center of the bed, you had a small laundry basket balancing on the plush mattress next to you, articles of clothing folded into neat piles in front of you. Stacks of your clothes piled next to stacks of his. Geto stood at the end of the bed waiting for you to finish folding so he could help you put the articles away in your guys’ respective drawers. Your husband not only had the task of putting the clothes away, but also listening to whatever stories you were babbling on about. He listened attentively every time, asking questions here and there, just so he could hear you continue on. As you continued to talk and fold, Geto made his way back and forth from the bed to the dressers, taking pile by pile to their correct homes. Grabbing another shirt from the basket, you didn’t even bother to look up as you took your time to fold it crisp. Not even noticing Geto grabbing to pile of your delicates that you kept in a small drawer at the top of the dresser, a drawer only you really ever opened. You kept some personal items in there, not much, just a small pink vibrator wand, and a light purple silicone dildo. Not toys you used often as your husband was more than enough for you, but for the nights he was away, or while he was busy with his work as a cult leader during the day.

They weren’t painfully obvious in the drawer, they sat at the bottom, covered by the various laces and other fabrics of your panties. But as Geto pulled the drawer open to set your belongings inside, a sliver of hot pink caught his eye. Curious, he set the folded pile in his hand down, pushing a few of the panties in the drawer to the side to unveil your toys. For a moment his eye widened, a bit of shock at seeing such things that he didn’t even know you owned. Once the shock wore off, he was left with an eyebrow cocked in curiosity. Curious as to how long you had these toys in your shared home, and he didn’t know about them. Curious about when you were even using them and why you needed them. He was confident your sex life was more than satisfactory, you two spent most nights with limbs tangled and sharing hot breaths. But most importantly he was curious about what you looked like using them. His imagination could run wild with images of you with these toys between your legs, with thoughts of the messes you made with them. Did you think of him while you fucked yourself with the dildo, or while pressing the massager to your clit?

By now his own thoughts had drowned out your talking behind him, no longer focused on your words he didn’t even notice you calling his name to get his attention. “Babe? Hello?” Your voice finally hitting his ears. You were still blissfully unaware of Getos’ find, looking at the back of his broad shoulders with his long black hair draped over them perfectly, waiting for him to turn around and answer you. Instead you were met with him turning on his heels, toys in hand and a dark look in his eyes. He tilted his head to the side slightly, a small smirk playing on the corner of his lips as he watched your eyes widen in embarrassment. One of your small hands poorly covered the lower half of your face, an ill attempt to hide your shocked and embarrassed face. “Care to explain yourself, doll?” His deep voice echoed in your ears.

Your eyes shot across the room, averting his intense and intimidating gaze. “I didn’t think you would find those.” you whispered, mostly to yourself, you only halfway wanted him to hear you. Your body shrunk in on itself, shoulders drooping and arms tucking themselves in close to your torso, as he slowly walked towards you, toys in hand. “Didn’t think I would find them hmm? Were you hiding them from me?” His voice was dripping with a mix of play anger and seduction. “No!” You quickly retorted, whipping your head back around to look at him once again, but the second your eyes fell on his tall dominating stature, you couldnt help but retort back to your meek self. “I wasn’t hiding them for any bad reasons, they are just, ya know, personal. I didn’t think you needed to know about them…” your voice trembled, barely above a whisper.

Geto stood at the end of the bed once again, staring you down in silence. Watching you twiddle your thumbs in your lap while you kept your eyes glued to the bed sheets below you. “Look at me doll.” He commanded with a soft voice, setting the toys down on the mattress below him. You peered your eyes up, but kept your chin tucked low, looking at him through the hair that fell in front of your face. With no words he raised a beckoning finger at you, and you listened, crawling your way down the sheets to kneel right in front of him on the bed. Your head met at just under chest level for him, your eyes puppylike as you maintained contact with his. The same beckoning finger as before was now a flat hand, running over the top of your head and fingertips curling though your hair. “Tell me, why do you need such toys. Do I not satisfy you?” The way his voice always carried such confidence always surprised you. It was as if his ego never faltered, stark contrast to your current flustered, mumbling state.

Do I not satisfy you? What a stupid question for him to ask, especially when he already knew the answer. “O-of course you do. More than enough. They are just for…” you trailed off, too embarrassed to finish your sentence. He was your husband, the closest person to you. He’s seen every embarrassing thing you could do, he knows all the dirty secrets you hide from everyone else. Really, sharing the fact that you occasionally masturbate when he’s not around shouldn’t be this big of a deal. But this was Getos game, making you feel small in comparison to his dominance. His fingered moved from the back of your head to the bottom of your chin, gently dancing along the soft skin of your jawline, “For what?” He bent slightly as he spoke, bringing his face closer to your own. The playful smirk on his lips was all too telling, he found seeing you a flustered mess knelt beneath him was amusing to him.

Eyes dropping to your lap again, your thumbs moved over themselves even quicker than before, a somewhat soothing action. “They are for when you aren’t around.” you whispered. Geto normally would make you speak up, force you to speak clearly when addressing him. But this time he let the whispering slide, just this once he figured he could throw his poor puppy a bone before the events he was already planning for you. He tilted your chin up, letting out a small huff. “Eyes on me now.”

His lips pressed gently to your forehead, before pulling away with a devilish smile. He rolled his neck, laughing audibly to the thoughts in his own head, thoughts about how he was going to force you into a whining begging mess for him, all without even giving you the thing he knew you would be desperate for. “My precious little wife can’t stand the thought of being without her husband's cock for even a night? Insatiable. Tell me doll, do you think about me while you pleasure yourself.” He stood back from you, crossing his arms over his broad chest. His teasing tone was leaving you speechless, so you opted for a simple nod. “Use your words.” He demanded. Gulping, you tried to swallow the embarrassment, the nerves, praying the dry feeling in your mouth wouldn’t cause you to choke on your words. “Y-yes.”

“Yes, what?” Geto’s voice was short and curt. Swallowing your pride yet again you gave him the answer he wanted all along. “Yes master.” With a swift nod, Geto made his way to the bed behind you, reaching forward to wrap you in his arm, pulling you back with him as his back rested against the dark wood headboard. You sat straddling his lap, hands resting gently on his chest while his larger ones held your lips in place against him. “You seem to be having some trouble with words, my dear. But even so, I want to hear your voice, explaining to me the thoughts you have when I’m not around. Can you tell me, what it is you think about while you use your toys?” His fingers moved in soothing circles over your hips.

You opened your mouth to speak, but no words came out. Only short nervous breaths and slight mumbling noises. The thoughts you had were clear in your mind, creating a needy ache between your legs. Yet despite how clearly you could envision your thoughts of Geto touching you, pleasing you, loving you, you simply could not form the words to describe it. You felt the low vibrating rumble of his chest as he hummed at your inability, his head tilted to the side as he watched you playfully, soaking in the way you looked so shy on top of him. “No? Can’t seem to say it?” He teased, using one of his hands to cradle your cheek, running the pad of his thumb over the skin gently. “Guess you will just have to show me.” You froze at his request, eyes widening more than you even thought possible. The air in the room around you felt still, you weren’t even sure if you were still breathing. “W-what do you mean?” He couldn't possibly be asking you to do what you think he is right now, right?

And you were right, to a degree. He wasn’t asking you to masturbate in front of him, that would be a silly thing to ask. Geto was demanding, you use your toys in front of him. It was almost instantaneous how quickly he had you off of his lap and laying your back on the bed. Moving to his knees he reached for the toys at the end of the bed, then made his way to kneel in front of you. “Do you normally use both?” he asked, holding one toy in each hand on either side of his face, eyes moving back and forth between the pink and purple objects. With a small nod you started to move in an attempt to sit upright, but your actions were cut short by Geto quickly telling you to “Lay back down.” with a slightly raised voice. “Which do you start with, or do you use both at the same time?” he pondered again, he savored every moment of teasing you like this. “The pink one. I usually use the vibrator first.” You tried your hardest to answer with more confidence, but your voice betrayed you, still sounding so meek and quiet, stumbling on words.

His body leaned over yours, his large frame trapping your smaller one underneath him. His lips were mere centimeters from yours. “Do you normally undress first?” He whispered, letting the low gruffness of his voice fall on your ears. Swallowing hard you nodded again, eyes closing tightly waiting for him to kiss you, touch you, do anything to give you some sort of satisfaction. His lips ghosted over yours, so close you could practically feel the plushness of his lower lip brushing yours. But before you could savor the feeling of his lips on yours, he was pulling away, setting the toys down next to the two of you he used one hand to play with the hem of your shirt. “Then start by taking this off.” Your eyes shot open, looking at him with utmost confusion. Normally he would be the one to rip your clothes off you, every time you two had sex he took the most pleasure in being the one to remove your clothing, slowly revealing your body to himself. But now he was asking you to be the one to strip for him.

Despite your confusion and desperate desires for even a simple kiss, you obeyed. Pulling the hem of your shirt up and over your head, before laying your back down on the bed again. Geto bit his lip at the way your soft skin covered itself in goosebumps at the nip of the cool air in your room. He loved days where you were just doing house chores cause it meant you forgo a bra, and it was one less layer for him to remove. He sat back on his heels, “Go on, show me how you do it.” He could feel his erection hardening in his sweatpants, yet he refrained from touching himself yet. With hesitant hands you hooked your fingers into the waistband of your shorts, lifting your hips as you slid them, along with your panties down your legs. You were moving slower than you normally would, but your anxiety was making you incable with moving any faster. Your clothes now in a pile next to Geto, you trailed your fingertips over your body, your fingertips dancing around your torso before palming your own breasts, the way you imagine Geto’s hands to do when you were alone. Your knees pushed together tightly, trying to create some friction between your legs, imagining the way it felt when Geto was the one creating it instead.

Geto reached for the pink vibrator, not once taking his eyes off your writhing form. Extending his arm towards you he hands the toy off to your cautious hand. He didn’t say anything, just watched as with hesitation you slowly start to spread your knees. He savored the sight of just how wet your pussy was, without even being touched yet you were practically dripping. The low hum of the vibrator being turned on to the lowest setting filled the room, only being interrupted by your light whimpering as you finally pressed the toy to your clit. Geto almost seemed awestruck at the sight of you, rolling your hips while letting your free hand roam your body, the way his normally would while he was fucking you. “Such a good girl, listening so well.” He grumbled, palming himself through his sweats. Your eyes rolled closed as you whimpered and moaned, letting the images and memories of him making you feel this good and so much better run through your head.

Your nerves were starting to wear off finally, still embarrassed and hesitant but now so eager to give Geto the show he was wanting. While he watched you he reached for the purple dildo. It was semi big, definitely not bigger than him tho, and had some veins running up and down its length. He scoffed at the thought of you getting off to a fake cock that wasn’t even bigger than him. There’s no way this thing could satisfy you like he could. “When do you use this?” he asks, peering at you from the corner of his eye. You clicked the little button on the vibrator, turning the power up a notch, causing your mouth to hand open in an “O” shape from the pleasure. You look up to make eye contact with him, not once letting the vibrator move from your clit you answered with a shaky voice. “When the thought of you has me so desperate to be fucked I can’t take it anymore.”

You sat up, still pressing the toy to your core, you wrap a hand around the back of Getos neck, your legs wrapped around his. Your naked body so close to his clothed one, you rest your forehead against his, eyes screwing shut tightly as you bring yourself closer and closer to an orgasm. Geto’s hands never touch you though, he just looks down and watches the way your hips roll towards his against the toy. The sounds of the vibrator against the wetness of your cunt were like music to his ears. He watched the way your body suddenly tightened and halted on top of him, the way your legs tremble around his and your arousal dripped down the inside of your thigh. With heavy breaths you turned the vibrator off, setting it back on the bed and taking the dildo from his hand. You crawled off his lap, laying down on the bed again, your dripping pussy on full display for him.

His mouth slightly agape at the sight of you. You reached the toy between your legs, using the tip to tease yourself for a moment before slowly slipping the length inside you. You let out a gas at the sudden full feeling, using your wrist to slowly pull the toy in and out of you. “This does it for you? Satisfies you?” Geto asks, brushing his hands against your spread legs. “Not like you do.” You moan out, watching him from your spot on the bed. He wasn’t even watching your face tho, no, his eyes were glued to were your slick juices were running out of your leaking hole, covering not only the dildo in your wetness, but also dripping down to form a wet spot on the bed sheets. He groaned at the sight, the thought of him being the one to stretch you out, even more than that stupid toy had him excited. But this was meant to be a punishment of sorts for you, so he couldn’t give you the satisfaction of having him fill you up. “Spread your legs baby, that’s it…wider.” He ordered, pushing your legs open. “Yes master” a borderline incoherent mumble as you let him push your legs further apart.

“This is what you look like when you think of me? When you want me so badly but can’t have me?” he teased. “Yes, god, yes.” You answer with several nods, feeling yourself get closer with the second toy. Geto coyly laughed at your desperation, “How bad do you want it?” His voice was smooth like honey. It was almost heavenly, the way he slowly pulled his shirt up and over his head, his muscles were perfectly toned, the x shaped scar on his chest adorned his body perfectly. “Please, please I want it master. Hearing you beg had his dick twitching in excitement.

His muscles flexed as he reached for where your clothes were piled next to him, carefully pulling your cute white panties out of the pile. His eyes met your with mischief, and you watched him curl your panties into his fist, bringing them up to his face to inhale your scent. His chest rose and fell with each deep breath he took. He could be so dirty when he wanted to, and it only made you pump your wrist faster as you got even closer to your orgasm. “Let’s find out just how much you want it.” Before you knew it he was stopping your wrist with his much larger hand, forcing you to pull your toy out of you, your wetness dripping off the tip as he tossed it to the side.

Before you could even comprehend what was happening, Geto had his sweats off, moving his body closer to yours.You were expecting him to slide himself in, take you the way he had so many times before. But instead you were met with him pushing both your legs together, making your plush thighs touch, and throwing both calves over one of his shoulders. He pushed forward a bit, leaning over you slightly your core cutely on display for him. “Since you seem to need more than just me to satisfy you, we’ll see how long you can last, yeah?” his cock tapped the lips of your cunt while he explained his plans. “You are gonna beg for me, for my cock, and I won’t fuck you until your begging proves you really want it. How bad you need it. Got it doll?” Nodding eagerly, you tried to push yourself up towards his cock with need. “Ah, patience little girl. I want you a babbling begging mess before I fuck you. And…no cumming until I say so.”

You moaned loudly as Geto slipped his cock between your thighs, the feeling of your soft skin encompassing his hardness caused him to let out a gasp. The length of him sliding up your folds, his tip just perfectly grazing your clit. Your thighs still wet from your previous orgasm allowed his cock to glide perfectly up and down, pushing your folds as his reddened head repeatedly peaked out the top of your thighs. The feeling of his veins gliding along you was maddening. Geto huffed with every roll of his hips, synchronizing perfectly with the whimpering moans from you. It only took him thrusting for a short while for you to begin your begging. “Geto please…” “Who are you addressing?” He interrupted, peering up at you through his bangs. “S-sorry, please master, fuck me?” He was practically folding you in half, his torso pressed tightly to the back of your legs while he continued to plow his length between them.

“I don’t think that was very convincing.” You could feel his tip poking the skin of your lower stomach, his teasing cock making your pussy even wetter. You were panting, even if he wasn’t inside you, he was still inching you closer and closer to cumming. “God please, please please.” You begged, repeating yourself over and over again through clenched teeth. Geto noticed the way your eyes were starting to roll back, he knew you were about to cum, but not after he just told you to ask permission first. “You’re not gonna come already princess are you? Weren’t you told to ask first? Or are you to cock drunk and stupid to remember?” His degrading words made that knot in you grow hotter, your body was aching to cum. “Please let me cum master. Please.” You pleaded, not just with your voice but with your eyes as well, staring at him with puppy eyes in hopes he would give you what you wanted. “If I let you come now, Im not stopping til I’m done with you.” He warned, but you didn’t care about the impending overstimulation. You needed release.

With an audible sigh Geto gave you the answer you wanted, “Fine, you can come.” His thrusts didn’t once let up while he watched you make that familiar face, watched your body tense once again as you came. This time though he felt the gushing feeling of your release on his abdomen and legs. “Did you just squirt on me?” he leaned back slightly, using a large hand to push your legs forward as he looked at your pussy, still releasing onto both Geto and the bed below you. Both his skin and yours glistened with the shine of your wetness not covering you both. You didn’t answer his question. Instead you just continued babbling on your pleads and begs for him to stuff you. “I think you need to do that again.”

Even Geto couldn’t hide how close he was, he so badly wanted to bury his cock in you as deep as he could. He wanted to fill you up. But he had a point to prove. His head dropped between his shoulders in an attempt to stop himself from cumming. You were so overstimulated, never quite getting the opportunity to recover, your body continuing to coat Geto in your wetness. He brought a hand to your face, letting his thumb drag your lower lip down while cradling your chin. He was once again face to face with you, so close you could feel your breaths mixing in the small amount of space between you. The way his hips rolled was starting to get sloppy, and you could see the bead of sweat starting to form on his temple.

Your begging was cut off by Geto crashing his lips into yours, letting the groans from his through fall into your mouth while his tongue played with yours. You felt the thick ropes of his cum paint your abdomen, some of it sticking to the insides of your thighs, and dripping over your center. You whimpered back into his mouth as well, letting yourself come undone one last time, not bothering to ask permission this time. Something Geto would probably punish you for later. But right now you both were busy savoring the feeling of satisfaction. Geto pulled away from you, both of you looking at the mess you had both had made on eachother. “You never put it in.” you pouted, trying to catch your breath desperately. “I suppose your right…”

Geto reached a hand down, scooping some of his cum up on his index finger, pooling it with the cum that pooled over your pussy. Gently he pushed a finger into you, letting his cum coat your insides. “But that’s only for good girls who don’t play with themselves in secret from their masters.” You hummed in disapproval. Geto rolled onto the bed next to you, pulling you in close to him. “I think we’re gonna make a mess” you tried to tell him, the feeling of both of your fluids squishing between your connected bodies. “I think we already have. We can clean up in a minute, right now is for us though.”

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You Use the Safe Word: Aizawa & Hawks (separate) X Reader

This is just a little drabble on how I think these two would react to you using the safe word while in bed. Aizawa's does involve reader having somewhat of a panic attack so be forewarned if that is something you might be sensitive to.

Warnings: Bondage, breeding, overstimulation, panic attacks,

Aizawa:

Your wrists started to ache from the way you were tugging on your bindings. The rope tied your wrists together to the headboard above you. You’ve been tied like this for at least 45 minutes now. Shota decided after a full day of you teasing him, he was going to give you a little punishment. It started with you bent over his lap while he sat on the edge of the bed. You had been counting the amount of smacks to your bottom he gave you but at some point you had lost count. Aizawa had figured your continuous yelps and moans were enough. He pulled you up onto his lap so your tear stained face was in front of him. He loved seeing you like this, his little masochist, all red and teary eyed for him. He loved it just as much as you loved doing it for him. As he tied you up, leaving you mostly immobilized, he sat up in front of you. You watched as he unbuttoned his shirt slowly, such a tease. Once his top half was bare, he leaned over you again, placing a chaste kiss on your lips before getting up and starting to walk away. “Where are you going?” You called to him, he stopped in the door frame, looking back at you for only a brief moment. “To take a shower, don’t worry I’ll be back soon. Why don’t you think about what you’ve done while I'm gone?” He called back to you as he left the room. You sat there in anticipation, waiting, letting your mind run wild with thoughts of what he was going to do when he came back. 

That's how you ended up here. Since he came back he’s spent god knows how long with his head between your thighs. Your wrists were starting to form red marks from the rope tugging at your skin. Your abdomen sore from the amount of times you tensed up, orgasm after orgasm. Shota’s strong hands were either wrapping around your hips to hold you in place as you writhed beneath him, or they were gripping your thighs to keep them apart as he devoured you. You were sure there were fingertip sized bruises all along your lower half.

You barely had time to recover from your last orgasm before another one quickly came up on you. As much fun as this had been, you were so overstimulated it was beginning to scare you. You could take the pain for continuous satisfaction, but when your vision started to go blurry and your ears started ringing from overstimulation you couldn’t help but start to want it to stop. “Sh-Shota, please stop” You mumbled out, the words barely able to form as you tried to ask him to stop. You asking him to stop without any real desire for him to do so wasn’t uncommon in your bedroom though. For all he knew this was words of encouragement from you. “I’ll stop when I think you’ve had enough.” His voice was gruff and harsh. Your vision started to go black again, heart rate increasing as your nerves about this whole situation got stronger and stronger. “Red.” You whispered, knowing he definitely couldn't hear you but praying he did. When he didn’t react though you knew you were gonna have to try again and just hope your voice could be loud enough for him to hear. 

“Red!” You yelled, “Fuck, red red red!” the word kept spilling out of your mouth on repeat as panic really started to set in. The second Shota heard the first one he had back up off of you. Instincts kicking in, he had your bindings untied almost instantly. He sat back against the headboard pulling you up into his embrace. Not only were you panicked but now a wave of embarrassment was washing over you. Despite knowing you were safe and everything was over, all the feelings were simply too much and you couldn’t help the tears that fell from your eyes.“Hey, it’s alright, you're alright.” He cooed softly, until you calmed down. As soon as you could catch your breath again he turned your face to look at him. “Are you alright?” he asked, running his thumbs over your tear stained cheeks. 

You nodded softly. “Y-yeah. It was all just getting to be a bit much. I was getting dizzy and couldn’t think straight.” You whispered. He pulled your reddened wrists to his lips, softly kissing them before massaging the irritated skin. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to push you too far.” He pulled your head into his chest, kissing the top of your head. “It’s ok.” Your voice was a soft mumble, still hard to understand. “I’m sorry for scaring you with the safe word, I just didn’t know what else to do.” His strong arms tightened around you, pulling you in even closer to him “No no, don’t apologize kitten. That’s what the safe word is for. I’m so glad you told me to stop when you did.” You stayed like that, cuddled into his chest for a few minutes longer before he finally spoke up again. 

“Come on, let's get you cleaned up and relaxed.” He picked you up, carrying you to the bathroom before setting you on the counter so he could run you a bath. He helped you into the tub once it was full, massaging your muscles as he cleaned you up. After he helped you out and got you redressed in some comfy clothes. You two remained fairly quiet during this time, not that that was unusual for either of you, you normally were a fairly quiet couple. He brought you to the living area, sitting you down on the couch so you were comfy before walking back towards your kitchen. “Hey wait…” You started to call for him, before he interrupted you. “Don’t worry love, I’ll be right back I promise, I’m just getting you something to drink.” You nodded at his words, satisfied with knowing he wouldn’t be gone for long. Eventually he came back, cup of tea in hand. He crouched in front of you holding the tea out towards you. But even when your hands met the cup, he still didn’t remove his, instead with your hands over his he guided the cup to your lips helping you take a sip of the warm tea. 

Hawks

Being with Keigo for a few years now, you were used to when he was in heat. He was already a pretty possessive partner, but when he’s in heat, the extra possession and aggressiveness is definitely something you had to get used to. This time was no exception as Keigo had pressed face down beneath him. Using one hand to push your face down into the pillow as he plowed into you from behind. Normally this position wouldn’t bother you, but this was the 5th position he had forced you into within the last 6 minutes. He had been fucking into you mercilessly for the last hour, he had cum inside you too many times to count. You were aching and sore, a mix of his cum and yours was dripping down your thighs. Your spine felt like it was about to snap with how he had you arched right now. You reached in front of you, grabbing one of the plush pillows that had been thrown around the bed and tucked it underneath you to help brace yourself a bit. 

Keigo’s muttering dirty talk behind you was falling on deaf ears at the moment, mumbling incoherent words about breeding you and filling you up. He was in his own world at the moment, normally he was a very thoughtful lover, doing just about anything you would ask him to. Your pleasure meant the most to him typically. But when he was in his heat cycles, as much as he thought he was being attentive to your pleasure, he truly was acting a bit selfishly, so focused on pumping you full of his seed. You were used to his instinct and every year before this, could take it fine. But this time was just… different. Your thoughts were interrupted by Keigo pulling your head up by your hair, pulling you back against his chest. “Such a good little lovebird for me.” He whispered in your ear, before flipping you both over.

He laid beneath you, staring up at you with the eyes of adoration. He had never stopped fucking up into you, bucking his hips upwards with haste. His hands on your hips started to move you on top of him as well. “Come on dove, show me how bad you want my chicks inside you.” he panted out, hands moving to your thighs as he dug his nails into you. You tried your hardest, you really did. Moving up and down as quickly as you could to try and sync with his thrusts. But your body was spent, there was no way you could keep up with him. In your best attempt to keep him satisfied, you slowed your bouncing, instead opting for grinding back and forth on him as he continued to fuck you. Keigo threw his head back slightly in pleasure but never once took his eyes off you. 

Even with your less exertive motions, your body was simply too tired. Your movements halted as you leaned forward over his body, head resting in the crook of his neck. He wrapped his arms around you, pushing a hand down on your lower back to keep you against him, his other hand holding the back of your head letting his fingers run through your hair. You hoped that if he would finish one last time then he would be done, letting you take a break before inevitably his instincts took over again. But at least you would have time to recover. His rough grunts in your ear indicated he was close, you had been letting out some heavy breaths this whole time, foregoing the moaning long ago when this whole experience stopped being as pleasurable for you. But now as you wanted him to cum for what would hopefully be the last time, you kind of faked a few moans for his pleasure, knowing if he could hear your voice in any way he would love it enough to drive him closer. 

And then you felt it, his movements halting as he filled you up yet again. Your fingers gripped his shoulders underneath you as your body lay still. Your eyes opened as you waited, waited to see if he was truly done or not. And to your dismay, he started bucking up into you again, his hand pushing your lower back down even more. You decided you have had enough, your body simply couldn’t take another round. Turning your head so your lips brushed his ear, you spoke softly, barely above a whisper, “Feather” 

His eyes widened in shock and slight fear. He was afraid he had really hurt you. His movements stopped entirely after he pulled out of you. You still layed on top of him, your chest pressed against his as he gripped the sides of your head with both hands, pulling your head up so you were face to face. He looked over every detail, taking in and assessing everything to ensure you were physically okay. Your eyes were droopy and half lidded with exhaustion, “I’ll be alright Keigo, we’ve just been going for too long, my body can’t take anymore, it's starting to hurt.” You spoke with a slight chuckle, trying to lighten the mood. He pressed a kiss to your forehead before resting his against yours. “I’m sorry dove, I should have paid more attention.”

You smiled slightly against him, kissing his lips softly before responding. “It’s okay, I promise. But, my legs feel like jello and I don’t think I can move anymore.” you giggled. “Not to worry babybird, you never need to walk again!” Keigo’s voice rang out as he stood up with you in his arms. Your legs wrapped around his waist and arms tightened around his neck, “Where to baby?” You shook your head into his neck at his antics, stifling your laughs at his silly little outburst. “I need to get cleaned up.” And with that he was drawing you a bath while you sat on the edge of the tub waiting for it to fill. His hand rested on your thigh while the other checked the temperature of the water. 

“C-can I have some time alone while I clean myself up.” You find yourself asking the question more meekly than intended. You didn’t want him to think you were pushing him away because of this little incident, but you did really need a few minutes to relax and unwind by yourself. Keigo took a sharp breath, looking at you with worry before nodding his head. “Of course you can.” his hand slipped off your thigh as he went to stand up, his chipper self from before gone now. “Hey wait.” You stopped him, placing a hand on his cheek so he would look at you again, his eyes were avoidant though. “Keigo, look at me for a second. Please.” He listened, his golden eyes locking with your own. “I’m not upset, okay. You don’t need to worry. I just need a minute to gather myself again. That was a lot for me. Alright” He gives you a determined nod, fully standing this time. “Okay birdie, whatever you need just yell for me and I’ll be back in a heartbeat. Take all the time you need. And I really am sorry for earlier.” He set some fresh towels on the counter as you thanked him and told him you would just be a little bit before you came back out to cuddle. 

The door was left slightly cracked open, you knew Keigo did it on purpose. He can be so clingy and even though he was willing to give you your privacy his need to make sure you were safe and taken care of was too high, so the door stays ajar so he could get to you quickly if needed, and so in his eyes, there was no barriers between the two of you. You let your body sink into the warm water, stretching your aching muscles. Closing your eyes you relaxed for a few minutes before grabbing your cloth and soap and getting to work cleaning yourself up. 

It was only maybe 15 to 20 minutes you spent in the tub, but as the water started to grow cold you took that as your que to get out. You wrapped your towel around you, drying yourself as much as possible before finishing up your little bathroom routine. Before walking out of the bathroom you got yourself dressed into one of Keigo's t-shirts that he had slipped in the cracked door, as well as some panties he picked out for you, and a pair of warm fuzzy socks. The shirt barely covered your bottom but you walked out of the bathroom nonetheless, making your way back to the shared bedroom where Keigo was. You returned to find that Keigo had changed the sheets to some fresh clean ones, warm from the dryer. As well as build the two of you a little nest atop the mattress, adorned with the plethora of extra pillows and blankets you two owned. You couldn’t help but notice a few of his feathers mixed in. Keigo stood by his creation proud, “For you my love. Do you like it?” He asked with the excitement of a child. “Of course I do! It looks so comfy.” you answered with a nod, making your way closer to the nest. Your legs were still a bit wobbly so Keigo took your hand, assisting you in getting up into the nest. He followed quickly behind out, laying down with you he pulled a blanket over you both, pulling your face to his chest as he cocooned his wings around you.

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How they are in bed Headcanons

includes: Aizawa , Present Mic, Hawks, Dabi

this is just how i think these characters are in the bedroom pls don’t kill me if you disagree :3. also its a lot of Aizawa cause i think about him the most lol.

NOT PROOFREAD

Aizawa

- hard dom, it’s nearly impossible to get him to be a sub for you

-if you manage to let him give you control at all he just gets awkward and stops.

-if you ask nicely he’ll use his capture weapon on you

_he looooooves to eat you out

-will fall asleep with his head between your legs

-he has quite a few unexpected kinks

-bondage might be the most obvious but he loves to tie you up

- will tease you for hours while you are tied up and unable to move

-choking

-loves to wrap his hands around your throat and whisper dirty thins in your ears while he fucks into you

-he likes to make you visit him while he’s working so he can tease you in the classroom when his students aren’t there

-edging

-will frequently bring you to the edge of an orgasm just to pull away and make you wait

-hair pulling

-he loves to pull your hair, and he won’t admit it but he loves when you pull his

-he’s mean

-he loves to hear you beg but he will disregard your pleas

-he likes to spank you especially if you have been “bratty” in his eyes

-overstimulates til your on the verge of passing out but won’t stop

-manhandles the fuck out of you, he will just pick you up and move you however he wants you

-he always makes sure you cum first, multiple times before he finishes

-despite how sleepy he is he will always make sure you’re taken care of after

-will bring you water or tea, cleans you up with a towel, will run you a bath, feed you, after using you

-always asks if your okay before cuddling you close

-he tells you he loves you at least once during sex every time

Present Mic

-he’s experienced

-too many kinks to count really

-he’s mostly dominant but he is not afraid to sub out for you

-fingering

-loves hearing you moan to the feeling of just his fingers

-he’s handsy

-he’s always holding onto you no matter what position your in

-he’s either got his hands around your waist or he’s gripping at your thighs

-he will leave fingertip size bruises all over you

-speaking of bruises he loves to cover you in hickeys

-he won’t let you cover them either he wants the world to see what he did to you

-spit

-he will spit in your mouth, or on your pussy before he eats you out, or as lube as he pushes into you

-he’s so loud, vocal af

-talks you through it

-his goal is to make you louder than him

-likes when you say his name

-he’s into body writing

-he will take a marker or your lipstick and write his name across your skin, or his pet names for you in hidden areas on your body

-wants the two of you to cum at the same time

-the sweetest aftercare you’ve ever received

-praises you to no end

-will massage your back after

- endless kisses during and after.

Hawks

-he’s such a cocky motherfucker

-he’s good and he knows it

-praises himself lowkey

-“no one else could ever fuck you this good huh?”

-really tho he just likes knowing he’s making you feel good and he loves to hear your voice

-calls you so many cute pet names, baby bird, dove, etc;

-he’s a switch but prefers to dom

-has no issue letting you take control whenever you want

- unless he’s in heat, then he’s so aggressive and dominant

-builds a nest for you

-loves it when you ride him

-he also is a fan of missionary cause he likes to look at you

-eyes full of adoration when he fucks you

-he’s a little freaky but not too hard of kinks

-he does have a breeding kink tho

-scratching

-digs his nails into your flesh while he fucks you

-loves the feeling of your nails dragging over his back or down his arm

-play with his hair!!!

-uses his feathers on you, he loves to tease you with the soft touch of them

-his wings are sensitive, he doesn’t usually let you touch them, but the one spot at the base where they connect to his back is his weakness and he will lose control with how good your fingertips feel

-will run his feathers over your body to tease you

-if he comes first he won’t stop til you cum also

-he’s a munch fs

-he eats you out to relax himself

-he’ll look up to see the pleasure on your face before rolling his eyes closed again and continuing to use his tongue on you

-you have to practically push his face out from between your thighs cause he would stay there forever if he could

-after he’s always super clingy

-will follow to to the bathroom and face the corner while you do your business cause he cannot leave you alone

-adjusts the nest after to make sure it’s comfy for you

-wraps his wings around you to keep you warm

-insists you wear his shirt after

-will order you takeout cause he needs to make sure your well fed when he’s done with you

Dabi

-hard dom theres absolutely no changing his mind

-he’s mean but different from Aizawa

-degration

-he will call you names

-he will smack your cheek so you pay attention to him

-makes you keep your eyes open and on him

-he’s rough

-he’ll smoke a cigarette while he fucks you

-he might just put the cigarette out on you too

-uses his quirk on you but only a little

- hes a sadist

-spanking but to an extreme

-uses toys on you, of all varieties (vibrators, dildos, floggers, whips etc; you name it he probably has it)

-ties you up and teases you for as long as possible

-makes you beg for it

-ladder piercings

-other piercings for your pleasure

-although he loves having his hands on you, he doesn’t love you unnecessarily touching him as much

-doesn’t really want you running your hands over his body too much, he would rather you keep your hands in one area if he doesn’t have them tied up (like on his neck or holding his arms)

-he LOVES blowjobs

-he will go down on you but he will probably fucking bite you (in a hot way)

-he’s into public sex, he’ll keep you barely hidden from view but has you loud enough for people to figure out what you are doing

-he does aftercare but he’s not great at it tbh

-he will tend to any sort of wounds/burns he left you with

-but otherwise he lowkey will just hand you a towel to clean yourself up with

-cigarettes after sex

-wants you to sit on the balcony with him

-even tho he’s not great at aftercare he does like to keep you close after

-likes it when you put on a big shirt and just your panties after

-will hold your waist and assist you in walking if he was particularly rough

-forehead kisses after! mostly for you but he wouldn’t mind if you gave his forehead a little smooch as well

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Jealousy

Erasermic X Fem!Reader

A/N: Erm I haven't written or posted anything in so long. This came out longer than I expected.

Summary: you are in a poly relationship with Aizawa and Present Mic, the two are very overprotective and you decide to test their limits at a bar.

Warnings: spit (kinda)

The bar floor was wet beneath your feet. Every step you took your feet slid a little and it was hard to stay upright. You weren’t drunk, or even tipsy by any means, but the little bit of alcohol that was in your system was enough to give all your actions a little extra boost of confidence, whether or not those actions are good choices is debatable. Until now, Aizawa or Hizashi had been by your side the whole time you were at this bar, both too afraid to let you go too far on your own. Being a hero meant seeing some of the worst things imaginable happen to people, and both of them would be damned to see anything happen to you. Their overbearing tendencies; although cute; lead to a lot of boring days on your end. Your two lovers preferred you to stay home during the day while they are working at UA, for your safety. If you didn’t want to stay home, you could come with them to work, it just meant you had to either stay in the back of one of their classrooms, or sit in the teachers lounge until they could come get you. 

It was something the three of you had argued about often honestly. Your desire for more freedom would often fall on deaf ears though. It wasn't that they never let you leave or do anything. They just want to keep you safe, so you agreed that before you leave the house, one of them should be there to accompany you. Hizashi had always been the more easy going on that rule, Aizawa was more stern. If you and Hizashi were out he would often let you wander to different areas without him, as long as you were within the same building, or he could find you in a matter of minutes he didn’t mind if you weren't in his eyesight 24/7. Aizawa on the other hand, his focus was lasered in on you every moment you are in his presence. Even though he's never been the touchy type, he always has a grip on your hand when out. If your hands are full, he's holding onto your belt loop. God forbid you leave his eyesight for more than two seconds. 

Yet here you are, at a bar late at night, you assumed it was around 1 AM. It was a Friday so no class tomorrow for your two hero boyfriends. Aizawa and Hizashi sat in a round table booth in the corner of the bar, you could see them from where you were stumbling. Surprisingly it was Aizawas idea to come out tonight. Even though Hizashi doesn’t drink, he was here for the music really, and to make sure his two lovers could get back home safe if they drank too much. Aizawa said he felt bad when he walked into the teachers lounge today to see you laying across the couch bored out of your mind waiting for them. Maybe the sight of seeing you like this over and over had finally driven him to treat you to a nice evening out.

It was a miracle either one of them didn't force themselves to follow you when you said you had to use the restroom. Maybe Hizashi had influenced Aizawa a bit, but when you stood up from the booth and waited for one of them to follow, Aizawa stated coldly “it’s alright, we’ll wait here for you.” you tilted your head at the statement but accepted the answer happily, walking away from them. 

Now here you were, about to slip on the spilled drinks as you made your way back to them. They both had their eyes on you, Aizawas’ fingers clenched over the top of his glass, you could tell he was nervous, but trying his hardest to let you be this far away from him. His eyes maintained the deadpan look they always have, it was so hard to ever get any emotion out of him. Hizashi on the other hand was holding back laughter at the sight of you almost falling. His one hand stirring the straw in his club soda, the other covering his mouth slightly to stipend his chuckles. You couldn’t help but think about how cute he looks with his blonde hair pulled back into a bun at the nape of his neck. They both changed out of their hero outfits before coming out tonight, Hizashi opting for a simple tee shirt and Aizawa for a black button down, with the top few buttons undone just enough to see his chest. Your low cut tank top definitely caught both of their eyes when you put it on, and they knew one of them would end up carrying you to the car later when they saw your skirt and heels. 

You were so focused on how they looked, you didn't even notice the man trying to squeeze between you and the bar. He bumped you on accident causing you to start to fall. Thankfully before you could hit the ground this stranger caught you, grabbing your arm and pulling you up. “Thank you.” you mumbled, a bit embarrassed. Glancing back at the table you could see Hizashis smirk had fallen, and Aizawas deadpan look turned into more of a glare, his grip tightening on the top of his drink. You thought it was a bit funny how quickly the two switched up, and maybe it would be a bit of fun to tease them a bit while you're at it. “No problem, I think it's my fault you almost fell anyway. Can I buy you a drink to make up for it?” the stranger asked. You knew accepting the request would only upset your boyfriends, but you were here to have fun, and it’s not like you were doing anything wrong, it was just a friendly drink right?

You nodded following him to the bar, you glanced over your shoulder to see both Aizawa and Hizashi with their mouths agape, jaws to the floor with shock at the sight of you following some guy to the bar. You smirked at them, as if to let them know this was all in good fun. This stranger had his hand on your back as he leaned across the bar to order you a drink. Aizawa had had enough at this point and Hizashis longer leash had been cut short, the two were over your little stunt and had every intention of bringing you back to the table immediately. The bartender handed you your drink and you were in the beginning of telling this guy you should get back to your table, but as your bodies turned around you two were met with the appearance of your boyfriends blocking your path. The two were standing unbelievably close to you, Aizawas arms folded over his chest were almost directly in your face, and Hizashi towered over the stranger you had just met. 

“We’ll take her from here” Hizashi said coldly, eyeing the man up and down. Your gaze met Aizawas and his face was frightening. He was practically staring daggers into you, his eyebrow raised as if asking you to explain yourself. You opened your mouth to speak but no words came out. If looks could kill, Aizawa's expression would have your foot in the grave right now. The stranger let out a small gasp, shocked to see the two men there. “Are you okay?” he whispered to you, even though Aizawa and Hizashi could definitely hear him. You simply nodded, not even daring to break eye contact with your black haired boyfriend. “You should go.” Hizashi told the guy, and he did, without a second thought he practically ran from the heroes. 

“Let's go.” Aizawa commanded, before grabbing your hand and pulling you back to the table. Hizashi took your drink from you and handed it off to a random person, before following the two of you with haste. Normally Aizawa would be more of a gentleman and let you into the booth first, but this time he slid himself across the curved bench seat first, not letting go of your hand once, and dragging you in after him. Hizashi slid in right after you, the two of them effectively trapping you in the table. You knew if they could, the two of them would carry your ass out of here right now, but since you had the table, there was still a bill to be paid. While you waited for your server to come back around, Hizashi slid his club soda between the two of you, as if to offer it to share. You looked up at him with soft eyes, still not saying a word. He nodded towards the drink and wrapped his arm around your shoulders. Aizawas hand still had an iron grip on yours. 

Hizashi knew you meant no harm by your actions, it was all to get a rise out of them, which you were successful in. And as upset as he was by it all, he could tell you were a little afraid of what the darker haired lover would say. Aizawa also knew you meant no harm, and truly he wasn’t as mad as he seemed. But he was the more jealous and overprotective of the two, he didn’t want to let his guard down for a second, and he really didn't want you thinking he was okay with that kind of behavior. Hizashis thumb rubbed circles on your shoulder as you slowly took a sip of his drink. His eyes moved gently between you and your shared boyfriend. Watching him sit with the bridge of his nose pinched between his finger and thumb. “Where is this server?” he exasperated with an annoyed tone. Grunting while taking his wallet from his pocket. He threw some cash on the table, more than enough to cover the bill, and motioned for the blonde to let you out of the booth, him following quickly.

Aizawas hand moved from your grasp to your back, guiding you along as you two followed Hizashi out of the bar. Your feet really were starting to hurt, especially after almost slipping a few times on the way out, luckily his hand on your back was enough to steady you. As soon as you stepped onto the concrete outside you winced, the blisters forming on your feet were becoming a little much. The noise made Hizashi turn back to look at the two of you, he was flipping his car keys around in his hand as he watched you. Aizawa looked down at you as well, still not showing a lot of emotion. Truly he wanted to make you walk on your own, as a small first punishment, but his eyes softened as he saw you wince again. Hizashi and him stole a quick glance at each other, the blonde motioning his head between you and Aizawa, as if the black haired man would know what to do. And he did know what to do, because in one swift motion you were up in Aizawas arms as he carried you bridal style to Hizashis’ car. 

You rested your head on his chest as your arms wrapped around his neck. “Thank you…” you mumbled, barely audible. He looked down at you and squeezed your arm for some reassurance. The small action was enough to break the tension for you, at least a little bit. You let out a small chuckle at the whole situation as your boyfriend set you down in the backseat of Hizashis car. They both ducked down into the door frame to look at you as you giggled. “What are you laughing at?” Aizawa asked rhetorically, “I don’t see anything funny here.” Hizashi stated before they closed the door to the backseat, the two of them climbing in the front. You tried to drop the smile but it was hard when you knew that despite being upset with you they both couldn’t contain their adoration for you. 

The drive back home was mostly quiet, Hizashi played some music but kept the volume low. You could see the two of them resting one hand each interlocked on the center console of the car. They both stole a quick look back at you to see you noticing their hands before turning their attention forward again and tightening their grips on eachother. Normally when you were sitting in the back of one of their cars the other would reach their hand back behind the seat for you to hold, or, turn back to check on you every now and then. You knew they were doing this on purpose. You were trying to make them jealous, and now your boyfriends were returning the favor. The drive was short, maybe only 15 minutes before you were back home. 

Although upset, the two still came around to your door, opening it for you and helping you out like true gentlemen. This time Hizashi lifted you into his arms and carried you through the front door. Aizawa undid the clasps on your heels and slipped them off of you while Hizashi still had you in his arms. “We need to talk about that little stunt you pulled earlier.” Aizawa mumbled as your feet finally hit the ground again. The two were once again in front of you, and you felt like a kid in trouble as they stared down at you. “You better start talking baby girl.” Hizashi said sternly. “I…I didn’t mean to make you both so upset.” you started, they both noticed tears welling up in your eyes. You always cried when you got anxious, and the nerves were killing you right now. You knew they weren't going to leave you over something like this, but you couldn't help but feel a bit guilty, especially when they try so hard to keep you safe.

Noticing your tears the boys pull you close to them, their bodies embracing you on either side, Hizashis hand running through your hair gently to try and soothe you. “Shh it’ll be alright” he cooed in a soft voice. “Lets go sit down and talk.” Aizawa said calmly, kissing your forehead before breaking away and walking towards the living room. “Sit down, I'll be right back.” he said, motioning towards the couch as he walked to the kitchen area. Hizashi sat down first and pulled you down into his lap, still running his fingers through your hair. Aizawa soon emerged from the kitchen with a mug of warm tea, setting it on the coffee table as he sat next to Hizashi. He pulled you to him so you were laid across both their laps, head resting on his chest and legs across Hizashis. Your black haired boyfriend reached down and grabbed the mug of tea, letting your smaller hands wrap around his, as you both guided the mug to your lips taking a sip. 

“Y/N baby, talk to us.” Hizashi said quietly, running the palm of his hand over your bare leg. You took a deep breath, “I didn’t mean to upset you guys, when I fell, it really was just an accident. When I saw how jealous you guys got at that guy helping me, I just thought it would be fun to see how you would react to more.” You sniffled through your words, trying your hardest to calm yourself down. Aizawa raised the mug to your lips one more time, letting you take another sip before reaching forward to set it on the table again. “You let that man put his hands on you Y/N. After all we have done to keep you safe, you toy with us like that?” Aizawa says, wiping the tears from your face. His hands moving to your arms, rubbing them soothingly. “Stop crying baby, I hate to see our girl this upset.” His voice was lower than normal, raspier, his words had a weight to them different than before. 

Hizashi's grip on your legs tightened, the energy in the room had changed suddenly. You quickly became aware of this change, their intentions were never to make you upset, in this moment, right now, their main goal was to prove a point. You belonged to them and they were gonna make sure you knew it. Their hands moved over your body for a while, calming you down while also riling you up. Aizawas hand moved from your arm to your torso, grazing across your side and stomach gently, occasionally working its way up the center of your sternum. Hizashis hands moved further up your leg, his grip on your flesh getting tighter and tighter. You couldn't help but let out a few low breaths at the feeling. “I bet that guys hands could never feel this good on you.” Hizashi stated very matter of fact like. “He would never get to hear the noises my fingers make you let out.” His voice was darker, and his fingers were now dancing at the bottom hem of your short skirt. 

“I don’t think he would have gone that far.” you whispered, why you were trying to defend that man you don't really know. Maybe it’s because you caused your boyfriends to give him quite the freight, either way you knew trying to defend him was a stupid idea. “Oh come on, we all know what that guy was doing Y/N.” His fingers started to pull up the hem of your skirt as he spoke. He looked down at your panties hungrily. You noticed Aizawa's gaze had moved down too, both men taking in the sight of your exposed panties. “Too bad for him you are all ours. It seems you might need a little reminder of that though doll.” Pieces of his blonde hair were starting to fall out of the bun he had it in, framing his face in a way that he knew drove you crazy. 

You let out a sharp breath as the pads of Hizashis fingers lightly grazed over your panties, circling around your most sensitive areas. The grip you had on Aizawa's shirt tightened, he let out a low chuckle watching you get so worked up from the smallest of touches. His grasp on your side also got tighter, kneading at the flesh as he held you there. Hizashi moved out from under your legs, positioning himself on his knees between your thighs. He was much taller than you, his appearance was so dominating when he was over you like this. Reaching behind his head he pulled out the hair tie holding his bun in place, his long blond hair falling gracefully. His hair was one of your favorite parts about him. He leaned forward, his blonde locks falling over you, as you thought he was going into kiss you, your eyes followed as his lips met Aizawas. The two’s mouths moved in sync for a while, before your own jealousy took over. You accidentally let out a whimper, catching both of their attention as they broke away from each other. 

“Oh I'm sorry Doll, did you want something?” Hizashi teased, the only thing you could get out in response was another whimper. The two chuckled before Hizashi moved down, planting a tender kiss on your forehead before his lips finally met yours. This kiss was hungry, far more intense than they kiss him and Aizawa shared. Aizawa moved his hair out of the way, flipping it over to the far side of him so he could watch his two lovers make out on his lap. Hizashi lowered his body to yours, grinding himself against you, you could feel how hard he was. He pushed your shirt upwards slowly, not once breaking the kiss. He kept pushing further up until finally your top was sitting just above your exposed breasts. “No bra?” Aizawa chuckled watching as Hizashis hand cupped one of your breasts. He finally broke his lips from yours, kissing along your cheek to your neck. Then down your chest to finally taking one of your nipples in his mouth, toying in with his tongue. You couldn't help but let out small moans and writhe beneath him. He trailed his tongue all the way down your body back to your panties, placing a tender kiss over the fabric. 

In one swift motion, he pulled both your panties and skirt off, exposing you completely. He bit his lip hard, almost drawing blood at the sight of you totally exposed to him in your boyfriend's lap. “All for us right?” he muttered before diving down between your legs. His lips meeting your exposed cunt harshly. You moaned loudly, his tongue dancing through your folds, teasing your clit every now and then. You reached up, cupping Aizawa's cheek in your hand. He pulled your upper body up higher so your face met his, kissing you aggressively. Hizashi had his arms locked firmly around your hips, holding your writhing body in place, while Aizawa used one arm to hold you up and let the other grope your breasts. 

Eventually Hizashi’s lips broke from between your hips, you could see his lips and chin glistening with your wetness. His hair fell in front of his face as he leaned over you, planting his lips on yours and letting you taste yourself on him. “Are you gonna be a good girl and prove to us that you're all ours?” his voice was hoarse, you could feel his breath on your mouth as he spoke. You were far too worked up to remember how to speak clearly, so you eagerly nodded. “That's not an answer, use your words.” Aizawa commanded, his tone was always so stern, he could be so bossy when he wanted to be. “Yes.” you said, it was the only thing you could manage to get out in your dazed state. “Yes what, Doll?” Hizashi traced his fingertips over your neck and jaw as he watched you struggle beneath him with a shit eating grin on his face. “Y-yes daddy.” you stuttered. 

Your words made them both smile, both letting out a slight groan at the name you had for them. They both loved when you called them daddy, or sir, Aizawa even preferred if you called him mister, or master at times. “I think we need to move to the bedroom.” Aizawa grunted, Hizashi nodding in agreement. Hizashi kissed your lips one more time before giving the same treatment to Aizawa. Hizashi crawled off of you, turning to face you as Aizawa pulled your shirt the remaining way off, before standing up and throwing you over his shoulder with him. You gasped at the sudden movement, feeling Aizawa chuckle slightly at you. 

Suddenly you were being thrown back over Aizawas shoulder, landing firmly on the bed you three shared. You sat on your knees at the edge of the bed where the two boys stood, waiting for them to give you your next orders. They both reached out a gentle hand, caressing either side of your face as they looked down at you. You sat up further, desperate for more attention, attaching your lips to Hizashis, and then quickly turning your attention to Aizawa, the two bringing their faces closer together, the three of you alternating your lips on each others, occasionally the three of you connecting at the same time. You were so distracted by their mouths you didn't even notice the two of them undoing their jeans, freeing their lengths. In a swift move, Aizawas hand on your shoulder pushed you back down, placing you at eye level with their members. 

You moaned with eagerness, reaching both of your arms out to take them in your hands, staring up at them with puppy eyes as you do so. “Come on now princess, show us what those pretty lips can do.” Aizawas firm grip on the back of your head practically shoved your mouth over him as he spoke. You swirled your tongue around his cock as he pushed your head back and forth before sliding out of your mouth. Hizashi stood waiting impatiently, stroking himself lightly at the sight of you. Aizawa could be so stern but Hizashi was almost always so much rougher in bed, his movements far more aggressive when he gets worked up. He grabbed your head with both hands, one tangling into a fistful of your hair at the back of your head, the other harshly holding your chin and jaw, using a single finger in your mouth to keep your lips open and ready for him. He tilted your head back so you were looking more upward at him, as he bent forward slightly. “Such a good girl… keep this pretty thing open for me.” He demanded, before you watched a trail of saliva leave his mouth, feeling it hit your tongue. 

He groaned watching you do that, so dirty for them. Standing back up he was already practically fucking the back of your throat with his cock. He loved the sounds you made, and how messy you got as you took him. The slight gagging noises, accompanied by the drool dripping from your mouth as he mercilessly fucked your face was simply too much for the two men. “God, you're so hot.” Hizashi said as he pulled your mouth off of him. The two discarded the clothing they still had on, you traced the star tattoos Hizashi had placed along one side of his hip while Aizawa climbed on the bed with you. He laid down, resting his head on the pillow as he took your arm and pulled you to him. 

“Come here angel, show your daddies who you belong to.” His voice was so gruff, his black hair fell perfectly around his face. You climbed over him positioning yourself just over his cock, but not sinking down onto him yet. You felt Hizashi climb in the bed behind you, the palm of his hand running up your spine as he pushed you forward. While Hizashis hand held you down, Aizawas fingers on your hips held you in place. Your face rested in the crook of Aizawas neck, you could feel the blonde behind you poking at your entrance, and you let out a few whines in anticipation. Finally he slipped inside of you, “Fuck, your so tight doll.” he gasped out, barely audible. You let out a small moan and bucked your hips back slightly, adjusting to his size, he was already so big you weren’t sure how you ever got them both to fit in you. 

And with that thought in mind the two pushed your hips down, Aizawas tip barely touching your pussy. “Ready?” Aizawa asked, wanting to make sure you were prepared to take the two of them. You nodded into his neck before slowly the two pushed your hips down further Aizawa entering you with caution. Although they wanted to prove a point to you, their goal was to never seriously hurt you. Finally Aizawa's full length was inside you, pressed tightly against Hizashis. You let out a loud moan at the sensation. The two gave you another moment to adjust before they started slowly moving their hips in sync. Aizawa used his grip on your hips to move you back and forth over them, “Is this what you wanted, huh baby, is it?” Aizawa groaned. “Yes sir.” you responded between moans with deep breaths. 

Hizashi was loud behind you, as he always is, you gasped as you felt his hand come down hard on your ass. Surly he was gonna leave a few marks on you. “Tell us how much you love it. We wanna hear how good it makes you feel having two cocks fuck you at the same time.” Hizashi demanded. You wanted to answer him but the overstimulation you were feeling as you approached your orgasm made it hard to talk. That is, until you felt his hand come down on your ass again. “I know you heard me doll, tell us how much you love it.” “Fuck, I love it, I love the feeling of my daddies dicks inside me.” He smirked at your answer letting out a small chuckle. “It's so good… im gonna…” you started but couldn't finish, you were too close.

Suddenly Aizawa's hands were around your neck, holding your face mere inches from his as he spoke through gritted teeth. “Are you gonna cum princess? You know if you do, were gonna keep fucking you til were through with you?” His words were a threat, it didn’t matter how overstimulated you were, they were gonna use your body as much as they wanted tonight. Even so, the restricted airflow to your lungs gave you the extra push you needed as your orgasm ripped through you. The two never slowed their pace though, if anything they got faster. Aizawa using one hand to lightly slap your cheek as the two plowed into you. Never having a moment to recover from your first orgasm, another one rose in you almost immediately. “Please.” you begged, not quite sure what you're actually begging for. 

“What doll? You don’t expect us to take it easy on you now do you?” Hizashi asked in a condescending tone, his nails dragging down your back as he leaned forward, biting your shoulder blade. Your second orgasm ripped through you even stronger than the first. And yet still, the two fucked into you with what seemed like extreme speed. “Please, I can't take anymore.” You begged them. The amount of stimulation your body was feeling was leaving you worn out. Your vision was blurry and you felt on the verge of passing out from the pleasure. “I'm sure you have at least one more for us.” Aizawas' voice hitched, you could tell the two of them were close too. As much as they wanted to keep drawing this out, the feeling was too good for them too. 

The two of them started getting sloppy with their movements, your juices covering them caused them both to almost slip out of you a time or two, and yet they managed to stay buried in you. Your head dropped into Aizawa's neck again, Hizashis forehead resting on your shoulder where he just bit. You could feel Aizawa's chest rising and falling faster, his breathing getting more labored. “One more baby.” he groaned. Your legs were shaking around him, teeth gritted as you tried your hardest to stay conscious. A few tears started to run down your cheek, surely causing the makeup you were wearing to smudge and stain your face. “I think im gonna…” and with that Hizashi spilled inside of you, coating your insides and Aizawa’s dick in ropes of cum. 

He remained inside you, feeling your walls tighten around him as you came again. Your body was weak at this point, barely able to hold yourself up at all. Aizawa’s arrival came shortly after, cock twitching inside of you as he emptied himself. Hizashi wrapped his arms around your torso, holding your body up for you as he pulled you back towards him. He rested the back of your head against his chest, kissing your neck and shoulder as you tried to calm down. The two slipped out of you, their mixed cum dripping from you. 

Aizawa ran his hand up your torso, feeling your trembling body. “Look at our pretty girl.” You opened your eyes to look down at him, seeing a sly smile appear on his face. “I don't think i’ve ever seen you smile like that.” you muttered out. Your voice was barely audible, and trembling. Hizashi laughed at your little joke, “Ya know I think she’s right babe.” he agreed, his grip around your torso tightening slightly. Aizawa shook his head, the smile on his face growing slightly. “You’re lucky you’re cute.” He said, sitting up fully in front of you. He planted a kiss on your forehead, before tilting his head up to peck Hizashis lips.