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nanaslutt · 5 months

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Lol I just keep thinking about perv!geto taking her on a proper date for once lmao

PervyRoomate!Geto x reader

note: i have a running series of perv!geto u can find here // but you can read this w/ out context :3

Contains: fem reader, sex toys, exhibitionism, sexual tension, teasing, possessive!Suguru, fingering, car shenanigans, humiliation, degradation, praise, an unhealthy amount of dirty talk, Suguru has a big dick, nipple play, panty stealing, talk of masturbation, belly bulge if you squint, creampie,

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A knock was rapped on your wooden door, interrupting a very important part of the drama you were currently watching. "What?" You yelled from your bed, not taking your eyes off the messy breakup scene in front of you. Your door squeaked open to reveal a handsome Suguru, looking too dressed up at 3pm on a Friday. He wasn't adorned in anything particularly fancy, but you weren't really used to seeing him in anything other than grey joggers and some band t-shirt.

You gave him a quick one over, admiring the black slacks that fit his thighs too well, the white button-up shirt he had tucked into them, and a like-new looking belt that was half on, as his fingers made quick work to thread the prong through the belt hole. "What are you doing? I told you I was taking you out tonight." He said, raising his eyebrows. It's not that you looked bad, but you weren't exactly ready for five-star cuisine in your booty shorts and tank top. "Riiight.. are you ready to go? or?" You asked, looking around the room in confusion before your eyes landed on his.

When he finished looping the belt through the buckle, he crossed his arms and leaned against his doorframe, smirking at you. "Get that disgusting look off your face," you cringed at him, pushing your laptop aside as you pulled your body up to sit crisscross on your bed. "I'm not taking you to McDonalds baby." He laughed, confusing you even more. "Okayy.. so where are we going?" you asked. You fully expected him to name some sit-down diner that was one or two marks fancier than a Mcdonald's, but you weren't expecting him to name the most expensive and highly rated restaurant in town.

Your mouth fell agape as you stood watching the dark-haired man in the doorway laugh at you. "Don't take offense to this, but you're not exactly the most wealthy person I know." You said, still looking at him in disbelief. "If Gojo asked me out to this place, sure, that might sound a little more realis-" "Don't talk about that idiot taking you out in front of me." Geto interrupted, uncrossing his legs as he shoved his hands in his pockets and closed his eyes, giving you a smile that did little to cover up his animosity.

Ever since you and Geto had started fucking around pretty regularly, you have noticed a change in his demeanor whenever Gojo would hit on you. It wasn't like it was anything new, Gojo has been hitting on you for years, for as long as Geto has been bringing him around, you think. Before you and Suguru started hooking up, whenever Gojo would flirt with you he would brush the white-haired man off for the most part, maybe give him a scoff or incredulous look if his attempt at a pickup line was really that horrid on the ears.

Recently though, whenever Gojo tried to hit on you, or his touch would linger a little longer than it should, Geto was quick to intervene. Putting himself between the two of you physically, or butting into the conversation to shut down his attempts. Geto knew you weren't interested in Gojo in the slightest, but he couldn't help but feel that greed-eyed monster of jealousy bubble up inside him whenever you laughed a little too hard at his jokes, or in this case, brought him up in conversation unprovoked.

"Sorry~ Didnt realize he was such a sore subject for you.." You teased, "Unriquitted love, maybe?" He knew you were trying to push his buttons, but you weren't far off. Just not in the way you were thinking, because he sure as hell wasn't interested in Gojo like that either. He sighed, before gripping something in his pocket and pulling it out of his pants, keeping it concealed in his fist.

"Anyways, I don't even know what I would wear to this place!" You said exasperated, glancing over to rake your eyes through your closet to see if anything caught your eye. Without making a sound, Geto slipped out of the room and quickly returned with a dark red bag, tossing it into your lap and landing it perfectly between your crossed legs. You peeked inside the bag and saw some sort of black fabric, you crunched your eyebrows together, looking back up at him. "Wear that." He said, his smirk returning to his face.

Your lips dropped open slightly, a small gap being created between your lips. "Sugu.. If you robbed a bank you know I would never tell anyone.. right?" You said, all too seriously. The man burst out in laughter, "Fuck! I'm not as broke as you think!" He spoke through his laughter, holding his hand over his chest. "Just got a raise at work is all, couldn't think of a better way to spend my first fat check." He crossed his arms again, keeping the one fist balled up as he did so.

"Oh shit, congratulations Sugu! I'm actually not a great liar so I probably would've told someone about the whole robbing a bank thing." You said, clicking your tongue, "Sorry." He giggled at your words, rolling his eyes. "Oh, I know." He spoke, watching your face beam as you pulled out the beautiful black dress he bought you. "Oh yeah, bought just the thing to wear with that too." He smiled in faux innocence, unballing his fist he dangled a pair of skimpy, black lace panties in front of him.

They weren't just any panties though, you could see on the crotch of those panties that would be pressed against your cunt, a flat teardrop-shaped silicone vibrator adorned the fabric. Your jaw really dropped now as you stared at the piece in disbelief. He wasn't really expecting you to wear remote-controlled panties in the fanciest restaurant in town, right? "Pretty, huh?" His voice filled the room when you didn't react. "You never change, huh?" You sighed, holding your hand out in front of you as he tossed the panties over to where you sat.

A big part of you thought this was a horrible idea, knowing how sensitive you are, but another, less rational part of you couldn't help but get excited at the thought of Suguru having full control of getting you off with a little remote control in his pocket, while the two of you dined in the fanciest atmosphere you had yet to immerse yourself in. "Pervert." You said, looking up at him under your lashes as you stretched the panties between your fingers, admiring how well made they were.

Suguru giggled, walking over to the bed you sat on, his knees bumping into the mattress as he reached out and took the panties away from you. "Hey-" "Need some help putting them on?" He asked, twirling them around on his finger. You scoffed, "Suguru, why would I need help putting on a pair of panties, just-" You tried and failed to snatch them back from his hands as he yanked them out of your reach. "You sure?" He said, continuing to twirl them as he started to back out of the room with a mischievous grin on his face. You threw your hand up in the air in defeat, giving him a 'what the hell' look before he closed the door behind him on the way out.

"How am I supposed to wear them tonight if you just kidnapped them!!" You yelled through the door, hearing his footsteps descend further away from you. With a heavy sigh, you pushed yourself off of your comfortable mattress and began getting ready for the night ahead of you.

Smoothing out your dress in the mirror, you turned your body around and checked out your own ass in the mirror, and lord was it an ass to behold. It's like Suguru had taken your measurements in the middle of the night to make sure this dress absolutely fitted your figure in the most flattering way; honestly, you wouldn't be surprised if he did. You absolutely wouldn't be mad that's for sure. You had done up your hair and face and adorned your feet with the nicest pair of black heels you owned. You looked absolutely perfect to the unknowing eye.. the only thing missing? Your panties. The absence of something hugging you down there made you feel a little vulnerable, but otherwise, you felt perfect.

After a quick one-over to make sure everything was as it should be on your figure, you stepped out of your room, shutting off the lights and closing the door as you left. Your heels clicked on the wooden floor as you made your way into the living room, where Geto had splayed himself out on your shared couch. His big thighs spread wide on the cushions, his arms spread out behind him on the back of the couch. He looked edible; the way his pecs were pressed tightly against his shirt from how he was stretching his arms apart made you want to pounce on him and play with his massive chest; who was the pervert now?

Right when you finished checking the man out, he noticed your presence, tilting his head to the side, his eyes doubled in size, his eyebrows raising to make room for them. He let his head fall back on the couch, a grin spreading across his face as he raked his eyes over your body before his eyes settled on yours, giving you a whistle. "Yeah, I chose the right dress, you look fucking edible." He complimented, licking his bottom lip before he briefly took it into his mouth.

"Wait till you see my ass." You teased, placing your hand on your hip and tipping your head at him. "Oh yeah?" Geto raised an eyebrow challengingly. Tipping his chin down he stood from his spot on the couch, heavy steps walking over to where you stood in the entrance of the living room. He stuck his hand out to you, signaling for you to grab it. "Give me a spin baby," Geto whispered into the quiet room, the tv playing some unimportant show in the background as you placed your hand in his. He lifted your arm, slowly spinning you around, making sure to get a good look at your ass in the dress.

He whisted again, "Oh yeah~ fucking perfect." He said, spinning you back around to face him again as he released your hand and fished for something in his pocket. "Only missing one thing~" He said, raising his eyebrows at you knowingly. "Yeah, gimmie that shit, feels weird with nothing down there." You said, holding your hand out to him. "Nuh-uh," He said, tsking at you. You scrunched your eyebrows at him in annoyance. Though he didn't give you much time to pout as he dropped on one knee, opening up the leg holes of the panties for you to step in as his eyes watched your expression from the floor.

You felt your face heat up, this position was so intimate it flustered you. "H-huh?" was the only thing you could muster. "C'mon, we gotta get going if we wanna make out reservation on time." He cooed, nodding his head at you. "Do I just-" You started, raising your heel-clad foot from the floor as you poked it into the hole of the panties. "Mhm.. and here I thought you said you didn't need any help putting your panties on?" He teased, washing away some of your embarrassment as it was replaced with irritation.

You kept quiet, stepping into the other hole of the panties and letting him slide the material up your body teasingly. He rose from his position on the floor, standing in front of you in his entirety as he kept his eyes on his hands, where he was moving the cloth up your body. The dress was being bunched up to your mid-thigh, and would soon rest on your hips the higher he dragged the panties up. Once he saw your cunt come into view, the panties only centimeters from touching your throbbing clit, he gazed back up into your eyes, watching your reaction closely.

You swallowed whatever saliva was still in your day mouth, keeping your eyes on his. He watched your eyes flutter, your nose sucking in a breath as he pulled the panties up to your hips, the cold silicone being pressed against your cunt and creating a delicious friction between your legs. Smirking, Suguru slid your dress back down your thighs and smoothed it out before placing his hands on the small of your waist and caressing the skin there. You placed your hands on his chest, feeling yourself throb between your legs with the added pressure and the intensity in which he was staring at you.

"How's that feel?" He said, sliding his hands up and down the sides of your body before sliding his hands to your ass and gripping the fat there, simultaneously pressing your body closer to his, his knee sliding between yours and making the dress wrinkle at the bottom. "Feels good." You nod. Geto tilted his head down, looking between your lips and eyes as one of his hands left your waist to dig in his pockets, out of your view. "Yeah?" He said, licking his lips. "Let's just make sure everything is in working order before we go, yeah?" He whispered agaisnt your lips, neither of you daring to close the distance.

The tension was thick in the air when you nodded, the man in front of you mimicking your nod, whispering a quiet yeah. Your breath hitched in your throat, your legs wobbling slightly when you felt the soft vibration tickle against your clit. Geto's jaw dropped as he watched your reaction to the toy buzzing against your sensitive bud. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head before closing completely when he upped the intensity of the vibrations. "It hittin' the right spot?" He asked, leaning in to whisper against your neck when you tipped it back.

"You let him pull your body tighter against his own, his knee pressing against the toy against your cunt, increasing the feeling as you let your jaw drop, moaning quietly into the air as he left soft, barely-there kisses against your throat. "Y-yes, it's on the right spot." You confirmed. Your legs felt like jello at the stimulation combined with how palpable the tension filling the room was. "Vibrating on 'ur little clit?" You knew he knew how much his voice turned you on, and fuck was it turning you on. "Yes," you whimpered breathily, squeezing your thighs around his larger one between your legs.

"Bet it feels so good." He said, biting your neck gently before pulling away to look at your face, expression painted with lust. You just gave him a nod, gasping as you started to rock yourself on his thigh. "Oh~ Horny girll~" He teased, pulling his body back to watch you hump slowly along his toned thigh. Just when you were falling into a rhythm, the buzzing stopped. When you cracked your eyes open to scold him, you were met with a cocky-looking Geto, smiling mischievously at you. You sighed, realizing how the rest of the night was going to go.

"Oh my, look at the time!" He said dramatically, holding the expensive watch Gojo got him for his most recent birthday out in front of him. "There are no batteries in that watch, Suguru." You call him out, deadpanning. "I'm all-knowing, I don't need a watch to tell me we're going to be late if we don't leave now." He said, patting your ass before he pulled away, you instantly missed the pressure his knee brought between your thighs.

The ride to the restaurant was short but dreadful. He had kept his warm hand on your thigh the entire time, rubbing his thumb teasingly against the inside of your leg, slowly rubbing higher and higher, making you think he was going to touch you, but he ultimately pulled away. You kept waiting to feel the vibration against your clit, but it never came. You just throbbed pathetically with no relief in sight during the ten-or-so-minute drive, although your increased arousal made it feel like hours.

He patted his hand on your thigh when he parked the car, turning his head to look at your hot and bothered face, giving you a charming smile before killing the engine and sliding out of his driver's seat, ordering you not to move before he shut the door. Your roommate popped open your door, holding his hand out for you to help you out of the car. "Such a gentleman." You said, half sarcastically. He smirked, closing the door behind you. He felt his heard skip a beat when you laced your arm with his as the two of you made a short stroll towards the establishment.

Even the outside of the building called you poor in twenty different languages. It was lit up beautifully, the tinted windows giving you a little peek at the rich interior of the building. "You nervous?" He asked as the two of you approached the door. "A little, I've never been somewhere so fancy before." You replied honestly. "Yeah? Just stay close to me, all you gotta do is stay on my arm and look pretty." He cooed.

Geto's confidant demeanor made you hot in the face and other places. You felt like a trophy he was showing off to the world, his confidence rubbing off on you as the two of you walked into the establishment. You approached the man in the front, dressed in a full suit, taking reservation names before you were seated. Geto didn't miss the way the blonde young man blushed as he gave you a one-over, admiring your body before clearing his throat and asking Geto for the name on the reservation. You were too busy looking around the establishment to notice the man's glances, but you did feel Geto's arm squeeze tighter around yours.

"R-right this way." He said, bowing his arm in front of him before starting a trail to the semi-secluded table he would bring you to. The lights hanging above the tables were dim and elegant, it felt strangely warm and comfortable, making you relax your shoulders. "I think our host has a little crush on you~" Geto whispered into your ear, making you jolt out of your daze. "H-huh?" You said, looking up at the dark-haired man in confusion. "You really are so oblivious." He said, giggling, "Someone might try to eat you up one day, you should be more aware." His word irritated you for some reason, but then again, everything he did irritated you.

"Asshole, I'm self-aware. Not everyone is a pervert like you." You spat, averting your gaze to the back of the host boy as you continued your pace to the table. "You'd be surprised." Was the last thing Geto said before the host stopped in front of you, raising his arm out to the table, signaling the two of you to sit. "Thank you." You said to the host, your eye contact making the young man blush as he nodded and said a quick, "My pleasure." before leaving.

"Oh, he's so into you." Geto giggled, sliding into the booth. The seating he gave you looked to be the most beautiful in the restaurant. He had sat you in the corner of the room, a beautiful vintage-looking red light hung between the two of you, the window immediately to your left giving you a view of the Holiday-esc decorated street, twinkling with white lights and garland. You ignored his comment, taking in the scenery as you relaxed into the comfortable cushion, almost forgetting about the toy hiding inside your panties.

"It's so beautiful, Suguru." You said. He fully expected you to curse him out for the comment about the host, so when he received this response instead he was quite taken aback. At that moment he felt his heart race in his chest, but simultaneously a feeling of sadness crept over him. He wished he could afford to take you to places like this more often. Maybe if you were with someone like Satoru, you would get to experience this more. "Suguru?" You called out to him, tilting your head at his far away look.

"Sorry," He replied, being snapped out of his stupor, looking back to you. You looked so beautiful under the dim glow of the red-tinted lights, he wanted to lean across the table and take your lips against his. "It is beautiful." He agreed. You still felt like something was off, but his mood didn't seem odd enough to ruin the night, so you let it be for now. "What made you want to take me here?" You asked, glancing through the wine menu in front of you. He smirked at you, "What, you don't like it? I thought it was beautiful." He teased.

You kicked his shin gently under the table. "Don't be dumb, of course I like it. I've just never been to a place with a set menu before.. and I don't think you have either." You smiled at him. "I've been to a place like this with Satoru before, just once, It seemed like somewhere you deserve to be taken." He answered honestly, grabbing the wine menu to look at himself when you slid it across the wite tablecloth. His words made you blush, you silently thanked the owner of the restaurant for choosing the red lights, it was saving you the embarrassment of Geto pointing out your flushed face.

"I appreciate the sentiment, but you know I love this just as much as when you take me to get McDonald's you know." You giggled. You were sure if anyone around you had heard the comparison of this establishment to a place light McDonalds, their heads might screw off in astonishment. Your words eased the self consciousness in his chest, only you would say something like that. "Plus, I might start acting spoiled if I don't be careful about coming to places like this." You giggled, making him smile.

"What if I want you to be spoiled?" He responded, his tone making you squeeze your thighs together under the table. "You spoil me enough, Suguru." You respond, your sultry voice uttering his name made his pants feel tight. The mood was quickly shifting from romantic to a more lust-filled one. "Yeah?" He responded, slipping his hand into his pant pocket to find the remote connected to the panties, just rubbing his thumb around the button. You nodded, poking his shin with the tip of your heel under the table, your flirty ministrations being hidden by the long white tablecloth.

"How so?" He asked, tilting his head as he pressed the on button of the vibrator, sending a dull vibration against your clit. He watched your eyes flutter at the stimulation, humming out a "hmm?" when he did so. "You're spoiling me r-right now. Always thinking of ways to make me f-feel good." You replied, taking deep breaths to ensure a whine wouldn't slip out. "Am I?" He replied, leaning back against the booth, upping the vibration with the remote in his pants as he watched you jerk forward.

"Suguru-" You wined quietly, biting your lip as you squeezed your thighs together. "Feel good when you cross your legs, baby?" He whispered, leaning his forearms on the table as he tried to look at your expression from your head tipped forward, eyes shut at the intensity. You didn't know how he knew you were crossing your legs, but you nodded in response anyway. "The waiter is coming baby, pull yourself together." He whispered before sitting back, averting his gaze from you as he watched a new man approach your table. You grit your teeth in irritation, if he really wanted you to 'pull yourself together' he would stop the toy.

You swallowed hard, trying to take steady deep breaths into your lungs, smiling at the nice-looking waiter as he approached the table. "What do you want to drink, honey~" He cooed, egging you on by using the ridiculous pet name. The moment you opened your mouth to speak, he upped the vibration twice, making your body jerk forward. Of course, the waiter just had to ask if you were alright. "Yeah, you alright?" Geto chimed in, hiding his smile with faux concern on his face. You waved your hands in front of yourself, "Hiccups." You said, trying to muster up a smile as you glared at the dark-haired man across the table from you.

"Ill order, we'll take the-" Geto's voice faded out as he interacted with the waitor as you bit your tongue, your stomach clenching at each vibration, feeling yourself drip into the panties. You placed your elbow on the table when the man walked away, squeezing your eyes shut you covered your mouth, moans occasionally being muffled against your hand. "Fuck, that was so hot." Geto laughed, feeling himself twitch in his pants. You looked up at him once you cracked your eyes open again, eyebrows scrunched together in pleasure as your thighs squeezed tightly against one another.

"I'll give you a break." He said, reaching into his pocket he switched off the remote, making your muscles unclench as your hand fell from your mouth, gasping as quietly as you could into the air. Geto pulled the tablecloth over his lap so he could grope himself over his pants without anyone seeing him act so indecently. You had no smart remarks left in your brain, you weren't sure if Geto knew how close you had just been to cumming in front of the waitor, but with how breathless he looked you thought he might've had some idea.

You were the one with a toy pressed against your most sensitive spot right now, but just from seeing your reactions alone, Geto was feeling all hot and bothered. Every time you inhaled sharply or your body jerked, he felt his cock leak into his boxers. "Is this okay?" He asked, continuing to rub his cock slowly, giving himself some sort of relief. You nodded, your expression very obviously coated in lust.

"Good, this shit is making me so hard you know that?" He confessed, looking into your eyes. You forced a smile through the arousal, "Maybe next time, you should be the one with a vibrator on your cock." You teased, making him laugh through a groan. "Yeah, might have to let me borrow those panties when you're done here." You clenched your thighs together at the thought of a big strong Suguru with dainty panties pressed against his hard cock, undoubtedly most of his length would be poking out through the top of the panties, and that just fueled your arousal even more.

"Suguru." You wined, covering your mouth once more, he tilted his head at you, feeling you run your leg up his shin, teasing higher and higher as you stroked your heel-clad foot on his thigh, making him hiss in a breath, abandoning the hand on his cock and placing it on the cushion next to him. "Turn it on." You said from behind your hand, looking into his eyes with half-lidded ones. The way you were getting so into this made his face feel hot, his cock twitching under his pants when he felt the tip of your heel press softly against his balls.

He listened to your instruction, switching the vibration on once more, you sucked in a breath, continuing to rub your foot against his crotch. "So naughty." He giggled through his arousal, watching you swallow hard at how good the vibration felt. "Your wine," A voice came out of nowhere, catching the two of you off guard as the waitor seemed to appear out of thin air, filling your glass with the red liquid before repeating the same to Geto. Your heart was racing out of your chest, quickly you snapped out of whatever horny trance you had been in, retracting your foot from Geto's crotch you crossed your legs once more.

Geto smiled at you as you watched the waitor pour the wine, feeling the throbbing in his pants intensify with the loss of your foot on his cock. "Came to your senses?" Geto giggled, switching off the vibrator so you could relax once more. You blushed, embarrassed about how shameless you had just been. You had almost completely forgotten you were in public. "You make me lose them." You said, the vein on your forehead popping out at his audacity. He laughed, reaching over the table to take your hand in his, stroking his thumb over the back of your hand.

You welcomed the feeling, feeling your irritation wash away. "Sorry, truly, didn't mean to embarrass you, sweetheart." He said, smiling more authentically at your face, still screwed in annoyance. You sighed, his charm melting away your annoyance, "It's fine, dude came outta fuckin' nowhere." You complained, pouting. Geto laughed, "I didn't notice him either, sneaky bastard." His shared animosity made you laugh, easing your nerves as the two of you fell into a comfortable conversation.

The rest of the dinner had gone smoothly, the two of you almost completely forgetting about the vibrating panties as you immersed yourself in the conversation, that was until the desert was brought out. Vanilla ice cream and some fancy-looking dessert next to it, looking too pretty to eat. The both of you thanked the waiter, plastering smiles on your faces until he walked out of view. "Suguru I cant do it." "Fuck I'm so glad you said something, I need to take my belt off before I explode.. and it's not for the reason it normally is when I'm with you." He said seriously, making you laugh.

"This place is so expensive though, I feel bad just leaving this here untouched." You said, raking your eyes over the dessert. "Don't force yourself." He said, rubbing his hand over his bloated tummy. There had been 5 courses, they weren't relatively big alone, but after eating so many little dishes you were feeling like you were at your limit. They had all brought flavors you had never tasted before and never thought you would taste, so you couldn't help but think the same would be true about this desert, you didn't want to miss out.

"If you feed me I think I can do it." You teased, sticking your tongue out for the man in front of you. "Fuck." He laughed, feeling his now semi-hard cock twitch to life in his pants. "Might need to take my belt off for that other reason soon." Geto huffed out a laugh, making you giggle with your tongue out as he scooped some of the vanilla ice cream onto the spoon. "Ahhh~" He said, making you repeat the noise as he placed the spoon in your mouth and focused on your plush-looking lips that wrapped around the spoon and licked the cold cream off the spoon.

He pulled it back, sliding the spoon upwards to make sure you swallowed up everything. When he pulled it away, he noticed some of the white liquid smear against your bottom lip, his cock twitched with interest at how similar it looked to another white substance he frequently saw on your lips. Wordlessly he reached across the table and wiped his thumb against your lip, collecting the white liquid and bringing it back to his own mouth, licking it off.

You felt your heart speed up, a pulse could be felt between your legs as you watched him take his own thumb into his mouth and suck sensually, all while keeping his eyes locked onto yours, before popping it out of his mouth. "Sweet." He said. You felt your lip quiver, taking in a shaky breath you whispered. "Get the check." The man stood without another word, opening his wallet, he slapped a couple twenties onto the white cloth before tucking it back into his pants and grabbing your hand, dragging you out of the booth. "Pre-paid." He said, holding the small of your waist as he led the two of you to the entrance of the restaurant.

You looked down at Geto's slacks as the two of you made quick work to exit. The bulge in his pants was very evident to anyone with a pair of working eyes, glancing up at his face he seemed like he couldn't care less as he kept his sights on the trail in front of him. The two of you walked right past the young blonde man who had led you to your table. The man's face turned a deep shade of crimson when Geto grabbed a handful of your ass and looked back to wink at the boy, undoubtably his own pants had tented at the shameless display of Geto's claim on you.

The cold air felt relieving once the two of you made it outside, easing the burning heat your cheeks were experiencing. "I wanted to treat you like a lady tonight but you make me lose control when I'm around you, know that?" He confessed, keeping his eyes glued in front of him as his car came into view. "Were the vibrating panties part of you treating me like a lady?" You teased, looking up at him. "Maybe not, saw them in the window of some sex shop on the way home last night." He said, finally reaching the car. He gave your ass one last squeeze before he opened the door for you and helped you inside.

"Cant help it, just wanna slut you out every chance I get." He said, winking at you before he shut the door softly, leaving you flustered as you crossed your hands in your lap, waiting for him to enter the car. You gasped when you felt the vibration start up suddenly, moments later Geto's door popped open and he slid inside, keeping the car off as he shut the door behind him. Leaning into your face, he placed his hand on the side of your soft cheek, "Cmere baby." He whispered before he connected your lips together.

You moaned against his lips, his other hand coming to rub against your clothed cunt, pressing the vibrator harder against you. He was panting into the kiss, the exchange was filled with teeth and tongue as he devoured you with his lips. Your hands came up to wrap around his wrist that held your face, making him hum against your lips. Your moans into the kiss increased in volume as he frantically rubbed back and forth against the vibrator, simultaneously making the silicone rub your clit, creating a heavenly feeling.

"Want you to cum right here in my car before we leave, need to see you cum." Geto panted against your lips, making you wine. He was throbbing in his pants, there was nothing he needed more in this moment than to see you fall apart on his fingers and the vibrator he got you, wearing the dress he bought you. You moaned into the kiss, tangling your tongue with his as you felt your orgasm creep up on you alarmingly fast. You dug your nails into his wrist, arching your back your legs spread themselves apart instinctually as you teetered on the edge of your orgasm.

"Sug-uru- Sugu-" You moaned his name breathlessly against his lips, he knew you were about to cum. He kept the same pace and pressure against you as your hips started bucking into his hand to get yourself there. "Take it baby- take it cmon-" He whispered against your lips. He moved his kisses to the side of your mouth and cheek when you became unable to kiss him back, your jaw going slack as the dam broke and you came hard against the vibrator.

His hand gripped your thigh hard, his nails digging into the fat as he moaned with you as you came. He felt lightheaded watching your body jerk and spasm in his hold. "Yeah, that's my girl~ good fucking girl~" He praised, continuing to rub your clit as he worked you through the last shocks of your orgasm. Once you came down from your high and your brain started functioning regularly again, you registered his words in your head. 'my girl' the words echoed over and over in your head.

Surely those words were only uttered from the heat of the moment, but it sure as hell sounded nice rolling off his tongue. You pushed his hand away in overstimulation as the vibration continued, making you twitch against the car seats. "Sorry baby, I got you." He whispered, pulling away from your face he reached into his pocket and switched the vibrator off. "I feel better now." He said, making you come to your senses as you giggled. "You?" You said incredulously. "It makes me feel good to make you cum, you should know that by now." He said honestly.

You believed his words wholeheartedly. His cock was still rock hard and twitching in his pants but he did look more relieved than he did when he first pulled you into the car. His breath had evened out too. "Want me to suck you off while you drive us home?" You asked, glancing between his hard-on poking through his pants and his handsome face. He laughed, "Such a vulgar mouth you have, roomie." He teased, grabbing your face he squshed your cheeks together, shaking your head back and forth. "I plan to fuck you nice and good when we get home if that sounds okay with you, so I can wait."

You nodded frantically, he didn't have to look over at you to know your answer, your head shaking his arm with the intensity with which you nodded. "You're so sweet, yknow that?" He said, his words catching you off guard. "Why are you bein' so sappy? Got a crush on me?" You joked, not expecting the silence that followed as he released your face as started the car, signaling before he pulled out into the dark street, heading for your shared apartment.

You looked over to Geto's face and noticed a light blush dusting his cheeks every time he drove under a streetlight, illuminating his features. You suddenly felt very self-conscious, your own cheeks heating up the longer he took to respond. "Oh." You said, turning your body to face the street as you gazed out through the window. "I'm not asking you to like me back sweet cheeks, just keep hanging out with me and I'll survive." He said.

Your heart was racing, you felt dizzy and slightly nauseous. It made sense that he liked you, the two of you had been living together for years, you spent more time with him more than anyone else you knew, and you had been hooking up for a couple of months now, it made sense that he had feelings for you. It's not like his feelings weren't reciprocated, you started noticing your heart pick up around him a couple months ago, right after the two of you started hooking up.

You had chalked it up to being arousal or lust, noticing how the strange feeling became stronger when he touched you or spoke to you. You realized quickly that this was not just lust, you were in fact very in love with your roommate. He did look like he had been chiseled by the gods themselves, and he had a lovely (for the most part) personality to match, he was funny, he cared about your well-being, he took care of you when you were sick, cuddled with you, gave you the dick of your life- he was everything you could've ever wanted and more.

"Can you say something though, you're making me feel embarrassed." His voice broke through the deafening silence, breaking you out of your stupor. You didn't realize the two of you had already been driving for so long, your apartment coming into view as he pulled into the parking spot in front of your building. Say something, say something, this is your chance, say something idiot just- Geto was internally panicking, he regretted leaving his answer so ambiguous, he should've just said "Of course not~" When you asked if he liked you, fuck he was such an idiot, he just ruined your relationship he was sure of it.

Surely you wouldn't feel comfortable living in the same house with someone who was in love with you, of course, that would be uncomfortable, fuck. Was it too late to say he was joking? Shit. Maybe you would move out, god- he felt sick, he wanted to get out of the car and run away, excape this awkward atmosphere, and just-

Your lips were on his, you were kissing him, you had your hands on his thighs and you were kissing him. "Sorry." You pulled away. "I- I'm not good with this kinda stuff but I had to do something." He registered your voice speak to him. "I uh- I like you too." You blushed, looking at the scenery outside the car, counting the tiles on your building, anything to avoid his eyes. "I almost jumped out of the window, never do that shit again." He said, sighing the heaviest sigh one man has ever sighed.

You burst out into laughter, "Sorry, wasn't exactly expecting you to confess your love when I was harmlessly teasing you~" You said, squinting your eyes at him. He swallowed hard, your hands on his thighs suddenly burning with an indescribable heat against his skin. "Can I take you inside and fuck you now? Think I might die If I don't get inside you soon." he whispered into the silent car.

Your back slammed into the door of your apartment, muffled moans and breaths mingling between the two of you as Geto wrappped a large arm around your waist to keep you pressed against his body, his other digging in his pocket to fish out the key and get the two of you inside. "Geto-" You moaned against his lips, "Hurry." You don't think you've ever felt this hot and bothered in your life. You frantically unbuttoned his shirt, his bare chest being exposed to the open air as you made quick work of his belt while he blindly inserted the key into the door and twisted it open.

The two of you almost crashed to the ground when the door opened behind you, stumbling inside Geto slammed the door shut and locked it behind you, working his hands on the back of your dress he uncliped the hook at the top and slid the garment in one swipe off of your body, leaving you clad in just the panties. "No bra?" He breathed against your lips, feeling his hand come into contact with nothing but your skin when he instinctively went to unclasp your bra. "Thought we might end up like this~" You whispered agaisnt his lips, yanking his belt through the loops of his pants and throwing it somewhere in the room.

He lifted you from under your thighs, kissing and biting your neck frantically as he walked you to the familiar path to his room. You pressed the back of his neck agaisnt you, tangling your hands in his long hair while he kicked open his door and took long strides to the bed, throwing you down on it, making you bounce against his mattress. Geto breathed heavily, unbuttoning his pants with one hand he crawled onto the bed, slotting himself between your thighs and welcoming yours that wrapped around his as he slid his pants off in the process, leaving the both of you only clad in your undergarments.

He placed one hand on your neck and pressed you into the bed, his lips chasing yours as he kissed you needily. You made a sound of discomfort against his lips, feeling something rough on your lower back. You pulled away from the kiss briefly to reach under your back and move whatever was irritating your skin. You didn't expect to pull out a pair of your panties, stiffer than you remember them being, from behind your back, more importantly, you didn't expect to see them in Geto's bed.

"Geto I am right here," you said, deadpanning, holding the cum soaked panties to the side of you. He smiled, taking the panties from your hand he tucked them under his pillow, "You wouldn't get it~" He said, tipping your head to the side he dropped his head to your neck, moving his hand out of the way a bit so he could leave hickeys on your skin. You gasped, "N-no I don't, why keep stealing my p-panties and cumming on them when you can walk ten feet down the hall and fuck me?" You asked, your breath picking up when he kissed a particularly sensitive spot on your neck.

"It's the thrill." He says, biting your neck before soothing over the same spot with his tongue, easing the sting. "Sneaking around and stealing your panties-" kiss "when you have no idea," kiss "Gets me off so hard." He explains. "You're s-such a pervert." You whine, and yet feel yourself clench around nothing at his words. "That shit too." He says, gripping your naked tighter in his hold. "Love when you tell me how nasty I am, keep doing it." He instructs, moving his lips down to take your nipple into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue.

"Fuck- Suguru-" You moan, bucking your hips up into his, simultaneously wrapping your legs around him tighter. "Tell me, baby, tell me how dirty I am." He speaks, the words coming out muffled around your nipple, the vibration of his words tingling through your hardened bud and making you drip between your thighs. "Y-you're such a filthy pervert S-suguru." You say, immediately getting a loud groan of approval from him, his hips humping into your own, the bulge in his pants being rubbed just right against your clit.

"Yeah?" He moans, releasing your nipple with a lewd pop as he switches to the other one, sucking it into his mouth and flicking his tongue over it, feeling it harden in his mouth. "Yeah, baby- s-so nasty stealin' my panties and makin' a m-mess all over them." He groans, his hips pressing themselves harder into your panty-clad pussy. "Bet you pretend 'ur fucking my cunt huh-?" You tease, feeling his hand slide down between your legs and move the panties to the side of your pussy so he could rub his boxer-covered dick between your naked folds.

He moans out a, "mhm-" against your nipple, pulling down his boxers just enough to free his dick as he rubs his length between your folds, his wet tip bumping into your clit as he does so. "Do you w-wrap the around y-our cock o-or-" You were cut off by his fat tip pressing against the entrance of your pussy, not pushing in, just keeping pressure against the twitching hole as he nibbled on your nipple, giving it one last suck before pulling away.

"Sometimes I'll lick the part where your pussy goes 'n taste you," He starts, peppering kisses across the expanse of your chest. "Fuck.." You moan, feeling your face grow hot at his words. "Sometimes I'll hold them up to my nose 'n smell you, use 'em to jerk off-" You pressed your hand over his mouth, breathing heavily at his shameless explanation. "You really are disgusting." You said, feeling yourself clench around nothing.

Suguru released a shaky breath, feeling a tingle shoot up his spine at your mean words before he thrust his cock into your pussy in one thrust, groaning at how tight you felt around him, the sound coming out muffled from your hand pressed against his mouth. "Ohmygod-" You whined, your hand dropping from his lips and falling against the sheets to your side as you gripped the cloth between your fingers tightly.

Suguru leaned back, pulling your thighs over his larger ones and sitting on his calves, he immediately started up a brutal pace inside you, fucking his cock into you as he used one hand to hold your panties to the side, getting a perfect view of your cunt swallowing up his dick. "Your pussy is eating up my dick like it's the tastiest thing in the world~" Geto cooed, bringing the pad of his thumb to rub circles agaisnt your little clit, poking out argrilly from under the hood.

"Fuck- S-Suguru!" You moaned, thrashing your head from side to side against his pillows. "God I love how dumb you get from my dick baby~ You like it this much? Huh?" He asked, emphasizing his words with rough thrusts as he picked up his ministrations on your clit. "Yes, baby- Fuck- Fuck I love it-" You babbled, forcing yourself to peel your eyes open to watch him fuck you properly. "Yeah you do- Fuck, you're so fucking tight-" He groaned, shutting his eyes and tipping his head back as he fucked his cock into you mercilessly, drilling his fat tip straight into your g-spot.

"Can feel myself leakin' all inside your cunt-" He drops his chin to watch your sloppy cunt drip your arousal around him, "She's fuckin' milking me-" He laughs through a groan. Geto was normally talkative in bed, but he seemed to be even more aroused, you guessed it had something to do with the confession that happened earlier in the car. "Suguru- you're splitting me open-" You moan, bringing one of your hands to press down on your lower tummy, feeling his cock beat your walls from the inside of you.

He giggled, bringing one of his hands to press down over yours, making you feel it even more. "Yeah? You feel me deep in there baby? I'm all up in 'ur fuckin' guts." He laughed, pistoning his hips into yours. Your face was all screwed up in pleasure, your hips wiggling against his as you felt your orgasm build up quickly inside you. "Fuck- yes- Suguru Im gonna cum- t-think I-m gonna squirt-" You say, noticing how the ball in your stomach felt a little different than normal.

Suguru had made you squirt before, and you never got used to it. It felt so intense, and on top of that, it was so fucking embarrassing. Suguru didn't seem to think so, it always made him so fucking dizzy when he made you squirt. "Yeah? Gonna squirt for me when I cum inside you?" He cooed, his thrusts starting to lose their rhythm as he felt his balls tighten with his impending orgasm. "Yes, Sugu please- please cum inside me- mark me as y-yours-" You wined, looking into his deep eyes as you spoke.

"Fuckkk, wanna be mine?" He groaned, biting his lip as he felt his cock twitch with his orgasm approaching alarmingly fast. "Yes- make me yours!" You cried, throwing your head back as the first wave of your orgasm crashed over you. Your cunt constricted around Geto's massive cock, your squirt spraying onto his abdomen, wetting his skin and boxers he had pulled down to pull his cock out. "Ohfuck-" He moaned gritting his teeth. "Give it to me- milk this fucking c-cock-" He moaned, his jaw falling open as he felt his cum travel up his cock.

You continued to convulse on his cock as he fucked you through your orgasm and into his own. "Gonna make you mine gonna- f-fuckfuck-" He cut himself off, pressing down hard on your stomach as his hips stilled against you feeling the first rope of his cum spill inside your cunt. His eyes rolled back in his head, bringing his hips back, he fucked each and every rope of his hot cum as deep as he could into your cunt, pressing his balls flush against your ass as he spilled the last of his seed into you.

You bit your lip, trying to stay sane as he twitched through the last bit of his high, overstimulating you when his cock moved a little too much inside you. "Godddd-" He groaned, pulling his cock out as the both of you hissed in oversensitivity. His cum immediately follows his cock and drips out of your hole, spilling down the crack of your ass. "So pretty, you did so fucking good for me baby." He praised, pulling your pussy lips apart to watch his cum slide out of you.

"My," huff "eyes are up here." you breathed out with a smirk, making him huff out a laugh. "Feelin' jealous?" He teased, tucking his soaked cock back into his boxers before he leaned his massive frame over you, embracing the feeling of your legs wrapping around his waist as he cradles your face in his hands, looking between your plush lips and eyes before pressing his mouth to yours softly and pulling back. "You feelin' okay? I went kinda hard." He smiled apologetically.

Your own hands came up to hold his sweats face, brushing his bangs out of his face. "I'm a little sore, but I think I'll survive." You said, before looking away and pondering, bringing your eyes back to his after a brief intermission with yourself. "Unless you'll baby me more if I say no, in which case, no, I'm feeling absolutely wrecked." your dramatics made him laugh. You took the opportunity to place kisses all over the expanse of his face as he laughed wholeheartedly.

Once his giggles died down a more serious look took over his features. "I didn't just say all that shit in the heat of the moment by the way." Geto spoke, rubbing your cheeks, "About makin' you mine." He elaborated. "Good." You answered, leaning your head up to press your lips together again. "Wanna be my girlfriend?" He asked properly. You pushed him off of you, switching your positions as you crawled on top of him, his hands finding their way to your tits as he massaged them in his hands.

"Depends how well you fuck me during round two~" You tease, wiggling your hips down against his semi-hard cock, steadily growing under the heat of your cunt. "Sounds like you might be my wife in about ten minutes." He challenges, making you burst into a fit of giggles as he sat up and wrapped his arms around you in a bear hug, attacking your shoulders with kisses.

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jeriafterdark · 2 months

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Yes, Cloud. Good, very good.

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#sefikura #sephiroth #ff7 rebirth #ff7 fanart #final fantasy vii #cloud strife #this actually happened everyone #IT HAPPENED #ITS CANON #my art #i often whisper into my arch enemy's ears and hold him tightly while he stabs me through the heart #dont you?

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daddiesdrarryy · 11 months

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Sirius: It’s Reggie, he says they’re running late. Harry threw up on James and then James threw up on James

Remus: Well, he didn’t throw up on the baby. That’s a win

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countingstars-17 · 6 months

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CHARLES AND MAX PLAYED PADEL TOGETHER YESTERDAY!!!

#cr: dylansosso #IT HAPPENED #charles leclerc #max verstappen #lestappen #f1 #formula 1

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iwasjustdrinking · 1 year

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#it happened #I’ve been betrayed #taylor swift #eras tour #1k

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suchawrathfullamb · 9 days

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Scenes they didn't show but are canon because I said so but also common sense: - Will stalking Hannibal as soon as they met (he knew who Bedelia was, like how exactly) - Hannibal sniffing Will's bedding when he went to feed the dogs (I'm being nice here by saying bedding) - Will going to the bathroom in Hannibal's house and snooping around, testing his toiletries and smelling everything, opening up drawers etc. - Hannibal drawing Will after they fucked during the cock in the mouth episode (oh, I'm sorry, yes I said what I said) - Them fucking during that cock in mouth episode (it's the birdie on fire, whatever the fuck that was, you know what I meant) - Them definitely fucking after the social worker inside the horse. Maybe in the stable, even. Hannibal knocks the guy out, they fuck, then call Jack and arrest him. You know, priorities. - Will's wet dreams after the ambulance scene. - Bedelia asking Hannibal "do you desire Will sexually?" (Franklyn style) - Abigail and Freddie Lounds gossiping about Hannigram and wondering who tops who - Alana finding Hannibal's erotic drawings of Will and that's actually the secret reason why she backed off in season 2. - Will jerking off to the picture of young Hannibal Il Mostro - Them fucking softly because injured after the Mason thing in season 3 - Oh, them definitely fucking after the season 2 Mason nose thing, what the fuck was that scene, they were exuding sexual energy. - Hannibal crying outside of Will's house after the breakup. - Hannibal crying when the lights went out in his cell. - Will crying in the shower every day for months until he runs out of energy so he cannot shed a tear anymore because it has been dried out of his body. - Will hallucinating Hannibal ala Stagman while having sex with Molly. - Molly pretending she didn't hear Will saying Hannibal's name as he came. - Them making out in the drive to the cliff house in Wrath.

#what else?#add your own #nbc hannibal #hannigram #hannibal #will graham #murder husbands #hannibal lecter #hugh dancy #mads mikkelsen #headcanons? more like canon #this is real #it happened #i was there i was will's butthole

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dwalin: the hobbit’s so short.

thorin: i could put a few inches in him.

dwalin: what?

thorin: what?

#it happened #the hobbit #incorrect quotes #bagginshield #thorin oakenshield #dwalin #bilbo baggins

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Aziraphale really called himself Crowley’s wife this season

good for him

#no i’m not giving context for this #until my next meta post at least #just trust me #it happened #good omens #good omens 2 #good ineffable omens #aziraphale #crowley #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #ineffable spouses

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Heart Eyes

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holy things 9 also on ao3 // prev. // next cw: panic attack

“I like you,” Steve says in a rush as soon as the door is shut behind him, his chest tight, his hands shaking. “In a romantic way, I— I have a crush on you, and I’ve never felt like this before, for anyone, and I have no idea what’s happening to me, and I—”

“Steve,” Eddie says softly.

“—I didn’t realize until you told me because you’re also my best friend and I thought you were just a really good friend, and you are, but I don’t wanna be friends with you—”

“Steve.”

“—I want you, like— in a way that I don’t understand because I never learned about any of this shit in school, and I don’t know anything about romance, I just know that I want it, and—”

“Stevie.”

Eddie’s hands are on Steve’s face, holding it gently, warm against his skin that’s still cold from the night and the rain. He’s smiling hesitantly, eyes gleaming.

“‘S okay,” he says softly when Steve finally falls silent.

Steve exhales.

Eddie’s thumbs brush over his cheeks, and he pulls Steve’s face forward a little bit until their foreheads press. Steve’s eyes fall shut, and his hands reach up to Eddie’s waist, forming fists over the thin fabric of his shirt. He’s still shaking.

He shivers, tightening his shoulders, and Eddie exhales, his hands running down to Steve’s neck. His hands are warm.

“Stevie,” he murmurs. “Sweetheart.”

“Yeah,” Steve breathes, letting the word cover him like a blanket, soft and warm.

“You’re freezing.”

Steve nods, shivering again.

“Stevie.” Eddie’s thumbs press under Steve’s chin, nudging it up so Steve looks at him. His vision is a little blurry when their eyes meet. “You should take a shower. I’ll get you some fresh clothes, okay?”

“Okay,” Steve says softly, nodding. Eddie leans back in and presses their foreheads together for a moment before he takes Steve’s hand and tugs him toward the bathroom.

Steve waits, watching, as Eddie gets the shower ready, leaning over the tub to feel the water, and he pulls his jacket off, wincing as it peels away from his sweater. He’s trembling now, his teeth starting to chatter.

“Towel’s on the door. Leave your clothes on the floor,” Eddie says gently, taking the jacket. “I’ll bring you some clothes and put them on the counter, okay?”

“Okay,” Steve says again.

The water is hot, and he melts under it as it hits his skin. The room is filling with steam, clouding his vision. He wraps his arms around himself, letting his eyes close, submitting to the white noise of the spray of water.

The sound is interrupted when there’s a gentle knock on the door before it opens, and Steve opens his eyes. He can see Eddie’ shape through the shower curtain.

“Clothes are on the counter,” Eddie says.

“Thank you,” Steve forces out, arms tightening around himself.

“‘Course, sweetheart.”

For a brief moment Steve wants to pull the shower curtain open, to reach for Eddie and pull him under the water with him, to ask him to wash him clean.

But he watches Eddie bend to pick up Steve's soaked clothes, and then he watches him leave, hears the door shut behind him.

Steve uses Eddie’s soap. Washes the rain from his hair, from his skin, hopes he isn’t washing away Eddie’s touch.

The room feels oddly silent when he shuts the water off, almost echoing like it’s empty despite the steam. The towel hanging from the door is soft, and he wraps it around himself for a few moments, hiding his face in it. And then he dresses, smiling as he pulls on Eddie’s clothes. It’s all dry and clean and soft and warm, and Steve wants to cry again.

Eddie is in the living room, sitting on the sofa. He isn’t watching anything on the television or reading a book or anything, just staring at the ground, fingers picking at his lower lip. He looks up when Steve comes in, eyes scanning over him quickly, and they look at each other.

And then Eddie holds an arm out silently, and Steve melts again, eyes burning as he goes to him, falling onto the sofa and into his arms. He squeezes his eyes shut, burying his face in Eddie’s neck, letting his arms get tucked between them as Eddie pulls him closer, arms right around him. He feels Eddie press a kiss to the side of his head.

“I missed you today,” Steve says weakly, quietly. “So much.”

“God, I missed you too.”

“I’m sorry,” Steve chokes, fingers now gripping the fabric of Eddie’s shirt.

“For what?”

“I— I didn’t say anything,” Steve says weakly, letting Eddie pull him away to look at him. Their legs are tangled, and Eddie’s fingers are a little cold when he touches Steve’s face. “When you told me this— this morning, I just sat there, and I didn’t know what to say, I didn’t—”

“Shh, Steve,” Eddie murmurs, leaning close. “Baby.”

Steve falls quiet, his eyes finding Eddie’s lips like he’s trying to find that word, that tiny, beautiful word, in the air between them.

Baby.

“I know,” Eddie says softly, almost whispering. “It’s scary.”

“You’re not scary,” Steve whispers.

He tugs at the front of Eddie's shirt. Lets his head fall to Eddie’s, his forehead pressing to Eddie’s cheek, and listens to Eddie breathe.

They stay there for a long while, holding each other. Eddie’s fingers brush over Steve’s neck, tracing lines back and forth so lightly it makes him shiver. He traces Steve’s ear the way Steve traced his a while ago, and Steve suppresses a smile. Their hands rest on Eddie’s leg, and Steve looks at them. Their fingers lace, and he lifts his hand, spreading his fingers to hold Eddie’s hand so he can see it.

The letters on his fingers read EVIL, and the irony makes Steve smile again.

Eddie’s thumb brushes over the back of Steve’s hand. Steve looks at him. He’s smiling softly, barely smiling at all, looking at their hands, touching Steve so tenderly it’s like he’s breakable. His fingers slip up Steve’s neck into his hair even though it’s still wet, scratching over his scalp and sets going the strands absently.

Eddie looks at Steve. Their eyes meet.

Steve’s cheeks flush with warmth, and Eddie’s smile widens. He squeezes Steve’s hand gently. When he speaks, it’s in whispers.

“It doesn’t scare you?” he asks quietly, looking at their hands again. “Liking a man?”

Steve exhales.

“No,” he says softly.

“No?”

Steve shrugs a little bit. He relaxes against the back of the sofa without detaching their hands, letting one of his legs stretch out over Eddie’s lap.

“At first,” he says softly. “But…”

He trails off, looking at Eddie again. He’s looking back at him, listening intently, and he’s so beautiful Steve could cry.

“It’s not scary to like you,” he says. “I…” He furrows his eyebrows, thinking, looking at their hands. “Liking you isn’t the— the scary thing. It’s… what other people say. And think. That’s what’s scary.”

“Right,” Eddie says slowly. Steve looks into his eyes intently.

“We’re not the problem,” he says. “We’re not doing anything wrong.”

Eddie blinks his eyes, and Steve’s chest aches as he watches them fill with tears, glistening and shining in the dim light of the living room. A tear escapes Eddie’s eye, and Steve shifts on the sofa to kneel, pulling his hand away to reach for Eddie’s face.

He brushes his tears away as gently as possible, and Eddie lets him, looking up at him.

“It’s not scary to like you,” Steve says, whispering. Eddie blinks tears out of his eyes, and he looks like a damn angel, his eyebrows furrowed, tears glistening in his eyes and in his skin. Holy. “It’s easy.”

Eddie closes his eyes. Steve wipes the tears that slide down his cheeks.

“So easy,” he whispers.

He brushes Eddie’s bangs back and presses his lips to his forehead without another thought. Eddie exhales shakily. He reaches for Steve’s hips, and Steve hugs his neck, pressing his face into Eddie’s hair as he shifts to find his place on Eddie’s lap. Eddie hugs his waist tightly, tucking his face into Steve’s neck. Steve holds the back of his head, closing his eyes.

He can feel Eddie’s breath against his neck, can feel Eddie’s chest rising and falling against his. Eddie’s hands spread across the small of his back, and his eyelashes flutter against Steve’s skin.

It kind of feels like they’re meditating. Just breathing together, slow and steady and calm, like their hearts are beating in unison.

Until Eddie shifts just enough for Steve to hear his voice.

“Baby.”

He says it sleepily, mumbling, and it’s like the word crawls under Steve’s skin, makes itself a home there. He squeezes his eyes shut, suppressing a shiver.

“Yeah.”

“Bed.”

“Yeah,” Steve says again, opening his eyes, and he starts to move off of Eddie’s lap, but Eddie’s arms tighten around him.

“Mm-mm.”

Steve hums confusedly, and Eddie’s hands slide down to his thighs as he moves to the edge of the sofa, holding Steve in place as Eddie stands up. Steve lets out a quiet, surprised yelp, hugging Eddie’s neck. Eddie holds him with a hand on his bottom as he flicks off the lamp and makes his way to his room by the vague light of the streetlamps outside. Steve closes his eyes, tucking his face into Eddie’s neck.

Eddie sets him on the bed, pressing him into the mattress and resting on top of him. Steve hums again, tightening his legs around him and squeezing. Eddie’s face presses into his neck, his breath warm against his skin, and Steve blinks his eyes at the ceiling. His tears are warm on his skin as they fall down his temples, into his hair and onto the fabric of Eddie’s pillowcase.

Eddie is in the kitchen.

Steve can hear him putting away the dishes, opening and closing cabinets, carefully setting plates atop each other. Steve rolls onto his back, listening. It’s raining again.

Steve sits up slowly, blinking his eyes open, letting himself get used to the morning light. The hoodie he’s wearing is twisted, and he straightens it out as he slides off the bed.

He sees Eddie as he goes to the bathroom, and when their eyes meet, Eddie’s face breaks open in a bright smile. It’s like he lights up, and he looks away, biting his lip. Steve feels giddy. He tries to suppress a smile as he brushes his teeth, but he just ends up grinning at himself in the mirror, and he wants to roll his eyes at how ridiculous he feels. He even tries to sort his hair out.

Eddie is leaning against a counter in the kitchen when Steve comes out of the bathroom, his arms crossed, looking at the ground. His hair is tied back, a messy knot at the nape of his neck, and there are strands falling in his face. They fall out of the way when he lifts his head as Steve steps in front of him, leaning against the counter opposite him, mirroring him.

“Hi,” Steve says softly.

“Hi.”

They’re quiet. Steve looks at the ground and nudges his foot against Eddie’s.

“So,” Eddie says slowly.

Steve looks up at him, eyes wide, and Eddie is already looking back.

He’s gazing at him. Like Steve is something worth gazing at.

“So,” Steve breathes.

Eddie smiles.

“I know this is… all very, uhm. New to you.”

“Yeah,” Steve says, his cheeks flushing with warmth.

“Uhm.” Eddie pauses, and he’s so cute when he’s nervous. “We don’t have to… jump into anything.”

Steve blinks.

“I don’t wanna be friends.”

Eddie’s eyes flick back and forth between Steve’s.

“What do you want?” he asks softly, like he’s nervous, tentative. Steve’s stomach flutters.

“What can I have?”

Eddie’s eyes shine at him, and for a moment he looks like he’s going to cry, and Steve’s chest tightens.

“Anything.”

Steve looks at him. At his sleep matted curls and shiny eyes and the faint dusting of freckles that are scattered across the bridge of his nose that Steve noticed the day they met but never really appreciated until now.

The morning light is shining on Eddie and he looks so lovely that Steve’s stomach hurts.

“Can I have a kiss?”

Eddie blinks, and he looks hopeful for a moment, his eyebrows raising just the slightest bit.

“You want me to kiss you?” he whispers. Steve nods. Eddie looks at him. And looks. And looks. He hesitates when he speaks again, his eyes trained somewhere on Steve’s face before they meet his eyes again. “Can we… Can we talk for a minute first?”

“Yeah,” Steve says softly. “Of course.”

Eddie smiles at him again, and then he’s stepping closer, reaching down to Steve’s legs, and Steve suppresses a beaming smile as Eddie lifts him up onto the counter. He wraps his legs around Eddie’s hips, and Eddie’s hands slide up his thighs, squeezing gently. Steve could swoon.

“…I’m assuming you’re not familiar with the traffic light system.”

Steve blinks.

“Like… driving?”

Eddie smiles.

“Kind of, but in regards to… intimacy.”

Steve’s eyes flicker to his lips. He shakes his head.

“So,” Eddie says, his hand squeezing Steve’s hip gently. “Similar to driving. Green means go, red means stop, yellow means slow down.”

Steve nods.

“People usually use it for, like, sex,” Eddie says, his cheeks pink. “But we can use it whenever. If we’re just cuddling, or kissing.” He brushes his thumb back and forth over Steve’s hip. Steve nods again. “So every once in a while I’m gonna ask you for your color, and you tell me one of those three.”

He’s talking so softly, so gently and patiently and kindly, and it’s like Steve can feel Eddie’s kindness inside him, permeating him like mist through a screen door.

“Green if it’s all good,” Eddie continues. “If you’re comfortable, if you feel good. You say yellow if you’re… unsure about anything, or if you wanna change anything. If I do something you don’t like or if something doesn’t feel right. We’ll pause right away and talk and fix whatever it is and then we can keep going if you want to.”

“Okay,” Steve says quietly.

“If you say red,” Eddie says, “everything stops right away. No questions asked, you don’t need to explain yourself. We stop, and then we do whatever you want. Watch a movie, take a nap, whatever. And we can talk about what happened, make sure it doesn’t happen again, but if you don’t wanna talk about it, we won’t. Okay?”

Steve’s throat feels tight.

“…You’re really nice,” he says quietly, almost whispering. Eddie scoffs, tilting his head at him.

“This is bare minimum shit, Stevie.”

“I still appreciate it.”

Eddie looks pained for a split second, but the expression is gone quickly.

“Does that all sound okay?” he asks. Steve nods. “You don’t have to wait for me to ask your color, okay? If you don’t like something, you say yellow or red and I’ll stop right away. Same if you say stop, or wait, or no, or anything, okay?”

“Okay,” Steve says, his voice right. Eddie nods, his eyebrows rising like he’s saying Okay? again. “Can you kiss me, please?”

Eddie cracks a smile, and he looks teary. He lifts a hand to Steve’s face and touches his cheek.

“I’m going to be so bad at this,” Steve says as Eddie leans closer. “You’re not allowed to laugh at me.”

“Never,” Eddie breathes.

Steve’s heart melts.

“You’re sweet,” he says softly. Eddie smiles and nudges their noses together. Steve can feel his breath on his face, and it’s not a sensation Steve ever thought he’d like, but he finds himself craving it, desperate. “Please, Eddie.”

Eddie nudges their noses again, and then he’s pressing his lips to Steve’s gently, carefully. His hand lifts from Steve’s thigh to touch his face, his fingertips pressing into Steve’s cheek before his hand slides around to the back of his head like he’s holding Steve in place. Steve lets out a soft, weak noise, his eyebrows furrowing, and his hands raise to Eddie’s chest.

Eddie pulls away after a few moments, and their lips part with a slick noise that finds its way under Steve’s skin. Eddie stays close enough that their lips brush, and Steve keeps his eyes closed.

“Okay?” Eddie asks softly.

Steve nods.

“Green,” he breathes, and Eddie’s lips curve into a smile against his.

“Good boy,” he murmurs.

Warmth floods Steve’s body, and his lip quivers. He steadies it by leaning in and kissing Eddie again.

Their mouths crash together, off-center, and Eddie grins, reaching to hold Steve’s face between his hands. Steve giggles into his mouth, his fingers curling into the fabric of Eddie’s hoodie.

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” he whispers between kisses, and Eddie hums, his fingers dragging through Steve’s hair.

“You’re good,” he says softly, kissing him again, like the two simple words don’t flip Steve over. “Just do what you want,” he murmurs. “Do what feels good.”

Steve lets out a weak whine, and his face flushes with heat. His hands clench on Eddie’s hoodie, holding him tightly, and he wonders how this could ever be a sin. How God could look at their pleasure, at how gentle, how sweet, Eddie is to Steve, and feel betrayed.

“‘S okay, baby,” Eddie murmurs.

“I love it when you call me that,” Steve breathes, cheeks still warm. He’s pathetic and he knows it, but Eddie doesn’t seem to mind. His thumbs brush gently over Steve’s cheeks before his hands slip down to his jaw, and then his thumb is ghosting over Steve’s throat lightly and Steve might cry.

“You wanna be my baby?” Eddie says softly.

Steve’s throat tightens. He’s squeezing his eyes shut, and he nods, because he’s never wanted anything more in his entire damn life.

“Please,” he chokes. “Please, I wanna— I wanna be your baby, Eddie—”

Eddie silences him with another kiss, nodding, holding him tenderly. And Steve feels insane, because as Eddie’s teeth nip at his lower lip, Steve realizes he would let Eddie do anything with him; he would let him bite until Steve is bleeding, would let him lick his skin clean. He would let Eddie consume him, bones and all. Which probably isn’t normal, or healthy, but Steve can’t bring himself to care.

He’s shaking as he clutches at Eddie, trembling as he clings to him, and Eddie is so, so gentle. Running his hands over his back like he’s soothing him, holding his neck with his palm to Steve’s throat in a way that makes Steve feel helpless and small and safe. He kisses Steve until he’s breathless and panting, and he swallows the air straight from Steve’s lungs.

They part for a moment, and Steve exhales, gripping the front of Eddie’s hoodie. And then Eddie kisses him again, light and brief and soft, and his tongue brushes over Steve’s lower lip. Steve gasps and his hands jump to Eddie’s shoulders, holding him tightly.

“Is that okay?” Eddie checks, whispering, and Steve is nodding before the question is even done.

“Yes,” he says breathlessly. “Yeah, green, yes, please.”

Eddie grins.

“You want my tongue, baby?”

“Oh, God.”

Steve’s whole body aches. He lets his head fall as he shivers, his hair falling into his face as he squeezes his eyes shut, but Eddie tucks his hair back, touching his chin and gently guiding him back up to meet his eyes.

“Stevie,” he says softly. “I said anything, didn’t I?”

Steve’s vision blurs. His lip quivers.

Eddie holds his face between his hands and guides him down until their foreheads are pressed together. Steve clings to him, holds his shoulders tightly, his legs wrapped around him.

“My baby,” Eddie breathes. “I’d give you the fucking world.”

Steve wraps his arms around Eddie’s neck.

“I don’t want the world, I just want you.”

Eddie is quiet for a moment, and then,

“Fuck.”

He kisses Steve so hard it pushes Steve back, and Steve gasps, his eyebrows furrowing, his eyes squeezing shut. And it’s like Eddie is desperate now, a hand holding the back of Steve’s head, the other pressed into the arch at the small of his back, dragging him toward the edge of the counter, as close as possible. His tongue slips across Steve’s lips, and Steve whines again, burying a hand in Eddie’s hair, messing up his bun. Eddie touches his face, pulling away, breathing hard, and he touches Steve’s lower lip with his thumb, pressing until Steve’s mouth falls open.

For a moment he wants to let Eddie’s thumb slide inside, but he can’t move, can barely even think, like Eddie’s put him in a trance. Eddie’s eyes are dark, shining, and they lower to look at Steve’s mouth.

“Good.”

Steve’s chest floods with warmth.

He lets his eyes close, and Eddie kisses him again, holding his jaw. Steve tightens his legs around Eddie’s waist when Eddie’s tongue slips over his lip. He wants to beg for it, but he doesn’t want to pull away. His hand tightens in Eddie’s hair.

And then Eddie is licking into his mouth, and Steve’s never been drunk before but he thinks it might feel like this. He would fall over if Eddie stepped back even an inch, if he took his hands off of him.

Eddie hums in the back of his throat, and the sound rumbles around the wet noises of his tongue in Steve’s mouth, and Steve shivers again. It’s kind of gross, wet and messy and sloppy; their chins are slick and sliding as they tilt their heads so get closer, to kiss deeper.

But Steve finds that he loves it.

He adores how filthy he feels with Eddie’s spit on his skin, with Eddie holding him in place, Eddie humming to him and tasting him, and and and and and

Steve pushes himself forward, fist clenching in Eddie’s hair as he closes his lips around Eddie’s tongue, sucking, and Eddie’s breath catches.

“Yeah,” he breathes when Steve pulls away with a gasp. “There you go, baby.”

Steve drops his head, closing his eyes, one hand on Eddie’s neck as he slides the other back to his chest. His heart is beating fast, and he exhales slowly.

“Shit.”

Eddie laughs brightly. He slides his hand to Steve’s back, rubs a line over his spine, up and down, soothing and gentle.

“You okay?” he whispers, pressing their foreheads together again. Steve nods. “Did you like it?”

“Eddie, I feel like I’m about to pass out.”

“Please don’t.”

“No promises.”

Eddie is quiet for a moment before he says Steve’s name under his breath, and he touches Steve’s chin, lifting his gaze. Their eyes meet, and Steve melts. He presses his hand into Eddie’s chest a little harder.

“I like it,” he whispers. “Really.”

“I…” Eddie pauses, his eyes flicking back and forth between Steve’s. “I don’t want you to feel like— like you have to do anything,” he says. “If you—”

Steve leans in and kisses him, effectively silencing him. Eddie inhales slowly, holding Steve’s cheek.

Steve stays close when he pulls away, pressing their foreheads together, letting out a soft breath. Eddie brushes his thumb over Steve’s cheek.

“I know,” Steve says softly. “I don’t… I don’t feel like I have to do anything.”

Eddie holds his waist. Steve likes it when he holds him there. It makes him feel small. (Everything about Eddie makes Steve feel small.)

“I… I know you won’t force me to do anything,” he says quietly. Eddie pulls away to look at him, and Steve’s hands fall to his lap. “If I don’t like anything, I’ll tell you.” He pauses, cheeks warm. “I trust you.”

Eddie smiles. Steve looks away.

“Shut up.”

A laugh bursts out of Eddie.

“What?”

“You’re looking at me.”

“Yeah, of course I’m looking at you,” Eddie says sassily. “You’re cute when you blush.”

Steve’s face flushes even hotter, and he rolls his eyes.

“This is stupid.”

“What’s stupid?” Eddie asks, still laughing.

“Got a stupid crush on you,” Steve mumbles, ignoring the way Eddie is touching his face, trying to nudge him into meeting his eyes.

“Yeah, no shit. We just made out.”

Steve suppresses a grin and finally looks at him. Eddie leans in and kisses the end of his nose, and Steve giggles.

“I got a stupid crush on you too,” Eddie whispers.

“…No shit.”

Eddie snorts, and he digs his fingertips into Steve’s side, making him laugh loudly and hunch over, trying unsuccessfully to push Eddie away.

“Asshole,” Eddie says fondly.

“Be nice to me.”

Eddie suppresses a smile, biting his lower lip, and Steve’s stomach does a somersault as he watches, suddenly wishing he was the one biting him. He’s so beautiful it makes Steve feel crazy.

Eddie’s hands spread over Steve’s waist and he tilts his head like he knows how weak it makes Steve. He leans close enough that their noses nudge together again, and then he shakes his head back and forth slowly, brushing the end of his nose against Steve’s, and Steve feels like he could cry.

He closes his eyes, his eyebrows furrowing, and Eddie’s hands tighten on his waist.

“You’re so beautiful,” Eddie murmurs.

Steve leans in and kisses him, unable to wait any longer. He reaches to hold Eddie’s head, pushing his fingertips into his hair, opening his mouth when Eddie’s tongue brushes his lip, and Eddie laughs. Steve giggles, cheeks warm, and their teeth clash because neither of them pulls away.

“Sorry,” Steve says, still giggling, and Eddie shakes his head, catching his lower lip in a chaste kiss.

“You don’t have anything to be sorry for,” he says softly.

Steve’s eyes lower to Eddie’s mouth. His lips are shining.

“I like…” Steve starts, hesitating, face burning. “I like when you put your tongue in my mouth.”

Eddie’s eyebrows quirk up and he suppresses a smile.

“Which is an insane sentence,” Steve says, giggling again. “That I'm saying out loud and not feeling embarrassed about,” he adds, very embarrassed.

Eddie reaches up to hold his face.

“You don’t have to feel embarrassed about anything you like,” he says firmly, eyes still shining with amusement. Steve tries not to smile. It doesn’t work. “You’re so fucking cute.”

Steve rolls his eyes, looking away.

“Why do you like it?” Eddie asks, brushing his thumb over Steve’s cheek. Steve turns his face into his palm, looking at him shyly.

He shrugs.

“Feels good,” he says softly.

“Yeah?”

He nods.

“Feel… I don’t know.” He pushes Eddie’s sleeve down a little bit, looking at his tattoos, tracing a line down his forearm. “Like… Gross. And I like it.” He looks at Eddie. “That’s weird, isn’t it?”

“No,” Eddie says lightly. “Not weird.” He’s touching Steve’s cheek in a way that makes Steve feel delicate. Pretty. Like fine china. “And even if it was…” He shrugs, scrunching his nose. “I like it too.”

Steve’s stomach flutters.

He leans in to kiss him again. He wraps his arms around Eddie’s neck, hugs him to himself tightly, hums when Eddie’s hand slides around to the small of his back. Eddie tilts his head, and Steve can feel him smiling against his mouth as he kisses him deeper, licking into his mouth again. His hand slides to Steve’s hip, the other holding his jaw before it moves to cradle the back of his head, pushing into his hair and tugging lightly, like he can’t decide what he wants to hold. Like he wants to hold all of Steve.

Steve’s legs tighten around Eddie’s waist again, his ankles locking behind him, and he never wants to let him go, never wants this moment to end.

“There’s… There's something else,” Eddie says between kisses, his voice muffled against Steve’s mouth. “That you might like.”

“What?”

“You might hate it,” Eddie says, and he kisses Steve again before he can say anything else, hard and lingering.

“Wanna try,” Steve says when they part. “What is it?”

“Uhm.” Eddie’s eyes flicker across his face for a brief moment. “Some people like it when their partners… spit in their mouth.”

Steve blinks.

He’s struck first by the word partners. He’s never heard it like this, in this context. He thinks he likes it.

And then, of course, the spit thing.

It’s disgusting. Debauched. Depraved.

Part of Steve wonders how someone could ever come up with something like that, something so filthy, so unsanitary, and then another part of Steve wonders why he wants it so badly.

God, he wants it.

He nods.

“Yeah?” Eddie says softly, raising his eyebrows, looking vaguely surprised. Steve’s hands grip the front of Eddie’s hoodie, pulling him closer as he nods again.

“Please,” he says weakly, eyes flickering to Eddie’s mouth.

“Shit,” Eddie breathes. “Okay.”

He kisses Steve hard, holding the base of his head, tugging his hair, and then he pulls away enough to murmur a soft, “Tilt your head back for me.”

Steve does, his eyes fluttering for a moment, holding Eddie’s hoodie tightly, exhaling in an almost sigh as Eddie leans closer, hovering over him.

“Good boy,” Eddie murmurs softly. Steve hums. Lets his lips part.

Eddie touches his face. Runs his thumbs over his cheeks and across his lips like he’s analysing him. He looks into Steve’s eyes one more time, intent, checking, asking in silence if he’s sure, if he wants it, and Steve is ready to beg if he has to.

He doesn’t have to beg. Eddie said he would give him anything.

He holds Steve’s jaw as he spits slowly, and Steve shudders when it hits his tongue, letting his eyes fall shut. He opens them to look at Eddie as he closes his mouth.

“You don’t have to…”

Eddie trails off when he sees Steve already swallowing, his throat bobbing.

“Why wouldn’t I?” Steve asks, his voice rougher than before.

Eddie exhales

“…Fuck.”

He kisses Steve. Bites his lower lip and then sucks on it, and Steve furrows his eyebrows, clutching at him, desperate. And that feeling is back, that twisting in his stomach, that knowledge that he would let Eddie fucking consume him if he wanted to, if he asked.

It’s an odd feeling. He’s never felt it before. But he wouldn’t mind it, if Eddie wanted to gut him, to skin him. To rip him apart and pull him inside out.

A sound escapes Steve, and he buries his hands in Eddie’s hair, his fingers curling into fists around the strands. Eddie gasps and Steve takes it as an opportunity to slide his tongue messily into Eddie’s mouth. Eddie groans, wrapping his arms around Steve’s waist and holding him tightly.

They’re both breathless when they part, panting into each other’s mouths. Eddie pulls away enough to look at him, and Steve holds back a whine, not wanting to let him go too far.

“So precious,” Eddie says, still breathless, lifting a hand to touch his face, and he’s caressing him. Like he’s soft, like he’s pretty, like he deserves to be touched softly like this. “Sweet little lamb.”

Steve exhales, his face crumbling as his eyes burn with tears. Eddie kisses his cheek, kisses away the tears that fall, wipe the salt across Steve’s face with his lips. And Steve shivers, listening to the softly slick sounds of Eddie’s kisses across his cheeks and then over his jaw and under his ear. Steve’s head falls back and his hand crawls up to the back of Eddie’s head.

Eddie buries his face in Steve’s neck. Kisses him over and over and over, slowly and gently and tenderly.

It never would have occurred to Steve that someone could kiss his neck. He’s seen it happen in the hallways at school, his eyes lingering on the couples wrapped around each other, leaning against lockers, before he looks away, guilt eating at him for even seeing them. He never thought he’d be here.

Of course he never thought he’d be here.

Sitting on a counter with a beautiful boy kissing him so sweetly.

“Eddie,” Steve breathes.

“Yeah, baby,” Eddie mumbles against his neck, lips brushing his skin.

“Please.”

He doesn’t even know what he’s asking for, but Eddie seems to understand. He lifts his head, presses his hands into the small of his back, kisses him.

“C’mere,” he says into Steve’s mouth, pulling him to the edge of the counter and then lifting him off of it, arms tight and firm around him as Steve clutches at his hoodie.

“Where are we going?” he asks when Eddie pulls away so he can see. His voice is slurred a little bit, mumbly like he’s just woken up.

“Gonna lay you down,” Eddie says, carrying Steve out of the kitchen. “So I can spit in your mouth easier.”

A sound escapes Steve; a weak, pathetic sound that he tries to bite back unsuccessfully.

“Okay.”

Steve is laying on Eddie’s arm, chin tilted up to kiss him.

It’s lazy. His lips are sore from hours of kissing, but neither of them are stopping.

Eddie keeps murmuring into his mouth between kisses, speaking so softly Steve almost can’t hear him. But he can, and every word that finds its way between Steve’s lips makes him shiver, makes his stomach flutter.

That’s good.

There you go.

Sweet baby.

And he hums quietly, smoothly, dragging his fingers through Steve’s hair. The hums vibrate through Steve’s mouth, down his throat, right into his chest. It feels good.

Eddie shifts after a while, rolling on top of Steve, propping himself up on his forearm next to Steve’s head. Steve whines pitifully, his chest tightening, his blood rushing. He likes Eddie’s weight above him, pressing him into the bed, holding him down like he isn’t allowed to move. His hand falls to the side, weak, and Eddie’s hand slides down his arm to link their fingers, press their palms.

He pushes Steve’s hand into the mattress. Steve hums.

And then his eyes are burning again, and damn it, he’s tired of crying. He doesn’t know how he’s run out of tears.

He tries to ignore it as long as he can, but Eddie notices and pulls away enough to murmur to him.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Steve breathes, because there’s nothing wrong, why is he crying—

“What’s your color, Stevie?” Eddie asks softly, like he can feel the way Steve’s heart is suddenly pounding.

“I…” Steve pauses, holding Eddie’s hand tightly. He blinks his eyes open. His vision is blurred. “…Yellow.”

“Good boy,” Eddie says softly, and he slowly sits up, pulling Steve with him. Steve closes his eyes again. He doesn’t want to stop. He doesn’t want this to end. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know,” Steve says breathlessly, still holding Eddie’s hand, clutching at it.

“What are you feeling?”

Steve exhales. Thinks. Feels.

Eddie’s fingers laced with his. His lips sore from kissing, from Eddie sucking on and biting them. His head cloudy from the way Eddie talks to him.

“Feel good,” he says weakly.

He inhales sharply. Exhales. Inhales.

And then he’s breathing so fast his throat feels dry, and somewhere in the room Eddie is saying Whoa, whoa, whoa, and squeezing his hand. And Steve can’t see, can barely hear, can’t feel anything at all.

Baby.

Stevie, baby.

I’m right here.

Deep breath, sweetheart, you’re okay.

Breathe in.

Steve forces his eyes open and looks at Eddie’s blurry form. He’s in front of him, hair down, falling over his shoulders, and he looks so soft like this. Like Steve’s fingers would go right through him if he reached out to him. Like a ghost.

Steve’s hand tightens on Eddie’s, and he’s there.

“Eddie.”

“Hey, baby, I got you.”

Eddie slowly unblurs, and Steve looks at him desperately, like he’s about to fade from view. Eddie nods, rubbing the back of Steve’s hand.

“Breathe,” Eddie says softly. “Nice and slow, baby, you’re okay.”

“I’m sorry,” Steve gasps between breaths. Eddie clicks his tongue.

“You don’t have anything to be sorry for,” he says softly, squeezing Steve’s hand again, rubbing over his knuckles. “You did so good, Stevie.”

“But I—”

Eddie shushes him softly, touching his face, wiping away a tear Steve didn’t notice.

“You did,” he says gently, firmly. “You did so good, baby, using your safe words for me. So fuckin’ proud of you.”

Steve squeezes his eyes shut and leans forward, letting his head rest against Eddie’s. Eddie wraps his arms around him carefully, tentatively, and Steve melts against him, sighing, tucking his face into his neck. Eddie’s arms tighten around him.

“Okay?” he asks softly. Steve nods. “What happened?”

“I don’t know,” Steve says weakly. “I felt good, I— You didn’t do anything wrong, I— I liked everything, I don’t know what…”

He trails off, his throat tightening, and Eddie runs his hand over his spine.

“Steve?” he says quietly.

“Yeah.”

“Did… Did your parents give you that talk, when you hit puberty, about, like… your body tempting you and stuff?”

“…Yeah?” Steve says, and oh.

Eddie shifts, turning a little and nudging Steve so he lifts his head. He pauses, biting his lip and looking at Steve, scanning his face.

“You…” He hesitates again. “…You were raised to think that you… that you don’t deserve pleasure. That you don’t get to feel good.”

Steve’s eyes flicker.

And that’s it. Somehow Eddie figured it out from outside Steve’s head, realized what it was that consumed him so quickly, so abruptly.

Guilt. Shame. Steve thinks there are too many words for a feeling so ugly.

“Babe,” Eddie says softly, holding Steve’s chin, looking into his eyes intently. “You haven’t done anything wrong. You understand me?”

Steve looks at him. He can’t say anything.

“Steve,” Eddie whispers. “Do you understand me?”

He nods.

“Good,” Eddie says softly. He pushes Steve’s hair back and kisses his forehead. No one’s ever kissed his forehead before. The only touches it's ever received have been the gentle presses of priests’ thumbs, the smudging of ash against his skin. Somehow Eddie’s lips feel more holy.

“I…” He stammers silently for a moment, looking at Eddie desperately, wishing he could just think it, wishing Eddie could hear from his mind somehow. “…I like this,” he manages. Eddie blinks, listening. “I— I want this.”

Eddie smiles a little bit, nodding.

“And I don’t— I don’t want you to think I don’t want it,” Steve says anxiously. “It’s just—”

“I know,” Eddie whispers. He holds his cheek and Steve turns his face into his palm. “It’s not gonna be easy.”

“It is, though,” Steve says weakly, whispering. “I like you. So much. I just…”

“I know,” Eddie says again, and Steve can’t help but frown. “I get it, baby, you don’t— you don’t have to explain yourself.”

He caresses Steve’s face. Looks at him. Kisses his forehead again. He moves so their legs are wrapped around each other, so close their chests are almost touching, Steve’s hands hanging loosely between them. Eddie takes them and runs his fingertips across his knuckles gently before he lifts them to his lips and kisses them.

“You can take your time,” he says softly, still holding Steve’s hands like he’s about to lead him into a dance, looking into his eyes. “As long as you need. I’ll be right here.”

It makes Steve ache. He kisses Eddie, lowering their hands and tilting his head, and Eddie lets him. It’s a softer kiss than before, gentle and lingering, and they stay close when they part to breathe. Steve squeezes his eyes shut and presses his forehead to Eddie’s.

“I want you,” he breathes.

Eddie’s hands tighten on his, and he shifts so their noses nudge together.

“You have me.”

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pinkieroy · 9 months

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Me: *trying to think of something else*

My brain: *can I kiss you?*

#it happened #for real #critical role #cr spoilers #bells hells #imodna

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daddiesdrarryy · 8 months

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James: Ow, ow, ow!

Regulus: What happened?

James: I tried to let go of my anger and threw a rock into my foot!

Sirius: Then he got more angry and kicked the rock with his other foot.

Regulus: And what happened to you? Did you have a nosebleed?

Sirius: Oh, I laughed so hard, I burst a blood vessel in my nose. It’s fine!

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aliveinacoffin · 9 months

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Hating you as well

(And loving you so much more)

PT Uno, Part Two, Part Tres (you're HERE)

Part three of Hating you as well, where you and Aizawas feelings fester and grow now that Eri seems keen on pushing you two together

Tw!: Suggestive language, erm, i think thats it lmao

Fem!Reader, She/Her pronouns

The transition for Eri was an extremely strange one. First, it felt like living with a baby deer, no sudden movements and explicit information on what was going on. The knives had to be hidden, so as to not trigger Eri. You spent your lunch with her, and she was tossed around during the day, every free period a teacher had was spent with the girl.

It was one night a week into her living at the apartment that changed everything.

In your room, you and Aizawa separated your beds with a thick curtain, giving off a semblance of privacy. You had completely taken over the bathroom, makeup, your hair care, hair dryer, and other things cluttering the space up. You had also taken over the majority of his room, posters, papers and clothes littered the space. Still, you both slept in your separate beds, mostly avoiding each other in the room as much as possible.

Until Eri came into the room sniffling.

You both made a point to keep the door open, telling her she could come in at any time.

"H-hello?" She walked in, holding a stuffed cat, sniffing. You shot up out of bed, your bed giving you a perfect view of the door.

"Yes Eri?"

"Eri?" Aizawa got up, pulling back the curtain to look at her.

"Uhm…" She trailed off, standing still, she still wasn't used to voicing her opinions, afraid to ask for things.

"It's okay to use your big girl voice Eri, you're safe here." Aizawa crouched down, looking straight at her.

"Can I sleep with you? I had a nightmare." She looked down, tears gently pooling down her face. You sighed resting your head back onto your pillow.

"Of course." You heard shuffling, but it stopped. "Eri?" He asked, confused.

"Both of you, please?" That made you look up again, staring at the little girl. The hallway light made her look so fragile, and you looked up at Aizawa, who was just staring at you, dumbfounded, arms outstretched to her but frozen.

"Y-yeah, of course." Aizawa just stared, shocked.

"Thank you." Her voice was small, and immediately she went to your bed, and you shifted to the wall and allowed her to crawl in. She peeked over, looking at Aizawa. "Are you gonna join us?"

Aizawa just looked at you, but slowly crawled over. He tried to lay over the blankets, but Eri refused, forcing him to get under the blankets as well. She laid directly in the middle forcing you against the wall and Aizawa hanging over the edge. Her breathing slowed, and she fell into a restful sleep.

Your eyes drifted away from her and up to him, watching him watching you.

A small smirk crawled over your face, "This is inappropriate y'know." You whispered.

He shook his head, deadpanned. "This is for her."

Your smile dropped, as did your eyes. "I know."

"I-" He started, and he grabbed your attention. You watched him again, and he just sighed and rolled on his back. "Get some sleep, we have work tomorrow."

"Right."

When did things become so unfamiliar again?

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The weeks stretched on like that, you working Eri in any way you could, Aizawa keeping watch of her quirk, and her getting used to this new life. Every day you both were mandated to make a report out to the Hero Commission, warned that any sight of trouble she'd immediately be sent back to the hospital.

"Have you filled out the report yet?" Aizawa asked, stirring whatever was for dinner. You looked up at him through your pile of tests. Shaking your head.

"Not yet, I'm behind. I'm trying to catch up before I do." Eri was currently in her room, having a really hard day.

Aizawa sighed heavily. “You need to get it done before ten. Today.”

“I know. But I’m weeks behind on grading, I have time.” You scratched your head, normal pen in your head as you scratched off right and wrong answers.

“Do you? It’s a large report, even if you start now you’ll barely get it done before it’s done.” You turned back at him, silent anger washing into your body. Your eyes flashed to Eri’s open door, remembering to keep your voice down.

“Will you stay out? I’m a grown adult, I’m not your student.” You whispered, voice filled with venom.

“If we fail to even turn in one, the commission will take her away. Do you want her to deal with the added trauma of that?” He shot back, voice also a whisper.

“And I’ll fucking do it, Jesus Christ, if I fall any further behind Nedzu will reprimand me for it. I’m nearly a month behind.” You were now clutching the back of the couch, furiously whisper shouting at the man.

“Watch your mouth, you need to keep your language under control.”

That made you break. You snatched up your papers and got up, storming past him. Eri decided to walk out right at that moment and looked at you terrified. Your anger waned, and you smiled at her, getting down on her level.

“Hey babe, you feeling better?” You didn’t reach out to her, instead, you gave her space.

“Mhm…are you mad?” She tilted her chin down, looking scared all over again.

“No honey, now that I see you’re cute face, I’m all better.” You smiled brightly, hiding the touches of anger that were still left.

“But you were?” She prodded again.

“Yes, a little, but it was nothing you did. Between you and me,” You leaned forward, cupping one hand over your mouth. She stared at you, and you waved her closer. She did, rather hesitantly, and you whispered in her ear. “Mr. Aizawa is a big grumpypants.” Her eyes widened slightly at that, looking at said grumpypants. You leaned back, knees groaning at the movement. “And I just need a little break, like you do.” You nodded. “But I’m not mad anymore, and you did nothing wrong pretty girl.” You slightly booped her nose, standing straight up to disappear to your half of the room.

You quickly finished up the last of your appears, and sped through Eri's report. You opened the notes section, checking the time, it was nine-thirty, suck that Aizawa.

:Regressed today, and spent most of the day in her room. When we checked in on her, the sight of us in the doorway startled her, so we gave her space, calling for her from farther in the house so as to not upset her. Lost control for five seconds, but was quickly shut down by Aizawa, and soothed by me. Came out on her own for dinner.

You were still working when Aizawa crept back in the room, no words were exchanged between you two. When Eri came in for nightly cuddles, you worked at the foot of the bed, feeling two pairs of eyes watching you.

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The next morning was silent, Eri’s wide red eyes constantly bounced between you and Aizawa.

He was eating breakfast hunched over the kitchen counter, scrolling through the hero network, while you tiredly worked through your schoolwork on the table, barely touching your food.

“Are you two…mad at me?” She asked suddenly, breaking the tense silence.

That got both of your attention, both of you flying to her side.

“Of course not sweety, why would you say that?” You asked, rubbing her back in soothing motions.

“L-last night, yo-you didn’t sleep with us,” She looked at you, and guilt ate at you, she turned to Aizawa, “And you’re not eating breakfast with us.” She sniffled.

“Eri-”

“Honey-”

You both spoke over each other, and you looked up at Aizawa. Before when you had your spats you were able to just fight it out, now you had to sleep in the same bed and pretend everything was fine for the sake of Eri.

“We’re sorry, we never meant to make you worry.” Aizawa reassured. “We’re not mad at you at all, you did nothing wrong.”

“Yeah, you’re okay, I promise. It’s just..adults are weird.” You settled on that, and Aizawa just looked at you. “We’re being silly, that’s all.”

“Promise?” She asked, holding her stuffed animal tighter.

“I pinky promise! The best promise there is.” You smiled, wiping away stray tears on her face. She gave a tiny smile, and leaned into your lap, resuming to eat. Aizawa made a move to get up, and she quickly looked at him. The man froze, and sat back down, now realizing you both were stuck here.

Mirio dropped by after breakfast, right on time as usual. He had Aizawa and you on speed dial, under specific instructions to call Aizawa first if anything went wrong, or felt like Eri could be in any type of trouble.

You both walked out, tense air in the elevator. Neither of you said anything, while the elevator dinged down, the silence stretching as you walked to your classrooms. You knew Aizawa would go to the teacher's lounge usually late to his own class anyway, whereas you were often early to yours.

On the walk to the school, he was the first to break the silence.

"Last night…" He started, hiding his face in his scarf. You looked at him, both of your eyebags apparent. It had been a hard month, the first few weeks both of you were working on making the home ready for Eri, and the last half you spent with said girl. But the violence around you and Aizawa grew, each of you taking your frustrations out on one another, but you couldn't say the things you needed to, fight it out like you used to.

"Yeah?" You started, somewhat hopeful you could start an emotional conversation, instead of just pretending like nothing was happening between you two.

Aizawa was lost for words for a moment, and you two stopped right in front of the doorway. His eyes were filled with conflicting emotions, but he settled on one, a familiar one.

"It can't happen again, you need to be there for Eri, as do I." That cold tone was back, the anger. Why did you expect anything different?

"Right, sure. See you at the house." You walked away, trying to fight off tears.

You left him there, regret filling his being. Because the truth was? He never had been angry with you, he was just always angry at himself, and you were always there.

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“I’m spending the night at Snipe's house.” You said over lunch, looking at the papers scattered around the table.

“What?” Aizawa snapped his head up at you, and Eri looked up at you with wide eyes.

“You-” Your eyes flashed to Eri, and the bitter response that rested on the tip of your tongue fizzled out and died. “I’m just going to spend the night a floor above us.” I’ll still be here.

“Why?” Aizawa held no effort to hold back his anger.

You shrugged, putting food in your mouth. “Just ‘cause.”

“No.”

“No? I wasn’t asking, I was telling you Aizawa.” Your voice was cold, and Eri looked terrified between you two.

“And I’m telling you, you can’t go.” His voice was as cold as yours, ice filled the room.

“Well, why not?” You decided to humor him, because why in the fuck did this man get to dictate your life?

“Because….Eri needs you here.” Because I need you here.

You took a deep breath, he didn’t get to use Eri like that. You turned to her, “What do you think sweet girl? Is it okay if I spend the night at another person's house?” Another man's house.

She was lost for words for a moment looking between you two. “Uhm, I-I-” Her breathing quickened, both of you rushing to her side. She clutched onto Aizawa’s black shirt, and you both realized you had placed her right in the middle of your fight.

“Oh sweetie I’m sorry, I’m sorry we upset you.” You kept your hands to yourself, looking up at her from her spot on the chair.

“It’s alright, we’re sorry hunny.” Aizawa mumbled from his spot, softly rubbing a hand on her head.

After a moment of you two just mumbling apologizes and praises, she calmed down enough to answer.

She nodded her head, looking at you through her wet eyelashes. “It’s…it’s okay.”

That shocked the both of you, you expected her to ask you to stay.

“A-are you sure? It’s okay if you say no, you’re opinion matters and I will listen to what you want.” You reassured, voice soft but firm to show you meant what you said.

“Absolutely, we won’t get mad, and you can voice your feelings.” Aizawa doubled down, still holding her.

“I-I’m sure, Mirio comes over and hangs out, and Mr. Snipe is nice. I’ll be okay.” Her voice was small, and she refused to make eye contact with you while she spoke, but her words made you melt. She wanted you to hang out with your friends as well.

“Okay, thank you babe.” You smiled, whispering. She weakly held her arms out, and you picked her up, wrapping her in a tight hug and spun. She squealed, but even when you stopped she held onto you. Looking over to Aizawa, you saw conflict behind his eyes. Good, dumbass.

Later, when you went back to your classes you texted to confirm things with Snipe.

Off Brand Cowboy 🤠🐎: Great, see you then ;)

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“Just call me if you need anything, alright?” You said, accepting the clothes that Eri handed you. She had insisted on helping you pack, even if you were just bringing over a backpack with your nightly routine, a charger, papers, and pajamas.

“Okay.” The little girl nodded. Over the month that she had escaped the terrible grips of Kai Chisaki, she had slowly but surely gotten better. Some days were hard for her, but she will have those days for the rest of her life. Maybe one day the image of the bird mask that haunted her will be nothing but a nightmare when she’s older, but for now, it was as if he still lived in the shadows. She was getting better at voicing her opinions, saying no when needed, and getting better at adjusting to normal life, of course, lunch was not a test of that. Arguing seemed to upset her in a muted way, and you questioned whether or not it was because she thought the anger would be turned to her. Her therapist seemed to think so, asking you two to keep your words kind and positive. Show her what healthy and normal relationships look like. You’d have to make it up to her later.

You stopped shoving things in the black backpack, you looked up at her, softly grabbing her hand.

“I’m being serious, if you just want cuddles, just call me and I’ll be right there.” You made unbroken eye contact with her, while she stared back.

“Promise?” She asked, voice a whisper.

You smiled, and stood up straight.

“Cross my heart, hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye.” You put your hand on your heart, then spread your arms out like wings, and finished off the phrase by sticking your palm flat on your eye. You decided to rip the phrase off My Little Pony, agreeing with Aizawa that the real phrase was too dark for Eri. She gave a small, closed-mouth smile, and jumped up to give you a hug. You laughed, holding her tightly. She pulled her head back and looked at you.

“Thank you, Ms. I’ll be okay.” She sounded so confident, like she was willing herself to be okay for you.

“Okay, sweet girl.” You put her down and zipped up your back. Slinging it over your shoulder you walked out of the room, with little Eri hot on your heels. You picked up your laptop on your way out, but you stopped at the doorway. Eri right behind you, and Aizawa leaning at the end of the entryway. You crouched down again, holding her tight.

“It’s just for one night, and I’ll be right upstairs, alright.” She nodded in your grasp. “And you can call me whenever you want, okay?” Another nod. You pulled back and pressed your forehead on hers. “Early goodnight, alright?”

“Goodnight.” She hugged you again, and you stood up, staring at Aizawa.

“Don’t do anything you’ll regret in the morning.” Since lunch, he had been icy with you, hardly responding to texts, and if he did, they were short and dry. And when you both got home he acted as if you were a ghost, walking past you without even a passing glance. “And remember to fill out the report.”

“Thanks.” You looked down again, smiling while you ruffled her hair, mindful of her horn. “I’ll be back.” You left them standing in the same spot, closing the door quietly on them. The ride up was short, obviously, and you knocked on Snipe’s door. He opened it, wearing nothing but a tight grey tank top and short basketball shorts.

“Hope the ride up wasn’t too bad.” He joked, letting you pass.

“Oh, it was awful.” You sighed, throwing your backpack on the floor, and basically threw your laptop on his table. You flopped on his couch, sighing heavily while lying on your face. He let out a loud laugh, warm and inviting. He sat down beside your head, throwing his arm over the couch while he clicked the TV on.

“Wanna watch something? The new Batman movie came out a while back, and I haven’t found the time to watch it.” You looked up at him, chin resting on the couch.

“Thanks, but no thanks.” You sighed, getting up to grab your backpack and laptop. “I’ve got work to do.” You popped your fingers, putting your hair up to get started.

“Now? It’s eight, and I thought you managed to get all your missing assignments done?” Snipe asked curiously, looking over at you.

“I did, it’s just one more thing I gotta do.” You shrugged, it usually takes an hour or two to fill out Eri's reports, having to write down every person she came into contact with, what she ate, how you dealt and interacted with her throughout the day, etc. Just loads of little things that you had to be hyper-specific about.

“Oh, alright.” He shrugged, putting on the movie anyway.

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You finished the report and had a light dinner with the man on the couch. Now you two were just sitting, watching a random comedy he had chosen. There was some space between you, enough for it to be respectable but not enough for it to be totally friendly. You were completely entrapped by the movie, smiling at whatever funny bit came on.

But Snipe wasn’t.

Unknowing to you, he was calculating the best way to make a move on you.

He decided to fully rest his arm on you, sliding it down from the back of the couch to your shoulders. You looked over at him but said nothing about his movements. He took that as a way for him to keep going, hand slowly sliding down your arm to rest at your hip, squeezing at the fat there. You fully looked over at him, making unbreaking eye contact with the dark man, his own watching you. Snipe slowly leaned over, getting in your face, coming to brush noses with you. You made no move to stop him, but you didn’t lean into him either. His lips brushed against yours, both of his hands coming to rest on your hips. Your hands went to his large chest, he was warm, sure, but it was wrong. Not the kind to keep you warm during a snow day, or the kind to hold you during rainy nights, he was just warm.

Snipe sighed, head flopping down to your chest.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, confused by his sudden sound of defeat.

He looked up at you, a bittersweet smile on his lips. “Why’d you come over?”

You shrugged, slightly shaking your head as you tried to format a response. “I just needed a break, Aizawa-” You rolled your eyes, laughing slightly as you said his name.

“You’re in love with him, aren’t you?’” Snipe cut you off, completely catching you off guard.

“What?” You were frozen on the spot, all emotions you had were replaced by the feeling of what.

“Every time you talk about him, no matter how mad you are, you always smile. You find a way to bring him into every conversation like he’s the only thing on your mind, and no one just agrees to watch over a child with someone they don’t love. Even now, you were thinking about him, weren’t you?” Snipe sat up, letting go to rest his elbow on the couch, tilting his head and setting in on his fist. You were frozen to the spot, lost for words while you processed his.

Was that true? Even if he did piss you off, you did feel yourself smiling slightly with his name on your tongue, and it was hard not to talk about him when he just ticked you off every day. Rasing Eri was just a given, she needed more than just one support system to help her. There was no way…was there?

“I…I don’t know.” You whispered because you didn’t. Or maybe…

“You do, you just don’t want to.” He sighed, getting up. You scrambled to look over the couch, watching him with worried eyes as he opened his closet.

“I’m sorry.” He came back holding a thick blanket.

“There’s no need. I’m gonna head to bed, alright?” Snipe turned around, putting his dreads up in a ponytail.

“Alright.” He turned off the lights, leaving only the TV light on. You sat, stumped over what he had said. You couldn’t fall asleep that night, feeling too cold and lonely to do so comfortably. And horrifyingly you realized, you missed him.

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Somewhere downstairs…

“Eri, it’s alright, your okay.” Aizawa’s eyes burned, trying and failing to soothe the crying girl. She was ignoring him as she sobbed pitifully.

Earlier after dinner, she had tried to help with cleaning the dishes, but she had dropped his favorite mug and had burst into tears when had cried out. That took forever to calm her down, as he wasn’t usually the one to comfort her over things like this. Then, when it was time for a bath, she wanted to do it by herself, which he respected. He waited and waited, and waited for her to come out, but after thirty minutes of pure silence, he politely asked to come in. When he got permission to do so, Aizawa found bubbles absolutely everywhere, overflowing the tub. Eri was dumping a whole bottle of conditioner on her head, and when Aizawa sternly told her no, she panicked and dropped it on her head, splattering it everywhere. That mess took two hours to clean up, having to calm her down and fix the bathroom up. Getting her to bed was another issue, she didn’t want to wear any of the pajamas, they were either too pink or too long, and some were too short, or not enough pink.

In times like these he was somewhat glad she was able to act like a fussy six-year-old, but it also reminded him he didn’t have the patience or energy to do so.

She was practically falling asleep when she walked out of her room, eyes drooping while she stumbled around. Finally, finally, she fell asleep, far past her bedtime. Still, even if he was just so tired, he couldn’t fall asleep. He had exhausted his quirk, his body ached with years of use, and he himself was just exhausted. But he couldn’t just close his damned eyes, couldn’t rest his mind fully.

Aizawa felt guilty for earlier, not just because he had upset Eri over lunch, but because he had upset you. He didn’t mean to say no to you, but the words tumbled out of his mouth before he could stop them, just like always. Aizawa knew Snipe's intentions with you were less than pure, and whenever he saw you two talking he couldn’t help the flame of anger that rose in his chest, that feeling of jealousy. It made him embarrassed and scared because he never gave a fuck about the sex lives, or even just the regular lives of others, but when it came to you, he just couldn’t help it. The whole night he had tried to emulate what you could do, but he otherwise failed or did it too awkwardly, unable to replicate your soothing motions and kind voice. Eri had also refused to sleep in his bed, instead, she made them sleep in yours. It only made his heart ache more, as he stared at the empty spot where you would be.

Aizawa accepted the fact that he missed you, and that he needed you by his side.

But he had known that this whole time, he was just so afraid that you’d get tired of him, fed up with him, or maybe that he’d lose you. Aizawa Shouta was no stranger to loss, but he knew, deep inside him, that if he ever lost you, it would be his last straw.

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The next morning was slightly awkward with you and Snipe, but not unbearably so. Something that would pass in a day or two. For now, you made small talk.

“You excited about the school festival?” Snipe asked over breakfast, drinking a Red Bull. This was wrong, the smell of coffee and dark clothes were missing.

“School festival? What the hell is that?” It felt nice to curse again.

“You don’t know? It’s like the sports festival but for the rest of the school.” He snorted, eating a banana. That was also wrong, you didn’t hear the ding of toast or the sizzling of eggs.

“Oh, so what do they do?” You questioned, still slightly confused.

“Whatever they want, the hero commission is sticking their dirty noses in it, so whatever event the kids wanna do have to be approved, but mostly whatever.” He wiped his hands, leaving dirty crumbs all over the floor.

“I guess I must’ve missed all that talk, I’ve been busy with Eri lately.” You shrugged, getting up to pack your stuff.

“Yeah, it’s coming up pretty soon. Maybe you should take her?” Snipe suggested, walking you out. You were by the door, putting your shoes back on while he held it open for you.

“Hey, that’s not a bad idea!” You nodded. “Well, thanks for letting me stay the night. And…sorry about all of that.” You looked away, embarrassed. He waved his hand in dismissal.

“No hard feelings, just do everyone a favor and get together already. You two are all anyone talks about.”

“Wait what?-” Your eyes widened, mouth dropping in horror.

“Okay, thanks m’byeee!” He cut you off, shoving you out the door before you could get another word out. You stared blinking at the elevator, unmoving.

“Stop gossiping about us!” You shouted out loud, to no one in particular.

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When you came back home, Eri immediately hugged you, her grip was tight.

“Woah pretty girl, is everything alright?” Worry filled you, but she just shook her head.

“I missed you!” Her yell was muffled, still holding onto your legs.

You laughed, bending down to fully hug her back. She turned her head to you, whispering in your ear.

“And so did Mr. Aizawa.” Your eyes widened at that, and your eyes flashed to said man. His eyes widened, flustered that he was caught staring at you two. And he had been smiling. He turned around, ears red.

You turned back to Eri, a light blush scattering your face. “How do you know?” You whispered back.

“He had a hard time without you, and he couldn’t sleep.” She admitted, eyes wide.

“He did?” She nodded dutifully like she was telling you the biggest secret in the world. It honestly felt like it, knowing the kind of man Aizawa was. “I guess I’ll have to have to stay with you guys, huh?”

“Yes!” She jumped up, sitting down on the table to continue whatever she had been doing. You stood at the entryway for a moment, and Aizawa seemed to be really invested in making sure the dishes were extra clean.

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“Aizawa-”

“Hey-”

Both you and Aizawa started at the same time, cutting each other off. You laughed, and he just smiled.

“You go first.” You egged him on, watching his face disappear in his scarf.

“I’m..sorry. For putting so much pressure on you. I know all of this hasn’t been easy, and I haven’t been the most… cooperative to be with. So I apologize.” He looked forward, not making eye contact with you.

“It’s alright, I know it’s been hard on all of us. Just don’t shut me out.” That made him look at you, and he stopped. You stopped with him, standing in the middle of the courtyard. “You said we would do this together, and I can’t do it if you shut me out. You don’t have to hide from me.” Your words were true, your voice full of that softness that made Aizawa’s strong will melt away.

“I’ll try. I promise I’ll try. I can’t do this without you, and if I’m going to be honest, I don’t think I’d want to.”

This was that familiarity you craved. Soft words that meant so much, admissions of feelings without actually outright saying what they meant. Now you couldn’t just fight out your feelings, you had to talk about them. For Eri, for each other. It was new and heart racing, it made your hands clammy and it made Aizawa soft inside. How long could you two go before one of you broke down and confessed?

Who knows, and for now it didn’t matter. All that mattered was being better for Eri. Even if that wasn’t the whole truth.

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The week flew by, and both you and Aizawa were in a better mood. The distance between all of you when sleeping grew shorter and shorter, until it came to a point when all of you just held each other. Aizawa’s arm stretched too far, wrapping around your waist while he held Eri. Yours did as well, rubbing his back to soothe away the stresses of the day. Breakfasts’ were far too friendly too, he sat maybe a little closer than he should to you, and you ate food off his plate far too much. Even lunches and breaks you spent together, legs brushing together while you ranted about whatever his students got up to, and he would listen closely, laughing quietly at their antics.

Hizashi leaned over to Nemuri, the pair watching you two closely.

“You think they finally got together?” He asked, actually managing to keep his voice down.

She watched you both for a minute, pursing her lips. “Nah, not yet. Give it more time.” She shook her head, tapping three fingers on her mouth.

“How much more?” The blonde groaned, throwing his head back.

“Pshh, three/four months?” Nemuri tilted her head side to side, unsure herself.

You burst out laughing at something Aizawa said, that look of adoration filled Aizawa's eyes.

“Nah, make it two.”

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The day of the festival finally arrived, and you were frazzled. Trying to find just the right outfit for Eri, while also trying to pick an outfit for yourself. Should she wear shorts? No, it's too cold for her. Pants? No she doesn't like them. Leggings? Too thin, unless she wants those thick ones, why didn't you buy the thick ones?!

"Ms. Can I wear this dress?" Eri was holding up an adorable red dress, with a white collar and frilly sleeves.

"You sure? It's kinda chilly out." You rubbed your arms to emphasize that, she nodded, determined.

"Mhm! I'll wear leg warmers and ear muffs!"

"Well, maybe it's not cold enough for ear muffs, but let's get you some leg warmers, alright?" You turned around to shuffle in her dresser, trying to find that specific white pair you bought a while back.

Aizawa walked in, holding a puke green sweater.

"Eri, why don't you wear this to the festival?" He held up the sweater, an ugly cat with bright pink lettering on the front. Both of you just stared at him.

"Uhm, I would but Ms. already picked an outfit for me." She pointed at you going through her drawer, red dress on your arm and leg warmers in your hand. That little shit.

Aizawa looked over to you, still holding up the jacket.

"Why doesn't she wear this instead? Or she could wear the sweater over it?" He offered, very adamant she wears the damn thing.

You grimaced, a painful smile growing on your face.

"No offense, but that's the ugliest sweater I've ever seen. So no." You shook your head, and you watched him deflate a little.

"I thought it was cute." He mumbled, holding it close to his chest while he walked out.

"Mr. Zawa, don't be sad!" Eri chased after him, arms flailing as she ran to him. You smiled and rolled your eyes, he's such a drama queen.

"Eri, come one you have to get ready honey!" You called out after picking everything you needed for her to wear. Walking out to the living room, she was rubbing his back while he stared at the jacket.

"Even Hizashi called it ugly, but I thought the kitty was cute." Aizawa was resting his head between interlocked hands, staring at the same sweater like it was a child he lost so long ago. A deep sadness in his eyes.

"And it is cute, I just uhm, don't wanna wear it right now. Maybe in one hour, but not now." Eri reassured, more just patting his back now. In Eri speak, one hour meant never, little brain too young to comprehend what one hour actually meant. Time was a fickle thing, something that escaped us so easily, and a concept to abstract for the pure mind of a child.

But for now, you just rolled your eyes. There's no way he thought that was cute.

"Eri sweetheart, you need to get dressed. We have to leave in an hour and none of us are even in clothes." You called out again, voice soft but stern. Her red eyes lifted, and she turned around.

"Okay! Wait for me please!" She asked, taking all the clothes out from your hands. She rushed to the bedroom, as if the moment she left as would you two.

Now that she was gone, you sat at the table with the brooding man, who was still just staring at the piece of clothing.

"Is it really that ugly?" He wasn't looking at you, and he couldn't see your very annoyed face.

"Yes, yes it is. But, you tried, and that's all that matters." You grabbed his forearm and squeezed. "Now we also need to get dressed, because you take forever to get ready."

That made him look at you, an annoyed look on his face.

"No I do not. You do, picking out an outfit takes an hour alone." He pointed to you.

"What?! Nuh uh, you fall asleep halfway putting your clothes on, and it takes you forever to wake back up!" You argued back, sitting up straight to point an accusing finger at him.

"I'm actually a very light sleeper, I just willfully ignore you." He admitted, face devoid of any shame or regret.

"You dick!" You smiled, pushing his shoulder. "I thought you slept like the dead. Instead, you just look dead." You teased, no bite in your tone.

"Ha ha, don't act like you don't find me attractive." Aizawa quipped back, dark eyes staring at you. That made you sputter, face heating up in a blush.

"Shut up!"

"Good response." He chuckled, and you both turned back into the hallway. Eri looked at you two, then looked in between you. You both followed her eyesight, and froze when you both realized you were holding hands. You hadn't even noticed it, you must've missed the feeling of his thumb running across your knuckles, and he missed your hand enveloped in his. You both immediately pulled away, standing up.

"I've got to go get ready-" You started, pointing to the bedroom.

"Yes, I should get dressed-" He shuffled, looking everywhere but you.

"Yup! Let's…get dressed!" Your voice was a bit higher than normal. You both stood there staring at each other, before you both bolted to your shared bedroom.

Eri stood there, before she walked up to the table and grabbed your phone. Unlocking it easily, she went to the secret group chat she had with your other teachers, spilling the tea willingly.

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"I swear to God Aizawa, I'll punt your kid." You growled, holding Eri's hand while you walked through the crowd of students and parents. Eri was too fascinated by everything around her to care what you two were talking about.

"I know, I apologize for his behavior. He's not usually this abhorrent." He sighed, free hand coming up to pinch his nose.

"From what I heard, that was tame." You looked over to him, giving him a look. He sighed and shook his head. Aizawa looked up again, making direct eye contact with a tired purple-haired boy.

"Let's go this way, I'd like to introduce you two to someone." He nodded his head in the direction of the student, and you looked at the grown man wearily.

"This is Hitoshi Shinso, a student from the general course." Said boy bowed respectfully, body stiff and uncomfortable.

"Hello Shinso, it's nice to meet you." You bowed your head, looking around the rather bland stall. They were serving candy apples, nothing more and nothing less.

"It's nice to finally meet you." He said, tired eyes looking between all of you. That stopped you, and you made a confused face.

"'Finally meet me?' What does that mean?" Eri wiggled out of yours and Aizawa's hands, shyly going forward to ask one of the students working at the stall for a taste. Aizawa stood still, eyes going wide.

"Well, Aizawa-sensei talks about you frequently-" The purple-haired boy looked confused for a moment, looking between you and the slightly panicking man.

"Because we used to spar together. Shinso wants to join the hero course, so I've been training him since the sports festival." Aizawa cut him off, looking at him to shut the fuck up.

"Oh, I kinda wondered where you were sometimes. Makes sense." You shrugged, brushing off the weird behavior. You looked back at the boy, giving him a smile. "I hope you make it, if Aizawa takes the time out of his day to help you out, I'm sure you've got talent."

That made his droopy eyes widen a little, seemingly caught off guard by the compliment. He flustered, bowing again.

"I'll try my best."

"I love these! Mr. Zawa! Ms.! Mr. Shinso, you have to try it!" Eri came bounding back to you three, holding up a bitten into candy apple and shoving it in your directions. Aizawa and Shinso looked disgusted, but you bent down to take a bite, humming happily.

"Mmm, tasty!" You smiled, and she beamed. Aizawa seemed hesitant, but the look on her face melted away his will. He took his turn, taking a small bite on an untouched place on the sweet. He hummed as well, his small smile a little bit more forced than yours. He was never a man for sweets.

Shinso just stood on the spot, looking between you with a look that said you can't be serious. You motioned for him to take a bite.

"It's really good." You egged, trying to at least get him to try. He grimaced but leaned down to take the world's smallest bite. He smiled shakily.

"Mmm, so good." He covered his mouth while he chewed, trying to hide his pure disgust. It's not that he didn't like sweets, but asking him to share food with two grown adults and a sticky child? His worst nightmare, honestly.

Eri just smiled, so happy she found something she enjoyed all by herself, and of her own free will. She grabbed your hand, eating it happily while looking for something else to do.

"It was nice to meet you Shinso." You nodded, but Eri got your attention once more.

"They're serving ice cream, can we get some? Please?" She was already tugging you away, and you waved goodbye.

"I'll be right there." Aizawa waved goodbye, sticking around his protégé's stall.

"She's just as you described her." Shinso admitted, unwillingly swallowing his bite. There was no malice in his tone, in fact, there was a tone of wonder. He wished he could have someone like you in his life.

"Yeah." Aizawa smiled softly, watching you eat the ice cream with Eri. His will to keep you away at arm's length slipped away by the second, because to do so pained him, made him realize how lonely he'd been without you. "She is."

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"The show's gonna start soon." You reminded Aizawa, who was trying not to itch away his kitty face painting. You ignored your dog face paint.

"C'mon Mr. Zawa! I wanna see Deku and his classmates!" Eri was pulling you two by the sleeves, her dragon face screwed up with the effort.

"I'm-hold on you two." He grunted, pulling his lips in and making a somewhat apologetic face at the Gen Ed student, who was busy drawing a caricature of the three of you. "I'm sorry, they're animals."

They chuckled nervously, painting the final touches to their drawing. They handed the drawing over, and Aizawa allowed himself to be pulled away.

"Don't either of you even want to see it?" He asked, a little surprised that you two didn't even take a peak.

"No! We're gonna miss the opening!" You huffed, and Eri agreed. He sighed but followed your lead.

You entered the main building, where he could see his students preparing to go on stage, Hizashi joined them from the back, skipping his patrol to watch his beloved students as well. Eri had climbed up on your shoulders, bouncing happily while she searched for Midoriya.

"What'cha got there dude?" He pointed a finger to the rolled-up paper, Aizawa just threw it to his chest, too focused on his kids to care what he said. Hizashi opened it up, giggling when he saw the drawing. The student had made you and Aizawa a couple, you kissing his cheek while he looked grumpily at Eri, who was staring at both of you with gigantic eyes. It was cute, and Hizashi snapped a quick picture before handing it back.

But Aizawa wasn't looking at him, or the students. He was looking at you two. Pure adoration filled his eyes, a real genuine smile on his face.

Yeah, give them a month.

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"Are you sure?" You looked over Eri with worry, holding the thick weighted blanket over her.

She nodded again. "I had a good day! I'm supposed to be a big girl, I can sleep by myself."

"Okay, we'll leave all the doors open if you have a nightmare, alright?"

"Okay, and will you read me a story, and leave my nightlight on?"

"Yes, of course." Aizawa nodded from the foot of the bed, already having a book out.

"Okay, taco or burrito?" You asked, looking at her mischievously. She gave you a confused look, mulling it over for a moment.

"Burrito?" She looked unsure, but otherwise trusting.

"Alright, first I laid down the tortilla." You flattened the sheets around her, then flattened her. She giggled when you went over her face. "Then I gotta put down some rice." You tickled her sides, and she squirmed, squealing. "Then I gotta put in meat." You grabbed all her favorite stuffed animals, putting them by her side. "And some lettuce." You gently brushed a finger using up motions on her nose, watching her eyes fluttering with the soft movement. "And I would put beans but I don't like beans, yucky." You made a face. "Then I gotta wrap it all up." You tucked her into the blanket tight, but not too tight. Picking her up slightly to get it under her. "Story?"

"Yes please." She whispered tiredly, eyes half closed. Aizawa scooted up, coming over to lay on the side by the wall, opposite of you. He opened the book, new spine cracking.

"Once there was a fluffy bunny…."

She fell asleep halfway through, her soft little snores filling the room. You both slowly crawled out of bed, and you made sure to plug in her star night light. You got up slowly, trying to creep backward before you tripped over a loose toy. You flailed back, but strong arms caught you before you could fall. You both sighed in relief and continued your crawl outside.

You left her bedroom door open and yours, both of you slipping out of normal clothes and putting on pajamas. You both did your nightly routine, you brushed your teeth together tiredly, washed your faces together, you made him start to do skin care and other menial things. When you both separated, mumbling goodnight, you shut the lights off.

There was silence, not a sound from the outside world disturbed the two of you. But you couldn't just fall asleep.

"...Aizawa?" You whispered very very quietly, if he was asleep it'd be too quiet for him to hear, but if he was awake….

"...yeah?" His voice was quiet as well. So he was awake.

"Can't sleep?" You looked over to his side of the room, your view blocked by the hideous blue curtain.

"No."

There was a beat of silence, and you mulled over your words. In the same quiet voice you used the first time, just in case he denied you could pretend it never happened.

"...do you wanna cuddle?"

Another pause.

"...yeah." You slowly got out of bed, and padded to his side of the room. Without a word, he scooted over, lifting the sheets for you to crawl under.

There was space between you two, you stared at him with wide eyes and he stared at you with red ears. You scooted closer, and he lifted his arm, inviting you in. Without a word, you scooted under his arms, wrapping your legs around his hips. In turn, he tucked your head under his chin, holding your back tightly, rubbing small circles into your back.

His heartbeat was fast and erratic, and his fast breathing betrayed his cool face. But you just closed your eyes, focusing on his heart. The heart that unknowingly belonged to you, and only you.

You both fell asleep like that, Eri hadn't come in to disturb you two. Neither of you had shifted away from each other in the morning, basking in each other's warmth knowing full well the other was awake.

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The next month flew by, and Eri grew more confident in herself, sleeping more often than not by herself. The commission still demanded daily reports, but there wasn't much to report.

Both you and Aizawa continued with your unspoken closeness, sleeping I'm his bed and doing your daily routine together.

When Endeavor had that big fight with the Nomu, you all went over to support Shoto, watching the fight with him. And for once in the few months that you had known the boy, he was terrified. All of you ignored the tears that he spilled. Regretting what you had said in the comfort of your own home during the billboard charts.

"Is Shoto going to be okay?" Eri asked later that day in the comfort in your arms. Your head was leaning against Aizawa's chest, his steady breathing comforted you.

"Yeah, he'll be alright, he's strong." You rubbed her head, mindful of her steadily growing horn. You and Aizawa decided you would wait until asking her to practice her quirk. Maybe someday in the future, she could help Togata?

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"So they finally got their hero license?" You teased, sipping a cup of hot cocoa. Little marshmallows in your cup. Eri happily sipped at hers, getting the drink all over her face.

"Yes, and less than an hour later they used it. They're going to drive me into an early grave." He chuckled.

"Well, did they do a good job?" You asked, wiping at Eri's face. She squirmed, trying to pull her head away from you.

"Sure, but they made a he-ck of a mess. Plus, we had to teach them how to act in interviews." Eri eyed him pointedly when she heard a curse on his lips, and Aizawa quickly corrected himself. He didn't have any change on him to put in the swear jar.

You laughed, almost spitting out the liquid in your mouth. "I saw the interview! God, they're such problem children!"

He shook his head. "Don't even get me started on the number of times I told Bakugo that using excessive force, even on a villain, is illegal."

"Ahh, you love them." You waved him off, and he pushed himself off the kitchen counter, sitting beside you.

"Eh, love's a strong word." He shook his hand in a so-so motion but didn't deny it.

"Loser." You chuckled, resting your head on his shoulder, wearing that black sweater from so long ago.

"Yeah, whatever." He leaned his head on yours, enjoying the sound of Eri coloring and your soft breathing. Enjoying the domesticity of it all. One could get used to it.

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The air continued to get colder, your clothes got thicker, and even earmuffs were pulled out. Your little found family decided to take a day out, trying to get your minds off the fact the kids were out on work studies again, and the foreboding feeling that came from the meeting that morning. Feeling absolutely helpless at the slow destruction of the world around you. The muttering of a traitor still made your skin crawl. Eri hummed happily between you two, excited to go out and eat ramen. Her little kitty earmuffs bouncing with her.

"She seems happy." Aizawa chuckled, wrapped in a normal scarf for once. He donned on a thick gray sweater, a black turtleneck underneath. You were wearing the black sweater again, copying his style and you wore a white turtleneck, but no scarf. You held onto Eri's hands with stylish black gloves, while she wore thick white ones.

"Yeah, she gets to spend time with her Zawa, she misses you." You looked up at him, watching guilt flood him. Aizawa let out a sigh, holding onto her hand a little tighter.

"I know, but you know how it is." He sighed, looking down. Your own body ached, the dim mornings made it a little harder for you to fight as you normally would, but thanks to Aizawa's training your patrols weren't as difficult as they used to be.

"Yeah, I think she just missed both of us. But, I've missed you too. Your bed's so cold without you." You admitted, face growing red now, not only because of the cold. He looked back at you, eyebrows pointing up.

"Me too, I'm sorry."

"Don't be, just promise me one thing?" You asked, swallowing down tears.

"Of course." Aizawa hates making promises. At any moment he could break them, such menial words that meant nothing at the end of the day. But for you? He'd give the world.

"Come back home alive. I can't do this without you." Your breath puffed, all three of you had come to a stop at a crosswalk. Your hair moved slightly in the chill air, the dewy morning made your eyes sparkle. How could he say no?

"I promise." And there was no trace of doubt in his voice. Because for you? He would, he had too.

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Christmas arrived sooner than you thought, and the whole of UA was decked out with the holiday decorations. The incident at Deka was forgotten for a moment of peace. You and Aizawa woke up to Eri jumping up and down on the bed, already adorned with a Santa hat.

"Wake up! Santa came by, Santa came by!" She yelled happily, fists pumping up and down in joy.

"Hohohoho!" A loud, high-pitched voice laughed from your living room. Aizawa groaned, shoving his face back in your hair. You rubbed the sleep from your eyes, sitting up to smile at her. Aizawa groaned, his eyes burned more than usual today, usually, he'd spend the morning while you rubbed his eyes with your soft fingers, but Eri was absolutely determined to get up and open her presents.

"Alright, we're coming." You laughed softly, getting up. Eri ran out, jumping up and down in front of Santa who was definitely not Hizashi.

"Hey, you two!" He yelled, holding a large sack.

"Happy Thanksgiving!" She yelled, holding up a present while jumping from foot to foot.

"Eri, it's Merry Christmas." Aizawa shook his head, squatting down to inspect the present, still only wearing pajama shorts.

"Oh Aizawa, it's whatever holiday she wants." You gushed.

That was the mood of your morning, watching and recording Eri open her presents. Happily watching her squeal over cars and coloring books and tea sets, she then found a small table for tea parties for her. You passed along presents for Hizashi, and he passed presents for you two from the other staff members. You happily got photo albums from the year so far, and other tokens of interest. Aizawa's presents mostly consisted of cat things or things related to coffee, which he was more than happy to accept.

"Well, I'll be off! See you later!" Hizashi saluted you away, leaving the front door.

"Bye Santa!" Eri cheered, now trying to read 'Goodnight Moon.' "When are we gonna see class A?" She turned to you two snuggled up on the couch, still so excited. A distant memory popped into her head, one of her own parents snuggled up on the couch.

"Later sweetheart, after school." You promised, Aizawa nodded along with you.

She pouted. "But that's so far away." She looked down, tears pooling in her eyes.

"Eri don't be upset, it'll come sooner than you think." Aizawa reassured, motioning for her to join your little cuddle.

You spent the rest of the short morning like that, unwillingly getting ready for the day.

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"Aizawa she looks so happy, don't take it away from her." Your arms were interlocked, one hand resting on his forearm. While he was embarrassed by having you show so much PDA, in front of his own students no less, but he allowed it. Who knows how long it will last?

"It's twice the size of her. Where is she going to keep a gigantic sword?" He sounded exasperated, holding an Easter egg that Eri gave him, God knows where she got them from.

"In her roooom. C'mon, I can already tell you're going to let her keep it." You pouted, a knowing smirk on your face. The man sighed because he knew you were right, the instant she smiled he knew it was already going to come home. Aizawa saw her nodding off by Bakugo's side, while he held her shoulders so she didn't slip off the couch.

"Ope, looks like it's bedtime." You sighed, escaping his grasp. Mentally he whined at the loss of contact, but on the outside, he just nodded. "Eri?" You called out to the little girl, getting some of the students' attention.

"Take her, she's falling asleep in my lap." The blonde hissed, but he didn't actually sound mad, and he was keeping his voice down.

"'Mnot tired." She whined, wiping her eyes.

"It's still late, we should get home." Aizawa scooped her up, supporting her head in his shoulder.

"Goodnight everyone! Work hard on your hero studies and don't stay up too late!" You waved them goodbye, voice merry.

After you left, they all stared at each other.

"I told you they were dating!" Kaminari cheered, collecting money from the other students he made bets with.

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Eri went to bed easy that night, falling asleep barely halfway into her bedtime story. It was only seven, so you got ready in another outfit. You dressed in a sweater dress with thermal leggings and thick, tall fuzzy boots. Aizawa watched you, putting on a simple black turtleneck, much to his own disapproval.

"Those are tacky, seriously?" He motioned to the tan shoes, pointing at the twin puff balls on each shoe. You stood up, getting an added height boost thanks to the boots.

"Says you. You were just gonna go to a bar in your hero outfit. Aren't you concerned someone might recognize you fraternizing with like, twenty other drunks?" You argued back, arms crossed on your chest, one hop to the side. Your hair, freshly cleaned and full of products to make it shiny and voluminous, bounced around your shaking head. Aizawa stared at you for a moment, glad his hair was down, ears absolutely burning.

"Better than your tacky shoes." He mumbled, grabbing your shoulder bag. "Let's go, I don't want to be there longer than we should. I want to start my winter break as soon as possible."

You accepted the bag, sliding it around you. Mirio greeted you from the living room, along with Amijiki and Hado. They were watching Christmas movies on the couch. How fitting.

"Just call us if anything goes wrong, we won't be too far away." Aizawa nodded, standing by your side.

"Or if it's too much, or even if you just want to go home, give us a call." You reassured the trio, but Hado had already gotten up to shoo you two out the door. "Seriously, it's no big deal. If you-"

"We'll be fine! Have fun on your date!" The blue-haired girl closed and locked the door behind you, leaving you stunned.

You two just stood there for a moment, before you decided to speak up.

"Does it count as a date if you're out with your coworkers?" You laughed, heading to the elevator.

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“Woohoo! Another round, let’s go!” Hizashi’s loud voice boomed in the shabby bar, face absolutely flushed as he hung onto Nemuri and Aizawa. The woman steadily agreed, but Aizawa was too out of it to notice, instead, he patted the loud blonde's chest.

“You’re a good man Hizashi, I don’t say it enough, but you really are. You’ve been my friend since the very beginning, and you’ve always looked out for me.” Aizawa’s words moved you, even if his eyes weren’t directly on Hizashi, they were on the golden cat in front of them, but no one said anything, it still made your eyes water.

“Oh, Aizawa, you’re such a sweetheart. I knew you had a big heart under all of there.” You leaned forward, pressing his head into your chest. He brought up a hand to your back, pressing you further into him.

“And you, you’re the second person I’ve realized I was in love with, but I’m so scared that I’ll lose you that I try to push you away. But just like you, you always come back to me. I don’t know what I’ll do without you.” He mumbled, holding you tightly while tears pricked his eyes. His words, his admission of feelings made you sob. Loudly.

“I love you too! But I feel like one day you’ll just wake up and hate me, o-or you’ll slowly just get fed up with me.” You hiccuped and sobbed, rounds and rounds of shots catching up to you. Between you, Aizawa, Nemuri, Hizashi, Snipe, and Anan, you were on your third bottle of vodka, not counting all the side drinks and shots all of you ordered.

The waiter came up to your table, absolutely pissed off. “No, I’m cutting all of you off. It’s twelve in the morning, all of you need to get out!” She yowled, cat ears and tail pointing straight up.

“Oh cmon, we’r not even thaaat dr’nk! Watch me.” Snipe slurred, stumbling up and almost tripping over his own feet. He attempted to walk in a straight line, egged on by Sejikiro and Ken. When he ultimately fell over, Ryo howled with laughter, literally.

“All of you need to get out before I call the police! And ban you all!” That got you all moving up, getting banned from the only cheap shit in the hole bar closest to UA? Yeah no.

You, Nemuri, and Hizashi all stumbled out together, holding each other to try and fight off the freezing night air.

“Goddd, did anyone get what those two said on camera?” Nemuri giggled, putting her head in her hands.

“Dammit!” Hizashi yelled, Aizawa instantly activating his quirk.

“Don’t yell, you’re being too loud.” You whined, tears gathering in your puffy eyes again.

“Aizawa isn’t going to remember a thing, and neither is she.” Hizashi groaned, almost falling in the road. The school was only a few feet ahead, but that seemed like miles to your intoxicated bodies and drunk minds.

“You two, have to remember that.” Nemuri laughed, obviously a happy drunk.

“They’re not going to!” Hizashi yelled again, an angry drunk.

“No, you all know how much you mean to me, do I have to say it again.” Aizawa slurred out, an honest drunk.

“No, I don’t, you have to tell me.” You sobbed, a sad drunk.

“Shut up! We’re here, we have to be quieeet.” Angry drunk whisper shouted, pushing you all to the teacher dorms.

“We are.” Happy drunk giggled, allowing herself to be moved. “Oh! But you guys can’t have drunk sex, not with Eri there.” The dark-haired woman turned to you two, winking while making a shushing motion.

“No, I would never do that to her, I’d want to have that intimacy very sober.” Aizawa nodded, holding you tight.

“You’re so sweet.” Tears never stopped falling down your falling down your face.

You all managed to make yourself to your dorm. Packing into the same elevator. Nemuri got off first, waiting by the door because Anan had the key to their apartment. Then Hizashi got off, loudly ripping his door open to his and Ryo’s shared space.

Then it was yours and Aizawa’s turn, both of you trying the best you could to quietly stumble into your home. You did well for the most part, only dropping and bumping into a few things. The big three had fallen asleep on the couch, Christmas reruns still playing. You both managed to make it to your shared room, peeling off clothes until you both were in your underwear, deciding it was too hot to wear the warm clothes you had on before.

“Wait, wait. We need to take medicine in the morning for Eri. We can’t just be hungover all day.” Aizawa stumbled into the bathroom and grabbed the large cup and four pills.

He let you take two first, handing you the glass for you to chug. He wasn’t even mad when you downed the whole thing, just going back for more to take his turn.

You both crawled into his bed, cuddling each other tight.

“You’re such a good man, and such a good father.” There were no more tears left for you to cry, so you just heaved into his chest.

“No, I’m only good f’you. Before I never wanted kids, but the idea of having one with you made me jump the gun with Eri. I wouldn’t mind us two having a little brat around, maybe two.” He curled up tighter against you, mumbling things in your ear while sleep overtook you two.

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The next morning you two remember absolutely nothing. Just mildly hungover and slightly confused on why you were both just in your underwear.

“D-did…did we..?” You questioned, face heating up at the idea. Aizawa seemed to contemplate something, grimacing while flickering eyes between the wall and you.

“Can you…walk?”

You stood up, moving with ease. Aizawa sighed in relief.

“No, we didn’t.” He rubbed his sore neck, head aching.

“Oh good.” You sighed with him before your face absolutely blossomed.

“Hey, what the hell does that mean?!”

“That’s fifty cents in the swear jar Ms.!” Eri yelled at you from the living room.

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You and Aizawa decide to stay in the dorms for the New Years, deciding to keep Eri in a place she’s familiar with when all the fireworks go off. You and Aizawa had been invited out for drinks, but you both declined unanimously. All of you wore comfy clothes, wearing matching sweaters you had drifted out for Christmas. You handed out hot chocolate, using cups Aizawa himself had gifted out, each of them personalized to you. His was full of grumpy black cats, and paw prints all over the inside. Yours was coated with your favorite animal smiling, the footprints on the inside in the same manner. Eri’s was filled with butterflies, her inside filled with little caterpillars.

“To show that she is capable of change and that she’s grown so much in these short few months.”

You cuddled up to Aizawa, his hand snaking around your waist. A white cat that Aizawa had found on the street purred up to Eri, headbutting her while she watched the screen.

“Ready Eri?” You asked, smiling as she grabbed the cat, not breaking her eye contact with the TV.

“Mhm!”

There was coverage of people crowding the streets, all of them laughing and enjoying themselves while they huddled together to count down. Then, it was the last minute of the year.

Aizawa called your name, grabbing your attention.

“I’ve never been good with words, or my feelings, but I have something to admit.” That made your eyes widen and heart quicken. Fourty!

“But there has been something that I’ve needed to admit to you, something I only recently realized.” He set down his coffee cup, bringing up a warm to cup your face. Thirty!

“I-I..” The words died on his lips, but he wouldn’t back out now, not when he realized he needed you so much. After Christmas, he doesn’t know what changed, but something did. The few five days he had felt such undeniable feelings he couldn’t hide anymore. Or maybe it was the feelings he had all along that he couldn’t keep at bay. “I need you. In a way that I haven’t needed in a long time.” Twenty!

“You’ve become such in an important person in my life, and I can’t stop it. I think of you all the time, I do so much just to keep you at my side, and the thought of losing you keeps me up sometimes, and makes me work harder during my patrols.” Ten!.

”Aizawa…” Tears were filling your beautiful eyes, and he wiped them away before they could fall. Nine!

“Even seeing you cry fills me with agony, and it pains me even more knowing I made you cry.” Six!

“What I’m trying to say is, stand by my side, be with me, spend the rest of our lives together?” Instead of answering his words, you responded by pressing your lips to his. Holding his face while he reciprocated your touch.

Happy New Years!

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“So..what are we again?” You were smiling so wide and so hard it hurt. The hand that was brushing your face stopped, and Aizawa-no Shouta rolled onto his back, making you rest his head on his large chest.

“Oh god, are you going to tease me about this? I take everything back.” He groaned, trying to push you away.

“It’s too late, you’ve sealed your fate.” You deepened your voice trying to sound scary. You overpowered his grip, or maybe he let you win, and cuddled back into his arms. “Sooo….”

He sighed heavily. “You’re my partner.” You groaned, making a fart sound.

“No! Well, yes, but wrong. What’s the hyper-feminine, gender-conforming title that I now hold.” Shouta sighed heavily again.

“You’re my…girlfriend. And I’m your boyfriend.” You squealed, kicking your feet under the blankets. “How old are you?” He chuckled.

“Five, boyfriend. Do you know how long I’ve waited for this? Too damn long, that’s how long.” You punched him lightly.

“Yeah I know, me too…girlfriend.” The moonlight shone on his face, showing you his smile that was just as wide as yours.

Everything was going to be okay.

It just had to be.

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IT HAPPEBED ONG IT HAPPENED THEYRE HAPY AND LVING AND NOW THEYRE GOING TO MOVE AWAY FAR FROM JAPAN WITH ERI AND SHINSO ABD BE A BUG HAPPY FAMILY AND TEHE END,,

okay uhm, yes i already know pt 4 plase sodnt eat me,,but i will warn you, sadness only lays ahead, since I'm basing this off the anime, you know what episode is coming up next and, and what two arcs that I've been hinting at this whole time is also coming up,,,who knows,,, (I do, me I do)

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