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you and gojo satoru are the perfect couple. even if nobody else could match your energy, he most definitely always would. you don't remember a single moment when you're not in sync with him.
you're laughing at something stupid? he's right next to you, doubled over with tears in his eyes. you're telling him about your day? better believe he'd be nodding along and interrupting you to ask questions just to know every little detail.
you're listening to old disney songs while baking? he's right behind you, arms effortlessly manoeuvring you across the kitchen floor, dipping and twirling you around while singing at the top of his lungs (rather horrendously) along with you.
you want ice cream at midnight? he's on it! (with some for him too, obviously) feeling clingy? he'll shower you in all the affection you've asked for and more, absolutely refusing to let you go. you just told him a really cheesy pick up line? better believe he's gonna blush, giggle and kick his feet before replying with an even worse one.
and oh, get ready to be tossed around like a sack of potatoes when he's around. he picks you up randomly all the time, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck just to hear those sweet laughs from you.
he's never believed in soulmates until he found you, to be honest.
you made him feel heard and known. you saw him for who he really was, and you reciprocated his love in a way he never would've imagined anyone could. you loved him for more than his exterior (and you most definitely match his freak).
he'd also never experienced love at first sight until he saw you.
he was absolutely floored by how gorgeous you were, your smile so radiant it made him grin right back with a dopey look in his eyes. you stole his breath away.
shit, he didn't even know your name at the time, yet he could swear he was in love with you.
satoru really loves every little thing about you. he would worship the ground you walk on if you let him. he would bring down the moon from the sky if you asked him to.
this man is whipped, and you wouldn't have it any other way.
satoru ending the friends-with-benefits arrangement you have with him because he "thinks he likes someone" was definitely not on your bingo card for the year.
yet, you find yourself standing here face to face with him, with those exact words leaving his mouth. and you couldn't possible have anticipated the effect it would have on you.
you feel a weight settle right into your chest, and it feels like it's consuming you slowly. but you don't even know why you feel this way in the first place.
you're the one that came up with the idea, after all.
to keep it casual - purely physical. nothing more, nothing less. you proposed it. you knew from the beginning that this was bound to happen, but why do you feel so crestfallen now that it really is?
mustering up some courage, you ask: "oh? who is it"
"you!"
and he smiles like it was the most obvious thing in the world, and you finally feel like you can breathe again.
Could you please do "is that my shirt?" with best friend Shinso?
it's well past two am. you're secured within the comfort of your blanket like a burrito, mindlessly scrolling through tiktoks as you feel a sudden craving for a midnight snack. you don't normally stay up so late, though; it's more of a habit you picked up from your best friend.
shinso.
the thought of him sends a warmth through your body. the constantly sleepy and moody man has been your best friend for long, long time now - the two of you have always been close. so close, in fact, that you're wearing his shirt right now.
but wasn't that normal for best friends?
your thoughts are interrupted by a rather unceremonious growl that fills up the once silent room. right. ramen, you decide. that would be your snack. you begrudgingly pull yourself out of the little cocoon you made for yourself as goosebumps rise across your body due to the sudden exposure to the cold room.
you sit on the edge of the bed for a while before standing and then walking out of the dorm to the kitchen, gathering everything you need to make the ramen. as the water boils, you hear a deep, groggy voice speak.
"'s that my shirt?" he asks, tired eyes staring right at you, a playful smirk on his face. he caught you.
"would you believe me if i said it wasn't?" you smile nervously, your heart racing all of a sudden. shinso chuckled, his eyes softening. he hums.
"no, i wouldn't. you've been stealing my clothes since middle school," he smiled at the memory with a look you've never seen before in his eyes. one that mirrored your own when you thought about him.
"why are you up so late, anyway? my habits rubbing off on you?" he teased.
"craving some ramen" you shrugged, still a little embarrassed at being caught.
"ramen, huh? i could go for some ramen right now" he padded over to the counter, leaning against it and watching you work.
once you finished, both of you sat on the counter, a comfortable silence filling the room as you ate. and maybe it was because of the time, or how scrambled his brain was from being near you, but suddenly, shinso reached out and gently brushed a speck of ramen from your lips.
he was unable to look away from you, and you were so flustered. gazing up at him with a sparkle in your eyes and fuck. he couldn't wait anymore.
but there was no way he liked you back. he was just doing what friends do, wiping off food from your mouth because it would just be embarrassing otherwise. he was only being polite, you both-
and then you felt something warm against your lips.
oh my god.
he was kissing you.
it felt like a dam burst right then. your eyes fluttered closed, and you leaned into his warmth, kissing him with the same passion as he did. your arms wrapped around his neck, deepening the kiss even more as his hands caressed your waist.
and then you finally broke away. both of you catching your breath, matching stupid grins on your faces.
Hey! Do you/would you happen to write for Fairy Tail? No pressure, just genuinely curious :)
hiii!
yes, i do write for fairytail! i haven't gotten any requests for it yet, but if you do have any don't hesitate to send them, i'd love to write for fairytail :)
having a pillow fight and it ends in a Makeout with Bakugou please? >.<
hope you like it!
feathers flew around the room as a pillow was flung straight at your face by none other than bakugou katsuki, who was standing across you, a wide grin on his face on seeing that he hit his target.
"oh, it is so on bakagou!" you asserted, a defiant, flustered look on your face.
"don't call me that, shitty woman!" he moved to pick up a pillow again - only to be stopped midway, a pillow hitting him square on the back of his head.
"loser!" you cheered, a triumphant smirk on your face, ignoring the fact that he barely felt the impact. why was he so fucking strong? damn him and those god-like muscles that you could see through his tight, black t-shirt.
oh to be sandwiched between his biceps, you thought wistfully, as you saw him lift his arm up to fix his now messy ash blonde hair.
his crimson eyes looked at you, calculating his next move. but you beat him to it, running over to him and whacking him with another pillow repeatedly.
what you weren't expecting was for his big arms to circle around your waist and tackle you onto the bed. pillow still in your arms, and hair all over the place, you were now caged between him and the bed.
a slow smirk spread across his face.
"not so cocky now are ya, brat?"
one of his hands moved from its place next to your head down to your waist, lifting up your shirt. you were fully red at this point, his hot touch flooding your entire body with warmth.
and then he started tickling you.
"wha- stop!" you managed, laughing so hard tears were almost coming out of your eyes.
"weren't you the smartass calling me 'bakagou' a second ago?" he contested, a wide grin that he couldn't fight overtaking his handsome features anyway.
and then you thought of a better idea.
"katsuki-" and with all the strength you could muster, you lifted your head up just enough to touch your lips to his, a quick peck, and he paused. it worked!
he leaned down to capture your lips once more, the hand which was formerly tickling you now caressing your waist, the other one finding its place on your cheek, pushing the hair away from your face so he could kiss you better.
he flipped you over so that you were on top now, a hand running down his chest and the other one tangled in his soft hair. he smelled like caramel, like always.
you could never get enough of him.he tangled his fingers into your hair, pulling you impossibly closer, your scent invading his senses completely.
bakugou may be an asshole to anyone else, may be cruel to anyone else - but he was weak for you. and he gladly would be if it meant kissing you like this, making you laugh like this.
gojo satoru is the man who gets you whatever you want. another lip gloss? he'll give you five. a new purse? you've got it. you're hungry? best believe he's already placed an order for your favorite food and drinks.
you were his god, he would worship you all day long if you let him. he spoiled you rotten.
so naturally, he's the same in the bedroom too.
he's thrusting into you slowly, teasingly, dragging in and out his massive cock from your drenched, already overstimulated pussy. he rubs his fat, pink, flushed cockhead against your folds, tantalizingly, just short of giving you what you need.
he lets it catch onto your clit, smearing your liquids all over your pussy with his pretty tip. he lets it hit a few more times, thriving in the way you arch your back off the bed, begging for more despite how much he's already given you.
"s'pretty for me, look at you, fuck" he coos at you, warm hands running all over your body, lips ghosting yours, saliva coating both of your mouths, with his eyes drinking in the sight of you, so worn out, hickeys covering your neck and tits. all because of him.
pride swelled in his chest as he admires his work.
and my, you were a vision.
tits bouncing with every thrust, eyes clouded and teary from how fucking good he was making you feel, so very drunk on his massive dick, hair tousled and legs spread out all for him. his name on your mouth like a prayer, broken cries of "'toru please, need more, need you closer"
and oh, he could stay like this forever.
you underneath him, hopelessly at his mercy, for the fifth time that night. he loved how desperate you sounded for his cock, how filthy you looked with his cum leaking out of your squelching pussy as he continued to thrust. he loved the creamy ring on the base of his cock, proof that he had stuffed you so good.
so of course he gives you what you want. how could he not?
he snaps his hips suddenly, bottoming out in you with one sharp thrust and shit, he loses all the remnants of his self restraint. he lets out a heady groan, eyes rolling into the back of his head, bottom lip caught between his teeth.
"f-fuck, such a good girl, my good girl, hmm?" he let out in between breaths, the feeling of your pussy swallowing him whole making him delirious.
you drove him insane. cunt soaking wet, plush walls letting him abuse your poor pussy over and over, his cock plowing into you with the force of a man starved. he thrusts into you faster and faster, pushing your legs up further against your chest, groaning and whining so loud for you.
he claimed your soft lips with his again, uncharacteristically gentle for a man fucking your brains out. he trailed down hot, sloppy kisses down your neck, taking one of your tits into his warm mouth and fondling the other one with his calloused fingers.
his grip on your waist was searing into your skin as your eyes rolled into the back of your head at the new stimulation on your tits, the heat flooding your whole body, his blue eyes gazing into yours with an intensity that made you fold.
he could never get enough of you.
your hands tugged at his white hair, moving lower and gripping at his shoulders, his back, any part you could reach. he was insatiable, fucking into you so good you lost track of how many times he'd made you cum that night.
the veins of his girthy, long cock dragged against your clit just right, making you see stars in his eyes. unfiltered, filthy praises escaped his mouth, broken whines of how fucking good you feel around him, how your pussy was made for his cock.
you don't know whether it was his unrelenting speed at which he was fucking you, or the way he made out with you, slowly, so messy, a string of saliva still connecting you both once he broke away, or looking at the marks you left on his sculpted body, but all you saw was white hot pleasure.
you came hard and fast, hips bucking wildly into his touch, his pace never faltering and driving you to the edge. only he knows how he held out for so long, immediately losing himself into the feeling of you creaming around his cock and filling you up with his cum.
warm ropes of sticky, white cum oozed out from your abused pussy, hole still twitching, his warm cock resting against your belly with both of you panting to catch your breath.
"done already, 'toru?" you asked with wide eyes and a pout, missing the feeling of him inside you already.
katsuki bakugou was a force to be reckoned with. he was a talented man of tact, analysis, and pure skill.
so why he was so painfully oblivious to your flirting was beyond you.
...
"hey katsu, is your name google?" you asked, hope in your voice. this one would work for sure, you thought.
"no, shitty woman. y'just said my name," he grumbled, rolling his eyes. there goes your line. you sighed.
it was a good one, too.
...
you'd compliment him every moment you could, trying to get closer to him.
...
"you have a really cute laugh, y'know" you thought out loud, moving near him so that your shoulders would touch as you walked to training.
you had just tripped on air, the scene making the ash blonde crack up.
he rolled his eyes and turned away, his normal frown on his face again, but light pink dusting his cheeks regardless.
...
he tolerated you more than those shitty extras. he thought that alone was enough of a sign that he liked you. he was never good at expressing his feelings.
but turns out he wasn't good at perceiving them either.
you're so sure you could confess your undying love for him, and he would still pretend like you just hit him with a casual 'hey!'
it was the middle of spring, the cold air nipping at your skin as you walked with him to your dorms. you had just come back from grabbing a pizza together. the two of you. alone.
but no, it wasn't a date. of course it wasn't.
but while walking, with you talking his ear off and him nodding along, you felt a little bold.
(you weren't even sure if he was listening. he was hooked onto every word.)
so maybe it was the chilly winds brushing past you gently, or maybe it was the intoxication you felt from being with katsuki alone, but you decided to try something new.
"can i borrow your sweater?" you asked, voice hesitant and soft.
his breath caught in his throat, ears now red. you wanted his sweater? he rolled his eyes, "tch, told you it'd be cold, dumbass."
but to your surprise, he took it off and gave it to you. you grinned up at him, eyes glinting with a mix of joy and disbelief, and wore it.
he swore lightly under his breath. you with your pretty smile, in his sweater - it made his heart beat faster, butterflies in his stomach. you were so gorgeous.
but then he did something you really didn't expect.
"looks good on ya, shitty woman" he grumbled, taking your hand into his own, a giddy smile on your face.
katsuki bakugou was a force to be reckoned with. he might not be the best with words or with feelings, but he'd treat you better than any of those other shitty extras. that was for sure.
"falling in love with you wasn't a part of my life plan, but i don't regret that i did."
with affectionate boyfriend!Shoto :D
i hope you like it <3
You were resting, your head on Shoto’s lap, facing up at him and his fingers gently carding through your hair. It was unfair how someone could look so pretty from such an unflattering angle.
His heterochromatic eyes were sparkling as he gazed down at your peaceful form, filled with so much love you thought your heart would burst. He smiled down at you, softly, looking at you as if you were the most beautiful thing in the world.
This time, two years ago, if someone would’ve told you you would be dating the pro-hero Shoto Todoroki, you would’ve laughed at them, brushing it off with an “oh, he’s just a friend,” knowing you had absolutely no chance.
You met in your UA days. You knew Shoto was a stoic man, one who had no time for trivial things like love - especially with all of his family’s issues, coupled with his own career and personal life. Shoto has never felt love.
But then the man found himself enjoying your company a lot more than he would like to admit, and soon the two of you were steadfast friends. It remained that way for a long time, even through your journeys to becoming pro-heroes.
You had always known you loved him. You had thought he was a man who never wanted to love, choosing to stay by himself so he wouldn't get hurt, so instead you accepted the fact that you two would just be good friends.
But he had always loved you too, ever since the day you crashed into him, causing him to spill his cold soba. You bought him another one after that, apologizing profusely, flustered by the fact that you messed up in front of your crush - but, to your pleasant surprise, that was the beginning of your longtime friendship.
And look at where you are now. A diamond much too expensive for you to even think about resting on your ring finger, and matching, lovesick smiles on the both of your faces.
You lifted your hand up, thumb lightly grazing his scar. You thought it made him look even more unfairly gorgeous. He only ever allowed you to touch it, you were the only person who could make his heart beat so fast with just one look. The only one who he felt safe around. Even after two years, he was still wrapped around your finger.
He doesn't want it any other way.
You sat up, still sitting in his lap. You moved your head into the crook of his neck and wrapped your arms around him, breathing in his expensive cologne mixed with something else, something that made him smell so…Shoto.
He turned his head slightly, planting a soft kiss on your temple, letting his lips linger on that spot.
“Sho, when did you realize you loved me?” You inquired. He raised an eyebrow. He found himself wondering how you thought up the most random questions at such odd times of the day. Not that he would ever complain - or admit he enjoyed them.
So he indulged.
“Since the day you beat my ass during training. You got me cold soba after that, because you felt guilty for hurting me. That day, seeing you choke on your own food, I knew I just had to have you.” He chuckled, fondly remembering the memory.
“Oh come on” you whined and buried your face deeper into his neck, an embarrassed blush taking over your features. He tightened his grip around you, placing a hand under you jaw to make you look back up at him.
“Love, it’s always been only you for me. You’re the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever seen - inside and out. You’re the reason I know what love is…and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you. Falling in love with you wasn’t a part of my life plan, but I don’t regret that I did, because now, you’re the best part of my life” He said, with nothing but sincerity in his voice.
A comfortable warmth spread through your body, with a realization. You get to marry him. You felt like the luckiest girl in the world. You leaned up, capturing his lips in a tender kiss, grinning from ear to ear when you broke apart.
“Okay, but would you still love me if I was a worm?”
toji who can't help but finish inside you, balls slapping against your ass with each thrust of his hips, skin glistening with a sheen of sweat and hair stuck to his face. but he still can't stop. he just can't help himself.
not when he's got you all spread out for him, his name on your lips like a prayer, asking for more, more, more.
and how could he say no to your gummy walls clamping down on him with every thrust, cunt squelching with each movement, eyes glossy from how fucking good he's making you feel, begging for him to give you what you want, pathetic whines of "toji, need more, please."
so of course he obliges. your pussy clenches around his fat cock, slick gushing out of your hole at the feeling of being fucked so so stupid. so of course you let him cum inside you for the second time that night, his release leaking out of your pretty little hole, only 'cause you're so full.
and then he starts fucking it right back into your sloppy cunt.
it was the last week of college before your break and you had one goal. hot girl summer. that was your only aim. but of course, the universe hates you, so professor yaga decides to give you a research paper to do over the summer. as if that alone wasn't enough, it was a partnered assignment. you checked the list he uploaded to see you were partnered with none other than gojo fucking satoru.
well, you weren't exactly enemies, but you still hated him! he was your typical rich asshole, using daddy's money to sustain his trashy lifestyle. he partied every single night and yet, he was on top of all his classes. you wish you could say it was because of his money, but the truth was, it wasn't. he was your only competition, and he always seemed to be one step ahead of you.
you decided you'd had enough. you wanted to forget your frustrations and have fun. as if your prayers were heard, geto suguru, your best friend, asked you to go to a party tonight. normally, you'd refuse to go. normally, you wouldn't drink at parties. normally, you wouldn't find yourself in gojo satoru's bed the next morning.
should i make this a full fic? (i'm gonna do it anyways)
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