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kirishimas face was shoved in between your thighs, one hand holding your thigh down, keeping you from squirming. the other was busy pumping in and out of your soaking pussy, while he sucked and licked at your clit. your head was thrown back, an arm covering your face while the other grasped kiri's hair.
"hngh...mm..it-it..." you whimpered, clenching your thighs around his face. he looked up at you, eyes wide and innocent as if he isnt making you crazy. "mm...words, princess. look at me." you slowly moved your arm, whole body quivering.
"mm...it feels too good! slow...slow down!" he smirked, going down into your cunt again. he went even faster, fingers scissoring and stretching you, reaching deep into your pussy. he curled your fingers and you swear you saw stars. you squealed, holding onto his hair toghter as his tongue traced your folds and sucked your clit even harder.
you felt the tension build up in your tummy as he fucked his fingers into you harder. you shrieked, tightening your grip on his head with your legs so hard you thought he might pass out. you came hard, and whenv kirishima emerged, his face was 90% covered with your juices, and he licked his lips.
"eww kiri, thats gross!!!" you groaned. he lifter himself up and leaned over to kiss you. "want me to do it again?" "well, duh."
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sunlight seeped through the windows from the thin curtains, the warm rays cascading over you and keigo. his wings were wrapped around you, keeping you in a warm, feathery cocoon. his long limbs were entangled with yours, keeping you flush against his chest as his soft breaths tickled your ears.
you cracked your eyes open, gazing at keigo. you brought your arm up, tracing his jawline and gently rubbing your thumb against his cheek. he yawned, stretching his arms and wrapping then around you even tighter.
"g'morning, baby." he smiled, eyes still closed. he kissed you, smiling against your lips. "hey, keigo", you whispered, pulling back to nuzzle into the crook of his neck. "what time is it?"
"eh...doesnt really matter. you in a hurry to get away from me or somethin'?" he chuckled. "nooo..." you groaned. "dont we both need to get to work? the sun's already up."
"mmm...5 more minutes."
its a little short sorry guys 🥲 this lowk took a long time tho
🪽 . . .⠀⠀touya todoroki x fem!vampire quirk!reader 𓏵 childhood bestfriends to lovers ⸝⸝ touya’s childhood abuse is mention in the beginning ⸝⸝ smoking
you had been one of the few children touya was close to. he was there when your fangs had come in at just four years old, curiously leaning in as you showed them off. he had been there when you would run to the bathroom to drink blood from a juice box, sitting on the cold tiled floor with you—almost a daily occurrence.
you were heavily bullied for her quirk, being told you’d become a villain because of it. touya was one who had defended you, despite the punishments he received at home for using his fire to threaten other children. he would see you the following day, bruises just barely peaking from under clothes. you would kiss them softly.
“mama says kisses make everything better,” you’d say each time.
you faced the beginning of middle school together. you smoked their first cigarette together. way too young, definitely, but you both believed it would offer relief. he laughed when you coughed obnoxiously, then you laughed when he did just the same.
the day you found out about the fire from fuyumi, you broke into screaming sobs in her arms. those two girls sobbed in one another’s arms for hours, eyes swollen and shirts soaked with the other’s tears.
touya didn’t know that bit now. it had been, what, ten years? he glanced at the scars on his arms and bare torso. would you have kissed those, too? he wondered what you had become each day. you hadn’t become a hero, as you would’ve been in the news. for that, he was grateful. you were out of shigaraki’s radar.
you had stayed close to fuyumi, but you did not speak to natsuo and shoto as much. they only existed because touya hadn’t met endeavor’s expectations. you resented them just a bit for that. not enough to truly hate them, but seeing them left a bitter taste in her mouth.
one night, after swinging by the convenience store for a late snack, you were walking back to her apartment complex. as you walked, a man with his hood pulled high and his head low passed you, shoulder bumping hers. you stopped, whipping around at him.
“the fuck’s your problem?” you snapped.
the man slowed to a stop, glancing back at you. his eyes focused on you, as if assessing that dealing with you was worth his time.
as the streetlight caught in his eyes, you could have sworn you recognized them. vibrant teal, just a bit dulled by the misery forced upon them. touya—
no, no. impossible. he had died ten years ago in that fire. temperatures had reached so high that his bones had even been turned to ash.
when your lips parted in shock, his eyes caught the glint of your fangs that just peaked past your lips. he knew those anywhere. he had spent years looking at them with fascination as a child.
he turned again and began walking off, leaving you there under the streetlight. it couldn’t be you. you had always talked about leaving, you wouldn’t have stayed this long surely.
you stayed there until he was out of sight. your shoulders drooped, and you too continued walking. touya was dead, he had been for a decade. that man wasn’t him.
days later, in the rain, you were walking briskly past that same spot. that same man came your way, brushing your shoulder again.
you never believed in coincidences. your gut was telling her something, but you couldn’t place what. the idea of running made that gut feeling worse. you suddenly rushed to follow the man, catching his hood and pulling it back.
“hey, what the fuck—” the man began, turning sharply to face you.
your eyes blew wide. you had scene this man on the news, just briefly before changing the channel. dabi, is what the heroes had claimed his name was, but something told you that wasn’t true.
those eyes, they weren’t the eyes of a villain. they were the eyes of a boy you had grown up with, a boy you had loved dearly. a boy you had thought died a decade ago.
he too had stopped, eyes focused on your face. those eyes, those fangs, the slight crookedness of the left one, the slightly longer tip on the right that gave away that it was you.
rain poured down them on them both, as if it had intensified with the tension. your hand reached up carefully, nails manicured so perfectly, skin soft as silk. it cupped his face, brushing over that scarred purple flesh that covered his lower jaw.
he grabbed you suddenly, slamming his mouth to yours. he had waited years to do this, years to love you. you reciprocated, hands fisting the collar of his wet jacket as you moved your lips against his.
when touya pulled away, your mood shifted suddenly.
“what the hell?” you shouted, tears welling in your eyes.
“i—i thought you were dead! i thought you died in that fire—”
you were cut off by her own sob. you shoved him, water splashing up when his foot planted a pace back to catch himself.
“you left me! you fucking left me with those assholes! you promised you wouldn’t and you did!”
the rain was pouring upon them, hitting skin like tiny bullets. thunder boomed in the distance.
“if you wanted to leave that house you could’ve come to me, you didn’t have to leave me,” you cried bitterly.
touya reached out, pulling you into his chest. his hand held the back if your head, the other gripping the back of your jacket as you sobbed. he had regretted it almost immediately after leaving, but he had assumed you had known already—he feared going back.
“i hate you,” you insisted weakly.
“love you too, sweetheart.”
the bar was closer than her apartment, so he had brought you back there. you didn’t leave for a week. you wouldn’t leave him again. you stayed close beside him constantly, whether you were perched on his shoulder as a bat or laying half on top of him as a human.
when those blood cravings grew strong, he’d offer the juncture of his elbow for you to drink from. you were so gentle, pressing your teeth in quick to get it over with immediately, kissing the wounds when you pulled back.
“kisses make everything better,” you’d giggle, sliding into his arms after licking those remaining droplets from your lips.
a/n: JJK?!😱 I know I need to upload the new chapters to my PIF series but I couldn’t resist writing this, it needed to come out.
The moment you saw Toge standing in the dim hallway of the clinic, you ran to him, throwing your arms around his neck.
"Toge!"
You buried your face in the crook of his shoulder, squeezing him tight. You were warm now, full of life, a contrast to the cold, nearly lifeless body he’d held just days before.
"Shoko healed me and I got plenty of rest," you murmured, pulling back just enough to cup his face and press a soft, loving kiss to his cheek before pulling back. "See? I’m completely better now. You don't have to worry anymore."
Toge didn't hug you back, his arms stayed at his sides, stiff and leaden. When you leaned in to kiss him, he gently took your by the shoulders and pushed you back, stepping out of your space.
Your smile faltered. "Toge? What’s wrong?"
He opened his mouth, but only a soft, frustrated breath escaped. His chest burned. He wanted to scream. He wanted to pull you back into his arms and never let go.
Looking at you, a flood of memories rushed over him, drowning him. He thought of the quiet afternoons spent tangled up together, watching endless hours of mindless YouTube videos just to hear you laugh. He wanted to laugh with you, talk about it with you.
The way you’d do a little dance and threw your arms around him when he cooked you food. He wanted to talk to you while he cooked.
He thought of the way you tasted, the soft moan you made when his hands traced your waist, and how much he loved every single curve of your body. He wanted so desperately to tell you how amazing you felt, how beautiful you are. He wanted to tell you that he loved you more than his own life.
More than anything, he cursed his own bloodline. He hated the snake and fangs sealed onto his skin. He wished he could strip his cursed technique away, shred his throat, do anything if it meant he could just speak to you, even if it was just for one hour. He wanted to say "I love you" with his own voice, clearly and loudly, instead of hiding behind a code of dried fish and seaweed.
He couldn’t even give you a real conversation. So how could he give you the stable home, the safety, or the future you deserved? The last mission reinforced that, the jujitsu world was a meat grinder, and you had almost been chewed up because of him. Because he couldn’t yell to you to get out of the way because his throat was torn up.
"Okaka," he said, his voice trembling, his eyes pleading with you to understand. No. This isn't right.
"W-what?" You asked, your brow raising as you reached for his hand. He pulled it away. "Toge-."
"Okaka," he repeated, sharper this time. He pointed to you, then to the door, then back to himself, shaking his head. He tried to mimic a clean break with his hands.
The realization hit you slowly, and you felt your stomach drop. "No...wait, Toge, stop. Are you... are you breaking up with me?"
"Takana," he choked out, nodding frantically. Yes. It has to be this way.
"Why?!" Tears stinging your eyes, as they started to build up. You stepped forward, trying to grab his jacket, desperate to close the distance he was forcing between you. "What happened? Because of the mission? I told you, I'm fine! Shoko fixed it! I love you so much. Do you... do you not love me anymore?"
The question felt like a blade twisting in his heart. I love you so much it's killing me, he wanted to scream. I love you enough to let you go.
But the words trapped in his throat turned to poison. He tried to speak, tried to find some combination of ingredients that could convey even an ounce of the sheer agony he was feeling, but all that came out was a broken, sobbing mess of words.
"Okaka! Takana! Shake!" He clawed at his high collar, pulling it down, his own tears finally spilling over. He was crying in sheer, suffocating frustration, because his own mouth was a weapon he couldn't use to talk to the person he loved most.
"Toge, please, don't do this to us!" You choked out, reaching for him one last time. "Just talk to me, please—"
That’s all he wanted to do more than anything. He wanted to talk to you for hours, with his actual voice, he say your name every day because the one time he did say it he loved they way it rolled off his tongue. He wanted to tell you how much he loved you and he wanted to be able to laugh and join in on the conversations you had. But that was the problem he couldn’t, he’d never be able to.
He couldn't take it anymore. If he didn't end it now, he never would. He would keep dragging you into the dark until you didn't wake up from the next mission. He had to save you, he had to give you a better more fulfilling life, even if it meant destroying your love for him.
He grabbed your wrists, stopping you. His eyes locking onto yours. He channeled every ounce of his cursed energy, his throat tightening with lethal intent.
"Forget me."
The command ripped through the hallway
Instantly the frantic, heartbroken tension vanished from your body. Your shoulders dropped and you stood straighter, your hands going limp in his grasp. The desperate crying stopped, your breath catching as your eyes went entirely blank. For a second, you stood completely still, staring right through him.
Then, you blinked. The tears were still wet on your cheeks, but the agonizing grief you felt was replaced by a sudden, hollow confusion. You looked down at his hands holding your wrists, then up at his tear-stained face.
"I'm... sorry," you said, your voice quiet and confused. You yanked your wrists away from him. He’s obviously been crying, you thought to yourself, did I do that? You felt awkward. "Hey, um... did something happen? Are you okay? Uh- what’s your name?"
a/n: I have so many drafts of different fandoms it’s not even funny I just had have time anymore 😭
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( ✦ ) fem!reader, angst, suicide, death ⁝ REPOST from carienations◞ ao3.
your finger was the one he put a ring on.
everyone knows that you‘re the one who wears his last name like a badge; the one who shares a bed with him when the sky engulfed by darkness; the one who takes care of his laundry with overflowing care; the one who thoughtfully whipped him breakfast and dinner; the one who stay up for him at home praying he's safe and sound— the one where his vows lie.
yet, despite being the one in all sorts of things, you found yourself standing in the middle of nowhere as someone who would never be the one he devoted his love and soul to. a person who hover in-between nothing, for they have no place to root themselves to. someone who linger in the air like cigarette smoke, where its significance lasts as short as the fire that lights it up.
satoru gojo is devoted to you, as a husband. no more, no less.
it‘s his duty in which he requires to perform flawlessly beyond perfection, like he always has. especially, when it comes to pleasing the side of him whose sure nothing will ever be above the man; the honored one will always be able to choose his own path, eternally. and the path he let his feet take him in this case, is the one where he take an oath to be yours, for better or worse.
and for you, the truth of this arranged marriage with him keeps crawling behind you like a vice, religiously. as far as to dreamland, even. a place where the world was supposed to be a non-existent truth, not where the fact of life keeps strangling you breathless.
for what it's worth, the reality of it has cut through you for as long as you've breathed, with his last name weighing on your shoulder.
on some days, it feels as if it's gently reminding you of the consequence of marrying someone whose heart will always be confined behind his ribcage. as well as the price of attempting to tie your soul to another, who will never let his be in the palm of your longing hands.
for all the love you own, the realization of it has the wind stealing the air off your lungs, and it was undoubtedly the start of your nearing end.
when you found a picture of that woman in his wallet on some lonely night, no words had let itself free out of the cage that's your lips, as it's shut tight from where you had stitched it with a thread made from your infinite love. and the night breeze that day, were witnessed on how deadly was the silence, by you. a to-be-forevermore stillness from you, to the strongest one.
an anniversary present given by a wife to her husband, dedicated solely to the cursed marriage she believes he's shackled to.
she‘s a beautiful, enchanting woman, you may so for yourself. you've heard people describe her as a gentle soul with a poise demeanor; a perfect match for the man who's always searching for someone to keep him grounded, someone to keep him tethered to the reality that consistently screws him up.
gentle always followed after your name, too. but not like hers, never will be—something you compare yourself to every so often, while you let yourself drown in your reflection on the mirror—as it’s a different form of gentleness. the kind that someone who‘s, undoubtedly, be the one who satoru devoted his love and soul to.
a woman who doesn't smell like death is calling her name.
the woman in the picture is whose existence you've become sensitively aware of after the engagement happened. after all that whispers? no matter how hard you try, it lingers. it follows your every step alike the smell of cigarette, which often seeps into someone's clothes and scents like dirty ashtray. a smell that deserves to be one with the soil, from how rancid it is.
‘don't you think it's tragic? both gojo and that woman. having to end it all for his duty.’
‘perhaps. it's expected, i may say. no matter how high on the top satoru gojo is, no matter how much privilege being the strongest gave him— they always find a way to make him bend over the rules.’
‘seriously, you two are not giving the fiancee enough credit! imagine being her … a total nightmare. i would cry myself to sleep every single day, if i were her.’
even after many seasons have passed, you still find it in you of the nightmare, that is the ability to recite those words in your sleep. it‘s suffocating, truly. the truth of how your arranged marriage still chases you down, even when you‘re unconscious, is something that has you opening your eyes in startle night after night, with dread haunting all of your burning senses.
“satoru, who … is she?”
his whole body tensed. there was no name drop, no picture— nothing. only a question with no identification of who you were referring to. however, satoru understands in a heartbeat whose existence you were suggesting, as if there's no soul except hers. while you, on the other hand, can feel the way your heart drops to the ground, before it shattered as he muttered the answer.
"… a ghost of my past.”
the way that sentence left in-between his lips was more than enough to send you buried six-feet-under, if you were allowed to be truthful. his tone, a softness you've never heard before, was taunting you. it almost came across your ringing ears as a mocking on where you stand in his world. not from him. it's a calling by the universe itself.
and it sends chills right through your body, as if the grim reaper is brushing their scythe right by your pulse.
you really did take away his life, his freedom. no, worst. you've taken away their love and crushed it by existing. the sight of him—a husband who owns your heart without knowing—keeps bringing you back to the one undeniable truth: each breath you take is evidence of how satoru gojo life is no longer vivid of love, but monotone from the misery that is your marriage.
“ah. sh— she's really pretty.” your statement was pure, no malice hidden behind it. she is a beautiful human being. still, despite your own words, you can feel how the world starts crumbling into ruins under your feet.
you didn't pester him after the reality was laid upon you like a misfortune. instead, you continue acting as the lovingly doting wife you always been, all the while a void started to grow in you. a void which is all-consuming. and in the midst of your spiraling, a promise for him was made from the deepest part of your soul and heart.
even if the man can‘t hear it, you promise with your life that he'll own his life.
it wasn't surprising when the next day everything in the house was clean and tidy. a perfectness expected from you, as a housewife. no trace of you was seen in the place you arrogantly called home, for time and again.
that was one of your last acts of love for the man, who'll always be the reason for your pounding heart. soon to be halting, with all the love pouring from it. an act of sparing him from your strangling existence he was forced to have; sparing him from the longing and pain of what-if, as well as what-could-have-been, with her.
his clothes were all stacked thoughtfully in the closet. the fridge and pantry is filled with everything he loves. all of his necessities that were near empty have been stocked up, by your caring tendencies. the delicate hands of yours had also prepared his usual meal plan, for the last time. everything you've done over and over like breathing, was finally seeing an end.
and that night, for your last act of love as his wife and someone who loves him far too consuming— you‘ll give him the freedom he always yearns for. an unshackling from what he never should have to tolerate, you.
satoru, the light of my life,
the glass was held firmly on your trembling hand, as you slowly brought the rim of it towards your awaiting parting lips. your intense gaze, slightly wavering, was capturing the sight of how the liquid starts to run dry from your glass, down to your throat as it slowly flame you from the inside.
for everything we’ve shared and all the things you've done for me, i really, really thank you.
under your touch, the glass had let itself slip and shatter against the cold tiles; crashing against your shared bedroom floor, as it echoes through the silence, while your body stumbles around before eventually falling hitting the solid ground.
no matter what anyone says you‘re my favorite, and will always be.
in the emptiness of the house that was never yours to live, no one was there to watch how the froth started forming in your mouth like the beginning of an end. the sounds of your strangle breath that engulfed the room was, undeniably, aching to hear— filled with defeat, helpless, and somewhere in the back, a sense of relief.
i truly have no regrets in this life, other than holding you back from the life you dream and deserve. a life where you know nothing but laughter and endless joy, with your loved one.
your body that was uncontrollably shaking as it takes in the source of satoru‘s freedom, had finally come to a halt. one might say that it was an act of kindness from the grim reaper, for how they have seen you suffer enough with the selfless act, based on a love you never had the privilege of confessing to.
these past few months of being your wife have brought me a happiness that no one had ever given me. truly. a happiness i'm sure the maggots will be jealous of, when i'm finally erased out of this world.
a pair of bright eyes, ones which were always searching for his ocean blue eyes—the one you find yourself diving in every time— were dull and drained of color, by the end of the day, as it stares empty at the endless darkness it often greets.
i‘m sorry for all of the mess and pain i've caused you, satoru. never once in my life have the thought of hurting you ever crossed my mind. so, please … have a good life after this, will you?
on your shared bed, a letter is laid as it waits for the owner to come pick it up, and read the life-changing words written on it. your wedding ring was placed neatly, tucked in its box side-by-side with the letter on the bed. the proof of the end of the marriage was waiting for him, as well as the rightful owner of the ring, to wear it.
i love you, my light, my sirius. with the very little that i am, i hope you'll never get tired of shining your light my way, even when i've become one with the soil.
even though you'll never see the way his face bathes in sunlight, when the morning comes anymore— you‘re relieved that the end of your life is the new start of his, the freedom that you promised to him. and you're someone who always, always, keeps their words no matter how devouring it is to fulfill some words arranged.
for you, i‘m letting go.
after all, even if the world turns upside-down, you know his love and soul were never yours to keep.
synopsis: bf!keonho was never the jealous type, or that’s what he thought. seeing you talk to someone else gave him feelings he was embarrassed of. he didn’t expect to cry about it.
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keonho was never the type of guy who was afraid of crying. he allowed himself to feel things deeply, but only when he was alone. that was his only rule. no one ever saw him break, not his mom, not his sister, and NEVER y/n.
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that afternoon at school, he was walking towards the vending machine to meet with y/n like he always did right before school ended. but when he turned the corner, he noticed she wasn’t alone.
y/n was standing there talking to seonghyeon. popular seonghyeon. the boy every girl in the school had a crush on. he was so easy-going, friendly, confident, and smarter than keonho.
they were laughing about something. seonghyeon said something that made y/n throw her head back in laughter. her hand lightly holding his arm to keep her balance from how hard she was laughing. they looked… good together. comfortable, natural.
keonho stopped in his tracks, a cold feeling settling in his stomach.
it’s probably nothing, he told himself, maybe they know each other.
but his mind wouldn’t stop. seonghyeon had no visible flaws. good looking, athletic, easy smile. they looked perfect standing next to each other. like they could be the couple of the school.
he was getting in his head, slightly swaying from side to side as he fidgeted with his fingers. biting on his bottom lip as he kept staring.
when y/n noticed keonho, her face lit up. she quickly said goodbye and jogged to him.
“hey! i was just catching up with seonghyeon, i had classes with him in middle school. i hadn’t seen him in forever,” she explained happily, slipping her hand into his. “ready to walk home?”
and it was almost as if a switch was flipped, keonho’s face was bright again, nobody would ever assume that he was on the verge of tears just moments before.
he masked it perfectly, a light smile on his face. he listened enthusiastically to her talk about her day, laughed at her jokes, and kissed her forehead when they parted ways. she had no idea.
but the second he got home, knowing his mom and his sister were gone, the mask shattered.
keonho closed his bedroom door and walked towards his bed, took a seat on the floor in front of his bed, and allowed himself to cry, hard.
he felt really stupid for crying over this, it was just a conversation. but the insecurity hit him like a truck. he never really thought he was insecure about his appearance until today. seeing y/n laugh with another boy like that, she looked like she belonged right by his side.
what if one day she notices can do better? his thoughts weren’t making this any better for him. he cried like he needed to, not holding back. loud, face buried in his arms, the kind of crying that left an ache in his chest when he was done.
he didn’t hear the front door open.
he didn’t hear the soft footsteps.
he did hear his bedroom door open.
keonho’s head shot up and turned to the door, eyes wide and red, tears still streaming down his face.
y/n stood in the doorway, frozen, holding the spare key he’d given her to come over whenever she wanted to.
“keonho…?” her voice was shocked, she’d never seen him like this.
he quickly tried to wipe his face, turning away. “hey! i didn’t know you were coming over.”
she stepped inside and closed the door, “i wanted to suprise you. what happened? are you okay? why are you crying all alone?”
“i’m fine,” he said, voice hoarse. he forced a weak smile, “just… had a bad day. i failed my math test, the math teacher yelled at me in front of the whole class and embarrassed me. it’s stupid, i was just overwhelmed-“
“you were literally just telling me as we left school that you passed the test.” she cut him off as she took a seat next to him. they stayed quiet for a moment before she spoke again, “you’re lying.”
keonho felt like he’d been punched in the stomach, he made a sharp, wounded sound. as if he’d had the wind knocked out of him.
his eyes filled with fresh tears, he opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out. he could tell her the truth, but he knew if he did he would break down completely. and he didn’t want her to think he was weak.
she could see him fighting his thoughts, she reached for his arm. “keonho please. talk to me.”
he looked at her, really looked, and the balloon popped.
“i saw you,” he whispered, voice trembling. “with seonghyeon. at the vending machine. you were laughing with him and you two just looked really good together.” tears streamed down his face. “you shine brighter with him than you do with me. i’m worried that you’re going to realize you can do better.”
y/n’s eyes softened as she grabbed his hand, “baby…”
“i know it’s stupid.” he continued, “i tried to tell myself it was nothing. but i just started thinking about how i’m not like him. everyone likes him. he could beat me in anything, and probably doesn’t cry like this.”
his breathing started to pick up. y/n’s eyes widened and she quickly pulled keonho into her arms, holding him tightly. “breathe keonho, i’ve got you.”
it took a while, but she held him through every shaky breath, every sob. she didn’t let go.
when he finally calmed down enough to speak, she cupped his face gently. “seonghyeon is just an old classmate, there’s nothing there. you’re the one i love, i don’t want someone perfect who is liked by every other girl in the school. i want you, the boy who makes me laugh everyday, who remembers my favorite snacks, who lets me steal his hoodies, the boy who allows himself to cry even if he tries to hide it from me.” her eyes narrowed at him and he let out a shaky chuckle.
“you’re a great pretender though, i had no idea you felt this way, you masked it perfectly.” a smile rose on his face, “that’s a good thing!” she shook her head, “that’s a terrible thing. i want to be here for you every time you feel down. even if you think it’s dumb, let me be by your side. i’m your girlfriend, i want to see every side of you. the good parts and the hard parts.”
he nodded, fresh tears slipping down his face but they were no longer sad, more grateful.
y/n pulled him in close and kissed his forehead, flashing him a warm smile. “i love you keonho, all of you.”
keonho closed his eyes and held her tightly, finally letting himself be seen.
your best friend yuji itadori loves taking pictures of you
content! yuji itadori x reader, fem reader, non sorcerer au
your best friend yuji loved taking pictures. he was always carrying his polaroid camera around, snapping photos of flowers, food, sunsets, and friends. you were his favorite model; he loved taking photos of you, or you two together, making funny faces for the camera.
you guys were hanging out again, walking by the beach, the sun slowly setting as pink and orange rays cascaded over the sidewalk. you posed facing away from the sun as yuji made weird cameraman poses to get the perfect angle.
"say...cheese!" yuji grinned, his polaroid camera im front of his face as he aimed it to capture you in frame. you laughed, making a silly face for the camera as it flashed. he laughed, walking up to you as he showed you the picture. "i look so dumb!" you wheezed, laughing hard when you saw it.
"aww, dont be mean. i think you look pretty cute!" you elbowed him in the side. "come on, dont be stupid." you smiled, continuing to walk, hands on the back of your head as you looked up at the clouds. "hey look, that cloud looks like a fish-" you pointed up, turning to yuji, and noticing as he stared at you. he had this goofy expression he always has when talking about girls and things he likes. "whats up?" you tilted your head, poking his forehead, snapping him out of whatever weird trance he was in.
"hm? oh nothing. where?" he looked up as you pointed it out again. you two slowly made your way around town some more, looking at shops and laughing at mannequins in stores. by the time you made your way over to yuji's house, it was already 8, and the sun was down. "aw, shit. can i stay over? my parents are working tonight and i dont wanna walk in the dark." he nodded, and you couldve sworn he blushed. mustve been your eyes playing tricks on you. it was dark, mustve been something else. you think.
you sat on the floor of his room, playing video games as you usually do. something caught your eye, though. on his bed, there was a binder with....your name on it? "hey yuji...whats that?" you put down the controller, pointing at it. "hey were in the middle of a game..." he trailed off as he saw what you were pointing at. you both looked at each other and jumped up, racing to see who could get there first. you tackled it, pulling it to your chest and hiding it under you as you curled into a ball.
"hey! give that back!" he tried reaching for it, but you held on tight. "tell me what it is!" you asked, holding in a laugh. "um..its just pictures!" yuji stuttered, growing redder by the second. "really?" you countered. you turned onto your back and kicked him away. he landed on his butt as you quickly opened it. it was photos of you. different angles, some where you didnt know he was taking them. they spanned back from when you guys first met, when you had a weird harcut. on them, there were little notes written. 'she looks so cute here'. 'she looks gorgeous'. little compliments. yuji jumped up, snatching it from you.
"thats mine...." he said, and he looked like a tomato, sweating buckets as he clutched the binder to his chest and stared at you. "yuji..do you have a crush on me?" you asked slyly, a smirk turning the corners of your mouth. "uhm...well-i mean, i can explain?" youve never seen him so caught off guard. you looked at him for a moment, before slowly getting up and walking towards him. he closed his eyes, looking like he expected to get slapped. instead, you hugged him, wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your head on the binder.
"i, uh...i like you too. you doofus." you said, your voice muffled as you pressed your face into the binder. "w-wuh...what??" he looked down at you. "actually??"
"mhm." you looked up at him, and somehow he was ever redder. you looked at him expectantly. "well? arent ya gonna kiss me or something?" you went on your tippy toes, and got close to his face. you could feel his sharp breaths against your nose as you teased him. he squeezed his eyes shut. "uhm-uh-" you cut him off as you pressed your lips against his, and he melted. he dropped the binder, grabbing your waist to pull you close with one hand while the other tangled in your hair.
you kissed for what felt like eternity, feeling nothing but pure bliss. as you finally pulled away, he lookef beautiful. cheeks still flushed, lips puffy from the kiss, with sweat droplets decorating his forehead.
"so...are we dating?" you teased, reaching up to brush his pink hair from his face.
"we better be, or else i just sacrificed our whole friendship for nothing."
i really liked this one i think its cute but let me know if you dont like anything so i can fix it in my future writing!
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so for the next two-ish weeks all fics r scheduled every three days and wont appear on the masterlist until august 1st since im going on vacation and wont have lots of time to write :)
content: fluff, gender neutral reader, lots of kissing :)
izuku likes to kiss you gently. his lips brush against your before slightly parting, pressing a little harder, letting his tongue enter your mouth, letting you taste him. his lips are warm and hydrated, so it's calming and easy to kiss him. he kisses your cheeks pretty often.
katsuki kisses you rough. he'll press his mouth against yours, mouth already open, weaving his tongue into your mouth and kissing hard like hes eating. he likes to hold your face to stabilize you with one hand, while the other holds your waist. he likes to kiss your neck and jawline a lot.
shoto kisses you very smoothly. hes straight out of a shojo manga, gazing into your eyes, and kissing you with his eyes closed, brushing your hair away from your face. he doesnt kiss with tongue in public a lot, but its still so romantic, it makes your heart flutter. he kisses your hands like the gentleman he is.
kirishima likes to bite your bottom lip gently with his sharp teeth. he kisses you as often as he can, lips smooth and warm against yours. he likes to put his fingers in your mouth and suck them after, grinning as if he wasnt giving you swarms of butterflies in your stomach. he likes to nibble at your ear, biting gently against the sensitive skin.
denki kisses you like a man starved. he'll make a simple peck a full on french kiss, mouth open and tongue swishing around in your mouth, and sticking his tongue out as he parts with you, a string of saliva connecting you two. hes the definition of 'swapping spit'. he likes to kiss your neck and shoulders, giving you hickeys everywhere like he's marking his territory.
shinso tends to refrain from kisses in public, but behind closed doors he likes to tilt your chin up, which 'gives him more room', as he claims. his tongue moves like magic, but he's still so gentle. he acts lazy while doing it, but you know he enjoys it even more that you do. he kisses your forehead when with people.
tamaki is very shy, only giving small pecks in front of people, scared of being a bad kisser (you were his first partner, after all). he likes to 'practice to be better', but you think he just likes to kiss you, since hes so good. his mouth tastes sweet, a little like caramel, and he holds your face while he kisses you, and he's always blushing. he kisses your nose and cheeks, and he brings up your hand to kiss it when you two are holding hands.
this was so fun to write i was giggling the whole time
im so freaking scared to write smut cuz like the only experience i have is reading it ive never had sex or anything similar i dont wanna get flamed for not knowing how shit works😭
you and your boyfriend, megumi, were laying on your shared bed, scrolling on your phones, just lazing around. you were propped up, resting your back on the headboard, with megumi resting his head on your lap. you were unconsiously touching his hair, twirling and ruffling it as you watched tiktoks.
"gumi, your hair is really soft. you should leave it like this without any product more often." you commented, running your hands through the black strands.
"its my signature look. besides, yuji would make a huge deal about it." he replied, leaning into your touch. you dropped your phone besides you and started braiding his hair. he didnt notice, continuing to watch videos on his phone.
after a couple minutes, you finished his hair, lowering your arms to squeeze his cheeks. "aaaaand done." you giggled, satisfied. megumi turned to look at you, looking confused, and raised his hand to run his hand through his hair, just to realize what you meant by 'done'.
sections of his hair were pulled into different braids and pigtails. the sides of his hair were in french braids trailing down his neck, and his bangs were pulled into a ponytail standing straight up from his head. he stared at you with a look of absolute horror. "what have you done."
his reaction was priceless, and you threw your head back laughing, hitting it against the wall with a thud that made you laugh even harder. "ha...oh my gosh, dont you like it?" you wheezed, clutching your stomach as you cackled, him watching you with his mouth gaped open and a mix of disgust and confusion decorating his face.
as your laughs died down, you wiped your eyes and kissed his now exposed forehead. "ill take them out. jeez...your reaction was hilarious. sorry baby..." he closed his mouth, turning away as his cheeks flushed red. "youre lucky i love you enough to get away with this", he grumbled folding his arms.
"can i at least get a picture before i take it out?"
"absolutely not."
im giggling this was really fun to write
thanks for staying to the end! plz like and reblog💙
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