im not ashamed to admit that i think about getting with satoru and sukuna at the same time more than i probably should.

it starts off innocent. you go over to satoru’s apartment to hang out and catch up with him. you admit he’s attractive, but he’s kind of a slut so you never entertained the thought of getting with him.

and then his friend sukuna shows up, who’s as equally attractive as him and would not stop checking you out, going as far as accusing satoru of hiding you from him once he finds out how long you two have been friends for.

the bickering starts— satoru eventually admits to it, sukuna calls him a greedy fucking bastard and satoru also admits to it.

Baby You're a Star

Pairings- Pornstar Satoru x shy f!reader

Warnings- mentions of sex and sexwork, masturbation (M and f) back shots, threesomes on set w/ Suguru and Sukuna, cum drinking, weed smoking, drinking, lots of longing, reader is innocent DON'T read if you don't like that, pining, obsessive, he can't get hard if it's not you, whipped ass Satoru because that's how I NEED HIM, a lot of mentions of sex, cum, etc- it's about porn so lol. A lil bit of angsttt, a lil bit of cuteness, demisexual reader, hoe Satoru what a pair.

Summary- You meet Satoru Gojo at a wild Hollywood party, insanely out of place, waiting for your friend to show up. The two of you hit it off, spending time together, and share a kiss, but you're a good girl, and you just don't do this, but he is the top pornstar there is, and the top .01 % on OnlyFans. Once you find out, you know there's probably no match, as Satoru doesn't date, and you don't sleep around, but after meeting, you keep in touch- and soon Satoru can't get hard without thinking of you, and you get over curious, and join a livestream of the boy you like. Just how will that go for you both!? WC 10k!

Based on Pornstar Satoru- Playlist- Chapter Two (coming soon)

Chapter One

Satoru Gojo was one of the most famous pornstars there are, and the baddie arched right in front of him, sucking on one of the other most famous stars’ cock - Satoru’s best friend Suguru Geto - shows exactly why he is. When he slams his latex covered cock so deep inside her she screams, squirting all down his cock while she chokes down Suguru…

That’s not just for the camera.

Satoru knows every spot on his co-stars, shouldn’t it be fun for them too? He never would let a single one of them not cum several times, hence the long, long line and insane demand he has. The amount of onlyfans collab requests he gets, along with shoot after shoot, he has to be extremely picky, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t eat up how desired he was.

Even now, he winks right into the camera, knowing how many people were watching this livestream, gripping his costar’s hips and slamming his cock so deep, while Suguru is gripping her face delicately, moaning. Blue eyes and violet eyes meet the camera, dual smirks while they make this girl shatter for them, until they know it’s time for the money shot.

She’s eagerly on her knees, at the most perfect angle in the room they use as a stage, fully lit with pro lighting, and the comments and tips from this livestream are going insane, all while she looks up at both of them. Satoru takes off his condom, while she strokes him, sucking his cock and then Suguru’s, so huge and heavy, though Satoru loves to brag that he’s just a little longer, and Suguru brags he’s thicker.

They love competing, including who cums more, both of them moaning, though Satoru is a little more occupied with how good his abs look in the camera, fuck they’re glistening really, as she starts jerking them off now with practiced hands. Suguru looks at Satoru then, brushing back dark locks.

“I’m gonna cum way more than you this time.” He murmurs, so that the camera’s couldn’t hear, but the girl stroking them giggles a bit, clearly fucked out.

Satoru stretches his arms up, folding them behind his head, as the strokes get faster, as she laps up his milky precum from his perfect pink tip. “Nah, no way, I will this time.”

i don’t give a shit that he’s 6’2 i want him MOANING and WHIMPERING

You’re sitting at the kitchen table, scrolling through your laptop, hoodie sleeves pushed up and a spoon dangling out of a half-eaten yogurt cup. It’s very peaceful in the apartment except for the hum of the fridge and the occasional click of your keyboard. Toji’s across the room rummaging through cabinets like he’s on some mission, muttering something under his breath about the coffee being too damn weak.

And then out of nowhere, he’s standing behind you.

You don’t hear him move until a hand drops onto your head. Not rough, but heavy— warm, calloused fingers sliding through your hair like it’s the most ordinary thing in the world. No warning. No explanation. Just… there.

You freeze, your shoulders tensing slightly at the feeling, eyes widened as you slowly look up at him. He’s not even looking at you. Still focused on the cabinets like he’s multitasking. Like this random act of affection is just another thing on his to-do list.

“Toji?” you whisper, confusion evident in your tone.

“Hm?” he hums, dragging his hand down and brushing some stray hairs behind your ear.

“What’re you doing?”

“Petting you,” he says boringly, flat like it’s obvious. “You’re soft. Calms me down”.

Your mind blanks entirely. When his eyes finally drop to meet yours, they catch the faint flush coloring your ears and he just smirks, rubbing his palm a little slower over your head now— ruffling your hair like you’re some nervous stray he’s trying to tame.

“You’re weird,” you mumble, trying to hide being flustered.

He shrugs. “Takes one to live with one.” And then he walks off like nothing happened, leaving you sitting there, comfused and yogurt spoon still in hand and he didn't even get his damn coffee.

Being a bartender in a quieter part of Musutafu has its moments, both good and bad. On the bright side, you’re spared the chaos of a packed bar—no drunken brawls or rowdy crowds to fend off. Working the late shifts means most of your time is spent polishing glasses, listening to the occasional slurred confession from customers—a weary father, a troubled lawyer, and, most recently, the weight of a hero.

A rather loud and explosive hero—if you must be specific. The rising star, Dynamight.

The first time he stumbled into the bar, you nearly jumped out of your uniform. He wasn’t in costume—no glaring orange cross suit, no heavy boots announcing his arrival. If not for the scar beneath his eye, you might have convinced yourself he was just another stranger looking to disappear into a drink.

His eyes were nothing like the ones splashed across television screens or plastered online. They weren’t fierce, burning with determination. Here, in the dim light, the red of his irises looked almost muted—tired.

“What’re you staring at?” His gruff voice snapped you back to reality. You met it with a practiced smile, an apology slipping out as easily as it had countless times before.

“What would you like to order?” you asked, keeping your gaze elsewhere. He seemed to bristle under direct eye contact—understandable, considering he was used to criminals shrinking away in fear or fans bashfully averting their eyes.

“Whiskey,” he said, settling into the seat across from you. Simple. Even in exhaustion, he was still Dynamight—unyielding, unwilling to retreat, even here, in a small bar at the edge of the town.

Garden Injuries p.2

—in which you wake up after being out for three days from fever, only to find Sukuna waiting by your side. He's rather eager for you to heal... for many reasons.

A/n: I really wanted to write this but like I want to implode because I kind of fucking hate it?? Also, should I make a taglist??????

<< part one

Garden injuries, Sukuna R.

—in which you’re Sukuna’s gardener (future wife), and you accidentally injure yourself. And hide it from him. But he finds out anyway.

Part two >>>

A/n: I need ideas, help help help help

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ IT’S OKAY, YOU’RE GOOD.

I’ve always had this angsty roommate trope with Toji in the back of my head— where the reader is a college student who gets kicked out by her parents and is forced to share an apartment with someone else because you can’t afford a place on your own.

Somehow, you either got lucky or unlucky and ended up living with an older man who’s nearly as old as your own parents.

But he always minded his own business, and the two of you only exchange brief hellos and the usual polite pleasantries. You’d think living with an older man might be weird or even a little fucking creepy, but it’s clear he has no interest in you in that way.

The thing is, you have a lot of unresolved issues and wasn’t treated the best growing up, leading to a lot of personal problems and issues. As the days pass, you and Toji start talking more, gradually getting used to each other’s presence while still maintaining a respectful distance.

He didn’t seem to have a lot of hobbies— just a typical older man working the usual 5 to 5.

You had no idea what his job was, nor did you care enough to ask but he had a fond of working out— considering that most of the time when you get home from your part-time, you’d find him in the living room doing push-ups or bicep curls while half-watching some random horse racing show on tv that you’re 100% confident that no one else cared to watch.

wrote this on a whim bc i love being a loser :3

gojo making dork!reader give him head in the empty lecture hall, "let's train this throat for the next time, hm?" he coos, slapping his cock against your face as you obediently open your mouth. there's no other noise except for your own gags and whimpers as you shove his fat cock deeper and deeper into your mouth until his red mushroom tip hits the back of your throat.

"good fucking girl," he grunts, sharply sucking in a breath of air through his teeth. "bet the others would kill me if they found out i got you out here alone with me."

that thought alone makes your cunt ache for some stimulation as you move your hand between your legs, fingers softly tracing the outline of your slick lips suctioned against the lacy black fabric as you thought about what they might do to you.

no, there isn't a doubt that they'd fuck you until you're crying, gushing around one of their throbbing dicks and making gojo watch the whole thing.

the truth is, gojo loved making you give him head, he could never get enough of feeling your plump lips wrapped tightly around his shaft, and your warm, wet tongue swirling around the head of his cock. he wanted to keep your mouth all for his greedy self. he grabs a fistful of your hair from the back of your head as he pushes it toward the base of his cock, his pubes nuzzle the tip of your nose as spit drips from your chin and onto the wooden floors.

you squeeze your eyes shut, trying to keep the tears burning in your eyes from spilling. your mascara's already smudged and lipstick ruined, staining his shaft a shade of red. when you blink your eyes open just enough to look up, gojo's icy blue gaze meets yours. he throws his head back with a groan, hips twitching. "perfect, aaah—fuckin' throat." his low groans make your cunt clench desperately around nothing, slick dripping and clit throbbing in sync with every sound he makes. you feel his foot next to your knee and you don't even hesitate to position yourself above it, grinding down on his polished dress shoe while your head bobs back, lips glossy with spit slip off his cock so you can mouth at his balls instead, sucking them into your mouth with a wet pop.

gojo looks down at you with a lazy smirk, his hand landing in a sharp slap against your tear-streaked, mascara-smudged cheek. "you were hungry, weren't you, baby?" he murmurs, voice thick with arousal. you smile up at him sweetly before dipping your head back down, lips parting to swirl your tongue around the flushed tip of his cock. you lap up the salty beads of precum that leak from his slit like you're starved for it— because you are.

he notices the way your hips subtly grind against his foot, and with a grin, he lifts it, just enough for the tip of his shoe to press right up against your needy clit. the friction makes your breath hitch, but you don't stop. gojo wraps a hand around the base of his dick and slaps it against your waiting tongue, watching the spit fly.

then he grabs your head and presses down, burying every inch of his thick cock into your mouth and throat until your lips are snug around the base. he groans low in his chest as he unloads, hot and heavy, straight down your throat, forcing you to swallow every drop of his cum. when he finally lets go, you lift off him with a gasp, a thick string of spit and seed stretching from your lips to the tip of his dick. your mouth is still full, glossy and messy.

"up." he commands, you raise yourself up off of your knees a bit as gojo leans in, grabs your chin, and kisses you, his tongue sliding past your lips to taste himself on your tongue.

if you asked me what i want most in life i would say world peace, and then if you asked me what i really want most in life i would say fiancé!satoru being so obsessed with your engagement ring that he only wants handjobs for a week!!!!

its the pretty jewels moving up and down on his cock with your hand, of course, its mesmerizing! he's always thought your hands were so pretty, but now that your left one is decorated with a (ridiculously expensive) ring that he had brought, just the sight alone makes his dick jump...

so, once you get home from a late night out together one night, you had put satoru to sleep one time with a handjob. and as he was laying back and watching through his pretty lashes as your ring moved up and down with his building pleasure, he got a taste for your touch in a way he hasn't known before.

he was so obsessed with your ringed fingers wrapped around his cock that he wasn't even embarrassed when he came within minutes.if nothing else, the sight of his sticky cum dripping down over your ring was enough to turn this into a thing.

you don't know whether to be offended or not when the next night, you're kneeling down between his spread legs and itching for a taste of him, when he asks very sweetly if you could use your hand instead.

˖ 𑣲 reblogs and comments are always appreciated ma girliies <333

part.1

virgin!nerdjo barely got the tip inside you before white-hot ropes of cum were already spilling from his cock.

his face burned a deep, humiliating red, frustration twisting his features. “shit—fuck, i'm sorry, i—” he was mortified :(( this wasn't how it was supposed to go. he had reviewed the literatures (even forums!!), constructed theoretical models, simulated countless scenarios in the deep recesses of his mind—but none of them accounted for this. for failing at frame one. he buried his face in his hands, mumbling about how fucking useless he was, how he didn't deserve to touch you—

but virgin!nerdjo shut up real quick when you kissed his temple, soft and sweet, whispering that it was okay, that you could try again when he got hard. statistically, he had prepared for ridicule, for you to laugh or sigh or at least look disappointed—but instead you were kind. his chest ached, overwhelmed by the sheer improbability of it all.

you kept pressing those gently, featherlight kisses on his face as you saw sweat beading along his temples as virgin!nerdjo's mind spiraled—because what do you mean he came, and you didn't? what do you mean he got to feel good, and you didn't? not happening.

his gaze flicked to his desk, to the scattered notes, the open textbooks, the half finished equations—

virgin!nerdjo snatched his bic pen up before he could second-guess himself, adjusting his glasses (because god forbid he couldn't see a thing without them) and told you to stay still. your brows knitted in curiosity but you obeyed, eyes tracking the cool, smooth tip as he brought it to your lips. he traced them first—the same way he would annotate an important diagram. then down, slowly, as he imagined his tongue would if he wasn't still too flustered to use it. he skimmed it over your throat, down your sternum, circling each nipple before pressing the cold plastic directly against one. you whimpered—the contrast of the icy bic pen against your burning skin sent a shiver up your spine.

virgin!nerdjo continued lower, hypothesized. his glasses slipped down the bridge of his nose as he drags the pen over your stomach, past your belly button, until he reached the soft skin of your inner thighs. he hesitated, only for a second.

virgin!nerdjo swallowed hard, his free hand adjusting his glasses as he pressed the cold tip firmly against your swollen bud. you jerked beneath him. he took a sharp inhale before he began circling it in slow, teasing motions. his earlier embarrassment melted into something hungrier, completely focused on your helpless moans.

virgin!nerdjo ran the smooth plastic length between your slick folds—not pushing in, just gliding, experimenting, observing. he swore he could feel the warmth through the bic pen itself, feel the way it picked up your slick with every pass. 

virgin!nerdjo had a pretty shade of pink creeping down his neck as he used his trembling hand to spread your legs wider. bringing his index and middle fingers together to press against your puffy lips, trapping the bic pen between them. a choked whimper escaped your lips as your arousal smeared against the plastic, against his fingertips—warm and wet and so much—and when a choked whimper escaped your lips, his head spun.

virgin!nerdjo had never seen anything like this before—never imagined anything could be this erotic, this intoxicating. he was supposed to be the one making you feel good, right? then why did he feel like he was the one getting unraveling here? cock throbbing—still sensitive, still sticky—but already trying to get hard again.

virgin!nerdjo kept going, his movements more purposeful now, rubbing the cold tip over your clit in slow, firm circles—memorizing every little movement, every choked moan, every twitch of your hips as you desperately chased more friction.

virgin!nerdjo was losing it, breath shuddered as he pressed the tip down again, drunk on your reactions. he wanted to devour you. taste you. he was supposed to be embarrassed, supposed to be ashamed—but all he could think about was how pretty you looked like this. he wanted to combust. he wanted nothing more than to hear your little moans, and see your hips jerking. the way you whined his name was enough to send him into another full-system crash. his pupils were so blown, you could barely see the pretty shade of blue in his eyes.

virgin!nerdjo has his glasses entirely fogged up, breath coming out in short, choked little gasps. his white fluffy hair stuck to his forehead in a disheveled mess as he worked you up—over and over and over. and when you were teetering right on the edge when your moans turned high and desperate—he stopped.

virgin!nerdjo shouldn't find that hot, he wasn't even edging you on purpose!! he was just…entranced. the way your body tensed, your lips parting in frustration, fingers twitching as if you were trying not to grab his wrist and force him to keep going.

oh.

maybe virgin!nerdjo wasn't so bad at this after all.

☆゙ ꒰ᐢ⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝ᐢ꒱⸒⸒ ˚⊹ᰔ

You didn't even know how this happened and if you were in your right mind, you would be embarrassed to no end, but somehow you ended up laying in fratboy! Satoru's bed with him on top of you making out, and god who knew what would happen after a few drinks at one of his parties?

But even now you still were wondering why his kisses felt so passionate, why his hand on your waist held you so securely and steady and why were you imagining a faint blush on his cheeks?

What a few drinks do to you, huh?

"Fuck, you are so hot..." he was mumbling into your lips while his other hand explored your body. You felt yourself burning up at his words and after a small whine escaped your lips, he chuckled while creating a small gap between you two.

"Says you..." a poor attempt to flirt really, but it did draw a small laugh from him.

"Soooooo..." he started to lightly pull at your shirt and a bit of panic ignited through your body. "Is this okay?"

He stopped in his tracks and looked at you through his dazed eyes. Blue eyes. Really, really pretty eyes.

Fuck, why were people always judging other girls for spending the night with him? You would do it for the rest of your life if you could...

"Hey, if you don't want to, it's alright-" after your lack of response, the famous fratboy! Satoru really got nervous and looked at you with no of his usual confidence.

"No no, I want this but..." you cleared your throat while looking away. "Could you please turn off the light?"

He blinked at you two times. Then three times. His mouth slowly opening and closing again, making you feel smaller under his gaze and almost clutch onto your clothes. He then sat up while shaking his head. "Why?"

"Oh you know..." you followed him and sat up yourself, while letting out a nervous laugh. "Don't want you to be turned off."

...

That wasn't what Satoru wanted to hear, no never. He looked at you with so much confusion he genuinely thought you were joking at first. But when he saw your awkward smile he couldn't believe you really meant it.

"Me? Turned off? By you?"

"Oh I know how it is, sometimes the imagination is better than reality, I don't want to ruin the fun-" you let out another nervous laugh. You already ruined this didn't you?

"Me? Turned off? By you??" he groaned as he saw the genuine confusion on your face.

"I don't understand..." you muttered while he studied your face with a critical look.

"Listen to me sweetheart." he pulled you close again and you could just barely surpress the little sigh that was about to leave you.

"You're literally the most gorgeous woman I have ever laid my eyes on. And I won't be turned off by any part of you, okay?"

Now it was your turn to blink at him. And it was probably just the lightning, but he seemed even more red.

"You are telling that every girl." you accidentally muttered what was supposed to stay in the safe and deadly space of your head, but he heard it and now almost seemed to glare at you.

"Jesus we need to work on your self esteem." he started to hide his face in the crook of your neck, nibbling at the skin. "And I won't fuck you, if I can't admire you, just to be clear. I waited to long for this moment to not see you moaning my name."

Now you were really burning up, what the hell?

"Please, I just don't want this to be ruined by my not so great loc-"

"I waited to long, seeing you every day at campus, admiring you, listening to your sweet voice, to only get a dark room for my first time worshipping you."

"Gojo, stop it-" you felt like dying from his words, feeling him touching you everywhere wasn't helping you in any way. Even if you will dream of this.

"Satoru. You know the name." he groaned into the crook of your neck. "Sweetheart, I think we have to just cuddle for today."

It was stupid but your heart sank at his words because, fuck, you really did ruin it. "Is that so?"

"Yeah. I have to take you out at first so you get that I'm serious."

What a few drinks do to you, huh? If only you knew fratboy! Satoru wanted to ask you out since last year.

Listened to bed chem while writing this hehehe

Guys, look what I found...😻😻

EUGHHH SO GLORIOUS, PRETTY, BEAUTIFUL.🛐🛐

→Art credits to nek0zuu_ on X/twitter

♡ ⸝⸝ SIZE KINK

thinking about your boyfriend sukuna who has an insanely violent and nasty size kink. he’s so shameless about it, too. he just can’t help but admire the difference between you two.

sukuna absolutely towers over you, and his broad build is nearly triple the size of yours. his hands engulf yours whenever he holds them and his clothes? they don’t even slightly hold onto you, completely drowning your figure which for some reason makes sukuna’s cock twitch.

he’ll never try and hide his smirk when you have to ask him for help because he purposely left something completely out of your reach, or when he see’s the difference in size when you’re cuddled up next to him in bed.

and that’s what’ll set him off most of the time, starting to place hungry kisses on your neck as you murmur his name before moving on top of you and pinning you down, pulling his shirt off his body. then he does this thing where he’ll grab your smaller hand in his, gently tracing over the outline of his abs and you’re reminded just how big your boyfriend actually is.

the first time he pulled out his cock you were honestly a little scared. how was that going to fit inside of you? and sukuna’s reply was simply, “don’t worry, sweetheart. i’ll make it fit.”

and boy, he did. he had his tip alone stretching out your pussy, rubbing small tight circles on your clit to help you relax and adjust to his size. he was honestly pretty sweet about it, which is definitely not the usual for sukuna. but, seeing you try so hard to take his massive cock had his heart swelling, and his cock throbbing.

it wasn’t long before he had you in a mating press, pounding into your poor abused pussy and bottoming out inside of you. your moans and whines were like music to his ears as he watched the light bulge in your tummy, pressing down on it, “y’feel me, baby? fuck- you’re taking me so well, m’so proud.”

and for that, he’ll obviously reward you. he’ll make you cum again and again until a thick white rim forms on his cock, making sure to give your clit as much attention as your pussy as he stretches out your gummy walls, fluttering against him.

“you’re so beautiful like this, think i’m obsessed with ‘ya.”, he’ll say as he watches you cum down from your high, your eyes glossy and your lips parted, “i’m not done with you, baby.”

oh, boy.

© dollbrbie | don’t plagiarise or translate any of my work

I wish people would understand that not everything is for everyone to get. you will be left out of some conversations, a lot of art will not apply to you, you will not like things that people you like enjoy, and just because you cannot add to the topic of discussion or relate does not mean that it is not valued or worthwhile. the internet has coddled people to such a concerning extent that everyone feels like they need to vocally disagree with something just because they don’t get it. Knowing something, and genuinely getting it are not the same. NOT EVERYTHING IS FOR YOUUUUU

Explosions in the Rain - K. Bakugo

When you were four years old, you were physically Katsuki Bakugo’s greatest pain in the ass.

Your Quirk was Precipitation, which allowed you to control and manipulate water, but specifically water from the atmosphere or the air around you, such as the rain. For as long as you could remember, whenever Bakugo created those annoyingly loud and intrusive explosions of his, you would also gather the water particles in the air around you and drop water at his hands to stop the explosion. You effortlessly pissed him off to no end, especially when you would always stop him from bullying Izuku.

He hated it; how you got so used to stopping him from creating his explosions to the point where you could even predict when, where, and how he was going to use them. You read him like a book, and he despised it. He despised how well you knew him, despised how perceptive you were despite only being four and the same age as him, and despised how you made him feel weak.

When you were twelve years old, you were mentally Bakugo’s greatest pain in the ass.

It’s already been established for the past eight years that you had grown completely and utterly familiar with Bakugo and his Quirk. But twelve was a difficult age for everyone; most people were entering puberty, it was the time of inexperienced preteens doing things that they will regret later in life, and most people began to understand their crushes.

Bakugo wasn’t most people. When his heart raced whenever you spoke or bickered with him, he assumed that he was just getting adrenaline from “winning” the argument (he usually always lost in the end). Whenever his face reddened when you accidentally brushed his hand or touched him, he just assumed that he was angry. Whenever you defended Izuku from Bakugo, he always assumed that he was pissed because of the sole fact that you were defending Deku of all people.

When you were sixteen years old, you were supposedly Bakugo’s greatest pain in the ass.

You were both first years at UA, and despite your constant arguing, name calling, and childlike behavior with each other, everyone always assumed at first meeting that you were both dating but just had particularly strange ways of showing affection. They had even spread rumors that you were both dating--although you were both used to it, as the same thing used to happen in middle school.

You both denied those rumors, although deep inside of Bakugo’s heart, he did want those rumors to be true. However, even with the knowledge from the both of you that the rumors were false, most people still assumed that you were both in love. After all, you both always looked for each other during a villain attack and stuck to each other’s side. No one will ever forget just how fragmented your mental state was when Bakugo was kidnapped by the League of Villains, and how you cried when you and a few others managed to get him back.

When you were seventeen, Bakugo realized that you were never his greatest pain in the ass, but his greatest soft spot and weakness.

How absolutely heartwrenching your scream was when he basically died. How he felt his soul leave his body when you saw you bloody and unconscious. How he held you close when the war ended and you both narrowly survived.

And finally, finally, he realized that all this time, he never despised the feelings you gave him. He adored it, and he began to relish in it. The red on his cheeks and how you held his heart in your hands and never once dropped it. How he loved you.

When you were twenty-two years old, you truly became Bakugo’s greatest weakness.

Or perhaps we should change how we address him to Katsuki, as Bakugo is now also your last name.

The cold golden ring against your finger was a small yet impactful sensation, enough to make you tear up. You’ve always dreamed of this day, of getting married to the one you loved most. And standing right in front of you at the altar was your dearest Katsuki, who you refused to allow to wear makeup to cover up his scars. “Today, we are here to celebrate the knot of two wonderful young souls…” the priest began.

As the priest finished his long speech, Katsuki leaned in, and right before he kissed you, he muttered something. “You know, growing up, you were my biggest pain in the ass.”

“Same with you.” You murmured, chuckling breathily. His eyes softened before cupping your cheek with a calloused hand.

“I’ll love growing old with you just as much as I did growing up with you. I love you.”

He kissed you after those words, and finally, you eternally became Katsuki’s greatest weakness.

This was made on a whim, and this is also my first time ever writing for MHA…do tell me what you think of this lmao