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this may be a hot take, but i genuinely believe bakugo loves his women with some meat on their bones like girls with hips and ass and tits with some chub on their belly, that shit drives him wildddd.

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the current state of fandom needs to be old yellered immediately. im loading up the shotgun as we speak

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heyyy so ik i said i was gna update gol pari joon this weekend but unfortunately I have one of the biggest exam series coming up by the start of next week so i really wont be active :(( ill be back after mid june promise <3

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yo, you sellin? | h!sero

in which your plug is actually a cute boy.. so now you're down bad for weed, and him.

authors note: first sero piece ever!! this was requested! masterlist link here. for @soundtrqck who wanted sero content :c

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Single For The Summer

☆ katsuki bakugou x f!reader

★ modern au / social media / college au

☆ sfw / slow burn-ish / tension + banter heavy / reader recently single

★ word count: ~3k

☆ warnings: cursing, strong language, suggestive references, thirst traps, implied past relationship (reader), lots of yelling via text, one (1) very flustered bakugou

“Spotting sounds fun,” you said, quirking an eyebrow.

“But I already did my upper body sets. Mina said we were doing legs today?”

“She lied,” Bakugou said flatly.

Katsuki wasn’t crazy about social media. He was a young adult, he kept up with the times and all, but he mostly used it to check in on his friends.. When it came to his own profile? Zero posts. Decent profile picture, and the most basic-ass username he could think of: BK0420.

Still, when he had nothing to do, he’d scroll through random videos or tap through people’s stories without really thinking. It wasn’t his thing– but sometimes, it filled the silence.

Today, one post made the silence loud.

He was tapping through people’s stories, not even really paying attention, when he stopped dead in his tracks. 

There you were.

On Mina’s story, posing in the mirror beside her, with the same stupidly gorgeous smile he couldn’t get out of his head. You looked–God, you looked insane. Like you knew what this photo was going to do to him. 

But the part that really got him? 

#singleforthesummer @yn/ln

He muttered under his breath, “What the fuck...” 

He pulled his phone away from his face and closed the story for a second, blinking at the wall like it would explain what he had just seen. Then, he tapped back onto the story, clicking your tagged username.

His breath hitched.

Bakugou wasn’t the type to stalk your account on the regular – yeah, he thought you were hot, but he didn’t want to look at your boyfriend’s ugly face all the time. 

This time? 

No posts. No story highlight. Just a brand new profile picture – which was shamelessly a thirst trap.

You finally were done with that loser.

It was no secret – Bakugou wanted you bad. He never shut up about it. Whenever your boyfriend came up, Katsuki had two settings: pissed, and pissed-er. He made it very clear: he thought the guy was a total dick. Kirishima could probably write a book titled Shit Bakugou’s Said About That One Guy She Dates.

But now?

Now you were single.

Right on cue, a notification lit up his phone.

GC: [future dropouts + katsuki] katsuki:  y/n and her troll thing broke up?? kirishima:  BRO. KATSUKI. YOU GOTTA GET ON THAT, LIKE, YESTERDAY. kaminari:  need to ask  lmfao mina did you KNOW y/n was single and just decided not to fill bakugou in?? mina:  no, i knew she was single and wanted to announce the good news on her behalf with a hot thirsttrap when she felt ready yk kaminari:  LMFAOOO mina:  no because let me walk you through my mastermind - i knew fuckass katsuki would never hit her up unprovoked even if he knew she was single SO i figured a hot story was the perfect excuse katsuki:  ?????  when did they split mina:  like a month ago? thats when she told me at least

Bakugou’s jaw went slack. 

A whole fucking month?! And no one thought to fill him in? 

kirishima:  MINA….A MONTH????

Katsuki dragged a hand down his face, then dropped back onto his desk chair like someone had punched him in the chest. 

He glared at the screen again, thumbs hovering over the keyboard. 

What the hell was he even supposed to say? “Hey, you looked fine as fuck on Mina’s story, we should hang out”? Jesus.

He was in genuine disbelief.

mina:  ok hate me all u want but she was lowkey pulling hella huzz and i didn’t wanna mess up her game sero:  not for nothing bakugou is a little late to the game LMFAOOO mineta tried to hit her up like three weeks ago when he heard. also she posted about it on her spam account a MINUTE ago

“Fuck all the way off…” Bakugou muttered out loud. 

What the fuck was a spam account? 

And why the fuck was he not following it to see these VERY IMPORTANT life updates of yours?

katsuki: what’s the @ ? katsuki: I’m so fr if one of you doesn’t put me on, you’re all dying

Bakugou never ended up sending you that message.

 It’s not that he didn’t want to – he just genuinely had zero idea what to say. He had plenty of encouragement; his friends constantly advised him on how to approach you. But honestly? You being single didn’t take the pressure off. It just made it worse.

And Mina wasn’t helping when she reminded him, “If you don’t make a move on her, someone else will. Trust me. She’s shown me.” 

So now?He didn’t have to worry about your sorry-ass ex-boyfriend anymore. 

He had to worry about how many guys were slumming it in your DMs.

Great.

This was the issue that had taken over Katsuki’s mind. Doing chores, he wondered what to say to you. When he saw his friends, he asked them if there were any updates on you. When he lay awake at night, he contemplated what could come from a bold message to you. Even now, at the gym, mid-workout, getting himself situated at the pull-up bar, he was still thinking about it. About you.

And then a familiar voice cracked through his headphones.

“Oh my gosh, Bakugou!” He shot up an eyebrow and turned around, scanning the area for the voice when he very quickly noticed a pink silhouette speeding toward him, waving happily. 

“Oh-em-gee, what are you doing here? This is such a fun coincidence!” Mina waved her hands around while she spoke, making dramatic expressions and overcompensating for something she was obviously hiding. 

He stared at her, deadpan, “You stupid or something? I come here at the same time every day. You know this, idiot.” 

He turned back around, reaching up to start his set, but kept half an ear open. If she wanted a favor or a sparring partner, she could just say it.

“That’s so true! That’s so true,” Mina nodded frantically. “I must not have realized it when I showed up! You always work out at this time!” 

She was lying. Badly.

“Why are you talking to me right now?”

Mina’s eyes widened. Then she crossed her arms and let out an over-the-top huff, pouting as she stood. “Jeez! Sorry for wanting to have a chat with my good friend at the gym! Gosh!”

“Yeah, well, if you really just wanted to chat, you wouldn’t be acting so damn weird. Do you need something from me, or are you just-”

“Girl! You left me at the stairmaster! What the fuck?!” 

Another voice cut in from behind him – and Bakugou froze. Completely caught off guard.

Mina’s annoyed pout shifted into a mischievous grin as she tilted her head and waited for him to let go of the bar and turn around.

  “Sorry!” she called back, chipper. “I just went to use the bathroom and you’ll never guess who I ran into!”

Bakugou dropped from the bar, already snapping his gaze back at Mina, when he saw you trailing behind her with a pissed off look…and a really flattering gym set that made him question his entire life. 

“You’re fucking dead,” Bakugou said, just loud enough for Mina to hear.

She ignored his comment, stepping aside like she was presenting a prize on a game show to make some space for you.

“Ta-da!” she whispered under her breath.

You finally caught up, giving Mina a flat look before turning your attention to the guy she “ran into” – only to freeze for a half second when you realized who it was.

“Oh,” you said, catching yourself mid-step. “I didn’t know you worked out here.”

Bakugou stared at you like you’d just roundhouse kicked him in the jaw. That set? That stupidly flattering gym set? He didn’t even believe in fate, but this felt like the universe had beef with him, clearly.

“Yeah. Every day,” he replied, trying to sound normal and absolutely failing.

You blinked. “Well, that’s cool. I just started tagging along with Mina a couple of weeks ago. It’s more fun to with a friend, y’know?” 

You gestured vaguely, then crossed your arms under your chest like you wanted him to break eye contact. 

Mina clapped. “Ugh, this is such a great coincidence! My two good friends, in the same place, lookin’ cute and sweaty – we should work out together! Or stretch! Spot each other! I’m just brainstorming!”

Bakugou gave her a look like he was mentally setting her on fire.

You, on the other hand, were trying to suppress a laugh. “Spotting sounds fun,” you said, quirking an eyebrow. “But I already did my upper body sets. Mina said we were doing legs today?”

“She lied,” Bakugou said flatly.

You shrugged before turning to Mina, “You lied?”

Mina placed a hand over her heart, gasping dramatically, “You two are literally so rude to me. You hate me. I know it. I try to orchestrate one beautiful moment of friendship and all I get is slander.”

“You’re so full of shit,” Bakugou muttered.

You tilted your head, studying them both for a moment. “Is that why you were acting weird? You knew he’d be here?”

He didn’t answer immediately–just stared at you like he was torn between punching a wall or sprinting out of the building. Then he scratched the back of his neck and muttered, “Yes. And she’s just annoying.”

You smiled – small, but real. “Thought so.”

A beat passed. You gestured at a bench near him. “Were you planning on using that?”

He blinked. “Uh–no. You can. Or we could…I mean–” He cleared his throat, straightening his posture. “Wanna finish our workouts together?”

Your brows raised slightly. Not a total surprise, but close.

“Only if you don’t wanna train alone,” he added quickly, looking away. “Not trying to invade your space or anything.”

“No, I wouldn’t mind!” you said, a little too fast. You caught yourself, smoothing it over with a calm shrug. “Yes, sure, why not?”

Mina looked at you two like she was watching her OTP become canon in real time. 

But then– buzz buzz.

Your phone lit up. You glanced at the screen and sighed. “Shit. I think I have to cut this short – it’s my boss. Work thing.”

Bakugou’s jaw twitched, but he gave a short nod. “Yeah. Go ahead.”

You gave him an apologetic look, gave Mina a little wave, then turned, phone already to your ear as you walked toward to exit.

Mina stared at you as you left like she’d just watched the final scene of a canceled show.

“NOOOOO,” she groaned, dramatically collapsing onto the bench. “COME BACK! MY DREAMS WERE LITERALLY COMING TRUE.”

But you were already out the door, not even looking back at the pair of them.

Bakugou sighed, picking up his water bottle from the ground and dragging a hand down his face. “You planned that whole thing, you’re not fuckin’ slick.”

“I was so close to greatness,” she groaned. “I could taste the sexual tension between you two. It was delicious. Like protein powder if it were crack.”

He rolled his eyes and turned away. “You’re actually so fucking weird. Remind me never to ask you to be my wingwoman.”

“Not true,” she grinned. “You have zero game! None! But, it’s fine– I’ll be officiating your wedding when my work here is done, thank you very much.”

Bakugou scoffed and muttered something that sounded like a threat.

Mina only beamed wider.

GC mina:  just want it on record that I watched bakugou and y/n EYEFUCK each other at the gym and end the conversation like nothing happened. katsuki:  that’s NOT what fucking happened kaminari:  excuse me????  context. Asap. mina:  [blurry chaotic photo of the two of them mid-convo.] Live footage, ur welcome all. kirishima:  OHHHHH SHIT!!!!! katsuki:  you’re actually psychotic.  when and why the fuck did you even take that mina:  doesn’t matter. You both looked hot. It’s actually a crime against humanity that the two of you didn’t start macking on the spot. kaminari:  i’m dead  she was right there and you still got no play??? yeah…this is going to take longer than we thought chat katsuki:  she literally had to leave because of a work problem  I invited her to join me and she said yes. sero:  ok?? if she wants you so bad then dm her Or even easier Just request her spam mina:  DUDE JUST FOLLOW HER SPAM She’s so fucking funny on there and she’s always posting HOT selfies. katsuki:  Yeah, not doing that. She’s gonna think I’m a fucking creep.  mina:  It’s not creepy, you’re just a pussy,  She posts the best shit.  I literally shed a tear whenever her selfies grace my eyes kaminari:  nah cuz if it were ME I would never let her walk out that gym without at least a number. katsuki:  i was literally in the middle of my workout trying not to blow up the place.  Can we drop this shit? sero:  if u don’t dm her i’m gonna do it and ask her for lunch Or i’m gonna steal ur phone and do it on your behalf katsuki:  do either of those things and we can fr square up. don’t try me. kirishima:  pause. You invited her. she said yes. And you STILL don’t wanna message her….. broplease i’m losing hope REF DO SOMETHING!!!! katsuki:  i swear to god i’m not in the mood She had to leave for work shit, that’s all. I wasn’t trying to make a fucking move. mina:  you can all just ignore him because he’s LYING THROUGH HIS MF TEETH. Yall were both giving each other that look. I saw it. it moved my heart katsuki:  bro WHAT ARE YOU EVEN TALKING ABOUT

Some days had passed since the last encounter you and Bakugou had, an event your good friend Mina was still living vicariously through.

“I just think you two look super good together,” she said, fanning her hand wet nails dramatically. “And, I promise you, there’s no harm in sending him a flirty little message. I’ll even give you his number if you want, I’d never steer you wrong.”

You laughed, glancing up from your phone as you both sat criss-cross on the floor of her dorm. She painted her nails with precision while you aimlessly scrolled.

“Okay, but I just broke up with Neito, what, two months ago?” you said. “I’m gonna look like a bop.”

Mina scoffed, rolling her eyes, “Okay, I love you, but literally no one was rooting for you two. Like, you know you were out of his league, right?”

You shrugged, flicking your thumb down your feed, “Hindsight’s 20/20.”

She clicked her tongue and leaned over, peeking at your screen. “$5 says you’re looking at his socials right now.”

You angled your phone away, “No.”

She raised a brow.

“.....Yes. Maybe. Shut up.”

She grinned smugly. “See? You like him. And he doesn’t even have any pictures posted! That’s how I know it’s serious– you’re pressed over a guy with zero selfies.”

You groaned and threw your head back against the side of her bed. “Girl– he’s hot, obviously, and we’re into each other or whatever. But he’s also like… a human grenade? He’s so intense. What if I text him and he blows up? I’m so serious, by the way.”

“You literally couldn’t be more wrong,” Mina said, chuckling as she slapped your arm lightly. “He’s one of my best friends. He only acts like that because he doesn’t talk to women. He gets all…intense. But he’s not a scary guy.”

“Yeah, maybe not to you,” you muttered, eyes flicking back to your phone. “Like, I feel like he could either kiss me or yell at me at any given moment, and I wouldn’t know which until it was happening.”

“Oh, so you’re complaining about hot sexual tension?” she teased, laughing out loud as the words left her mouth. “That man wants you. I’d show you receipts, but he’s my friend, so just trust me. He wants you and doesn’t know what the hell to do about it.”

Right then, your screen lit up with a new notification from your spam account. 

Someone had just requested to follow it.

You blinked.

Bakugou Katsuki.

“Mina.”

“What?”

“He just requested my spam.”

Mina nearly dropped the nail polish. “YOU’RE LYING.”

You scrambled to accept it, hands shaking. “I didn’t even know he knew I had a spam. My name’s not even on it.”

“Bitch, I barely knew you had a spam! This man is so deep in the trenches.”

You both stared at the screen like it had asked you a riddle.

“Maybe he followed by accident?” you offered weakly, already pulling up his profile to confirm it was real. Tagged in three posts. No bio. Same profile pic.

“Don’t even start with that,” Mina said, pointing her nail file at you. “Explain how you accidentally follow a locked spam with no name on it? He is invested.”

You didn’t respond to her, refreshing your screen until anything new appeared.

Bakugou Katsuki liked your post.

You tapped it.

It was on old mirror selfie. From months ago. You were posed provocative, all confidence and angles, captioned: “like if u want me.”

Suggestive. Flirty. Bold.

You blinked. “Mina.”

“Please tell me good news, I love good news.”

“He liked a thirst trap. From November.”

“Oh my GOD!”

You grabbed her by the wrist. “That means he scrolled. Like, really scrolled. That post isn’t even recent!”

“He’s digging,” she gasped. “He wants you so bad he’s literally excavating. Katsuki Bakugou is clicking through your spam account with sweaty gym fingers, doing research. I used to pray for times like this.”

Your heart was racing, you could barely even look at your phone. 

“What should I do?” you asked. “Should I post something? Should I hit him up?”

“You do nothing,” Mina said immediately, eyes wild as she shook you by the shoulders. “You should wait and let this man COOK. He’s plotting on you right now. He followed your spam and liked a single thirst trap from the archives. You don’t interrupt a man mid-plot.”

You laughed–half crazy, half sick with nerves. Your thumb hovered over your phone again. Nothing new.

Then: a message notification slid across the top of your screen

BK0420

didn’t know u looked like that off-campus.

you always post like that? or were you just hoping i’d see that one?

You screamed.

Mina screamed.

And somewhere, not far away, Bakugou put his phone face down on the bed. Heart pounding like he just ran a fifty-yard dash…and immediately regretting everything he’d ever said in his life.

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don’t mention it ｡°✩ k. bakugo

pov ; ur meanest classmate is… nice for once?

GN!reader

the bus was extremely loud today. the kids always talk, but never like this. it was loud, and annoying, and had you fidgeting with your rings.

it didn’t help that the only open seat was next to the meanest guy in your grade, probably even your school, bakugo katsuki.

you glanced up at him for a moment, he was looking outside the window with both his earphones in.

this is probably the calmest you’ve ever seen him.

“i can feel you staring.“

you start, turning back to playing with your rings.

“..sorry”

the view of your rings is blocked , and when you process that you realize you’re staring at one of katsukis earbuds.

you looked up at him, raising a brow as if to say, ‘yes?’

“wear it. you’ve been fucking around with your hands since the minute you got on the bus. it’s loud, just put it on.”

you smiled softly and briefly before taking the earbud, putting it on.

“when i come around” by green day was playing in it.

“you’ve got good taste.” you grinned, looking down at your shoes, to which you were met with a low grumble.

“thank you, bakugo.”

“don’t mention it.”

….

“and call me katsuki.”

[wonubby]

Omg please more Kiribati x fem I yearnnnn for it prettyyyyy PLEASIE

i promise after exams i will e writing more kiribaku shit

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wondering if you could write anything ohshc related???

AHHHHHH YESYESYESYEYSYESEYYSEYSE OFC OFC I WAS WAITING FOR THIS REQUEST PLS IM UP TO IT

[wonubby]

MY GOOD-LOOKING BOY

now playing ♫ good looking by suki waterhouse

IN WHICH you take care of your boyfriend who turns into an absolute toddler when he's ill.

wordcount: 753 words + text messages

timeskip!oikawa x reader

You knew that the minute Oikawa started complaining about his sore throat that it was over. You could officially say goodbye to your freedom. All of your weekend plans had to be canceled so you can take care of your fully grown boyfriend who has transformed into a helpless, miserable baby.

And of course if he went down, you had to go down too. ‘We're a package deal’ He would say. What an excuse.

When you walked into the house you were met with the sound of groaning and the sight of Tōru looking extremely pale with a mix of green with a reddened nose. He looked like Rudolph. “Help me.” He said dramatically reaching out to you as if he was about to take his final breath, his voice filled with congestion and two octaves lower than his usual tone.

You barely had time to set down the plastic bag from the counter before he crashed onto you with a grunting sound. He loosely wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his head on your shoulder. “Why did you get out of bed?” You asked as you leaned back slightly, pressing your hand on his forehead to check his temperature. Still burning hot.

“You were taking too long.” He mumbled, leaning his body impossibly furthur onto yours. You sighed and grabbed his arm, slowly guiding him upstairs to his bedroom.

“I thought you were never coming.” He muttered under his breath, speaking so lowly because of his sore throat. You couldn't help but laugh at him.

“I only took for 20 minutes.” You reasoned, struggling to keep him up as he leaned onto you with all of his deadweight.

“20 minutes too long.”

Once you arrived, he plopped down on the bed and stretched his limbs everywhere, taking every blanket his could find and stacking them ontop of him.

“How are you feeling?” You asked, already knowing the answer. You brushed his bangs back on his sweaty forehead, slightly pouting at your boyfriend's sicken state.

He grumbled and turned over on his bed, wrapping his arms around himself. “I think I'm dying.” He croaked out.

You scoffed and playfully rolled your eyes. “Quit being so dramatic, youre not dying.” You said as you fixed his position on the bed. “You have a fever.”

“Google told me I have 3 days.”

You jaw slightly dropped. “You trust google more than your pre-med partner?”

“Yes.”

“Tōru!”

“I'm SCARED.”

You tried to fight off the smile the made its way onto your face but you couldn't help it. He could be so annoying when he was sick, but he could be so adorable as well.

You grabbed the medicine and the water you bought from the store. Pouring some pills into your hand, you handed it to him and unscrewed the water cap for him. He reluctantly took the medicine then laid back on the bed after it went down. You placed a wet cloth on his forehead in hopes it'll settle his fever before the medicine kicks in. “Now rest. You really do look like you’re dying.”

He grumbled in response but did as he was told. He was fading out quickly. His eyelids were threatening to shut as he forced himself to keep them open and his cheeks were flushed pink from the fever. Tōru grabbed your hand and held it tightly against his chest.

“I love you so much,” He said drowsily. His eyelids were drooping and he seemed as if he was fading in and out of sleep. “The love of my life. My future nurse. My guardian angel.”

You shook your head and gave a short laugh. “You're just saying that cause I'm taking care of you.”

“Maybe,” He mumbled. “but it's still the truth.” He shut his eyes and stuffed himself further in his blankets.

You continued to sit on the edge of the bed, slightly pressing your body against his. Your hand found its way to his hair, brushing the brown locks back while your hand lingered for a seconds longer than it should've.

“My good looking boy.” You whispered softly as you gently played with his hair. “Still cute even when you're sick.”

A small smile etched its way onto his face. “Especially when I'm sick.” He mumbled, his voice thick with sleep.

You laughed then pressed a kiss onto his fevered temple.

“Yeah. Especially then.”

requested by @miiikooooooo !

©OCHACOCA 2025 | please do not copy, translate, or repost my work onto other platforms!

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since everyones been asking.... (yes i changed the title of chapt 3)

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btw i write for readers of all ethnicities in my fics! i never keep it at one, like rn my katsuki fic is iranian reader and im planning another fic after i finish that for a greek reader!!! if anyone has any request i would LOVEEEEEEEE to write for it!

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WHEN WE MET - R! ITOSHI

synopsis – meeting rin itoshi again on the mountain you once climbed together as kids was unexpected, especially when his heart had never stopped beating for you.

content warning – angst, angst, angst, angst, readers a bitch, Rin's heart gets broken, readers basically gaslights rin, did i mention angst?

I recommend listening to this song when reading, even if you won't understand it; you'll feel it.

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soft grazes of wind kissed rin's cheeks, pulling his shirt to the side, creating a ripple effect. it was an ordinary day for rin; he had finished his practice and now opted to sit on the bench of his favourite mountain.

it wasn't any ordinary mountain, no.

it was his mountain, their mountain.

the one he and the woman he still loved would climb late at night, sharing soft kisses and talking about nonsense. oh, how he missed those days.

now, all alone, rin could only wonder what she was doing, hoping that she would come back to this mountain and it would reunite them. leading them back into each other's arms, where they shared their most intimate moments together.

he knew it was unlikely. he knew she was out there, probably with someone else. but regardless, rin promised to wait. promised to love her wholeheartedly.

a ruffle was heard behind him; quiet and timid.

rin ignored it; barely anyone came to this mountain and that's why it made it so special to hi—

"rin."

no. it couldn't be... could it?

the boy turned around in a flash, eyes wide, hands shaking, and it was true... she was there. standing in front of him, a small smile plastered onto her face.

his eyes trailed over her figure, first focusing on her beautiful beady eyes, trailing down to her limbs. his eyes took sight of her hands; the ones that used to caress his head when he was distressed, the ones that fit perfectly with his. oh, how he'd move the stars to hold them again.

his eyes caught the glint of red on her hand. it created patterns of leaves and flowers, starting from her wrist leading to her fingertips. he identified it as henna, typically used for celebrating marriages and other—

rin felt his heart stop.

"did you dye your hands in celebration of our separation?" the words stumbled out of his mouth before he could stop them. he felt like he could be sick.

"are... are you getting married?" he questioned again.

a look of surprise made its way onto the girl's face. "god forbid! how could you even think that?" she chuckled, astonished by the boy's claim.

"then why? why are your hands stained red?" all of a sudden it was hard to breathe. he didn't like where this was going.

"rin, when i saw you departing, i wept tears of blood until it had soaked the earth beneath me, and as i used the tips of my fingers to wipe my tears, my hands were stained with blood, as you can see." with outstretched fingers, she smiled at rin.

tears welled in his eyes; he knew the truth, but for now, he let himself relish in her lies.

"it was nice seeing you, rin. i came because i had a feeling you'd be here, but unfortunately, i can't stay any longer." turning her back, she hesitated, just for a moment, as if her feet forgot how to walk away from him.

"will i be seeing you again?" he sobbed into the air. tension hung heavy between them, thick with pain, but only rin still carried it.

"it's best if we don't rin; you need to move on," and with that, she was gone.

rin's knees buckled, sending him straight to the ground, crying tears of suffering. after years of longing for reconciliation, he felt as if his heart stopped beating. a decade-long devotion turned delusion had finally been complete. the final page of his book was written with no happy ending.

the night ended, and rin had somehow made it back to his apartment, crashed out onto his covers in a puddle of his own tears.

as he awoke from his slumber, he checked his phone, greeted with the news that further broke his heart.

"Ex-Lover of Rin Itoshi Shares Engagement News in Intimate Post.”

he felt more tears come from his eyes. they were different this time; they were thick and heavy. as rin went to wipe his face, he was hit with the smell of something metallic. he looked down at his hand in question, only to see that his hands were now stained with a crimson red colour that belonged to his heart.

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BOOM SHAKALAKAAAAAAA YES GAWD

Hey neema! Can I request Reader and Kirishima blatantly flirting with each other all the time, but neither of them doing anything about it because they're insecure and then Katsuki gets fed up with it and starts jokingly paying attention to Reader so Eijiro finally grows a pair

Red Riot, Green Light

Kirishima’s arm is solid under your fingers as you trace a lazy circle over his forearm, feeling the shift of muscle beneath his skin. His usual sleeves are rolled up, and honestly? It’s a tragedy that he doesn’t wear tank tops more often.

“You’ve been working out more,” you murmur, watching the way his bicep tenses when you drag your nails lightly over it.

Kirishima grins, flashing those sharp teeth of his. “Not really. Just maintenance. You know how it is.”

“Oh, yeah,” you say, voice dripping with sarcasm. “I totally understand the struggle of keeping my perfectly sculpted muscles in check.”

He chuckles, shaking his head, but there’s a slight pink tinge creeping up his neck. “Hey, I can always train you, if you want.” He flexes his arm under your touch like a total show-off. “I promise to be gentle.”

Your eyebrows lift. “What if I don’t want you to be gentle?”

Kirishima coughs. Actually coughs. Like he just choked on air. You bite back a grin as he scrambles for a response, red climbing up to his ears.

Across the table, Katsuki groans, slamming his hands down loud enough to make both of you jump. “You two make me sick.”

You blink at him, confused, still lightly touching Kirishima’s arm. Your hand hovers there for a second before you lean back in your chair, giving Katsuki your full attention.

“Sick?” you echo, feigning offense. “We’re just talking.”

Kirishima nods quickly. “Yeah! Just talking.”

Katsuki levels the flattest, most unimpressed glare you’ve ever seen at the both of you. “You’re not just talking. You’re practically fucking flirting in Morse code at this point, and I’m done watching you idiots pussy out.”

“Wha—?!” Kirishima’s entire face goes red. “We’re not—”

“You are.”

“We aren’t—”

“You are,” Katsuki snaps, pointing a finger at him. “And it’s pathetic.”

Kirishima looks at you, eyes wide and pleading, as if you’ll back him up, but you’re more entertained than anything else. “I mean,” you say, giving a slow, dramatic shrug. “I think we’re pretty charming, actually.”

Katsuki rolls his eyes. “Yeah, no shit. That’s the problem.” Then, his smirk turns sharp. “Maybe I should do something about it.”

Something in the air shifts.

Kirishima straightens in his seat, looking suddenly alert. You narrow your eyes, sensing trouble.

Katsuki tilts his head slightly toward you, a lazy grin stretching across his face. “Since he’s not gonna do anything about it, maybe I should.”

Then, he winks.

You blink. The world tilts for a second.

“Wait—” Kirishima starts, voice suddenly rougher.

Katsuki ignores him, sliding his chair closer to yours with an easy confidence that makes your stomach flip. He braces an elbow on the table, resting his chin on his palm as he gives you a slow once-over.

“So, sweetheart,” he drawls, in a tone you’re pretty sure no one has ever heard from him before. “What’s it gonna take to make you mine?”

Your entire system blue screens. Kirishima visibly jolts like he just got electrocuted.

“I—” you start, unsure whether to play along or explode from sheer what the fuck energy.

Katsuki doesn’t give you the chance. He reaches over, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, and grins when Kirishima clenches his jaw hard enough to make a noise.

“Oi, Red,” he says without looking away from you. “You had your chance. You gonna step up or let me have ‘em?”

Silence.

Thick. Charged.

And then—

“No.”

One word, but Kirishima’s voice is rough, certain.

You barely have time to process it before he’s shoving his chair back, standing up so fast it nearly tips over.

He’s close—inches from your face, the heat of him radiating off in waves. His pupils are blown wide, jaw tight, hands clenched into fists at his sides. His entire body practically vibrates with restrained energy, as if he’s one second away from—

Katsuki smirks, pushing himself up to leave. “About damn time.”

You barely register him leaving because Kirishima is still right there, gaze locked onto yours, expression something fierce and unshakable.

“You’re mine,” he says, voice low.

Your breath hitches. “Eijiro—”

He leans in, so close his lips nearly brush yours. “Tell me I can kiss you.”

Your heart slams against your ribs. You barely get the word out before his mouth is on yours, and suddenly, neither of you are insecure anymore.

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THANK YOU SM FOR 1K NOTES WTF THATS CRAZY <33

another freaky bakugou thought of the day – 17+ only!

bakugou having a pretty girlfriend with glasses, who he loves soooo much! always cleaning them for her when they get dirty and pushing them right back up to the bridge of her nose.

he thinks his girl looks the prettiest with glasses, always complimenting and reassuring her when she gets self-conscious, but when she refuses to listen, there's only one thing he can do.

and he loves it.

"c'mon you can take it," he grunts, as you whimper, the words you wish to say being stuck at the back of your throat by his dick.

you're looking up at him, eyes watery and red, glasses slightly foggy, and hair wrapped around his fist in a messy ponytail.

fuck, you've never looked better to katsuki than now. he loved watching you turn into a mess around him, drool running down the corner of your lips.

you slowly push your head down lower, foggy eyes looking up at his, wanting his approval.

"doin' amazing for me, baby, fuck," katsuki choked out, head thrown back. his grip on your hair got tighter, unintentionally thrusting into your mouth, causing you to hit his thighs.

getting the hint, katsuki dragged you off. whimpering at the loss as you gasped and spluttered.

"kats, be gentle, pleaseee," you whined, feeling your throat burn.

a soft chuckle left his mouth at your expression, a cute little pout displayed on your fucked-out face. "'m sorry, baby. was it too much for you?" he mocked you condescendingly, his hand wrapped around his base as he nudged the tip of his cock towards your lips.

"open up. it aint gonna suck itself," he snarled. hand lightly making contact with your face.

a pathetic whimper escaped you as you stuck your tongue out, kitty licking his tip before taking it in whole.

"that's a good girl. taking me so well, shit," he breathed out. you pulled back slightly, sucking on his tip, knowing it was the fastest way to make his high approach.

katsuki couldn't help but thrust his hips up once more, eyes rolling back in his head at the sensations. "fuck, sweets. you trynna make me finish already?" his groans only encouraged you to pick up the pace, eliciting the sweetest and sluttiest moans from him.

he made the mistake of looking down at you, watching how your glasses covered the view of your beautiful eyes, slightly slanted with a small hand rubbing circles on your clit.

all he could do was groan, hands sparking slightly because of the pleasure. you felt so good around him; he wished he could live like this, reducing you to nothing but his cock warmer.

"shit, sweets, get off," he whimpered. ripping you off his dick once again before jerking it in his hand, back and forth.

you moaned at the sight, opening your mouth to suck around his head, pushing him to the brink of his high.

one last grunt left his lips before he came. white sticky ropes of cum hitting your face, staining your glasses, cheeks and tongue. the sight of him spilling all over you had your own high peaking, fingers coming to a stop on your sensitive clit as you jerked on the floor.

"katsu," you whimpered, eyes going cross-eyed, locked on the twitching dick in front of you.

katsuki's eyes finally opened, looking down at you before releasing another curse at the sight. quickly picking up his phone, he opened his camera, directing his still hard cock to rest on your tongue once again as he angled your face to look at the camera.

"that's it, there's my pretty baby. so fucking beautiful, covered in my cum," he smirked, snapping a picture before tossing his phone to the side.

katsuki picked you up by your underarms. placing you onto his lap to give you a searing, fervent kiss. you moaned into his mouth, tongue fighting for dominance only for yours to succumb under his.

pulling away, katsuki slowly licked at your cheeks, cleaning up the remaining sticky substance and removing your glasses.

"now, you feeling any better? not gonna spew any more nonsense about how you 'look so ugly' with these on?" he pressed, frowning at you in fake anger.

giggling, you place your head in the crook of you neck. "if it means i get to suck you off, maybe i'll keep calling them ugly." you teased, feeling his arms tighten around your waist.

"you damn brat," he huffed, flipping you onto your back.

"looks like i'm gonna have to teach you some manners now," he growled. before you could protest, his hard, throbbing dick was already aligned with your opening.

he poked it in slightly, hearing you gasp at the intrusion. "get ready, ya fuckin'' minx. it's gonna be a looooong night."

first time writing smut... kinda scared.