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saying to bakugou to get on his knees and beg.

a little as a joke, a little as a test to see if he will actually do it. he’s been asking to eat you out but in his usual way of staring you down and then demanding you to get on the bed. when you don’t move he nudges closer to you, kisses your neck, whines about that he wants to eat you now. it’s then you decide to test him. in your living room, a random show playing on the screen. you can see the lump in his shorts and you feel the same.

“get on your knees and beg for it.”

that has him pulling off you, a quirk of his brow to test if you’re playing or not. quickly, once you cross your arms across your chest, he realises you’re not.

“hah?” but it comes out like the last breeze on a windy day. breathless yet weighty.

“you heard me.” you reply, flicking your eyes up and down your pro hero boyfriend.

you’re aware he’d do anything for you. you’re wondering if anything stretches to this.

“you’re a fuckin… you want me to…,” he trails off, sitting up off you. his lower stomach heats. his cock twitches. he’s into this unsurprisingly. “fuck, baby.”

you don’t move but you look at him expectantly. like you know he will. your confidence makes his blood heat under his skin, his heart race with speed. you jut your chin to the floor.

always a stubborn man, he has to roll his eyes before he moves. even pushes out a huffy sigh and mumbles under his breath. “this shit you have me doin’.”

but he does it. manoeuvres his muscled, wide shouldered body onto the floor. onto his knees in front of your legs. your bare thighs spread on the sofa in your shorts… your pussy is right there. he can see your folds through the fabric since they’re so tight.

he’s got a muscle tank on and you see his biceps flex when he clasps his hands together. your favourite is how all his stubbornness dissipates away and he becomes completely and utterly yours.

when he opens his mouth, the corners of your lips spread to under your eyes in a smile.

“lemme eat it, baby. please. please let me. i’ll do it so good, get you comin’ on my face, screamin’ for me. baby.” it’s all a syrupy drawl, his gold tooth catching the lamp light with every word. he even leans forward to press a kiss to the flesh of your thigh.

katsuki on your knees for you. this is what dreams are made of.

he goes in for another kiss on your thigh, closer to between your legs. you place your palm on his forehead, pushing him off.

“you’re too needy. i didn’t even answer you,” you frown, lip curled.

bakugou doesn’t know where this version of you has come from but he thinks he loves it.

“my bad, baby. you’re just so gorgeous.” he grins with half lidded eyes. he wants to touch your calves, massage them, nibble hickies into your thighs and have your touch his cock.

but most of all he wants—, “can i eat you? promise i’ll lick you clean. any position you want. miss your taste, baby. please.”

you tilt your head at him.

“please, princess. my beautiful girl. the love of my fuckin’ existence.” he’s too fucking jolly. smiling away with these sleepy yet needy ruby eyes.

you stand up. he looks better at this angle on his knees. head up to look at you. he’s like a dog ready to scent you, by stuffing his head between your legs.

“fine. i want you to undress me then i’m sitting on your face.”

tigerpetals

⭑.ᐟ 𝓓𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ༄˖°. [SEPARATE PAIRINGS] toji x reader, nanami x reader, choso x reader, higuruma x reader

☘︎ 𝓢ummary: are you sure you’re only friends with benefits?

☘︎ 𝓦arnings: lower caps ⭑ f! reader ⭑ smut ⭑ porn w no plot ⭑ p in v ⭑ coming inside ⭑ confessions ⭑ brief nipple stim ⭑ clit stimulation ⭑ multiple positions ⭑ swearing ⭑ maybe ooc ://

☘︎ 𝓦c: 3.5k

☘︎ 𝓐uthor’s note: srry for no gojo i honestly struggle writing for him 🙁🙁 but i hope this isn’t corny yall i tried to make it kinda sweet

⭑.ᐟ TOJI FUSHIGURO

toji’s pounding into you from behind, his hands gripping your hips tightly. he’s breathing heavily, his face buried in your neck as he bites and kisses your skin. his pace is relentless, each thrust hitting that perfect spot inside you.

“ahh— s-shit, right there...” your body trembles with each thrust, your hands gripping the sheets desperately.

“fuckin’ love how tight you are...” he groans into your ear. “you’re so—haah—perfect for me...” he peppers kisses along your shoulders and neck.

you shiver at his words, the praise making your core throb. your hips move in a desperate rhythm, meeting his thrusts with a desperate need. “t-toji…” you stammer, voice strained and breathless.

he pauses at the sound of his name on your lips, his abs tightening. he presses his forehead against your back, breathing hard. “been thinkin’ about this. about us.” his voice is low, almost strained.

you pause for a moment, your breath hitching as you process his words. “d-don’t…” you push back against him slightly, encouraging him to keep moving.

he wraps his hand around your throat gently, not squeezing but holding you possessively as he fucks you. his other hand slides down to rub your clit in time with his thrusts. “stop pretendin’ this is just fucking...” he kisses your pulse point roughly. “… want you to be mine.”

“t-toji…” your body arches into his touch, your breath coming in sharp gasps as his hand on your clit and his words in your ear drive you wild. “don’t say things like that...”

his grip on your throat tightens slightly, the pressure and heat making your heart race. his pace becomes erratic and sloppy. “say my name again,” he commands, his voice almost pained.

“toji,” your body melts into his, hands gripping the sheets for dear life. the change in rhythm and the feeling of his grip on your throat sends shivers down your spine.

a low sound escapes him as he spreads your legs wider, adjusting his angle. “fuck, i love hearing that...” he whispers harshly.

your head drops back against his shoulder, eyes rolling back as the new angle hits that spot that makes your toes curl.

“you feel so good... so tight n’ warm...” he breathes, his face buried in your neck. he spreads your legs wider apart and lifts your hips higher using one hand, allowing him to thrust deeper and harder. he swallows back a moan. “you’re perfect...”

“stop... don’t say shit like that…” you pant out, your voice strained and desperate. your fingers dig into the sheets as you try to push back against him.

“why not?” his hips snap forward brutally. “you’re takin’ it so good... like you were made for me.” his grip on your throat tightens just enough to make your pulse flutter against his palm.

“been lyin’ to myself this whole time… trying to pretend this is just sex...” he admits, his pace becoming more urgent. he pulls out almost all the way before thrusting back in hard, making your body shake.

“toji!” you can’t think straight. can’t think about anything but the feeling of his cock stretching you open and the way his words make you feel so wanted.

hearing you cry out his name like that shatters the last of his control. he starts fucking you wildly, the room filling with the sounds of skin slapping against skin.

your legs shake uncontrollably as he pounds into you. you can feel the pressure building inside you, your inner walls quivering around him desperately.

his eyes snap open, pupils blown wide with desire as he watches your body arch and shake beneath him. he pulls out abruptly, flipping you onto your back and spreading your legs wide before slamming back inside. “look at me,” he demands hoarsely.

you look up at him with glassy eyes, your face contorted in pleasure. you see him hovering over you, his muscular arms caging you in, his hips moving between your legs. you clench around him impossibly tight, your hips bucking up to meet his thrusts.

his gaze locks onto yours. “that’s it… c’mon… come for me…” he orders roughly.

you throw your head back, mouth opening in a silent scream as you come undone beneath him. your inner walls clamp around his cock so tightly it almost hurts, your body shaking with the force of your orgasm.

your climax triggers his own release. he throws his head back with a deep groan as he buries himself completely inside you, pulsing as he fills you up.

for a moment, neither of you move— just lying there, the sound of heavy breathing filling the silence.

“fuck... love this pussy,” toji pants, still buried inside you, his hips making tiny grinding circles. “love the way you squeeze me... love how you sound when you come...” he kisses you hard. “...love you.” the words hang in the air between you, raw and undeniable.

your lips tremble, your resolve crumbling. you reach up, cupping his face, thumbs brushing across his cheekbones. “i love you too,”

⭑.ᐟ NANAMI KENTO

the mattress groaned beneath you as nanami drove into you with precise, deliberate thrusts— each one hitting that spot that made your vision blur, his grip iron firm on your hips.

your nails dug into his back, leaving red streaks as your thighs trembled around his waist, your body arching to meet each relentless stroke. “f-fuck— right there…”

a low groan rumbled against your ear, breath hot on your neck as he pulled back just to slam deep again. “you take me so fucking good—“ his hand fisted your hair, tilting your head back to expose your throat while his other gripped your hip possessively, guiding each brutal thrust. “like you were made for me.”

“kento…” a whimper escaped your lips, body melting into the mattress as you felt him hit that perfect spot over and over. your legs tightened around his waist instinctively, pulling him deeper.

his thumb pressed against your throat as his thrusts slowed, deep and punishing. “say my name again…” the demand was groaned into your ear, but something in his voice cracked. “you’re not just some fuck. you’ve never been.”

“kento,” your breath hitched at the tone in his voice, your heart skipping a beat. you knew this arrangement was supposed to be casual, but fuck, it never felt casual with him.

he buried his face in your neck, kissing and biting your throat as he fucked you. “god, i love how you sound when i’m inside you.” his hand slipped between your bodies to circle your clit. “love how tight you are for me.”

your back arched off the bed as he circled your clit, his fingers moving in perfect synchronization with his thrusts.

his grip on your hair tightened as his hips stuttered. “i should have told you sooner.” he slammed deep, holding you there as his thumb worked your clit faster. “this isn’t just— fuck— this can’t be just friends anymore…”

you gasped, your body tensing as you felt him hit that spot again and again. “d-don’t... don’t talk like that…” you panted, trying to push the words away even as your body betrayed you, clenching around him.

he let out a frustrated breath, slowing his pace deliberately, almost cruelly. “why?” his voice was low, strained. “why can’t i talk like that?” he withdrew nearly completely before slamming back in, making you gasp. “you think i don’t feel it? every time you look at me like that?”

your hips bucked up against him, meeting his slow, punishing thrusts with an involuntary shudder. “ah, f-fuck, kento…” you groaned, your head falling back, eyes fluttering shut.

nanami watched your face contort with pleasure, his chest heaving as he fought to maintain control. “look at me.” his voice was strained. “look at me when i’m inside you.”

your eyes snapped open, meeting his intense gaze. you saw the raw emotion there— desire mixed with something deeper. his hips rolled slowly, deliberately hitting that spot over and over.

“you feel so perfect around me,” he thrust forward deeply, his thumb still circling your clit. “i can’t get enough of you. of this.” his forehead pressed harder against yours, breath mingling. “you’re so fucking perfect.”

he leaned down and sucked your nipple hard, teeth grazing— his hips never stopping their punishing rhythm. “mmph…” the vibration of his groan sent shocks through you.

your body arched off the bed, back bowing as he sucked and bit your nipple, the sensation shooting straight to your core. his thumb on your clit was relentless, the wet sound of his mouth on your breast joining the slapping of skin on skin.

he could feel your pussy fluttering around him, gripping him tighter. he bit down on your nipple gently, tugging. “come for me… come on my cock.”

with a loud cry, your body convulsed, inner walls clamping down on him as you came undone. your nails raked down his back as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you.

nanami watched your face— the way your lips parted, the way your back arched off the bed— and something inside him snapped. he slammed into you erratically, chasing his own release, his face buried in your neck.

his whole body shuddered, hips stuttering, hitting deep repeatedly as he came hard, his breathing ragged. “s-shit...” the word was strained, almost pained.

he collapsed on top of you, his heavy breaths mingling with yours.

he stayed buried deep inside you, his cock twitching, slowly softening. his weight pressed you into the mattress as his breathing slowed. when he finally spoke, his voice was hoarse and quiet. “… i’m in love with you.”

your body froze beneath him. the words hung heavy in the air, and you could feel his heart beating against your chest. you didn’t respond immediately, too stunned by the confession. “kento…”

his voice broke slightly. “don’t act surprised. don’t act like you didn’t already know.” he captured your lips in a desperate, claiming kiss, his hands gripping your face tightly. “i love you.”

you kissed him back desperately, pouring all your unspoken emotions into it.

his voice cracked as he held you tighter. “i love you so much.” he whispered the words against your lips, his eyes burning into yours. “i’m in love with you.”

“…i love you too.” the words came out quiet, fragile.

something shifted in his eyes. he pulled back, gripping your chin, examining your expression. “say it again.” his voice was rough. “say it again. i need to hear you say it.”

“i love you.” your voice broke, fingers clutching his shoulders.

his pupils dilated, his expression softening completely. he kissed you again, slower this time. when he pulled back, his voice was hoarse with emotion. “fuck, i love you.”

⭑.ᐟ CHOSO KAMO

the headboard knocked rhythmically against the wall, the sound punctuating the heavy breathing filling the room. choso’s hands gripped your thighs, guiding your hips as you rode him. his eyes were half-lidded, watching you intently.

“fuck, you feel so good,” he groans, his voice strained and raw. “every time... how do you always feel this perfect?”

your pace quickened as you leaned forward, resting your hands on his chest, feeling the muscles tense underneath your touch. you looked into his eyes, your own filled with desire.

“i love you…” the words slip out so naturally that choso doesn’t even realize what he’s said until they hang in the air between you— heavy and undeniable. his grip on your hips tighten, almost like he’s trying to physically pull the words back into his mouth.

your rhythm stutters, thumbs pressing into his heartbeat that was suddenly racing. “choso…” your cheeks flushed under the dim bedroom light.

his hips roll up into yours desperately, chasing the friction like he’s trying to distract you— or maybe himself. his jaw clenches as he stares up at you, chest heaving. “don’t,” he breathes roughly, one hand sliding up your spine. “don’t say anything. just, fuck— just keep riding me.”

you continued to ride him, but slower this time. you bit your lip, trying to focus on the physical sensations instead of his words. you looked down at him, your expression conflicted. “you can’t just say that...”

choso swallows hard, his throat working beneath your gaze. “i know…” he grunts, hitting your sweet spot with a sharp upward thrust. his head falls back again, jaw tight.

“let’s... let’s just pretend this is real for tonight… okay?” a strained whisper escapes his lips. his fingers dig deep into your hips as he pulls you down to kiss you desperately.

“…fine.” you kissed him back with equal desperation, pouring all your unspoken feelings into it. your hands tangled in his hair as you rode him harder, faster. “just for tonight…”

choso groans into your neck, teeth grazing your skin as he loses himself in you. his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest as his hips buck up to meet your movements. “i love you,” he mumbles against your throat again, the words muffled and broken.

his hands grip your ass, pulling you down harder as his voice drops to a needy whisper. “you feel so good… so perfect.“ he kisses your neck sharply. “i love you.”

“ch-choso…” you moaned softly, your body reacting to his words despite your mind telling you not to. you pressed back against his lips on your neck, silently encouraging him. your movements became more desperate, breasts bouncing with each thrust.

choso shivers, his hips grinding up harder, deliberately hitting that spot over and over. his forehead presses against your shoulder, breathing ragged. “everything about you...” he breathes heavily, mouth dragging against your skin. “how you taste. how you make me feel. how you sound when you moan my name.” his voice cracks.

you’re completely lost in him now, making no effort to hide your sounds or your feelings. your body moves in perfect sync with his, your arms wrapped tightly around his neck. “f-fuck… dont stop….”

“never,” he rasps, tilting his head to kiss your neck. “i never want to stop.” his hips buck hard, hitting that spot again and again.

your body tenses, your inner muscles tightening around him as you get closer to your orgasm. your movements become more desperate, more urgent.

“s-shit, right there,” choso groans, feeling you tighten around him. “come on baby, let me feel you.” his thumb finds your clit, rubbing desperately as he fucks up into you.

you throw your head back, a loud, uncontrolled moan tearing from your throat as his thumb finds your clit. your thighs tremble violently, your grip on his shoulders tightening. “right there— oh god, right there…”

your orgasm hits hard, walls clamping down on him so tightly he nearly loses it instantly. “fuck fuck fuck—“ he pants, watching your face contort with pleasure. his thumb keeps grinding your clit through your climax. “that’s it…”

he buries his face in your neck as he comes undone, hips stuttering against yours as he fills you with hot ropes of his release. a broken whimper escapes him, arms wrapping tightly around you. “i love you... i love you so much...”

your body trembles as he fills you, the warmth of his release hitting you deep inside. you collapse against his chest, your breathing ragged and uneven, burying your face in the crook of his neck.

“say it,” he begs, voice breaking, hand still pressing against your pussy. “say you love me too. fuck, i’m losing my mind. tell me you love me.” his hips shudder, still riding out his climax. “please... just say it back once.”

you stay silent for a long moment before whispering hoarsely, barely audible above his labored breathing. “…i love you.”

“again,” he whispers desperately, pressing kisses all over your face— your forehead, your cheeks, your nose.

you squeeze your eyes shut, your heart hammering against your ribs. you feel his lips all over your face, gentle and desperate. your voice is nothing more than a choked whisper, breathless and trembling. “i love you, choso…”

⭑.ᐟ HIROMI HIGURUMA

higuruma’s hands grip your hips tightly as he thrusts into you, his breathing heavy and uneven. he leans down and kisses your neck, his teeth nipping at your skin.

your breath catches, a soft gasp escaping your lips as his teeth graze your neck. your nails dig into his shoulders, leaving red crescents as you arch your back into his touch. “mmph… hiromi…” you whine, head tilting to give him better access.

his jaw tightens at the sound of his name on your lips, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his eyes. “don’t...” he murmurs, voice strained. “don’t say it like that…” his fingers dig deeper into your skin, as if trying to ground himself.

“why not...?” you pant, hips moving in sync with his, meeting each thrust with a roll of your own.

he leans down and cuts you off with a kiss. it’s aggressive, almost desperate, his tongue dominating your mouth. when he pulls back, you can see the conflict in his eyes. “because it makes me want things i shouldn’t...” his thrusts become more deliberate. “keep it... keep it at this,” he breaths out harshly, refusing to meet your eyes.

you let out a soft sigh, your body melting back against the mattress, following his pace without protest. but your eyes remain fixed on his, trying to read his expression.

higuruma hears your sigh and misinterprets it, thinking you’re losing interest or that he’s not satisfying you. he suddenly lifts your legs over his shoulders, changing the angle so he can go deeper. “something wrong?”

you let out a gasp as he lifts your legs higher, the new position allowing him to hit deeper inside you. “n-no… it’s just...“

he cuts you off with another brutal kiss, his hands gripping your thighs tightly as he starts pounding into you relentlessly. “just what? say it,” his voice is rough, demanding an answer.

“i want... i want more than just this,” you whimper against his mouth, your body trembling with each powerful thrust. “i want you.”

he freezes, buried deep inside you. for a moment, he doesn’t move or breathe. then, slowly, he lowers your legs from his shoulders and wraps his arms around you, holding you close as he buries his face in your neck. “fuck...” he whispers.

his movements become desperate and uneven. he holds you tighter, as if afraid you’ll disappear. his kisses are frantic— on your lips, your jaw, your neck, your collarbone.

you kiss him back with the same desperation, your fingers threading through his hair as you cling to him. your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him deeper inside you with each thrust.

“god, you feel so good… so right. i’ve wanted you for so long.” he finally admits, his voice breaking with emotion. his hands roam your body possessively.

“hiromi…” you arch into his touch, your moans growing louder and more unrestrained.

“shit... hearing you say my name like that... it’s making me lose it.” he groans deeply, his rhythm faltering briefly before he regains control and starts thrusting harder and faster. “want to hear it again. want to hear you say it when i make you come.”

his thumb finds your clit with practiced precision, rubbing slow, deliberate circles. “that’s it... let me hear you.” he watches your face intently, drinking in every moan and shudder. “been holding this in for so long... pretending this meant nothing...”

your breath hitches as his thumb finds your clit, your back arching off the bed. you clench around him, your body trembling as you teeter on the edge.

“you’re right there, aren’t you? i can feel you tightening around me.” he hits that spot perfectly, his thumb never stopping its maddening circles. “come for me.”

you cry out sharply, your entire body convulsing as you come undone. your nails dig into his back, legs locking around him as wave after wave of pleasure crash over you.

he holds you through your orgasm, burying his face in your neck as you shake beneath him. he groans loudly, his own release building, grinding against you until you’re both trembling. “fuck... you sound so beautiful. say my name again. please.” his voice is muffled against your skin.

“hiromi…” you whimper, fingers tangling in his hair as you pull him closer, your body still shaking with aftershocks. “please...”

that’s all it takes. he comes with a strangled groan, his hips jerking wildly as he empties into you.

you wrap your arms around him, holding him close as you feel his heartbeat racing against your chest.

after a moment of catching his breath, he lifts his head, his tired eyes soft and sincere. his hand comes up to cup your face, his thumb brushing over your lips. “i love you,” he whispers, his voice barely audible.

you freeze, breath catching in your throat, your eyes widening.

he runs his thumb over your bottom lip again, his expression serious. “i do. i love you.”

you stare at him for a long moment, processing, before pulling him down into a desperate kiss. “i love you too.” you whisper against his lips, voice thick with emotion.

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foreverkirsteins

𝑫𝑶𝑵𝑻 𝑮𝑶 𝑩𝑨𝑪𝑲 𝑻𝑶 𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑨𝑺𝑺!

you’ve blocked him on everything, and email is unfortunately the only place he can go to ask for you back ; (does this count as a smau ?)

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ✿ ex!porco galliard , reader in college

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ✿ not really sure of anything that would be a ‘warning’ per say

From: [email protected]

To: y/n.l/[email protected]

Subject: Please don’t ignore

Hey,

I’m not really sure how to start an email to an ex-girlfriend but I hope “Hey” is acceptable. Maybe it’s too informal for email but you blocked me on everything else so here was my last option.

Also not really sure how to ask for forgiveness either but this is my attempt. And considering we broke up a week ago i’m guessing this is my last chance before you can find another guy

Please consider hearing me out. It was stupid of me to not make time for you and I especially understand that now that I don’t have you making out with me every other night and help me with well…everything. I miss you. I miss you being here, with me. I miss us. Trust me if you wanted me to quit the extra shifts at my mom’s, the smoking, hell if you wanted me to drop out I’d do it all in a heartbeat.

P.S: If there’s another guy already, please forward me his number and me and him can have a ‘talk’.

Please reply.

With love and regret,

Porco Galliard

From: y/n.l/[email protected]

To: [email protected]

Subject: Re: Please don’t ignore

Are you serious or high again?

You started an argument with me about me “being too needy for you” right before valentine’s day—which I was alone for, Porco— and your big grand apology email consists of saying you miss making out with me?

Trust me, you won’t have to worry about quitting all those things because we won’t be getting back together.

Go to hell and don’t bother sending another email either. I won’t read it.

Y/n L/n

From: y/n.l/[email protected]

To: [email protected]

Subject: Stop.

Porco, believe me when I say this,

Leaving me chocolates, my hoodie, flowers like were still together at my door won’t fix us back together.

And the note attached saying “P.S: Technically this isn’t an email. I still miss you.” is probably as idiotic as something can get and isn’t aiding .

P.S: You didn’t even use P.S the right way. This is how you use it, in a formal letter or email, not attached to a poor attempt at getting your ex back. And you used P.S right the first time how did you fuck it up now ???

With annoyance,

Y/n L/n

From: [email protected]

To: y/n.l/[email protected]

Subject: Re: Stop

I know you said don’t email again but you emailed first this time so this felt like a get out of jail free card.

I really am sorry I ruined your valentine’s day. I didn’t really think it was all that big of a deal. Which sounds worse than I meant but we can both agree I’m an idiot.

And if giving you stuff won’t get us back together, what will? Because to me that sounds like another chance and I’d really appreciate one of those.

Also because I never followed up to ask previously you’re not seeing someone else, right?

If you are please tell him I did boxing in highschool and serially got into fights (and am willing to re-hash that ability if it means winning you back.)

P.S: Sorry about my misuse of this last time.

Lovingly and panning for forgiveness,

Porco Galliard

From: [email protected]

To: y/n.l/[email protected]

Subject: My unfortunately stupid brother

Hi, Y/n!

I know we haven’t technically talked since you and Pock’s breakup but you liked my story the other day so I’m assuming this isn’t breaking any immediate boundaries.

I do seriously think you should give him another chance. He really is depressed without you. Clearly, because he’s an idiot, he didn’t realize that he can barely function without you when you were together. But now he does and is bitching to me about it every god damn day.

It is a little bit selfish of me to ask this because I want him to not complain and whine to me—about “I just wish she would give me another chance”, “Fuck, do you think she found another guy?” and “She’s too good for me. Fuck.”, trust me it gets annoying—but you understand just how relentless and pestering he can get.

Please, Y/n. I am begging you to at least try with him again. For my sake at least.

With best regards,

Marcel

From: y/n.l/[email protected]

To: [email protected]

Subject: Re: My unfortunately stupid brother

Marcel,

Respectfully, stay in your lane.

Look, I do not hate you, but trying to meddle with me and Porco doesn’t particularly come off as helpful as you think.

While it’s a sweet thing to do at heart, it doesn’t help me in the slightest to open my school email and see one brother begging, and another begging for him as if we’re middle schoolers.

If Porco is that desperate for a date, tell him to wait a month to at least let me think it over. I still have life, class, work, etc., and trying to get back with the asshole who called me “too needy” does not touch the top ten of my priorities.

P.S: Also tell him to stop having Pieck message me about our breakup as well.

Sincerely,

Y/n

From: y/n.l/[email protected]

To: [email protected]

Subject: Stop (2)

Porco,

What part of “let me think it over” is incomprehensible to you. I know Marcel told you what I said and I know the message of “leave me alone for a while” was clear. So why on God’s green earth do you continue toleave gifts outside my door?

Do you have any idea frustrating it is for you to ignore every single thing I ask of you?

If you want to have any hopes of us getting back together in the future, stop leaving gifts, stop emailing, stop getting your brother to email you, and stop getting Pieck to message me on Instagram because I know she’s not doing that on her own.

And so help me God, if Reiner asks me if I’m seeing anyone, then immediately pulls out his phone and texts you the answer after class again, I’m going to march to your apartment and shove a lit blunt down your throat.

P.S: This is not flirting. I know when we were together I got mad like this and you thought it was hot, but don’t take it that way. I’m genuinely upset and annoyed by you, Porco.

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To: y/n.l/[email protected]

Subject: It’s been a month

At risk of being repetitive,

I’m sorry. Please take me back.

this was so fun to write lol

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OOPS, WRONG CHAT

— poly!krbk x fem!oc

chapter 22 — DEJA VU

synopsis: you accidentally get added to the wrong class group chat during the start of the second semester (a class you aren’t even taking), but the people in it are weirdly entertaining so you decide to stay. what’s the worst that could happen?

⤷ ゛ ˎˊ˗ chapter summary: you and kirishima find yourselves in a familiar predicament, but this time it doesn't end badly

content: smau, college!au, eventual poly!krbk x oc, oc has a name

NOTE: there is a written section at the end—please read!

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“So,” Kirishima squinted at the monitor displaying dozens of colorful audio tracks. “If I accidentally press something…”

“Eijirou Kirishima.”

“....Yes?”

“If you touch anything without me telling you to…”

He slowly lifted both hands into surrender. “I’ll lose a hand.”

“You’ll lose both.”

He snickered, settling back into the chair behind the desk. “Yes ma’am,” he teased, flashing you one of his signature shit-eating grins. You rolled your eyes before slipping your headphones back over your ears.

“Okay, I’m recording this chorus one more time.”

Kirishima nodded along as you began to sing, features softening into something more intimate and tender. He’s heard you sing hundreds of times by now, with his favorite ones being you singing under your breath or absentmindedly while you work. It still stole the air from his lungs when he watched you.

“...And done!” You clapped your hands twice, tugging the headphones off and hanging it on the mic. “Thoughts, comments, questions, concerns?” You pushed the booth door open, stepping back into the main studio with an expectant smile.

“I think,” Kirishima said honestly, “you’re unfairly talented.”

You laughed lightly, reaching over to poke his forehead. “That’s not feedback.”

The redhead shrugged, smiling mischievously as he wrapped his fingers around your wrist and tugged you closer so you stood in between his open legs. “Sorry hun, that's all I got.”

You snorted this time, running your hand through his fiery crimson hair, heart fluttering at the way he practically melted into your touch. Since yesterday, when you all finally confessed your feelings, Kirishima’s been extra clingy, wanting to be around or touching you or Katsuki at all times. You didn’t mind it though—seeing him so content underneath your fingers was the most endearing thing you’ve ever seen.

“Katsuki was right,” you retorted, “you can’t give me the critique I need.”

Kirishima pouted at your words, bottom lip jutting out as he mumbled something unintelligible under his breath, looking up at you. “It’s not my fault. I honestly cannot find any issue with your music, everything you do sounds good to me.”

His words were said with so much sincerity it made your stomach flip, and the adorable pout on his face certainly didn’t help. You sighed heavily, mockingly, patting his cheek with your hand.

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” you muttered, lip twitching as Kirishima beamed. Your other hand came up, both cupping his cheeks, already flushed and pink. His hands traveled underneath your hoodie, settling on your waist, thumbs rubbing small, gentle circles against the skin. The gesture set your entire being on fire, body and soul, and it became difficult to hide what you were wanting.

“What’s going through that pretty little head of yours?” he mused. You took your bottom lip in between your teeth, not missing the way Kirishima’s eyes dropped to your mouth, pupils dilating a bit, but just enough to make your knees weak.

“Thinking ‘bout the last time we were here,” you mumbled timidly. “When it was just the two of us…” You trailed off, skin heating up even more as the pads of Kirishima’s fingers dug deeper into you. He stood up then, guiding your body backwards until your thighs came into contact with the desk.

Dazed, you glanced up at him, hands laid flat against his chest, then curling into the front of his shirt. “Kirishima…?”

He was gazing down at you, pupils blown now, trailing over every single feature, taking his sweet time and committing every detail to memory. His head dipped lower, stopping far enough to give you space to pull away. He met your stare head on.

“Wanna pick up where we left off then?” he said breathlessly.

You weren’t breathing at this point, body frozen like a statue, completely overwhelmed with the amount of heat and want in his voice. Beats of silence passed, and Kirishima’s smile fell, mistaking your lack of response as rejection, and he immediately pulled away.

“I’m sorry—was that too much? I didn’t mean to—mmf—!”

You jerked him back towards you, crashing your lips into his as a surprised squeak left him, his hands returning to your waist again, tugging you flush against him. The kiss was intense, knocking you back even further onto the desk, but you didn’t care and pushed yourself up onto your toes, hands desperately pulling him even closer.

Kirishima kissed you back with the same amount of fervor, maybe even more, a quiet sound slipping from his throat as he hunched over you, one hand slamming down onto the table to keep himself from completely falling on top of you.

His other hand left your waist to cup your jaw, fingers gripping and opening your mouth even more so he could kiss you deeper. The sensation drove you insane and you whined softly into him, the sound making him dizzy.

“Fuck,” he groaned against your lips, breaking away momentarily to catch his breath before he pulled you back in, barely giving your mind a second to catch up. You felt his hands move again, coming up underneath your thighs and you squealed as he lifted your body effortlessly onto the desk, legs automatically opening so he could stand between them, lips never leaving yours.

“Is this okay?” he mumbled between kisses. “If it’s too much, tell me to stop.”

You made a noise of protest, one leg coming up to wrap around his own, trapping him against you. He laughed breathily, trailing kisses along your jaw now and down to your neck. Your fingers brushed through his hair, nails scratching the back of his neck and gently tugging on the strands there. Kirishima suddenly choked on air, inhaling sharply as his grip tightened on your waist. His head dropped onto your shoulder.

“Shit—Shit, d-don’t do that,” he rasped.

Alarmed, you leaned back. “Sorry, did I hurt you?”

Kirishima choked out a laugh, shaking his head. “No, no hun you’re okay.” He sat up straighter, allowing you the opportunity to finally see him, and your mouth became dry at the blissed out look on his face. His strands were sticking up every which way, evidence of the assault your fingers did on his hair, his lips were red and swollen, parted ever so slightly to release the shallow breaths he was doing.

“I’m just…really sensitive,” he murmured.

You swallowed, breathing also shallow. “Oh, okay.”

The two of you took a second, trying to process what just transpired in the last five minutes. Kirishima’s hands never strayed from your body, palms splayed out at your lower back, thumbs rubbing smooth circles. Your ears were buzzing so loudly that was all you could hear.

Until—

“You idiots done now?”

You and Kirishima jerked, heads whipping to the side. There, standing by the door that led into the studio, stood Katsuki, the coffee you asked him to get you in his hand, looking as grumpy as ever. Neither of you realized he had walked in.

The situation felt familiar, and suddenly you were hit with the same pang of guilt from last time, stomach churning with dread as Katsuki scoffed, moving toward the table by the couch and setting his stuff down.

“Katsuki, we—” you started, “We didn’t—this wasn’t—”

The blond cut you off with an irritated glare, and he marched right over, stopping right beside you. The whole time Kirishima remained at your front, still in between your legs, but to your surprise he didn’t look worried. In fact, he had a knowing smile on his face, watching Katsuki with a fond look in his eyes.

“Relax dummy,” Katsuki grumbled. “M’not upset.” He gave you a once over, gaze catching onto the slight flush of your cheeks and he huffed. “You okay?”

You nodded slightly, still dazed, and the corner of his mouth quirked up. “Good.” He averted his attention to Kirishima now, eyes narrowing.

“Taking no prisoners, huh Ei?” he said gruffly, but his tone was light.

Kirishima dipped his head shyly in response. “Heh, couldn’t help myself. Our little Sparks is kinda hard to resist.” He bumped his forehead against yours lightly, sending you a wink that sent a wave of heat down your spine. “But in my defense, she’s the one who pulled me in first.”

Katsuki huffed out a low laugh and rolled his eyes, sauntering back over to the couch and dropping down onto the cushions. “Yeah well, knowing you, you probably used your whole puppy dog look on her.” He kicked his legs up, throwing his arms out over the back of the couch.

Kirishima laughed loudly, finally stepping back, offering you a hand to help you down from the desk. When your feet landed on the floor, he tugged your hoodie back into place, dipping down to press a quick peck to your lips.

You squeaked in surprise, making him grin and Katsuki roll his eyes, but the latter’s expression was warm. He jerked his head toward the iced coffee on the table.

“You gonna get that or what? I didn’t walk across campus just for you to not drink it.”

“You’re not mad?” you blurted out, unable to keep it in any longer.

“I will be if you don’t fucking drink it—”

“No Katsuki, not the damn coffee,” you interjected, holding your palm up. “About…” you gestured between you and Kirishima, and the blond raised an eyebrow.

“The kiss?’” he scoffed. “No—why would I?”

“W-Well, because before—”

He rose abruptly from the sofa, making his way over to you, the sudden proximity shutting you up. He crossed his arms in front of his chest, head dipping down so he could look straight into your eyes.

“We’re all together now, aren’t we?” he asked sharply. “You, me, and Eijirou?”

You nodded slowly, unsure where he was going with this.

“Then there’s your answer,” he said pointedly. “You’re with us. He’s with you. I’m with him. You guys can kiss whenever you want.” He turned on his heel and walked back over to the couch. “Now get over here and drink your fucking coffee, dummy. Ei paid good money for this.”

At the mention of using his card, Kirishima grumbled under his breath. “Not cool man.”

The blond ignored him, staring at you expectantly, and you finally moved, settling on the couch next to him and sipping on your drink. Once the familiar taste of caffeine hit your tongue, you made a satisfied noise and settled back against the smooth leather, mindful of Katsuki’s arm resting behind your head. His fingers twitched slightly, eventually resting on your shoulder and tucking you into his side.

Kirishima took his spot on the floor in front of you guys, sitting in between Katsuki’s spread thighs, back against the base of the sofa. He leaned his head on Katsuki’s knee, sighing wearily.

“So, make any progress today?” Katsuki asked.

“Kiri just told me it all sounded great.”

“I fucking told you—”

“Katsukiii…” the redhead whined, making you giggle.

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OOPS, WRONG CHAT

— poly!krbk x fem!oc

chapter 21 — EQUALS THREE

⤷ ゛ ˎˊ˗ chapter summary: the three of you finally stop dancing around your feelings

content: smau, college!au, eventual poly!krbk x oc, oc has a name

NOTE: and everyone cheered

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You and Katsuki sat together on the worn leather couch, tucked against the wall of the studio, close enough that your knees almost brushed but not quite touching.

Neither of you seemed willing to close the distance, but neither of you seemed willing to move away, either.

You glanced sideways.

Katsuki was leaning back into the cushions with his arms crossed, one knee resting over the opposite, mouth set in his signature frown. He looked the absolute picture of nonchalance. If someone walked in right now, they’d probably think he looked completely normal, relaxed even.

However you knew better—his foot had been bouncing for the last five minutes. Your lips twitched.

Cute.

The thought slipped into your mind so suddenly that heat immediately rushed into your face. You looked away before he could notice, tucking your face into your shoulder.

Seconds passed and you risked another glance.

He was already looking at you.

A sharp, almost high-pitched squeak came out of you and you whipped your head down so quickly your neck ached in protest. Your cheeks flushed a light pink, warmth creeping up your body from your fingers all the way to the tips of your ears.

A short, humored scoff reached your ears.

“Oi, dummy,” he drawled. “The hell’s wrong with you now?”

“N-Nothing,” you stuttered out, stretching your fingers out and smoothing your shirt down, a painfully obvious attempt to distract yourself from the pit forming in your stomach.

Katsuki snorted, uncrossing his leg and bumping his foot against yours, the gesture casual and light. “What? You confess to me and suddenly you’re all shy? What happened to all that bravado you had earlier?”

You huffed out a deep breath, smacking your hands on the top of your knees as you turned to flash the blond a heated glare. His face held the most smug smirk you’ve ever seen and you reached out, shoving his shoulder.

“Shut up,” you mumbled. “Don’t act like you’re unaffected by this too, Katsuki.”

At the sound of his name, he shifted slightly on the couch, and now his ears flushed a deep pink. The sight made you smile again, but this time it was impossible to suppress. He noticed the expression on your face and scowled once more.

“Whatever, idiot.”

Before you could retort back, a succession of rhythmic knocks sounded at the door. Then the comfortable warmth between you was replaced by a different kind of anticipation. You didn’t have to guess who it was on the other side.

Katsuki straightened beside you as you cleared your throat. “Door’s open, Kiri.”

The handle turned almost instantly, and in walked Kirishima, with the same easy smile he always wore when he saw the two of you. However, this one was a bit unsure at the edges, and you honestly couldn’t blame him.

His eyes moved from you to Katuski, then back again as he shut the door. For a long moment, nobody moved, nobody made the first step. Kirishima took this as an opportunity to properly study the situation more closely.

He noticed the little things first.

The tear tracks that still hadn’t completely dried from your face. The way you and Katsuki were sitting beside one another on the couch instead of opposite ends of the room. The crimson flush of Katsuki’s ears. And the fact that neither of you looked upset anymore, only nervous.

The tension eased from his jaw, one corner of his mouth quirking upwards. His shoulders began to relax, but he still shuffled awkwardly from one foot to the other.

“So…” he trailed off. “What’s going on? Kats said you guys talked and we needed to figure some stuff out?”

The redhead made his way over to your desk chair, pulling it close enough so that when he sat down, he was right in front of you and Katsuki. He leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees. His expression was relaxed and inviting, and a sharp pang hit you deep in the chest. You hadn’t realized it until now, when he walked in and it was the first time you’ve physically seen him in days, just how much you missed him.

Both of them really.

The guilt of brushing him off, even if it was only for a few days, continue to eat away at you. Kirishima had been nothing but kind and understanding throughout the entire time you’ve known him. You truly don’t think you know anyone else with a purer heart than his, so that made the shame of what you did much more intense and painful. Instead of reciprocating that kindness, you pushed it away, all because of your insecurities and lack of initiative when it came to admitting your feelings.

How ironic that your reason for choosing to run away from it was to prevent your biggest fear—losing them both—from happening, and yet if you had stayed steadfast in that decision, you would have lost them anyway.

Simply because you had no idea one of them harbored feelings for you in the same way you did.

You glanced over at Katsuki first, head tilting to the side, asking him a silent question.

Do you want to go first, or should I?

He met your gaze head on, unsure at first, with a touch of hesitance, but then he sighed deeply and uncrossed his arms. I held my breath as he scooted forward, matching Kirishima’s posture and leaning in as well. Once again, crimson met scarlet, and the two of them were gazing upon each other with so much mutual intensity that it made your head spin.

Kirishima spoke first, a whispered, “Katsuki?” which made said person grunt softly in response. His own voice came shortly after, softer than you’ve ever heard him.

“I’ve been keeping something from you…for years.”

Kirishima’s brows furrowed. Katsuki’s jaw clenched.

“I’ve loved you for a long time, Ei.” The words were dramatic, but the way they were delivered was anything but. It wasn’t some passionate, fantastical love confession that most people would expect, but it was so undeniably Katsuki that it didn’t matter. This wasn’t love finally boiling over the edge and spilling out in a messy, chaotic outburst. This was love, cultivated over the years and tucked beneath Katsuki’s fiery but devoted heart.

“I thought it would go away,” his laugh was hollow, and he shook his head once. “It didn’t. It stayed there—you stayed there. Every time I closed my eyes, all I could see was your stupid face and every time I opened them, that was the first thing I wanted to see.”

“I didn’t know what to do with all that,” he continued, “and you’re probably thinking, well the obvious thing to do was tell you, but I was fucking scared.” His voice tightened at the end. “You were—are—my best friend and I know I didn’t say it a lot, but I valued you and our friendship. I was scared that what I felt for you was going to screw that all up, so I figured…”

He trailed off, eyes drifting to the floor.

“...having you as my best friend was better than losing you entirely.”

The studio was so silent you could hear a pin drop, air thick with tension and anticipation. You watched Kirishima nervously, searching for some kind of reaction, expecting confusion, shock, or even anger.

But instead…

Kirishima blinked. Just once.

And then his entire body sagged in relief, a breathless chuckle escaped him, and a tiny, impossibly sad smile spread across his face. His eyes glistened.

“Oh, Katsuki,” The way he said his name was so tender and loving it almost didn’t sound real. “...I’ve always known.”

If it weren’t for the seriousness of the situation you were in, you would’ve cackled at the way Katsuki’s eyes bugged out of his head. But you were taken by surprise yourself, so you gawked at the redhead with the same expression.

The blond spluttered, “I—What are you—What do you mean you—”

Kirishima looked apologetic, smile turning shy. “This isn’t the first time you told me, yknow?”

Katsuki was completely and utterly flabbergasted at the revelation, and he began racking his brain, searching for that one specific memory his best friend just admitted. The look on his face must have shown what he was thinking because Kirishima quickly clarified.

“It was a while ago,” he said. “The summer before we started college, we went out and partied with the others at a bar. Denks kept handing you shot after shot and then,” he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, “you got pretty drunk.”

Katsuki remembered that. Mina had dragged all of them to the nearest dive bar to celebrate graduating. Brief clips of that night flashed across his mind, some he could recall with clear certainty while others were more warped and fuzzy. But he couldn’t remember anything past the last hour of the night.

Two years earlier…

Kirishima had laughed to himself as crouched in front of the grumbling blond lump that was his best friend. The sight was almost comical—Katsuki Bakugo curled up into a ball, sitting on the street curb, barely able to hold his own head up. He knew if Denki or Hanta were out here, they’d be howling with laughter and taking a million pictures.

“C’mon man,” he coaxed, reaching for Katuski’s arm. He mumbled something entirely unintelligible.

“Dude, you can’t fall asleep on the side of the road,” Kirishima chastised softly.

“Tch.”

“And you definitely can’t make it home on your own.”

“M’fine dumbass.”

“Yeah, yeah, sure you are Katsuki,” Kirishima’s voice was fond, as it often was whenever he was with his Katsuki. He waited exactly three seconds before he shifted, hooking both of the drunk blond’s arms around his shoulder, and hoisted him up on his back.

Katsuki didn’t do much but groan at the sudden movement, then proceeded to plunk his head down on Kirishima’s back. They stumbled out in the cool night air.

“You good back there?” The redhead looked over his shoulder, snickering lightly when Katsuki’s head drooped slightly to the side, grumbling quietly.

Then—

“S’warm,” he slurred. Kirishima had only laughed and lifted him up higher. He passed by another street, following the familiar path back to his house. Normally, he would’ve taken the earlier turn down to Katsuki’s but he knew his mom would have a fit if she saw her son like that, so he figured it’d be best to have him stay the night at his place.

Katuski shifted again, tightening his arms around Kirishima’s shoulders without realizing it. His voice came softer this time.

“...You’re always there.”

Kirishima grinned. “I try.”

“You idiot.”

“I know.”

He took another few steps, humming a soft tune under his breath.

“....Love you.”

His footsteps stopped. It was so abrupt that Katsuki groaned, complaining., but Kirishima didn’t notice. His heart was impossibly still.

“What?”

His best friend only sighed, cheek pressed against Kirishima’s shoulder.

“...Said love you,” His words were slurred by exhaustion and alcohol, but they were unmistakable.

He kept going, mind fuddled with so much liquid courage that his tongue slipped out more than he meant to.

“You make…everything better. Been in love with you…for years, idiot.”

Kirishima’s heart lurched almost painfully inside his chest and he stumbled for a second, instinctively gripping Katsuki’s thighs a bit tighter, not wanting to drop him.

“Katsuki…”

He stood beneath a flickering streetlight, his entire world shaken up in that one moment. His best friend—the proudest, most stubborn person he’d ever met—had unknowingly handed him the most fragile part of himself.

Katsuki’s breathing became deeper and he knew he had fallen asleep. Kirishima smiled then, watery and tender, and he adjusted his grip and started walking again. He knew Katsuki would most likely not remember anything once he woke up the next morning, but instead of feeling sad over it, Kirishima’s heart swelled.

“I love you too, Katsuki…” he whispered, confession falling onto deaf ears.

—

The memory finally dissolved and Katsuki blinked back to the present. Kirishima was there again, and the amount of love and heat that he stared back at him with was enough to knock the breath from his lungs.

All those years, all those carefully hidden glances—every moment he’d believed he was carrying this alone—Kirishima had seen him, and he’d loved him through it all. He’d simply loved him enough not to force the confession before Katsuki was ready to make it.

Tears gathered in the corners of Katsuki’s eyes before he could stop them. He whipped his head around immediately, clicking his tongue in annoyance.

“Tch,” his voice crumbled. “You’re a piece of shit, Eijirou. Made me look like a fool.”

Kirishima’s laugh was fond. “Pretty sure you didn’t need my help with that,” he teased, laughing louder when Katsuki reached over and shoved his face away, his own lips twitching into a small smile.

Throughout all this, you remained silent, not wanting to interrupt the intimate, fragile moment between the two of them. But that was promptly shattered when Kirishima turned his pretty red eyes onto you, sending a flash of heat straight to your stomach. Your tongue felt heavy in my mouth as he gazed at you expectantly, head cocked at an angle.

“Sparks?” Your name fell so tenderly from his lips that it made your knees weak even though you were already sitting.

“You expect me to go next after all that?” you laughed weakly, feeling the sting of tears welling up.

From beside you, Katsuki scoffed. “S’not a competition, dummy.”

“You are the last person I want to hear that from Katsuki Bakugo.”

“Then hurry the fuck up and say something. Quit stallin’.”

You faced Kirishima again, breathing deeply to settle the wave of nerves crashing inside you. He waited patiently, eyes never straying away from you.

“Well, first I want to apologize,” I started. “For avoiding you the past few days. That was really shitty of me to do, especially since I knew Katsuki was already doing the same.”

Kirishima’s expression fell slightly at the reminder, but he didn’t interrupt and nodded instead, encouraging you to go on.

“Long story short, the girls told me about you two—that you loved each other—and I just felt so…guilty? I know it sounds stupid, but I—at the time it made sense to me. That the reason Katsuki was avoiding us was because he loved you and seeing you with me…” You paused briefly, regaining your composure. “...that’s why I did what I did. I thought that by distancing myself from you, it would bring you guys closer together. And I tried to tell myself that I’d be fine putting my feelings aside if it meant that you two would be happy—”

You cut yourself off as the lump in your throat grew bigger, making it difficult to continue without practically choking out the words. But you owed it to him to be honest.

“—but I was wrong. Of course I want you guys to be happy, but I secretly hoped I’d be a part of it too.”

You laughed shakily. “Then I thought I was being selfish, wanting both of you, but then I also thought who wouldn’t?”

You glanced over at Katsuki, sending him a gentle smile to which he grumbled and looked away, but the flush of his ears gave him away. “I already kinda told Katsuki his part,” you turned back to Kirishima, “but you Kiri…how could I not want you? Since the beginning you’ve treated me so sweetly, and you were always so supportive of everything I did. Your happiness was infectious, and I wanted to surround myself with it all the time.”

Kirishima’s eyes were shiny now, lips trembling as he listened to you.

“We never really got to talk about what happened here a few weeks ago,” you bit your bottom lip, gnawing on it nervously, “but I wanted it, whatever it was, I still do. And I hope you do as well…”

You trailed off, ending your piece there. Everything was out in the open now, both yours and Katsuki’s feelings laid out bare. Kirishima was silent for a moment, but his face said everything.

“If only you guys had said something sooner, we could’ve prevented all this shit,” He huffed out a watery laugh, reaching up to wipe away the tears gathering in his lashes. “God, what am I going to do with you two?”

You blinked. “So..does that mean…?”

Kirishima rolled his chair closer so now he was within arms reach. He hunched forward, placing his hands on your knees, trailing them around so his fingers wrapped around the bend of your legs, thumbs rubbing against the side. The proximity made your heart race, flutters spreading to the rest of your body, and you could feel echoing in your ears.

“Yes, pretty girl. I want you too.”

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— poly!krbk x fem!oc

chapter 20 — YOU AND ME…?

⤷ ゛ ˎˊ˗ chapter summary: you and bakugo finally have a talk and you realize that the two of you are a lot more similar (and stupider) than you think

content: smau, college!au, eventual poly!krbk x oc, oc has a name

NOTE: everyone say thank you denki

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You usually found the silence of the recording studio to be comforting, but now it just felt suffocating, gripping around your throat like a vice.

The vocal booth sat empty behind the glass, headphones hanging from the microphone stand where you’d left them after your last take. The studio itself was dim, just barely lit by the backlight of the sound board and the warm glow of the lamp in the corner.

You checked your phone again, foot tapping anxiously against the wood floor.

bakugo: i’m on my way

After two weeks of unanswered texts and constant brush offs, part of you wanted to leave him waiting the way he’d left you waiting. Instead, you’d come

Because you needed answers and because Denki was so hellbent on you being honest with your feelings.

You leaned on the edge of the desk, elbows propping you up as you absentmindedly spun a pen between your fingers. Every few seconds, your eyes drifted toward the studio door.

When the knock came, your stomach flipped.

“S’open,” you called out softly.

The handle turned and Bakugo stepped inside, eyes glancing around the room before they landed on you. For that brief second, neither of you moved.

You took that opportunity to look him over yourself.

He looked tired. Not physically—Bakugo always carried himself like he had more energy than everyone else in the room—but there were faint shadows beneath his eyes, and his expression lacked its usual sharpness.

He finally shuffled inside the room fully, shutting the door behind him with a soft click.

“You actually came.” The words slipped out before you could stop them.

One corner of his mouth twitched. “You sound surprised.”

“Well, can you blame me?” you scoffed. An awkward pause settled between you both, and you leaned back into the leather chair, crossing your arms over your chest.

“So.”

You gnawed at your bottom lip. “What did you wanna talk about?”

Bakugo grumbled under his breath, shoving his hands deep into the pocket of his jeans. He refused to completely meet your gaze head on. “Kirishima’s miserable.”

Your expression immediately cracked, but you kept your posture up and asked softly, “What do you mean?”

“He came home last night looking like a kicked puppy,” he huffed. “He was upset about me—not surprised.” Bakugo’s voice sharpened then. “But then he said you’ve been avoiding him now? The hell’s up with that?”

You opened your mouth, but no words came out. Only a small, defeated sound. You chewed on your lip again as something dull ached in your chest.

“I’ve just been busy,” you murmured under your breath.

Bakugo scoffed, the sound harsh and unforgiving. “Can’t fool me with that one, idiot. I’ve used it before. Try again.”

You narrowed your eyes and lurched forward, matching his tone. “You avoided Kirishima too. Why am I the only one being interrogated here?”

“That’s not what I’m doing—”

“Well, it sure as hell feels like it.”

“I’m just trying to tell you he’s hurting—”

“And what about me?”

The words hung frozen in the air, echoing in the small room. Bakugo’s composure faltered momentarily before he opened his mouth again, but you kept going.

“No, seriously,” your voice rose and trembled despite your best efforts to keep it steady. “What about me?”

His brows drew together in confusion and concern.

“I spent the last two weeks wondering what the hell I did.”

“I—”

“You shut me down.” You took a step toward him. “You barely looked at me when we crossed paths.” Another step. “You didn’t show up to my performance.” Your voice broke, throat tightening painfully.

“I kept replaying your words in my head, the way you brushed me off. You never gave me or Kiri a chance to talk about what happened with you, so I thought…” You shook your head, laughing bitterly.

“I thought you didn’t want anything to do with me anymore.”

Bakugo’s expression flickered, scarlet irises flashing briefly with guilt before they hardened again.

“Kirishima thought the same,” you mumbled.. “I watched him question himself every single day.” Your voice quieted despite the raging war of emotions going on inside you. “He asked if I was okay, if he upset me. He kept apologizing for something he wasn’t even sure was wrong.”

You swallowed hard. “And every time he put up a front and gave me a smile…”

A shaky breath. “I felt awful.”

You wrapped your arms around yourself. “Avoiding him hurts.” The admission barely made it above a whisper.” “It hurts every day, seeing him reach out only for me to shoot him down.”

Bakugo was still, so still you could barely tell if he was even breathing. He remained standing right by the door, gaze fixed so intensely on you.

“But…” you continued, the words spilling out before you could stop yourself, “...it would hurt even more if I got in between the two of you.”

Something in the air changed then, going unnoticed by you, but Bakugo stiffened. His expression tensed—not in anger, but confusion. “...What?”

You silently cursed under your breath, shutting your eyes as you took a deep breath. You hadn’t meant to say that, at least not just yet. But you couldn’t take it back now.

“You heard me—”

“No.” Bakugo shifted then, taking a step closer. The two of you were now barely a foot apart. “What does that mean?”

You rubbed at your forehead, suddenly exhausted, searching for the right words and came up empty—so you decided to take Denki’s advice and be honest.

“I don’t want to ruin what you have.” The admission came out soft, timid, like you were afraid if you spoke any louder the words would swallow you whole.

He blinked once. Slowly. “What…are you talking about?”

His reaction confused you now, and your expression fell. “Bakugu, you don’t have to keep hiding it anymore. I know.”

“Know what?” he grumbled. “Just spit it out, dummy!”

“Jiro and Mina told me,” you revealed. “About your feelings. For Kirishima.”

Bakugo’s face emptied, brain short-circuiting as your words washed over him like a dump of ice cold water.

You pressed on before you could lose your nerve. “Don’t be mad at them,” you defended. “They only told me because I was talking to them about what was going on and was kinda losing my mind over it so they…”

The room was impossibly still, the only sound being your heavy, anxious breaths.

“They said you’ve been in love with Kirishima for years.”

Bakugo stayed silent, throat bobbing up and down. He didn’t interrupt, didn’t even deny it. And that was enough of a confirmation for you.

“I figured…” Your voice cracked. “I figured that’s why you started avoiding us, after what happened that day—that seeing me and him together like that made things harder for you.” Your eyes burned with fresh, salted tears. “And once I realized that, how could I keep letting myself get close to him?”

Your breathing was shallow now, lips trembling due to the emotion building up in your throat. “How could I keep pretending everything was normal when I knew how much you loved him?”

The words spilled out faster now, impossible to stop. “I didn’t want to be the reason you lost your best friend.”

“So I thought…” you blinked rapidly against the sting behind your eyes, “...if I was the one who stepped away then eventually everything would go back to the way it was before.”

Bakugo was practically a statue at this point with how silent and motionless he was. His eyes had drifted somewhere past your shoulder, unfocused, as if he wasn’t really seeing the recording studio anymore.

You watched the realization move across his face in slow, almost imperceptible stages.

First was disbelief, then something much more complicated.

“...Shit.” The curse was barely audible, making you frown.

“Bakugo…?”

He took a step back, finally broken from whatever spell he was stuck under, and dragged his hands over his face, letting out a garbled groan. “So that’s what you thought.”

Bakugo turned away, pacing three slow steps toward the back of the studio. He didn’t see the way your gaze followed his every move, bewildered. You hadn’t expected him to react like that, actually you weren’t even sure exactly how he was going to react, but you didn’t think it’d be like this. His shoulders were rigid and tense, and when he looked back at you, your breath caught in your throat.

You’d seen many sides of Bakugo up to his point; you’d seen him angry, confused, smug, competitive, and exhausted. But you had almost never seen him…lost.

“I was jealous,” he admitted roughly. Your heart sank as you lowered your gaze.

“I know—”

“No you don’t,” he cut in sharply. “When I walked in on you two and saw him looking at you like….like how I’d wanted him to look at me for years,” his jaw clenched, “I couldn’t stand there another second. So I left.”

He shook his head when you opened your mouth, stopping you. “I was jealous, that part’s true.”

Your gut twisted painfully. “I expected as much.”

“But…” he hesitated. “I wasn’t just jealous of you. I was jealous of him too.”

You balked in surprise, blinking. “Huh?”

For the first time since you’ve met him, Bakugo looked frustrated with himself. Like every word he was about today was something he’d weeks refusing to admit. He took a slow, deep breath.

“I’ve loved Ei for years,” he confessed quietly, face forming into something painfully vulnerable. He brought himself over to the couch, sinking down into the cushions, hands gripping the tops of his thighs. “I don’t exactly remember when it happened, but all I know is that one day I couldn’t stop thinking about him and his stupid fucking grin.”

A tiny, humorless smile crossed his face. “I spent years telling myself that those feelings would pass, but it didn’t.”

He looked up at you then. His crimson eyes flared with a simmering heat, and it went straight to your stomach, taking your breath away at the same time. Everything felt so intense in that moment, you wanted to look away so badly so you could contain yourself. But Bakugo’s gaze held onto you tightly, refusing to let go.

“And then you showed up.”

Your hands trembled at your sides. Suddenly you were transported back to a similar scenario two weeks ago, with a certain redhead who shared the same scarlet eyes as the blond sitting before you. The air was thick with the same exact tension and heat, and you thought to yourself:

How the hell did I get myself into this situation twice?

If Bakugo noticed how affected you were, he ignored it and kept talking.

“I figured you were just another annoying idiot who got along with the others and that’s where our interaction would end.” He stood up slowly, making his way back over to you. “Then I saw you perform for the first time.” He inched closer. “Saw how passionate you were about your music.” Closer. “Listened to your stupid, drunken thoughts as Eijirou carried you back to my car and your muffled cries because of your fuckass group.”

His voice went down an octave, the grit and rasp making your stomach do flips.

“I kept telling myself it wasn’t true,” he continued, frustrated. “But then the same thing happened and suddenly I couldn’t get your goddamn face out of my mind either.”

He was standing right in front of you now, his face inches apart from yours. He looked almost angry at himself, running a hand through his hair and gripping at the roots. “I spent years trying to figure out what the fuck to do about one person then—” his voice cracked with exasperation.

Bakugo’s hand fell away from his hair. Your own fingers twitched, and you wanted nothing more than to reach up and tuck his strands back into place. Instead, you stared at him, mouth dry and tongue lodged in the back of your throat.

“I thought that I’d been stupid enough to have feelings for the two people I cared about,” his voice dropped almost to nothing, “...only to watch them fall for each other.”

The confession had you reeling, head dizzy and overwhelmed. Every thought you had, everything you worried about, had all been laid out in front of you, ready to be met with rejection, humiliation, or even hostility. Instead, you were met with possibly the best, most unexpected outcome possible.

The truth of it all hit you like a punch to the gut.

This whole time, you were plagued by the fear of losing the two men who have somehow made a place for themselves in your mind and heart. So you did what you thought was best for them, even if it meant removing yourself, unaware that one of them was doing the exact same thing for you.

You huffed out a breathless, disbelieving laugh. Denki was right.

“We really are just a bunch of fucking idiots,” you rasped. Bakugo glowered at you, irritation flooding his senses.

“Hah? The hell are you going on about—”

“Katsuki..” The name slipped out so quietly you almost didn’t realize you’d said it.

You were met with absolute silence as Bakugo became paralyzed, but his senses were now on overdrive. Hearing his name fall from your lips, with so much tenderness and sincerity—only one other person called him in the same way you did. It rattled him from the inside out and he was struck with how badly he wanted to hear you say it again.

“Dummy,” he choked out. “You can’t just—”

“Katsuki,” you said more forcefully this time, “shut the fuck up and let me talk you stupid jerk.”

Your words should have been insulting, but they were spoken with such softness instead. Bakugo’s mouth snapped closed.

You sniffled, pressing the heels of your palms into your eye sockets, wiping away the batch of tears that welled up there. When you brought your hands down, you took a deep breath and stared at the blond in front of you, taking in the way he was barely holding himself together, waiting.

“I have feelings for you too,” you breathed. “Both of you. And I think…” You stepped into him, jabbing a finger into the center of his chest, “...we’ve all spent way too damn long trying to carry this by ourselves.”

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cover my eyes | ryomen sukuna

pairing: sukuna x blind courtesan!reader

summary: once in a lifetime you'll switch bodies with your soulmate and see the world through their eyes.

sukuna is initially frustrated when he's plunged into darkness in the body of a weak and blind woman, only to discover that there's more to her than he was expecting, leaving him on a mission to locate the shogi-playing courtesan whose soul called out to his.

word count: 11k

content: 18+ mdni, smut, soulmate au, heian era, initially rude sukuna, soft!sukuna, true form sukuna, courtesan reader, sickness, blindness, depiction of violence and death, happy ending, hurt/comfort, honestly its mainly fluff, devoted sukuna, piv, cunnilingus

a/n: after doing my satoru soulmate au i desperately wanted to do one for sukuna so here it is! inspired somewhat by komugi and meruem in hxh and ALSO by lakan and fengxian in apothecary diaries (as someone requested that from me!)

At one point in every person’s life, they will awaken in the body of another.

They will spend their day seeing through strange eyes, living out hours as a person they may have never met, trapped within their new form until sleep takes them and they are released back into their own body.

Those meagre hours are the only chance a person will have to find their other other half, to learn all they can about the body they’ve awoken in. There’s no second chance, no opportunity to swap for a second time.

If one cannot locate their soulmate after the day they’ve spent as them, they can find no further help. All they can hope for, is that they might stumble across their destined lover by mere chance one day.

Or, that their beloved did a better job than they did at piecing together the puzzle.

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[SOLVED] | nerdjo x reader

The first mistake you made was using Reddit to find a roommate. The second was moving in with him anyway. Satoru Gojo is a gorgeous man and a terminally online incel who will explain exactly why a nice guy like him can't get a girlfriend. When you decide to weaponize your hotness against his incel worldview, you expect to break him and his “alpha male" ideologies. You do not expect to spend a random evening getting your roommate's dick out of a stuck cock ring.

pairing: Gojo Satoru x reader

warnings: 18+ (mdni!!), explicit sexual content, afab!reader, modern AU, roommate AU, nerdjo, incel!gojo, virgin!gojo, oral (m and f receiving), piv, creampie, light degradation, praise kink, cum in hair, cum eating, cum-drunk, pussy-drunk, cock rings, fleshlights, improper use of hair tie, improper use of yogurt (accidentally ??), oil and fluids everywhere, it’s a bit disgusting, light choking, groping, big time copium from reader, secondhand embarrassment you’d die, reddit, incel stuff, crack treated seriously, fluff, smut, slow burn but the burn is just pure cringe

word count: 17k

The first mistake you made was using Reddit to find a roommate. Should’ve been a red flag, really. The second was agreeing to meet the guy in person.

You walked into the coffee shop, scanning the midday crowd for someone who matched the description — twenty-something, remote-employed, appreciates a quiet living environment. You were expecting a tired grad student, maybe. Or some tech guy in a Patagonia fleece. Something like that.

Instead, you found a gorgeous, gorgeous looking man. And you were confident it was him, since there were exactly two men present — him, and some grandpa having his afternoon caffeine fix.

And the guy was, objectively and objectifyingly speaking, probably the prettiest guy you had ever laid your eyes on. Way too tall, way too broad, the messy hair and the cute glasses adding the je ne sais quoi of the hot nerd aesthetic you were simply too weak for. Even hunched over his phone like that, he looked aggressively cute. But, let’s be honest, you weren't exactly against a cheeky roommates-to-lovers situation, if you catch my drift.

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So… Neglect play. Heavy on the hear me out, guys pls (WAIT WHY IS THIS GIVING PATHETIC YANDERE HUH)

Thinking about a huge brat who loves to run his mouth and fights you on everything you do. No matter how often you’d punish him, he just doesn’t stop. It’s part of his charm, that he’s so stubborn, which led to you getting a little creative with ways to punish him.

“Don’t you think you need some discipline?” You asked, glaring down at him. It took almost half an hour just to get him on his knees, your patience was running thin. “No, I don’t.” He answered flatly, sitting there cross legged with a smug smirk. Can one even call this kneeling? He seems to be very comfortable.

Without noticing, you raised your voice a little, “that’s it, bend over, you definitely deserve punishment.” You patted your lap, feeling your brows twitch when he didn’t move a single inch. “What if I refuse?” The man replied, not even looking up at you. That’s it, you couldn’t deal with his bullshit today.

At first you weren’t even going to be this mean to him, but he really outdid himself this time with getting on your nerves. Which is why you simply sighed, picked up the nearest entertainment object within your reach, and began focusing on it. Ignoring him completely. No eye contact, no touching, and definitely no speaking. The shook that flashed his expression must have been priceless, what a shame that you couldn’t take a look at him.

For the next few minutes, he just waited, sneaking not-so-secretive peeks at you, wondering what was so interesting that you refused to acknowledge his presence. Then, the following minutes were spend sulking like an abandoned puppy. Lips pressed together into a pout, before he squeezed out through gritted teeth, “as if that thing’s more entertaining than me, what a joke.” Despite the comment, you didn’t even flinch, seemingly determined to see this to the end.

Another moment of awkward silence emerged, and he sighed, “this is a waste of time, do something already.” If you wait a little more from now on, that’s when he gets all desperate, all docile, if you may. Hands a breath too shy to truly touch you, lingering around your shin as he cursed under this breath. This was beneath him, to beg for scraps of your attention, but he was starting to feel all flustered!

Suddenly he shifted into a more fitting position, kneeling properly as he averted his gaze. “There, are you satisfied now? Tsk, such a tyrant.” Yet still no reaction, not even the slightest hint of interest. It took almost five minutes until he gave in, feeling tears prick at the corners of his eyes due to the humiliation. Cheeks flushing as he tried to shallow his shame, but to no avail. In the end, he couldn’t take this anymore and broke down piece by piece.

Starting by wrapping his arms around your leg, mumbling softly, “I’m sorry… okay? I’ll—” his Adam’s apple bobbed, showing his hesitation before he continued, “I’ll be good from now on… so look at me.” No response, nothing. “You are insufferable, urgh, why do I even bother?!” Look at that, another burst of anger, he must feel really pathetic right now, on the verge of begging for something that was never a problem until now.

Then, he began seeking your attention in earnest. Placing his head in your lap as he stared up at you with the most pitiful gaze ever, eyes glassy as they swelled with tears, cheeks an embarrassed red that deepened every time he realised how he was debasing himself for your amusement. All because you were neglecting him a little? He must have been more desperate than he realised. Now the tears he’s been holding back were dripping down his face in earnest, painting him in an even more pitiful light.

“Please.. I’m sorry, just- look at me. Don’t you- don’t you dare to ignore me when I’m already like this.” A silent sob as he tried to press himself closer to you, “I-I’ll be good.. really, I promise, don’t look away again, please…”

indiewritesxoxo

KISS HER, NOT HIM!

gojo's got a girl problem!

synopsis: you never meant to get in the middle of a marriage. but when you're caught between your beautiful best friend and the king she was forced to wed, you find your position as a maid-turned-concubine particularly challenging - especially when he begins demanding an heir from one of you. can gojo keep you all to herself? or will everything else keep getting in the way?

pairing: queen!gojo x concubine!reader (x king!geto)

wc: 20.7k

content: mdni. angst + smut, medieval setting, FEM!JO!!!, YURI YURI YURI!!!, lots of yearning and pining, intense jealousy, loathing, childhood crushes, gojo is obsessed, yandere!femjo tbh, piv sex, character death, trauma, reader is suffering, heavy angst, fear of being abandoned, cold and conniving gojo, but she's also a sweet puppy for her girl, they want each other so bad, humiliation, wrongful imprisonment, unbalanced power dynamics, master/maid relationship, use of nicknames (princess, angel), geto slander lmfao, confessions, kissing, oral sex (f! recieving), fingering, blindfolds and restraints, 69, multiple positions, happy ending

a/n: this was a commission for my incredibly lovely angel @cantarcantar + the art above is from the super talented @anniewinniie and the div is by @/tsumiinum

“Fuck, Suguru, you’re so-”

As much as Satoru enjoyed hearing your pretty little pants and moans, she was rather sick of hearing you whine his name instead of hers.

But of course, even if she was the queen, what could she do when you were her husband’s concubine?

“Someone’s going to hear you, pretty,” he wryly replied, and she could practically hear the smirk in his honeyed voice, syrupy sweet just for you.

Blegh.

She held in her gag, grimacing at his deep grunt.

Satoru parted the thick vines concealing your not-so-secret garden hideaway. Tucked behind flowering bushes, forget-me-not covered trellises, a blanket was spread out on the green grass of your hidden nook as Suguru fucked you right there, your dress bunched up above your hips as he greedily plunged his ridiculously oversized cock inside you.

Where was the patience?

The preparation?

Treating you like a princess rather than rutting into you like some ruthless animal?

Satoru felt her mouth twitch down, heart freezing as she found herself slipping through the gap in the trellises, forcing herself to slyly smile as she interrupted the scene.

“Suguru,” she called out, keeping her voice airy and calm as she condescendingly looked down at your bodies tangled together. Containing the cold anger that had sunk its claws into her heart as she cleared her throat, sucking in a slow breath, “Your advisor is looking for you.”

Her husband threw an annoyed look over his shoulder, dark bangs falling in his face as his soft purple eyes hardened into a scowl.

“He can wait,” he grimaced, as if to say, so can you.

But Satoru could be just as stubborn.

“I heard it’s about a rather important matter,” she lied, shrugging her shoulders as the skirt of her finely embroidered dress swung and shifted by her feet.

“I will be finished in just a-”

“We can always continue when you return,” you reassured him, brushing his bangs back out of his face and biting down on your glossy bottom lip.

You knew your place.

Content to be that knave’s concubine, free for him to use whenever he pleased. Unbothered no matter how many times he expected you to wait and adhere to his whims when he should be doing his damndest to make your every wish come true.

Satoru despised it. Detested the infuriating way her husband took and wasted every ounce of your attention.

You were her best friend first.

jazzthatonewriterchick

CODEWORD: F.U.C.K.M.E.

Pairing: Nightwing!Gojo x Spy!Reader x Red Hood!Geto

Synopsis: The plan is simple: walk into the museum auction ball, seduce your target, steal the diamond, and complete your mission. As a skilled spy and the top jewel thief in Gotham City, it seems easy enough. Except there are three problems that present themselves early in your mission. Number one, your target is Nightwing who is more cunning than you realize. Number two is Red Hood, another annoyingly hot vigilante. And number three is the sneak attack you set off that turns out to be an aphrodisiac. What happens when you hide from the cops and end up in very close quarters with the two vigilantes?

Warnings: 18+ (MDNI); No Curse AU; Batman/Gotham AU; Superhero!SatoSugu x Villain!Reader; Enemies to Lovers; Sexual Tension; Highkey Flirting; Action Sequence; Aphrodisiac; R*pe/Dubcon; Threesome; Degradation & Praise; Dom!SatoSugu x sub!Reader; Dual Blowjob; Deepthroat; Dual Püssy-Eating; Handcuffs; Knife Play; Dual Ass-Eating; Gaping; DP; SatoSugu Sandwich lol; Mating Press; Anal Sëx; PIV; Crëampie; Analpie; Facials; Cūm Play; Choking; Spanking; Püssy Spanks; Hair Pulling; Rough Sëx; Reader Cüms 2x; Aftercare

Word Count: 12.3k

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer's Note: IT'S FINALLY HERE!!!! I'm so so so excited to finally get this out for my JJK "I Need A Hero (or a Villain) collab!! I really hope y'all enjoy it!! Please just drop me a comment or DM me if you're interested in joining the collab! <3 -love, Jazz

Credits: Nightwing!Gojo fanart by thatsallitchief on X & Red Hood!Geto fanart by kayaxxo on X!

You stand at the threshold of the museum entrance, right across the street from its mountain of steps.

The sound of Friday night in the city—cars honking, someone blasting music from their car—fills the night air buzzing with activity.

On a night like this, you’d be at home on the couch or having a girls’ night out. But instead, you’re spending your night at an auction party in the finest cocktail dress you could find in your closet. Your boss ordered it as part of your undercover work. You have to “look the part”, so why argue?

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Not the pet names. God, no, anything but those!

Pls this fic was both HOT and FUNNY, I loved it sm 😭😭

liahcharms

˖𑣲 ݁˖ legendary lovers

One year of marriage was not enough for Lord Hades to look into his most beloved Goddess's eyes without turning cherry-red. Yet, surprisingly, it was enough to make Lady Aphrodite pregnant! Although breaking the news to her husband proved to be quite a challenge.

included in Tales, Myths, Romances :: part one

˖𑣲 ݁˖ pairings: ꒰ Hades!Choso Kamo x Aphrodite!Reader ꒱

˖𑣲 ݁˖ content/warnings: ꒰ MDNI 18+, set in ancient greece :: greek mythology :: marriage :: fluff :: smut smut smut :: pregnancy :: dominant reader :: submissive Choso :: not mythologically accurate :: belly bulges :: womb kissing :: pussydrunk Choso :: pregnant sex :: oral sex :: cunnilingus :: blowjobs :: crying Choso :: he calls the reader mommy :: mentions of Heracles!Nanami :: 6.7K WORDS ꒱

˖𑣲 ݁˖ notes: ꒰ Requested by @olegirldowntheblock (I'm sorry you needed to wait that long! ꒱

art by mochikuyo dividers by @diviniyae and @uzmacchiato

The wine flowed like a river, dripping dull into the golden cups shimmering in the pale moonlight. Ocean waves curled beneath the cliffs of Mount Olympus, crashing against each other in a distant, main melody.

Warm wind smooched your cheeks – slightly dizzy, already pulsing with pain from constant laughter. Hair brushed your forehead as your head lulled back, falling gently against the hard chest.

Muscular arms curled around your waist, thighs tensed beneath your plush body, and something hard… dug deep into the swell of your ass. Long, pale fingers gripped the hem of your pinkish robes as you pushed out a low giggle.

Narrowed eyes slipped towards the man whose always-so-pale cheeks brimmed with a flush. When your eyes met, he warmed even more – till the tips of his ears sizzled like fresh pomegranates as, after a year of marriage, his gaze somehow could barely bear yours.

"My God, are you good?" Your sweet breath curled around his lobe as you leaned closer. "I’ve noticed that my seat suddenly became harder."

With your plush body on his lap and arms curled around you protectively, Choso could simply shrug and push a shy, "My Goddess, it’s because you said we didn’t have time…"

"That’s because you always insist on eating me out for hours, my God," you gently bit down on his earlobe, feeling a shudder slip past his lips. A little shell-earring swung beneath the push of your tongue, and you looked at it with a warm smile. "And it’s your brother’s birthday, of course, we couldn’t be late."

A low he wouldn’t mind, escaped Choso’s throat, before the deep eyes shyly crept up to meet yours. Squinted, cheeky, dripping with sensuality and lust, wrapping around his senses in a most maddening way.

Oh, and the God of the Dead, the mightiest of three brothers, most feared in all three realms – simply couldn’t look into the eyes of his most dearest wife for longer than a second!

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Jealousy, Jealousy

✨Part Four✨

(Mark Grayson x GN!Reader)

✨Part One | Part Two | Part Three ✨

Word Count: 2,575

Chapter Debrief: Mark has an epiphany and you’re starting to find cracks in your relationship with Todd.

Case Notes: I am so sorry for the long wait for this update! The next chapter will be the final part in the series and hopefully it’ll be a conclusion you will all enjoy. Anyways, here’s part four. Special shout outs to @jellibean420 and @splodencible for talking through this chapter with me. Love you both immensely.

The punching bag swings back toward him.

THWACK.

Mark drives his fist into it again, harder this time, the heavy bag jerking violently against its chain before swinging back.

It doesn’t help. Nothing has. Not patrol, Not training, Not throwing himself at every asteroid hurdling somewhat towards Earth’s atmosphere.

The gym echoes with another thud as his fist connects.

Across the room, William glances up from where he’s pretending to stretch out on a yoga mat.

“You know,” he calls casually, “those bags never actually hit you first.”

Mark ignores him, throwing another punch at the bag. Another, and thrice more,The chain groans overhead, like a ghoul.

William sighs dramatically, abandoning his mat entirely before wandering over to Mark, “You’ve been beating the crap out of that thing for forty-five minutes.”

Mark doesn’t respond, the right chords of muscle in his back fighting against the material of his shirt as he throws another punch.

“…Should I call someone?”

Still nothing, no response. William folds his arms, watching as Mark takes his emotions out on the bag, “So. You gonna tell me why you’ve looked like somebody kicked your puppy for the last…He checks an imaginary watch, “… three weeks?”

Mark finally stops, huffing out a breath as he catches the bag and stops its swing. He rests his forehead against the punching bag, breathing hard, “… Y/N’s dating Todd.”

William blinks before gasping scandalized, “Todd Williams?”

“Todd fucking Williams, dude.”

“The football guy? The one who used to make fun of them for following you around? Todd that kicked your ass sooooo many times?”

“William.”

“I’m just making sure we’re talking about the same Todd!”

Mark groans, stepping back from the bag, and throwing his hands up, “They picked Todd.”

William studies him for a long second, lips pursing as he cocks his head to the side, “…Didn’t you reject her?”

Mark freezes and his eyebrows knit together, “That’s not what happened.”

William gives him a look, “The version I heard from both of you was: They told you they loved you…”He begins counting on his fingers, lifting his fingers one after another, “…you said you didn’t feel the same… you left them crying…in a parking lot… at night …then didn’t talk to them for weeks. So… that’s kinda exactly what happened.”

Mark rubs both hands over his face, groaning into his palms, “I was trying to give her space.”

“You gave her the entire state of Illinois, mark!”

“I didn’t know what to do!”Mark lets out a frustrated sound somewhere between a groan and a growl, leaning back against the wall, “I tried apologizing. I bought flowers.”

“…Good.”

“I went to her house.”

“…Also good.”

“And then I found Todd in her bed.”

William’s eyebrows shoot upward, “…. Well. That probably complicated things.”

“It complicated everything.”Mark responds.

“So…” William says carefully, and Mark sighs dramatically, already aware of what’s to come, “Let’s review. You rejected them.”

“I didn’t reject—”

“You didn’t return their feelings. You left them crying in a parking lot— at night, mind you. Then you just ghosted them for weeks. Theeeen when you decided you missed them and wanted to fix things you show up unannounced and got mad they were busy kissing someone else when you got there.”

The silence that follows is almost impressive. Mark opens his mouth to explain, why he wasn’t in the wrong, but no argument is expressed.

“You don’t even hear it, do you?” Wiliiam asks, worried for a brief moment he isn’t getting through to his thick headed friend.

Mark’s shoulders slump, “I wanted to apologize, but I hate seeing Todd with her.”

William’s eyes narrow, “… Why?”

Mark blinks, looking befuddled by the question, “What do you mean why? Because it’s Todd!”

William waits, expecting Mark to provide better explanation, “… And?”

“He treated us like crap. And now he’s…”Mark gestures helplessly, “… there. With his hands all over them.”

William nods slowly, “and?”

Mark stares at him, “I don’t know what answer you want.”

“The honest one.”

“I am being honest.”

“No.”William shakes his head, pushing his hand back through his hair in frustration, “You’re telling me everything except the one thing that’s actually bothering you.”

Mark frowns, “What are you talking about?”

William studies him for another long moment, then sighs. Deeply. Like a man accepting that he’s about to explain algebra to a particularly lovable golden retriever, “When you saw Todd kissing Y/N… were you upset because it was Todd? … Or because someone else was kissing Y/N?”

Mark looks like a fish out of water again, mouth opening and closing. His heartbeat suddenly feels very loud and he rubs his palms against the fabric of his pants.

William watches realization threaten to surface, watches the emotions as they almost bubble before Mark shakes his head, swatting the idea away like an annoying gnat in summer heat, “That’s not—“

William groans. Loudly, “Dude.” He points an accusing finger at Mark, “I have watched you mope around for almost two months. What exactly is not clicking in that super-powered head of yours?”

Mark just stares at William whos metaphorically twisting his arm to face what his actual feelings are. Mark finds himself confused. Exhausted. Heart pounding for reasons he’s still trying to refuse name, “… I miss my best friend.”

🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀

The diner is loud. Not obnoxiously loud. Just comfortably alive.

Silverware clinks against ceramic plates. Someone in the corner laughs loud enough to turn a few heads before immediately apologizing. The coffee machine hisses behind the counter, filling the room with the smell of roasted beans and vanilla syrup.

It feels… normal. For the first time in months, normal doesn’t hurt quite so much now. Todd slides into the booth across from you, setting down two milkshakes with an unnecessarily dramatic flourish.

“One chocolate.” He pushes it toward you, “And one strawberry.”

You grin, but look a bit confused, “I didn’t order chocolate.”

Todd blinks, making a motion at your sweet treat, “… yeah ya did.”

You shake your head, still a bit polite, “I definitely didn’t. I don’t like chocolate ice cream. I asked for chocolate chip.”

“Huh. I mean it’s still got chocolate in it.” He scratches the back of his neck with an embarrassed laugh.

“I mean, It’s different things, but okay.”you say, a bit passive aggressive, the glass infront of you starting to sweat.

A tiny pang settles somewhere behind your ribs. Mark knew. Without asking. He’d been ordering your milkshake before you’d even sat down for years now. Practically your entire friendship. You push the thought away before it has a chance to grow roots.

Todd takes a drink of his milkshake while you talk, stirring the metal spoon in his glass when he finishes, “do you like strawberry? I’ll trade you then.”

You willingly accept his trade, pushing yours towards him, fingers brushing as he hands you yours.

Todd smiles, “Crisis averted.”

The conversation picks back up easily enough. Work. Movies. A customer who walked into the convenience store wearing a bathrobe and confidently tried to pay for chips with Canadian coins.

Todd is funny. He’s way easier to be around now that he’s matured since high school. He’s Attentive, he asks questions and he listens to your answers. He’s trying to grow a relationship with you that you appreciate.

Maybe that’s enough. Yourself from a few years back would be in disbelief, but maybe people really can change.

🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀

After dinner, the two of you wander through the small downtown strip, shoulder to shoulder. The evening air is warm, carrying the scent of fresh rain from earlier that afternoon.

Todd reaches for your hand and you let him, lacing fingers together. His thumb brushes across your knuckles. You sigh, content, a smile pulling at your lips.

“You’ve been smiling more lately,” he says.

You glance over, curious from the comment, “Have I?”

“Yeah.” His lips quirk up, pulling your entertained hands to his mouth and pressing a kiss to the back of yours, “It’s nice.”

Something soft settles in your chest. Maybe this is okay. Maybe you’re really going to be okay.

You pass the little florist on the corner. The same one Mark got that bouquet for you from. The same bouquet sets in the window and catch’s your gaze. Bright yellow flowers. Tiny suns.

For just a heartbeat, you stop walking. Todd notices, of course, “You like those?”

You blink, looking away , “…Yeah. They’re my favorites. Have been since—“

“They’re cute.” Todd interrupts.

Cute. The word lands strangely. Before you can dwell on it, Todd nudges your shoulder, gently pulling you along, “C’mon.”

You keep walking.

🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀

A few blocks later, you duck into a sporting goods store because Todd wants to “just look. You already know what that means though after spending the last few months with him.

Twenty minutes later, he’s comparing baseball gloves like they’re life-changing investments.

You wander a few aisles away. A little girl, maybe seven years old, struggles to reach a basketball balanced on the top shelf.

You smile, bending over to her height, “Need some help, sweetie?”

She nods enthusiastically. You straighten and grab the ball, handing it down to her.

Her face lights up, “Thank you!”

“You’re welcome.”

Her dad wanders over from the end of the aisle and offers a grateful smile before they disappear toward the register.

When you catch back up with Todd, he’s watching them leave.

“What?” You ask, catching the odd look on his face.

He snorts, “You’re such a people pleaser.”

You blink, “What?”

“I mean…” He shrugs, “You don’t have to help everybody. Her dad would have gotten to her.”

“It took two seconds.”

“I know.”He laughs, heavy arm thrown over your shoulder as he pulls you into his side, “I’m just saying… you kinda let people walk all over you.”

The words aren’t cruel, exactly. Just… jeering, as he guides you to the register as well

“I don’t think helping a kid reach a basketball means I’m getting walked on.”

Todd chuckles, “whatever you say, babe.”

The conversation moves on. But something small catches in your chest, like a loose thread on a sweater, you’re afraid to pull because everything will unravel.

🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀

Later, you’re both sitting on a park bench sharing fries. Todd steals the last one.

You gasp dramatically, “My fry.”

He grins, “Should’ve been faster, babe.”

You bump his shoulder, “Rude.”

He laughs and his phone buzzes, pulling his attention from the playful banter, he glances down.

“What?” You ask curiously, and he silences you with a finger, taking his call.

The conversation isn’t long, Todd barely speaking, but you’re unable to hear whoever is on the other end was.

“It’s Brandon.”He says when he ends the call without reading the notification, “Wants me to come watch the game.”

“You already made plans with me.” You say back to him, eyebrows knitting together and a pout gracing your lips

Todd shrugs, reaching over to brush hair away from your face, “I mean… I’ve seen you all week.”

The sentence hangs there, oddly. And he notices your displeased expression and laughs, “What?”

“Nothing, Todd.” You huff, your eyes rolling.

“No, what?”

“… you do this a lot. You make plans with me and we will be actively in the middle of doing something and if Brandon calls— you’re gone..”

He rolls his eyes, “You’re reading way too much into it.”

Maybe you are, but still… The words sit strangely. Because there was a time not very long ago when someone else kept choosing another person over you.

You shove the comparison away almost as soon as it appears. Todd isn’t Mark. This isn’t that. Todd loves you. He’s said so, and he means it. Romantically. Not in the platonic way Mark had always meant it.

🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀

As he walks you home, Todd slips an arm around your shoulders, tucking you against him again, “You think too much.”

You laugh softly, the irony of him noticing how the gears won’t stop turning, “I’ve been told.”

“I’ll fix that.”

You look up at him, “What does that mean?”

“It means…”he smirks, one finger taps your forehead lightly, “I’m gonna get you to relax.”

The gesture is playful. The words almost are. But something about ‘I’ll fix that’ lingers after he says it. Not enough to start an argument. Not enough to make you leave.

Just enough that, later that night, lying in bed with the house quiet around you, you find yourself replaying it. Along with the milkshake, and the flowers, with the way Todd had laughed when you helped that little girl.

Tiny things. Easy to dismiss. Little cracks rarely look dangerous when they first appear. They just let in a draft.

🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀

It’d been far too long since you last heard from Mark. Both of you having been too prideful to reach out after that disastrous night in your bedroom.

So, needless to say you were a bit surprised to find him sitting in your bed in your room when you get home from one of Todd’s games. He’d left to celebrate the win with his team, and you were exhausted. Still reeling from a stupid, petty fight you and him had before his game and having zero interest in spending the next handful of hours at a party drinking with his stupid friends.

“Mark?” Your voice comes out quiet, softer than you meant it too, “what’re you doing here?”

“Your window was unlocked,” He stands up, he looks stronger than he had five months ago. His muscles have filled out and that familiar seance dog tshirt strains against his chest now, “Look, Y/N, before you say anything, just let me talk please.”

Your arms cross and you sigh, making a vague motion to give him the floor.

“I messed up. And it shouldn’t have taken me almost a year to actually apologize to you… and I know you’re with Todd now, and honestly I was kinda waiting for you and him to break up but—“

“Mark—“

“No. Let me finish.” Mark says, stepping towards you, “I keep screwing up, and I’m sorry. But I miss you, Y/N. I miss us and the way we were and I’m sorry I’m the biggest asshat this side of the galaxy. I had no right to get jealous because you’re dating freaking Todd”

“Mark—“ you try again but he covers your mouth this time with his hand, something he’d do back when things were good and you were rambling too much or wouldn’t let him finish a thought. Your lips quirk against his palm into a smile, and he half expects you to lick him, but when your tongue stays put he just pulls his hand away.

“Sorry. I know you’re happy with him, I’ve seen all TikTok’s and instagram pictures. I get it. But I miss my best friend. Can we get back to that? Please?”

You soften, and you’d be lying if you hadn’t missed him too. When you and Todd fight and you want to vent or when something good happens and you want to celebrate. You miss these surprise visits through the window.

“Yeah, we can get back to that. I’ve missed you too.” You finally say, your arms wrapping around his shoulders to pull him in for a hug, “it’s been way too long.”

“Yeah,” Mark agrees, his breath warm against your ear, “it has.”

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a confessional in blue

PAIRING: Dick Grayson x Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: During a late-night swim with Dick, you find yourself wondering if one day, he'll grow bored of you.

WARNINGS: established relationship, hurt/comfort, mainly fluff and reassurance, kissing, slight sexual suggestions and dick being cheeky about a bikini that reader is wearing

WORD COUNT: 2.4k

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Blue refracts into sapphire, cobalt, and cyan. A kaleidoscope of color beneath you.

You've always liked the pool at night. The way it swallows sound, isolating itself from the distant hum of life, the anxious rhythm of your pulse. What's left now is the gentle lap of water against tile, the occasional splash when Dick dives under and resurfaces, hair plastered to his forehead, the stresses of his day being washed away with every stroke.

You sit at the it's edge, Dick's t-shirt hanging off your frame, one of many you've claimed through the particular thievery of love. Beneath it, your legs are submerged to mid-calf. Half-in, half-out of the water's hold. Liminal. Much like your mind tonight. Your legs sweep through the water, sending ripples outward in lazy, hypnotic swells. Small universes of light breaking and reforming with each shift of your ankles.

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— poly!krbk x fem!reader

chapter 13 — PARTY TIME

⤷ ゛ ˎˊ˗ chapter summary: both kirishima and bakugo realize a few things about themselves at the party

content: smau, college!au, eventual poly!krbk x reader, reader has a name (we don’t use y/n in this house)

NOTE: this chapter has a written section—please read!

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Bakugo was pretending he wasn’t checking the time.

He had one hand loose on the steering wheel, the other tapping an impatient rhythm against the gearshift, his jaw tight and set. The card idled outside your building, headlights casting long gold lights across the curb while the city hummed around them.

In the passenger seat, Kirishima leaned back with his phone in hand, grinning at the screen. “She said she’s coming down,” he said.

“She said that ten minutes ago,” Bakugo scoffed, and Kirishima laughed under his breath.

“She was having trouble picking out an outfit.”

“Tch, we’re going to a house party, not a damn fashion show.”

Bakugo scowled harder, which only made Kirishima look more amused. The redhead turned his attention back out the windshield, watching people drift in and out of the building lobby. A few groups passed by, dressed for the same kind of night they were headed toward—bright lights, loud music, liquid courage, and too many people.

Bakugo didn’t mind the party itself—it was just when it got too rowdy for his liking, when the noise and the crowds became too much, but he knew you needed a night out, a distraction from all the crap you’ve been dealing with. Which was why he was the one who had brought up the idea to bring you along to the others.

But you didn’t need to know that.

His fingers tapped once more against the gearshift, then the front doors of your building opened. He glanced over out of habit, already ready to snap something about you taking forever.

And immediately forgot how to breathe.

You stepped out into the glow of the entrance lights, locking the door behind you, completely unaware of the way the entire world seemed to slow around you. Your outfit hugged you perfectly, every detail looking like it had been chosen specifically to ruin him. The fabric clinging to the outline of your body, the way your hair framed your face, the little finishing touches that made you look effortless and devastating all at once.

Bakugo’s mouth went dry. Kirishima noticed the sudden silence and turned his head, following his best friend’s frozen stare. “What? Is she—”

He stopped completely, phone falling into his lap. “Oh,” he said weakly.

Neither of them blinked, not wanting to miss a single thing.

You were walking toward the car now, smiling brightly, one hand lifting in a little wave when you spotted them. The streetlights caught on your outfit with every step, and Bakugo felt something in his brain make a sharp, useless noise before going entirely blank. Kirishima swallowed the lump in his throat.

“Bro,” he whispered.

“Shut up.”

“I barely said anything.”

“Shut up anyway.”

But Bakugo’s voice was rougher and lower than usual, like he’d had to drag it up from somewhere deep in his chest. He forced his eyes upward for half a second, gripping the steering wheel tighter.

You reached the car and opened the back door, the cool night air slipping in with you as you climbed into the backseat.

“Hi!” you greeted cheerfully, settling in and smoothing your outfit like you hadn’t just reduced two grown men to silent, malfunctioning disasters. “Sorry, I took so long. I couldn’t decide if this outfit was too much. Jiro suggested it but, you know?”

Neither of them spoke.

You glanced between the two front seats, still smiling. “Guys?”

Kirishima made a garbled sound that might have been a word, and Bakugo stared straight ahead, posture rigid.

You tilted your head, confusion and concern coating your voice. “Are you okay?”

“Fine,” Bakugo said too quickly. Kirishima nodded, a little too enthusiastically as he squeaked out, “Yep. Great. Totally fine.”

Your eyes narrowed in suspicion but you didn’t push it. “Okay, if you say so.”

Kirishima cleared his throat and finally twisted around to face you. That was clearly a mistake because the second his eyes landed on you properly, his expression went slack all over again. His gaze traveled over you once, reverent and stunned, before he caught himself and looked back at your face.

Kirishima always thought you were attractive—it was one of the first things that came to his mind when he saw you in person for the first time.

But now? When you were so close to him? Kirishima knew there wasn’t a single word that existed that could accurately capture just how radiant you were.

Pretty wasn’t enough. Beautiful wasn’t enough. Hot was true, but too blunt for the soft, stunned thing happening inside his chest.

Your smile hit him first, so bright and inviting. You were leaning slightly forward between the seats, cheerful and casual, like you hadn’t just made the air feel ten degrees warmer.

Then his gaze dipped before he could stop it—not in a disrespectful way, he would never forgive himself for that. It was more like his eyes didn’t know where to go because every part of you was demanding attention at once. The faint scent of your perfume wafted around you and it awakened something in him, he wasn’t sure what but it made his heart pound uncomfortably in his chest.

That was when the thought hit him.

I want to kiss her.

It wasn’t some casual, fleeting feeling, but it slammed into him all at once, settling deep inside him and refusing to leave.

He wanted to lean over the center console, cup your cheek, and kiss that cheerful little smile right off your face. He wanted to finally feel just how soft your lips were against his, to kiss you slow enough that you’d understand exactly how affected he was. He wanted to hear what sounds you’d make as he traced your skin with his fingers, sliding down lower and lower until they finally reach that sweet spot between your—

“Kirishima?”

He jolted back, finally coming back to his senses. You were looking at him, head cocked to the side and his stomach flipped. Glancing to his right, he saw that Bakugo was staring straight ahead with a locked jaw, but the pink twinge of his ears gave him away.

Kirishima looked back at you, reaching up and rubbing the back of his neck. “Sorry Sparks,” he said sheepishly. “You just…look really good.”

It came out a little lower and more breathless than he meant it to.

Your smile turned shy around the edges. “You think so?”

He nodded, eyes flicking to your lips one more time before he caught himself. “Yeah,” he said. “Really, really good.”

You laughed softly and settled back into the seat, humming along to the radio like you hadn’t just turned him inside out.

Bakugo remained silent and instead shifted the car into drive, pulling away from the curb. Kirishima didn’t know exactly what the blond was thinking, but he could gather it was similar to how he was feeling right now.

The ride to Midoriya’s was quiet, with you occasionally giggling from the backseat as you texted back and forth with the girls. Bakugo leaned his head back a bit to lean on the headrest.

This was going to be the longest fucking night of his life.

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