#ochako x reader

[cinna-creme]

he’s sweet, i swear !

a/n: i lit came writing this

ochako studies you as you lean back on the opposite side of the couch, lips pursing as you cuddle into one of katsuki’s shirts. you toss a pillow at her and she catches it with a grin. 

“are you sure you really like him?” ochako raises her eyebrows at you. “you can tell me.” she whispers. 

“he’s sweet, i swear!” you push her leg with your foot. 

“bakugo? sweet?” she giggles. “i’m sure he devours your lips like some ravenous animal.” she rolls her eyes. 

“sometimes but.. he really starts with soft pecks you know? cupping my cheeks and..” you trail off feeling heat rush to your face. “he’s sweet.” you huff. 

“yeah?” she bites her lip to hide a smile. 

“i’ll show you.” 

you cross the couch, cupping her cheeks and pressing a soft kiss to the side of her lips, another just under them, and then to the side before pressing your lips softly to hers. your thumbs brush the apples of her cheeks, feeling how warm they are under your touch and then her hands are on your waist. your tongue licks softly along the seam of her lips, humming when she parts them for you. 

you lick into her mouth, letting your hands slide up into her hair to hold her closer, her thighs falling open so you can settle more comfortably between them. you kiss down her jaw and make your way to her neck, sucking just under her ear and she lets out a little moan. you chuckle before kissing back up to her lips and then it’s a full makeout. 

her hands are pushing your shirt up and she’s swallowing down all of the sounds you make when she squeezes into your warm skin. you’re both too caught up in one another to notice the front door open and close, leaving katsuki to stand frozen watching you both on the couch. he clears his throat and you pull back. 

“kats.” you pant. “i was..” 

“you were what? tongue fucking cheeks?” he can’t hide the blush that’s creeping up his neck. 

“was showing her how you kiss me.” you whisper. 

“what else were you gonna show her?” he tilts his head. 

“well.. i dunno.. i don’t think i could eat her out as good as you.” you bat your lashes at him and press closer to ochako. 

“so what’re you saying baby?” katsuki takes a step closer. 

“why don’t you.. show chako how perfect your mouth is?” you turn to look down at her. “if you want.” you tilt your head a little. 

“really?” she looks up at you with round eyes. 

“mhm!” you smile. “kats is really good at it. bet he’ll make you cum really quick.” you turn to katsuki. “c’mere.” 

katsuki is kneeling down before the both of you in seconds, mouth watering at all the possibilities of tonight. you lift off of ochako, placing one last kiss on her lips and turning her so she’s facing katsuki. katsuki rests his hands on her thighs and looks up at her. 

“you sure cheeks?” he raises his brows. 

“yeah.” she nods. 

katsuki pulls ochako’s hips to the edge of the couch, grinning at the squeak that comes from her mouth when he starts to tug down her shorts. he tosses them over his shoulder and spreads her legs even more, licking his lips when you grip one of her thighs to help hold her open. 

“couple kisses from my girl got you all wet?” he presses his lips to the side of her calf. 

you gasp. “really?” your hand slips between her thighs and katsuki’s pants get tighter watching your fingers slide through her folds. “i did this chako?” 

“yes!” she moans. 

you pull your fingers away and she blushes watching you slip them into your mouth. “mmm, kats you gotta try.” 

he leans forward and licks a long stripe up her center, circling her clit once, twice, before sucking it into his mouth. she bucks forward and you lean over and take her lips, cupping her jaw and swallowing down each sound as katsuki flicks his tongue against her clit. he groans into her, feeling his dick twitch when her hand finds his hair and tugs. 

“fuck!” she pulls back. “fuck he’s good.” she tosses her head back. 

“can i take off your shirt?” you coo and katsuki’s eyes snap up to the both of you while he’s still suckling on her clit. 

she nods and the fabric is gone instantly, her tits spilling out and you're immediately dipping your head down to suck one of her nipples into your mouth. katsuki groans into her, the vibrations sending her eyes rolling back. he licks down to her pussy and pushes his tongue in, slowly starting to fuck it in and out of her. 

“i- i’m- nghhh!” her hips rock against katsuki’s face. 

you pull off her nipple with a pop and look up at her. “he’s doing so good, huh?” 

“fuck i’m gonna cum!” she shutters. 

“katsukiii.” you preen. “doing such a good job that chako’s already gonna cum.” you bury your fingers in his hair next to hers and tug. “i wanna cum too.” you almost pout. 

he pulls off of ochako instantly and she gasps. “sorry cheeks, my girl needs me.” 

“nooo.” you furrow your brows. “why don’t we just.. she can ride your face while i ride you?” your hand slips between ochako’s legs again so you can keep her on edge. “please? an’ i can kiss her again. katsuki please?” 

his brain catches up again and he’s standing and tugging off his clothes. he pushes the table back and lays back on the ground so the both of you can do whatever you want. you squeal and jump up, pulling ochako up with you. she sways and then starts taking your clothes off and leaving kisses all over your body. when she kisses your lips, she slips a hand between your thighs, feeling just how wet you are. 

“fuck.” he props himself up on his elbows. “c’mon, use me.” 

you both pull apart and turn to him, your eyes immediately finding his leaky cock. the two of you sink to your knees next to him and ochako helps you straddle katsuki’s waist, reaching down to line him up with your sopping pussy. 

“oi!” katsuki springs up when he feels her hands on him. “shit.” he groans when you sink down and toss your head back, katsuki falling back against the floor as your gummy walls suck him in. “c’mon cheeks.” he pats her waist and she scoots over next to his head. 

she straddles his face and he tugs her back down onto his mouth, wasting no time in shoving his tongue in her. you lean forward, hand hand braced on katsuki’s abs and the other on ochako’s waist as you take her lips. you start to ride him, whining into her mouth at the stretch of him and the way it feels to grind against him. ochako rolls her hips on his mouth and you can feel his muscles ripple beneath you. 

“i- hah!” ochako pulls back. “i’m- he’s so- fuck! cumming!” she soaks katsuki’s face and his fingers dig into her hips, keeping her firmly planted. 

one of her hands kneads into your chest, fingers rolling your nipple while the other slides down and finds your clit. katsuki groans into her when you clench around him, crying out both of their names as you hump against him faster. katsuki sucks her clit into his mouth and she pinches your nipple, moaning loudly as he starts to flick his tongue. 

she presses her lips back to yours as the both of you hump and grind against katsuki, getting lost in each other while you use him for pleasure. she’s rubbing your clit faster, panting into your mouth as you stare at her, tummy twisting with pleasure. 

“gonna cum.” you whine. 

“yeah?” she pinches your clit and you’re done for. 

you fall apart around katsuki and feel him fill you a second later, as he groans into ochako she tips over the edge again. the two of you stop moving, panting softly until you remember katsuki underneath you and slowly lift off. he’s panting and staring up at the ceiling, eyes completely glazed over. 

“thanks for the ride, bakugo.” ochako pats his chest. 

“yeah.” he nods. 

“told you he was sweet, chako.” you lean over and kiss her again.

[kamislop]

heh kinda early, but i was wondering if you could do the classic brothers best friend trope but instead of a brother, make it a sister and the friend would be ochaco?

older sister's best friend drummer!ochako uraraka 18+ MDNI!!!

your garage had been your older sister’s band’s practice spot since you could remember, music playing throughout the house at all times of day and night— oftentimes resulting in both her and her friends getting scolded by your mom. with time, your house became the default hangout spot, so it wasn’t unusual to find some of your sister’s bandmates casually lounging around. you basically grew up with them.

and it was probably the most cliché of clichés, getting a big fat crush on one of them— ochako uraraka, the band’s drummer. in your eyes, she had always been the textbook definition of cool, and childish admiration soon turned into something much, much hotter.

you don’t know how long you’ll be able to survive with these barely containable feelings, especially when she just keeps showing up like…this. on your couch, in a tiny top and even shorter shorts to fight the scalding heat of the season. yeah, surely someone up above wanted to kill you today.

“oh, hey y/n!” ochako greets you with a big smile. “wanna watch some tv? i’m sooooooo bored.”

“where’s my sister?” you asked, circling the couch to go grab a handful of grapes from the fruit bowl on the kitchen counter. “don’t tell me she’s still at her boyfriend’s? i though i’d heard her this morning.”

“hm?” she turns around. “hey can you throw me one?” she makes grabby hands at you, and you laugh before tossing a grape in her direction. she successfully catches it, plopping it into her mouth. “—to answer your question,” she mumbles with her mouth full, “she’s going to get kyouka because her car broke down, and since she usueally picks up mina, your sister has to detour to her house as well.”

“jees, she’s getting the full tour of the city,” you snort. “tell me about it,” ochako shakes her head. “i told her she could’ve just told me to come later, but then she said that you were home and could’ve kept me company.”

you raise a brow, skeptical. “did she say that? is she actually capable of saying nice things about me?”

“nope,” she giggles. “she just said you were home, i drew the conclusion from it that you might’ve been good company.” there’s something in the way she says it that makes you falter, heat creeping up your neck, and you pray she doesn’t notice how flustered you became just from her words.

“o-oh…” you shake it off with a chuckle, then try to come up with a way to change the topic. “uhm, i put up that poster you gave me! thanks for that, by the way, it’s so cool and it looks so good. i put it on the wall where my record player is.”

ochako beams at that. “really? would you like to show me?”

oh, how that backfired.

the thought of ochako being in your room has you stalling once more, your brain filled with thoughts you definitely shouldn’t be having right now. you realize you’ve been waiting too long to reply when she tilts her head. “s-sure!” you finally croak out. “o-of course, let’s go upstairs.”

“i’m sorry for the mess,” you look over your shoulder as you open the door to your bedroom. “i still haven’t finished unpacking so…yeah, it’s not too pretty.”

you weren’t exaggerating. since coming back from uni, you’ve been grabbing the clothes you wanted to wear directly from your suitcase, uncaringly dropping what you didn’t need on the floor. the only thing you did was putting back up your posters and other decorations, as well as reorganizing your figures and manga volumes on the shelves— it was still very much a work in progress, though.

“don’t worry!” ochako chuckled reassuringly from behind you. “you should see mine, even when i don’t have stuff to unpack.”

rambling is your only way to ignore just how fucking nervous you are at the moment. sure, ochako has been in your room before, but the two of you were never quite alone like this. it was either her, kyouka and mina dropping by to say hi when they came to practice, or to slip you a jell-o shot - or two…or three - during parties.

this…this was much different.

“well, i see you’ve unpacked the essentials only.”

and you’re about to come up with a playful reply before you’re following her line of sight, your face contorting into an expression of pure horror when your gaze falls on the vibrator lying on your unmade bed, only half-hidden by the sheets but still very unmistakably vibrator-shaped.

you want to die.

no, you need to die. like right now, with the floor cracking beneath your feet and sucking you into the depths of the earth.

“ah, uhm…t-that’s…i-i don’t…” you whimpering, overwhelmed by shame as ochako simply looks at you, clearly trying to fight back a laugh as she watches you squirm, not wanting to make you feel any worse. “i-i’m so sorry! this is so embarrassing,” you scramble to the bed, trying to hide it under as many pillows you can, hands shaking as you fumble with them.

ochako can’t hold back, bursting into laughter, doubled over with both hands clutching her stomach. the fact that you look like you’re about to throw up doesn’t help. “oh my gosh, sorry, sorry,” she wipes away a tear. “that’s…that was too funny, sorry. but there’s nothing to be ashamed of! if that makes you feel better, i own a few of those myself, it’s completely normal!”

you’re kneeling on the bed, hand still clutching a pillow as you look back at her. she has toys too? if you weren’t mortified enough before, the image of ochako touching herself is—

“stupid boys weren’t treating you right?”

when did she get on the bed!?

she’s sitting right next to you, so close you can smell her perfume mixed with a bit of sweat from the heat, big brown eyes staring right into yours. rosy lips stretched into a grin. you’re pretty sure she can hear how loudly you gulp.

“ah, t-that’s not—”

“or maybe girls?” she leans in, her nose only a breath away from yours.

your heart shouldn’t be beating so fast, the sound of your own blood thundering in your ears, and you’re not sure if you’re more scared or embarrassingly turned on. “i haven’t, uhm…i-i don’t really…”

admitting that you’re a virgin would surely make you look like even more of a loser. sure, there was some rubbing situation once, with an equally as intoxicated girl who was a year your senior at a party, but nothing more. because that girl wasn’t ochako.

“hm? no one, really? oh, poor girl,” she coos, and the faux sympathy in her voice has your thighs clenching together. “and i’m sure your…friend doesn’t satiate you enough, am i right?”

you can only nod.

“i can fix that.”

and you’re not sure how you end up with your shorts and panties discarded to the floor, shirt bunched up to let your tits spill free, red marks decorating the skin. ochako’s kiss is like a drug, obliterating any rational neuron in your brain and overriding it with something primal and depraved.

“oh, look at her,” she holds your thighs apart, marveling at the thick coat of glistening slick on your cunt, drooling hole clenching around nothing. “already so puffy and needy…no one’s been giving her the attentions she deserves, am i right?”

your chest heaves with panting breaths, ochako’s calloused hands manhandling your thighs is a sight that makes every fantasy you’ve ever had pale compared to the real thing. she isn’t even looking at you, tucking a strand of auburn hair behind her ear to get even closer as she talks to your pussy, breath fanning over your sensitive core as her thumb spreads your folds.

“chako…” you call her name in a shaky whimper, but it quickly turns into a loud sob when three of her fingers come smacking! flat down on your poor cunt. your legs instinctively close shut, but she doesn’t let you, wrenching them open once more. “i wasn’t talking to you,” she chides. “i was talking to her. now, where were we—”

the sound of the front door opening downstairs has the both of your bristling. “ochako? ochako, are you still here? i brought mina and kyouka!”

you almost fall off the bed as you rush to grab your clothes and fix yourself, while ochako calmly gets up and stops on your doorway. “yeah, i was in the bathroom! i’ll be down in a minute!” she turns to you then, making sure you see her putting in her mouth those same fingers that had been coated in your juices only moments ago, licking them clean.

“thanks for keeping me company,” she chirps. “i’ll come by to say goodbye later. don’t miss me too much, ‘kay?”

┊┊a/n. i don't really know how much older ochako is 3 years at best? her and reader are a senior and a freshman in college respectively? dunno man...i wish i could've made this longer but i was revising for my exam the whole day...wish me luck for tomorrow chat :(((

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[cupidkats]

yes & double yes ❤︎⁠ @.ochako uraraka · 1s smau. girlfriend! ochako x fem! reader. established relationship. fluff. mention of skipping meals. “babe” & “baby” usage. ochako is buff and no i’m not taking criticism on that. short n sweet.

[kawaiik8o]

bnha characters when you leave them alone with your baby and it starts crying.

incl: K. Bakugo, I. Midoriya, S. Todoroki, E. Kirishima, T, Amajiki, H. Sero, O. Uraraka, M. Yaoyorozu, M. Ashido

I fking hate writer's block mannn... the Mina request💫 and part 3 to prof! Izuku will be out soon! so hv this thing in the meantime 🙏

mlist!

[maeveybelle]

ur ochako smut is sooo gooddd !!

can i have top!ochako where there on vacation to the beach with their 1-A friends but fem!reader is teasing tf outta her and ochako goes full freaky deaky on her in their hotel room?

(lowk inspired from ur other one but i tried changing the plot js a bit) 🤗🩷

Challenging Me?

༉‧₊˚. summary: bratty!reader teasing gf!ochako at the beach and gets a lesson back at the hotel

༉‧₊˚. warning/s: wlw smut, mdni, 18+, cunnilingus, overstimulation, fingering, use of strap, top!ochako, dom/sub dynamic, teasing, use f petnames

༉‧₊˚. w/c: 3.1k~

The sun beat down on the private beach stretch the class had rented for the week. Waves crashed steadily in the background while laughter and shouting filled the air. Most of Class 1-A had scattered—some in the water, others sprawled on towels. You and Ochako had claimed a shaded spot near the rocks, but you’d spent the last three hours making sure she couldn’t relax for a single second.

You leaned over her towel, droplets from your wet hair landing on her stomach as she tried to read. “You’re looking a little flushed, Ochako. Sure it’s just the sun?”

She glanced up, cheeks already pink. “Y/N.”

“What?” You grinned, dragging a finger along the edge of her bikini top. “Just making sure my girlfriend isn’t overheating. Wouldn’t want you floating off again like yesterday.”

Ochako’s eyes narrowed, but the corner of her mouth twitched. You’d been at it all day—brushing against her in the water, whispering filthy little comments when no one was looking, pressing your thigh between hers while you “helped” apply sunscreen. She’d been patient. Barely.

By the time the group headed back to the hotel for dinner, her patience had worn thin.

The elevator ride up to your shared room was quiet. The second the door clicked shut behind you, Ochako grabbed your wrist and spun you around, pressing your back against the wall.

“You’ve been a real pain in the ass today,” she said, voice low. Her usual soft tone had an edge to it now. She tapped you with her fingertips—Quirk activated—and your feet left the floor, floating inches off the ground.

You smirked, heart racing. “Finally. Thought you’d never snap.”

Ochako floated you across the room and dropped you onto the bed. You bounced once before she was on you, knees bracketing your hips, hands pinning your wrists above your head. She deactivated her Quirk so gravity settled again, her weight keeping you in place.

“You think it’s funny, teasing me in front of everyone?” She leaned down, lips brushing your ear. “Rubbing up against me in the water like that. Telling me how wet you were while Mina was two feet away.”

You shivered, biting your lip. “Maybe I do.”

Ochako’s hand slid down your body, yanking the knot of your bikini top loose with one tug. The fabric fell away. She palmed your breast roughly, thumb flicking over your nipple until it hardened.

“Brat,” she muttered. She shifted lower, mouth latching onto your other nipple, sucking hard. You arched off the bed with a sharp gasp. She didn’t let up, teeth grazing just enough to make you squirm.

When she pulled back, her eyes were dark. “You’re gonna stay right here and take it. No tapping out. Got it?”

“Yeah—fuck, yeah.”

She stripped the rest of your bikini off efficiently, then stood up long enough to shed her own. The sight of her—sun-kissed skin, determined expression—made heat pool low in your stomach.

Ochako climbed back on top, this time facing away from you in a reverse straddle. She hooked your thighs over her shoulders and lowered herself onto your face without warning.

“Get to work, Y/N.”

You groaned into her, tongue sliding through her soaked folds immediately. She was dripping. All that teasing had clearly affected her more than she let on. You licked and sucked eagerly, focusing on her clit while she rocked her hips against your mouth.

Ochako moaned softly, then leaned forward. Her fingers spread you open before two slid inside you without preamble. You moaned louder against her, the vibration making her thighs tense.

“That’s it,” she breathed, pumping her fingers deep and steady. “Keep that pretty mouth busy.”

She added a third finger, curling them perfectly against that spot inside you. Your legs shook around her shoulders. She ground down harder on your tongue, chasing her own pleasure while driving you closer to the edge.

You tried to warn her you were close, but it came out muffled. Ochako didn’t stop. She rubbed your clit with her thumb in tight circles until you came hard around her fingers, hips jerking up, moaning into her pussy.

She rode out your orgasm, then lifted off your face just enough to let you breathe. Her fingers kept moving slowly inside you, dragging out the aftershocks.

“Already cumming?” She sounded amused. “We’re nowhere near done.”

She flipped around, settling between your legs this time. Without giving you time to recover, she pushed your thighs apart and buried her face in you. Her tongue was relentless—lapping, sucking, fucking into you while two fingers continued their steady thrust.

You grabbed at her hair, thighs trying to close around her head. “O-Ochako— shit— too soon—”

She pinned your hips down with surprising strength. “You can take it. You wanted this, remember?”

The overstimulation hit fast. Every lick sent sparks shooting up your spine. You writhed under her, torn between pushing her away and pulling her closer. Ochako hummed against you, the vibration making your eyes roll back.

When she sucked hard on your clit, you came again with a broken cry, back arching off the bed. She didn’t pull away. She kept licking you through it until you were shaking, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

Ochako finally sat up, lips shiny, looking far too satisfied. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

“On your stomach.”

You rolled over on shaky limbs. Ochako grabbed a pillow and shoved it under your hips, tilting your ass up. She straddled your thighs, one hand pressing between your shoulder blades to keep your chest down.

You heard the soft click of the bottle of lube from the nightstand. Then two slick fingers pressed against your ass.

“Relax, Y/N,” she murmured, leaning down to kiss your spine. “You’re gonna take these too.”

She worked one finger in slowly, then the second, scissoring gently while her other hand reached around to play with your clit. The dual sensation had you moaning into the mattress, pushing back against her hand.

“Greedy,” she teased, adding a third finger. “Look at you. Still trying to get more after cumming twice.”

You whimpered when she pulled her fingers out. The blunt head of the strap she’d pulled from her suitcase pressed against your pussy instead. She’d packed it. Of course she had.

Ochako pushed in with one smooth thrust, bottoming out deep. You gasped at the stretch, fingers clawing at the sheets.

“Fuck— Ochako—”

She gripped your hips and started fucking you in earnest—deep, rolling strokes that made the bed creak. Each thrust pushed you harder into the pillow, ass raised perfectly for her.

“You like pushing me until I snap?” she asked, voice breathy but steady. She reached forward and grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back. “This what you wanted?”

“Yes— God, yes—”

She fucked you harder, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. One hand slipped under you again, rubbing your clit in time with her thrusts. Your third orgasm built fast, almost painfully.

“Don’t hold back,” she ordered. “Cum for me.”

You shattered again, clenching hard around the strap, a broken moan tearing from your throat. Ochako kept going, fucking you through it until your legs gave out.

She pulled out and flipped you onto your back. Her face was flushed, hair messy, but her eyes were still hungry. She pushed your legs up and over her shoulders, folding you in half as she slid back inside.

This angle was brutal. She hit deep with every thrust, grinding against your clit. You were oversensitive, sobbing quietly with each drag of her cock inside you.

“Too much?” she asked, not slowing down.

You shook your head, tears slipping down your temples. “D-don’t stop—”

Ochako smiled, dark and satisfied. She pinned your wrists again and leaned in close, fucking you with short, punishing thrusts.

“Gonna cum one more time for me, Y/N. Then I’ll let you rest.”

You didn’t think you could, but she worked your clit steadily, never breaking rhythm. The pressure built again—sharp and overwhelming. When it finally broke, your whole body seized, a silent cry stuck in your throat.

Ochako groaned softly as she came too, hips stuttering against you before she collapsed, still buried deep.

For a long minute, the only sounds were your ragged breathing. She eventually pulled out carefully and untangled your limbs, pulling you into her chest.

“You okay?” she asked, voice soft again. Her fingers traced soothing patterns on your back.

You nodded weakly against her neck. “Yeah. Fuck… you went hard.”

“You earned it.” She kissed your temple, a small smirk in her voice. “Keep teasing me tomorrow and we’ll see what happens.”

You laughed breathlessly, already sore and satisfied. “Challenge accepted.”

༉‧₊˚. A/N: wlwwwww!! happy pride yallll

comments and reblogs are always appreciated!!

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[bakugoswifee]

Bakugo k. hc's losing his girlfriend.

Warning- none

angst, that's mainly it. + Bring tissues .

1. He Becomes Quiet & Withdrawn – The loud, brash, explosive Bakugo everyone knew is gone. He doesn’t yell anymore, doesn’t argue, doesn’t snap at people the way he used to. He just… exists.

2. Stops Hanging Out with Friends – Kirishima, Mina, Denki, and Sero try their best to get him out, but he refuses. When he does show up, he barely talks. Just sits there, eyes unfocused, lost in his own world.

3. Blames Himself – Even if it wasn’t his fault, he convinces himself that he could’ve done something. That if he had just been stronger, faster, better—he could have saved you. It eats him up inside.

4. Still Talks to You – Late at night, when he’s alone, he’ll talk out loud like you’re still there. Telling you about his day, the stupid things his friends did, how much he misses you. He hates how quiet the house is without you.

5. Wears Your Stuff – Keeps one of your hoodies in his closet, still smelling like you. He won’t admit it, but he sleeps in it sometimes. If you had a necklace, bracelet, or ring, he either wears it or keeps it in his pocket.

6. Keeps Your Room/Side of the Bed the Same – He doesn’t change anything. Your clothes stay where you left them, your favorite mug is still in its spot, and he refuses to move your pillow. It’s like he’s waiting for you to come back.

7. Gets Lost in Memories – Sometimes, he catches himself smiling at an old picture of you two before reality crashes down. Other times, he zones out completely, trapped in memories of your laugh, your voice, the way you used to roll your eyes at him.

8. Still Cooks Your Favorite Meal – Every once in a while, he makes your favorite dish, but he never eats it. Just stares at it for a while before pushing it aside. He just wants to feel like you’re still around.

9. Sleeps on the Couch Instead of the Bed – He can’t sleep in your shared bed without you. It’s too big, too empty. So he crashes on the couch most nights, pretending it doesn’t bother him.

10. Loses His Temper in Fights – On the battlefield, he’s reckless. Fighting harder, pushing himself past his limits, because what does it matter anymore? He’s angry—at the world, at himself, at whatever took you away.

11. Can’t Stand Hearing Your Name – If someone brings you up, he tenses. He either shuts down completely or storms off. He wants to talk about you, but it hurts too much.

12. Refuses to Cry in Front of People – He keeps it together around others, acting like he’s fine. But late at night, alone in the dark, the tears come. And he hates himself for it.

13. Talks to Your Grave – Whenever he gets overwhelmed, he visits your grave, sitting there for hours. Sometimes he talks. Sometimes he just sits in silence, staring at your name, gripping the headstone like it’s the only thing keeping him together.

14. Doesn’t Celebrate His Birthday Anymore – He used to love it when you planned surprises for him, made him a cake, gave him your dumb little handmade gifts. Now? He doesn’t even acknowledge it.

15. Keeps His Phone on Do Not Disturb, But Still Scrolls Through Your Messages – He won’t respond to anyone, but he rereads old texts from you, listening to your voice memos over and over again, just to hear you one more time.

16. Doesn’t Know How to Move On – Everyone tells him you’d want him to be happy, to live his life. But he doesn’t know how. Because to him, life without you doesn’t feel like living at all.

Extra :

People just didn’t get it.

No matter how much time passed, no matter how many times his friends told him he should "try to move on," Bakugo couldn’t. He didn’t want to. He already had the love of his life, and the world ripped you away from him.

So when Kirishima—the dumbass—thought it would be a good idea to introduce him to someone new, Bakugo already knew how this was gonna go. "Hey, man, I just want you to meet her," Kirishima said, rubbing the back of his neck. "No pressure, just—" "I ain’t interested.". "You don’t even know her yet!".

"And I don’t need to."

But before he could walk off, the girl was already there, all smiles and nervous energy. "Hi, Bakugo! I’ve heard so much about you." He barely glanced at her. "Tch. Good for you?". Kirishima nudged him hard in the ribs. "Dude, be nice." Bakugo clenched his jaw, his patience already wearing thin. "So," the girl tried again, "your friends tell me you’re a pro-hero. That must be exciting!". He didn’t answer. Just exhaled through his nose, crossing his arms. "Uh… I was actually hoping maybe we could—". "Fuck off." The table went dead silent. Kirishima sighed like he knew this was a bad idea. The girl’s face fell, but Bakugo didn’t care. He wasn’t about to sit here and pretend to entertain the idea of someone else.

He turned on his heel and walked off without another word, hands stuffed in his pockets. The ring he still wore on a chain around his neck felt heavy, like it was reminding him who he really belonged to.

It was you. It would always be you.

Dividers! - credits @junabuggy 🤍

Sorry this took so long, I really needed a break and was stressed out. But I hope you enjoyed it!

[minuikat]

crush!ochako taking all your hints as friendly gestures (wlw) ; 0.3k

cw: oblivious ochako, very cute ending, lesbian!reader.

crush!ochako who was the sweetest girl you've ever seen.

if only you weren't so shy all the time. the way she walks around not caring what the world throws at her. you've been admiring crush!ochako ever since the sports festival. while everyone was impressed by bakugo's strength and quirk, you were staring right at her, hearts in your eyes.

not to mention her smile. oh that smile. everything about crush!ochako is just.. perfect.

"hey yn!" ochako greets you at the doorstep of your classroom. her signature smile plastered all over her stupid, cute face.

"h-hey uraraka." you nervously stutter out. she walks in as if nothing ever gets in her way, ever.

on valentine's day, you decided to actually ask crush!ochako out.

that didn't go as planned either..

"uhm uraraka..? you approach her as you get all red in the face from embarrassment.

"hi yn! what's up??" i can't do it.

"can we talk privately.?"

"sure!" you both walk outside the classroom, her following you out as you clutch your sleeves.

"is there something you wanted to ask me?"

just do it, damn it!

"whileyoubemyvalentine?" you quickly sputter out words before you can chicken out."i-it's totally fine if not! no pressure!" you exclaim anxiously while looking down, silently preparing yourself for rejection.

"I'd love to!" she happily answers as she hangs you so tight you turn a bit blue. "I'd love to spend valentines with you, yn!!!" honestly, what are you even supposed to say to that?

"m-mhm! can't wait!" you mentally facepalm yourself for forgetting about how oblivious the is sometimes. welp at least I tried, you shrug to yourself as you walk back into class, sitting down in your seat. a win is a win. you lay your head down on your desk and begin falling asleep as you finished all your assignments for the day.

what you failed to notice, however, is how crush!ochako's eyes linger in your direction for a little longer for it to be casual.

a/n: no i'm not coping with my recent break up, shut up.

dividers; @pixopix

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[grenadehearts]

౨ৎ lazy mornings with ochako, legs tangled together, the soft snoring of her breathing. the sun shining in through the delicate lace of the curtains, highlighting her auburn locks messily cascading down her flushed face. her pale pink tank top rising up her midriff, exposing milky tanned skin that you know—if you were to touch—would melt into your fingertips like molten lava.

and she’ll stir, straight into your arms, as you stare at her with messy strands loose from your braid—the one she did last night with doting hands. and her wide doe eyes will open, lashes fluttering gracefully, and you’ll see the milky brown reminding you of creamer being stirred into coffee. of deer frolicking in the meadow, white spots and all. of silky lace ribbons tied in hair.

and you’ll playfully jab and knead at each other’s skin, neither wanting to get up, rolling around and tangling in the covers until you end back up side by side. warm hands on even warmer skin. the sun covering you both like a halo. the blanket laid loosely on the edge as you run fingers through hair and swap gloss, tasting the cherry chapstick on her plush lips.

pulling away with a dopey grin.

“mmm, strawberry?”

and she’ll giggle and hide her face into the pillow—because you guessed it right (you always do). and you’ll follow her movements, tickling her skin, causing her to squirm and laugh until the sound melts away.

and then you’re above her, peering into her eyes—the color of your shared irises swirling and mixing together into something almost digestible. and her face will light up a rosy pink, and you’ll press soft kisses all over her until the sun gets exceptionally bright and your cat comes in, tail swooshing in the air with soft meows, letting you both know it’s time to start the day.

ochako gets out of bed with a delicate yawn and a stretch of her limbs, revealing her sleep shorts with little teddy bears on them. and you’ll shoot her a daring grin, and she’ll beam—round cheeks and all—as she races you to the kitchen. footsteps pattering against the wooden floor, socks slipping on tile until you both reach the kitchen, breathless and giggling, gripping onto each other and the counter for support.

and you’ll bicker over who makes breakfast, dopey grins all the while, both so desperate to spoil the other that you settle on just doing it together. although she has a way of coaxing you easily, so you’re seated on the kitchen counter, legs dangling off the ledge as she mixes pancake batter. and you’re eating strawberries out of the carton while she flips pancakes, and as they sizzle into the heat of the pan, you’re tugging on her tank top, pulling her straight into you, settled between your legs.

you feed her strawberries and rub the red-tinged berry around her lips before kissing her—lapping the sickly sweet nectar off her mouth.

she tastes like springtime. like swimming in the lake where lily pads rest. like rolling down an open field where flowers cling to your skin and lighten your soul.

and you’ll shove the fork with fluffy sweetness—powdered sugar and syrup clinging to it—into your mouth, but it’ll never taste as sweet as ochako’s lips on yours. and you’ll lay cross-legged with matching tummy aches, endlessly flipping through the channels, only to find there’s nothing nearly as interesting on tv as ochako’s sweet voice filtering through the air, straight to your heart.

and the day will pass by quietly, and before you know it, the sun will set and the animals will rest. your bedroom floor will be coated in thrown shirts. the house will smell of cinnamon and vanilla from the baked cookies. the bathroom will still have the soft glow of dimly lit candles, and the scent of ochako’s cherry blossom shampoo will drift throughout the master bath to the bed you’re laying on—bubbles still drifting in the air from the bath you both shared mere moments ago, skin lathered in perfumy scents, tangled bodies sinking into warm sheets.

and you’ll lay on the bed, the mattress sinking you further and further down, covers hung over bodies, fingers intertwined, moving in harmony with breathless gasps of overwhelming ecstasy—twisted in each other’s entropy.

and you’ll taste the moonlight on her lips. you’ll taste every season that passes—from spring showers to december’s chill. and you won’t be able to rest until you hear the sound of her breathing that soothes you to sleep.

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