He Bought It At A Thrift Store

hinaken rkgk

katsuki is trying really hard to maintain his nonchalant act throughout the day.

as soon as it hits 12am, he frowns at being woken up by texts from many of his friends wishing him happy birthday.

in the morning, his parents video call him to show the embarrassing childhood pictures they've kept. "congrats brat, you're old. let's have a proper celebration during the weekend," mitsuki grins. katsuki flips her off before ending the call.

walking through the halls, he hears "happy birthday, senpai!" "happy birthday, bakugou!" every few seconds. he merely grunts in response.

in the afternoon, he's stopped by all might, who asks to eat with him. they spend their lunch talking about katsuki's progress and well-being. "i'm very proud of you, bakugou-shounen. i wish you a wonderful birthday," all might utters softly. katsuki nods and excuses himself first.

he's the first to stand up when class ends, about to leave when he suddenly feels someone ruffle his hair. "happy birthday, problem child," aizawa sighs. "take better care of yourself, huh?"

when he reaches the dorms, he's surprised by confetti and cheers from class 2A, 2B, some students from shiketsu, and some of his alumni. they bring out a big cake and sing really loudly on purpose to embarrass him. everyone comes up to him and thanks him for all he's done and how much they've inspired him. katsuki leaves barely an hour into the party.

he rushes to his room and locks the door, ignoring denki's complaints of him being a 'party pooper'. he turns around and jumps at seeing izuku sitting by his bed with a present.

"oh," izuku blinks in surprise. "hi! i didn't expect you to be up here so early."

"izuku," katsuki jolts. "what the hell are you doing here? weren't you just downstairs?"

"well, i wanted to give you my gift personally," izuku laughs, "and your room seemed like my only chance of finding you alone." he walks up to katsuki, gives him the box, and envelops him into a tight hug. "happy birthday, kacchan. we've been through a lot together, haven't we?"

katsuki pauses before hugging back just as tightly, his vision clouding. "a bit overwhelming," he mumbles.

both of them know immediately what he's referring to: the genuine attention, affection, and admiration he's getting today. in the past, the wishes he'd get would be along the lines of 'you're going to grow into someone with the strongest quirk,' only ever noticing his capabilities and future potential, but never him.

this was his first birthday after the war, and also one of the first birthdays in a while where he's around people who truly care about him.

"everyone's just happy they could spend kacchan's birthday together like this," izuku hums, closing his eyes with a grateful sigh as he rubs katsuki's back soothingly. "me too. i'm really, really happy."

back w some loverboys

“Did you hit?” “She’s so bad.” “Was it good?”

“No. She fell asleep in my arms knowing she’s safe from guys like you.”

Armin, Jean, Levi, Kirishima, Izuku, Bakugo, Hawks, Aizawa, Gojo, Geto, Itadori, Megumi, Choso, Nanami, Xavier, and Zayne.

Small crows' hang out 🐦‍⬛🧡

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Bonus: their hand poses match their 3rd Year Karasuno jerseys (Yachi is automatic #4, of course)

whatever man

₊˚⊹ ᰔ 🍰₊ little wish

katsuki bakugou is a notoriously light sleeper. he also goes to bed relatively early, and tonight is no exception. 

you’re kind of banking on the former when you shift in bed to face him, a little after midnight. 

his eyes flutter open, brow creasing when your fingers gently trace the line of his jaw. 

your smile is almost enough to ward away the post-waking grumpiness. 

“happy birthday, kacchan.” 

he wrinkles his nose, stifling a yawn. “it’s late, what’re ya doing?”

“how does it feel to have completed another year of being a top hero, smokin’ hot public figure, world-class chef, weirdly inspiring personal motivator, frontliner in the sassy man apocalypse, aaand my favorite person in the whole world?”

“feels like i wanna go back to bed,” he grumbles, burying his face in the crook of your neck. 

“fair,” you giggle softly, his nose tickling your collarbone. “any regrets?”

he huffs, breath warm against hour skin. “tch. not w’you.”

“good,” you hum, hands carding through his hair. “special wishes?”

“besides more sleep?”

“besides more sleep,” you agree, huffing out a little laugh. 

he pretends to think about it, voice muffled into your neck. his lips brush your skin when he speaks. “nothin’ special. just you.”

you beam into the dark, squeezing your arms around him. 

“and thai for dinner. the spicy kind. maybe cheesecake for dessert.”

“done and done.”

it’s quiet for a moment, nothing but the faint street noises and your mixed breathing filling the room. you think he’s fallen back asleep until he speaks in a low murmur. 

“‘m really your favorite?”

“in the whole damn world.”

“hmph. good. now let’s go back to bed.”

“whatever the birthday boy wants.”

pngs and icon not mine, dividers by @/saradika-graphics — i could proofread this but im not going to. silly thing to say happy birthday to The weirdo ever!! love and goodnight <33

Last Summer whisper.ᐟ𓂃𓇼 ⋆.˚

summary: the last day of summer whispers with the quiet sadness of endings, a melancholic promise of what must fade.

pairing: hinata x f!reader

wc~308, 3rd year hinata, angst & fluff, i miss summer and shoyo ˊᴖˋ

tag: @sahrii; @cherrysurf ♡

Her arms wrap around his waist, pressing her forehead against his, a calm feeling overtaking her body. 'I'll miss you.' She mumbles against his lips. 'I'll miss you more, baby.' Hinata says, cupping her cheek with delicate warmth, while her duvet-soft lips brush against his.

'Promise to send me pics of Brazil, okay? And call me often.' She says after a while, moving her head back trying to get a better view of her beloved. 'I will call you everyday, don't worry.' Her irises shine while she looks at him; her eyes remind him of the dark night sky that is scattered with refulgent stars.

Her soft face against his face, their bodies pressing together, and her gaze never leaving his, make his heart burst with gloom; knowing that soon he will be gone, and that he will forget how her lips feel against his, how her laugh dances in the air like music and how her sweet voice sounds.

She gets out of his tender embrace, 'I just remembered—we need to go to the department store later.' He sighs, a fake frown showing on his face, 'Yeah we should go... Wanna go now?' She pauses for a second, her eyes moving to his lips.

'Hmm... Yeah we should. It's better not to leave stuff for later.' He nods, his hands holding her face once again 'I love you, Yn.' Her eyes widened, a soft smile creeping up and softening her features; she chuckles while staring into the dark pools of his eyes. 'I love you too, and will never stop doing so.'

They embrace each other, not wanting to let the other go. Both of them realize that they will soon be separated, but they know that their love will endure. The distance won't be a barrier—it will be a testament to the strength of their bond.

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Captains💦

Oikawa, Kuroo and Bokuto

amoreco

shoyo hinata x fem!reader

warnings smut, mdni, fic under the cut, brazil!hinata, thigh riding, semi-exhibitionism, poorly written smut, please do not perceive me, dom!hinata, did i mention semi-exhibitionism?, reader wears a skirt

the night air was thick–humid, sticky, and humming with the restless energy of the city. below them, rio pulsed with life. a distant beat of funk music thumped from a bar down the street, voices rising and falling in drunk laughter. the golden glow of streetlights flickered and touched it’s surroundings–creeping and crawling up to find anything to grab a hold up; however, up here, they were untouchable.

or at least they should’ve been.

he sat on the cushioned lounge chair, legs spread wide and shorts riding up his toned, tanned thighs. his skin was still warm from the days sun; the familiar mix of salt, sweat, and cinnamon lingered on him, spicy and addictive. it was so undeniably him.

“you sure about this, amoreco?” he teased, hands placed strategically against her waist, fingers gently tracing shapes into the soft fabric of her skirt as he stared up at her. there was a playful glint in his eyes, but the heat behind his gaze was unmistakable.

the heat between them was palpable, a charge in the air that was only growing stronger the longer they stayed like this. her heart pounded in her chest, and she swallowed hard, trying to keep control, but it was hard when he looked at her like that.

before she could react, he shifted, a soft chuckle escaping his lips as he pulled her down, guiding her firmly onto his thigh. the motion was smooth, and as she settled herself onto him, the night air left traces of goosebumps on her bare skin.

she should have said no. the balcony wasn’t exactly hidden—anyone in the apartments across the way could look out at the right moment and see everything. but that was the problem. the risk of it, the heat curling in her belly at the thought of being almost caught.

and then there was him.

the way he looked at her, pupils blown wide, cheeks flushed from more than just the warm night air. his fingers flexed against her waist, impatient.

she gasped at the touch, feeling the warmth of his leg beneath her, the friction as she instinctively shifted, her core brushing against him. the sudden pressure was almost overwhelming, and her body reacted before her mind could catch up—tightening, craving more.

there was nothing between them but heat—bare skin against his shorts, damp lace pressing against solid muscle.

his gaze was locked on her, intense, tracing every subtle shift of her body. he could feel the damp heat between her legs, could sense how much she needed him, and it only made him tighten his hold on her, pulling her down just a little more firmly.

“you’re already soaked,” he murmured, spreading his legs wider, making sure she felt every inch of his thigh pressing against her.

she whimpered, fingers clutching his shoulders, but he didn’t let her move just yet.

“i didn’t even do anything,” he teased, his tone light, but there was a rough edge to it now, something deeper. his hands slid lower, slipping beneath her skirt, palms warm against the curve of her ass.

“hina—”

“nah.” his grip tightened, cutting her off, forcing her hips down until she gasped. the pressure—god.

“shoyo,” he corrected, voice dark, dangerous in a way that made her shiver.

then he moved her. slow, controlled, dragging her exactly where he wanted.

“that’s it,” he praised, watching her the whole time, watching her fall apart. his eyes—sharp, locked onto hers, completely focused on the way she trembled in his hands.

he was watching her, and she could see the desire burning in his eyes. the way his lips parted slightly as he drew in a breath, the shaky exhale of a groan every time she moved.

the air between them was heavy, thick with anticipation. she could feel every tiny movement, the slow drag of his hands, the way her body was reacting to him—like she was coming apart at the seams, but he was the only thing keeping her together.

“shoyo…” she whispered, her voice trembling, but he silenced her with a look, his gaze intense. she felt lost, like she could fall into him completely.

“i know,” he whispered back, his voice low, like he was savoring every moment. “just a little longer.”

she shuddered at his words, her body betraying her. she wanted more, to find some release, but his hands held her in place, rocking her slow against his thigh, making her feel the tension stretch tighter. every moment, every touch, pushed her closer to the edge without giving her relief.

“please” she whispered, not sure if it was a plea for him to move or to stop. her body, however, knew better. the instinct to press against him, to seek out that friction, was too strong to fight.

“shh,” he murmured, his voice deep and playful, yet edged with something darker. he tightened his grip around her waist and moved her just slightly, deliberately, forcing her to feel the hardness of his thigh against her aching clit, the pressure making everything intensify. his gaze never left hers.

“you’re so eager,” he whispered, his lips curving into a satisfied smirk. his hand moved from her waist to trace along her inner thigh, his touch light, teasing. “but you can’t rush this.”

her body responded before her mind could—her breath quickened, her pulse raced, and a heat blossomed low in her belly, spreading across her entire body. the subtle, teasing movements of his leg under her, making her grind just enough to feel it, only heightened the tension.

she tried to muffle a sound, biting her lip, but he wasn’t having that.

without warning, shoyo rocked his leg under her again, this time faster, more deliberate. his hands gripped her hips firmly, guiding her, pushing her down onto him with the slightest pressure, making it impossible for her to hold back.

“don’t hold back. let me hear you,” he murmured, flexing his thigh, forcing more friction, more pressure.

her breath hitched as she moved against him, the pressure building with each deliberate thrust of his leg beneath her. his control was undeniable, the way he forced her to feel every inch of him, making her pulse race faster, the heat in her body so intense now it was almost unbearable.

his grip tightened on her waist, his movements growing faster, pushing her deeper, and she couldn’t help but gasp as her body shuddered against him, her mind clouded by nothing but him, his touch, the undeniable force of his presence.

below them, someone laughed in the street. a door opened in the apartment across from them. a light flicked on.

she froze.

but he didn’t.

“don’t stop now,” he said, voice dripping with amusement, dragging her hips down again, making her grind against him even harder.

her fingers dug into his shoulders, desperate.

“shoyo—someone—”

“then you better be quiet, baby.” his lips brushed her jaw, his grin nothing but trouble. “unless you want them to know what you’re doing out here.”

her stomach clenched, heat coiling low, thighs shaking against his. her grip on his shoulder never let go as she rode his thigh through her high; soft gaps and grunts fell from her lips, just fueling his own desire.

and when a shadow moved in a window across the way, a flicker of light catching someone’s silhouette, shoyo smirked.

“told you it was risky.”

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