#denki x m!reader smut

[deadhands69]

A Fantasy with Nice Shoulders

MDNI

Katsuki Bakugo helps you after you're hit with a sex quirk, based on the same idea as the Shigaraki one here

Katsuki Bakugo x gn/afab reader

All characters in 3rd year, over 18 and you should be too if you're reading this

Warnings/Content/etc: soft but slightly possessive Bakugo, swearing, very light violence, oral (m/f receiving), slightly public/people listening, sex (various positions), walk of shame.

*the start’s a little angsty but idk how to write anything that doesn’t turn into mushy fluffy smut 

**a lot of feelings of not consenting to being hit by the quirk, but the actual physical interactions are very much consensual/have been wanted for a while

***this one’s long, it got a bit out of hand [4.9k words]

“They thought it would be funny” you hear someone say. A black cloud of dust had just dissipated, leaving a shocked Monoma and Mineta in the middle. “I don’t think they actually realized how dangerous what they did is” added another voice. 

You had all heard of the sex quirk villain terrorizing the city. Every news station had been talking about it all week. 

While on patrol for his internship this morning, Monoma picked the villain’s quirk up attempting to apprehend him to no avail. After some brief convincing from Mineta, they assumed it would be a fun prank to make all of the fem-bodied 3rd years a little horny. What they didn’t realize is this quirk doesn’t just make people a little turned on, it drives them to insanity if not dealt with. 

“A new article was posted on this today, the effects are worse than previously assumed.” you hear Iida’s nearly robotic voice over the crowd “It can cause permanent damage to quirks and mental stability if intercourse isn’t acted upon promptly!”

Oh, I could fucking kill them you think before launching yourself across the room. Monoma dodges and yells that he’s so sorry and will make it right before running out the door to get help. Mineta on the other hand, is still in shock.

You make quick work of him, leaving him tied to a chair in the common area covered in bruises. The teachers will arrive soon with Monoma and they can deal with it. Turning away and walking to your dorm room, you hear him hurling some insult at you but can’t be bothered to listen.

Most of your classmates are trickling out of the area. Fortunately, the others in your class affected by the quirk all seem to be taken care of. Your best friend Shoto is even leaving with his crush. You’re happy for him but can’t say it doesn’t hurt a bit that he didn’t bother to check on you. It’s not a big deal though, Momo needs help. 

And you’ll be fine. 

You think. 

Or maybe you won’t be.

The happiness for your friends using this as a catalyst to confess to their crushes feels sharply in contrast with the overwhelming loneliness and dread you feel walking back to your room alone. Sure, you have a crush on someone too but he left earlier this morning and you didn’t expect him to be back until tomorrow night. Bakugo frequently leaves on the weekends to visit his parents.

You consider texting Denki or Kiri for his number but they just left with their crushes as well and you’d rather not interrupt them. 

Besides, even if Bakugo was here, you don’t think that would make much of a difference. To put it lightly, he doesn’t seem to be into you. When you and Shoto hang out in the common area like you always do, his red eyes glare at you from across the room. Just seeing you seems to put him in a bad mood. He doesn’t even yell at you like everyone else, seeming to ignore your mistakes as if they aren’t worth his time to correct. He did argue with you once, the first day of school but when you threw it back at him he just stared at you. After that, he always seemed indifferent. It was disappointing, his sass seems like it could be fun sometimes. 

You’d since written it off as a lost cause and tried to move on. Still, there’s something that draws you to him that you can’t quite place. Something in his eyes that hints things could be different. 

You close the door to your dorm, comforted by the familiar space. Iida’s words ring out in your head again “...permanent damage...”

That’s just one article, maybe this won’t be as bad as they say you think before a dizzy spell makes you double over.

Flopping face first into your bed, you scream into your pillow.

Katsuki Bakugo just got back from the gym, walking into an uncharacteristically deserted common room. It is Saturday, right? His eyes light up when he sees Mineta still bound to the chair you left him in.

You didn’t fucking ask for this.

Someone finally snapped, good for them. He’s a little sad to have missed it. 

“What happened?”

Mineta stammers at the looming figure above him before blurting out random bits of the story. “t-the villain. Sex quirk. And Monoma- we thought it was harmless but then-”

Of course he’d heard all about this quirk, who hadn’t. Clearly Mineta.

“Are you that fucking stupid?”

“N-no we just thought-” 

Bakugo was losing interest, having put the dots together by now. At this point, Mineta was rambling how it would be okay, listing the names of their classmates who had left together.

“Jiro and Kaminari, Ochaco and Midor-”

“Raccoon eyes and Red, [y/n] and Icy Hot, yeah yeah”

“What? No. Todoroki didn’t leave with [y/n], he left with Momo.”

“Huh?” Curiosity replacing the disappointment in his voice. “Who’s with [y/n] then?”

“No one, they left alone. Serves them right. That delinquent’s the one who did this to me!”

“Glad someone finally did,” Bakugo mutters under his breath, smacking Mineta with a small blast while walking past him to the stairs.

Back in your room: you’re losing it. Every article says the same thing: you’re fucked. You’d read as many as you could before the overwhelming desire became too much to handle and you couldn’t keep track of the sentences anymore. You tried to fix it yourself too, but no matter how hard you tried your touch only seemed to amplify the problem. Leaving you feeling overheated, your panties desperately drenched. It’s only been fifteen minutes, this will get even worse.  

“Oh come on, you can’t just leave me here - wait!”

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.

It’s probably one of your friends, you think, wondering who would bang so loudly on your door (also who finished that quickly????) In the heat of the quirk, you’d taken off your hoodie - leaving you in a nearly see through white tank top and the tiny athletic shorts you’d been wearing all day. Your friend’s wouldn’t care though.

KNOCK KNOCK.

You make your way to the door, thighs clenching around your aching groin as you walk. Swinging it open, you find yourself face to face with a black skull hoodie. Your heart nearly jumps out of your chest before remembering, he doesn’t like you. And he’s not even supposed to be here this weekend. Why’s he here?

“Bakugo, why are you here?” you grumble, sounding much more gruff than intended.

“Uh, nice to see you too?” his fingers tap impatiently on the door frame next to your shoulder.

“Any other day, I’d love to word spar with you but today I just can’t.” you turn to close the door.

“Why? Are you mad your crush left with someone else?” 

“What?” you rub your eyes in confusion before getting distracted. Bakugo is hot in workout clothes on a normal day. This quirk was rendering it nearly impossible to concentrate on his words. Not with the way every muscle in his thighs appears to be sculpted into his pants, leading up to his-

“Icy Hot.” he repeats himself, “He left with pony tail. ‘s why you’re pissed, right?”

Oh, that. You’d forgotten about that.

“What? No. Shoto and I are just friends. Besides, he’s had a crush on her forever and she needed his help.” you say blankly.

“You needed help too though,” that one stung. He continues, “sounds like a shitty friend if you ask me.”

“Look. If you’re just here to criticize my friendships, I can’t deal with it right now. Are you done?“ your voice breaks. You step back slightly, hoping to hide in the dimness of your room. He’s not wrong, but you really don’t want him to see you cry. 

“I-” he notices the tear in the corner of your eye and knows that one hit too close. He’s off to a bad start. If he keeps talking like that, you’ll definitely slam the door in his face. 

Much more quietly he tries again. “Look. I didn’t mean to- fuck, I’m so bad this.” Biting his lip, he wipes his hands on his pants before shoving them in the front of his hoodie. His cheeks flush, making the scar under his eye look pale in comparison. Is he nervous? That can’t be it.

Regaining his composure, he looks back at you. “I came to see if you’re okay, if you n-need anything.” 

It’s the most quiet you’d ever seen him. He can’t look you in the eyes. Glancing down, he notices how see-through your shirt is before quickly looking away. He focuses hard on the walls of your room, hands still deep in his pocket.

Of course you’d always wanted Katsuki Bakugo in your dorm room, but assumed it would be different. You imagined that one day he’d start fighting with you like everyone else and fighting would turn into play fighting which would turn into him being nice every once in a while. You always assumed, under his prickly exterior, he’d be soft and sweet inside. You’d never seen it though. Not even when the prettiest girls in your school threw themselves at him, only to be on the receiving end of an explosion. Still, you hoped maybe one day you’d be the one who could break through that, finding something loving underneath. Your crush was all built on a fantasy, but it was a nice fantasy. A nice fantasy, with nice shoulders. 

Back to reality.

He at least thought to be here now, which is better than the apathy you were used to. It’s a start.

Closing the door behind him, you turn to walk back to your bed when the world shifts. The dizziness had been coming in waves, this is just another one. You could expect it now. Tensing to hit the ground, you’re engulfed by his athletic arms instead.

“Come in,” you whisper “I really don’t want to be alone right now.”

“Holy shit [y/n], you okay?” he holds you in his arms, looking down at your face.

“Oh, yeah. This has just been happening,” you trail off, hardly aware of what you’re saying. You’re trying to find up from down, only to find every direction your body leads you to is him.

“This has been happening the whole time??” his clenched jaw could easily be mistaken for anger but the waver in his voice gives away his concern. He doesn’t seem to mind you grasping his sweatshirt to right yourself. His body feels warm against you, much warmer than you - making you wonder how he’s managing to be so overdressed right now. Pulling closer, he feels firm under his soft worn hoodie. He smells like laundry detergent and deodorant, with a subtle sweetness. The throbbing in your tight shorts worsens, the quirk-induced ache leaves you feeling empty. You need more of this. More of him.

The dizziness passes and you’re back on your feet. He lets go of you but keeps his arms near as you steady yourself against the wall. 

Deep breath. If your friends managed to confess to their crushes today, you can too. Your situation might be a bit different, but he’s not stupid. He knew very well what he was walking into when he showed up. He has to expect this.

Here it goes. 

“Bakugo?”

“Yeah? D’ya need somethin?”

“I need your help.”

“Whaddya need?”

“You.”

He nods, understanding. “Yeah. I can do that.”

“Really?” That’s all it took? Holy shit.

“Pshh. What kind of a damned hero would I be if I can’t even fuck a sex quirk out of ya?” the mock confidence would normally make you cringe but he stepped closer and your face is now inches from his. His hands move to the wall behind you, caging you between his arms. Looking down at you, he pauses.

He wants to throw you on the bed. To shove you face first into the mattress and make you scream his name all day for every other girl in the dorms to hear while they’re being awkwardly fumbled by amateurs. He wants to fuck you as hard as he can, so good it’ll ruin anyone else for you. He wants to make everyone jealous of you. 

But when he’s right here with you. 

When he leans in closer. 

His lips barely brush against yours. 

Bringing his arms down from the wall, he cups your cheeks. Holding you softly, pulling you in closer but just as sweet. It isn’t the rough boldness you would expect from him, but it was explosive in its own way. Every subtle move of his lips drags up wishful feelings you’d been burying deep inside you for the past three years.

He pulls back for air, his heavy eyelids opening to see you confused at him.

“Oh.” you breathe.

“Did I do somethin wrong?”

“No, I just didn't expect that.”

He rolls his eyes. 

“You’re just being… nicer than I expected,” you clarify. Understatement of the fucking year.

“’m never mean to you” he mumbles. Even in the low lighting you can see how hard he’s blushing. To hide his embarrassment, he closes the gap between your lips again - this time with more confidence. Mouthes pressing together, his tongue dancing with yours.

Taking this as an invitation to move forward, your hands embrace his body. Exploring every inch you’d only dreamed of. The soft skin of his neck you’d grown accustomed to staring at sitting behind him in class. The ridges of his back you watch flex under his suit when he’s training. You take off his sweatshirt to run your hands over his arms, his black tank top giving you a better view of the muscles and scars that cover them. Fingers lingering on every curve. You pull your hands from the top of his chest down to his thighs. Your touch veers up his inner leg when his hand grabs your wrist, stopping you.

Grimacing at himself for the pause, he bites his lip to collect his words.

He definitely can’t say he hasn’t thought about doing this with you. He has. Constantly. To a point, he maybe wondered if it was unhealthy. It’s actually the reason he went to the gym this morning, he needed to think of anything else but your ass in the tiny little shorts you were wearing while casually making a cup of coffee. The ones you’re wearing now, pressed up against him.

But having you now? Like this?

“Wait.” His voice is gritty but softer than you’d expect.“What?” 

“Things ain’t gonna be weird with us, right?”

“No weirder than ever. Why?” 

He looks away momentarily. Not wanting to say it if you hadn’t been thinking the same thing. For his own sake though, he can’t bring himself to leave this unaddressed.

“Cuz I skipped a few steps, I was supposta take you out and stuff first.”

“Well, I’ll let you know to ask me out in advance next time I plan to get hit with a sex quirk.”

“‘m serious. ‘m not fucking this up.” 

“You can take me out later.” you smile, his eyes soften looking into yours. Something in his stare makes you melt like ice cream on a summer day. Is this the sweetness you’d always dreamed of?

Feeling too hot, you take off your tank top, throwing it on the ground nearby. His eyes drop and the corner of his mouth creeps into a smile. His hands move to your waist before gliding up to trace the shape of you. He follows your lead - pulling his shirt off and exposing the scars scattered over his toned body.

Granting your own wish, your hands trail down the V along his hips and into his pants. Closer, you need to be closer.

Without thinking you drop to your knees. The pants don’t leave much to the imagination, his outline appearing rock hard already (and he didn’t even get hit with that quirk). Peeling back the fabric, his cock bounces out heavily. It’s massive in a way that would usually scare you but with the audaciousness of a sex quirk taking over your inhibitions, you only want it more. Grasping the soft skin with both hands, you bring the dripping pink tip to your mouth. You have to. It’s so beautiful and you need it. He gasps as your tongue lolls out and you bob your head forward.   

One of his hands finds your neck, thumb gently caressing the back of your head; the other planted on his own face leaning over you with his elbow into the wall to steady himself. You watch his abs flex with every heavy breath before your eyes find his.  

“Fuck, you’re so fucking good” he groans. You moan at the sound of his voice, sending vibrations through him.

He doesn’t last long. To be honest, he’s a little embarrassed by this but he really had been thinking about you in these shorts all day and didn’t expect this to happen. Less than a minute later, his hips are sputtering while he whimpers “wait, [y/n] gonna cum.”

Perfect.

Even in your throat, you can’t take him all the way in at this angle. Increasing the speed of your hands, you pull your mouth back enough to look up at his face again while still working his sensitive tip. His brows furrow and he bites his lip, exhaling hard while gripping your hair tighter. 

“Fuck… cumming” he whines through clenched teeth. His dick gushing in your mouth.

You stare up into his crimson eyes, licking him while letting his load drip through your lips down your chest. The astounded look on his face says he’s into it. 

Milking out the last drop, you let him gaze at you while catching his breath. You grab your tank top to wipe your chest and face off but he’s already pulling you up before you can finish. Pressing you back into the wall. His lips find yours as he cups his hand around your cheek.

“So fucking pretty,” he mumbles between kisses, “now it’s my turn.”

Suddenly, his strong hands grip the backs of your thighs. Not removing his lips from yours, he carries you across the room to your bed. Laying you across his lap, he takes the shirt still in your hands and finishes cleaning his cum off of you. Still worked up, every touch he gives is met with your moans. Noticing this, he works his hands around your body. Lightly grazing and squeezing where he pleases. Taking off the shorts he’d been daydreaming about removing all day. You’re soaked through your panties, pressing hard into him as his fingers gently pass over you.

“Wanna sit on my face?” he asks, knowing you’re dying to grind into him any way you can.

Absolutely, you do.

A little too eagerly, you shove him back onto your bed - he doesn’t mind. First, you peel the wet fabric from between your legs. Climbing over him, you position yourself above his face. Your ankles slide under his shoulders, fingers tangling with his above his head to steady yourself. You slam into him, dropping harder than intended (okay, you really want this.) A bit rough, but you know Dynamite can take it. Slightly overwhelmed at your enthusiasm, he groans into you before his wet tongue laps at your folds. Sucking and biting at your clit as you ride his face. His hand follows over yours as you move to grip his blonde hair. 

You’re almost there.

KNOCK KNOCK.

“Hey, [y/n] are you okay in there?” Mina’s distinct voice sounds through your door, “we’re worried about you.”

“Yeah, I’m.. uhm. I’m good.” you yell back, trying (and slightly failing)  to control your breath.

Glancing down, Bakugo’s eyes light up. Without warning, he shoves his tongue into you. Your world spins.

“Fuckkk” you moan under your breath, gripping his hair harder. He’s enjoying this.

Of course the other hero students would immediately jump back into helping people, but now? There’s no way you’re answering the door right now.

Shoto inquires next,  “are you sure, we read more and-”

“Yeah, I’m- I’m fine!” you manage to get out before throwing your face down and exhaling hard into a pillow. You feel your pussy throb as you cream on his tongue. He’s still not slowing down, determined to make you break. His hands now squeezing hard around your thighs, pressing you into him.

“I think someone’s in there,” Mina giggles. 

“We should probably give them space, it’s the manly thing to do right?” Kirishima adds.

“Wait, I wanna know who it is!” Sero’s voice chimes in. 

How many people are out there??

“In that case,” Momo adds, “[y/n], I made these for you. I’ll leave them out here, okay? Hope you’re being safe!” Something slides under your door but you can’t make out what it is.

You continue to hold your breath, clenching around his relentless tongue.

Finally, their voices trail off down the hallway. Bakugo (you should probably call him Katsuki after that) lessens his grip allowing you to roll onto your bed. Pulling your face away from the drool and bite mark covered pillow, you start to catch your breath. He presses himself up, rubbing his messier than usual hair and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. After a quick kiss on your forehead, his heavy footsteps make their way to your door and back before throwing a few condoms on your bedside table.

Useful. Thanks Creati.

He decides it’s his turn to be on top. With your legs wrapped around his hips, he slowly presses forward. His tip slides into your wetness and you feel yourself stretch around him. Bringing his lips to yours, he kisses you like earlier - soft, passionate. He’s being so sweet you wonder how this is the same person who was just tongue fucking you, trying to get you to scream while all of your friends listened. The same person who grumbled and rushed past you this morning without a hello.

“Ready now?” he grins at you.

Considering his glacial pace, you weren’t really sure when it happened: he bottoms out in you before pausing. You wrap your hands around the back of his neck, scratching them through his soft hair. Thoughts of who he was earlier blur away, taking in the feeling of him in you now. He slowly resumes movement. 

His tongue inside you felt amazing earlier, but his dick is even better. Hitting every sensitive spot you didn’t even know you had. He sucks your bottom lip into his, gently nipping as he picks up the pace. You’re panting hard, kisses becoming sloppier. He thrusts into you, harder and deeper.

“Fuck Katsuki,” you moan, “gonna cum.” 

“Do it. Cum on my dick,” he growls back, slamming harder into you.

Your throbbing cunt pulses around him while you scream in his ear (you'd feel bad but it's not like he can hear that well anyways.) Hands dragging down his back, pulling him in closer to you.

A jolt of pain amplifies your pleasure as his teeth connect with your throat. Biting down while he whimpers into your neck. You feel him pump into you, exploding white into you while you ride out the waves of your own orgasm.

As you both come down, you run your hands over his scared face. Wanting to cling to any moment of softness you can get from him. He closes his eyes, melting into your touch. 

“Thanks for your help,” you whisper in his ear.

“Help? Oh. Yeah,” his gravelly voice is soft against your cheek, “I’ve wanted to do that for a long time, you don’t have to thank me.” He pulls out, leaving you feeling empty again.

“How’re you feeling?” he asks, tying a knot in the condom before tossing it.

You stand up. No dizziness yet. You test your quirk. Almost back to normal.

He picks up another condom from the table, giving himself a few strokes before putting it on.

“Again?” you ask.

“You’re not through the quirk yet, are you?” His red eyes pierce through you and you know there’s no use trying to hide anything from him.

“Almost.”

“I can do better than almost,” he smiles and find yourself pressed into the wall again. His calloused hands running over you in contrast to his smooth lips leaving a trail of small pecks over your neck. 

In one fluid motion, he grips the back of your legs, pulling you up while sliding you back onto his dick - this time faster with more ease. You gasp, clutching his shoulders while he roughly thrusts into you. 

“ya feel so good on my cock, you’re doing so fucking good,” he chokes out between heavy breaths, "you look so fucking pretty taking me like that."

The pressure in your gut rises every time he pounds into you before spilling out, sending pulses of satisfaction through your whole body. You shove your head into his shoulder, crying his name while he fucks you harder. Toes curling as your heels dig into his back.

Before you can catch your breath, he throws you back on your bed.

Strong hands pull you onto your knees, your back arched, and face finding your pillow again. Grabbing your ass to bring you closer, he penetrates you again. His fast pace resuming, making you whimper into your pillow.

His hands find yours, bringing his elbows to either side of your shoulders. Groaning in your ear “ya sound so fucking pretty, louder for me,” as he plows into you. You scream, feeling yourself pulse around him as your pleasure cascades through you.

“Ka-katsuki” you whine, the sound of his name in your voice sending him over the edge.

With another hard thrust, he stutters his hips into you, exhaling hard. For the third time today, you feel him flex in you, filling the condom. You stop biting your pillowcase to look at him. His bright eyes staring back at you through heavy lids.

He thinks you look so fucked out and pretty on your tear-stained pillow.

“You did so good,” he breathes, “you feel better now?”

“Definitely”

Definitely better but 

So.

Fucking.

Exhausted. 

A sliver of light slices through your room. Your hands move across the bed but it’s empty.  Yesterday feels like a hazy dream. The ache between your legs reminds you it was definitely real. Your neck and hips are sore too, must have fallen asleep at a weird angle. Blinking your eyes open wearily, there’s a note on the pillow next to you. 

You know you should clean up more, go to the bathroom down the hallway but you’re so tired you can’t manage to do more than melt into your sheets. The last thing you remember before drifting off to sleep is Katsuki helping you get dressed for bed and wrapping himself around you.

Had to leave early this morning for extra training but let me buy you coffee. Text me when you wake-up and we can meet at that place on the edge of campus.

Katsuki xxx-xxx-xxxx

You check your phone. 

[you have 57 new messages and 14 missed calls] 

The latest few, from Mina, asking who’s in your room. Quickly, you swipe them away. That’s a long story and you’re not sure how you’ll tell it. You can deal with it later. You text Katsuki. 

You [heading out now, meet at the coffee shop?]

Katsuki [see you soon]

Getting ready in a rush, you quickly throw some pants on before brushing your teeth, pulling your hair out of your face, and heading down the stairs.

Walk normal you remind yourself on the way into the common room, trying to look like Katsuki hadn’t spent half of yesterday pounding his massive dick into you. The rest of the class doesn’t know that yet and considering that it’s new, you aren’t really sure if he wants them to know. That probably wouldn’t be the best way for them to find out, anyways. 

Ochoco’s voice beams behind you “Hey [y/n], you’re alive! We were so worried about you!” 

“Hey Ochoco! Yeah, I’m okay!” you yell back.

Hearing you’re awake, Mina runs from the couch to hug you. “Hey!!!” Her eyes widen. “You had a good night!” she says before giggling “I’ll text you!”

Mineta scoffs at the sight of you before getting far out of your way. Good.

Tsuyu, Iida, and Jiro all stare from the couch, they wave back politely but avoid eye contact. 

Denki high-fives you. 

Sero also high-fives you before running to the couch and handing Jiro money. Is this about beating up Mineta? They can’t possibly know about anything else.

Deku looks mortified. “Uhm.” He grabs at the collar of his shirt.

Is there something on your sweatshirt? Using the window by the exit as a mirror, you check.

Oh, shit. There’s more than something on your sweatshirt. 

Tiredly, you assumed the hoodie you woke up in was yours; this one has a big white skull on the front. Peaking out above that, a massive bite mark covers half your neck. You pull the hood up but it still doesn’t cover it.

You [just looked in the mirror]

You [why didn’t you warn me???]

Katsuki [now everyone knows ur mine 🧡]

[you have 8 new messages]

[angel-sweets666]

wrong photo! II

Denki kaminari x reader

the after events after part one (there’s smut in that, beware)

tags :@b0o0o @wtvbabes you two wanted a part two, it’s here (I’m so sorry for being offline for like a week)

warnings : mentions of smut, makeout n stuff. M!neta. (Yes mineta is a warning on its own.) it’s shorter than usual I’m so sorry I was so uninspired

READ FIRST PART TO UNDERSTAND(or don’t, idc 🎀)

SHIT YOUR HOMEWORK

You suddenly scrambled up from your cuddle spot next to Kaminari, grabbing your phone and checking the time. "Dude, it's 10 PM and I have homework due in an hour," you groaned, exhaustion clear in your voice. You glanced over at the naked blonde next to you, who was grinning smugly, acting all high and mighty despite being a virgin just 25 minutes ago.

"That was a good waste of 20 minutes, aye?" he said, a cocky smile plastered on his face.

"Oh, shut up," you scoffed, rolling your eyes as you quickly pulled your underwear back on. The urgency of your looming deadline added to your frustration, but you couldn't help but feel a hint of amusement at his newfound confidence.

"Wait, hey, where are my boxers?" he asked, sitting up and looking around the room in confusion.

you spotted his boxers on the floor and threw them at his face. "Here, catch," you said, a smirk tugging at the corners of your mouth.

“OKAY EW.”

Kaminari quickly pulled the boxers off his face, his expression a mix of surprise and disgust. "What the hell was that for?" he exclaimed.

"Throwing your clothes around my room," you replied nonchalantly, not even looking up from your task.

The blonde huffed, pulling his boxers onto his hips in an attempt to cover himself. "Okay, so that was just rude," he said, crossing his arms over his chest and watching you as you pulled on your shirt.

"Yeah, well… womp womp," you shrugged, already picking up the pen you were using for your homework.

"OH, SO NO CUDDLES? WE JUST FUCKED AND THERE'S NO AFTERCARE? Rude…" he complained, his tone a mix of playful annoyance and genuine humor.

"Do you want me to mess up this homework?" you asked, giving him a pointed look.

"Better late than never…?" he ventured, trying to lighten the mood with a grin.

"DENKI."

"WHAT?" he replied, feigning innocence.

You couldn't help but laugh at his antics, despite the frustration of your looming deadline. "Just let me finish this, and then we can cuddle, okay?" you offered, softening your tone.

Kaminari's face brightened at your words. "Deal," he said, plopping back down on the bed with a satisfied smile. "I'll just wait here, then."

As you focused on your homework, you felt a sense of calm wash over you. Despite the chaotic nature of your relationship, moments like this reminded you why you enjoyed being with Kaminari. His lightheartedness and ability to turn any situation into a joke made even the most stressful times bearable.

The sound of your pen scratching against the paper filled the room, punctuated by Kaminari's occasional hums and movements. He was clearly trying to be annoying “hey what’s that?” He grinned and picked up a crumbled up piece of paper “a paper ballsack.” You rolled your eyes and kept writing.

“Mmmmmmkayy” kaminari slowly put the paper ball down, then picked up another thing “what’s that?” Kaminari picked up another thing, this time a stress ball. You looked over your shoulder to see what Denki had picked up this time “erm…. Pink ballsack”

“Mkay so not everything is a ballsack.” Denki looked at you with a look that only said “are you fucking serious rn?” “I’ve seen yours”

“UHHHHHMMMMM WHATTTTT? NOOOOOO???”

you put your pen down and turned your body to look at Denki “if you get dressed I’ll take us on a walk to the convenience store and we can get snacks and cuddles yeah?” You smiled warmly

you two got dressed and opened the door of your dorm

only to find that mineta had been listening to you two fuck. This. Whole. Fucking. Time.

Was this rushed? Yes. I have had no inspo so send in asks I’m begging

[skymar13]

please please PLEASE do something about whiney virgin!kaminari x fem!reader where he gets pussy for the first time, i would literally FOLD

Virgin!Denki Kaminari x Fem! Reader

University AU

:Smut MDI , all characters aged up!

TW: Obvious smut warnings, unwrapped (pls wrap it kids) loss of virginity m/f oral.

Not proof read because I HATE reading my own writing.

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Denki kaminari was somebody who talked about sex 24/7, all day everyday. Mixing this fact with the idea that he was incredibly thirsty people assumed that their classes whore couldn’t be a virgin it was simply impossible.

You had been under this impression so you decided to never asked fighting that simply it’s do more damage than it would good. And kaminari couldn’t tell his experienced girlfriend that he had absolutely no idea where the clit was. He’d watched pornos but he never really focused on the parts that matter, only focused on burning off some steam. He was growing impatient as you’d only gotten to 2nd base and he needed to feel what it’s like being inside someone, inside you to be more specific.

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You and Kaminari were laying on your bed making out. You were straddling his lap while he held your waist pulling you impossibly closer. You feel his tent tight from under you, so you break the kiss raising an eyebrow at you boyfriend making him turn into a hot blushing mess. “I’m sorry it’s just it was so good and you’re so-“ “Denki why’re you apologizing? I’m happy my boyfriend is turned on by me.” You continued to kiss down his jaw his movements being paused from shock and astonishment, but he soon followed your previous actions. You started to grind down on his hips making him let out a loud groan. “Sensitive are we?” You joked but his reaction being one of embarressment. “What’s wrong Denki? It’s okay if you’re uhm..vocal?” You said trying to make the atmosphere lighter to no avail. He looked at the floor for second before his eyes went back to yours. “I’ve never gotten this far with someone before, I’m a total virgin.” He said rushed but you heard him clearly “that’s okay we can go slow.” You said with a kind smile “I don’t want to go slow unless you do?” He said with a wanting look in his eyes as if he’d shatter if you said you didn’t want to do this with him. “Okay I’ll follow your lead” you said with a nod. With your approval he smashed his lips onto yours his hands gabbing at every ounce of skin that he could making you groan into the kiss. You rolled your hips into his you both let out a soft whimper. He pulled away from you lifting up his shirt over his head then discarding it somewhere on the floor. You did the same with yours leaving you in a bra and your pj bottoms. He looked at your covered breasts practically drooling. “What never seen boobs before?” You teased making his face go into fake hurt. “I’ve seen boobs trust me I’ve just never had sex, get your facts straight hun.” He said sarcastically before his hands were back on you. You placed your hands on abdomen feeling his abs then moving to his back then eventually tangling your hands in his hair tugging slightly making him lift his head exposing his neck to you. You left open mouth kisses up and down finding his sweet spot and sucking slightly on the spot. You let of his neck with a small ‘pop’ looking at him as he had a dazed expression. You got off his lap sinking to your knees and motioning for him to move towards the edge of the bed. He did so without even thinking anticipating on what you were going to do. You began to unbuckle his belt then the button of his jeans then the zipper. You played at the hem of his boxers making direct eye contact. “Stop teasing me and do something it hurts so bad!” He whined and my did it make you wet. “Say please don’t be rude babe!” You said laughing to yourself. “Oh my god please [name] please I need it so bad please.” With out saying another word you brought out his member, it was prettier that you’d expected. He wasn’t the thickest but he had good length and well trimmed with a pretty pink tip already leaking pre. You began leaving kitten licks up and down his shaft. He let out low groans and moans. “I need more please stop teasing me already.” He hissed out with saying anything you took him in full bobbing your head up and down sucking him in the right ways. He let out a sigh of relief getting in pleasure. He tangled his hands in your hair pushing your head down and pulling your head up lightly. You tapped his thigh signaling you needed air. You came off his dick a string of saliva connecting the two of you. Your hand went to massage his balls, he let out a loud moan quickly covering his mouth. “Don’t be ashamed let them know.” You giggled out at his embarrassment quickly spitting on his shaft and continuing your previous actions. You felt him twitch in your mouth knowing his was close. You bobbed your head fast sucking with more pressure turning him into a groaning mess. He looked pretty like this: fake read mouth slack and eyes shut. An imagine you burned into your mind. Just as he was about to cum you pulled off quickly replacing your mouth with your hands. “Where do you want to cum?”

You had barely any chance to finish before he yelped out “your face. Please please let me cum on your face.” You nodded quickly pushing him to his orgasm. He stuck to his wishes white ropes coating your face. You brought a finger up to the mess taking a stripe of his cum and tasting it. “So yummy babe, want a taste?” You asked coming up to kiss his lips. He groaned into the taste of you noticing the sticky substance he grabbed a nearby cloth helping you wipe off the mess he’d made. “Your turn.” He said switching yalls position and pushing you on your back lightly. He took your previous seat on the floor pulling you closer to the edge. “Can I uh..take these off?” He pulled at the waist band of your panties and pajama pants, you nodded with a weak “yes please” with that he slid them throwing them somewhere across the room immediately diving in. “Hey babe. You’re licking my thigh.” You let out. “I’m sorry I havnt done this before I just want to reciprocate it! Can you show me?” He said embarrassed face red not do to the heat. With your fingers you directed him to where he should be focusing on. And he knew what he was doing after that. Eliciting moans and whimpers from you. He added one of his digits into your hole making you arch your back at the contact. After a couple pumps he added a second. “Is this good?” He questioned. “You can go fast but yes you got!” You said trying to contain your moans. He did as you wished pumping his fingers in and out of you faster, his tongue circling your clit with more force you quickly came on his face. He carried you through your orgasm his face coming up to yours sloppily making out with you groaning at the taste of yourself on his tongue. With the same rag you helped him clean up your juices.

He pulled you in with open mouth kisses swiping your lips when you opened your mouth he immediately shoved his tongue in li king your cavity. He broke away a mixture of seriousness and list clouding his eyes. “Can I fuck you?” He asked you nodded your head fast without warning his directed his tip to meet your opening. He gave himself a count down and slowly started to push himself into you making sure to give you time time to adjust. He arched your back the contact making you both groan. At first you’d hissed at the stretch but the pain turning into pleasure. He slowly rocked his hips into yours feeling your walls clench down on him. “T’s way better than m-my hand” he let out making you let out a mixture of a moan and a laugh. Your hands came up to rest on his shoulders. Your own hips moving to meet his. He began to push into you at a fast pace feeling like he needed to be deeper. You could feel the knot in your stomach beginning to form and you knew he was close too, his cock twitching ever so slightly. With a few more thrusts you knew you were about to cum. “Denki I-I’m gonna cum” you let out trying to hold off your own orgasm. “Me t-too.” He hissed out. After two more sloppy thrusts you felt the knot un do and you released all over his shaft. Your vision going black and your mouth slack. He tried to pull out but your walls keeping him in. “I need to cum so bad. Can I cum in you? Please?” You gave a tired nod not even realizing the question. He released his load inside of you with a loud groan. His body falling limp on yours. After a few minutes of catching your breaths he finally pulled out. You grabbed the rag and helped him clean up before cleaning yourself. “I love you so much” he said out of nowhere. “I love you too.” You responded. After you cleaned up you slid your pajamas back on and changed the sheets.

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The was written in a rush lowkey. I lost my first draft. But anyways as always requests wanted!!

[zxvmp]

DTF? (Denki x Fem!Reader)

summary: it’s the weekend, so you and your classmates decide to celebrate your off days partying. where would be a better place to party than the club? What you didn’t think would happen was hooking up with Kaminari.

tags: alcohol, underage drinking, smut, improper quirk usage, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it guys), vaginal sex, roughness, skin marking

a/n: not proof read, so sorry for any errors 😩

You scrambled through your dresser drawers looking for an outfit. If you were going out with your classmates, you wanted to look extra good. There weren’t many opportunities for you to dress up and look good, so you wanted to take advantage of this opportunity.

It was Mina’s idea to sneak out when Aizawa fell asleep. The club was your idea. It took a bunch of convincing Yaoyarozu to create fake ID’s for everyone. Not to mention getting Ida to not snitch. He agreed to be on watch out for you all in case Aizawa got up.

The plan was perfect.

You pulled out a short, skimpy bright red dress that looked like a stripper would wear. It shocked you that you even owned such a thing. You thought it was a bit too much, but you really didn’t have anything else. Plus, you were sure the other girls would wear similar things.

Once the hallways started to silence, you took the time to get ready and patiently wait for a text message. You wore your hair down with a slight curls at the ends. Your makeup was subtle, just mascara, blush, and lipgloss.

As your phone buzzed on your nightstand, you applied your finishing touches and checked your phone.

Mina 🩷

alr guyss

we’re in the clear! 😍

meet up in the front quickly!! (1:02 a.m.)

Kirishima 🪨

awesome 😎

i’m so pumped

Mineta 😐

me too 🤤

*Jirou, You, Yaoyarozu, Uraraka, & others disliked Minetas message*

You slid on white high-top converse and quietly opened your door. Since you didn’t own any heels, your converse were just going to have to do. Plus, you didn’t want to deal with sore ankles the next day.

The walk down to the front doors was difficult. Mostly because everyone was containing their laughter from trying to be quiet. It didn’t help that Denki accidentally tripped down the stairs, causing a loud bang to roar throughout the staircase.

Once you all made it to the front, Denki used small voltages to disable to cameras set up. After all of the cameras were disabled, you booked it towards the front gates where multiple taxis were parked. You made a mental note to thank Yaoyarozu for paying for them.

You ended up jn a taxi with Denki, Mina, and Kirishima. The four of you were known as the planners for party situations. It was a tight squeeze in the backseat, but you all managed. You were in between Mina and Denki.

To help pass time, you played mini games on your phone. As you played your games, you noticed you forgot to charge your phone. You let out a sad sigh and disregarded the low battery notification.

Denki heard your sigh and turned his head to notice your low battery. “I got you.” He pointed a finger at your phone and used his quirk to charge your phone.

You gave him a smile, “Thanks.”

He nodded and turned his head to continue talking to Kirishima. However, your eyes were left lingering on him. He wore a black dressed shirt that was slightly unbuttoned with a gold chain. For pants, he wore black baggy jeans. An all-black combo. His cologne entered your nostrils which made you start to realize how attractive Denki actually was. You knew he was hot, but tonight he looked better than usual.

Seeing him now really set something off in you.

“Whatcha lookin at?” Mina whispered, nudging you playfully.

You bit back a smile and nudged her back, “Stop.”

Mina giggled, “C’mon just say it’s already! You think he’s hot.”

Just before you could raise your hand to silence her, Kirishima caught your attention.

“Yo, we’re here!” Kirishima excitedly hopped out the car. Denki gave you a quick glance before hopping out shortly after.

You looked back at Mina and she raised and dropped her eyebrows playfully, making you roll your eyes.

As you scooted towards the door of the car, Denki stood outside with his hand out. You paused before taking his hand.

“What’s up with all these kind gestures? You’re usually always finding a way to annoy me.”

Denki laughed, “Who says i’m still not finding ways?”

You let out a small yelp and jolted at the sudden feeling of a shock. “Ow!”

While Denki was in a laughing state, you took your chance to activate your quirk. You raised your hand and summoned a water hand to follow your action. A loud slapping sound echoed throughout the crowd, causing some people to turn back and look at the two of you.

“OW! Mine did NOT hurt that much.” Denki rubbed his cheek and wiped a tear that formed in his eye.

You snickered, “C’mon, half of them already made it in.”

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Loud music played throughout the club. You were already five shots in of the 10 minutes of being there.

“Damn (Y/N), you do this often?” Kirishima watched as you downed a shot, amazed at how you were in the lead.

You, Denki, Mina, Kirishima, Bakugo, and Yaoyarozu were all in a drinking competition. At first, it started off with the whole class. But after three shots, multiple people tapped out.

“Nope, maybe you guys are just lightweight.” You wink, finishing another shot. In truth, you really didn’t know how you were managing multiple shots.

Bakugo snatched the shot you were reaching for before you could grab it, “Shut you damn weirdo, I won’t allow you to beat me.”

You giggled, “Alright tough guy, I was about to tap out anyways.”

And thank god you did. While you watched the others compete to drink, it all hit you. You were cheering on Denki as it happened. In one blink, your vision became slower and you could feel your body become fuzzy.

“Damn, you guys look fucked up.” Mina laughed, nudging Kirishima to look.

“How many did you guys take?!” Kirishima burst out laughing.

You looked over at Denki and noticed his eyes were half-lidded and a drunk smirk was plastered on his lips. The two of you help eye contact before he broke it.

“Wayyy more than you.”

You giggled, “Yeah!”

“Whatever, i’m gonna go find someone to dance with.” Mina got up and disappeared into the large crowd of people.

You decided dancing was a good idea and began dragging Denki into the crowd without a thought. Flashing lights were displayed everywhere and you could feel strangers brush up against you every other second.

“Awe you wanna dance with me?”

You shrugged your shoulders, “I’m bored.”

At first, it started with the two of you singing your heart out to a justin beiber song. Mina probably managed to sneak in a song request because you knew it was her favorite song. Then, as the music began to drift off to other songs, you found yourself dancing against Denki.

His hands were rested on your hips while your back was against his stomach. You felt so free and loose drunk. It was amazing. Not to mention the rush of excitement you felt whenever you’d occasionally grind your ass against Denkis crotch. You could tell he enjoyed it from the way his grip on your hips would change.

You felt goosebumps form on your neck when you felt Denki kneel down to your level to rest his head on your shoulder. You turned your head slightly and caught his eyes.

In that moment, it was like everything around you was a blur. It was only you and Denki. His eyes traveled from your eyes to your lips. You felt the urge to kiss him. He must’ve felt the same thing, because he beat you to it.

His lips were on yours in an instant. You gasped into the kiss when you felt his hands slowly move around your body. The kiss escalated quickly. You turned around to wrap your arms around his neck for a better angle.

After a while, you both pulled away to catch your breath. You stared up into his yellow eyes admiring his handsome face. Behind his half-lidded eyes, you could tell his gaze was filled with lust. You couldn’t lie and say you weren’t aroused either.

A smirk formed on your lips, “Down to fuck?”

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It was a risky gamble. As everyone began to head back to their dorm rooms, you managed to sneak into Denki’s unnoticed.

The second the two of you reached his room, your hands were all over each other. A trail of clothes and shoes were led up to his bed. Soft moans escaped your mouth as his mouth attacked your skin. One of his hands were placed beside your head while the other was slowly making its way down your thighs.

You gripped his forearm when you felt his middle finger run down your slit. His smirk deepens and you could he was enjoying every moment of this. He loved the way your facial expressions changed with each touch. It’s like he knew your weaknesses.

“Had a feeling you liked me.” He inserted his ring and middle finger, making you whine, “Tell me i’m wrong.”

“What…?” You breathe out. Your mind was focused on the way his fingers were plunging in and out of you. The alcohol in your system made you sensitive to any and every touch.

“C’mon, you don’t think I tease you all the time just for fun? I do it because I know you like it.” His pace increased, “I mean, when I didn’t hear you deny Mina, it all started to piece together.”

You were at a loss for words. You’d have to kill Mina later for her loud mouth.

“If you knew, why are you trying to get it out of me n-now?” You words were mushing together from the sensations you were feeling. Denkis fingers were curling up into you at a perfect angle.

He giggled, “I dunno, just wanted to hear it from you.”

Before you could say anything else, you were cut off by the waves of electricity coursing throughout your body. Denki placed his thumb on your clit and used his quirk to stimulate you more. You never thought such a feeling could make you feel so good.

A loud moan echoed in his room and you felt a knot form in your stomach. Through your blurred vision, you could see that Denki was in awe.

“Fuck..”

His lips crashed onto yours and you could feel another shock jolt your body. With a final thrust of his fingers, you came undone. Your release coated his fingers and you were almost embarrassed at the sight.

“Think you can take some more, pretty girl?” Denki brought his fingers up to his mouth to lick them clean.

Watching him do so sparked something in your body you never thought would. You nodded your head to his question as you calmed down from your high.

Denki had a pretty good size for a dick, much bigger than you imagined. Watching him slide in was definitely the highlight of your night. Both of you groaned in unison once he was fully in. You felt so full.

You threw your head back and closed your eyes once he began to thrust. He started of slow so the two of you could adjust to the euphoric feeling.

“Fuck—Denki, keep going.” You muttered in between quick breaths. He felt so good inside of you. It was a perfect fit.

He let in a sharp inhale when you clenched around him, “Whatever you say, angel.”

His nicknames made your heart swoon. Once his pace picked up, you clutched the bedsheets beneath you. The grip his hands had on your hips was brutal and sure to leave markings in the morning, but you didn’t care. Not when you felt like that.

Your breaths started to become erratic, and you could tell from the way his thrust started to become sloppy, he was close.

“Denki-”

He groaned, “Yes?”

“After this, what are we?”

He smiled and planted a kiss on your forehead, “Whatever you want us to be.”

You smiled and hooked your arms around his neck to bring him into a kiss. Denki brought a hand up to your cheek and traced circles with his thumb. You turned into mush under his touch. He was truly your weakness, and you were totally okay with that.

“Tell me if it’s too much, mkay?”

You nodded and unhooked your arms from his neck. His hands returned to your hips and you felt his pace pick up again. However, his thumb began to circle your clit with his quirk playing a role, sending you over the edge. You were a moaning mess.

The voltage of electricity had you seeing stars and feeling things you didn’t think you could ever achieve. No man has ever made you feel that way.

Nothing but moans and broken cries came out your mouth. Denki was enjoying every second of it. Hell, if he could hear you and watch you crumble like this everyday he’d do it in a heartbeat.

Without warning, your body began to spasm and an intense orgasm took over your body. Denki continued to thrust into you, chasing his own high.

“Ah—Denki!”

“I know babe, just give me a couple more seconds.”

Your mind went blank and your ears began to ring. After a couple minutes, you began to snap back to reality. Your eyes traveled down to see Denki cleaning your stomach with a T-shirt. You mentally thanked him for not finishing inside of you.

You snickered.

“What? It’s all I had.”

“Thank you, now let’s sleep. I’m exhausted.”

He tossed the dirty T-shirt to the side and crawled up next to you. You pulled a blanket over your bodies and slowly drifted off to sleep. You had a lot to discuss in the morning.

[pinkykats-place]

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[serxinns]

Table of contents

Master list

Hi! im Serxinn i write yandere mha feel free to ask!

My inspirations! (and moots)

@lady-ashfade (She made my super cute headboard)

@thefiery-phoenix

@yandere-class-1a (Or @yandere-x-reader)

@roxanndrummond

What you can request

Yandere Mha

Normal Mha

Any aus and stuff

Yandere vs yandere

A single person headcanon

Poly relationships

Lgbtq!

What you can't ask for

Smut - sorry not really comfortable with it yet =^=

Abuse - unless it's mentioned that the reader is abused but other than that I don't like writing wandered abuse their reader due to trauma and I can't really do it of have the courage

Non-con- yeaaa no...

Other fandoms- demon slayer is a maybe still thinking about it

Dni: Homophobes, Transphobes, Zoophilia, TERFS, basically if ur just gonna start a problem or wanna be toxic and complain about my writing then GTFO

Masterlist

Yandere mha Scarlet witch reader

Part one

Part two

Part three

Part four

Part five

Extras

Spring bath

The dare

Big sis eri

Yandere Mha with Baby reader

USJ

Carnival

Babysitting

Badass reader

I HATE YOU

Yandere vs Yandere

Hawks vs aizawa

Yandere Endeavor, Hawks and mirko vs Yandere all night aizawa, nezu

Fatgum VS all might

Yandere Hero Dekusquad vs Yandere Vil Bakusquad

Part one

Part two

Drabbles and oneshots

Valentines days special

Their bloodsucking Goddess

Transfer Reader

I don't give a shit

Insomia Reader

Bunny hawk reader

Teachers kid

Teachers Kid part 2

Batman Reader

Reader doing the kadedon pose

Secret admirer

Bubbly but angry reader

Romantic bakugo and platonic class 1a

Poc reader

Tipsy trampoline

Bakugo reader

LoveFever~

Big Three's educational visit

Yan class 1a imagine pt2

Deadpool reader!

Izuku's cousin with pica!

Yandere Reader

Light Fury reader

The big 3 Reacting to you wearing revealing clothing

You gifted me sorrow I returned lilies

Gojo reader

Chubby reader

Reader with a eating disorder

Baker reader with mafia class 1a

Love potion

Denkis deal

Mocha Bunny

Part 1

Part 2:bunnynapped

Genderswap

Part 1

Part 2 (m/n Pov)

Fanart!

A beautiful and 1st fanart of izuku reader and bakugo reader by @diamondzoey

A wonderful and magnificent fanart of Scarlet witch reader by @candyswirl101!

A amazing and heartwarming appreciation post by @heroic-obsession

Original/inspired series

Sweet treats!

Chap 1

Chap 2

Chap 3

A Hero awaits but with a deadly fate...

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Part 2

[foxnikki]

𝕽𝖚𝖑𝖊𝖘 & 𝕯𝕹𝕴

➤ What I write!

fluff, angst, comfort. Character x reader, character x character, poly. M!Reader, GN!Reader, F!Reader. Drabble, headcanons, alphabet, fanfic.

Currently writing for Jujutsu Kaisen, Kimetsu No Yaiba and One Piece!

➤ Who I write for!

Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, Nobara Kugisaki, Maki Zenin, Toge Inumaki, Yuta Okkotsu, Kinji Hakari, Kirara Hoshi, Noritoshi Kamo, Aoi Todo, Toji Fushiguro, Shiu Kong, Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Ieiri Shoko, Kento Nanami, Takuma Ino, Choso, Naoya Zenin, Hiromi Higuruma, Fumihiko Takaba, Charles Bernards, Junpei Yushino, Ryomen Sukuna, Uraume, Mahito [platonically] -JJK Tanjiro Kamado, Zenitsu Agatsuma, Inosuke Hashibira, Genya Shinazugawa, Hotaru Haganezuka, Yoriichi Tsugikuni, Gyutaro, Daki, Kaigaku, Akaza, Douma, Kokushibo, Kyogai, Muzan Kibutsuji, Kyojuro Rengoku, Gyomei Himejima, Muichiro Tokito, Giyu Tomioka, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Shinobu Kocho, Mitsuri Kanroji, Obanai Iguro, Tengen Uzui [with his wives] - KNY Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugo, Shoto Todoroki, Denki Kaminari, Eijiro Kirishima, Hanta Sero, Ibara Shiozaki, Neito Monoma, Tamaki Amajiki, Yo Shindo, Inasa Ioarashi, Keigo Takami, Shota Aizawa, Touya Todoroki, Himiko Toga, Atsuhiro Sako, Kai Chisaki. - BNHA Shoyo Hinata, Tobio Kageyama, Tadashi Yamaguchi, Kei Tsukishima, Ryunosuke Tanaka, Yu Nishinoya, Koushi Sugawara, Daichi Sawamura, Asahi Azumane, Toru Oikawa, Hajime Iwaizumi, Kentaro Kyotani, Tetsuro Kuroo, Kozume Kenma, Morisuke Yaku, Lev Haiba, Taketora Yamamoto, Takanobu Aone, Kanji Koganegawa, Kotaro Bokuto, Keiji Akaashi, Akinori Konoha, Wakatoshi Ushijima, Eita Semi, Satori Tendo, Tsutomu Goshiki, Yuji Terushima, Suguru Daisho, Kiyoomi Sakusa, Motoya Komori, Shinsuke Kita, Osamu Miya, Atsumu Miya, Rintaro Suna, Korai Hoshiumi. - Hq Monkey D. Luffy [platonically], Koby, Shanks, Roronoa Zoro, Sanji, Nami, Usopp, Buggy, Smoker, Portgas D. Ace, Sir Crocodile, Gild Tesoro - OP [Currently watching One Piece so probably I will add more characters to write for over time!]

Any other character not written in this list will not be accepted!

➤ What I DON'T write!

P*do, inc*st, zooph*lia, r*pe. Anything with v*mit, sc*t, p*ss. Smut.

➤ DNI!

racists, pedophiles, homophobes, sexists, proshippers. If you send hate in my inbox or dm's hate I will block you!

➤ Remember that I'm a student, so if you send a request it might be take time. Please, be patient! ^.^

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[jazzthatonewriterchick]

I'll Show You "Uptight" (18+ Fic)

Pairing: Adult!Bakugou x Black!Fem!Reader (Coworkers to Lovers) 

Synopsis: In which a very pissed and very emotionally frustrated Bakugou decides he’s not going to let you get away with your lip that easily and pays you a visit one girls’ night to prove to you that he is, indeed, able to be “looser” after you make a drunk comment about his introverted and uptight personality to your mutual friends and Kirishima “accidentally” spills the beans. 

Story Warnings: Smutty smut (MINORS DON’T READ), 18+, AgedUp!Bakugou (he’s 25 years old), Swearing, Grinding, Public Displays of Affection, Mentions of & Consumption of Alcohol, Consensual Sex w/ Verbalization, Foreplay, Public Kink, Manhandling, Mild Degradation, Praise Kink, Daddy Kink, Spit Play, 69ing, Facefucking, Safe Sex (WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT), Edge Play, Spanking, Mild Choking, MULTIPLE Positions, MULTIPLE Orgasms for Reader, Aftercare, Reader is black-coded but anyone can read this 

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: Back with another one for y’all and this one is a bit longer. It’ll probably be either 5 or 6 chapters. I came up with this after being on a dancehall/reggae craze lately & thought, “hmm…would Bakugou know how to dance to this shit??” I decided yes & got to writing since I’ve got time before winter break ends. If you wanna listen in on the playlist that inspired me to write this fic, it’s riiiight up in here. I hope y’all enjoy the first chapter! Be safe out there & thank you for reading! -Jazz

Ao3 link here!

Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven.

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Chapter One

Bakugou was pissed. 

He didn’t consider himself to be someone who gave a shit about what anyone said. If someone decided to take a jab at him or comment on him in any way, he’d usually just tell them to fuck off and keep it moving. Or, if said jab or comment got back to him from someone else, he’d usually pull up to the bitch who said it and ask them to say it to his face…which they never would. 

Bakugou was a hard nut to crack. Ever since he was in his teens, he was hard edges and a tough exterior, all to hide the softness that resides within him, of course. He hasn’t changed much since graduating from UA and becoming the second most popular pro hero in Japan at age 25. His mom, some mentors of his, and his closest friends are the only ones who are aware of this truth. 

You, however, were not. And that shouldn’t have gotten to him the way it did now, but fuck, it did! He didn’t get what irked him about you so or why he was so hung up on you. He’d only known you for a couple of months since you started working at his agency alongside him and Bakusquad. You weren’t a pro, only working at the front desk, but you were respected as if you are one. 

Maybe it was the way you always give each employee a kind smile when they walked in, brightening up the day. Or maybe it was your work ethic and how you went above and beyond. Or maybe it was the way those pencil skirts and work slacks you wore hugged your ass just right…or maybe that was just Bakugou’s dick talking. Probably. 

Needless to say, you bothered him. But he knew rationally it wasn’t your fault. Whatever it was about you that had him tossing and turning at night, or so tongue-tied that he refused to speak too much to you when you said hello during work hours, or made him blush while on patrol when he so much as thought about your pretty smile or gorgeous skin, was all on him. But dammit, did he want to blame you for all of it! 

But that was only part of the reason why he was so pissed. The main reason why was because you couldn’t seem to keep your pretty mouth shut, especially when you drank. He came to this conclusion one day while he and Denki were coming back from patrols. It was a warm spring day in Musustafu that day, but not enough to have him sweating buckets in his hero’s uniform. 

However, when he got back to his agency and finally stripped himself of the outfit, the air conditioner felt good on his slightly-clammy skin. He sighed in relief, letting the outfit pool to the tiled floors beneath him. “Ah, man,” Denki sighed, stripping off his jacket. “I’ll tell ya, six hours of patrolling is fuckin’ wicked. My feet are killing me!” 

Bakugou had chuckled at his friend’s pain as he stepped out of his outfit, only in his Calvin Klein briefs. “That’s why I chose you for patrols today,” he smirked. “Gotta do something besides flirt with Jirou on FT.” 

Denki gaped at him. “Hey!” he shouted. “That ain’t true! And at least I got someone to flirt with. All you’ve got are those cute little FunkoPops you hide behind your desk.” Bakugou shot him a death glare as he grabbed the extra water bottle out of his locker, earning a shit-eating grin from Denki. “You’re a Sailor Moon fan, eh?” he hummed. 

“Fuck off!” Bakugou growled, just as Kirishima and Sero walked into the room.

“Uh-uh, no killing each other right now,” Sero groaned as he sat down on the bench between the row of lockers. “I haven’t eaten yet and it’s all I can focus on.” 

“We wanted to come and get you guys first,” Kiri says as he sits down closer to Bakugou, legs open in his sweats and wiping his face with a towel. They must have just come from the gym/spa downstairs that Bakugou was hellbent on getting built. “You guys up for ramen?” 

“Hell yes!” Denki practically shouted, now in his undershirt and briefs. “Just let me get a shower in and I’m good. I could use some spicy miso.” 

Kiri grinned happily, all sharp, white teeth. “What about you, Bakubro?” he chirped. “You comin’ with this time?” 

Bakugou glanced at his friends as he took some Native deodorant out of his locker, slathering some on. He’d make sure he showered after coming back from lunch. “Sure, why not?” he grumbled, expecting some kind of cheer between his friends…but there was nothing. 

At the sound of sheer silence, he glanced up at his friends to see them all gaping at him. “What?” he growled.

Denki blinked at him, alarmed. “Do my ears deceive me?” he gasped teasingly. “Is it snowing outside? Bakugou, going out with us? You never go out with us!” 

“Yeah,” Bakugou agreed, irked as he puts on a pair of active Nike joggers to hide his muscled legs and thighs. “Because you guys are fuckin’ embarrassing. Plus, sometimes I just prefer to eat in my office. It’s better privacy.” 

“And better company,” Denki snickered. “I bet those FunkoPops really listen to you.” Sero guffawed into his hand, but at the sight of Bakugou’s death stare, he clamped up. 

“I guess that means you’d be up for going out with us tonight for drinks?” Kiri asked hopefully. “They’re having happy hour. C’mon, it’s a Friday!” 

Bakugou would have asked if you’d be joining them, but he didn’t think so. From the way Kiri put it, it was a guys’ night thing. And even if you were, he still probably wouldn’t have gone. He isn’t much of a “social” person if you couldn’t tell. Instead of downing shots at a bar, he prefers to drink from his private bar at home.

And clubbing? Partying? Forget it. His kind of part is smoking a blunt, watching a good movie, and falling asleep on his big ass couch. 

He could tell Kiri knew his answer before he even said it: “Nah. Besides, you know how I feel about those Friday night crowds. They’re–” 

“We know, we know,” Kiri groaned, rolling his crimson eyes. “They’re too rowdy. Too sloppy. Too this, too that.” He crossed his big, tattooed arms over his broad chest, fixing Bakugou with a tight glare. “And yet, they’re havin’ fun too! C’mon, Bakugou! When’s the last time you’ve gone out with us to celebrate just because? When’s the last time you’ve had fun?” 

Fun. He said it as if the word was foreign to Bakugou and that pissed him off even more. He had fun…just not in the social sense. He didn’t see the need in partying on the weekends and socializing with people at a club that you’ll never see again. Plus, to spend even one hour in a crowd of drunk bar hoppers was less than ideal for him. But he didn’t answer Kiri as he pulled on a Nike sweatshirt, then began to dig into his locker for his socks. 

Kiri groaned, exasperated. “Ugh, so boring!” he dramatically whined. “Now I can see why Y/N she’d never date you.”

He let out an audible gasp at that moment, quickly clamping a hand over his mouth just as Bakugou slowly raised his head out of his locker at the mention of your name. 

Slowly, he turned to stare at his friend who looked redder than his hair, then at Denki and Sero who looked like they were writing Kiri’s obituary in their heads. The locker room swelled with tense silence as Bakugou processed Kiri’s words on an empty stomach. You? Dating him?

You’d never…date him? 

“What did you say?” he questioned, staring down at Kiri. His friend said nothing, eyes wide and horrified.

“You said Y/N would never date me?” he parroted, more confused than he is upset…well, upset too. Why would you say something like that? And where the fuck is the context? 

“Why?” Bakugou asked, just as shocked at the question as his friends were. But it wasn’t so much at the question, but the way he said it: Confusedly. Sadly. Like he gave a shit. And goddammit, he did. And he does! 

Kiri looked at Sero and Denki, silently asking whether or not he should continue. Sero shrugged while Denki gave him a silent, tight-lipped nod. Kiri turned to Bakugou and began to explain, going into great detail about the context of the conversation. It went something like this: 

“Okay, okay, okay,” Mina drunkenly said, a round of tequila shots in her body. “Next question: what pro hero would you date and why? And no one is off limits.” 

‘No one, shorty?” Kiri smirked down at her, earning a glossy kiss on the cheek from Mina that made you coo and melt from the cuteness. Mina sat in a booth squished between Y/N and Kiri, an arm slung over the back of his seat while Sero and Denki took the other side. 

This was last week on a Friday night where the Mexican restaurant they occupied was packed with a younger crowd looking for food and fun. You were there, looking pretty in your cherry red work dress that you paired with some flats before leaving work that day.

“We’ll start with you, Sero,” Mina said, nodding at the black-haired pro. He thought for a minute, sucking on a lime absentmindedly as Denki secretly stole a chip and some guacamole of his plate. “If we weren’t friends, definitely you and Y/N,” he decided. 

“Awww!” you had cooed, sipping from your margarita. From the hooded gaze you were giving them and the way you laughed a little too hard at things, it was obvious you were feeling the alcohol now. “That’s so sweet!” 

“Denki?” Mina hummed, raising a brow. “You got some choices if you weren’t dating Jirou?” 

Denki smirked at her from across the table. “Very dangerous question, but you,” he replied easily. “Y/N…probably Momo if she wasn’t with Todoroki. And Toru.” 

“How’d that work?” Sero asked, confused. “You can’t even see her! How the fuck would you know where to kiss her?” 

“Guess you’d just have to kiss her everywhere till you find out,” Mina mischievously replied, wiggling her brows at the now-blushing duo. “Y/N?” she sing-songed, nudging your arm. “Your turn. What pro would you date and why?” 

“Trust and believe if it’s me, you’re leaving with me tonight.” Sero winked at you, making you laugh and Mina roll her eyes. You didn’t mind Sero’s flirting or their antics, their warm personalities making you feel so much a part of their group. 

“Hmm, I guess it’d be…” You hummed to yourself, cutely tapping one manicured finger against your plump, glossed lip. “Probably you, Kiri.” You looked at the redhead who grinned in triumph and bashfully. “And maybe Hawks if he didn’t have them big ass wings. Where does he put ‘em during sex?” 

At this, Denki and Sero laughed. “Interesting,” Mina hummed. “I would’ve sworn you’d say Bakugou since the guy is crazy about you.” You stopped short of sipping your margarita, the glass halfway to your lips. “Uh…what?” you asked slowly, turning to stare at Mina. 

“Bakugou likes you,” she repeated, tilting her head curiously. “Didn’t ya know? Shit, we all knew even though he tries to play it off like he doesn’t. Bakugou is like that sometimes.” 

The look on your face was honestly hilarious–wide eyes, mouth parted in shock at this new information. Finally, you laughed, shaking your head. “No,” you said, disbelieving. “That’s definitely not true. Bakugou don’t even speak to me!” 

“Does he have to?” Kiri asked, confused. “I mean, the dude doesn’t really talk to anyone except us. But in your case, he’s just not good with talkin’ to pretty girls. Call him emotionally constipated.” The table erupted into laughter again, except for you, still reeling from Mina’s words. 

“But…” you began, trying to reason, “but he’s so…serious.” You sat back in your seat, drink in your hand. “But even if he did like me, hypothetically speaking,” you continue, “I wouldn’t date him.” 

Silence settled on the table, the air thick with anticipation. “How come?” Mina asked, actually sounding sad about your answer. “I think you’d be so cute together!” 

“Look, he’s a nice-looking guy, don’t get me wrong,” you began to explain, “but he’s just too serious, as I said. He barely smiles, always giving me a scowl. Are you sure he doesn’t hate me?” Kiri laughed, shaking his head. “Nah, cutie. He doesn’t hate you. Like I said, the guy is emotionally constipated.” 

“You’re telling me,” you scoffed before licking some sugar off the rim of your glass. “I don’t even think I’ve ever seen him show any emotion but distaste or anger. Plus, he seems way too uptight for me.” 

“In what way?” Sero asked, slapping Denki’s hand when he tries to sneak another chip off his friend’s plate. You shrugged, looking down momentarily to gather your thoughts. “Well, for one, he barely goes out with us, and the one time he did, he sat down on his phone the whole time.” 

The rest of the squad remembered that night: it was at Denki’s annual NYE party at Hotspot, one of the hottest clubs in downtown Musutafu. The drinks were plentiful, the music was jumping, and you looked downright delectable in the little sequin skirt that shimmered every time you swayed those hips and bent over to throw ass onto the girls and Sero (with your consent, of course).

All except Bakugou, who sat firmly in his chair on his phone despite people asking him to dance so many times throughout the night. 

“He kept looking at you that night,” Mina giggled. “Mans couldn’t keep his eyes off of you.” 

“Then he could’ve at least danced with me,” you replied. “But he didn’t! I can’t be with a guy like that. Sure, I love those nights in the crib and some good cuddling, but if I wanna go dancing or something, how can I take him out?” You sipped your drink with finality. “I need someone who’s looser–and I just don’t think Bakugou is that someone for me.” 

When Kiri finished the story, he looked at Bakugou like the man was close to jumping someone. And he was. His mind was on you, jumping your bones and finding out why the fuck you felt that way about him.

He was holding the door to his locker so hard that his knuckles were white. “Why would she say that?” he snapped. “She doesn’t even know me!” 

“Well, shit, Katsuki,” Sero spoke up, “it’s because you never gave the girl a chance to know you! You barely go out with us anymore, especially when she’s with us.” 

“And it doesn’t help when you barely speak to her,” Denki added. “Of course, she’s gonna think you’re uptight!” 

Bakugou was at a loss for words because they were all right. Dammit, he hated to admit it and he never would aloud, but all of them were right. But what they and you didn’t understand was that he never danced at Denki’s NYE party that night because he was so afraid of popping a hard-on in front of you. After staring you down the entire night, wondering what your ass felt like in his hands, it was difficult not to become rock-hard. Sitting down was the only way to avoid that.

To add to that, he was always afraid of saying the wrong thing to you, so he always kept your conversations short. He kept his distance to avoid embarrassing himself and yet he felt embarrassed standing in that locker room. 

“She thinks you hate her, man,” Kiri added. “Seriously. I told her you don’t, but the girl is convinced.”

Katsuki felt like hitting himself with the locker door. “Fuck!” he hissed. “Now what the fuck do I do?” Was there anything he could do at this point? What if he epically fucked this up? What if he never got the chance to feel you pressed against him or feel your soft lips on his? 

Denki rose from his seat and sauntered over, throwing an elbow over Katuski’s locker. “Well,” he began, “and this is just a suggestion, so hear me out: you could always just show the girl that you’re no uptight or a dickhead.” 

Katsuki scowled at him. “How the fuck would I do that?” 

“It’s simple!” Sero jumped in. “Next time we all go out to shoot the shit, and Mina and Y/N come along, you come with us and act like you actually wanna be around us. Including her.” He clapped once, standing up from his seat. “Problem solved! Now are we going to lunch or do I have to eat one of you?” 

As the three idiots argued among themselves, Katsuki got to thinking about Denki and Sero’s advice…and then out of his mind popped the best idea ever. It was just too perfect. Of course, he could show you that he wasn’t uptight. He could shove your words right back down your pretty throat and admit how he felt about you all at the same time. 

He instantly whipped around to slam his locker door shut, causing the guys to jump. “Y/N and Mina comin’ with tonight?” he asked, looking at Kiri for an answer.

The redhead shook his head. “Naw, Mina said she and Y/N are joining the girls for girls’ night. They’re goin’ to a club, apparently.” 

“What club?” Bakugou asked, trying not to sound too desperate, but Kiri had laser vision for this type of shit. “Dunno,” he answered, “and even if I did, I’d tell you not to go. It’s a girls’ night, K. You really wanna crash that?” 

“Shit, yeah!” Denki hollered excitedly. “Just tell me when and where. I’ll go with.”

Sero grinned, just as down. “Me too. I could use a little adventure and drama.” He looked at Katsuki who had an almost crazed look in his eye as his plan began to map itself in his brain. “Why? What’d you have in mind?” 

Katsuki just smirked deviously in response, because by the end of tonight, you were gonna regret drinking those tequila shots and talking shit about him to his friends.

He was gonna make sure of it.

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˚○◦˚Request and Commisions˚◦○˚

What I will write:

- Fluffy, Angst (I can do some dark stuff but not all), Smut (I can do most kinks), platonic and romantic.

- I prefer to write from a male or non-binary perspective but I can do female as well. I will happily write for trans readers or readers of other genders (if I am well informed)

- I will write for almost every character as long as I know them (because if I don't know them I can't write them accurately and then what's the point) I will also do character X character depending on the ship (there are some ships in just not comfortable with)

- I will write poly as long as it is not that gross porn type of m!reader gets two girls and they don't like eachother. Poly means everyone likes everyone and everyone is in agreement in the relationship

- Whump. I will happily and gladly write whump of all kinds. So please please please if you want to see anything comes to life send it my way

I will not write:

- Age gap (3+ years, ask for aged up if the age difference is more than 3 years) or minor X adult. I simply won't so don't ask.

- Rape (sexual assault maybe if it is angst but not in a smut only context)

- No beastiality or extremely odd kinks (if you aren't sure about the kink send it in anyway and I'll respond if I'm comfortable)

Fandoms I can write for (and their characters and constraints):

Supernatural (most ships, any character x reader)

↳ Dean, Sam, Cass, Jack, Gabriel, Adam, Meg, Ruby, Benny, Crowley, Jo, Ellen, Donna, Jodie, Claire, Alex, Patience, Kaia

TMNT (I've only seen 2012, ROT, Bayverse and Mutant Mayhem) (no Leorai and no ships with smut of any kind)

↳ Leo, Donnie, Raph, Mikey, April, Casey (Casey and Casandra)

The Last of Us (Part 1, I havent played Part 2 yet) (no Ellie x Joel, I haven't seen any of the content yet but I'm sure it's out there)

↳ Joel, Ellie, Tommy

Star Wars: The Clone Wars / The Bad Batch / Rebles (some of the characters are children remember so keep that in mind)

↳ Rex, Cody, Fives, Anikin, Ashoka, Obi-Wan, Kanan, Ezra, (any Jedi really) Zeb, Sabine, Hera, Hunter, Wrecker, Tech, Crosshair, Echo, Omega (any Clone really)

Marvel

↳ Tony, Bruce, Natasha, Clint, Thor, Loki, Steve, Bucky, Steven, Wanda, Pietro, Vision, Peter, Scott, Gamora, Nebula, Peter Q, Okoye, T'Challa, Rhodey, Sam, Shuri

My Hero Academia (they are also mostly children so keep that in mind as well)

↳ Deku, Bakugo, Kirishima, Mina, Sero, Denki, Iida, Shinsou, Tokoyami, Uruaka, Todoroki, Aizawa, Shigaraki, Dabi, Toga, Twice, Tsuyu, Momo, Jiro, Mirio, Nejire, Amajiki, Fat Gum

Avatar 1 and Avatar The way of Water (once again, there are children so keep that in mind)

↳ Jake, Neytiri, Tsu'tey, Neteyam, Lo'ak, Tuk, Kiri, Grace, Norm, Spider, Tonorwari, Ronal, Ao'nung, Tsireya, Roxto

How to Train your Dragon (same here: they. are children.)

↳ Hiccup, Astrid, Snotlout, Fishlegs, The twins, Daggur, Heather, Valka, Stoick (for those out their with daddy issues ;))

All if my content will be lables with word count, ship, tags and if it is smut will contain this banner 👇

That's all for now. My commisions are currently open and there is no limit to how many you can send in, so go nuts. Bye for now

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she/they/it ◞ sixteen ◞ dutch ◞ INTP-T

pansexual + aromantic/fictoromantic ◞ asd

main / yume blog : @ aftongf ( if I follow you / interact it's with this account .ᐟ )

ᥕіᥣᥣ ᥲᥒძ ᥕ᥆ᥒ'𝗍 ᥕrі𝗍ᥱ

will write :

gender neutral & fem reader

wlw/gl & m/f4a

chubby / plus size reader

autistic reader

fluff , crack & angst

scenarios , drabbles , oneshots

etc. might add more

won't write :

male reader & mlm/bl

smut / nsfw

cheating / infidelity themes

oc's or character x character

anything else im uncomfy with I will lyk

requests are always open ,, unless stated so here otherwise. I will get to them asap ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱

𝖿ᥲᥒძ᥆ms і ᥕrі𝗍ᥱ 𝖿᥆r

Five Night's At Freddy's :

Glamrock Freddy

Glamrock Chica

Roxanne Wolf

Montgomery Gator

Sundrop / Moondrop

William Afton (movie William)

Michael Afton (Mike Schmidt)

Vanessa / Vanny (Vanessa Shelly)

Carlton Burke

Charlotte Emily

Jessica

Glamrock Bonnie

Gregory (platonic ONLY)

Cassie (platonic ONLY)

Stray :

Momo

Doc

Clementine

Zbaltazar

Jacob

Seamus

Obey me! One master to rule them all :

Lucifer

Mammon

Leviathan

Satan

Asmodeus

Beelzebub

Belphegor

Diavolo

Luke (platonic ONLY)

Thirteen

Solomon

DC Universe :

Edward Nashton

Harley Quinn

Poison Ivy

Barbara Kean

Jerome Valeska

Jeremiah Valeska

My Hero Academia :

Katsuki Bakugou

Izuku Midoriya

Tamaki Amajiki

Kirishima Eijirou

Denki Kaminari

Ochaco Uraraka

Toga Himiko

Mina Ashido

Sally Face :

Sal Fisher

Larry Johnson

Ashley Campbell

+ possibly other characters / fandoms soon !

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Tangled Hearts

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/uRQj46U by zanarkandskylines { a kiribaku x reader modern au series } Set in the Japanese country side, Bakugo and kirishima are happily married in their 30s. Bakugo's a successful fashion designer while Kirishima is a personal trainer and owner of the local gym, as well as a volunteer firefighter. They're content in life until the day you show up at Kirishima's gym - a new face to town they he doesn't recognize. A few yoga classes, casual conversations and a home cooked dinner later, you've befriended them both seamlessly. Things are effortless to the three of you, bonding faster than they've ever experienced with a new person. Little did any of you know just how entangled you'd end up in each other's lives. Words: 2710, Chapters: 2/2, Language: English Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Reader, Jirou Kyouka, Midoriya Izuku, Uraraka Ochako, Kaminari Denki, Ashido Mina, Todoroki Shouto, Yaoyorozu Momo, Sero Hanta Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Reader, Kirishima Eijirou/Reader, Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou/Reader Additional Tags: Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, Soft Bakugou Katsuki, Protective Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou is a Ray of Sunshine, Cute Kirishima Eijirou, Married Couple, Polyamory, Reader-Insert, Fluff, Comfort, Angst, Smut, Threesome - F/M/M, Polyamorous Character, Mutual Pining, Pining Bakugou Katsuki, Pining Kirishima Eijirou, Crushes, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Romantic Fluff, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Bakugou Katsuki is a Good Cook, Married Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Feel-good, Aged-Up Character(s), Depression, Anxiety read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/uRQj46U

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Femdom oneshots | Multifandom

Femdom oneshots | Multifandom Link to fic: https://ift.tt/r2emIAY by skreamqueen Kinks and warnings will be listed before each chapter. A multiship collection of femdom smut. This will include a variety of fandoms and kinks. I'll write most Character/Character and Character/Reader pairings, but I prefer to write the ones already tagged. I'll add more tags as I go, but the tags currently listed are for chapters I'm working on. Words: 231, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Hunter X Hunter, 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game), 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game), The Umbrella Academy (TV), Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga), Miraculous Ladybug, Overwatch (Video Game), Stranger Things (TV 2016), The Umbrella Academy (Comics) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M Characters: Hisoka (Hunter X Hunter), Machi (Hunter X Hunter), Illumi Zoldyck, Kurapika (Hunter X Hunter), Leorio Paladiknight, Pokkle (Hunter X Hunter), Ponzu (Hunter X Hunter), Shalnark (Hunter X Hunter), Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Kaminari Denki, Jirou Kyouka, Kirishima Eijirou, Gepard (Honkai: Star Rail), Sampo (Honkai: Star Rail), Stelle (Honkai: Star Rail), Caelus (Honkai: Star Rail), Dan Heng (Honkai: Star Rail), March 7th (Honkai: Star Rail), Asta (Honkai: Star Rail), Widowmaker | Amélie Lacroix, Angela "Mercy" Ziegler Relationships: Hisoka (Hunter X Hunter)/Reader, Illumi Zoldyck/Reader, Kurapika/Leorio Paladiknight, Kurapika/Reader, Leorio Paladiknight/Reader, Shalnark (Hunter X Hunter)/Reader, Hisoka/Machi (Hunter X Hunter), Klaus Hargreeves/Reader, number five/reader, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Reader, Gepard/Serval (Honkai: Star Rail), Pokkle/Ponzu (Hunter X Hunter), Reader/Everyone Additional Tags: kink details in each chapter, Degradation, Masochism, Sadism, Dacryphilia, Pegging, Femdom, submissive men, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Female, Public Sex, Vibrators, Sex Toys, Bondage, Choking, Cockwarming, Dirty Talk, Toxic Relationships, Bad BDSM Etiquette, Dubious Consent, Extremely Dubious Consent, Mommy Kink, Strap-Ons, Blowjobs, Face-Fucking, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering via AO3 works tagged 'Kurapika/Leorio Paladiknight' https://ift.tt/51IFGKy July 12, 2024 at 03:39AM

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Chapter 1 ~ She’s Got Two Little Horns & They Get Me Little Bit ~ part 1

Rating: M 18+ minors DNI

Pairings: Bakugou Katsuki x fem!reader / Todoroki Shoto x fem!reader / Bakugou Katsuki x Todoroki Shoto/ Bakugou Katsuki x fem!reader x Todoroki Shoto

Warnings: teasing ~ grinding ~ sub Bakugou vibes ~ misuse of quirks ~ swearing ~ slight dub con ~ setting the scene ~ smutty smut in next part ~ devil/demon reader

Part of the Twos Company, Threes A Crowd series but can be read on own

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Katsuki groaned, rubbing his hands together in a desperate attempt to rub some feeling and warmth back into them. He hated the cold with a passion almost as fierce as his anger and being forced to stand around outside in October whilst waiting for his idiot friends was not his idea of a good time. He had made a promise though, denying himself the warmth and comfort of the bar so he could make sure dumb and dumber actually made it to the stupid party their entire graduating class seemed to be going to. It wasn’t just any party though. No, Katsuki had gone and gotten himself stuck attending a stupid Halloween party like the idiot he clearly was.

It would be an understatement to say that he wasn’t a fan of Halloween. It was a pointless holiday, just an excuse for kids to dress up and get free candy and for the adults to dress as slutty as they could without society being bothered by it for once whilst also getting so drunk they can barely wobble the few steps from whatever party they stumbled from and into a taxi. Normally Katsuki would be on patrol, volunteering himself and unintentionally dragging Shoto along with him all because their idiot boss just assumed that because they were hero partners they were incapable of doing things separately now. Shoto never complained though and they would spend the night wandering the streets, Katsuki yelling at the drunken idiots when they predictably got too rowdy and started acting like they had lost all sense of common decency. Something Katsuki wasn’t too sure they had in the first place considering some of the gross behaviour he had seen over the years.

Katsuki’s luck had run out this year though and despite his insistence to be scheduled in he had found himself with the night off and no one of those useless extras at the agency willing to swap with him. He hadn’t been given the choice of staying at home, practically having been forced by Mina to attend the stupid impromptu school reunion. So here he was, freezing his balls off outside the train station waiting for dunce face and soy sauce to turn up. They were late though and Katsuki was seriously considering ditching them all and going to find a coffee shop to hide away in. He probably would have if he hadn’t already promised to walk home with Shoto. Though the other man probably wouldn’t care if Katsuki ditched him. He would be the only one that felt that way though and Katsuki wasn’t that much of an asshole that he would leave his idiotic boyfriend to deal with the idiot squad all on his own.

“Bakubro!” His dumb nuckname rang out through the night air, loud and annoyingly cheerful. He had gotten used to it over the years, no longer blowing up with anger when it was used. Therapy had helped with that, helped him come to terms with the fact it was a sign of the affection his friends had for him and not an attempt to annoy him like he originally thought back when they had first started using it. That didn’t stop Katsuki from groaning though and trying to shrink back into his jacket as people started to look around, trying to find the source of the disturbance, not that they could miss the electric blonde hero.

“Hey blasty!” Denki cried out as he flung an arm around Katsuki’s shoulders, yanking the blonde down into a hug. “Get the hell off me,” he growled, shoving the other man off of him with a little more force than was probably necessary. Denki was used to it by now though and laughed it off, righting himself quickly before he tripped over his own feet and ended up sprawled on his ass in the road. Katsuki huffed, grumbling under his breath about idiots and their lack of understanding about personal space as he turned to fully face them only for the words to die on his lips when he saw what the other two men were wearing.

Katsuki had refused to dress up when Mina had brought it up, threatening to not even go if she didn’t stop harping on about it and how he would be the only one not dressed up. Like he was actually supposed to care about that. It was one thing to be goo to this ridiculous party, it was another to actively go out of his way to take part in the stupid fancy dress requirement that Mina had insisted on. Katsuki didn’t do dress up, refused to make a spectacle of himself like that but it seemed like the others hadn’t been as opposed to it as he was. Go figure he would get stuck babysitting two idiots who were more than happy to demean themselves if it got them laid at the end of the night. Mina was definitely trying to get her own back, Katsuki was sure of it. Well that and the fact Denki and Sero apparently had no self respect.

Denki was wearing a red, high collared shirt that he had left open at the top to expose the top of his chest, the cuffs so long that they almost covered his hands. He had a red waistcoat over the top, with black lapels and accents that stood out against the vast amounts of red, though he had thankfully forgone the red theme with the rest of his outfit instead going with smart black trousers and black high tops to round it off. Though the outfit was hideous in Katsuki’s opinion it wasn’t the worst thing about the whole ensemble, the idiot having finished the look off with a tacky pair of black horns and matching little black bat wings that seemed to flap every time he moved.

Though Hanta had dressed up he had committed to it quite as much as the electric blonde had. He had gone for what was clearly a crappy store bought mummy costume, bits of slightly yellow cloth hanging off his arms and wrapped around his body. The two of them truly looked like the idiots they were and were drawing way too much attention for Katsuki’s liking.

“What the hell are you supposed to be?” he grunted, eyeing them with disdain as he quickly began to head down the street and towards the bar. Either they would keep up or not, it wasn’t Katsuki’s problem if they were too slow. “I’m a sexy demon,” Denki stated confidently as he bounced up to Katsuki’s side, looking more like a pleased puppy than anything else. “Ain’t nothing sexy about your dumb ass,” Katsuki scoffed. Hanta snorted in laughter as Denki placed a hand over his exposed bit of chest. “You wound me,” he gasped, feigning hurt like the dramatic little shit he was. “At least we made an effort, unlike you,” Hanta teased, poking Katsuki in the side. Katsuki turned to snarl at him, slapping his hand away when he tried to poke him again. “Like hell I would be stupid enough to do something like that. I’m not a fucking child unlike you idiots”. Denki rolled his eyes at Katsuki’s insult. “I bet you would have if Y/N was here,” he grumbled under his breath, rolling his eyes at Hanta like Katsuki wasn’t right there. Katsuki narrowed his eyes at the other man, lips curling up into a snarl.

It was a well-known fact that Katsuki was wrapped so tightly around Y/N's finger that if she said to jump off a building he would probably ask what one instead of telling her where to shove it. The only comfort was that Shoto was just as bad if not worse. At least Katsuki had the good sense to question what was being asked of him, most of the time. Shoto would just take it at face value and do whatever she asked. It’s how Katsuki had come home one day to Shoto naked and on his hands and knees scrubbing the floor whilst Y/N sat on the sofa eating cake and smiling like she had gotten the best gift ever. Not that Katsuki was complaining but you would think after all these years the stupid candy cane would have learnt not to just do what people told him.

If she had been here Katsuki might have considered the whole dressing up like an idiot thing she wasn’t so Katsuki hadn’t even thought twice about saying no. She wasn’t coming to the party, instead stuck seven hours away in Okinawa with shitty hair, helping out with some human trafficking thing of ‘exotic’ quirked people because Y/N knew how to bullshit bad guys and Eijiro made a good body guard. Not that Katsuki was jealous about his best friend getting all of her attention. Nope. Not at all. Especially not considering neither he or Shoto had actually spoken to the women for the last three days apart from the one text every day that told them she was fine. So, no she wasn’t there and therefore there was no one who would be able to get Katsuki to dress up like some mangled approximation of something that was barely associated with Halloween.

“Even if he isn’t dressed up we could always pass him off as some sort of rabid, wolf dog, human hybrid thing,” Hanta gestured at Katsuki as he spoke and the blonde actually growling at him and flashing his teeth in a display of annoyance. “There you go. Already getting into the role,” Denki shouted excitedly and slapped Katsuki on the back hard, causing him to stumble forward slightly. That’s it, Katsuki had had enough. He was going to kill them and he would make sure no one found the bodies.

Before he could do anything though the other men came to a stop before a rather unassuming building that looked more like a run down office building then the location of a high end bar. “We’re here!” Denki shouted, throwing his arms up in the air in triumph. Katsuki eyed the building sceptically, not really trusting his friend's judgement but a quick check on his phone's GPS proved that they were at the address Mina had given him just a few hours ago. Resigned to his fate and in desperate need of a drink Katsuki strode towards the building, shoving the doors open with a grunt and stepped through into the room beyond.

The first thing that hit him was the noise followed by the sheer amount of people. The place was packed with people in all kinds of costumes, some more elaborate than others and some just downright indecent to be out in public in. Katsuki could spot a few of his old classmates amongst the crowd, though their current state of dress made it harder to pick them out. Glasses and ponytail were unmissable in their matching Frankenstein and Mrs Frankenstein outfits, Iida’s choppy movements so recognisable that it was odiously him under all that weird blue/grey face paint. Mina was in the far corner dressed as a sexy astronaut of all things with a few other girls that Katsuki couldn’t make out huddled around her and he could definitely make out Tokoyami is and Asui lurking in a dark corner at the end of the bar, Tokoyami not looking much different to normal apart from the large scythe he was carry whilst Asui was dressed up like some sort of fairy or something. Katsuki couldn’t really tell through all the lilies and vines covering her.

Music was pumping loudly from speakers dotted around the room, the sound of people laughing and chatting just as loud and mixing with the thumb of music to make it almost unintelligible. Grouaning Katsuki rubbed at his temple, he could already feel a headache coming on and if he stayed here longer than an hour it was sure to get worse and leave him an irritated and grumpy mess. It wouldn’t get that bad though. Katsuki was only staying long enough for a drink, maybe two at a push, making it known that he had shown up then he was finding Shoto and taking the idiot home before Mina and round cheeks could get him drunk again. He was not having a repeat of last time when he had practically had to carry the other man home and then listen to him puke his guts up in the toilet. He loved the guy but there were some things he didn’t want to experience twice.

“This is amazing,” Denki screamed in his ear as he slung his arm over Katsuki’s shoulders, bouncing excitedly on the spot like a toddler that had had too much sugar. Katsuki grunted in response. It was not amazing. It was loud and annoying and he wanted to leave already. “I need a drink,” he grumbled, not waiting for an answer before he started to push his way through the crowd of people and towards the bar. If they wanted a drink they would follow him, knowing damn well that Katsuki wouldn’t get it for them. Not when he was in his current mood anyway.

“Holy shit,” Hanta exclaimed excitedly as the bar finally came into view, slapping a hand out and stopping Katsuki from going any further. The blonde scowled at the other man, already shoving his arm out the way and yelling at him for getting in Katsuki’s way. Hanta wasn’t paying attention to him though, wasn’t even looking at Katsuki, his eyes instead trained on the bar and looking like all his dreams had come true at once. Huffing Katsuki turned to see what had the other man's attention. Katsuki practically choked on his tongue, his eyes going wide in suprise as they landed on who had caught Hanta’s attention.

Leant against the bar was what Katsuki could only best describe as the devil herself.

Her back was to them, the women leant forward across the bar to talk to the bartender who was clearly trying not to stare at the women’s tits and failing miserably, looking noticeably flustered as his eyes kept darting away from her only to be drawn back. Her skin was crimson red, the black of her all leather outfit standing out even more because of it and it was quite the eye arching outfit. Her trousers were like a second skin, pulled tight across her ass with a small hole having been cut in the top to make room for her long red tail to poke through. The tip was flat tapering and in the shape of a spade, the tip sharp like an arrow head that looked dangerous even from across the room. Katsuki could only see two thin straps to indicate she was wearing a top, her back bare and curved as she leant even further across the bar, sticking her ass out just that little more.

Katsuki could just see the curves of two large horns that curled up and around her head but the main thing to hold his attention were the large black and red leathery wings that were folded against her back. They reached from above her head almost all the way down to the floor, the end of each spine seeming to have a sharp claw attached to it that just added to the whole unholy demonic vide she had going on. She looked like fucking sin incarnate and Katsuki hadn’t even seen the front yet. Shit, he shouldn’t be looking. He was in an established and committed relationship, a happy goddamned man with no need to be staring at some extras ass like they were a piece of meat. He was going to be in so much trouble if Shoto and Y/N ever found out about this.

“Now that’s a sexy demon,” Hanta exclaimed loudly, smacking Denki on the back and jarring him out of his drooling. He made a weird noise somewhere between a whine and a sob, eyes still firmly fixed on the women and looking more terrified than anything else. “Well, wish me luck,” Hanta exclaimed, winking at them before striding purposely up to the women’s side. “Oh my god he’s going to get eaten,” Denki mumbled, gripping tightly at Katsuki’s arm and stepping into the blonde's personal space. Katsuki knew Hanta was desperate at this point to find someone to settle down with but he hadn’t struck Katsuki as the kind of person to be into, well, that. Maybe Katsuki should film his inevitable failure so they could all get a good laugh later because Katsuki was sure a woman like that was going to take one look at Hanta and laugh in his face. Well that or eat him alive.

Hanta slid up to her with a wide smile, sprouting some crap that Katsuki couldn’t here only for a look of panic to cross his face as she turned her head to look at him. His eyes quickly darted over to his friends, looking like he had seen hell itself and trembling lips trying to form words but before he could get anything out a large wing opened up, blocking him from view. “Katsuki do something,” Denki whined, tugging on Katsuki’s arm like some little kid. “Like what?” he grunted, yanking his arm from the other man’s grip. “I don’t know, go over there and growl or something. You’re a guard dog, go guard,” he gestured towards their friend. Katsuki clenched his jaw, grinding his teeth at yet another mention of him being a dog. He was going to strangle Shinso for telling dunce face that was what he called him. Right after he saved his idiot friend from whatever trouble he had let his dick get him into this time.

“Fine,” Katsuki snapped, “but if she tries to eat my soul you better be ready to get haunted”. Katsuki rolled his shoulders, psyching himself up to go tell some random women to back off to save his idiot friend from his own choices but before he could even take a step towards the bar the wing shifted and Hanta came scrambling back, looking both embarrassed and horrified. “Hey man, you okay?” Denki asked in concern but the other man ignored him, instead turning to face Katsuki. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t realise and when I did she…I tried to get away but she’s so….I’m so sorry. Please don’t kill me,” Hanta rushed out in a jumbled mess, Katsuki only just understanding the words though they made little sense. “Huh?” he asked dumbly and Hanta audibly swallowed before gesturing back to the bar, his hand noticeably trembling. Frowning, Katsuki turned back to look at the devil women.

She had turned round, her elbows now resting on the bar and wings spread a little to accommodate them, the things curling around her and blooming her off from the other people still jostling for attention at the bar. Slowly Katsuki dragged his eyes up over her exposed stomach across her leather clad breasts, her bra shaped to look like hands and only just seeming to hold everything in. His searching gaze continued up past sharp white fangs just visible behind smirking blood red lips, all the way up to completely black eyes that he knew were staring right back at him. Katsuki sucked in a breath as realisation dawned on him.

“Oh shit you hit on Y/N,” Denki gasped, sounding equal parts shocked, horrified and amused. He had finally let go of Katsuki, one arm wrapped around his waist and the other hand balled up into a fist that he had pressed against his mouth in an attempt to keep his laughter in though it was doing nothing to hide his smile. “I’m so sorry Kats. I didn’t mean anything by it,” Hanta pleaded, a slight edge of hysterical desperation to his voice but Katsuki wasn’t paying him any attention, his eyes still fixed on the women at the bar. Y/N lifted her glass to her lips, the amber liquid sloshing around as she sipped from it. It was only then that he noticed how long and sharp her nails were, looking more like claws than anything and stained black, like she had dipped her fingers into a tub of black paint. “Come on. Let’s go before his brain starts working again and he actually kills you”. Katsuki just grunted as the other two made a quick escape. Later he would definitely punch soy sauce in the arm for hitting on her but right now he was too preoccupied with the woman who was now slowly making her way towards him, all grace and confidence like a panther hunting its prey.

“Hey handsome,” she smiled, coming to a stop just in front of him, close but not touching. It was weird not having to look down to meet her eyes, the heels she had on putting her just about his height so she could stare directly at him. Katsuki licked at his lips, his eyes darting down to her red ones. He had missed her, more than he had realised until she once again stood in front of him, looking both familiar and very much not at the same time. “You’re here,” he whispered, his voice too quiet for the crowded space and thankfully hiding the almost dreamy quality to his voice. She smiled, something small yet knowing and Katsuki quickly shook off the surprised dumb thing he had going on. Eyes narrowing he stared directly into those black pools she called eyes and demanded to know, “what the hell you doing here?” It was rude and abrasive but it wasn’t like any one could blame him. As far as he and Shoto knew she was supposed to be out in Okinawa for at least another week still and yet here she was, looking like something she had just stepped off the cover of some cheesy rock album.

Her lips parted in a smirk, those white fangs on display again. She placed her hands on his chest, those long and dangerous nails pressing down ever so slightly. Not enough to hurt but just enough to feel it. It was habit that had Katsuki reaching out, placing both his hands on her hips and pulling her those few in chest closer so they were almost touching. She was warm, noticeably so and though Katsuki was no longer cold he wanted to bury his face in her neck and press their bodies together so he could soak up all that heat. Before he could do that though she was talking, her voice annoyingly smug. “Turns out me and Eijiro are just that good and we finished ahead of schedule so we thought we would surprise you”.

She inclined her head to the side, her smile turning softer as she looked at something beyond the crowd of people around them. Frowning, Katsuki turned his head in the same direction, red eyes search the crowd only to land on Mina and Eijiro, the pinkett letting out a loud squeal as she launched herself at the man, flinging her arms around his neck and almost pulling him over in her excitement. “She definitely looks surprised,” Katsuki mumbled, still watching as the red head wrapped his arms around Mina’s waist and spun her round, clearly just as excited as she had been. Y/N chuckled, her hands sliding up across his pecs and over his shoulders, looping her arms around his neck and stepping in just that little bit closer. “Are you surprised, my love?” she practically purred in his ear, sending a tinge of excitement down his spine. “Very,” he smirked. Turning his attention back to her and giving the other couple some semblance of privacy he took one hand off her waist, lifting it to cup her cheek instead. She smiled softly, turning her head to nuzzle his palm. “Missed you,” she sighed, her hot breath puffing out over his wrist and sending a shiver down his spine. He felt cold, everywhere apart from where they were touching, her heat seeping into him and making his skin tingle like it had been burned. It was almost too much, just scaring the edges of discomfort but at the moment it was like she was a roaring fire and he a cold traveler huddled close for warmth. He felt safe with her in his arms, knowing full well that she had perfect control over what she was doing.

Katsuki’s smirk eased into a soft smile, his thumb gently rubbing against her cheek. “Missed you too”. Honestly, it was a little pathetic how much he had missed her. After all these years and her annual trips to London as well as the odd mission away and job with Takahashi Enterprises Katsuki would have thought he would have gotten used to it all by now and for the most part he had but he still felt her absence when she was away and longed for her return. He was more grumpy when they were apart, Shoto just as bad though he got quieter. It was the same if Shoto was off on a mission, or even him. At this point they had spent so much time together as a three that it just didn’t feel right if one third was missing. Though, the reunion sex was always someonthing else, desperate and messy and solidifying that they were home, together again.

Katsuki slipped the hand on her cheek down, instead curling it loosely around her neck. His thumb gently brushed over her soft bottom lip, tugging it down gently so he could see just a hint of sharp fangs. “Not that I’m complaining, but what’s with the get up?” It was a valid question, one that had been niggling at the back of his mind since realising it was her but he had been too distracted by her sudden appearance to question it, until now that was. Her lips parted slightly, black eyes watching him intently as she sucked the tip of his thumb between her lips. Katsuki sucked in a breath as all his attention zeroed in her mouth and his now spit slicked digit. Her teeth nipped at the pad, her tongue following to soothe the sting. It felt odd though, not quite the same as he was used to but it still had his pulse racing and his dick twitching.

“You don’t like it?” she asked with a pout, letting his thumb fall from her lips. “Didn’t say that,” he grunted, voice low and rough and full of his want. No he liked it, liked it a lot, horns and all. He was already thinking about what she would look like on her hands and knees, crying out his name as he fucked her senseless, those black wings spread out and he head tipped back from the right hold he had on one of her horns. She smirked, wide and a little dangerous, her hand curling around the back of his neck and sharp nails scratching at the base of his skull. She hummed, leaning in to ghost her lips across his cheek. “Good because I have all sorts of wicked things I want to try,” she whispered teasingly in his ear, her hot breath tickling and sending a shiver of anticipation down his spine. He barely suppressed the groan that wanted to burst free, his grip tightening on her waist in an attempt to ground himself.

“What kind of things?” Katsuki managed to get out through the haze of lust taking over his mind. He tipped his head to the side as she began to kiss and nip at his jaw, letting out a low rumbling moan as she latched into a particularly sensitive spot. Katsuki slid his hand back from her cheek, his fingers tangling in her hair and cradling the back of her skull in an attempt to keep her mouth pressed against that spot just below his ear. Vaguely he was aware of Y/N laughing, something low and teasing but he could find it in him to care, especially not when those sharp fangs pressed against his racing pulse, the threat of them sinking in getting his pulse thumping and his hardening dick twitching.

She tugged at his hair, forcing his head back and to the side so she could get at more of his neck and this time Katsuki couldn’t catch the loud and desperate groan in time. Her horns bumped against his chin and Katsuki was struck by the sudden urge to grab them, to wrap his hands around them and use them to drive her head down as he fucked up into her mouth. Shit they needed to stop. Katsuki was already half hard, his brain feeling oddly clouded as his want for the other women grew. They were in the middle of a crowded room for fucks sake, surrounded buy friends a whole bunch of extras that Katsuki had never seen before in his life. She looked different enough that people probably hadn’t recognised her yet but Katsuki didn’t have that luxury. People were quick to judge and the fact was, to them at least, he was letting some random devil women suck on his neck like a starving vampire. It was as scandal waiting to happen and he didn’t even have Shoto there to bake him up and make it obvious who was gnawing on his neck.

“Play a game with me?” she whispered in his ear before nipping at the lobe, sucking on it before letting it go with a wet pop. Katsuki screwed his eyes shut, trying to steady his suddenly racing heart. This was a bad idea and it couldn’t possibly end well for either of them. No, that wasn’t completely true. It would most likely end in some amazing sex but the getting from here to there part would most likely be a headache at best and having issue a public apology at worst. He needs to put a stop to this before it can get any further out of hand than it already is but he can’t bring himself to push her away, his grip on her waist tightening to the point that it must be painful just at the thought of putting even an inch of space between them.

The hand that wasn’t in Katsuki’s hair slid back down his chest, fingers pressing against every muscle until she found the edge of his t-shirt. She quickly slid her hand under the fabric, her hand splaying over his abs as she stepped forward, slotting her leg between his and pressing her thighs against his straining erection. “Fuck,” he cursed as quietly as he could and getting an amused laugh in return. Everything thought of stopping vanished from his mind, Katsuki unable to stop himself from grinding against her leather clad thigh. “Latter,” she teased, shifting her leg against him to give him the slightest bit of friction. With a gasp Katsuki tipped his head forward, resting it against her shoulder.

Something was wrong. He shouldn’t be this far gone already and in a room full of people at that. Shoto was the exhibitionist not him. Katsuki didn’t like people watching unless it was Y/N or Shoto and only ever in the privacy of their own home. He felt hot, his skin prickling with electricity everywhere she was touching. His heart was racing, his breathing heavy and slightly shaky. “What...what are y…you doing?” Katsuki managed to groan out, his hips rolling forward to get more friction on his now fully erect dick. She stepped back slightly, moving her leg away from where it had been pressed against his groin and Katsuki actually whimpered, trying to pull her back towards him but she wouldn’t let him. Her hand flattened against his abs as the other tightened in his hair and yanked his head back. Katsuki cried out, eyes snapping open at the sudden sting of pain. He didn’t even know when he had closed them. His eyes stung with unshed tears, his hazy gaze fixed on the women before him. He felt like he was falling apart, his fingers twitching with the need to feel her and his arousal burning through his veins like he was full of acid and brimstone. This wasn't right and Katsuki could feel his panic groaning, nipping at the edges of his lust and turning the feeling sour.

“Hey, shush. It’s ok,” she coed softly, the tight grip she had on his hair loosening so she could pet softly at the stands. “You’re ok, all I was doing was amplifying your feelings, see? All gone”. It happened as soon as she let go of him, Y/N stepping back slightly to give him some space. The loss was like a slap to the face, everything slamming back into focus as the all-consuming arousal vanished like it had been blinked out of existence. Gasping Katsuki stumbled back slightly, eyes wide as they darted around the room, the panic finally settling in fully along with his rapidly growing anger. He had been fucking grinding on her leg like a dog in heat, moaning and groaning like a cheap whore in a room full of people. She had no right to do that to him, to make him lose control like that against his will. Fuck! He was so embarrassed, so angry and her sad little pout wasn’t helping. Something shifted and it’s then that Katsuki noticed that she had unfolded her wings, wrapping them halfway around Katsuki and hiding them from view of the rest of the room. The next thing he noticed was that no one was even looking at them, all absorbed in their own little bubbles. It was as if they didn't exist, the two of them seemingly invisible to the rest of the room.

Frowning, Katsuki reached out, waving his hand in front of some random extras face next to him. They didn’t flinch, didn’t even blink, just carried on with their conversation like Katsuki wasn’t two seconds away from smacking them in the face to see if they would react to it. “You didn’t actually think I would let anyone else see you like that did you?” Y/N asked, her voice small and sad sounding. Katsuki snapped his head back round to glare at her, finding her with an arm wrapped around her stomach and looking off to the side. She looked like a puppy who had just been told off, a vast contrast to the starving succubus she had been just moments before. “The fuck do you think your doing?” he snapped, stepping back into her space despite the fact he was still angry at her. She pouted, tilting her head forward slightly and Katsuki knew that if he could see her eyes she would be looking up at him through her lashes, pretending to be all coy and shit, like she hadn’t just had Katsuki on the verge of begging her to let him fuck her for all their friends and random extras to see. It was a good job Shoto wasn’t there because that was probably exactly what would have happened, it was the little perverts biggest fantasy come to life.

She had the decency to look sheepish, sucking her bottom lip between her teeth and letting a fang dig into the plumb flesh. Despite his still simmering anger Katsuki still felt that familiar twinge of interest, his fingers itching with the need to tug her lip out from between her teeth and replace it with his own. Shit. It had been that long since they had sex, she’d only been gone a few weeks and it wasn’t like he and Shoto had been living like monks whilst you had been gone. Maybe it was the weird quirk you had picked or maybe he was just really horny but whatever it was it was making it really hard to stay angry at you. Well, it wouldn’t be the first time the two of you had had sex angry. Not that you were going to have sex. Not here anyway. Where the hell was Shoto, you needed to leave already and Katsuki wasn’t about to leave the candy cane behind.

Smirking, she stepped forward, seeming to sense that Katsuki’s anger was quickly dissipating. “I missed you,” she smiled, curling one hand around his bicep and dripping the other over his shoulder so she could go back to stroking her fingers through his carefully styled spikes. “Missed this,” she purred and Katsuki sucked in a breath, his eyes darting down between them as something pushed against his still half hard dick. The flat of her tail pressed against him, dragging it across his aching length and coxing him back to fully hard. It was weird to watch, the snake-like appendage seeming to have a mind of its own as it slipped down his length to nudge at his balls with just enough firmness that he could feel it through the thick denim.

Biting back a groan, Katsuki darted a hand out and grabbed at her tail, yanking it away from him. “Knock it off,” he hissed angrily, his eyes darting around the still seeming oblivious room before turning back to glare at her. She huffed, both hands curling around his shoulder like that was some sort of proof that she was going to start behaving. “Spoil sort,” she grumbled but thankfully she seemed to settle, her tail curling around his wrist and up his arm and squeezing softly. It felt as weird as it looked, smooth like skin and just as hot as the rest of her. It was like a band of heated metal was wrapped around him and Katsuki had to wonder if there would be a red mark left behind when she finally let go, like she had branded him as hers. That probably shouldn’t have been as big a turn on as it was.

“Shoto know you’re here?” he asked in an attempt to distract himself, eyeing her suspiciously as he waited for her answer. Katsuki doubted the other man did, Y/N probably looking to mess with the both of them but it wouldn’t be the first time they had conspired against him and he doubted it would be the last. She laughed, probably knowing what he had been thinking. “Do you see him anywhere?” she asked, a teasing tone to it as she raised a delicate eyebrow at him. Katsuki quickly swept his eyes across the room, looking for the familiar red and white hair but he didn’t find him, nor did he see Deku and round cheeks who he was supposed to be coming with.

“No,” he grumbled, annoyed at the other man’s absence. She took the opportunity to lean forward, her lips instantly going to the hollow of his throat and sucking gently. Her horns nudged at his chin and Katsuki wordlessly tipped his head back to give her more room. Fuck it felt good, her lips leaving a burning trail up his neck and jaw as she kissed her way higher. He could feel that tingle of arousal again, sharpening as it started to take over again. He should tell her to stop, that here and now isn’t a good idea but it’s less sudden then last time, more like his normal level of want just a bit more demanding and needy, nothing he can’t handle. So he lets her, groaning when she scrapes her teeth along his jugular. “Then there’s your answer,” she teased, her lips ghosting against his chin with every word. Katsuki’s breath stuttered, his free hand finding its way back to her waist.

When she pulled away it was with a satisfied smirk, the spot she had been suck on his jaw throbbing pleasantly. She was so close, lips hovering just a few scant inches away from him and Katsuki automatically leant in, wanting nothing more in that moment then to feel her lips moving against his. He couldn’t believe they hadn’t actually kissed yet, something that needed rectifying as quickly as possible. She leaned in and Katsuki closed his eyes, anticipating the soft slide of her lips against his but instead of feeling her lips against his a finger pressed down on his and Katsuki’s eyes fluttered open, confused as to why she was stopping him. “You never answered my question,” she said simply, a smirk on her lips. Frowning, Katsuki pulled back, struggling to remember what she had asked as her hand fell back to his chest, clawed fingers playing with the collar of his top.

“What,” Katsuki coughed, trying to clear away the rough edge to his voice. “What was the question again?” he mumbled, his arousal spiking as he tried to concentrate. That was playing dirty, Y/N manipulating what he was feeling whilst he was actually trying to think but it felt so good. He groaned as her hands slid down his chest, nails scratching against him through the thin cotton of his top. Her tail pulled his arm to the side and back as she stepped in closer once more, his hand that had been on her waist slipping back until it ended up on her ass. Her hands were back under his shirt, sliding gently up his back and her mouth going back to his neck, sucking on a spot just behind his ear. “Fuck,” he gasped as she bit down gently, his hands tightening and pulling her against him.

She laughed gently as she moved her mouth right next to his ear. “Katsuki, play a game with me,” she purred, pressing her body as tight against his as she could and grinding her thigh against his dick. Katsuki was gone, head tipping back on a moaned out “yes” as he squeezed at her ass. He wanted her, wanted to fuck her hard and fast, leave her fucking gasping and then send her off to Shoto so the other man could lick his come off of her before covering her with his own. He wanted it so badly he hadn’t ever thought about the fact he was agreeing to something without really knowing what it was she was asking.

With one last kiss to his jaw she pulled away, letting go of him and putting an unwanted amount of distance between them. This time the groan Katsuki made was of frustration, his head spinning as his desperate need vanished once more. He glared at the smirking women before him, contemplating just telling her to shove off and leaving but he knew he wouldn’t. He was too proud to back down from a challenge, even something like this. “Give it a couple of minutes then meet me in the men’s room”. She winked at him before turning and strutting away from him, no one even looking at her as she walked by.

“Fuck,” Katsuki grumbled under his breath, rubbing at his head and trying once more to get his body back under control. He shouldn’t go after her. Whatever she had planned would probably be insane, would probably have him on edge all night and would most definitely involve Shoto whenever he decided to show up. Why couldn’t it be now though, Katsuki could just send him in there first, surprise the hell out of her and then he could find out what she was up to. He wasn’t stupid enough to think she still wouldn’t come after him but at least it would buy him some time to think of an escape plan.

“Bakubro!” Eijiro yelled as he slung his arms around Katsuki’s shoulders, pulling him into a tight embrace and for once Katsuki went willingly, allowing the redhead to crowd into his personal space. “Was looking all over for you but it was like you had vanished, then poof here you are,” he babbled excitedly as he stepped back, smiling wide and flashing his sharp teeth. His eyes were a little unfocused, his cheeks flushed like he was already drunk. It would be worrying, considering how long he had been at the bar but Denki was filtering around him, Katsuki was surprised he wasn’t already slurring his words. “He was probably busy with a certain little devil,” Denki teased, bumping his shoulder against Katsuki’s and wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. It wasn’t too hard a push but it knocked him forward slightly, his mind still stuck on what Y/N was planning.

Eijiro laughed nervously, rubbing at the back of his neck and darting his eyes off to the side. “Yeah, sorry about that man. If I had known she was going to go all out like that I would have warned you”. Groaning Katsuki pulled his eyes away from the corridor she had disappeared down and turned his attention back to his friends. “It’s fine,” he grumbled. So shitty hair knew she was up to something but he doubted she would have told him everything. Well he hopped not anyway. Katsuki really didn’t like the idea of her talking to his best friend about their sex lives. It was bad enough all the girls gossiped about that stuff as it was, he didn’t need Eijiro hearing about his likes and dislikes in the bedroom and he definitely didn’t need Denki finding out and trying to talk to him about it.

“Here we go!” Hanta said cheerfully, appearing next to Katsuki with four bottles of beer clutched in his hands. Katsuki took his with a mumbled thanks, taking a long swig of it. With a frown Katsuki turned, suddenly remembering how all this shit had started and punched the other man hard in the arm. “Ow! What the hell man?” Hanta cried out, clutching at the spot and looking at Katsuki in confusion. “Least you deserve, fuck face,” he snapped angrily, glaring at Hanta. It was silent between the four of them for a few awkward seconds then suddenly Denki was laughing, doubling over and clutching at Hanta’s other arm. “Said...he...wouldn’t...forget,” dunce face managed to get out between laughs and Hanta frowned, grumbling under his breath about accidents and not knowing.

Eijiro looked between the three of them, clearly confused by what was going on. “Erm, what did I miss?” Katsuki just grunted, taking another swig of his beer and wishing it was something stronger because he felt like he would need it if he was going to get through tonight. Pulling in a deep breath Denki seemed to calm himself down, turning to Eijiro with a dumb smile on his face. “Hanta here tried to hit on Y/N,” he barely managed to get the words out before he started laughing again, doubling over and still clutching at an uncomfortable and slightly annoyed looking Hanta. “Oh,” Eijiro mumbled before taking a long drink from his bottle, looking away to the bar and refusing to meet anyone's eye. That was weird, even for the redhead and left Katsuki wondering if something had happened on the mission that Katsuki wouldn’t necessarily be happy about if he were to find out about it.

“I didn’t know. None of us recognised her with that get up. I didn’t do anything,” Hanta whined, turning to Katsuki with desperation in his eyes. “I know that ass hat, why you only got hit in the arm and not the face,” he growled out angrily. Why couldn’t they just drop it? Katsuki was trying not to think about her right now and these idiots were not helping matters. Plus he really didn’t want to think about Hanta hitting on her because that was a sure fire way to get him angry and as on edge as he was that wasn’t the emotion he wanted to be feeling right now, especially not when he knew Hanta hadn’t known who he was making eyes at. None of them had. Katsuki’s phone chimed in his pocket, the unmistakable sound of a text coming through pulling him away from the ongoing conversation.

Katsuki quickly dug his phone out of his pocket, ignoring the others as Denki continued to tease Hanta and the other man tried to defend himself, Eijiro just staying strangely quiet instead of trying to break them up like he normally would. It was a text and a photo, the words ‘it’s rude to keep a girl waiting’ clear across his lock screen but he couldn’t see what photo she had attached. Feeling an odd mix of excitement and apprehension, Katsuki opened his phone and went straight to his messages. The photo took up the majority of the screen, Y/N sat on the sinks with one hand cupping a breast whilst the other was between her spread legs. Her head was thrown backwards, mouth open on a gasp and sharp fangs on clear display. Her wings were gone, no room for them where she was lent back against the mirrors and Katsuki could clearly see her tail wrapped around her phone in the reflection. She looked stunning, like everything naughty and depraved in the world and Katsuki desperately wanted to be between her legs, gripping her hips and trailing biting kisses up her exposed neck.

“I need to piss,” he rushed out quickly, shoving his bottle at Eijiro as he pushed his way past a still whining Hanta and laughing Denki, not bothering to look back as they complained about his rudeness. Katsuki quickly made his way across the room, shoving his way through the crowd and ignoring everyone who so much as huffed at him. By the time he made it to the door marked for the toilets Katsuki was an agitated mess, shoving it open with more force than was necessary and letting it swing back to hit the wall with a loud bang. Katsuki doesn’t slow down, barely taking the time to make sure he was heading in the right direction before he was striding down the corridor and towards the men’s room. It’s only when he’s stood in front of it that he pauses, taking a deep breath in an attempt to gain back some sort of control over himself.

He felt like he was kissing it, his mind all over the place and the constant shift in the intensity of his emotions leaving him reeling. He should go, text her back with a simple no and just forget the last thirty minutes of his life. She would stop if he asked, if she thought he was really uncomfortable with something. They knew each other’s limits and though they all liked to push them they would never step over them with explicit permission. That’s what it would be if he went in there, his consent to whatever madness she was about to unleash on him. As much as he wanted to blame it on that newly acquired quirk of hers Katsuki knew he couldn’t. He was clear headed, his mind completely his own without the intense insistent arousal clawing at his mind. This was his choice to make, good or bad, this was all on him and if he went through that door he would have no one to blame but himself. Letting his breath go, Katsuki gently pushed the door open and stepped into the mens room.

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Thankfully Together

by Insane_Sanity

Thirty days hath November, thus thirty ships I shall write for the month known for Thankfulness.

In the spirit of thankfulness, most of these prompts are going to be happy ending based even if they start out tragic. I usually write character x reader stuff, so I thought this would be a fun challenge for me. Also cool to see if anyone else agrees with how my ships pan out.

Words: 3267, Chapters: 1/30, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Class 1-A (My Hero Academia), Class 1-B (My Hero Academia)

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku/Uraraka Ochaco, Kirishima Eijirou/Ashido Mina, Mashirao Ojiro/Hagakure Tooru, Jirou Kyouka/Kaminari Denki, Todoroki Shouto/Yaoyorozu Momo, Ashido Mina/Sero Hanta, Aoyama Yuuga/Hagakure Tooru, Hatsume Mei/Iida Tenya, Kendou Itsuka/Monoma Neito, Shiozaki Ibara/Tokoyami Fumikage, Bakugou Katsuki/Tokage Setsuna, Shouji Mezou/Tsunotori Pony, Komori Kinoko/Kouda Kouji, Satou Rikidou/Yanagi Reiko, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor/Todoroki Rei, Takami Keigo | Hawks/Todoroki Fuyumi, Melissa Shield/Todoroki Natsuo, Asui Tsuyu/Tsuburaba Kousei, Tsukauchi Naomasa/Sousaki Shino | Mandalay, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Tsuchikawa Ryuuko | Pixie-bob, Nishiya Shinji | Kamui Woods/Takeyama Yuu | Mount Lady, Bakugou Masaru/Bakugou Mitsuki, Yamado Hizashi | Present Mic/Fukukado Emi | Ms. Joke, Midoriya Inko/Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Kan Sekijirou | Vlad King/Kayama Nemuri | Midnight, Awata Kaoruko | Bubble Girl/Sasaki Mirai | Sir Nighteye, Aiba Manami | La Brava/Tobita Danjuurou | Gentle Criminal

Additional Tags: Romance, Smut, UNUSUAL SHIPS, Bondage, Self-Doubt, Friends to Lovers, Fluff, simple stuff, Slow Burn

https://archiveofourown.org/works/51247585

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Pieces | Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

by dokidokiboke

“He did a shitty fucking job at protecting me, considering he fucked my best friend.” You scoffed. Katsuki’s lips curved up at the corner before he became serious again.

“Listen,” A light blush spread across his cheeks. You tilted your head to show that you were in fact, listening. “In the.. brief time we were hanging out on a regular basis.. I’ve.. I’ve always been attracted to you.” Your eyes widened and he looked away. “To be honest it’s really fucking shitty, and selfish of me to tell you this and take advantage of you while your vulnerable. After being cheated on. But.. I just..” He turned back to you and squished your cheeks together, “I want to help you pick up the pieces.. If you’ll let me.” You sat there in shock, once again fighting off tears.

--

Or, Deku cheats on reader after two years of being together, and Katsuki shoots his shot.

Words: 5963, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Reader, Ashido Mina/Kirishima Eijirou, Midoriya Izuku/Reader, Midoriya Izuku/Uraraka Ochako, Jirou Kyouka/Yaoyorozu Momo, Kaminari Denki/Shinsou Hitoshi, Sero Hanta/Todoroki Shouto

Additional Tags: Cheating, Past Relationship(s), Soft Bakugou Katsuki, Fluff and Smut, Protective Bakugou Katsuki, Protective Bakusquad (My Hero Academia), Jirou Kyouka is in the Bakusquad, Supportive Bakusquad (My Hero Academia), Mean Midoriya Izuku, Mean Uraraka Ochako, Revenge Sex, Porn With Plot, Nipple Play, Cunnilingus, Creampie, Voyeurism, Birth Control, Alternate Universe - No Quirks (My Hero Academia), Anxiety Disorder, Alternate Universe - College/University, Model Bakugou Katsuki, Famous Bakugou Katsuki, Famous Midoriya Izuku, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

from AO3 works tagged 'Sero Hanta/Todoroki Shouto', https://ift.tt/314M2xY

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Vulnerability (MHA AU)

Vulnerability (MHA AU) by WolfSlayer2550

Two students named Bakugo Katsuki and Shinsou Hitoshi seem to have some beef. After an incident at the arcade that almost leaves Shinsou dead, the two enemies are stuck together by All Might's word. How will the two rivals deal with this? And, what will happen when hatred blossoms into fondness, and even possibly, something more?

Along with those two is Isa Nicholson, a transfer from American to UA in pursuit of becoming the best hero possible-and what better than her inspiration, All Might's Alma mater? She's not just there to be a hero, although it's her main goal, she's there to make friends. And like, who wouldn't wanna be her friend? But the thing about being a hero is that things don't exactly go as planned, matter how much you want them to.

Together, these three musketeers-I mean, these three hero students will traverse this field of heroism and high-school together. Unfortunate events happen, things get crazy, and students are wild. To make things worse, they all have students tugging at their hearts.

With the persistent pull of love and the drive of heroism, how will the kids deal with it in the school of UA with bustling heroes in training and diverse personalities?

Read to find out!

Words: 2881, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: mha, My Hero Academia, anime - Fandom

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: M/M

Characters: Shinsou Hitoshi, Denki Kaminari, Bakugo Katsuki, Sero Hanta, Eijirou Kirishima, Ojiro Mashirao, Mina Ashido, Mirio Togata, Present Mic, Hizashi Yamada, eraserhead, All Might, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Midoriya Izuku, Shoto Todoroki, Iida Tenya, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, Takami Keigo | Hawks, Oc-(not an x reader) Isa Nicholson

Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Shinsou Hitoshi, Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Shinsou x Kaminari, Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yagi Toshinori | All Might/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Yagi Toshinori | All Might/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Takami Keigo | Hawks/Todoroki Enji | Endeavor

Additional Tags: Boy x boy, Slow Burn, Shinsou has a small character switch after the 11th chapter, Bakugo's a little bitch, Bakugo being a tsundere, background oc x canon ship that isn't the main plot of the story, this Isn't an oc x reader, my oc's half main character for the first 10 chapters and then disappears into the background, Denki Kaminari deserves better, Major character death, Suicide Attempt, Swearing and bullying and harassment, making out and suggestive language, No Smut

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44873104