#like hes super intimidating lookin and could beat up anyone who wronged him

[kiwibirdlafayette]

does anyone else think a lot about ruxomar!dianite being like a father figure to Tom post-canon who is trying to understand what it means to be a dianite beyond just the powers and the title and who otherwise hasnt had much guidance in the way of non-fighting life related things (bc that’s all s1 dianite really instilled in him when he revived him) or just me

[superworldunkown]

Smooth Operator

AN: Back, Back, Back again. I wrote this in like 30 minutes because I had this random fixation that Bakugou most likely has super soft smooth skin from his quirk but he’s also a super softy despite being a cranky lil bean. And then I was like, ‘Lemme make a Melanin Queen OC who doesn’t take his shit one bit and teases him.’ And here we are, my friends. 

Summary: Bakugou, a hard ass with smooth skin, and an equally smooth S/O Bakugou X Black! reader (Bakugou and a melanin queen is what we need in 2021 ya’ll). 

Bakugou sat in the debriefing plaza outside of Ground Beta, his red eyes watching each student exit the area with looks of victory or defeat on their faces. He had a habit of visiting this place during the entry exams. Twice a year, UA offered general studies students a change to earn their way into the hero course. Rarely, very rarely did anyone make it past the exams, but Bakugou somewhat enjoyed the fanfare around it. First it was to tip his nose at all the losers and extras who dared to think they could compete with him. Now it was to await the results of a pesky little shit of a student who, despite being now 0 and 5, still thought they were better than him.

“Ugh! Vlad your class is getting sloppy. If this is what the graduating class of 3B is going to give to the hero world. I might as well ask the villain's for mercy now.”

The hero scoffed, “You tried hard, Y/N, but your scores didn’t make the cut. Better luck next time.” 

“Yeah Yeah! Like your class could handle someone like me, Hah!” 

Your eyes scanned the plaza, spotting your favorite gremlin hero in the making. Despite how much your body ached, you pulled yourself together to give your best hero-esque walk towards his direction, “Aww did my favorite fan come to see me today?” 

Bakugou let out a huff before scooching over on the bench to let you sit. On the outside he hated you. You had this chaotic energy and an ego that should have never existed in a quirkless body like yours. But, then again, that’s what made him stick around the past two years. 

 You had no business being a hero, but every time the damn school had their try outs for the hero course, you were always first in line. You always talked shit to anyone who looked at you sideways for being quirkless, and more often than not you could beat them both verbally and physically. Even the first time you met him you didn’t back down, and that was when he was much, much less restricted. 

“Outta my way extra! Unless you wanna get blasted into next semester!” He said you on your first meeting in the cafeteria,

“It’s always the pretty rich kids with big quirks who have the most boring threats. If you’re going to make me shake in my uniform stop relying on that big mouth of yours. Don’t they teach you how to be intimidating in the hero course?” 

It was the flirting mixed with insults that he hated most about you. But also it drew him in every time. 

Not to mention, the way your brown skin glowed even on the grayest of days...Needless to say it was an absolute pleasure and nightmare to be associated with you. You were just Bakugou’s type. 

“I take it you failed, again. You gonna give up yet?”  

“Of course not. Like I said, I think UA would lose their minds if they let  quirkless kid into their hero course...they just ain’t ready yet for my level of skills.” 

He scoffed, rolling his eyes. “You’re wasting your time. Quit now before you actually hurt yourself.” 

“And you’re wasting my time with that negative energy, Katsuki. Not all of us have the privilege of a flashy quirk and soft ass skin.” 

The blond glared, “I ain’t soft! I worked damn hard and that’s why I’m going to be the number 1 hero you idiot so don’t forget it!” 

Your sound of disbelief was extra sassy with the swelling of your jaw, “Okay please. You are so soft. You lose one match or, gasp! Someone looks at you wrong and your ego looses it’s shit.” 

Bakugou’s eyes instantly began to retract to tiny red orbs. Turning in your direction, he gave you one of his best, ‘Say another word and DIE’ faces. But you could see right through it. And you were pretty sure Bakugou knew that too. 

“I said it. Look at you.” The tips of your fingers glided up his biceps, rolling with each groove of his muscles, “Strong, mean, and a hardass on the outside,” You made your way over his shoulders, careful around his neck as you knew it was sensitive and settling right on his cheek, “But on the inside, you're soft as pudding, pudding.” Adding emphasis to your statement you gave his cheek a pinch and quickly retracted your fingers before the blond could bite them off. 

“You don’t even know what you’re talking about, dumbass!” 

“I know exactly what I’m talking about softy.” You countered while resting your elbows on your knees, “I had tough skin and hard lessons the day I was born. Ain’t nobody want to see a quirkless kid thinkin’ they could be a hero, let alone actually have a shot at making it.” Your lips, despite the bruises, twisted into a smile, “But I don't care. They can kick my ass all they want but at the end of the day they’re gonna know my name. Whether they cheerin’ or screamin’ it. They’ll never be able to forget me....and on the brightside its fun to put you wanna-be heroes in your place every now and again.” 

There it was. That piece of you that, despite how brute, loud, and obnoxiously cocky you were, he couldn’t get enough of. Even with a face full of bruises and defeat, you still had that fire in you, like you were somehow the secret winner of it all. And you did it all without a quirk. It was just you and your fire. 

“You keep lookin’ at me like that you’re going to make me do something I’ll regret.” You warned, snapping him out of his thoughts. 

“And what’s that?” He asked, leaning in just a tad.

You smirked, your eyes narrowing as you closed the gap between you two, your noses practically touching. In a swift move your lips dove into his cheek taking a playful bite at the baby fat that still lingered. 

“Ooo those cheekies are so soft I couldn’t help myself!”

[irkallanprince]

SPORES (Chapter Two)

Fandom: Power Rangers (2017 movie) Rating: T Warnings: Canon typical violence, discussion of sex, FROG MONSTER! Sexual situations (nothing explicit), mild language Relationships: Billy Cranston/Jason Scott; Kimberly Hart/Trini

Billy and Kimberly are... acting strange.

(read on ao3)

Colt Wallace was a deeply unhappy person. His parents never paid attention to him, his mother was always at work at the diner and his father was always too uh… drunk to really even remember he was alive. It made him angry, deeply and irrationally and often. It was the whole reason why he was always in trouble, why he had detention from now until the end of time. It was why he preyed on the weak. Because if people feared him, they at least noticed him, and he didn’t have the talent or skills to make his name elsewhere.

Up until a couple of months ago, Billy Cranston was his target of choice. It was so easy to pick on him. He was just so… slow. But one day, it seemed like something changed within the boy, and he was literally made out of steel or something. He couldn’t break his arm. He damn near got a concussion trying to headbutt him. Overall, Billy changed, and he just could no longer be a target anymore. That… sucked. But it held the exciting new prospect of choosing a new victim, which he did with glee.

And that’s how Raymond Powers ended up being tormented every day for the last several weeks. Colt usually waited until Jason Scott wasn’t around, because honestly he was intimidated by him, and of course now that he knew Billy was freakishly strong he stayed away from him as well. But once the halls were clear, Raymond was dead meat.

He grabbed him from behind and put him in a chokehold, watching with insane delight as his veins popped from his forehead and his face turned red.

“I just want to know how long it takes for me to put someone to sleep. You’re helping me with research really.” He laughed, squeezing him tighter like a python wrapping up its next meal.

But before he knew it, he was slamming into the lockers behind him. He yelped, in much more pain than he’d like to be. And when he opened his eyes he saw a motley duo looking at him.

“Hey jerk, what’s your problem?” said Kimberly Hart, leaning against the locker across from him. Though she looked… different. Way hot. Not that she wasn’t before. But she was wearing torn up fishnets and a shirt that showed off her midriff with spiky black boots and all dark makeup. She was filing her nails and didn’t seem to be too into him. The one that really spooked him was Billy Cranston, who appeared… well… kind of the same as always. Except for his demeanor. His eyes were colder, more focused. You’d think for someone on the spectrum they couldn’t laser focus on someone so… intently. Violently. But Billy did. He leaned down and fondled the hanging blue safety pins attached to the pocket of Colt’s homemade black torn vest and gave a half smirk.

“I like blue.” He said. And the next thing he knew, Billy was tearing the vest from his body and putting it on himself. He didn’t say another word. Him and Kimberly just sort of… fell into eerie step with each other. It was like one of those old teen horror movies from the 90’s where they had been taken over by something that was not themselves. Raymond looked up at them as they walked past and offered a shaky “T-thank you…” which they smirked and promptly ignored. Did they save him because Colt was being a jerk? Or did… Billy just want to steal his vest?”

* * *

“Hey! Mister sometimes showed up for class!” Trini ribbed Zack as he moved to the seat next to her. He just offered one of his trademark cheeky smiles and gave a knowing shrug.

“Promised my moms I’d do better for her. No big.” He said, sitting down and laying his chin on his crossed arms while he looked back at the little one. Trini picked up her phone and checked her messages again. Still nothing. This was quite unusual. Zack, ever the perceptive one (and mostly since out of the whole gang he had become the closest thing to a brother to her), picked up on her frustration and gave her a quirked eyebrow.

“Everything good, little one?” He asked in sincerity. She popped her tongue and put down her phone.

“Kim hasn’t texted me back since she went to that juice bar downtown last night. Didn’t see her at her locker either. I’m just starting to get uneasy is all.” Trini said. She then picked up her phone again and stared at it as if that would make a new text roll in.

“Don’t fret. She’s probably just… uh… right here.” Zack said, looking up wide eyed as Kim approached.

“Hey girl. You uh… you lookin’ pretty fine today.” Zack smirked, ever the flirt. Trini scowled at him before she turned and got a pretty good look at her girlfriend. Suddenly she couldn’t speak because… well, Kimberly’s tongue was in her mouth. A couple of boys in the room wolf whistled and cat called. Kimberly turned and grinned. She was loving the attention.

“Whoa whoa uh… did you get bitten by Tawny Kitaen or something?” Trini said in reference to old rock and roll music videos as she was want to do, genuinely baffled by her girlfriend’s sudden turn to the dark side. And YET, still excited by it. Kimberly proceeded to eat a piece of bubblegum, blowing a bubble slowly and… can blowing a bubble be sexy? Because it was sexy. Trini was suddenly not so worried anymore. Just excited a little too much.

“KIMBERLY HART!” A voice came from the front of the room. A frumpy older woman had a stern look on her face. Kimberly turned and leaned against the desk like a slinky cat.

“Can I help you, Ms. Appleby?” She grinned, batting her eyelashes. The woman was unamused.

“Kimberly, you’re usually such a model student but you’re breaking several dress code rules right now. Also you’re not even in this class this period!”

“What can I say? Algebra makes me horny.” Kimberly snickered. Ms. Appleby went wide eyed in horror.

“YOU GO TO PRINCIPAL CAPLAN’S OFFICE YOUNG LADY!” She said, visibly flustered by Kimberly’s out of character overt sexuality. Kimberly just blew another bubble and smiled.

“I’ll bite… this time.” She smirked, standing before turning to give Trini a wink.

“I’m taking you out tonight, baby.” She grinned, giving her finger guns, which should be a red flag. Kimberly always thought those were so tacky. As she left amidst a slew of more whistles from horny boys, Trini just stared at her both confused and incredibly excited.

“Dude when did Kimmie get so…” Zack started.

“Hot?” Trini said without a beat.

“Tonight is going to be super fun.”

* * *

Jason was in the locker room changing for P.E. He couldn’t play football anymore because of his antics (and also because like… he’d

demolish

everyone) and he had to continue on pretending he had issues with his leg so nobody would suspect he was a teenaged superhero, but that didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy gym class. He could still run. He could still lift. He’d have to fudge some things here and there to keep up the ruse but he didn’t care. Still he took his time changing and he was generally the last one out of the locker room, so it was no surprise he was alone.

Or so he thought.

He closed his locker and jumped when a face was behind it.

“Fuck! Billy!” He smiled, then chuckled as he tossed his shirt into the locker.

“You scared the shit out of me… Hey, you have one of those ridiculously advanced science classes right now, don’t you? You’re… going to be super late. Doesn’t that like… send you into convulsions?” Jason joked. He knew how Billy liked punctuality. It wasn’t his style to be late, or skip even, yet here they were.

“I have something better in mind.” Billy gave a smile that was devilish and tickled Jason in a way that he wouldn’t say out loud.

Then Billy shoved him against the locker and kissed his neck, his hand gripping his bulge through his gym shorts. Jason groaned for half a second and then stopped, pushing him off.

“Babe I… I mean I like uh… this but you…” Jason was searching for the words to say. He really was denying sex to Billy, wasn’t he?

“You always get shy when we start getting really into things and now you’re trying to do me in the locker room before gym? I love you but… what’s going on?” Jason asked. He was always perceptive, especially when it came to Billy. Billy would never do this normally.

Billy looked at him with those same steely, cold, inhuman eyes that he did Colt earlier. He bared his teeth, then punched the locker next to Jason, a dent forming in the cold metal. He leaned in, lips hovering just over Jason’s. Jason’s breath hitched. He’d never seen this side of Billy, and while it turned him on just a little because it was Billy, he knew something was really wrong now.

“Maybe I just want to live on the edge a little more, J.” He said. And like that, he was gone. He used his ranger speed a little too liberally. Anyone could have seen. Billy was always careful about exposing them. Jason just stared at the door that was left swinging, freaked out by the fact that something had gotten into Billy. Literally.

“I have GOT to warn the others.” He said to himself under his breath. Then he looked down at the stiff tent in his gym shorts and scrunched his nose.

“DAMMIT.” He growled. He’d have to wait to even go to P.E. until this uh… resolved itself.