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puppyguppy · 7 months
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The realization slams into you somehow harder than the body on top of you; knocking not only the wind out of you, but your heart out of your ass, too. The room spins, but you know it's not from a concussion. It's just that your blood is rushing down too fast and too far from your head. Into your cheeks, and your core, because all at once you are surrounded my a scent you shouldn't so easily, so instantaneously recognize. It's not your scent to know. Sure, you're good friends with Bakugou -- as good a friend as any, other than Midoriya. Which is why you find the other pro's dick damn near in your face, your head having been locked between strong, sweaty legs. What's left of your fleeting rationality figures that, well yes, of course Bakugou would smell like that. Smell a little different. What with his quirk and all; and for whatever reason, you know the silly little fact that something like nitroglycerin has a very particular scent to begin with. But, that's not the issue. That's not why you're forgetting to tap out, gaping like a fish, or like a melon one last rubberband away from exploding -- between Bakugou's legs, on the training mat. The issue isn't that you recognize the smell of nitroglycerin. The issue is that, the last time you remember smelling it, the last place you remember smelling it, was -- With Shouta's face in your neck. His teeth in your lip. His stubble scratching against your jaw, etching that scent into your own skin. You'd thought it strange, at the time. But no less fascinating, no less intoxicating. You'd never thought -- you shouldn't think -- You still haven't tapped out. You don't. You won't.
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happyk44 · 8 months
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There's a lady with a Quirk who can blend two or more people's essences to create a child - she's popular with gay people, infertile couples, polyamorous relationships. But one day she gets kidnapped by some villain who wants to create an army of soldiers with perfect quirks.
It's Shinsou's first mission undercover, recommended by Aizawa even though he's in high school. It's only been a couple months since the woman went missing and luckily there don't seem to be any kids around.
Given her bruises and wounds, it doesn't a genius to know she'd been refusing.
Shinsou mimics her voice when the guy is looking away, pretending to agree to his conditions, and then it's all over. She's exhausted and weak when Shinsou hefts her up.
It really shouldn't surprise him when it happens. Aizawa is there making sure everything is going according okay, talking kindly as she's loaded into the ambulance, when the guy makes a break for it.
With one hand, Bakugou blasts through the wall he makes while throwing a grenade through the newly made hole. It explodes and knocks the dude immediately to his ass.
And then there's a loud shout next to where Aizawa is still holding the woman's hand.
The kids she makes range in age - sometimes newborns, sometimes toddlers. Never any older than two or three.
And perfectly plopped on her lap is a chubby three year old with blood red eyes and shoulder-length dark purple hair.
"I'm too young to be a dad," is all Shinsou thinks as she starts sobbing out apologies. Shinsou saved her, he was on her mind. Aizawa was talking to her, he was on her mind. Bakugou startled her just from the fucking nature of his Quirk and he was on her mind.
And now there's a quiet grumpy three year old staring at them on her lap.
"I am way too young to be a dad," Shinsou thinks again as the kid blinks blearily at him before yawning loudly.
"THE FUCK?" Bakugou shoves the villain into the back of a police cruiser. "I thought you said there were no kids!"
"This one is new," Aizawa says dryly as he picks up the little kid and steps off the back of the ambulance.
She's quiet now, drifting off with the love of morphine and Shinsou has never been more jealous of someone sleeping before.
"And partially your fault," Aizawa adds. The kid smacks his cheek with a chubby little hand before twisting into Aizawa's chest for a nap.
His comment gets Bakugou spewing virtol at Aizawa, who ignores him as he calls for another EMT to come check the kid out. Shinsou follows, his mind a racing blur. He can't pull his eyes away from the squishy face nuzzled into the crook of Aizawa's neck.
"I am way too young to be a dad," he thinks for a third time.
It's hard to think of anything else.
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acanthus-literary · 2 months
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Nicknames for Katsuki in my favourite ship dynamics:
DekuBaku - Kacchan (like hell, this nickname is so flexible for every genre).
TodoBaku - Katsuki.
ShindoBaku - Babe.
DabiBaku - Doll.
AiBaku - Brat/Kid.
KiriBaku - Kats/Babe/Katsuki.
KamiBaku - Kats/Kacchan/Babe (Kaminari will just pick up every nickname to boast about his lover).
SeroBaku - Baby/Babe.
ShinsoBaku - Sweetie/Kitten/Shortie (in a mocking/teasing tone).
IidaBaku - Katsuki/Dear (when Katsuki throws tantrum and Iida is just perplexed).
CamieBaku - Bebs (I just have this headcanon where they have a somewhat asexual relationship?? Like they do kissing or cuddling but not interested in pursuing anything further).
MinaBaku - Bebs/Baby/Babe/Love/Cutie/Boo/Bae, etc ('cause Mina probably won't settle for just five nicknames; it's still bottom!Bakugou and they probably have kinkier taste than any other ships above).
(Will continue later once I read more bottom!Bakugou fics ✨️)
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chaoticaart · 1 year
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haters gonna hate ✨
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chainslobber · 5 months
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Little teaser for the Shinaibaku Bang picture I drew over on TWITTER with an accompanying FIC from @puppyguppy
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Ship: Bakugou x Aizawa
Setting: Student x Teacher relationship, can be platonic
When Aizawa is sleep deprived, he often subconsciously seeks out soft and fluffy things like kittens. His love for cats becomes overwhelming when he cannot willfully suppress it. One day however, his mind tricks him. He’s calling out students to pick up their tests and when he hands it over to Baku who got a perfect score, his hand automatically goes out to pat him on the head in congratulations. The entire class goes quiet and Aizawa doesn’t realize what he’s done until he looks down to see Baku looking up at him with wide eyes. He quickly snatches his hand back and calls out the next student. Because if he can ignore the situation hard enough it will go away. Later though, in the privacy of his sleeping bag, Aizawa can feel his hand burning. The feeling of hair as soft as a kitten has been seared into his skin. He does his best to ignore it. But everyone hears about it and Midnight and Mic are nudging him with their elbows until he runs away from them. Even Nedzu comes up to him and offers his own head for Aizawa to pat. This unfortunately isn’t a one off thing as Aizawa is constantly tired and his hand will act like it has a mind of its own and reach out to pat Baku on the head when he does something good. This actually has a positive effect on Baku’s behavior, so now the other teachers are trying to give him head pats too. Baku hates it. (he loves it)
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lulumooshroom · 2 years
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I can't believe im creating a series of aizawa getting dicked down by everyone other than hizashi
Also the ratio between fucked and competition 💀
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antonells12 · 2 years
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El secreto de Katsuki
Bakugo tiene un secreto y es que desde pequeño le ha encantado el patinaje sobre hielo, entrenó ganó y perdió algunas competencias con su segunda identidad conocida como Yuri Plisetsky, conoció a varias personas, pero después de un año dejó ese sueño atrás y se enfoco aún más en otro como el ser el heroe número #1. ¿Será que Bakugo volverá al patinaje o seguirá con querer convertirse en el héroe número #1?. Esta historia es un fanfiction, creado por mi.
https://www.wattpad.com/story/273734627-el-secreto-de-katsuki
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prettyflowerpetal · 7 days
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hihi!! im looking a rp partner!! specifically for aizawa and one of his students!!! i play aizawa !!!
i have many years of rp under my belt!! and i would like someone who rps in 3 person and replies in fairly descriptive responses!!!
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kiritouyadeku96 · 2 years
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name me one ship far worse than BakuDeku? like I'll wait patently!
This situation seems awfully familiar, swear I’ve been here before but anyways, I can name you a good chunk of ships far worse than BakuDeku!
EnjiSho
DabiSho
Todocest in general
DekuMight
ShinZawa
DekuNomu
EnjiBaku
AiBaku
EriHaul
And the list could literally go on, but I think you get the gist of it. There are more heinous and diabolical ships out there, and I’m sure I don’t need to explain why these ships are horrid but yeah you got the point….hopefully!
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puppyguppy · 6 months
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"Okay everyone, in your seats and settle down."
They weren't particularly rambunctious today. They, as in the class. It was the middle of the week, and thus far, nothing notably catastrophic or dramatic had happened. Not that Hitoshi often added to the noise in the classroom or anything; not outside of the occasional, quiet quip when a conversation was just too hard to resist. Today however, he sat silently in his seat, ready for whatever fresh sort of hell their sensei had planned for them. It was always something.
He considered this class his special class, therefore, treated them as such. Which...wasn't always a good thing.
"Shinsou."
Hitoshi blinked and lifted his gaze up from where it'd drifting, somewhere between his desk and the floor. Caught off guard from being called out, he subconsciously sat up a little straighter.
"Sir?"
"You know the rules," Aizawa sighed, with the weight of a thousand lives and previously uttered reprimands. "No support gear or costumes in the classroom."
Fuck.
Hitoshi glanced down at the capture weapon weaved snuggly around his neck. "But sir, isn't part of being a hero always being prepared?" He hoped he sounded innocent enough, and not too suspicious. Or catty. Or sarcastic, like was often his default.
At the front of the classroom, Aizawa shifted his weight in a way that somehow translated perfectly into 'unimpressed'.
"Though correct," He started, tone strained and clipped. "None of you are heroes yet. And there's no reason, nor enough space, for costumes and support gear in this room. Could you imagine if Bakugou had to take notes with his gauntlets on?" Some of his classmates laughed, and Hitoshi heard Bakugou click his tongue off to the side of him. "So, if you'd please, take it off."
Fuck, fuck.
"You're wearing yours, Sensei."
Oh, fuck.
The air between them snapped like a pencil.
"Yes. Because I am a hero. And it is my duty to protect all of you if something were to happen. And in no way is my own capture weapon impeding my ability to learn. I already know everything that I am teaching. So. I won't ask again."
Hitoshi was starting to sweat. And not because it was hot in the classroom, or because he was wearing layers or anything, but between the glare his teacher was giving him, and the eyes he could feel on him from all around the room, and the eyes he could feel on him from right beside him, challenging him --
"Mr. Aizawa, please. Don't you and I have training after class? Can't I just keep it on for -"
"Won't have to worry about training if I send you to the principal's office."
Hitoshi winced. Flinched.
Closed his eyes and sucked in a breath. Well...this sucked.
This was embarrassing.
But, it wasn't worth risking expulsion.
So, with his eyes still closed, he reached his hands up under his capture weapon and quickly shoved it over his head, only opening his eyes to make sure he didn't miss when shucking it down into his bag.
There was about two beats of silence before the classroom exploded.
There were hoots from one end of the room, and hollers from the other. A wolf whistle here and there, amidst various forms of laughter and raunchy comments, questions. Hitoshi wanted to brainwash the whole room. He wanted to run.
He wanted to turn around and flip off the smug bastard sitting beside him -- the smug bastard that'd caused this. The state of the classroom. The state of his neck.
Bakugou fucking Katsuki.
Sure, maybe things wouldn't be so bad if it was just a hickey. Or maybe even two. Hell, even a single handprint could be explained as a sparring session gone too far. But his neck looked like a fucking nebula. Bruised and burned and swollen all around, in a way that Hitoshi had maybe asked for, because he'd been dumb enough to think he at least had his capture weapon to hide it.
"Enough."
Aizawa had a hand on his face, fingers switching between rubbing his eyes and pinching his nose. Gods, he was screwed. At least everyone seemed to listen to him well....enough. As well as they could, considering the scene that'd just unfolded in front of them. Hell, Hitoshi couldn't blame any of them. It wasn't like he'd be able to keep his mouth shut over something like that.
He just hoped Aizawa wouldn't bring it back up again later during training. He could handle his classmates, just barely. But sensei?
--
"Shinsou, a moment, please."
For the second time during today's lesson, Hitoshi flinched.
No dice.
Everyone else had more or less left, just a couple of stragglers still stuffing their bags and waiting around for friends. Bakugou hadn't even bothered to wait for him, the bastard.
Aizawa didn't bother saying anything more until they were completely alone, and when he did, he leaned heavily back into his chair with a sigh.
"He's got a mouth on him, doesn't he?"
Hitoshi blinked.
There was no way he knew who -- they weren't even really a thing -- they couldn't be that obvious --
"Sir?"
Aizawa chuckled and then smirked; the expression tired and lopsided and full of things Hitoshi didn't yet know. It was the kind of expression he wished he could brainwash himself into forgetting every time.
Aizawa then reached up to his own capture weapon, where he weaved a few fingers between the lengths of the cloth, separated the folds, and then tugged down. The action exposed his neck, a few inches of what should have been fairly pale skin; but instead, the skin there pink. Pink, and purple, and a little yellow around the edges, and almost black in spots that looked like perfectly straight, perfectly placed teeth and -- oh fuck.
Oh fuck.
What the fuck.
A hundred questions flew though his mind. A hundred images, a hundred fantasies. But, he shook them from his head as best he could, and swallowed them down with saliva suddenly thick with want. He wanted to know. Wanted to see. Wanted to feel. Wanted to taste.
"You --" He started, swallowed again, then stopped. "He --" Again, he stopped, because he could no longer control whatever the fuck came out of his mouth. Jealousy was taking over his cognitive skills, while curiosity was taking over his motor controls.
"Mm," Aizawa hummed, as if he understood any of Hitoshi's aborted accusations. "Sometimes, when he earns it."
How do I earn it?
Aizawa then stood up and made to leave the classroom, but stopped to rest a hot, hot hand on Hitoshi's shoulder.
"I'll see you later for training, Shinsou."
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happyk44 · 8 months
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Aizawa waking up to a his cell phone screaming. There are a dozen different calls before that -- all from Bakugou. And when finally answers it's to a miserable whimper from his student that his dorm feels wrong.
Crawling out of bed takes him a while, he'd worked back to back, school and hero shit, the last few days. But he makes it to the student dorms where Bakugou is standing still, lips bitten vicious and bloody, outside his door.
There's an acrid stench rolling off the omega and for a moment Aizawa is mystified how no one else on the floor is awoken by it. He soothes with his own pheromones until Bakugou is calmed but not pliant, and opens the door.
Bakugou's nose isn't very sensitive. But Aizawa senses it right away. The invasion of privacy. Different alphas, a few betas, a couple omegas. They've got their things in the nesting pile in the far corner of Bakugou's room, guarded by pillows.
It doesn't even look touched, which was likely the cause of distress. Brand new nest and he hadn't even gotten a chance to use it before others were pushing their claim on his space.
It's tempting to rifle through and call out everyone that dumped their things off without permission. Make them pull themselves out of bed and listen to his bitten voice lecture.
Some of them aren't even from the class - which worries him. How did they even get in here?
But Bakugou is trembling, wide-eyed uncharacteristic panic that he'll hate himself for later. He hates being thought of as weak, Aizawa knows this so he won't call up the students. Not this time. But he'll send a thinly worded email to the whole school. Organize a school-wide lecture on proper courting techniques.
To a degree he understands why they've done it. Bakugou's nose can't pick up on interest and he's not emotionally viable to understand certain social cues. But even so this is ridiculous.
"Is anything salvageable," he asks after he explains the circumstances as carefully as he can.
Bakugou's nose wrinkles. There are sheets and blankets in the bottom layer of his pile that have remained more or less unscented, even by Bakugou. But given the purse of his lips, even those are not good enough anymore. Won't feel right.
The whole of his dorm crawls with unwanted presences now.
Bakugou doesn't fight it when Aizawa steers him away, and the Alpha in his head goes chuffed and happy before he slaps it down. Bakugou is a student and he is his teacher. All that warrants is a sense of safety.
Not a sense of courtship.
Besides, he's reasonably sure Bakugou has little interest in anyone - asexual or aromantic or perhaps just Bakugou. He would not go for his own classmates who he's fought on the line for.
He won't go for his much older teacher with all the exuberance of a wet goldfish cracker.
Once at the teacher's dorms, Bakugou ignores Aizawa setting up the couch. They can sanitize his dorm the next day. Aizawa will calm someone to do an emergency sweep, stand by so Bakugou doesn't have to.
Right now he needs to sleep and evidently the couch isn't good enough for him. Aizawa bites back a wanting rumble as he walks into his room to find Bakugou already settled in. He's tucked in and comfy.
"S'still warm," he mutters. Nuzzles deeper into soft blankets.
Aizawa's well aware he's a degenerate by now. Who wouldn't be? Bakugou is a strong powerful omega with about as much elegance as a rattlesnake. He's died and come back to life.
He bleeds explosions and manic laughter. Confidence oozes off him like a tidal wave.
But Aizawa is self-aware enough to know what he can and cannot do with his own emotions. He tucks his tongue under his teeth and sighs, feigning forlornment.
Bakugou's eyes watch him and he wonders if he's failed.
He's an observant kid. Nosy almost. Sees too deep for someone with no nose for scents. Aizawa wonders if that loss just traveled up to his eyes, his ears. Can see Aizawa's want written into the lines of his face. Hear his blood soar every time Bakugou so much as breathes.
"You getting in or just standing there?" Bakugou grumbles.
Aizawa doesn't know if he's been caught. Bakugou isn't the type to throw someone out of the bed he stole from them. Would rather suck it up and deal than push someone out of their own space. And Aizawa is self-aware, he's not weak, so he grumbled, "No", but drags the pillows off the couch and piles them up nearby instead.
It's not his bed, it's not Bakugou's softly scarred body tucked in next to him. But it's close enough to quell the itch in his gums.
Bakugou drifts quickly and Aizawa pulls at his own fingers until he breathes clear. He sleeps well, dreams of firecrackers and spicy food and a bitten off manic laughter in all the explosions.
He wakes to a tucked up nustled omega against his side. Wonders when Bakugou crawled in beside him. He grumbles sweetly when Aizawa detaches himself and almost sleepily reaches out for him when he comes back from the bathroom.
Aizawa's a degenerate and self-aware but even he can't stop himself from crawling in after the omega, tucking Bakugou in nice and deep. He inhales spice and thinks this might be as good as it gets.
Part of him gnaws to make it continue. Encourage the reckless behaviour of his class, drive Bakugou into his dorm and his bed and his arms again and again, but he's better than his baser instincts so he chides that thought away.
Besides. Bakugou seeks him out for comfort. That is clear. Maybe he'll never have a mark on his neck from Aizawa's venom-fanged teeth but the world isn't comfortable, isn't always safe. Aizawa can see years down the line, this happening again and again.
He's content with that.
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acanthus-literary · 3 months
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I'ma put some goddamn moves on you, babe, I know you need it.
- Suki Waterhouse, "Moves"
Source: @u_dooon05
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anti-katsuki-lounge · 2 years
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why do people ship bakugo with literally everyone? (aibaku,shigabaku,dabibaku,enjibaku?? etc)
Honestly this comes down to self fulfillment. It’s the same reason people ship Izuku with everyone.
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sero-pairo · 1 year
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My sweet life with him
by Hatelifebutliving
Multiple mlm mha ship in oneshots, I take request also the one tags are only the main one I will write about the ones that aren't tagged also
: ̗̀➛Chocolate (Student Bakugou x Teacher Aizawa)
Words: 975, Chapters: 1/20, Language: English
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: M/M
Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Sero Hanta, Ashido Mina, Kaminari Denki, Shinsou Hitoshi, Iida Tenya, Midoriya Izuku, Class 1-A (My Hero Academia)
Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Bakugou Katsuki, Sero Hanta/Todoroki Shouto, Kaminari Denki/Shinsou Hitoshi, Iida Tenya & Midoriya Izuku
Additional Tags: Slice of Life, Fluff, Angst, Smut, Love, One of My Favorites, AiBaku, Secret Relationship
from AO3 works tagged 'Sero Hanta/Todoroki Shouto', https://ift.tt/y7FVYm1
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Ship: Bakugou x Aizawa, although can be more platonic
Setting: During school, after getting back from being kidnapped
After the sludge incident and getting kidnapped, Baku occasionally has nightmares. He does all that he can to go to sleep naturally from exercising his mind and body during the day and meditating before bed so that his mind is calm. He can go to bed easily enough, but oftentimes he will wake up from vivid nightmares and become unable to fall back asleep again. Because the dreams are still vivid in his mind, Baku needs to get up and do something to distract him from them. He ends up being very ahead in all his classwork and studies. The downside is that he is extremely tired during classes. When Aizawa takes up the lectern in the mornings and starts going on about the lesson, try as he might, Baku feels his eyelids getting heavier and heavier. And he feels so much more relaxed in the class than in his room with the presence of Aizawa. And his soothing voice makes him feel calm and safe, and with the sun warming him from the window, Bakugou will fall asleep with his cheek propped up on his hand and his pencil frozen on his paper. When this first happened, everyone was extremely surprised. But they all let Baku rest and go on about the class like it never happened. 
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