#✿ theme: domestic bakugou

[willowser]

katsuki is sitting on the couch in the living room, holding his new little baby in his arms, and you notice that he's just been staring at him for the longest time. adjusts his little hat so his head doesn't get cold, pulls his small hands away from his face so he doesn't scratch himself.

and they're both quiet for a while, aside from the occasional squirmy baby noise, but katsuki eventually speaks up to ask—

"why's he lookin' at me like that?"

not only is the question itself funny, but the way it's voiced — tone deep and gruff, almost affronted — pulls a true laugh from you, has you shaking your head as you come around the couch to stand beside him.

and sure enough — your new little bean is frowning. even his little hairless browline is furrowed, hard.

you laugh again, sharp enough that your son wiggles in katsuki's arms. "because you're looking at him like that."

katsuki tch's, before turning to give you his son's exact same expression. "no 'm not. this is just my face."

"well, maybe that's just his face."

his frown deepens, hilariously enough. "ain't his face with you." and then he looks back down at him, like he's checking to see if he's still being glared at. he is. "looks like he's pissed."

"maybe he is."

you don't bother to correct him, to inform that your son does, in fact, give you a stink face every now and again — just like his father — and instead you watch katsuki lean down close to him, until their noses are nearly touching. watch the way little fingers squeeze around katsuki's thumb.

"the hell do you have to be pissed about, huh?" katsuki asks, voice quiet and low and small, enough for the boy in his arms. "far as i'm concerned, you're livin' the life."

you only laugh, smile while running a hand through katsuki's hair.

you'd say you are, too.

#i had this image of bakugou frowning down at his son who is frowning up at him LMAOOOO #it's so funny when babies look like that akfbdjaka like they're mad as hell #okie byeeeee back to my vacation hehe #cw children #✿ willow writes #✿ thoughts: bakugou #✿ theme: dad bakugou #✿ theme: domestic bakugou

[thecuriousquest]

The Barbarian King and His Queen

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Warnings: Yandere themes, NSFW, mind break, nudity, non con, domestic violence, domestic abuse, brutal whipping, death of army mentioned

Summary: You are the leader of the side fighting against Bakugou’s invasion. The battle was long and hard. In the end, you are defeated.

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You watch the smoke clear across from the land from the high point of your horse.

No, this can’t be. Every one. Every single one of your men have died. You sit there at a loss of what to do until you’re pulled from your horse by strong hands.

The Barbarian King, this Tormentor of Nations as they call him…you now understand why they call him this.

He has you face down on the bloodstained grass, holding your struggling body by the pelts on your waist and the back of your neck.

“What are you going to do with the Queen now that you’ve captured her, Your Grace?”

“I’m taking her to the dungeons for a little talk.”

———

You are roughly shoved inside by the large hand of the Barbarian King, Tormentor of Nations. You turn around to look at him with sharp eyes.

“You bastard! How dare you put your hands on me as you have?!”

Bakugou licks his lips at you, sharp teeth showing. “How dare a lady speak to a king in such a way?”

You cross your arms and step back even though bars are separating you from him.

He tilts his head at you. “They called you ‘Queen Y/N, the Bold’. From what I’ve seen, I think the Stupid works better. You led all those men to their deaths all because you were feeling rebellious.”

“You invaded us!” You cry out.

“You had the choice to submit.”

“I would never submit to the likes of you. My men died bravely.”

“I can’t say the same for you.”

“So, you plan to kill me?”

“Oh, no, I have something even better in mind. You’re going to be my new pet. Your training starts tomorrow.”

“I won’t obey you, and I won’t listen to another word.” You turn away from the heated king.

“Mage!”

Through magic, your body turns against its own will, and your chest slams into the bars of the cell.

You stifle a groan upon impact, but Katsuki doesn’t miss the pained expression on your face as you squeeze your eyes shut and clench your teeth.

Through the bars, he grabs your face. “You’ll listen to every word I have to say. You’ll hear every syllable down to the last sentence.”

Defiant as always, you bite his hand, earning you a clenched hand around your throat.

“Maybe training should start right now.”

You shake your head, trying to rid yourself of his grasp.

“Then stop being so difficult. Accept your new place. The sooner you do that, the better.”

He releases you, leaving you a sputtering mess. You rub your sore throat, hunched over, gasping for oxygen. You glare at that bastard as he walks away with his mage.

———

You’re stripped naked and doused by four buckets of ice cold water. The winter air and the dampness of the dungeon does nothing to help your prickling flesh.

Dragged out of your cell naked, you cover as much of your exposed parts as you can. You’re accompanied to a great room, if you’re not mistaken, an empty ball room. The two soldiers flanking you, gripping your arms to secure you, see you over to the Barbarian King. It’s quite horrible, standing here in front of your captor, nude in all of your glory. However, you don’t give him the satisfaction of seeing you quiver like a scared pup. You hold your head high, just as your mother taught you when faced with fear.

He doesn’t like how cocky you look. He plans to do away with that as quickly as possible.

“Leave us, and close the doors,” Katsuki orders.

Footsteps fade away behind you, and you hear the doors shut with a hard clang. You’re left all alone with the Tormentor of Nations.

“What to do with you first?” He questions without expecting an answer. You can tell he’s talking to himself. “Ah, I know just what to do with you, bitch.” He walks past you, towards a trunk by the door.

You missed it earlier due to the doors blocking it from your view when you entered. You didn’t look around to take in the room. You needed to keep your eyes on the king, challengingly.

“There’s nothing you could do to break me.”

He’s hunched over the chest as he raises his eyebrow at you. “We’ll see about that.” Katsuki opens the trunk, revealing torturous items. Chains, whips, paddles, knives, and many others to accompany them. He takes something with an odd shape to it. It reminds you of a cucumber but with more width.

He takes intimidatingly loud steps towards you, but you stand your ground. Arriving right in front of you, the king knocks your legs out from under you, allowing you to hit the hard wooden floor.

Your hands steady you before you can hit your head. Slightly shaken, you need a moment before you can collect yourself; a moment he doesn’t allow.

You’re on your back, spine uncomfortably digging into the floor. He’s crouching over you with a knee on your chest, his hand fisting your hair.

Fingers slip in between your thighs, and you cry out for him to stop. The Tormentor of Nations, this invader, that’s exactly what he is because that’s exactly what he’s doing.

You glare at him, clenching your fists. “Bastard! Graceless bastard!” You spit in his eyes. You try to push at his knee to get him off of you. He towers over you with a bulk of muscle flourishing his handsome body. You come to the realization that you stand no chance against him, but you still refuse to give up.

He strikes you across the face, splitting your lip with one of his sterling rings. He likes the sound the slap makes, and he marks you with his palm a second time.

Dizziness overcomes you more than pain. You feel like your head is spinning. At the third hit, you groan.

Your response to his punishment is all he needs to know that your walls are breaking. That one tiny groan you let loose will be your downfall.

So stoic, so bold, you will be so broken, and he will piece you back together into the perfect lover.

Once you’ve given up struggling beneath him, he sticks two fingers into your cunt. You’re dry, and he huffs and mutters a curse.

“This is going to hurt you more because you’re not wet,” he informs you with a husky growl.

He shoves the oblong shaped object up your pussy with no warning. Instead of screaming, you suck in a long breath. The roughness of the shove brings you out of your daze, and you push back the tears that spring to your eyes.

Katsuki secures the object inside of you before going to fetch something else from the trunk.

You try to push yourself up to see what he’s doing, but the smallest curl of your lower belly has you wincing, almost whimpering, in pain. You won’t whimper in front of the Barbarian King.

Glancing up at him with a rebellious glare, you sneer at the sight of the whip in his hand.

“This was specially made for me, enchanted by a mage. When I wield it, I have the power to amplify your pain. I will make you cry. I won’t stop until I see tears, pet.”

Your vulnerable thighs are the first of his many targets. You’ve never been whipped before, so you have nothing to compare it to. It gets harder to stifle your whimpers with every rise of his arm.

He drags the whip over the soft curves of your belly before leaving your breast with a heavy lash. Your sensitive nipple swells with a welt, and a noise catches in your throat. He can hear it, but you won’t open your mouth to release it.

Tilting his head at you, he caresses your cheek with the toe of his boot, nudging it to look directly at him.

He spits upon your body, warm saliva hitting your face. You flinch at the unexpected contact.

All too soon, you find him turning you onto your stomach. You groan as your lash marks and cuts rub against the floor.

His whip abuses your poor bottom. It’s as if his goal is to cause tearing in your flesh, and suddenly, you can take no more. A tormented wail falls from your lips as you openly shudder. Your legs kick, and tears come forth to your eyes.

The whip ceases to add anymore burning lacerations and welts to your body. It takes you some time to realize this. You look up at the broad man towering over you, and you can tell his cock is hard just from the salacious gleam in his vermillion orbs.

“I have to give you some credit, you really held out for a long time. However, you didn’t hold out long enough. Those tears…”

He squats next to you again and takes the object from your cunt. He pokes around down there, checking to see if you’re still dry. Again, he huffs and mumbles under his breath when he is unable to find one drop of your delicious juice. He uses your tears as a lubricant instead, and he takes you right there on the ballroom’s floor.

——

A year later.

“Do you remember this dress? These pelts? You wore them the day I defeated you. Take a look at yourself in the mirror.”

You take in all of your scars and bruises, your miserable expression.

“Do you see what has become of you since that day, since you led your army to slaughter because you were a little rebel. Not so bold now, are you?”

“No, King Katsuki.”

“Would you like to wear it? Would you like to cover your naked body? It’s pretty cold out.”

“I…I wish to wear something different if you would allow it, my king.”

“It’s either this or nothing.”

Wrapping yourself in your arms, you nod. “I’ll wear nothing, your Grace. My body is yours, which should not be covered.”

He really wanted to see you willingly put on your defeated garb.

“It would make me happy if you did. You don’t want me to be sad, right?”

You wince as he caresses the lash mark on your breast. “No, I only want you to be happy, Your Grace.”

You take the clothes and dress yourself in front of him. You want nothing more than to break down at the memories of you in this dress. Is it true that you failed your army? Is it true that you led the men of your kingdom to their deaths by not submitting to the Barbarian King? You’ve asked yourself these questions many a moon, but you never arrive at the right answer.

The dark blue dress swishes against your ankles as you wrap your golden belt around you. Pelts of fur hang off of it for warmth. The last thing to dawn your outfit is a golden necklace. Katsuki secures it around your neck, brushing your sensitive skin with his lips as he locks the chain.

He allows you to look at yourself in the mirror. Your eyes are hallow, like a barren forest with no life.

He turns you to look at him, smirking at you. “Now this brings back memories.” He rubs the sleeves of your arms. “You look beautiful.”

Your eyes suddenly grow wide with confusion. He has never before complimented you in all the time you’ve been here.

“Why are you saying such things?”

It’s his turn to look at you with curiosity now. “What do you mean? Do you not believe me?”

Not knowing how to respond without angering him, you take a moment to phrase your next sentence very carefully.

“I’m scarred and bruised. What about that is beautiful?”

Understanding washes over him. “You should be proud to wear the scars that I gave you.”

A tear drips from your eye, and you look down. “Yes, King Katsuki. I am proud to wear the scars that you have given me.” You hope this is the right thing to say.

“Don’t lie to me. You just stood here and told me that you think the scars make you ugly.”

“I don’t know what to say!”

“Then speak the truth!”

“I can’t!” You lean your back against the wall. “I fear your hand if I speak honestly. I can never tell you my thoughts without angering you.”

Katsuki walks towards you and holds your face in both hands. “You are finally understanding your place, and I am so proud of you, but now that you have learned, I want you to speak to me with candor.”

He wipes away the tears from your cheeks with padded thumbs. “Tell me the truth.”

“I…I’m ashamed of myself. I could have avoided the deaths of my men if I had simply gone with you in the first place. It is my fault. I am responsible for their deaths.”

“With me, you can repent for your crimes. I will help you wash away the guilt, my love.” His lips crash against yours, and you can feel his hard bulge against your thigh.

Guilt and shame. Being cleansed of them sounds nice. You allow Katsuki to ravage you on the bed. He doesn’t take your dress off, and he doesn’t disrobe either.

You have tried to escape before, you have waited for someone to come rescue you. Neither have worked in your favor. Maybe, if this is how the Barbarian King is going to treat you from now on, then you can learn to live with him.

#yandere #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere x darling #yandere themes #triggering content #triggering themes #my hero acedamia #my hero academia #yandere my hero academia #boku no hero academia #yandere boku no hero academia #yandere katsuki x reader #yandere katsuki bakugou #katsuki bakugou smut #yandere katsuki #barbarian king bakugou

[little-fairy-forest]

Hand made love

Domestic Bakugou, kids, sad-ish themes, father's day drabble

Each year your kids have gotten Katsuki a fathers day card, may it be hand made or store bought, there was always love and thought put into the card.

The first fathers day card Katsuki received from your oldest, it was a simple hand made paper card with some scribbes on the inside. You made sure to "translate" what your son was saying for Katsuki...even though they were just some scribbles, they were scribbles for him

Fast forward a few fathers days and a few more kids, the cards got more creative. This time the card was made in school by your oldest, with the best handwriting a nine year old could do, mixed with his six year old sisters artwork on the front of the card. Your daughter drew a family picture of the five of you, Katsuki, you, your eldest son, your middle daughter and your baby son in your arms. Over the top of you all it reads "happy fathers day!" Written in Katsuki's signature black and orange colours.

As the years go by, less and less hand made cards were given to Katsuki, instead his kids opt for a quick store bought card with a pre-made message on the inside. Katsuki misses the days where his brats kids were young enough to sit in his lap and talk him through each detail of the card, now all he gets is a quick phone call in the evening,

Katsuki looks through the box full of old memories, he flicks through the fathers day cards he's kept over the years, even though the amount has decreased over the years, the love for his children hasn't

Just a mini drabble for father's day :)

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#domestic bakugou #dad bakugou #bnha #bnha imagines #little fairy forest #mha headcanons #mha fluff #mha x y/n #bnha headcanons #bakugou katuski x reader #bakugou fluff #bakugou katsuki #bakugou imagine #bakugo katsuki #bakugou #katsuki bakugou #katsuki bakugo imagine

[andypantsx3]

incendiary | 3 | bakugou x reader

pairing: Bakugou Katsuki / Reader

length: 4.9k of ~23k / 3rd of 8 chapters

summary: When you accidentally go viral in defense of quirkless people, an extremist group puts a target on your back. Pro hero Dynamight is the last person you want watching it.

tags: romance, enemies to lovers, sexual tension, light hurt/comfort

warnings: themes of discrimination (please see note in fic masterpost), canon typical violence, eventual smut, aged up characters

notes: A HUGE thank you to my sensitivity readers @cat-slippered​ and @darkenedniqhts​. They’re both incredible writers and lovely human beings, please check their fics out!! Please see my notes in the fic masterpost for more!

In the morning, you woke to the slam of pots in the kitchen.

You shot up, instantly getting tangled up in your covers. You struggled against their tight coiling, letting out a strangled hrgh noise before overbalancing and slipping over the side of the couch, landing hard on your shoulder.

An ugly chuckle issued from the kitchen. You poked your head up to catch a scarlet eye turned in your direction, the maliciously pleased curl of a full mouth. You stared for a moment, disoriented, wondering who the hot blonde was, why he was so familiar, and what he was doing in your house.

Then he turned towards you more fully, his eyes flickering judgmentally over you, and it all caught back up with you.

Ugh. Fucking Bakugou.

Part of you had hoped when you woke, this all would have proved a very detailed and specific nightmare. But the nightmare was still there, glaring at you while he neatly chopped vegetables and set a pot to boiling on the stove, still wearing that stupid black tank that showed off the meticulously honed, deadly perfection of his biceps.

Double ugh.

You groaned and sank back to the ground, biting down some choice swear words. Bakugou ignored you, the only sounds from the kitchen the quick thump of his knife against a cutting board, the snap and hiss of the grill drawer being turned on.

You slowly extricated yourself from your tangled heap of blankets, beating a bleary but hasty retreat to the bathroom to escape his presence, grabbing a change of clothes and your toiletries on the way.

In the bathroom, Bakgou had apparently already set out his own—a toothbrush, toothpaste, floss, a razor, and a small travel size container of shaving cream were laid away behind the mirror. On the shelves, a small zippered pouch in a deep gray lay next to a stack of fluffy towels.

You couldn’t help but peek inside, intrigued by the idea of Bakugou Katsuki having personal effects like an actual human being. Inside, a comb, some kind of expensive smelling hair gel, and spares of the items behind the mirror peered back at you. It all seemed weirdly domestic, weirdly intimate, and you quickly backed away, turning on the shower instead. You flung off your clothes, scattering them all over the bathroom in your haste to get into the shower and away from Bakugou’s things.

Of course Bakugou was a living, breathing human (demon), which you had quickly realized yesterday. But it still threw you for a loop to realize he was more than the person you saw on TV, or even the spitting, snarling gremlin who’d stood in the detective’s office and vehemently refused to protect you. He existed outside those spaces—he brushed his teeth and shaved his face and did his hair like every other human man on earth. He apparently also chopped vegetables very expertly and had enough presence of mind to start grilling things early in the morning. There were moments, domestic and intimate, that he had, just like everyone else.

You jumped into the shower, disliking the thought of him as anything other than a feral garbage rat. A quirkist, feral garbage rat, at that.

When you emerged, Bakugou had laid out his breakfast at the coffee table, sitting cross legged on the floor. It looked like a full, traditional spread—with grilled fish, miso, rice, marinated vegetables, and neatly sliced tamago—and it smelled divine. Your stomach rumbled. Bakugou’s lips turned up in a smirk but he didn’t say anything as you passed.

You poked into the kitchen hopefully, only to find all the dishes scrubbed and drying in the dish rack. It had been too much to hope you could have snuck leftovers out of the pan while he wasn’t looking. He had probably planned for this, the bastard.

You dug around in the fridge and the cabinet instead, taking quick stock of things. There were a lot of fresh vegetables in the crisper drawer, a bowl of assorted fruit on the counter, and a large variety of spices lurking in the cabinets. In the back of a cabinet, you unearthed a box of nearly-expired granola bars. You ferreted a canned coffee from the door of the fridge and an apple from the fruit bowl, and disappeared back into your room, unwilling to lay out your inferior spread in front of Bakugou.

Back on your bed, you arranged your spoils on top of the covers and dug around in your backpack for your phone. It was near-dead, choked with thousands of texts, and the notification badges were piling up on all your social media apps. You spent a couple minutes mindlessly scrolling through everything, deleting whatever wasn’t from a contact you already knew.

The majority of your real texts were from Megumi—some from yesterday when you had been at the police station, but several more had piled up overnight.

MEGUMI ✨🍹🌴💕 is bakugou there with u still 11:58 PM what does he sleep in 11:58 PM have u seen him in his underwear yet 12:07 AM if u send me pics i will sell them to the girls on our floor 12:09 AM i’ll only charge u a 20% cut 12:18 AM

You laughed, cracking open your coffee. At least one thing was still normal.

I’m in, you texted back, smiling. I’ll let you know as soon as I’ve got the goods.

You also had a smattering of emails from your professors with links to where your lectures would stream in the upcoming week, and a reminder from your least favorite of the bunch that your Ethics paper would still be due on Tuesday regardless of your circumstances. He seemed to imply in not so many words that if you had enough time to get messy and go viral on YouTube, you also had ample time to get your paper written.

His message startled you into a stream of swears, and you finished your breakfast quickly. You dug out your textbook and laptop, clicking into the half-finished document.

The morning passed in a blur of frantic typing, hasty annotations, and some lurking about on Wikipedia articles that explained the concepts much more clearly than either your textbook or your professor had. It was well past lunch by the time you finished up, proofing it one final time and sending it off to your professor one whole day early, thank you very much.

The shower was running when you emerged from your room, and a small mountain of exercise equipment had been unearthed from somewhere, now laying stacked up against the far wall of the living room. A set of bright orange resistance bands were draped over two disturbingly large weights, and a yoga mat was neatly rolled up behind them. A sweet, tangy scent like burnt caramel hung vaguely in the air.

You wondered at the thought of someone like Bakugou doing something that was supposed to be as chill as yoga. Although, you supposed he needed to maintain some degree of flexibility if he ever hoped to reach back and remove the enormous fucking stick from his ass.

You went into the kitchen, digging around in the cabinets for the jar of peanut butter you’d seen earlier, slathering it onto two slices of bread in a hastily prepared meal. You pulled a banana out of the fruit bowl, and retrieved the entire box of granola bars for good measure, then beat a hasty retreat to your room lest you run into Bakugou coming out of the shower.

You might not have concerned yourself, however, because no sooner had you started in on your meal than the door to your room banged open, rebounding off the wall with a violent slam. You jerked, startling, accidentally flinging a piece of bread onto your covers.

“You missing something, princess?” A familiar voice growled.

Bakugou stood in your doorway, slightly pink and flushed from the heat of the shower. The ends of those blonde spikes drooped with moisture, dark at the roots, and a few very distracting, very horrible beads of moisture glinted wetly at his collarbones and in the hollow divots of his muscles, darkening the fabric of his shirt at the collar.

Your mouth went kind of dry and your skin prickled with something. Irritation, probably.

“Well?” he demanded.

It took you a moment to realize he wasn’t just standing in your doorway for nothing. Your eyes trailed over his shoulder, down the length of a faintly glistening arm to where he held something clutched in his fist. In his hand, a horrifyingly familiar gray fabric stared back at you—your bra that you’d flung off in your haste to get into the shower, and then promptly forgot about. You shot out of your bed in a blind panic, grabbing frantically for it.

Bakugou’s mouth pulled up into a wicked smirk, and he lifted your bra just out of reach as you approached, watching you grab for it with no small amount of relish.

“Mother fuck—just—give me that—!” you demanded, swiping for it again.

“Not gonna say thank you, brat?” he asked. Red eyes fixed pointedly to your face. “First I’m a babysitter and now you think I’m your damn maid too?”

You could have exploded. Dynamight, actual pro hero Dynamight—human, demon, garbage rat, quirk supremacist Dynamight, was holding your bra—and holding it hostage. And clearly enjoying himself for the first time since he’d gotten here, too.

You grabbed his arm with both hands, yanking it down with an embarrassingly extreme amount of effort on your part. You quickly plucked your bra from his fingers, whipping it behind your back.

“What are you, in first grade?” You demanded, rounding on him.

Bakugou didn’t appear at all chastened. “Think I liked the pink one better, princess,” he said.

A wild noise somewhere between a horrified gasp and an incredulous laugh erupted from you. You quickly flung your bra behind the bed, then pressed your hands to his chest, shoving him out the door and slamming it closed after him. An ugly snort issued from behind the wood grain, dissolving into a bright peal of genuine laughter. Bakugou’s steps sounded incredibly smug as he padded back towards his own room, his mission of humiliating you clearly accomplished.

The fucking asshole.

Of course he’d find something like this funny. It was probably completely fucking farcical from his perspective that quirkless girls had all the same body parts attached as quirked ones—minus the quirk-specific ones, like wings or horns or whatever the hell. If he could just do you a favor, crawl into a hole and die.

You avoided him for the rest of the evening, hiding away in your room and powering through assignments to keep your mind off of things, answering the occasional text from Megumi and your other friends, and working your way through a few more granola bars. Bakugou, mercifully, didn’t make a reappearance until dinnertime, and you were able to avoid him by keeping to your room, a stack of textbooks wedged up against your door lest he try to barge in again.

You barely saw him over the next few days, either, the two of you falling into some kind of avoidance-based routine.

Every morning, Bakugou would get up obscenely early and make himself a variety of breakfasts that smelled so good they always roused you from your own sleep. You’d hurriedly dart into the kitchen once you heard him leave, grab whatever non-perishable was tucked away in the cabinets—be it granola bars, cereal, or more peanut butter–a random fruit from the fruit bowl, and disappear back into your room.

While you dialed into your morning lectures, Bakugou would do what sounded like several hours of workouts in the living room. You didn’t dare peek for fear of seeing all that straining muscle on display—your circumstances were already dire enough. Then he’d make himself lunch, which always smelled just as irresistible as breakfast, and then he’d shower. You’d again dart out to the kitchen to scavenge, sometimes managing to boil a ramen packet, sometimes finding conbini lunches packed away in the fridge.

The only variety was when, once a week, a plainclothes hero from Genius Office would show up with a haul of groceries. Bakugou and the hero would make conversation in low tones–although sometimes it was high tones with a lot of insult flinging, particularly when a haughty-looking blonde with pointed features and judgmental gray eyes showed up–he seemed to know exactly which buttons to press to get Bakugou to almost blow your cover, and seemed to very much enjoy pressing them. You gathered just enough to learn that this was the infamous Monoma, who Bakugou had wanted to fob you off on.

He seemed almost just as annoying as Bakugou, but at this point you’d have taken anyone instead.

In the afternoon, you’d do your homework, or attend afternoon lectures. Sometimes you’d chat with friends, sometimes you’d call into your TA’s office hours just to speak to someone, but it all paled in comparison to going outside, having fresh air, and actually speaking to real people.

Over the course of a few weeks, a feeling began to mount in your gut, creeping into your shoulders, a slow, insidious kind of tension. As the days went on you felt more brittle—like a dried out twig pressed under a boot, straining, almost ready to snap.

It didn’t help that you hadn’t heard much on when you could return home. As far as you could tell, the churn around your video was already starting to die down, and Megumi had told you people had stopped turning up to the dorm looking for you. But there was no word from either the police or any hint of a change from the heroes at Genius Office.

It was just you, still trapped alone with Bakugou, who was beginning to irk you more and more each day.

Bakugou mostly ignored you, which you had wanted at first, given the pains you were taking to avoid him too, but even that started to annoy you. But you were so starved for human company, real human company, at this point that even he would do. Eventually, you abandoned your project of avoiding him, going out of your way to cross his path.

Pretty quickly, you found the one thing guaranteed to nettle him enough that he spoke to you.

“What the fuck are you doing?” He demanded one afternoon, watching you incredulously over one powerful shoulder. He’d been hovering over the stove, pan-frying beef and veggies for gyudon when you’d joined him. You’d dug out a potato from the pantry, scrubbed it down, and then poked it over with a fork and stuck it in the microwave.

Bakugou watched you intently, wearing an expression like you were committing a war crime right in front of him.

“I’m making lunch,” you replied, nosing around in the fridge for butter and some melty cheese.

“A microwaved potato?” He demanded, in the tones of an interrogating officer.

“I used my brain too much,” you said, thinking back to your morning lecture. “I’m starving. Granola is not gonna cut it.”

He continued staring, his mouth a grim line. Like you had literally murdered someone and he’d caught you standing over the body. The microwave beeped and you went to it and turned the potato over.

Bakugou was still staring when you turned back around.

“Your beef is gonna burn,” you told him.

“You’re gonna get fucking scurvy,” he informed you imperiously. “What the fuck are you doing.”

The last part was not phrased like a question, more like an accusation.

“It’s called college cooking,” you told him, your hackles raising defensively. So what if it wasn’t a full, traditional spread? Some people had lectures to attend and homework to do and a death threat to contend with! And also some people had never actually had the time or resources to learn to make a full, traditional spread! Some people were just hungry and needed some carbs in their fucking stomach!

Classist asshole.

Actually, make that classist, quirkist asshole. Knowing him, he probably thought this yet another symptom of your quirklessness, another deficiency borne of your genetic inferiority. The disdain on his handsome face spoke volumes here. It was just a motherfucking potato. People made potatoes all the time.

As soon as the microwave dinged again, you decorated your meal with a pat of butter and some cheese, and scurried over to take Bakugou’s usual spot at the coffee table, seating yourself there defiantly.

Bakugou looked up from where he was scraping his meal out of the pan, scarlet eyes narrowing. “Get out of my spot, brat.”

“You don’t own it,” you informed him haughtily, digging into your potato.

“And you think you do, princess?” He asked.

His tone grated on you, like sandpaper on skin. You looked up at him, glaring. All of a sudden it felt like the tension of the last few weeks was rising to a head, Bakugou the only human outlet you had for your emotions. Your hands curled into fists beneath the table, digging little half-moon indents into your palms.

“You know what,” you said flatly. “I’m a princess? Fine, then I command you to shut the fuck up.”

The pan clattered into the sink, and suddenly Bakugou was rounding the counter, mouth pulled up in a snarl.

“You want to play it like that, princess?” He demanded as he prowled closer.

For a wild moment you had the thought that he really meant business. You considered grabbing your potato and lobbing it at him like some kind of butter-soaked hand grenade. But then he stopped before you, his socked feet stamping angrily on the yellow wooden floor. You stared, momentarily fascinated by the incongruity of a bloodthirsty pro hero in something so pedestrian as ankle socks.

“You talk a lot of shit for someone who can’t back themselves up, brat,” he pointed out, leaning down to catch your eye. His irises were blood red, fixed unwaveringly on your face. “You’re lucky I’m paid to protect your mouthy little ass.”

You scowled up at him. “Or what, you’d fucking join forces with Matsui? God, I’m so tired of your fucking indignation over having to protect someone you think is lower than dirt.”

Bakugou’s blonde brows knit together. “So you don’t get your fucking ass incinerated when you say stupid shit like this, shitstick. Like you fucking understand anything about anything.”

“I understand plenty,” you informed him tartly.

He growled. “You understand less than nothing, you fucking idiot. Shit like this is how you got yourself targeted in the first place. Now shut the hell up, and get the fuck out of my seat.”

You did get out of his seat, but only so you could shoot to your feet, stretching to your full height and pointing a finger in his stupid face.

“Let’s get one thing clear, asshole,” you pronounced tightly. “I am not going to shut the fuck up. I’m not going to keep my mouth shut and eyes down, scurrying around like some meek little mouse who’s just lucky to fucking be here. I might be quirkless, but I am a human fucking person, who deserves all of the same respect as everyone else. And no one—not you, not Matsui, and not those quirkist assholes from campus—get to make me feel otherwise!”

In the corner of your vision, you saw his hands flex, clenching and unclenching reflexively like he was barely stopping himself from putting them around your neck.

God, and wasn’t that just so typical? Your school years had been filled with this same type of little asshole too, who just itched to get their hands on you, to make themselves feel superior by bringing you down.

All of them were exactly the fucking same.

“You know what,” you said, suddenly exhausted and exasperated. “You can have your seat. You can have the whole fucking apartment. I’m fucking over this.”

You whirled around, stomping over to the door. You stamped on your shoes angrily, flinging open the door, and stormed out into the fluorescence of the hallway.

“Oi—” Bakugou’s voice chased after you, but you slammed the door before he could say more, stomping over to the stairwell. You fumed as you made your way down and back onto the street, almost blind with rage, uncaring of where you were going.

The afternoon air was cool as it washed over you, chilling some of your anger instantly. You let out a heavy huff, taking in the street as you stepped out onto the pavement. A few people trudged slowly down either side, and the scraggly trees waved wearily in an afternoon breeze. At the end of the street, a group of students were ducking into the convenience store you’d seen when you first arrived.

You set out in their direction, following the sidewalk until it spat you out in front of the store. You made your way inside, beelining for the refrigerators. A cool drink would help, and maybe some kind of snack. You hadn’t finished your potato before Bakugou started acting like a fucking asshat, and your stomach grumbled at you discontentedly.

You took your time browsing the shelves, selecting a bottled water and a pre-wrapped sandwich, toying with the idea of also getting yourself dessert for your troubles.

It was only as you deposited your items on the counter that you realized you’d stormed out without any of your personal effects—including your wallet and phone. You almost groaned out loud. You did not want to have to walk back in there just yet, didn’t want to face another round of Bakugou’s incredulous ire, his sanctimonious judgment.

“Sorry, I’ll be right back,” you muttered to the cashier, moving to exit the store, just as two men turned the corner of a shelf. One man was tall and lithe, sporting jeans and a dark blazer that washed him out in the fluorescence of the convenience store. The other was smaller and darker, with lilac irises, dressed in a gray coat.

You might have ignored them completely had they not both froze when they saw you. There was a beat of stunned silence, and then a snarl overtook the smaller man’s face.

“You’re that drunk bitch from the video,” he spat, with such force that it made you jump.

You stepped back, alarmed. You couldn’t tell what had surprised you more, his recognition or his tone. The taller man’s face pinched, as if he too had finally realized who you were, and wasn't pleased.

“What do you think you’re doing here?” The smaller man demanded, stepping forward into the space you had just yielded.

You bristled, put off by his aggressive manner. “Getting a drink, though I don’t see how that’s any of your business,” you said tightly.

“You wouldn’t know a thing about minding your own business, you fucking freak,” the man said, advancing further. You turned to look at the cashier, disturbed by this man’s agitation, but the cashier looked similarly unnerved. He’d scooted back from the counter, pressed up against the rows of medicine behind him.

He’d be no help to you, it seemed.

You chewed your lip, resigned. Fine then, you could handle this on your own. You were used to this.

You turned back to the pair of men, your shoulders squaring. “Pretty sure my right to exist is absolutely my business,” you said acidly. Your hands balled into fists at your sides, fingernails digging tightly into the skin of your palms. “Now why don’t you mind yours?”

The shorter man seemed to hesitate for a moment, eyes tracking across your face as if in some confusion. But then the moment was gone, and his expression went murderous. His lilac irises flashed with some unnatural light, and then skin on the back of your neck prickled with foreboding. Your skin shivered into little goosebumps as the air around you changed, suddenly becoming thinner, sharper, stranger…

The feeling was unnatural, the texture of the air beyond anything you’d felt before. You knew what was happening instantly.

A quirk.

He was about to use a quirk on you.

Blind panic settled over you. You hesitated, unsure whether you should duck, hide, or rush him—when the door banged open, slamming into the glass store front with a crack that shattered a ragged line right up the window. There was a whirlwind of black and blonde, and before your eyes could properly register what you were seeing, Bakugou was there, gripping the shorter man’s wrist so hard you could hear the bones in it creak.

“Drop the fucking quirk now and I won’t blow your hand straight off,” Bakugou demanded, even as you realized you were having trouble drawing in a breath, the air around you almost resisting you. Your eyes went wide, and you stepped back, taking another frantic breath, only to be met with the same resistance.

Your fingers fluttered in panic, and you stumbled.

“NOW,” Bakugou snarled, the man’s jacket starting to hiss and smoke, a white light flickering under Bakugou’s palm.

Almost immediately, the air flooded back into your lungs, almost choking you with its force, and you staggered against the counter, winded.

Bakugou twisted, a movement almost too fast for you to follow, wrenching the man’s arm behind him. In a flash, he’d shoved both men against a shelf, and was locking a quirk suppressor around their wrists, feeding it through the steel caging of the shelving.

Your vision swam strangely as you watched him, puffing in air.

“Call the fucking police right the fuck now,” he barked at the cashier. You heard a clatter behind you, the rattle of several pill bottles dropping to the ground as the cashier presumably dislodged himself, rushing to obey. The plastic clicking of phone keys followed quickly.

You watched as Bakugou tightened the restraint, a weird weakness making itself known around your knees. You gripped the counter tightly, refusing to sink to the ground, either in front of the men or Bakugou.

Bakugou finished up quickly and strode over, his expression tight.

“When they get here, tell them to contact Genius Office,” he demanded, looking over your shoulder at the cashier. He gripped your shirt at your shoulder, hauling you off the counter. “Come on, you little idiot, we’re getting you back to the safehouse. Don’t know what the fuck you were thinking, coming here.”

His tug had you tripping over your own feet, and you reached out to grab him for stability, gripping the front of his shirt in a frantic fistful. Your vision lurched again.

Bakugou paused, frowning, and looked you over. “He hurt you somewhere, brat?” he said, stilling. His grip shifted under your elbows, propping you up. “Your leg?”

“I’m fine,” you garbled out, trying to get your legs under you again. They felt strangely stiff, like you might accidentally snap them if you didn’t stand exactly straight. You tested your step, sucking in another large breath as you did. Your skin still prickled, as though the man’s quick was still active…

But that couldn’t be right…

You’d seen Bakugou put a quirk suppressor on him, hadn’t you?

Bakugou’s head dipped, and he looked you in the face, scarlet eyes picking over you intently. You startled at the proximity of his face to yours, almost stumbling back. He made a grunting sound, and then suddenly the floor went out from under you. You gripped him in panic as he hefted you into his arms, tucking you neatly against his front.

“What the fuck are you doing?” You gasped. Your voice sounded strange to your ears, almost slurred.

Bakugou shouldered his way out of the door, maneuvering you through it with a surprising amount of care. “You’re in shock, princess. Pupils dilated like a fucking lunatic.”

The insult registered first, and you wondered if you should be offended, until his full message sank in. “Shock? I’m not in shock,” you informed him, motioning for him to put you down.

Bakugou ignored you, striding down the street back towards the safehouse with no more trouble than if you were a bag of groceries. “Pipe the fuck down, brat. We’re gonna get you inside.”

You made an affronted noise, which quickly turned into a groan as Bakugou shifted you to key in the code at the door.

The last thing you remembered was passing through the front door. And then the world around you prickled gray at the edges.

And suddenly, without warning, everything went dark.

#katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou x y/n #bakugou katsuki #bakugou katsuki x reader

[animeomegas]

I think all the magazines that have a love column will try to get Denki as an expert or interview him. Also, all programs on love topics will also want to receive it. He makes so much content with his alpha that he's a tidbit for all the spicy broadcasts. Midoriya is also called for interviews and shows, but I think they will have a more gentle and family character. By the type of how to combine work as the main character and family. I think everyone would be afraid to call Bakugou, but he would look good on a cooking show

As long as the interview isn't live, many media outlets are desperate to interview Denki about his love life because it's so dramatic and fun, and that makes for really good content. Live interviews are... forbidden by Denki's PR team if they include relationship questions. Denki has said too much many times.

Denki has thousands of YouTube videos dedicated to him, titled stuff like 'Every time Chargebolt says out of pocket shit' and 'Chargebolt and his mate being couple goals for 39 minutes'.

Midoriya is absolutely the family-friendly, parent approved hero. 100%. It comes with being number one and having a beautiful smile. Anything he mentions about his partner is very wholesome and generic. But imagine the scandal if anything outrageous ever leaked. It would be international news, a crazy PR nightmare of massive proportions. Like, wholesome, No. 1 Hero Deku is into cheating roleplays??? The press would have a field day.

Bakugou doesn't answer relationship questions at all. It's against his rules for interviews, so he will leave if an interviewer gets too bold. He's very protective of his home life and relationship.

But Bakugou on a cooking show??? Hilarious. I would also kill to have a cookbook written by Bakugou. I feel like his friends posted pics and hyped up his food so much on their social media that Bakugou's team decided to have him release a cookbook. They were going to make it really gimmicky, and hero themed, but Bakugou refused, so it's actually a really serious and amazing cookbook that endeared him to the domestic parents of the country who were previously iffy about his brashness negatively influencing child fans. It turned out to be a masterful piece of PR.

These were amazing! Thanks for sending them to me <333

#asks #bnha #mha #denki #midoriya #bakugou #deku #hcs #n-sfw ish #a/b/o #omegaverse #headcanons

[prpfs]

🌿 Hey! I am 19 and I am looking for other 18+ lit - adv. lit people to write something based on My Hero Academia. I am a slow replier, so please don’t expect anything rapid-fire. 

Anyway! I currently have way too much muse for a handful of canon characters (especially Giran. Please, I am desperate). I am mainly interested in writing them against other canons, but I am (potentially) open to ocs. I’m very open to doubling, and I’m down to do either ccxcc or ocxcc for your side.

My muses/ship (bolded is the character I want to write):

Bakugou Katsuki x any member of class a, b or Shinsou Hatsume Mei x Yayorozu Momo Kaibara Sen x any member of class a or b Ragdoll / Shiretoko Tomoko x Mandalay, Pixie-bob, Midoriya Inko, Thirteen, others Hawks / Takami Keigo x Dabi, Twice, Shigaraki, Aizawa, Spinner, others Giran / Okuto Kagerou x Twice, Kurogiri, others All Might / Yagi Toshinori x Tsukauchi, Nighteye, Aizawa, David Shield, Midoriya Inko, others

I have a few different plot ideas depending on the ship, both canon-verse and AU. In general, I’m a big fan of complex relationships, gray morality, character studies, hurt/comfort, trauma recovery and domestic fluff. I’m open to a fair amount of darker topics and themes, with a handful of exceptions. 

Like this and I’ll get in contact! I usually write on discord

give a like and anon will get back to you

#my hero academia roleplay #my hero academia rp #fandom rp #fandom roleplay #oc roleplay #oc rp

[roleplay-searcher]

Hey! I am 19 and I am looking for other 18+ lit - adv. lit people to write something based on My Hero Academia. I am a slow replier, so please don’t expect anything rapid-fire. 

Anyway! I currently have way too much muse for a handful of canon characters (especially Giran. Please, I am desperate). I am mainly interested in writing them against other canons, but I am (potentially) open to ocs. I’m very open to doubling, and I’m down to do either ccxcc or ocxcc for your side.

My muses/ship (bolded is the character I want to write):

Bakugou Katsuki x any member of class a, b or Shinsou Hatsume Mei x Yayorozu Momo Kaibara Sen x any member of class a or b Ragdoll / Shiretoko Tomoko x Mandalay, Pixie-bob, Midoriya Inko, Thirteen, others Hawks / Takami Keigo x Dabi, Twice, Shigaraki, Aizawa, Spinner, others Giran / Okuto Kagerou x Twice, Kurogiri, others All Might / Yagi Toshinori x Tsukauchi, Nighteye, Aizawa, David Shield, Midoriya Inko, others

I have a few different plot ideas depending on the ship, both canon-verse and AU. In general, I’m a big fan of complex relationships, gray morality, character studies, hurt/comfort, trauma recovery and domestic fluff. I’m open to a fair amount of darker topics and themes, with a handful of exceptions. 

Like this and I’ll get in contact! I usually write on discord

!!

#anime #18+ #lit #advlit #mha #bnha #seru giran #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #tomoko shiretoko #takami keigo #okuto kagerou #yagi toshinori #bakugou katsuki #hatsume mei #kaibara sen #discord #hurt/comfort #dark #roleplay request #roleplay #rp request #rp

[darkrpfinder]

🌿 Hey! I am 19 and I am looking for other 18+ lit - adv. lit people to write something based on My Hero Academia. I am a slow replier, so please don’t expect anything rapid-fire. 

Anyway! I currently have way too much muse for a handful of canon characters (especially Giran. Please, I am desperate). I am mainly interested in writing them against other canons, but I am (potentially) open to ocs. I’m very open to doubling, and I’m down to do either ccxcc or ocxcc for your side.

My muses/ship (bolded is the character I want to write):

Bakugou Katsuki x any member of class a, b or Shinsou Hatsume Mei x Yayorozu Momo Kaibara Sen x any member of class a or b Ragdoll / Shiretoko Tomoko x Mandalay, Pixie-bob, Midoriya Inko, Thirteen, others Hawks / Takami Keigo x Dabi, Twice, Shigaraki, Aizawa, Spinner, others Giran / Okuto Kagerou x Twice, Kurogiri, others All Might / Yagi Toshinori x Tsukauchi, Nighteye, Aizawa, David Shield, Midoriya Inko, others

I have a few different plot ideas depending on the ship, both canon-verse and AU. In general, I’m a big fan of complex relationships, gray morality, character studies, hurt/comfort, trauma recovery and domestic fluff. I’m open to a fair amount of darker topics and themes, with a handful of exceptions. 

Like this and I’ll get in contact! I usually write on discord

.

#mha rp #mha roleplay #my hero academia roleplay #my hero academia rp #rp search #dark roleplay #dark rp #18+ mun

[gettinshiggywithit]

~𝕁𝕒𝕪𝕒’𝕤 𝕄𝕪 ℍ𝕖𝕣𝕠 𝔸𝕔𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕒 𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥~

Project Bestie(alternatively:-project love birds)(bakugou x reader)(smau) (indefinitely on hiatus)

Izuku Midoriya with an angry s/o

Domestic prohero!Izuku x prohero!reader

Bakugou x Reader Anniversary headcannon!

An Autumn Coffee Date With Dabi!

Dabi x Bakugou’s Sister!Reader (how they met!)

!Bakugou with a reader who has a “hyper feminine pink sanrio themed room"!

!Swan Dive! (A bakudeku oneshot)

i still do,and i always will(dabi angst)

!Dabi taking care of a tired reader!

!Till Death Do Us Part! (Yandere!dabi x reader)

!Bakugou With And Overstimulated Partner!

!Bakugou Falling Asleep With His S/O On Video Call!

!Sun and Moon! ( a tamaki reverse comfort oneshot)

!Bakugou With a Reader who is NOT a morning person!

Fantasy AU Bakugou x fem!reader?? (Drabble or is this an imagine??)

Song lyric prank with the bnha boys!

The bnha boys with an s/o who still calls them ‘bro’ and ‘dude’ even after they’ve started dating!

The bnha boys with an s/o who’s just tired of life and who feels like theyre all alone and a burden to everyone around them!(Tw: SUICIDAL THOUGHTS AND ATTEMPTS (all prevented and with kinda fluffy endings?)ANGST!

“You cant say ‘bubbles’ and still sound scary” with the lov!(part 1)(part2)

!The bnha boys reacting to you buying matching toothbrushes!(dabi,bakugou,kirishima)(denki,izuku)

!The BNHA Boys Reacting To An “I Lof You” Video! (Dabi,shigaraki,izuku)(denki)

!Bakugou with an s/o who has a cat-ton of cats!

!Kirishima x Artist!Reader!

!Dating Tenya Iida!

!Would it be easy for bakugou to breakup with his s/o?!

🎃Jaya’s Plus Ultra Halloween Event🎃

Dabi x Bakugou’s Sister!Reader( floras request)

Which of the bnha characters do you think would insist on wearing matching outfits with you ??? (Lijas question)

!Izuku x Artist!Reader! (Ash’s request)

!Dabi With An S/O Who Has A Passion For Music! (Carmen’s Request)

All rights reserved © 2023 gettinshiggywithit . Please do not repost, modify or claim as yours.

feedback,likes,reblogs and comments are so very appreciated tbh :’)i hope you enjoyed and ill catch ya next time!

#bnha #boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia #dabi #dabi x reader #mha x gn!reader #mha x reader #mha fluff #mha angst #🗃jaya’s archives

[anxiety-thyme]

It's that time again! First Friday Fic Night

For a refresher you can see what this is about here.

Voting at the bottom to choose next month's topic.

This month is family feels. Found family. The one you chose or who you chooses you. Sometimes on purpose but often unintentionally. As someone who had to cut ties with my family of origin (except my sister who is a gem), this theme is close to my heart.

I don't think that families (found or otherwise) are limited only to long-term, here-for-the-long-haul, relationships. Sometimes someone passes through your life for a brief period of time but manage to plant a home in your heart. It can happen when you need them for a season, or when they need you, and usually it hits you when you least expect it. So my definition of family feels may seem broad so the stories may not hit that spot for you. It's cool, they are all still really worth the read.

I had difficulty narrowing down my list so we may come back to family feels in the future. I also left Dadzawa out. That is a whole genre of its own. In this post we have Attack on Titan, My Hero Academia, Teen Wolf, and Snow White With the Red Hair. We kind of hit them all.

As always, mind the tags!

Attack on Titan

make this moment last forever, by aelandair

"Erwin accompanies Levi to an orphanage."

This one sits at the intersection of creating family and intense yearning. Maybe leans a little farther into the yearning. Oops.

My Hero Academia

Your sun in the night sky, by notified

"In which Bakugou Katsuki learns saving is not always about blowing stuff up, cracking down on villains' plans or, even making use of his quirk in any significant aspect. It can be gruelling, tedious and heartbreaking. And it's funny, because he never really set out to save the brat in the first place.

Or, Bakugou acquires a snarky orange child."

I cannot emphasize enough how much I love this fic. I actually don't know how many times I've read it at this point. This is Bakugou not just saving without blowing things up, but it is also him learning to care for others, understand what giving up a piece of yourself really means, and discovering family. Plus, domestic Bakugou is my religion.

I think this might have been the first BNHA fic that grabbed me. It is top 5 BNHA for me, and I have 268 BNHA fics read and bookmarked. I wish I was joking about that last part.

lullabies for ghosts in the mind, by jarynw02

"He’s well aware of how convenient it might be for Dabi to parade around as an innocent toddler for a while to throw off suspicion. How, if this were still Dabi’s mind, he’d be smart enough to lie and act and cover his trail until he can return to normal and inevitably escape.

But Katsuki can’t stop thinking about how bright his blue eyes are, how they swelled with tears in the alley at the mention of heroes-- the mention of his father, Endeavor, the most impactful hero in the child’s life. Even if this tiny human is Dabi biding his time, those tears were real. Those tears were real and coming from eyes so much like Katsuki’s husband’s eyes, shed for the same man that’d made Shouto cry too many times for Katsuki’s liking.

Or

Dabi turns into a toddler and Katsuki brings him home to Shouto."

I think this was originally going to be a longer fic, but it works really well as just a one shot. As I mentioned above, domestic Bakugou is my thing, and in this he is soft soft soft.

His Littlest Listener, by lilredpandacub

"Present Mic Loves all his jobs. But he especially loves his Friday and Tuesday night Session on his Radio Show where his most favourite caller is sure to ring up late at night just to speak and pose ever more interesting questions. Hizashi really just wants to give the sweet little baby a cuddle."

Baby Izuku being so smart and Presentation Michael is really feeling personally attacked by it.

Teen Wolf

Roots to Tether by, clotpolesonly

"Scott needs someone to look after Beacon Hills while he's away at college. Stiles needs someone to keep an eye on his dad. Liam needs a sparring partner, Mason needs a translator for his ancient books, Malia needs someone to run with.

And Derek? Well, Derek needs this."

Derek gains a family that he didn't know he was looking for and that he didn't know he needs. My biggest Teen Wolf ship is Derek/stability.

Snow White With the Red Hair

The Five Times Obi Knocked (and the one time he didn't), by happybubbles

"He always wondered what it would feel like to have a home. And she always wondered if she would find a place of her own ever again."

I always always want Obi know he has a home and highlighting how Obi uses their knocking on the wall to express that is just lovely.

Fugue in Three, by infinitelystrangemachine_old

"Ryuu, Shirayuki, and Obi have all taken different paths to end up where they are now. An admission on Ryuu's part helps tip the trio into their future."

This is such a beautiful piece. The three of them finding home in one another, settling into a life together and reaching out for the version of the future that they want. It feels like evert line destroys me.

'It hurts. It aches. It tears at her until all she wants to do is shake Obi awake, retreat into the safety of his arms for the first time ever, if only to find a place to bury the tortured unmaking and remaking of her heart.'

'Take me, he thinks, and his heart, his very own heart, goes still in his chest. Do what you want with me. I’ll lay at your feet if that’s what you want. I’ll crawl on my hands and knees for the rest of my life if it would do you some good.'

It's just so good. I can't. If there is only one fic you read from this list, it should be this one.

Please enjoy, I hope these warm you (even when they hurt a little bit.) Let me know how much you like them on a scale of excel sheets tracking nutrition to cracking adolescent voices.

See you next month <3

#attack on titan #levi snk #snk eruri #eruri fanfic #eruri #erwin smith #shingeki no kyojin #bnha #mha #my hero academia #levi ackerman #bokugou katsuki #todoroki shouto #bnha todoroki #bnha bakugou #todobaku #bakutodo #teen wolf #derek hale #stiles stilinski #sterek #snow white with the red hair #ans obi #obiyuki #ans shirayuki #erwin x levi #akagami no shirayukihime #fanfic #obi x shirayuki #first friday fic night

[findyourrp]

🌿 Hey! I am 19 and I am looking for other 18+ lit - adv. lit people to write something based on My Hero Academia. I am a slow replier, so please don’t expect anything rapid-fire. 

Anyway! I currently have way too much muse for a handful of canon characters (especially Giran. Please, I am desperate). I am mainly interested in writing them against other canons, but I am (potentially) open to ocs. I’m very open to doubling, and I’m down to do either ccxcc or ocxcc for your side.

My muses/ship (bolded is the character I want to write):

Bakugou Katsuki x any member of class a, b or Shinsou Hatsume Mei x Yayorozu Momo Kaibara Sen x any member of class a or b Ragdoll / Shiretoko Tomoko x Mandalay, Pixie-bob, Midoriya Inko, Thirteen, others Hawks / Takami Keigo x Dabi, Twice, Shigaraki, Aizawa, Spinner, others Giran / Okuto Kagerou x Twice, Kurogiri, others All Might / Yagi Toshinori x Tsukauchi, Nighteye, Aizawa, David Shield, Midoriya Inko, others

I have a few different plot ideas depending on the ship, both canon-verse and AU. In general, I’m a big fan of complex relationships, gray morality, character studies, hurt/comfort, trauma recovery and domestic fluff. I’m open to a fair amount of darker topics and themes, with a handful of exceptions. 

Like this and I’ll get in contact! I usually write on discord

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HMMMMM bakugou being just. the absolute picture of sin.

he works overnight and comes home early in the morning, around 3 or 4 am or so, and you greet him and give him a kissy and ask how it all went. and even though it's still dark outside and he's been working for twelve hours—he's still coming off patrol, right ? so he's still got some energy left, and he eats something and takes a shower and winds down as you fall back to sleep.

and it's not until much later in the day that he wakes up, early afternoon, and you're kind of tiptoeing around so that he can get his much-needed rest. you slip into the closet of your bedroom for something and you think you're gonna get in and out without a sound, but his hearing is so attuned to just about anything and everything at this point.

so rough and raspy, he grunts out, "what're y'lookin' for?" and you whip around real fast and he's just—

half sitting up in bed, bare back leaning against the headboard. an arm behind his head, so that his bicep is tense and round and stone-solid. stretched like that, his obliques are more prominent, taut and rippling up the side of his ribcage. he must have gotten hot while passed out, as he usually does, because the comforter is all askew; one of his legs is bent, the fine hair a dark gold in the waning day; the other is hanging off the bed, lightly swinging as he watches you, and the blanket has come down enough that you can see the bulge of his thigh muscles beneath his stupid tiny black boxer briefs.

and he's just so. man. in every single way.

(his hair is flat on one side, too, and his eyes are still a little puffy from sleep—but you think that adds to it, all in all)

#i have to get this image out of my head you don't understand #please take this from me i'm PLAUGED by him #he's so WAAAAHHH #like. he's always handsome. always. at all times. #but sometimes he opens his big fat mouth enough that you forget just HOW handsome #and then suddenly he's sitting there looking so cozy in your bed and softly blinking at you while looking like THE MOST ENTICING GUY #ON THE PLANET #and you're like............................oh my god............. #please take this image from meeeeeee GET IT OUT I'M SICK #✿ theme: domestic bakugou #✿ thoughts: bakugou #i've been back less than twenty-four hours and already i've had so much to say LMAOO

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BakuDeku SFW hybrid au

AO3 Fanfic Recommendations

Disclaimers!

None of the stories linked below are mine.

Fluff/SFW stories, pls still read tags.

Credit to @minggchoww for the fan art.

Note: If you read any of these and like them please kudos and comment! Let the authors know their work is appreciated!

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blame it all on human nature by starryroyalty

Summary: Katsuki's interest keeps getting piqued by the pretty green cat that consistently sits at the same table every single time he enters the café, and he really, really, wants to get to know him better.

Wolf Baku x Cat Deku

One Shot | No Quirks AU

Beyond the Fence by AnathemaAuthoress

Summary: Domesticated dog hybrid Izuku has lived happily with his master without ever questioning the world beyond his fence, but when he meets a wild raccoon named Katsuki, he finds he wants to hear all about it.

Dog Deku x Raccoon Baku

One Shot | No Quirks AU

The Wolf and The Bunnies by Mikacrispy

Summary: Every day after leaving class, Katsuki passes by a playground and sees an omega bunny playing around with his son. The wolf can't help but fall in love with both of them.

Wolf Baku x Bunny Deku

One Shot | No Quirks AU

Oh Deer! by Arsonxk

Summary: His mother always warned him that his bleeding heart would get him in trouble. Izuku just didn't plan on it being in the form of a blonde mountain lion…

Deer Deku X Mountain Lion Baku

One Shot | No Quirks au

Sheep in Wolf's Clothing I by Mikacrispy

Summary: Ram hybrid Midoriya Izuku, tired of being overlooked at his work for being a prey hybrid, decides to take on boxing classes to become more assertive and carnivore-like. There he meets the handsome and grumpy wolf hybrid instructor who loves to bully him.

Ram Deku x Wolf Baku

One Shot | Part 1 of a Two Part Series

Lady And The Tramp by jaegerackereri

Summary: Work inspired by Lady And The Tramp (1955) where Izuku is Lady and Katsuki is Tramp.

Dog Deku x Wolf-Dog Baku

Mature Themes | No Explicit Scenes

One Shot | No Quirks au

The Dragon King by qween_bee

Summary: After old King Yagi's passing, the kingdom of Musutafu was left to dragon hybrid Bakugou Katsuki. However, without the soft presence of his soulmate to keep him kind, the alpha's aggression went unchecked. They say it's not about the destination but rather the journey, but in this case, both have their merits.

Dragon Hybrids

Alpha Baku x Omega Deku

One Shot | Fantasy au

Licking your loved ones by Gay_idiot15

Summary: It was common in packs to engage in physical affection; scenting, cuddling, hugging, holding hands

But licking was a sign of true friendship and love.

Cat Hybrid Deku x Cat Hybrid Baku

One Shot | UA Students

Say My Name Nerd by DemonyteKav

Summary: “Hey Mido! I got a question for ya.” The blonde cheetah hybrid tells him during a lull between games.

Izuku smiles. “What’s up?”

“How come you never called Bakubro over here by his last name?”

“What do you mean?” Izuku asks flushing a little and glancing at the blonde wolf before looking back at Kaminari.

Kaminari scratches his nose and grins a little. “Well dude, you knew him for what? A couple days and were already calling him ‘Kacchan’ so I was just curious is all. I mean, he doesn’t even let us call him by his first name often.”

The wolf looks every bit like the predator he is. Tail wagging lazily behind him pleased to have his prey right where he wants him. “Yeah nerd, why don’t you call me by my last name?”

“You know why Kacchan.” The sheep pouts crossing his arms over his chest.

Wolf Baku x Sheep Deku

One Shot | No Quirks | College AU

Wolf Gym by Oh_Taco

Summary: After facing discrimination by humans, hybrid rabbit and personal trainer Izuku Midoriya looks for a job at a hybrid gym. The only one he finds is run by three wolf hybrids -- and one of them looks like he wants to eat Izuku for lunch!

Incomplete | 16/? Chapters

Just Beyond the Door by Askora

Summary: Bakugo never got along with people all that well. Or rather, people wouldn’t be able to look past his harsh overtones to realize that he wasn’t actually as bad as a guy as they thought. Specifically, his annoying ass neighbors that would constantly complain to the landlord or try to get police to do something about him.

So in order to play “nice guy”, the idiots suggested he put a candy bowl outside his apartment door.

Apparently said candy bowl attracted the attention of someone Bakugo found was absolutely meant for him. And said soulmate was far more in reach than the blond thought he was.

Pro Hero Baku x Quirkless Deku

Omega Deer Deku x Alpha Wolf Baku

7/? CH | Last Updated Dec. 2023

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Out of the Pan Into the Shower Floor

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/GBxMHpJ by redinkvibes Kirishima and Bakugou have their domestic day off interrupted by a swap that has one man drowning in a shower and the other wondering how people can eat anything with such flat teeth. Words: 2760, Chapters: 1/1, 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: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou Additional Tags: Bodyswap, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Domestic, Queer Themes, queer platonic, queer platonic relationship, Sexual Humor, Kirishima Eijirou is a Ray of Sunshine, Kirishima Eijirou Needs a Hug, Bakugou Katsuki is a Good Friend, Bakugou Katsuki is a Dork, Kirishima Eijirou is a Dork, Insecure Kirishima Eijirou read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/GBxMHpJ

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #bnha #mha #kiribaku #krbk #kirishima eijirou #bakugou katsuki

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BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA ꒰ heroes ꒱

contains mature content, aimed for +18 audiences. reader discretion is advised. most of these works are f! or afab! reader. ALSO! minors + blank + ageless blogs will be blocked.

⿻ last updated: jan. 13, '23

⌕ LEGEND

personal favorites : ♡

reader discretion advised, read content warnings : ✧ 

personal adds/assumption : italicized words

action between characters: &

𖨂 ⸱ ꕤ ⸱ TAKAMI KEIGO ⸱ 鷹見啓悟

exhale. ──── 1.3k

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ with such a pretty neck, you must simply allow keigo's hands to wander.

cw. fem! reader, 18+, reader is in heat, mating, marking, hickeys, choking, asphyxiation, breath play, nipple play, cowgirl, riding, creampie, knotting, petnames, dubcon

flying through your ranks. ──── complete

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ you’re an up and coming pro hero; fresh faced, roaring through your twenties with your highly successful U.A years far behind you. but when one little drunk slip up has you falling through the hero ranks, will a single pretty bird of prey help you soar back up? or will you end up falling for him?

cw. angst, fluff, smut. pro hero! au, social media au, fake dating!au. swearing ( mostly bakugou ), suggestive, rated 17+, slight!age gap, everyone is aged-up into their twenties since they’re pros now

✧ hades. ──── 5.4k

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ as a naive little girl in love you make a deal that gets you stuck with the unrelenting god of the underworld, and no matter how sweet he may fuck you…you’ll spend all of eternity hating him if you have to.

cw. hate sex. please read for your own safety! mdni, smut 18+, heavy smut, mentions of death, restraints, marking, branding, creampies, thigh riding, impact play, nipple play, multiple orgasms, possesive sex, hate sex, unprotected sex, fem!reader, hades!hawks.

oh captain, my captain. ──── 2.2k

cw. smut. pirate au, gn!reader, captain!hawks, first mate!reader. sub!hawks, pegging, handjob (m!receiving), cumplay, whiny hawks needs his first mate to ease his stress &lt;3

refuge. ──── 3.6k

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ you maybe underestimated what exactly a ‘rut’ was like.

cw. smut. rut au. breeding, praise kink, oral, piv sex, ‘ruts’/’heat’ trope. discussion of pregnancy and birth control, bird themed pet names i think they are cute idk. afab reader with fem pronouns

𖨂 ⸱ ꕤ ⸱ AIZAWA SHŌTA ⸱ 相澤消太

♡ as it was. ──── completed

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ Where do you go now? When a love you thought to be unshakeable starts to fall apart before you could even try to piece it together? When Nemuri urges you to take a trip to the beach house in Okinawa with Aizawa in an effort to save whatever is left of your marriage, you’re hesitant. Not sure where to go or how to navigate this situation. But you take the opportunity anyway, maybe a month away will force whatever the both of you have been burying deep inside to the surface. Unsure if it will lead to devastating heartbreak or lost love to be found again.

cw. Shouta Aizawa x Fem!Reader. Established Relationship, Marital Problems, Beach House Setting, Flashbacks, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Explicit Sexual Content(18+ only)

♡ fill my little world (right up). ──── 20k+

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ you are employed by aizawa shouta to nanny for his vulnerable adoptive daughter eri while he’s at work. as time passes you find yourself equally smitten with them both, longing for a more permanent place in their family.

cw. AFAB reader, no quirk au, single dad aizawa (+ adopted daughter eri, + prev. foster son hitoshi), professional nanny reader, falling in love, fluff and angst, slice of life, child ptsd + past child abuse (eri), aged-up characters, best friends touya + rumi, brief talk of a parent with addiction (hitoshi), domesticity, handling of child trauma, finding your place in a family, eventual smut, vaginal oral sex (reader receiving), a lot of kissing, no power dynamic

i know i cannot heal you but i will hold you here forever. ──── 2.5k

cw. 18+ minors dni + gn reader + bottom reader + hurt/comfort (? kinda i think) + both of them being touched starved + sleep deprivation + pre-established relationship + oral (reader receiving).

♡ lap cat. ──── 7.8k

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ you never thought you’d be the type of person to own a hybrid, but after learning his odds of adoption are low due to his age, you can’t just leave Shouta behind.

cw. NSFT, AFAB reader, hybrid au (half animal half human), cat hybrid aizawa, NOT A/B/O, transformations (shifting between cat and human), brief look into the politics of hybrids (we like autonomy in this house folks, but I'll say dubcon just in case), animal characteristics (behavioural and physical), fluff and smut, voyeurism, male masturbation, unprotected vaginal sex, creampie, roommates(?) to lovers, brief mentions of child abuse (reader is a child therapist)

take yours, I’ll take mine. ──── 3.3k

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ Shouta carried a multitude of skills under his belt, and one of them happened to be knowing how to ration his energy. The exhaustion that came with being both an underground hero and a teacher at UA was unavoidable, and he had learned over the years what does and does not require his full effort. Mornings in bed with you requires very little of him.

cw. AFAB GN reader, established relationship, bottom aizawa (called love and baby), morning sex, reader is a giver, light somno, no power dynamics, anal fingering (aizawa receiving), handjobs, pegging (reader wears the strap; referred to as ‘your cock’ a few times), missionary position

true heat.

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ Quirks may be one step in human evolution, but the secondary genders are another. Alpha, Beta, or Omega: everyone presents one way or the other by their 21st birthday. You're a college student at UA University with a little problem; you have yet to present. With your 21st birthday approaching rapidly, something has to happen, and soon. Aizawa is a teacher at UA University, and an Alpha. So when his favorite student is suddenly ill, he does what any concerned teacher would do. Right?

cw. Aizawa x AFAB! Reader. Reader has female parts, all the typical A/B/O tropes, professor/student relationship.

who do you belong to? ──── 4.2k

cw. fem reader. smut, cursing

𖨂 ⸱ ꕤ ⸱ TODOROKI ENJI ⸱ 轟炎司

cola. ──── 2.4k

cw. smut. pro hero!enji x pro hero!reader sex Pollen, Cheating, Breeding, Public Sex

daddy’s favourite issue.

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ loving the great endeavor was a euphoria you never wanted to quit. he was an inferno, a blazing glory of an old man who doesn’t talk to his kids because they all hate him. he’s a bad man wrapped in the packaging of a good guy, a hero.

cw. smut, rough sex, riding, sugar daddy au, filth.

give and take. ──── 5.0k

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ enji has always thought pain was good, that it meant he was well on his way to the top. but you seem to make him have doubts when your touch is gentle like that.

cw. smut. established relationship au. afab! reader, dom! reader, hand jobs, edging, humping, cock slapping, slight degradation, ruined orgasms, unprotected sex, cowgirl, creampie, praise, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, slight breeding kink, mentions of toxic families (it’s the todoroki’s hello), enji and rei are implied to be divorced (no cheating or home-wrecking)

moth to a flame. ──── 6.6k+

cw. explicit, smut. authority/power-play, boss/employee relationship, age-gap, size difference/size kink, public heavy petting/fingering, rough sex, desk sex, praise kink, use of “good girl,” light choking/breath play, hand pressed over reader’s mouth, hair pulling, creampie (Enji is implied to be divorced, no cheating) trapped in an elevator for a while, so warnings for claustrophobia and elevators in general.

oni’s heart. ──── completed

cw. Yakuza AU series: Alpha Enji Todoroki x Omega Reader. Illegal activities (crime family), mentions of drugs, alcohol, and human trafficing, heavy mentions of blood and (very light) mentions of murder but TW, mating, biting, knotting, bonding, creampie, primal kink, scent kink, mentions of past domestic abuse, mentions of past childhood trauma (Shoto’s scar), kidnapping, comfort after hurt. (Happy ending I promise, I don't like to leave things sour)

when is a monster not a monster? oh, when you love it. ──── 12.4k

cw. fire demon! enji todoroki x fem! reader. exophilia/teratophilia, size difference, virginity loss + inexperienced reader, mentions of human sacrifices, mentions of demonic transformation, mentions of death/dying, kidnapping, strangers to lovers

♡ when the smoke clears. ──── 17.4k

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ After his battle with Hawks against Hood, Endeavor wakes up in the hospital to find that a young doctor saved his life, their quirk being able to counteract the negative effects of his own. His first thought is that he has to talk to you–you might be able to fix the drawbacks of his quirk. His second thought is oh no, not again.

cw. slow burn, smut. 18+, spanking, quirk play, age difference (Endeavor is 46, reader is 29) Soulmate AU.

soft.

cw. Enji Todoroki x Chubby F!Reader - SMUT. breeding kink, chubby reader, Enji carries reader, unprotected sex, mentions of pregnancy

#⨳ 𓏲˖ 📓 ˖ ࣪ recs archive ָ࣪ 𓏲⋆. #🖇️ ˑ ִ ֗ my hero ! #﹙ ❀ ﹚ — takami #﹙ ❀ ﹚ — aizawa #﹙ ❀ ﹚— endeavor #﹙ ❀ ﹚ — endeavor