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Serial Killer!Dabi x Reader x Serial Killer!Shigaraki
Summary: In which Dabi and Tomura Shigaraki are women-targeting serial killers and do what serial killers do. That’s it. That’s the fic.
CW: Quirkless!AU, Serial Killers/Slashers!AU, Explicit Smut, Non-Con/Rape, Kidnapping, Physical Abuse, Rough Sex, Asphyxiation, Mysoginy, Dead Dove: Do Not FUCKING Eat
A/N: Hey,, remember when I was gonna do a Halloween AU series? Neither do I!! Anyway, here's my first entry in my own event - out of order!! Enjoyyyy. (or not, this one's pretty gnarly ngl lol)
Cross-Posted on AO3
“P-Please… Stop, please…”
A smack. A loud one. Sounded like it was right across the face, and Dabi wouldn’t doubt if it was. Shigaraki really liked to mess up the face.
“Oh come on, you can beg better than that.”
“N-No, I— I…”
“No no — I know you can. You just were begging— begging fucking amazing too. Come on. Do it, you worthless slut.”
Dabi rolled his eyes, taking a drag from his cigarette as he stood watch outside the reconstructed Toyota Hiace they made their base of operations. One they’d gutted the seats out of to make room for a full-size mattress and some metal grating dividing the front seats from the back.
A killing machine.
They parked it outside the city, in an endless valley of nature only ever occupied by a few off the grid campers. Ones that wouldn’t be suspicious of a lone van and two men in the middle of nowhere. They were also ones who typically had very few connections back home.
Who nobody would miss if they saw too much.
“Oi— I’m talking to you, slut! Look at me when I’m talking to you.”
Jesus, this must’ve been the thirtieth time that Shigaraki called her a slut this session. How uncreative could one demented incel be? He’d kind of expected more from the bastard…
Truth be told, he didn’t particularly like his partner in crime. They weren’t friends, they were barely even acquaintances. But they were kindred spirits. Two particularly violent young men who’d met on a particularly violent darknet forum about women.
And the inhumane positions they’d love to put them in.
Of course, just because they both lived for the end result, didn’t mean that they agreed on the journey there.
Shigaraki was a raging misogynist and by-the-book incel. He despised women, wanted to take revenge on them for everything he felt they did wrong to him. He wanted to make them bleed because he wanted to make them hurt. Because he was full of anger and disgust and hate.
Dabi was the opposite. He loved women. The unique beauty of every single one, the range of emotions they showed in their darkest, most desperate moments. Emotions he himself was never allowed to show. Ugh, the euphoria of it all. He loved women so much he wanted to see every part of them.
Including their insides.
“Come on you ugly fuck!” Shigaraki snapped from inside the van, “Scream! It’s all you’re fucking good for!”
…Truth be told, Dabi wasn’t sure why exactly he’d partnered up with Shigaraki of all people. He’d been looking for a co-pilot for this sick and twisted little endeavor of his for a while, and there had been many others in the forums who probably would’ve been better fits personality-wise, who seemed more agreeable. Guys who weren’t so picky about the girls they picked, who didn’t grumble and gripe when it came time to finally cleaning up their mess, who didn’t use the “standing watch” excuse when it came to carrying the bodies to the disposal spots.
Who didn’t put their disgusting fucking feet on his dashboard…
That being said, while they both lived almost exclusively on the other’s last nerve, they also had a strange, almost psychic symbiosis. They balanced each other out. Dabi was emotional and passionate, often getting over-excited by the next prospective victim, moved so intensely by his passion upon seeing a new girl walking down the street or sitting at the bar that he wanted to grab them right there and then. Shigaraki on the other hand was meticulous and paranoid, holding him back until he was absolutely sure that they wouldn’t get caught.
He kept them careful at the beginning of the kill.
Whereas Dabi, who truly believed that he held a lot of deep respect for the women they abducted, wanted to be careful with their bodies after the fact. Shigaraki grew bored easily and completely. He often wanted to just dump the bodies down a valley or in a back alley and move onto the next one. A broken toy wasn’t worth another second in his mind. But Dabi wanted better for the girls. He wanted them to have a proper burial. Deep, deep in the ground where nobody else could ever find them.
He kept them careful at the end of the kill.
Dabi exhaled a long stream of smoke as he considered where their latest little sylph would be buried. They had passed a grove of what looked like magnificent spider lilies on the way out of town.
Maybe he was thinking too much into all this, he kind of had to whenever it was Shigaraki’s turn. The brutish way in which he handled and defiled these girls, it always made Dabi contemplate just what redeeming factor he had ever seen in the guy.
And then he’d hear them, the screams Shigaraki managed to rip out of their victims. Screams that only came from a level of brutality Dabi would never be able to inflict himself. They were so unique, so beautiful, so perfect . And they were sounds that he’d never be able to hear if it weren’t for Shigaraki.
Truthfully, that alone was worth the endless collection of crushed Monster cans that littered the floor of his van.
It had gotten pretty quiet in there now. The screams, the pleading, even the choked little sobs of self-pity, all muted to nothing. There was only the creaking of tired mattress springs, Shigaraki’s heavy breathing and grunting, and the occasional sound of a slap followed by irritated mumbling. Yeah, she was losing all will to fight. Which meant it was just about time for—
“Oi,” Shigaraki snapped as if on cue, throwing the van door open, “She’s no fun anymore. You take her.”
Dabi took a long last drag of his cigarette, watching as Shigaraki climbed out and readjusted himself in his pants. His partner-in-crime gave him a weirded, disgusted look at the way he took his time.
“What’re you fucking staring at me for? You want me to off her or something?”
Dabi waved him off, tossing his cigarette to the ground and stepping it out, “Nah, nah. I’m on it.”
“Hop to it then,” Shigaraki barked, crossing his arms and leaning against the passenger door of the van, “We’ve been here long enough already.”
“And who’s fault is that?” Dabi retorted as he stepped into the van.
Shigaraki whipped around, “Get bent!”
“I’m trying to,” Dabi threw right back, slamming the van door closed behind him.
He quickly pulled back his cool once he was inside. It really was amazing how quickly and effectively Shigaraki pissed him off. But he knew he needed to simmer it. He didn’t want to let his own anger and hate slip out too much in front of his newest precious angel. He’d hate to scare her off.
Dabi turned back to her with a small, but reassuring smile, “Hello.”
Of course, she didn’t respond, didn’t even bother to look at him.
She laid in more or less the same position he’d left her to Shigaraki in. Arms and legs pulled wide, cuffed to the rods mounted on each side of the van. Her once smooth and spotless skin was now swollen and purple, black and yellow in some places even, where Shigaraki had managed to break a rib and an ankle. Dry blood caked her nose and the corner of her mouth while fresh blood seeped onto the mattress out of recent scratches and cuts Shigaraki had inflicted in a last ditch effort to make her wail again.
None of that bothered him though, quite the opposite actually. He loved a roughed up woman, one at her most natural and vulnerable. It was the beauty that got him into this in the first place. No, what Dabi turned his nose up at was Shigaraki’s loads spilling out of her abused pussy, all onto her raw, reddened thighs and the crumpled tear-stained sheets.
Ugh, see this is why he’d said no when Shigaraki asked if they should get an apartment together. The motherfucker never cleaned up after himself.
“P-Please…”
Dabi turned his attention back to her face, to her eyes, dull and lifeless, staring right through the back wall of the van.
“Just kill me already…”
Oh, this sweet thing, he thought, tilting his head at her sympathetically.
He climbed onto the mattress next to her then, resting a hand gently on her hip, careful not to put any pressure on the bruises littered there. She didn’t even flinch when he did it. She was that far gone.
“Kill you?” he asked, curiosity far from feigned.
“Aren’t you those serial killers that have been on the news lately? The ones that—” she couldn’t even finish. The fate that she knew of being too much to leave her throat.
“Huh. Are we now?” he said, mostly to himself as he had a real epiphany from those words. So they were serial killers, were they?
Yeah, he could work with that…
She buried her head into the mattress, trying to muffle the dry sobs from ducts that had long gone barren.
“Please, if you’re gonna do it then just do it already! I can’t go on anymore! I can’t take it…”
He ran the back of his hand slowly, whisperingly down her cheek, “Talk to me beautiful. Tell me how I can make this better.”
This finally got something out of her. A snort of sick, stupid amusement, weak and wheezy.
“God, what fucking game are you two playing? Some sick good killer, bad killer shtick?”
Dabi smiled. She sure was spunky. Even now. What a lovely quality.
“No,” he breathed, dusting feather light kisses down her neck, her chest, that sweet, soft tummy… “No games.”
He buried his nose into the crux her thigh, reveling in the heat and tremble of her raw, abused thighs.
“W-What are you doing?!” she gasped, a whole new flavor of fear coating her voice.
“Just relax,” he purred, kissing a path all the way to her center, “I’m not gonna hurt you…”
She cried out as he licked up the length of her cunt, flicking the stud in his tongue against her clit playfully when he got there. She tried to move her hips away from him, still completely baffled and terrified by not knowing what he was going to do to her, but thanks to her restraints, the struggle only ended up pushing her hips closer to Dabi’s lips in a grind motion. A wanting motion.
It spurred him on to pleasure her further as the delusion of her reciprocation had him falling utterly in love.
Shigarai’s spunk was still slipping out of her, heavy and salty on his tongue as he buried it deeper inside her, but that didn’t matter. Her own sweetness overpowered it, those resistant sobs overpowering all of his senses, sending him into a delirium of pleasure.
Fuck, how much he wanted to throw her legs up over his shoulders, coil his arms tight around her and devour her, but he resisted. He knew how raw and wounded she was, and all he wanted from her now was a fraction of the bliss that she was giving him.
“P-Please! I don’t— nngh! ”
Her sounds were brand new now — constant choked sobs of despair and self-hatred over the way her body reacted against her will. She was so raw and oversensitive from Shigaraki’s brutal treatment, Dabi’s own gentle, devoted ministrations had her ankles straining up painfully against her restraints as she came in mere minutes.
Dabi pulled away, a crooked, love-drunk smile on his face as he watched her trembling chest rise and fall, listened to the sweet serenade of her wheezing breaths.
He hummed happily as he pulled himself back up to her level. He cupped his hand gently along her cheek.
“You have a beautiful voice.”
She snapped back to him, anger tearing violently through her “afterglow”.
“ Fuck you .” she quite literally spat, a newfound fire within her that set his own body ablaze.
Dabi brought a thumb to his cheek, stroking the spit she’d hurled at him to the corner of his own mouth. His tongue reached to meet it, and he shuddered as both of her tastes mingled on his palate.
Fuck, he couldn’t hold back any longer. He quickly back onto his haunches, trying to not let his desperation to be inside her rush or roughen his movements. He still wanted her to enjoy this, but it was taking every bit of self-control he could muster not to blow his load over the sound of her voice alone.
“W-Wait!” she yelped out, as she felt him line himself up at her entrance, “You said you wouldn’t hurt me!”
“I won’t sweetheart,” he breathed, easing his cockhead in slowly, “I promise this won’t hurt.”
“But it does! You doing this now— you’re hurting me!”
He groaned as her heat completely engulfed him. Between the mix of her own arousal and Shigaraki’s, and the desperate pulsing of her insides, post-orgasm, he barely even had to push his hips.
“There’s no need to lie now, your body’s completely giving you away,” he grinned, dropping his forehead to rest against hers, “Your pussy is sucking me right in.”
She choked out a sob as he rocked out of her just barely, then buried himself again, somehow deeper than before.
“ Fuck —” he groaned, “I couldn’t pull out if I tried. Your body just wants me that bad. Doesn’t it baby?”
She tried to stifle a moan as his soft yet sturdy thrusts hit that perfect angle inside of her. She managed to keep the pleasure of the sound locked in the base of her throat, allowing out only a stilted and very unladylike grunt in its place.
The horrid little sound didn’t put Dabi off in the slightest though. If anything, it endeared him. He smiled, almost giddily, as he watched that strain and struggle coarse through her. She really was perfect no matter what she did, wasn’t she?
They all were, after all.
“How does it feel, sweetheart?” he urged her again between thrusts, “Do you like it like this? Does it feel good?”
“N-No, it doesn’t…” she whimpered out hoarsely, that momentary fire from before quickly extinguishing as she felt her dignity once again slipping away “Just stop…”
Dabi’s brows pinched disappointedly, hips slowing to a near-stop.
“You don’t like it like this? Soft and sweet?”
She looked back up at him, confusion creasing her own cute little face.
His hand on her hip started to tighten, nails digging deliberately into the meat of her hip, “Maybe then you liked Shigaraki’s way better…”
Her eyes widened.
“Well I can certainly do that too,” he breathed, hip suddenly snapping painfully into her.
“N-No!” she yelped, “No, please I—!” she squeezed her eyes closed tight, trying to hold back her tears, as a particularly rough thrust jostled her broken rib painfully, “I want it soft! It felt so good what you were doing before! Please! ”
“Are you sure?” Dabi tilted his head, pounding hips having yet to slow, “Don’t just say that because you think it’s what I want. This is supposed to be good for the both of us.”
“I-I’m not! Really, I mean it! I want it soft, please!” she cried out, “Please! Fuck me soft, g-gentle! Just—!”
His hips finally eased to a soft roll.
“...yeah?”
She opened her eyes then, and instantly her blood ran cold. His voice was soft and romantic, he’d gotten that part of his act down to a science, but clearly he hadn’t quite figured out how to keep that sadistic fervor from his face.
His eyes were wide, pupils blown. He was clearly trying to keep his smile even and comforting, but he couldn’t fight the way those corners twitched higher and higher, teeth grinding and showing through harder and clearer.
Just a horrible face.
This man was clearly no more a voice of reason than his more blatantly violent partner outside. He too was clearly deranged, a powder keg. Completely unpredictable.
And that made him a thousand times scarier.
Dabi leaned in closer to her, fighting to keep the manic tremble from his voice, “You want me to make love to you?”
She gulped hard, desperate to keep the absolute terror from her voice, “Y-Yes. Please… M-Make love to me…”
He stared down at her for a long moment, utterly reveling in those words long enough for her to start panicking that maybe she’d said the wrong thing.
But thankfully — god, she couldn’t believe she was thinking that — they were exactly the words he wanted to hear. He dropped his head down into her chest, groaning unabashedly as he began to hump into her again, slower for sure, but also deeper. With his entire body and being.
“Fuck, yeah… Yeah baby. Anything you want. I’ll do anything you fucking want…”
She choked out a joyless laugh at that. Anything she wanted, huh? What a fucking joke.
“You’re so good, fuck— perfect . And you too— it’s good for you? Come on tell me baby. I wanna hear how good I make you feel—”
“Uh-huh, it’s good…” she said flatly as she slipped into dissociation.
She stared up at the same tear in the headliner she’d tried to focus on by the end of Shigaraki’s torture, thinking about how oddly shaped it was. Those kinds of tears were usually outright holes, maybe with a flap of fabric hanging off of it. Or maybe it’d be just a little tear, a small line practically unnoticeable in the dim light of this van. But this one was different. Long and unnatural, it almost looked like a big Frankenstein surgical stitch. Or like the dermal piercings running up her captor’s cheeks—
Fuck. Her eyes fell back on her captors flushed, blissed out face. The electric blue of his eyes, the babbling growls spilling from his lips. She was having a much harder time tuning the pleasure out with this man than she’d had tuning out the pain with the previous one, and she didn’t know why.
Maybe it was because he was kind of her type. That’s exactly what she’d thought when he leaned out of the car window to ask her for directions after all. Watching him move over her like this, leaning down to catch her lips passionately with his own more frequently as time went on she couldn’t help but picture an alternate universe.
One where he really had been asking for directions to the beach. Where he’d been alone in his car rather than having a freak friend in the back, lying in wait. And where she’d been standing on the well-trafficked main street just a couple blocks down instead of in front of the empty alleyway she’d been smoking a blunt in when he’d stopped.
A universe where they’d flirted and hit it off and exchanged phone numbers and eventually he’d taken her on a date rather than just taken her. Where these sweet nothings and pleasurable rolls of his hips were accompanied with champagne and room service rather than rope and broken bones.
Tears streamed down her cheeks as she pictured it all, what a wonderful life this could’ve been.
“Shhh, shh, shhh,” he cooed, “It’s okay. You’re so perfect, it’s okay…”
But that only caused her to sob harder, face reddening voice straining as she wailed uncontrollably. She didn’t even notice Dabi’s hand slipping up along her body and up to the base of her neck.
His thumb settled snug into that soft, sensitive dip of her throat.
God, she was crying so hard now, she couldn’t breathe.
And then he started to squeeze.
Wait, no, really. She couldn’t fucking breathe —!
She gasped out suddenly, arms instinctually shooting forward to try and force his hand off, but she was once again denied by her restraints. She quickly shifted gears, thrashing her body up and down wildly. And for a moment, she did loosen his grip.
But then he brought his second hand to her throat, pushing her deeper into the mattress.
“Perfect,” he growled through the steady snapping of his hips, “So fucking perfect…”
Her throat bobbed and begged as he constricted his hands tighter, getting lost in the song of her voice getting steadily higher, weaker, until she couldn’t form a word at all, could only gurgle and croak desperately.
“Oh yeah, just like that. Be good for me baby,” he groaned, “Be good…”
He couldn’t say that this was the best part of these excursions, he savored every moment of it after all.
…But there was something particularly special about these last few moments.
It was so rare that anybody actually got to witness them, let alone experience them with their own hands — this perfect feeling of her body both tightening and going pliant around him, stiff and spasming, not to mention the view of it all that sent him barrelling frantically towards his release.
Fuck, she was so pretty! The way her drool spilled out her mouth, all gurgled and frothy. That lovely shade of blue she was starting to turn. The rabid fear that filled those eyes before they started to roll back — fuck even the pink undersides of her eyes were cute. He wondered what the backs of them, the optic nerves, looked like. He was sure they’d be adorable.
He couldn’t wait to see.
#TOMURA SHIRAGAKI#TOMURA SHIGARAKI X READER#SHIGARAKI#SHIGARAKI FANFIC#READER INSERT#SMUT#SHIGARAKI SMUT#QUIRKLESS AU#SPICE WRITES#MHA SMUT#BNHA SMUT#tw noncon#tw murder#tw abuse#dabi#touya todoroki#dabi x reader#touya todoroki x reader#dabi smut#dabi fanfic
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Touch starved prompt (I think?-), crying because of a hug, because it's such a nice and warm feeling to them and they love it so much, yet they never usually get one so their emotions just overflow
I'm not sure of characters here but possibly Dabihawks/Toukei since I could totally see Keigo reacting that way if Touya hugged him
eheheh i was actually talking about touchstarved the visual novel by red spring studio but i cannot refuse to doodle the precious UWU
#my art#doodle#dabihawks#touya#todoroki#hawks#takami#keigo#dabi#fanart#hotwings#comic#maybe i'll properly draw a nice version bc your prompt is absolutely precious#and i like my dabihawks fluffy with a bit of spice and hurt/comfort#sigh <3#prompts#request
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Slight spoilers for MHA season 5
So we all remember this moment from after Natsuo got kidnapped and Endeavor hugged Bakugo after everything was over?
What constitutes as old-man smell Bakugo?
Personally I'm assuming this guy smells like Old Spice because fuck it this is my headcanon and I do what I want, but please I want other people's thoughts on this. What the hell does Endeavor smell like??
#please this is so funny#nerd shit#funny#endeavor#mha bakugou#mha#my hero academia#bnha headcanons#enji todoroki#bakugou katsuki#old spice#natsuo todoroki
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DABI
BNHA/MHA
reference: Lee Changsun x Lee Changsun
#dabi is very much my main#i burn for him#all i truly want is his handprint burned on my ass cheek ◡̈#mha dabi#dabi#fanart#mha fanart#dabi todoroki#bnha dabi#dabi fanart#dirty spiced chai art#mha
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Summary: He shrugged off his coat, pushing the thought away and turning to hang up the coat by the door. Behind him, Dabi’s breath hitched, and he felt the corner of his lips tug up.
Gotcha.
Or:
Keigo's having a rough night. He knows exactly how to fix that.
#takami keigo#todoroki touya#dabi#bnha hawks#hawks#new fic alert#new fanfic alert#sage's fic#sage's fanfic#my fic#my fanfic#dabihawks#dabihawks fanfic#bnha fanfic#boku no hero academia#mha fanfic#hawks in a halter top#a backless halter top#a little bit of spice for your night#spicy#spicy dabihawks
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A Christmas to Remember
A Christmas To Remember (With Friends Like These, Who Needs Bad Memories?) by Lunar Spice
It was a week before Christmas And all through the dorm Not a creature was stirring Not a single form...
But that was because of the giant bombshell Todoroki had dropped on his classmates.
When Todoroki reveals that he's never celebrated Christmas, his friends take it upon themselves to make his first Christmas special, while reminding themselves how important the holiday is for them too.
Words: 1522, Chapters: 2/9, Language: English
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: Gen
Characters: Class 1-A, Todoroki Shouto, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor Mentioned, Satou Rikidou, Satou Rikidou's Father, Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Inko, Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Uraraka Ochako, Uraraka Ochako's Parents, Shinsou Hitoshi, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yaoyorozu Momo, Yaoyorozu Momo's Parents, Kaminari Denki
Relationships: Class 1-A & Todoroki Shouto, Minor or Background Relationship(s)
Additional Tags: Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Christmas, First Christmas, Christmas Presents, Food, Food as a Metaphor for Love, Pictures, Recipes, Todoroki Shouto is Bad at Feelings, Todoroki Shouto Needs a Hug, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor's Bad Parenting, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor Being An Asshole, Mentioned Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, Class 1-A Friendship
Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43683681
#AO3 Feed#FanFiction#AO3 Shouto#♠#Shouto Todoroki#Enji Todoroki#Izuku Midoriya#BNHA#❄️🔥#R:G#A:Lunar Spice
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Untouchable
[Katsuki Bakugo x Female!Reader]
Synopsis: When a classmate breaks a well-known rule within the dorm, you decide to take it upon yourself to “fix” the issue.
WC: 2863
Category: Mega Fluff, Kindhearted!Reader, Todoroki being an icon (like always 💅)
I don’t know about you guys, but writing for Bakugo is the single hardest thing I have ever done. He is SUCH a difficult character to get right 😭
I believe I did him justice, though 🙏🙏
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Kaminari had a death wish. That was the only logical explanation for why the electric blonde was currently in the common room with a shit-eating grin plastered to his face, along with a bowl of ramen that just so happened to belong to one Katsuki Bakugo.
Food was the one thing the explosive hero didn't joke around with, and the rest of Class 1-A was painfully aware of that fact. It was like a rule that had been ingrained into everyone's minds after spending any amount of time around the temperamental blonde.
Do not, under any circumstances, mess with Bakugo's food. Ever.
So the moment you had walked out of the kitchen and saw the familiar spice-infused soup in Kaminari's hands, you knew there was about to be a disaster. And that disaster was going to happen at the cost of the boy's life.
You were about to warn Kaminari when a familiar voice stopped you, its monotone quality giving away that it belonged to the heterochromatic hero. "Don't."
Todoroki shook his head at your concerned expression, a sigh leaving his lips. "It's not worth the effort; he'll learn the hard way. I would suggest standing back unless you want to get hit."
As if on cue, the sound of a bowl shattering against the floor echoed through the common room, and you flinched as bits of ramen and broth splattered your pants and shoes. You could only imagine what kind of mess it would have made if you had been standing any closer.
At the same time, Jiro sighed, plugging her ears as she muttered, "So much for getting some peace and quiet today."
Kaminari stood a few feet away from the mess, his entire body trembling in fear. He was too scared to move, frozen to the spot. His golden eyes were glued to the blonde standing before him, a murderous aura surrounding the ash-blonde.
"Bakugo, look, I can explain—"
The blonde's crimson eyes flashed in anger, and his face contorted into a feral snarl as he cut the electric user off. You couldn't stop the flinch that shook your body at the tone. "You... you..."
"It's just one bowl of ramen, dude! I'm sure you could easily make another one!" Kaminari exclaimed, waving his hands in front of his chest frantically. "I mean, come on, I know you love spicy food, but surely you're not that much of a monster that you'd kill me over it! Especially with something so mild as that!"
The room went silent, and Kaminari's words echoed in everyone's ears, but it only took Todoroki’s comment for the tension to change from fearful to downright chaotic.
"That was his last packet."
It was almost comical how fast the blood drained from Kaminari's face and how fast it returned a second later. The electric blonde gulped, a nervous laugh escaping him.
"B-Bakugo, listen—"
He was cut off again, this time by an explosion, which had been aimed right at his face. Thankfully, Bakugo missed on purpose, but the sound had been enough to startle everyone.
"You're so dead, Spark Plug!"
And thus began the chase, with Kaminari being chased around the room by an enraged Bakugo. Kaminari's screams of terror and Bakugo's threats and explosions filled the air, and everyone watched on in amusement.
Well, everyone except for Iida. He was chasing Bakugo, trying to calm the blonde down and yelling at him for using his quirk indoors, but his efforts were fruitless.
"Stop running around the room! You're going to destroy the furniture and break something!"
"I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU, DUNCE FACE! GET BACK HERE SO I CAN KICK YOUR ASS!"
Typical afternoon in the U.A. dorms.
After what felt like forever, the chaos eventually died down, with Bakugo calming down enough to sit and stew in his anger and Kaminari passing out from his quirk short-circuiting. You helped Iida clean up the mess that had been left behind, and everyone else returned to their activities.
But you felt bad for Bakugo. Yes, the blonde was a little intense and downright mean sometimes, but you knew what it felt like to crave something you didn't have. Especially when you physically buy that ‘something.' So, you decided to go out and get the angry Pomeranian a replacement packet.
Of course, given the fact that being empathetic was a common occurrence for you, the explosive hero wasn't at all surprised to see you walking toward the doors of the dorms with nothing but your wallet and a smile.
And he was not pleased.
"Where the hell do you think you're going?"
You stopped in your tracks, turning around to face the blonde, who had an unreadable expression on his face. Honestly, you were still shocked that he was still in his uniform, given he usually changes the moment he walks through the dorms. Not to mention, he even started wearing it properly, which was a feat in itself.
"Umm..."
"If you're about to say the damn store, I'll blow your ass to the moon," he threatened, and you couldn't help the frown that tugged at your lips.
"I'm just going to get you some more packets, okay? It's not a big deal," you said, your eyes softening. "I don't like seeing people upset, especially not over things that can easily be solved."
"Like hell, I'm upset!" He snapped, but the lack of bite in his voice gave him away.
You raised an eyebrow but kept your mouth shut. After knowing Bakugo for as long as you have, you've learned that the best way to deal with him is to keep your thoughts and opinions to yourself—at least, all thoughts and opinions about him.
"I'll be back in an hour, okay?" You said, offering him a kind smile. "Is there anything else you need?"
Something about the look in your eyes and the kindness in your voice was enough to make the blonde falter, his resolve slipping. He clicked his tongue and crossed his arms over his chest, a scowl on his face.
But, since he didn't respond, you figured that was all you were going to get from him. So, you turned back around and headed for the doors, intent on leaving.
You hadn't gotten very far, however, when the sound of the couch squeaking alerted you. You turned your head just in time to see Bakugo jump over the back of the sofa, his slacks making a thud sound as he landed, snatching his phone off the coffee table before he headed in your direction.
He grumbled something incoherent under his breath, causing you to tilt your head, but before you could say anything, your wrist was being grabbed, and the front door was opening.
"If we're gonna get the damn ramen, then I'm coming with. It's annoying when people come back with the wrong shit, so it's better to go myself."
"Oh," you hummed, not expecting him to follow you. You smiled up at him, and the scowl on his face deepened. "Well, alright, then. The more, the merrier."
Bakugo grunted in response, dropping his grip on your wrist so he could shove his hands into his pockets. "Just keep up, alright? I don't want to wait for your slow ass."
With that, the blonde walked out of the dorms, and you were quick to follow.
For those twenty minutes, you couldn’t help but be amazed at how quiet the walk to the store was. Normally, Bakugo was yelling at someone for one reason or another. Whether it was because they were stupid, slow, or a bunch of other reasons that seemed to only make sense in his head, he was never silent.
But, currently, it was different. Bakugo wasn't talking, or yelling, or grumbling, or doing any of the things he normally does. He wasn't even walking fast, keeping his pace slow just enough so you could keep up.
He didn’t have a scowl on his face, either. He wasn’t smiling, of course, which would actually terrify you if he was, but there also wasn’t a sign of irritation or anger on his face.
In fact, he was the most relaxed you had ever seen him, his muscles not as tense as usual, and his posture was straight, yet not rigid. And his crimson eyes seemed to have a hint of softness in them, something that you had never noticed before.
You were so lost in your thoughts that you hadn’t even realized that the two of you had arrived at the store until the ash-blonde had started walking through the automatic doors, not waiting for you to catch up.
Shaking your head, you hurried inside, quickly scanning the store for a sign that pointed to the aisle where the ramen packets were. Bakugo was a couple of feet ahead of you, with a look of indifference on his face as he followed the sign. However, he stopped once he reached the right aisle and turned around to look at you.
"Hurry it up, nerd," he growled, his impatience getting the better of him.
You rolled your eyes, a playful smile on your face. "I'm going, I'm going."
Bakugo didn't say anything as he turned back around and started walking through the aisles, and you were hot on his heels. Believe it or not, you were on a side mission, determined to not just grab the ramen for him.
He got distracted, and the two of you weren't in a hurry, so you went around and grabbed a few things that you knew your classmates had mentioned wanting. If you were going to take the time to go to the store, you might as well make it count.
After a few minutes, you ran into Bakugo, who had his arms full of different flavors of the ramen brand he liked. He took one singular glance at the contents of your basket and rolled his eyes.
"The hell are you getting all that shit for? I ain’t helping you carry anything."
"Well," you huffed, a pout on your face. He seemed to realize you were about to give him an entire speech because he immediately let out the most dramatic groan you had ever heard from him and began walking away.
You didn't care, though, and continued speaking, following him around the store.
"Well, I was just going to get the ramen and be done with it, but then I ran into Mina, who told me she was craving some 'chocolatey goodness,' which are her words, not mine," you explained, pulling out the package of chocolate-covered strawberries.
"Anyway, so, then I ran into Kirishima, who was complaining that there were no manly snacks in the pantry, and the last of his protein bars were eaten the other day, ironically also by Kaminari," you added, showing him the small box of protein bars. "So, I figured I'd get him some more and make sure Kaminari has his own snacks."
Bakugo groaned once more, still refusing to look at you. And, again, you ignored him and kept speaking.
"Also, Sero wanted more chips, and Koda was asking for some extra treats for the animals," you continued, showing him the chips and animal treats. "I didn't run into Midoriya, but he’s been awfully kind with his notes, so I'm pretty sure he would appreciate some gummies and pocky."
"Alright, I get it," Bakugo grumbled, a grimace on his face.
"Mineta also asked if I could grab him a new bag of limes, but I figured, after that little stunt he pulled in the changing room, that he doesn't deserve to have his gross habits indulged." You scoffed, trying to make a dramatic gesture but failing, given the items in your arms.
Bakugo paused in the middle of the aisle, turning around to finally face you, his arms still full. "You done?"
"Hey, you asked." You shrugged, a smile on your face. "I wasn't finished, though. Jiro wants more popcorn, Ojiro needs some more protein powder, Hagakure needs—"
"Is any of that shit even for you?" He cut you off, narrowing his eyes at you.
You pursed your lips and tilted your head. "No. Why?"
"You came all this way, wasting money on everyone else's crap, and didn't even think about grabbing shit for yourself?" He asked, his eyes narrowing further. "Are you stupid or something?"
"Um, well, no?" You answered although it came out as more of a question. "It's not a big deal. I was already going here, anyway."
Bakugo clicked his tongue, shaking his head. He walked forward and, without a word, dropped his armful of ramen onto your own. "Hold these."
Before you could protest, the ash-blonde walked past you and disappeared from view. Confused, you spun around and tried to follow him, but the sudden weight in your arms made it hard to move.
"Bakugo, wait up! I can't move!"
"Then stop moving, idiot." His voice was muffled by the shelves, and you couldn't tell where exactly he was. But, as if he had a sixth sense for things like this, Bakugo returned to the aisle, his arms full of random snack foods and drinks.
"What are you—"
"Shut up and follow me," he said, not letting you finish your sentence. You opened your mouth to speak, but a sharp glare from the blonde made you close it.
Bakugo led you through the aisles and dropped the items onto the conveyor belt, much to the surprise of the cashier. The young girl didn't dare comment on the large pile of utter junk food, however, and merely rang it all up, her eyes never leaving the screen.
Once the total came up, you pulled out your wallet to hand the girl the money, not wanting Bakugo to waste any of his own money on you, but the blonde snatched the bills from your fingers before you could pay.
"Hey, what—"
"I said, shut up." He clicked his tongue and turned away, his back facing you. You could hear the rustle of his pockets as he fished out his own wallet, and you were quick to shake your head.
"Bakugo, the whole point of me coming here was so I could pay. You were the one who got his last packet stolen, so I was supposed to be paying for the new one, and—"
"Do you ever shut the hell up?" Bakugo interrupted, his voice gruff. He didn't turn around to face you, but his tone was enough for you to shut up. "I don't give a shit about the money. It's my own damn fault for letting that dunce face near my food, anyway."
"But—"
"And it's not like I need the money," he added, pulling a couple of bills from his wallet and handing them to the cashier. "My parents are loaded. It's not a big deal."
Way to show off, Blasty.
But you knew better than to say that. Instead, you closed your mouth, your eyes softening. It didn't make sense to you, though, because not only was he buying his own replacement ramen, but he was also buying an abundance of junk food, which, while tasty, wasn't for him or you.
It's always about repaying the favor with him, but this was just... unnecessary.
"Thank you," you said instead, knowing that he would only get irritated if you kept protesting. "That was... unexpectedly nice of you."
"Don't make a big deal out of it," he grumbled, picking up a few of the bags. He handed them to you, and you struggled to balance the weight, but you didn't complain. "It was your fault for being too damn nice."
You blinked, not sure if you were supposed to take that as a compliment or an insult. Either way, you didn't say anything and merely nodded. Bakugo didn't spare you a second glance as he grabbed the rest of the bags and began walking toward the exit.
"You coming, or what?" He called out, not looking back at you.
A smile grew on your face, and despite him not even looking at you, something told you he could sense the happiness radiating from you. You hurried forward, struggling a bit to balance the bags in your arms and keep up with Mr. Grumps, but the smile didn't leave your face.
"So... does this mean we're friends now?"
"The hell? No!"
"I think we are, Blasty."
"Don't call me that." He narrowed his eyes at you, but you merely giggled.
"Would you rather it be Kacchan? Kaminari's been using that one a lot lately."
"Call me that, and I'll blast you into the fucking sun."
"Blasty it shall be, then."
Needless to say, the walk back to the dorms was the complete opposite of the walk to the store. But, just as the silence between the two of you was comfortable then, the bickering and teasing and overall playful nature of the conversation was comfortable now.
Bakugo would never admit it, and you knew better than to ask, but he didn't have a problem with the nickname or the new friendship that blossomed between the two of you.
And you didn't have a problem, either.
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Can I have some headcanons for Izuku, Katsuki, Shoto, and Tenya meeting a General Studies student, (1-C) and who’s personality is the embodiment of someone with their head in the clouds, just very relaxed and aloof and just in a permanent drunken sleep state.
(Also, Thank you for the spicy ramen scenario!.. It made me laugh so hard!.. With the League dying due to the spice, Kurogiri being a mom, and the ending with a young girl showing up a bunch of dangerous villains XD.)
Headcanon: Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugo, Shoto Todoroki, and Tenya Iida Meeting a Relaxed, Aloof General Studies Student
Izuku Midoriya
Izuku is instantly intrigued by your laid-back and dreamy nature. At first, he’s a bit confused by how relaxed and nonchalant you seem, especially when you don’t stress over the little things like he does.
He’s curious about how you function in school with such an aloof demeanor, so he starts observing you and jotting down notes on your behavior.
“How do they manage to stay so calm in stressful situations?!” he wonders, almost envious of your ability to not get flustered easily.
Izuku tries to strike up conversations with you, but he quickly realizes your responses are sometimes... delayed. You might trail off mid-sentence or get lost in your thoughts, and Izuku has to gently guide the conversation back.
Over time, he finds your presence calming and actually enjoys spending time with you because you remind him to take a step back and not overthink everything.
Katsuki Bakugo
Bakugo’s first reaction to your aloofness is pure annoyance. He can’t stand how you seem like you’re in a permanent daydream, and it drives him crazy.
“Oi! Wake the hell up and pay attention!” He probably yells at you more than necessary, thinking you’re just slacking off.
However, when he sees that your aloof nature doesn’t mean you’re incompetent, it throws him off. You're actually quite capable, just moving at your own pace. He grudgingly starts to respect you.
Bakugo tries to get a rise out of you with his usual brashness and insults, but when you just shrug or smile lazily, it leaves him speechless. “You’re not even gonna react?!?!”
Eventually, he learns to just let you be, realizing that nothing he says will get under your skin. He might even start finding your constant calmness a little admirable (not that he’d ever admit it).
Shoto Todoroki
Shoto doesn’t mind your aloof, relaxed attitude. In fact, he relates to it a bit. He’s not one to get overly emotional either, so your chill vibe doesn’t bother him.
He appreciates your company because you never pressure him to talk or react in a certain way. You both can sit in comfortable silence, and he likes that you’re not overly talkative or demanding.
Shoto finds your dreamy, “head in the clouds” personality oddly fascinating. He might ask you questions about how you stay so carefree, genuinely wanting to know your secret to avoiding stress.
Occasionally, he’ll catch you zoning out, and he’ll subtly snap you back to attention with a quiet, “You’re drifting again.”
He finds your aloofness refreshing. It’s a change from the more intense personalities around him, and he might even start adopting some of your relaxed mindset during calmer moments.
Tenya Iida
Tenya is baffled by your carefree attitude. As someone who thrives on structure and discipline, your constant relaxed state throws him off completely.
He’s initially worried that you’re slacking or not taking your studies seriously, and he feels the need to correct your behavior. “You should be more focused! This is an important time in your academic career!”
When he realizes that despite your aloofness, you’re still doing just fine in your classes, Tenya is confused but impressed. He tries to understand how you balance being so laid-back while staying competent.
Tenya becomes determined to make you “wake up” a bit and focus more on your surroundings, often lecturing you in his usual intense manner. You, of course, just smile and nod, which leaves him both exasperated and slightly amused.
Over time, he softens around you, realizing your personality is just different from his. He might still give you friendly reminders to focus, but he’ll start to appreciate how calm you are, especially when he’s feeling stressed.
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Masterlist
#izuku midoriya#mha midoriya#bnha midoriya#midoriya x reader#bakugo katsuki x reader#mha izuku#izuku x reader#mha deku#deku x reader#bakugo x reader#bakugou headcanons#todoroki x reader#shoto todoroki x reader#iida x reader#tenya x reader#tenya iida x reader#my hero academia x reader#mha iida#mha x reader#bakugou katsuki x reader
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My Hero Academia | Masterlist
Requests are open if there's a character or scenario you'd like to see; don't be a stranger! Getting back into my writing groove and welcome any ideas~ I'm partial to the heroes solely out of familarity, but open to other characters as well, just listed some of my personal faves below..
completed asks/requested fics = *
For my main masterlist with other fandoms, check em out here~
((banners courtesy of the lovely saradika-graphics))
Katsuki Bakugou
Backpack Privileges - biker!reader Tuning Out, Tuning In - biker!reader Look Up, Darlin' - biker!reader You're It For Me - biker!reader Meal Prep | 18+ - biker!reader Unsee - biker!reader For Your Eyes Only | 18+ - biker!reader * WIP: biker!reader ask... - biker!reader Do It Scared * Uncanny Resemblance * HC: Phantom Spasms
Izuku Midoriya
Let's Heal Each Other When Asking Feels Right Reheat HC: Reheat Origins * Tagalong | 18+ish Runner's High | 18+ Alexa, Play... HC: Married!Izuku * HC: Married!Izuku SPICE | 18+ * HC: Phantom Spasms
Eijiro Kirishima
Settle, Riot HC: Phantom Spasms
Hitoshi Shinsou
HC: Phantom Spasms
Shoto Todoroki
Kissproof Tired Eyes
Tamaki Amajiki
HC: Phantom Spasms
Toshinori Yagi | Allmight
TBD
Shouta Aizawa | Eraserhead
How'd You Know (I Needed This) Learn By Doing
Hizashi Yamada | Present Mic
TBD
Keigo Takami | Hawks
Goldeneye Down Flip of a Switch | 18+ The Bet The Bet (Hawks' Version) | 18+
Taishiro Toyomitsu | Fat Gum
TBD
#mha fanfiction#bnha fanfiction#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#mha#bnha#katsuki bakugo x reader#izuku midoriya x reader#eijiro kirishima x reader#hitoshi shinsou x reader#shoto todoroki x reader#toshinori yagi x reader#shouta aizawa x reader#hizashi yamada x reader#taishiro toyomitsu x reader#keigo takami x reader#katsuki x reader#izuku x reader#kirishima x reader#shinsou x reader#todoroki x reader#aizawa x reader#toshinori x reader#hizashi x reader#keigo x reader#hawks x reader#fat gum x reader
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So, i made a discord...
It's called the Server of Villains!
A place for villain-loving, smut-reading, wanting-to-make-friends adults can come together and share our mutual love of MHA villains and the problematic fanfics we love to throw them in. 😁
A few things to no before joining in the fun:
This is an 18+ server. No kiddies allowed, sorry not sorry.
This will be a problematic content-friendly server. Extreme and explicit content will be restricted to certain channels, but light dub-con discussions will be allowed in main channels as well.
This is NOT a spoiler-free server. Manga, anime, movies, and spin-offs are all free game for discussion.
With all that in mind, I welcome you all to join me in nerdy debauchery and silliness in the Server of Villains!
#spice chats#league of villains#tomura shigaraki#shigaraki tomura#touya todoroki#todoroki touya#dabi#shuichi iguchi#iguchi shuichi#atsuhiro sako#sako atsuhiro#jin bubaigawara#bubaigawara jin#himiko toga#toga himiko#mha fanfiction#bnha fanfiction#smut
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BNHA CHARACTERS X GN! READER; - how they would act with a foreign s/o headcanons﹗
﹗warnings: none, pure fluff! :D
a/n: not proof read! Sorry if it's a little repetitive! Requests are open if you want pt 2 with other characters or fandoms :D
includes: Katsuki Bakugou, Shoto Todoroki, Hanta Sero, Denki Kaminari
Katsuki Bakugou:
definitely learns how to cook typical foods from your country
calls you dumbass if you mess up a sentence in japanese
likes to correct your pronunciation and grammar
if you typically eat a lot of spicy foods in your country, you two will challenge each other on who eats the most spice
he likes when you speak in your language
he told you he wanted to learn your language with the excuse that it would make him a better hero
but he wants to learn it because he is just nosy
specially after hearing you saying his name during a call with your family, and not understanding what you told them about him
you told him that if he wanted to know, he would have to learn your language
he obviously takes that as a challenge and learns a lot very quickly (and he's unsurprisingly good too)
Shoto Todoroki:
would be eager to help you learn japanese
he would surprise you by learning your language too
asks you to cook your favorite typical meals for him to try
if you were feeling homesick, he would search online and buy you a bunch of your country’s typical candy
gets embarassed when you catch him listening to podcasts to learn your language
he's like super proud of having a foreign s/o
he will bring the fact that you're from another country every chance he gets
when he brings you to meet his family, he's mortified when his father asks something stupid/stereotypical about your country
when you started dating, one of the first things he asked you was the cultural differences when dating in your country
just to make sure you were on the same page, and also to take into account important gestures that would be meaningful for you
Sero Hanta:
he would compliment you and use pet names in your language
he watched a tik tok of “trying typical candy from my s/o’s country!” and immediately asked you to do it
starts to listen to music in your language!
often asks you to teach him some phrases in your language, but gets frustrated when he just can’t get a grasp on the pronunciation
duolingo is secretly his best friend
admires you for knowing more than one language
would buy anything related to your country and gift it to you,
he sees a postcard at the store with a photo from your country? he buys it; he sees a fridge magnet from your contry? he gets it; he sees a turism magazine with 'top 10 places to visit this year' and your country's name on it, he's already checking out with it
he just wants to make you feel at home with him too
constantly checks on you to make sure you're not homesick
Denki Kaminari:
asks you A LOT about your country, specially the differences between where you are from and where you live now
he’s like a kid, always grabbing random stuff and asking “how do call… in your country?”
begs you to teach him how to curse in you language
probably tries to learn how to dance to music from your country
when you facetime your family he likes to greet them with the three words you have taught him
celebrates your important national festivities with you
he starts to follow and watch entertainment content in your language, claiming he starts to understand it (he does not)
everytime you cook something from your country, he asks you to make some for him too
claims that your voice and personality change when you speak in your language
#bnha x reader#mha x reader#bnha headcanons#mha headcanons#katsuki x reader#katsuki bakugo x reader#denki x reader#denki kaminari x reader#sero hanta x reader#sero x reader#shoto x reader#shoto todoroki x reader
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am I..a bkdk shipper? Yes. Now here’s some headcanons cuz fuck the hyper fixation is crazy right now.
BKDK HEADCANONS
Izuku definitely steals the blanket while Katsuki hogs the bed.
Katsuki probably worked in a barber shop (because he was def the type to be like “not my money but my parents’ money”, so he made some of his own) OR learned how to do a bit of hair from Best Jeanist— Izuku’s hair grows really fast, so Katsuki will always be the one to trim it and make up an excuse like “You seriously gonna pay that much money for a fucking trim?”
Their typical dates isn’t everyone’s ‘typical dates’— they totally prefer extreme sports or like physical activities as dates.
Izuku sleeps late but wakes up early and can survive with only 3-4hrs of sleep. Katsuki sleeps early but doesn’t wake up as early because he needs exactly 8hrs to even 10hrs of sleep.
Izuku can’t style himself FOR SHIT. So Katsuki’s always picking clothes out for him.
They can both cook and either take turns cooking for each other or cook together. Katsuki would make Izuku cut the vegetables while he seasons the meat.
Izuku is amazing at baking and Katsuki is lowkey a sweet tooth.
Katsuki has like amplified and enhanced taste buds (LITERALLY CANON IM PRE SURE) and can literally taste when there’s something missing. Izuku’s cooking can sometimes come out bland but he always makes sure Katsuki is taste testing.
Katsuki’s high spice tolerance is slowly rubbing off on Izuku to the point that he’s the only one that can keep up with Katsuki. He even catches himself lowkey craving something spicy (honestly so real cuz like me too).
Katsuki is a neat freak which means his quite minimalistic but the his decor is exquisite. Izuku is a chaotic neat freak which means his got so many stuff (AM merch…) but they’re all properly organised and cleaned.
LITERALLY KATSUKI’S PARENTS DYNAMIC.
They can’t flirt for shit— yes I’m all for Izuku’s sassiness but I just know he can’t with Katsuki. And vice versa. So their flirting consists of eye contacts and awkward laughs/smiles. (“OMG HE MADE EYE CONTACT WITH ME FOR 5 SECONDS. DOES THAT MEAN HE’S ASKING ME OUT?!”— Izuku, probably) (“He smiled at me. Fuck, what do I do?!”— Katsuki, probably)
Izuku’s a freak, I just know. Not like freak~, as in FREEAAK. He def read some Y/N x reader fanfics…and Katsuki lowkey indulged in some ship fanfics too. Izuku definitely wrote some and Katsuki may or may not have read them without knowing (I READ A FIC ABOUT THIS BEFORE).
Katsuki has a 10 step skincare routine (despite having amazing skin genes) whereas Izuku just splashes his face with cold water and calls it a day.
Spa night in Katsuki’s room surely (the girls definitely included obviously).
Katsuki is so act of service and gifts and Izuku is so words of affirmation and physical touch. Both are quality time.
Hardcore gossipers. Both so nosy as fuck honestly (def gossips about the Todoroki Fam Drama 😭)
Katsuki texts with long paragraphs and Izuku sends individual texts.
Izuku is an avid emoticon user and Katsuki uses emojis.
Izuku’s an android user and Katsuki’s an apple user.
…And I think that’s it! (for now…) I definitely have more stored up in my brain but it hasn’t seeped into yet.
#mha#my hero academia#bkdk#bakudeku#bakugou katsuki#izuku midoriya#bhna#dkbk#katsudeku#headcanon#mha bkdk#mha dkbk
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Happy birthday to you! More Bakugo being not-a-total-jerk against his will (+ partners 👀), please and thank you!
a continuation of 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20
Bakugo wakes up to Todoroki making breakfast and Deku holding a cup of coffee under his nose. He groans, reaching for it blindly, and remembers at the last second to sit up before drinking unless he wants to pour scalding hot coffee all over himself.
"You ate my pasta," Todoroki says, eyes narrowed.
Bakugo flips him off as he stumbles to the kitchen table, finishing the coffee off in two long swallows. "Die mad about it."
Deku snorts before taking his cup and refilling it before handing it back. Bakugo sips this one at a more sedate pace.
"Will you at least put on a shirt?" he wheedles.
"Toss me one," he answers. He usually keeps a couple sets of clothing at their place for specifically this reason, but the he keeps forgetting to bring them back and now he's reduced to stealing. Which wouldn't be so bad if it was Deku's clothes, but now he's got to walk home in Todoroki's. He's broader than Todoroki is too, but the shirt at least sort of fits.
~
Kirishima sees that Katsuki is trending and assumes it's due to whatever fight had him crashing at Midoriya's last night. He swipes over to the hashtag and clicks on the first article.
He reads the headline once, reads it twice, then again for good measure before saying quietly, "Oh boy."
DEKU AND ICYHOT SPICING UP RECENTLY REVEALED MARRIAGE WITH LONG TIME FRIEND DYNAMIGHT?
There's several pictures of Katsuki leaving Midoriya and Todoroki's in clothes that Todoroki has unfortunately been photographed in before.
Whoever let this run hadn't taken Katsuki's threats about blackmail seriously and they really, really should have.
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Learning to belong ~ poly!MHA x fem!Reader
This is my first fic ever, I really like poly fic and we never have enough of them, especially a/b/o poly fic with a beta/alpha reader. I am so tired of omega!reader x alpha!character.
I will be honest, i have a terrible memory so i don’t remember everything about MHA and the characters, so they will mainly be depicted as my interpretation of them (don’t jump me if they are ooc). I will be trying to keep the reader’s appearance vague but I do see reader as woc (specifically black woman)
tags: aged-up characters ; Pack! Izuku Midoriya X Bakugo Katsuki X Shoto Todoroki X Kirishima Eijirou ; Omega!Izuku Midoriya ; Omega!Bakugo Katsuki ; Omega!Shoto Todoroki ; Omega!Kirishima Eijirou ; technically Beta!Reader ; modern Au ; post-UA ; Reader has a quirk ; non hero!Reader ; eventually smut
Your first heartbreak came when you presented as a Beta. Growing up, you had always longed for the kind of perfect love your parents shared—an alpha and omega perfect bond. But no one expects or wants their child to present as a Beta. Though the notion that Betas are anomalies or dysfunctional is outdated, society is still built by and for Alphas and Omegas. Betas, they say, are never anyone’s true mate. Often considered the least desirable partners, they typically marry each other.
Many believe Betas are incapable of experiencing the deep, passionate love that Alphas and Omegas do. They can’t soothe with their pheromones or detect the subtle emotional shifts of their mates. In a world where Omegas smell like ripe strawberries ready to burst with sweetness and Alphas carry a warm, intoxicating scent of amber and spices, Betas seem to fade into the background with their dull scents.
So, you never expected to catch the attention of one of Japan’s most famous packs. Despite it being everything you ever fantasized about, a lifetime of solitude has left you a misfit, struggling to belong, even while yearning for the warmth and connection of a pack.
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I’m aware that the synopsis didn’t really focus on MHA and the characters, but I think it’s a nice way to show my plans for this fic. I haven’t written the first chapters yet because I wanted to see if some people would be curious enough to like this post.
Regardless I will be writing it, just don’t expect regular updates. I am terrible with deadlines 😭
Criticisms are always welcome !!
Big thank you to @cafekitsune who made the beautiful dividers !!
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A Date To Remember
What would Kirishima, Bakugo, Todoroki, Izuku, and Kaminari plan to do on their date with you?
Gender Neutral
English is not my first language, I apologize for any mistakes.
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Warnings: none, just fluff.
Shoto Todoroki
As you and Shoto stepped onto the ice rink, the crisp winter air filled with laughter and the sound of skates gliding over the ice created an enchanting atmosphere. He took your hands, his warm grip providing a sense of security as he guided you along the surface. A few moments in, you lost your balance slightly, and before you knew it, his hands instinctively found their way to your waist, steadying you. Both of you erupted into a fit of quiet laughter in shock, cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and joy, hearts racing at the unexpected closeness.
As you glided across the ice rink, Shoto held your waist gently, guiding you through the movements with surprising steadiness. His breath caught slightly in his throat as he felt the warmth of your presence so close to him. “Um… I wanted to say something,” he began, his voice barely rising above the sound of skates gliding on ice. A nervous flutter danced in his stomach, and he glanced away, his cheeks tinged with a soft pink. “I admire how fearless you are… even on the ice.” He hesitated, struggling to find the right words. “It’s really inspiring. I know I’m not very good at expressing… emotions,” he admitted, his gaze finally meeting yours with earnest intensity. “But I really like you a lot.” The honesty in his voice hung in the air, and the sincerity of his compliment made the moment feel all the more special as you grew flustered and smiled at him sweetly, the ice beneath your feet echoing with the joy of the moment.
After a fun-filled hour of skating, you retreated to a nearby café for hot chocolate, the rich warmth of the drinks providing comfort against the cold. You chatted and exchanged stories, your hands wrapped around the mugs as you walked side by side, savoring the sweet moment. But as you finished your drinks, an idea sparked in your mind. With a playful grin, you scooped up a handful of snow and playfully tossed it at him.
He barely had time to react before you unleashed a flurry of snowballs, each one finding its mark with surprising precision. The last one hit him square in the face, and you couldn’t help but burst into laughter as he stood there, snow cascading down his cheeks. Shoto blinked in disbelief, his usual stoic expression softening into a sheepish grin as he shook off the snow, realizing he’d underestimated your aim. “Okay, you win this round!” he said, not being able to hide the laughter lacing his voice as the two of you began a lighthearted chase, making memories that would warm your hearts long after the winter chill faded.
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Katsuki Bakugo
As you and Katsuki Bakugo settled into the bustling restaurant, the spicy aroma of ramen wafted through the air, making your stomach rumble with excitement. The atmosphere was lively, filled with the chatter of patrons and the clattering of bowls, but your eyes were drawn to a vibrant sign that announced a spicy ramen challenge. It boasted that many brave souls had tried and failed to conquer the inferno of flavors served in an impossibly large bowl. Bakugo's gaze narrowed, and his eyes lit up with mischief. “Pfft, this is nothing. Watch me crush this challenge!” he declared, smirking at you with a confidence that only he could muster.
When the colossal bowl of ramen was placed in front of him, Bakugo wasted no time diving in. The first bite was explosive; the moment the spicy broth hit his tongue, he froze, his bravado cracking just slightly. With each subsequent bite, though, it became increasingly clear that he had underestimated the spice level. You sat across from him, a mix of amusement and concern swirling within you as you watched him try to appear unfazed.
He muttered curses under his breath, each one more colorful than the last. “Damn it, this isn’t even that bad!” he exclaimed, but the way his voice cracked slightly betrayed his struggle. You couldn’t help but laugh, and he shot you an annoyed glance, which only made you laugh harder.
Determined not to back down, Bakugo pushed through the spice, shoveling more noodles into his mouth with relentless fervor.As he reached the final bites, a triumphant grin spread across his face; he had completed the challenge! But the moment you pointed out the tears streaming down his cheeks, he snapped back with, “I’m not crying! My eyes are just sweating!” He fanned himself dramatically with the menu, the absurdity of the situation sending you into fits of laughter.
Bakugo couldn’t help but join in, a genuine small smile breaking through his initial frustration, even as he fought through the lingering heat.
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Denki Kaminari
Kaminari led you into the arcade, the bright lights and sounds buzzing around you. As you teamed up for a co-op game, his excitement was infectious, but you could also sense a hint of nervousness beneath his animated demeanor. He got so caught up in the fun that he accidentally shocked the machine, causing it to go haywire. The lights blinked wildly, and nearby players burst into laughter. Kaminari's cheeks flushed as he shot you a sheepish smile, clearly embarrassed but trying to play it off.
After the chaos settled, he insisted on showing off his skills at the claw machine. He concentrated hard, but every time he tried, the claw barely managed to grab anything, leaving you both in fits of laughter. “You really don’t have to impress me, you know,” you said, a playful smile on your lips. “I like you just the way you are.”
Kaminari’s expression softened, and he scratched the back of his head, looking a bit shy. “Yeah, but I really like you a lot,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t want to mess this up.”
You stepped a little closer, meeting his gaze. “You’re not going to mess anything up, Kaminari. Just be yourself. I’m having a great time with you, and that’s all that matters.” His nervous energy seemed to ease, replaced by a hint of relief as he nodded, a small smile breaking through.
With that reassurance, you both decided to grab some pizza to-go. As you settled in at home, sharing slices and recounting the day’s antics, the atmosphere felt warm and comfortable. Kaminari laughed at your retelling of his arcade mishaps, his previous nerves melting away. In those moments, surrounded by the glow of the evening and the easy rhythm of conversation, you knew that whatever happened next, you were both ready to figure it out together.
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Izuku Midoriya
Izuku led you through the park, a sense of excitement and nervousness radiating from him. As you rounded a bend, you were met with a charming sight: a cozy dome-like tent adorned with fairy lights, softly glowing against the backdrop of the late afternoon sky. Inside, a small table was set up with plush pillow seats and a beautiful arrangement of flowers at the center, all paired with two picnic baskets filled with your favorite foods. Your heart swelled at the thought he put into this surprise. He fumbled slightly as he gestured for you to sit down, a shy smile playing on his lips. “I—I hope you like it! I brought your favorite drink,” he stammered, handing you a cup. “And, um, I made sure to include everything you love.”
His enthusiasm was palpable as he rambled about the food items, detailing each one with such earnestness that you couldn’t help but giggle at how endearing he was. As you settled, the two of you began to share stories about your quirks, but the compliments came pouring out from him. “You really are amazing,” he said, his gaze fixed on you, eyes sparkling with admiration. You felt a rush of warmth at his words, and with a smile, you replied, “Well, I could say the same about you, Izuku. You put so much thought into this, and it’s perfect.” The moment those words left your lips, his face turned bright red, and he looked down at the ground, unable to hide his shy smile. Just then, a gentle breeze picked up, nearly sending the tent flying, but Izuku managed to catch it just in time, pulling it back down with a startled laugh. “That was a close call!” you exclaimed, your eyes wide in shock. His flustered expression at the near disaster made you giggle again, the playful atmosphere easing the nervous energy that lingered between you. As the sun began to set and fireflies danced around you, you both continued to talk and laugh, sharing dreams and aspirations while wrapped in the cozy ambiance of the tent.
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Eijiro Kirishima
Kirishima surprised you with a day at the beach, complete with everything packed for a romantic getaway. He had even rented a charming villa for the night, setting the perfect mood for your adventure together. As soon as you arrived, he urged you to join him for a game of volleyball, his excitement contagious. The two of you quickly fell into a playful competition, laughter echoing across the sand as he expertly spiked the ball, managing to win the match. You pretended to be grumpily mad, crossing your arms and puffing out your cheeks in a mock sulk. But Kirishima wasn’t having any of it—he launched a tickle attack, and you burst into laughter, unable to keep up the act.
In a burst of playful energy, you darted toward the water, your laughter ringing out as Kirishima chased after you.He caught up to you, splashing you with cool waves that sent both of you squealing. You took turns pushing each other over, each attempt filled with giggles and friendly taunts, but before you knew it, Kirishima scooped you up in his arms. With a bright yet mischievous grin, he fell backward into the water, pulling you down with him. After what felt like hours of splashing and playing around, Kirishima led you back to shore, where he had set up a cozy bonfire. The warm glow of the flames flickered as he arranged a platter filled with everything you needed to make s’mores. “I hope you’re ready for the best s’mores of your life,” he said, his eyes sparkling with excitement.
You quickly went and fetched beverages from the villa, you felt a flutter of joy at how well he had planned everything. When you returned, you find him already roasting marshmallows, the golden brown edges perfectly caramelized. Enjoying the sweet treats as you snuggle under a blanket, you watched as the sun dipped below the horizon, with the gentle sound of waves lapping against the shore and the crackling of the fire, the moment felt magical. You shared stories about your dreams for the future, and even a few silly memories from your childhood. Kirishima listened intently, his expression filled with admiration as he encouraged you to keep talking. With each passing moment, the night is filled with laughter, warmth, and the promise of many more adventures to come.
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Can u do jealous shoto nsfw? but if ur not comfortable with that u can js do fluff I dont mindddd‼️
-> oh yes ofc! a btc been waitin fa this one 😝 sorry for the late reply, baby. school really been kicking ts outta my ass so i been a lil busy 😟 plus my chromebook literally stopped working so i haven’t been able to write yall 😭 BUT a promise is a promise! i hope you enjoy this my love 💗
As the sun dipped low in the sky, casting a warm glow over the bustling city streets, you and your boyfriend strolled hand-in-hand, your hearts filled with the giddy excitement of new love. You both had only started dating a few years ago, but the honeymoon phase was still in full swing. Every moment together felt like a whirlwind of passion and discovery.
You two decided to take a break from your usual routine and visit a quaint café nestled in the heart of the city. Its cozy atmosphere and soft jazz music provided the perfect backdrop for an intimate conversation. As you settled into a corner booth, you noticed a familiar face across the room. It was an old friend from high school, someone you hadn't seen in years.
"Hey, is that my friend?" You exclaimed, your eyes lighting up with recognition.
Todoroki, with his stoic demeanor, followed your gaze. His heterochromic eyes narrowed slightly as he observed the man. Your friend was tall and charming, with a playful smile that could light up any room.
"Yeah, I geuss so," Todoroki replied, his voice calm and composed. "You two know each other?"
You couldn't contain your excitement as you reminisced about the good old days. "Oh, we go way back! We were close friends in school. I haven't seen him in ages!"
Todoroki's expression remained neutral, but a hint of possessiveness crept into his voice. "I see. And what brings him here?"
Before you could respond, your friend had already spotted you and was making his way over with a broad grin. "Well, well, if it isn't my long-lost friend! You look even more stunning than I remember!"
You blushed at the compliment, feeling a rush of nostalgia. The two friends embraced warmly, laughing as they caught up on the years that had passed. Todoroki, ever the composed gentleman, sat back and observed the reunion.
As the conversation flowed, you and your companion reminisced about old times, shared jokes, and laughed uncontrollably. Todoroki's gaze grew more intense, his jealousy simmering just beneath the surface. He wasn’t used to sharing your attention, especially with a man as charismatic as him.
"So, what brings you two lovebirds out today?" he asked, his eyes darting between you and Todoroki.
You giggled, feeling a bit embarrassed. "Just a casual date. We're enjoying the city and each other's company."
He winked playfully. "Ah, the honeymoon phase. Enjoy it while it lasts. But remember, variety is the spice of life!"
Todoroki's jaw clenched ever so slightly at the suggestion, his stoicism momentarily slipping. "We're quite content with our arrangement, thank you."
You sensed the tension between the two men and decided to steer the conversation in a different direction. "So, what have you been up to all these years? Last I heard, you were traveling the world."
As the café buzzed with laughter and chatter, Todoroki's jealousy simmered like a pot about to boil over. He watched as you and your old pal engaged in playful banter, your laughter filling the air. The sight of your joy with another man ignited a fire within him—a possessive desire to remind you that you were his and his alone.
The conversation flowed effortlessly, and before you knew it, hours had passed. You and him exchanged contact information, promising to catch up more often. As your friend bid his farewells, Todoroki stood, his tall frame exuding an air of silent authority.
"Let's head home, my love," he said, his voice a low, husky whisper. "I think a punishment is in order."
You, intrigued by his sudden intensity, followed Todoroki out of the café, your heart racing with anticipation. The walk back to your shared apartment was filled with unspoken tension, the air crackling with electricity.
Upon entering your cozy sanctuary, he wasted no time. He pulled you close, his strong arms wrapping around your waist. His lips found yours in a hungry kiss, demanding and possessive. You melted into his embrace, your body responding to his unspoken claim.
"You are mine," he growled against your mouth, his breath hot on your skin. "And I intend to remind you of that fact."
His hands roamed freely, exploring your curves with a sense of urgency. He traced the outline of your breasts through your dress, his thumbs grazing your hardening nipples. You moaned into his mouth, your body yearning for more.
Todoroki's fingers deftly unbuttoned your dress, revealing your luscious curves. His eyes darkened with desire as he feasted upon your beauty. He pushed the dress off your shoulders, letting it pool at your feet, leaving you standing before him in nothing but your lingerie.
"So beautiful," he whispered, his voice thick with lust. "But I want all of you."
He guided you towards the bedroom, his hands never leaving your body. As you reached the bed, Todoroki pushed you gently onto the soft sheets, his eyes burning with intensity.
"Spread your legs for me," he commanded, his voice low and raspy.
You complied, your heart pounding with anticipation. His gaze fixed on your exposed pussy, wet and glistening with desire. He knelt between your thighs, his breath hot against your sensitive skin.
"I'm going to show you who you belong to," he murmured, his fingers tracing your folds, eliciting a soft moan from your lips.
Todoroki's skilled fingers danced over your clit, teasing and tantalizing. He slid two fingers inside your dripping wetness, curling them to find your sweet spot. You arched your back, pushing against his hand, pleading for more.
"Please, Sho," you begged, your voice breathless. "I need more."
With deliberate slowness, he added a third finger, stretching you, filling you with a delicious fullness. His thumb continued to work your clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.
"You like that, don't you?" he growled, his voice a mix of pleasure and dominance. "Feeling my fingers deep inside you, claiming what's mine."
You could barely form a coherent response, your body trembling on the edge of release. "Yes, yes, I do," you managed to whisper.
Todoroki's fingers quickened their pace, his thumb applying firm pressure to your clit. Your body tightened, every nerve ending tingling with anticipation.
"Cum for me, my love," he urged, his breath hot on your neck. "Let me feel you come around my fingers."
His words were like a trigger, sending you over the edge. Your back arched off the bed as a powerful orgasm ripped through you. You cried out, your body trembling uncontrollably as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you.
Todoroki didn't stop, continuing to fuck you with his fingers as your orgasm subsided. He wanted to prolong your pleasure, to imprint the memory of his possession deep within you.
As your body calmed, Todoroki withdrew his fingers, leaving you breathless and satisfied. He climbed onto the bed, his eyes smoldering with desire.
"Now, it's my turn," he said, his voice filled with hunger.
He stripped off his clothes, revealing his chiseled physique. His cock, hard and throbbing, stood erect, ready to claim you once more.
"I want to feel you around me," he growled, positioning himself at your entrance.
You eagerly spread your legs, inviting him in. Todoroki thrust forward, filling you with one smooth motion. Your bodies moved in perfect harmony, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through you.
"Yes, take me," you moaned, your nails digging into his back. "Fuck me, Sho!."
He complied, his hips moving in a steady rhythm, each stroke hitting your sweet spot. His hands gripped your hips, guiding him deeper with each thrust. Your bodies glistened with sweat, the scent of sex filling the air.
At this point, he didn’t care about the events that happened beforehand. You felt too fuckin’ unreal. "You feel so fucking good," he grunted, his breath coming in short gasps. "Tight and warm around me."
You matched his rhythm, your body moving in sync with his. The pleasure built, intensifying with every stroke. Todoroki's cock, slick with your juices, slid effortlessly in and out, driving you both closer to the brink.
"I'm close," you whispered, your voice hoarse with desire. "I want to cum with you."
Todoroki's eyes flashed with determination. "Together, my love. Cum with me."
He quickened his pace, his body tensing as he neared his release. You felt his cock swell inside you, and with a few final, powerful thrusts, he came, filling you with his hot cum. The sensation sent you over the edge, your body convulsing in a powerful orgasm, milking every last drop from his throbbing shaft.
You lay entwined, your hearts racing and your bodies glistening with sweat. Todoroki's punishment was fulfilled, and you were left in no doubt as to whom you belonged to.
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