Word Count:2110

Fluff, Humor, Fantasy AU, Barbarian!Bakugo, Dragon!Kirishima

Summary:While out on a hunting trip, barbarian Katsuki Bakugo comes across a dragon egg. His attempts to cook it, however, lead to him hatching the thing! And now the darn thing won’t leave him alone!

Howdy! Here is my story for the Barbarian Bakugo Reverse Mini-Bang! Please check out my partner’s awesome art as well! :) 

The thick layer of dead leaves and soil crunched under Katsuki’s boots. He was crouched slightly, his finger resting on the red fletching of the arrow that was knocked in his bow. His steps were slow and deliberate, aimed for the patches of forest floor that had the least amount of twigs and dried leaves. He knew these hunting trails so well that he didn’t even need to look as he crept along, his gaze instead fixated on the oblivious deer grazing a dozen yards away. 

Katsuki approached as close as he dared before halting. He slowly sank into a firing stance, one knee pressed to the cool, damp earth. He brought the bow up and pulled the arrow back, the string stretching to its limits as his bulging arm muscles pulled it with practiced strength. The tip of the arrow did not quiver a bit as he took aim at the animal. He inhaled, then exhaled. 

The air rang with the sharp thwang! of the arrow being released. The deer jerked, startled at the sound. But it barely had time to escape the shrill whistle of the arrow before it punched into its side, burying itself into its flesh. The deer let out a strangled scream before its legs buckled and it collapsed in a heap. All was still except for the pollen and dust now swirling in the place where it had serenely stood, but the little particles would soon join it in its stillness, too. 

With a snort, Katsuki stood. He secured the bow onto his back while he stomped over to the corpse. His crimson eyes roved over its form, and then he gave himself an approving nod. A fine buck, with mounds of rippling meat. It would feed his village well. 

But I spent too long hunting, he thought, tipping back his head to squint up at the forest canopy. Though the sun could not be seen through the thick blanket of emerald leaves, he knew that the sun was growing low based on the golden hue of the light streaming through the gaps. He wouldn’t make it even halfway to the village before night fell and the true beasts came out to play. It was better he made camp; it would be easier to defend his prize in one place, with the benefit of flickering flame to dissuade the more cowardly predators. 

As he hauled the deer’s carcass onto his shoulders, he caught the barest gleam of light out of the flicker of his eye. He immediately followed it, craning his head despite his hunched position, to his left. And there it was—a large ruby-red egg resting in a hollow beneath a bush, the fading sunlight playing over its smooth surface. It seemed the deer’s spasming legs had disturbed it, as it was lying on its side, the nest of leaves on which it had been resting now scattered about. 

The deer’s elegant, bony horns scoured lines in the detritus as Katsuki hauled it over to the bush. He lunged down to scoop the egg up, cradling it in one big hand as he held it up to the light. It really was a pretty thing, like a giant ruby. 

Too bad that Katsuki was going to crack it open and eat it. 

Katsuki tracked his way back to a clearing that the tribesmen often used to make camp when the sun crept too close to the horizon for their liking. He deposited the deer next to the fallen log that would serve as his seat for the evening, then set about picking up loose twigs and branches around the camp to make a campfire. He was strangely possessive of the egg, holding it close to his chest as he went about his business. It almost seemed more alive than an egg should be… It pulsed in his hand with a thrumming heartbeat and radiated a gentle warmth. But that could only be his imagination, right? 

He dumped the branches into the charred circle of earth encircled by stones, the evidence of countless fires past. After building up a warm, crackling fire, he arranged some thicker branches over it to serve as a scaffolding. He then gripped the egg between his knees and unsheathed the dagger at his hip, preparing to punch a hole in the shell of the egg so he could get at the succulent, gooey yolk within. 

Katsuki jammed the knife against the egg, and the steel blade immediately snapped in half. 

“What the—? What kind of egg from Hell is this?!” he ranted and jerked the egg close so he could angrily inspect it. It seemed like your normal, run-of-the-mill unidentified beast egg. It wasn’t like the shell was scaly or ridged or anything. But it had just broken his knife! Katsuki growled under his breath, pondering how he was going to crack this egg open. He sure wasn’t about to go at it with his sword and break that too. 

“Fine. Guess hard-boiled it is,” Katsuki huffed before plopping the egg onto the fire. 

He watched the way the light from the flames danced over its ruby-red surface. As he stared into its depths, it almost seemed like it began to glow from within, an orange light pulsing in tune with the heartbeat-like sensation he had felt earlier. Such a strange little egg, Katsuki thought idly as he gazed at it. 

Just as he was beginning to grow a little sleepy from staring intently at it, there was a pop and a hiss. 

Katsuki jumped as a piece of the egg shell broke off the top-right side of the egg and went shooting off into the woods. Steam hissed from the small opening, while the egg began to rattle and shake against the wood. Katsuki gawked at it in disbelief; he’d never seen an egg do something like this before! Fuck, was it going to explode?! God, he would never hear the end of it from his ancestors if a goddamn egg killed him!

The top half of the egg cracked open as two tiny, clawed paws forced their way out, followed by a red, reptilian head. The tiny lizard-like thing blinked blearily as it shook its head to break free of the stringy membranes of the egg, revealing eyes as red as its shiny scales. It opened its mouth in a squeaky yawn, showing off its rows of tiny, needle-like teeth, and then awkwardly stretched out a pair of bat-like wings behind it. 

A dragon. Katsuki Bakugo had just hatched a dragon.

Katsuki blinked at the dragon. The dragon blinked at him. Then, it let out something reminiscent of a purr and began wildly clawing its way out of the egg, chirping at Katsuki all the way. 

“Whoa! Hey, hey, hey, no!” Katsuki yelped as he jumped to his feet and crossed his arms over his chest in an X. “I ain’t yer mama! You were supposed to be my dinner!” 

The dragon stopped tearing the eggshell apart to blink puzzledly up at him. It then shimmied its way out and began clumsily stumbling over the arrangement of twigs and sticks in an effort to get to Katsuki. The flames licking at its ruby-red hide seemed not to bother it the slightest bit. It reached the edge of the fire, then gave Katsuki a pitiful look before chirping sadly. 

“What? No. Go away,” Katsuki grumped, turning around to present his back to the reptile. However, he couldn’t help the way his heart clenched in guilt as the dragon cooed miserably. His eye twitched as he repeated to himself, Don’t turn around, don’t turn around, don’t turn around. But he did, and as soon as he clapped eyes on the pouting baby dragon, he knew it was over. 

“Ugh, fine,” he sighed, then stooped down to pick the dragon up. The best way he could think to do so was like a puppy; he scooped it up underneath its scaly armpits and held it up. The dragon began to wag its tail not unlike a dog, and its forked tongue lolled out of its mouth while Katsuki held it up to squint inquisitively at it. “What’re you lookin’ at?” 

The dragon blinked, then craned its neck forward to affectionately lick the tip of Katsuki’s nose. It felt strange, the little spindly forks of his tongue flicking over his nose, and Katsuki couldn’t help but recoil. The dragon’s expression immediately fell, punctuated by a depressed croon. 

“Oh, stop her gripin’, ya just surprised me, is all.” Katsuki wasn’t sure why he even felt compelled to reassure the little dragon, but he did feel a small sense of satisfaction when the dragon perked up and began wagging his tail so intensely that it thwacked back and forth against both Katsuki’s elbows. 

“Tch,” Katsuki said and then set the dragon on the ground. Dragons supposedly were on their own from the time they were born, so he expected the little lizard to eventually wander off. Katsuki started walking around his small encampment gathering materials to make a snare trap. His initial plans for dinner had been ruined, after all, so he needed to get something. He couldn’t cut the deer open before bringing it back to the village. 

However, much to Katsuki’s chagrin, the dragon did not leave. Instead, it toddled right at Katsuki’s heels. If he got more than a foot away, he would begin to growl and chirp and snarl until Katsuki stopped long enough for it to catch up. Then, it would nuzzle affectionately into Katsuki’s boots and peer up with him with round, adoration-filled eyes. 

“Gross,” Katsuki would grunt, even though it was totally notgross, and he even kind of enjoyed it. 

After constructing a trap, setting it, and snaring a hare, it was quite obvious that the dragon would not be wandering off. It sat beside Katsuki as he turned the filleted rabbit mean on the fire, curled up at his feet. It was trying its best to stay awake, bleary eyes fixated on the roasting meat; however, its body was betraying its desires. Its head repeatedly bobbled, slowly falling down to its chest before snapping back up. It would stare at the meet, and then its eyes would droop as the process started again. 

It growled in protest when Katsuki nudged it with its toe. 

“Oi. Lizard brain. Just go to sleep.” 

The dragon growled again and turned around to nip at the toe of his boot. It grew tired in the middle of chewing on it, blinking sleepily as it drooled on the leather. Katsuki sniffed disdainfully and leaned over to scoop the dragon up. It wiggled apathetically in a faint attempt at disobeying, then fell limp in his arms, too exhausted to put up a fight. 

“What are you, anyway?” Katsuki asked and flipped the dragon over. It took a minute to figure out—dragon anatomy was not his strong suit—but he eventually riddled out that the dragon was male. The dragon just lolled in his lap, purring at the comfortable heat of his lap. “I guess you need a name… How about… Eijirou?” 

He seemed to like the name, as his purrs jumped in volume until he was practically vibrating. 

“Eijirou it is,” Katsuki chuckled. He peeled off his cloak and bundled it up, placing it on the log and patting it into something reminiscent of a nest. He set Eijirou in the middle, and the dragon immediately curled up in the warm cloth. Smoke poured from his mouth, seemingly in contentment. It didn’t take long for his eyes to slip closed and his purrs to turn into soft snores. 

Katsuki found himself watching him sleep with a soft, sappy smile. Ugh. Guess he was a dragon mama now. He’d never hear the end of it. 

“But I bet you’ll be a big ol’ badass when you grow up, eh?” he laughed to himself while he pulled the cooked meat off the fire. He wrapped some up in some leaves to give to Eijirou when he woke up, then held the other on his makeshift leaf plate, waiting for it to cool. “A barbarian chief with a dragon at his side… Sounds like a legend in the making, yeah?” 

He reached out to scratch the dragon on the underside of the chin. Though he was still sound asleep, Eijirou let out a preening purring sound of happiness. Katsuki’s smile turned lopsided, unable to not feel just a bit of affection for the creature. 

Guess I should be glad you didn’t end up being my dinner, little guy. Now sleep well…

Mitsuki: Katsuki, when I said you could invite a friend to the photo shoot, I meant onefriend.

Bakugo: *pointing to the Baku Squad* Not my fault they don’t fucking come separately.

Kirishima: We’re pack animals, Mrs. Bakugo

Inu!Bakugo…for@ultimate-astridwriting’s Hybrid collab!

Summary:My part of the hybrid collab. I had so much fun writing an angry Pomeranian Bakugo. 10/10 would do again. I’m not completely happy with it but who ever is? I’m still proud of myself!

Word count:2.2k.

Warnings:Fem!Reader, Bakugo being an ass, sexual content, somnophilia, collars, choking, humping, creampie, name calling (bitch, slut, whore etc.), use of the word cunt.

You sigh as you rummage around in your pocket to produce the key to your home. After a long day’s work all you want to do is get some dinner, take a bath and go to bed but none of those things would be possible would they?

No, not after the spur of the moment decision to adopt a hybrid of all things. The week earlier was one of torrential downpours and near freezing temperatures, the roads making a slushy substance of half-melted ice and salt to prevent the very thing it was being mixed in with. People stayed indoors the best they could when they weren’t at work but life had to shit on you and make your car breakdown in the parking garage. Umbrella rested on your shoulder, rain boots on your feet with your spare in your bag and you trudged through cold, mushy hell back home. The streets were barren as a Walmart on a weekday at 4am, no life passing by you until you crossed an alley between two businesses. A pathetic whimper had caught your attention and your gaze drifted down to a soaked cardboard box. What was in that box you weren’t sure if you should curse or love. A hybrid.

Narrow red eyes stared at you in suspicion, fangs bared at you but the creature didn’t make any attempts to nip at your fingers when they neared to ruffle the spikey head of hair. The hybrid had leaned into your touch before recoiling away as if you had smacked him. The black and orange collar had seen better days, the charm that dangled on the hollow of his neck read “Dynamite” but he didn’t give any indication that was his name when you repeated it outloud. He was barely dressed in anything, a thin t-shirt, shorts with ragged Converse that had more holes than Swiss cheese. Truthfully he looked a few days away from starvation and how could you keep that on your conscience if you left him there? After laying your warm coat over his shoulders you somehow, someway, managed to get him back to your place. Everything went downhill from there in the blink of an eye.

The weak puppy persona was gone the moment warm food settled in his belly and within the hour he acted as if you had crowned him king of the house. Beginning his rambles of curses, demands and biting at your fingers. The worst of it happened when you tried to take his collar off for a new one, one that wasn’t frayed and barely hanging on. “Katsuki” as he spat out his name with enough venom to put a Black Mamba to shame had flipped over a coffee table, ripped up every couch cushion and went so far to chew on the linoleum on the kitchen floor.

No doubt you’d be greeted with the same sight as always. Messy, dirty, unknown stains everywhere and dishes still in the sink waiting to be moved to the washer. Maybe if he wasn’t such a loud ass you could train him but your frazzled nerves were at their wits end. You didn’t know what to do, you were about to throw in the towel and put him up for adoption. Yep, you were disappointed to be proven right. Katsuki reclining on the couch lengthwise, remote in his hand with the most bored expression on his face while idly flipping through channels.

“Fucking finally, you’re home! I’ve been waitin’ for fucking hours for your ass to get back! I’m hungry, get your shitty ass in the kitchen and make dinner.” He barked. Barely giving you any time to hang up your coat and slip off your shoes before his orders began.

“Katsuki…I can’t, not tonight.” Could your voice portray anymore pleading? Apparently not because he didn’t seem to notice, or care.

The fluffy ear at the top of his head only flicked in response, the top lip curling into his signature snarl. “Then what the fuck are you good for? Get your fucking ass in that god damn kitchen and fucking make dinner already.”

All that you were good for? All that you were good for? How dare he! He’s been freeloading off you for a week now without so much as a thanks for saving him from the streets, feeding him, clothing him, keeping him warm and dealing with his bullshit and this is how he repays you?

“I’ve fucking had it with you!” Your voice rose higher than you meant to but at this point you didn’t care, a line had been crossed. “You fucking sit there and ruin my shit and yet I’m the useless one? I have half a mind to kick you out! You can make your own fucking dinner, I’ve had it! I’m done! I can’t take this anymore!”

Despite not having any clunky shoes on your feet still managed to resonate in the small living room while you stormed past the couch. You had expected anything, anything at all. A slap, a punch, a groan, literally anything but you were met with only silence and that somehow pissed out off even more. How could silence be so infuriating?! You didn’t even notice the terror that washed over his face as you screamed at him or the way his chest heaved with the sob or how he trembled underneath your wrathful gaze as you walked away. The bedroom door slamming made short work of that.

“Fuck I’m such an ass..” You mused to yourself already regretting blowing up at him but what would an apology do that wasn’t already broken? So better yet why not send yourself to bed without dinner as some kind of punishment? He’d linger at the doorway to the kitchen, staring at you with those intense eyes if you made dinner anyways so why let him win? He could his own shit for fucks sake!

After a quick shower to dethaw your bones and warm up what was left of your dead soul the softness of your pajamas helped ease the guilt gnawing away like a puppy on its first bone. Laying in bed until sleep eventually overcame you and when he knew it was safe to slip in and sneak over towards your bedside.

Rustling was what woke you. The rustling of clothes and the jingle of something metallic in the darkness of the bedroom. Whatever grogginess you normally suffered when waking up was vanishing the more details were dissected and understood by your half-asleep brain, a process that took an embarrassingly long time. Clothes rustling, the bedsheets moving, heavy pants and something incredibly warm nudging up against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. Naturally your brain assumed the worst and your eyelids flew open to show nothing; at first. As your eyes adjusted to the pitch black room they found the blazing stare of those vermillion eyes, the bared fangs that belonged to your hybrid.

What the hell was Katsuki doing on top of you?

Noticing that you were awake the snarl turned into a smirk as he huffed, his large chest expanding with each desperate pant. Why did your folds feel so good just as you were waking up?

“Feel that?” How could you not? The feel of a scorching cock bumping up your folds and sensitive clit, wet from the pre leaking from the tip. There was so much of it from what you could feel, too sticky to be your own. His hips had yet to cease moving, no word from your shocked form to still his rutting hips.

“W-what the hell are you doing?” Was the most logical question your brain could come up with in the moment.

“Humping…fucking dumbass.” His warm breath created goosebumps on your cool skin, his head must’ve been so close to yours by the hair tickling your forehead. “Tryin'ta…help ya. Shitty woman..”

“Help? How the fuck is this helping?”

“You’ve been working so hard so I thought maybe…a good fuck would calm ya down, relax ya.” Katsuki’s voice was so desperate, so needy, the humping of his cock on your labia increasing.

He was trying to help? He was going to fuck the frustration out of you? Is that was he was offering? Having sex with a hybrid was common enough to not be considered taboo but you couldn’t help but feel he was trying to worm his way into your good graces. Unless your words had struck some kind of cord with him. “Okay, alright, I’ll let you help.”

“Fuck yeah!”

With that the head of his cock nudged against your cunt, already spread and waiting for him. How long had he been doing this for? The burn of the stretch was delicious, he was just big enough to fill you up but not hurt. Settling right up to kiss the tip of your cervix when he bottomed out. His hands grip at your thigh and hip, pulling his back to slam his cock right back into you. Over and over, over and over, over and over. Practically using you as a fleshlight to get himself off but damn if it didn’t feel good, him bouncing you on his cock so roughly each thrust was sending the headboard against the wall.

“Oh fuck…oh fuck, Katsuki!” Your hands pat around and eventually find his biceps and you cling on for dear life, your nails digging crescent shaped markings into his skin.

“Yeah, yeah…you like this form of stress relief, don'tcha you dirty slut?” Undoing the collar around his neck the frayed cloth of the strap is tied around your neck, the buckle clamping down tightly to constrict your airflow while two fingers slip under it to pull and tug. “You’re my dirty fucking slut! Mine…mine…mine…mine, fucking mine!”

Your fingers trailed down the tiny amount of space between your bodies down to the precious, neglected nub between your legs. Barely able to wiggle your index and middle finger down there from the rabid fucking you were receiving to circle the bundle of nerves and send yourself over the edge. Each clap of your thighs smacking against each other forcing your hate for his behavior ebbing away. If he was going to act like this all the time how could you kick him out?

“F-fuck! Gonna cum…fucking cum..cum for me. Cum with me!” Katsuki snarled as the pressure around your throat increased. Your hand was smacked away from your clit and was replaced with the large pad of his thumb, frantic circles sending your body into a writhing mess of flails and kicks.

The orgasm that had been steadily building from your ministrations had been ripped away and replaced with one quickly approaching to push you over the edge. The white hot pleasure-coil that formed underneath your belly button snapped and all of it coursed through your system in one go. Paralyzing your body for a split second as you squirted all over the hybrids cock, his still rubbing hand sending the liquid everywhere. Coating his thighs, your thighs and the bed underneath you.

“Fucking fuck! Such a whore, such a dirty girl for me! Oh my fucking g-god!” One last slam of his hips and his own body stilled, burying his cock deep inside your cunt to shoot his cum deep in your womb. He stuttered before his body collapsed on top of you, suffocating you in his sweaty muscles.

Bathing in the afterglow, coming down from your high you could’ve sworn you heard something. Mumbling, soft mumbling too indistinct to understand. Katsuki’s head laying on your shoulder, his nose brushing along your collarbone and was he laying kisses here and there? No, you must’ve been seeing things. Still buried to the hilt he turned his head to speak, his fluffy ears perked and his tail gently swishing behind him. The sudden light from your phone illuminated the room, casting light on Katsuki’s face and the sight made your breath hitch in your throat. Clearly he had been crying. Tear stains streaked down his cheeks, brows knitted together and the same lost look he had plastered on his face appeared again.

“Please, please don’t kick me out. I’ll do anything, please…please don’t abandon me. Not again.” His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer as he hid his face in your neck. Voice breaking, shoulders trembling, the verge of crying all over again quickly approaching.

Your heart broke and you returned the favor by hugging him around the shoulders, a hand carding through his hair to soothe him. Had he been abandoned? Did his previous owners not like him? Was all his aggressiveness some kind of defense mechanism? Was he giving you a reason to kick him out to keep himself from experiencing that kind of pain again? Oh, poor baby. “Never again…just don’t destroy things anymore, okay? Help me around the place a little more will ya?”

“Yes.” Katsuki snuggled on top of you. Finally believing he had a real home with you, a place where he could belong. “….Master.”

streamer

warnings: none, just fluff :)

characters: shoto todoroki, denki kaminari, bakugo katsuki

synopsis: them being cute gamers or whatever

a/n: i chose the characters i could see being streamers/gamers the most but lmk if you guys want a part 2 with more people :)

shoto todoroki

- you two met through twitch and immediately clicked

- you would stay up for countless hours playing anything and everything together

- your guy’s numbers started growing when you complimented shoto on stream once and he malfunctioned

- he got so flustered that he had to turn his camera off and regain composure

- ever since, your viewers have speculated something more than a friendship is going on between you two

- you guys like to feed into it and keep people guessing

shoto is down to a one v four in CSGO. somehow your whole team had slipped up and got wiped by your opposer, leaving shoto to fend for himself. you know he’s a phenomenal player, probably the best player you know in all honesty. but for some reason, your faith in him clutching this match is substantially low. your chat is in agreement, being poor sports and commenting as though shoto had already lost.

you watch as he uses his main, an AK47, to plant a perfect headshot into an unexpecting enemy.

“ok ok, nice shot shoto. 3 more like that.” you cheer him on. he’s quiet, too focused to respond but your morale boost is very appreciated on his end. you have his stream open on the side of your monitor and you watch as his eyebrows furrow so tightly together it almost makes you laugh. but you refrain, not wanting to distract him from his detrimental task. after a few seconds of walking around the map shoto is met by another member from the opposing team. his reflexes are eerily quick as he slides his mouse, aligning his crosshairs perfectly on the opponents head and taking the shot in a matter of seconds. instant headshot kill.

“holy. ok two more.” you state, quite frankly at a loss for words.

you hear a few distant shots and shoto notices them too. those cat-like reflexes take over once more, he turns to see the remaining two opponents approaching him, firing their weapons mercilessly. shoto crouches and fires his gun. he hits one opponents chest and the other’s arm, though it’s not enough to take them out. his health is dangerously low, but he fires again and lands two perfect headshots. the rest of your team goes absolutely insane and shoto has the most smug smirk on his face as he tries to humbly mask the fact that he just annihilated a one v four with mostly headshots.

“that was so sexy, oh my fucking god.” you exclaim, unaware of the volume in which you said it.

“wait, what?” he chokes, though there’s no possible way he didn’t hear what you said.

“that was sexy, you’re too good.” you repeat, adding a bit more emphasis on the ‘sexy’ this time.

you look at his stream on your screen, his face is flushed of all color save for the rich red blush creeping over his cheeks.

“yeah thanks um, you uhh, you did really sexy-really good too y/n.”

“shoto, i died in the first five seconds.” you laugh.

he turns his face cam off and you feel slightly guilty for flustering him into embarrassment, but it was fully unintentional. his reaction was cute though, an image stored away in your brain forever. you glance at your chat which is full of people laughing and saying you broke shoto. you giggle while reading each comment but your laughter is cut short by shoto’s reappearance.

“sorry about that, needed some water.” shoto explains while awkwardly scratching the back of his head. “chat relax, stop spamming ‘sexy shoto’” he continues.

you laugh again before muttering, “i mean, they’re not wrong.” to what you thought was yourself, but apparently you need to work on your whispering because both your chat and shoto hear you.

“maybe i need to start clutching one v fours more often then.” he tries to play it off coolly but that telltale blush is still plastered on his face.

“if you clutch another one then i might just have to kiss you, i don’t even know.” you joke, though you’re not sure if you’re even fully joking at this point.

“bet.” he responds as you guys queue up for another match, where shoto does in fact clutch another one v four.

denki kaminari

- you’re his streamer crush

- you know of him because you’ve played with him in a few lobbies put together by mutual friends

- but everything you know about him is surface level

- one thing you do know about him though, is he’s very competitive

- and so are you

- so what happens when you two are put in the same crab game lobby?

- one word…

- chaos

you tend to be decently calm and collected, but for some reason video games bring out the absolute devil in you. today one of your friends invited you to play crab game in a huge group they had put together. you figured it’d be super fun to play with your friends and meet people in the lobby that you haven’t yet, so you agreed to be apart of it.

upon entering the game, chaos is already ensuing. there are about fifty players already in game, chatting and jumping all over the place, hitting each other and laughing. you can tell tonight is going to be fun.

you’re about to go see if you can find anyone you know when someone with a name you’re somewhat familiar with but don’t know too well begins to approach you.

“i hear you’ve never lost a game of crab game” the guy states.

interesting way to start a conversation you think to yourself.

“you’ve heard correctly then.” you respond smugly. it’s true, granted you’ve only played three times, but still.

“well i’m here to change that.” he responds. you can’t see his face but you can tell he has an all too confident smirk spread across it.

“well, denki? am i saying that right?” you ask and he simply hums in response.

“that’s big talk for someone i didn’t even know existed until five seconds ago.” you continue.

“oh trust, you’ll know who i am by the end of the game.” he says nonchalantly before walking away.

you could scoff at his audacity, but something about the banter intrigued you and you most definitely were not about to let him win.

after everyone has readied up, the game starts with the classic red light green light. you’re stood to the right of the map and you notice denki walking towards you and stopping once he’s standing behind you. you know what he’s about to try and do, he wants to hit you during a red light so you get eliminated. clever but predictable, you don’t plan on letting him win that easily.

the huge doll at the end of the path begins singing, signaling that it’s time for the players to move. you do exactly that, making sure to dodge and weave to make it difficult for denki to hit you.

“why are you moving so much, you scared?” denki asks while everyone is stopped and waiting for the doll to move again.

“not scared of you if that’s what you’re implying.”

“are you sure about that?” denki questions before clicking his mouse, causing his character to hit yours.

in perfect timing, the doll turns around and begins singing again.

“i’ll remember that.” you say, already plotting how you’d get your revenge for his attempted murder.

you both barely complete this round after countless attempts to get the other eliminated. this continues for the entire game with you guys targeting one another other in each challenge, ignoring anyone around you. obstacle after obstacle, you guys barely make it through. no one else is seen as a threat and it almost seems as though all the other players are leaving you to hash out whatever rivalry had brewed in the lobby.

eventually you two are the last ones standing in bomb tag. the premise of the game is to be the last one standing without the bomb. you’re the one who starts with it and denki is already sprinting across the map. he jumps and climbs ladders with ease, gaining distance on you. though you’re able to cut him off and tag him, transferring the bomb to him. you run away as quickly as possible but you evidently weren’t fast enough because he tags you back immediately. you’re now in possession of the bomb again with fifteen seconds on the clock. ten seconds. five seconds. you lose hope in winning until denki trips up and accidentally slips down a ladder, you tag him and the bomb explodes his character.

“hell yeah, eat my ass bitch boy. what was that you said about changing my win rate? i can’t hear you talking shit now. aw, are you embarrassed? cute.” you say with mock sympathy. you’re admittedly a bit too excited for winning something as dumb as crab game, but it’s the satisfaction of beating denki that’s so gratifying. you wait for a response for a couple seconds, hearing a faint

“chat, i think she’s my soulmate.” before respawning back in the lobby.

katsuki bakugo

- you’re his significant other that makes occasional appearances on his stream

- like denki, he’s very competitive

- so his viewers think it’s hilarious how soft he gets when you’re there

- he’ll be in the midst of cussing someone out with every cuss word known to man in two different languages

- then you’ll walk in and ask what he wants for dinner and he’s just like

- “whatever you want baby, i know you had a long day so get what’ll make you happy. let me bow down to you and kiss your feet while you’re at it.”

- that’s not exactly what he says, but his chat swears that’s what he sounds like

“holy shit you absolute fucking moron, are you actually fucking kidding me deku? how are you so fucking shit at this game?” bakugo practically growls at his friend on the other end of the discord call.

“i literally asked for backup ten times but your dumb ass wanted to try and take out a whole team on your own.” izuku explains.

“well maybe if you weren’t complete dog shit you wouldn’t have needed backup in the first place doofus.” bakugo counters.

“says the guy who died to a bot last round.” kirishima laughs, chiming in on the argument.

“fuck off. don’t even get me started on you, you fucking-”

“hey babe, oh sorry. i didn’t know you were still streaming.” you stop yourself, beginning to back out of the room.

“wait no, it’s ok. come say hi.” bakugo says, his tone a complete 180 from the menacing demon he was about to unleash on kirishima. you walk into frame, sitting in the extra chair that katsuki has for whenever you guest star in his streams.

“hi chat. hi eijiro and izuku.” you smile and wave, catching how bakugo looks at you endearingly as you do so. his chat starts booming with ‘hi y/n’s’ and ‘how are you’s.’

“i’m good, how are you guys?” you ask, used to this routine from the first time you appeared on bakugo’s stream. one comment in particular catches your eye.

‘i’m good, bakugo seems to be having a rough day though lol’

you read the comment aloud before laughing to yourself and asking “why’s that?” even though you could more than likely guess why.

‘he’s ass at valorant but keeps blaming his friends for it’ someone else comments.

“i heard” you respond “katsuki, you can’t cuss out your friends for being shit when you’re shit yourself.”

“damn, she got you there.” you hear kirishima mumble.

“kirishima shut the hell up before i shove my fist up your-”

“katsuki.” you cut him short, rolling your eyes at how easily hot headed your boyfriend can get.

“sorry.” he mutters, voice still sharp yet carrying a lot less bite.

you glance over his chat again, looking at everyone talking about how amusing it is that you calm him down so easily.

you and bakugo spot a ‘i can definitely tell who wears the pants in this relationship and it’s not bakugo…’ comment at the same time.

“tsk. i wear the pants. end of story.” bakugo grunts.

“hm, wonder if you’d still enjoy wearing the pants while you’re sleeping on the couch tonight.” you shrug.

“what? no.” his whole demeanor softens as he turns to face you, his eyes are pleading for any sign of a joke in yours.

“ok fine, we share the pants. a pant leg each.” he sighs.

“better.” you reply with a smile and you stand up to leave.

you wave ‘bye’ to bakugo’s viewers, basking in the glory of them all knowing katsuki has an inescapable soft spot for you, and there’s nothing he can do about it.

underdressed

warnings: none really, kinda suggestive language

characters: hitoshi shinso, shouto todoroki, katsuki bakugou, izuku midoriya, eijiro kirishima, denki kaminari, hanta sero, minoru mineta

summary: bakugo is severely underdressed for his first date, the boys help :)

a/n: this one is a bit fluffier and less nsfw than the others, but i think you guys will still enjoy.

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gentle

warnings: suggestive content, oral (female receiving)

characters: katsuki bakugou x reader

request: if I could possibly get Bakugou eating out a shy reader for her very first time, and she’s really nervous (kind of scared even) but Bakugou’s really soft about it? May be uncharacteristically soft for him, but I love to see that :) Thanks so much <3

a/n: i’m a todoroki simp but writing this made me so soft please, maybe i love bakugou 

bakugou is your first serious boyfriend. you’ve had a handful of flings and been through a few talking stages within your lifetime, but none have ever gotten to the point that you and bakugou are currently at. the two of you have been together for six months, and it’s been the most fulfilling six months of your lives. you understand each other in ways that not many other people can, which is what makes your bond so special. you’re not afraid to admit that you’re completely in love with bakugou, and neither is he. his typically hot-headed, short-tempered nature dissolves by tenfold whenever you’re around and its quite precious really. he’s extremely calm and patient with you, which is why he’s so understanding of you being reluctant in terms of sexual interaction. 

there’s been countless occasions where the two of you have gotten awfully close to getting intimate with one another, but you always seem to stop it before anything gets too escalated. bakugou is fine with it, at least you believe he is. he never complains or asks why, just kisses you and tells you he’ll wait for whenever you’re ready. you appreciate him for that more than he’ll ever know, but part of you still can’t help but feel guilty for never letting things go any further. you know he wants it, you can tell by the glint of disappointment that flashes in his eyes whenever you lightly push him away or tell him ‘not today.’ the truth is, you’ve never actually been touched in a sexual manner before and quite honestly, you’re scared to be. you’re embarrassed to tell him that because most people let their partners touch them intimately with no question, but for some reason you get extremely nervous just thinking about it. it’s not even that you don’t want him to, you just can’t help but overthink everything when it comes to sexual situations. but you’ve reached a point where you’re tired of feeling so worried over something that shouldn’t be this terrifying. so, as you’re laying on bakugou’s chest in bed, his hand lightly grasping your chin as he tilts your head back to kiss you deeply, you decide now is the time to open up. 

“bakugou.” you sigh softly, pulling away from the kiss.

“hmm?” he hums, eyes focused on you. 

“you want to touch me don’t you?” you ask genuinely but the question catches him off guard. he chokes on a laugh and tries to mask the small grin tugging at his lips when he realizes how serious you are. 

“i mean, of course i do. but why are you asking?” he quirks an eyebrow at you.

“i don’t know, we’ve been dating for half a year now and haven’t really done anything. i want to and i can tell you do too but…” you trail off, that familiar feeling of embarrassment coming back to bite you.   

“but what?” his eyes narrow in confusion.

“i’m scared to.” you mumble, burying your face into bakugou’s chest in order to avoid eye contact. you feel him place his hand on the back of your head and begin playing with your hair. 

“that’s ok you know. i think everyone’s at least a little scared for their first time. but just know that there’s no pressure for you to be ready anytime soon. and if you are ready, i’ll make sure you feel more than comfortable with everything.” 

you look up at him to meet his gaze. he flashes you a kind smile and your stomach churns a bit. something in you is telling you to just go for it, so you do. you lean upwards to attach your lips to bakugou’s. the kiss is timid, slow, but progressively develops into something a bit more passionate. you readjust your position so that you’re now straddling your boyfriend’s lap and he lets out a low noise that closely resembles a groan. you feel a tingling feeling in your core, inadvertently causing you to rotate your hips against bakugou’s. you both let out breathy moans at that, swallowing each other’s noises within the kiss. bakugou’s hands find their way to your hips, resting there while yours tangle their way into his hair. you’ve made out with bakugou plenty of times, but something about this feels different. feels better. just when you thought you couldn’t get anymore worked up, bakugou’s tongue slides against your bottom lip. you know exactly what he wants and gladly grant it to him. his tongue pushes past your lips and into your mouth, not too much to make it awkward but enough the make your hips jut against his just a bit harder. at this point you both are evidently aroused, bakugou’s hard-on is pressing up against your throbbing center and the only noises filling the room are both of your soft moans. you never want if to end, but unfortunately, it does. 

“lay on your back.” bakugou says weakly after disconnecting the kiss. you look at him hesitantly and he whispers a comforting ‘it’ll be ok’ before placing a kiss on your forehead. the gesture calms your nerves and you do as told, lying on your back as you wait for what’s to happen next. 

bakugou moves in between your legs, hovering over you slightly. he trails his hands tenderly down the insides of your thighs before resting them on the hem of the pajama shorts you’re currently wearing. you tremble at the touch and bakugou looks at you with concern.

“we don’t have to go all the way today, but i still want to make you feel good.” he says sweetly. you’re so tempted to let go and just let him, but you can’t seem to shake the nerves. 

“i’m still nervous.” you admit shyly. 

“is there a reason why?” 

“what if you don’t like what you see? like, i don’t know, what if i gross you out?” you question and bakugou frowns. 

“y/n, you’re the single most beautiful person i’ve ever seen in my life. i love you idiot, a lot. there’s not an inch of you that i don’t, or won’t like. i promise. ok?” 

you could almost cry at how genuinely heartfelt bakugou’s words are and you feel every ounce of anxiety escape your body. 

“ok, i’m ready. and i love you too katsuki.” you smile. he returns your smile before placing a soft peck to your lips, trailing kisses down from your lips to your neck, then your collarbone. his hands are resting on your sides as he sucks a bruise onto your skin. you let out a quiet moan that bakugou can’t help but grin at before he begins pulling your shirt up your body. you take the hint and lift yourself up a bit, aiding him in lifting the shirt over your head. he follows suit, pulling his shirt off as well in an attempt to help you feel more comfortable. your eyes graze over this curves and dips of your boyfriend’s defined body and his do the same to you. you hadn’t worn a bra underneath your shirt so your bare torso is fully on display for bakugou to see. 

“fuck, you’re so pretty.” he mutters under his breath. you intended on thanking him for the compliment but him reaching down to attach his mouth to your nipple prevented that. you can’t help but let out a moan of his name which shoots a wave of pleasure straight to his member. he continues to alternate between sucking each nipple for a few more moments before kissing his way down your stomach. the foreign feeling forces you to arch into his touch. bakugou is obsessed with how responsive and sensitive you are, its making him painfully turned on. 

he places a kiss on the hem of your shorts before linking his fingers there and lightly tugging, insinuating that he wants them off. you lift your hips, allowing him to pull the fabric off your body, leaving you in nothing but your underwear. he kisses up and down the inner parts of each thigh before pulling away to look at you. 

“are you sure this is ok? i really don’t wanna do anything you’re uncomfortable with.” he asks, wanting to reinforce that you’re truly fine with all of this. 

“i’m positive, i’m ready katsu.” you reply. 

he places another kiss to the inside of your right thigh before pulling your panties to the side, revealing your dripping wet folds. you gasp at the cool air hitting your sensitive area and bakugou groans at how wet you are. 

“holy shit.” he breathes before pressing a gentle kiss to your clit, testing your reaction. your eyes meet his in anticipation, waiting for something more to happen. then finally, he licks your folds at a teasing pace. your hands gain leverage in his hair, tugging at the blond locks. he continues licking your swollen clit, circling and massaging the nub with his tongue. he’s clearly done this before and you’re not quite sure how long you’re going to last. 

he shifts his attention from your clit to your hole, teasing the ring expertly. your grip on his hair tightens and the two of you moan in perfect unison. then bakugou’s tongue dips inside of you and the feeling is almost overwhelming. 

“fuck, you’re so good at that.” you groan. he looks up at you with a smug grin, his tongue still languidly tasting your insides. you find yourself moving your hips against his mouth unintentionally, but you can’t help it. it feels too good. but what you don’t know yet, is that it can feel even better. 

he removes his tongue from your hole and replaces it with a finger and you let out a loud string of obscenities. he reattaches his mouth to your clit once more, sucking while simultaneously fucking his finger in and out of you. he’s hypnotized by all the sounds leaving your lips, almost cumming in his pants as he listens. 

“mm, your little noises are so hot.” he mumbles against you and you can feel your arousal increase at the praise. he adds another finger, curling both upwards and you swear you begin seeing white. between bakugou sucking gently on your clit as he also massages your spot with his fingers, you know you’re pretty much done for. 

“nngh, katsuki. fuck, i’m so close.” you moan as you toss your head back, clenching your eyes shut. 

“yeah? i’ve wanted to make you cum for so long, cum for me pretty girl.” he moans against you. 

with those words, you’re a goner. your back arches off the bed, pressing deeper into bakugou’s touch and you’re completely overcome with pleasure. your grip on katsuki’s hair grows dangerously tight as your orgasm surges through you. he keeps his fingers inside you, fucking you through your high until you’re limp around the digits. 

“oh my god.” you sigh once your vision has returned from your dizzying climax. 

“was that ok?” bakugou questions, laying down beside you.

“ok? that was more than ok. it was amazing.” you reply, unable to contain your huge smile.

“see, there was nothing to worry about idiot. told you i’d make you feel good.”

“that you did.” you laugh. “seems like you need to feel good too.” you point out, acknowledging his very noticeable erection. 

“it’s ok, i’ll go take care of it.” he shrugs. 

“you could do that…but um, i think i want to help you.” you say hesitantly. 

“are you sure?”

“mhm” you nod. 

“then i’d love your help.” he smiles before placing a sweet kiss to your lips. 

pegged

warnings: suggestive content

characters: shouto todoroki, katsuki bakugou, izuku midoriya, eijiro kirishima, denki kaminari, hanta sero, tenya iida, minoru mineta, fumikage tokoyami

summary: nothing is safe in the 1-a boys gc…

+ deku being deku.

a/n: if you haven’t read “have you ever made a girl squirt before?” you should do that first :)

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no nut november

warnings: suggestive content

characters: shouto todoroki, katsuki bakugou, hitoshi shinsou, mirio togata

summary: how long they survive no nut november.

a/n: umm shinsou’s…not me simping over my own writing lol. i actually really liked writing these :)

todoroki

- actually lasts annoyingly long

- you expect him to fail in at most two weeks

- but this mf can go almost the whole month without nutting

- literally wins the bet between his friends

- he’s used to being touch deprived

- so it’s not much different than life before he started dating you

- but don’t get him wrong

- you definitely don’t make it easy for him

- especially around the three week mark

- that’s when he really starts to feel agitated and needs to feel your touch

- *insert needy shouto*

it’s been a long three weeks of no sexual interaction between you and your boyfriend. you’re fine for the most part, as you yourself aren’t participating in the dumb little challenge shouto is currently taking part in. you can touch and do whatever you want to yourself, though your boyfriend cannot. him and his friends have a bet that none of them could actually successfully complete no nut november in its entirety, and the guy that lasts the longest gets a hundred dollars from each participant. to your surprise, shouto actually agreed to take on the challenge and is so far looking as though he’ll win. it’s between him and midoriya currently, the rest of the guys had failed long ago. he seems so determined to win so you don’t try to sabotage his efforts too much, though sometimes it’s hard to keep your hands off of him or not want his hands on you. but even then, he refuses to let himself lose the challenge and rejects your advances. until today that is.

the two of you are supposed to be on the couch watching a movie together, but instead shouto is pressed on top of you with his hands gripping your waist and his lips hungrily attached to yours. you could tell shouto was distracted throughout the whole movie, but what you didn’t anticipate was for him to unexpectedly flip you over so that your back sank into the couch cushions under his weight while he attached his lips to yours. but it’s not like you’re complaining, this is the most you’ve gotten from him in weeks due to his little contest, so you decide not to jeopardize it in any way. shouto’s breaths are heavy against your mouth and you know he wants you. you know he wants to feel you more than anything right now, but you can still sense a feeling of apprehension in his actions. he pulls away, lips already beginning to bruise from the aggression of the kiss and his eyes glazed with lust.

“you think midoriya has lost yet?” todoroki asks through shallow breaths.

“honestly…who cares?” you shrug, pulling shouto back down towards you by the collar of his shirt in order to reconnect the kiss.

“valid point.” he mumbles against your lips. his hands trail their way up your body until they find themselves tangled in your hair, using it as leverage to deepen the kiss.

luckily, despite the two of you not noticing, todoroki’s phone chimed with a text message in the group chat from midoriya claiming that he no longer is apart of the challenge, therefore deeming shouto the winner.

if that text had come a half hour later though, todoroki would surely have lost.

bakugou

- will last four days tops

- nothing more nothing less

- and barely even that

- the only reason he lasts that long is bc he’s a competitive little shit

- and doesn’t want to lose to shouto

- but fails miserably nonetheless

- and you can bet he fucks you senseless when he reaches his breaking point

- he doesn’t last very long bc of how pent up he is

-very sloppy and very verbal

bakugou’s attitude has been worse than usual because of him participating in no nut november and you have a feeling he won’t last much longer. it’s only been four days but you know that with your boyfriend’s atypical libido, he’s probably quite literally about to explode. every word that leaves his mouth carries more bite than they typically do and you are more than aware that if he doesn’t cum soon, his anger will only end up getting the better of him.

“katsuki, if you need to cum just cum because it’s making you too on edge. you’ve been yelling at that pickle jar for the past five minutes.” you sigh as you look over your immensely distraught boyfriend.

“yeah because it won’t fucking open! who the hell makes these things anyway? it’s so fucking stupid! i don’t even want the damn pickle anymore.” bakugou huffs, slamming the pickle jar down on the counter which shockingly doesn’t break at the impact.

“babe, relax.” you say as you walk up to where he’s leaned against the kitchen island. “if you want, i can help you.” you finish, rubbing his arms gingerly. he shuts his eyes for a quick second in response to your touch before responding to you verbally.

“help me with what exactly?” he asks with questioning eyes.

“opening the jar obviously, unless you need help with something else?” you tease as you glance down towards his lower half. he noticeably swallows at your suggestion before roughly grabbing your arm and moving you so that you’re now bent over the counter.

“dammit y/n. it’s been really hard not to lose because of you you know?” he grunts as he lifts up the already too revealing skirt that you may or may not have worn on purpose.

“yeah i know, that’s the whole point.” you reply which earns you a harsh smack on the ass.

“guess i’ll just have to punish you for it then.” bakugou shrugs.

long story short, bakugou loses the challenge and you get punished. hard.

shinsou

- would probably last a week

- the first three days wouldn’t be too difficult for him

- but from then on, it only gets worse

- and you’re a tease so you actually make it a living hell for him

- making out with him a little too roughly

- grazing up against his most sensitive areas

- until he genuinely cannot take it anymore

- will not last long at all when you help him cum

- maybe a solid 3 minutes

- possibly four

- he’s just extra sensitive, leave him alone

you’re currently straddling shinsou’s lap, grinding against his most sensitive area while you let his tongue roam your mouth. the two of you have been making out like this for a good hour, though you didn’t start straddling shinsou until just moments ago. the friction of you rubbing yourself against his clothed yet throbbing member was almost too much for him in itself. then add you kissing him in the way that gives his whole body chills, making him want to fuck into you relentlessly, and you have quite a dangerous combination. 

you can tell by the soft, breathy moans escaping his lips that you have him in a real tough position. part of you wants to grant him mercy and give him the opportunity to still win this nnn challenge, but the other part of you is obsessed with how sensitive he is right now and all of the noises he’s making and the way he’s desperately gripping onto your thighs while you move your hips against his, it’s all too alluring to want to stop.

“y/n, you’re gonna make me cum.” he groans, tossing his head back against the headboard of your shared bed.

“good. i wish you knew how hot you looked right now. can’t imagine how good you’ll look when you cum.” you moan in an attempt to push him over the edge. if there’s one thing your boyfriend is a whore for, it’s praise. you found that out on accident and ever since it’s been somewhat of a secret weapon, and it’s working like a charm now.

shinsou’s grip on your thighs gets dangerously tight, to the point where you’re sure there will be bruises by tomorrow, but you don’t care because the way he’s arching himself into you as he moans your name while releasing one of the best orgasms he’s probably ever had in his life is more than enough to make up for it.

“fuck, well i guess i lose then huh?” shinsou laughs lightly as he comes down.

“yeah, but i think it was worth it.” you shrug.

“more than worth it.” he smiles before placing a soft peck on your lips.

mirio

- like shouto, could probably last the whole month

- he just has a lot of restraint

- even when you try to tease or fluster him

- it works, but not enough to actually get him to cum

- only goes for so long because of how annoyed you get

- you had an elaborate plan on how to get him to fail the first week

- which didn’t work whatsoever

- and ever since, you’ve grown more frustrated than mirio has

- and he thinks it’s adorable

- you get the upper hand eventually though

your teasing efforts continuously fall short with mirio and it’s starting to frustrate you. when mirio first asked how you felt about him participating in the nnn challenge you agreed to it because you figured he wouldn’t last long anyway. but when a week passed and it seemed liked mirio wasn’t fazed in the slightest, you began to regret that decision. so you tried and you tried to get him to slip up and lose the challenge, but each try was a failure. he’s stubbornly determined to complete the whole month without a single orgasm and it’s irking your soul, so you decide to pull out your final trick. you remember once you had worn one of mirio’s shirts with nothing but underwear underneath and he was completely and utterly flustered by it, so you plan to do that again. except this time, with absolutely nothing underneath.

after successfully stealing one of mirio’s oversized shirts and slipping it over your naked body, you join him in bed as he patiently waits for you. the moment his eyes catch sight of you, they widen and you begin to think this may be the attempt that finally gets him to lose this stupid challenge.

“you look so good in my shirt.” mirio compliments you with a wide smile as you get into bed beside him.

“you think so? it’s a little big but i like it.” you say, lifting the sides of the shirt a bit to reveal that you’re wearing no underwear.

again, mirio’s eyes widen as they rake over your figure and he looks as though he’s contemplating what to say next.

“naughty girl, you really want me to lose this challenge huh?” he says, inching a bit closer to you with a trying smile plastered on his face.

“i’ve been trying for the past few weeks.” you sigh, hoisting yourself up so that you can straddle mirio’s waist. his breath hitches at the realization that your bare cunt is pressed against his crotch and he figures there’s no point in continuing the challenge anymore. i mean he’s probably made it farther than most other guys right? five days until the end of november? seems good enough to him.

he flips the two of you over so that now you’re on your back with him hovering above you.

“i accept defeat. and this stays on while i fuck you.” he grins, tugging on the fabric of his your shirt.

“have you ever made a girl squirt before?”

warnings: suggestive content

characters:shouto todoroki, katsuki bakugou, izuku midoriya, eijiro kirishima, denki kaminari, hanta sero, tenya iida, minoru mineta

summary: the 1-a boys have a group chat and todoroki makes the mistake of mentioning something quite suggestive.

a/n: i’m considering making the 1-a boys gc a series if this does well lol. i think it’d be really fun.

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marked up

warnings: kind of smutty?

characters: shouto todoroki, katsuki bakugou, eijiro kirishima, izuku midoriya

summary: their favorite place to mark you with hickeys.

a/n: these are the shortest headcanons i’ve written in a hot minute lol. but ayee, my first mha writing :) can y’all guess who i’m a simp for?

also, everyone is aged up (18+)

todoroki

 hipbones / lower tummy

- likes it because you’re extra sensitive there

- plus he just loves your hips

- you’ll squirm and unintentionally try to move away from his touch

- but he won’t let you

- is truly obsessed with the soft mewls you make

- will definitely get carried away

- like if you don’t stop him, your lower abdomen will look like a crime occurred 

- likes leaving marks where he knows only you and him will see

- even though sometimes he silently wishes people could see just how well he marks you up 

you’re laid out in front of shouto on the bed, fully nude and vulnerable. his hands rise and fall along the dips and curves of your body, taking a liking to the soft skin of your hips. he lowers himself so that he’s laying between your plush thighs, his warm hands still resting on your hips. he places unbearably soft kisses along your lower stomach, just above your sacred area and your breath gets caught in your throat. he keeps peppering small kisses along your stomach until he reaches your hips, stopping there for a moment to glance up at you through eager eyes. you know exactly what’s coming next and brace yourself for the overwhelmingly ticklish yet pleasurable feeling bound to come. he attaches his mouth to the inner area of your hip, sucking gently on the skin there. the first time he did this caught you so off guard, and you couldn’t help but laugh at the way his mouth tickled against you. but now that you’re a lot more used to the previously unusual feeling, the instant his tongue grazes against your body, a jolt of pleasure rushes directly to your core. 

“nnh, shouto.” you hiss, placing your hand within his two-toned hair. this only motivates his antics even more, and once he’s satisfied with one mark, he moves onto the next. you watch him amusedly as he uses his mouth to paint dark purple bruises along your skin. he looks so content, so pleased with the noises you’re making and the marks that he’s leaving that you fail to notice just how many hickeys are currently covering your hips and abdomen. your eyes widen a bit at the sight, not quite wanting to stop your boyfriend, but knowing you probably should in order to salvage any clear areas of your skin. 

“shouto, baby. maybe you should stop. i look like i just got beat up.” you giggle and he pulls away at your remark. his eyes go wide, just like yours did, while he looks over the damage he dealt, mouth slightly going agape.

“oh shit, sorry. i didn’t know i made that many.” he blushes and you laugh at him a little harder. 

“it’s ok, at least it felt good.” you compliment, only deepening the red tint dusted across todoroki’s cheeks. 

“yeah, and they actually look pretty in my opinion. really pretty.” he replies, grazing his hand across the marks littering your skin and now he isn’t the only one blushing.   

bakugou

chest / boobs

- personally, i believe bakugou is equally as much of an ass guy as he is a boob guy

- and since you won’t let him leave hickeys on your ass, he settles for the next best option

- your tits

- is fascinated by how soft they feel in his mouth

- and the way you moan above him sort of makes him weak

-though he won’t admit that

- could honestly suck on your titties for hours if you let him

- and you probably would bc he’s really good with his mouth 

bakugou’s lips are attached to your breast, just above your nipple as you sit straddling his lap wearing nothing but your underwear. you watch as his mouth works sinfully at bruising a bold hickey onto your skin and his fingers mindlessly tease the nipple of your other boob. he looks up at you momentarily, his calm yet lust blown expression causing your heart to flutter. why is it that he looks the most peaceful when he has my tit in his mouth? you think silently to yourself, accidentally letting out a quiet laugh in the process.

“what’s so funny?” his head snaps up and your skin releases from his lips with a wet smack. 

“nothing, nothing. keep going.” you say and bakugou raises an eyebrow at you, but doesn’t further question your laughter. instead he nips at your skin harshly, sending a shock of pain through your chest. but much to his surprise, you let out a breathy moan as opposed to the whiny protest he was expecting to receive from you which makes him look up at you with a smirk. 

“oh, so you like that? of course you’d like that.” he grunts before nipping your skin again, then licking gentle circles across the area to soothe the pain. you let out another moan that satisfies bakugou immensely, and he continues the routine of nipping and biting and sucking your skin, alternating between each breast. once he’s finished placing six deep purple love bites over your chest, he sits back to admire his masterpiece. 

“that’s so hot.” he groans, taking his bottom lip between his teeth as his eyes rake over each mark he left on your body. 

“it is, and now it’s time for me to leave some on you.” you smile innocently, though your next course of action proves to be just the opposite of that.

kirishima

collarbone

- honestly, kirishima likes kissing and leaving marks on you everywhere

- and i mean everywhere

- but he loves leaving hickeys on your collarbone especially

- partly because he loves that a lot of the time, people could see them if you don’t take the time to cover them up properly

-it’s a way to show the world that you’re his

- and partly because he loves how needy you get when he does it

- kirishima is a fool for needy y/n, yes he is

sometimes when kirishima gets bored, he gets needy and when he’s needy, he wants you to be needy too. so he’ll do whatever he can to get you in the mood with him. though it never really takes much work on his end because honestly,  kirishima is quite difficult to resist. you’re watching a show on the couch, paying kirishima no mind as he looks at you like a puppy begging for food from the other end of the couch. normally you were the needy one, begging for attention like that. but the roles have been switched this time. the difference between you and kirishima though, is he won’t actually tell you that he’s needy. he’ll just show you. so you’re waiting patiently for him to do just that. 

as if he read your mind, he makes his way over to your end of the couch, sits down, and pulls you into his lap with ease. 

“y/n, i’m bored.” he sighs looking at you with those same puppy dog eyes again. 

“just let me finish this episode, then we can tend to your needs.” you chuckle and kirishima frowns.

“but i wanna tend to them now.” he huffs, wasting no time to attach his lips to the exposed skin of your collarbone from the loose hanging t-shirt you’re wearing. your breath hitches almost immediately and sometimes you curse yourself for being so sensitive, especially when it comes to kirishima. he begins doing what he does best, marking you up the way he loves to so much. you actually still have faint marks from where he left hickeys on you a few days ago. but you’d be a bold face liar if you said you didn’t like it too. you just enjoy giving him a hard time. 

“babe, i’m trying to watch my show.” you sigh. though the way you shut your eyes and lean your head back, seeping into his touch, clearly contradicts that.

“yeah, and i’m trying to watch a different type of show.” kirishima says, pulling away from the hickey he was forming. he looks over your body that’s straddled around his lap quickly before focusing his eyes back on your face. he flashes you a sly smile, which slightly irritates you because you know he’s going to get exactly what he wants and he knows it too.

but you do what he wants regardless, you give him a show. and oh one hell of a show it is. 

midoriya

neck / below the ear

- more often than not, midoriya’s head is placed in the crook of your neck

- he just finds comfort there

- whenever he hugs you, or the two of you are cuddling, he’ll put his head there

- and you love it

- it’s quite precious really

- unless he’s in the mood

- then it’s a bit less precious and a lot more spicy™

- not that you’re complaining

you and midoriya are having a lazy day. sometimes you just absolutely need one of those. a day to relax and take a step back from the stresses of the outside world. it’s nice. midoriya is cuddled up against you, his head tucked into the crook of your neck as per usual. the soft strands of his deep green hair are flowing through your fingertips as you massage his scalp. his breaths are soft, slow. quite frankly you thought he was asleep until you feel him place a kiss right below your ear. you thought it would simply end there, a nice innocent sign of affection. but no, midoriya has other plans.

his kisses evolve into languid sucking. his hands are resting on your sides, thumbs rubbing light circles there as he works his mouth along your skin. you can’t help but let out a few whimpers every now and then, you’re grip on midoriya’s hair tightening in relation to his sucking growing harsher. he switches between leaving hickeys and simply just kissing your neck, which makes you begin to grow hot with desire.

“hm deku, that feels good.” you hum. he doesn’t respond verbally, but smiles against you before deepening one of the hickeys he had already placed. he continues this for a little while, completely lost in your breathy moans and the way you jut your hips against him occasionally. though he comes to the realization that your neck is very visible to other people, so he probably shouldn’t mark it up too much. he stops his actions, pulling away to look at you.

“all done.” he smiles and you giggle at him.

“thanks deku, i’m sure i’m gonna have fun figuring out how to cover them up tomorrow.” you tease.

“hey, don’t pretend you didn’t like it. sure sounded like you did.” he teases back.

well, he’s got you there.

The Letter | Katsuki Bakugo x Reader

Warning: Maybe I did Oc!Bakugo

Summary: In a conversation with the Bakusquad you end up talking about the first boy you liked.

Valentine’s Day is just a few days away and Mina somehow ended up convincing you and the Bakusquad that they will help her make chocolate to confess. As they cooked, they ended up talking about the experiences each had on Valentine’s Day. You laughed at Denki when you heard that she gave a girl some chocolates made with salt instead of sugar.

“In my defense, salt and sugar look alike!” he said after Bakugo called him stupid.

“Okay Denki. I’ll save you from this shame by telling my story” you said when you noticed that he was embarrassed “When I was seven I liked a boy from my grade so I wrote him a letter …”

“Don’t tell me, you were wrong and someone else read it” Mina interrupted you.

“No, worse” you said while you put the chocolate mixture in the molds “He broke the letter. And that’s how I had my first broken heart at seven years old” you added while putting your hand on your chest in a dramatic way, you tried not to make you uncomfortable at the look Bakugo was giving you.

You didn’t think he would be upset if you told the story since you didn’t say his name and it had happened years ago. It was already a matter of the past, you got over it. Just a silly childhood crush, right?

“I didn’t know that seven-year-olds could be so cruel,” Sero said.

Maybe Sero would change his mind if he knew that little Bakugo, after seeing you cry with Izuku, went to the garbage can where he had thrown your letter in the hope of fixing it so that he could read what it said only to find that the letter did not have salvation after having destroyed it with his quirk.

“Did he at least apologize to you afterwards?” Kirishima asked.

“Not exactly, but the next day he brought me a stuffed dragon” you replied “I’m sure his mother forced him but I kept him anyway” you shrugged.

You were wrong. His mother did not force him, Bakugo himself asked his parents to take him to the toy store to buy you a stuffed animal in the hope of seeing you smile again because he hated knowing that he was the reason for your sadness. And his plan worked because he just gave you the stuffed dragon you smiled at him and hugged him while thanking him.

“Anyway, that’s my seven year old heartbreak story”

But for the little Bakugo the story didn’t end there.

Next Valentine I look forward to your letter, but that year you didn’t write a letter to him but you made cookies for the whole grade. This time there was nothing special for him. So he decided to wait until the following year to give you the bracelet that he had made for you with the help of his father. Only the next year you didn’t give him a letter either and again you baked something for the whole grade. The worst that that year your desk was full of letters from his classmates. Unlike him, you didn’t tear any letters but thanked everyone for the gesture and apologized for not reciprocating their feelings.

“What about you, Bakugo? Don’t you have any history?” Mina asked making the blonde snap out of her thoughts.

“No, maybe next year” he replied without taking his eyes off you making you blush.

Bonus

Valentine’s Day had arrived. You couldn’t care less so you were in your room eating candy while watching rom-coms until you heard a knock on the door.

You get up from your bed and open the door to find Bakugo.

“Hello” you said, unable to hide your surprise.

“For you” said the blond, getting straight to the point, handing you a box along with an envelope.

“Bakugo, it is not necessary, if it is because I told about the letter it was not for you to feel pressured to do this” you said clearly nervous and with red cheeks.

“Shut up, just open the envelope” he ordered crossing his arms.

“Good” you murmured and stood for a few seconds without doing anything thinking that he would leave. Then you realized that he wanted to be present when you read whatever he wrote to you.

Without wasting any more time, you opened the envelope to find a pink paper, like the letter paper you gave him years ago, with stickers of hearts and stars on the edges, also the same stickers that you had put on your letters, and written “I’m Sorry” in large print in bright red ink. You couldn’t believe that Bakugo will remember the details of your letter. You took your eyes off the paper to meet the blond’s red irises.

“I’m really sorry to have broken your letter” you felt your heart warm when you saw the gentleness with which he looked at you, it was not normal to see that kind of look in Bakugo “Now can you write me another letter? ”

“Why?”

“Why?” He repeated “Getting together with Denki is doing you wrong, it is affecting your neurons ”

“Bakugo!” you complained.

“You just want to hear me say it right?” you nodded with a smile “Well, I like you” And as if it were possible your smile grew even more.

“I think I like you too”

“Do you think?”

“I don’t know, I need something to check it out”

“Idiot, just say you want to kiss me” he said making you laugh.

a/n: first post back from my break, i’m feeling so much better, and to be completely honest, i’ve really missed writing. i think a break was definitely what i needed, but it feels right to be back, to be tuning my thoughts into this creative process, it really frees my mind.

summary: at first, it’s just a coincidence that bakugou stumbles upon you at your job, but soon it becomes a selfish urge to get to know you, outside of classes.

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk

warnings: swearing, fluff, bakugou likes coffee/tea?, slight obsession/possessiveness,

word count: 2.1k

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It’s really almost ironic how Bakugou, or as you like to call him-in the privacy of your loneliness, Katsuki, walks in, completely unaware. And while Katsuki isn’t some sort of nickname, rather his first name, you still feel embarrassed calling him anything but Bakugou.

He walks in as you’re topping a caramel latte with some cinnamon-truly you’d recognize that head of blonde hair anywhere.

He’s dressed casually, as he would be, it’d make no sense for him to be in his hero costume, or in the school uniform since he was neither getting off from classes nor out on patrol for a work study. He was just out and about, you’d assumed.

You worked at a café for some spending cash, nothing too draining, and nothing you couldn’t handle on top of all your studies. You’d gotten the school’s permission to work off-campus as long as you proved with your grades, that you could handle it. 

When his crimson eyes met with your (e/c) ones, you felt like time had stopped. No one from your class had ever asked what you did outside of classes, let alone had anyone found out that you had a job. 

With what seemed like a selfish smirk, he sauntered up to the counter and began to analyze the menu.

“Hi, how are you today?” You ask politely, nerves washing over you as you stare at your classmate. Despite being within the same age range, and in the same class, attending the same school, managing in about the same skill level, you felt so small in his presence.

“Doin’ great, didn’t know you had a job.” Bakugou’s voice is quiet, matching with the calmness inside the small café. He glances down at you, his smirk fading away into a normal expression.

“You never asked if I did.” You retorted, leaning against the counter. It was your turn to glance at him. 

He’s wearing jeans, and a baggy tan sweater. It was what you assumed was some sort of casual streetwear? Whatever it was it looked really comfortable. And for what seemed like the millionth time today, you’re distracted by another customer to not even notice anything else around you.

While staring at the embroidered logo on the chest of his sweater, you don’t even hear what he wants. It’s not until he flicks your forehead, your hands shooting up to cover where he’s just inflicted a small stinging pain, that you realize what’s happening.

“Sorry! Can you repeat that?” You ask, looking away, readying up at your register.

“A caramel macchiato, with cinnamon on top.” Bakugou glances down at your tip jar and then back up at you. He pays for his drink, but you don’t fail to notice the few bills he slips in, a small nod in your direction following as he goes to sit down, scrolling through his phone.

 You begin to make his drink, preparing it like you were being watched by the owner of the business you worked for, preparing it with the upmost caution and preciseness, making sure you had perfect lines of caramel on the froth on top, and a pleasing amount of cinnamon on top of that.

“Katsuki!” You call, your voice breaking slowly toward the end of his name. It was the first time you’d said his name in front of him. At least his first name. When he reaches the counter, you can tell that his cheeks are visibly redder than usual. You want to ask if he’s okay, but you’re pulled from your thoughts when you feel his fingers brush against yours as he takes his drink.

“Thanks.” Bakugou comments quietly. He steps away from the counter and then pauses, turning back to look at you.

“What time do you get off?” He questions, peeling the wrapper off of his straw, disposing it into the nearby trashcan.

“I’m here till we close today, why?” You ask but you get no answer. Bakugou hums and walks off, the bell dinging above the door as he exits.

You don’t expect to see him later that night at all, but when he walks in, just a few minutes before closing, your heart swells. It’s an odd feeling, despite the crush you already have on him.

“Welcome back.” You say softly. He’s the only customer in the store, thankfully things had slowed down as the night carried on. Surprisingly, people didn’t care much for coffee at nine at night.

“You got any of those fudge slices left?” Bakugou approaches the counter.

“I saved one just for you.” You tease, pulling it out from it’s glass display case.

“It’s on the house.” You nod, handing him the small napkin holding the fudge slice.

“Thanks.” Bakugou walks over to one of the tables and sits down, munching on the fudge.

“You almost ready to go?” Your manager steps out, having finished cleaning all the machines for the night.

“Just about.” You watch Bakugou from behind the counter, his crimson eyes peaking at you every so often.

Eventually though, you have to walk him out, locking the door behind him. It doesn’t take long for you to close up, and when you step outside, you’re met with the chilly night air.

Until you’re nudged by Bakugou as he walks by you.

“You gonna stand there?” 

“Why’d you wait out here, it’s freezing!” 

“Someone had to walk you home, you’d probably trip over your own feet on the way there and freeze to death.”

“I’ve worked nights before and made it home completely fine. I think you just wanted to walk me home.” You tease him, your face stinging in the wind. It’s a cold walk back to the campus, but you’ve mastered getting there as quickly as possible due to things like the nights getting colder, and rain.

“Shut up, dumbass.” 

The following day, you’re off, much to Bakugou’s surprise when you both bump into each other in the common room.

He just nods at you as you pass. Later on, you decide to repay him, sliding the tip he’d left you back under his door. You felt bad for taking his money like that, he was your classmate. You made plenty of tips anyway.

But Bakugou wasn’t having any of it.

He made it a point to return that tip to you, even if he had to sneak in your room to do so.

Although you answered after his third knock.

“Hey, what’s up?” You questioned in your doorway.

“This is for you to keep, idiot.” Bakugou groaned, handing you back the folded bills. You shook your head.

“I don’t need it, besides you could use that to buy another drink or-”

“I’m not leaving until you take this.” 

“Stubborn.” You mumbled, reaching for the folded up tip. You feel awful taking his cash, and in this moment it feels almost illegal. Like he’s just paying you for something you do so often you feel like you haven’t even done anything worth receiving this money for.

“Barista.” The job-title almost feels like an attack when he says it. You just shake your head and glance away.

“Hey!” You lean over and flick his forehead.

“No one else knows, shut up.” You’d finally taken your revenge. Bakugou’s eyes widen, as if he’s just been told the biggest secret in the world.

Later in the week, when you’re off, Bakugou catches you leaving early in the morning, apron in hand. Luckily it’s just him awake, and you hadn’t realized he’d even been awake.

He comes and visits you, as much as he can.

On your nights, he walks you home, and you begin to really enjoy his presence. You don’t realize how safe you feel walking alongside him until one night he comes in and tells you he won’t be able to walk you home.

He recommends calling Kirishima, but you ask him politely to keep your side job just between the two of you. Bakugou respects that and gives you his phone number in case something happens.

That walk home, a little past nine, is cold, dark, and eerie. You miss the stubbornness of Bakugou’s wit as he tells you not to walk so close to the road, gripping the sleeve of your coat and yanking you over to the side he was walking on.

You miss the way he’d warm your hands up with his, telling you to be still so he didn’t accidentally hurt you.

You missed him.

Thankfully, him not being there wasn’t a recurring thing, and he showed up on time for a fudge slice a few minutes before close, he fought with you to pay for it, but you always gave it to him on the house.

However you begin to realize these meetings in secret are much deeper than you thought.

It’s when you’re sitting on the couch in the common room and Kaminari asks about Bakugou always going out somewhere, and you always being gone when he leaves.

“Are you guys doing some training together or something?” Kaminari asks, just curious.

“It’s none of your business.” Bakugou retorts, eyeing you as he answers. You keep your mouth shut, not even thinking about telling the truth to your absence. The last thing you needed was more of your classmates showing up to your job-not that Bakugou was a hassle, but because you enjoyed sharing something with just the two of you.

“That makes it seem like you guys are doing something romantic.” Kaminari wiggles his brows.

“I’ve never seen Bakugou outside of class anyway? What makes you think we’re just together all the time?” You pop in, biting your lower lip anxiously.

“When you’re gone, Bakugou leaves. And he’s staying up later. Is it wrong for me to assume you’re not doing anything secretive together? C’mon even Kirishima thinks something is up!” 

“Don’t loop me into your mess!” Kirishima butts in.

“We’re not doing anything.” You answer, and Kaminari just sighs. But you and Bakugou both know this is simply not the end.

It takes one night. Bakugou waited outside again, this time, with an umbrella since it was raining.

“Everything good?” Bakugou asks as you scurry under the umbrella, your arms touching as you reach and cling to him for heat.

“Yeah, just cold is all, I have no idea how you stand out here waiting.” You mumble, beginning your walk back.

“Here.” Bakugou grabs your hand and laces his fingers with yours, his palms heating up to warm your hand up.

That warmth spreads through your body as you walk back to the campus. 

You’re so cold, and focused on getting warmer, you completely forget your habit of walking in a few minutes before or after Bakugou, and you go in together.

Kaminari is up waiting with Kirishima, Sero, and Mina. The four of them simply stare at you and you feel as if you’ve just been caught stealing the big shiny diamond from a museum.

“Well, well, well.” Kaminari starts.

“Just get back from a date?” Mina chimes in, teasing the two of you. You quickly leap away form each other, shaking your head.

“I got suckered into a scam at the mall and called Bakugou to help. We didn’t realize how late it was.” You quickly tried to come up with an excuse.

“You went to the mall but didn’t get anything?” Sero adds.

“They’re not entitled to buy anything, dumbass.” 

“I don’t know. You’ve got something on your chin, looks like chocolate.” 

“And you.” Kaminari stands, walking over to you. He glances down and smirks.

“You only ever wear those shoes whenever you leave. Those are work-grade, anti-slip.” Kaminari smiles.

“You have a job.” 

“And you visit them at this said job, and walk them home when they work nights.” Kaminari had solved the mystery.

You glance at Bakugou and sigh.

“Please don’t tell anyone. It’s just to earn some spending cash-”

“It’s okay. Next time just tell us. It’s not like we’re gonna show up and bug you. Unlike someone.” Kaminari jokes. 

“But are you guys together or something?” Kirishima asks. You shake your head, your face warming up as you glance over at Bakugou.

He doesn’t respond and begins to walk off.

“Goodnight to you too Bakugou.” Sero teases. You nod and walk off after him, stopping him before he heads inside his dorm.

“Thank you, for walking me home. Again.” You thank the blonde.

“Someone’s gotta’ make sure the barista who tops caramel macchiato’s with extra caramel doesn’t get hurt.” Bakugou smirks.

“Hey uh…” You stammer.

“Thank you, for keeping this whole thing a secret, I really appreciate it, and all that you’ve done for me, and the café.” You look down at the ground, but Bakugou’s fingers stop you, tilting your head back up to stare at him.

His lips are on yours before you know it. It’s warm, like his hands, and you don’t want it to stop. However, oxygen is a vital part to both of yours and Bakugou’s existence. 

He’s silent when he pulls away.

“Tastes like fudge.” You laugh quietly.

“Shut up.” Bakugou’s cheeks are red as he closes the door slowly.

“Goodnight.” You tell him quietly.

“Yeah, goodnight.”

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masterlist

cupidcreates:

My Hero Academia SMAU

Parings: Reader x Dabi x Keigo Takami x Hitoshi Shinso x Tamaki Amajiki x Katsuki Bakugo

Genre: Alternate Universe/ No Quirks/ Self-Insert/ College AU/ Soulmate AU/ Crack!Characterization

Rating: 18+

Tags: She-Her Reader/ Race-Ambiguous Reader/ Multiple Partners/  Explicitly Se.xual Themes/ Mild Violence/ Suggestive Themes/ Drug Use Mentioned

Summary:

Y/N is a soon-to-be college student attending UA University along with several of her classmates. She knows that soulmate bonds are formed sometime during the year of the youngest soulmate’s 18th birthday but she plans to not worry about it and focus on school. However; her plans get rocked when she finally gets her soulmarks and has not one, not two, but fiveseparate partner marks denoting her significant others. How is she supposed to balance a six person relationship with their University course work?

Status: Completed! 

Updates: Every Day at 5:30 pm Central Time 

Notes: All characters are Aged Upand18+ / Mentions of Drug Use / Suggestive and Sexual Themes (NS*W will be tagged) / Polyamourous Relationships / Dabi is Touya Todoroki / Crack!Au Don’t Expect Consistent Characterization / Will Add Links ASAP

Definitely co-opted this idea from @smileybokuto and her fic I.F.L.Y, similar setup but I added Hawks into it cause I love him so much Check out her fic too!! Taglist is at the bottom, send me an ask if you’d like to be added! Also leave me a comment about this fic or future MHA fics, I’ve got a sequel for this one in the works right now and maybe one other story after it? So I’m open to suggestions!

MASTERLIST

Y/N Squad / Dabi Squad / Keigo Squad / Hitoshi Squad / Tamaki Squad / Bakusquad

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