Miraculous Holder! Reader in BNHA Intro

Alright, so in this fic all of the heroes who naturally have powers from Miraculous Ladybug don’t exist. The movies from Miraculous Ladybug won’t be canon, and the only ones who are allowed powers are the Reader and those who are born with a Quirk. If that made any sense.

“Get back here! I won’t let you take their Miraculous Hawk Moth!” You shouted as you hopped from rooftop to rooftop, chasing after your biggest adversary.

Ladybug’s earrings had been pulled from her head and had been sent flying off of the Eiffel Tower during her fight against Hawk Moth. Fortunately, her identity wasn’t revealed and you were able to catch them before anything bad could happen. It actually gave your own Kwamii enough time to cool down as you quickly put in the earrings and became Ladybug. You didn’t have too much time to dwell on being the new Ladybug as Hawk Moth was already chasing after Chat Noir dead set on claiming his Miraculous as well.

“Chat Noir run! He’s already plucked the earrings from Ladybug he’s after you now too!” You said, throwing your yo-yo, wrapping it around a light post and leaping through the air to land in between Chat Noir and Hawk Moth. Using your body, you shielded your feline friend from the enemy as he gazed at you laughing mockingly. “Oh, and what are you going to do about it? You’re not Ladybug, you don’t have any of her skills, what can you hope to accomplish by wearing her mask? You are nothing but a scared little mouse playing in a game too big for you to even attempt to comprehend.”

You grit your teeth and glared harshly at him, becoming angrier at his condescending tone than you already are. “It’s funny that you believe that. Want to know something? You are never getting your hands on any more Miraculous.”

Hawk Moth chuckled before throwing his head back and letting out loud, booming laughter, unaware that he had fallen into your trap.

“Really? And do you think that you can keep them safe from me?” He asked as he began to step closer towards the both of you making both you and Chat take a few steps backwards. A gentle hand on your wrist brings you out of your staring match with the enemy before you and you are met with the worried green eyes of the boy you loved.

“Milady, what are you doing? We can’t run forever. I can help you, there’s no need to do this alone.” You falter a little at his words, knowing that they are meant for the original Ladybug and not for you. You loved Chat Noir when he first became one of Paris’s beloved heroes, and when you became MultiMouse the love you tried to keep bottled up for him only seemed to overflow. But to hear the nickname meant for her directed at you only seemed to break your heart a little more.

You had to do this alone. No one else should get hurt because of the decisions you make right here and now.

That includes Chat Noir.

You placed one of your hands over his own, mentally counting in your head as you turned to face him. “I’m sorry Chat. I wish that things could have been different.” You whispered to him as you glanced behind him briefly to see a body of water behind him. Confident that he would be fine and survive, you forced your lips against his own, distracting him momentarily as you ripped his Miraculous off of his finger and shoving him into the water, swiftly putting his ring on as you faced Hawk Moth all on your own.

If there was one thing the Ladybug before you and yourself could agree on, it was that identities should always be kept secret. So that those close to you don’t suffer from your actions.

“If I can’t protect them, they will go down with me. You will have to pry them from my corpse! Plagg, Tikki combine!”

“No!” He screamed as a bright green light enveloped you.

Parts of the original Chat Noir costume covered sections on the Ladybug costume. Black cat ears appeared on your head, the edges of your mask became a solid black, your pupils became slits like a cat’s eye, your hair became braided and long to act as a tail, from your mid thigh and down became solid black and the bottom of your feet had green kitty paw prints, and from your elbows to your fingers became solid black and you now had sharp claws.

“You fool! Have you any idea as to what you have done!?” He screamed hysterically as he advanced towards you bringing his cane down to strike you. You reacted swiftly and pulled out the baton from your back to block his strikes.

Pushing back against him, you hit him directly in his chest causing him to go flying backwards into a chimney. “I am aware as to what could happen if these Miraculous are paired together. Fortunately for you, I’m not going to use the wish that is supposed to come with it.” You dodged an oncoming strike from him as you brought the baton up to defend from his flurry of attacks. “In the hands of someone like you, your wish could break our reality and harm millions of innocent people. Fluff now!”

As you shouted to the rabbit kwamii, she lead the others towards you carrying the Miracle Box that had housed them for centuries. Fluff quickly brought you her Miraculous and you had quickly combined Plagg, Tikki and Fluff to create a portal for the kwamiis to escape into.

“What are you doing!? Give me the Miraculous Box and your Miraculous!” He shouted as he lunged at you, pretending to swing at you as he made a grab at the earrings. Seizing this opportunity, you grabbed his Miraculous and pushed him away from you. As he was encumbered by a bright purple light and detransformed to reveal Gabriel Agreste. A purple kwamii popped out from the broach as you walked away from the man on his knees, leaving him wondering as to what had just happened.

“You! You! What are you doing to the Miracle Box!? Where are you taking my Miraculous!? What about my wish!?” He asked bewildered as he scrambled to his feet to try and catch up to you as you had closed the portal behind Nooroo.

You turned your attention to him, only now realizing that there were multiple cameras on the both of you. You ignored them and turned your attention to the broken man before you. “The Miraculous were a gift that was presented to the world. A gift that you and countless of others have abused for your own selfish gains. Until the world can prove that it can change, Miraculous will be taken away and protected so that no one may misuse them again. All Guardians are hereby dismissed.” You declared coldly as you locked eyes with him and the cameras briefly before opening up a portal below you above the water. Before you entered it, you turned your attention to Gabriel Agreste one last time to reveal the last Miraculous of the Miracle Box that had been long forgotten.

The Peacock Miraculous.

It seemed to do the trick as he gasped and frantically searched his person to try and find where you had taken it off of him.

“Only when the world can prove itself will ALL of the Miraculous return.” And with that you leapt off of the rooftop, into the portal and were gone from Paris as the portal sealed shut and disappeared behind you.

Your declaration had left the other Miraculous Wielders and Guardians of their boxes in a panic. The whole world blew up and fell apart at the disappearances of all Miraculous. Guardians fought frantically to try and ward you off, but you were ruthless and relentless as you took them all away. There was nothing that anyone had said nor done that could change your mind as you hid away all of the Miraculous from around the world.

And the world had changed in regard to the loss of the Miraculous that had once inhabited. Streets had flooded with chaos and confusion, crime rates had fluctuated, and then for a while there was nothing. It was as though they had never been presented to the world.

Social media, the news and talk shows had all wondered if Miraculous had all existed in the first place. Some even went as far as to claim that it was something that someone had come up with in the spur of the moment and that many people had put their faith in it. Those who knew that the Miraculous were real were all eagerly awaiting it’s return to the world.

Almost an entire century had passed before something new was presented to the world. Quirks. Suddenly the topic of quirks had dominated over society that the topic of Miraculous had been long forgotten to the world.

In fact, it wasn’t until a young green haired male was trying to survive middle school that Miraculous had presented itself to the world again.

today we’re thinking about Deku and his stundere wife .

Cw: Black fem reader, afab anatomy, light smut-like its mostly fluff but there’s the smallest sprinkle of smut, body descriptions.

Izuki Midoriya loves his mean wife.

No one can understand why he’s been with someone who seems so agitated with his existence for so long , but he really does. And you are mean.Always snapping at him about one thing or another .

He didn’t run an errand on time.

He forgot to take the dog out this morning.

The lawn isn’t mowed.

Popping him in his forehead because he didn’t pick the kids up from school or drop them off for clubs.

To other people you seem insufferable.

But for Izuku, its what other people don’tsee that’s got him so hooked.

They didn’t see way your brown eyes went as wide as saucers when he got down on one knee , or the the way your usually strong , steady voice faltered when you said yes (reluctantly of course)

or how your face lit up the first time you held your firstborn after pushing through eight hours of labor like a fucking champ. Beautiful brown lips curling up into the most delicate smile he had ever seen in his life.

Other people never get the privilege of hearing you rant about your favorite tv shows , spiky voice unusually calm. (Deku would never say it upfront , but he never knows what’s going on in any of the shows you like, no matter how many times you explain it to him, the only thing on his mind being your adorable voice.)

For as long as you’ve been married , he still dosent think He’s ever heard you say you loved him. You might have mumbled it once while he was dragging you to bed after you had too many drinks at a Christmas party but he isn’t too sure.

But the thing is ,Deku dosent need to hear you say you love him to know that you do.

He feels it in the chaste kisses you leave on his temple as you leave for work , early in the morning when you think He’s sleep. He never is.

He can taste it in the wonderful foreign dishes you have waiting for him on the dinning room table every day when he returns home from his hero agency, battered and bruised. Before you , he was sure his favorite food was Katsudon, but now its whatever you feel like blessing his palate with.

He sees it in how understanding you are, Never jumping down his throat when hero work keeps him busy ,not even when he misses anniversaries , or birthdays, or first days of school.

He knows you love him because of how tight you wrap your hands around his torso, tear streaked face planted in his chest , shaking because “you thought he might not make it home tonight.”

His entire body drips in your love when He’s balls deep inside your perfect cunt, the feeling of connection so sacred and warm, he thinks if given the chance , he might never leave. Your manicured nails scratching lines on his back, cutting deeper than any insult you could ever spit at him.

Yes, for Deku its what others don’t see that truly matters, because for all your nitpicking, fussing and borderline domestic abuse,

Deku knows you love him.

And boy does he love you too.

ᴵ ᵒⁿˡʸ ᶜᵃˡˡ ʸᵒᵘ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᶦᵗˢ ʰᵃˡᶠ ᵖᵃˢᵗ ᶠᶦᵛᵉ, ᵗʰᵉ ᵒⁿˡʸ ᵗᶦᵐᵉ ᴵ'ᵈ ᵉᵛᵉʳ ᶜᵃˡˡ ʸᵒᵘ ᵐᶦⁿᵉ

Pairing- Fwb! Bakugou x Black! Fem! Reader.

Summary- As long as you’ve known Katsuki Bakugou , He’s never been the type for commitment. you were ok with that at first - but after a while his fuck and dip lifestyle started to leave you feeling used and drained .You were thinking today you’d finally have the strength to break things off with him , but as usual Bakugou seems to have different plans.

Content warning- semi-established relationship, manipulation/blackmail/dubcon ,Possessive Bakugou,Black reader, Body descriptions, fem anatomy, fem reader, dumbification, Porn with plot, degradation, Bakugo’s pretty mean, civilian au/no quirk 18+ MdnI

You knew he wouldn’t be there when you turned over.

Katsuki’s presence was something that couldn’t be ignored, and right now your room couldn’t feel more bare.

You knew he wouldn’t be there when you turned over, the same way you knew he had left as soon as you fell asleep. Long gone and on his way to stick his dick into anyone who’d let him .

You knew all of this, yet that didn’t stop the sharp pang of reality from shooting across your chest and settling stubbornly in your heart when you flipped over to find a very, empty bed.

The reality is you don’t mean shit to Katsuki bakugo.

But even as you’re left with only his traces on your body in the forms of hickies and deep bruises, you cant bring yourself to actually hate him. He told you what this was from the start.

“Nothing serious, none of that relationship shit.”

Sleazball, Slut, Passed around?sure- but you cant call Katsuki Bakugou a lair.

No, if anything he was brutally honest.

You recall the time he smoked you out, and in your fuzzy lightheaded state you had made the mistake of asking him what you were to him.

“Good pussy” He had answered shortly , spending no time thinking about it before taking another drag of his swisher.

In all honesty you have no right to be upset. You know this.

Not once in you’re relationship has Bakugou ever given you a single shred of hope of starting something serious.

He never stayed after he came.

Never asked if you needed aftercare.

Never even bothered to help with cleaning up after.

This-assuming that by some magical stroke of fate he would fall in love with you-was purely your fault, and today you were going to fix it.

Katsuki would show up at your door step at a approximately 5 :30 . That being the only constant in your relationship.

He’d show up at five thirty, and expect you to drop everything to attend to his needs. It didn’t matter what you’d been doing or how tired you were. When Katsuki rang, you answered. But this time -This time you wouldn’t.

You’d open the door- of course- but that was as far as things would go.

you wouldn’t step to the side and allow him to slip into your apartment and you wouldn’t allow him to talk you out of your panties. You would tell him you had no interest in being his plaything anymore and he would leave.

You could feel the weight beginning to lift off of your shoulders.

After today Bakugou Katsuki would no longer be your problem. It wasn’t like you’re relationship was progressing, and you were getting old to have fucking friends with benefits. You’ve come to the point in your life where you were strictly looking for serious things, and all of this was for the better.at least that’s what you try to tell yourself.

By the time five o'clock rolls around, every bit of uncertainty has already evaporated from your body and when Katsuki’s awaited doorbell ring echo’s throughout your apartment you’re not nearly as nervous and you thought you would be.

You crack the door open only slightly , just enough so that he can see your face an hear you clearly when you say

“Ive been thinking and we should stop seeing each other , don’t come here again Katsuki.”

You’re proud of how steady your voice is.

You’re starting to shut the door before a Jordan four clad foot jams into the doorway.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” The bass in his gravely voice seems to drain out all the self confidence you were so sure you had a minute ago.

“I think -we should-stop seeing each other.” You repeat, cringing mentally at how faint you sounded.

Katsuki’s carmine eyes seemed to study you for a second, head cocked to the side before he throws it back , a boisterous laugh erupting from him.

“ What the fuck are you going on about shitty woman? He snorts "You sound like you’re breaking up with me or some shit.”

“Could you- could you move your foot?” You try again.

Your words don’t seem to register to Katsuki as he simply pushes past you into your apartment, sending panic shooting though you. “The fuck are you doing? "I just -

"I heard you, I was just thinking you must’ve lost a few braincells from air loss when you were gagging on my dick last night. He sighs slipping off one of his shoes. "Or maybe those fucking braids are too tight.”

His words sting- they always sting-but you dont back down. “Katsuki if you dont get out of my house I’m going to call the police.”

He seems to become even more humored at this, a small smile forming on his lips.

“ I’m tired of you coming over here whenever you feel like it and using me however you like. I’m grown as hell Katsuki, what the fuck do I look like having friends with benefits at this big age? Clearly whatever the fuck this is isn’t progressing any further and its not like you cant go find some other bitch to get off on, Now get the hell out my house! you spit, words filled with venom.

"You done now?” Katsuki sighs uninterestedly. Your face heats up at how unbothered he is with your feelings.

“Because if you’re little performance is over, we can try being transparent with each other. ”

“What the hell are you-Get the fuck out Bakugou, right now!” You shout.

“I’ll leave sure, but what would I do with all these pretty pictures you sent me?” The blonde asks more to himself than you.

Your heart drops to your feet as he continues “It’d be a shame if my finger slipped or some shit and my entire group chat , or maybe even your job got those .”

“y’ think shitty hair will like your tits as much as I do?”

A lump forms in your throat as you recall the many lewd photos Katsuki had of you on his phone, you hadn’t put it past him too refuse to delete them- but you never thought he’d be scummy enough to use them as some kind of fucked up blackmail.

“Y-you wouldn’t ” You whimper, tears starting to well up in your eyes.

The blonde’s smile widens" That’s right, I wouldn’t, if you were to start acting like you have fucking sense and not like some brain dead idiot.“ Your breath hitches at that.

"You can start with losing all those fucking clothes.” He smiles “Maybe I’ll fuck you over the kitchen counter, never tried that before.. Katsuki trails off, pulling his shirt from over his head and your arms feel like lead as you do the same. you fiddled with your jeans hopping that by some stroke of luck He’d come to his damn senses.

"The fuck are you standing like that for?” Your dumbass forgot how to unbutton your pants or some shit?“ The blonde growls .

"Gotta do every fucking thing around here!” He snaps stomping over to you, roughly grabbing the hem of your pants.

By the time he finally works your pants down past your ankles you know he has no intention of stopping.

“Y’re already fuckin wet” He sneers , the dark spot seeping through underwear incredibly obvious. “ Made such a big fuckin show of how fucking sick of me you are, but this cute brown cunt seems to know who she belongs too.”

His voice sends ripples through your pussy and you knew he wasn’t lying. No matter how much you tried to pretend you were done Bakugou Katsuki , your body was always there to bring you back down to reality.

“Cute little bitches like you have no business thinking, the blonde mumbles, two thick fingers prodding at your entrance. "The only fucking thing you need to be thinking about is taking my cock, you leave all the important decisions to me alright?”

He pushes both fingers in with no warning and you tense, whimpering at the sudden intrusion. “S’ fucking sloppy for me, its like this shit is all your good for” Katsuki chuckled. “But lets be fucking honest, it is all your good for, or else I wouldn’t be here, but you knew that already.” Katsuki groans , fingers plunging deeper inside of you as he bends you over your kitchen island.

He slides his fingers out of you swiftly, pressing his print against your thigh , rutting harshly. You curse the way your hips grind back, as if the action was muscle memory.

“See this fucking body knows what it wants, why dont you tell me too?”

You want nothing more than to punch the smug look he no doubt has on his face off of him. Scream, shout, curse his name. But you won’t. He knows it, you know it.

“M'not gonna fucking put it in until you fucking beg.”

Maybe if you had refused, pushed him off of you-something -anything, the outcome would have been different. But as usual , the relationship existed on Katsuki’ terms. It always had, and it always would. He knows it, you know it.

When Katsuki Rang you answered.And today would be no different.

“P-please, Suki’-wan-want it inside , please.” You whimper, the shame you felt for complying long gone.

“Cant-fuck-Cant fucking hear you.”

“ Need it-Need it suki’ please”

That seems to please him since you feel the thick mushroom head of his cock poke into your entrance, sending ripples through your body.

“Already clamping down on me-fuck” The blonde groans resting his head in the crook of your neck, the sound of his hips slamming against your ass echoing throughout your apartment.

The night becomes a blur. Orgasm after orgasm wrecking through your body. Katsuki seems to make it a point to take you on every surface he could find, doggystyle on the couch, reverse cowgirl on the kitchen table. Laying you down on the abdomen and yanking your legs onto his shoulders. Thrust deeper, hands holding on tighter.

Somehow the two of you make it to the bedroom and the way Katsuki is plowing you into the mattress made you felt like you were melting. Any shame you might have felt was completely gone, you felt so fucking full, so good.

Until you felt nothing at all.

—-

When you wake up, you knew he wouldn’t be there.

You know this and still the pang of hurt shoots through you when you turn around to an empty bed. You weren’t strong enough to get rid of him. You’d never ne strong enough to get rid of him.

A small part of you had always known this. Known you were bull shitting yourself when you said you were done with Katsuki Bakugou. Bull shitting yourself by thinking you had any say anyways.

Bull shitting yourself into thinking one of these days you’d turn around and he’d still be there.

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Toxic Bakugou tbh! ‍♀️

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Today we’re thinking about the bnha boys and their love languages.

Summary-simple Headcanons of how the Bnha boys show affection to their black s/o, bc black readers deserve soft things too.

CW-Black reader, Gender non specific , body descriptions , fluff.

Katsuki Bakugou-Acts of service

We all know Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight isn’t the best with his words-He cant verbalize affection to safe his life- so he tries to make up for it with by being a man of action.

You need a couch moved? He’s got it.

A tv mounted ? Hes already on his way to your place, let him clock out of the agency first.

Help detangling your hair? Hes got the water bottle and brush ready.

Cant fall asleep? Hes right there, full out singing lullaby’s and telling stories until you drift off.

Despite being an emotionally constipated idiot at times, he can also be quite adorable, Imagine a big, ripped 6'4 pro hero Bakugou trailing after you like a little puppy, poking at random things in your apartment like

“This need fixing?”

“Katsuki its not broken.”

“What about this”

“That’s not broken either”

“Well I’m just trynna help shitty extra!”

Shoto Todoroki-Material Spoiling

Shoto is yet another emotionally constipated baby, luckily for him, he happens to be a very rich emotionally constipated baby.

Touch is pretty much out of the window because of how awkward it makes him feel-both giving and receiving- and he never had a very Talkativehousehold-well except for his fathers constant jeering that he had to be the best and surpass allmight - pair that with his naturally stoic attitude , words don’t exactly come easy to Shoto , but he figures he dosent need words or meaningless touch when he has millions of dollars .

Anything you want is yours before you have the chance to mention it to him.

He sees you browsing a catalogue , eyes landing on something for too long, its purchased with next day delivery.

Overhears you talking about something to your friends, he’s already looking for it online.

You never have to worry about how expensive hair supplies is, or paying for new styles because he has you completely covered, even if you insist that you can take care of it yourself.

You express interest in something while window shopping with him and he is going to walk right into the store and buy it -along with anything else he sees that you might like.

Your standing outside the store all dumbfounded because when you pointed out that “those shoes are cute” You weren’t expecting Shoto to walk into the store and buy every god damn pair of shoes in the place.

He walks out , stupid look plastered on his usually emotionless face, as if he just completed some grand service. “Why do you look so ticked, I thought you liked these”

And you’re standing their in awe studying the twelve boxes stacked in his hands thinking about what a cute idiot he is.

Hanta Sero- Sleeping

Unlike Bakugou and Todoroki Sero has no problem expressing his love for you in the traditional ways.

He’s almost corny with all the adoring praises he gives you throughout the day,

“Are you a parking ticket? ‘Cause you’ve got ‘fine’ written all over you.”

“If you were a vegetable, you’d be a ‘cute-cumber.”

“Do you happen to have a Band-Aid? ‘Cause I scraped my knees falling for you” are just some of his most recent corny ass attempts at wooing you.

its almost impossible to pry him off of you, He’s constantly poking, pulling and prodding at any piece of you he can get his fingers on, your thighs , your tummy, your hair-all might as well not even belong to you anymore. But despite that, his actual love language is pretty non traditional.

The way Sero sees it, sleeping is the ultimate show of trust and adoration. When your sleeping your completely and utterly vulnerable, so you have to have crazy amounts of trust in someone to sleep around them, right?

Besides , there’s nothing sero loves more than coming home after a particularly brutal day of hero work, tracking you down and pulling you away from whatever activity was previously occupying your attention , then dragging you back to his place for a nice, long napping session.

It dosent matter what fight you try to put up

“ I’m studying right now”

“Hanta I’m cooking”

“Sero I’m not tired right now”

The night will always end with you on top of him in his Hammock, arms wrapped tightly around your frame.

Kirishima Eijirou- A little bit of everything.

Kiri isn’t emotionally constipated, but he does have moments of insecurity, You’re like the most wonderful amazing perfect person ever in the world , so he cant help but feel a little inadequate.

Him of all people? Why not someone with a flashier quirk like Bakugou, or Todoroki?

Because of this Kiri does tend to kind of overcompensate when it comes to showing affection.

You want something , he’ll pay for it.

Need something done? Whatever it is he can take care of it, he swears.

You’ve- tried to reassure Kirishima that there’s noting wrong with him and you don’t need grand gestures of love , but it always end in him denying everything .

“Baby I brought you some flowers, and chocolates , i-Im not sure what your favorites are so I tried to get as many as possible and- He trails off.

"Ei , you bought me flowers and chocolate yesterday” You sigh, at the redhead as he stumbles into your apartment, hands full with boxes of chocolate and at least six different types of bouquets.

“Yeah, but those were only mediocre flowers and chocolates , someone like you deserves the very best.”

Lord he was projecting like a mf.

“Ei, you know you’re a wonderful boyfriend right , you’re not mediocre so you don’t have to do all this…every day..” You try again

“Oh its nothing like that, I just saw these and I thought you might like them-there’s nothing -it has nothing to do with me.”

So much for being the voice of reason.

“You might as well spend the night, there’s no way I can eat all of these without help.” You sigh in defeat.

Neito Monoma -playful teasing

Don’t get me wrong, he can be nice sometimes.

He’ll compliment how you’ve chosen to style your hair .Help you out with cleaning your place, without you having to ask him. Act oblivious when gifts pop at your door.

“Nieto you’re the only person I mentioned wanting this to.”

“Accusing him, The Phantom Thief of wasting his precious money on waste like you?” He’d never.

But as nice as he can be, He’s still Monomoa, and he still likes picking on you. Although he does find himself going a little easier on you.

“You’d better be lucky your cute, because it looks like you got dressed in the dark.”

“You could at least try to look nice when I take you out y'know”

“Man, I never thought I’d get with someone like you.”

Its not that Monoma wants to hurt your feeling per-se , its just the adorable face you make when your flustered or pissed at something he says is just to delicious to resist. If he ever does go to far with his teasing, the higher than though façade drops immediately .

“Baby, please! You know I was just joking right? I didn’t mean it.” He’ll sob, damn near on his knees trying to convince you to forgive him.

You’re well aware Neito didn’t mean the stupid shit he said to you, its just nice to see him grovel once in a while.

Besides, he can stand to get off his high horse sometimes.

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if you noticed in the summary, I stated that “ Black readers deserve soft things too” This is because myself and a lot of other black people on this site have noticed that most black fics are often times dark . *There’s nothing wrong with dark content , and I enjoy writing /reading it myself, however there is no damn reason for most black fics to have Noncon, Abusive relationship, Dubcon tags. Its slick giving stereotypes and Finding black fluff, or fics where the reader isn’t forced or abused is literally hard as shit. So if you’re a Non black writer writing black shit step back and ask yourself “Why is this so degrading? Why is degrading content the only thing I feel comfortable writing when it comes to black readers? -Thanks, Management ‍♀️

Everything is x Black reader, unless specified otherwise.

Jujutsu Kaisen

Earned it- As his sugar baby you like to tease Gojo .You find it exhilarating. Unluckily for you, Gojo thinks its quite exhilarating to punish you.

All night long-When a cute little virgin shows up at your doorstop looking for your services,you figure he’s quick money, but Yuji Itadori is going to prove that there’s nothingLittle about him.

Thinking about The Jujutsu Kaisen men and their kinks-Headcanons to drabbles of things I think get the jjk men off.

MHA

Deku and his stundere wife-Drabble of Midoriya simping for his mean wife.

The bnha boys and their love languages-Fluff piece of how the Bnha boys show their black Gn s/o affection.

Bakugou falling in love with his polar opposite-Fluff of Bakugou with a black s/o who has an opposite personality to him.

The hills- As long as you’ve known Katsuki Bakugou , He’s never been the type for commitment. you were ok with that at first - but after a while his fuck and dip lifestyle started to leave you feeling used and drained .You were thinking today you’d finally have the strength to break things off with him , but as usual Bakugou seems to have different plans - follow up ask

Soft service dom Bakugou with a girl boss wife-Headcanons to drabbles of house husband Bakugou and his girl boss wife.

Sadistic pervert denki- Headcanons/drabbles of sadistic pervert Kaminari and his black girlfriend.

Mean Jock Kiribaku and their favorite geek- drabbles of mean jock Kiribaku tormenting a poor little nerd.

A humbling Experience - You always seem to get off on tormenting Katsuki, And he’s always found himself being the bigger person . But when you go too far during a group project he decides he’s done being the bigger person, He’ll have to knock you off your high horse.

Unpleasent suprise-You home alone on a Saturday night, bored out of your mind -unluckily for you someone’s about to make it a lot more interesting .

What A Time- You and Izuku Midoriya had betrothed yourselves to each other as young lovers before he left U. A . Upon Your estranged lover’s return he discovers that you’ve moved on.

Sub readerx Dom bakugou squad-

Tokyo Revengers

The sounds of toman-Headcanons to drabbles of what the Tokyo manji men sound like in bed.

Helping hand -You’re Angry’s first serious girlfriend, and He just cant seem to figure out how to get you off, but luckily for him His big brother has his back.

Slow night-You reluctantly accept a private dance from a strange man to make a little extra money during a slow night at your club. You have no idea that he’s one of the most wanted men In Osaka…or that he’s taking a liking to the cute little foreign dancer at his favorite club.