The Way Your Panty Thief Foursome Fic With Shinsou, Bakugo, And Kirishima UNLOCKED Something Deep Within

Smh I'm just gonna find every picture of hyunjin in my gallery as revenge >:( for biaswrecking™ me

What in earth are you doing? Omg wait.. what? Wait that last middle gif. Wait, Alice this isn’t fair. Jesus Christ and you sent more of these.

FUCK!

"Sir?" Then I cried

Can you see this, Midoriya, Sir? She smiled…! She smiled!

And They Were Roommates

modern!AU - Part One

Part Two ⋆⋆  Part Three

todoroki shouto x female roomate!reader

Synopsis: When you need a roommate, you should have included on a no-boys-allowed policy.

warning: implied smut… making out… ((this is my first time writing like this so be warned))

word count: 2,613

A/N: so this is honestly my first time writing in this type of way, and it wasnt requested, so does this make me a pervert??? i don’t know, anyways this was supposed to be uploaded so long ago but i had a busy day, please forgive me!!!! this story is also one for smut, fluff, and angst

It had been officially two days since your old roommate had moved out on account of her getting married, and while you were happy for her, you were upset about being told about this ceremony the night before the wedding. You were a working individual, you had big dreams that entailed you working with a set income, benefits, and perks, but to obtain that you needed experience. So, at the moment you were working minimum wage jobs that tired you to the bone, and for your roommate to pull out of your decent place without at least a two-week notice left you desperate for a roommate.

So you turned to Craiglist and posted an ad for the spare room, despite the fact the mass majority of people you knew protested; there was absolutely no time to be picky you justified when rent was approaching. Over one hundred people answered your post, most of which were creepy old men, but you had narrowed it down to three individuals who seemed polite through the initial communication. And all were confirmed girls, except one, but again, you weren’t really sure if they were a man or not.

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Captain to Captain, Ace to Ace, Mom to Mom. Progressively getting t i g h t e r

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A/N: Since tumblr is being a bitch again and won’t let me add the “read more” option, I have to post this separately from the request… hope it’s okay @bnhalovelies ! btw this request has me breathing heavily, it’s lowkey highkey hot!

Pairing: Endeavor x reader x Hawks

Rating: SMUT

Summary: Endeavor showing Hawks how to properly fuck a woman

Warnings: 18+! Sir-kink, cum play, slapping your ass, rough sex, curse words

Words: 3.1k

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“Do you need anything else, Sir?” You asked politely, looking at both men with a sweet smile on your lips. “No, that should be enough y/n. I’ll call you when we need something.” He dismissed you, turning his gaze back the the man in front of him. Hawks’ half lidded eyes watched your figure, chin lazily propped on his hand, smiling at you absentmindedly. As you turned around to leave, his eyes moved lower, smile getting brighter as he watched the show in front of him. “Hawks?” Endeavor snarled, teeth clenching. Slowly the blonde turned back to him, still smiling. “Yeah?” “Did you just… Tch. Nothing.” The other just growled, letting the topic die before it even started. “What did you even wanted to talk about, Hawks?” The red haired male asked, watching the hero in front of him closely. “Back to business, huh? Is it that odd that I just like spending time with you?” The blonde grinned. “Most likely.” The other answered simply. “You know… You’re really a lucky man, Endeavor.” The winged hero started, taking food from the plates in front of him. “Being successful, having your own agency with many sidekicks… and a beautiful secretary.” He grinned, then stuffing the food into his mouth. “I guess.” Endeavor just grumbled in return. “Have you ever thought about her… you know… in a different way?” these words made the flame hero look at the male across the table. “In what way?” He wanted to confirm if his assumptions were right. “Have you ever thought about fucking her?” Hawks grinned at the other, seeing the slight pink that painted his cheeks, which wasn’t really from embarrassment, more from lust. His member started to react at this thought, getting harder and pressing against the fabric angrily, wanting to be freed.

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Caffeine Rush (NSFW) | BNHA

anime  |  character:  bnha  |  bakugou katsuki

word count: 17,845

Themes/warnings: 18+, aged-up, praise kink, blowjob, fingering, spanking, overstimulation, swearing, mild degradation, unprotected sex 

The office building that made Ground Zero agency was quiet and still. The appointed office hours were over hours back. 

Most staff had already retired for the day. Among the black, lifeless screens on the desks, only hers stayed running bright and full of words on its screen. 

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Someone To You Shoto x Reader

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Summary: On your 16th birthday you and your soulmate get similar tattoos that appear on your wrists. The closer you get to your soulmate the warmer the tattoos feel. You transfer back to UA and are extremely excited to see your childhood best friend Bakugou again. When you’re introduced to class 1A your tattoo burns as you meet the gaze of none other than Shoto Todoroki: your soulmate.

Genre: Soulmate AU

Pairings: Shoto Todoroki x Reader

Status: Ongoing

Warnings: Language, angst, & 17+ memes

Updates: Once-Twice a week

Introductions: YN’s Squad | Shoto’s Squad 

One: YN Has Arrived

Two: Spill The Tea

Three: Party For YN’s Birthday?

Four: Happy Birthday YN

Five: YN’s Soulmate

Six: Coffee Date With Izuku

Seven: Show Him What He’s Missing

Eight-Epilogue: Coming Soon

AN: Do not pay attention to the time stamps for this or any of my smau’s. I just kinda make them as I have the time, so it can be pretty confusing if your looking at those. 

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Yandere dragon x servant darling? The dragon is so old and powerful and has been kept sealed for many years bc no one has managed to kill it but the prince was stupid enough to unleash it hoping it would destroy the enemy kingdom but instead it kidnapped the servant who always came by to clean the room and give it some food

I decided to use Dragon-Shifter!Bakugo for this, if only because it’s my favorite bastard’s birthday and he deserves to wreak a little havoc. I think I just have a soft spot for this Fantasy AU, in general.

TW: Mentions of Death and Imprisonment, Fire, and (Non-Graphic) Violence. 

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The smoke was overwhelming.

The castle had gone up like kindling, despite all its many precautions and safeguards. You were just a servant, voiceless and powerless in the grand scheme of things, but you’d been there when the Prince made his decision. It was one of anger, of hate and frustration and pride, but you could understand the state he must’ve been in. With his army defeated and his enemy marching ever-closer, there wasn’t another choice. He could either release Bakugo, a King among beasts, or scrape together what was left of his forces and pray his surrender would be a shameless one.

Of course, his act of desperation had ended as acts of desperation always do - in screaming and destruction and fire, so much fire. Even in the open courtyard, without a roof to contain the flames and surrounded by untouched flora, the smoke bit at your lungs, permeating every piece of clothing on your body and forcing its way into your eyes, your skin, your head, your mind soon spinning and aching, turning your frantic sprint towards the castle’s gates into a stuttered, lethargic stumble. Clouds of grey obscured your vision, the stench of chemicals and burning stone quickly becoming nauseating, but you knew Bakugo’s rage better than anyone, you knew his hatred better than anyone. He’d been imprisoned far longer than you’d been alive, and rumor had it that he outlived your kingdom in its entirety. Whoever he encountered, friend or foe, would not be treated kindly. They’d be lucky if they lived to tell the tale, honestly.

Thus, the panic that ran through you as you felt a gust of wind flow over you was more than understandable, nearly strong enough to make your knees buckle. You were tempted to stop running, to search for a garden shed or a notch in the brick walls and hide until your blood boiled in your veins, but you bit the inside of your cheek and focused on your target, reminding yourself that the woods less than a hundred paces away would make a much better haven than a fortress already half-burnt to the ground. You were only able to make it a few steps forwards before something massive collapsed to the ground behind you, sending a tremor through the soil and knocking you off balance. You glanced over your shoulder reflexively, equal parts out of confusion and curiosity, but regretted the action the moment your eyes landed on that giant, terrible monster.

You’d seen Bakugo before, but he was chained down, hidden in darkness and made smaller by his captivity. He’d been crushed and barely alive, but he was free, now, his fury blazing and his golden scales catching every ray of light, only muted by the long, pitch-black spikes that jutted out at every odd angle. You gasped, a scream caught in your throat, then cursed, beginning to scramble to your feet, but another small quake forced you to stop, pinning you against the turf as Bakugo edged closer. Still, that did little to disarm the predator. You could only hold your breath as he lowered his head, his neck arching to lower himself to your height, but pain didn’t accompany his approach.

Rather, a weight pressed against your chest, heavy but not oppressive. Hot air fanned over your skin as he exhaled, a flat, reptilian nose pressed against your diaphragm, nudging at nothing in particular, eventually finding its way to your shoulder. Your fear wavered, momentarily replaced with some unnamable, elusive form of bewilderment, and your mind raced to find the logic behind his current tranquility. If he was fond of you, it couldn’t be for any rational reason. You’d cleaned his chamber one or twice a week, mostly when he was unconscious, and you’d fed him every other–

Oh, god. That was it.

You’d fed him.

You’d taken care of a dragon.

Your dread returned suddenly, and you didn’t think before pushing forward with your efforts to writhe your way from underneath him. Bakugo didn’t seem to care for that, pulling back abruptly before snapping forwards, jaw unhinging and rows upon rows of razor-sharp teeth making a drive towards your neck, but by the time you’d shut your eyes and flinched back, you realized the blow would never come. Instead, pointed talons scraped delicately over your scalp, something close to a hand rooting itself in your hair and jerking you upwards, forcing your eyes to open.

You almost choked when you saw the human above you, scales still lining his jaw and gathering somewhere below his chest, every part of him normal save for the fangs poking out from behind his lips and his height, Bakugo managing to tower over you despite hovering less than a hair’s width above your form. Both of you were still, for a moment, quiet and stunned, but you broke the silence, your voice emerging in an airy, absentee mutter. “A shape-shifter,” You mumbled, curling into yourself. “I didn’t think they existed.”

His response came in the form of a grunt, uninviting and nearly inaudible, but he didn’t have to say anything. You knew everything you needed to from his scowl, from the feeling of his eyes prying into your skin as he analyzed and appraised, only pausing to click his tongue and shake his head, as if he was trying to dismiss a bad thought without fully releasing it. When he rose, he did it wordlessly, pushing himself to his feet and taking you by the wrist, his nails cutting harshly into your flesh. He was graceless, as he dragged you forward, letting deny the impulse to run, flee, beg him not to kill you. Not seeming to care for your stupor, Bakugo started towards the castle’s gates, pulling you with him when your legs failed to move. 

Your voice was still weak, but you forced yourself to use it regardless. If only to earn some kind of explanation from the creature in front of you. “I… I’m not going anywhere blindly with you, Bakugo. Tell me where we’re going, or I’m not taking a step.”

“Katsuki,” He corrected, harshly, spitting the name coldly. “Where else? We’re going home.”

You were tempted not to follow. You could scream and struggle and pull yourself from his grasp, and linger to see what was left of your kingdom when the sun came up. But, a wayward glance to your home, your real home, only affirmed that your reward would come in the form of ash and cinder. If not swords and a guillotine, if anyone had seen you survive your encounter unharmed.

So, you cast your gaze downward and grit your teeth, following closely in Bakugo’s tracks.

Why does that make me cry?

Good Luck

Shigaraki Tomura x Fem! Child! Reader (PLATONIC) | Drabble! Fluff & Angst | Swearing!

Synopsis: You give Shigaraki a gift and he cherishes it up until the end

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You’re four years old, nervously fiddling with something in your hands. Shigaraki watches you out of the corner of his eye, wondering what on earth has you so shy. Your steps are soft as you make your way over to him. You climb onto the couch sliding next to Shigaraki, something clenched in your fist.

“Um, Kuri said you were going on a super important mission tomorrow,” You mumble, “So I made you something, for good luck.”

And then you’re opening your fist, and offering him a bracelet. It’s the ugliest thing that Tomura has ever seen. The string is the nastiest shade of puke green and The beads are garish and neon in color, not at all good for any stealth missions. And the letters on the bracelet are meant to say ‘Good luck’ but the letters are misplaced and instead say, ‘godo lukc.’ And the little bead at the end of the message that is heart shaped? don’t even get Tomura started. 

He loves it. 

“You don’t have to wear it,” You mumble, fiddling with the hem of your shirt. 

“Fuck that,” Tomura grumbles, sliding the bracelet onto his wrist, “I’m never going to take this thing off,”

“You-you like it?” You ask, eyes wide and small smile turning the corners of your lips.

“Best fucking thing on the planet,” Shigaraki assures you.

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Tomura is gathering villains for his attack on UA. And he’s getting really fucking annoyed. All these stupid villains are way too loud, and their chatter is starting to fray on Tomuras thin rope of patience. God, so much chatter. Tomuras hands twitch. His eyes fall to the bracelet around his wrist, lips twitching up. Right, he’s going to keep calm and-

“What the fuck is that thing on your wrist?” One of the villains asks, face scrunched in disgust, “It’s fucking ugly,”

And the rope snaps. 

Tomura whirls on the man, eyes flashing. His voice is deadly as he asks, “What did you just say?” 

The villain flinches, stepping back, before regaining his confidence, “You heard me, only fucking pansies wear shit like that! You keep talking all this big game, but I bet you’re just a weakling,”

Anger swells in Tomura’s chest, hot and heavy. To insult something you made, and insult him as well? He claws at his neck in frustration, and his voice is strained as he says, “Kurogiri…”

The bartender turns his back, “I see nothing,” 

Shigaraki takes that as approval, and he hauls back and punches the man in the face. Tomura feels the satisfactory crunch of the mans nose as he breaks it. The gasp of the other villains fills Tomura with sick pride. As the villain staggers back Tomura kicks him in the gut, the force knocking him to the ground. Tomura bends over and grabs onto the mans face, fingertips digging painfully into his jaw. His pinky hovers dangerously close to the mans skin. 

“Say it again,” Tomura hisses, voice dripping in venom “Insult it again,”

The villain lets out a choked noise from the back of his throat, eyes wide with fear. Tomura smiles, the poison in his expression has a chill settling into the room that he hates. “Nothing to say? I thought I was a weakling?”

Tomura scoffs, and places his pinky on the mans face. And as the man withers away, Tomura only feels cold satisfaction. He snaps his eyes up to the rest of the recruited villains, they flinch back, “Do any of you have any comments?”

They shake their heads and there is a choking blanket of silence that falls over the room. A sick smile curves Tomuras lips. 

Maybe this thing really does have good luck properties after all. 

–Bonus–

Tomura is slumped against the wall. He lets out a weak cough, pain flares form his side, blood leaks from his lips. He reaches into his pocket, carefully removing an old bracelet. As soon as his eyes make contact with the worn thing, his lips curve into a smile. Most of the beads have fallen off, and on the other beads, the paint is completely chipped away. There’s knots all over the string from where Tomura has tied and retied the bracelet. As Tomura inhales his final breaths, he thinks of you. The way your face used to light up when he came home, the soft feeling of your pinky linked with his, and your bright smile. 

He misses your smile.

 It would be comforting to have you here now, instead of dying here, alone and sad. 

“Sorry,” He apologizes, even though he knows you won’t hear it. 

He closes his fist around the bracelet, tipping his head back, warm tears sliding down his cheeks. “I guess your good luck charm ran out today,”

THE GLASSES MOVES FROM PERSON TO PERSON

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