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escapefatex · 1 month

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Like 2 people ate up what I was putting down last post so bet. I wrote the first chapter of my vigilante bakugou au and it will be posted on ao3 by the end of the day!! The first 3-4 chapters I'm thinking is gonna be a lot of set up to him becoming a vigilante btw! User is escapefatex and I hope you enjoy!

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corujalesbica · 1 year

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I have a huge gay agenda for boku no hero and I'm constantly talking about it, so let's do smt a bit different. Here's my beutiful list for platonic with a capital p, awesomest most incredible friendships :

Ochaco and Midoryia. Ok are they canonally each other's love interest ? Yes. Do I respect that ? Yes. Do I think, however, that they are also super awesome as bffs who back each other up at absolutely everything ? YES Izuocha as bffs would destroy the world and also be each other wingpeople and also murder each other's enemies and also-

Bakugou and Todoroki. I think the shipps cute, but their friendship is also awesome. They would either be able to defeat the greatest evil or die while fighting over a rock.

Kirishima and Kaminari. No explanation needed

OBORO AIZAWA AND YAMADAS FRIENDSHIP IS MY EVERYTHING

Mina being and aroace queen and friends with everyone

The lov as a found family and all bffs with each other

Shinsou, jirou and tokoyami as goth besties who share a music taste no one else really gets

Would like to remind everyone that I respect ships I don't personally enjoy and these are just my personal opinions!

#bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #midoriya izuku #deku #ochaco uraraka #bakugou katsuki #eijirou kirishima #denki kaminari #todoroki shoto #mha oboro #aizawa shouta #hizashi yamada #shinsou hitoshi #jirou kyouka #fumikage tokoyami #mha friendship #mha bromance

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tteokdoroki · 6 months

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ೀ⋆OCT 23RD JENIFER'S BODY ━━ eijirou kirishima + monsterfucking !

୨୧ — caution, you are now watching. eijirou kirishima + monsterfucking. there’s something weird going on with you. you’re like…actually evil. not college girl evil, and it’s kinda hot. (5.5K)

୨୧ — rated r. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact ! nsfw, heavy smut, dark content, characters aged up to 20s, college!au, friends to lovers (?), mentions of death/murder, demons, gore, choking, gags, marking, blood play, knife play, creampies, cockwarming, monsterfucking, rough sex, unprotected sex, demon + fem!reader, monster-hunter!kirishima.

୨୧ — director’s note. back again for another week! sorry for the delay on this one! it's for sure one of the spookier fics so pls proceed with caution and enjoy <3 - m.list ⋆ kinktober m.list ⋆ taglist ✧

what does it mean to die?

by definition and according to the oxford dictionary — to die means to lose the life of a person or organism. any creature that breathes (to all capacities) the same components as air as yourself, that moves, that communicates, that exists. but what does it actually mean to die?

death is a concept the most humans find difficulty in coming to terms with. there is fear in not knowing what comes after or how it might feel when the flickering flame of your life is finally blown out. do you really see every choice you’ve ever made flash before your eyes? does it hurt? what emotions do you feel? regret, sadness, pain or happiness?

life can be so fickle, yet is always taken for granted and in a number of ways too. those that exist at this very moment don’t dare to consider the long run, they live in the moment — yes. but do they appreciate it? and then there are those that take life, disrupt the beauty of its natural course and take away a being’s chance to see the world for what it really is. to ruin their chances of love, longing and laughter. how cruel of a human do you have to be to want to hurt someone in such a way?

these are the thoughts that have plagued eijirou kirishima’s mind as of late, haunting his every waking moment from the second his eyes open, every hour in between, and to the second that they close. death has been a constant theme across the campus of yueii recently. ever since the fire at the beginning of the school year had burned the college’s local bar — it’s been everywhere.

the disappearances, the murders, the deaths.

it started with that girl, ochako uraraka, from the college cheerleading team. she went missing after a match at home and was found in the woods later on. then there was kyouka jirou — some emo looking girl who liked to skip class to play her music obnoxiously loud outside of the campus library. her friends shinsou and kaminari had been deeply affected by that.

and as of yesterday, mina ashidou.

she was the kind of girl eijirou would have been into if it wasn’t for his long-term boyfriend katsuki bakugou. she was bubbly and loud, but never treated anyone without an ounce of kindness and warmth — mina loved mornings, loved being in class and loved caring for her friends. the redhead had gotten close to her over the course of last semester, mina having joined him for a portion of his major (sports medicine) that coincided with her psych course. during that time relishing in the gift of her friendship and the kind gestures she offered like coffees for nine AM classes or sharing her notes whenever kirishima found things hard to follow.

she was found dead in one of the newly built frat houses just north of her last class with eijirou kirishima. and like most of the other victims, it looked as though she’d been chewed out by animals, as if she was scared right up until her last moments.

everyone had begged the question, who would do such a thing? why would they do it? students begin to flee, head home despite the year of lectures and assignments ahead whilst parents sent angry emails demanding that the university do more to protect their children. the killer remained at large, without a pattern, without a trademark nor a trace of evidence. nothing that could give investigators the slightest clue was ever left behind.

the only coincidence kirishima could come up with, was the very fact that you didn’t seem to care about what happened to mina even though you had been planning a date with her just hours before her death. he distinctly remembers your conversation in the halls, how you’d barely paid the pink haired girl any mind until eijirou struck up a casual (albeit, a little, flirty) conversation with her somewhere along the line. if there’s one thing that kirishima knows about you, his best friend, is that you hate when he’s the centre of attention.

he’s known you for practically as long as he’s been alive, you’ve been friends for the same amount of time too and through years of emotional bonding — eijirou has noted so many little oddities about you. things that he once adored, at least he thought that he did. you hated it when your outfits clashed, you had always jokingly claimed that it made you look like siblings rather than lovers. you were always so possessive, it took you months to accept bakugou as a partner and even more for kirishima to finally get over you… having the inkling feeling that you were leading him on.

to him, you were everything. a blessing wrapped in the shape of a wonderful human being, worth more than any gold or money a man could find. he loved you more than he should have for a friend, something he was a little too ashamed to admit — he let you take advantage of the kindest parts of his nature because of it. sometimes it almost felt like you wanted kirishima, like you needed him despite swearing that you weren't into the burly redhead. though nowadays, there’s a sinister twist in to his gut whenever you’re around — a cool chill that settles in his bones and a pang of fright to his chest where his heart is. like a knife has sliced right through it.

you’re not the same as you were before.

he gets flashes, visions of thinks he feels like he’s not supposed to see — your eyes disappearing into your skull and reappearing in a twisted shade of dark red, deep enough to rival blood diamonds and rubies. oftentimes there’s a devil’s tail and demon fangs that drip with a viscous substance akin to the one that runs through his veins and carries oxygen to his lungs. and in the days after his visions, you seem more full of life, more confident and hotter than previous ones.

that’s when it hits him, like a sturdy building coming down on eijirou all at once. rose tinted glass shatters around him, knocking his skin — making him bleed as it’s shards form a truth that he has been dreading.

whatever it is that you are, whatever it is that you’ve become is the reason for all of this death.

eijirou kirishima’s best friend… you… are a demon, a demonised college student that kills college girls for sport.

in one of his dreams, eijirou sees you soaked to the bone in blood like you've drowned in a rouge tainted oil slick. you’re still as ethereal as you’ve ever been, perhaps even glowing — and even though it’s just a dream and he knows what you’ve done, he still finds himself that boy who years for you and your body against his. on top of his. moving with his—

shooting up from the comfort of his sheets, kirishima palms the dull ache at the forefront of his mind as he tries to rid himself of all thoughts regarding you. funnily enough, you’re already there, waiting for him practically naked at the foot of his bed as if eijirou had used a demon circle to summon you in the middle of the night. it never used to be like that, where he’d call for you and you’d actually answer.

you’ve been in his room more times than he can count — put posters up with him, had sleepovers, danced to old music on his stereo tapes. but this time isn’t the same. firstly, you’ve never been bare below the waist and secondly, you’ve never looked this insane or deranged. the hairs on the back of the redhead’s neck stand on end, his spiked pulse — elevated and alive steadily thumps through him so loud he’s scared that you might hear it… and yet….

“what are you even doing here? don’t you know it’s late?” kirishima yawns, stretching out his tired limbs as he holds his arms above his head for some relief in his taut muscles.

peeking a crimson eye open to look at you, the smear of blood at the corner of your plump lips doesn’t go unnoticed by him, though, it still doesn’t elicit the reaction eijirou expects from himself. the innate human desire to survive.

“i owe you an explanation.” the smile that you give him is too fast to be genuine, just barely reaching your big shiny eyes. there’s that feeling again, the knots in eijirou’s stomach — the ones that let him know something is off. “you know what i am, i want to tell you why.” your tone is sickly sweet like molasses in his ears, innocent as if you’re not a demon.

as if you’re not the one behind all of this death. you explain to kirishima in detail about the night a group of bandmates sacrificed you to satan so that they could go global. how they mistook you for a virgin sacrifice. how the devil resides within you now. you tell him about the blood of your victims and the missing people. how it’s the only thing you can stomach. how it makes you grow stronger, how it heals you, how much you love the new version of you. the murderous you.

he thinks you might have gone insane when you flip a lighter from your pocket to burn your tongue — showing how you recover almost instantly. it’s only then that fear strikes eijirou in the chest with the power of a lightning bolt — realising that he’s well and truly lost his best friend. to satan or to insanity.

poor, gullible, eijirou kirishima — for doubting that his best friend could be capable of such heinous crimes. and while you stand there, looking more alive and more beautiful than ever… he just can’t fight the feeling that makes him want to run.

the red head quickly realises that he’s no longer faster or stronger than you. for your demon powers have you reaching the bed before he can even throw off the sheets. your toned thighs swing around his waist to lock eijirou down to the bed, his back hitting the blankets with a dull thud and his wrist nearly crushed in your hand — wrestling his concealed knife away from your chest, just barely nicking you.

“why would you want to hurt me, eiji?” you comment softly, acting as if everything is as it were before you changed. “it’s still the same old me!” the both of you are breathing deep from where your old friend thrashes underneath you, his pupils dilating and casting a dark shadow over his terrified red eyes. “i really don’t want to hurt you.”

this could be it. he thinks. his life flashing before his eyes just like the stories say. “t-then don’t…” kirishima stutters, the pitch of his voice spiking as you shift on top of him — inspecting him as if he’s a piece of meat. you have him right where you want him, his blade under your control, his vital organs open and vulnerable. one wrong move and kirishima could be next on your list of life-force victims. “you don’t have to.”

“you’re right… i don’t think i will.” cooing, you take your free hand down eijirou’s muscled body, tongue darting out to wet your lips while your hips grind down on his swelling erection — painfully hard from the mix of arousal and fear coursing through his blood stream. “on one condition,” you continue on, moaning lightly at the sensation of your clothed clit catching on his cockhead. “you let me feed from you.”

“w-will you kill me?”

“only if you stop trying to kill me.” you’re not upset, from what he can tell — revelling in your best friend’s guilt and betrayal as his knife drags along your collarbones in a thin slice from where you’ve let your guard down.

a crimson gaze flickers to all of the vital points on your face — searching for your innocence and any traces of who you once were. seizing the opportunity hiding within your hesitation and the crack in your resolve, kirishima tries once more to shove you off of him but makes the mistake of trusting your facade. he’s quick but you’re quicker, raking your nails over his toned stomach until they catch on the waistband of his shorts. as soon as his erection springs free — wetly slapping against his stomach whilst precum tangles in the coarse black of his pubic hair, you slither your hot cunt down on to him.

straight to the hilt.

your thighs either side of his angled hips keep the redhead anchored to his sheets and your hands splayed across his stomach stop him from writhing away from your quivering cunt as it clenches around him. not that he’d want to. pull out of you, of course. eijirou grows delirious, hot under the collar at the feeling of his weighty cock pulsing against your biscuits, squishy insides. a tender whimper bubbles up on his slightly chapped lips, his pointed teeth sinking into the swell of his lower one to try and muffle the pathetic sound.

he can hardly believe this. that is best friend, whatever form you might be taking right now, is sitting on his fat, drippy dick like he’s always dreamed of. any guilt kirishima has pulsing through his veins (in regards to basically cheating on bakugou, his boyfriend, no less) is replaced by white hot blistering lust. it burns at his nerve endings, painfully tremors through his erection trapped by your welcoming wet walls. it leaks against pleasure spots in the form of sticky precum — white and thick as it paints your pussy while you cockwarm him.

kirishima swallows and his adam’s apple bobs, he looks up at you through his dark long lashes without a word — afraid this his voice will fail him and end up in a moan.

“please, eijirou,” you purr, completely devoid of any blame-worthiness or evidence of your wrong doings. you’ve killed people. innocent girls for your own bloodlust and now you’re where — seated on your bestie’s dick as if your crimes mean nothing. and with a pussy like yours, wrapped around kirishima so warmly and tightly, he might start to believe that you’re innocent too. “let me feed from you, promise i won’t hurt you. i just…need…”

leaning down towards his neck, your hips shift above his own, encouraging his heavy girth to sink deeper inside of you — walls rippling pleasurably around him. the sudden movement causes a low, and needy groan to take residence in kirishima’s chest — taking root in his lungs and other vital organs. his head tips back into the pillows, ruby, blood red locks tussled against their fabric as a bead of sweat rolls down his forehead and another down his chin. tracing the ridges of his adam’s apple and the column of his throat.

his eyes don’t dare flutter shut, coasting over your every move as your lips ghost over his prominent collarbone and then his neck — pressing into his pulse pout where his heartbeat races, fear and adrenaline shooting through his body thanks to the steady thump of his heart.

you hear it all, the frightened tune of eijirou’s bodily orchestra only causing your mouth to water. “just need to taste you…” pouting, you nudge the point at which his chiselled jaw meets his neck. “need you.”

slowly but surely, your hunger reveals your truest form — and instead of the sweet girl eijirou kirishima once new, you sprout demon horns and a tail, nails that could tear a throat out, teeth that could surely cause carnage and a feral grin proving to the redhead that you would eat him alive. in contrast, your tone is sweet like syrupy honey or hard candy, the kind that eijirou loves — it’s salacious and full of wanton and he knows that he should resist. but you’ve always had a way of getting what you want out of him — he can never say no to you. you are his girl after all.

and no matter how hard he tries to escape your clutches — he will always be yours.

“f-fine,” kirishima barks, albeit shakily. “t-take what you need. just as long as you promise not to kill me.”

“pinky, baby.” comes your angelic coo, contrasting with the deep red of your own blood as it drips against kirishima’s golden boy skin. your hands massage over his sensitive pecs, smearing your hot blood over his nipples as they pebble under your fiendish touch. there’s a devilish spark in your pretty eyes once he agrees, and so, you latch onto his gorgeous, golden tanned skin ready to feed on kirishima to your heart's content.

as the pointed edge of your teeth sink into eijirou’s neck, his hips instinctively turn upwards and nudge his thick cock against your womb while layers of your juices spiral down each prominent blue vein that decorates his shaft. you bite down, hard, bruising him with shades of deep purple and midnight blue as if you’re creating a work of art. you suck the life from kirishima, close to draining his blood as if you’re a vampire fledgling with her first catch of prey.

there’s a weakness and a fuzziness that sits comfortably over eijirou’s brain, enhanced by the steady stream you set your hips — gently lifting and dropping them over the red head’s lap. the more energy, the more life force, that you drink from him — a mix of your blood and his glossing over your lips, the more turned on you feel. your cunt drips down his balls like a never ending tap, you’re so wet that a lewd slap echoes throughout your best friend’s bedroom.

even though you’re the one in control, guiding the hum of ecstasy that courses throughout kirishima's entire body, the waves that make him tingle from the top of his head to the tips of his toes — there’s no doubt that he has you losing your composure. the delicious burn of his girth against the tight rim of your entrance every time you sink down on the redhead drives you up the wall and pulls innocent whimpers from the bloody seam of your lips.

having him pressed up against your silken walls, bearing down on that special spot inside your swollen sinful pussy while you drain the man fry of his life force causes your jaw to go slack and tony spurts of his seed to coat your puffy folds. “oh fuck!” you drawl all high pitched, eyes disappearing into your skull as a bemused and blood-coated smile stretches across your angelic face. “you feel like heaven, eiji.” to pacify yourself, you lick over the puncture wound of your teeth that you’ve left against kirishima’s neck, grabbing him by the cheeks and tilting his head so you have access to the other side. “you taste so good, feel even better.”

“y-yeah?” kirishima asks, his voice shaky and extra husky from the lust. against his better judgement, clouded by all that is you — his rough hands fall to your doughy hips, manoeuvring you on his throbbing dick to his liking. “i-i like the way you fuck me, baby. but please…please move a little faster…”eijirou feels like he’s going insane beneath you chasing your sweltering and souse sex like a man following a mirage to quench his thirst. he behinds to push upward where you bounce your ass and pull off his cock, your hips rocking together fluidly.

his morals are completely abandoned, he could care less about the fact that you might be a killer, that you’re some kind of otherworldly being — especially when you ride him just like that. you release his raw bitten neck from your jaws of death, face and chin covered in blood and spit, while your hands dance down your chest and tweak at your nipples for your best friend’s viewing pleasure. he groans lowly at the sight, extending a thumb from your hip to reach between your doughy thighs and fat pussy lips so he can spread you wide open for him.

“g-getting bold, are we eiji?” you simper, ruby red lips caught between your pointy teeth when the rough pad of his thumb grazes your swollen clit as it peaks from between your folds. feverishly, you grind against kirishima’s digit, leaving a treacle-like trace of your sweet nectar against his hand. “so nasty. trying to get me off while i drain you dry. you m-must be delirious. so cute.”

he hates the way that you mock him, poke fun at how fucked up kirishima is for you. even though he knows that you’re slowly but surely killing him, drinking his blood while you take a seat on his achy, wet cock — he can’t help but give into you. eijirou wonders if this is how your other victims went out, if your precious tits swaying in their hot faces were the last thing they saw before you took them out. it’s a crude thought, but it only serves to turn him on even more. picturing you this way above others, your skin shining in the moonlight from the perspiration that glitters over you along with your glistening slit that leaves webs of your slick in his pubic hair.

while his thoughts escape him and his imagination runs wild, your next move catches the redhead by surprise. you grip his throat tight as leverage as you ride the man for dear life, pudgy thighs slapping against his strong ones, clit grinding against his pelvis and fingers. “fuck me,” eijirou begs, face twisted in rapture and guilt, cheeks as red as his hair. “fuck me harder, take what you want from me. j-just give it to me.”

it must be the lack of oxygen to his brain that obscures his view of you — the cold hearted killer on campus. because eijirou only sees his best friend, the girl he’s wanted his entire life, falling apart on his creamy cock as it bullies it’s way into your womb. he doesn’t care what you do to him as long as he keeps feeling as high as cloud nine.

the way you fuck yourself down on him right now, it’s like an out of body experience. you’re hot all over, out of control, objects and and Knick knacks around kirishima’s room levitating with the sheer amount of power and euphoria pulsating through your sweaty bodies as they move together in a shamefully slurry dance.

his head rolls to the side when you speed up, slamming your clenching cunt down on him with an erratic rhythm — a crude mix of your arousals flying about the place and wafting with the scent of metallic blood in the sex trained air. “you’re so needy, eijirou. bakugou hasn’t been taking care of you.” you tease through baited breath, throwing your hips down on him so that his milky precum spreads along your ribbed and sensitive walls.

you sink your teeth into his perfectly poised neck once more, leaving your mark and draining him of that life energy again. kirishima wails at your comment, chest heaving and eyes watering, his lungs threatening to explode with blistering lust. the more you bite at him, take his blood and his life, the more powerful eijirou feels. because you seem to have forgotten one key element to your newly found powers.

where your other victims were torn to shreds, the bites you leave on kirishima leave him with pieces of your demon abilities too.

“you can’t even respond, s’kinda pathetic, don’t you think eiji?” your words are harsher, meaner, and the red head can’t tell if it makes him want to fuck you or hate you more. “that you’re willing to let me sue you like this. take your life just like every pretty girl before you…maybe when i’m done with you, i’ll pick on your little boyfriend next—“

you truly are the fucking devil.

though everything you say is slurred and in the heat of the moment — you don’t have a chance to finish. every syllable ends in a salacious squeal when kirishima uses his newfound strength to wildly jackhammer into you. so fast and fucking hard that his weighty breeder’s balls smack against the jiggly flesh of your ass. his beefy arms snake their way around your shoulders, anchoring you to his girth while the bed creaks beneath the weight.

“will you fucking quit it?” in split second and surprising turn of events, eijirou has you flipped onto your stomach — sweaty chest to your back and cock so deep his pelvis barely peels away from your ass as it bounces for him. “you promised not to try and hurt me. but if you want it to hurt, then I’ll make it so.”

cockwarming him hardly prepared you for just how big and blessed your best friend is. chubby, fat and drooly as his cock glides through the sugar glazed lining of your gushy walls. every time your creamy hole clamps down on him, he threatens to crumble. like a mountain with an avalanche, his girth doused in your sweet essence and his breath shaky against your ear. kirishima grips at your demon’s tail where it sprouts just above your ass, stroking it lewdly just to hear you yowl for him.

the sheets below become victim to your pointed teeth, tearing through the soft linen in an attempt to calm your pornographic screams. “c’mon big guy,” you growl into the sheets, muffled, needy and amused, while you run your tongue over blood soaked teeth. “i thought you were going to make it hurt—“

“don’t test my patience, sweetheart,” your best friend snarls back as if you’re two animals fighting over land or territory — using his brute force, eijirou grips you by the back of your neck in a similar fashion to the way you did him, and yanks you onto your knees so that you’re both kneeling in the bed while eijirou fucks your wet little cunt raw. “if ‘m gonna fuck you, it’s going to be by my rules. so do me a fuckin’ favour and keep your pretty mouth shut, alright?”

the bed squeals louder than you do with this new position, eijirou angling his hips up to meet your g-spot perfectly — letting your eager pussy swallow him down. you lose control quicker than your brain can even realise, overpowered by the way the redhead brutally pounds into you, milky and heavy precum pearling along your ribbed walls like dew droplets in a black widow’s spiderweb. your sex welcome him home as if he was never meant to leave, clench on his bright red tip as you froth at his base and drop down his balls.

equally, your mouth foams with copious amounts of spit, your head hanging low while eijirou ruts you into a state of delirium. he licks the trace of drool seeping out of loud mouth and follows it up to your lips — generously feeding you his hungry moans and strings of spit. keeping you sedated, all for him while your tongues roll over one another in a fierce battle, neither of you knowing who will come out on top.

“you’re disgusting,” kirishima barks against your nape, giving it a near murderous squeeze — he fumbles around in the sheets and somehow locates the knife from before, pressing its cool blade against your skin with his free hand. you can just about hear him over the pap, pap, pap of his Rick plunging in and out of your slick walls. “don’t you feel guilty? huh? for…fuck, killing anyone?” the metal against your skin makes you moan, makes kirishima light headed and the whole ordeal so much hotter.

but you somehow manage to smirk in response, throwing it back into the red head aggressively— drowning in the pleasure. “don’t you feel guilty for fucking their killer?”

you grip the knife, pulling it closer to your vitality veins, light trails of blood from the wound smearing along kirishima’s skin meeting your skin. “why shouldn’t i kill you?”

“y-you don’t have a reason not to!” you battle through the thick drool on your tongue, hyperfocus in the precum and slick slinging between your sore thighs. you’re wrecked and ruined, losing your demon strength to your goodie two shoes best friend. “i’m a god, death doesn’t s-scare me!” with the way his dick churns you up, eijirou stretches you beyond your limits and preps you to take his impending heavy load. “f-fuck! right there, k-kiri!”

it’s so good that your demon powers activate on their own, your insides that burn bright with ecstasy grow so hot that they heat the knife pressed against you — branding eijirou’s hand with your claim until he drops the hot metal. he falters, the rhythm of his thrusts going sloppy while a creamy sound echoes between your sexes. you’ve changed and you’re right.

if eijirou kirishima really cared about your victims he would have turned you in and ended this all at the first chance. instead he dips into your demonic charm, afraid of what lies on the other end of this sinful ordeal. does he let you go? does he turn you in? does he keep his best friend here in his arms no matter what crimes you may commit?

“oh…oh eiji!” you whine, small and cute. “‘m gonna cum! please cum for me…cum with me.”

gone is his precious best friend, replaced with a slutty demon trying to selfishly such down his cock. lost in the moment of the ecstasy, you reach back and rake your talons across his skin in one last attempt to leave your mark and it’s only then that eijirou has had enough. using all of his strength, he roughly pushes you down to the sheets once more — forcing the sheets into your mouth to keep you quiet.

“i can’t stand you.” he reiterates, huffing against your shoulder while locks of his hair stick to your hot, sweaty bodies. “you’re so fucking greedy. so evil…”eijirou shifts to press his hand into the pillow next to your head, smiling sadistically at your muffled screams as he puts the last of his energy into making you cum just as you want. because you always get what you want out of him. “y-you don’t even deserve this.”

“b-but you’ll give it to me,” you pant around your mock gag, swallowing down thickly. “i’ll keep killing if i have to… you’ll still want me…”

even if it’s true, eijirou always wanting you, he can’t shake the feeling that you’re no longer the girl he used to know. used to love. his warm and kind persona you once knew is replaced with a similar demonic beast full of lust. “yeah i will and you’ll fuckin’ take it.” he threatens, continually bucking into you and nudging your g-spot in a swaying dance of sacrilege. “s-shit, you’re gettin’ tight. are you really that close, so soon?”

all you can do is nod — grabbing and biting at anything to keep yourself calm. the world around you shakes furiously and white blinds your gaze as you cum, juices splashing back onto kirishima’s meaty girth. “let me give it to you, hm? cream this pussy. make you mine like you want…” comes the red head’s last simper before the dam breaks and your demon cunt drains him dry, milking him for every last drop of his potent white seed.

the two of you are reduced to shallow breaths and heavy eyelids — exhausted from the loss of blood and sharing of demon powers.

but before you can turn around and sing kirishima your praises — the air is sucked from your lungs, a searing pain shooting through your back right through to the centre of your chest. thick, hot blood fills your lungs and the cavity in which they rest, it gathers at the corners of your cherry bitten lips and seeps through the knife wound kirishima has inflicted on you.

he’s quite literally stabbed you in the back.

he had no other choice, he couldn’t let you go on hurting people and tarnishing the image of his once best friend. you were different now, you had no place in the world anymore. it was your turn at death’s door, eijirou had decided.

“i… i’m sorry,” he says carefully, pulling out and away from you as you lay dying beneath him. “i… i couldn’t—“

with the last of your energy you offer eijirou kirishima a weak and bloody smile. “s’okay…” your breathing slows in understanding, and he lets go of the knife in your back. “so by any chance… have a tampon?”

of course you would find it in you to make a joke when faced with death. you weren’t afraid of anything.

and now, neither was kirishima.

with his newfound demon powers he wouldn’t let your death nor that of others go in vein. he would find the pro heroes who did his to you, made him do this to you, and make them pay.

a life for a life. a death for the same price.

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emmyrosee · 7 months

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random thoughts #4 (14:44)

Every Tuesday night, bakugou comes over to get his nails painted.

It starts completely begrudgingly, originally only starting because your room smelt like acetone and it was creeping into his room- somehow, some way, and you’re pretty sure it wasn’t actually, he just wanted to come over and start some shit. You'd merely sighed and told him to mind his business.

"Who shit in your cereal?" he'd snarled, and when you just scoffed and started to close your door, he jammed his foot in, "you are so not shutting me the fuck out. be so fuckin' for real."

"as fun as you think this conversation is," you begin, having mercy on his foot and opening the door, "I just want to finish my nails and go to bed. please."

he snarls and looks into your room, then back at you. "something happened."

you shrug, "nothing bad. just not happy. don’t have to be happy all the time, no one knows that more than you.”

"you're upset, no matter what it was." his voice is softer now, and he takes a deep breath in before crossing his arms and blinking at you slowly. "you want some company?"

"no," you say flatly before moving to close the door. once again, his foot jams in the way.

"hang on," he says, grunting. "you... you shouldn't have to be upset and alone. been there, fuckin' blows."

"and why would you, the impenetrable bakugou katsuki care about me being upset?"

"well, for fuckin' one-" he gestures a hand around, "i smell fuckin' popcorn and nail polish and fuckin' sprinkle fart coming out of here, and it reeks."

you tuck your tongue in your cheek to hide your laughter.

"and two-" this time, his eyes meet up to you. He struggles briefly to find words, mouth opening and twitching as he struggles to find them. “I’ll… let you rant while you paint my nails.”

The both of you quirk your brows as if you don’t know where the words came from, but you decide this was better than having him lecture you about the importance of friendship or some shit.

“Bakugou,” you sing, and he grits his teeth. “Did you come over for me to paint your nails?”

He takes a deep inhale through his nose to calm down. “Sure did. If that will make you feel better.” He’s fuming. You’re finally starting to relish in this a little more.

You shrug, “who knows? Maybe it will?” You step to the side to let him in. “You wanna find out? Maybe it’ll get a stick out of your ass too.”

Bakugou snarls one more time at you before stepping into your room. “Smells like shit.”

“It’s acetone.”

“What’s that for?”

“Taking off nail polish.”

“But you don’t have nail polish on.”

“Not anymore; sit down bombshell, and give me your paws.”

And even though he kicked and screamed the whole time as you tore up his unkempt cuticles and cleaned them with the acetone, he was able to finally shut the hell up as you hook him up with a deep, solid red to match his eyes.

“How’d you get so good at this?” He asks.

“Don’t touch anything; and I’ve just been doing it a while.” Then you shrug, “and I’ve been painting Shinsou’s nails since he got here.”

“MINDREADER?!”

“He asked. You didn’t.”

“Never again. You go to me. Fuck him.”

You smirk, “you jealous?”

He doesn’t say a word. But from then on, it was just Katsuki coming to knock on your door every Tuesday, plopping on your floor and letting you paint his newly grown nails, be it in silence or you two talking about your thoughts.

You’d never expect him to be such good company 🥺🩷

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veenxys · 1 year

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「How BNHA Boys would react if you fell in love with someone else」

⤷ Bakugou

he would be so mad, not at you, but at him for wasting so much time to the point of losing you. and unfortunately he ends up taking out all his anger and sadness on you; which leads to a big fight where he says horrible things to you. of course he didn’t mean any of that, absolutely nothing; all he wanted was to be able to take you in his arms and take care of you the way you deserve, but he can’t say what happened to him at that moment. maybe fear and anguish had blinded him, maybe love had broken him inside in so many ways he can barely get back on his feet again.

⤷ Deku

he gets nervous to the point of not knowing what to answer. he wants to finally say to you so bad, but he doesn’t want to spoil your happiness because he knows you deserve it. so he just watches you; smiling as if you touched the stars, and the pain in his heart wishes he was that star. that he was the reason you smile so much, but he is not and he needs to accept that. his cheeks get flushed as he looks down at his lap, trying his best not to picture the two of you together, but he’s pulled out of his thoughts when he hears you asking what clothes you should wear to go out with this new person but he just can’t answer, he can’t breath, just stand still while letting the sadness invade his entire being.

⤷ Kirishima

he tries to be a ‘good friend’ and supports you; pretending to be excited when you talk about them or smiling when he see your excitement. but deep down he feels an indescribable pain. knowing that he is not the reason for your smile, knowing that he is not the reason for your racing heart or the butterflies in your stomach the way you are his. so he just stands there, letting love break him apart.

⤷ Todoroki

he can only keep quiet, trying to distract his eyes with the things around him. he doesn’t really know what to say and you think it’s just because he hasn’t been in a relationship before so he doesn’t know how to advise you, but the truth is he can’t speak; it’s as if all the words and confessions he wanted to say to you turned to ash in his mouth. so he just watches painfully as you talk excitedly about someone who stole your heart while you break his.

⤷ Denki

he is always excited to talk to you because it makes his day, you make his day. but you can see his quick change of expression when you start talking about a new person; he doesn’t want to get in your way since you’re just friends, but that’s the problem. you are just friends. he could have changed it if he wasn’t so scared or didn’t want to ruin the perfect friendship you had but now he knows that nothing will ever be the same again because love doesn’t die overnight, he will still be hurt many times before finally let you go.

⤷ Tamaki

he didn’t know he could feel so broken until this moment; he never had the courage to show his true feelings for you, and seeing you moving on like his feelings never existed kills him a little inside, but that’s okay, because he’d still die for you. he tries to be happy for you or move on, but his heart has always been yours, and always will be.

⤷ Shinsou

he is a mixture of melancholy and confused feelings, for a moment he can’t think, just feel this pain invade every pore of his being. he feels guilty for not telling you in time, now he has to see you in someone else’s arms. he feels selfish, but he wants your happiness with him, not with someone else, but that won’t happen and even if it hurts, he needs to accept it.

⤷ Hawks

he can’t believe it at first; he gives fake smiles as you excitedly tell him about this new person but if you looked deep into his eyes you would notice the immense sadness he is trying to hide. he genuinely tries to be happy for you because after all, you are best friends, he should be happy for you. but he can’t. because he doesn’t see you as a friend anymore, he sees you as the person who has his heart in hands but is crushing it in front of him.

⤷ Dabi

dabi doesn’t know who he hates more; this new person for stealing your heart, you for being so blindly in love, or him for taking too long to tell you how he feels. he pretends he doesn’t care like always, but deep down he’s so broken and in pain he can barely breathe. he feels the fire burning under his skin when you start talking about this new person; he often says discouraging things to you, like ‘what did you really see in them?’ ‘c’mon, they’re just using you’, you think it’s because he’s just overprotective, but in reality he’s begging for his words to have some effect on you and for you to fall out of love.

⤷ Shigaraki

he always knew he shouldn’t like you because he always knew he wasn’t the right guy for you. but it was so inevitable and at the same time so natural, he couldn’t hold back because when he realized, he was already falling hard for you. and now knowing that he could have done something to have changed that fate destroys him inside. he hates you. he hates this feeling you give him. hates himself for letting himself fall in love with you, even though he knows you would never love him back. and he hates this person you’re in love with because you’re too good for them or anyone else. shigaraki hates to feel his heart breaking in his chest, but there’s nothing he can do but watch you break it.

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nightshadow1607 · 1 year

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Aizawa: Let me see what you have

Vigilante Izuku: A KNIFE! :D

Aizawa: NO!

Kurogiri: If you kill a killer, the number of killers will stay the same

Himiko: Kill two

Hizashi, shining a flashlight under the bed: Shouta, are you ready to come out yet and interact with people?

Aizawa: *angry hissing noises*

Hizashi: Understandable, have a nice day

All for One: I’m here to kill you

Izuku: Hold on, let me ask All Might

All for One: That’s not how it works!

Izuku: He said no, and he’s coming over

Kaminari: *sneezes*

Nedzu, from the vents: Bless you!

Kaminari: God?

Vigilante Izuku: It’s not illegal if you don’t get caught!

Vigilante Shinsou: We’re literally being chased by the Eraserhead right now! HOW CAN YOU SAY THAT?!

Shigaraki: I invited both of you into the woods because I crave the most dangerous game

Vigilantes Izuku and Shinsou, nodding: Knife Monopoly

Shigaraki:

Shigaraki: I was actually going to hunt both of you for sport but now I’m in interested in whatever the fuck knife monopoly is

Aizawa: This is our son, Hitoshi

Hizashi: Yes, I’m aware

Aizawa: This is my other son you never met, Izuku

Hizashi:

Aizawa: And this is my lovely unicorn daugther, Eri

Hizashi: You can’t just adopt kids like stray cats!

Aizawa: Watch. Me.

Aizawa: Hizashi and I are having a baby

Shinsou: That’s gre-

Aizawa: *slams down adoption papers* It’s you. Sign here

Aizawa: I hope you three have an explanation for this

Todoroki: Actually...

Izuku: We have three!

Bakugou: Pick your favorite

Sero, setting down a card: Ace of Spades!

Kirishima, pulling out an Uno card: +4!

Kaminari, pullling out a Pokémon card: Pikachu, I choose you!

Bakugou, trembling: What are we playing?!

Uraraka: I think we are missing something

Izuku: Teamwork?

Iida: Cohesion?

Todoroki: A general sense of what we’re doing?

Izuku: *Gently taps table*

Bakugou: *Taps back*

Uraraka: What are they doing?

Tsu and Tokoyami: Morse code

Izuku: * Agressively taps table*

Bakugou: *Slams hands down* YOU TAKE THAT BACK--

Izuku to Shinsou after he moved to class 1-A: I made you a friendship bracelet

Shinsou: I’m not really a jewellery person

Izuku: Oh, it’s okay. You don’t have to wear it if you don’t wan--

Shinsou: No, I’m wearing it forever. Back off

incorrect quotes because why not (part 7)

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happyk44 · 9 months

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Shinsou never liked the grenade stamped on his inner wrist. Supposedly, the soul mark meant something about his perfect match, be it platonic, romantic, whatever.

Despite his mom's attempts at nicer suggestions, all he could think was Loud. Angry. Explosive. Violent.

Bakugou immediately lived up to all those ideas. And Shinsou had little interest in making friends, much less more, with someone like that.

Bakugou never understood his soul mark. They were supposed to mean something about a person's perfect match. Some people got obvious signs. Like his ma with his dad's shitty wire framed glasses drawn neatly into her collarbone.

But some people, like Bakugou, got things that meant jackshit. Like the yawning cat marked into his upper thigh. Honestly? A fucking cat?

Lots of people liked cats. But fucking whatever. He was just grateful the stupid thing was easy to hide. Obsessing about soulmates was for people who didn't have goals, who wanted to shack up quick and settle down fast. Bakugou had plans.

He didn't need some stupid extra getting in his way with notions of friendship or love or whatever they thought it meant.

Shinsou staring at his soul mark: maybe mom is right. Maybe my soulmate isn't gonna be an explosive asshole Bakugou: screaming and throwing literal grenades of his explosive sweat at people Shinsou: I fucking knew it

#soulmates #dated december 15th 2022 #shinbaku #from the twitter archives #shinsou hitoshi #bakugou katsuki #happy talks mha

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queenangst · 2 months

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Fandom Trumps Hate 2024: My Hero Academia!

Bidding for @fandomtrumpshate 2024 opens this Tuesday, March 5th at 8am ET! There are 22 creators this year offering BNHA fanworks!

Fandom Trumps Hate is an online multi-fandom auction of fanworks, to benefit progressive nonprofits. For more information about FTH, check out their blog.

So, before bidding starts, here's a roundup of all the BNHA offerings this year! This is a summary and not comprehensive. To see the offerings in full, check out the BNHA fanworks tag.

Not interested in BNHA? No problem! There are plenty of other fandoms, and fan offerings. Check them out here.

Podfics

Potato_pods (AO3) - 10-20k words, minimum bid $5. Especially interested in: Dabihawks, open to a lot of pairings/themes.

Fanart

Domoz (Art blog) @domoz - Banner, Book cover, Comic, Drawing/painting/etc, minimum bid $5.

Fanfiction

Ace (AO3) - 20-50k words, minimum bid $5. Especially interested in: Angst, whump, emotional h/c, trauma exploration/recovery/bonding, mental health issues

Tierfal (AO3) - 5-10k words, minimum bid $5. Especially interested in: EndHawks and TodoBaku; EndHawks+Jeanist or TDBKDK. Lighthearted action-heavy stuff, also angst, AUs, or pretty much anything.

Blackat_t7t (AO3) - 5-10k words, minimum bid $5. Especially interested in: M/M or gen fic. Angst and h/c, canon divergent AUs. Anything focused on All Might or Deku.

Blindinglights (AO3) - Offering 2 BNHA works. 10-20k and 5-10k words. Especially interested in: KiriBaku, BakuDeku, ShinBaku, TodoBaku, KiriDeku, KiriKami, ShinKami, BakuKami, KiriBakuDeku, TodoBakuDeku, Todo/Deku, ShinBakuDeku, ShinKiriBaku, ShinBakuKami, and KiriTodoBakuDeku, SeroRoki. AUs (college, coffee shop/cafe, camboy/porn star, "and they were roommates", villain AUs, yakuza, vampires, etc; I love AUs!), enemies to lovers, break up/getting back together, friends to lovers, single parent/kidfic, omegaverse, dub-con, incest, angst (with a happy ending), online dating/blind dates, fake dating, pro heroes, mind break, canon, and age gaps.

Wander_wren (AO3) @wander-wren - 5-10k words, minimum bid $5. Especially interested in: Izuku, Bakugou, Shinsou, Hawks, Dabi, Todoroki, Sero, and Kirishima; multiships. Trauma and trauma recovery, heavy angst with hurt/comfort. Canon or no-powers AUs, Omegaverse and BDSM AUs. Established relationships and platonic/found family-esque dynamics.

Roxi2star (AO3) - 5-10k words, minimum bid $5. Especially interested in: Tododeku, Kiribaku, Shinkami, Dabihawks, TDBKDK

Achievingelysium (AO3) @queenangst - Hey, that's me! Less than 5k, minimum bid $10. Especially interested in: Whump, H/C, emotional, healing, coming-of-age and new adult. Found family, friendship, characters taking care of each other. Monster-of-the-week/mission-fics, epistolary, identity, canon divergence, future fic, ambiguous relationships, slice of life. Dadmight, platonic BKDK, Dekusquad, Class A girls, Class A.

Starburstsunshine (AO3) - 5-10k words, minimum bid $5.

Jane (AO3) - less than 5k words, minimum bid $10. Especially interested in: BakuTodo. Also any of Kirishima, Iida, Ochako & Deku; Kaminari, Jirou, Sero and Kirishima; Shinsou/Monoma; Momo/Kendou; Iida/Sero; Iida/Shouto, Natsuo/Hawks & Aizawa/All Might. Love all platonic dynamics.

One-fandom-became-all-fandoms (AO3) @one-fandom-became-all-fandoms - 1k words per $10 bid, minimum bid $5. Especially interested in: (Romantic): BakuDeku, BakuTodo, TodoDeku, BakuTodoDeku, ShinKami, KiriKami, EraserMic, MomoJirou. (Platonic): Most other pairings. Gen/No pairings, poly-ships, non-hetero ships, BDSM, voyeurism/exhibitionism.

Quillifer (AO3) - Less than 5k, minimum bid $10. Mature and/or Explicit works. Non-traditional omegaverse and genderbending.

Luna_SelfIndulgentKitten (AO3) - Offering 2 BNHA works. 1k minimum for every $10, minimum bid $5.

Helix_Stomper (AO3) - 20-50k words, minimum bid $5. Especially interested in: queer romance/ship fics, angst with a happy ending, misunderstandings, pining, idiots to lovers, genfic. Dadzawa with Quirkless/Vigilante Izuku. Most BNHA queer ships; Bakugou or Aizawa focused. Class 1A bonding, Pro Hero AUs, etc.

Yikesohdear (AO3) @livelikeheroes - 5-10k words, minimum bid $5. Especially interested in: Character/relationship studies (including platonic relationships!), Canon-adjacent AUs, slice of life, angst and hurt/comfort

Ternary (AO3) @ternaryflower53 - Less than 5k words, minimum bid $5. Especially interested in: queer, ace&aro, and disability themes. Trauma recovery and emotional hurt/comfort. Dadzawa adopting someone, Quirkless Midoriya and exploring quirk(less) discrimination in fic. Fave ships: Midoriya/Todoroki, Midoriya/Shinsou, or those three as an OT3.

FillyBoy (AO3) - Less than 5k words, minimum bid $5. Especially interested in: Dark tropes, SFW, NSFW, Fluff.

Juurensha (AO3) @juurensha - 5-10k words, minimum bid $5. Interesting and unique AU's, Romantic Comedy situations, rarepairs, side characters being fleshed out. Dabi/Hawks, Todoroki/Izuku, Shigaraki/Natsuo, Todofam without Endeavor, Rei/Inko, Shinsou/Iida

Lydia (AO3) - Less than 5k words, minimum bid $15. Especially interested in: Fantasy or College Alternate Universes, and tend to drift from established canon a lot. Found families and romantic relationships as well.

AzzaBynes @azzabynes - Fan poetry. Less than 5k words, minimum bid $10. Especially interested in: Symbolism, neurodivergence (particularly autism, ADHD, OCD, and touch aversion), coping mechanisms, in-universe politics, asexuality/aromanticism, worldbuilding, pairings with interesting narrative consequences (for example, Bakugo/Midoriya has more narrative consequences than Iida/Midoriya, but it's not a hard line), angst with a happy ending

DarkTenshi17 (AO3) - Offering 2 BNHA works. 5-10k, minimum bid $5.

#fth #fth 2024 #bnha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #this took a long time i salute the fth mods for doing the WHOLE thing lol #if anything is massively incorrect lmk but for all details please refer to the actual offerings!

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nutzgunray-lvt · 5 months

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Class 1A Dynamics (Part 1)

Normally, I like Class 1A. There's some interesting characters with interesting personalities and Quirks. Hell, some of my favorite characters are from Class 1A. But thanks to Hori's 'Tell Don't Show' and 'Bakugou Is The Main Character' style of writing, I think they've gotten an unfair reputation of being a found family when evidence really doesn't show that.

1A had a great start at the beginning of the story. Momo was shown to be sympathetic towards Aizawa humiliating Izuku and threatening to expel him during the QAT. Everyone were horrified and scared for Izuku's life during the Battle Trials, with Kirishima of all fucking people begging All Might to stop the fight. Kaminari, Ochako, Ida, and Tsu explicitly called out Bakugou's behavior for what it was, and Izuku's skills were praised by Sero and Kirishima. Even Mineta was shown as being inspired by Izuku's bravery during the USJ Attack.

The Sports Festival is where things began wavering towards the negative, but we still had some great moments, such as Tokoyami becoming friends with Izuku during the Calvary Battle and Ojirou protecting and warning Izuku about Shinsou's power. Izuku returned the favor by standing up for Ojirou against Shinsou and praising Dark Shadow as a dynamic and versatile Quirk.

But this is where (in my opinion), things start going downhill for their dynamics as a whole.

Instead of calling out Bakugou's arrogance, Kirishima and Kaminari suddenly find him to be shitting out gold and stars. Bakugou paints a target on Class 1A's back, and their reaction is essentially, "LOL! Classic manly Bakugou!" Ochako asks Izuku why he can't just make up with Bakugou and be friends with him again (they never were, but that's another story). Momo's self-confidence issues after the Sports Festival seemingly go unnoticed and freaking unaddressed.

I'll exclude the Stain arc, because it gave us what should have been the true Wonder Trio: Izuku, Shoto, and Ida. I LOVE their friendship in this arc.

But then came the Final Exam and Forest Camp arc.

#mha critical #bnha critical #class 1a critical #anti bakugou katsuki #horikoshi critical

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death-notex · 1 year

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Mha headcannons

• Aizawa threw up during sex ed and Nemuri and Hizashi never let him live it down.

• Bakugo religiously watches the Twilight movies.

• Ojiro likes yarn-made friendship bracelets and makes them for himself all the time. When Denki found out about this he tried to make Ojiro one but it just turned out as a few pieces of yarn covered in knots. Of course, Ojiro cherishes the bracelet forever (and he makes Denki one in return that has yellow flower patterns on it)

• Deku knows a lot about trains and reads articles about them all the time. He wants to create an app where he can track different trains as they travel across the country.

• Mina loves cake pops. She spends a good amount of her paycheck buying them from Starbucks.

• Shoji used to be afraid of the water because he was genuinely convinced he would never be able to swim due to his arms. He didn’t learn to swim until he was a teenager and it was only because a small child was drowning at the pool and he had to jump in and swim to go save the kid.

• Momo has a hard time with body positivity and tries to complement herself in the mirror every morning. It’s never easy for her to do.

• Aizawa brings kittens to school with him. Nezu has given up on trying to stop him.

• Aoyama’s favourite song is “Noel’s Lament” from the musical “Ride The Cyclone”

• Bakugo is secretly a musical theater kid. (Author Note: I will die on this hill.) When Aoyama, whose also a musical theater kid, finds out about this he confronts Bakugou. After several arguments and a few weeks Bakugo comes clean about his love for musicals. The two perform Dear Evan Hansen in their rooms together on the weekend.

• Shoto likes Adventure Time. He refuses to watch anything that isn’t either PG or on Cartoon Network.

• Tsuyu is incredible at Dance Dance Revolution and Mario Kart. Her and Kirishima have video game competitions all the time, which Tsuyu always wins. The only one who has come close to beating her is Deku while playing Pac-Man.

• Aizawa has a cat named Push-pop. (I know there are a lot of Aizawa headcannons but DEAL WITH IT)

• Eri likes listening to Katy Perry. Shinsou introduces her to Lady Gaga. Chaos ensues.

• All Might drinks tea, never coffee.

• Hawks makes nests out of his clothes to sleep in. One day Hawks mentors Tokoyami and their junior mission ends up becoming a several day mission. Hawks obviously keeps watch while Tokoyami sleeps. He notices the boy making a little nest out of the two different jackets he was wearing. Tokoyami looks up to see Hawks watching him and feels severely embarrassed, trying to hide the makeshift nest and come up with an explanation. Hawks comforts him and let’s him know that it’s ok and that he does the same thing. It’s just a part of their quirks and who they are, there isn’t anything to be ashamed of. (Wholesome moments? Yes, they are possible.)

part 2?

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class1akids · 7 months

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Hi I wanted to ask for your thoughts on Kirishima in the current arc. In the past been built up as Bakugou’s friend and equal but he has barely played a part (at least not a visible one) during the big fight.

I don't know. I would just be disappointed if all we get for Kiri is a one-panel picture of him like we got with Momo.

OK, let's talk Kirishima.

First - let's talk about "Kirishima being built up as Bakugou's friend and equal"

This has been true mainly in Act 1 of the story. Bakugou started at a place where he looked down on everyone and saw them as extras not deserving his attention. Kirishima was the first person from the class who managed to get through to Bakugou the idea that everyone needs to rely on others and there are people who want to and can keep up. Bakugou at that point of the story badly needed that lesson.

But also, Kirishima being Bakugou's "equal" is to a large extent about Deku's POV. In the sense, that he saw Bakugou accept Kirishima as a friend in a way he never accepted Deku (at that point in the story). So it's partially also about how Deku viewed Bakugou's friendship with Kirishima vs his own relationship with Bakugou. So in the end, Kirishima's role here is a stepping stone to build the Bakugou-Deku dynamic to DvK2, and the culmination of Kirishima's own friendship with Bakugou. When Bakugou took Kirishima's hand, the character development Kirishima provided for Bakugou was done.

Like for many things, Kamino is a turning point in the BakuKiri dynamic too. Their emotionally important moments fade away as they each get a different focus. Their last truly significant and meaningful interaction is back all the way in Ch 133, where Bakugou pays back Kirishima by giving him his own much-needed push towards self-confidence.

Bakugou's arc post-DvK2 becomes almost fully Deku-centric, while Kirishima gets an entirely new focus with Mina, with a backstory introduced during the Overhaul arc. So Kirishima's most important focus goes from being the deuteragonist's "sidekick/friend" to being the main focus of a tertiary, underdeveloped character, which post-Overhaul really negatively impacts his role in the story.

I think Horikoshi still tried to do right by him as a fan favourite, by giving him 3 Red Riot chapters, one of the only multi-chapters villain solo fights that non-Deku kids got, plus a very hype moment in the previous war. But while Kirishima stays as Bakugou's friend in the sense that they sit next to each other or joke sometimes,

these interactions become rare, and also lacking emotional depth and are used increasingly as comic relief. Also, post-war a lot of even more serious KiriBaku interactions are not focused on themselves, but in a way mainly on Todoroki.

I think Horikoshi did set up Kirishima and Mina having a deeper emotional bonding around Midnight's death and facing Gigantomachia (which is a symbol of facing their fears), it's a plotline that got largely scrapped in Hori's hurry to finish the story, resulting in a really lacklustre "climax". So the KiriMina dynamic just never felt as deep or meaningful as the KiriBaku dynamic was.

And yes, the Kirishima riding Machia cliffhanger was one of those bait panels that in the end didn't mean anything, only setting up Mina focus, just like Mina's color page back in the PLF war arc was setting up Kirishima's big moment.

So I guess that makes them even.

But still, after getting to the battlefield, Kirishima's contribution in the fight vs AFO was to shield Shinsou (when Shinsou wasn't even mindcontrolling Machia anymore) once.

Which I guess is a "feat", but was certainly made look less impressive by the fact that All Might's suit did the same trick like 5 times before it broke, while Kirishima went down in the 2nd hit.

I think for a guy, whose power is about "keep standing through anything", it is a pretty thin showing.

So is that it?

If it is, I guess people will say that Kirishima and Momo had their highlight in the PLF War arc and should be happy with that as "side characters". Of course, then you could ask what about Tokoyami?

If Class A gets more role - which is what I'm hoping for still as long as Aizawa-Kurogiri are still in play - then all these second-line important characters in the class, who at the moment has got severely reduced roles like Kirishima, Tsuyu, Iida and Momo may get another moment and a more hype way to finish off their arcs. It would be really neat to revisit the old friendships and bonds.

As someone who loves Class A, I'm really rooting for this, but of course there is no way of telling. Horikoshi has shafted them many times over, especially post PLF war. As much as Class A was the hype leading up to this final arc, I don't think he managed to do right by most of them and certainly not in the sense that would bring back the feeling of nostalgia of Act 1, where most of us fell in love with this story.

So given his track record (see Aoyama plotline) with class A, Horikoshi may think that sticking Class A into All Might's suit was a perfectly satisfying way to say goodbye to them. (Which makes me so sad and angry.)

#bnha manga spoilers #bnha meta #c1a asks #kirishima eijirou #bakugou katsuki #ashido mina

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animeomegas · 2 years

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Film Night Naps - Omega!Todoroki

[DAY 16 of the Summer Writing Event w/ @omeganronpa]

Word count: 2.2k

Prompt: Todoroki falls asleep on Reader’s lap. Reader holds Todoroki close and doesn’t move for hours.

Warnings: Drunk people and a mention of a serial killer

“Film night, film night, film night!” Denki chanted as he carried what you hoped was the last tray overladen with snacks in from the kitchen before balancing it precariously on the coffee table.

“You sure that’s enough?” Mina asked, laughing.

“I think we have more snacks than we have seats,” you joked, waving your arm towards the sofa and handful of armchairs that laid in a semi-circle facing the giant TV mounted on the wall.

“Hey! I’ll have you know I bought extra floor cushions and beanbags so everyone could fit!” Denki said, holding his hand over his heart like he was offended. “It’s not my fault everyone wants to hang out with me because I’m awesome and have the best house.”

“Yeah, sure,” Shinsou teased, already claiming one of the armchairs and reclining on it. “It’s nothing to do with the free food and massive TV.”

Denki pouted as everyone laughed.

“Er, Denki?” Uraraka tentatively asked. “I think we’re still one seat short.”

“What?!” he exclaimed, quickly counting the seats and comparing it to the number of people. “Noooo, I tried so hard to get enough!”

“It’s fine,” you laughed. “Shouto and I can share a seat, it’s not a big deal.”

“You sure you don’t mind?”

“Well, sometimes there are burdens that must be carried as part of being in the best relationship in the friendship group.”

The fake humble tone in your voice incited raised eyebrows and lots of rolled eyes, but everyone agreed that your suggestion was the best solution. Shouto seemed happy enough to share a seat with you, not that that surprised you, as he wasn’t really bothered by public displays of affection, especially when you were only in the company of your friends.

You quickly grabbed one of the two corner seats of the sofa while everyone was faffing around getting drinks and arguing over charging spaces for their phones, and pulled Shouto onto your lap, who quickly got himself comfortable. He was sitting with his legs draped sideways over your lap, resting his back in the corner of the sofa and his head on your shoulder.

You wrapped your arm around him in turn, enjoying the warmth pressed against your side, and kept a hand on Shouto’s knee where your rubbed back and forth with your thumb.

“Have you seen either of these films before?” Shouto asked, his breath tickling your neck.

“No, I don’t think anyone here has. They’re both really new and most of us have had no free time with the new serial killer case. You know how busy it’s been recently, no one’s had time.”

“I see,” he hummed. “I hope they are both good.”

“I don’t mind if they’re good because either way, I get to cuddle my beautiful mate, so this night will be worth it no matter what.”

You felt him smile against your neck.

“I like cuddling with you too.”

Critical hit. His bluntness was far too cute.

Then, all the conversation in the room was cut off by Bakugou.

“Alright! Lights off, let’s get this shit over with!”

Someone whooped and the lights dimmed, leaving the TV screen the only source of light, and before long, everyone was engrossed in the film.

Shouto was whispering questions to you periodically as the film progressed, which you happily answered for him as you always did on film nights.

You didn’t know quite how someone who was such a good hero could still forget the names and faces of a solid 30% of the main cast of every film, over and over again. You guessed you didn’t need to identify someone to save them as a daylight hero. It was probably for the best that he didn’t go into underground heroics, you thought, vaguely amused.

But at around the halfway point, the questions slowed down considerable before stopping altogether. Shouto’s head got heavier and heavier too, and you head a sneaking suspicion that he was falling asleep.

You smoothed his hair back from his face and adjusted him slightly into what you hoped was a more comfortable position for him to rest, grinning at no one in the darkness as you did. In the early stages of your relationship, getting Shouto to trust you had been a long process filled with trial and error and copious amounts of patience, so the fact that you were now at the stage where he trusted you enough to fall asleep in a room full of people, simply because you were holding him, made your heart feel like it was going to burst.

On a more serious note, you were glad he was getting some rest, even if he was choosing film night to do it; he’d been overworking so much over the past few weeks, and though he never complained, you’d noticed the toll it had been taking on him.

To keep him asleep, you made sure to press a hand over Shouto’s exposed ear during the final battle scene as your friends started cheering and hollering for the heroes. He was a light sleeper, but to your surprise, he stayed asleep.

As the credits for the first film rolled, someone turned on a lamp, bathing the room in a golden glow that left many people blinking for a few seconds to adjust. You covered Shouto’s ear pre-emptively, knowing the lull wouldn’t last very long.

And sure enough, not even ten seconds later, the room started buzzing with chatter and commentary about the film.

It was a quiet enough chatter until Kirishima, was more than a little drunk, decided to shout his opinion.

“That was a damn good film, but I seriously need a piss break before the next on because pissing myself on my friend’s floor would be seriously unmanly!”

There were several noises of disgust that followed, and a couple of aggressive encouragements to get off the floor and go, Shinsou even pointing out that he didn’t need their permission to use to toilet.

Before you could think about what a horrible idea it was, you shushed them, unable to stop the feelings of protectiveness over your sleeping mate, but the second all the pairs of eyes landed on you, you released what a mistake you’d just made.

Mina immediately made a little squealing noise as she laid eyes on you, pulling out her phone at rapid speed and snapping several photos before you even had a chance to tell her to stop.

“This is the cutest fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” she grinned, eagerly showing off the photos on her phone to everyone around her as she pointedly ignored your glare.

“It is actually really cute,” Midoriya said, somewhere been bashful and reluctant, probably hoping you wouldn’t turn on him for saying that. “You two are really good together.”

“You totally need to post it on the group chat for the people that couldn’t come!” Denki said, excitedly leaning over Mina’s shoulder and doing a strange little bounce on the floor.

“Already on it,” Mina smirked, and with a frankly impressive amount of comedic timing, all the phones in the room pinged or vibrated at once.

“Guys,” you whined, letting your head fall against the back of the couch. “Why would you do this to us? We’re going to get so many weird comments from people now.”

Shinsou snorted and Mina-

“Mina!” you admonished in a whisper-shout as she sneaked another photo. “You’re supposed to ask people before you take photos of them you know!”

She only stuck her tongue out and another round of phone notification noises followed.

It was too late to change what had happened, but in a desperate attempt to avoid anything else happening, you tried to change everyone’s attention to something else.

“We should probably get on with the toilet breaks if we want to have time to watch another film, it’s already almost 1 AM.”

Your plan mostly worked, and one by one people filtered off to the bathrooms, but it didn’t stop Denki from waggling his eyebrows at you suggestively the second you made the mistake of making eye contact with him.

You rolled your eyes in return.

It was a relief when the second film finally started, and the lights turned back down.

Somehow, Shouto was still completely out of it on your shoulder, dead to the world, your loud ass friends included.

The second film passed in a blur. Everyone was flagging in energy as the increasingly insane hours of the early morning ticked on.

With the credits came stretching and yawning, and soon after people started trickling out the door to stumble home, leaving Denki’s trashed living room behind them. It was time for you to wake sleeping beauty.

“Shouto, baby, wake up,” you said quietly, touching his face firmly to try and rouse him. “Come on, it’s time to leave.”

It took a few tries, but eventually Shouto lifted his head, the left side of his hair mussed from your shoulder. He looked dazed and confused and incredibly adorable.

“The films are over, baby, we’re in Denki’s house still so we need to go home,” you explained with a smile, hoping your explanation was simple enough to break through the haze of sleep.

“Okay,” Shouto replied simply, sliding off your lap and almost knocking into the coffee table. You laughed and stood up with him, linking your arms together and gathering any errant possessions you arrived with.

“We’re going to head home,” you waved goodbye at the few remaining people. “Thanks for hosting, Denki.”

“No worries! Thanks for coming, you two!” he grinned, waving back. “And thanks for providing the entertainment for the intermission.”

Mina, also drunk, giggled.

“Yes! That was the best bit of the night! You two are just too cute, I can’t even cope!”

You laughed a little, reminding yourself to do a damage assessment on the group chat before heading to bed that night.

“Bye guys!” you shouted over your shoulder as you and Shouto headed out of the front door.

The cold air of the night was jarring and seemed to clear the tried fog from Shouto’s mind.

“I didn’t mean to fall asleep tonight, I apologise,” he said, squeezing your still linked arms together. “I know you were looking forward to tonight.”

“And I had a great time, Sho’, how could I not when you were cuddled up next to me, hmm? Not to mention you’ve been working so much recently, everybody knows your agency was spear-heading the serial killer case, no one was mad at you falling asleep.”

“That’s good. I didn’t realise I was so tired. I think I fell asleep during the first film.”

You laughed, unsure why he was admitting that like you didn’t know when he’d fallen asleep.

“Come one, let’s pick up the pace, I can hear our bed calling to us.”

“…”

“Calling what? Why would our bed-?”

“It’s just an expression, Sho.”

…

It was bliss when you were finally both tucked up in bed, the time on your phone reading a damning almost 4 AM. Shouto had fallen asleep as soon as his head touched the pillow, still exhausted. You were more than ready to join him before you remembered that you needed to survey the damage on the group chat.

Clicking open your phone, you pressed one of the many notifications for the group chat and chuckled at the first picture to pop up. There were more photos on there than you’d expected, and the ones where you were glaring directly into the camera were pretty funny you had to admit.

You scrolled through the comments under those ones, enjoying some, rolling your eyes at others. Shinsou had sent several sings of emojis that you couldn’t even begin to comprehend, Uraraka sent gifs of people fainting from cuteness and Iida had rebuked everyone for posting that late and waking him up telling them all to go to bed.

Not that anyone listened of course. Denki even called him out as a ‘grandpa who couldn’t even put his phone on silent’.

You imagined that you’d get a second influx of comments when more of your old classmates woke up tomorrow, but for now, you were reaching the end of the unseen messages.

Then, right at the end where you least expected it, Midoriya had sent a single photo.

Somehow, he’d managed to get a candid photo of you and Shouto, where you were kissing the top of the sleeping omega’s head, the smile on your face clearly obvious in the photo. You also noticed for the first time that apparently Shouto had fallen asleep with one hand loosely gripped onto your shirt.

It was a beautiful picture.

You sent Midoriya a quick thank you message before saving the pic onto your phone and snuggling into bed with Shouto. Almost immediately, Shouto sleep shuffled into your arms, nuzzling his face into your chest, mumbling something incoherent before falling still once again.

Midoriya’s picture had captured you both so well… Maybe you should get it framed?

Yes, you closed your eyes and imagined it sitting on your bedside table, that sounded like a good idea.

#summer writing event #shouto #todoroki #reader insert #a/b/o #omegaverse #shouto x reader #todoroki x reader #gn reader #alpha!reader #alpha x omega

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beybuniki · 2 months

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Talking about awkward phases on rekindled friendship and the uhh lack of developing Bakugou and Urarakas dynamic I feel like Bakugou and Shinsou would be funny like in class 1a slowly getting along more but having a rivalry

hmmm, i can't come up with an opinion on this but i do love to see bkaugo interact with other kids :D

#asks #heslike my sheltered hamster that needs to learn how to socialize better with other silly hamsters

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nightshadow1607 · 1 year

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Immortal Izuku: What’s up guys? I’m back.

Shinsou: What the- you can’t be here. You’re dead. I literally saw you die.

Immortal Izuku: Death is a social construct.

Aizawa: I slept for almost 12 hours but I might still be tired so let’s go for 12 more just in case.

Hizashi: Shou, that's a coma.

Aizawa: Sounds festive.

Vigilante Shinsou: Are you sure this is the right direction?

Informant Kaminari: Certainly, I'm as sure as I am honest!

Vigilante Izuku: In that case, we're definitely lost.

Vigilante Izuku: I was arrested for being too cool.

Shinsou: The charges were dropped due to a lack of supporting evidence.

Feral Izuku: Just because I'm too short to reach the lowest self in the cabinet doesn't mean you shouldn't watch out for your kneecaps.

Shinsou: With great power comes great need to take a nap. Wake me up later.

Aizawa: I’ve come to a point in my life where I need a stronger word than fuck

Izuku, holding a python: I impulsively bought a snake, what do I name him

Hizashi, in the verge of a heart attack: You did WHAT–

Shinsou: William Snakepeare

Izuku: Jail is no fun. I’ll tell you that much.

Aizawa: Oh, you’ve been?

Izuku: Once. In Monopoly.

Shinsou: I think I'm having a mid-life crisis.

Aizawa: You're like 15 years old

Shinsou: I MIGHT DIE AT 30!

*Izuku and Shinsou are doing something absurdly dangerous*

Vigilante Izuku: I think Houdini did something like this once! Why, if I recall correctly, he was out of the hospital in no time!

Vigilante Shinsou, deadpan: Well that's encouraging.

Izuku: Bad things keep happening to me, like I have bad luck or something.

Bakugou: Deku, you don't have bad luck. The reason bad things happen to you is because you're a dumbass.

Kirishima: If I accidentally sat on a voodoo doll of myself, would I be trapped forever in that position, doomed to starve to death?

Tokoyami: How am I supposed to know?

Kaminari: You say, as if we don’t use you as a source of knowledge of the occult.

Tokoyami: *sighs*

Tokoyami: You wouldn't be trapped.

Spinner: What do you think Dabi will do for a distraction?

Mr. Compress: They’ll probably, like, make a noise or throw a rock. That’s what I would do.

*Building explodes and several car alarms go off*

Mr. Compress: ... or they could do that.

Izuku: I've already sent good vibes your way… they’re coming. There’s nothing you can do to stop them.

Shinsou: This is the most threatening way I’ve ever been cheered up.

Quirkless Izuku: I’m going to defeat you with the power of friendship! ... And this knife I found.

Uraraka: What do you call a fish with no eye?

Iida, not looking up: Astyanax mexicanus

Uaraka:

Uraraka: fsh

*Shinsou and Izuku sitting in jail together*

Vigilante Izuku: So who should we call?

Vigilante Shinsou: I’d call Aizawa, but I feel safer in jail

incorrect quotes because why not? (part 5)

#vigilante izuku #shinsou hitoshi #aizawa shouta #yamada hizashi #kaminari denki #bakugou katsuki #kirishima eijirou #tokoyami fumikage #spinner mha #mr compress #uraraka ochako #iida tenya #incorrect qoute bnha #dadzawa

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Hey Cookie, there has been a grave tragedy in the Tumblr Draft process and I may have deleted your ask. Still going to answer the ask though regarding the Flowers au! If I remember correctly you asked about what Proxies are, if the Wraiths are like fears, who are the Witches, what friendship groups changed, and if we had art on the au. If I miss anything Cookie please tell us in the inbox because we are excited to talk about this au.

So to put it simply on what Proxies are, think of it like how in Greek Mythology there are people who have the gods as their Patrons and call upon them for blessings and aid and such, or like how in TMA there are "Avatars" who pretty much serve the Fear they're affiliated with and "feed" them. It's sort of like that here but you do not want that Proxy business 90% of the time. Currently you can be a Proxy to either a Ghost or to a Wraith but more likely you're going to accidentally become a Proxy to a Wraith which is never really a good thing. If you do become a Proxy however, expect changes to happen. These changes include amplified feelings, physical changes, boosts to your Quirk, and basic powers that are from the Ghost Patron.

The Wraiths are like fears but more specifically they're the previous One For All User's fears. They're all the anxieties, fears, and regret that they had when they were alive and when they died, all that anxiety, fear, and regret manifested into a Wraith that goes and carries out that fears onto others. A good example would be Shinomori and how in life he just had the anxiety that he would be followed and killed by All For One's forces or, hell even from a person who had disdain for people with Meta Abilities. When he died and his Wraith formed, the fear that it goes and spreads the most is paranoia and the idea that everyone is out to get you, whether that statement is true or not! It's basically that with individual One For All users and god forbid any one of them goes and targets you because you probably won't come out the same afterwards.

The Witches! So glad you asked! they have to have a certain amount of spiritual Energy imbued into them. Such as having a Soul connected, your entire family being haunted except you, or even just having a good spirit come around alot. It's almost a lost practice except for those who wish to learn and know. Tokoyami learned because he wished for a Protection against the things he learns of. Fuyumi learned as a protection for herself and her class. The Kirishima Moms learned so they could protect Kirishima, Son of the only man who won against Kudou. Or later. Yagi. Who's Legacy has been passed down but the spiritual Energy imbued into OFA allows him to be taught

As for the friendships, a lot has changed here. There are many cons to having the world be haunted as hell but the pros are that we get new friendship dynamics.

For one, Midoriya, Tokoyami, Shinsou, and Kirishima are a friend group who's main goal is to figure out how to stop the Wraiths and collect stories on people who were victims of them to perhaps fight back or even banish them completely.

Kaminari, Todoroki, and Sero meanwhile are another friend group who is also investigating the Wraiths but in the aspect on what they are and what their pasts may be, well it's more of Kaminari and Todoroki investigating while Sero desperately tries to get them to take a break.

Ojiro and Ashido are also a duo here, more specifically a duo who really just decides to say "No" to the horrors and go on with their day. They're pretty much the Ghost Files duo and they simply just keep on vibing despite the Wraiths trying to get them.

Where's Bakugou in all of this oh uh. Don't mind that! He'll be there soon after Kamino he's there just. Not right away!

Anyways some art under the read more!