Katsuki Bakugou X Reader

Eijirou Kirishima x Shy!Reader

Summary: Class 1A goes on a field trip and the bus ride there gets very interesting

Quirk: You can control plants and make them grow from the ground. You need a base through, like a seed or root and you can make it grow from that. You can move it and make it grow bigger and taller than it is (i.e. you can make a flower huge if you wanted to). If overused, you get dizzy and could pass out.

Warnings/Genre: fluff, slight plot change

WC: 1,267

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You were always the quiet type, not one to socialize that much. So, when you got into the most prestigious hero school in Japan, you were so nervous. The first few weeks you wouldn’t talk to anyone, gaining the title of the quiet girl. You did eventually make some friends, through the two girls who first approached you. Uraraka and Ashido. They let you hang out with them and their squads, though you weren’t very close to them, you got along with them just fine.

Midoriya was known to be awkward around certain people and so he knew what it was like for you not to be able to carry much of a conversation, and he saved you every time you stuttered and froze up. Iida liked you as you were very quiet and never caused trouble, you studied and he helped you from time to time. 

Todoroki and you had an okay relationship, you were both quiet but he was able to open up a little more than you and didn’t have as much trouble socializing as you. He helped you in some conversations and told you how to open up a little more but the difference was he was only quiet and you were shy, you thanked him for all his advice though. 

Asui tried to include you in conversations, and she was kind like that. She was quite observant and could see when and when not to bring you up in conversation. Aoyama was self centered and would use that when you wanted to divert attention from yourself. 

All in all, the Dekusquad was very determined to make you comfortable with them and others. The Bakusuad though, they were a different story, as soon as Ashido introduced you to them they immediately tried to get you out of your shell. They always complimented you about how smart and beautiful you were, especially Kirishima and Kaminari, and you always blushed and stuttered when they did. 

Sero was always more kind to you, he respected your boundaries and saved you when you froze up. Kaminari wanted to get you to be more sociable, he was always including you in conversations and constantly raised your self esteem. Bakugou was always rude to everyone, he wasn’t very different to you. He would never compliment you but he wouldn’t insult you as much as everyone else. And to be honest, he would throw hands to anyone who would hurt you. 

Kirishima just wanted to get close to you. He wanted to impress you and make you feel comfortable. He wanted you to be happy in school and you were, because of all your friends. He liked you too, not just as a friend, and his whole squad knew but wouldn’t tell you as they didn’t want you to get embarrassed. They did push him to you and you did enjoy his company. Just his overall energy was very welcoming and fun. 

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You were sitting in lunch with the Bakusquad. They were discussing the upcoming overnight field trip. “Where are we even going?” Kaminari asked.

“To a camp, I heard we’re not even training, we’re just going to have fun!” ashido chirped excitedly

“Tch, why are we even doing this?” Bakugou grumbled,.

“I heard the Principal said each class is having an outing to rest and refresh, just enough to let us do better in training” Kirishima commented

“Ah, to ease the soreness of intense training” You said quietly

“Exactly!” Kirishima beamed at you, excited that you replied to him, normally not talking in conversations.

You smiled back at him as the table were deciding who to sit with on the bus. You went pale, you didn’t like choosing seatmates because you weren’t as close with people as they were to each other. Ashido noticed and asked you, “why don’t you sit with us?” 

“U-uh, sure” you said and continued eating your food. Behind your back Ashido gave Kirishima a look, him blushing, understanding the wordless conversation they had.

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You got in the bus and followed Ashido to the seat, you were about to sit in the seat closest to the door but Ashido sat in the seat two away frm it. It meant you had to sit in between her and someone else. You got nervous as it might be someone who you weren’t close with bu you visibly relaxed when you saw it was Kirishima. He smiled at you, “Is this seat taken?” he asked. You shook your head as he sat next to you. You blushed and looked away, he was so attractive. You had to admit, even if you didn’t exactly have a crush on him, he was someone you liked to spend time with. The only problem being you couldn’t talk to him much without blushing and stuttering. 

He made small conversation with you and you tried to continue it as much as possible but you would occasionally stutter and freeze. He would laugh it off and save you from embarrassment, something you were thankful for. At one point, you yawned, telling him you were gonna take a nap and leaned on Ashido’s shoulder. She let you fall asleep before she looked at Kirishima.

He got scared at the look she gave him as she laughed evilly. He shushed her seeing as you were sleeping peacefully. “She’s a heavy sleeper, don’t worry” She said. She told Kirishima to lift up his arm and straighten it. He did as told, confusion written on his face as other people started to watch to find out what Ashido was up to. 

She shoved you off of her and onto Kirishima. “Mina!” He whisper-shouted. Because of his arm being up, you were laying on his chest. People were laughing at his red face, taking pictures and telling him to wrap his arm around you. He reluctantly did so and you stirred. Everyone went quiet and he panicked, mentally preparing himself for facing your embarrassment. He constructed an apology in his mind as you shifted your body around. You ended up laying your head on the middle of his chest, wrapping your arm around his torso.

A blush erupted in his face, his cheeks getting as red as his hair. You lightly snored in your sleep. His face softened and pulled you to him tightly. He stared at you for a little, everyone finishing up their photoshoot and returning to their conversations. Ashido smiled brightly at him, knowing she did her job, and talked to the person beside her.

Kirishima laid his head on yours, inhaling your sweet scent, the scent lulling him to sleep. God, how he wanted this, he imagined you two being like this, and he wanted to make it happen one day. What can he say, he was head over heels for you. He dreamed about this, cuddling you like this, sleeping with you like this, it was almost perfect.

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You woke up, your eyes still closed as you wondered what you were sleeping on. The scent was comforting, and your arms were wrapped around it, your head was laying on it. It felt great. Then you came to the realization that you were laying on someone. Your eyes shot open and saw a familiar white t-shirt. You looked up, your head forcing Kirishima’s to stop laying on yours. His eyes opened as you both stared at each other, eyes wide. everyone was getting out on the bus and you quickly stood up. 

“I’m sorry!” You said and quickly hopped off the bus, blushing. Oh my god you just slept on Kirishima! You felt weirdly giddy at the thought. Did he enjoy it? Was he even okay with it? He was sleeping on you too so you could only assume yes.

When the class marched forward to where they would be sleeping, you tugger on Kirishima’s shirt to stay behind. Looking at your shoes, your face red, “Um... thanks for letting me sleep on you...” You mumbled

He smiled an rubbed the back of his neck, “It’s alright! It was actually really comfortable...” He said the last part quietly, though letting you hear it. You were both blushing and not looking at each other. A surge of confidence surged through you as you leaned in and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek, “maybe we can do it again on the way back” you suggested and left to catch up to the class. He stood there shocked and blushing, touching the part of his cheek that your plush lips pressed against. He came to his senses and smiled brightly, running up to the class excited to tell his friends what happened.

A mini rant

I wanna write for these characters so bad from these animes but I have to motivation to write lol. The ppl of Kekkai Sensen are so great, especially Zed, he’s so underrated. Imma probs do that if I feel like it, and the people of Shokugeki no Soma and Free! but my hands wont type smh.

Tempting Tempest

Shark!Bakugou X mer!reader (+more)

Warnings: mentions of noncon/dubious themes, slight violence, sexual themes

A/N: this wasn’t even one of the big ideas I had for mermay, but I started writing it at work and it just sort of happened. I plan on writing scenarios for both option one and option two (see the end of the fic), and if I get inspired, I’ll write scenarios for more characters too! I love mermaids so it would just be wrong if I didn’t post something for mermay.

Peering over a large lump of pink, spindly coral, your eyes narrowed in on an octopus, languidly scuttling its way through the sand. You licked your lips and heard your stomach rumble: octopus wasn’t the most tantalizing meal in the ocean, but at the moment, it was the safest when your food sources were so scarce. That, and a couple of its legs could satiate a few of your sisters who, like you, have not been mated as of yet.

It was May, which meant that it was time for the more male-dominant pods from the south to migrate up to the central waters to enjoy the warming waters. Both your sisters and other pod-mates alike had been snatched up by these tail-hungry mermen, either by being wowed and wooed by different trinquets and talismans the males had created for special bonding occasions such as these, or for the more stubborn and jittery merfolk such as yourself, being captured and forced to mate. Wooed or not, you wanted nothing to do with it, and the repercussions of avoiding the frenzied scuffle was lack of food and resources.

So that Octopus was yours.

Your tail swished back and forth as you slowly pulled your dagger out of your side pouch. Tasty or not, you and your sisters were going to feast. But just as you were about to pounce, a dark shadow loomed over the octopus. You looked up to see a marlin and your dinner-plate eyes only grew that much larger.

Mine.

You swam, fast and furious towards your prey, jetting through the water with smooth finesse. You were the swiftest in your pod, something you pride yourself on—even still, that marlin saw you coming a mile away and darted quickly in the opposite direction. That didn’t stop your pursuit. You chased the giant fish under large, rocky arches and through a tall, kelpy forest, determined to make the fish your meal.

It took you far too long to notice the second shadow that had been falling over you throughout your fishing endeavor. Missing a beat, you slammed yourself into a rock the marlin used to scale to get away. Goosebumps appeared on your arm when you heard snickering from above you.

Looking up, you could see only his silhouette. You couldn’t tell who it could have been, but you knew he was male by the sharp point of his fluke; he was a shark—possibly one of the most violent breeds of merfolk around. A short glance out into the abyss and you saw the marlin miles away. Your hungry brain told you that if the merman was in pursuit of the fish as well, and that if you were to fight him for it, you would undoubtedly lose, but looking back at the silhouette, you could tell by the tilt of his head that the merman had no interest in the marlin. But he had his own dagger in his hands. He was hunting and you were his game.

Before you could get another moment to think, the merman curled down in a beautiful arc and dove down straight for you. You inhaled through your gills and bolted away in an entirely new direction in an attempt to throw your pursuer off, but with a deliberate flick of his tail, he made the sharp turn and was trailing behind you in no time.

You stayed low, hoping you could lose him after swimming around around large stacks of sediment, but whenever you could steal a glance back he was right there, grinning wickedly, advancing on you even more.

“You can’t swim forever, little guppy,” you heard him snarl behind you, his tone half-amused with a note of agitation. You felt fingers curl around the base of your fluke, and though you tried to jerk him away, his grip was vice.

You descended, skidding along a sandy seabed, scratching your arms and torso on absconded rocks. You hissed in pain, but managed to keep a tight hold on your dagger throughout your entire fall. Large hands grabbed a hold of your tail and flipped you over with ease, pushing you back down against the seabed where pale, glittering sand pushed up off the floor and floated around you. Finally able to see your attacker up front, you had to hold your breath to keep from gasping.

Despite hating him on sight, there was a moment where you thought to yourself that he was the most gorgeous creature you’d ever seen. Ash-colored hair swayed gently with the easy ocean currents. Hungry, crimson eyes were a beautiful, stark contrast to the incessant blue that flooded your everyday life. And the way his bronzed abs flexed as he caught his breath had liquid heat rushing through your tail. You wanted to reach out and touch the hook-shaped scar on his left peck. It wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world if you did. Merfolk were curious creatures, and most of you found that the easiest way to satiate their curiosities was through touch.

So you did. You lifted your free hand and drew your fingers along the rough edges of his scarred skin. He bristled at the contact, but didn’t stop you, opting to eye you with equal interest. You felt the beat of his two-chambered heart thrumming against his flushed skin. It was mesmerizing—almost as much as the gentle rumbling that reverberated from his chest—the tell that he was ready to mate.

The tips of his fingers touched your bare shoulder, slid up your neck, and found their home on your chin. He tilted your head once to the left, once to the right to check your neck to see if you’d already been mated. He let out a content hum and placed his hand on the back of your neck. Fluttering excitement buzzed down your spine to your fluke, and you slapped your tail against the floor to try to ease your sudden fervor. It didn’t help, and by the look on his face, he knew he had you. You thought for a moment that maybe you could mate; there really was no reason to be so stubborn. It was only natural and you were of age. The alluring rumbling from his chest was obviously getting to you, but why would you let yourself be mad over being picked by a very attractive suitor. You could mate with him. You could…

But then he had to go and speak again.

“Not so keen on fleeing now, huh?” The triumphant tone he kept had your scales flaring. “And here you had me thinking you were gonna put up a bit of a fight.” He flashed a toothy grin. Sharp. Dangerous. You didn’t want those teeth anywhere near you.

You swung your dagger at him. He caught your wrist with ease. His grin only grew wider as he pinned your arm back against the ocean floor. You hissed at him, grabbing a fistful of sand and flinging it at his face. He coughed and sputtered, so you used that opportunity to sweep your tail up and across his stupid, beautiful face. He let up and you were able to kick against the floor and swim up in a desperate search for an escape.

From the view, it seemed you had three options.

Option one: you could brave the sea cave you spotted miles away. The contents of the dark were unknown to you, but you figured you could brave the unknown and wait until this merman loses interest. You probably wouldn’t be able to eat for the rest of the day, but it sure as hell beat being mated to some arrogant, two-pricked shark. (Octo!Aizawa—noncon)

Option two: fight the arrogant, two-pricked shark. You might’ve not been the strongest fish in the sea, but you were fast and, at times, cunning. Your pride was on the line anyhow and if it was a fight he wanted, it was a fight he was going to get. (Shark!Bakugou—dubcon)

Option three: swim away some more. The ocean was vast, but you were bound to run into something or someone that could help fend this fiend off of you sooner or later, if he doesn’t get tired from the chase first. Swimming away would surely open a few more paths for you too. But you’d have to be fast. (Other mer!character scenarios that may come up)

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rare ships like these need more recognition

duo dynamic.

[ in which your favourite pornstar invites a special guest over for one of his lives — tobio kageyama x tsukishima kei, female reader ]

➵ word count: 3.4K | characters aged up 18+, pornstar!kageyama, some brattysub!kageyama x dom!tsukishima, masturbation (use of toys; vibrator), name-calling (degradation),, face-fucking (deep-throating), ass play, slow to rough sex, teasing, aftercare.

➵ © i do not own haikyuu!! all credit for the show goes to haruichi furudate. i only own the story, writing and au.

➵ a/n: a thank you to @letshaikyuu​ because she’s just so supportive and sweet in general? but she helped me with a few aspects of this fic so creds to her. i honestly don’t know where i would be without her <3

❝give yourself up to me entirely and i can’t promise you won’t be broken.❞

Perhaps it would be best to say that it all started with a click and a play. But then again, you couldn’t exactly recall how it all came to be during the six months that had passed. You’d like to say that you use your resources to a minimum wage, but the vibrator that buzzed to life every evening spoke another story you couldn’t bring yourself to deny.

The strangeness of it all was enough to cloud your mind; maybe that’s why you forgot how it started. Maybe that’s why you forgot how you ended up masturbating to a twenty-four year old guy on the glossy screen of your laptop. You didn’t really know much about him, so you couldn’t exactly call what you had a crush. Knowing his last name wasn’t enough either.

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PET ROCK

fic trade for @bnhaxxassociates! Sorry for such a long wait, I was struggling with ideas for this one and was nervous about the word count not reaching the fic you gave me ;; 

special thanks to @lady-bakuhoe and @ikinabi for providing me ideas

desc. | after waking up and finding your dear husband on the floor, surrounded by pots and pans, you and him spend the morning bonding together. 

genre. | fluff

word count. | 2043

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The sun’s rays peaked through the curtains, caressing your face lightly. You sat up and yawned, rubbing your eyes. Your eyes glanced over to the clock and saw that it was 7am. The space beside yours felt cold. A sinking feeling could be felt in your heart, realizing that your husband hasn’t come home yet. You remembered his words when you called him 2 days ago. 

“Hey, baby!” His voice was bright and cheerful. Even just hearing his voice filled you with joy, reminded of his radiance. 

“Ei! When are you coming home?” You asked, your voice imbued with a strong sense of hope. “I really miss you.” 

“Aw, don’t worry, I promise I’ll be back this Saturday morning. I can’t wait to be with my loving wife,” You could hear the grin in his voice. “I’ll see you then!” 

“See you, Ei,” You gave him one farewell before hanging up. 

You sighed. You suppose it couldn’t be helped. The job of a hero wasn’t easy, people were constantly in danger and villains were relentless. Not only that, but since he was one of the top heroes, the media is thirsty for more of him. It was hard to blame him, honestly. Of course, sometimes you wish he’d have more time for you. However, you held off on telling him in fear of seeming selfish. 

Looking into a special desk, your eyes spotted your pet rock on it. You had followed an online tutorial to make it look like your dear husband, all because you were bored and lonely. It had red hair like his made of felt as well as sharp teeth. Red rhinestones were used for the eyes, shimmering in the morning light. Your hands gingerly picked it up and placed a soft kiss on it. 

“Good morning, honey,” You cooed, caressing the slightly rough sides of it.

Your footsteps were light as you walked towards the kitchen, yawning into your hand once more. Your senses were still somewhat groggy. 

But then, a few noises came from the kitchen. 

Your eyes widened and you rushed to the room. The sight that you were met with was of your husband surrounded by pots and pans on the ground. He looked up with a sheepish smile. 

“Hey, honey,” He greeted you, rubbing his neck. “I was going to surprise you with breakfast in bed but… Well, the surprise was ruined.” 

A chuckle bubbled from your throat. You smiled back at him. “I’m just happy you’re here, Eijiro,” You told him, kneeling to help him pick up the pots and pans. You placed a kiss on his lips once you two were finished. 

“Aw, but I really wanted to do something special. We haven’t seen each other in so long,” Eijiro wrapped an arm around your waist, lifting you off the ground. He buried his face into your neck, his breath tickling it. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck and hugged him close, closing your eyes and relishing in the moment. His embrace was warm and his presence smelled of teakwood. 

“Alright, why don’t we cook something together? That should be fun,” You suggested to him after a short moment of just enjoying each other’s company. 

The redhead looked up, his eyes lit up. If he had a tail, it’d probably be wagging like crazy. How endearing. 

“That’d be great!” 

He put you down. “So what should we make?” He asked, curiosity sparkling in his crimson eyes. 

“How about pancakes? It’s a special day today now that you’re finally here,” You replied, giggling at how he looked. You looked into the pantry to find the ingredients for it, then realized that that flour was placed on the higher shelf where you couldn’t reach. 

You turned to him and pointed at the item with a sheepish expression on your face. “Uh, could you grab that for me, Ei?” You asked and immediately regretted it because his face morphed into one of cheekiness. 

“Of course, shorty,” He responded, putting a ton of emphasis on the “shorty”. This made your face heat up in embarrassment, glaring at him. He stepped closer and took the box with ease, then placed it on the counter. 

“Anything else, baby?” Oh that little (well, not so little) shit.

“How about you take the measuring cups and spoons?” You answered, taking the rest of the ingredients off of the shelf. Then, you looked into the fridge to grab the milk, eggs, and butter. You placed the items onto the granite countertop along with the rest. 

Eijiro held the measuring tools in his massive hands. He put it down on the counter as well and grabbed a bowl.

You mixed all the ingredients and when the mixture was ready, you kneeled down to get a pan and put it on the stove. You started cooking the pancakes, a sweet scent of vanilla wafted through your nostrils. 

Your redhead husband watched you do all the work and pouted. “Wasn’t I supposed to be the one to make you breakfast?” He whined, wrapping his massive muscular arms around your waist and hugging it. 

You chuckled. “It’s too late for that now. How about you cook some bacon and eggs? I’m sure you’d love extra toppings on your pancakes,” You told him, flipping the pancake. One side was a perfect golden brown. 

His eyes lit up. “Great idea!” He went ahead to grab the eggs and bacon and started cooking alongside you. Sizzling came from his pan as he laid the bacon on it to cook and a savory meaty smell mixed with the sweet vanilla. He glanced at you for a moment. 

“So how’s Rocky?” He asked, a smile gracing his face, probably reminiscing the time you sent him pictures of the pet rock. He thought it was adorable how you managed to make it look like him. 

“Rocky?” You raised your eyebrow, an amused glint in your eye. The first pancake was finished so you put it on a plate. One down, 19 left to go. 

“Yeah, you haven’t given him a name yet so I just called him Rocky,” Eijiro shrugged and replied, flipping the bacon. 

You snickered lightly. “That sounds like a name an 8 year old child would give to their pet rock.” You poured more of the mixture into the pan, creating a second pancake. 

“Well maybe when we get our 8 year old a pet rock, we can see for ourselves,” He rebutted, placing the bacon on the plate that sat on his side of the counter. He replaced it with more pieces of bacon. 

Your eyes widened and your face expression was basically that surprised pikachu meme at that moment. “I- Uh- Is that a promise?” You stammered, then panicked when you realized one side of the pancake was about to burn and flipped it. 

He winked at you from the side. “Of course, we’ve been married for a while. If you wanna get kids, we could give him or her Rocky one day.” He said, placing the finished bacon pieces onto his plate and then starting to cook the eggs. 

You pecked his cheek. “That sounds wonderful.” 

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Once you two finished cooking, you set the table and he served the plates, carrying all of them with such ease that it was unfair. He placed the plates down onto the table, sitting down beside you with a grin. 

“This looks great! I’m proud of us,” He spoke as he placed even more toppings on his stack of pancakes until it looked like a mountain of breakfast foods. You put your own preferred toppings on your stack and both of you dug into your meals. A symphony of flavors graced your mouth and you gave a blissful sigh, satisfied with the result of your cooking. 

“So, baby,” Eijiro spoke up, making you turn to him in question. 

“Hm?” You hummed, some food still in your mouth. 

“I had this idea that we could do after breakfast,” He swallowed the piece of bacon that he was chewing. “How about we make a pet rock version of you? I hate to leave you alone, so we should give Rocky a lil partner.”

You also swallowed the piece of pancake in your mouth and grinned. “That sounds so cute, Ei. I love that idea. Let’s do it!” You told him. It should be easy to do, at least considerably easier to do than when you created Rocky since you didn’t exactly have a type of hair like his, nor did you have sharp teeth. You still had some materials for it and all you had to do was find another rock in your shared yard. 

He nodded and started scarfing down his breakfast, eager to do this with you. After you two had consumed your meals, you went to the living room. You had the arts and crafts materials and he grabbed a cute rock from outside and washed it. 

“How about I make it since you were the one that made Rocky? Think of it as like painting your portrait,” Your husband offered, taking the materials from your hands. 

“Pft, paint me like one of your rock girls,” You giggled at your own joke. 

He also chuckled at it, finding himself amused by your sense of humor. He put down the materials on the coffee table in front of you and picked up the rock. He started working on making your hair, cutting up smaller strands of yarn to create it. The yarn looked like a mere strand of literal hair in his massive hands. Fortunately, he managed to be careful with it. Honestly, he could easily crush your skull with one hand if he tried to. 

Then, he plugged in the glue gun into the socket nearby and used it to glue in the yarn wig onto the top of the rock’s head, making sure each strand was in the correct position. Once that was finished, he glanced at the rhinestones and seemed to ponder something for a moment. 

“Do you still have any leftover swarovski crystals?” He asked. 

You looked up and tilted your head in question. “Well, yeah but wouldn’t you want to just use the rhinestones here?” You responded. 

He sheepishly smiled, glancing at you. “It’s just that… when I think of your eyes, I feel that they’re sparklier than regular rhinestones. And you told me Swarovski crystals have extra sparkles in them.”

Pink dusted your cheeks and you internally swooned. He’s just too cute. You rushed to go find the crystals and quickly came back, handing it to him. 

“These are perfect!” Eijiro’s eyes lit up when he looked at the crystals. He picked out two of them that matched your eyes and glued it to the rock, positioning it correctly. Then, he gently put down the rock on the coffee table and grabbed the pink felt paper, as well as the scissors. He cut the felt so that it would form tiny lips and glued them to the rock. 

Once he was satisfied with the result, he turned it around so it would face you. “Here,” He said with a grin on his pearly whites. 

You gaped. “Aw, that’s adorable, Ei! I love her!” You squealed, taking it into your hands and gazing upon its sparkling crystals for eyes. 

“You think our future children would like her?” Your husband asked. 

“Absolutely.” You put down the pet rock beside Rocky and wrapped your arms around him in a tight hug. 

“I’m so glad you’re finally here, Ei. I’ve missed hanging out with you like this so much.” 

“And I’m happy to be here with you too, baby.” His smile turned into one of fondness for his dear wife. “I’m so sorry that I’ve been so busy lately. It’s really unmanly to leave my wife alone so often. But I promise that I’ll be taking a vacation soon and we can spend more time together and travel to a nice island.”

You leaned into his warm and firm chest, closing your eyes and breathed in his musk. His presence comforted you, lulling you to sleep. “I’d like that a lot,” You whispered as your consciousness faded to darkness, falling asleep to the sound of his heartbeat. 

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.

liar liar | bakugou katsuki

Rated: M

Words: 9.4K

Pairing: katsuki bakugou x fem!reader

Summary: Of all the things he’s experienced working as a Pro Hero, Bakugou never expected his dick getting too big to ever be a problem, let alone one in his top ten.

Bakugou is hit with a strange quirk. You reap the benefits.

AN: This fic is 50% crack and 50% raunchy smut. I have zero explanations for this. Also big thanks to @lady-bakuhoe for ranting with me once about the fandoms weird level of hatred towards Bakugou, thus inspiring me to write something for him. I’m so sorry it was this.

Warnings: smut, language, oral sex (m receiving), dom/sub undertones, rough sex, degradation, spanking, choking, inappropriate use of quirks

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Of all the things he’s experienced working as a Pro Hero, Bakugou never expected his dick getting too big to ever be a problem, let alone one in his top ten.

Kirishima glances at him out of the corner of his eye as they step into Bakugou’s office, red eyes narrowing in concern as he sees Bakugou’s gritted teeth and clenched fists. “Are you sure you’re okay, bro?” he asks, a little hesitant.

“I’m fine,” Bakugou practically snarls between his teeth. Fuck. The tingling sensation starts in his gut, heat spreading through his limbs, and he nearly swears aloud as the sensation shifts to his dick, his boxer-briefs getting uncomfortably tighter. Shit, he’s probably up to at least another inch by now. Thank god his pants are baggy.

Unfortunately, Kirishima isn’t so easily convinced. Brows furrowing, he looks Bakugou over slowly, searching for any lasting effects from their earlier scuffle with a few low rank villains. “You’ve been acting kind of… strange,” he settles on after an awkward beat of silence, “since you got hit by that quirk. You know, you probably should have gone to a—”

“I said I’m—” Bakugou cuts himself off as that tingle comes back. “I’ll be fine,” he corrects himself. The tingle goes away, and he almost groans in relief as his dick returns to its normal size. “Drop it, Kirishima.”

Kirishima holds his hands up in front of him, placating his huffy friend. “Okay, okay. I get it.” He backs off, still eyeing Bakugou warily as he pulls his phone from his pocket. He glances at the time. “Look, man, I gotta go. I have a date in twenty, and she’s gonna kill me if I’m late again.” His smile is apologetic, but exhausted.

“Whatever.” Bakugou tosses off one of his gauntlets, letting it clatter against the floor noisily. Breathing slowly through his nose, he peels off his mask as well, setting it down on his desk. It’s fine. Everything is fine. He can handle this. It’s just a really fucking annoying quirk that’ll probably go away on it’s own by the end of the day.

Another tingle stirs in his gut, and then his underwear tightens again.

Fuck. He can’t even lie to himself.

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