Zeus In Konoha At Night!

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Gen warnings: 18+ (minors dni ) inappropriate relationships + unequal power dynamics, large age gaps, fem reader, and varying degrees of sexual content. ( all characters + reader are over the age of 18 ) please head all warnings !

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Midoriya Izuku; 4.5 stars

Bakugō Katsuki; 2 stars

Todoroki Shōto; 4 stars

Sero Hanta; 4.5 stars

Kaminari Denki; 5 stars

Kirishima Ejirō; 4 stars

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a type ??? no . . . don’t think i have one . . .

Being inclusive with your reader insert fic is a kindness. It tells people of color (poc) that you are considering someone who does not look like you in your fic. It shows love and dedication to our craft. It tells poc that they belong here too and they can see themselves in your story.

Poc aren’t look for activism in fic, we know fandom isn’t that serious, but we should be able to have that same level of escapism when we turn to fic and fandom. We belong here too. This space is for everyone, not just one group of people.

Just to give a few examples of how simple it can be: say “skin warmed” instead of blushed, say “cradled your head” instead of running fingers through hair, say “angles yourself to kiss” instead of standing on tiptoes, use italics to indicate Spanish to take out a throwaway line of “you didn’t understand Spanish” things like that. Small changes that do not impact the fic at all but make a world of difference in inclusivity!

And for anything you can’t/don’t want to change, simply add warning in the beginning. Things like hair descriptors, anything reader might wear, some backstory for reader (especially involving family or where the story is set), readers job, things like that. A lot of times just having that heads up before the fic makes a world of difference!

And one example of kindness we as writers always worked to change: until recently (just a couple years ago) it wasn’t common to label the gender of the reader. But those who aren’t female asked writers to label it so they know which to read and which to avoid, and now it’s common to label the gender/pronouns of the reader. So it is possible! It just takes effort! And I’m a writer myself so I know it can be done!

We can pretend to be a bartender or a bounty hunter or an actress or anything else. But we shouldn’t have to imagine we’re a white one.

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Idol!OT7 x Teacher!Reader (COMPLETE)

Description: Seemingly out of the blue, y/n packs up everything to move halfway around the world to teach English in the heart of Seoul. You plan to keep your head down, work hard, and avoid anything that might let a past you would rather forget catch up with you. You aren’t expecting anything but a fresh start and a chance to breathe. Maybe that’s why you’re so reckless when a beautiful idol singer walks into your favorite cafe and strikes up a conversation, consequences be damned.

Parts (30):

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To all the people who believe property is more important than 600 hundred years of slavery and oppression of Black people.  

BAKUGO IS FINALLY SMILING.

What would Aizawa smell like???

My friend tells me he thinks Shouta would be stinky and thus Shinso would be stinky

BUT I BELIEVE SHINSO IS NOT STINKY BOI AND SMELLS LIKE LAVENDAR AND CLEAN LINEN

WHAT DO YAL THINK SHOUTA WOULD SMELL LIKE

I NEVER SAID FRIENDS

it’s your first year teaching at u.a. high school and you would be lying to say you weren’t intimidated. school is months away from starting but principal nezu has taken it upon himself to set you up for success. all of the teachers will be helping you onboard but shouta aizawa has been assigned to be your mentor. he hates this but does he hate you? yes. will he stop hating you? maybe.

pairing - shouta aizawa x gn!reader

genre - fluff, angst, humor

tws - angst, rejection, sexual comments, light mentions of violence

status - ongoing

updates - every other day @ noon CST

a/n - welcome to my first smau! this one will take place in somewhat canon u.a. but it is also present day and because ~pandemic~ all of the prep work with the teachers is going to be remote until they have to return to school in the fall. be prepared for date and time marks to be totally off so please ignore them. i am preemptively rating this a 18+ because i know there will be later bits in later parts. this will be gender neutral and will not reference specifics when it comes to y/n’s appearance. i am trying to be as inclusive as possible. quirk is also vague. there will be many parts! at least 30. i will also be having some that are post relationship so that you get some cute fluff after the build up.

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forest treasures [dragon Bakugo]

req: Can I please request a dragon! Bakugou finding reader in the middle of the forest when it’s raining & they’re lost? Please🥺🥺💜💜 I absolutely love your writing!!! I’m always so excited to read what you put out from @all-time-otaku tag list: @smol-floatyy @wholesomey-artist @moonlightsanity @dabis-azure-songbird characters are 20+. contents: fluff, dragon Bakugo, chubby!human reader, slightly (barely) suggestive, nudity. a/n: I wouldn’t be opposed to doing a spicy part 2 to this. 

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the downpour had come out of nowhere, not that it was a real issue for the dragon roaming the forest. Bakugo had walked through that forest a thousand times, knew it better than any other part of the land, so while the scents of humans and animals were washed away, he was confident in finding his way back home through the storm. the rain slid right off his back and he was able to make his way through the trees with ease. 

there was a sudden snap, a twig breaking, and heavy panting. whatever it was, its scent was blocked from his nose and his let out a big huff. though it wasn’t like whatever it was could be a big threat to him. Bakugo was a rather big dragon with sharp claws and even sharper teeth. he was feared by the nearby villages, by humans who knew better than to enter his forest. he couldn’t say he much cared for humans or anyone other than himself, though he thought that they made up ridiculous stories about beasts like himself, dragon and giants and whatever else scared them. 

he began looking around, his dragon eyes allowing him to see better at night than many other creatures. he started following the heavy breathing, stalked closer to it, until he saw what it was. from behind a few trees, he could see you, a tiny human trying to hide under the canopy of tree leaves. your hair was all wet and your cheeks were red. your clothes, soaked, clung to your full figure and kept you chilled to the bone. he could tell how cold you were, you were like one of the leaves caught in the wind just holding onto its branch for dear life. 

he made a step and you looked over, squeaking with surprise. you looked around, but he knew that you couldn’t see him. the rain clouds hid the moon and any light it would have given to you for the night. “wh-what’s out there?” 

Bakugo took some pity. your voice was scared, shivering with the cold, and you looked so pathetic. behind the cover of the trees, he shifted into his more humanoid form. his skin was like yours except covered in black scales, his red eyes taking on a more human shape, and his claws paws taking on the shape of hands with sharp nails. his feet remained the same, for the most part, becoming smaller and giving him the height of a human man. he kept his wings and his horns and his senses. 

he walked around the little circle of trees you were clinging to and approached you from behind. he reached out, putting a hand on your shoulder, and you screamed. he was quick to shut you up, clapping his other hand around your mouth and pulling you close to him. you struggled against his hold but stopped when you realized you were no longer getting rained on. 

Bakugo had spread his wings wide and used them as a pseudo shelter for you, protecting you from the cold. he slowly eased his grip off of you and you turned to look at him, but you could only really made out vermillion eyes and he knew this. 

“who are you?” you asked, voice still holding onto tinges of fear and worry. 

he scoffed and huffed, smoke puffing out of his nose. “Bakugo Katsuki.” 

no one ever said he was good at interacting with humans. he didn’t really know how to, he had never cared to before. but there was something about you that made him want to at least be a little nice. 

“stupid human girl,” he muttered and glared at you. “don’t you know this is my forest? what are you doing here after dark?” 

you meekly looked down at your feet. “I got lost, and then the storm hit and I got even more lost.” 

he tched and grabbed your forearms, pulling you into him. he was warm, radiating a natural body heat that was greater than any human’s. he pressed you close to his body and wrapped his arms around your waist, his hands hanging off your hips. he didn’t see any problem with this, took no issue if you were going to get warm, but you were stiff against him. 

he looked down at you. “what?” 

you squeaked at the edge in his voice. “a-are you naked?” 

naked? he glared at you. “I don’t wear clothes like stupid humans.” 

he could see it registering in your head, the look of realization coming to your eyes as they widened. “you’re not human?” 

“I’m a dragon, dumbass!” 

like how he lived most of his life, he made a split second decision. he suddenly picked you up princess style and held you to his chest. keeping his wings up, he protected you from the downpour. he began grumbling, as if it were an inconvenience to him. “I’ll take you to my home, you’ll dry your dumb clothes there and then you can leave when the storm passes.” 

he carried you back to his cave despite your protests that you could walk on your own. he refused to let you down, not giving you a reason as to why, and held your shivering body against his warm chest. after what felt like an hour or so, he finally set you down in the dry cave, though you had no real idea of when you’d arrived there. 

it was dark and you couldn’t see. you could hear him moving around, but didn’t know where he was or what he was doing. then, suddenly and seemingly out of nowhere, there was fire. 

he’d made up a wood pile in the middle of the cave and blew some fire onto it, lighting it for you. he could see you a lot better now, the flush of your cheeks, the colors of your clothes, the way your hair stuck to you with the water. you crawled up to the fire and sat by it, but he knew that wouldn’t do you any good. 

“you need to take those wet clothes off,” he said and walked over to you. “you’ll never get warm like that.” 

you looked up at him, taking great note of everything you could see. the sharp details of his face, the danger in his eyes, the shimmering of his scales. the one thing you tried to ignore was his blatant nudity. he was completely nude, nothing to cover him up in sight. he seemed so comfortable with it, and you didn’t understand why. you couldn’t wrap your head around this idea of casual nudity. 

as your eyes began to wander down, that was when you finally looked away from him. you knew he was right. you would only get sick if you stayed in the soaked fabrics all night. without a word, you began to pull off your clothes, laying them out flat to that they would hopefully dry quicker by the fire. then you removed your underclothes and laid those out too. 

he could smell how embarrassed you were, could see it in the way you wouldn’t look at him. you stood by the fire, arms crossed over your chest and legs closed together. you looked so fine like that, he didn’t understand the point in clothing. what was the point to covering up bodies? 

he came up behind you and wrapped his arm around you, hand pushing into your plush stomach and pulling you back into him. he sat and brought you into his lap, which made you stiffen up again. he wrapped you up in his arms and pressed his chest to your back, his head coming to rest on atop your head. “I can get your body heat up faster than that fire.”

you said nothing. you just sat there, slightly shaking and frozen in place. after a while you did begin to relax, fatigue and exhaustion catching up to you, and you snuggled into him, curling up and resting your head against his chest. you found sleep soon after that. 

Bakugo held you, hands holding onto you as you finally got warm after hours of walking through the forest and being caught in the storm. he looked down at you, wondering what was so special about you that he brought you here. he would never lead a human to him home, though he knew his hoard was safe because it was much farther back into his cave. it still struck him though, no other human had been allowed even this far. why you? he wondered. 

he fell asleep huddled over you, breathing in your scent as it revealed itself to him. you smelled like a village shop, with sage and herbs hung about in it. there was also a hint of field daisies and dirt in it. you smelled like warm days and walks in a wild filed and exploration. he liked it… 

you awoke in the grasp of the dragon, this form so very strange to you. you had never seen or heard of a dragon like this, though you had no idea he was a shifter dragon. you reached up and touched his face, finger rubbing the scales on his cheek and then running along his defined jawline. he held you so tight, his face was pinched and stern even as he slept. you could feel the tickle of his sharp nails against the rolls of your side. you rested your head on his sturdy shoulder and stared up at him, taking in the shape of his head with his horns pointing high to the ceiling of his cave home. you reached up and felt his hair, which was dry and very fluffy. you enjoyed its color and the ways it felt between your fingers, so you continued to card your hand through it. 

you were so caught up in exploring him, you failed to notice his bright vermillion eyes opening and looking down at you. he let a low rumble come from his chest and you pulled your hand away, looking at his face once more. he leaned down to meet your eyes, noses so close to touching. “I’ve made up my mind about you.” 

you didn’t move, your jaw felt stuck shut, so you just stared at him. your stomach twisted and knotted, a pit growing as you stared into his eyes. 

“I’m going to keep you,” he said, reaching up and putting his hand into your hair. “you’ll look pretty sitting on my hoard.”

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let me know if you want a part two to this because I would not be opposed to doing what. also, if you would like to be added to my taglist, comment! forest treasures pt. 2 [dragon Bakugo] <- click that link for pt. 2