Ok, Hi!! 1st Of All I'm Quiet New To Your Blog And I LOVE Your Works Already!!... You Are Amazing!

Ok, Hi!! 1st of all I'm quiet new to your blog and i LOVE your works already!!... You are amazing!

Now, i had this thought at 3am, and i saw your requests are open and then thought you might do something with it... so here it is...

Bakugou in his 3rd year at UA, walking down the halls with bakusquad one day... They're talking about Kaminari having a lot of crushes or something like that... Then somehow someone asked Bakugou if he ever had a crush on someone... And he is like usual saying he doesn't have time for sh*ts like these and yada yada... But then suddenly reader walks by with her friend and does the classic hair flip, AND Bakugou.exe stoped working... And a few weeks latter the squad is teasing him cause he is in love...

Sorry if its too much... Its ok if you don't like it... I just wanted to share my thoughts... Anyway, have a good day/night...

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This was so cute 🥺 thank you for sharing! I’m sorry it’s short :( I hope you enjoy though :)

“Ya know, shinsou isn’t so bad”

“That’s like what...” Kirishima though a moment “the third person today you said you liked”

“Get a damn life dunce face” Bakugou grumbled

“What? Jealous no one likes in that way Bakugou?” Kamanari shot back, ready to get beaten

The blond shot him a glare, surprisingly keeping his cool and just going back to stare ahead. What ever, he didn’t need anyone, when he becomes number one, he’ll have plenty of women falling for him. Yeah.

“Speaking of which” the red brought up “have you even ever had a crush Bakubro?”

He rolled his eyes “don’t have time for some lovey dovy shit shitty hair, why the hell would I waste my time going after some chick when I can be training? Hah?”

“Jeez man, I was just wondering-“

“Well stop wondering damn it. It’s non of your business anyway- ay.....”

Suddenly his voice faded, eyes taking in her form as she walked down the hall. Shinsou was close by, the girl next to him handing him her stuff as they strolled, taking her goggles in her mouth and beginning to put up her hair. Her hips swayed nicely, entrancing bakugou while she nodded her head down and swiftly put it in a messy bun, sliding her goggles back on. Everything seemed to just slow down, her (e/c) flickering up toward his own, UA jumper tied and low on her hips, tank top hugging her every curve as she didn’t look away from him, taking her things back from the purple headed boy. He felt himself blush at her stare, even more so when he watched her eyes trail down and back up his body, a small smile forming on her lips as she passed.

Bakugou felt his heart jump, breath hitching and a breath being let out he didn’t know he was holding. His friends didn’t miss it, I mean, the boy literally stopped in the hallway. The pair watched their friend mindlessly turn around and continued to watch you as you turned the corner and into the support workshop.

“Yo...” Kamanari whispered to his friend “I think we just witnessed love at first sight”

The red nodded by him, going to put a hand on bakugou’s shoulder and break him of his trance “Bakubro? Man? You good?”

He whippped around, blush still evident on his face as he tried to hide it “I’m just fine!” He shouted, voice coming out uncharacteristically shaky, making him stutter more, causing the other boys to laugh.

“Yo, if I would have known you would have eyes for (y/n)-Chan, I would have gotten with shinsou already so we could do a double date!” Kamanari smiled encouragingly

“I don’t!- just- AH FUCK YOU DUNCE FACE”

“At least she looked back at him!” Kamanari exclaimed

“Um...” kirishima went closer to bakugou “maybe because he has a pen mark on his face from when Mina threw her pen at him”

And as he said, a giant mark was across his face that the boys didn’t bother to bring up, making the blond just lose it “WHAT-“

—

“Oi”

You turned to see backugou...again. For the third time this week with his gauntlets.

He walked into your shop, throwing his gauntlet on the work table “it not working”

“Again?” you questioned, taking it and scooting it closer to you as you inspected it “it...looks fine to me. Let me open it up and give it a better look” as a support student, you had to be like a doctor, you had to take every patients word for it. So even if it was minor, it could cause a big problem. It was weird though, all this seemed to start this week.

...

Bakugou could hear the giggles from outside the hall.

“So this is her?” Mina giggled, looking into the room window of the cracked door “she’s cute, does she like him back?”

“We don’t know, but this has been everyday for the last week! Coming in about changes or fixes!”

“Yeah! Today I literally saw him blow up his own Gauntlet with his quirk”

“So he’s doing this on purpose you think?” Sero asked

“Oh definitely” the two answered in unison

...

“Bakugou-kun...” you said, taking a wet cloth and whipping off the soot and showing him the now dirty cloth “that’s it, everything looked fine, just needed to be cleaned. Though, if you want I can add padding, I would not only help build up sweat but it shouldn’t leave marks on your arms now.”

Bakugou nodded “what ever, how longs that gonna take?”

“Just a few minutes, you can wait or I can’t deliver them to you”

He tched, sitting in the chair by your desk “I’ll just wait shitty woman” he said with a light blush

...

“PFFFTTT HE HAS IT SO BADDDDDD” Sero exclaimed

“POOR (Y/N)!” Mina laughed

Greater Good  Chapter 2 : Touch my hand

Dean x Reader? Sam x Reader ?

Serie Summary :

          There is a prophecy.

When Lucifer’s true vessel will find his one true love, it will tilt the world’s scales on the side of good and light. The balance that this love will bring, is to be the start of a new era, where evil will be weakened for the first time in centuries.

          When the Winchesters find out about this, they decide this is the opportunity of their life, the only way to make a difference once and for all. And now they have a way to find this girl, things should be easy, right ?

          What happens when the prophetic girl doesn’t fall in love with Sam ?

Serie General Warnings : Violence, swearing, ANGST, Fluff, SMUT, and maybe other stuffs (Cheating and Secrets ?). I don’t want to spoil, I will give more details in each chapters. Please be 18+

Chapter Warning : Swearing, talk of sex work.

WC : around 5.4k

Note : This is my rewrite of my story. I hope you like it, I can’t wait to finish this one because it is dear to my heart. For those who already read this back then, it won’t be long until we reach the new chapters.

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“Come on, Rowena !” Dean says with an annoyed tone.

He kicks in a little rock and looks back at the motel room door where Sam must be showering by now.

It’s dark and the parking lot isn’t more interesting than the motel room, but he needed to get away from his brother for a few minutes, and the heat of summer is even worse in there.

“We spent two days in this crappy town already, no signs of the damn girl… Are you sure we just have to follow Sam’s intuition ? Can’t you try a localization spell again ?”

“I’m sorry Dean” the witch states. “It seems that my localization spells aren’t working when it comes to her. I have no idea why, maybe Sam doesn’t want to find her…”

“Of course he doesn’t want to find her” the hunter rolls his eyes. “One true love, Rowena ? Shit, what does that even mean ? The poor guy is freaking out.”

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More Than Seven: Midoriya!

A bnharem collab

Masterlist and Intro <-

All characters 18+

Deku?! x reader

Warnings: Sexy time, Mystery? Easy to solve tho, hair pulling, ass smackin’, cum filling, long shit…. You may have questions… X’D I really like this one!               Your brows furrowed when you opened the box. At first you had seen nothing but a gradient of green gift paper. But when you pressed down on the material you found that there was something firm beneath the wrap. When you dug through it you pulled up a book… ‘The Count of Monte Cristo’ by Alexandre Dumas. 

“How curious.” You mumbled as you turned the front cover. It was then that your eyes caught sight of the note written on the inside cover. The writing wasn’t the neatest you’ve ever seen but it was legible and that was all that mattered. 

‘I hope you enjoy this book on your travels. There is a train ticket at the back of this book. The train departure time is written on it. There are also snacks in the second box. I know the journey here may be long but I promise to make it worth your while. When you arrive in Kyoto there should be a man there waiting to take you the rest of the way. I hope to see you soon.’ 

You pupils were blown wide when you saw how far you’d have to travel. However this person had just paid for an impromptu vacation. And as you packed for the trip you didn’t feel that it was weird since you assumed that the other person wanted to be as discreet about this as possible. You received the second box the next day; the day of your departure. 

You grinned like a fool when you noticed that some of the treats in the box were your favorite goodies, some you grimaced at, But you weren’t all too bothered since this person didn’t know you and had included a wide variety. ‘At least they were thoughtful’ You mused, choosing the ones you’d take with you. 

You weren’t really worried about who you would meet since the ‘program’ made you fill out a bunch of information and promised to match you up with someone that wasn’t a wanted criminal, a kidnapper and/or dangerous. You were actually content that they had required tests from all applicants. You were glad that it had been so thorough quelling your thought that it might have been a hoax. 

The taxi taking you to the train station was late and you considered staying due to the butterflies in your tummy; ‘what if they were-’ Your mind ran wild with theories and speculations but the honking of the annoyed taxi driver was enough to get you to move. The commute was silent save for the radio playing the news. Another story about heroes saving people and being injured; the norm in Japan, and everywhere else in this superhuman world. 

You were scrolling through your phone as you waited for the train to arrive. A sudden update for an article peeked your interest  but at the same time the train had arrived. You slipped the device into your pocket and boarded. When you sat down you were going to go back to read the news but you saw the book peek out of your bag and decided to indulge in some reading….

As your mind took in the words and story you couldn’t help but feel conflicted. The plot was interesting but the actions of the character left you juxtaposed. You didn’t want to dwell on the heavy undertones of the book and continued reading till the train brought you to your destination. Your limbs were stiff so you reveled in the stretch you got when you went out to look for the man who was to take you to your mystery person’s location. 

A large man called you out in a deep baritone and motioned verified that he was to drive you to his employers mountain view home… It was in the middle of nowhere… And you were beginning to feel creeped out by the copious amount of trees infesting your sight for miles. Had it not been for the man making light conversation your worry would have gotten the best of you. 

“He’s a bit of an oddball but he isn’t so bad. Easy on the eyes too.” He reassured when you had asked. “Don’t be too worried he’s a good man, gave someone scary like me an opportunity to work.”

You smiled at that feeling much more relieved. You continued to make talk with the scarred faced man. When you had finally arrived at the traditional house you were in awe. 

“Close your mouth (Name), the flies here might think you’re giving them an invitation.” He chuckled. 

“Ha ha ha.” You rolled your eyes playfully. “Thank you again Mr. S” 

“Not a problem.” He grinned. And you waved him off thinking it was a bit strange that he had a mask covering his eyes. You didn’t comment on it out of respect but it was still curious… You were stalling. But a drop splashing against your head was enough to make you move. You didn’t want to be wet before you even had the chance to ask his name… The note said not to bother with knocking and to come right in and you did. Surprised that one would leave the door unlocked.

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FIVE | IN A BLINK

summary → L/N F/N IS A bright student standing in-front of her dream school, waiting for the exams that will change her life forever

pairing → bakugou katsuki x fem!reader

status → ongoing

masterlist → previous | next

STANDING IN A GROUP on part of the schools training grounds, you turn your attention to the boy who seems to desperately trying to figure you out, “Hi, I’m L/N.” you say, taking the first step. 

As he obviously is not going to as he just keeps glancing at you. Like you are supposed to act like you don’t feel a set of eyes boring into the side of your face. Having his eyes connect with your, you can’t help but smile at how the bright red eyes pull you in. Such a pretty eyes. Wait, what?

“Tch.”

Blinking at the reaction, you nod, competently being snapped out of the trance. Now seeing how pissed off he looks, even though it does not seem to be at you, he still is, “Okay…” you trail off, turning back to the communal conversation.

“But orientation, we are going to miss it.” a girl calls out, “If you really want to make the big leagues you can’t waste time at pointless ceremonies.” Aizawa-sensei says bursting her bubble, “Here at UA we are not tethered to traditions.”

Which reminds you of how [ B/N ] told you how unlike many other schools U.A.’s curriculum various from homeroom- teacher to teacher. This must be Aizawa-sensei version.

“That means I get to run my class however I see fit.”

“You have been taking standardised tests most of your lives.” he starts, holding up the phone up with the various activities, “But you have never been able to use your quirks in physical exams before.” you could already guess where this was going.

Clicking the screen to black, he pockets his phone, “The county is still trying to pretend like we are all created equal by not letting those with the most power excel. It is not rational,” he denies, “One day the ministry of education will learn.”

Sighing his eyes fall on to someone in the group, it is kinda hard to tell with how his hair covers most of his eyes, “Bakugou you managed to get the most points at the entrance exam. What was your father’s distance throw with a softball when you were in junior high?”

“Sixty-seven meters,” he says fast, “I think.” he adds. Looking around himself, trying to make it sound like not a big deal, which smells like BS.

“Right, try doing it with your quirk.”

Moving into the painted circle on the floor, Aizawa hands him a ball, “Anything goes, as long as you stay in the circle.” he tells Bakugou as he motions all of us to take a step back, “Go, on. You are wasting our time.” as he just stands there.

A soft snore leaves you as you quickly slap your hand over your face to cover the sound, “Alright man you asked for it.” he says bitterly, stretching out weirdly as he gets ready to throw.

Getting ready, he let’s out a hard battle cry of ‘die’ followed by a massive explosion. Successfully making your eyes widen at the flashy quirk.

“All of you need to know your maximum capabilities. It is your rational way of figuring out your potential as a pro-hero.” Aizawa-sensei says, holding up his phone to show how far he has thrown. Seven-hundred and five meters. 

“Wow, 705 meters are you kidding me?” Kaminari voices, “I want to go, that looks like fun!” a familiar pink lady, “This is what I’m talking about, using our quirks as much as we want.” a boy you aren’t familiar with, yet, calls out happily.

The hum of your teacher at the words of your peers makes it almost clear that he is amused by our nativity, “So, this looks fun, huh?” confirming your first thought, his tone makes it seem like it will not be fun, not in the slightest, not at all.

“You have three years to become a hero. You think it is all gonna be games and playtime?” he asks, not really but hypothetically, “Idiots, today you will compete in eight physical tests to gage your potential.” 

“Whoever comes in last has none.” Harsh.

“And will be expelled immediately.” Even harsher, you think.

“Like I said; I get to decide how this class runs, if you got a problem you can head home right now.” he says, waiting for anyone to leave or say something else, “You can’t send one of us home. I mean, we just got here. Even if it wasn’t the first day that isn’t fair.” the brunette girl calls out.

She does have a point, but life isn’t really fair either.

“And you think natural disasters are?” your new teacher questions. Making a small spark come to you. Knowing you and your teacher will get along just fine.

“Or power-hungry villains? Or catastrophic accidents that wipe out whole cities?” he fires at her. Shaking his head at the young girl, “No, the world is full of unfairness. It is a heroes job to combat that. If you want to be a pro you have to push yourselves to the brink. For the next three years, U.A. will throw one terrible hardship after another at you.” Aizawa-sensei tells her and with extension all of us.

“So, go beyond plus ultra. Show me it is not an accident you are here.” he says, offering some optimism in our pessimistic society, “Now then, we are just wasting time by talking. Let the games begin.”

50 METER DASH

“[ L/N ].” your teacher calls out. Letting it be known that he knows your name, most likely all of our names, “How long did the 50-meter dash take you in junior high?” 

Thinking back to your last fifty-meter dash you tilt your head, “Three to four seconds give or take.” you say, getting some raised brows at the assumption you can run ten meters in less than a second.

“Stand ready,” he says, offering an arm up. Taking a couple steps closer, you glance at him for a sign to start, “when you’re ready. The sensor will take your time.”

Nodding, you shake your legs out. Taking a deep breath, your eyes start to glow for anyone in your sense of time. Looking around, you see them in slow-mo. Focusing back on the task you run down the lane, stepping over the stripe.

Letting the world run your course of speed again, yet. Turning back to your peers, the board blinks your results, “One-tenth of a second.” he announces.

Making brows raise for very different reasons now. Getting various of; “What?” , “Impossible.” , “That was so cool!” , “So fast!”

Chopping taking your attention, “How did you do that?” Iida question, pushing his glasses back. Rubbing my neck I smiled awkwardly at the surprised faces, as I make my way back to the group, “It’s my quirk, it allows me to run at supersonic speed, while staying maintaining my movements and brain processing. And obviously, it stays in an account that I won’t kill myself with the pressure.”

“Was that even a language?” Kaminari asks me confused, “I am really fast.”

Making multiple peers nod in understanding at the simplistic explanation. As Iida stops his abuse on the air, “I still have a lot to learn.” you deny, not quite as fast as you know you might be able to. Being able to go to march one while you know you can at least get to march two.

“You are just at the start of your journey, I am very confident U.A. will harness your abilities.”

“Oh, uh, thank you.” you say, rubbing your hands together, “Are you two done or should we praise L/N some more?” Aizawa-sensei cuts through. Making you slap your cheeks at the call out. 

But, obviously, it did not end there. This was just the first part, of an eight-part competition. 

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College professor Bakugo lives rent free in my head sometimes

Tw: power imbalance I guess?, professor x student

He’s probably the strictest hardest professor you’ll ever have and oh boy when you go to him for “extra credit” you’re going to work for it

Like you go to his office after you fail an exam asking what you can do to raise your grade and the ploy is so obvious, you take off your sweater and your shirt is so think he can very clearly see the lacey bra underneath and just so happens today is the day you decided to wear a skirt too bad it stopped close to the top of your thighs

Worse part is, he knows you’re smart enough to pass his class with flying colors. But if you want to play dumb that’s exactly how he’s going to treat you.

“You could’ve just studied but you’d rather be spread out on my desk wouldn’t you?” Professor Bakugo will flip you every single way he knows. May keep you under his desk with his cock stuffed in your mouth during his other lectures and you better not make a sound. Counts the amount of questions you get wrong in his class and edges you for a set amount of time for each wrong answer.

He catches you in the dining hall talking to some empty headed athlete? Fine. Extra tutoring hours so he can remind you that he’s the only one who can make you cum this many times.

FOUR | THE START OF SOMETHING NEW

summary → L/N F/N IS A bright student standing in-front of her dream school, waiting for the exams that will change her life forever

pairing → bakugou katsuki x fem!reader

status → ongoing

masterlist → previous | next

HALTING IN FRONT OF the massive school, you take a deep breath. Unable to suppress the smile from forming on your face.

“Hey, point stealer.”

Turning your gaze from the building to the voice. A smile on a yellow-haired boy with a lighting bolt dyed in his hair, “You were just too slow.” you smile at him. Passing you, he walks up the steps, turning back as you don’t follow, “Are you coming?”

Blinking you nod, taking a few quick steps. Standing straight again, “Yeah, I’m [ L/N ].” you tell him.

“Kaminari Denki, here.” he winks, smiling cheekily at you. Making you feel a lot less nervous, “The school is huge!” he calls out, as we move through the building.

“Why are the doors so big?” he asks back, “Maybe there are very tall students.” you offer, very much so aware that there are people with mutation quirks that makes some very tall.

Sliding the door open, you make your way into the class room. There aren’t a lot of students yet. What is enough of is an authorial voice, “Take your feet off this desk now. You are already disrespecting this academy.” a vaguely recognisable boy say punctuating his statement by chopping the air as at spiky blond has his feet on the table, whom does not seem to care about his comment at all.

“You are kidding me, right? You old school put a stick up your ass, or were you born with it?” two things were confirmed by his response. One, he indeed does not give a shit. And, two, he has a really nice voice.

Tilting your head you glance back at the blue-haired boy, it finally clicking where you remember him from. That’s four eyes who roasted the shit out of the fanboy. Moving to the two boys, you smiled at him, “Hey, I saw you at the entrance exam.” 

Effectively stopping his chopping, looking up to you he pushes his glasses up his nose, “I’m [L/N].” you introduce yourself, setting your bag onto a desk.

“Iida Tenya, from Soumei Private Academy.” he bows, bowing back at him. Before standing straight again, “Soumei, huh? So, you must think you’re better than me? I’m going to have fun tearing you a new one.” the blond declares, making mental gymnastics that even your can’t follow.

Making Iida gasp as he takes a step back, “You would threaten me? Your own classmate? Are you sure you’re in the right place?” he questiones.

Blinking at the interaction, you look at the boy, “Well, it is nice to meet you. I went to Oda Mikio.” you wave off, not wanting to dread on what your school was known for, “It was so funny with the lights and the roasting. It was hilarious.”

“The roasting?” 

“Yeah, about the boy who kept muttering. Chubby cheeks, green hair, fanboying over Present Mic.” you say, trying to jog his memory. Making the boy nodded, “It was fair criticism to have for the number one heroic academy. But he saw something I did not, he is far more superior student than me.”

“If you say so.” you shrug taking your seat. Not quite sure what he is going on about. More people trickle in as time goes on, “You went to Oda Mikio?”

Glancing back at the stunning purple-haired girl. Catching the cool ear phone jacks ears loops, as you nod, “Aren’t you suppose to go to Hashimoto Daiki Private High then?” she asks, which says enough about how much your school reputation follows.

Before you could even answer, Iida moved to the door chopping his arm as he declares to the green-haired muttering fanboy, Midoriya that he is superior. While a girl gets the same boy all flustered by simply speaking to him.

“If you are just here to make friend you can pack up your stuff now.” an extra voice says from the hallway. Making your brows furrow at the lack of body, until they drop down to a bright yellow sleeping bag.

Gaining everyone’s attention at the sudden interruption of the flow, “Welcome to U.A.’s hero course.” he announces, taking a sip from what seems to be a juice box. 

“It took eight seconds for you all to shut up, that is not going to work. Time is precious, rational students would understand that.” he continues, stepping out of the bag as he looks over the class.

Furrowing your brows you look over the older man trying to figure out who he is. If he works here he must be a pro hero, “Hello, I am Aizawa Shota, your teacher.”

“Right, let’s get to it.” he continues, not skipping a beat as he pulls out a gym uniform for his mobile bed. How many things does he have in there?

“Put these on, and head outside.”

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