Breeding HC’s 2

I love fanfic authors. I read a fic once and the author said they had a friend who is a real nuclear physicist teach them all about this radioactive compound and how it reacts with different materials so that their fic could be accurate. It was smut.

BNHA thirst masterlist:

1A Students:

Izuku

Puppy Hybrid Izuku

Izuku + Oral headcanon

Izuku fluff from 1000 Followers Event

Tiny Izuku doodle from 1000 Followers Event

Izuki manga panel edits

Shoto

Fucking at his Dads House

Shoto smut from 1000 Followers Event

Bakugou

Stepson Bakugou + Spanking + Stepfather

Angst from 500 Followers Event

Kirishima

Dog Hybrid Kirishima + Kitty Hybrid Reader

Kirishima Dialogue Smut from 1000 Followers Event

Tiny Kiri doodle from 1000 Followers Event

Kirishima + Oral Fixation

Denki

Pegging Denki

Denki + Pegging + Fleshlight

Tenya

Tenya + Bondage

Tenya smut from 1000 Followers Event

Tenya-nii + Bath Sex

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Other Students:

Mirio

Virgin Mirio thirst reblog

Mirio + Sadism + Voyeurism

Little brother Mirio discord thirsts

Bull Mirio (art)

Shinsou

Angst from 500 Followers Event

Shinsou + Mommy Kink

Mechanic Shinsou

Tiny Shinsou doodle from 1000 Followers Event

Shinsou Smut Dialogue from 1000 Followers Event

Yo Shindo

Shindo + Rimming

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Heroes:

All Might

All Might + Cockwarming

Hawks

Masochistic Keigo-nii

Keigo + Thighfucking

Endeavor

Enji + “Bring Your Kid To Work Day”

“Take him Home” Enji + Male Reader Intern

Present Mic

Angst from 500 Followers Event

Ingenium - Tensei Iida

Tensei smut from 1000 Followers Event

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Villains:

Dabi

Pegging Dabi

Dabi and Spit + Cum play

Smut from 500 Followers Event

Dabi + Spanking + Blood Play

Big bro Dabi + Piss/Wetting

Shigaraki

Shigaraki + Pegging

Rimming Shigaraki

Shigaraki + Pegging + Crying

Giran

Fluff from 500 Followers Event

Overhaul

Kai Chisaki Dialogue Smut from 1000 Followers Event

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Others:

Natsuo

Gyno + Natsuo

Natsuo Dialogue Smut from 1000 Followers Event

Touya

Cat boy! Touya

Touya + Mommy Kink

.｡❅*⋆⛄ 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐦𝐚𝐧 & 𝐦𝐞 ⛄⋆*❅｡.

❅ 𝐚 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐲𝐚-𝐧𝐢𝐢 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ❅

Rei’s family owns a cabin, nestled in the Gifu mountains just outside of Shirakawa-go, though October was the first you had ever heard of it, sat around your parents dinner table for your monthly meal together with your step-siblings, minus Touya. The Todoroki’s sound almost sad as they discuss it, reminiscing with a type of despondent nostalgia in their eyes.

You can only assume this is due to the now painful memories it must hold—memories of a time long past, memories of a time better off forgotten. Touya refuses to talk about it, but from what you were able to gather, going up to it for Christmas used to be a family tradition, before the divorce, before Touya’s accident.

He wasn’t the slightest bit happy when you told him about it—about Rei’s plans to celebrate Christmas there once again, as a family—the night he picked you up after the dinner had ended. His blood siblings had seemed cautiously optimistic, though, and Rei had seemed genuinely excited, both reactions igniting a soft, excited flutter in your belly, which Touya nearly crushes a moment later, when he firmly tells you that you’re not going.

❅ 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞 ❅

i want you to know that i’m never leaving

❅ 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐰𝐨 ❅

cause i’m mrs. snow, til death we’ll be freezing

❅ 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 ❅

you are my home, my home for all seasons

❅ 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 ❅

let’s go below zero and hide from the sun

❅ 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 ❅

let’s hit the north pole and live happily

Yay! Askbox is open! How about a scenario where Hawks and his gf attend a hero party but they keep getting pulled away from each other by friends and associates to chat and stuff and he really wants to spend time with her and can't really focus on any conversations he's caught up in because his glances and attention are all focuses on her but they finally get to slow dance together & everyone thinks they're adorable

Hawks/F!Reader: Alone Together

Word count: 1016

Warnings: none, this is pure fluff!

Before he'd met ____, Hawks had always viewed parties like this with distaste. It was really just more work disguised as fun, with the countless schmoozers to butter up and sources of information to pump for the Hero Safety Commission. But now that he had someone to bring to these events, he could enjoy a little break and actually have some real fun for a change. He pretended to listen to what one of the other guests was talking about while he had his arm wrapped around ____’s waist and rubbed circles into her hip with his thumb. Thankfully the other guy didn’t talk for much longer and excused himself to get a drink. Now that they were alone, Hawks saw her smile up at him. “What’s got you smirking, chickadee?”

____ shrugged. “Aside from getting to be on the arm of my favorite guy, enjoying a night out, and having a ton of free rich-people food? Not much,” she replied. 

Hawks laughed. “Think they’ll notice you trying to sneak some stuff into your purse?”

“Hope not, since I’ve got a bag full of those mini-quiches in here.” She patted the top of her purse and winked. “I can grab some of those chicken kebab things you were scarfing down too, if you want--”

An older woman in an elegant gown interrupted ___ with a well-manicured hand on her shoulder. “Oh, ____! There’s a Hero here you have to meet,” she gushed, quickly giving a little nod of greeting to Hawks. “She’s the one I was telling you about, the former contortionist in the circus? Here, I’ll introduce you…” The woman took ____’s hand and marched over to the other side of the room where a lithe-looking woman in a sleek black suit was nursing a glass of champagne, leaving Hawks alone. He was quickly dragged into a conversation by a big-name fashion designer who went on and on about how he'd love to work with Hawks either for a new Hero suit or just for a magazine shoot. 

A few minutes passed by, but every time Hawks tried to edge his way around the room to ____, either she or he would be pulled into a new conversation that they were only half-participating in. Hawks was used to hiding his boredom and irritation at these parties, but a keen eye would pick up on the way his feathers stayed ruffled and stiffened more whenever someone else blocked him from getting to ____. He was about to pretend he had to use the restroom just to try and text her to maybe fake a work emergency so they could get home, when suddenly he felt a warm hand on his shoulder. He turned around, already about to plaster on his "I'm totally listening" face again when he saw ____ standing right in front of him.

"Oh my God, why does everyone have to talk to us," she breathed. "Seriously, I should take a sip of champagne every time one of them goes 'oooh, you're so lucky to be with the #2 Hero!' or asking for me to shill their business to you for 'em."

Hawks took her hand to keep himself from losing her and made his way to the dance floor where couples were swaying elegantly to the string quartet playing nearby. "Well, they won't try to break us up here," he offered, pulling her closer and putting an arm around her waist. "Mind if I have this dance?"

____ rested one hand on his forearm while clasping his other hand, and the two of them began to dance together. "Your funeral," ____ replied with a shy smile. "I'm just copying what I've seen on TV shows where couples dance right now." 

Hawks laughed. "You're doing just fine," he assured, closing his wings a bit as they danced around one of the couples nearby. "But if you're too nervous, you can just stand on my feet if you want and I'll guide ya."

____ snorted. "I'm not a five year old," she retorted. "But thanks for the offer."

As the two of them danced and swayed, laughing and chatting with each other, they began to notice the crowd that had started to gather by the ballroom to fawn over them. They could hear the hushed tones of a pair of older women sighing at how "cute" they were while they danced, and a man remarked that he hadn't ever seen Hawks laugh or smile like that, even in interviews or when hanging out after work with other Heroes.

Hawks was about to joke about how even when they were alone on the floor now, they still couldn't get the spotlight off of them; he stopped when he felt ____ rest her head against his chest as the swayed together (causing another wave of "aww"s and adoring squeals from the crowd watching them), and he slowly found himself forgetting his surroundings. It was hard to tune out years of training telling him to always be alert, but ____ was always talented at making him switch from Hawks the Hero and Safety Commission's prized asset to Keigo the boyfriend. Keigo the human being.

Keigo held her a little closer and furled his wings around the two of them to give them a brief moment of privacy as they danced together. Once they were obscured, he kissed the top of ____'s forehead and felt them smile against his dress shirt. "What's that smile for, Angel?"

____ looked back up at him and kissed his cheek. "You, genius," she replied, playfully pinching his arm through his suit. "Well...that, and I was thinking about how my purse is going to smell like mini-quiches and chicken for at least a week after we get home."

The two of them laughed and continued to exchange small kisses as they danced until the song began to fade. Once the string quartet ended their performance, Hawks kissed her lips one more time before closing his wings and letting the crowd get a glimpse of the two of them again as they applauded. 

Here’s my full piece for the Ghibli charity fanzine SPIRIT! If you missed the first round, we’re reopening preorders, so be sure to grab yourself a copy :) thanks guys!!

Something wicked this way comes…

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Not A Kid

✯ pairing: hawks x reader

✯ genre: enemies-to-lovers au. expect crack

✯ summary: celeste, also known as y/l/n y/n, is the youngest pro hero to be in the top 10, at the young age of 19 she is occupying the #5 spot. she is also known for having a strong dislike for the #2 hero, who responds by irritating her even further, but what even caused her to hate him in the first place?

✯ status: completed

❥profile a | profile b

❥ part 1 - i would have slaughtered you

❥ part 2 - beauty and the beat

❥ part 2.5 - extra

❥ part 3 - my y/n senses were tingling

❥ part 4 - it’s what he deserves

❥ part 5 - a whole list

❥ part 6 - why we got the same sickness

❥ part 7 - i ain’t no foreigner

❥ part 8 - anyways,, how are you?

❥ part 9 - its a possibility indeed.

❥ part 10 - redemption arc

❥ part 11 - on my way baby

❥ part 12 - she got that yummy yummy

❥ part 13 - it’s time to commit die

❥ part 14 - you’re the baddest princess

❥ part 15 - i think that’s permanent

❥ part 16 - know your place

❥ part 17 - shut the hell your mouth

❥ part 18 - bOnk

❥ part 19 - NOOT NOOT NOOT NOOT NOOT

❥ part 20 - yo

❥ part 21 - chika dance

❥ part 22 - illness called stupidity

❥ part 23 - eyes on me

❥ part 24 - ryuk babygorl

❥ part 25 - wap

❥ part 26 - hawks route

❥ part 27 - dabi route

❥ part 28 - threesome

❥ part 29 - surprise route

alt route

Go read an old fic.

There’s such recency bias in fandom. As an author you post something, get a few reactions, and then it goes off into the bin. As a reader you check the tags, see what’s new, and move on. But a lot of old stuff is really good. It’s just sitting there, gathering dust, waiting for someone to take a peek.

So go on. Treat yourself.

Read an old fic.

These "official" Shigaraki cosplay brings me so much joy

i have the warmth of the sun within me tonight

characters: takami keigo | hawks

genre: smut n fluff

notes: this piece was written with someone specific in mind, but i wanted to share it here, too!! this is, by far, the healthiest and most wholesome piece i’ve ever posted on my blog ehehe | title cred: the warmth of the sun by the beach boys

warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, reader is extremely scared of thunderstorms, v romantic, shower sex, minimal prep, slight size difference/size kink

words: 4.6k

synopsis:

“Make it stop, Kei, please, m-make it stop, make it go away,” the words are nearly inaudible, wept into his chest and muffled by his jacket, snarled, snared, snagged on the choked sobs and gagged sniffles that scrabble and tear at your throat with their razored talons.

And even drenched, clothes sopping with rainwater, he’s still so warm, like he has liquid sun flowing through his veins, scalding waves of heat radiating off of his body and seeping into yours, cozy and consoling as it douses you, as it sinks into your skin, your bones, your soul itself and marinates there, twisting and twirling into a small ball of sunshine, of him, that sends pulsing zaps of warmth circulating through your flesh.

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