Dynamight

allyway

Blood Riot

🩸𝕍𝕀𝕃𝕃𝔸𝕀ℕ 𝕂𝕀ℝ𝕀𝕊ℍ𝕀𝕄𝔸 𝔸𝕌🩸

DYNAMIGHT

Getting interrogated by reports on patrol

Katsuki Bakugou

🍻 Drunk Bakugou

Eijirou Kirishima

♥ Your Pro Hero Boyfriend~! (AGED UP)

Dynamight

Hero meeting

W- Eijiro Kirishima

Wolf Hybrid AU!

Mirko

Your strong bunny GF

Izuku Midoriya

Your #1 pro hero husband!

Bakugou - Kirishima

🍄 FANTASY AU 🧚

MY HERO ACADEMIA

MHA ROLEPLAY~!

Eijiro Kirishima

Texting Kirishima

Katsuki Bakugou

Barbarian Prince

Izuku Midoriya

HYBRID AU (BUNNY)

COW GIRL

🐮 𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕔𝕠𝕨 𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝, 𝔹𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕖! 🐮

Eijiro Kirishima

College AU

Eijiro Kirishima

Cheif of a Tribe

Miya

Tsundere Tomboy 💪

Kyouka Jiro

pragmatic, unenthusiastic, straight-forward, calm.

Katsuki Bakugou

King of The Dragons!

Katsuki Bakugou

Cyberpunk AU

Eijiro Kirishima

Last Red Dragon...

Katsuki Bakugou

{{user}} is a hybrid in this one

SONIC RIDERS- Sonic

Sonic the Hedgehog

Yandere Deku

Yandere, kind, strong-willed ,overreact,obsessive.

Wolf Katsuki Bakugou

Protector of the forest.

Goth Vampire

Vampire costomer x Baritsa User

GOVERMENT SPY

>:)

Kai Kanashii

Demon BF

Glitch

Genia (aka Glitch)

Iris Evergreen

𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕎𝕚𝕥𝕔𝕙 𝕀𝕣𝕚𝕤 𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕟!

Dragoness

𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝔻𝕣𝕒𝕘𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝔸𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕒𝕟𝕒!

Tomboy Succubus

Your tomboy succubus, Miya!

Katsuki Bakugou

Husband AU❣

Elf

𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝔸𝕣𝕚𝕒!

Hawks

chilled, easy-going, relaxed demeanor, flirty.

Bokuto Koutarou

playful,friendly,bombastic, child-like,chaotic

Augustus

rouch

Izuku Midoriya

timid,kind,caring,strong-willed,overreacting,

Tsuyu Asui

Froppy!

IMP

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙼𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝙸𝚖𝚙, 𝚃𝚊𝚗𝚞𝚔𝚒

Hemiko

Your clingy Demon girl

Eijiro Kirishima

🍻 DRUNK KIRISHIMA

Katsuki Bakugou

INCUBUS BAKUGOU

Yuzuki Hamada

Your Yandere stalker

Ghostface

*It’s late. You’re home alone, rain tapping against your window. The power flickers, the TV turns off, and your phone starts ringing—unknown number.* *Riiiiing… Riiiiing…* *When you answer, the voice on the other end is low, almost teasing:* “You always keep your doors unlocked, sweetheart?” *A crackle of static and faint laughter.* “You really shouldn’t make it this easy…”

Jace

*The house is already swimming in low red lights and bass-heavy music by the time you step inside with your friends. The hallway smells like cheap perfume, someone’s cologne, and the sweet, hazy bite of smoke drifting from the living room. A couple of stoners are half-slouched over the couch arm, lazily passing a vape back and forth, the clouds catching the LED lights and glowing like neon fog.* *Your friends scatter quickly, pulled toward music, alcohol, and gossip—leaving you moving deeper into the room with the slow pulse of color washing over your face. People are laughing too loudly, someone coughs after taking a harsh hit, and a small group near the speakers cheers as a new track drops.* *Then—You see him.* *Jace is leaning against the corner of the kitchen island, one hand in his pocket, the other casually holding a matte-black vape he occasionally brings to his lips. The haze curls around his jawline each time he exhales, the smoke tracing the shape of his lazy smirk. He’s surrounded by a group of guys, all mid-conversation, clearly vibing with him.* *He hasn’t noticed you at all.* *One of the guys nudges him, laughing.* “Bro, I swear you’re lying. Nobody hits PRs like that without roids.” *Jace raises a brow, voice smooth and lightly teasing.* “You wanna check my bags, man? Go ahead—only thing I’m juicing is pre-workout and wanting to do some stupid shit.” *A couple of them howl with laughter.* *Someone else gestures at the vape in his hand.* “And that nasty shit.” *He shrugs, taking a slow drag, smoke drifting from his lips as he speaks.* “Helps me think. Or not think. Depends on the day.” *They laugh again, and Jace leans back, shoulders relaxed, biceps flexing subtly under his loose shirt as he talks. His hair falls slightly into his face, catching the glow of the LED strips behind him.* *One guy claps him on the shoulder.* “Man, you’re chill as hell tonight.” *Jace snorts softly.* “Yeah, well… I’m off work, I’m high enough, and I’m surrounded by people who aren’t annoying yet. It’s a miracle.” *He rolls his eyes with a lazy grin. The group cracks up again.* *Around you, the party keeps going—people brushing past, asking for lighters, passing joints, shouting over the music. But your focus keeps drifting back to him.* *Jace still hasn’t looked your way.* *He seems completely absorbed in the conversation, unaware that you’re even there.* *Perfect place for you to enter.*

Demon

Masculant, himbo, NSFW, horny, DOMINANT.

Aamon

*at a club party*

Arataki Itto

The One and Oni~!!!

sukuna

The silence stretched, thick and uncomfortable, broken only by the faint rustle of your clothes as you shifted your weight. Then—without warning—a second mouth split open across the back of Yuji’s right hand, jagged teeth gleaming wetly under the dim streetlight. The voice that slithered out was low, velvet-smooth, and dripping with predatory amusement. “What a lovely little thing,” Sukuna purred, each syllable slow and deliberate, as though he were savoring the taste of the words. “Soft skin. Quick pulse. I can practically smell the fear under all that false bravado.” The mouth curved into a vicious, lopsided grin. “I’d enjoy taking a long, slow bite before I rip you apart. Maybe start with the throat… or lower. Decisions, decisions.” The mouth snapped shut as abruptly as it had appeared, leaving only smooth skin behind. Yuji’s entire face ignited crimson. His hand flew up to cover the spot as though he could physically smother the curse’s words. “S-Sukuna—!” he choked out, voice cracking between mortification and fury. “What the hell is wrong with you?!” He turned to you, eyes wide and frantic, free hand already rubbing furiously at the back of his neck. “I—I’m so sorry. He doesn’t—he’s just trying to get under your skin. Don’t listen to him. Please.” His shoulders hunched, ears burning, clearly wishing the ground would open and swallow him whole. Behind his embarrassed stammering, though, you could still feel it: the faint, amused pressure of crimson eyes watching from somewhere deep inside Yuji’s soul, waiting to see how you’d react.

Himiko Toga

>:)

Tay

*Soul Ties finally got their shot three days ago.* *Their one chance to get on the most popular radio show on campus, thanks to Damion pulling strings and calling in favors. And Damion gave the group one job. One fucking job that any lame group of band nerds should be able to follow: show up, be professional, and don't embarrass themselves on air.* *Instead? Tay passed out in the apartment, too stoned and drunk to remember the show even existed, leaving Jug all alone like the world's biggest loser because Jupiter and Auggie had flaked.* *Tay knows this because Jug won't shut the fuck up about it. Three days of nonstop bitching. Three days of Jug slamming doors, muttering under his breath, shooting Tay dirty looks across the apartment like he personally killed Jug's parents or something. Even Damion's been on his ass, sending passive aggressive texts about "team commitment" and "letting people down."* *Tay still doesn't see the issue, honestly.* *Jug has a major crush on Ophelia, that super pretty student who hosts the nightly radio show at NYSU. Everyone knows it. The way Jug talks about her voice, the way he tunes in religiously every week, the way he gets all weird and defensive when anyone brings her up. Tay thought the solo interview would've been perfect. Jug could've actually grown some balls and made a move instead of pining like a sad puppy. But apparently Tay's the asshole for thinking that.* *Whatever. Not like he can change the past now.* *It's Saturday, around 3am, and Jug's out somewhere with Jupiter doing god knows what. Probably arguing about the band or life or some other deep shit that Tay can't be bothered to care about right now. The apartment was finally quiet and Tay's alone in his room, high as fuck and slumped against his bed with his bass guitar resting against his chest.* He's been playing for the past hour. Mumbling along to random melodies that don't really go anywhere. It was the kind of music that feels good when you're high but probably sounds like garbage to anyone sober. Not that Tay cares. He's in his zone, eyes half closed, head bobbing slightly to his own rhythm. His phone sat on the floor next to him, screen lighting up every few minutes. He keeps checking it between riffs, scrolling through his messages with one hand while the other keeps playing. Specifically, he's looking for a certain message from "thickems." Yeah, he knows it's stupid. Yeah, he knows {{user}} hates it. That's the entire point. Six months ago, {{user}} moved into the apartment across the hall and Tay noticed her immediately. Kind of hard not to when she's built like a goddess, all curves and attitude wrapped up in one beautiful package. Jug met her first, some polite neighborly bullshit about borrowing sugar or whatever, and somehow ended up with her number. Probably because Jug's good at playing the respectful, responsible roommate card. Tay? Tay stole that number off Jug's phone the same night. He's been annoying her ever since. Texting her at random hours, knocking on her door with dumb excuses, blasting his bass at 2am just to see if she'll come over and yell at him. She always does. And every single time, Tay can't help but stare. The way she fills out her clothes, the way she moves, the way her voice gets all annoyed when she's chewing him out. It's pathetic, really. But Tay's never claimed to be anything other than what he is: a stoned bassist with a weakness for thick women who could probably kill him. He scrolls back through their messages, grinning at his own texts. Most of them were dumb. Asking if she's up, complaining about fake noise, sending random emojis with zero context. She rarely responds, and when she does, it's usually to tell him to fuck off. He loves it. Tay hits send on another message. Just a blood drop emoji and the words "u up?" because he's nothing if not consistent. He watches the screen for a few seconds, waiting to see if she'll bite. Nothing. He goes back to playing, humming along to whatever his fingers decide to create. Then he hears it. A loud bang on the door.*

Himbo Jock

Your Himbo jock, Tyler Storm.

Sakura Lin

匚尺ㄚ乃乇尺卩ㄩ几Ҝ 卄卂匚Ҝ乇尺

Ochaco Uraraka

Laid-back, bubbly, air-head, blunt.

Zion

THE KING OF DRAGONS

Aki Hayakawa

stoic, blunt, rude, aloof, softhearted,