BNHA Underrated Character Week 2021

July 7th - July 14th

[bnhaunderratedcharweek]

Welcome to BNHA Underrated Character Week!

Does your favorite character almost never appears on screen? Do they have little to no fan content? Well, here we are to help!

The UCWeek will begin in July 7th, and will go until July 14th. Each day will have a set of prompts you can choose off of! (Feel free to skip days, we’re here to have fun!) 

How do I participate?

Tag your post with #bnhaucw2021, and it’ll be reblogged by us! Your post can be fanart, fanfiction, whatever you want, as long as it involves a character that’s not very popular (Check the character list!)

Moderators: 

Gab (@thegoldencatscafe)

Arrow (@dxmmymxmmywrites)

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CHARACTER LIST

PROMPTS

[echo-of-sounds]

use me

-Hound Dog x f!reader-

a smut piece with Daddy Dom Ryo degrading the reader

This is the fourth day for @bnhaunderratedcharweek​’s event. I used one of yesterday’s prompts: degradation. I feel like a whole seven people will like this. And I’m still not feeling the best, so I hope there aren’t too many mistakes throughout.

Warnings: Daddy Dom, domination/submission, degradation, deepthroating, choking, and piss kink

Continuar lendo

[metamorphiacreations]

i cant believe underrated character week is almost done and i missed half of it 😭 heres one of my class b tiktoks

[echo-of-sounds]

let’s go to bed

Small drabbles of you helping Fatgum, Gang Orca, and Hound Dog fall asleep again after a nightmare.

This is the sixth day of @bnhaunderratedcharweek​’s event. I used today’s prompt: heartbeat. Though, I feel a prompt of ‘nightmare’ would fit these drabbles more. I originally had them falling asleep on the reader’s chest, listening to their heart, but it quickly changed to something different.

Fatgum

You flung yourself from bed, sweat sticking the sheet to your skin, looking for the charging monster. Your eyes swam in the dark, body preparing for another fight. All you saw was an empty bedroom. No mysterious lights. No weird sounds. No threats. No Taishiro…

It was three-thirty in the morning. Had he not come to bed at all yet? He needed it more than you, taking the brunt of the battle, ending up bruised and swollen with a broken hand. At least he wasn’t pushed into using all of his energy and fat.

You went to the bathroom and washed the sweat from your arms and neck. After years of training and working, your brain accepted the gore and viscera as part of the job — the worst part of it but still part of the job. Just, sometimes, a femur tearing skin or one bloody, brutal moment stuck in your brain. And Tai seemed particularly affected after yesterday’s confrontation, scanning each room for an attack, gripping your hand through the interview, and startling at his phone’s ringtone.

Continuar lendo

[violadraw]

Kendo pro hero?? I just wanted to draw her so here this beautiful girl for the underrated week

@bnhaunderratedcharweek

[platypus-why]

Written for day 6 (pro heroes) and day 7 (fake dating) of BNHA Underrated Character Week 2021 organized by @bnhaunderratedcharweek.

Because Inasa and Mina deserve more love, and their quirks combined sound like the best kind of disaster. It’s mostly about Mina and Inasa being the best of friends and forming a hero duo, with background Inatodo. 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32540389

[wanderingchocolateeclair]

BNHAUCW2021 prompt week - Day 2: Hospital Stay

So uh....here’s some more edgejeanist! I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to do a somewhat angsty drawing for this prompt, it was originally gonna be Ectoloader but edgejeanist brain screamed at me so here we are :D

This is actually a scene that will happen (when I get round to actually writing it out) in my fic “A Frayed Thread of Hope” [AO3 Link Here] - I’m hoping to start updating it again pretty soon!

Anyway, here you go, someone needs to hug our little ninja man. (Please click the image for better quality)

[echo-of-sounds]

such a good boy

-Gang Orca x f!reader-

a smut piece with a dominant reader pleasuring Kugo

This is the second day for @bnhaunderratedcharweek's event. I took the prompt 'lingerie' from yesterday and used it for today, though it morphed well beyond just 'lingerie'. I enjoyed writing this way too much.

Don't like/Don't read: rimming and anal fingering

Dolled up in the black lingerie he chose, you entered the bedroom, grinning at the growing erection between his naked, open thighs. You slowly swayed over, loving how he ogled your body as you slid the silk robe down your arms, exposing the strappy bra and lacey garter belt. You couldn’t help but tease, “Excited?”

Kugo glanced to the side, coughing a small ‘yes.’

“Look at me, baby. I only want you looking at me tonight.” You held his cheek, tilted him back to you, and kissed his forehead. Eyes, red and round, met yours, goading another raunchy razz, “I’m gonna milk you dry tonight.”

His mouth lolled open. Only shallow breaths exited. You bit your lip a bit too hard at the mounting high. But first, you needed to hear him say it — to voice his willingness, listen to his desire, maybe a little beg and whimper too.

You felt along his pronounced trapezius and around his deltoids, enjoying smooth skin dented with the occasional scar. “You ready?”

“Yes, I am…” The hesitation came out in his voice.

“Are you nervous?”

He smiled widely and nudged your forehead. “No one’s taken the lead like this before. I’m not sure I’ll be able to relax like you want me to.”

“I know, baby.” You kissed his nose, loving how it wiggled with his words. “That’s why I want to treat you. I want to pleasure you like you’ve done to me so many times. But if you’re not ready, I understand. We can wait.”

“No.” His claws flew to your sides to keep you from backing up.

“Well then, tell me what you what?”

Hesitation came back, but this time it was fueled by fluster, timidity, and a hint of submission, exactly what you wanted to hear.

You kissed over his forehead, humming, “Tell me. Let me hear it.”

“… You.”

“Oh?”

“I want you.”

“What about me, hmm?”

Kugo huffed and shrugged. He was getting there.

“Tell me, and I’ll do it.”

“I want…” He cleared his throat an excessive amount of times. “I want you to…”

“God, you’re so close. Just say it.”

“Fuck… I want you to… to eat me out,” he finally gruffed.

Kugo’s slight annoyance wound you up. The robe fell, showing off the lingerie. You rubbed yourself through the thin panties, watching him gaze at your self-pleasure, and pushed your thigh against his erection. White precum dotted the black thigh highs.

“I want it too, baby. You deserve it.” You stepped closer, letting him grip your leg, sighing with him at the fondling. “God, I want it so bad, baby boy. I’ve imagined how you taste for so long, and now, I finally get to eat you.”

He jerked against your leg, swearing and groaning through a clenched jaw, “Can you start then?”

“Ask nicely, and I will.”

“Please, can you start? Please?”

“Good boy. Lay back and let me treat you.”

You stepped back as he did. Tentative and exposed, physically and mentally, he laid out on the bed, thighs open, pitch-black cock bobbing and twitching between them.

“Goddamn.” You crawled to him, stroking up and down his thighs, relishing in their shaking. His hitch breathing tickled you horny. “Do you even know how perfect your cock is?”

Kugo huffed and tensed up.

“You don’t need to answer. I know you know.” You squeezed his base, earning a handsome hiss, and firmly stroked up. Precum trickled to his white abs. You only granted him three steady pumps before releasing him.

“Why-”

“Shh, just try me. Lay back and enjoy.”

You cupped his balls. Their weight was impressive: size even more so, able to fill your palms. Your fingers massaged around the smooth, hairless skin, stirring them in their pockets. You pinched and pulled on them, prompting him to lurch up.

The most glorious groan sounded once you took his head into your mouth, immediately sucking him deep. You couldn’t take all of him without some injury. You made do with three-fourths of the way, prompting wet gags. They didn’t bother you. You just licked the saliva away, flattening your tongue along his raphe, still groping his balls as if they were toys, and took him in again, repeating the actions to his delight.

His mumble was jumbled. You popped him out to switch to pumping him hard and fast. “You gonna cum already, baby?”

“I wasn’t-” He swore as your thumb poked his ass, not prying, just feeling the muscles. Spit had dribbled down to provide some lubricant to work with. His chest beat up and down, struggling for shallow breaths. Something close to your name came between two of them.

“Is it that good? You that excited?”

“Yes,” he rumbled, squeezing his eyes closed.

Unsatisfied with the simple answer, you slowed your hand while your thumb pressed the ring of muscles enough to enter. Not wanting to hurt him, you gradually wormed in till the first knuckle was inside, clearly thrilling him from the way his cock damn near wiggled in your grip.

You sighed, “Hmm, you really like that, don’t you? Your ass sure seems to.”

“Ye- es.”

Your grip tightened to a vice. The sound that came out of him wet your panties plenty. You sang, listening to him huff, “Come on, baby. I wanna hear you. Come on.” Keeping the death grip, you jerked him agonizingly slowly, testing your own patience. But he tensed around your thumb, making it worth it. “Come on, big boy, tell me how you feel. Let me know, baby.”

“God, it feels so good.” Kugo let go, groaning and panting loudly. He panted your name, trying to rumble some more words. Your thumb slipped deeper, inciting his hips to hump. “It feels so- Your- I’m gonna-”

“That’s a good boy. That’s just what I want. Cum for me.” He thrust. Claws scratched the sheets. “Come on, cum on yourself. Make yourself dirty for me, baby. I know you want to.”

He fucked your hand painfully erratic and groaned, freezing once you clamped around his corona. You praised once he flared, muscles straining, throat growling, and released onto his stomach.

You pulled out and lessened your grip through the waves, simply taking the moments to digest the view: his beautiful body, so rugged and strong, built to be a leader, yet he’s here, trembling from your hands.

“You’re so beautiful. And such a good boy,” you cooed flattery while gently rubbing the underside of his throbbing, softening cock as the last bits of cum drained. “I love you, baby.”

White clumps pooled splendidly. It drew your mouth in. You licked it off his heaving torso, taking your time with the salted skin and tangy cum. He droned your name as you kissed along his abdominal lines, occasionally catching your tongue and his skin between your teeth for a quick nibble.

Your lips tingled from all the musk, especially when you kissed his Adonis belt, feeling the bold veins. His cock’s soft, thin skin pulsed under your lips. It quivered in your bite. You whispered against it, flicking with your tongue and dragging your teeth all over it, “Your cock really is perfect. You have no idea who lucky you are. Or how lucky I am.”

You seized his left testicle into your mouth, unable to fit all inside, supping on the husky, loose skin. It constricted in its sack from your oral pumping. You switched to the right, nipping and pulling.

“Don’t.” He flinched. His cock, erecting once again, bobbled.

You pressed into him, indulging yourself, his balls resting on your forehead. “And your balls, too. They’re so fucking good.”

Kugo puffed through your licking and sucking, “I thought… women weren’t that… attracted to… them.”

“Oh, you have no fucking idea, baby.” The right lured you back, somehow its entirety sinking into your mouth. While you nursed, you laid comfortably on your stomach and opened his thighs wide. They seemed to move on instinct next, lifting to his chest.

With a pop, your mouth released. His new position exposed him perfectly. Balls hung low, stretching their skin, shining with spit and bulging from the stimulation.

“You ready for me to eat you out now?” His answer was too low to hear. It could take him a while to recover from an orgasm, but you’ve never seen him so erect so soon after one. Maybe his brain was just a bit frizzled.

You pet the underside of his thighs. No scars and marks left them radiant and untouched. You were the first to love him here. And you rubbed down to knead his ass — such a lovely and tasteful place.

“Use gotta use your words, okay?”

He sighed your name.

“That’s good. Now, what’s next?”

“I already said… earlier.”

“You did, but you gotta remind me, baby, so be a good one and tell me.”

He swore under his breath, staring at the ceiling.

“Kugo,” you chimed, rolling your palm over his balls. “I want to hear you. That’s one of the best parts.”

“Just- Just- Eat me out, please.”

“There you go,” you hummed. “Now, let’s open you up just a little.” You grabbed his ass and, using your thumbs, spread him a tiny bit. The muscles writhed, trying to close, to no avail. You blew on the hairless skin and smiled at his growing grunts and sighs. They almost sounded like whines, exactly what you were aiming for.

“You look so good. I wish you could see this.” You kissed his right cheek, laughing when it clenched, taking your dear sweet time biting your way to the center. But you moved to his left, kissing, licking, and nipping, eyeballing his fluttering cock. You spoke wetly into his perineal raphe, right under his dewy testicles, teasing more, “What did you want again?”

“Stop teasing me, please,” he could hardly huff, resisting from touching himself for relief. Your poor baby wasn’t going to last long.

Seeing him submit and needy and a little confused was beautiful. But still not there. “I don’t, actually.”

“Fuck-” He hit the bed with his fist as he whimpered, “Fuck, just eat me out already. Please, I need it. Please… please.”

“Perfect.” You took a long, broad lick along him, finally savoring his sulcus surface and natural, musky salt. He shook at the unfamiliar sensation. You could barely wrap your arms around his thighs. Your nails pricked him, earning indistinct swears and grunts.

Muscles relaxed with your persistence. At your sipping, seeking lips, his rim swelled in your mouth. Your tongue laved over him, mixing your saliva into his taste. Some spilled from your lips, which you promptly lapped up. He’d pucker at your reattachment.

Claws tangled your hair. Though ignited with need, they never hurt, just lodged you against him. Kugo’s loudest groan came when your tongue’s tip worked the ring of muscles, prodding, pulling away, and prodding again. They eventually loosened, only to contract as you lapped inside.

“Fuck, honey- Just like- Just like.” He humped your face.

You weren’t going to drag this out any longer. He’s been perfect, and it justified another orgasm. To help him along, you gripped his cock, tugging it for his good behavior. His hearty groans rose, louder than you’ve ever heard him.

“Don’t stop, please,” came the begging. “I’m right- I’m right- Fuck.”

Your tongue swept inside, deeper and deeper, as he rutted against you, stretching and testing the constricting muscles. You moaned with all the musk and trembling. Your nails anchored in skin. Spit and other liquids drenched your chin, matching what you felt in your panties.

“Fuck. I- I- I-” Kugo gave up speaking a second before his body went rigid, desperately jerking, fucking your hand and face. His second release spilled to his stomach: less cum but more lust-filled groans.

We went limp. Thighs fell. The hand freed you. After licking away the excess saliva, you straightened and cleaned your face with the messed-up sheet. He motioned for it too.

You ignored him, choosing to straddle him.

“Honey-”

“Shhh, baby.” Carefully, delicately, and calmly, you massaged his overstimulated cock. You hushed again, “Shh, baby. I know it’s a lot, but I also know it feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Ye- Yeah… “

“I’m not done with you yet. I see you still have some cum left. I haven’t milked you dry if that’s the case.”

Kugo’s head dropped to the pillow. He could only moan and whimper as you worked him up again, wanting to see just how many times it’d take to empty his fat cock.

[wanderingchocolateeclair]

BNHAUCW2021 prompt week - Day 1: “only one bed”

Sometimes, the only way to ease your embarrassment of sharing a bed with someone is to convince them to join you in constructing a massive wall of pillows between the two of you....yeah!

Hey! Here’s the first prompt for @bnhaunderratedcharweek’s prompt week! This took a while, but hey, here it is! (Please click the image for better quality)

It’s an underrated character week? You know what that means. This eclair sees an opportunity and will make sure they provide plenty of edgejeanist....well....as much as they can with work. ❤️❤️❤️

[frelmidja]

Day 1 of BNHA underrated character week - One Bed

Rappa is the bed

[midoriyakazooku-deactivated2023]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Emi just loves the way a joke can brighten someone’s day, how it can pull someone out of a spiral and offer the briefest bit of comfort or a much-needed distraction. She loves how jokes are just another goofy way to bring joy and light into the world, and how they can be another small way to save someone.

The way Oboro joked so freely and laughed so openly had been one of the things that had drawn her to him, after all.

But this joke? Right now? It’s cruel.

Or, Ms. Joke visits a villain in Tartarus for a long-awaited reunion.

(aka, a Ms. Joke-centric fic, where she visits her high school fling and the father of her son in prison. A fun character study piece to kick off an idea i’ve been sitting on for a long time!!)

[echo-of-sounds]

it's not dumb

-Fatgum x reader-

a small fluff piece where Fatgum comforts you through a thunderstorm

This is the first day and first prompt for @bnhaunderratedcharweek's event: one bed. I know there are so little rules, but I still feel like I did this wrong.

Warnings: some alluding to past abuse, but it's nothing too intense

“S’alright, I’ll crash on the couch, baby.”

“No, Tai. You’re way too big for that.” And you’d probably break it. You glanced at the weird, flower-patterned couch. It matched the entire room’s grandma theme… the entire motel’s washy, tasteless theme. But they had a vacancy, and that’s what mattered. Neither one of you wanted to drive all the way back to the city in a midnight rainstorm.

“Well, I’m not gonna let you sleep on it. You’re gonna get prodded by springs and who knows what else all night.” Taishiro knocked the couch with his boot. A spring’s end stuck out from the back. Dust fell from underneath. Something rattled inside. All horrible signs.

The bed was a little better. However, it was short and round — not the best for two people to sleep on, particularly if one of those people was Tai’s size. And the blankets provided gave you a chill from simply looking at them. Holes were scattered throughout the knitted quilt, and the sheets appeared see-through. It was going to be an uncomfortable night.

You excused yourself to the bathroom, nervous about your location and just a bit giddy at the thought of sharing a bed with him. It wasn’t sexual, just a step in your relationship, albeit a small one that surely had little to no effect on him. You were probably just being dumb and corny.

A horrid thunder struck your ears. You covered them, sinking to your knees, huddling inwards to lessen the wrath’s blow. You sat stupefied. The drum in your chest constricted your heart faster and harder.

‘It’s just a noise. It’s just a noise,’ you mouthed. It wasn’t the most effective self-soothing method, but it’s what you had in this backwoods motel. The noise-canceling headphones sat in your apartment, so didn’t your blanket and peace of mind.

A knock scared you smaller. If it’s locked, he can’t get in it. You’re safe. You’re safe.

The voice that came was calm, not threatening, calling your name. “You okay? I thought I heard… something.” “Ye- Yeah, um… yeah. I’m fine, just, uh… um, charley horse.”

“Alright. Just makin’ sure.”

You picked up your dropped shirt and finished changing. Your legs, despite your efforts to keep them steady, wobbled as you exited the bathroom. Tai had changed into relaxed clothing as well. The top was a pale yellow decorated with his logo. The adorable outfit and his smile made it a tad easier to walk.

“Tired?” he teased, poking your side when you yawned.

“And cold.” You slid under the covers.

He let you settle before scooting in behind you, dipping and creaking the mattress as he did. Thankfully, the old bed held the weight. He shifted around to find some sort of comfort, clearly trying his best to not push you off, but the quilt pulled from your shoulders.

“Um, Tai?”

“Yeah? Oh, sorry.” He covered and swathed it tight around your sides and shoulders. “There. All tucked in.”

“Thanks,” you sighed. The low light provided little, letting you see part of his T-shirt. He was left uncovered because the blanket was over you. Guilt bubbled. You didn’t want him cold.

Just when you were about to speak, a bright flash closed your throat, restraining any sound. All you could do was stiffen and prepare for the noise that roared moments after. Air swelled in your chest, swimming your stomach and head with nausea. The breath only escaped when a tear did, quietly and exhaustingly.

Tai’s elbow butted you. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you croaked. You moved as close to the edge as you could without falling. He needed most of the room. A second tear fell. You swiped it away. Then a third followed. You doubted he could see them, but you rolled over anyway.

Thunder. Fireworks. Car horns. Fire alarms. Door slams. Shouting. Everyone laughed at the childish fear because it was stupid. It was stupid. You knew that. It didn’t make sense. Noises aren’t physical; they can’t hurt you. You knew that.

But they still sacred you, sending you into an unwarranted panic, each one a reminder of a time you didn’t want to remember. And it was something you didn’t want him to make fun of you for. Being a Hero hardens you to dumb little noises that only scare puppies.

Tai’s tummy bumped you. He apologized again. You brushed it off again. You two adjusted positions and whispered a bit, unable to find a simultaneously comfortable and warm spot.

Light flooded the room. In the milliseconds of radiance, you saw his seemingly sleeping face. In the dark, you covered your mouth and waited. The much closer, much harsher, thunder came, jolting your heart into overdrive. Ringing washed your ears.

It’s just a noise. It’s just a noise. It can’t hurt you.

Lightning and crashing drowned out the foolish mantra. Noise could most certainly hurt you, especially if it was close enough, deep enough to feel in your toes.

“Was that you?” Your eyes gaped into the black. You thought you were quiet. You usually were, weren’t you? You mumbled, “No.”

“It’s alright if it was.”

“It wasn’t- ME!” you yelped at another crack and yanked the blanket over your face.

“Hey, it’s okay.” The mattress slumped, pressing you against his tummy. A hand patted you over the quilt, searching for and finally landing on your upper arm. “It’s okay to be scared, ya know?”

“It’s not just… It’s dumb.”

“It’s not. Thunder can be-”

“It’s more than noise. Too much- loud- heavy. It hurts. I-” You shut up at the flaring light and prepared.

Tai covered your ear, the other against the pillow, as the thunder came. Although you could still hear and feel it, his heavy hand dampened the shock, helping the recovering along.

“It’s alright, baby. It’s okay.” “Tai,” you whimpered, fighting with your body’s instinct. It prepared for blame and smashing plates and the finishing, dreadful silence. You knew it wasn’t coming. You knew that. Yet your body still acted like you were in the heat of it, defenseless, curled up in a corner.

You nestled as tight to him as possible. Tears stifled your voice. “It’s dumb, Tai. It’s so dumb. It doesn’t make sense.”

“It isn’t dumb.”

“Dumb… stupid... like a child.”

“Hush now, baby. I’m right here.” In one swift, gentle motion, he grabbed your waist, lifted, and settled you atop of him. A hum resonated throughout his torso and into yours. “Shh, it’s okay. You’re safe and sound.”

You gripped and burrowed into his shirt, wetting it with all the tears. He stroked your back, talking you through the coiled-up stress.

It wasn’t until the rumbles grew distant that you rasped his name. The cover slowly lowered. Regardless of the dark, you knew he was there — you knew he was smiling like always. And he was safe.

A finger tapped your forehead. He echoed your thoughts, “It’s not dumb, and it isn’t childish.”

“Feels like it.”

“It may, but it isn’t. And you’re safe with me. Nothing’s gonna happen to you ever again, I promise.”

You hardly got out a wimpy ‘thanks’ before sniffling, hiding in his shirt again.

“Of course. Get some sleep. I’ll be right here all night.” After kissing the top of your head, the blanket laid over you again, blocking the diminishing lights and sounds. Tai held you snugly to him, covering your ears through the tail-end of the storm.

[bnhaunderratedcharweek]

Can we add popular pairings or characters that aren't on the list, so long as the underrated character is the main focus of the story? Such as Mina talking to Kaminari about his crush on Jirou, or something like that?

sure thing!

[violadraw]

For the first day of the bnha underrated week I drew my friend @jimbag-777 ship Tokokure

@bnhaunderratedcharweek

[bnhaunderratedcharweek]

IT IS TIME!

Welcome one and all to the First Day of the Underrated Character Week 2021!!!

Today's prompts are:

ONLY 1 BED / CPR

and

LINGERIE / PEGGING

I look forward to seeing your submissions! Don't forget to tag your submissions with #bnhaucw2021!!!

Have fun everybody!

[bnhaunderratedcharweek]

Would characters like Curious, Trumpet, and Skeptic Count?

Of course!

[bnhaunderratedcharweek]

Does Sero Hanta count as an underrated character? He's rarely featured in fics....

Hmm, I've seen quite a few sero fics around, but i guess he's not one of the popular ones either, so yeah, i think so! I'll update the character list!