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[candychronicles]

This is the Valentine's Day fairy coming to spread love and cheer on this Valentine's Day 💕💫🌺 No matter where you are or who you're celebrating with, I hope you have a terrific V-Day 💖

I-I cannot believe that I missed this lovely message.

Thank you dear anon, I had a lovely Valentine's and honestly, a lovely pas month, so thank you for thinking of me and I'm so sorry for being ridiculously late on replying lol

[kingkatsuki]

Knockout | Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

This is my submission to The Underground servers collab! Please check out all the other talented creators here.

I tried to change this up slightly from how traditional fight club fics go, it’s based loosely on the Japanese sport shoot boxing (although far less rules). 

Thank you to anyone that gives this fic a go, I appreciate it more than you know! And the biggest thank you to @katsukikitten​ for not only reading through this ridiculously long for absolutely no reason fic, but helping me to shape it together. I love you so much!💕

Summary: You don’t know how you ended up in this mess, owing a debt to one of the biggest loan sharks in Musutafu city. Leaving you with little option as you step inside Dynamight’s Fight Club, but will Bakugou Katsuki let a rookie with no experience into the ring? 

Warnings: 18+, coercion, manipulation, dub-con at the beginning, descriptive scenes of non-con (not with Bakugou), gun violence, character death (not reader), blood, knuckle dusters, knives, violence (not depicted in great detail but still included), inaccurate depictions of wounds and medical assistance, voyeurism, exhibitionism, semi-public sex, oral (m!receiving), facefucking, cunnilingus, fingering, degradation (at the beginning), praise, spanking, overstimulation, spit, sweat, cumplay, creampies, honestly Bakugou is just soft for reader.

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x f!reader. Mentioned Shindou Yo x f!reader.

Word Count: 40.1k. (I’m sorry)

The loud thrum of bass reverberated inside tinny walls as you stepped inside the abandoned warehouse, making your way through throngs of people as you followed the heavy music. Pulling your hoodie tighter around your body as you shoved your hands into the pockets, trying to disguise your discomfort from being in such unknown territory. It wasn’t uncommon knowledge in the seedy underbelly of the city that Dynamight’s Fight Club was the place to be if you wanted to risk it all to win big, some fights pure urban legend when the losers would end up on the front page of Musutafu Daily after ending up in critical care. A fact that you were trying to push to the back of your mind as you stepped into the main arena, noticing a crowd of people gathered around a cage near the back as they roared and jeered.

This wasn’t somewhere you thought you’d ever find yourself, wishing you were back at home tucking into a quart of ice cream and watching whatever trashy reality show was on television tonight. No, this was your last resort.

Your only hope.

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[candychronicles]

not a spoiler free reblog so don’t read if you don’t want anything spoiled!! but go read it now, it’s so worth it 😍i 

don’t think ANYONE!!! can understand how much this single piece fueled me. it was so good??? the reason why the reader is in so much debt, how nasty and downright wicked Shindou is? he is such a good villain and Jo definitely serves him justice. i love how much of a softie Bakugou is under his hard demeanor. betting his whole fight club on the match to pay off reader’s debt??? how he kept repeating he’d do anything for them? ugh my freaking heart. it’s so wicked in depth (i mean, 40k of plot building with delicious smut) but the theme itself, underground fight club, just itches such a good spot in my brain i can’t even describe it!! plus, while being “seedy,” Bakugou still plays fair, takes care of all his fighters while still being an absolute badass? he fucking got stabbed and was still only caring about reader? i’m head over heels in love. this will be something i come back to time and time again 

jo, truly thank you for this masterpiece. i am in awe of how lovely a writer you are and will forever be jealous of how you can write so much and have every single word create such a powerful impact. truly incredible!

[candychronicles]

powerful // k. bakugou

A/N: so excited to be a part of the underground’s “underground” collab! i was happy to get a chance to write something like this as i’ve been itching for a good ol’ fashioned fight au! hope you all enjoy <3 this is my baby and i punched it out in under three hours lol 

CHARACTER PAIRING: Bakugou Katsuki x F!Reader

WORD COUNT: 6,158

WARNINGS: lots of blood, fighting, swearing, some quick sex scenes, toxic relationship, toxic reader?? maybe??, no real happy ending + open ending

SYNOPSIS: some questionable decisions brings a mysterious man in your life. how much do you really know about him? 

want to wade through the depths of the underground a bit more? Click HERE!

the multicolored lights danced around your body, illuminating you in an ethereal glow. your frame swayed to the beat of the music, letting the notes carry you through all your stress and worries. after a long week at work, it was time to unwind and relax. your friends had found this private, underground club only a few weeks prior and had been begging you to come. you had relented only when your workload had eased up enough for you to not feel guilty spending time away from your house. clubbing wasn’t your thing but after a couple of drinks, you felt loose enough to forget why you ever hated it. your head may hurt you in the morning but for now, you threw your arms up in the air, skin sticking to skin as you jumped to the sounds around you.

after a few more songs and one more drink that half spilled down your chin, you shimmied your way out of the throng of people and eyed the crowd from the sidelines. the chilly air and slight breeze instantly cooled your sweaty body. swaying on your feet, you pressed your hand against the concrete pillar next to you, accidentally touching hands with a guy who looked less than enthused to be there. half-heartedly apologizing, you moved your to wipe the salty liquid from your forehead, turning to look at the guy who stood on the other side of you. his blonde hair was sticking to his forehead, sweat sheening off his body, muscles prominent as he used the column for balance. he seemed to be swaying on his feet and upon closer inspection, what you thought was face paint was actually blood splattering his face, rivulets running down his neck and pooling at the collar of his wife beater. 

“uh, hey man, are you okay?” you asked, not sure if you wanted to get involved but feeling like you needed to anyways.

“‘m fine,” he replied, not even bothering to glance your way.

you were content to give it up at that until you looked at him again and noticed his face was turning white, his hand gripping onto the concrete like his life depended on it, which you were sure in the moment it probably did. with a disgruntled huff, you shuffled your petite frame underneath his arm, propping him up to the best of your ability. his red eyes shot to yours and then closed quickly, as if that movement alone made him sick. 

“alright dude, while i typically would mind bringing a guy home the first time i met him, i think i need to make an exception for you.”

“what are you talking about?” he choked out, eyes still closed, his body finally starting to lean against you, his muscles straining under the tension of trying to keep himself upright.

“c’mon, let's get you out of here. and please don’t be some sort of ax murderer. i’m not in the mood to deal with that. i’ve had a shitty week and while i’ve enjoyed the past few hours here, i think half of my friends are too drunk to understand what’s going on and the other half have been trying to herd them out of here so i think that’s my cue to leave too. even if they didn’t want to leave, i think i’d leave anyways. ya know, clubs were never my thing. this one time…”

you continued to ramble as you led the brooding and bleeding man out into the cool night air, talking more to yourself than him, amused as he let out noncommittal grunts on your very prominent pauses. you weren’t sure if he knew what was going on, if he was coherent and understood that you were a stranger taking him away but you were glad you could help and only hoped that he wouldn’t steal all your shit and disappear in the middle of the night or worse, strangle you in your sleep. with the way your life was going, both of those options seemed plausible, but something about leaving a man bleeding out on the outskirts of a seedy dance floor didn’t sit right in your stomach, so you trudged on, shoving his body into a cab before crawling in next to him, flashing an apologetic smile to the driver. you tipped heavily as you hauled your handsome stranger out of the car, frowning as you noticed that he smeared blood all over the back of your white shirt, his hands gripping it firmly as he tried to find purchase in the dimly lit night. 

it took all of fifteen minutes to coax him up one flight of stairs, heaving with all your might as you took it one step at a time. once he was at your door, he collapsed against it, smearing blood against the wood. you took the time to really pay attention to his wounds and sighed, wondering what you got yourself into and why you didn’t just take him to the hospital like a normal person would. clearly, this guy wasn’t okay and needed serious medical attention, but the second you brought it up to him, he glared at you, asking you if you were stupid for even suggesting something like that.

at least he can still hear, understand, and speak, so i guess he can’t be too bad.

you muttered back at him, half-assed insults about his porcupine hair and bad attitude, but still pulled him back up and through your door. 

“you’re sleeping on the couch, if you can make it there. and for the love of god, please try to keep the blood to a minimum.”

“tch, like i can help that when i’m bleeding from… well… everywhere,” he grumbled back, practically crawling to the couch before lifting himself unceremoniously onto the cushions. you winced as you saw blood smudge all over the leather before resigning with a sigh. you’d either spend time scrubbing your couch or toss it and hope a work bonus came soon enough to get a new one. 

“i’m going to get you some supplies. don’t go anywhere,” you ordered, shuffling into your bathroom to dig the giant first aid kit out from the back of your closest, a nearly forgotten first apartment gift. 

a minute later, you snuck back into the living room, setting the large tote loudly on the coffee table. the man, who you realized never introduced himself, was half asleep on your couch. you smacked his knee and reeled your head back as his fist came flying towards you. 

“jeez dude, i bring you back to my place to help you and the first thing you do is try to hit me? very rude and unmanly.”

“you sound like a mix of my mom and my best friend, which is not a good combination. and who goes around hitting people without expecting to be hit back?” he retorted, leaning forward to examine what you had brought out.

“bring some water and a washcloth,” he ordered, beginning to dig into your first aid kit like he knew what he was doing.

normally, you would argue, but you had made about a million and one questionable decisions today and were too tired to think. a quick trip to the kitchen and you had a cup of warm water in one hand and a barely used dish towel in the other.

he took them with a grunt, perhaps his form of thanks, before taking the mirror out of the kit and examining himself, dabbing the cloth in the water and wiping the blood away from his face and neck. he seemed much more alert and awake when he had a job, something to focus on, so you sat down on the coffee table in front of him, watching him work as he carefully cleaned his wounds, not even wincing as he wiped alcohol pads over the various cuts and scrapes. 

“are you just gonna sit there and stare at me?” he asked finally, looking up with cautious yet curious eyes.

“this is kinda fascinating and i’m also a bit terrified and also exhausted so yeah, i’m just going to space out here while you do your thing. mind telling me your name so i don’t have to keep referring to you as “bloody man” in my mind?”

“Bakugou.” 

you hummed, replying with your own name before settling back into a strange yet somehow comfortable silence. when he was done bandaging himself, you threw the cloth in the dirty clothes bin and then thought again, tossing it in the trash, the cup discarded in the sink.

“didn’t anyone ever tell you to not let strangers in your house?” he asked as soon as you returned. though the words sounded menacing, they held a pinch of concern and a lot of exhaustion.

“with the week i’ve had, i wouldn’t even be surprised if something bad happened from my decision to bring you here but when you see a guy about to pass out, bloody and confused, in a creepy, underground club, you assume that nobody is going to help him and that he really has nowhere to turn. so why the hell not, be my guest for the night, and if you don’t steal anything or kill me, i consider that a win. i don’t want to know what got you in this predicament, just reassurance that you’ll be okay.”

“aw darling, we just met and you’re already concerned about me?” he cooed, leaning forward even more until your faces were inches apart.

you would usually be flustered but the incredulous night you had paired with the drinks flowing through your veins had you only chuckling.

“i have a savior complex. i want to be a hero and do something good for someone for once. it’s less about helping you and more about helping me feel good about myself.”

“well, at least you’re honest sweetheart. ‘m not gonna kill ya or steal anything. you’re real fucking weird for bringing me here but a couch to crash on is something i won’t pass up so as long as you don’t have any sort of creepy agenda or plans, i’ll take it, no matter your real reason for bringing me here.”

you chuckled again before moving to the other side of the couch, throwing a couple of blankets his way and bidding him a goodnight. he responded with a wave, immediately passing out moments after he had settled down. you spent only a few minutes getting ready, brushing your teeth, going to the bathroom, throwing on modest sleeping attire in case he tried anything odd and then promptly passed out yourself.

when you woke up the next morning, there was a bottle of medicine next to you with a glass of water, a simple thanks written on the back of a takeout menu. you shrugged, mildly disappointed Bakugou didn’t stick around but thankful that you had gotten a chance to experience something so wild to begin with. your life had been very boring and stressful lately and any chance, weird or not, to feel something, you took without hesitation. 

when you had finally gotten ready for the day, you prepared yourself for the worst: something stolen, the apartment in disarray, a mass murderer secretely hiding under your couch, but you were mildly surprised to find the first aid kit packed neatly on your coffee table, blankets folded and thrown over the back of the couch, the only indication someone had been there being the blood stains all over the leather. with a shrug, you resigned yourself to a quick breakfast and a trip to the store to see if any couches may fit your budget and your modest sized apartment. 

just as you were able to leave, you heard a firm and sharp knock on the door. your jaw clenched, headache coming back full force at the loud noise, before rolling your shoulders back and opening the door. your head cocked to the side as you saw a few men, smiles plastered on their faces as they held a clipboard out to you, asking to confirm your name and address.

“what’s this for?” you asked suspiciously, hand clenching the door as you glanced next to you to make sure your baseball bat was there, just in case.

“Mr. Bakugou has ordered a new couch for you. we’ll be taking the, uh, soiled one out and replacing it with this new one. just need a quick signature and we can be in and out of your hair in minutes,” the kind man explained, holding the clipboard up to you once more. you signed wearily, making sure to read over every single line on the paper. the second you handed the paper back to him, you opened the door and invited the men in. within ten minutes, they had your bloody couch out and a new, much nicer leather couch, one without cracks in the seat, sat in your living room. you thanked the men and attempted to tip them but they shook their heads, promising that Bakugou took care of everything, tipping their hats before shutting the door behind them with a wave. 

you sat, dumbfounded, before reading over the receipt of purchase they had left you, flipping it over to see a single number written on the back. a laugh left your lips as you stared at the number, wasting no time to send a thank you text which was met with a simple you’re welcome. 

for days after that, you pestered Bakugou, trying to figure out who he was or what he did, learning plenty about his childhood, his friends and what he liked to do for fun but little about his actual life. he was surprisingly responsive, though he had attitude, as if your questions were a bother, but you knew better. he was relishing in the attention and you were relishing in the newness and mystery.

it went back and forth for weeks before you finally asked to see him again. your usual anxiety and awkwardness around guys went out the window with him. he was simply too interesting to forget about and even if he wasn’t into you like you were, you still wanted to be around his confident and intoxicating presence.

the first time you saw him was for ice cream in the middle of winter. it was an odd decision, him ordering a simple chocolate and you vanilla if for nothing more than to argue with him over what was better. the bantering came easy to you and you noticed him getting caught up in your words more than once. it felt nice to be around him but you were still itching to know more about his life. he kept it vague during your conversation and you assumed he chose a very public place so that he could avoid a more personal interrogation. you were persistent yet careful with your questions, not wanting to scare him away, but needing to know as much as you could. something about him screamed confidence, danger, desire, power, something you never really had in life but so desperately wanted. 

the second time you saw him was a little more quiet, a quaint walk around the park, but still public, with plenty of people around and prying ears that cast questionable glances your way, as if you were in some sort of danger around the man who had enraptured your heart. you managed to get more out of him then than the first time, learning more about his family and home life, but his lips were sealed when it came to where he worked and you assumed that that’s where his power came from. you thought maybe he was some big hot shot corporate guy with a hankering for gambling, pretty women, alcohol or drugs. he seemed to be willing to pick fights at the littlest of inconveniences and you were sure his vice had something to do with the seedy club you met him at but boy, were you wrong. 

the third time you saw him, this time at a small diner, he told you point blank to stop asking about where he worked. he told you that he wasn’t interested in you like that, that he was just a friend who was repaying his debt to you, and you had almost believed him if not for the fact that he kept texting you after that. despite your hefty desire to know more about him, you attempted to respect his space, but your distance bothered him as much as it bothered you and before you knew it, he was knocking at your door, lips finding purchase on yours, hands tangled in your hair as he muttered about how shitty you were for making him feel this way, how dumb you were for letting him in your apartment, how he wanted to ruin you and yet make you the happiest person at the same time, how he could never really let you in like you needed him to, how you would never be happy and satisfied with what he could give you. the list went on and on in between kisses and deep breaths, hands planted firmly against your waist, teeth nipping your neck, legs tripping over one another as he threw you against the couch he had bought you only a couple months prior. 

your hands found the collar of his shirt, pulling him firmly against you, wanting to break him down in the rawest form possible. if you couldn’t know it all, if you’d never be happy together forever, you at least wanted this moment with him, something to remember him by, toxicity and lust, anger and desire, love and loss, every inch of his soul was to become yours for at least one night.

your shirt was ripped down the middle, buttons flying everywhere, his own pulled swiftly from his body. he was a man of few words at times, careful to tell you so much that you felt like you’ve known him for life yet so little that you didn’t even know if you could trust him. in your heart, you felt like you did, but your brain screamed for you to run, that he was someone that could ruin your life but you didn’t care. all you needed was him. 

clothes continued to fly across the room, his tongue finding your clit with quick licks, your hand finding purchase in his hair, trying to ground yourself to this reality, to him. your thighs were covered in purple marks, fingers digging bruises into your plush hips, your first orgasm being drawn out of you expertly, your voice a harsh cry against the softness of the tv in the background.

his first thrust was slow and deep, allowing you to feel every inch of him, his body covering you, encasing you, protecting you, trapping you. he was an enigma even in such a vulnerable moment, whispering sweet nothings in your ear, promising a life of luxury, promising a life of risks, if only he could let you in. you pleaded with him, cried out his name, wrapped your legs around his torso, crossing your heart and hoping to die if it only meant that he would let you in like you wanted, like you needed. you thought you had him figured out, who he could’ve been, what he was, but you were thrown into a sea of darkness, the sirens calling out their song of sorrow and despair as you struggled to swim in the confusion. 

you came too fast and so did he, pent up desire causing you both to cling to one another as if your lives depended on it. when you woke up the next morning, you were covered in a blanket, a simple i’m sorry written on the same takeout menu that he had left for you all those months ago. you cried, your tears smearing the ink, snot bubbling in your nose. you cried until your throat was hoarse and your body tense, wrapped up in a blanket that smelled just faintly enough of him to hurt your heart even more. when you had finally gotten up for the day, the sun a bright speck in the sky, you noticed a package of clothes on the counter, replacements from the ones he had ruined the night before, fresh tears spilling over your cheeks as you realized that he wouldn’t be coming back. 

it had taken a few weeks and some major coaxing for your friends, the party animals, to get you out of the house and back into the nightlife. they had, of course, found something exciting to do again. this time it was an underground fighting ring in the same district as the club where you had met him. you didn’t want to go, the simple proximity causing your stomach to churn, but they insisted that they wouldn’t go that close to the club, that watching some dumb meatheads fighting one another would allow you to get some of your anger out. after that, and a promise that you could leave at any time without repercussion, you had relented, letting them drag you out and about.

it felt like you were a teen again as you snuck through alleyways and down dingy doors, saying a secret password and slipping the bouncer money as you ducked into the club. the room was filled with the haze of cigars and weed, choking you as you adjusted to the thickness. blinking, you admired the crowd, a mixture of everyone milling about, throwing money around as they gambled on different people, hoping their fighter would win for the night. while you weren’t interested in gambling yourself, you enjoyed people watching and so you took a seat with your friends, happy to be present for the night. you relished the tension in the air, the spark of a fight waiting to be set off by one single hot head who got a little too cocky or one dumbass who got too pushy. the thin veil of danger set your veins on fire, your senses heightened. you were so enraptured with the hustle of the bypassers that you didn’t even realize that the first fight was starting. as soon as the fists started flying, you became even more enamored. there was so much adrenaline coursing through the air as everyone, you included, shouted and screamed, some cheering on a fighter, some booing, some just caught up in the whirlwind of it all. it was all so much and yet so cathartic at the same time, your anger bubbling over, thinking of everything that had happened.

a few more fights occurred, the shouting only continuing to get louder as the night led on to the grand finale. two of the best fighters in the underground scene were going to be pitted against one another. they were friends by day and enemies by night, doing it all for the money and power that came with the territory. you vibrated as the first man, a tall, bulky red head, took the stage, introducing himself as Red Riot. the crowd had mixed reactions, some cheering loudly for the young fighter, others booing, clearly favoring the other guy. you waited with baited breath to see who he would be pitted up against but as the smoke cleared, you saw a tuft of blonde, spiky hair, and your blood ran cold. your voice caught in your throat as Bakugou, your Bakugou, was introduced as Dynamight, the fighter taking on Red Riot tonight.

your friends either noticed your reaction and chose to let you have peace or were too enraptured in the noise to pay attention but either way, you were happy that you had time to process your emotions. the smoke was thick enough to haze the vision and you weren’t in the front lines so you didn’t think he would see you, but you also knew that one real good look into the crowd would reveal you to him. while you wanted to run away, you stayed put, your chin set high and shoulders squared back. you were prepared to face him, to see him for who he truly was, to know his darkest secrets, except this time, you would leave them in the dark, for he was no longer yours and truthfully, never was to begin with.

the fight started off slow, the men testing each other with a few half hearted punches, but as the crowd riled up, so did the guys. Bakugou managed to land a solid right hook to Red Riot’s face but he bounced back immediately, sweeping his leg out in an attempt to knock Bakugou off his feet. he jumped back quickly, kicking his leg out in an attempt to catch Red Riot’s but missed. he was now off balance and Red Riot took that as a chance to push forward, slamming his body into Bakugou’s as they both crashed to the ground. they grappled for a few minutes, the cheering deafening before Bakugou took his fist and slammed it into the side of Red Riot’s head, kicking into his stomach and scrambling up, using the momentum to bring his heel into Red Riot’s chin. after a few seconds, the ref shimmied onto the stage, raising Bakugou’s hand in victory as his opponent laid on the ground, out cold. 

a strange sense of pride, relief and anger washed over you. suddenly, everything made sense. why he was always jumpy, covered in blood and bruises from time to time, how he only ever wanted to spend time in public, how he thought he couldn’t be with you because you would judge him for what he did, how he didn’t want to bring you into this life of shade and danger. you understood and yet rage boiled over you at the thought that he took that choice away from you, that he never gave you a chance to choose for yourself. how different things could’ve been if you had only known, been able to clean him up after a fight, run him a hot bath and tell him how proud you were as you rode his cock, learning to fight together, learning to protect yourself, learning to protect him. instead, you were sentenced to a life of sadness, emptiness, hollowness, a life that may be safe but served no real purpose. 

as you thought about everything that had happened, you looked up to the ring, eyes locking with his, defiance flashing in your gaze as he stared at you with unreadable eyes. murmuring to your friends that you had enough adrenaline for one day, you promptly turned around, disappearing into the shadows. Bakugou had desperately wanted to run after you, mistaking your defiance for disappointment, but instead he climbed out of the ring and shoved his way into the locker room, breaking down as he realized that he had really lost you forever. little did he know, he would see you again.

months had passed since he had seen you last. a month after the fight, he had trailed over to your apartment, wanting to see you, to make sure you were okay, to explain everything and make amends, to maybe see if he could have you in his life again, however selfish that may be. he worked in a dangerous profession and knew that you being a part of that meant that you were in danger too, with many people wanting him hurt, or even worse, dead, but he also knew that he had taken that choice away from you without ever telling you the truth, afraid of what you might say. he needed to make things right, but when he got to your door, a very confused older lady had opened it, explaining that she had just moved in two weeks ago and the previous tenant was no longer there. 

he spent the next three months exhausting all resources trying to find you to no avail. your friends said you had put in your two weeks and disappeared from work, saying you needed to travel and take time for yourself to see the world. he couldn’t find where you had gone and only hoped that you were safe on a beach somewhere, enjoying life like you had deserved. he fucked up something that was good, too good for him, too pure for him, just because he was scared, and while he would never forgive himself, he was beginning to be okay knowing that you were alive and happy somewhere out there. life continued onwards as he fought, won money, bought nicer things, shut himself off from the world and did whatever he could to fill the void in his heart to no avail. 

it was only when he heard that you were back in town that he began to have hope again. your friends reached out to him and told him that they were going to be at the fight that night, that you had gotten them all tickets, that you were ready to finally talk and see him face to face after all this time. his heart cracked at the thought of the pain that he put you in but he didn’t let your friends know that, replying that he hoped things could go over smoothly and that you were happy. secretly, he would be fighting for you, hoping that you could see him at his worst and still tell him you loved him anyways. even if you came to yell at him and call him a piece of shit, he would welcome it, knowing he could say everything he needed to say and move on one way or another. as long as he could talk to you tonight, things would be okay. 

he texted you right before he began fighting, telling you that he missed you, his vulnerability seeping through with those simple words. you only responded that you would see him soon and good luck. according to everyone he had talked to, this fighter was new, reckless, calculating and not afraid to take risks, but Bakugou was experienced and wasn’t scared of the new guy. he was fighting for you and would do anything to win. 

Bakugou walked into the ring, ignoring the crowd, zeroing in on his opponent. the strange guy had his hood up and his back was facing him but Bakugou still sized him up, determining that he was nothing special. the ref announced that the fight was to begin and Bakugou wasted no time charging, slamming his fist into his opponent.

a wicked laugh rung out, hushing the crowd as everyone stared, incredulous, as the hooded opponent pulled their hood down. it was then that Bakugou stumbled back, nearly dropping to his knees as he stared at your face, blood trickling down your nose and settling in the pits of your teeth. 

“aw, Bakugou, cat got your tongue?” you cooed out, sending him a wave.

one second you were across from him and the next, your knee was planted firmly into his stomach, your right leg going in between his as you hooked your ankle into his knee ditch, hitting the tendon and whisking his left leg out from under him. caught off balance, you reeled your fist back and slammed it into his face, sending him stumbling down onto one knee.

with his face leaning towards the ground, you brought your right knee up to his face, blood spattering as his head was thrown back. he reached out to grab your middle, begged you to stop, asked you what you were doing here. he didn’t care that you were beating the shit out of him, he would let you do that any day if it made you feel better, but to get to a club like his you would’ve had to do a lot of fighting, made some shady deals and dig yourself deep into the pits of hell. you were too pure for this, too pure for him, so why were you here?

“you made the decision for me long ago that i didn’t deserve to be here. i could’ve been in your corner, could’ve been helping you, but instead, you cast me aside for your own selfish reasons. so i made the decision myself. i cut ties with everyone i knew, friends, family, you, so i could become someone you never wanted me to be but someone i’ve always known i was. and now, i’ll just prove to you how little you knew me, just like i never knew you, even though i loved you.”

he tried to tackle you to the ground, his sheer size overpowering you, but you dug your thumbs into the grooves of his neck, his vision going blurry as the blood to his brain was cut off. as soon as his grip loosened, you shoved him away from you, preparing yourself as he scrambled to his feet. your fists reflexively came towards your face, shoulders hunched as you waited for his next move. he wasn’t attempting to hurt you, just make you submit, but you weren’t Bakugou and you weren’t afraid to fight in order to win.

as his body came bolting towards you again, he leaned down, wanting to bear hug you to the ground once more. your fists came out to grab his shoulders and, with his face right in yours, reared your head back to slam it into his nose, blood spraying on your scalp as he reeled back once again. confusion and hurt clouded his eyes as he eyed you up. to you, this wasn’t revenge, you didn’t hate him, but you did need him to know that you weren’t some innocent little girl that he put in danger. you were your own person and you would do anything to win.

he squared his shoulders, his own fists coming up to his face, seriousness setting in his brow, finally taking you for his opponent and not the girl he loved with every fiber of his being. his left fist came out to test your reflexes. you let him test you, let his hand break through your defenses, let him beat into you, let him feel like he was winning. you were waiting for the right moment to end him and you knew it would soon come.

the adrenaline of the fight began to kick in for Bakugou and soon he was a cocky, smiling mess. to him, this fight meant that he could show you that this life wasn’t for you. it wasn’t about forgiveness now but rather saving you from yourself. you didn’t know what you had gotten yourself into and he blamed himself for every allowing it to happen.

he saw you getting weaker, saw how his punches affected you, how the blood ran down your face, how your nose sat a little more crooked, how you spat out the iron liquid every few minutes, your hands bruised and littered in cuts from blocking his attacks. he knew he had to hit you with everything he had, not back down. you deserved to see him at his worst.

Bakugou stepped back and for you, everything happened in slow motion. his left fist came back, ready to punch, when you stepped forward with your right foot, your left hand going into his shoulder, dislocating it from the socket, ducking underneath his other arm as you swept his feet out from under him, his face planting to the ground, knocking him out cold from the sheer pain and impact. you stood, unmoving over his body as the ref climbed onto the stage to raise your hand in victory. you watched as Bakugou rolled onto his back and then sat up, eyes boring into yours, confusion laced in his gaze. wordlessly, you crawled next to him, popping his shoulder back into place without warning, not even flinching as he screamed out in agony. 

you stood up, swaying slightly as people booed and cheered at you. you saw your family, friends, coworkers, anyone you knew that would be willing to come, all lined up, watching you with wide, scared eyes. the look of awe and understanding on their faces was something that you would never forget. 

without turning around, you spoke loudly, “if you want to talk, we can talk, but i believe now you’ll know that you made the wrong choice. i could’ve been by your side but now i’m in too deep, too power hungry, too addicted to the taste of blood in my mouth, to the adrenaline running through my veins, that i can never turn back. you either accept me as i am, as you allowed me to be, or turn back now, but know that nothing you do will change me. i am who i’ve always meant to be: powerful.”

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We hope you enjoy the Underground server’s first official collab! [Warning!!! This collab contains a LOT of dark content.]

“Welcome to the city’s seedy underbelly. Not sure how you found this place. What… did you stumble down the drain pipes or somethin’? Well, if you’re not lookin’ for all things dirty and depraved, you’ve got no business here. Illegal raves, fight clubs, drugs… shit, if you’re lookin’ for some real fun, we’ve even got a few brothels down here.

Be sure to watch your step. Wouldn’t wanna get into any trouble; at least not the type you didn’t ask for. Oh… and do yourself a favor: read the fuckin’ signs before you go in anywhere. No one’s gonna pat your head if you see something you don’t like.

Good luck, and remember, this is your life… and it’s ending one minute at a time.”

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[candychronicles]

stay tuned for 12 pm est! it’ll be a good one hehe 

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Hey @candychronicles​ ! I’m your Secret Santa for the BNHArem collab! I hope you enjoy this fic! Hawks is such a weird one for me to write so fingies crossed you’re into this portrayal of him XD. Blahd ;lsdjf OKAY HERE GOES. Thank you @brttpaige​ for allowing me to use your AMAZING HAWKS for my banner! And thank you @kingkatsuki​ for looking it over for me :D

Warnings !!!!IMPORTANT!!!!!18+ only, heavy trigger warnings, empty threat of murder, graphic description of bleeding out, edgeplay, blood play, knife play, consensual permanent marking using a knife, romantic shit. From like, a healthy BDSM standpoint since that’s most of my blog, I personally don’t condone permanent marking. To each their own etc etc. I love it in fiction though HNG

Word Count: About 800.

𝐼𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑒𝓃𝒿𝑜𝓎 𝓂𝓎 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓀, 𝓅𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝓊𝓅𝓅𝑜𝓇𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓂𝑒 𝑜𝓃 𝒫𝒶𝓉𝓇𝑒𝑜𝓃.

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[candychronicles]

THIS IS PURE ART!! honestly the imagery and descriptions, the vulnerability, the desperation, absolutely incredible. i will probably re-read this an embarrassing amount of times. thank you so so much, this was absolutely chef’s kiss and i’m truly in loveeeeeee

please for the love of god do not read this without reading the warnings. this is some heavy stuff and may be triggering!

[candychronicles]

white christmas // s. todoroki

A/N: this is my secret santa for the bnharem server! i was able to write for the lovely @burnedbyshoto​! they had some great ideas and i took one and ran with it. hope you enjoy <3

CHARACTER PAIRING: Shouto Todoroki x F!Reader

WORD COUNT: 2650

WARNINGS: fighting, blood, oral (m!receiving), sorta nasty sex, lots of bodily fluids

SYNOPSIS: Christmas is supposed to be a magical time of the year but for some, it turns into disaster. 

“shit.”

that was the only word you could repeat in your head over and over again as you slunk through the streets in the shadows, careful to keep your com snug in your ear so you could be prepared to jump in where it was needed. a huge heist broke out in one of the busiest parts of the city on Christmas Eve no less. while many families spent their time with their loved ones, baking cookies, listening to cheerful Christmas music, dancing in the multicolored glow of tree lights, you were banged up and bruised and not in a fun way. 

the coms crackled and you struggled to listen, slowing your breathing and pressing the slim tech piece close to your ear. in your deep focus, you didn’t realize that the voice in your ear was warning you to move out of your position immediately and once you finally did, it was too late. 

a searing blast hit you from the left, slamming you into the concrete wall and knocking the breath out of you. your ears rang as they struggled to focus on what had just happened and your eyes blinked harshly against the smoke. coughing, you slowly began to sit up, attempting to stop your head from spinning, teeth clenched as you covered your mouth to filter out the dust in the air. you had barely just regained enough strength to get up when a hand reached out to steady you, pulling you up by the armpits and straight into their arms.

“Sho-?” you questioned, finally piecing together who was holding you in a death grip against them.

“are you alright?” he finally asked, pulling you back by your shoulders to look your face over. when his eyes flickered over your state with a grimace, you knew you probably weren’t okay.

“i’ll be fine. just got the wind knocked out of me. give me a few more moments and we can head back into the thick of it.”

“you’re not heading anywhere except out of here,” he said decisively, picking you up like you were nothing and heading out of the debris quickly, eyes peeled for any potential villains still around. 

you had almost just made it when he quickly dropped you back onto your feet, your hands flailing to catch ahold of his shoulders before you fell. he didn’t need to tell you to stay close. you two knew how to work together in even the worst of situations, a well-oiled machine after years of saving each other's lives and tonight was no different.

“i’ll be fine. let’s just kick some ass and get out of here,” you reassured before spinning around and planting your feet, your back pressed against his as you watched seven assailants circle you with hungry, predatory eyes. 

Shouto made the first move, sending a sheet of ice towards the weakest looking link, trapping him effectively before he even had a chance to register what was going on. the other six looked on with weary curiosity before they all charged at once.

you immediately took hold of the ice that Shouto left behind, liquifying it to whip one assailant against a wall, knocking him out cold and drenching him in freezing water. unfortunately, it seemed as if the other five actually knew how to work together as a team, moving in close so that you were at the disadvantage. 

while Shouto attempted to keep most of them from moving in by using both his fire and ice, you began picking them off. the first one to slip past had little control over his quirk. he sent strange objects flying towards you but you were able to trap them in your water, hearing a satisfying thud as you whipped one back towards his head. he dropped to the ground, dead weight to his teammates now, and you turned around to find that Shouto had trapped another goon in his ice. 

just three more to go.

the next one came at you so fast you didn’t have time to use your quirk. instead, as charged you with unbridled rage, you dodged, sending your fist straight up into his gut, hearing him choke and splutter behind you. his own fist came back to whip you across the head, sending shooting pain up your skull, but you just turned around to grab his shoulder with your right hand, spinning him towards you and sending your left fist flying into his face. your knee came to his stomach once more and with a thud, you headbutted him, watching as he reeled back, clutching his head. you then used the water that had gathered on the ground to slam him against the wall.

when you were able to catch your breath, you looked up to see Shouto, exhausted but alive as the last two assailants laid on the ground beneath his feet. your relief was cut short, however, when an eighth person slipped out from the shadows, striding quickly up to your lover. he quickly sent a burst of ice towards the final villain but it crumbled midair, shattered pieces scattering the ground. the man was upon Shouto before either of you could even comprehend and with one quick grasp, the villain had the battered Todoroki shrieking in pain, clutching his head and falling to the ground, blood pouring from his nose.

your own blood was pounding as you rushed the villain, not giving a second thought to what would happen to you. all you saw was the one man you loved more than anything in this world dying and you would do anything to save him. the assailant dropped Todoroki’s head and rushed towards you, dodging your fist and water whip with practiced ease, grabbing onto your head.

suddenly, you could understand why your partner was screaming so loudly. the pain was unbearable, like hot white lava coursing through your veins. immediately, you began choking on your own blood, coughing it up and trying to breathe in between spurts. you wanted to give up, to do anything to get rid of this pain that was tearing you from the inside but then you saw Shouto, crawling towards you with determination in his face, refusing to give up because he couldn’t lose you, not yet, not ever.

with his tear streaked cheeks in your vision, you managed to calm your brain enough to retaliate. you didn’t want to do this, didn’t like killing, but you would for him, would do anything to keep him alive, even at the cost of your humanity. with one shaky yet undaunted hand, you clasped the criminal’s arm, squeezing tightly. you could feel the blood pulsing underneath his skin, could feel how the veins connected throughout his body, and with your own head threatening to burst, you screamed, rupturing the blood vessels and veins in his head, his neck, anywhere you could think of. you didn’t care how he died, you just wanted to be safe, for Shouto to be safe, to selfishly live another day at the cost of someone else.

when the villain dropped to his knees, his hand released from your head and you could instantly breathe again. blood still trickled from your nose, ears and mouth but you could begin regaining some semblance of normalcy again. a warm hand grabbed your own and you flinched, relaxing once you realized Shouto had managed to stumble his way towards you. tears began spilling out of your eyes before you could stop yourself, hugging onto your lover like your life depended on it, which, in this moment, it almost did.

“i thought i lost you,” you sobbed into his chest, clutching onto him tight, breathing in his sweet scent mixed with ash and blood. “i thought you were going to die. i didn’t care what needed to be done, i had to save you, i had to make sure you were okay.”

“i was the one who should’ve protected you. i should’ve been more aware, alert, ready to attack. they shouldn’t have been able to lay a hand on you but they did and i’m so sorry,” Shouto whispered into your hair, rocking you back and forth in a vain attempt to soothe you.

your hand reached out to shakily touch his face, tracing his scar like you always did when admiring him, brushing away dirt and barely dry blood. you had truly thought that you were both going to die and that there was nothing that could be done. in that moment, nothing mattered to you except showing Shouto how much you loved him and how he alone gave you the strength to fight. 

“merry fucking christmas to us,” you laughed bitterly before pressing your lips to his forehead. “i know this is not how we were planning on spending our christmas eve but i don’t want our plans to get ruined just because of what happened tonight.”

with a confused and dazed look on his face, you brought your lips to his, tongue slipping in to gently massage his gums, tasting the blood in your mouth mixing with his. maybe it was the adrenaline from the fight, maybe it was the desperation to show him how much you loved him, maybe it was the simple fact that your boyfriend was so pretty, but you couldn’t help but want to fuck him senseless. 

your hands came to rest on his chest, pushing him down against the cold ground, peppering his face with kisses, down to his neck, resting on his pulse point. you felt his throat bob, felt the blood rushing through his veins, felt how hard he got underneath you. the loss of blood mixed with adrenaline left you feeling like you were going to pass out from ecstasy and things hadn’t even started. with one last nip to his neck, you worked your way down his body, pinching anywhere you could reach, taking little time to admire his body as you practically ripped his pants off.

“what are you-?” he questioned, immediately hissing as your warm mouth met the tip of his cock. 

“i can’t live another second without you,” you answered honestly, eyes trained on his face as you began licking stripes up his shaft.

Shouto didn’t know what to think or do but his own mind was hazy from the blood loss and intensity of the situation. you two had almost just died, lost everything you worked towards in mere seconds, all because of his inability to protect you. that thought had him nearly crying in anger but he held it back, relishing in the feeling of you here, safe, with him. he vowed to do better, starting now.

your mouth had only been working on his cock for a couple minutes before his hand tangled itself into your hair, pulling you from him. you whined, confused and hurt, wanting to show him how much you loved him before looking into his eyes and realizing what was happening. there was so much guilt, so much anger, so much desire that you didn’t think you could look for another second. 

he surged upon you with a jolt, his other hand finding purchase on your back as he began to feverishly kiss you, pulling you impossibly close to him, teeth gnashing. you were on your back in seconds, his hungry lips never leaving your body. he licked the sweat and blood that pooled down your neck, loving the way you tasted, like there was no sweeter nectar than you. he had to show you how sorry he was and how dedicated he could be, how attentive he would be, how he would never let himself live this down. you felt his frustration in every nip to your skin, every bruise he left on your body, every pinch and grasp of his hands. he was ruthless, relentless, mixing blood with saliva, coating you in dirt, soaking you to the bone. 

your pants were shoved down your legs harshly, scraping against the cold ground. you shivered at the feeling of it but gasped when his spit landed on your pussy. the contrast had your back arching, a rough palm coming down on your abdomen to hold you in place. he parted your folds with cold fingers, rubbing the warm spit into your hole, fingers squelching as it mixed with your arousal and blood. he spit on his own cock, not wanting to waste another second not being inside of you. he needed to be with you, be as close to you as possible, remind you how much he loved you and how he would be there for you, just like you wanted to do to him.

his cock stretched you to the brim as it always did, but he slipped in with ease, the mix of liquids allowing him to thrust into you mercilessly. you weren’t sure what came over him or yourself even but all you knew in that moment was that you needed to be with him to the fullest extent possible. 

his pace was rough, hips snapping into your own, your legs wrapped tight around him, pulling him as close as possible, lips melding together, breathing in each other's breath, hands tangled in each other's bodies. there was no rhyme or reason, no soft nothings whispered in ears, tender looks or soft kisses. this was to simply prove that you were both alive, both here on this earth, both there for one another in every way possible. 

your legs shook, vision blurred, breath quick and labored as you approached your orgasm. Shouto was chasing his own, obsessed by your whines and moans, the solid feeling of you underneath him. he didn’t care about anything except this moment, the here and now. he would never take another moment with you for granted. 

with one last rough snap of his hips, his fingers roughly rubbing your clit, you came with a cry. your gummy walls sucking him in allowed him to finish only seconds after you, his own moans finally ringing out as the adrenaline reached its peak. he collapsed on you, eyes fluttering closed and breaths shallow and you passed out right after him, letting your vision get hazy until your mind went black. 

it could’ve been minutes or years before you two woke back up but the dark sky told you that you weren’t asleep for long. Shouto had already slipped out of you, clumsily pulling his pants back up before helping you, wincing as he saw all the damage to your body: some his, some the villains. 

“i love you,” was all he said, pressing a kiss to your still throbbing temple before you two began shuffling out of the mess. 

it took all of ten minutes to find a rescue squad and by the looks on their faces, you two were in bad shape. they attempted to help you but you two refused to part sides, not wanting to be away from each other for even a moment. the intensity of it all was wearing out and in its wake left exhaustion and pain but even as you two stumbled and struggled to get back to the medical staff, you never stopped holding onto each other. it was only when you could finally sit down and get looked at that you stepped away, fingers lingering on one another before you separated.

“hey Sho?” you called out before he left, his eyes turning to you, a tilt of his head showing that he was listening. “Merry Christmas,” you said with a cheesy salute, turning around to head to the medical tent.

it was only when you sat down and looked at your pants that you saw creamy white streaks of cum settling into the fabric. with a chuckle, you halfheartedly tried to wipe it away before shrugging, muttering to yourself about having a white Christmas after all.

[princess-marida]

Happy Holidays to @candychronicles ! From their BNHArem Secret Santa <3

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[candychronicles]

this. this right here is the cutest thing ever. the thoughtful details you put into it?? absolute magic. his squishy little cheeks? absolute magic. this has my heart just bursting with happiness. thank u so so much my friend <33333 HAPPY HOLIDAYS!

[candychronicles]

words unspoken // a collection of love letters

A/N: this is my secret santa for the anilysium server! i got to write for the lovely @miyarinrin​! i decided on writing a few little love letters, something i did last year and had a ton of fun doing. hope you enjoy <3

CHARACTER PAIRING: Kuroo Tetsurou, Hitoshi Shinsou, Giyuu Tomioka x reader (all adults)

WORD COUNT: 1008

WARNINGS: just a sappy collection of letters!

SYNOPSIS: sometimes it’s easier to put pen to paper, and in this case, a few of your loves did just that. 

uh, hi?

i’m not really sure how to start this. how do people write letters? it feels like some cliche 80’s movie thing but i know it would make you happy, much happier than a text, and there’s no way in hell i could say this to you in person just quite yet. i mean, it seems like i’m relaxed, like there’s not much going on in the world, like i’m just happy to be happy, but it’s you who really brings the happiness out in me. i’m just some dork, nobody special, eager to prove to the world how smart i can really be, how dedicated i can become to a life i want to live. it’s you who pushes me on though, you who cheers for me, brings me food when i’m too tired to eat, runs me a bath when i am so overworked i can’t even clean myself, runs your fingers through my hair so i can actually sleep. don’t think for a second that i don’t notice you selflessly running yourself into the ground at times to support me in my dreams. this letter is just a prelude of what’s to come. one day i’ll have enough money to support you tenfold. you can become the person you always wanted to and i’ll be your cheerleader, i can promise you that. and then we’ll both be happy, living our lives like we’ve always wanted. i know it seems so farfetched now as we meander by as adults but we’re so close to getting there that i can see a light at the end of the tunnel. just hang with me a bit longer sweetheart and we will have it all. 

yours always, 

Kuroo

love,

Denki suggested i do this so here i am, trying to figure this whole letter thing out. i want to be more romantic, i really do, but this seems a little cheesy to be writing a love letter. i could just say these things to your face but he insists on me writing it down so that you can save it. i turned him down though when he said to spray cologne all over it. that’s a little too questionable, even for me. so here goes nothing…

you’ve known for a long time that i’ve wanted to be a pro. and now that i’m here, i don’t really know what to do with my life. i’ve proved to everyone that my quirk does not mean that i’m a villain. you’ve fought beside me, both metaphorically and physically, to make sure that everyone saw my true potential. you didn’t waver as i struggled through highschool and well into adulthood, attempting to live my life authentically. but what kind of life would i have had if i hadn’t asked you to be my partner? i don’t know why i had ever thought that you would say no but that idea was embedded deep into my head for awhile. i mean, did we want to ruin the friendship that we had spent years building? but i knew that i needed you to be by my side as more than a friend and i knew i wanted to spoil you more than i could in those regards too. so i swept away my anxiety and asked you without hesitation, expecting the worst but hoping for the best. and now here we are, still together.

as i’m writing this, i continue to find it hard to believe that you’ve dealt with my shit for so long, the late nights of worrying, fighting, studying, striving to be better than ever. i know you’ll say i’ve done the same for you but it feels like nothing i’ll ever do will be good enough to thank you for being with me. 

the only thing i can think of right now is how i want you by my side forever. how i hope to be able to, over my lifetime, make you as happy as you’ve made me. so if you could do me a favor and turn around to look at me, i’d really appreciate it. i’ve got a real important question to ask you.

-Shinsou

p.s. i hope you say yes otherwise this letter will be quite embarrassing.

hello,

i don’t really know what to say, so here i am writing it. it’s not that i don’t feel this way but rather, i just don’t know how to express it. i hope in the way i let you sleep in for a few minutes, how food is always prepared for you, how i tuck your hair behind your ear when it slips into your face, how i run you a hot bath after a grueling mission, how to try to protect you with every fiber of my being, shows you how much i care. words are not my strong suit but i still desperately need you to know that i love you, that i would be lost without you, that you are a key part of my existence. everything i do in life is to create a world where we can live in safely, where we can be happy together without the fear of death by demons. this world is cruel and unjust and proving to be much more confusing. life and death isn’t so black and white, but rather ugly shades of gray that muddle together so much it’s hard to understand where one concept ends and the other begins. that said, the only thing that is crystal clear to me is you and my affection towards you. there’s no question about that, no uncomfortable feelings, not anymore. you understand me, protect the protector, give me space when needed and smother me when i can’t comprehend life. i’ll forever appreciate you being by my side and will fight, with my very last breath if i have to, for a life that you can live safely in. i won’t fail to protect you like i have with so many others, that’s a promise.

sincerely, 

Giyuu

[candychronicles]

Writing santa. Good LORD I hope you like blood and marking because I... may have gone overboard.

IFFDLHFJDFH

sorry uuuh yes i sure as shit love blood and marking. pls i'm so excited this will be fantastic, absolute chef's kiss

hope ur doing well my friend <3

[candychronicles]

bnha secret santa comin' through!!!

hi darling!! i saw your bday was at the start of the month!!! congrats!!!

gosh the 25th is just around the corner, ngl im a bit anxious; considering i dont have my work station and my tablet is boxed somewhere but we still have 2 weeks left and i sure as hell finish your gift on time.... still anxious tho LOL

just passing my to say hi and see how youve been doing ;)

remember to take your necessary breaks! take care now! see ya real soon :D

hi my lovely santa friend <3 yes my bday was earlier this month! nothing too exciting but it was nice to celebrate with family.

don't worry about it and don't stress yourself out. i know whatever you create will be so lovely! i'm so very excited hehe

thank you for stopping by and can't wait to hear from you on christmas!

[candychronicles]

Hi! This isn’t your secret santa, I just wanted to check in and see how you’re doing. Hope everything is going well!

hiya pal! thank you for stopping by to check in <3 i've got a lot of end of the year school stuff coming up and my car just broke down so i'm hunting for money for a new one (yippie!) but i'm doing a-okay otherwise! it'll be great to have some time off of school for the semester! hope you're also doing well and that everything is going great for you :)

[candychronicles]

hello hello!! bnharem secret santa coming through!

Not much to say today, just wanting to send good vibes your way for your school projects. You can do this!

xoxoxoxo

hiya friend!

thanks so much for reaching out <3 i've had a rough past week and the good vibes for school are much appreciated. hope you're having a lovely day/night and don't forget to drink lots of water!

[candychronicles]

Writer Santa here :)

Tw: violence, kidnapping, dark content stuff

If you’re into the rough stuff can you tell me your limits as far as dark content go? Then I should be ready to get started with one more anon about scenario!

tw: dark content !!! (dubcon, noncon, v*mit, etc)

hi my friend :) i prefer dubcon over noncon but if you prefer to write non instead, that is completely fine! my only absolute hard limits is no mention of vomit or actual pregnancy. breeding talk is fine though! i'm fine with blood, piss, weapons, and so on. graphic descriptions are completely fine too.

thanks so much for reaching out!

[candychronicles]

hello hello! bnharem secret santa here! How you doin'? I got your selfie and can i just say how pretty you look??? Gosh i ADORE that shade of hair dye; will certainly will be fun to play with pallet wise heehee

how is school treating you, lovely? try to get breaks, your brain wont work any better if it's been working non stop. a little nap, some comfort food and then get back to it should do the trick ;)

now tell me; how long have you been in the bnha fandom? what made you want to watch/read it in the first place? i will always remember watching the second movie without any previous knowledge just because my little brother wanted to go watch it and i was absolutely fixated. bakugo certainly made a great impact. i consider this my fav movie because it got me into it even without knowing anything and got great character content i simply adored.

kisses and hugs all around <3

you're going to make me blush you're such a lovely human <333 thank you so so much i appreciate your kind words endlessly

school is kicking my butt!! i've got a huge presentation due this week and another next week but i'm just going to wing it and hope for the best. i tend to do okay with presentations but i think the sheer length and professionalism i have to go through with this next one is just making me extra anxious. it'll be all over soon and i won't have to worry about it though. i've definitely been relaxing plenty :)

i've been in the fandom since i wanna say the end of 2018?? right after i graduated high school i really started getting into anime with my ex and actually his brother showed me bnha. i wasn't even into it at first but then i really dug into it by myself and absolutely fell in love like i do with most anime hyper-fixations lol. the second movie so so so good, i liked it better than the first or even the new third one tbh but i just think it was more emotional and intense. bakugou is definitely an absolute chef's kiss first character to get into. so happy you were able to join this fandom!!

sending love back to you my friend !!!

[candychronicles]

hi! this is illustrator secret santa and im from bnharem :D i honestly got a little heart attack when i saw you got another secret santa message and i thought "oh no im i wrong here?" my poor heart

anyways, youre free to send Bee a new reference :D i think it would be better

and very well! i'll keep your tastes in mind ;)

ooohhh and final exams are imminent arent they? ajsdhgf they normally are during mid-end of november. what are you studying?

good luck with your semester! you can do this!

no worries! i think some people may be getting two as well because of the few last minute adds so don't panic! either way, you're in the right place and i'm excited to have you.

i sent bee a reference but if you need more photos, let me know! i don't have many without makeup on haha

my finals are the second week of december and i'm dreading every second of it. some of my classes are sooner (one is next week and i'm crying) but for the most part, i have time to study! i'm a biology major so my brain is made for memorization at this point. thank you very much for the encouragement!!

[candychronicles]

hello hello!!!! your bnharem secret santas here! how you've been doin'?? just passing by to wish you a good day, hope youre eating, drinking water, and taking meds if you so need :) Good thing I planned on doing an illustration for you ;)

I wanna get to know you more before i bombard you with prompt questions but just to get it off the list; in the illustration would you like to look how you do in your profile? (it's so cute btw) also; do you wanna be in a sandwich or would you prefer a one-on-one interaction? ;)

sending you a big hug! good day/night!

hi my lovely secret santa friend!! i'm doing good and taking care of myself but i'm painfully busy :( it'll be all good after this semester is over!

my profile is so painfully old! depending on which secret santa you're from (because i'm a glutton for punishment and have joined several secret santas hehe), i can send an updated photo to someone who can send it your way if you'd like, but it also doesn't matter if you want to reference my profile photo to make it easier on you <3

i would absolutely love a sandwich but i am truly the easiest person to please so if you get a particular hankering to draw something in particular, go for it, it'll absolutely make my heart happy!!!

hope you are also staying well and taking care of yourself my friend

[candychronicles]

Hi Candy! This is hello from your secret santa! I’m excited to start writing your fic and getting to know you up until Christmas! I just wanted to start by asking whether in your fics you preferred the reader to be more dominant, bratty or submissive? And I know you don’t like pet play but do you mind collars or other items of ownership like that? - your secret santa🎄

hello secret santa friend so excited to meet you :) i am a switch so please feel free to write that however you'd like! i'll just be happy receiving a fic from your lovely self. items of ownership are totally okay! i just don't particularly like some specifics of pet play like caging for example. thanks for checking in with me and i can't wait to see what you write!