28. Queer. See the pinned post for links to my writing. Will tag fandoms for spoilers. Currently hyperfixated My Hero Academia. Bits and pieces of other fandoms. I write stuff. Oh and reblogging is fine with me no matter what I have posted, I release my insanity into the world with full knowledge that others can then do with it as they will. Minors dni
My AO3 where almost all of my writing can be found.
The After which is an angst heavy Bakudeku chaptered fic set ten years after the show (though I wrote it after season 6 so it's probably canon divergent now) mostly dealing with Izuku processing the trauma of having been the chosen one, and a now older and wiser Bakugo supporting him through that
I'm a winged insect, you're a funeral pyre Jayvik canon divergence, where Jayce leaves with Viktor and joins his cult (ten percent smut, ninety percent yearning, a lil spooky)
you think I'd give up? I send Jayvik to the Magnus Archives cabin in Scotland to think about what they've done, and also kiss on the lips, because if you act like jonmartin you get sent on the traditional tragic gay time out in Scotland I guess?
The one Witcher fic I have written, and the most successful thing I've posted to AO3 (filth but with emotions): you asked me to burn, well here I am in flames
My Hero Academia kinktober fics:
Kinktober 2025, Kinktober 2023
Everything else below the cut
AO3 fics:
Destiel:
I’m So Dirty Babe (my longform, kinky, Destiel murder AU with heart, I am very proud of this, please read it but maybe bring tissues....)
Accidents Don’t Just Happen Accidentally (I’d swear this was also on tumblr but I can’t find it)
The Cage of Your Eyes (again, can’t find it on tumblr)
A lot of what I loved about the book of Good Omens is the way that the ending is just... Mundane, optimistically normal. Yes there have been all these big dramatic stakes, but in the end those aren't what actually matter, it's the silly little human things. I just don't think season three (or, in context, season two) managed that. Even if they end up human that doesn't change the fact that the plot was all big people and big stakes and melodramatic actions. The human element is no less lost by making them human, if anything it's a blatant denial of the humanity they already possessed, it removes the mess of them. We lose the flaws. It's a deeply oppositional point and I Don't Like It
I also just really do not like the trope where the character who is somehow other has to either give up that otherness in order to be happy, or stay themselves while being sad and isolated from the world. It reeks of prejudice and, while I think it had a place a century or two ago, I really wish we could leave it there
I just think that the versions with all the trauma, suffering and history deserved a happy ending. I don’t think the take away should be that the only way to get a happy ending is for those things to have never happened to you.
Sometimes it's not about need. We don't NEED a kiss. It's about the fact that if this was a straight romance there WOULD have been a kiss, and we want equal treatment.
It's, also, about the fact that in a finale that simply did not have the time to properly show the last third of this love story, certainly not with the subtlety that had previously been present, what they could have done EASILY is given us the NORMAL EXPECTED KISS SCENE THAT HAPPENS AT THE CLIMATIC MOMENT IN ALMOST EVERY ROMANCE. It's a good way to convey a lot of emotions fast and that's why EVERY OTHER STORY HAS IT. It's dumb at best and homophobic at worst, and THAT'S the problem.
So tired of watching David Tennant play a non human entity, who cannot be with the love of his life due to his non humanity, whose love then ends up with a human clone of him, only for the actual him to sacrifice himself for the sake of humanity having never known true peace and happiness. Weird for one version of that to be universally acknowledged as tragic while the other is allegedly a happy ending. Weirder that the happy version is the one where they don't even have the memories of who they were before
My mother keeps telling people I write fanfiction. If any of my extended family members or elderly family friends are tech savvy enough to somehow track me down... You know what? You didn't ask for consent so I'm not even sorry. Enjoy the emotional damage I guess?
Thank you to everyone who took part in Kinktober 2025! We're up to 5724 works in the AO3 collection, and we'll keep it open indefinitely for any late submissions.
Did we as a fandom know that Joey Batey spent a notable part of his childhood living in Dublin with his aunt? Because I did not know that, and the way he sometimes sounds kinda Irish has been a mystery that's been driving me crazy for SO MANY YEARS
Help, Joey Batey is so nice 😫 that was all I could have wanted out of a celebrity interaction. He really took his time with everyone waiting for signings and interacted with you like an actual human, warm and genuine and lovely.
The talk about the book itself, he spoke so intelligently, fascinating to listen to, I would have happily listened to him talk for hours.
I really try not to give a shit about anyone famous these days but, yeah, still love him
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Shinsou Hitoshi
Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Shinsou Hitoshi
Additional Tags: Dominant Shinsou Hitoshi, Submissive Bakugou Katsuki, Bakugou Katsuki is a Brat, Sadism, Masochism, Coming Untouched, Forced Orgasm, Dry Orgasm, Sexual Overstimulation, Face Slapping, Consensual Mind Control, Multiple Orgasms, Cock & Ball Torture, Degradation, Heavy BDSM, Painful Sex, Anal Sex, Risk Aware Consensual Kink, Kinktober 2025
Word count: 2,398
Summary: Kinktober day 2: coming untouched.
It was a little like waking up from a dream where you’re falling, that dizzying pull in your stomach, only to feel yourself hit the floor next to your bed. There was awareness of the reality, but not the awareness that it was reality, and the disorientation lasted far beyond the fall.
It was a lot like that.
Hitoshi’s voice, telling him to come, rattling in the unreality. His body, obeying. The slap that woke him from his control. The helpless feeling as his body could not stop what it had started. Untouched, not even hard, miserable.
No one made him miserable like Hitoshi could.
No one would dare.
“Please Shouta,” Hizashi’s eyes found his husband’s, pleading, desperate.
Not broken.
And that was never enough.
“No. Keep going.”
Shouta only spared him the briefest of glances, cursory if not for the fire that burned there. Maybe he would have looked uncaring to others, but not to Hizashi, he knew him too well.
Knew he would never get off that lightly.
He sobbed, returned to stroking his aching cock, toes curling in the carpet.
“Don’t come.”
“I fucking know!”
Shouta chuckled, made another note in red pen, didn’t look at him again.
He wanted to leave their home office, wanted to take his husband to bed, wanted those eyes to find him and never look away again. He wanted to come.
He needed this. They both did.
A survival mechanism, as much as anything.
Sometimes this was the only thing that made him feel real. It was so easy to get lost in the performance of personhood, so easy to forget how to be a person at all.
When he started to drift away he could rely on Shouta to help him back down.
With cruelty, with control.
He liked it best when Shouta touched him, hurt him, fucked him, but in any relationship compromises had to be made.
Energy was so limited for his love, his beautiful Shouta, who had precious little to spare. He gave as generously as he was able, but always there was a cost. Losses most keenly felt in these quiet times, the end of the day when there was nothing in reserve for the two of them to share.
Hizashi’s libido had always been far more active (overactive, perhaps) than Shouta’s, but he knew that wasn’t why sex had become such a rarity.
It didn’t matter, in times like these, not enough to justify sapping a resource so valuable. There were more important things.
The world needed him.
Hizashi needed him too.
So they found their ways.
Sweat dripping from Hizashi’s brow, soaking his hair, beading from every pore as he writhed on the floor. His own hands, but always at Shouta’s command, belonging to him like the rest. Like everything.
Shouta flicked a dial and Hizashi’s back arched, panting heavily as the vibrator inside him thrummed harder. Deep and unrelenting as Shouta’s fingers were, on the nights when he had energy to use them, tormenting him with skilled hands and a wicked tongue.
He found so many ways to drive him crazy. Hizashi loved every one. Loved every second he got to spend with this man.
It was ridiculous. He could have cried with overstimulation and denial. He should have felt resentment, yet here he was, smitten as he had ever been.
“Love you.”
“You get stupid when you’re being tortured.”
“Stupid for you.”
“Always have been, haven’t you?” Shouta’s voice was deep and quiet and warm, as it always got, when he was saying something that meant the same thing as ‘love you too’, even if a stranger wouldn’t have understood the meaning. Hizashi knew.
He could have come from that voice, but he didn’t. He hadn’t been allowed.
He was obedient on the days like these. He only played the brat when Shouta had the energy to tame him.
“You want to come?” Shouta finally put down the pen, laced his hands together as he leaned forwards on his elbows, ran an index finger across his lower lip.
Hizashi wanted to be that finger. Wanted those lips. Wanted to be devoured by them.
“Want you to touch me.”
Shouta hummed, considering, didn’t move from his seat behind the desk. Far away. Too far.
“Pick one.”
Hizashi’s breath caught. Now that was just mean.
“Shouta please.”
A raised eyebrow.
Fuck.
He was going to say no.
“No.”
He took it back. He hated this man with every fibre of his being.
“You’re a rat bastard.”
His words were simply received with that crooked grin, the usual trouble, the menace he had married.
“Which do you want more? Me, or you can finish with your hand.”
He knew what he would choose. It was always the same answer, always would be.
“You, please Sho, need you.”
Shouta’s gaze softened a little at the words, even as he prepared to leave him unsatisfied and used.
Now this, this had nothing to do with his lack of energy.
He was just a complete and total dick.
With an amazing dick. That he knew how to use. That Hizashi would sacrifice far more than an orgasm for if he was actually being honest.
Shouta gave a full body yawn (shirt rising up maddeningly. Hizashi wanted to lick every inch of him, again) and stood.
“Bed.”
“Yeah, okay.”
He rose to shaky feet, jerking halfway across the room when Shouta cranked the vibrator to high.
“Come on Zashi, lean on me.”
He did, grumpily. The nerve of him, acting all chivalrous like he wasn’t the reason he was struggling to stand to begin with.
He could practically feel the smug satisfaction radiating from his husband with every torturous step.
Hizashi craved sex, and control, sure, but Shouta was the fucking sadist.
Which was, admittedly, why Hizashi liked to brat to begin with.
He just loved seeing his husband happy.
Even if that was so often at his expense.
Maybe especially.
He’d catalogued his husband’s smiles, and he cherished every one, but man… the one he got when he did something truly diabolical… that was the smile that had made him fall in love.
Shouta let go of the grip on him before unceremoniously falling face first on the bed.
“Shouta,” Hizashi poked him in the leg. “You promised me sex.”
He groaned, turning his head enough that an eye was just about visible through the thicket of unruly hair.
“Did not.”
Hizashi cocked one hand on his hip, doing his best to glare down at his husband with any level of menace, an effort not made any easier by the vibrator still buzzing away in his ass or the unrelenting rigidity of his dick.
“If you go to sleep on me I will absolutely end your life.”
Shouta flopped onto his back with all the grace of a landed fish, stared up at him, and smirked.
“Well go on then. Take what you want.”
Hizashi gave an exasperated sigh.
“I genuinely can’t tell if you’re being sadistic or lazy.”
He wiggled out of his clothes.
“I said you could have me, never said I would help.”
“For the love of-“ He bit his lip, took a breath, saw. Shouta looked so tired. “I’ll ride you, but hold me while I do.”
“Always,” his smile was a little sad, a little yearning. “I’ve got you.”
“Yeah, know you do.”
He crawled up the bed, leaning in to press a long, desperate, kiss to Shouta’s lips. He kissed back with that same longing, in that they were always equal.
“Love you so much Zashi. Wish I had more-“
“Don’t. Please, sir…” he didn’t know how to express what he was asking for. The honorific was enough, perhaps. He needed the dynamic, to break through the truth.
Shouta’s expression sharpened, settled.
“Get me hard.”
Yeah, okay.
A hand tangled in his hair, pulling taut and dragging him down. He resisted a little, just to feel it tug, even as he opened his mouth and reached out his tongue.
It was never difficult to get Shouta hard, all it ever really took was the run of his tongue down his shaft, a graze against his balls, maybe a little light suction around the tip. He was easy to please, when his attention was not split, but…
Hizashi wasn’t.
And besides, wasn’t this all about power?
He wasn’t sure which of them loved it more when, having done enough initial petting to have him firming in his mouth, he forced himself down until his throat contracted around the intrusion, until his eyes watered and his head grew light.
He loved it most when Shouta’s hand reflexively tightened in his hair and held him there, when he groaned and twitched and did not let go.
He let his body relax, closed his eyes and floated there, comfortable in his discomfort. Peaceful. Home.
He whined when Shouta pulled him off, once he had finished gasping in air, trying to sink back down and reclaim what belonged to him.
Shouta chuckled, leaned down and licked a tear from his cheek, smug satisfaction radiating from him like it always did.
“Always so impatient love.”
“It’s been hours Shouta, come on.”
“Hours? No, that doesn’t sound right, I only finished work moments ago.”
Hizashi blinked once, twice.
“I want a divorce.”
Shouta snorted.
“Don’t be a brat.”
He pulled him up until he was straddling him, lifting his weight like it was nothing, leaving Hizashi breathless once again.
Shouta’s hands came to settle on his thighs, touch equal parts soothing and claiming, fingers shifting on his skin.
“Fuck yourself with the toy for me.”
“Oh come on Sho, I’ve been good, so good, for so long.”
“Good?” He raised an eyebrow. “I don’t know about that. Adequate, maybe. Acceptable.”
“Then why am I being punished?”
“Don’t act like you don’t love to be fucked.”
“Wanna be fucked by you.”
“Mhmm, go on. Do as you’re told.”
Hizashi shuddered, obeyed.
“Fuck yourself like I would fuck you.”
Shouta’s eyes heated as he watched, grip tightening to the point of pain.
It was torture. It was what he needed. Body aching for the release he knew he would not receive, what he wanted so close and yet still denied. Shouta’s attention and the certainty that he would no longer look away.
He fucked himself hard and deep, aiming for his prostate with every thrust, much as his own instincts begged him to pull away. Despite the impending orgasm, that would not be allowed, he showed himself no mercy. He knew how his husband liked to fuck, and he was good, when he wanted to be.
“Okay Zashi,” voice breathless, a hand moved up to his back, pulled him in close. “You can have me now.”
He leaned, forehead to forehead, let the toy drop to the bed.
He wasn’t the only one who was desperate for this.
Shouta’s eyes shone with adoration and need, not dulled by the shadows that lay beneath.
They would always be like this, he thought, for all the years that passed and trials that came between them they would never long for one another any less.
He lowered himself slowly, carefully, body aching from long use and longer denial. It was too much, it was never enough.
“Someone feeling a little sensitive?”
He glared, pulling back up and slamming himself down. They both hissed. He did it again.
Sweat gleamed on Shouta’s collar bone. This time he didn’t resist the urge to lick.
Hands tightened on his hips, taking charge of the movement of their bodies, finding the angle that he knew would drive him wild and rolling their hips together until Hizashi was sobbing from pleasure, powerless to do anything but hold on for dear life and feel.
Shouta was far too much of a control freak to simply let him ride him. He’d known as much. He’d broken his own rules, but it’s not like Hizashi was complaining.
Every scrap of his energy was a gift. Every moment.
“I’m close,” exhaled into the air between them, a plea, insubstantial as breath.
“Nope.”
Shouta flicked the head of his dick, hard, and Hizashi hissed.
“Mean.”
“Yep.”
He pouted, still nodding when Shouta raised an eyebrow in question, allowed him to do it again. He did, gleefully, painfully.
He shuddered. He did not come.
“Better?” Shouta’s voice was mocking, despite the lust, the breathlessness that showed he wasn’t too far off himself.
“I guess,” Hizashi wailed. Pent up and pained and blissfully happy.
“Want me to do it again?”
“Ugh… yes, harder or I’ll come. Maybe squeeze my balls a bit while you’re at it.”
“You’re really struggling huh?”
He was. He was wound so tight he thought he might snap on a breath, but it wasn’t just that.
He needed Shouta like this, feral and present, shining with cruelty and need. He needed his dom, the reminder that this was something both of them liked, not just an imposition he was inflicting on his husband, something he had to endure before he could go to sleep.
He knew it, of course, but he needed to feel it.
“Sir, hurt me.”
He hadn’t expected a moment of hesitation, and he did not receive one. The words had barely left his tongue before another hard flick hit the head of his dick, before a warm hand settled about his balls and squeezed, vice tight.
He didn’t let go while Hizashi whimpered and whined, just rolled his hips, pulled.
It was hard to believe now that there had been a time when Shouta was shy. Hard to imagine the years he had spent coaxing this side out of him, removing any level of reluctance and shame, reassuring him that it was alright. That he could take it. That he wanted it.
He had created a monster.
Might have been his greatest accomplishment, if he actually cared to rank them.
Shouta grinned so wide, so wicked, Hizashi simply had to kiss it. He kissed back ravenously.
Hizashi was alright with being devoured.
He thrust hard, and squeezed even tighter. Kissing him like he wanted to taste the sounds of Hizashi’s pain.
He panted into his mouth, twitching in his grip and yelping when it only hurt him worse.
He could feel the way the noises made Shouta grin, feel it against his lips.
He felt trapped, weak, hopeless. He loved that feeling. Loved it with every fibre of his being. Almost as much as he loved the man who caused it.
No one else had ever done this to him. No one else would. Shouta was it for him. Forever and always. No one could hurt him like this, no one could make him feel so good.
Shouta was right, he really did get sappy when he was in pain.
His own hands threaded through Shouta’s hair, deepening the kiss, turning it furious. Teeth and lips and tongue. Like he was drowning. Like Shouta was air.
His thrusts were speeding up, turning sloppy. He squeezed and released Hizashi’s balls in time to his thrusts, not giving him a moments reprieve, until eventually he thrust in hard, yanked harshly, and came deep inside of him.
Everything stilled, slowed.
He let go, went limp on the bed.
Hizashi huffed a laugh, rolled off him, snuggled up close and lay his head on his chest.
“That really took everything you had, huh?”
Shouta was silent for a moment, eyes closed, and Hizashi briefly wondered if he was asleep.
“Was it enough?” There was genuine self doubt in those words.
It broke Hizashi’s heart.
“Oh honey, of course it was.”
He put a hand to his cheek, thumb tracing the scar beneath his eye, kissed him slow and sweet.
“You okay with…” he gestured down at Hizashi’s aching dick. “I didn’t go too hard? You’re alright with not getting to-“
He kissed him again.
“I love you so much.”
Shouta sighed, relaxed.
“Just want to make you happy.”
“I know, love. You do.”
Shouta yawned. “I’m glad,” and with that he was asleep.
Hizashi laughed quietly, fondly, and settled down to do the same.
Man, the world is not ready for Tanjiro Kamado style empathy. Every time I try to argue my love for a bad guy all I get is "they're evil" in response and it's like... I would still fight them in a heartbeat, their actions are evil and I would react accordingly, but I really don't think we should be so fast to dismiss the PERSON as evil and follow that up with the conclusion that feeling empathy for them is also evil...
