therealblackpearl

(All BakuDeku explicit fics with happy endings)

One or both are pro heroes

Fraycheck by surveycorpsjean Katsuki and Izuku get sent on a sketchy assignment and are hit with a quirk that changes everything- aka red string of fate/soulmates/forced proximity. 

Everything you don’t know by Mikacrispy Izuku wakes up in a hospital and can’t remember anything past middle school. How will he adjust to the present, where he apparently is a pro hero who has an agency with Katsuki? Wait till he realizes they aren’t just roommates. 

Bring me home by ContraryBee Izuku comes over to Katsuki’s apartment a lot and makes himself at home. Katsuki is into it. Getting together/ domesticity kink. 

The regulars by hardwood_Studios pro hero Bakugo meets barista Deku and is smitten. Too bad he doesn’t date pro heroes.

now i see everything in a different light by nikkiRA Pro hero Katsuki finds Izuku to apologize for his behavior towards to quirkless man back when they were in middle school. He didn’t expect Izuku to have gotten so hot. 

Fantasy settings

The reefer and the shark by red_emerald Reef dwelling but curious Izuku meets sharktailed Katsuki. Courting, size difference, merfolk getting it on. 

Reflecting by fitzrovia King Deku with a difficult past reunites with long lost childhood friend.

To have all the time left in the world by mayhemrea Crown Prince Bakugou Katsuki of Aldera gives up everything to end a war by agreeing to marry  Crown Prince Toshinori Izuku of the Yuei Empire. Angst, politics, and princes banging. 

Other Aus

 Symbiosis by offclsyn tattoo shop owner Katsuki. Trans Izuku. Reunited childhood friends.

Fight Me by Mikacrispy  Izuku just wants to dance, if only this gym bro would leave him alone. In which sprung Katsuki doesn’t know how to hit on someone properly.

In perfect rhythm by chalk  Izuku gets locked out of his apartment and knocks on his neighbors door, leading to him befriending the super hot musician Katsuki. 

Just for your love (i’ll give you the world) thunderpoint Katsuki confesses and Izuku insists he shouldn’t hold back. Thus begins them confessing constantly yet refusing to date like a bunch of weirdos, much to the exasperation of their classmates.

The boyfriend theorem by imnotpoppunk Omega Katsuki is on the college hockey team and dealing with discrimination. Grad student Izuku tutors him. White lie leads to fake dating leads to…

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as always, read the tags and continue at your own discretion! some fics will be nsfw or contain triggering topics, so please proceed with caution. with that being said, LETS GOOOO!!!!

fraycheck by surveycorpsjean - surveycorpsjean is genuinnely one of my favorite fic writers ever, and with very good reasons as to why. this is a post-canon pro-heroes au, mixed with soulmates as a concept (technically not a soulmates au). absolutely heartfelt. i adore this fic! contains depictions of alcohol, drugs, and nsfw.

lions in our hearts by yabakuboi - a damn good fic! its a hogwarts au which i usually avoid out of personal principles, but this fic is charming and sweet and a good story about first loves and ambitions. has alcohol and i think very light depictions of violence

nobody else (can take me higher) by jeka - jeka's writing is amazing. i miss here here. jeka's so cool. did i mention i love jeka's fics? i'm currently reading this one! it's thrilling and action-packed, and i'm always down for grumpy-soft kacchan. its a pacific rim au!

miss you a latte by gravitates - short and sweet! quirkless college coffee shop au where bkdk are exes but its not angsty!! its funny and sweet for anyone looking for a bite-sized fic

Hi lovely readers :D Here are your Slow Burn recommendations for the weekend! Enjoy Reading <3

baby it's cold outside by betsib (T)

They meet as children, when Luffy is staying in North Blue one winter and sees snow for the first time. Fifteen years later they meet again, when Law is in desperate need of a date for his uncle's Christmas party. Written for Truffyfest Secret Santa 2023

Warmth by orphan_account (M)

Law Trafalgar is twenty-six, Male Model of the Year, and an absolute wreck. Luffy's the guy he almost punches in the park. Somehow, despite this brief encounter, Law feels a warmth whenever he thinks of the apparent teenager in a straw hat that he hasn't felt since—hasn't felt in a while.

Sunshine smile and bloody teeth. by babyeblue_bb (T)

Five times Law saves Luffy from a certain death. And one time he is the one who needs to be saved.

The boy of sea and storm by AnnieDeOdair (M)

"You are Torao, right?" The boy asked after a few minutes in silence. Law frowned. "I am Trafalgar Law," he corrected, although he didn't know if he was talking about him. "Yeah, Torao," Luffy repeated as if saying it well. “The other Kamabakka doctor. At last I know you, everyone talks about you.” Law raised an eyebrow confused because he didn't think anyone was talking about him. He was just a doctor in the same organization that Luffy had his soccer team on. "I think it's the other way around," Law replied without taking his eyes off the street and his attention on the cell phone. “I feel like everyone talks about you all the time.”

Softly Stained with Spring by lululawlawlu (T)

Law—being with him is the best feeling imaginable. It‘s the perfect kind of happiness mixed with a little excitement. Just having adventures with Law makes those adventures all the more exciting.

Ghost Roommate by vettany2 (T)

Law is a med student in the last grade of uni. For better focus on his final year studies, he decides to leave the uni dormitory and rent a flat just for himself. Little did he know that he's not gonna be alone there.

Addicted to your voice by Sakuya_Serenity_Kira (E)

Luffy was an orphant. He visited school, had friends, but sometimes... he was lonely. Till he found someone to talk to - online. He didn't know anything about this voice at the beginning... but he started liking him...

Law of Hearts by 32Rats_In_A_Straw_Hat (T)

Law thought he was making a deal with a devil when he formed an alliance with Luffy; turns out he was making a deal with an idiot. Now he's stranded aboard the Thousand Sunny with a captain who doesn't know the meaning of personal space, doesn't call him by his actual name, and even forces himself into Law's bed. But you know what? Maybe Law likes it all just a little bit more than he lets on, even if he won't admit it to himself.

Oh, can’t forget Chilton: 

(That’s just to hit every episode in season 1.)

There’s an interesting sort of progression, there, no? He’s pretty much misery incarnate, but never let it be said that Will Graham doesn’t know how to smile!

or, well

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Thank you so much, darling. Your prompt was so lovely and elegant, and how could I say no on this special day? (Unfortunately, this basically became, well, porn. Blame Will.)

Note: this ficlet falls somewhere after the Couperin Trilogy (http://archiveofourown.org/series/347315).

-x-

It sounded like a badly wounded animal. A howling, keening screech that tumbled down the halls and straight into Hannibal’s ear the moment he stepped through the door.

Immediately he thought of the dogs. Dropping his coat to the floor, he rushed through the house to the source of the painful noise.

Halfway to the living room, Clara bounded to greet him, Louis at her heels. Tongues lolling, eyes shining, perfectly fine.

The screeching had not abated.

It was too unearthly a sound to be human, but if not animal then what -

The pitch suddenly rose to an unmistakable (and flat) F sharp. Of course.

Tempering his heart, Hannibal changed course to the master bedroom. At the foot of the bed sat Will. Playing his theremin.

Naked.

“I thought I told you,” Hannibal said wearily, “to stay away from my theremin.”

Will had a devilish glint his eye. “I couldn’t resist.” He widened his legs a little. “Can you?”

Hannibal took in the sight, Will’s milky skin and tousled hair, his emerald eyes, his delicate fingers. Fingers that were tearing an absolutely painful B flat from the air. Hannibal winced.

“Darling,” he said, “perhaps if I were deaf.”

Will pouted. It looked divine. “That’s rude.”

Toeing off his shoes, Hannibal made himself look as contritious as possible, trying to ignore the dreadful wailing. He focused on the curve of Will’s mouth and everything else began to bleed away.

“My apologies,” Hannibal said, stalking towards him like prey. Will licked his lips. Hannibal climbed to the bed and slid behind him, knees hugging Will’s thighs.

“I think perhaps a lesson is in order.”

One hand slinked down Will’s arm to grasp his elbow, the other along his left hand. Pressing his palm to the backs of Will’s fingers, Hannibal leant in.

“Like this,” he murmured.

His breath skirted across the back of Will’s neck, his nose brushing the thicket of curls. Under his hands, he felt Will grow flushed, his pulse skittering.

Hannibal’s hands moved with him, melted him, and Will was pliant, rapidly turning to goo beneath firm bewitching fingers.

“See?” Between them he began to pull actual music from the theremin, a slow, haunting melody. Each note sustained itself gracefully with the steady vibration of their joined hands. Will himself began to vibrate. Hannibal pressed a kiss to the shell of his ear, and bit.

“Do you hear our music, Will?”

Will nodded, boneless. “Mmhm.” His head fell back against Hannibal’s neck, eyes closed.

Manipulating and stroking the soft skin under his palms. Hannibal continued to play.

“If this was what you wanted,” Hannibal purred, “you need only have asked.”

Will turned his head to mouth a hot kiss over Hannibal’s throat. “After the harpsichord,” he said, “I thought I’d have better luck if I played dirty.”

Hannibal’s right hand dropped from Will’s elbow to grope his bare thigh.

“Oh,” he replied, “and how dirty are you?”

The music cut off with a warble as Will pulled their join left hands down, and lower. Lower still. He bore his head back with a groan as Hannibal closed his hand around warm, responsive flesh.

Teeth chasing across Will’s neck, sucking a kiss over his throbbing pulse, Hannibal growled.

“That’s not an answer, Will.”

Will swallowed thickly, Hannibal watched the delectable muscles of his throat, drawn taut and straining.

“Very,” Will breathed, and then, “kiss me.”

Hannibal obliged, claiming the soft lips beneath him with ruthless affection. Will made a beautiful sound that echoed between their mouths, absorbed and dissolved onto Hannibal’s tongue as it stroked against his.

His hand began to move, slickened by Will’s leaking arousal, urged by the clutching of Will’s fingers over his.

Will was panting into his mouth, wet and seeking, his kisses messy and desperate. Hannibal slid his free hand from Will’s thigh to the soft skin of his stomach, rising inexorably slowly, leaving brands from each fingertip in his wake. His hand came to rest at Will’s clavicle, fingers splayed and holding him tight. Will was shaking.

Tearing his mouth free, Hannibal pressed their cheeks together. His left hand quickened its pace, Will thrust into it, hard and trembling.

“Do you feel how I play you, Will?” Will bit his lip and arched back, writhing, his body on the verge of rapture. “I can pull any note from you I please.”

“Yes,” Will rasped.

“Moan for me, Will.”

He did.

“Mm,” Hannibal said thoughtfully. He brushed a kiss over Will’s cheek. “G sharp. Let’s try for a C.” He twisted his wrist, slid his thumb just so and Will broke apart. He came with a sweet cry, hips bucking, eyes open and wild.

Hannibal kissed him through it, over his jaw, the corner of his mouth, the swell of his lower lip. He sucked at the damp flesh, biting softly as between them his hand began to slow.

Will collapsed into him, breath jagged as though he’d just run a marathon.

“Good lesson,” he slurred. Hannibal drew his arms around his waist, mindless of the mess, absently tracing patterns with his fingers.

Will made a face. “You’re making me dirty.”

“Yes,” Hannibal’s hand did not cease its lazy motion, “that was the idea.”

Quick and agile, Will flipped around in his arms and pushed Hannibal to the bed. In one sudden move he was straddling him.

“My turn,” Will said, eyes aflame. He leaned back, reaching behind with both hands. Hannibal held his breath. Will leaned back further, past his presumed goal and further still. Without looking, eyes still dark on Hannibal, he pulled a pure and perfect note from the theremin.

Hannibal’s mouth dropped open. Will just smiled.

“You asked for a C, didn’t you?”

He released the theremin and bent low, their mouths just barely touching.