#bnha dabi headcanons

[plush-rabbit]

League of Villains + Sick S/O

Request: Hi Plush I am really sick right now and I need me some love. So may I request a sick S/O who is more concerned with the league’s health more than her own and they start to catch on to this? I also really love your work!! And I hope you're having a good day!

A/N: There are multiple sick people in this headcanon!!

Bubaigawara Jin:

Jin has been sick before, and he’s always toughed it out- taken the random pills prescribed- or stolen most times- drank ginger ale, and ate soup. All the remedies told to him by the internet, but when you’re constantly in fear of hurting yourself due to the fear of not being yourself, stress is always present and leads the sickness to be worse than they should be. Most of the time, he usually goes on until he’s unable to breathe due to congestion or until he passes out and his body forces him to rest. 

This time, his sickness isn’t as bad as it was many times before. It’s a bit of sniffles and a cough that sounds wet with phlegm, but nothing that can’t be taken care of with some over the counter medicine once the initial grogginess fades. Of course, this time with his sickness, he has you around, and he has forgotten just how nice it was to be taken care of. When he wakes up with a stuffy nose and a headache, he already knows that today is going to be a sick day, and the only thing that gives him away is the fact that when he coughs, it’s loud enough to give you a fright. 

Almost immediately, you make him sit back down on the bed, your hands coming to cup his cheeks, and he looks up at you with heavy bags under his eyes. His cheeks must be flushed with how hot his face feels and yet, you still put the back of your hand against his forehead, tutting and muttering about how hot he is. He doesn’t have it in him to make any comments about what you’ve just said and instead watches as you look through the nightstand in hopes of finding a thermometer. You come up empty handed, and before you can speak, he yawns, tears in the corner of his eyes and body feeling as if the blood and bones in him were replaced with lead. You coo his name softly and walk back towards him. Your hand places itself on the swell of his breast, your soft push more than enough to make him fall back into bed. 

With you around, it makes being sick so easy. You bring him all that he needs, and he gets to rest his head on your lap and have you play with his hair. His eyes are closed, and your fingers are threaded through his hair, playing with the short strands when he hears you muffle a cough. It sounds awful, and he stays still, rationalizing that you probably just swallowed wrong, but you do it again, and he lifts himself up, bones aching in response and arms feeling like jelly. He means it in the best way possible, but you’ve looked better. Your face has a tint to it, and your eyes are half lidded, unable to stay open as he looks at you, his hand goes to brush at your cheek and he can feel how clammy you are. You’re sick- far worse than he is, and he’s just resting on your lap as you've been waiting on him.

Of course, you’d be sick when he was finally being taken care of, but then that thought feels mean. You’ve been taking care of him, and his sickness isn’t anything more than a common cold. He’s taken care of himself countless times, he can handle a little cough when you look like you’re unable to keep yourself awake. The back of his hand presses against your forehead like you did to his, and he can feel the warmth seep into his hand. You look awful and you must feel awful, and yet, you kept it a secret to take care of him. Jin leans over to kiss where his hand once was, the fever warming a section of him. While he may not be the caretaker that you are, he certainly takes after you. He’s giving in all sorts of ways, making doubles to go and tend to any need that you may have that requires him to leave your side. He was clingy before, and he’ll stay clingy. He isn’t fond of leaving you alone for too long if he can help it. 

Dabi:

You’ve always held somewhat of a parental personality around the rest of the League. Whether it’s because that’s just your nature or you were the most put together out of the rest, Dabi isn’t exactly sure. He watches as you flutter around, trying to find whatever it was that was requested of you. That’s all that he does- watch. It’s not all of the League who take advantage, but some certainly do. The youngest member is most guilty of doing just that- relishing in your parental care, wanting to keep all your attention on her, and holding onto you with a firm grip when she happens to get hurt in battle; even if it is just a scratch, a tiny flesh wound that only needs a bandaid to help from getting infected. It always puts a mean look on his face- furrowed brows, hunched shoulders and hands fisted in his pockets. 

There’s been a nasty cold floating around the city and even though he and the others usually stay inside, you and Mr. Compress have made it your shared goal of going out and collecting items needed. It would only make sense that whatever was infecting the city, had seeped into you and spread the cold to the inhabitants of the once abandoned hotel. It all starts off with a cough that has everyone eyeing the victim, and then it spreads to restless nights and time spent over the toilet purging the helpless soul of all its contents. The latter that had helped you with “shopping” has also fallen ill, leaving you to go out and collect what is needed. 

Miraculously, he has remained uninfected- you’ve joked that despite his poor hygiene, his quirk must be helpful in aiding a boost in his immune system. That comment had him giving you a stern look that only made you laugh. The rest of the League has fallen ill, and while no one expects Dabi to do more than place the medicine in the bedside table, you of course, do more. The rest rely on you, and you spend your time caring for each if allowed. Of course, they start to take advantage of that- moaning about how their head hurts, or that their muscles are sore. It’s late in the night when you creep back into the room, and collapse onto the bed, making a poor attempt to cover yourself with the wrinkled blanket. He thinks nothing of it, too deep in sleep to wake up, but only able to toss an arm around you, heat coursing through your back.

Everyone else has had the time to rest- been able to stay in a room and be coddled by you. The restless nights have finally ceased, and everyone sleeps in. He wakes up with a strain, vision still unfocused with sleep. He turns to you, and his hand lifts to caress at your cheek, the only bit of intimacy that he can offer this early in the morning. His eyes widen at the contact- you’re warm- far too warm than you usually are. His hand pulls away, and he knows that you’re sick- for who knows how long- perhaps when you first started to do run with Mr. Compress. And then the realization hits that you’ve been taking care of the others and you hardly had anytime to actually rest. You’ve been wearing yourself thin these past few days, far too short bursts of rest that litter between the day couldn’t be enough for you to actually rest and regain your energy. 

Dabi lifts himself up, and rummages through the room, and all the noise that he makes must wake you. He feels a pang of guilt when you croak out his name, and when he turns to you, you look away from him, grabbing at the discarded blanket and twisting the loose thread around your index. You sound sick, and you must know that. He wonders if that’s why you always wake up before him. You’re sick, he says outloud, and you don’t rebuttal it, you only shrug your shoulders. Somewhere down the corridor, someone coughs loudly, and it offers a chain effect, ending with you who sounds far the worst. He finds the stash of medicine that you’ve placed in the last drawer and hands you the packet of pills and water. He understands that you want to go out and help the rest, but he can’t let that happen. His eyes follow you as you rip the packet open and take the medicine, and you can’t seem to meet his eyes. A part of him wants to ask how long you’ve been sick, but asking that won’t heal you, nor will it make anyone feel better in this scenario. He isn’t good at taking care of anyone- he can hardly do it for himself- but he tries. Everyone else can help themselves at this point, and you look exhausted. You don’t even put up much of a fight when he pushes you to lay back on the bed, you simply lay down with a soft ‘thump’ and watch as he locks the door, coming back to bed to lay beside you. Instantly, you curl up against him, humming in content when his hand splays across your back, the heat that he emanates seeping to your strained muscles. 

Iguchi Shuichi:

Shuichi doesn’t often have much to say, preferring to be an observer or anything else. There are times when he'll snap back an insult or make a comment with a wide grin that shows off his teeth. With you beside him, he notices just how quiet he is when you’re the more talkative one- making conversation and pulling him into it to get his opinion. There’s so much to notice about you- how you want him to be included, how you want to help others despite your partner actively being somewhat against that. You have this quality around you that pulls people towards you, and to top it all off, you’re extremely caring of others. For better or for worse, he’s taken notice of how you tend to push yourself, and for the most part it isn’t exactly anything worrisome. You like to help people- it’s in your nature to, and unless you’re actively ignoring your own needs, then he won’t interfere. You never go to the extreme, you just become parental.

It doesn’t come to a surprise when a member of the league happens to get hurt on a mission. It was bound to happen with the riskier parts of the plan finally paving the way, and the quality of life that they all live in. Of course, you take it upon yourself to help the ill member, lightly chastising him when he tells you that they aren’t hurt enough to warrant you. But, he can’t change your opinion, you’ve set your mind to it, and the only thing that he can do is remind you to not push yourself with a peck given at your forehead to end the sentence. You’ve taken it on yourself to help them feel better despite that you’re already wearing yourself thin with other responsibilities. Taking care of an ill person is a hefty responsibility, and when he notices that they’re pulling all your attention away, he feels jealousy start to bubble up and then worry when you come into the shared bedroom late into the night, collapsing beside him without doing any of your nightly routine. 

He fears that you haven’t even had a chance to properly rest during everything that’s already been happening. He’s aware that he isn’t the most heartfelt person that there is, and that he can be rough around the edges, but he’s taken notice of every little thing of yours- how you’re slowler to wake up, how you’re making sure the others aren’t getting sick by cleaning every surface, how you still go out to find groceries and return late into the night, how you’ve stopped doing some of your routines for an extra bit of sleep. It seems that exhaustion is finally creeping up on you. Whenever he tries to bring it up, you wave off his worries, telling him that there’s no need to worry so much. You’re good at convincing him to drop the subject- all you really have to do is kiss the tip of his snout and he’s unable to sputter out more than a few syllables. 

When he catches you over the sink, gripping the sides until your knuckles pale, he finally demands that you rest. It’s easy to tell just how sick you are- your eyes are unable to hold themselves open, you look as if you’re going to be sick at any moment, and the warmth from your fever is enough to tell him that whatever you have is taking a toll on you. He demands bed rest from you, leading you towards the bed as you weakly proclaim how you still have things to finish and how they still haven’t fully recovered, he tells you that that is someone else’s problem when you yourself are incapable of even standing upright. It isn’t upon you to take care and neglect your own health just because someone else happens to be hurt. 

Surprisingly, Shuichi is a rather good caretaker, but only because he takes after you. He takes on a gentle role, his hand smoothing away when you furrow your brows, the sharp end of his claws dragging slowly across your exposed skin, tracing organic shapes and connecting freckles that dot your skin. Waiting on your every need, he does his best to rush through it- he isn’t fond of leaving you alone for too long. Despite your protests that he’ll get sick, he sticks close to you, letting you lay your head on his chest as he plays a video game, watching the screen shift in color and scene. He's punctual with your medication, making sure to wake you so you don’t skip the spoonful of syrup. Of course, he’s taken notice of how your face scrunches up in displeasure and bitterness at the magenta colored syrup, so he knows has something sweet for you to eat afterwards. 

Sako Atsuhiro:

Atsuhiro thrives under any type of attention- it’s an indescribable satisfaction that he gets from knowing that all eyes are on him- and perhaps others, but he’s part of the bigger picture. Under your own eyes, he wants to be your top priority- or at least one of the more important ones. He’s constantly around you- always seeming to touch you with a hand on your knee or your hand pulled onto his lap. He likes knowing that he’s the one making you laugh, that you have your eyes on him. It’s not often that he falls ill, but there are days where his arm does start to hurt as if it was still there. Phantom pains as he had read and was told by the others. It's a burning pain that makes him squirm in his seat and makes his body feel hot as if he’s running a fever. And ever the lovely partner, you tend to take care of him during this time. It’s only been a few months and he can still feel the pain- the clean tear, the shock and memories playing in his head as he’s clutching the residual limb. But you’re there, holding him and giving him the pain medication, and massaging him gently. He thrives under your attention, seemingly melting when you’re the one taking care of him. 

The others try to help, but when he catches a nasty cold, and the others rather not get sick, it’s up to you to take care of him. Mixed upon with the ache of his residual limb, he’s also gotten a cold and he’s insufferable in the first days. The first day is the worst, he’s in pain with his arm and the memories of it, and it makes him feel heavier than before, slick with sweat as he’s laying in bed and drowning in his own misery. The first few days where he’s unable to keep anything down other than soup and water, are hell for him. He’s unable to stand bright lights, moaning to you that it’s the fault of his headache, and that he can’t think without the throbbing pain that echoes inside of him. But still, he’s sick and much needier than before. He doesn’t want you to leave his side, grabbing onto your hand and looking up at you with these sad eyes, you can tell that he wants- or needs you with him. You get to see a new side of him; a more childlike side of him where he whines and only eats a few bites of his meals before turning his head. 

Days pass and while the sickness isn’t as strong as it once was, he’s much too comfortable to leave your care. He takes up all of your time, needing you to take care of him. While the tasks that you have to do for him aren’t as heavy as they used to be, and he’s much more tired while his body recovers, he still wants you to be around him. He’ll lay his head on your lap, beg for you to be beside him as he falls asleep. He’s been treated like an absolute prince, and with you as his caretaker, he finds it impossible to give up that release and chooses to need you. Of course, since you’ve spent every waking minute with him during his sickness, you have fallen ill. Whether it’s clouded by his own that he was unable to take notice, or that you happened to hide your symptoms well enough, he hasn’t taken notice yet. 

However, you can only hide your symptoms for so long. Every sneeze is waved off with the simple excuse of allergies, and it works for the most part, but then you cough and it sounds like you’re about to hack up a lung. You’ll wave a hand to dismiss it and let him lay back on your chest, but another cough ruins its way through your body and he can hear just how awful it sounds with him pressed against your chest. It’s dry and creates a storm inside of you, thundering against your ribcage. A hand to your forehead confirms that you have a fever and when he asks if you’re feeling sick, you avert your gaze. It’s an answer, not a direct one, but an answer. He knows that he must have spread it to you during his own sickness- there’s no other source of sickness. 

With Atsuhiro feeling much better than before, he’s taken on the role of being your caretaker. You give him a look, gesturing to yourself as if to say that the cycle of sick partners will just repeat, he pulls out a mask. He has a rather smug grin, but you let it slide when he offers to get you your favorite meal. He’s a caring partner, and since he was just ill, he knows exactly how you’re feeling. He knows how sore your muscles must be, and will rub at your back or palms to ease the pain. Just as he was attached to you when he was sick, he is attached to you when you’re the one who falls ill. Your exhaustion has finally caught up to you, so when he gets the chance, he always takes your temperature, marking it down to see if there’s any spikes or decreases. Whatever it is that he had, it seems that it only worsened for you, and he routinely apologizes after a coughing fit, going to make you fresh honey and lemon tea in hopes that you’d feel better.

Shigaraki Tomura:

Tomura doesn’t take well to being sick. He is an absolute child about it, complaining about how it’s difficult to breathe and how he’s hot and cold, and that everything feels too much at the moment. Sleep doesn’t come naturally to him even on his good days, his body usually running until exhaustion finally takes hold and even then it’s as if he has something to prove by forcing himself to stay awake. His body will cry for rest, muscles pulled tight and sore as if he had just walked miles without rest, and yet, he refuses to rest despite all the ache that he has. However, under your caring eye, it seems that he has softened considerably at being tended to while under an illness.

Being sick now isn’t just being locked in a room and having meals placed at his bedside, or medicine appearing at the hour, it is now your undivided attention that he has. It was difficult to notice at first- every whim and woe of his headaches being met with a cold press and pills in the palm of his hand, to whatever it was that he was craving, being placed beside him. There’s something so sweet about having someone take care of you, holding you so close to them and rubbing down their back after dry heaving over porcelain. He loves your undivided attention, every other worry and need pushed away, just for him. He doesn’t mean to, at least there’s no malintent of wanting you, but he does take advantage of your caring personality to have you under his thumb. You fret over him and he loves the attention, whining when you have to step away even if it is for something that he needs. He doesn’t want someone else to take you away even if it’s just for a moment. 

Nights are already restless, and even more so with his sickness. You’ve always been aware of his awful sleep schedule, complaining that he needs to take care of himself, but it all falls to empty ears. But it’s when you’re asleep that he hears how croaky your breathing sound, how you seem to toss and turn and wake up early into the morning to go elsewhere to cough into the crook of your elbow. He does love to be taken care of by you, but even he can see just how much you’ve been worn down. You slip yourself medication before he has a chance to wake up- or at least before you think he's woken up, and that while restless, you still fall asleep quicker in the night. It doesn’t take long for him to figure out that you’re sick- at least to the equivalent that he was a few days ago.

In truth, he has recovered much quicker than he had expected. Maybe it was because you had forced him to rest, or as he’d like to tease, that it was that it helped him make a speedy recovery. That only gets him a chuckle before you’re coughing up a fit. You, of course, excuse yourself that you had swallowed wrong, patting yourself between your clavicles. Even with a pointed look, you still won’t budge, waving it off as an accidental cough, and it isn’t until he threatens to stop taking his medicine that you finally relent. You tell him that you’ve been feeling a bit under the weather, but not enough to stop caring for him. He can’t help but feel a bit guilty at the confession. He may still be sick, but it’s manageable- a stuffy nose and dry cough- nothing like his cold a few days before. It’s not bad enough to keep him confined to the bed; he’s well  enough for him to take care of himself.

While he isn’t a particularly good caretaker, he is rather sweet on you. Tomura stays silent during all the gross parts of your sickness, but he’s always by your side. There’s a tissue given to you, cough drops that stick to the wrapper pulled open, are placed in your hand just a few seconds after a coughing or sneezing fit. It’s easy to tell that he doesn’t like to leave you alone when you’re sick, telling someone else to bring you something or rushing back to the room just after he’s left with a plastic bag filled with various over-the-counter medication- ranging from the pain reliever, to allergy medication- things that seem like they were just swept off of the shelf with an arm stroke. He’s always been rather clingy, wanting to keep you close to him, always motioning for you to come closer until some part of him is on you whether it be a hand on your thigh or your head on his lap.

#bnha #bnha headcanons #jin bubaigawara #jin bubaigawara x reader #twice x reader #bnha twice headcanons #bnha dabi #bnha dabi headcanons #dabi headcanons #dabi x reader #spinner x reader #bnha spinner #bnha spinner headcanons #shuichi iguchi #shuichi iguchi x reader #toga himiko #toga himiko x reader #toga x reader #bnha toga x reader #tomura shiragaki #shigaraki tomura x reader #tomura shigaraki x reader #remember that icarly episode where harry styles gets sick and carly has to take care of him? Yeah #mr and tomura would be harry in this scenario #so this has not been my year #like a lot of bad things has been happening #but im gonna make the remainder of my year #my year!! #hopefully #gotta manifest it

[neurthotic]

DABI AS A BOYFRIEND ✫

✫ incurably watches you sleep. you get used to waking up to it eventually. maybe.

✫ neck kisses all the time

✫ his communication skills are shit. you feel like a kindergarten teacher explaining to his expressionless face how to talk about our feelings

✫ he keeps a hand on your back or your shoulder or in your hair when you’re together, absently keeping track of you

✫ “you’re cute when you’re scared.”

✫ warm ass hands

✫ he definitely has a weird and scary thing for pain. “you want to touch the staples? yeah, you can touch them. you can rip them out of my face with your teeth if you like.”

✫ dabi doesn’t do nicknames. pet names are once in a blue moon.

✫ driest texter to walk the earth

✫ the self deprecating jokes are actually mad funny. sir please stop calling yourself crispy

✫ gets very um. creative about degradation.

✫ it’s all “come get in the shower with me” and then you stick a toe in and the water is two degrees away from freezing to ice. sorry not all of us have fire inside okay

✫ he doesn’t like you cautious around his injuries, even treating/tending them: “stop being fucking gentle with me.”

#dabi #mha dabi #bnha dabi #todoroki touya #touya todoroki #touya x reader #dabi x reader #dabi x you #touya todoroki x you #touya todoroki headcanons #dabi todoroki #dabi smut #dabi headcanons #mha x reader #x reader

[angelltheninth]

Just Keigo, Katsuki, Dabi, Kirishima and Tomura reacting to fem!reader catching the bouquet at the wedding! i bet it’s would be so cute! 🥰

I almost caught it at my cousins wedding which is funny cause I thought I was running away from it.

Pairing: Bakugo Katsuki, Kirishima Eijiro, Dabi, Keigo Takami, Tomura Shigaraki x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, kissing, wedding planning, blushing, teasing

A/N: I would catch the bouquet if Keigo would be my husband.

Bakugo will try to catch it before you because he likes to pretend that he's not tied down by anyone or anything. But you do end up catching it anyway and walking up to him with the smuggest grin on your face before you kiss his cheek just in time for a photo.

Kirishima starts planning your wedding the moment he sees you catch the bouquet. He doesn't do any of it out loud because he' too busy lifting you up into the air and spinning you into a firm kiss. Your wedding is gonna be even better then this one.

Dabi is a bit stunned as he watches you catch it with glee. Partially happy and partially scared of such a commitment he doesn't quite know how to react right this moment. But that's talk for another day, for now he'll put insecurities to the side and offer you a dance.

Keigo would maximize your chances by flying you closer to the bouquet. Yes, it's kind of cheating but you still caught it first, that was the only rule. Since you're already dressed all fancy and at a wedding all you need to say is that you take him as your husband.

Tomura looks away immediately to avoid you seeing how flustered he got when he saw you were the one to catch it. He never thought about getting married to be honest, not a lot. But he's not opposed to the idea, not yet though, there's still too much to do.

#mha x reader #mha x you #mha imagines #mha headcanons #mha fluff #bakugo x reader #kirishima x reader #dabi x reader #hawks x reader #shigaraki x reader #bnha x reader #bnha x you #bnha imagines #bnha headcanons #bnha fluff #mha x female reader #bnha x female reader

[amaraee]

Let him cook

#anime and manga #dabi #dabi fanart #dabi my hero academia #dabi todoroki #mha todoroki #my hero acedamia #touya fanart #touya headcanons #art #mha dabi #mha spoilers #mha 387 #bnha touya #touya todoroki #dabi is touya

[tsubaki3192]

Men who are so emotionally constipated, or have been through enough trauma that they don't... exactly... do well with touch, but are extremely touch starved and crave love beyond anything else physical.

Men who suddenly gain an adorable S/O who is willing to do all that and more.

Men, who suddenly find themselves having someone to come home to every night; who find themselves lying beside said person every night; who's willing to hold them for as long as necessary when it gets difficult; who refuses to abandon them no matter the circumstance.

Boyfriends, who find it difficult to truly express themselves when they want to, and get frustrated whenever they have that difficulty.

Boyfriends who find their S/O so attractive that they can't help themselves, so they end up blurting out the thoughts that come to mind.

.

Boyfriends who become your husband because he made that same mistake one day, and scrambled to grab the ring.

(The same ring that had been sitting in his pocket for the last three months.)

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JJK: Gojo, Megumi,

ToRev: Hanma, KAZUTORA, Shinichiro, SANZU, Izana, Kokonoi

HSR: Blade, AVENTURINE, DANHENG,

Genshin: KAEYA, DILUC, Scaramouche/Wanderer, Xiao,

BNHA: Aizawa, TODOROKI, DABI,

Haikyuu: OIKAWA, Atsumu,

#Tsu tries drabble-headcanon writing lmao #Tsu-writes! #JJK x reader #Tokyo Revengers x Reader #HSR x reader #GI x reader #BNHA x reader #Haikyuu x reader #Gojo x reader #Megumi x reader x reader #Hanma x reader #Kazutora x reader #Shinichiro x reader #Sanzu x reader #Blade x reader #Aventurine x reader #Danheng x reader #Kaeya x reader #Diluc x reader #Aizawa x reader #Todoroki x reader #Dabi x reader #Oikawa x reader #Izana x reader #Kokonoi x reader #Scaramouche x reader #Xiao x reader

[i-cant-sing]

Thinking about that tiktok about the girl being all sad about her parents dying one day and stuff, and I'm just thinking about Yandere President Overhaul AU, the toddler triplets are just sitting around with reader (who's heavily pregnant and snoring on the couch, a little drooling too) and Tomura suddenly realised that you could die- be it by pregnancy or talking to other people- ANYTHING could kill you.

And now Tomura is about 2 seconds away from having a full blown meltdown, and Dabi and Himiko are just trying to calm him down (and give your poor self a break and not wake upto 3 kids shrieking and crying).

Himiko: can you like- not freak out? Mom's not going to die-

Tomura, snot and tears: maybe not now! B-but who knows when?! Maybe- maybe it's today- or tomorrow- or when we're asleep! What are we gonna do w-without her?!

Dabi, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms over his chest: stop being such a baby, Tomu. If mom dies, we'll just- go with her.

Tomura, stops sniffling: what?

Himiko: dabi... that's a brilliant idea! Oh my gosh, we can use my knifes!

Dabi: of course its a brilliant idea, I'm the oldest. I'm smart like that. *pats Tomuras head* see? I told you we have nothing to worry about.

Tomura, wiping his tears away and nodding: you're right. Wait, what about dad?

Dabi: we are not inviting him. He's not coming with us, he hogs mom all the time!

Tomura, eyes twinkling: Dabi, you're a genius.

And the kids all just gather around their poor innocent mom, who's just content when she wakes upto her 3 menaces sleeping away in her arms. Meanwhile, Kai (who's been listening on to the triplets convo because ofc he has the whole place bugged.) is just thinking in his office... "what the fuck? The kids are just gonna kill themselves when Y/n's not around anymore? What- how- why didn't I think of that first? Also, why didn't Himiko stand up for me? Won't she invite me along when they all go? Is she still mad at me for not getting her a pet octopus last week? What was I supposed to do when her mom said no?!"

#yandere president kai #yandere president overhaul #yandere kai chisaki #yandere overhaul #yandere bnha #bnha headcanons #yandere mha #bnha imagines #yandere dabi #yandere shigaraki #yandere tomura shigaraki #yandere tomura #yandere himiko #yandere himiko toga #yandere toga

[frickingnerd]

dabi with a s/o who has a healing quirk

pairing: touya todoroki / dabi x gn!reader

tags: hurt/comfort, painful quirk / quirk with drawbacks, reader is a league of villains member, protective dabi

you met dabi when you joined the league of villains

you were responsible for patching up the villains after their assaults against the heroes

at first, dabi didn't think much of you

but the two of you started to chat with each other a little each time you were healing him

he realized that you were too nice to be a villain and yet you had decided to stick with them

you could've joined any hero agency you wanted to with your quirk and yet you had landed here – with the villains!

he was intrigued by you and he couldn't help falling for you

dabi started to ask more questions about you, to learn more about your past, trying to understand you better

and it was during all of that that he discovered something about your quirk. something you had been hiding from him and the league of villains

your quirk had always seemed a bit too perfect in his eyes. you could heal any wound and it would barely even leave a scar

but there had been a drawback to your quirk. one that you had been keeping a secret from everyone

whenever you were healing someone, you could feel their pain

all those times when he came back half dead and let you heal his wounds, you could feel his pain as well…

as soon as he realized it, dabi started to feel horrible about it

he had put you through so much pain, without even realizing it! you were suffering all those months with him…

and you were healing the other members as well!

he couldn't even imagine how painful it must've been to be burdened with everyone's pain each day

now that dabi knew about the drawbacks of your quirk, he tried to avoid letting you use it

and he started to scold anyone who depended on your quirk too much

dabi would much rather prefer to watch his comrades suffer than you…

#dabi x reader #touya todoroki x reader #touya x reader #todoroki x reader #todoroki #touya #touya todoroki #dabi #x reader #x you #x y/n #x gn reader #headcanons #angst #fluff #hurt/comfort #bnha x reader #mha x reader #mha #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #boku no hero academia x reader #my hero academia x reader

[deathc-re]

men who like to fuck you so stupid, in the most mind numbing positions, for as long as possible, so that when he's done, he can cum into you and just watch it dribble from your hole as you huff puff on the bed. so spent that you can't even squirm at the uncomfortable feeling. the sight alone is enough to make him hard again but he takes pity on you, seeing how you're already half asleep, body twitching every now and then.

kirishima, dabi, bakugo, gojo, toji, ghost, soap, inosuke, tengen, sanemi, gyomei, jean, erwin, armin and etc etc

#[moon's mind] #x reader #reader insert #x reader smut #x gender neutral reader #gender neutral fanfic #jjk smut #aot smut #kny smut #cod mw2 smut #mha smut #bnha smut #smut shot #anime imagines #anime headcanons #dabi smut #bakugo smut #kirishima smut #toji smut #soap mactavish smut #sanemi shinazugawa smut #tengen uzui smut #multifandom fanfiction

[sweetfushi]

dabi and his sweetheart of a wife who just can't get enough of him. don't get it twisted, he's just as infatuated and obsessed with you are you are with him, but he derives his entertainment from the way you still act like he's your crush. he notices every time a blush builds on your cheeks when he gets a little close to you, or even when he says your name in his raspy voice. you're undeniably sexy when you build the confidence to pull him to you and caress his face, your lips inches apart, but there's something dizzying about how you whisper his name. sometimes, when he motions you over to sit beside him or on his lap, you inhale deeply before heeding his command. "you're so pretty like this, dove," he rasps, a smirk painting his lips when you glare at his obvious attempts to make you flustered. "you are so annoying," you murmur, despite sighing contently when his lips press against yours.

#bnha #mha #bnha x reader #dabi x reader #touya todoroki x reader #touya todoroki #dabi bnha #bnha headcanons #bnha scenarios #bnha drabbles #drabble

[trueshellz]

Set in the same theme as this

A little side note: Touya, from my research, means 'arrow of light' so I wanted his son's name to have a similar theme so Tadaaki means 'bright light'.

Daddy!Dabi, sorry Touya, who keeps having random toys delivered to your house. You're sure the driver knows your name by now since you're getting a parcel every day and to make it worse the little demon child seems more interest in the box and wrapping paper than the actual gift inside the damn thing.

"Tadaaki, I swear to God."

You sat on the floor next to him as he tried to ingest yet another piece of paper from the floor, wrestling the small sodden pieces from his hand and replaced it with his dummy even as he screwed up his face in frustration.

"Just let him eat it."

Shaking your head in exasperation, you turned to the window and glared at Touya. The grin on his face as he crouched on the window ledge made you even more frustrated so you threw some paper at his stupid head.

"Very helpful, thank you."

A snort as he jumped down, the thud as his boots hit the floor before he quickly removed them and replaced them with the slippers you chose for him. They were huge Smurf feet, something you would tease him with when you were together, and when you saw them in the local shop you just had to get them.

A loud squeal as Tadaaki stood up and toddled over to his dad, Touya was still a little hesitant as the little hands held on his larger ones. You could see the gloves he was wearing, something you noticed after you met in the park and assumed it was to protect Tadaaki from the staples. A louder squeal this time as Touya hefted him up in the air, the dummy landing on the floor as your son flew up in the air.

"You know, he just ate. If he-"

"Oh shit!"

"-pukes it'll be your own fault."

You couldn't help but laugh out loud this time, your son looking awfully chuffed with himself as his dad looked like he was about to throw up himself. Holding Tadaaki at arms length, his face turned away as he thrust him out to you and pulled the jacket and t-shirt he was wearing off and wiping himself down with some baby wipes while mock glaring at you.

"You can stop laughing, brat. I learnt my lesson."

#touya x y/n #touya x you #touya x reader #todoroki touya #todoroki toya x reader #toya todoroki #dabi x reader #dabi x you #dabi x y/n #dabi scenarios #dabi mha #dabi bnha #dabi headcanons #dabi fanfic #dabi imagine #touya headcanons #dabi hcs #touya fic #touya fluff #mha x you #mha x reader #mha x y/n #bnha x you #bnha x y/n #bnha x reader

[zeke-best]

dabi: i don't care about my family

dabi when he thinks about his family:

#dabishiga #dabi todoroki #bnha dabi #dabi my hero academia #dabi headcanons #dabi x reader #dabi smut #yandere dabi #dabi is touya #touya angst #touya x reader #touya headcanons #touya todoroki #touya x keigo #todoroki family #mha todoroki #shoto todoroki

[plush-rabbit]

Rot

Request: happy birthday!!! I know its weird but as a bday request I would love to have you write the most self indulgent fic for yourself if you feel like it because your fics are always a gift for us and since I cant because I cant write for shit maybe you should write something for yourself? idk its an idea more than a request tbh, but happy bday anyway!!

Word Count: 3.7K

A/N: it was my birthday and this took a while to pump out but here it is!! my thing!! because if i cant enjoy my cake, i’ll write about something!! -

He stares into your eyes, his eyes finally adjusting to the dimness of your room. The fan spins above creating a chill wind that has you clutching the blanket in your fists. His body is splayed beside you, arms and legs tense, and eyes focused on the ceiling where the paint has begun to chip. His head turns towards you before his eyes do, and you give him an odd look- expectant and eager. There’s a flex in your jaw, and he hears the little click that it makes. The question hangs in the air. 

Your eyes are wide, almost unblinking and owl-like as you try to search his own face for any expressions. The tip of your tongue peeks out, wetting your upper lip and it returns back, hidden inside of your mouth, laying after your teeth. You swallow, and a lump shifts in your throat. You want an answer. Would you be able to tell if he’s lying? Would you even care? Would it just be another thing that you would take- that you would accept because it was just easier that way; because if you questioned it, pried too deep, you might end up hating him. He’s sure he could lie to you and you wouldn’t think twice about it. There’d be a spark in your eyes- content for getting something out of him and a smile would stretch your lips. You’d nod and kiss the corner of his lips, and it'd be your way of saying thank you to him. You’d thank him for being honest and he wouldn’t feel guilty about lying to you and stealing that little bit of trust that you gave to him for no particular reason.

There’s a siren outside, and it’s you who becomes stiff, whose eyes dart to the window. There’s no real reason why you'd be scared of law enforcement- you haven’t done anything to warrant such fear. The only crime you ever committed was when you accidently hit the corner bumper of a car with your own. It’s like you’re still waiting for the police to come and arrest you, as if you don’t have a murder in your bed who just moments ago had you under him.

You really are odd. 

It’s not as if you don’t know him. Maybe those first few dates where he showed up to your place with nothing more than the coat on his back. His skin would smell of baby wipes and cologne that you confessed had made your throat burn. Even so, he’s made no attempt to hide who he is. Up until just a few months ago, his crimes weren’t something that the public talked about. Sure, there were deaths that were made public, innocent people who smiled at the camera and had a sort of respectable look towards them, but then there were others who went unnoticed. Scoundrels who had a nasty sneer, who didn’t hesitate to say such cruel words, and who had bloody knuckles. People who didn’t get an obituary and were instead, just labeled as missing because it was easier to say that- to look for them and just reason that they ran off.

But you hadn’t seemed to care. You brought him like a stray cat- let the smell of the cologne that burned your throat and made your eyes water linger in your bedsheets and hands that were never quite soft touch at every intimate part of you- the nape of your neck, the pittering of your heart just above your left breast, the swell of your tummy that was full of food. 

Something warm touches just above where his purpled scars begin to creep upwards- right at the middle of the skin that still belongs to someone who has long been forgotten. He gives a start and his eyes finally focus where yours are crinkled with worry. “Dabi? You still with me?” You ask in a small voice, cooing to him like an injured animal. You’re still using his name even if you believe that it isn’t his. In the corner of his eye, he sees your hand lift slowly, and it falls between his chest and yours.

You’re still waiting for an answer. “What’s the sudden interest?”

You blink once. Twice. And once more, and your eyes casted downwards. The sheet rolls off your body as you turn to lay on your back. His throat is dry. He’s made you upset. You won’t tell him, but you’re an open book no matter how mysterious you want to appear. It just isn’t in your nature to hide your feelings.

“I just thought it would be nice to know something more about you.” Your tone is wistful, and your eyes are sad. He wishes he knew what you were thinking. Even if he can read every emotion, he could never read your mind. He can never know if you keep him around because you pity him,  or if there’s actually something there, something so perverse and rotten, that it’ll disgust him if he ever knew the truth. “It’s okay.” It isn’t- you're still not facing him. “Names are sacred and whatever.” You’re trying so hard to sound poetic and nonchalant that it’s making acid burn the inner soft part of his throat. Your hand scratches at the side of your temple and you don’t look at him.

All you did was ask if his name is Dabi. That’s it. Nothing more and nothing less. It’s just a simple yes or no answer, and while he knows that you would have wanted to hear him talk more, you would have accepted any of his answers no matter how simple. 

You don’t care for any of who he was or who he will be. 

“Does it matter if I have any name? I call myself Dabi. Isn’t that enough for you?” It comes out rougher than it should be and his molars grind into each other.

It’s getting harder and harder to look at you, to ignore that pitiful, melancholic look that you give him, the one where he can’t escape his reflection. “I guess so,” you answer, turning your back towards him. Your left arm curls under your head, acting as a cushion despite the pillows being just a few inches away from the top of your head. Your right arm extends outwards, hand limp and fingers reaching down for the ground. 

No. No. No, no. 

You’re not supposed to look away from him. You’re supposed to be looking up at him- focused and smiling, holding his hand until you fall asleep and you eventually cling to him during the night. There’s always something there, irradiant and gleaming like a pearl that’s been covered in grime and muck. You’re supposed to look at him when you fall asleep, pity replaced with something that he’ll never have or be able to mimic. 

Look at him. Look at him. Look at him.

What do you want from him? His name doesn’t matter. Not in the way that you think it does. 

The fan spins on and the light creates soft shadows. You must be eager to avoid him if you don’t want to waste another second awake. His tongue wets his chapped lips, the taste of copper faint. “Should I leave?” He croaks out in shame. 

You twist in the bed- your legs still facing the wall, your torso twisted, and head turned to him. “What?”

He scratches the thin bed sheet with his nails. “Do you want me to leave?”

You untwist yourself, lifting yourself until you’re looking down at him, and under your gaze, he feels like he’s being pulled apart, as if you’re seeing something that even he can’t. Your head is cocked to one side, and like before, your eyes are wide, staring down at him, trying to look- to see him. He wonders if he’s as emotionless as he makes himself out to be. Your lips purse together. He isn’t like others- he can’t just ask for affection, can’t even put it into words. Neither can you, but at least you try to do something other than sexual, at least you kiss him before anything else. You feed him and hold his hand and all he can do is wrinkle your shirt and sully your body with the dirt under his nails.

“Of course not,” you say quickly, horrified that he would even suggest something like that. “It’s cold out. I’m not letting you go out in the cold.”

His gaze focuses elsewhere; like a child that’s been caught doing something naughty and can’t handle the shame and embarrassment. “I can bum somewhere for the night.” The words taste bitter on his tongue and shame burns in his face and simmers in the tips of his ears.

“Dabi?” His name has never sounded so sweet.

The blanket has fallen from your chest and lays crumpled on your lap. He is still covered, the shirt that you have bought for him loose on his body, and the rest of his patched skin hidden under the covers. He doesn’t answer you, doesn’t give you a look and a part of him hopes that you’ll tell him to leave and a deeper, starved and child-like part of him wants you to hold him and kiss the top of his head. Under the covers, his nails press into the heel of his hand. The sharp pain is enough to make his head stop spinning.

There’s a shuffle beside him, the bed giving off a low creak as you rest once more, this time turning your attention toward him. In his peripheral vision, he can see your hand lift and reach out slowly, and his jaw tightens, but you don’t seem to notice. 

Instead, you rest your hand soft on the side of his face. The pads of your fingertips rest just below the half-moons under his eyes, and your palm is nothing more than a phantom that makes his skin prick. You don’t have to give him a gentle nudge to have him face you, he does it all on his own. Eyes half-lidded, wanting to close, to not have to look at you, to not have to see you and see his own reflection, but you call his name in that soft tone, and he stays looking at you despite how much that lingering sense of emptiness is starting to grow and consume him, to stain his being with grime and muck. 

“Do you want to leave?” A part of him will always wish that he had never met you- that you got to live your life with someone that wasn’t so rotten and cruel. He’s many things- and soft will never be one of them, he could never be enough for you and even as he lies in your bed, cradling your hand with his, and shaking his head, he feels ugly at having kissed you. You smile, and your body digs deeper into the bed, the blanket covering just below your chest. “Then you’ll stay here, and in the morning I’ll make some breakfast for us.”

He doesn’t want to leave. Not when it’s cold outside. Not when you’re beside him, keeping his old shirts cleaned because you want to. Because you want him to have something nice.

Outside, he can hear a car’s tires squeal and the sound makes your mouth pull into a thin line. It’s better if you don’t see him. Not now. Not when he hasn’t even said ‘thank you’ for letting him stay the night. He reaches over you, your hand falls to your chest and your touch is burned into him. The light is snuffed out, with beads of amber peeking from between the blinds. 

The covers and the mattress don’t feel right under him. The fabric is crumpled, wrinkled and overlapping, the stitched lines of the diamonds are coming undone, tickling him and making his skin feel as if ants are walking on him. In the dark, your figure becomes a dark mass to his eyes, and in turn, he must look like that towards you. He doesn't want to be perceived by you at the moment. Even so, it doesn’t take long for his eyes to begin to adjust. His body betrays him, using whatever little light that peeks through the blinds to make out your shape. He can start to see you, little bits that start to piece together- the bridge of your nose, the way your eyes are still open, and the way the blanket shifts as you do, starting to move closer to him. 

Sleeping almost feels wrong. The world has beat on him, torn him apart and left him with a never fading scar, and the act of sleeping has been tarnished. He’s been denied so much of his life- had years stolen from him and now he pays the price for it. He’s unable to properly show and control his emotions, often feeling like they're bigger than him- feeling as if they’d burst out of him, swelling him up like a balloon until he’s being torn at the seams of his skin. Holding your hands under the covers feels like it’s too much- like he’s violating something of yours despite already having done so much more with you. This simple act of him reaching forward makes his stomach twist until he feels as if he’s going to vomit and look ugly. 

His hands must feel like sandpaper against yours. 

Yet, you still hold his hand, squeezing it back and inching closer to him. You still touch him; you still allow him to touch you. You know what’s done. You know who he is. What do you gain from him? Even if he had wanted to make this work, he couldn’t. He has blood on his hands that will never become clean. He has blood that seeps out of him like poison, and he’s going to live with it- and he won’t regret it. He won’t cry and wish to be forgiven, because it can never be forgiven. His actions can never be washed away no matter how many times you wash his back and kiss his crown. You slept with him, not expecting that he would stay the night, not expecting that he would come back like a stray that’s been starved and fed once. 

Even tonight, you kissed him and called him pretty knowing that there was a monster feasting on your skin and blood. But even you have blood on your hands. You bite into him to muffle your moans, to keep your whimpers and sounds for him, canines into the soft spot between his neck and shoulder, his pulse quickening as you made such perverse sounds for him. You cling so tightly to him- dug your nails into the scars on his back, not caring for a moment if you were hurting him, forgetting that he was stapled together just above you. And he kissed you- sloppy and teeth bumping into each other to let you know that he was fine, because as much as it stung- as painful as it was, it felt so good to know that you didn’t want to let go of him. 

He felt every part of you. Touched and memorized the grooves of your skin, every freckle, ever thin, paled scar, every bit of you that giggled when he let his finger ghost over your sides. Your skin has been nipped at with his teeth- sharp enough for you to whine and curse, to hold the swelling wound. He touches and feels you with such a primal need to mark you, to let his canines drag against the soft squish of your skin.

“What are you thinking about?” You ask, bringing his hand up to examine it under the darkness. 

“Breakfast,” he lies.

“What are you in the mood for?” 

Your fingertip traces over the rising scar, and he tries to ignore the way that it makes him feel, but even so, he intakes a sharp breath of air. His jaw closes, molars pit against each other in order to keep anything else in. You don’t stop your tracing.

“Whatever you have. I’m not picky.” You’ve started to trace over the lines in his palm and his fingers rise and fall.

“Are you going to stay for the day?” You’re too enamored with his hand to focus on looking at him.

“Yes.” He says too quickly for his liking. “Is that okay?” That question comes out sounding far too wretched for his liking.

“Yeah.” Your thumb runs down his. “There’s this movie I want to see. I think it’ll be fun to watch it with you.” He hums. “It’s about cannibals.” He breathes a short laugh. “It’s like a romantic comedy if that helps.”

“It really doesn’t, but I’ll watch it.” 

He’d subject himself to whatever it is that you wanted. You wouldn’t have to pry his eyes open or force him; he’d do it all willingly if it meant that you’d sit beside him. He’d go through a hundred terrible movies- he stops himself. He’s been starting to grin- he doesn’t even know when that had started. He’d torture himself through movies and for what? He’s gone through far worse; the act of thinking that movies were some form of torture is repulsive. 

“Your team won’t miss you?”

“Nah. I'm doing a bit of my own thing for a bit.”

He wonders if you would miss him if he never came back. You shouldn’t, but he hopes that you will. He hopes that it would be ugly- that you’d sob and have your heartbroken over him. That’s his only wish for all of this- that you’d miss Dabi enough to wretch and become a mess and a shadow of yourself.

“You’re gonna be okay?” The way you ask that question makes his stomach twist and shame burn the back of his neck. 

“Always am,” he says without skipping a beat.

Silence befalls the both of you. You move closer to him, still holding his hand in yours. No other word is uttered, nothing breaks the silence except for the electrical humming in your home. That’s the end of the conversation and he accepts it the way that you accept that he won’t ever do more than stay for a day or two.

Is it cruel of him to want you to miss him? It has to be. There’s some twistedness inside of him, one that he was born with, and grew with and he let the rot fester in him. He’ll never be a saint, he’ll never be a holy, and neither will you- you’ll be sullied by him and even if he knows that you deserve more than what he could give to you, he’s still going to latch on like a parasite, clinging to you for life. Of course, you’d never see him that way. He doesn't know why. In the back of his mind, he’s sure he’s some kind of project for you- something that you can fix and smile when you’re on deathbed. 

Your name is whispered, and it feels so foreign on his tongue, heavy and sugar coated that it makes his bones ache. There’s no answer. 

It’s presumptuous of him to think that. You don’t try to fix him. The most that you do is wash his back and buy him new clothes that he would never wear outside of your home. There’s a familiar ache in the middle of his throat- swelling and constricting his air. His eyes burn and he’s worried that he’s going to ruin your pillow cases. You’ve let him use your soft towels, he can’t dirty something else for yours with his blood.

You've given him new clothes. Cleaned his old ones, but no matter how hard you tried the dirt and blood of it would never disappear. The blood will always stay there- a soft pink patch that would only get redder by the day. The dirt spreading, darker and thicker with every day. He never used the new ones outside of your home. Never dared to dirty them. Not something of yours- because no matter what, no matter how often you tried to give them to him, they were still yours. Something that you had risked to share with him.

He's bled a few times in your home. Stained your sheets and the first time you looked inconvenienced, a bit disgusted that someone was just bleeding on your items but then he made a pained, pitiful sound, a forced one, anything to get you to look at him with something other than disgust. He wanted you to look at him the way you would look at any other. And it worked, because you held him and bandaged his wounds, held his hands and touched the calloused tips of his fingers. 

Should he kiss you goodnight? Does it matter? You’re asleep, you wouldn’t even know if he’s kissed you or not. Kissing isn’t something that’s taboo for either of you, but doing it now- when whatever talk you just had is still lingerie in the air? Is that right for him to do? He wants to kiss you, there’s no doubt about it. Dabi has long grown attached to you and ‘attached’ is the wrong word, it’s something needier, something possessive. 

No matter the answer, you’re asleep and it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter because he’s going to leave and he won’t return and he hopes that you’ll cry.

The pink of his tongue swipes to wet his lips, and he takes in a chill breath of air that breathes out warmly. With a trembling motion, he leans to peck the corner of your mouth. With no one to witness him, he lets himself linger, letting his hands entangle themselves in your hair, and legs interlacing with yours. He pulls away, only to let his chin rest on the top of your head. Your weight is on his hand, and he closes his eyes.

In the morning, he’ll wake up with you in the kitchen. It’ll be a moment where he forgets just where he is, where his mind hasn’t caught up to him, where he’s caught in a fog and he’ll think that this is his norm- that he’s deserving of having homemade breakfast after all that he is. And while he’s eating and drinking coffee, he’ll wish that you had let him rot on the street.

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[taliseby]

WARNING: Smut | +18 content

Feat. Hawks, Aizawa, Bakugou, Dabi, and Shigaraki

HAWKS

Subtly checks in on you during the whole thing, “Does that feel good, beautiful?” “You want more? Can't get enough of my cock?” Always making sure he has you wanting and begging for more. Has a thing for enthusiastic consent. The more you want him, the more he's willing to give you.

He's a man known for going fast, but he wants to take this slow. Well, as slow as he can manage when his cock is being milked by your tight heat.

He's at your every whim here. You say faster, he's going faster. You say slower, he's slowing down till you can feel every ridge and vein on his cock. You want him to fuck you dumb? His pleasure. Want him to take his time and worship every part of you? Get ready to be treated like a goddess because he's diving in.

Uses your hips as a way to anchor his hands in place. He gets a bit excited and sometimes intense in the way he move so his hands find themselves wandering a lot. Eventually, he squeezes the plush of your hips to keep them in place and help guide your hips to meet his.

Such a sweet talker and a giant tease. “So pretty when you arch your back like that.” “C'mon, you can do it~” “Lemme see those pretty eyes, baby, look at me.”

His aftercare is so soft. Cleans you up and massages your body to help you relax until you're just putty on the fresh sheets. He's getting you some water and juice and a snack or two while turning on your favorite show or movie and holding you close. Kissing your head and cheek and whispering how much he loves you and how perfect you are to him.

AIZAWA

Talks. You. Through. It.

This man is full of praise and encouragement mumbled between tight grunts and husky moans. The kind of man you can shut your brain off with because he'll guide you all the way to your orgasm himself. Tells you where to touch yourself and gently manhandles you into the positions he favors.

He's so observant your first time, too. He already loves you so much, and seeing you so vulnerable and willing under him makes his head spin. He'll take in every little movement and noise you make. He wants to know you inside and out and what better way to do that than have your legs hanging over his shoulders with his cock nestled inside your heat.

He is very attentive and wants to make sure you're feeling good and enjoying how he fucks you. Checking in with you, “That okay, honey? Does it feel good?” “Want me to keep going? You gotta talk to me, pretty.”

Keeps a steady pace. Not too fast, not too slow. He wants to make it last but wants you to feel good. He can be a bit lazy in his free time, but he's a giver by nature. Your pleasure is all he wants, and having you whine and moan for him is what he needs most.

Kisses up your calf and ankles while rolling his hips. He thinks it's so precious how you wiggle your hips for more and is more than happy to give it to you.

Will pound you into the mattress if that's what you want. Fold you in half as he hunches over your body to kiss you and taste your sweetness. Every noise drives him crazy and makes him slam his hips into yours.

His aftercare is so sweet, too. Full of praise and softness. Helps you clean up and makes sure to get you water and maybe a snack if you want. Cuddles you up to him because he wants you close and wants to tell you he loves you so bad.

BAKUGOU

He's so NERVOUS. He's always been careful with you because he loves you so much and doesn't want to hurt you or scare you off.

He can't even bring himself to help you undress. Instead, he lets you give him a little strip tease. His eyes watch for every inch of skin that you reveal. Groaning when you take your bra off and let your tips drop out. Even peeling his own clothes off feels so intimate with him. He's all scared up and built like a God and can't help but feel bashful when he sees the way you eye him like a hungry animal.

Once he's bare ass naked, he gets a little more of a kick. He grabs you up and tosses you onto the bed with a grin. His eyes raked over your body, taking in every curve and dip. Your plushness is so fucking beautiful he just wants to eat you up. So he does. Buries his face between your legs because he'll be damned if his woman doesn't cum all over his face. Wants you weak and wet before he even tries to sink his cock into you.

But good God when he goes. He's so fucking thick he's steching you out so fucking nicely. He'll watch every inch that disappears into your hole. Loves the way your puffy cunt sucks him up and squeezes him. His new favorite sight. Can't imagine any other pussy around his cock but yours. Just so fucking soft and warm that he feels intoxicated by you.

He starts slow, easing himself out, then back in, and just watches you melt into the bed. Your hands grip the sheets and your head thrown back while you bite your lip and moan his name. God, he loves you so fucking much. Practically begs to cum inside you because pulling out feels like a sin against man.

Aftercare is delightful. Cleans you up and holds you against his chest. Doesn't talk much, but has you falling asleep in his arms.

DABI

Spontaneous. He's not much of a planner, so your first time with him will be pretty heat of the moment. Making out on the couch in your living room turns into you stripped down on his lap.

I can't see him having the most experience, but he makes up for it with confidence and cockiness. His hands touching everything his eyes see and even having the nerve to stare you dead in the eyes while he cups and rubs your cunt with his warm hands.

Makes you cum on his fingers first. Slipping his middle and ring finger inside you and just watching you fall apart and try to grind and bounce on his hand. Fuck, his fingers are so long and he curls them just right that he's rubbing that spongy spot that has you seeing stars. When he's done he's making you suck your own cum off his fingers.

Uses it as a distraction to slip the tip of his cock into you. Hisses as he feels your pussy suck him in and your teeth graze his soaked fingers, “Now, now…We don't bite without permission, Cutie. Take my cock like a good girl and I'll make you feel so good.”

Lets you set the pace for the most part. He's cocky but he gets lost in the feeling of you clenching his cock so tightly. When he's close he'll demand you go faster and may even grab your hips to force you to bounce quicker on him.

Aftercare is kinda lazy. Have you cockwarm him for a bit while you just lay on his chest. His warm hands massage your muscles as he speaks sweet nothings into your ear. Let's you clean yourself up but will tease you for the awkward shuffle you have to do with cum dripping down your legs.

SHIGARAKI

Has no idea what he's doing but really wants you and wants you to feel good. Has you sat in his lap, and he tries hard not to just rip and tug at your clothes. So excited he can barely wait to get you naked and on his dick. And he gets SO hard so fast. Twitching everything you shift on his lap or make a sound.

His hands are just everywhere, unsure brushed of his cold fingertips tease your warm skin. It isn't on purpose but he's absolutely worshiping your body and how it feels to have you sat on his cock. He doesn't let you move quite yet. He wants to savor the tightness of your pussy clenching around him.

When you do start to move, he can't help but throw his head back into the pillow that props him up and thrust up to meet your bouncing hips. His hands are gripping your hips and ass so tight they may leave little bruises.

Once he's gotten into it, he holds your hips up and plants his feet on the bed firmly. His hips slammed up into you. The whole time he's spearing you on his cock he's watching where your bodies merge. The sight of his dick being swallowed up by your cunt has him so close to cumming right there.

His aftercare is kinda shit. Gets you something to clean up with them kinda just hangs around in his room. Though if you ask nicely, he may be willing to get you some water and a snack. Give him a few more times and more experience, and he'll get better at caring for you after the deed is done.

#bnha smut #mha smut #bnha headcanons #mha headcanons #bakugou smut #hawks smut #dabi smut #shigaraki smut #aizawa smut #chubby reader

[angelltheninth]

How would Deku, Bakugo, Shoto, Mirio, Hawks and Dabi react to their girlfriend getting kidnapped?

Thanks for the angst Anon.

Pairing: Izuku, Bakugo, Shoto, Mirio, Keigo, Touya x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, kidnapping, injury, soothing kisses

A/N: More angst for today, more!

Izuku freaks out outwardly

Will lose sleep over finding you and even after finding you too

Carries you to the medical wing himself cause he doesn't want to be apart from you for a second

Breaks into tears once the fight with your kidnappers is over

He's hard to understand cause his voice keeps cracking from worry

Visibly tired but stays up the whole night anyway to make sure you don't have nightmares

Talks loudly when he should be whispering, all from worry

One of the rare times when you see him absolutely furious

Keeps an eye on you for days after

Blushes when you constantly call him your hero

Bakugo absolutely loses his mind when you go missing

Yells at everyone who was on the mission with you

Blames himself most of all but he can save that self-loathing for after he saves you

Very brutal and angry while he fights, so much so that he's the one who looks like the bad guy

Scares the living shit out of everyone but you

Holds onto you like his life depends on it

No one else can touch you, he barely even lets doctors do it

Snaps his fingers and makes angry sparks while he waits

Gets even more protective, real guard dog energy

Does not allow himself to cry in front of you

Shoto keeps a cool head while looking for you

Even when he's talking to your kidnappers he's calm

The only time his composure cracks is when they threateen to hurt you in front of him

A noticable drop in temperature happens right then

He's a little less careful when fighting if your life is on the line

Won't hesitate to use his fire quirk as a a scare tactic

Gets almost as scary as his dad

Cools any injuries you have so it's easier for you to handle them while you get actual medical attention

Doesn't realize half of him is burning while the other half of the waiting room wall is frozen solid

The first thing he does when he sees you is kiss you

Mirio tries to keep his composure but it's cracking fast

Those who know him best can already see how worried he is

Always pushed himself far but esoecially now, he's all over the place

Snaps at his friends when they tell him he's pushing himself too much

Makes really quick work of your kidnappers, he can't stand the sight of them

Talks very little while fighting so you know he is rightfully pissed

Nothing can keep him out of your room that night

Makes sure to smile around you a lot

Cries as soo as you tell him you can see how much pain he's in

Has nightmares for a few days after

Keigo flies all over the city in a wild frenzy

Almost crashed a few times because he kept pushing his wings to their limit

Close to pasing out when he finally finds you

He is not in a mood to hear what the kidnappers want

Just wants them gone and you safe in his arms

Only has a few feathers left so he needs to make this quick

Doesn't stick around for any press talk or picrures

To be honest he doesn't see this as something people should know to many details off

You need to get home where he can keep an eye on you and look you over for injurues but it looks it's just a few scratches

As soon as his wings grow back he wraps them protectively around you

Touya is surprised anyone has the nerve to kidnap his girlfriend

Your kidnapers must have a death wish

Makes a very big and loud enerance, they should all know how much trouble they're in

Almost kills all of them in his anger, the only thing that makes him pause is your crying face

You've already been through enough today, he won't add you seeing him like a killer

But these guys won't ever think of kidnaping everyone ever again

If he could he would put you in a box and never let anyone so much as see you

Does give you as much freedom as you need however he insists that he's always with you from now on

Seems like his fearsome reputation is no longer enough to keep you safe

He'll glady make examples of anyone who tries to hurt you

#bnha x reader #izuku x reader #bakugo x reader #shoto x reader #mirio x reader #hawks x reader #dabi x reader #bnha imagines #bnha headcanons #bnha fluff #bnha angst #mha x reader #mha imagines #mha headcanons #mha fluff #mha angst #x female reader

[amaraee]

"TWINSIES!"

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[shiggybrainr0t]

dabi who insists that what you have is casual, and that’s all it ever will be. but here he is, cuddled up to you with his head laying against your soft chest, his heart slowly syncing to yours. a movie is playing on your laptop at the end of the bed, but he isn’t paying attention. instead he basks in the feeling of you softly running your hand through his hair, of listening to the soothing music vibrating out of your chest and into his ear.

sometimes he wishes he could become a part of you. that he could curl up small, and be tucked safe beside your heart. that way he could constantly be soothed by the gentle beating of your love for him, and he won’t have to think about anything else.

just as he’s drifting off, he feels the gentleness of you tugging at a staple on his cheek, barely there. he still lazily nips at you fingers in retaliation.

“you’re missing the best part.”

he hums in response to your murmur, the vibrations of your words a tickle against his face. dabi rubs his head against your chest, and settles in more securely in your arms. he grips your waist, feels the softest parts of you with burned hands. you huff softly, but tighten the hold you have on him all the same.

here he isn’t dabi. he hasn’t died and come back to life a monster. he hasn’t forsaken everything he thought he once loved. he doesn’t want to burn the world down, because that would mean you burning with it.

here, he’s just touya.

#sad hours open #dabi #bnha dabi #dabi x y/n #dabi x reader #dabi headcanons #dabi fluff #my hero academia #my hero x reader #touya x y/n #touya headcanons #mha touya #mat’s dabi #mat’s writing