Oh! Could I Please Request Dabi Showering The F! Reader In Gifts? Except What He Thinks Is A Romantic

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Hello! I was wondering if you can do a nsfw headcanons or scenario of the reader walking in on Bakugou jerking off to them! Thanks!!

This was so odd for me to write because I think if the reader walked in on Bakugou jerking off he’d be so angry and mortified it would take ages to even make eye contact with him again after so this probably wouldn’t happen, but I tried my best haha~

Warnings: 18+

Your slippers pattered against the wood floor as you made your way to Bakugou’s room, intending to return a book he had lent you earlier in the week.

As you lifted your hand to knock against the door you heard light panting or groans. Was he asleep?

Your heart almost stopped when you heard him groan your name.

Did he know you were outside? Now you looked creepy listening against the door.

You barged through, intending to apologise profusely.

But then, you dropped the book. The sight in front of you was absolutely sinful.

Bakugou’s Hans was wrapped firmly around his length, and what a length it was.

“Y/N, what the fuck?!”

Your body was froze in position as you watched Bakugou scramble to pull his sheets over his naked body, his face flushed red.

“Uh- I’m sorry, I- your textbook. Uh-”

Why was forming words so hard right now. Even though Bakugou’s face was glaring at you, you couldn’t get the image of him touching himself out of your head. And he called your name.

“Did you say my name-” You closed the door before walking closer to Bakugou.

“Why the fuck would I say your name?”

“You did,” this confirmed it, the embarrassment in his voice made something between your legs stir.

“Can I watch?”

“I’m not letting you watch shit,”

“So can I help?” You blushed at your coyness.

Bakugou appeared to think for a moment, his red eyes almost staring you down, before he pulled back the sheets. His cock was still painfully hard, erect and curving towards his stomach. You moved your fingertips down to graze against the length as Bakugou looked away, trying to hide his embarrassment.

Your fingers reached the top of his length as you brushed your fingers against his slit, coating them in pre-cum as you curled your fingers around the tip.

Bakugou hissed at the contact and bucked his hips towards your touch as you settled between his legs on the bed.

When you took him into your mouth he nearly came right there and then.

You felt unbelievable. The amount of times he’d fantasised about doing this with you and it was happening, right now.

He worked up the courage to cup his hand on the back of your neck to help guide you along his length, trying to gain control of the very compromising situation he was in.

He pushed your head further down his length, making you gag as his tip hit the back of your throat, but the lewd noise made Bakugou groan.

When your fingers moved down to tease his balls this is what really sent him off.

He tried to pull you off his length as he was about to come, but you pushed his hand away, continuing to suck his length. When you moved your hand down to tease his balls, he came with a guttural moan as he called out your name.

You gagged slightly on his release, trying to hide your displeasure at the taste but you continued to suck his length as he rode out his climax.

When you pulled away you looked up at him shyly, not sure what to do now. Did you just leave? Or did he want you to stay?

“Stop looking at me like that after you just sucked my dick, we all know you’re not fucking shy.”

Stuck With You {Smut}

This is just pure smut, I’m sorry yall

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fruition // katsuki bakugou

↷ SYNOPSIS: In which you’re a wingman for your best friend, but somehow, you’re falling in love with Katuski Bakugou.

CHARACTER PAIRING: Katsuki Bakugou x reader

WORD COUNT: 8,446

WARNINGS: N/A

The Lonely Hearts Club has three members. The Lonely Hearts Club is also known as the Christmas Tree Club because you all are pining (Kaminari and Kirishima are huge fans of puns). Outside of Kaminari’s room, you call it the Christmas Tree Club (“We’re going to seem like a bunch of losers if we call it the ‘Lonely Hearts Club’ outside,” Kaminari bemoaned”). You’ve annoyed your classmates successfully by singing Christmas Tree songs at inopportune times, but that’s about it.

So far, it is also an unofficial club because you don’t want to explain to Aizawa why this club exists in the first place. It is awfully embarrassing to tell a teacher the reason why your club is called the Christmas Tree Club when it has nothing to do with Christmas trees and more of your raging idiocy and hormones. The three of you are just hopelessly single and alone and need support. Most likely, there’s nothing you can do about it since you’re all heroes-in-training, but all of you would like to hope that there’s something beyond being chained to a job. 

“What are our problems?” Kaminari complains one day, throwing his hands up in the air. His face is colored in anguish, and you can’t blame him. “Why can’t we stop being single?”

“Because of you,” you and Kirishima chime in sync. 

Kaminari glares at the two of you, raising his eyebrows. “Excuse me, I’m the only one out of us who has dated someone.”

“You’re excused,” you quip back, high-fiving Kirishima when he laughs with you. “My excuse is that I haven’t found the right person.”

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every time I see someone insult Kuroo’s hair I’m just???

messy hair is sexy and you’re all just cowards

Squirting Headcanons

Someone mentioned that I hadn’t done any headcanons for a while so what better way to fix that than squirting? I hope you guys enjoy~

Warnings: 18+, squirting. 

Characters: Amajiki, Bakugou, Dabi, Kaibara, Kaminari, Kirishima, Shigaraki, Shindou, Takami/Hawks, Tokoyami. 

Headcanons under the cut cause it got kinda long~

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reincarnation

— Five chances to fall in love. Five reincarnations to find the person you’re destined to be with. It just so happens that in each life you keep meeting a man with brown hair and a sweet involvement of primroses —

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pairing: kaibara sen x fem!reader

warnings: soulmate au!, reincarnation au!, royalty au!, fake dating au!, college au!, villain!kaibara au!, fluff, angst, cursing, alcohol consumption

word count: 11,820

a/n: this is for the bnharem flower server collab!!!! check out the masterlist here, its pretty dope as fuck!!!! also I know dat none yall know who he is because we sleep on class 1-b, but i worked so hard on this and I wrote it in a single day, and its 4 am rn and im exhausted so pretty please help a girl out and just read it ;-; I also tried out a new… voice??? idk how to even explain dis, but yes huzzah!!!! kaibara sen rights!!!!

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The world is a fantastic place.

And to my beautiful reader, know that this is a world where soulmates exist. A world where someone is created flawlessly for you is someone who holds you to the highest symbol, who carries you through the most significant highs and lowest lows without a whine or grievance. 

A soulmate is destined to be yours, but sadly they are hidden within the world. 

My dearest reader, you only have five chances to figure out who your soulmate is. Five reincarnations to figure out who the one who is meant for you. Lucky for most humans, soulmates are found within the first two reincarnation cycles but heed this warning.

At the end of you and your soulmates twenty-first year, you must find each other and fall in love. Should you fail to find and love your soulmate, you’re put into another reincarnation to try again. Each attempt is marked on your wrist, a Roman numeral to indicate whether you have succeeded or failed. You will carry the rest of that reincarnation unable to ever see your soulmate ever again, but when the tattoo changes colors, you know the person you love is the one for you.

Good luck, my dearest reader, this is a challenging journey, but I know that you will do well.

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