WAIT DID U GET THE ASK THAT LIKE ADDED MORE TO THE BAKUGOS OLDER BROTHET THING CUS FOR SOME REASON TUMBLR

Something silly with Hawks

As the two of you walk out of the press conference, you both decide to get something to eat.

"So, what's good here?" Hawks asks you, scanning the menu with interest. "And don't give me any of that 'I don't know' business."

You laugh softly at his words. "Keigo, we just got here! how am I supposed to know?" You say as you raise an eyebrow.

Hawks chuckles, a mischievous glint in his eye as he leans back in his chair. "Fair point, but that's what I'm here for – to broaden your culinary horizons," he teases, his tone playful. "Besides, I've got a feeling about this place. That dish with the truffles and foie gras...I bet it's going to be heavenly."

He looks at you with a confident smirk, as if daring you to disagree, or if you'll praise him for choosing something fancy.

"I think I might be interested in some bird, yeah?" You teases back, leaning forward with a small smirk, trying to play innocent, but your eyes give you away.

Hawks's eyebrows shoot up in surprise, his jaw dropping slightly. "Bird? Are you serious, hun?" he says dramatically. "I mean, I know my wings look gorgeous, but that doesn't mean I want to eat them, okay?" He laughs, shaking his head. "But if you're feeling adventurous, I suppose I could order us some grilled quail or something. Just don't tell my feathered friends I said that."

You give him a disapproving look, unable to tell if he's playing dumb, or actually is.

Hawks notices this and gasps slightly. "Ohhhh." He says softly.

"Ah, so you were just messing with me, huh?" he purrs, his fingers trailing up your arm in a suggestive caress, trying to act like he knew the whole time. "Well, in that case, maybe I'll have to show you just how...fowl...I can be."

You huff and swat his hand away playfully as you lean back in your chair. "Nope, no, you ruined it with the bird pun." You say, trying to hide your smile.

Hawks sighs and pouts slightly.

"...awwww." He murmurs in disappointment.

How're we feeling today bnha fandom

Imagine Giyuu Tomioka having a partner like Zoë Hange of Attack On Titan.

◇Notes: dude I just started watching Demon Slayer and its already my new hyperfixation and I've watched so much already mannnn◇

♧References, swears, silly stuff because I'm coping, also this is actual horse shit (guys i miss hange so much)♧

Like imagine you are completely fucking OBSESSED with demons, similar to how Hange is with Titans.

You spend hours and days without sleep as you study and observe the demon you captured, giggling maniacally to yourself as you watch it struggle.

"Tell me, how do us humans taste?" You ask it, sitting backwards on a chair as you face it. The demon is chained down as Giyuu watches it, katana at the ready.

The demon growls loudly at you, bearing its teeth. You grin devilishly and nod. "I see. We must be an acquired taste, then." You say as you cross your arms, your eyes never leaving the demon's face.

Its not like the demon can't talk, it just doesn't want to. Which makes you yap even more.

"So." You begin, pacing around the room. "Since you refuse to tell me your name," you stop, kneeling down in front of the chained up demon.

"Your name is now Mochi." You grin devilishly, a sparkle in your eyes. Giyuu sighs, leaning against the wall. He's seen you name and talk to the demons as if they were your children, which he quite frankly thinks is weird, but unique.

A few days later, you brought in a friend for Mochi, another demon you named Teeth. You called him Teeth because he tried stabbing you with his own tooth.

Teeth was a lot more talkative. Mostly about how he would one day escape from the chains and kill you, and you only laughed and patted his head.

Giyuu didn't really mind how close you physically got to the demons, because he knew you would be smart and quick enough to dodge if they tried to break free.

However....he did think it was strange how you told bedtime stories to the demons.

But he does think Mochi enjoyed the company.

Mochi and Teeth only lasted for a few days before Sanemi killed him.

"MOCHI!" Your screams of sorrow fill the halls of the estate, crying at your knees as Giyuu rubs your back comfortingly. "TEETHHHH!!"

Giyuu seems more confused by this, but decides to finish comforting you. Sanemi rolls his eyes, getting more annoyed by the minute.

Mitsuri crouches down to you, smiling nervously as she strokes your hair. "Now, now, crying won't help anything! Why don't you review everything Mochi taught you?" She says in her usual soft tone. You just continue to sob as you mourn your dear demon pets, Teeth and Mochi.

Giyuu leaves to get you another pet demon.

He doesn't like it, but he likes seeing you happy.

JEOWKDBEUWQOJEBEIEWOEBEIEHROEVTJEIQKDBEIEHWOFHDIWKSISH

I love her a lot. Like a lot. She is so beautiful and amazing and fun fact that I learned...V always put survival before herself, even though she very much admired N or something and that makes me wanna cry bc I wanna hold her and if she does not like being holded (held) I will respect that and admire her from afar

Oh boy

Oh boy

You guys know what this means

......

♡Devoured by the flames...♡

♡Toya Todoroki x Female reader♡

Male version here!!!

If anyone would like to remember what his voice sounds like here is a video I found with some of his voice lines (in English) if you would like to watch that and then read this

◇Stuff this will contain◇:Aphrodisiacs, face riding, sub!Toya x Dom!reader,

♧People under 18 shouldn't interact♧

♤Enjoy at your own risk.♤

You hate paperwork.

So many reports, so many essays. After every long misson, you had to write a report about how it went, things you encountered, anything you learned. Being a hero had its downsides, but so does everything, you suppose. No matter what you did in life, there were always pros and cons.

Sighing, you lean back on your chair, tilting your head back as you stare at the ceiling and run a hand through your hair. Its messy. You groan. Of course it is. It seems like your whole life has turned around since you became a hero. You've pretty much lost all contact with your friends, your family, anyone you had in your life before all this. And how could you? You were so busy all the time. You couldn't even make plans with someone without canceling last second because you would get called to your agency for something.

So many things were different now.

You can't help but wonder what it would be like to leave. Maybe fake your death? It was probably to early for you to retire. What if you ran away? You could change your whole identity.

You sigh, taking yout hands off of your head as you stand up from your chair. "Alright. Thirty minutes of paperwork. I can probably take a small break now." You mutter to yourself. You look out the window, your eyes widening. "Huh?! Its night! How long have I been working?!" You groan again, shutting your eyes in frustration. "Dammit." You huff.

"Coffee?" Your assistant says, placing the cup on your desk. For some reason, his voice is different. Its more low, deep, and sexy? Your assistant wears a long button down white shirt, black slacks and a face mask. The only light in the room was a dimly lit lamp you used to shine light on your reports with, so you couldn't really make out his face anyway.

You sigh, picking up the cup and taking a large sip from the cup, not caring how you looked or how you came off. "Thanks." You finally huff put after you place the now empty cup back on the desk. Your assistant places his hands on your desk, tilting his head to the right. "Looks like you had a long night, ma'am." He says in a low tone, making you raise an eyebrow.

"Yep. Just the same old stuff. Paperwork, reports, stuff like that." You say in a tired tone of voice as you plop yourself down on your office chair. Your assistant walks around the desk and over to you, sitting on the floor infront of you. "You seem stressed." He observes. "Thanks, captain obvious." You grumble out, rubbing the bridge between your nose. You suddenly feel...Hot. Horny.

You feel suddenly turned on. Hold on...

That fucker put something in your drink.

You feel as his hands grab your knees, slowly sliding his hands up to your thighs. "Would you...maybe like me to take some of that stress away?" He asks, a slight seductive tone to his voice. You grab his hands, gripping them tightly. You were a pro hero, and you weren't about to let this fucker take advantage of you.

"What the hell did you put in my drink?" You growl out, your own hands squeezing his with a death grip. He lets out a low chuckle, not seeming to mind the strength of your grip. "Nothin." He murmurs, enjoying how you get so angry and worked up over him.

Then it hits you.

Your assistant clocked out earlier today. This wasn't him. His voice belongs to someone else. You quickly rip off his face mask, throwing him to the ground and using your boot to stomp on his chest, keeping him pinned down. You grab the lamp, then shine it in his face...

"Toya." You huff, rubbing the bridge between your nose. Of course it had to be him. It always is. The man grins devilishly up at you, his bright cyan eyes filled with mischief and lust. "Took you long enough to notice." He growls out, grabbing your ankle and lifting your foot up and off of him.

He sits up, looking up at you as you sit back down onto your office chair. You groan, placing your face on your hands. He looks up and you, watching your face intensely as he spread your legs open and rests his head on your inner thigh.

"Toya, no, I don't have time to fuck you tonight." You swat his hands away, grabbing his hair and yanking his head back. The drug he gave you...damn it. The aphrodisiacs are really kicking in. During your relationship with Toya, you found out he adores being taken care of. He loves it when you praise him, degrade him, ride him or his face, or fuck him with your strap. Other times, he loves digging his face into your cunt, shoving his fingers or tongue into you.

He really gave you a whole other definition of switch.

Toya groans, shoving your legs open again. "Its just us in your agency, doll. No one would hear." He says seductively, moving his hands back onto your thighs and up towards the waistband of your pants.

You glare down at him. God dammit, he was so hard to say no to. You sigh, taking his hands off your thighs once again. "Get on the floor. You have ten minutes to make me cum, then your done. Got it?" Toya nods vigorously, a mischievous grin growing on his face. He knew it was just a matter of time before you agreed.

Toya lays down on the floor, watching you closely as you close the windows to your office. He didn't stop you. After all, he was a villain and you were a hero. There would be trouble for both of you if anyone saw. You begin to slowly rid yourself of your belt, placing it ontop of your desk and keeping it relatively close incase Toya needed to be spanked. You slip off your pants, letting them pool around your feet, then finally throw off your panties.

Toya grins devilishly, looking up at you with pure lust in his eyes. You raise an eyebrow at him. "Don't look so excited. You have ten minutes, remember?" You say, hovering your cunt over his mouth. Toya struggles to keep his hands to himself, wanting so fucking badly to grab your thighs and shove you down on his tongue.

You then finally sit down onto his face. You feel his staples graze and press against your inner thighs, poking uncomfortably. The pain is soon replaced by pleasure as Toya flicks his tongue against your clit. Toya slowly begins to lick and suck on your pussy, his tongue moving in slow, deliberate circles around your slit.

He can feel your body trembling against him and he knows that you're enjoying every second of this. "You taste so good," he says between licks, his voice rough between your thighs. Toya continues to lavish attention on your pussy, his tongue delving deeper and deeper inside of you.

He can feel the heat and the wetness of your arousal against his lips and it's driving him wild. "Your pussy is so sweet and soft," he moans, his tongue swirling around your clit. "I could do this all day."

You groan, biting your lip. He's too good at this. You can already feel the hot coil in your abdomen build up, and it hasn't even been five minutes. Toya continues to lick and lap at your cunt like a starved man or a thirsty dog. "Just wondering," He groans out, muffled by your pussy. "If I make you cum before the ten minutes are up, do I get to sit on your face?" Toya asks, slowly beginning to suck on your clit.

You pull and tug on his hair, needing something to hold onto. "I'll think about it..." you moan out, beginning to grind your hips onto Toya's face. As Toya continues to eat you out, he starts to fantasize about the idea of him riding your face. The thought of it makes him even more excited and he picks up the pace, his tongue moving faster and more forcefully.

Toya continues to eat you out, his tongue moving faster and harder against you. He can feel your body shaking with pleasure, and he knows that you're getting close. "That's it," he says, his breath hot against your skin. "Let go for me. I want to feel you cum on my tongue." You really never gave him permission to talk, but you don't care currently.Toya reaches up and grabs your hips, pulling you deep and closer to his face.

He's devouring you now, his tongue moving in quick, firm strokes. He can feel your body tensing up, and he knows that you're on the edge of orgasm. "Cum for me, baby," he whispers, his lips brushing against your sensitive skin. "Let me taste your pleasure. Please, i need you taste you so fucking bad..." He growls out, wanting so badly to palm his hard on, but not wanting to feel your wrath.

Toya knows that you're about to come undone, and he's ready to push you over the edge. He starts to use his fingers, slipping them inside of your pussy and curling them upwards, hitting that sweet spot that drives you wild.Your eyes shoot open, letting out a silent scream as you feel orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks.

Your juices spill out onto Toya's tongue and all over his face, and he immediately laps it up like the dog he is. He stops when you tug on his hair, signaling your done and he needs to stop. Toya helps you sit down, grabbing a few tissues to clean up your pussy. You pant slightly, closing your eyes as you relax into his touch.

Its only been nine minutes.

Toya grins cheekily as he begins to lay you down onto the ground.

"So....how about it?" He grins devilishly.

Fuck.

Kinda wanna go plus ultra on Izuku-

-C

FUCK YEAHHHH

BOUT TO GO FULL COWLING ON THAT CAKE IZUKU SENSEI BOUT TO GET DICKED DOWN TONIGHT

BRO CALL ME FA JIN BECAUSE I'LL HAVE HIM BE BOUNCING ON SOMETHIN ALRIGHT-

Whoaaaa guys who said that omg guys :0

Wait did you want me to write a whole drabble about it :0

Dabi with a healer S/O!

Reader has a healing quirk, anything you touch can start to heal instantly, but slowly

Warnings: Blood, sorta ooc Dabi?

"Hey, you." Dabi speaks, leaning against the doorframe. His deep turquoise eyes look at you up and down, a smirk remaining on his face.

Blood drips from the wounds on his waist and onto the floor. "Mind patching me up?" He says, not really asking. He walks over, sitting on the bed.

You turn to him with a look of confusion on your face that quickly turns to shock.

"Oh my god!" You quickly rush to him, examining his wounds. You grab the bandages, putting them to the side as you dab Dabi's wounds with rubbing alchohol.

Dabi doesnt wince or flinch as you tend to his wounds, not even protesting. He remains silent and motionless, allowing you to do what you need to do. As you work, you notice that his burn scars are extensive and that some of his stitches are coming loose.

You let out a small sigh, knowing you should probably fix those too. Turning away for a moment, you grab the needle and thread. When you turn back to him, you slowly begin to restich the burns.

You try to make it as painless as can be, occasionally glancing up at Dabi's face to see his expression.

Eventually, you finish. Looking up at him, you ask, "What happened?" In a soft and gentle tone.

Dabi is silent for a moment, clearly hesitant to answer. He glances at you, taking in your beauty and soft features. He feels a strange sensation in his chest, as if his heart is beating faster. "It's none of your business." He finally replies, his voice cold and harsh.

You begin to feel a bit frustrated. You just kept this idiot from dying, and he wasn't even going to tell you what happened? How annoying...

"I'm just trying to help." You retort, using your quirk to numb his pain and make the wound heal faster. After a few seconds of silence, you begins to speak again. "Dabi…please. Stop being so reckless." You say softly.

"Your important to the me and the rest of the league…not just because of your quirk." You murmur in a soft voice.

The more Dabi looks at you, the more he sees you as an angel. "I don't need your pity." He waves you off, not seeming to care about the things you say to him.

You give up trying to reach him, putting the remaining bandages away. "I'm done patching up your wounds." You say, turning you back to him as you put your supplies away.

You then look back at him, looking up at him. "Is there anything else that needs to be fixed?" You ask, your voice soft.

Dabi smirks at you, standing up and stepping closer, towering over you with his impressive height. He leans down to your level and speaks in a low voice. "Actually, there is something that needs to be fixed." He says, looking into your eyes.

Slightly unamused with Dabi's antics, you raise an eyebrow. You reach behind you, grabbing the bandages again. "Such as..?"

"You." Dabi says bluntly. "Your too soft and sweet for a villain." He adds, running his fingers through your hair. "I'm surprised you haven't been eaten alive yet.

You begin to feel very annoyed with this. You belong here just as much as anyone else in the league does. "Excuse me?" You respond, stepping back.

Dabi chuckles at your response and stands up straight, continueing to tower over you. "I'm just saying that you don't fit in with the rest of us villains." He says, his voice still low. "You're too kind and innocent for this life."

"I'm not a delicate flower that's in need of protection." You take his hand off your hair and glare at him. "And especially not YOUR protection." You retort. "And if theres nothing broken, I'll be going now." You say sternly, turning and ready to walk away.

Before you can, Dabi grabs your wrist and pulls you back towards him, his other hand sliding down to your waist.

"Oh, right, sure. You're definitely not in need of protection." He says sarcastically, pulling your body flush against his own. "I can see it in your eyes, you're not used to this kind of life. You're too gentle and kind to be a villain." He looks at you with a mischievous smile. "I can take care of you."

You narrow your eyes, and move your hand down to his waist. You pinch his fresh wounds, making him let go of you.

"I told you, I don't need your protection." You say, finally walking away.

Dabi watches you leave. He smirks to himself, knowing that you'll come chasing back to him again.

Its only a matter of time before he has you in his arms again.

What Squad you hanging out with?

Dekusquad: Izuku, Ochako, Iida, Shoto, Tsuyu & Tokoyami

Or

Bakusquad: Bakugo, Kirishima, Kaminari, Mina, Sero & Jiro

listen listen listen listen

Here me out personally I'm so weird and like awkward and like stupid that I could not hang out with the Dekusquad dude they would kick my ass out 💀💀

I'm gonna have to go with Bakusquad because Kaminari can probably set me up with Shinsou or something I MEAN WHAT WHO SAID THAT WOWWWW

And also I'm just as stupid and silly as Sero and Kaminari so like together we could be the three musketeers or something loll

But the minute Bakugou raises his voice at me I would start BAWLINNNNGGGG

dud I cannot handle someone yelling at me man

Reblog if you think a woman can be complete without children

Y’ALL HAVE TIME TO REBLOG THIS. IT TAKES LESS THAN FIVE SECONDS.

Do you guys ever think of prototype deku (Yamikumo)?

Cause i do. Everyday