a/n: thank you @10millionyearsdungeon for helping push for the true creepy potential dabi has to offer and staying up to talk with me most days,, this is a part 1! first day of kinktober! i’ve been waiting to post this one and while my schedule will be wonky, i am so excited to write and to read things people are writing and meet new friends! if you’d like to add me to your kt taglist please feel free to!
“Really?” Dabi chuckled under his breath, swinging the window open. A long back and forth with Shigaraki left him irritated and wandering the streets late at night. He wasn’t quite ready to head back. If only he could find a place to crash.
That’s when he saw you—walking all alone down an empty street. Didn’t you know that there were villains out there? Depraved people looking for lost souls? You walked without a care in the world, holding your head up confidently as though nothing could ever hurt you.
He wanted to greet you, introduce himself maybe. But you looked too delicious to scare away. The moment you saw his scarred form, he knew you’d run away like the rest of them. He just had to be patient and treasure you.
anonymous requested: Hello!! I really like the Midoriya and Kaminari love scratches HC, is it okay for me to request one for Todoroki and Bakugou as well? I’ve just found your blog and i really love it already<3<3
anonymous requested: the love scratches hcs are so funny to me, if your up for it can you do them with todoroki and bakugo?
anonymous requested: I’m not sure if it’s already been done before but If not could you please do the love scratches headcanon with Todoroki? Thanks💙
author’s note: done and done! for those who don’t know, these are based on a series of headcanons i wrote for midoriya and kaminari!
todoroki shouto
There’s a palpable silence in the locker room that goes relatively unnoticed by Todoroki despite the many eyes focuses on him as he finishes unbuttoning his shirt and lets the clothing fall from his shoulders.
“T-Todoroki… Are those—?” One of his classmates speaks up, and he recognizes the voice belonging to Midoriya. His friend is too taken aback to finish his words that leave Todoroki confused as he comes face-to-face with the many stricken expressions in the room.
At first, Todoroki furrows his brows, unsure what has his classmates all riled up, but finally tilts his head behind him when the boys gesture to his back. Or more specifically, the angry red marks ragged on his skin.
Todoroki perks up, nearly forgetting they were even there in the first place, going about his day as he usually does without any problem with them.
“Ah right, these,” Todoroki addresses the marks, turning slightly and unknowingly giving the boys a better look of his canvas of scratches. “Don’t worry, they don’t hurt anything.”
“Dude! Them hurting or not is really the least of our concerns!” Kaminari groans. His face droops in distinct envy at what his classmate has been brazenly up to lately. But whatever Kaminari feels at the moment is only a fraction of what Mineta is grimacing about nearby.
“Powerful quirk… Good looks… Pretty girlfriend… and now this??? Guys like him just get it all, huh?” His mutters go unnoticed by the other males.
“So wait… That noise last night that woke me up was..?” Satou chimes in, remembering how his peaceful sleep had been interrupted for a moment due to what he thought were grunts and groans coming from his neighbor’s room. However, he was quick to dismiss it in favor of going back to sleep when the noise died down.
Todoroki shrugs, rubbing a hand against the nape of his neck. “Sorry, I guess we were a bit… rough last night.”
The boys gape at how casual his words come out, growing even more surprised by the fact their stoic and generally reserved classmate had been getting it on quite passionately from the sound of things.
“Todoroki! If you continue to disturb your classmate’s sleep like this, I am going to ask you—as class representative—to put these frisky activities on hold!” Iida appears by Todoroki’s side with his hands flattened out while he motions them up and down.
“So you’re saying it’s okay as long as I don’t disturb anyone then?” the boy asks. It’s a genuine question, but it somehow catches Iida off-guard.
“W-What? W-Well I—”
“Got it. I’ll make sure to tell Y/n later.”
“Wait, no, please do not tell L/n we discussed your sexual activities in the boy’s locker room!”
bakugou katsuki
The vein blistering on Bakugou’s forehead is already there before anyone even says anything.
He can feel eyes staring into him from behind as he hangs his white shirt inside his locker, reaching for the black tank top of his hero costume.
Eventually, the silence and the fixed looks linger on for more than he deems appropriate, so he decides to finally confront this.
“Alright, just what the hell are you extras staring at me for?”
It’s one of the Bakusquad who is the first to address the elephant in the room.
“Bro, your back has so many scratches on it!” Kirishima says, drawing even more attention to the red marks all over Bakugou’s skin.
“Yeah, and what about it, Shitty Hair?” Bakugou replies crudely with a slight roll of his eyes. “Thought you heard everything already to know where these scratches came from.”
Bakugou’s comment brings a blush to Kirishima’s cheeks. “W-Well, yeah, I kind of have… it’s just—”
“You and Y/n have really been going at it, huh?” Sero jumps in, and Kaminari is quick to follow up.
“You must be pretty rough with her for those scratches to be so red!”
The rest of the boys in the room are not sure how to take in this information. On one hand, the reserved ones like Todoroki, Tokoyami, and Shoji aren’t paying any mind to the conversation, continuing getting dressed for training. But on another, guys like Midoriya, Ojiro, Satou, and Kouda are red-faced, listening to something they feel should be spoken behind closed doors instead of in the boy’s locker room. Deep down though, no one is really shocked that Bakugou’s been getting frisky with his girlfriend.
“Hmm, well that’s no surprise. Bakugou’s a rough guy after all, and honestly way too rough if you ask me. I wonder if Y/n is even receiving any pleasure in this relation—” Mineta attempts to mock him, but before his words can even reach the end, he’s suddenly picked up by his grape head and roughly thrown onto the other side of the room.
“You dunces need to shut the hell up!” Bakugou exclaims in his fit of annoyance, “I’ll have you know, Y/n fucking loves it when we have sex together!” he says confidently as he pulls his black shirt over his head.
“Damn Bakubro, who knew you were so passionate about your love life with Y/n!” Kirishima nudges him teasingly.
“Of course, Shitty Hair. You of all people should know I never half-ass things.”
“Oh yeahhh… I definitely do… I’m reminded every single night, remember?” Kirishima forces a grin on his face while Kaminari, Sero, and the other boys pat his back reassuringly.
could we get a dick headcanon post for the boys + kirishima? like what they look like, are they cut, size, smell, hair, etc. i wanna know what im dealing with when they snatch me up 👀 tysm
THIRSTS!
goodiebag WARNINGS: nsfw, dubcon/noncon, kinks
BAKUGO KATSUKI - KACHAN
Average but proud, besides, a knife is only that unless you know how to weaponize it. He has a thick girth though, will fill you up one way if not the other, stretch you out, rip you apart if it weren't for how kind and gracious he is with his tongue between your legs beforehand. Heavy balls hung underneath, always making the loudest clapping noises when he thrusts into your heat, slapping against your clit when he has you bent over a pillow, burying himself deep inside you like a hound fucking his bitch. And all of him smells like caramel, there’s no escaping it, and he’s always so sweaty by the hands of his quirk, glistening with clear oil-like dew, not sticky, but clammy and slippery, working perfectly as added lubricant and even moisturizer to avoid chaffing and burns.
DABI- TODOROKI TOUYA
Dabi’s cock is... decorated, to the point it’s hard to imagine what he looks like without the sparkling jewels. Being the god of piercings, with a Jacob’s ladder running along the underside of his cock, feeling so cruelly delicious when he strokes the length between your thighs, rubbing through the valley of your tender pussy-lips, silver ticking like cogs over your clit, making you panic from overstimulation before he’s even as much as begun the procedure of entering you. Pushing inside, same zipper-like staples messaging against your walls with delicious friction, not to mention that Prince Albert arrowhead-stud going through the tip of his knob, stabbing at your cervix each time he bottoms-out inside you.
SHIGARAKI TOMURA
It’s a cock. Your every terrible virgin fear. Large and meaty and heavy in your palm, sluggish like a sausage. Pale ashen porcelain-like skin blushed a pretty pink towards the tip, flecked with dark-spotted moles near the base in stark contrast to the gray surrounding it, painted with swelled-thick bumpy veins that make him shudder when you push a little extra pressure into the movement of your fingertips and tongue as you lick up the purple paths. Looking like an overstuffed bratwurst, yet makes you hold your breath when fitting so cruelly delicious inside you, stretching you in all the right ways.
SHINSO HITOSHI
It hardly matters. Not that it isn't a nice dick with a puffy fluffy growth of purple hair, equally soft as the wild locks atop his head, but it hardly matters when his voice is telling you that it’s the best thing you’ve ever felt in your entire life and how you’re left with no other option but to believe him, as he strips you of all consciousness except the ability of feeling him, his divine hands and his heavenly tongue and his godly cock touching every inch of your body, staking its claim, its ownership, as though you are an offering, nothing but his little plaything, nothing but his pretty little pet, simply made to cum so sweetly around his cock each time he whispers the demand in your ear, feel his voice tickle and strangle your every nerve into submission.
TAKAMI KEIGO - HAWKS
It won't stand-out amongst any other cock, except that he takes himself to get groomed just like any other responsible animal would. He likes taking care of himself, or at the very least pay someone else to do it for him. He’ll wash, let air-dry, lotion and walk around the house naked regularly, stating he needs to let his member breathe, often making you do the same, claiming how it should be natural for the two of you, as mates, to walk around in your birthday-suits, which in turn naturally leads to a lot of sex. And if things weren't abnormal enough living with the half-animal... his cock grows during his rut, not just because of his constant erection, but it becomes longer and fatter, swollen, more needy for attention, more sensitive, and cruelly more tolerant as well, having you bent over every and any service each time he feels the bottomless undeniable need to pump you full of his cum.
MIDORIYA IZUKU - DEKU
With Deku’s downright jewish curls, you can imagine he was circumcised as a child for traditional beliefs. Deku grew into an eerie carbon copy of All Might. Towering height and bulging muscles, all except the bush of green hair atop his head and lining his chin and cheekbones with fine stubble, and those deceptively cute freckles adorning his cheeks. Naturally, because of this, has one of the largest cocks on the list, with a monstrous girth, being intimidating even when sleeping, a beast behind the boxer. Big bulging mushroom-shaped cockhead, looking like a hat despite the deep slit running through from top to bottom, springing up like some great lightbulb, bobbing against his navel. Heavy hung balls swinging like golfballs beneath. Neatly trimmed and styled stubble starting at his hilt, mostly dark green with hints of grey and silver sprouts, moving up his pelvis into a pretty line of long thick hairs reaching to his bellybutton, and past it into a manly growth of chest hair.
CHISAKI KAI - OVERHAUL
Such a pretty cock, a cock that makes your mouth water with hunger as you want to suck on it badly, want to roll his perfection over your tongue, almost animated with how perfect it looks, bobbing with a proud curve upward, smooth with not a bump nor ridge or vein in sight, just smooth kitty-soft skin, no discoloration either, just flat alabaster, looking sculpted out of porcelain, if it weren't for the trimmed bush styled and shaped like a neat precise triangle just below his pelvis, hairless balls hung like two decorative chestnuts beneath. Circumcised because of superstition regarding germs, leaving a free bulging cock-head in its foreskins absence, blushed bright pink and glossy and silken. Always smelling like freshly cut mint with how pristine his skin-care routine is, like a sacred ritual, that compelling nagging voice whispering death-threats regarding bacteria and sickness is he not to take proper care of himself.
TODOROKI SHOTO
You would expect to find a different colored bush down there, and that is exactly what’ll you’ll find as well, a cute tuft of red and white hair growing just above the base of his cock. Smelling like rich cologne, to the point where even thinking about giving it a lick sends your tongue into a curling cramping turmoil, dreading the stinging taste of aftershave burning in your mouth. But he hardly ever lets you serve him anyway... no... during playtime it’s all about you and all the things he’s going to do to you. He’ll play with all your delicate bits, roll your nipples between cool fingertips, his breath blowing an ice-chill across your body, making you shiver and flush as warm digits come to contrast the feeling of frostbite, stroking up your skin, making it quiver in acceptance of the comfort, only to have that ripped away again as the once so comfortable warmth turns to fire licking your skin, soon to be dew-kissed with feverish steam. Where his cock remains mostly inside the confinements of his boxers right up until the very end when the entrapment has become almost painful with its straining to rip free.
KIRISHIMA EIJIRO - RED RIOT
Eijiro doesn't dye all his hair. Which calls for a surprising eye-catching black bush when you first see it, but the most caught-off-guard thing is when he’s holding a coarse hand with sad-textured fingers rubbing into the soft skin of your ample little hip, understating how breakable your bones are, how thin and delicate your skin is, how easily it cuts upon the right jagged rocks. He gets so frustrated when writing down hero-reports to the agency regarding whatever mission he’s at the time currently struggling with, he just needs to have his little baby-girl seated on his lap, giving him some form of comfort in the tight shape of her sweet warm cunt gushing and hugging his hard length, squeezing all the frustration out of him, until of course he hits a snag in his research, some other dead-end, where he’ll accidentally activate his quirk and have his darling clenching around something that’s now too hard and too sharp to possibly be the source of any ounce of pleasure. Well... at least they’re both suffering, right?
KAMINARI DENKI - CHARGEBOLT
Denki is a guy that likes to feel proud of what he keeps in his pants, something to look forward to showing, like a presentation, a pice of art. Styling and shaving his pubic hair into an intricate pattern that fits perfectly right alongside what swirling piece of artwork he’s inked right above his base, resembling a crown of some sorts. Then... of course, there is the special equipment... a Prince Albert piercing stud going through his tip, beneficial when igniting his quirk, sending small dozes of blitz into the deepest parts of his darling, having her spasm and choke on nothing but a little healthy dose of electrocution, making her all dumb and twitchy, pussy gripping his cock like a vice sporadically with the lightning zipping through her, curling in her toes, turning her mind to nothing but a numbed-down heavy hovering bliss.
TAMAKI AMAJIKI - SUNEATER
Thinking about sex and Amajiki, it’s hardly ever his cock that comes to mind, more his hands, and the many things he can do with those hands of his, and the many things they turn into. It’s not often you realize he’s even using his cock, unless of course you taste when he’s stuffed your mouth full of cream or if you aren't too fucked-out to feel his warmth sprout and spread through inside you when he paints your walls with wight. You’ll hardly ever have the mind to think too much of his cock, when those curving serpentine calamari ribbons of red snake around your ankles and thighs to spread you open, make a puppet out of you, winding its way inside you, suction cups being such a strange toe-curling ticklish friction on the inside, demanding you cum until you faint.
TOGATA MIRIO - LEMILLION
Everything about Mirio looks artificial, like a barbie ken doll. And when your eyes trail down his perfectly toned abs, it isn't strange that his cock also seems sculpted for a teenagers wettest wildest dreams. But we all know the saying... careful what you wish for. And there is such a thing as too big, something that will be so apparent as he tries bottoming out inside you, only for you to be too shallow to fit all of his length inside, and you’ll fight panic each time he pushes a little harder, a little rougher, heart-flinching anxiety when it feels as though he’s going to press through into your womb, destroy your insides, churn your guts, rearrange your organs. But a shallow pussy is nothing a tight ass can't substitute for.
SHINDO YO - GRAND
Honestly, his pretty cock aside, it’s those hands of his that are godsend, rough-textured gravely sandpaper-like finger pads with the power to make anything they touch vibrate beneath them. To think when he presses just one single finger-print onto your clit, starting slowly with minor tremors buzzing, waking your little bead up, before boosting the frequency. Think of having his cock push into you just at the right time, just when you cum, orgasm thrust onto you like a storm, causing all your senses to bleed into one another, pussy clenching like a vice around him, gushing around his thickness in panic and euphoria at the finger-pad still being pressed harshly into your swollen screaming clit, still making it buzz, still making it pulsate and quake.
AIZAWA SHOTA - ERASERHEAD
It shouldn't come as a surprise that he doesn't trim, that he’s all natural and hairy like some other caveman, with an unkempt tuft of black hair bearding like a forest around his base, balls almost disappearing amongst the wild locks. You feel like the softest thing when sitting with his cock warming inside you, light peach-fuzz coating your skin, in great contrast to the wolf-man holding you tight. His thick brawny arms not only lined with military-muscles and battle-kissed with scars, but littered with long thick spider-leg hairs, his thighs and legs too, resembling sheep’s-wool on his chest. Not to mention that stubble on his upper-lip and and chin, the one that tickles when he kisses up your neck and pinches when sucking on the tender supple skin of your breasts and scratches with such heavenly friction against your clit when he devours you like the beast he is.
TODOROKI ENJI - ENDEAVOR
An intimidating cock, looking every bit of wrathful as the man himself, one thick pulsating purple vein running up the side, head always blushed an angry red, throbbing and demanding, looking almost eruptive like some unstable volcano. And warm, hot inside you, hotter than its supposed to be, burning on your pussy-lips and warming you from the inside-out when pushing into you, warming throughout your body, to the tips of your fingers and toes, in your head, feverish, making little beads of sweat rise like dewdrops on your skin as you pant and hold onto the cold bedsheets, anything to balance what boiling sensation is relentlessly pounding your poor little pussy, and the feeling of his equally hot grip on your hips, helping maintain your position, help you stay uprise, given you’re left nothing but a wet hot drooling mess beneath him.
YAGI TOSHINORI - ALL MIGHT
This depends... it’s nothing too mind-blowing when in his skeletal-form, though managing to hit the right spot deep inside, however... when buried inside you... he’ll morph, buff and puff up while still having you speared on his length, letting you feel it grow inside you, grow and grow with seemingly no end as your pussy starts to throb to accommodate the new beast taking residence inside, having blown up to a thick piece of muscly meat that has you stretched wide and good, wrapped around him tightly, hugging him snug like a glove, dreading with curled toes as you await the oncoming movement, the feeling of him slide out slowly only to push, stuff you full all over again, handling your body like a sleeve with his glorious unmatched strength.
AKAGURO CHIZOME - STAIN
This is a man’s cock. Looking muscly and strong as it stands rugged and straining like a toppling tower against his ripped abs that have those deep wide welting battle-scars running across them, purple veins snaking like lightning up the shaft, skin a thin type of leathery and wrinkled due to being stretched to hood his impressive size. Unmovable once erect, so very stiff and inflexible as it drives through all and everything like a drill, hitting whatever resistance it finds with force, pushing through without mercy. But his tongue is an other note of blessed, flexible like some adder, thick and bumpy, rigid and alive as it winds deep inside you, drinking down your juices while sucking like a toddler does a pacifier on your budding clit, still with his red muscle resting inside you.
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