Xinmin

Simon “Ghost” Riley is a light heavyweight. Fighting at 200-205 lbs consistently, he’s got a nearly perfect record. 12 wins and 1 loss in his professional career. Every time he enters the octagon, the audience knows they’re in for a good performance. Despite what you may think, Simon is fast on his feet and packs even more of a punch than you’d think. And the night after a big win? You’re cuddled on the couch, his face clean of his opponent’s blood because of course they ended up bloody after the fight. His head is on your stomach, his eyes closed as you gently card a hand through his hair. “..mm.. lovie.. I think I’m ready to retire, eh?” He asks, even though he already knows the answer.

Johnny “King of the North” MacTavish is a lightweight. Fighting at 155 lbs almost exactly every time, he’s an all around great mma fighter. His unofficial nickname is “soap” because no matter how, no matter who, if someone tries to get a takedown on Johnny they never succeed. Holding a professional record of 9 wins and 3 losses. He’s always full of energy after a fight, especially a win. But his favorite after-a-win activity? Being taken care of by you. The man who seems to never stop moving in the octagon is sitting perfectly still on the toilet seat as you clean his face and disinfect his cuts. “Did ya see that fucking donkey try and take meh down? Never learned, wee lad.” He says with a smirk.

Kyle “The Maniac” Garrick is a featherweight. Fighting at 145 lbs, Kyle has a perfect record of 14 consecutive wins. He’s a lean, man eating machine in the octagon. He may be lean, but he can knock someone out with just one punch. His quickest win was about 15 seconds into round 1. But when someone can make it to round 3? He’s going all out, letting all the gas out as he throws punches left and right. “Nah man.. I don’t want a title fight, I fight for the love of it.” He told Daniel Cormier after his 9th win with his signature smile. His favorite though? Seeing you in the front row, cheering him on during his “manic haze” as the media dubbed.

John “The Captain” Price is a middleweight. At about 185 lbs, he isn’t as active as he used to be, but he’s still as deadly. Price has a professional record of 19 wins, 7 losses, and 1 no contest. He keeps his fighting style up in the air every fight, making him a difficult opponent. He works as all the other’s main trainer nowadays, keeping each one of their best game. “At some point, you gotta let the kids take the lead,” he told a reporter when asked about retirement. Now that he doesn’t fight as often, he has more time for you. Keeping you in a comfy life, making sure you never want for anything again.

(Photos of fighter builds below~)

The first time you invited Gaz over, his eyes immediately went to the giant, crochet ditto sitting on the couch. His eyes went wide, not evening trying to act like he was hearing anything you said. “..um, Kyle?” Your eyes follow his and heat rises to your face. “Oh, I can uh.. I can understand if you wanna go..” you say, your voice so defeated and sad. So many past dates almost disgusted with your plushie because “they’re for kids, not grown adults.”

Kyle looked more offended than you’d expect. “Lovie.. that’s bloody incredible,” he moves over to the couch to touch the ditto and he nearly whines at how soft the yarn is. “Where did you get it?” Your face heats up even more at his reaction. “..I made it, actually.” From then on, Kyle knew you were a keeper. And so did the 141, so when things became official.. so did all the crochet requests.

Price wanted something for his office chair, citing years of field work damaging his spine. “You dodge one too many grenades and suddenly you can’t bend over without fuckin’ groaning..” You’d hear him mumble from his office as he knelt down to pick something up. You make sure to get the fluffiest, softest yarn you can find for him. And now, if anyone asks about it he snaps a quick “none of your business,” at them with a glare.

Soap got an Atlantic Puffin. “Ah’ve always loved ‘em, dunno know, just somethin’ about the wee birds,” he said offhandedly one afternoon while he and you were watching Ghost and Gaz spar. His face lit up like Christmas when you presented the puffin to him, and he’d never admit it out loud but he did tear up a little. His ma always called him her “little puffin”, due to Soap being extremely loyal and highly sociable just like the birds.

Gaz asked for a ditto, just like the one on your couch. But when you went to the store to buy the yarn, you felt conflicted. You knew he wanted one, but you still wanted to it feel special and specific to him. So what do you do? You make his ditto a little hat, just like the one he wears. He doesn’t speak for a moment or two when you show him, all he does is pull you into the tightest hug you’ve ever gotten and mumbles something about “..best gift ever..” He hadn’t mentioned this to anyone yet, but his family wasn’t the riches growing up, holidays were often spent alone. So any gift is by default special to him, but something so personalized? He felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude and love.

In the morning, when you get to work it’s just a little harder to get out of the car. You know you’ll need to get a quote for the damages to see if it’s just cosmetic or not. As a secretary for the military, you don’t get paid much. Your mind already thinking about how you’ll have to cut back to pay for the repairs.

The 141, ever observant, notice immediately when something is wrong with their secretary. (Yes their, it doesn’t matter that technically you work for multiple groups, you’re their secretary) At lunch, Soap is the first one to bring it up. “Ye haven’t smiled M'eudail,” he says as he walks up to your desk. When you don’t answer right away. “Bonnie… tell meh what’s wrong, eh?” He coos quietly, scooting closer. The quiet tone, the gentle hand on your back just breaks you. You start to cry, letting out all your stress and anxiety.

Soap, ever the charmer, hugs you and gently pats your back. His heart absolutely shatters when you off-handedly mention that you’ll probably have to start skipping meals again to save up enough to repair the car. After you finish crying, soap wipes your tears away and tells you to stay here and wait.

He all but runs to Price’s office and explained what you told him. Kyle’s eye twitches with anger and Soap swears that Simon looks like he’s contemplating killing someone, even more than usual. Price? Deadly silent, but if anyone else asks? Price was contemplating just buying you a new car.

“Cap?” Kyle turns his head to look at him. “Mm..” he hums absentmindedly as he begins to type. “Paperwork? After what eh I just told ye?” Soap looks confused. Kyle leans over Price’s shoulder and chuckles. Oh the screen, a time off request for you was there and half-approached already. “Cap.. really?” Kyle asks, his eyebrow twitching up. He was watching as price made the request for you. Price just shrugs as he continues to type. “Deserves it, am I wrong?” He asks the group, and no one objects because you do deserve the break. They all see how hard you work, often staying even later than Price does. The early mornings where you have more coffee than Simon, or when you skip meals like Kyle.

The paperwork was on your desk by lunch, your brows pinched in confusion because you know you didn’t request any time off. When you go to ask Captain Price about he, he shots you that one look. The same one you’ve seen him use on the others, a dominating look telling you not to push the issue.

You try to protest, try to explain that you need the money right now. But Price puts his hand up. “It’ll be handled, just go home.” He tells you vaguely. But how can you go home? Your car is practically totaled and it was a miracle you even got to work this morning. But silly you, the 141 is an elite task force known for their skills in observation. So of course as you’re packing up to go home, Simon’s leaning against the nearby wall absentmindedly twirling his car keys on his finger.

And when you get home? Tucked into the doorframe is an envelope, unmarked and as plain as can be. But inside, literal hundreds. When you turn around to ask Simon about it, he shrugs and drive off with a small, “Johnny’s a bleeding heart.” Within the week, your car is back in your driveway, practically brand new. All the damage from the hit and run fixed and even some things that were needing to be fixed. Inside is a little handwritten note, “you aren’t alone.”

[18+]

The boys all knew, of course they did. The paperwork leading up to your heat was easy enough, the heat itself was the challenge. Since you were given free range of the home, you indulged yourself often. Sneaking around, acting like a predator on the prowl.

But it always started out the same, with Soap. He was the most fun to hunt since he hunted you back. Turning corners just quickly enough to stay out of your grasp, ducking into rooms right before you noticed him. It was a game for him, “enrichment for the poor thing,” he explained to Kyle one evening. But when you finally ‘caught’ him? His metaphorical tail thumped against the floor as you milked him for all he’s worth.

Next was Price, surprisingly. While he didn’t fight you, he didn’t quite indulge you like Soap does. Being the pack leader, he knows you can’t really help how you act during your heat. Usually he’ll let you ‘hunt’ him all you want around the home, but if you try to interrupt him during something important? Like cooking or mission reports? It’s a quick hand to the back of your neck, scruffing you with a low growl. “Behave,” is all he’d say. But his voice said everything else. Without fail however, he’d unzip his pants and pull his cock out and let you give him a quickie to help satiate your needs for a few minutes to let him finish whatever he’s doing.

Kyle, while still fun to hunt, always gave up a little too quickly. He’s always been more attuned to your feelings than the others, not that they weren’t. He just somehow always knew when you were a hair away from having a breakdown. So when your heat rolled around, he always made sure you knew you could take what you wanted without a fight. Even if he was on a meeting with the higher ups and you wanted to ride him until he was shooting blanks? “..mate in heat.. continue general..” he’d say through his clenched teeth as you would sink down onto his dick.

Simon though? He was always a pleaser, and even more so during your heat. Sometimes it felt like he was the one in heat, with how often he’d seek you out to be a munch or just a quick fuck. But every time he had you seeing stars. His tongue working magic on you as he holds your hips down. “Quit fuckin’ squirming runt,” he’d say as he continues. Most of the time he’d only stop once you were reduced to a blabbering mess, drool dripping down your cheeks and your eyes unforced and hazy.

Price spends the morning mourning, sitting in the wreckage of his home with a photo of you and your daughter in his arms. Price isn’t someone who cries, no. He gets even, his grief turning into something monstrous and terrifying. He makes exactly one call before leaving for base.

Laswell and the 141 have their own code, their own way of understanding each other. So when price tells her he will be taking a vacation to the beach, she knows. She doesn’t question it, doesn’t try to stop him. But she does ask what he needs. He pauses for a moment before saying, “a gun and enough bullets for the fucks.”

He gets into his truck, the photo still in his hands. He rips the frame apart, putting the photo behind his visor, keeping you close. He pulls out so fast, there are faint tire marks on the driveway and his neighbors debate calling someone to check on the Price family. His mind spirals as he drives to base, wondering if you suffered. But of course you’d suffer, you’re his partner. What about his little girl? Did they have the human decency to give her a quick, clean death? Or did they torture her too? The image of her tear stained face, pudgy cheeks red from screaming. It’s something that’s haunted him since she was born, but you always assured him it was just a nightmare. The grief that folds into his soul on the ride to base is shattering, destroying every last belief that he could have a happy life.

When price arrives at base, he’s prepared for questions. He’s ready to shut down any protests of stopping him, or coming with him. But when he steps into his office, he nearly breaks down in tears.

There, in his nice leather chair is his little girl, giggling as Kyle tickles her. To the side, you stand from the couch. Price swears he must be dreaming, that this was all just some horrible trick. The hug you give him though? Every fiber of his being crumbles as he crushes you in the tightest hug. You two slump to the ground, his face buried in your neck as he desperately tries not to cry because, price doesn’t cry. But the moment his daughter sees him and screams with excitement at seeing her daddy, all hell breaks loose in his body.

He pulls her into the hug, the weight of the world crashing down onto him as she giggles and does her best to hug him back just as tightly. Nothing was said, nothing could be said in this moment. The fear had already taken his heart, he knew what he needed to do to protect the most precious girls in the world.

[inspired by @rawme-price on Bluesky where ghost is sitting over his own empty grave] [but his work on here is also awesome, please go check it out]

You had known Tommy from your AA group. He had been a great guy who married your best friend Beth and had a son named Jospeh. You had been named the godmother. He was such a happy kid, giggling and running around while his mother and father sat on the sidelines. They should’ve been watching their son start soccer, but life is funny that way.

And when they died, you felt your world come crashing down. You visited their graves all the time, telling them about your life as if they were still here. Your life had slowly been moving on. You had sold their home finally to a great family with a little girl. She reminded you so much of Joseph that when you handed over the keys, you almost couldn’t. But when you did, it was almost like you could feel Joseph give you a hug, proud of you.

As always, you brought Tommy and his family flowers and some little cars for Joseph. Every time you visited, you switched out the toys you gave him so he never got bored. But today, as you approached their graves you saw a man standing there. A baklava on his head printed with a skull on it.

You stayed quiet as you laid the flowers and toys on their graves. “I was Jospeh’s godmother,” you explain to the mystery man. “He was such a good kid..” you tell him quietly, your voice trailing off with memories of a better time.

“I knew Tommy.” The man said, short and to the point. You nodded without a word.

“Can I ask how you knew Tommy?” You asked after a few minutes of silence. “.. I knew his brother.. Simon..” he told you, your eyes traveling to the grave that read ‘SIMON RILEY’, right next to Tommy’s. “I see..” you acknowledged quietly. “For what it’s worth.. Simon seemed like a good man, Tommy only sung his praises.” You said, hoping to offer some comfort.

“He was a muppet..through and through..” the man said at your words, though a small, quiet chuckle escaped his lips. “A real tosser..” he added afterwards.

“He sounds like Tommy’s brother..” you smiled softly.

“Simon was.. a good man..” the mystery man said.

(like same country singer scenario Like they didn’t know that they S/O likes to sing country music, but with two different characters and probably different different stories? or something like that?)

😂 I cackled while reading your ask because it’s amazing!

Dabi with a Country Singer!Female!Reader

Warnings - NOT PROOF READ, fem reader, mentions of sexual harassment, let me know if i missed any A/N - I don’t listen to country music soooooooo stereotypical ideas about country bars. ALSO< i will get to your other asks I promise lol. I just have inspiration every few months so it may take a while

Dabi

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(ps I haven’t written for spinner yet so I’m sorry if he’s OOC in this) (also I am so sorry this took so long to write)

Spinner with Singer!Reader

You had first met Spinner at one of your gigs. Him and Mr. Compress had gone out since out of everyone within the league, it was the safest for them to have fun and let loose

When you first saw Spinner, you tilted your head in curiosity and even sent him a drink after your gig.

At first, Spinner was flattered but didn’t entertain your advances because of A) his line of work and B) his appearance. Eventually, Mr. Compress had convinced him to at least meet you.

You two met after one of your late night gigs, when people were more inebriated and it was frankly easier to meet up. And to Spinner’s surprise, you two hit it off extremely well.

Your PR team had done their best to keep you up to date with all the villain attacks, but Spinner somehow went unreported to you. (Coincidence? Maybe, maybe not. Who knows? 😉)

After hitting it off, and a few home dates with Spinner (at your home because let’s be real, even if you like him you still don’t want to be too careful with strange men) you two officially became a thing!

Spinner was over the moon when it happened! This boy started dropping off flowers every so often and even writing little messages like “be safe” “thank you” “drink water”

On the rare night off spinner had, you were working. Originally, you told him to stay home and rest and take it easy. But Spinner knew what kind of people lurked in the shadows and he wasn't going to let you go out alone! What kind of boyfriend would he be?

He knew you were a type of performer, but he didn't know what you did. So, after you left he put on a jacket and a hood to cover his face and went to the bar you worked at

You worked as a bartender when you weren't performing and you spotted Spinner the moment he walked in.

"I told you to stay home and reest, didn't I?" You said as he approached the bar and ordered his usual.

"And miss my girlfriend performing tonight? Not a chance," he said with a sincere smile. He never failed to warm your heart.

You talked with him for a few moments before you manager told you it was time to perform. You gave Spinner a kiss on the cheek before going up to the stage.

You smiled warmly at the crowd who cheered and clapped for you. You did your small opener of greeting everyone and asking if they were having a good night before your guitarist began the song.

Spinner was surprised to hear the guitar play but what shocked him was your voice. It was soft and gentle with a slight southern twang that hypnotized the crowd. You voice carried through the bar and it seemed like the whole world faded away.

Spinner was sitting with his mouth wide open and his eyes wild. He couldn't believe you were a singer, and a great one at that! He swore his heart actually melted in his chest when you made eye contact with him and smiled as you sang.

He could listen to you for hours as you sang. He wanted nothing more than to listen to you sing for the rest of his life, but his thoughts were interrupted. y the cheering of the crowd around him as you finished your first song.

As you continued to sing and gain confidence as the set went on, Spinner found himself falling even more in love with you. you moved around the bar like you owned the place and made each person there feel special and seen.

You ended your st with Jolene by Dolly Parton and gods, Spinner nearly fell out of his chair listening to you.

When you were finished, you went up to Spinner with a sheepish grin and asked what he thought. It took him a minute to compose himself but when he did, he wrapped his arms around you and spun you in the air. The nearby people smiling at the display.

"That was amazing! You are incredible!" Compliment after compliment until you were sure your face was beet red and even then he didn't stop.

He was almost hurt that you kept this part of you hidden from him, but that didn’t last long as you promised to sing around him

From now on, you sung more around Spinner. Humming a tune in the kitchen as you cooked, at your desk as you did some work, in the shower where you had amazing acoustics.

WARNINGS - creeps, swearing, threats of violence, alcohol, female reader, bad flirting, age gap (reader is early 20s, Simon is mid 30s), slightly tipsy reader (only unbalanced, nothing more), poorly written bar scenes, not proof read, Simon is probably OOC

Word count: 1301

I was, in fact, listening to "Man I Am" from the Barbie Movie while writing this

You had just turned 21 a couple months go and you and your friends wanted to go get drunk to celebrate passing a chemistry test. Your professor was an asshole who had one of the worst 'Rate my Professors' score you've ever seen. But you and your friends were somehow passing his class with a B+ so you felt like you earned a night of partying.

The night started out great. A couple rounds of shots, slow sipping on a drink and some dancing. It was wonderful. Until, this guy comes up with a couple of his friends and they are clearly drunk. They ask you and your friends to dance. While some of your friends are drunk enough to indulge the men, some aren't and politely decline their offer. You were sipping on a Long Island Iced Tea and you were getting tipsy but you held your alcohol well. But this one guy was just not taking "no" for an answer.

"C'mon baby, just one dance," the guy said while trying to put his hand on your waist. A poor attempt to pull you to him. You easily pushed his hand off and firmly said "No, I do not want to dance, now leave me alone." he huffed and walked away, but he kept staring at you. Like he was a predator, but in a bad way. You could feel his eyes on you and leaned over to your friends, saying that you guys should change bars because the vibes were off. Some of them wanted to stay, but some agreed that the vibes were off. So you made everyone who was staying share their locations with the others before telling them to be safe.

You and two other friends left the bar and opted to go to the one across the street. When you got into the new bar, you immediately felt so much better. You and your friends got some weaker drinks and went to go dance. Something that caught your eye was the group of men in the corner.

They all seemed like pure muscle and way out of your league. Based on the ones you could see clearly, they were all at least in their mid-30s. You kept glancing over at the one in the skull mask, but kept your glances quick. You guessed he was twice your age and kept dancing with your friends. Swaying and jumping around to the various pop artists on the speakers. But two things were unknown to you: 1. the man in the skull mask had noticed you as well. He was just as intrigued in you as you are in him, and 2. the creep from the last bar had followed you here.

Once the current song was over you heard "Man I Am" from the Barbie Movie come on and you nearly screamed in excitement. You and your friends wanted a round of shots so you offered to go get them. You walked up to the bar and patiently waited your turn.

"I'll be right with you!" the bartender said to you as she moved to make two beers for another person. While you waited you could feel someone standing too close behind you. You turned around to ask the person to backup a little but you let out a gasp instead. "Hi there sweetheart, why'd you leave me?" the creep asked as he grabbed your wrist. "I was just heartbroken," he said as his grip tightened.

"Please just leave me alone!" You shouted at him but he didn't budge. "alright love, what can I get for you?" the bartender asked. She took one look at you and the creep and somehow knew something was up. "A shot of the strongest you got," the creep said while keeping his eyes on you. You turned to the bartender with scared eyes and she knew.

"Can I see some I.D?" She asked him, He glared at her as he released your wrist, but shoved his knee in between your legs. He handed her his I.D and she began inspecting it. The creep groaned and yelled at her to hurry up. She told him she needed her manager to check his I.D because she thought it was a fake. She promised it would only take a moment and left. The creep turned back to you and his eyes began to trail your body and it made your skin crawl. He leaned in to smell you and you turned your head to the side in disgust and fear.

What you didn't see was that the group of men had taken notice of this whole interaction. The one with the skull mask decided he was done seeing you being harassed by some dick-less wonder. He set his drink down and stalked over to you. You heard one of his friends, with a heavy Scottish accent tell him to "go easy on the lad!" You couldn't help but look at him when you saw him walking your way.

Thankfully the creep hadn't noticed and suddenly, there was a 6'4 man made of pure muscle standing behind him.

"Let her go," the masked man's voice was low but it was commanding. The creep turned around and scoffed. "Who the hell are you?" the creep asked, but the masked man didn't answer. "Let her go and leave, before me and my mates throw you out," he threatened. The creep looked over to the direction of the other men and laughed, out loud in his face. "Grandpa, stay out of this before you get hurt," the creep told him casually before trying to turn his back.

But the masked man grabbed his forearm and twisted it behind his back. "I said to leave, so leave, before you get hurt." By now, the bartender and her manager had returned with the bouncers.

"Do we have a problem here gentlemen?" The manager asked, mainly looking at the creep. "No problem sir," the masked man let go of his arm and the creep let out a heavy breath. "Right?" He stared into the creep's soul and the creep nodded. "Right.. I was just leaving.." He said before stumbling his way out.

The masked man looked at you. He was silent before speaking. "You okay?" All you could do was nod as you felt intimidated by him. He stayed near you while the manager talked to you to ensure your safety and what they could do to help. The Manager had a printed out photo of the creep's I.D and stapled it to the wall of customers to throw out of the bar if they came back. The masked man offered to buy you a drink which you politely declined. He nodded and asked to at least let him walk with you back to your friend group. This you accepted; you were scared and frankly having him near you made you feel better.

Your friends rushed to you with worry as they began asking you if you were alright. They had all seen what had occurred after you were gone for a little too long for their liking. They elbowed you as they glanced at the masked man who escorted you back. You ignored their snickers and smirks as you turned to address the man.

"Thank you! I appreciated you rescuing me back there," You told him with a kind smile. His mask covered his face, but you could see the smile lines near his eyes. "You're welcome," he said to you. He turned to leave but before he did, he pulled out a piece of paper and scribbled something on it before handing it to you and walking back to his group of friends.

Note: I haven't really watched attack on titan in years, so I'm sure all of these characters are gonna be OOC ALSO i am making it so everyone survived in the end and they all got their happy ending because these babies deserve it

WARNINGS: fem!reader, brief mentions of past trauma, mentions of miscarriage, very brief mention of the birthing process,

Eren

Eren was so traumatized after what his father did, he almost had a break down when you told him you were pregnant. It took him a couple weeks, and many, many late night talks with Armin until he was willing to try to be there for you. Eren was so nervous and worried he was going to be just like his father but the moment he saw his kid, everything just clicked. He was so gentle with them and always made time to talk and play with them during the day. As they got older, their bond grew even closer as Daddy and Aunt Mikasa took them out hunting every couple of weeks. Eren is an amazing father who despite everything he went through, made damn sure to do better for his child.

Armin

Armin never imagined having children, it just wasn't something he saw in his future. that was, until you came into his life and changed everything. When your little bundle of joy was born, Armin was in tears. He couldn't help but admire them and want to give them everything. Since then, Armin has done everything to nurture their ideas and passions. He even took them to the sea and let them play around. He wanted them to grow up with everything he couldn't have (aka, parents) so he did everything he could to stick around. Armin turned down multiple high government positions just to stay close to you and his child. Armin is the parent we all need in our lives.

Mikasa

When you approached Mikasa with the idea of wanting to adopt, she was speechless. Ever since her parents were killed, she never thought about having children. However, she loved you so much that she wanted to at least try. After all, she wasn't exactly motherly (at least that's what she will tell people) When Hange introduced you two to a young child (maybe 5 or 6) from the underground Mikasa's heart melted. She saw herself in this child so much that her protective instincts kicked in. She was so protective of this child, no one, and i mean no one besides you could be left alone with them. Even if it was armin or Eren, Mikasa was always in the room, one second away from glaring the other person into the next century. Mikasa really warmed up to the idea of being a parent and fit into the role well.

Jean

Jean was the one of the only in the group who wanted to still have kids. He knew what he wanted from life and was damned if some suicidal maniac was going to stop him. So when you were giving birth, Jean made sure he was right next to you, holding your hand and encouraging you the entire time. Even though you did scream at him "this is your fault! If i live through this i am going to KILL you Kirstein!" (the nurses thought that it was funny) But once your child was here, nothing else mattered. Once you were able to leave the hospital and go home, all Jean did was take your kid around and show off. Constantly saying "look at what i did" or "aren't they just gorgeous like their mom?" He always had something to brag about (even if the thing wasn't brag worthy), to Jean, anything your child did was amazing. Jean is very much the parent to scream at the back of the room while their kid is performing and embarrass the shit out of them.

Connie

Connie hadn't given having kids much thought. Afterall, he didn't even know if he'd be surviving long enough to be given that option. But once you told him you were pregnant, he was over the moon! Connie didn't let you move a muscle, ever. You need something from the top shelf? He's getting the stepstool. You want some food? He's already getting the ingredients out. And when you went into labor, he was right by your side. He let you squeeze his hand as hard as you needed to, and he made sure you were given everything possible to make birth as comfortable as it could be. Connie was so overwhelmed with love once he laid eyes on your child, the only time he let you hold them was when they needed to be fed. Connie got up to soothe them during the night, claiming it was the least he could do since you went though the pain of giving birth. Connie was there at every single milestone for their life, and he was never, ever going to stop being there for them; or for you.

Sasha

Oh boy, Sasha is the cool mom. When you two first adopted your child, she was admittedly a little awkward around them. But, after many late night snacks and a few bad cooking experiences, Sasha blossomed into a wonderful mom. She made sure they were eating properly and always had snacks on her. Your kids friends know that they will eat good when Sasha is around, and you two have become THE family. Sasha does tend to spoil them and say "yes" practically every time they ask for something, but they never try to manipulate that. You and Sasha both make sure your kid is kind and humble and thoughtful. With Sasha at your side, nothing is impossible and raising a child together was the best decision you two ever made.

Levi

Levi initially turned down the idea of having kids. Claiming that he was not fit to be a father, but fate wasn't having it. When you found out you were pregnant, you were worried to tell Levi. You knew he didn't want kids and you had grown to be content with that. What would he say when he found out? Would he leave you? Those thoughts sent you spiraling when Hange eventually let the cat out of the bag. Levi was silent but you could see in his eyes that was he happy. Even though he didn't want kids, he knew he wanted you. If that meant having to raise another brat then so be it. At first, he did the basics, changed their diapers, fed them, etc. But he never truly bonded with them until they were older and confided to Levi that they felt like an outsider looking in. He listened and did his best to offer advice and words of wisdom that might help. From then on, Levi was so much more involved and made sure that they were getting the life they deserved.

Erwin

Erwin was possibly the most excited to be a father. After everything, when things began settling down he approached you with the idea of trying for kids. At first you were the hesitating one, but Erwin was able to convince you to at least think about it. After a while, you were on board and baby, he got to work. It was along road, you had a miscarriage and that was demoralizing. Erwin made sure to support you the entire time. He understood that you may not want to try again and he was okay with that. It took you a year or so after for you to want to try again. But eventually, with enough effort and support, you gave birth to a beautiful baby. Erwin was in love with your child the moment he laid eyes on them. He spoiled them as much as he could, whenever he could. He was a dotting husband, and even more dotting father.

Hange

How would Shigaraki and LOV react on his s/o, who is rich and caring and she bought them a house in the woods, so they can hide when the heroes are near? Would they like to go there for a vacation with her? To just chill in the nature?

(Thank you so much for your amazing work 🤍)

Hiiiiiiii I’m so honored you like my work! ☺️☺️ I hope you like this too!!

Shigaraki with Rich!Reader

Shigaraki and the League would be incredible suspicious at first

They expected you to be some rich kid who’s “rebelling from their daddy” (which dabi understood) and trying to make their family mad

Who could blame them? You came in and told them you wanted to help the cause, but you didn’t know the first thing about fighting or stealth. “My father always paid bodyguards to protect me” Frankly, Shigaraki was ready to kick you out from day 1.

But when you came back with information about the Hero Commission’s next move (unprompted I add) they were intrigued

Shigaraki realized you could get in close like they never could. You were smart, friendly, and most importantly, the daughter/son of a wealthy, influential family

He knew that he could use that to his advantage. Eventually, he began accompanying you out, wanting to make sure you weren’t double crossing them. He would stalk behind you about 10-15 feet, keeping out of your way and letting you do your work

When the two of you would return and after telling the league what you found you, you and toga and Magne would gush on and on about how attractive your date was

Spinner and dabi would gag and leave the room, Mr. Compress would chuckle and make a comment on “the good old school girl crush” behind making his exit, but not Tomura

He lurked around the bar afterwards, drinking some cocktail Kurogiri make and listening in. (Yes I headcanon Tomura as a cocktail man, don’t come at me)

It irritated him endlessly how much you talked about your date, going on for hours about how you enjoyed it

His hands would twitch and he could feel the need to dust someone increase exponentially. He decided to not stay around afterwards anymore, but the feeling never went away

He thought it was just his annoyance of gossip, but even when he wasn’t there, the feeling lingered.

Long story short, one night Tomura dusted your date immediately after you ended the night and confessed (stuttering and scratching his neck while doing so)

But after confessing to you, the young leader became.. less of as asshole and more.. mature

By that point, you had settled into being a part of the LoV and everyone had taken quite a liking to you (even dabi if you can believe it)

Things only got better for the league when you were able to steal money from your father and buy them a much better, bigger hideout.

“My father had millions upon millions of yen, he’s not gonna notice if a few million go missing”

It was an old, a banded building on the outskirts of town. With a kitchen, multiple bedrooms and bathrooms, and even a basement that the LoV converted into a training area.

While they kept using the bar as their main HQ, most of the time if someone wasn’t on a mission, they could be found in the building you bought

They even named the building “Y/N’s Mansion” (spinner came up with the name)

The Relationship

Tomura’s relationship with you was, frankly, the best thing to happen to the league

Even though sometimes he still got annoyed with how privileged you seemed, he never really could bring himself to hate you

You were always kind and generous, never really thinking about yourself

You always made sure to be ready with the first aid kit when anyone came back from missions and you always made an effort to learn about each one of them

The first time Tomura let you touch his skin, you were so delicate and soft. Treating him like a glass figure, careful not to break him

Before you, he had never been shown such tenderness, it was a new sensation for him that he swears he will never get used to it

He wanted to show you the same thing, so he forced Dabi to go out and steal some artist. gloves for him

Your skin felt so.. delicate underneath his rough palm that he almost convinced himself that you were a real angel

You were still naive to the way of the world, but Tomura wanted to keep it that way

He was like your scary dog privileges and "barked" at anyone who even looked at you wrong

A guy stared too long at the connivence story? Dusted later that night

Someone made an unwanted advance at a bar or club? They suddenly go missing a few minutes later

Dabi makes some snide comment about you? Tomura is up in his face, glaring and threatening him (Kurogiri has had to break up too many confrontations)

This is completely self-indulgent as I am going through it right now :)

These characters try to distract you. they put on a show, play your favorite game with you, or even just try to talk about anything else other than what's bothering you right now. But when they realize that their actions aren't working, they sit down with you and they listen. they nod along and ask important questions, and at the end of the day, they wrap you up in a warm, fuzzy blanket. They lay with you and let you cry it out until you either feel better, or you fall asleep. Giving you a soft kiss on your forehead, whispering promises of safety the entire time.

Present Mic, Gang Orca, Mr. Compress, Kaumi Woods, Manual, Fourth Kind, Ms. Joke, Snipe, All Might, twice,

These characters don't know how to comfort you. They were never the person people go to for comfort, so when you go to ask upset they freeze. They give awkward hugs and listen, but they are interally screaming at themselves. You are their partner and they want to do more! So they give you as much affection and love as they can, hugs, gentle kisses, cooking meals , buying you random small things that remind them of you. They do whatever is within their power to make tings better.

stain, Lady Nagant, Hawks, Mirko, Mt. Lady, Tiger, Eraser Head, Rock Lock, Shigaraki, Dabi, Vlad King, Sir Nighteye, Spinner, Chronostasis

These characters know exactly what to do. The minute they hear that you're upset, they're dropping everything and going to you. On the way to you, they head to the store and grab all your comfort foods (candy, chips, drinks, etc.) They make sure to heat up some blankets in the dryer and while the blankets are warming up, they make you a cup of tea. They sit down with you, wrap you in the blanket and listen to you. Ig you need advise, they give the BEST advise. If you need to listen and be heard, they are listening and even sometimes agreeing with you. These characters know how to comfort and they constantly assure you that your feelings are valid.

Best Jeanist, Edge Shot, Ryukyu, Fatgum, Mandalay, Pixie-Bob, Gran Torino, Thirteen, Midnight, Ingenium, Nana Shimura, Gentle Criminal, Kurogiri, Magne, Mr. Compress

And if so, can I request a fic/headcanons about Shigaraki and reader who apologize a lot? Even if it's not their fault? (Like when the League broke something in the bar and the reader is the first one to apologize for everything)

Hello Love! Yes, i do take requests! It's been a few years since I've written a fic so I may be just a little rusty, but I hope you enjoy! (also, if you see any mistakes let me know! This isn't proof read or anything)

Shigaraki with Reader who apologizes all the time

Warnings: Angst, fluff, Shigaraki is a simp and OOC, AFO because that bitch is a warning by himself, shouting (at reader and others), throwing things (no one is hurt), brief mentions of depression (not eating, not getting out of bed, etc)

League of Villains Reacting to You Safe Wording

Characters: Dabi, Shigaraki, Compress, Twice, Toga with female!reader

Warnings: overstimulation, biting kink, sir/master kink, role playing, dom/sub themes, sex toys, oral (female receiving), degradation, edging, begging(?) , mentions of knife and blood play, alluding to past traumas (let me know if I missed warnings)

Note: practice safe sex, and talk about safe words and boundaries if you need to

Dabi

Dabi and you typically have fairly intense sex anyways

But tonight, dabi and you were going pretty hard

Dabi had been eating you out for a while now

“What a little slut, can’t even handle my teasing”

By this point, you had cum more times than you could count, crying and overstimulated

“No more.. please” but all dabi did was smirk before assaulting your swollen cunt even more

You tried pushing his head away but his grip on your thighs only tightened

Before dabi could even come up with some snarky remark, you safe worded out

He almost didn’t hear you, almost

But he did, and stopped before sitting up and looking at your crying face

He didn’t know how to feel, you had never safe worded before and hell if he knew what to do

He got up and left to get a rag to help clean you up and got you come clothes and blankets

Once he was finished, he got you a glass of water and sat next to you on the bed

“Need anything else?” His eyes were planted on your crying face as you tried to form a sentence

You sleepily shook your head as Dabi settled into bed next to you and wrapped an arm around you

Shigaraki

Shigaraki liked to play the Master with you as a servant or maid, or even sometimes a pet

Tonight was no different, but unlike the other times Shigaraki was already having a bad day 

Unfortunately for you, it meant taking his anger out on you while doing the deed 

Now, neither of you have ever shied away from degradation before but something about Shigaraki’s tone made it feel real 

Like he actually saw you as all the things he claimed you were and that was too much 

The moment he heard you safe word, his body stopped and his mind raced 

Did he do something wrong? Were you okay?? 

Almost immediately his hand reached down to your cheek/neck as he pulled out and pulled you into a sitting position

For once in his life he felt like the world ended 

He didn’t know what to say, but he knew how to take care of you and that’s what he did 

cleaning you up and making sure you were warm and in all the clothing you found the most comfortable

The night ended with the two of you wrapped up in each other 

you both had a serious talk in the morning about what happened and how to prevent it later in life 

Mr. Compress

Out of all of the people in the league, Compress knew where the line in the sand was, even without you two talking about boundaries 

He had a couple partners in the past that had become sexual and given his theatrical personality, he always made sure to talk about safe words and the such 

You were no different and he valued your input and your opinions

You had used your safe word in the past so he knew what you needed

But he is a gentleman first and foremost so he cleaned you up carefully before tending to other things

Need a bath? He’s already getting out your favorite candles

Need some time to recover and decompress? Done! He’s right there, holding you and letting you do your thing in comfortable silence

Need reassurance? This man has you covered. He’ll praise you and promise you that you did nothing wrong and that he’s proud of you for safe wording

Overall, compress is the best person to safe word with

Twice

With twice, it’s a bit difficult to get intimate with him

Yes, he finds you attractive (who wouldn’t find you attractive??) but with his spilt personality it can be hard

But you don’t mind the challenge, and even encourage both of “him” to engage in play

While this is a bit tricky to navigate the first coupes of times, you do get the hang of it.

Though, sometimes his other side does take it too far

Sometimes even going as far as making twice stop what he’s doing and blurts out something along the lines of “you can never be good enough for us”

And it’s those times when you safe word, which trigger twice into a protector mode

He immediately rushes over to you, gently cradling your head and asking what’s wrong

You two always find yourselves having a long chat that ends with soft kisses and the best cuddles

Toga

Toga doesn’t know what safe words are

Hell, she may not but just doesn’t care

But she cares with you, she cares so much for you and your safety

She even has dull, blunt knives to use with you

She always ensures that you are okay with her biting you or using a knife with you

And, you two have a wonderful, pleasureful experience

Until today, when everything was piling up and up and up until all you could feel was your worries and anxieties

Toga tried to use pleasure as a way to help you destress, which usually worked

But today it had the opposite effect and it only heightened your anxiety

When you safe worded, toga couldn’t believe what she had just heard

She felt.. betrayed almost, she was just trying to help you!

So she left, leaving you to try and clean up by yourself

But compress saw her upset and upon figuring out, told her what to do and how to help

She came back, albeit begrudgingly, and helped clean you up and get you warm