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Bakugou s/o headcanons

Ok so I’ve spent entirely too long thinking about Bakugou’s nitro sweat and the consequences of such a thing for, ya know, sexytimes.
Because yes, I’m like that.

And the other day, I had a revelation. I have to credit @leeva-z-kai for this particular discovery, because I never thought of it, but while Bakugou is very averse to touch in general… he only seems to have nitroglycerin sweat in his palms. The rest of him is, we’re meant to believe, has regular old sweat glands.
And I can’t believe it took me that long, because he literally only ever shown with explosions from his palms.
This, my friends, opens possibilities.

I have this image, that Bakugou has to be careful about what he touches, because nitroglycerine, even when not activated as a quirk, is volatile AF. This is possibly why you very rarely see him use his hands outside of combat (he only ever whacks one person ever, and that is Kirishima in the cavalry battle, but that dude is made of rocks so…).
If, most likely in a few years, he were to have an s/o, and find himself in intimate situations, he’s sure as hell going to be super careful around them.

Do you know what this means?!!? Constant self-imposed hands-off policy. Most of his love life is a lap dance where he’s not allowed to put his hands on the dancer.
I bring you headcanons:

  •  We’ve already seen that he’s very slow to let down his guard. This kid wrestles with a lot of stuff, so I do believe he’d have to mature and just… process a bit before he can even enter a healthy relationship.
  • Even then, slow to admit that he has feels for someone. Feelings are for weaklings and no amount of character development is going to turn him into a soft boy.
  • I do believe that once he makes it to hero status, he’ll have fangirls and boys all over him (I mean, who doesn’t love a bad boy, the BnHA fandom sure as hell does). I also believe he won’t give a shit about these people. They fuel his ego, yes, but also, they’re extras.
  • I very much think that for him to actually fall in love, he’ll need an equal. Someone he respects. Someone he can spar with. Someone that challenges him, one way or another. This doesn’t necessarily need to be a fighter. Someone with the confidence, the intelligence or the sheer sass to meet him on a level field could knock his socks off.
  • This person would also need the patience of a saint, because he rarely answers his texts and he won’t let it be known if something bothers him, until it’s already too late and there’s a loud bang from  kitchen because he exploded the toaster for some reason. He is, however, very adamant about channelling his aggression towards  villains and the occasional inanimate object.
  • Not much of a cuddler in a relaxed, non-sexual environment (see earlier, not too fond of being touched), but he’ll do it, with a sigh and an eyeroll, if s/o whines about it.
  • Once he gets comfortable around his partner, he is very into kissing though. Hands shoved deep into his pockets, leaning in and just… surprisingly soft kisses.
  • You know the kabe don thing Japanese delinquents do? When they cage their partner against a wall? He LOVES that, though he has to do a slo-mo version, because one time he whacked the wall too hard and it went boom, startling s/o. There were no kisses for him that time :(

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Let’s Get Romantic! Kabe-DON!

If you’ve ever read a shoujo manga, or watched a romantic anime, you’ve probably seen kabe-don. It’s the doki-doki moment when a guy slams his hand/foot against a wall by the girl to confess his feelings. My explanations suck, so I’ve included a photo for your reference.

The word comes from かべ (wall) and どん (the sound it makes). Frankly, I have no idea where this part of Japanese culture came from, but it’s hilarious. I read an article that says the feeling of experiencing kabe-don is “exhilarating” plus, it makes guys look tough! Woo!

If you can find ‘em, there are some REALLY hilarious kabe-don Japanese vines out there. I’ll leave you with this one for now.

translation: could this be kabe-don?

                  It’s coming!


anonymous asked:

Hiiiii. Good luck with the new blog!! And I freakin' love you header; Mako-chan is just so unf. Aaanyways, may I request nsfw-ish with Makoto, and Shoichi with fem!reader? (Maybe a bit of kabe-don) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Thank youuuuuu.

Aww thank you so much! I hope this turns out nicely and that you enjoy this, It took a while for me to write for some reason. I actually was going to make it a threesome but decided to stick to the script lol :) 


Kabe-don: In Japanese Internet speak, “kabe-don,” with “kabe” meaning “wall” and “don” being the sound of someone hitting a hard object–like a wall.

Hanamiya was the school genius and it was unheard of for someone to beat him in class marks. What was more unheard of was a transfer student beating him. You had been there less than two months and already had beaten him twice in grades. You didn’t know Hanamiya personally, only from the few friends you made who told you that he was the one who always made top in the class. Walking down an empty hallway on your way to lunch, you heard footsteps after your own. You glanced around to look and saw that it was the guy who everyone was saying you were beating in class rank. He was attractive but you came here to learn so you were going to disregard him until you were suddenly pushed up against lockers, caged in by his long arms.

“Hey, you’re that new girl huh?” His face was in front of you and he was smirking.

“My name is _____.” You said confused as to what he was doing.

“Heh, _____-chan, huh.” He said, sliding his right hand down the locker to the side of your neck.

“Sounds …. nice.” His lips curled up in disgust at the word but was quickly gone as fast as it had come.

“Okay. W-Well what do you want?” You were getting nervous because he was so close and we rubbing strands of your hair in between his fingers.

“Ah, what do I want,” He restated, moving closer to you, breath fanning your face.

“What are you willing to give me, _____?” He said your name in a singsong voice and waited for your answer.

“U-Uh, I don’t know, my lunch?” You held up your brown paper bag and shrugged your shoulder hoping he would take the bait.

Hanamiya started laughing and snickering in a sadistic way, hair covering his eyes. He steps back a bit and stops laughing, languidly placing his hands on his hips and sticking his tongue out.

“Baaaka! You think that I want your lunch?” He moved closer, trapping you in his arms once again.

“Heh, if you’re going to give me something, make it worth my while.”

Imayoshi was your tutor for math and recently you had been improving. He would tutor you in an empty classroom after school and then walk you home to your house or his and stay for dinner. The only thing you didn’t seem to get was the fact that Imayoshi liked you. He was frustrated at the fact that you would not catch on the hints he would give or how you would not notice the slight touches he would provide. Today you were a bit ahead of schedule so you were walking down the hallways of the school ready to leave. He needed to say something and let you know how much he liked, no needed you. Stopping, he grabbed your hands in his and pinned you on the wall, pushing the air out of you.

“W-What is this, Imayoshi-kun?” You were surprised and confused as to what was going on.

“What are you doing, _____?” He asked, head down with his lips in a straight line.

“What do you mean what am I d-doing?”

“Are you trying to ignore me?” He was speaking softly but was gripping tighter on your hands with each word he spoke.

“I-Ignoring you? H-How?” You asked.

“Do you not understand that I like you?” He said, a hand moving to grasp your chin to make you look up at him.

“What? You like m-me?” Your eyes widened in shock and you blinked, confused.

“I’ve been trying to let you know, _____.” He opened his eyes and looked at you.

“I guess I will have to try harder, huh, _____-chan?” He said pressing his body against you.