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Jin, staying over at his S/O's place for a week and bonding with their Roomba:
Jin, from the other room: BABE BABE OH MY GOD HAVE YOU SEEN THE ROOMBA?!
Jin, five seconds later in a much softer tone: oh Roomba how did you get stuck there sweetie
Can you write about rikya yotsubashi eka redestro with clingy reader. Not in a annoying way but more like Touch starved.
Love your work by the way. You are doing great job<3
thank you! God I love Rikiya <3
Haha… you just can’t get enough of being near him, can you? He’s almost smug about it at first, and all his subordinates make jokes about you. (Well, aside from Tomoyasu.) “Aw, they can’t keep their hands off the boss!” “Sure you don’t want me to go book you guys a room?” and, if you happen to be female, “Guess we know you’re trying to make sure you have an heir, Boss…” He doesn’t stop them from saying anything unless it bothers you, but he thinks that part is all in good fun.
He’s surprisingly accommodating and understanding of it. If you feel the urge to constantly be touching him, then it’s something he doesn’t need to snipe at you about. There’s something about it that you crave, so there’s no justification for him to deny you that. If you start getting to the point that you push his boundaries, then he’ll have a talk. Until then, he doesn’t see any reason not to let you be as clingy as you feel like.
… It’s nice, anyway. He’s pretty touch-starved himself, especially because before you, he didn’t let himself have pleasant things like that. He needs his Quirk to build strength from stress, to carry out his plans, and he’s afraid that letting someone give him such comforting, calming touches will drain out all that stress and he’ll be powerless. Sometimes when you’re doing things like cuddling with him or stroking his hair or holding his hand… he wonders if he should scrap his plans entirely. He can’t imagine stopping you, even when he desperately needs the stress to gather his strength. The better world he wants to create requires sacrifice; and yet, without your touches, what’s the point?
Before big battles or days where he knows he’ll need the strength, he manages his buildup of stress by being insistent about not sleeping beside you that night. Particularly if you like to cling to him while he sleeps, he’s not able to stop himself from clinging to you back, from melting into the affection. He loves sleeping with you and getting to hold you at night. But he also needs to be able to have the power to keep you safe. Even though it hurts him to explain that, since he knows the deep, intense desire you have for that contact, it would hurt him more should something happen because he didn’t have the strength to protect you.
… When everything is over, when he doesn’t need his Quirk as much anymore, he makes up for it. He sleeps next to you every night after, and he holds you as tightly as he possibly can, and he kisses you as many times as you’ll tolerate. And he apologizes, tells you how much he loves you. Touch him as much as you want, with the knowledge that he craves it just as much as you do.
Ooh! How would Shoto, Bakugo, and Sero react/feel about having a pair of twin sisters having massive crushes on them and sometimes even fight over them amongst themselves. As well it is kinda unnerving, its almost comical
oh if only I had a twin <3
… Hold on, wait, two girls are interested in him? Two?! He’s always surprised when one girl is into him, let alone two. He’s a little overwhelmed by all that, so, he doesn’t quite know how to react. But he really tries to take it in stride! He’s a humble guy, so maybe this give him a little bit of an ego boost… yet, he doesn’t want these two fighting over him!! So he does his best to keep them both happy, to reassure them that he likes both of them. If they can calm themselves down and are okay with sharing him, well, that’d be okay, so ― oh. Eh. Has he just found himself in an accidental polycule?? He’s… not mad about it, honestly. He cares about them both, and as long as they’re fine with him dating them both, then suddenly all the problems disappear.
Seriously?! They both need to leave him the hell alone! One person interested in him has problems and challenges. Two people interested in him just means that the problems and challenges are doubled. While there’s a small part of him that’s flattered at first, his initial reaction is to just tell both girls to piss off. He’s laser-focused on being a hero, so he sees any romantic attachments as a distraction. He doesn’t give a shit about their fighting unless they involve him in it. That will probably change at some point, say if they actually manage to hurt each other. At which point he’s frustrated enough that, “If I give you both a kiss, will you stop the bullshit?!” becomes a viable option. And, well, wish him good luck getting either of them to leave him alone after that.
Hm…? Why are those two girls always seeming to bicker over who gets to talk to him or things like that? Shouldn’t they be focused on their own affairs? … Ohhhh. It takes a while for him to realize that the twins are interested in him, and a bit longer to realize that their interest isn’t platonic. The two of them are being pretty conspicuous about it, but he’s just not used to it, so it barely registers as a possibility to him. He’s been unprepared for a romance with one person, let alone two. He’s still working through his own issues; how could he have expected it? The way he handles it after that is terribly blunt. He sort of talks to both of them, asks if they want to go out, and… just like that, the most socially stunted guy in his own friend circle has two girlfriends. Even he’s not sure how he managed it…!
Speaking of good ole Stain, can I please request some more nsfw headcanons for him? Thanks :)
this took a while but ayyyyyy!!
He prefers quickies, like 5 minutes or less, simply because of the hectically busy life he leads. If he’s not doing patrols, he’s working at the corner konbini. If he’s not working at the corner konbini, he’s sleeping. He likes to either have sex after getting home from work before falling asleep for the day, or after waking up before he goes on patrol. When given the choice, he’ll gladly take the former, pretty much because he wants his head to be focused while he’s doing patrols. If he lets himself fuck you before going on patrol, he’ll be thinking about nothing but how you made him see stars the whole night.
… Of course. There’s always the possibility that, when he stops home after patrols to get ready for work, that… if you’re there… sex could happen. He usually gets home shortly after 11 P.M. to shower and change, so if you slip into the shower with him or if you’re willing to be woken up, he definitely will take the chance to fuck you. And he likes to do it in the shower… that way he doesn’t have to worry whether he’s looking unkempt or smelling like sex.
If he’s able to, he actually does like to take his time in having sex. It’s just not possible all the time. If it was possible all the time, that would be the way he’d want to do it. To him, sex isn’t just sex; it’s a physical expression of love and how much he cares for someone. Nothing about the way Chizome fucks you is ever casual, but when given the opportunity to spend hours exploring your body and pleasuring you in every single way he can… you’ll be able to understand just how serious he is. If he doesn’t love someone, he doesn’t have sex with them, and he adores you. Hopefully getting to be fucked over the course of a day doesn’t spoil you when he typically only has a few minutes.
Does he occasionally use his Quirk on you during sex, if you’re okay with it/ask for it? Yeah, of course, sure. Does he use his tongue in, mm, other ways? … Yep. His tongue is long to accommodate the way he has to use his Quirk, so he can use his tongue in ways that some other people can’t. It can go deeper into your pussy if you have one, or it can wrap all the way around your dick if you have one. He also has a lot of control over moving it, so… if you’ve never had someone make you orgasm using nothing but their mouth, you won’t be able to say that again.
He absolutely loves thrusting into you with slow motions. Watching your body react to his shaft moving in and out of you, thinking that he can turn you on with almost lazy movements, is something special to him. He takes a particular pleasure in the way your hands grip at him when he’s doing this, especially if you’re scrabbling to grab his hands in yours.
“That’s it, darling,” he murmurs with his lips against the shell of your ear, as he presses himself into you, deeper, deeper, over and over, “let me see you come.” His breath is warm against your skin. Then he almost begs: “Say my name. Tell me whose you are.”
soooooo I ordered a comfort character care package from Etsy as a Christmas gift for myself and chose the character as Dabi
and the tracker says it's supposed to be here today
hoping to do an unboxing for y'all!! (or a 'fake' unboxing later bc Mom is home today and I hate recording when other people are there in person, my anxiety brain is dumb)
either way I think it's really gonna lift my mood and make my whole year!! however I do it, I'll definitely show it off at some point 💖
last night I had a dream that involved a brief but sweet scene
the rest of the dream was fuzzy, but I remember going into Mezo's room (and apparently in the dream he was my boyfriend, which is, yes???)
and he was asleep and so I climbed into bed and wrapped my arms around him to hold him, like, yknow to cuddle up and sleep in bed with him
... but he accidentally rolled out of bed because he was startled, not used to being held because of the awkwardness of his arms making it difficult to position himself into being held rather than holding someone else
and he was like "what are you doing???" and I swear to God my stubborn ass said it exactly like this, "trying to hold you, babe, now get back over here and let me!!"
he was so embarrassed and flustered and UGHHHH LET ME CUDDLE HIM AND SHOW HIM IT DOESN'T REQUIRE A GAME OF TWISTER TO ACCOMPLISH
he's so cute and just doesn't get enough attention <3
Chizome's coworkers at the convenience store, right, most of them are friendly peeps who aren't "outside of work" friends but are definitely "at work" friends with him, including the night managers
when he gets arrested and the story is on the news and the media reveals Stain's real name as Chizome Akaguro and shows his face, and these guys in the convenience store are watching the news
and they all just kinda stare at the screen
then one of them pipes up with the absolute fucking gem of
"well I guess he's not gonna be in for his shift tonight"
bonus points if it's the manager saying this in the most exhausted tone ever
extra bonus points if it's not the manager but the manager swats at whoever said it with a newspaper and is like "ALL I HEARD WAS YOU SAYING YOU WANNA COVER HIS SHIFT, IS THAT WHAT I HEARD?!"
“Honesty” by Halsey, but you’re lying awake with DABI as you hide him in your apartment amid the fallout of the entire world shifting.
Maybe he’s justified in everything he’s done. Maybe not. You don’t know for sure. All you know for sure are three things.
One? You love this man with your entire heart and soul, and you can’t conceive of not loving him. Two? He has been irreparably hurt, both by his family who should have loved him and by the rest of the world.
And three? There is no going back. There’s no returning to any carefree or ‘normal’ life you might have had before. If you want to stay with him, you have to sweep whatever you used to know under the rug.
Ever since you fell in love with him, you can no longer imagine your life without him. As many times as he’s warned you, your feelings haven’t listened.
You stare at him in the darkness; tracing drawn hearts around his scars, sifting your fingers through his hair to acclimate yourself to seeing white instead of black, silently saying goodbye to your old life.
After a while of this, he proves that he’s awake by speaking. “You know you’re giving up everything for me, right?” As if he still questions it. Like he still thinks that’s the wrong choice for you to make. He thinks you’re making a mistake by choosing him. He doesn’t think he’s worth the rest of your life. “Your whole world. Has that sunk in yet?”
“You’re my whole world, Dabi.” You murmur it without any hesitation, nuzzling against his collarbone. “As long as I have you, I can live without everything else.”
A low noise from somewhere deep in his throat vibrates against your skin. “You’re gonna get yourself fucking killed ‘cause of me one day.”
You curl your arm tighter around his waist. “No, you taught me how to protect myself. It’ll be okay.”
“Haha. Don’t know where all this confidence came from. You fuckin’ doe-eyed, sappy-hearted little thing. How come I didn’t burn up my feelings for you like I burned up all the rest of my feelings, huh?” He runs a hand through your hair, and the rhythm of his breathing almost lulls you off into sleep.
His voice is rougher than normal, vocal cords strained by the toll his Quirk has taken on him lately. (The cigarettes don’t help, but you’ve noticed he hasn’t had a single one since you brought him back to your place today.)
You know what he wants to say, because it’s present in his touch. He wants to be able to tell you how much you mean to him. How much the fact that you’re willing to basically run away with him means to him. How he’s never had the kind of support and devotion you give him, and how your love feels like medicine for his heart.
You feel it in every stroke of his fingers through your hair, in the gentle way his hand cradles the small of your back. He doesn’t know how to be careful with anyone else. Just you.
Instead of saying any of that, he says something that says all of it and more with fewer words. He presses a kiss to the top of your head before whispering, “All I know is you better not die on me. Wouldn’t wanna leave me all alone, would you?” he adds in a teasing tone.
“I won’t die. But if I do, you have to die, too. Okay?” You stretch up to kiss him. “So neither of us has to be without the other for long.”
He chuckles, and his eyes slip closed. “Okay. Get some sleep, sweetheart. Shit’s about to get real, so I need your cute little ass rested up. We have our deal, but I don’t want us to die because we were fucking tired.”
You nod, finally settling in. The weight of everything to come looms above you… you’re just determined not to let it ruin what’s happening right now.
The world is silent for what feels like a long time before you speak up with your eyes closed. “I love you, Dabi. I think I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone or anything.”
If you’re not mistaken, his grip on you tightens again. “… Love you too, sweetheart.” And, as if he can’t just let those words be the last thing that hang in the air, as if he’s afraid that he just admitted it, he mumbles, “Go to sleep, okay?”
Tomorrow will come whether you like it or not. The sun will rise, and whatever happens will happen. You don’t know what the future holds.
But you do know one thing that will happen tomorrow.
You and Dabi will be together.
baby, hold me
I’m looking for a little bit of honesty
take me slowly
give me just a little, baby, promise me
there’s a hollow in my chest
and you can take whatever’s left
and baby, maybe
you could give me just a little bit of honesty.
For the whump scenarios, do you think you could write a poly tomura/dabi/reader thing?
I’m indecisive and I love all the prompts, so the ones I’m going with are !, #, ⚫️, 🌸, and that weird loopy thing that means getting picked up/carried
A mix or any of them you feel like writing is fine! If none, that’s alright too :)
sick whump scenarios
✿: feeling so out of it, they need constant attention
!: that classic collapse into someone’s waiting arms
⌘: being picked up
⬤: being called soft things like baby, sweetheart or honey
#: shaky hands
haha no worries, I love them all too!! I think I managed to get em all in here?
hngngggg sick Tomura and Dabi my loves <3
it feels so dang good to be writing here again eeeeee
Before you got involved with them, you’d have been forgiven for thinking that villains never get sick.
Looking at your two lovers right now, you wonder exactly how anyone thinks that. These guys are sicker than you’ve ever seen anyone; villains are still people, after all, and people are susceptible to flu season.
TOMURA and DABI have been basically camping out in the bathroom, grating each other’s nerves as they fight for the toilet. Every single thing that’s gone into their mouths in the last two days, with the exception of water, has come right back up. Neither of them can even handle a spoonful of plain broth without getting nauseous. With how close the three of you are, it’s a miracle you didn’t catch this.
You’re incredibly glad you didn’t, though. The two of them have been through some seriously fucked up things, but there’s no way they could take care of themselves or each other, so it’s lucky you’re here and healthy.
Poor things, every time you leave the room for something, both of them are immediately whining for you to come back. Once you get back, they melt into any little bit of attention you give them. They’re so sick, it’s like they can’t handle being left by themselves.
It’s really no wonder. You check their temperatures frequently, and they’re both running fevers. With any luck, those will break today. Still, you can’t blame them for wanting you close by.
“Okay, boys,” you hum as you set the thermometer back into the cabinet. “Neither of you have thrown up in the last two hours. Are we feeling brave enough to try and get back to bed? Might be more comfortable than the bathroom floor, and I’ll put some trashcans by the bed.”
“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’ve never wanted a shower so bad.” When you gently pull Tomura to his feet, his entire body is shaking with the effort. He’s weak from lack of nutrition and probably general exhaustion, and his hands tremble more than anything. “I feel gross.”
As you hold his hand to give him some comfort, you’re a bit surprised that he doesn’t pull away. He’s usually unhappy with you touching his hands, because he doesn’t want to hurt you by accident. Apparently he’s just too out of it to care. There are tremors running through his hand as you try to steady him. You’re sure it’s just the fact that all his muscles are sore from the constant vomiting.
“You look gross,” Dabi manages to groan from his spot.
Tomura growls even as you’re leading him off into the bedroom. “Talk about the pot calling the kettle black.”
“Hey!” You put a stop to that immediately, although you suppose you should be grateful they’re feeling well enough to trade barbs again. You remember watching them rub each other’s backs while one of them was throwing up yesterday. (It was weird, considering all they usually rub each other is the wrong way, but it was sweet.) “Don’t snap at each other, okay? We’ll get you both showers so you feel less gross as soon as your fevers go down.”
Tomura mutters something under his breath, and you guide him to sit down on the bed. A hand runs through his hair before you kiss his forehead. Oof, he’s not wrong; both of them are undoubtedly sweaty from the fevers and overexertion. “There we go, honey. Lie back and try to relax. I’m gonna get Dabi settled next to you, then I’ll grab trashcans just in case. Okay?”
“Mmh… yeah…” He cautiously lowers himself down into a more horizontal position, resting his head on the pillow. “Fuck all this… I can’t remember the last time I threw up so much. Forgot how nasty it was. I can still taste dinner from two nights ago.”
“Oh, my God,” comes Dabi’s quivery voice from the bathroom, “can you fucking not?”
Tomura scoffs, then lets himself relax when you kiss his forehead again. “Be right back, baby.”
Dabi has exactly no room to talk here, because the fever apparently fried enough brain cells that he thinks standing up without you right now is a good idea. When you turn back to get him from the bathroom, he’s upright, leaning on the sink, and shuddering with nothing more than the effort needed to support his own weight. He looks paler than Tomura, which is good because it means Tomura’s getting his color back… and bad because it means Dabi is a little behind him, not quite as on the mend as your other boyfriend.
It sort of makes sense. Dabi’s stomach is notably more sensitive, which means any kind of stomach virus is going to hit him harder. You’re honestly shocked none of those staples in his skin have popped off from the force of his vomiting the last couple days. He must be absolutely drained. Case in point, it looks like he’s so weak that his legs are about to give out from under him.
“Dabi… what are you doing?” you sigh, hands on your hips.
His hand grips the edge of the sink. “Trying to go get in bed.”
You shake your head and walk over, fully prepared in case (or, when) he falls. “Baby, I was coming back to get you. Why are you so stubborn?”
“’Cause.” His eyes flutter shut. “Oh, fuck…”
And down he goes. Thankfully, when he does collapse, you were close and had your arms out. You catch him easily, holding him against you for a minute as he tries to recover from what you can only assume was half lack of strength and half the room spinning around him.
You chuckle, giving his back a soft pat. “Aww, you’re still falling for me.”
He grunts. “Holy shit, was that a pun? I hate it. That one’s so bad I might puke again.” Still, he’s holding onto you like you’re his only lifeline. “Dammit. I can barely keep my eyes open. I thought I could walk in there, but…”
“Shhh. It’s okay, sweetheart, I’ve got you.” Even if Tomura and Dabi didn’t already both weigh less than you, they’re currently both running on empty. It’s only too easy for you to sweep Dabi up into your arms, regardless of his height.
It’s a little surreal to have a ruthless villain clinging to you as you carry him into the bedroom after a two-day vomit marathon. Both he and Tomura are wearing practically nothing, just a couple of too-big T-shirts and shorts, which is such a change from the way you usually see them. (Sure, Tomura likes to wear hoodies and sweatpants, and Dabi isn’t too fancy either. They just both look so… vulnerable, like this.)
Tomura snorts from his position on the bed as you walk in with Dabi. “Nice bridal carry, (Name). All Dabi’s missing is a bouquet and a white veil.”
“Someone sounds jealous that he had to walk instead of being carried,” Dabi hisses. As soon as you set him down, however, he rolls over toward Tomura. “Fuck, my stomach still hurts. How can I still be nauseous if there isn’t anything left in there?”
“’Cause shit’s fucked.” Tomura scoots closer, tugging the covers up. “Our dumb, sick asses owe (Name) big time, huh?”
Dabi nods, closing his eyes again. God, they both look so tired. “Sure do. Thanks for taking care of us, sweetheart.”
You lean down and give each of them a kiss on the cheek. “You’re welcome. I love you both. Let me go grab trashcans in case you need to be sick again, then I’ll come cuddle with you while you sleep, okay?”
Funnily enough, you don’t hear a single complaint from either of them.
Secretly, you almost hope the two of them end up harmlessly sick again.
You don’t like seeing them suffer… but you have to admit, you love taking care of your boys.
Hawks, texting his S/O: hey babe can you bring me lunch?
S/O, who had a fight with him before he left this morning: sure birdie :)
*lunchtime*
S/O: *strolls into the agency and sets a bucket of fried chicken down on their boyfriend's desk*
Hawks, staring at it:
Hawks:
Hawks:
Hawks:
Hawks, picking up a drumstick: I'm gonna eat this, but I'm highly offended by it
S/O, gently fanning their non-heat-resistant boyfriend because it's currently like 38 C outside:
Dabi, slowly boiling alive but grateful for the effort: 's okay babe you don't gotta keep doing that
S/O: no no!! you're tolerant to cold, not heat. I don't want you to burn to a crisp, sweetie!
Geten who just happens to be walking by: isn't it a little late for THAT? he looks like a piece of chicken someone left in the fryer overnight.
S/O, gasping in offense on behalf of their poor boyfriend:
Dabi:
Dabi:
Dabi:
Dabi, instantly lighting himself on fire: LET'S SEE IF YOUR ASS DOESN'T MELT ON CONTACT, FROSTY
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