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Can i request with jiwon where he use toys on live (ordered by reader who is also in the same room with him) but then he can't hold the stimulation and decide to stop the live and punished by reader for disobeying. Is this ok?
Warnings I guess- ooc Jiwon, sex toys, overestimulation, random usernames,orgasm-denial, edging, the reader is kinda a sadist, I got very lazy near the end, mentions of a safe word
Note- I totally started to think about MD mid way while I was writing this.
— MIDORIYA has a blush creeping up on his cheeks. there is only admiration in his eyes as he looks at you, his face still as warm as ever. “hi baby,” he whispers, as if speaking any louder will break the spell of the environment. he leaves a small kiss on the inside of your wrist, and places his hand on top of yours, keeping them still on his face. he slowly brings his scarred hands up to your face so he can hold your face too. soft affection for the both of you.
— TODOROKI nuzzles into your hand. he isn’t used to this type (or any) affection, so when you present this act to him he absolutely basks in it. he’s like a feline that’s been given ear rubs; his eyes are closed and he lets out a small sigh, absolutely content with the moment at hand. you feel like home to him. he eventually brings you a bit closer to him and just ends up holding you in his arms because he just wants your touch.
— BAKUGOU has the tips of his ears turn red. he grumbles under his breath as if he can’t believe what you’re doing, but when you try to pull away, he grabs your hands and brings them back on his face. “didn’t say no, dumbass,” he mumbles. he keeps his hands on top of yours and rubs smalls circles atop them. he’s not used to things like this, so it takes some time to get used to but he still welcomes your love even if it’s begrudgingly, it’s just how he shows his love.
legend : [Y/N = your name] they/them pronouns used, quirk’s not specific
post type : headcanons; accompanied with a small scenario [fluff, the mildest of spice not nsfw]
note(s) : i was thinking about todo’s hands today— also i’ll be adding pictures of what i think their hand looks like so.. 😳
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todoroki shouto
i’d like to believe that shouto’s hands would be long and pretty— kinda like how i’d imagine akaashi and kageyama’s hands
but have y’all seen that man’s hands in the anime and manga 😳 they’re not really what i’d call them “long”
so i had to find a mid point, kinda like a fusion of both.
his hands are either really pale, or the knuckles are just reallyred
moving on..
you have a weird infactuation with his hands, and you were gonna tell him! but you just didn’t know when
he didn’t really get it at first??
yes, he will respect and properly entertain your interests. but.. his hands? he doesn’t get that part yet
shouto can say he takes care of them well. washing his hands at least 3 times a day, and applying lotion on them with the slightest mint scent in it
and he takes care of his hands because he needs to rely on them everytime he uses his quirk.
speaking of quirk— his hands are either scorching to the touch, or cold.
so the first time he reaches out for your hand, you just.. freeze?? you were talking about something random while walking with him
then he just suddenly reached for your hand
seeing your reaction, he’s like.. “oh. my hand must be too cold for them. gotta switch.”
then he switches hands, holding your hand with his left. and you’re still the same, and it appears to be that switching didn’t really help
scenario
“what’s wrong, love?” he pulls you aside, staring at your expression— seeing that you became stiff when he reached for your touch.
you want to downplay the entire situation, really. but shouto doesn’t budge, that’s just who he is, and he’s still left wondering what’s wrong, and if he did something.
that is until you mention his hands, and that you like them
“your hands.. are really nice i guess,” you avert your gaze “i like them.” you say in almost a whisper like tone.
he sighs in relief. and he feels better that it’s not about the fact that you hate the temperature of his hands, since they’re either abnormally sahara desert hot or cold like fresh snow on a december morning.
his cheeks flare pink for a moment, in sudden realization “y-you like my hands?” shouto asks this as a confirmation, hoping that he actually heard it correctly.
but when you nod, he takes full advantage— entertaining your interest in his hands to his best abilities
he smiles when he sees your expression change when he brushes the back of your hand with his own. then, he finally holds your hand— the coolness of his right hand is making you hyper aware
your heart only pounds faster against your chest, when he presses his lips to the back of your hand, maintaining eyecontact as he does soz
after dating you, he paints his nails with clear nail polish. it makes him feel better knowing that they’ll stay clean even with all the hectic training
to calm you down, he likes to rub his thumb against your cheek— his quirk slightly activating while he stares into your eyes
a little spicy; but whenever you eat your desert during a date, he will wipe the excess off the side of your lips, and ask you to lick it off.
is he teasing you? or is he serious? we will never know.
bakugou katsuki
SCREAMs
bakugou’s hands are big, and his veins are prominent— but not too veiny to the point it’s concerning.
he sometimes likes wearing rings but.. that’s just sometimes
his hands are strangely soft, especially the palms— but he could say there’s some rough spots here and there, but he’d guess it’s because of his quirk.
bakugou’s hands are always warm and sweaty, which he never actually cared about— until he started dating you
he’s kinda worried that you wouldn’t wanna hold his hand, but you can say it’s actually the opposite?
you really like his hands.. but you’re just scared of getting judged
so when he reaches for your hand, you try to pretend that he wasn’t? you turn your head away— trying to not look the slightest bit of dazed
scenario
“what’s up with you?” bakugou interrogates you, his ruby irises glaring into your eyes— his voice gruff
“what?” you question, the sudden action was out of the blue— and you hold in your breath when his hands cage you in, large hands pressed on the wall behind you
“HAH?” he yells, not amused by your sudden oblivion, “don’t act dumb,” he grits his teeth “spit it out, and tell me what’s wrong.”
“nothing’s wrong, suki— i don’t really follow?” you try to convince him that no, i’m totally not afixiated with something about you, even though you’re my boyfriend; i don’t wanna admit that. however— you’re not very slick.
“tch, fucking liar.” his eyes narrow, “if you hate my fuckin’ hands, then i prefer it if you were honest about it.”
“sorry, but what?” you blink, suddenly appalled by his words, “hate.. your hands?”
“because that’s what it is, huh?” he moves even closer to you, practically inches away; and you can only pray that he can’t hear the rather loud beating of your heart. “my hands are so sweaty that you don’t wanna touch em, is that it?”
you’re agitated by his misunderstanding, and you sigh; finally deciding to come clean. “fine! fine. i like your hands.”
you didn’t mean to make it sound that upfront.
bakugou blinks, the sudden tension releasing into thin air, his expression left almost as equally surprised as you.
“tch. so that’s how it is,” he smirks, and by the way it looks— you suddenly regret telling him that.
well.. not really?
he actually takes advantage of that, making sure you remember his hands nicely.
when he sits next to you on the couch, he’ll throw his beefy ass arm around your shoulders like usual. then, he’ll run his hand up and down, making sure you’re aware of his touch.
bakugou will be THAT BITCH that’ll gesture you to come over so he could kiss you,
and when you’re leaning in— he’ll pinch your cheek, a sly grin on his face.
a little spicy; but he’s the type to rest his hand on your neck when you guys kiss <3 ugh
but overall— he’s really glad you actually like his hands, and it wasn’t like you hated them at all
but GOSH he just wished you told him from the start >:T
midoriya izuku
less veins, but.. DAMN THEY’RE KINDA THICK?? not too thick but.. have you seen his hands in the manga??
of course— his hands are rough, with a bunch of scars from his quirk. which he was kinda conscious about
but he tries hard to take care of them outside of combat things in fights; if they’re damaged then.. oh well
he definitely fiddles with pencils, and when he’s studying— the chance of him having a silver’s hand is likely (the thing where the graphite smeers on the back of your hand) he hates that shit
he definitely has a writer’s callus. PROVE ME WRONG!! that man writes a lot, and so do i so 😌 twinsies
but he tries to keep them clean, and he wants to make them feel less rough— so he will invest in some hand cream
compared to the other two, midoriya’s hands are normal in temperature.
but his grip is firm but he doesn’t really realize it sometimes.
you like his hands because.. the detail on his hands leave you mesmerized
but you don’t really wanna weird him out or make him uncomfortable. since he gets really flustered quick.
and you don’t want him to just stare at his hands and think about your fascination about them. no distractions
but he gets real pouty when you pull away
scenario
“hey Y/N, do you.. hate holding hands with me?” izuku asks one day, when you guys are studying in your room
“what?” you tilt your head, really surprised by his question— since you guys sat in silence for the last few minutes. you can feel the edge in your stomach grow when he mentions his hands.
“you always pull away when i try to hold your hand.” you gesture him to continue what he’s saying, and he continues “ but i get it though! my hands are.. scarred, rough. they’re kinda ugly compared to the rest of the guys.” he’s rambling, and you can’t help but feel really saddened.
“izuku, no.” you shake your head, “your hands aren’t ugly. yeah, they may be scarred and all— but they saved a lot of people, it saved eri, and it helped you get to where you are today.”
izuku’s cheeks flush with red, and he can’t say that you’re wrong. but; though he’s provided with reassurance, that’s not the answer he wanted
“but why won’t you hold my hand?”
“because i..” averting your eyes to the wall behind him, you’re looking for the right words. “i like your hands. i didn’t want to make you feel weird because of me.”
you look at his face after the confession, and it’s just ingulfed in a red shade.
on the contrary, this makes him like his hands more. everytime he looks at his hands, he’ll be motivated by your words.
but he’ll be a little shy with acting on it at first; especially in public
but fear not! izuku may seem innocent, but he also knows what he’s doing so.. don’t be decieved
when he’s studying, he’ll write with his right hand, and feed you little snacks with his left hand— urging you to open your mouth and take the snack
after sparring with you he’ll comment on how you did so good, also while placing his hands on your shoulder— massaging any sore parts
a little spicy, but when you guys are kissing, HIS HANDS WILL ROAM TO PLACES. pulling you closer as he attacks your lips
overall— he might be a little shy at first, but he can say he’s pretty accepting of your interest in his hands. it makes him feel better about the appearance of his hands.
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I throw my lil fists🥊 I talk my lil shit🤬 and I always be getting my way 🥰
Bnha boys getting ruff when u get difficult 😶
🥶🥵😏
Deku: slams your hands over your head and leans in like, “you wanna repeat that?”
Bakugou: runs a hand thru your hair and yanks a fistful close to his face. “Say that shit again, I wasn’t listening”
Shouto: holds you from the chin and stares silently at you, daring you to repeat yourself.
Kirishima: throws you over his shoulder and takes you away like “that’s enough outta you”
Kaminari: seizes you by the wrist and channels his quirk into it, shocking you in place. “Come again? I didn’t catch that baby”
Sero: squishes your cheeks together with his hand like “little louder?”
Shinsou: moves ur hair over to whisper “say what?” In ur ear, knowing full well u know his quirks activated, so u keep ur mouth shut
Hawks: puts his earmuffs on bc he doesn’t wanna hear u crying as he bends u over his lap and starts spanking u
Dabi: backhands u and when ur cheek starts bleeding from his staples, thumbs blood into your mouth like “unless you’re sucking me off, you better keep that fucking mouth shut”
So I haven’t been able to stop thinking about this and I have come to you, queen, work your magic ❣️
I can’t stop thinking about just falling asleep on Todorokis chest after a long day, him automatically using his left side to warm you, and the whole time your sleeping hes playing with your hair, but the thing is, hes twirling it around his heated fingers and straight up just curling your hair as you sleep 😭😭 imagine waking up and hes just smiling at you as he finishes the last part of your hair
AHHH that’s so cute!! this is supposed to be a smut blog dammit but i can’t refuse this!
character: todoroki shouto
warnings/tags: nothing really, but keep in mind that reader has hair that can be curled and styled with the application of heat, however, everything else is not heavily described
i can see this happening by complete accident
nuzzling next to him on the couch after a long day of work, your lids slowly close shut, dozing off for a quick snooze
shouto had anticipated your fatigue winning in your half-hearted battle to keep your eyes open
before your lethargic body tumbles forward, he adjusts you to lean on the cushion of his shoulder, snaking an arm around your waist, and tugging to his left side to keep you warm
his left hand trails a path of heat along your arm that blankets you as you emit sleepy murmurs from your lips, the tension of the work day leaving your shoulders
with a book in his other hand, shouto reads the remaining hours of the evening away while absentmindedly playing with your hair, twirling some strands around his digits
each lock of hair thats spun between his heat-clad fingers ends up staying in swirled ringlets
when his eyes move away from his book, checking over your tired form, he perks up at finding a curl hanging amidst your hair
shouto’s eyebrows crinkle, glancing at his left hand as a revelation hits him
he understands that heat can temporarily change the texture and style of one’s hair, but the idea of using his quirk like this has never crossed his mind before
it’s quite different when compared to how he utilizes his quirk on an everyday basis—attacking villains, creating signal fires, even heating up food or keeping others warm
he mulls over the thought of attempting to fix that particular lock of hair to its normal state, or perhaps let it naturally unfurl on its own, however, the light of another idea flickers above the others
genre : fluff, gn! reader warnings : well, kisses, but there’s nothing nsfw ft : deku, bakugo, todoroki, kirishima a/n : YES FINALLY MY FIRST BNHA FIC !! hi friends i hope u guys like it <33
‣ DEKU : on the cheek !! we all know deku is Shy Boi™, so i feel like the level of intimacy in your relationship started from hand holding, to hugs, then cheek kisses, then on the lips. but i’d say that kisses on the cheek are his fave ones. when you see each other, as a casual greeting, and as an expression of love. at first, he was very, very shy (and hesitant) about giving them, but he absolutely loves getting them from you (even tho he was very flustered and red at first) !! by now, it’s a common thing for the both of you, he’s used to it. but oh, dear, he’ll never get tired of it.
“Can you please write some corpse husband fluff? Just something cute and sweet. I need some cute stuff I’ve been having a ruff few days”
description: when his two year old son crashes his stream, he can’t help but talk about how amazing parenthood has been and how he admires the strength of his baby mama
*i started writing this for corpse’s birthday but had a lot happen between then and now, so uh…happy belated birthday corpse!*
The door to his streaming room creaked open just in time to stop Corpse from yelling out a four letter word that started with F. He looked over to see his two year old son, Leo, stood in the doorway, holding his favorite stuffy by its arm.
“Hey buddy,” Corpse said. “What’s wrong?”
“I wanted to say hi,” Leo responded.
“Is that my little bestie?!” Rae’s voice called through Corpse’s headphones.
He unplugged the headphones from his PC so Leo could hear them. “Leo, say hi to Aunt Rae.”
“Hi Auntie Rae.”
Rae squealed excitedly as the rest of Corpse’s friends began to talk all at once, saying their “hello”s to Leo and gushing over how adorable he was. The chat was mirroring their excitement as it filled with messages about Leo’s sudden appearance.
(Y/N) stood in the doorway and smiled at her two boys. “I’m sorry, I was on the phone and he came down when I wasn’t paying attention.”
“It’s okay. I don’t mind,” Corpse assured her. “And I’m sure no one else minds, right guys?”
Everyone began talking over one another again. Corpse looked up at (Y/N) and smiled. She smiled back and crossed the room to kiss him on top of his curly hair.
“Can I play with daddy for a while, mommy?” Leo asked. He looked up at (Y/N) with his big puppy dog eyes, a mirror image of Corpse’s.
“Yes!” came Rae’s voice again. “(Y/N) please, we’ll be family friendly I promise.”
“Corpse isn’t even family friendly,” (Y/N) teased. “But yes, if it’s okay with daddy you can play with him for a while.”
“I never say no to a streaming partner.”
(Y/N) smiled and left the two to their “playing”. Corpse plugged his headphones back in so he could hear his friends better. As he adjusted Leo on his lap, he read the quick incoming messages in the chat about being excited for Leo to join the stream.
Leo was a pretty good stream partner to have. For starters, whenever Leo was around Corpse was instantly 10 times happier. It was hard to feel any sort of negative emotions when the little person he created was asking to play video games with him. Besides that, Leo also just spent the whole time curled up in Corpse’s arms. Most nights he even fell asleep there.
The little boy settled back against Corpse’s chest, watching with wide eyes at the bright colors on Corpse’s screen. Although his friends were able to freely speak, Corpse found himself struggling to keep it clean in front of Leo. It was the one downside to the boy joining his streams.
He glanced at his chat for a moment before muting himself in the Discord call.
“I see a few questions in chat from new fans,” he said. “I’ll clear some things up for people who don’t know: Leo is my two year old son. My girlfriend, (Y/N), who you heard earlier, found out she was pregnant shortly after we got together, and we both decided we wanted to keep the baby. I’ve always wanted to have kids and honestly, Leo has been like a dream come true. He’s such a great kid, and getting to raise him, seeing a little mini me grow and become an actual person is the best feeling in the world.”
Corpse felt Leo’s weight slouch against him, a signal that he was starting to get tired. Corpse smiled down at him and kissed his head.
“(Y/N) has been incredible since the moment she found out she was pregnant,” Corpse continued. “She had a hard pregnancy, but she really pushed through it and acted like it was nothing. And she’s been so…just amazing with raising Leo. I can’t imagine having anyone else by my side through it all, or having a better life partner to help me raise this little guy.” He looked down to see that Leo had already drifted off to sleep. He chuckled. “Who, by the way, is now sound asleep on my lap.”
He unmuted himself and waited for everyone to quiet down enough to say, “Leo’s asleep, so I think this is LG for me. I’m going to put him to bed when we’re done.”
“Oh my gosh, he’s asleep on your lap?” Bretman asked. “That’s the cutest shit ever! I love the idea of daddy Corpse.”
Although it wasn’t the first time he had heard someone say that, Corpse couldn’t stop the blush that crossed his cheeks. He was so glad he didn’t do facecam streams.
When the game ended, he said goodbye to his friends and viewers and signed off. Once the screen was off and the room had gone dark, he was careful as he shifted Leo in his arms and stood. The little boy stirred just a little bit, but only to reposition his head on his dad’s shoulder before sighing and going back to a solid state of sleep.
He walked slowly and silently to Leo’s room, then gently placed the sleeping child down onto his bed. Instinctively, Leo took hold of his blankets and pulled them up under his chin. Corpse tucked Leo’s stuffy under the blanket next to him and softly kissed his head before quietly backing out of the room.
(Y/N) was waiting by the door when Corpse exited. “How long till he fell asleep on you tonight?”
“I’d say maybe 15 minutes,” Corpse responded.
(Y/N) chuckled. “I knew that was gonna happen. He was fighting with me about going to bed. The minute he went to your recording room I knew it wouldn’t be long.”
Corpse stood in front of (Y/N) and took her into his arms. He enveloped her in a loving embrace, resting his head on top of hers. She giggled and buried her head into his chest, taking in the familiar scent of his cologne as she did so.
“What’s this for?” she asked, her voice lightly muffled by the fabric of his hoodie.
“Just because,” he responded. “Some people were asking about Leo in the chat and I was talking about when we found out you were pregnant, and it got me reminiscing on the past few years.”
(Y/N) lifted her head to smile up at Corpse. “I know what you mean. I find myself thinking about that almost every day, especially when Leo learns to do something for the first time. It’s crazy to think he’s two already. He’s a tiny person now!”
Corpse chuckled and pulled away from (Y/N). He took her hand in his and led her down to their shared bedroom. Corpse shed himself of his clothes while (Y/N) changed into one of his shirts, her usual nightly attire. When they climbed into bed together, (Y/N) took her place in Corpse’s arms again, resting her head on his chest. He played with the hair on the nape of her neck, something (Y/N) had often told him she loved.
“I never imagined actually having kids,” he admitted. “I always wanted them, but with all of my health issues, and the agoraphobia, I never thought I’d actually be able to have any.”
“And now that you do have one, what do you think?” (Y/N) asked.
“What do you mean?”
“Like..is it what you expected? Or did you expect anything?”
Corpse thought over the question for a moment. “I wasn’t sure what to expect when you told me you were pregnant. I thought, originally, that it couldn’t be true. Then I was afraid that I wouldn’t be healthy enough myself to take care of a baby, or that before Leo was born you’d realize how much wrong I had going on with me and you wouldn’t want to have him with me anymore. Now that he’s here though…I can’t imagine ever being as happy as I am.”
(Y/N) smiled to herself in the darkness. “Really?”
“Really. I mean, as cliché as it is to say, he’s perfect. Everything about him is perfect. And I really can’t imagine having anyone else as his mom.”
(Y/N) had to blink away the tears forming in her eyes as she lifted her head to find Corpse’s cheek. She placed a light kiss there before mumbling, “I love you so much.”
“I love you too,” Corpse responded. “And Leo. I love our little family so much. I’m so unimaginably happy with everything.”
unpopular opinion: most of the time, “straight” culture is just misogyny and the only reason people don’t refer to it as such is because it’s easier to joke about “haha straight couples hate each other” rather than address the real problem which is that male entitlement and exploitation of women’s labor is so deeply normalized that it’s common for many straight women to harbor resentment towards their partners
I fucking hate the lack of infrastructure in my country. God.
Dude if I could take a train 400 miles anywhere I would pay 14 dollars just for a seat, never mind all those amenities. Jeez.
Reasons I remind myself I don’t like my country number who knows what
While this is super cool in and of itself, I’d also like to remind people that modern high speed rail (most of which is in China these days) operates at around 200 miles/hour (China’s fastest train actually operates at 370+ mph but that’s an absolute state of the art maglev, the 200 mph number is average rail speed). If we actually invested in these train systems, you wouldn’t even need an overnight ticket to make a 400 mile trip. To put that in an American context, it would allow you to get from New York to Los Angeles (the famous Cannonball Run taken by car enthusiasts for decades) in about 15 hours, which is 10 hours better than the current Cannonball Run record. With that kind of speed, you could take an evening train halfway across the country (Boston to Chicago would be ~5 hours) for a weekend trip.
Trains are not just more convenient (no driving!), but technologically superior to cars.
DarkMagic takes form as purple energy, used by Agatha Harkness. AsgardianMagic takes form as green energy when used by Loki(s). ChaosMagic takes form as red energy, used by the Scarlet Witch. EldritchMagic takes form as orange energy, used by Masters of the Mystic Arts. WitchMagic takes form as blue energy, used by Harkness’ Coven and Billy Maximoff.
