Was Thinking About This Post From The Other Day And Realized That I Have An OC From Years Ago That I

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Dabi x Reader MDNI

You catch him out of the corner of your eye barely a breath before his hand slides around your neck. He doesn’t squeeze, doesn’t threaten. He just holds it there, rubbing the column of your throat with his thumb lightly while staring down at you.

He tilts his head to the side when you stare up at him, lips slightly agape. His hand is cooler than it had been before; you think he must have taken a cold shower to soothe his constant feverishness. He doesn’t look angry, not in any way that makes you worry about him causing harm. But he does look annoyed, perhaps at being ignored for too long, almost like a cat.

“End the call.” His voice is too low to be caught by the microphone, the tone of it sending shivers down your spine. 

“I’ve gotta go,” You say immediately. 

“What? No, I’m not done-” The way Dabi’s eyes narrow tells you that he can hear your ex complaining from where he stands, still holding you by the neck. 

“I don’t care,” You pant, face burning red.

“Baby-” The hand around you twitches, fingers closing slightly to squeeze you ever so gently, fiery blue eyes narrowing even further. Dabi hadn’t liked hearing that word. 

You don’t say anything else, refusing to give any more attention to your ex when it was clearly aggravating the man in front of you. Instead, you just hang up and let your phone clatter to the floor, uncaring as to if the screen cracks. 

Dabi lets out a low hum, pleased, but doesn’t release you. He slides his hand up your throat to hold your jaw instead, tilting your head back slightly, humming again at how easily you let him handle you. 

“Boyfriend?” He asks, leaning down to ghost a kiss over your lips. 

“Ex,” Your panted correction earns a real kiss, his lips pressing firmly against yours. 

“Good. I don’t need the competition,” he murmurs.

You want to tell him that he has no competition; that your ex was your ex because he’d cheated and royally screwed any chance of recovering the relationship, but you’re not really sure Dabi cares. Not when he kisses you again, even harder this time, his hand falling from your jaw to join the other in grasping at your hips, pushing you backwards. You dare to reach for him, fingers finding purchase in the front of the borrowed t-shirt. You cling to him when the backs of your legs hit the arm of the couch, almost falling onto it. 

He tugs at your shirt with a mumbled demand to take it off, hands groping at your chest the moment you’re exposed to him. You hadn’t considered having company when you’d foregone the bra this morning, but you were happy you had. His palms are rough, staples scraping across your much softer skin. His touch has you panting, knees parting so that he can slide himself between them, pulling you both impossibly closer to each other. It would occur to you later, that he kissed you like he needed you to breathe. Like you were his only lifeline, and he had no plans of letting go any time soon. 

At the moment, however, you’re easily distracted.

All the fun Senku is having right now is due mostly to delirium caused by exhaustion no you cannot change my mind I know he's hype about science but that boy hasn't slept in weeks you're telling me a sane man came up with the idea to build cell phones, cars, and a rocket ship to the moon? False, he needs a 12 hour nap at least.

Wait about witch reader... I think after the shock senku might thinking it was psychic, it's more logical how human brains can do it if get trained or gifted for some people. The most common one is telepathy (which some have especially between a twins) or telekinesis if get trained enough...

Ohh witch!reader definitely can be equal to several man's power if they can do telekinesis

(Sorry this is rambling, and I understand if it's not make senses at all)

Never apologize for rambling at me I love it

Once magic is confirmed to be real to him, he would be all over all types of magic.

How do they work?

Can they be measured?

Are power levels a thing like in media?

His entire perspective of how thr world works has shifted, but that just makes the science of it all that much more fun to him.

Touchstarved Headcanons: Ryusui Nanami

x gn!reader

Anyone else you wanna see?

General:

Ryusui loves physical contact, he just doesn't get a whole lot of it

He suffers from being surrounded by people who are too afraid to really touch him due to his status or general attitude

The most affection he gets from his family is the occasional shoulder pat or firm handshake

But he wants more, and he is determined to get it come hell or high water.

The problem is that he doesn't really know how to get the affection he wants. He can't force it, or pay someone, it just doesn't work that way. He has to earn it, and with his personality, that can be hard (not that he'd ever admit it)

With His Partner

You coming along is his biggest win, in his humble opinion

You are so free with your affection, he's obsessed.

Has to be wherever you are at all times just so that he can be holding your hand, leaning on you, or smushing you as close to his body as he can without hurting you

Purposefully has a bed that's just barely big enough to hold both of you so that he can be fully wrapped around you all night

PLEASE let him lay on you while you're both naked, this man loves his skin-to-skin time (not necessarily in a nsfw way but be prepared for what that can cause this man is obsessed with you)

Lowkey gets a little huffy when you touch someone else, even if it's on accident or 100% necessary

His absolute favorite thing in the world is when you hold his face in your hands.

Curly x Reader snippet

The cockpit is dim, as always, but warmer than usual. He’s sure he has the heavy blanket tucked around him for that. Everything sounds normal, with soft beeps and the incessant rattle the ship developed after the crash. The only difference was the soft humming coming from his left. 

He turns his head slowly, the image of you filling his vision, sending butterflies rushing through his whole being. 

You were curled in the co-pilot’s seat, knees pulled close to your chest. You were focused on your nails, eyebrows furrowed as you scraped at them with a file as you hummed along to whatever song played in your head. Occasionally, a lyric or two would slip through your lips, your voice filling him with a different kind of warmth. 

Pretty. 

Your head snaps up, as if you’d read his thoughts. Or maybe he’d spoken out loud, he wasn’t totally sure. Your eyes find his, and you smile.

“Hi,” You say softly.

“Hi,” He murmurs, a smile creeping onto his own face. 

“You okay?” You ask, tilting your head a bit.

He just looks at you for a moment, really taking you in. Your uniform had been abandoned for something more comfortable, you’d likely traded places with someone just long enough to change but not leave him totally alone. Your eyes were tired, though that was nothing new, and God you were just…

“You’re pretty,” He says before he can stop himself. You make a noise, like you’d choked on air, and your face fills with color, pink dusting your cheeks and ears. 

“Wh-where did that come from?” You ask, letting out a nervous laugh. 

“My heart, I think,” He says, feeling awfully cheeky. You laugh for real this time, rolling your eyes and shaking your head. You open your mouth to quip back at him, but he speaks first. “I mean it though. You’re really pretty.” 

You pause, blinking at him real slow, thinking about how best to respond to him. Not that your hesitation was much of a surprise. His words came out of nowhere, surprising even himself when he’d blurted them out. He was honestly somewhat glad that you were taking your time to speak, rather than waving off what he’d said as a joke, or something he’d said out of exhaustion. 

“Thank you,” You finally reply. “You’re not so bad, either.” 

“You think?” He asks, feeling a grin stretch his face. 

“Mm. Very handsome,” You nod. 

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” 

The silence that falls between the two of you is long, but comfortable. You shift in your seat, moving to sit criss-cross rather than bunched in a ball, your gaze following him as he sits up and stretches the sleep from his limbs. Your eyes burn into him, making him grateful for the blanket still covering his lap. He couldn’t say why you looking at him like that made him feel this way, but it did. It gave him a surge of something, confidence or bravery or stupidity, it didn’t matter. 

“Can I kiss you?” He asks, hoping you saw the sincerity in his face. You make that choking noise again, eyes blowing wide and lips parting in shock at his question. The pink on your cheeks darkens to more of a red color, and his heart beats so fast he’s not sure he’ll survive to see tomorrow. 

I see everything :)

Watching this interaction on my post has honestly made my day I'm dying

RP blogs are everything I love when you guys pop up

The last texts between Senku and his long distance crush friend

-Get some sleep. Next time we talk, I’ll have something cool to show you.

-Promise?

-Sure, but only if you stop bothering me so I can work

She doesn’t respond.

He doesn’t think about it, after all, why would he? It was late in the States (or early, depending on who you asked), so she was probably already turned over and dozing. And if not, she was about to be. It doesn’t occur to him for a moment that anything could be wrong, not for a few thousand years, anyway.

Hello I really enjoyed the relationship hc but if u dont mind can u do one for ukyo? Please and thank uu!

I would love to I adore him

Relationship Headcanons: Ukyo Saionji

x gn!reader

He's shockingly hard to write I hope this is okay

SFW

A confident king

He's got crazy good hearing, he's probably heard you hardcore crushing on him multiple times, so asking you out is such a no brainer for him

The biggest sweetheart

Loves your voice and encourages you to talk as much as you want

Gets so proud when you do something cool

Lots of soft touches throughout the day

Will buy you just because flowers on a regular basis

Is a surprisingly good cook and will cook for you whenever you want

Tells the best jokes this man loves to hear you laugh

Likes to spend lots of quality time with you, regardless of if you stay in or go out

Loves showing you new things

Is honestly the most patient teacher in the world

Engages in your hobbies

Tells you all the time that the world feels quieter when you're around

You two are a package deal, it's rare to see one without the other

Is genuinely one of the most terrifying people if something happens to you

He may be a pacifist, but he will resort to threats and violence if it means keeping you safe

NSFW

He has a pretty moderate sex drive, but boy can he fuck

Can go from 0 to 100 in the snap of a finger

Doesn't look the type, but he can be super dominant when he's in the right mood

Be a brat, I dare you. See how long it takes to walk normally afterwards.

Loves to tease you with toys

Wants to hear every noise you can make and literally never gets tired of it

Gives amazing oral

Has pretty good stamina, so he can keep going for a while

Loves after sex cuddling.

Will lay his head on your chest while you're both coming down and let the sound of your heartbeat lull him into relaxation

Takes a shower with you and smothers you in little kisses

This can lead to him pressing you against the wall and fucking you all over again

Yipe :D

I would love to yap with you about OCS and fic ideas

My dm's are always open if you feel comfortable with that, and you know my discord lol

- one hundred percent not 🌙

My DMs are also always open! You can literally poke me about it at any time and even if I'm sleeping I will eventually wake up and see it and scream with you in enjoyment

Hello! This is 🦐 annon here!

I have made this request before for another writer but I wanted to see different visions on this.

Imagine a witch reader that has a connection with nature and uses it to help the Kos while not caring about keeping her nature a secret. In the meanwhile, senku notices this but tries to get a logic explaining every time because for him there is no damn way witches existed all the time and no one really notices. So one day while Perseus is almost finished, reader asks to borrow the ship for just one night, and when Ryusui asks why, reader just says: "oh, I want to make a protection spell so your journey won't be hard in the sea!". Senku hears that and ALMOST says it's illogical, but this idea pop in his mind that he just waits until the night and follows reader to the ship, trying to figure out this magic witch thing. Just to get completely shocked when he saw the true nature of a witch in her action, the power that floats around reader while she cast the protection spell on the Perseus.

Don't know how to flow after that, it's up to you! Hope you have a great day!

Hello shrimp anon!

This fits so well with my horror/fantasy AU because magic would totally be more effective in the stone world

Old spirits and creatures from folklore he could accept. This was the stone world after all. Once humans were no longer an issue, anything that had been hiding from them was sure to start coming back around. 

But magic? That was harder to believe.

Physical beings could be studied. If they were intelligent, they could be interviewed. But magic was little more than a concept. Something that was just science mixing with superstition. There was no evidence that it was-or ever had been-real. But it made you happy to believe that you could do it, so he just let it go.

“Ryusui!” Senku’s head turns at the sound of your voice. It was getting late, everyone needed to get some sleep so that tomorrow could go smoother. He watches from where he was sitting a short distance away as you walk with a little extra pep in your step right up to the captain of the Perseus. 

He doesn’t hear what’s said between the two of you, but whatever it is has Ryusui’s eyebrows rising, one of his big, slow grins spreading over his face. 

“Of course!” Ryusui yells. “I want it!” You laugh, your head nodding in agreement. Then you turn, and walk off. 

“What was that all about?” Senku asks as he approaches the other man.

“They’re going to put a magical barrier on the ship!” Ryusui says. “I’m not totally sure I believe in all that, but when we’re on the open sea, we’re going to need all the help we can get. Am I wrong?” 

“No, you’re not wrong,” Senku says. It was just something you were doing to make yourself feel better about the long journey ahead, and nothing more. 

Wishing Ryusui a good night, Senku wanders the direction you’d gone off in. If you were going to mess around the ship in the middle of the night, you should at least have someone nearby in case something happened. Besides, he would be lying if he said he wasn’t at least a little bit curious. He’d never actually seen you cast your spells before, so he wondered just what went into something like this- whether it was real or not. 

He trails after you quietly, and you either don’t notice him or don’t care, as you never once look back or try to speak to him. Maybe you were mentally preparing yourself, reciting your spell in your head so you didn’t stumble over it. You could be making a list of things you had to do, or what you needed in order to accomplish whatever it was you were planning. 

He appreciated your meticulous nature. 

When you reach the Perseus, you sigh out a soft ‘okay!’ and start up the ramp, hands digging through the little bag you always kept on your hip for your ”spellwork”. He follows you up onto the deck, and finally speaks up.

“So, what’s the plan here?” He asks, watching you stoop down to draw something on the wood with a piece of chalk. 

“Protection spells are usually really easy for me, but this one has to be big, so I’ve gotta make sure I do it right,” You say, not fully answering his question.

“Anything I can do to help?” He may not be a believer, but you two were on the same team. He had no issue helping set up candles or tying herbs together for you. 

“Um,” You pause, standing back to your full height and putting your hands on your hips. “Actually, yes. Can you come hold something for me real fast?” 

“Sure, alright,” He says, following where you point him to. Once in position, you pull that something out of your bag. The one thing you don’t let anyone look at too closely. 

Your spellbook is heavier than he’d expected, and he nearly drops it when you dump it in his hands to hold for you while you open and flip through it quickly. It takes everything he has not to stare at the pages of formulas and try to work them out. 

Magic sure looked a lot like math in several places. But you turn the pages too quickly for him to gather much information. He makes a mental note to try to convince you to let him see it again another day. 

“Oh- this one!” You stop at a page within the first quarter of the book. Smoothing your hands over the page, your eyes dart across the stone age paper, muttering under your breath as you read your own scrawled notes. Once satisfied, you take the book from him, slapping it shut and shoving it back into your bag. 

So, it was more of a reference book than anything else. Interesting. 

“Okay, so,” You take a breath, stepping into the middle of your lines of chalk. “This should be super fast.” 

“Anything I need to do?” He asks. You shake your head. 

“You can just stand there and watch.” 

Fair enough, he supposed. Though, it wasn’t like anything was going to happ-

You close your eyes and inhale a long, slow breath. The air around the two of you changes, the breeze whipping around you and tugging at clothes and hair. It wasn’t anything crazy, but it was enough to get his attention. 

His heart beats hard in his chest. Even though there were no bright flashing lights or words spoken, he could feel the shift in the world around him. The way the wind swirled around you, how the water calmed to near perfect stillness, and how the trees seemed to stretch their branches towards you, reaching for you as if to give you their power. 

When you exhale and open your eyes, he’s not even sure he’s looking at you anymore. Your gaze held something in it he’d never seen in another human being. Hell, even the spirits he’d been having to shoo away from everything for the past few years didn’t look like that. 

His mind races, trying to find a reason for everything. Maybe the weather was having a sudden turn, or maybe he was exhausted. Maybe he’s even inhaled something and is massively hallucinating. 

But something in him, something deep in his blood and under his bones, told him that it wasn’t that simple. That what he was looking at had no logical explanation. That magic had no logical explanation. 

He’s still reeling from the experience when you put a hand on his shoulder, startling him. 

“Hey, you okay?” You ask, worried. 

“What just…” He doesn’t know what to say, or what to do. A smile creeps onto your face, slow and knowing. You pat him on the shoulder before reaching to take one of his hands and start pulling him along with you back off the ship.

He looks back over his shoulder, eyes catching sight of the lines of chalk you’d just been standing in. He watches as they fade into little sparkles of dim light, each speck sinking into the Perseus and strengthening it. 

“We aren’t going to make sure it worked?” He finally manages to ask once his feet hit the dirt. 

“It worked,” You say with a soft hum. 

“How do you know?”

“I just do.”