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This was originally requested by Anon who asked: "What kind of personality would each of the characters be drawn into?"

I had to split it up into a few sections, separating the boys by their houses so here's the next part. The links to all the others are below. I hope you like the headcanons!

Fandom: Tokyo Debunker

Characters: Alan Mido, Leo Kurosagi, Sho Haizono x gn! Reader

Frostheim | Vagastrom | Jabberwock | Sinostra | Hotarubi | Obscuary | Mortkranken | Dionysia

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What sort of personality are the characters drawn to?

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Hiiii I love ur blog! Andddd I’m here for the match making event! (My preference is both genders but mostly men) and I was hoping for a match from Tokyo debunker and jjk(if not then hxh)

About me:

https://docs.google.com/document/d/10Ya5UZ-ol194ZKyKYkpOlGmcfGHEUxM1ROBZVILT9gA/edit?usp=drivesdk

hi cutie!!!!

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        I’ve decided to pair you up with…..

MIO

this actually works REALLLYYY well

depending on where you are in the game this may be spoilers, but you meet during the set build up for the concert/festival ep!!!

Darkwick had ended up asking you to also help out with your prior experience to building sets, etc.

esp if your good with powertools, you ended up bonding with Mio really well!!!

Although Mio is crazy amazing with his craftwork, I think you guys would make a great team together, and you give him ideas for clock work anomalies !!

Mio is also a sweetheart and would be one of the best boyfriends, esp out of the men at darkwick.

Mio is pretty social I'd argue, but I also don't see him as someone who cares to interact with everyone he comes across.

tbh I think this is a match made in heaven ೀ  I’ve decided to pair you up with….. NOBARA

also a tool wielder

I think it would be REALLY interesting if your a jjk sorcerer and ur technique had something to do with theatre.

I also chose nobara because she's honestly one of the least judgmental characters who is also not selfish in a sense. like she'll value you above all.

not saying that most of jjk wouldn't, but they have their own flaws that nobara makes up for .

Nobara had someone that was incredibly close to her, so she understands what it's like with trust and abandonment issues

you would NEVER bother her. she would bother u instead actually..

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guys my flight to my actual destination got cancelled and now im at the airport for 12 hours. yay im in Italy. not yay im with shitty wifi and it's lowkey embarrassing to write matches in public.

Been 4 years since the war, and you can still remember the feeling you had when you seen Bakugo’s lifeless body on the field.

You couldn’t reach him, you couldn’t save him, but you seen his chest, the way his eyes slowly dimmed, tears and blood stained his cheeks, you felt a part of yourself die a little as well.

It was a difficult transition to see him from alive to dead to back alive again, you never got around to tell him how you really felt during the time of the war. How exhausted you were, not just physically but emotionally and mentally. How you been going to therapy for the past 2 years, because the nightmares came back.

You never told him about your internal struggles post war, because you felt guilty.

You wasn’t on the line like he and Deku was, but you still played your part, having a few battles of your own to fight and if Bakugo was there to see how you carried yourself he would have been so proud, but that small bit of comparison between you and him made your problems seem so minuscule.

It was silly, but honest.

He’s on the couch now , one arm over his eyes, and the other over his stomach taking a nap, or so you thought. You had another scare while thinking for way too long. That fear bubbling up inside your heart and mind like a cloud before a storm begins you physically try to shake it off, so you go to do what you knew best to help and that was to lie on his chest.

His chest was moving very shallow, his snorts was light as it was being covered by the rain outside the window. He looked so peaceful, you examine his figure , seeing the scars on his body, as well as the big one on his chest.

You approach him slowly, adjusting to climb and squeeze between his legs, he noticed your presence before even moving, he was just waiting for you to make a move and when you finally did he stretched himself out for you to get comfortable.

When your ears reach where his heart is you slowly shut your eyes to concentrate on his heartbeat. The quiet thumping increased slightly when he wrapped his arms around your waist.

It felt so much better now. His scent and sound immediately made your body relax.

You smile a little, weakly, seeing at the calming beats of his pulse soothes you like a heavy wave of water to help you fall asleep.

Black!Reader, Virginity Loss Mentioned, Canon!Bakugo, Mentions of Sex, Slightly Smutty, Bantering

He thinks it’s stupid at first. Not wanting to engage in such a dumb activity, “For fucking what? I already know everything about your body.”

Bakugo was always the type to tell you no, as he was doing it, but this suggestion did take a bit of convincing seeing as he was never the type to be very vocal about the intimate moments with you both.

“C’mon…” You whine holding his strong bicep he had curled in with the other. You almost get distracted by his strength and began lifting your legs to swing on him as if you were a monkey.

“ALRIGHT!” He shrugs you off, sucking his teeth seeing how excited you were to finally wear him down. “What are the questions, dumbass.”

You both lean on the headboard of your dorm bed and scroll through the several ads and comments to find the section of questions.

“Okay, first question; are you and your partner sexually active—“

“Obviously.”

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Just Him.

And Only Him.

he 100% is a certified MUNCH and he is a BEAST when it comes to eating you out. he puts his ALLLLL into eating pussy.

he probably prefers to have you on your back to fully eat you out better and to get into every part of it. he wants his face to be as deep in your pussy as possible.

zero warm up. no kitten licks. the second the panties are off he gets to work. he doesn't come back up for air until he himself is done eating, which is usually a while.

he groans into your pussy like it's the greatest thing he's ever eaten. doesn't talk much during it because he gets very concentrated, but loooves making vibrations against your clit to make you squirm.

messy and shameless as FUCK. he does not care if his entire face is drenched in your juices. he will drag orgasm after orgasm out of you and will make you squirt too. he WANTS it all over him.

likes to edge you when he feels mean. brings you right to the edge with the right flicks and pushes of his fingers and tongue and then pulls away while cooing about "not yet, you come when I say." he will do this 3-4 times and when he lets you come it's HEAVENLY.

really really loves when you ride his face. he will make you sit down with your full body weight and keep you there until he feels satisfied. sometimes he comes untouched just from having you on his face.

ALWAYS uses 2-3 fingers and the tongue at the same time.

he marks your inner thighs with hickeys and bite marks almost every single time, sits back and admires his handiwork like the cocky little shit he is.

king of overstimulation. he does not care if you have already come more then three times. he does not care if your running from it, you WILL give him another one.

will eat it until your clit is sore and your swollen from how long he's had his mouth on you.

osamu miya x reader; in which you try making breakfast for your roommate so you can confess your feelings but it goes horribly wrong cos you suck at cooking (yikes!)

“why did i think i can do all this?” you mutter quietly to yourself, stepping back to look at the absolute mess that was made. you had messed up the rice to water ratio for the rice cooker, burned the sausage, and put too much salt in the scrambled eggs. your only edible food item was the fruit salad you made, although your poorly-shaped fruit detracted whatever visual appeal was left.

sinking down to the floor, you sat with your head in your hands, trying to think of how you could possibly salvage this. the plan was to make your roommate, osamu miya, a nice breakfast - one that was worthy enough to confess your feelings over.

living with him for the past 8 months had only amplified the previous feelings you had for him in high school. the normalcy of late night conversations and packed work lunches had only added fuel to the fire. atsumu even calls you “‘samu’s girlfriend”, a name that neither you or him rush to deny.

ex-husband katsuki! who you’d been with since you were in high school and he was just a loudmouth teenager training to be a pro-hero. your first love. high school sweetheart. first kiss. first everything.

ex-husband katsuki! who promised you the world and followed through. almost followed through.

ex-husband katsuki! who surprised you with the news of his agency opening over a home cooked meal on the back patio of your shared apartment. not only that, he surprised you with a proposal. your hand in his for life.

ex-husband katsuki! who, as a wedding gift, bought a house big enough for the two of you and whatever the hell else you could ever dream of.

ex-husband katsuki! who did everything in his power to make sure you never had to want for anything. working extra hard and staying behind long hours at the agency. in hopes that after a few years, he’d have enough money to never leave your side again.

ex-husband katsuki! who started sleeping on the couch after his shifts in fear of waking you up after seeing how peaceful you always were when sleeping. he couldn’t stand the thought. he’d just have to hope you’d be awake before he had to leave again.

ex-husband katsuki! who had been so busy with working, he’d almost forgotten your anniversary coming up. until he didn’t. he even booked a small weekend getaway. letting everyone know he’d be gone and not to bother him. no excuses.

ex-husband katsuki! who left early that day to come home to you. he even stopped for flowers. your favorite, too. only to be met with one of his worst nightmares. no. it was his worst. you were gone, and so were all of your things.

ex-husband katsuki! who had no idea what, when, or why this was happening. he never knew you were feeling this way. maybe that’s the fucking problem. he didn’t know anything about you anymore. anything except that he’d lost you.

ex-husband katsuki! who didn’t put up a fight. he signed the papers because you asked him to. he still has no fucking idea why he was stupid enough to do it. did you really want this? because he didn’t. of everything he imagined for the two of you, this was the last thing he ever thought would happen.

ex-husband katsuki! who desperately stopped at nothing. he offered for you to take the house. his car. the savings he’s set aside for you so far…nothing short of an even bigger heartbreak when you refused all of it. you didn’t want any of it. you didn’t want anything. why wouldn’t you just take something? at least his guilt would grow smaller.

ex-husband katsuki! who spent weeks. no, months on end going through every scenario. wondering where it all went wrong. a moment to pin. the night you met. wishing on every shooting star that you’d come back to him one day.

ex-husband katsuki! who learned from a friend you were moving on. it didn’t make him angry. even worse, it left him with an indescribable feeling in his chest. he couldn’t imagine it. you with someone else. you being with another person longer than you’d been with him. years down the line. still off to the side watching the life he could of had pass before his very eyes.

ex-husband katsuki! who almost fucks it all up again by texting you. he couldn’t help himself any longer. he just couldn’t bear the thought of someone else learning you. your habits. your skin. your sounds. the way you…fuck. whined against his neck.

ex-husband katsuki! who learns his best friends are engaged. who also happen to be…your best friends. meaning you’ll be sucked into each other’s space again no matter what.

ex-husband katsuki! who searches for any and everything that might help him in getting his wife back. even if it means dragging your drunk ass out of mina and kirishima’s engagement party and bringing you home with him…he even washed your hair. not that you’d remember. maybe you wouldn’t hate him too much when you wake up and realize where you are, and that he took care of you.

ex-husband katsuki! who watches you all night at the bar during the bachelor and bachelorette party. even when some random shows up, throwing herself on him, doing anything for a sliver of his attention. only for it to still be on you. your curves. the way your lips scrunch when you’re upset. were you? upset? but by the time he makes his way over to ask, you’ve disappeared.

ex-husband katsuki! who drunkenly invites you to his hotel room. (not much of a drunken thought) but nonetheless, his heart almost tears right through his stomach when his door opens and there you are.

ex-husband katsuki! who just couldn’t fucking believe it. you were here. with him. asleep in his arms for the first time in such a long time. he was scared to even fall asleep. in fear that you’ll somehow disappear from his arms in his dreams. and that you did.

ex-husband katsuki! who has you under him almost every single night after. you’d swear to everyone you love that you hate him and will never forgive him. but never in his ear late at night when your body remembers everything your heart swore to forget.

ex-husband katsuki! who’s always coming up with new reasons to see you. a package delivered to his doorstep. your favorite artist releasing music. offering you rides. (all sorts of them)

ex-husband katsuki! who gets a little too jealous watching you hold conversations with men who should be him. the thought of you being with them the way you were with him only minutes before coming to this damn rehearsal dinner. he feels partly defeated. he thought things were finally going his way.

ex-husband katsuki! who brings a date to the wedding despite his overgrown and undeniable feelings for you. he only immediately regrets it. especially seeing how upset you are. today was supposed to be about love. not his own damn ego.

ex-husband katsuki! who sits with you hours after it’s over and everyone has gone home. helping you clean and pack things up while also reminiscing about the small, intimate details from your own wedding.

ex-husband katsuki! who starts showing up again. more and more. to the point you’ve become overwhelmed with emotions yourself. what if he hasn’t changed? what if the next time is no different?

ex-husband katsuki! who’s never once taken his wedding ring off since the divorce. except for when he’ll be seeing you. even then, he puts it around his chain and tucks it into his collar or back pocket. no one around him has given him shit about it yet. but you would.

ex-husband katsuki! who cooks for you every night. just like the old times when he first learned to cook and made a date out of it. the curry was burnt, but thank goodness his cooking skills improved over the years.

ex-husband katsuki! who can’t take not being your husband anymore. he’d say anything. do anything. he just wants you to take him back. he’d even beg on his knees if you’d only ask.

ex-husband katsuki! who goes out on a limb, heart in his hand holding out for you. “marry me again, please.” he takes your hand one random night after dinner…though he was supposed to be leaving. this time he doesn’t.

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an: this is just a little something based on the series <3 so i’ve tagged everyone who was already on the list :)

when he signs up to go to the gym, you think that is normal, he’s looking out for his health. but when he stops baking sweet desserts and follows diets that weird gymbro’s post on the internet, you start to worry.

“samu, i’m really in the mood to devour a brownie” you huff, plopping down on the couch next to him, your knee brushing against his.

“can’t you buy one? if i bake one, i might want to eat it, but i can’t” he rests his arm over your shoulders. you frown, “what?”. you arch an eyebrow at his lack of response and he sighs. “i want to stay in shape, y’know? i’m turning 31 this year”

you blink. unbelievable. your eyes check him out — defined biceps, abs that lay underneath his loose shirt, beefy thighs and long legs that make him huge. “samu… are you doing drugs?”

he snorts and gives you a playful nudge with his elbow before you speak again. “i’m serious — dead serious — when i say you’re the hottest man alive”

“that’s jacob elordi, sweetheart” he retorts amused and you hold back a laugh, “shut up. i’m saying that you’re handsome, the handsomest actually”

he caresses your waist when you climb onto his lap, “just saying. i’m getting old, i just… don’t want you to dislike me”

that was the last straw.

you’re riding him harsh and sloppy, the recently bought couch cracking beneath your bodies. your nails scratch his biceps as you moan loudly, his hips jerking up to meet your tight pussy deliciously. he’s sooo desperate, thrusting into you only to see how your back arches. only to see how your dazed eyes look down at him through long lashes — adoring him, almost.

“you’re so fucking hot” your words are a mere breath. your eyes roll back in pleasure when he grips your butt, slamming you down. “you think so?” in another point, maybe he would’ve sounded cocky - but right now osamu only needs approval from you. you moan loudly and crash your lips against his. is wild and feral, a nasty display of love and lust.

you finish around him and he swallows the cute noses you make right before. you clench, your walls milking him, begging for his thick cum as if you needed it to breath. of course, he can’t deny you anything, so he spills into you with every inch buried inside that sweet hole.

you pant against his chest, hugging him tightly (in both senses) and with sweat covering your bodies. you giggle when you say, “see? the fat ones are even better”

you grin when his cock twitches inside you.

f!reader | requested | fluff | divider by @uzmacchiato

from birth, you were doomed to a life of endless teasing. the miya twins were already bad enough—then you came along and completed the apocalypse.

your parents swear they didn’t plan for it. but there you are, miya y/n, the third triplet—with the same golden eyes, that lazy kansai drawl, and the ability to wreak havoc without even trying.

That fierce little frown, the sharp look in your eye. The way his heart stuttered even when you mocked him.

He told Atsumu about the interaction that same night, “I can’t believe ya took that for me,” Atsumu laughs, sprawled out like he owns the place, grin wide and insufferable, “I owe ya one”

Osamu shrugs, sinking into the couch like it doesn’t matter, like he hasn’t been thinking about you for hours.

“Then introduce me to her”

Atsumu pauses, “…What?”

“Introduce me” Osamu repeats, small grin in place, “Ya owe me”

There’s a long look. Then Atsumu groans dramatically, throwing his head back, “Yer unbelievable”

The blonde begrudgingly finds you on campus the next morning, dragging a secretly giddy Osamu along, “Aye, y/n!”

You flinch at the sudden call, turning with a scowl already on your lips, “Fuck do you want Mi-“ but the words die in your throat at the sight before you.

Atsumu Miya, your biggest op, standing next to….

Atsumu Miya....?

You freeze in horror for a second, brain slow to process.

There’s a long, painful pause where nobody moves. Not a breath, a word, a twitch.

Finally, the blonde shoots you a shit eating grin, eyes glimmer with unbridled amusement, “Ya yelled at the wrong guy, psycho”

“Oh my god” You whisper, heat creeping up your neck.

In seconds, you’re bowing your head, words tumbling out before you can stop them, frantic and absolutely mortified, “I’m so sorry, oh my god, I didn’t know, you looked exactly like him-“

Osamu just laughs, bright and warm, completely unbothered.

And somehow, that makes it so much worse.

You glance up, mortified, and he’s smiling at you like this is the highlight of his week.

“No harm done, sweetheart” he drawls, smooth and sweet enough to make your stomach flip.

“Anyways”, the blonde cuts in, eyebrow raised, “I guess I should go work on my part” he snickers when you shoot him an ugly glare, throwing up a peace sign in goodbye.

“Try not to yell at the wrong twin again!”

And just like that, he’s gone.

You stand with Osamu in silence for a second, desperately trying to think of how to fix this when he clears his throat, “so… do I really look that bad in a hat?”

You groan immediately, loud and miserable, hiding your face in your hands.

“NO oh my god, no, he just pisses me off so bad, I only said it because I knew it would make him mad…I’m so sorry” you whine, embarrassment burning brighter with every word.

He laughs again, flashing you a bright grin that makes your heart beat a little harder.

And it suddenly hits you, you’re in trouble.

You’re so conflicted.

Atsumu Miya is the biggest pain in your ass, the very sight of him pisses you off, and yet…

Here you are, staring at his twin, heart beating just a little too fast for casual.

And, damn, he’s so hot.

And it’s so annoying.

“Lemme take ya on a date” the grey eyed man suddenly says, “As an apology”

You blink at him, “you want to apologize.. to me..?”

He grins, real soft and easy, “You’re stuck working with that idiot, that deserves an apology”

A laugh slips out of you before you can stop it, surprised, extremely relieved.

And in that moment, everything suddenly feels easy. The tensions gone, replaced with something softer, warmer.

Like maybe yelling at the wrong twin wasn’t the worst mistake you could’ve made.

Like maaaaybe…

It was actually the right one.

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A/N: pt. 2 of he wants that cookie so damn bad