#i spell it shinsou but not jirou

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I played musical chairs some of highlights as mha charters

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Sero sitting on a chair: yes!

Bakugo harshly ripping the chair from underneath sero: not on my watch tape face

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Jiro undoing everyones shoelaces: this is what I call strategy

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Shinso(he was forced to play) and denki went for the same chair and denki ended up sitting on shinsos lap.

Shinso deadpan: get off

Denki smirking flirty and leaning close to Shinsos face: now why should I hot stuff

Shinso pushing Denki off: that's why

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Todoroki: so the aim is to acquire a chair when the music stops

Deku: pretty much yeah

Next round

Todoroki violently pushing Momo off a chair: I got a chair

Deku: todoroki... No

Todoroki: why I got a chair...Momo can just make another one

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Shigiraki requesting songs: play the mincraft music

Dabi: were not playing nerd shit

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Who Gave Kaminari Adult Money?

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/0cdBqMl by Springtime4Persephone “The shoes, Denki. She’s asking about the shoes.” Jirou finished her beer and handed the bottle to Ochako, who set it spinning alongside the first. “I think it’s a stretch to call crocs ‘shoes’—” Ochako’s muttering was abruptly cut off by Denki swinging his leg up to drop his foot in the middle of the table. “You have to go fast, they’re race cars.” “And I get why you got them for Kiri, it’s his birthday and he loves crocs but… why do you have a pair?” Ochako poked at his toes, cringing as her finger accidentally sank into one of the ventilation holes. “Duh, they have my name on them. L. I. G. H. T. N. I. N. G. That spells Kaminari in English.” “It really doesn’t,” Shinsou managed to wheeze. Denki shrugged and directed the smile at Shinsou, effectively murdering him. “Close enough!” ****** Some silly fluff from a text thread that made it out of the group chat. Just a night off for some heroes who grew up too fast and are making up for it as adults. Lots of adult language (so much adult language) but surprisingly smut-free. Words: 6542, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Kaminari Denki, Shinsou Hitoshi, Ashido Mina, Jirou Kyouka, Uraraka Ochako, Yaoyorozu Momo, Todoroki Shouto, Midoriya Izuku, Sero Hanta Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Kaminari Denki/Shinsou Hitoshi Additional Tags: Drunken Confessions, Love Confessions, Fluff and Crack, Silly, Drunk Kaminari Denki, Drunk Kirishima Eijirou, adults acting like children, Birthday Fluff, Birthday Presents, Aged-Up Character(s) read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/0cdBqMl

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Crossworlds

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by v8ny8

Jupiter Etsuko is an up-and-coming duelling champion. Dominating the juniors at national level, she's stuck completing her Hogwarts education until she can graduate and move onto formally beating the international competition. Wise beyond her years thanks to extensive spell knowledge, Jupiter spends as much free time possible in her head of house's classroom creating spells to slip up her opponents with. Until one day an unfortunate mishap with a new spell and a discarded potion sends her careering off to somewhere far far away, where she'll have to navigate her way around. She's still a student - but now at UA High!

Words: 2059, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Original Female Character(s), Midoriya Izuku, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Severus Snape, Bakugou Katsuki, Uraraka Ochako, Nedzu (My Hero Academia), Kayama Nemuri | Midnight, Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Todoroki Shouto, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Toga Himiko, Albus Dumbledore, Bubaigawara Jin | Twice, Iida Tenya, Yaoyorozu Momo, Kirishima Eijirou, Shinsou Hitoshi, Kurogiri (My Hero Academia), Ojiro Mashirao, Jirou Kyouka, Ashido Mina, Kaminari Denki

Additional Tags: Supportive Class 1-A (My Hero Academia), Parental Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Time Travel, Slytherin Original Character(s), Not Beta Read, Midoriya Izuku Has a Quirk, Midoriya Izuku Has One for All Quirk, Parental U.A. Faculty (My Hero Academia), Class 1-A (My Hero Academia) - Freeform, Mentioned Class 1-B (My Hero Academia), Canon Compliant, Tired Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, sorry if theyre out of character, My First Fanfic, except i once wrote a doctor who one 7 years ago that doesnt count, Major Original Character(s), League of Villains, Alternate Universe, Dadzawa, stuck in another universe, Canon-Typical Violence, ie bakugo, no beta we die like this fic after 2 days probably, im at university so updates may be slow to non existent, Slytherin OFC, Smart OFC, Duelling

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[flyingraijin]

Body As A Temple | H. Shinsou

Entry 03 | The Virginity Chronicles 

Summary: You can hear them when they whisper behind their hands. Always. And it hurts as the doubt starts to kick in. But maybe, just maybe Shinsou knows how to help.

(Or, alternatively; Hitoshi fucks for the first time)

Pairing: Hitoshi Shinsou x fem!reader

Warnings: Insecurity, lot’s of self-doubt, swearing, smut, virginity loss, body worship, praise, vaginal fingering, cunniligus, creampie, vaginal penetration, use of “kitten”, use of “muffin”, slight soft dom!Shinsou, established relationship, this is not realistic, (please, don’t take notes), all characters are aged up to 18 years old!

Note: So, I actually hate this with a burning passion. But I don’t have it in me to work on it anymore. I maybe come back in future and do some major editing but this is it for now. 

That said, apologies fo the spelling and grammar errors. I’ll go back and fix them tomorrow :)

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They were talking about you behind your back again. They were always talking.

 They thought they were sneaky, and you pretended they were. You pretended you couldn’t feel their eyes burning into your spine or the weight of their judgmental gazes whenever you were in the same room as they were. You pretended you couldn’t hear what they whispered behind their hands to each other, despite the fact that they were so, so loud. 

 It was difficult, and you weren’t stupid. But you pretended nonetheless because it was easier than confrontation. Anything was easier than confrontation. 

 They were doing it again now, as you lay flat backed on the common room couch with your phone in your hand. You couldn’t see them but you knew they were there anyway, gathered around one of the tables as they sent hateful looks your way. You recognised their voices; low, disdainful, jealous, and telling you everything you needed to know. 

 “Why are they even together?” 

 They’d been whispering since the moment you let your boyfriend out of the Class B common room earlier that afternoon. They’d watched you as you walked, and pursed their lips and sucked their teeth, and all the while you’d smiled as you said goodbye to Hitoshi, said you’d seen him tomorrow and to have a good evening. You couldn’t smile anymore. 

 “It doesn’t make any sense. It literally makes no sense.” 

 Jirou had told you before that they were just jealous - the girls of Class B. That they were just insecure and lonely and mad at you because you had something they wanted. And in some sense, you knew she was right. But it didn’t make you feel all that much better. 

 “Why would he ever pick someone like her?” 

 Things had been like this for a long time. Far too long. You’d known from the start that some of the girls in your class didn’t like you. They hadn’t made any effort to hide it - throwing you distasteful looks when you’d sat with Asui and Uraraka for lunch, turning their noses up when you walked past, scoffing whenever you did anything in training or in class. You’d grown used to it, learned to tolerate it even, but then things had only got worse. 

 When Shinsou had first joined the hero course, you were the only one in your class to try to befriend him. It’d helped that he was friends with Midoriya, and you were friends with Midoriya. You’d never even once suspected you were getting in the way of something when you’d sat beside Hitoshi during his first lunch break as a hero student, or that you were inserting yourself somewhere you weren’t supposed to be. It was only when, three weeks later, as the mutual crush you and Hitoshi shared on each other became obvious for everyone else to see that you were pulled aside by Kinoko Komori and Pony Tsunotori and told that you were trying to “steal their man”, that you began to realise you might have got yourself in over your head. 

 Although, at that point, it was already too late. A week later Hitoshi asked you out officially and like a love-sick idiot, you’d said yes. And while you didn’t regret that decision, you did hate yourself just a little bit for it. 

 Of course, you hadn’t told Hitoshi. You could never, not with the idea of his disappointed dark eyes implanted in your head. You were sure he’d find some way to turn it on himself, to try and take some of the blame from you. But this was purely your own fault - you weren’t good enough, just as Pony and Kinoko had always said. And you didn’t want to hold him back anymore than you already did. 

 Still, it hurt. Hurt enough that you switched off your phone and stuffed it into your pocket as your eyes burned. When you sat up, the whispering stopped just a little, just enough to tell you that they were at least pretending to try to keep their true opinions from you. Still, your hands shook as you stood up, and your fingernails dug into your palms as you curled your fingers into fists. 

 You felt pathetic. You felt pathetic and useless and weak and silly, and you really didn’t want to go running to him the moment something upset you. But your feet carried you anyway - away from the Class B dorm building and toward that of Class A. You received no strange looks when you slipped inside, not a single person questioning as you moved through the common room and then up into the elevator. Midoriya even smiled at you when you stepped out onto Hitoshi’s floor and you managed a weak grimace in return. 

 It hurt to know you felt so comfortable in a place that wasn’t yours. And yet your pain dulled just a little when you knocked at Hitoshi’s door and he opened it immediately.

 Sleepy, violet eyes surveyed you for a long moment before Hitoshi blinked, looking slightly confused. “Muffin?” 

 You wrung your hands together, fingers knotting up. Honestly, you had no clue what you were doing here. And still, his voice soothed you so much, even just one single word. Your eyes stung. 

 “U-um, hi Hitoshi.”

 Hitoshi had been sleeping. You could see it in the creases around his eyes and his messy hair, and the way he was squinting in the bright light of the hallway. Still, there was an alertness in his expression as he peered down at you, a slight down tilt in the corner of his mouth. He wasn’t easy to read himself but he could read others like a novel and you knew he’d figured you out immediately. 

 “What’s wrong?” he asked and his voice was tense. 

 But you couldn’t put it into words as the back of your eyes continued to burn. And so instead you shook your head and blinked hard. Then you asked, “Can I come in?”

 He stepped back to let you into his room immediately and you were welcomed once again by the warmth and comfort of his space. Hitoshi’s bedroom always smelled like lavender and rich coffee - it was familiar to you, a mix of scents that made you think of happy, calm places. And it calmed you now, just a little, although your anxiety remained, sitting in the base of your stomach like some kind of sticky, perverse marshmallow. 

 You heard Hitoshi close the door behind you, although you didn’t turn around to look. Then his footsteps moved up behind you, socked feet quiet on the carpet, and your skin prickled. 

 “Muffin,” he spoke again when he was standing right behind you. “Did something happen?”

 Still, you shook your head because you didn’t know how to tell him. Not at all. 

 “Hey,” Hitoshi said and his voice was clear now, more awake. More questioning. He tugged at the back of your shirt lightly. “Y/N, please. What’s going on?” 

 You couldn’t tell him. Because if you did, he would have to think about his answer. And if he had to think about his answer then he would realise he had no good answer. And once he realised that, that would be the end. And he’d leave. Because Kinoko and Pony were right and it didn’t make sense that you were with him. Not while he excelled in Class A, pushing the top 5 with the likes of Bakugou and Todoroki and Midoriya. It didn’t make sense and -  

 “Hey!” 

 A hand touched your shoulder and you jumped, violently. Without thinking you spun to face Hitoshi, only to meet his gaze and see that his eyes were wide with curiosity and concern. A tear dripped down your cheek. 

 Hitoshi’s face darkened immediately and he stepped forward, hands reaching for you. They settled on your upper arms, palms calloused and comforting. And you wanted nothing more than to burrow into them, let yourself be held. But instead you pulled away.

 “It’s nothing,” you mumbled before he could speak. Stepping back, you shook your head. “Really, I’m fine. I just -” 

 But Hitoshi shook his head. “You’re obviously upset. So stop screwing around.” When you met his eyes again, they were dark and heated. “You can talk to me, Muffin. Please talk to me.” 

 But you couldn’t really talk to him. Not like this. So, instead, you asked him a question. 

 “Why are you doing this, Hitoshi?”

 He looked genuinely taken aback, staring at you with wide, violet eyes. “What do you mean?”

 “I mean,” you mumbled as another tear ran down your cheek. “Why are you putting yourself through this? Being with me? You could do so much better.” 

 Hitoshi stared at you, silent, for a long time. You tried to stare back however the longer you looked the more the pain grew. It was a deep ache in your chest which worsened with each second you had to look at him. Because he was so perfect, so kind, so smart, so powerful.

 And you were just… well, just you. It really didn’t seem fair at all.

 When Hitoshi spoke again, his voice was low and harsh.

 “What the hell are you even saying, Y/N.”

 You choked and dropped his gaze. He was too kind, too selfless to even see it, you realised. The disparity between you two… he’d never acknowledged it because he was just like that.

 But you saw it. You’d seen it since the beginning and like an idiot, you’d tried to ignore it. You realised now you’d been kidding yourself – it was so obvious that you and him weren’t supposed to happen. You would only ever hold him back and -

 Your thoughts drew up short when you felt warm hands one either side of your face, cradling your head gently. When you looked up again you realised Hitoshi had stepped closer, the toes of his socked feet almost meeting yours. He was staring down at you with so much concern it was almost daunting, his violet eyes wide and worried and… sad?

 “Muffin,” he said and this time his own voice sounded… choked. “Please… what’re you saying?”

 “I…” you mumbled as tears began to bead on your lower lash line. “I just… Why do you do this, Hitoshi?”

 “Do what?” he asked. “Be with you? Muffin, I-“

 But you cut him off, shaking your head as best you could while he still held it. “You don’t see it but… but everyone else does. It doesn’t make sense, Hitoshi, why’re you… you and I, we don’t… we don’t make sense.”

 The answer was staring you right in the face. There was one thing you could do and that was to set him free. And while it would hurt you, it would be better for him in the long run. You opened your mouth, gathering your wits as much as you could as you prepared to say it.

And then you were stopped completely by the feel of a pair of soft, gentle lips pressing right up against yours.

 When Hitoshi pulled back you were startled to realise there were tears in his own eyes. You stared at each other for a long moment, you too shocked to speak while Hitoshi’s gaze darkened. His eyes, while glistening, were hard and you were aware of the grip of his hands growing more solid on the sides of you face.

 “Don’t you dare say what I think you’re going to say,” he mumbled then and his voice was so cold it shocked you. “Don’t.”

 “But-?” you started but Hitoshi kissed you again, silencing you. When he pulled back, he glared at you heatedly.

 “I know what you’re trying to do,” he hissed. “And it’s not happening. You don’t get to degrade yourself like that.”

 “But I-“

 “No!” He shook his head and you realised suddenly that he sounded desperate. “That’s not fair, Y/N. It’s not. You don’t get to… put yourself down like that, not for me.” A long sigh slipped from his lips and then his head was tipping forward. You blinked as his forehead pressed into yours.

 “Please, Muffin, tell me where all this is coming from? Did someone say something or…?”

 Something inside you snapped and then the tears fell in earnest. Your hands came up to cling to his shirt, holding him against you as you sank into his warmth.

 “Some of the girls in my class…” you admitted eventually. “They were just… they’ve never liked me and they were talking about it again in the common room. I… couldn’t ignore it.”

 “Muffin,” Hitoshi breathed and his voice was so sad it sent a pang through your chest.

 “They said,” you continued, voice thick and shaky. “That I’m not good enough, that we don’t make sense and… they’re right. You’re too-“

 But then he kissed you for a third time and cut you off yet again. This kiss was longer, deeper and you could feel the tremble in his lips beneath yours. Still, his grip on you remained firm and you could feel a familiar assuredness in the way his mouth caressed yours. Tendering you let your mouth move just a little with his.

When he pulled back, both of you were gasping for air. Gently, Hitoshi laid his forehead back against yours, staring deep into your eyes with an earnest expression.

 “Muffin,” he started, voice low and slow. “You don’t see it but… you’re everything to me. Everything. I’ve never been good with people but you… you just… I didn’t think it was possible for someone to understand me like you do. And I know it’s hard sometimes to see anything other than your own faults, I know. But I’m begging you… listen when I say you’re perfect. Perfect for me.”

 He was telling the truth, you could tell. His words were honest and raw and heart-breaking, and yet you still struggled to process what he was saying. The doubt was ingrained in you, sewn from years of comments whispered behind other people’s hands and even as he stared you dead in the eye, you could feel a million ‘but…’s rising up in your mind.

 Hitoshi seemed to understand this too because he leaned forward and kissed you again. When he broke away, he raised his head to press his lips to your hairline.

 “Please, Muffin,” he murmured into your skin. “You trust me, right?”

 “I do,” you whispered back.

 “Then trust what I say,” Hitoshi pleaded. “I love you. I love you, more than anything. You and only you, and I don’t want anything else. Okay?”

 When you didn’t reply he gently held your jaw and tilted your head up to look into your eyes. “Okay?” he repeated.

 Finally you nodded.

 Because maybe he was right. Maybe he was right.

 Your hand ran up to the back of his head and then, finally, you were the one to pull him down to meet your lips. The moment was warm and soft, and tasted like coming home. Even through your tears you could feel him, warm and familiar, as his entire presence melded with yours, pressing against you, his warmth and his love. It was almost overwhelming and yet you continued to drink it in because you craved it. You craved it so much even if it made you cry. 

 “I love you,” Hitoshi whispered through the kiss and you thought maybe his voice sounded a little thicker than usual. “I love you so much, Muffin, and you don’t even know it.”

 You squeezed your eyes shut and kissed him harder in response. You could feel his hands on your hips, fingers pressed right into your skin, and while it was intimate, it didn’t deter you like it usually did. He loves me,  you thought over and over again to yourself as you wound your fingers in his hair. He loves me. And I love him. And you did - more than anything. 

 Eventually, Hitoshi pulled away from you with a gasp. You kept your eyes closed but let your forehead rest against his shoulder as his thumbs ran back and forth over the apples of your cheeks. 

 “Muffin.” His voice was soft when he spoke again. “Please… if you ever feel like this again, come talk to me. Don’t try and … end things. I can’t… I don’t want to...” 

 And you couldn’t stop the smile that crawled onto your face as he struggled with his words because you understood the connotations behind them. And you understood him. And so instead of answering, you opened your eyes and held his gaze for a long moment before sliding your hand around the back of his head and pulling him down into another deep kiss. 

 Hitoshi groaned as your lips met, long and low, and you sighed against him. His tongue slipped out as his hands continued to rub up and down your sides, and then you felt it probing at the seam of your lips. Your jaw slacked just a little and you kissed him deeper, tasting his tongue properly for the first time that evening. Hitoshi smiled just slightly against you. 

 Something sparked up in the base of your stomach, the same something you’d felt when you realised his hands on you didn’t scare you. It intrigued you, invited you, and so you let it grow, let it ignite properly as you pulled your boyfriend even closer and kissed him deeper. His hair slid between your fingers, thick and soft, and you felt a groan rumble deep in his chest when you pulled at it lightly. 

 “Muffin,” Hitoshi murmured as he pulled himself away from your lips. “Don’t… if you don’t want to go any further, then I think we should… I think we should stop.” 

 Your eyes blinked open and you gave him a long look, your gaze calculating. Then you said, “What if … I do want to go further?”

 Hitoshi’s eyes snapped to yours and for one of the first times in your years of knowing him he looked truly shocked. Understandably so, if you were honest with yourself. You’d never expressed an interest in getting more intimate with your boyfriend, purely on the basis that you were scared. But now… 

 But now as you stared deep into his eyes and realised that he really truly loved you and wanted you - only you - you realised that you wanted him just as much. All of him, as long as he would give it to you. 

 “Are you sure?” Hitoshi asked cautiously. One of his hands rubbed up and down your arm comfortingly as he soothed not only your nerves but his own. “I mean, that doesn’t have to happen yet. Or ever, if you don’t want it. I don’t want to pressure you…”

 You almost laughed because the last thing Hitoshi had ever done, since you’d first met him back at the first year sports festival, was pressure you into anything. 

 “I promise,” you whispered to him and it was barely a breath between you and him. “I love you.” 

 He kissed you again, light and sweet this time. His lips caressed yours with so much love and tenderness that your own hands fisted in his sweater as a wave of emotion passed through you. Tears pricked in your eyes again, only this time they weren’t tears of despair. They weren’t really… tears of anything if you thought about it - just the product of feeling surrounded, so completely smothered in the love that you hadn’t let yourself feel before. 

 Even so, Hitoshi noticed and his hands slid up to cup your cheeks again. When your lips disconnected from his he leaned up slightly to kiss the tip of your nose, and then your forehead. And you couldn’t help your smile at the feeling as you pressed closer against him, so warm and cosy and comfortable as you were. 

 “If you promise you’re sure,” Hitoshi murmured into your hairline. Then he pulled back to look you in your eyes again. “But tonight, it’s all going to be about you.” 

 You blinked, eyebrow furrowing for a moment in confusion. “Me? But don’t you-?”

 But he cut you off with a brush of his thumb across your bottom lip. “It’s okay. I don’t want anything other than to make you feel better right now so… just let me take care of you, okay?”

 You paused, staring at him. But he was sincere and his eyes told you so. And so, eventually, you allowed yourself to nod. For the first time, a spike of nerves burst through your lower abdomen. 

 Hitoshi nodded at your confirmation. His hands slid to your hips and then he turned your body slowly, so your back was to the thick, dark grey bedsheets of his bed. “Okay, muffin. And remember, we can stop at any time. If ever you don’t like something or you feel uncomfortable, just tell me. You’re in complete control here, understood?” 

 When all you could do was nod again, Hitoshi stroked a thumb over the divot of your hip bone. “Come on, Muffin,” he said in a low voice that rumbled all around you like thunder. “I want you to say it. You’re in control.” 

 You could have died on the spot from the look in his eyes alone - piercing and passionate and so full of love and lust that it was almost suffocating. Yet, somehow, you managed to find the words buried deep in your throat to repeat what he’d said back at him. 

 “I’m in control.”

 The corner of Hitoshi’s mouth flicked upward. “Good girl,” he whispered and then applied the tiniest bit of pressure to your hips - not enough to knock you off your feel completely but enough to get you to step back, to feel the bump of his mattress against the back of your knees. “Now lie back for me, angel.”

You did as he asked and flopped backwards onto the bed. It was a lot less graceful than you would have liked and yet you felt no embarrassment even while under Hitoshi’s piercing gaze as you shuffled back a little to lie back properly.

 Immediately you were surrounded by the smell of Hitoshi. His bed sheets were warm and soft against your back, and so, so comforting as they carried his ingrained scent. It seemed to heightened your senses further and you suddenly felt engulfed completely by him, as if he’d become the very air you breathed. All of a sudden he himself felt too far away, the distance separating your body suddenly becoming unbearable, and you reached out a hand to him, trying to pull him down to join you on the bed.

 Hitoshi smirked at your neediness but didn’t resist. He lowered himself onto the bed with ease, his hips settled between your thighs as he balanced his upper half up on his arms on either side of your head. For a moment the pair of you just looked at each other, eyes wide and chests heaving. Then you reached up to run your fingers through his hair once again.

 “Hitoshi…” you mumbled out as you stared up at him. “You… you also want to do this, right?”

 That made him smile and he lowered himself further until his nose was brushing yours. “Muffin,” he murmured in a low voice that sent a rush of shivers down your spinal cord. “I’ve never wanted anything more.”

 “I’m glad,” you whispered breathily and your lips brushed against his.

 His kiss was long awaited and you were eager as your lips moulded with his. Hitoshi’s mouth was a little firmer than before, a little more concentrated, and you could barely focus on the way his thumb was rubbing patterns into your hip bones with the way his mouth was moving against yours.

 One of your hands slipped around his neck, holding him to you, while the other ran flat palmed down the curve of his spine. He felt so warm against you, even more so when your fingers reached the hem of his t-shirt and slipped beneath it so your palm was pressed against the base of his spine. Hitoshi himself shivered at the feeling and then his teeth sank into your bottom lip – not hard but enough for your mouth to open in a gasp. Hitoshi smiled just a little.

 “My love,” he breathed into your mouth as his grip on your hips tightened just a little. “I adore you.”

 You blushed, more than you probably should have, and pulled back from his lips to hide your face in the crook of his neck. “Hush,” you mumbled, embarrassed, and Hitoshi laughed in earnest.

 “I told you, muffin,” he said, smiling. “I’m going to spoil you tonight. As long as you’ll let me.”

 “Of course I’ll let you,” you whispered and kissed him again. And this time you were the one to edge apart his lips and slip your tongue forward to tangle with his. Hitoshi groaned aloud. Then he pulled back to frown at you.

 “Stop distracting me.”

 “I’m not distracting you,” you mumbled back to him. “You’re just… getting distracted.”

 One dark eyebrow quirked and then Hitoshi snorted. “That sounds like you’re distracting me, muffin.”

 You blushed and looked away. “Whatever, that’s beside the point. Now, aren’t you gonna fuck me, Hitoshi?”

 The eyebrow went up higher and then Hitoshi leaned close to you, until his lips were right up against the shell of your ear. You couldn’t suppress your shiver as his breath sent tingles rushing across your skin.

 “Oh, my muffin. I’m going to make love to you. And love making is a process that requires patience.”

 You were sure your face must be on fire at that point, with how burning hot it was. Even so, you tried your best to roll your eyes. “How would you know? You’ve never done it.”

 Hitoshi didn’t answer and in truth he didn’t need to. The light kiss he pressed to your earlobe was more than enough to have you squirming, a small sigh falling from your  lips out of both pleasure and surprise.

 “Just relax, my angel,” he murmured as his hands rubbed up and down your side. Then they ducked beneath your shirt and dragged it upwards in a tediously slow gesture.

 You shut your eyes and held your breath as first your lower abdomen was exposed then the bottom of your ribs and then finally your chest. Obediently your arms came up and Hitoshi was able to pull off your t-shirt with ease, leaving you lying beneath him in just your comfortable black bra.

 For a moment Hitoshi stared down at the garment and you had a split second to wonder if he was going to react the way most boys did when they saw a bra for the first time. Then he pressed the tip of a long finger to the lacy bow that sat right between the two cups and the corner of his mouth tugged upwards again.

 “This is cute.”

 You rolled your eyes and flicked his hand away. “Stop being a perv.”

 “A perv?” Hitoshi asked then and while his tone was teasing, a rush ran up the length of your spine. “I’m being a perv?”

 “Yeah, you are,” you told him although it was weak and you could feel the anticipation building as you peered up at him through your lashes.

 Hitoshi stared down at you for a long moment, seemingly contemplating his next move. Then he smirked. “So, am I still a perv if I do this?”

 And then he leaned down and pressed a hot, deep kiss to the warm skin above the bra cup.

 Your jaw fell slack and your eyes closed as you felt him suck, just a little, on your burning skin. Then his tongue came out and eased over the bruise that was undoubtedly forming, running up and down in a gesture that would probably have been described as tender if it wasn’t so fucking lewd.

 You held back your moan but couldn’t stifle the gasp that jumped from your tongue when he fully detached his mouth with a slight pop! and raised his head to look you dead in the eye.

 “I’m still a perv now?”

 “Such a perv,” you mumbled, although the words were thick and tangled. “Do it again.”

 Hitoshi chuckled but obliged, this time leaning back to kiss the skin over your other breast. You were more prepared this time and let your head fall back properly, hands coming up to tangle in his hair as you allowed yourself to enjoy the sensations fully.

 You’d never been this connected to Hitoshi before. He wasn’t the most physical of people to begin with, focussing much more on the emotional side of your relationship before even considering the physical. And while you’d never minded, being content with all he was willing to give, his touch was heavenly and you could feel yourself growing addicted even as his fingers rubbed up and down your sides.

 “Hitoshi,” you whispered when he pulled away, leaving behind a decent side splodge of purple on your skin. “Please.. can you take off-?”

 He knew what you were asking before even you did and his eyes softened just slightly. “Of course, Muffin,” he said quietly as his hand slipped behind your back to find the strap of your bra. “Anything you want.” Then his lips met yours again, distracting you from the way his fingers fumbled with the clasp of your bra for just a few seconds.

 Once it was undone and the garment had fallen free around your chest, you allowed Hitoshi to pull it tendering off you. Your breathing was heavy as he slid the straps down your arms and then, when he turned to drop the thing onto the floor beside his bed, you couldn’t help but cross your arms across your chest, suddenly self-conscious.

 Hitoshi turned back to you, he swept a look across your curled form with furrowed eyebrows. “Hey,” he murmured, the arm that wasn’t propping himself up coming up so he could brush his hand across your cheek. “Muffin. Please don’t hide from me.”

 You peered back at him for a second, lips pursed. Then, slowly, you let your arms fall.

 Hitoshi sucked in a breath through his teeth as his eyes roved over your exposed chest and breasts for the first time. His hand cupped your face properly. “God, you… you’re so… Muffin, you don’t understand – you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.”

 You blushed furiously but forced yourself not to recoil. Instead you reached up to mimic the way Hitoshi was holding your face. “Hitoshi…”

 His deep violet eyes met yours and for the first time he looked like he was starting to lose his cool. “Can I…?”

 You nodded because he could. And Hitoshi let out a long groan, pupils dilating, before he dropped his head to kiss his way from the flat of your sternum right along to the border of your right nipple.

 A whimper fell from your lips when his mouth finally enclosed around it, tongue coming out to lap at the soft skin of your areola. His kiss was demanding, mouth firm against you, and it was all you could do to let your head fall back as your eyes rolled upward and your back arched as a kind of pleasure you’d never experienced before rushed through your limbs.

 “Hitoshi,” you moan as he nipped at the bud, just enough to have your body jumping. “Fuck.”

 “So perfect,” Hitoshi whispered into your skin. Then he raised his head. “You really are.”

 You shook your head as your fingers weaved into his soft hair. “Just…”

 And he understood as his head dipped to your other breast, kissing it, sucking at your skin while he massaged the other with his free hand.

 You whined at the sensations and, unintentionally, arched your back upwards. Your hips rolled against Hitoshi’s and then you started just slightly at the feel of a bulge growing in his sweats – a bulge that rubbed right up against your clothed heat. A rush shot through your abdomen – of need, and love and lust.

 Hitoshi groaned lightly at the feeling, his eyelids fluttering a little. “Angel,” he mumbled against your skin before beginning to trail kisses back up and across your collarbone. “Your skin… your taste… it’s so sweet…”

 You felt breathless, overwhelmed but in the best way. Your head was clouding as his lips pressed so much love and adoration into you, and you wanted nothing but more of him. Slowly your hands slid along his shoulders until they reached the collar of his shirt.

 “Toshi,” you mumbled thickly. “Off… I wanna touch you too.”

 Hitoshi chuckled low and raised his head to do as you asked. He discarded his shirt with ease before settling back into place above you. His skin was warm and soft, and you were addicted as your hands slid back and forth over the plans of his back muscles.

 Hitoshi sighed as his muscles rippled under your touch. Then he leaned up to kiss you again, slow and deep, until you were gasping into his mouth.

 When he pulled back again, the corner of his mouth was tilted upwards into a self-satisfied smirk. “Tell me where you want me, Muffin,” he murmured into the space between you, and you shivered at the way you could feel the vibration of his words rumbling deep in his chest. Your arms snaked back around his neck and then you pulled him down so his forehead was resting against yours.

 “Please,” you whispered as your eyes slid closed. “Just… make me feel good, Hitoshi.”

 “Of course, my love,” he replied in a voice easy and soft, and then pressed a kiss to your cheek. “Anything.” And then he pulled back completely and sat up above you. For a moment his eyes passed across your body, taking in your form from the new angle. Then his hands smoothed down over your hips and hooked into the thick waistband of your sweatpants. You pursed your lips as he slowly pulled them down your legs, unable to stop the jump in your heartbeat at the look of pure adoration in his eyes.

 Once your sweats were gone, Hitoshi leaned down to trail a number of kisses over the top of your hip and then down to your thigh. You sucked in a short breath as his fingers brushed over the sensitive skin on the inside of your leg, tantalisingly close to the heat of your core. A throb of need rushed through your body.

 “You’re gorgeous,” Hitoshi murmured as he continued to kiss your skin, back up and over your lower belly. “Absolute perfection. My little muffin.”

 “Hitoshi,” you mumbled and there was a whine hidden in your words, a whine for him to go further. “Please.”

 “Patience,” he whispered as his lips brushed over the little lace bow in the centre of the band of your panties, the one that matched that on your bra. “Let me worship you.”

 So you did. You laid back and let him kiss you, all along your body and your skin until you felt like you were glowing, so lost in the haze of his love. His fingers were like butterflies against your skin, brushing over you with the lightest touch imaginable and then flittering away before you could get used to the feeling. It pulled whines from your lips, short sighs and soft mumbles of his name, and all the while Hitoshi’s lips were pulled upwards.

 Until, finally, his hand slid down, passing over the fabric of your panties until it reached the space between your legs. A single knuckles brushed up against your core over your panties, just the tiniest bit of pressure. And still, your body jerked, surprised and your back arched upwards just slightly.

 “Ah,” you choked when he did it again, eyes falling closed in ecstasy. “Please!”

 “As you wish,” he murmured back and then pressed his thumb right over your clothed clit.

 You sucked in a sharp breath, eyes jumping open in shock as heat flooded your body. It was just a touch, a single nudge against you, and yet you felt so sensitive and so needy. Your toes curled.

 “More!”

 Hitoshi chuckled at your indignation. “So needy,” he murmured as his thumb rolled, making the tiniest circle over your clit. Your hips jumped.

 “Please,” you choked out and Hitoshi’s smirk grew. “What did I tell you, angel?” he asked quietly before leaning up to kiss your hip bone. “This is about you.’ Then his fingers hooked into the band of your panties and tugged them down.

 You couldn’t help the soft moan that escaped you once your body was finally rid of the garment and you were lying bare in front of your boyfriend for the first time ever. You couldn’t lie – you’d always been nervous for this moment. Worried you couldn’t feel comfortable, worried he wouldn’t feel comfortable. But right then as you felt Hitoshi’s gaze slide up and down your bare skin for the first time, you were surprised by the fact that you felt no apprehension at all. Only excitement and happiness. And love.

 “Can I touch you, Muffin?” Hitoshi whispered as his eyes flickered up to meet yours for a moment. “Can I…?” and his voice was breathless. You bit down on your lips as you realised suddenly that he felt exactly the same way you did, that this was his first time too. A bloom of warmth flowered in the depths of your stomach.

 “Please,” you breathed in answer and your fingers fisted the bed sheets beneath you. “Touch me.”

 “Thank you, Muffin,” Hitoshi murmured as if you had granted him all the riches of the earth. “Thank you.” And then his hand slid back between your legs.

 You held your breath for a moment as he caressed your inner thigh, stroking and massaging the skin there before moving deeper. Then your throat hitched and you let out a low whine as his fingers, long and careful, slid up your slit for the first time.

 “Shit,” Hitoshi cursed under his breath as he stared wide eyed at the arousal now glistening on his fingers. “Angel…” And then he repeated the action, rubbing up along your pussy and then pressing at your clit.

 “Oh fuck,”  you hissed as your toes curled and your back arched higher as the feeling consumed you. It was like fire, a roaring heat that rushed from where Hitoshi’s fingers were rubbing you and yet somehow it was so subtle, so deep and ingrained that it had your eyes rolling right back into your head.

 Above you, Hitoshi was breathing hard. He continued to rub his fingers up and down between your labia, coating them in the slick that was seeping continuously from inside you now. Still his hand shook just a little and you didn’t miss the groan when he dipped the tip of his index finger right into your tight heat for the first time.

 “Don’t stop,” you murmured, watching your boyfriend from under hooded eyes. “Please… need you…”

 “Muffin,” Hitoshi choked back and his eyes looked just a little wild. “You’re so warm.”

 When his finger slid inside you properly for the first time, your head fell back and you slapped a hand over your mouth to stifle the gasp that threatened to escape. It was a pressure you weren’t used to – his fingers were so foreign and yet so perfect at the same time and you couldn’t help the unconscious roll your hips gave in an attempt to force more friction.

 Hitoshi, however, didn’t oblige. Instead he reached up with his free hand to gently grab your wrist and pull your hand away from your mouth.

 “I wanna hear you, angel,” he said softly as his hand guided yours to rest back against the soft bed sheets. You flushed as his fingers intertwined with yours, palm pressed flat against your own. “Don’t hold back, please Muffin.”

 “”Kay,” you mumbled back and tried to force yourself to relax again. Hitoshi smiled.

 “Atta girl.”

 And then his fingers started to move again, pushing deeper, breaching your walls further, until you couldn’t help it and you moaned aloud. The sound reverberated through the quiet warmth of Hitoshi’s bedroom and seemed to spur him on further as his pace picked up, and his fingertips dragged against your insides with more vigour. Your hips bucked against his hand, desperate for more.

 “Toshi,” you moaned and Hitoshi’s entire body seemed to shudder. In answer, his hand squeezed yours, a quite comforting pressure than pulled another sigh of pleasure from your chest.

 Your back was arching now, hips downturned as you wiggled to get as much of Hitoshi’s digits inside your wet cunt as you could. The feeling was heavenly, warm and heady and addicting, and you could feel it buzzing through your whole body. Hitoshi seemed to know exactly what you needed without even asking and plunged his fingers deeper. A squeak escaped you as they brushed up against the sweet spot inside of you.

 “Fuck!” you mumbled as you continued to rock against him. “Feels good, Toshi. Please, stop…I can’t…ah!”

 You moaned again when his thumb found your clit and began to circle it. Once, twice, three times, he rubbed before his finger dipped down to gather up some of your slick. Then his thumb returned and his massaged the small bud with slow, controlled rolls that had you squealing. Your thighs began to shake uncontrollably.

 “Holy shit!” you whimpered and your eyes shot open when you realised you could feel the tightening in your gut. “Holy… shit, keep going.”

 “You like that, angel?” Hitoshi murmured low, watching your every move. His fingers didn’t falter once. “Does it feel good?”

 “So good!” you moaned back in ecstasy as heat rushed up your limbs.

 “Are you getting close, Muffin?”

 You were, as you suddenly realised. It was somewhat of a shock to feel the oncoming rush of an orgasm, especially considering everything you’d ever been told about girls not climaxing their first time. But the tension in your lower abdomen was unmistakable and with each thrust of Hitoshi’s fingers you were being pushed closer and closer to your release.

 Your fingers tightened around Hitoshi’s as your grip on his hand clamped down. Unable to speak for the wave of pleasure, you nodded, eyes falling shut and head tilting back as your hips continued to roll into his hand. Hitoshi squeezed your hand back and if possible the movement of his fingers inside you became even more deliberate. You choked on air.

 “Cum of me, angel,” Hitoshi said then, in a voice that was syrupy smooth. “It’s okay, just let go.”

 You came with a jolt – the pleasure was like fire, rushing up your legs and into your abdomen, and your thighs clamped tight around Hitoshi’s hand as they shook. Your fingers gripped his so hard you were sure your knuckles were turning white and a long whine escaped you as, suddenly, his touches became too much.

 Hitoshi pulled his hand back when you reached your crest and instead pulled himself up to trail kisses along your neck and shoulder. “Good girl,” he whispered into your skin as your body shook beneath him, wracked with aftershocks. “That’s it. You did so well.”

 You whimpered as he sucked a hickey into the skin right below your ear and turned your head a little to press your nose into his hair. With your body feeling so overwhelmed, you hung onto the scent of him like a lifeline, using it to slowly draw yourself out of the pleasure filled haze of your orgasm and back down to earth.

 Once your body had finally relaxed back into the bedsheets, Hitoshi pulled back to look you in the eye. The cheeky spark that was glinting in the depths of his dark pupil was enough to make you flush and you looked away from him, hoping he wouldn’t notice the way your cheeks were suddenly burning.

 He did notice and it triggered a short laugh to tumble from his lips. “Don’t be embarrassed, Muffin.”

 “Then stop looking at me,” you mumbled, turning your face away from him further. He laughed harder.

 “Aw, Muffin. You’re so cute.”

 You raised your hand to cover your face, shaking your head. “Hitoshi,” you whined. “Stop teasing me. S’not nice.”

 “Aww, baby,” he chuckled out before leaning in to kiss the tip of your nose. “Alright, I’ll stop. But admit it, that felt good, right?”

 Bashfully, you nodded, nose scrunching just the tiniest bit. “It did feel good,” you admitted, cueing a grin from Hitoshi.

 “Told you I would take care of you,” He said and leaned down to press a short kiss to your lips. When he pulled back, however, his eyes were darker. “So… you want me to continue?”

 A rush of anticipation shot through your body as you stared up at him, as well as an undeniable throb through your core. Hitoshi seemed to sense it as his expression darkened further, eyes glittering in the dim light. However he didn’t move, didn’t even seem to breathe until slowly you nodded your head.

 A smirk broke over his face then and you gulped as the butterflies in your belly grew more frantic. “I’m glad,” he murmured, lips brushing right up against yours. “I like hearing you moan my name.”

 That sent your heart into a frenzy and immediately you were embarrassed again, hiding behind your hands. This time however, Hitoshi only laughed and kissed your forehead once before he began to shuffle back down your body.

 You couldn’t help the way your breathing deepened as he slipped lower, lips leaving a trail of fire between your breasts and then down your stomach right to the juncture between your legs. Then your eyes widened as he shouldered his way to lie flat on his stomach with his head hovering between your thighs. Heat rushed to your cheeks at the same time as excitement burning its way through your lungs and you forced yourself to relax as his slid an arm beneath each of your legs and guided them of his shoulders. His hand came to wrap around your thigh, sliding up and down its length for a moment as he gently kissed the soft skin of the inner side. You watched him with bated breath, entranced in the way his eyelids fell heavy and then slid shut as he seemed to bury himself in the feeling of the skin of your leg beneath his tongue.

 And then he opened his eyes and looked at you and you had to catch yourself before an involuntary moan slipped from your lips at just the purely lustful look swelling in his violet eyes.

 “Relax, gorgeous,” he murmured as his hand continued to rub up and down your thigh. “I’m going to make you feel the best you’ve ever felt.”

 You didn’t doubt it and so you let your head fall back and closed your eyes as his head descended on your core.

 The first lick of his warm, wet tongue along the outside of your sticky pussy made you see stars. He was so attentive, obviously having taken note of what exactly made you tick during the build-up to your previous orgasm and with only a few laps at your folds, you were dripping once again.

 “Oh fuck,” you sighed low as his tongue dipped past your labia for barely a second before sweeping up to run over your clit. “Holy shit… Hitoshi!”

 He hummed against you and the vibrations against the most sensitive parts of you had you utterly euphoric. One of your hands slid down to wind itself into his thick hair, holding his mouth against you as your hips rolled.

 Thankfully, it seemed he had no intentions of pulling away as his tongue only grew more eager. Your arousal was gushing now, thick and syrupy as it coated both your vulva and Hitoshi’s chin. He had no qualms, however, and instead continued to lap at your folds. His tongue probed you, dipping further and further inside to gather more of your honeyed slick and then Hitoshi actually moaned against you – a deep rumble in his chest which had your pussy clenching against your mouth and your fingers digging deeper into his hair.

 “Shit!”  you choked as his tongue flicked across your clit, causing sparks to explode in your lower belly. “Oh, god, Hitoshi!”

 “That’s it,” Hitoshi mumbled right into the heat of your cunt. “Moan for me, angel. Let me hear you...” Then he ran his tongue right up your slit once again and pulled a moan from right between your lips.

 The pleasure was blinding – more than anything you’d ever felt in your entire life. You felt completely vulnerable, like you were suspended over a chasm with only Hitoshi to hold on to. And yet, you didn’t mind, even as he worked you further and further, forcing you to climb the steep incline to your release once more.

 Meanwhile, Hitoshi himself was trembling as he slurped at your pussy. You could feel it through the hand buried in his hair, the way he pushed closer in an attempt to bury himself more completely between your legs. His hands holding your thighs had tightened, fingers digging divots into your flesh in a desperation that went straight to your head. Your eyes were rolling, eyelids fluttering as you rocked your hips into his mouth, any kind of embarrassment or self-consciousness evaporating from your body completely. Suddenly all you cared about was his tongue and the way it lashed against your clit, slowly eroding away your link to reality as your head floated higher and higher.

 You barely registered Hitoshi’s low mumblings that began to slip from his lips – light groans, sighs and the occasional roll of his deep voice saying something like “You taste so good, Muffin. Such a good girl.”

 You whined at his praise and then cried out as he caught your clit between his teeth. Your hips jumped and then all the muscles in your abdomen tensed as suddenly the pleasure thickened, burning through you. I’m gonna cum, you thought, shocked, and for a moment it really did seem like your body was reaching its climax once again.

 But then Hitoshi pulled back from your cunt and the feeling ebbed away, right as the wave crested. You almost sobbed with disappointment, having never once been denied something so completely, and Hitoshi smirked. His lips and chin glistened and you watched with wide eyes as he took a moment to run his tongue along the seam of his lower lip, smirking. Then he leaned down to kiss the inside of your thigh.

 “Not yet, angel. Not just yet.”

 “Hitoshi, please!” you begged as your leg kicked uncontrollably. “That’s not fair.”

 “Patience,” was all he said in reply and then layed another kiss on the skin of your thigh. “Be patient, my love.”

 You wanted to tell him that his patience could go fuck itself. But the words died on your lips as his knuckle stroked up your folds in one long, slow motion. Any thought evaporated from your mind and your head fell back as a whimper fell from your tongue.

 Hitoshi chuckled. His cheek rested against your inner thigh as he stared up at you with adoring eyes. “I’m going to drag this out,” he admitted eventually, fingers still stroking up and down your cunt as he spoke. “So that you feel it all, for as long as you possibly can. I told you I was gonna make you feel good, angel.”

 You could only whine, distracted as you were by the feeling of his hands on you. It was heavenly but it also wasn’t enough and you were tempted to just shoved his face right back to your pussy.

 Thankfully, Hitoshi picked up on your frustration and then slowly, tantalisingly, he lowered his head once again. His first kiss to your clit sent fireworks through your stomach.

 “Fuck, where did you even learn this?”  you found yourself mumbling as his tongue dipped within you again, teasing the warmth of your inner walls for just a moment. Hitoshi snorted against you.

 “I’ve done my research,” he murmured and suckled on your clit again. “I wanted this moment to be perfect for you.”

 Heat rushed through you at his admission and suddenly you were overwhelmed with love. Your fingers, still buried in his hand, tightened again. At the same time, your free hand slid down to grab at his which was still hooked around your thigh. Hitoshi allowed you to knot your fingers with his and then he squeezed gently at the same time as his tongue flicked out to run up and down your clit.

 Your muscles tensed again as the pleasure began to rush to it’s peak. You squeezed your eyes shut, waiting for Hitoshi to pull away again. However, this time, he remained as he was, lapping at your cunt and pushing you on to your climax. Your chest tightened as your thighs began to shake and then, through the haze, you felt Hitoshi squeeze your hand again.

 “Be a good girl,” he whispered suddenly, breath hot against your wet folds. “and cum for me, angel.”

 It wasn’t like you could say no to him.

 Your climax hit you like a stone wall, knocking the breath clean of your lungs. You choked on your own moan, legs thrashing as the wave of euphoria overwhelmed your entire being. Hitoshi pulled away just as you hit your peak, leaving your cunt to gush around nothing, however you could feel his fingers still curled with yours, squeezing reassuringly.

 It took you longer than before to recover from your orgasm. Aftershocks wracked your body and you almost didn’t notice when Hitoshi detangled himself from your legs and hauled his body up so he was above you again, weight balanced on his elbows. Gently, he leaned down to press a long kiss to your shaky lips.

 “Good?”

 You couldn’t form words, so you just nodded. Hitoshi smiled.

 “I’m glad,” he murmured, his voice barely a purr. “All for you, my love.”

 Your hands slid up, arms winding around his neck as you pulled him down to kiss him again, Despite the way your body continued to shake and your legs felt weak and your mind swam, you still wanted him. Completely, totally, as much as you could get, you wanted. And so as your lips slid over his in a sloppy kiss, you let your hands wander.

 Hitoshi himself shivered as your fingers trailed first down his back and then over his lower abdomen. Neither of you could deny the tent in his dark sweats anymore, a sharp reminder that Hitoshi wasn’t completely unaffected by everything that had gone on. And with your body freshly satisfied, you were suddenly filled with the need to make ˆ feel as good as he’d made you.

 Gingerly, your fingers hooked in the waistband on Hitoshi’s sweats. When he didn’t protest, you began to tug them, and his boxers, down his long toned legs.

 When you couldn’t reach anymore, Hitoshi pulled back from your lips. After a slight scuffle, he managed to wiggle the rest of the way out of his clothes and then, when he settled himself back between your tired thighs, you sucked in a sharp breath.

 He was pressed so close up against you that you could feel the warmth of him on the slippery skin between your legs. For a moment you wondered if you should return the favour, however even as your hand began to move, Hitoshi grabbed your wrist. His eyes were dark when you met his gaze.

 “What did I say earlier?” he asked as his huge hand enveloped you completely. “About touching me?”

 You stared back at him with wide eyes, mind struggling to compute his question. For a moment you had no answer and then a memory resurfaced, his low voice rumbling through your mind. Slowly, you licked your lips.

 “You said no touching because this is about me.”

 Hitoshi smiled. “Good girl,”  he murmured, and then his hand was moving, guiding yours away from his cock once again. “And that means you get to just lie back and enjoy yourself. Okay?”

 “O-okay” you stuttered back, completely entranced by his rumbling voice. For a moment you wondered if he was using his quirk on you but then you remembered that you were still completely aware of everything else around you – no, there was no quirk involved in the sheer control he had over you at that moment. And you loved it.

 Still, you whined when he pulled away from you, even just slightly. Your hands shot out immediately, wrapping around his neck to stop him from leaving. It made Hitoshi smirk.

 “Relax, kitten,” he said lowly as he slipped a hand between your bodies. “I’m not going anywhere.” Then he paused, hand coming to rest against the skin of your hip. ”You’re… still on birth control, right?”

 You nodded hurriedly and then said a silent thank you to your dermatologist for putting you on it for your skin. Hitoshi nodded slowly.

 “Good.”

 Then he leaned down to kiss you again, soft and slow. You sighed against him as his tongue moved with yours lazily, warmth filling your chest. Then your body jerked in surprise when you felt the first poke of his cock against the folds of your pussy.

 Pulling back from the kiss, you glanced down to see that Hitoshi had lined himself up completely and was hovering, supported only by one arm, as he waited for you to give the go ahead. A spike of anticipation shot through you as you realised that this part probably wouldn’t feel so great.

 Hitoshi seemed to read your mind and so his forehead dropped forward to press against yours. “Remember, Muffin,” he told you, “This is about you. You’re in control. So just say the word, and it all stops. Understood?”

 You nodded briefly, heart racing, Hitoshi leaned forward to kiss the corner of your mouth before using his free hand to gently cup the side of your head. “Say it,” he murmured low. “I need you to understand, kitten.”

 “I understand,” you whispered back to him as your breathing slowed just a little. “You can... you can go now.”

 “Okay.” He nodded once and pressed a final kiss to your forehead. “I’m sorry, it’ll probably hurt, Muffin.”

 And then he began to press forward, his length breaching your inner wall for the first time ever and your head fell back. Only this time, it wasn’t from pleasure.

 It burned. More than you’d expected. You’d heard stories about things hurting the first time but you’d brushed most of them off, figuring it couldn’t be too bad. Unfortunately, it really was too bad.

 Biting back a whimper, you gripped onto Hitoshi as tightly as you could. Burying your nose in the juncture of his shoulder, you squeezed your eyes tight shut and tried to imagine happy things, even as your lower half felt like it was on fire.

 As if in answer, Hitoshi’s arms tightened around you too. “I’m sorry, Kitten,” he whispered into your temple as his hips continued to press slowly but steadily forward. “Do you want me to stop?”

 Hastily you shook your head. “It’s okay,” you echoed into the warmth of his collarbone. “I can handle it.” And you could – even despite the unfamiliar stretch and the burning, you were wet. And it helped, a whole lot. The further in he got, the less intense the burning, until finally, finally, he was fully sheathed inside you. You let out a breath that you didn’t realise you had been holding.

 Quickly, Hitoshi kissed your forehead and then your cheeks. “You sure you’re okay?” he mumbled to you.

 You only nodded in reply, too overwhelmed to speak. And it was in that moment that you took time to look at your boyfriend properly and realised that… he was shaking.

 Tentatively, your fingers skimming up the length of his bicep on which he was holding himself. It trembled beneath your fingers and your eyes flickered up to meet Hitoshi’s in concern.

 “Toshi… are you okay?”

 You visibly saw him gulp, his Adam’s apple bobbing once before he managed a short nod. “I’m fine,” he promised, although his voice was strained. “Really. It’s just… fuck, you feel so good around me, kitten.”

 You blinked surprised. Then heat rushed to your cheeks as you remembered he was actually inside you right now. For a moment you lay still, blood pounding in your veins. Then, experimentally, you shifted your hips, giving them the slightest roll upwards.

 The shiver that ran down Hitoshi’s spine was pronounced and obvious. His head dropped forward, lips pressing into the skin of your shoulder and he let out a shaky breath.

 “Fuck, kitten, stay still. I can’t…”

 “It’s okay,” you murmured as your hand trailed up the back of his neck to stroke gently through his messy hair. “You can move.”

 He made a noise that sounded almost like a moan and then lifted his head to look you in the eyes. “You’re sure?”

 You nodded and bit your lip. Then you leaned up to gently kiss along his jaw, fingers remaining tangled in his hair. When your mouth reached his ear, you nipped gently at his earlobe. “Please.”

 Hitoshi groaned low. Letting his head rest against your shoulder again, he nodded slowly and then pressed a light kiss to the skin of your neck. “Okay. But stop me if anything doesn’t feel right, okay?”

 You didn’t have time to affirm before his hips rolled, pulling back slowly and then pressing forward once again. A gasp jumped from your throat and instinctively you gripped onto him tighter. The pain was back, your body unaccustomed to the foreign movement and yet it wasn’t as bad as before, not in the slightest. Even with it, you could feel the trickles of pleasure beginning to run through you, the heat from earlier returning as for the first time, your cunt clenched around Hitoshi’s length.

 Your boyfriend let out a strangled whine at the feeling and instinctively rolled his hips faster. You yourself choked on air at the feeling, wide eyes staring up at the dark ceiling while your fingers scrabbled against Hitoshi.

 “Holy shit,” Hitoshi mumbled into your ear and he sounded thoroughly unravelled for the first time that night. “Muffin, you…fuck.”

 “Hitoshi…” you breathed back and then squeaked as the tip of his dick unexpectedly hit a spot inside you that had all air rushing from your lungs. A spike of pleasure stabbed through your lower abdomen and your thighs tightened on either side of Hitoshi’s body.

 The sloppy pace of Hitoshi’s hips was beginning to even out as he learned along with you. As he found a rhythm, the power of his hips began to increase and then, suddenly, he hit the sweet spot inside you again. And then again. You whined aloud, eyes slipping shut as the pleasure built, twisting in your gut and ripping the air from your system. Above you , Hitoshi moaned into your shoulder.

 “Love you,” he choked out then, between shallow breaths. “So much… Muffin.

 “Toshi,” you mumbled as your grip on him tightened. Your nails were starting to dig into the skin of his shoulders, probably leaving crescent shaped indents, and yet neither of you took any notice as Hitoshi’s pace continued to increase. His hand slipped down your body then, trailing along the burning skin of your stomach and then down to your hip. And then it reached your thigh and gripped it, pulling your leg up and over him to hook over the back of his own hip.

 You keened at the feeling of the new angle, somehow driving him even deeper. Your inner walls were clenching rhythmically now, timing perfectly with his thrusts and it had the both of you panting. Your toes curled and you felt the familiar building sensation begin to grow, the tug getting worse with each passing second.

 “Shit,” you mumbled out, the words tangling together as your brain fogged up. “M’close, Toshi. So close.”

 “Fuck,” he mumbled back and if possible, thrust even deeper. You bit the inside of your cheek as your head fell back, arms tightening around Hitoshi’s body as your muscles began to convulse. Your orgasm was so close you could almost taste it and yet for a long moment you hovered, right on its edge, in need of one final shove to get you there properly.

 Once again, Hitoshi’s seemed to read your mind. His hand that was on your thigh slipped between your bodies and then his thumb was pressing right up against your clit, rubbing a slow figure-eight onto the slippery numb.

 You came with a choked whine, fingers digging so hard into Hitoshi’s back you were sure it must have been painful. Ripples ran through your body, ripples of pure ecstasy and you could stop the way moans tumbled from your lips, low and rhythmic. It was more intense than both orgasms you’d experienced before, enough so that your vision blurred and you were sure you saw stars dancing behind your eyes. And still Hitoshi continued, finally, for the first time, focussing on his own release.

 He came shortly after you did, with a low moan into the juncture of your shoulder. You held him as the muscles along his back tensed, pressing his chest to yours as you drank in the feeling of him, his presence.

 It took a while for the both of you to calm down after that. The sweat was drying on your skin as you continued to lay beneath him, the room having gone quiet. And yet you didn’t want to move as your eyes drooped, completely content to drift on into a daze.

 Finally Hitoshi shifted. With a low groan, he pulled himself up and away from you, peeling his body from yours. Simultaneous whines left your lips and his when he pulled himself from your heat, cock softening in the cooler air of his bedroom. You grumbled as the warmth of his body disappeared, feeling uncomfortably empty. Even more so when he lifted himself from the bed completely and disappeared from your line of sight for a moment.

 Still you didn’t move, knees knocking together as your eyebrows furrowed in discomfort – already there was an ache in your muscles, an ache you knew you would feel even more the next morning. The tiredness was overwhelming and in a kind of semi-lucid delirium you thanked the universe for the fact that you and Hitoshi had chosen to fuck on a Saturday night, giving you the full day tomorrow to recover.

 Hitoshi himself chuckled low when he returned to the bed, a damp cloth dangling from his hand. “Aw, Muffin,” he mumbled as he settled himself back over you. “You look so cute.”

 You blushed but didn’t shy away when he leaned forward to press kisses along your cheekbones. His hands were warm on your body, and gentle, and you sighed in content and he got to work in cleaning you up. All the while he trailed kisses over your sore muscles, soothing them as best as he could and you suddenly felt completely overwhelmed with warmth. Once he was finished, you pulled him back on top of you, letting him settle comfortably with his head resting on your shoulder.

 There was a moment of silence as you both basked in each other’s company. Then Hitoshi pressed a light kiss to your collarbone. “So, do you feel better now, Muffin?”

 You turned your head towards his slightly, eyes still closed. Then you smiled. “A lot better.”

 “And you know that I love you… no matter what those other idiots think, right?”

 The warmth in your chest grew. “I know.”

 You felt his smile against your skin. One of his hands came up to cradle the side of your head, thumb stroking back and forth over the curve of your cheekbone. And then he leaned up, kissing your jaw lightly.

 “Say it for me, muffin.”

 “Say it?”

 “That you know I love you,” he murmured and your heart jumped in your chest. Despite all you’d just done, you suddenly felt closer to him than ever before. Your arms around his shoulder tightened just a little.

 “I know you love me, Hitoshi,” you whispered and your voice shook just a little because for the first time, you believed it.

 “Thank you,” Hitoshi whispered as his dark eyes slid shut. His lips brushed against your bare skin.

 “You’re what I want, kitten. Always. And I’m not gonna let you go until you tell me to, okay?”

 “Okay,” you whispered back and it was choked as your throat thickened. “I love you too, Hitoshi. And I’m not letting you go either.”

 “I’m glad,” he mumbled as his words sounded sleepy. The energy in the room was dimming, becoming thick and heavy, and you could feel sleep beginning to tug at the back of your own mind as you lay curled up with your boyfriend. In one final show of affection, you leaned down to press your lips to the top of his head in a slow kiss. Your eyes slid shut as you did so and you paused, breathing deeply as you took in the smell of him. Then you pulled back and settled back comfortably against his pillow.

 “Goodnight, Toshi.”

 “G’night, Muffin,” he murmured back as one of his hands found yours and squeezed. “You’re my everything.”

 Even as you drifted off, you smiled. The thought of being his everything and him being yours… you liked it.

 You liked it a lot.

[emmaelix]

Apocalypse AU Shinso x Fem! Reader

I DO NOT OWN MHA THE ANIME OR THE MANGA. NONE OF THESE CHARACTERS ARE MINE EXCEPT FOR Y/N. MEMES ARE NOT MINE. 

Full Title: Apocalypse: Hitoshi Shinso X Fem! Reader

Y/n: Your Name. Y/H/C: Your Hair Color. Y/E/C: Your Eye Color. Y/S/C: Your Skin Color

Ships in This Series (Probably): Shinso X Reader/ You, Mineta X Trash, Jirou x Denki, Todoroki x Momo, Deku x Uraraka, Kirishima X Mina

Your Quirk: Space. You can make certain objects hold a lot more than they're supposed to. Think Hermione Granger's purse.

Alright. This will hopefully be a series, not sure yet. This Apocalypse AU is kind of like the Hunger Games (I watched Mockingjay last night) but without a government. Aizawa, Shinsou, and Eri are present along with all of 1-A. (Excluding Mineta because he died, Kota because he's outside guarding them with birds, and Aoyama. Because he's the one who helped start the whole thing, sorry. ) Also please note I will spell names like Jirou, Bakugou, and Shinsou as Jiro, Bakugo, and Shinso sometimes. I sometimes forget, and just wanted to let you know.

It was dark, and Y/n couldn't see her own two feet in front of her. Each noise set her on edge, making her do double takes at almost every corner. Her best friends, Mina, Momo, and Jirou stood beside her as they stopped at their bunker.

"Home sweet bunker," Y/n said sarcastically as she typed in the code to open the massive steel door. As soon as they stepped into the bunker they were assaulted by the smell of old food, clothes, and Iida's air fresheners.

"How have these air fresheners not died yet? This bunker is practically filled to the brim with teenage sweat," Jirou remarked as she fanned the air in front of her nose.

Momo sighed as she tapped one of her creations, opening a door to an elevator in front of them. "I just wish we could stay outside for a few days."

As the elevator slowly gained momentum Mina turned around slightly. "You know we can't do that, Momo. The second we set foot outside we're targets. The LOV would find us in an instant if we were all together."

"I know, but there are probably ways around that. We go on scouting in groups of three or four, why not camp that way too?"

Before anyone could respond the elevator jerked to a stop. The doors opened, revealing the common floor of the bunker. It was surprisingly well furnished, thanks to Y/n's quirk, which allowed them to carry enough of their things out of UA to live in semi-comfort.

Walking out the girls were stopped at the De-Con unit, a place to go into to remove any bugs - living or robotic - from your body before going any further in the bunker.

Once clear the doors opened to let them into the common area.

On one side of the room was a kitchen and dining area, made to cook for about forty people at a time, and manned by Lunch Rush. Another thing about Y/n's quirk was that anything stored in something with her quirk on it wouldn't deteriorate from the state it was in when placed in the bag. Meaning they could keep food for as long as necessary.

Shota Aizawa, their former teacher, and practically their guardian angel was sitting on a couch on the other side of the room.

"Mr. Aizawa! How are things down here?"

Shota looked up from the magazine he was reading to see the girls walking up to him. "Not much, Hitoshi and I just finished a routine check on the valves and everything seems to be in order."

Y/n nodded. "Where is Hitoshi?"

Mina, Jirou, and Momo all smiled knowingly. "What? I just want to know where my b- friend is. My friend. Because he is a friend," Y/n said, lying through her teeth. And not very well, either.

The thing was, Shinso wasn't just Y/n's friend. They were also dating, but secretly. Why? I dunno, really, and they're about as good at hiding it as Monica and Chandler. (They have not, however, thrown a friend under the bus. Yet.)

Aizawa nodded, clearly not convinced.

"But really, where is everyone?" Mina asked, her eyes searching for anyone other than Lunch Rush and Aizawa.

"They're playing with Eri," Aizawa said, going back to reading his parenting magazine. "They're in the other living room. Downstairs in the dorms."

A loud explosion sounded from downstairs. "It seems Bakugo may have just lost Monopoly."

The girls looked at each other before dashing to the elevator downstairs.

When they got there Bakugo was seething, Deku was cowering behind a pillow, Denki, Sero, Shoji, and Kirishima were all trying to pull Bakugo away, Todoroki and Uraraka were trying to calm down Deku, and Iida was standing in the middle of all the chaos.

"Bakugo! Stop this. You are not following safety precautions!" Iida yelled, waving his hands like a robot.

Shinso and Eri were sitting on the floor to the side and Shinso stood up when he noticed Y/n. Eri smiled, stood, and ran over.

"Y/n/n!" Y/n's heart melted as she picked the seven-year-old girl up, patting her head and resting her on one side of her body. Shinso also walked over, side hugging Y/n and waving to Mina, Jirou, and Momo. They all cooed.

"You're just in time. Bakugo won't talk to me so I can't use my quirk on him and they've been like this for twenty minutes."

Another - this time visible - explosion reverberated throughout the walls of the bunker.

Mina, Jirou, and Y/n nodded. "We've got this. Momo, you go help Todoroki and Uraraka," Y/n said, putting Eri down and walking with Jiro and Mina to where Bakugo was.

"Oi! Bakugo! Shut up and stop sulking!" Y/n yelled as Mina and Jirou each grabbed one of Bakugo's arms. Kirishima, Denki, Shoji, and Sero all let go. Denki and Kirishima both smiled at their girlfriends.

Y/n opened one of her never-ending bags and shoved Bakugo in it, yelling down into it, "You can come out when you're finished having a tantrum!"

The bag she'd thrown him in had been affectionately named "Beast Tamer" for its ability to calm Bakugo down. It had a couch, All Might posters, Dynamight merch, and a kitchen stocked with some of Bakugo's favorite recipes and foods. Even though it held all that it was about the size of Eri's head.

"Maybe we stop playing-" Before Mina could finish an alarm began to blare.

"RED ALERT! RED ALERT! THIS IS NOT A DRILL. RED ALERT E.A.C. HAS BEEN SANCTIONED BY SHOTA AIZAWA RESIDENT TWO. ENEMIES ABOVE COMPOUND! ENEMIES ABOVE COMPOUND!"

"E.A.C., we've gotta move!" Shinso said, grabbing Eri and putting her on his shoulders as he ran. The rest of them ran towards the two elevators on floor two that would take them back up to the common floor, grabbing their gear from their rooms as they went.

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And chapter one is finished! I think I'm gonna like this series.

[ryvgvji]

you sing WAP

this was originally requested by @cloemcclain but my clumsy ass accidentally deleted the ask, so please forgive me <3. but here is you request (:

(apologizes for grammar errors.)

✰ Shouto Todoroki, Katsuki Bakugou, Denki Kaminari, Hitoshi Shinsou ✰

✰ their reactions to you singing alongside WAP ✰

Shouto Todoroki

‘spit in my mouth, look in my eyes, this pussy is wet, come take a dive’

you were home from work and was cleaning up the house

all day you’ve blasting music and doing chores

you were listening to the summer hit playlist on youtube when WAP came on

just then Todoroki was about to walk into the house

finally i get to go home and relax with y/n Shouto thought to himself. once he entered the front door, his ears were immediately filled with loud music. he looked around and saw the a video playing on the tv. it read W-A-P Cardi B ft. Megan Thee Stallion and there were two women with their tongues out on the picture. “y/n.” Shouto called out for you but no answer. taking his shoes off he walked deeper into the house towards the kitchen. that’s where he found you.

you were facing the sink washing up dirty dishes while humming to the song. Shouto watched you with interest as he leaned against the kitchen island with arms folded. you danced to the music moving your hips and bopping your head. “spit in my mouth, look in my eyes, this pussy is wet, come take a dive!” you sang as you twerked to the song. Todoroki watched in surprise as your ass moved with no effort. he nearly lost it when you throw it in a circle while holding onto the sink counter. drying your hands off, you turned around and was startled by Todoroki’s turn up. “Shouto! when did you get here?” he walked towards you. “long enough to see you do that. you think you could show me in the bedroom?” 

Katsuki Bakugou 

‘i wanna gag, i wanna choke, i want you to touch that little dangly dang that swing in the back of my throat’

you were taking a shower after a long day 

you always played music while you showered so you brought your phone along with you

while listening to your playlist, the song WAP started up

at the same time, Bakugou had called out for you but got no response

what is this idiot doing Bakugou muttered pissed about not receiving a reply from you. as he walked passed the bathroom he heard the shower running and music playing. so that’s where she is he smirked to himself. he put his bag down then slightly opened the door letting out some steam from the room. he entered the bathroom being sure to close the door behind him while trying not to make any noise. that was successful. he heard music playing from your phone through the room as you sang along. which to his attention is filled with many provocative words. 

Bakugou stripped from his work wardrobe with a light smile placed on his face as he could see your naked figure through the foggy shower door. just then you started to sing along to the song, “i wanna gag, i wanna choke, i want you touch that dangly dang that swing in the back of my throat!” Bakugou paused exteremly turned on now. is that what you really want? you really want him to do that to you? he just couldn’t wait any longer. he slid open the door causing you to jump in the process. “Bakugou what are you doing?!” you tried to shield your body. he backed you up against the wall, his fingers wrapping around you neck while whispering, “is this what you want me to do to you idiot? choke you while i fuck you senseless?”

Kaminari Denki

‘if he fuck me and ask, “whose is it?”, when i ride the dick, i’ma spell my name’

you were having a girls night with your former classmates from 1A

your boyfriend Kaminari was also having a dudes night with his former class mates and hero partners

you and all the girls were dancing to music when WAP came on

all the boys came down from playing games when they saw all of y’all but you caught their eyes

“ay! y/n this is your song!! come on girl.” Mina encouraged you. you smiled at her getting up and dancing with her. the rest of the girls got up and danced along with you. “yeah y/n!!” they all cheered in sync. just then all the boys came down from Denki’s gaming room peeking into living room that the girls were in. they heard loud music and saw the girls dancing. then they saw you. twerking.

“if he fuck me and ask, “whose is it?”, when i ride the dick, i’ma spell my name!” you sung while shaking your ass. Mina and Jirou pretending to throw money on you. you bend over and twerked making your ass wiggle, bouncing off each other. the boys pushed Kaminari into the room as they filled in behind. he went behind you and grind his hips into yours, catching what ever you were throwing back. you looked back at him to see him smirking. “don’t stop now hottie.”

Shinsou Hitoshi

‘i’m talking WAP, WAP, WAP, that’s some wet ass pussy’

you were chilling resting your body

Shinsou was in the shower and you were in the room on the bed listening to music

the song WAP started to play through your headphones

you grooved along to the song while Shinsou walked into the room

you didn’t see Shinsou walk in the room as you laid on the bed. you were too caught up in the song to even notice. with your eyes closed, you moved your body to the music. “kitty?” Shinsou called your name confused by your actions. his hands extended to tap you but you moved away doing a different dance. he just watched you instead in curiosity.

“WAP, WAP, WAP, that’s some wet ass pussy!” you sang the lyrics doing the dance as well. you ended in a split and opened your eyes. you saw your purple haired boyfriend standing in front of you with an amused look on his face. you quickly stood up and fix yourself, sitting back on the bed in embarrassment. sitting next to you on the bed he spoke. “why’d you stop? i wanna see that again.”

[candlelight27]

🎃BNHA Kinktober and Spooktober drabble requests!🎃

I have like 7 Halloween themed fanfics planned but I'm slow at writing full length fics. Therefore, to celebrate this time of the year I want to write x reader drabble requests! The prompts, some rules and characters I write for are under the cut :) Feel free to take any prompt you like for yourself (and tag me if you want me to read it lol especially if it's Shinsou)

NSFW +18

KINKTOBER prompts (all the drabbles containing this will obviously be NSFW)

Shower sex

Car sex

Praise kink

Breeding kink

Tentacles

Body swap

Double penetration in two holes

Anal sex

Fingering

Spanking

Choking

Semi public sex

Piercings

Lingerie

Body worship

Face sitting

Massage

Hate sex

Mirror sex

Cockwarming

Foodplay

Sex pollen

vouyerism

Masturbation

Sex toys

Thigh riding

Sixty-nine

Begging

Orgy

Corruption kink

Phone sex

Sexting

Squirting

Cosplay/costume

Skinny dipping

Aftercare

SPOOKTOBER prompts (can be SFW or NSFW)

The Witcher AU

Witches/wizards

Vampires

Werewolves

A spell/curse

Haunted house

Graveyard

Black cat

Ghost/spirit

Halloween party

Demon

Black plague doctor

Mermaid/merman

Scary movie night

Deity/mythical

Scary movie (i.e.: corpse bride)

All characters involved in NSFW and pairings will be aged up. No minors wanted here. The pairing will be x reader (when writing nsfw i usually write afab reader so specify otherwise pls). I'm not comfortable with yandere and such so please refrain from requesting that. I guess otherwise you're good to go. Can't guarantee I'll write your request because I'm human and I write for fun, but if I get any at all I'll try writing as many of them as possible. Lastly, the more details on your request, the better!

Characters I write for (NSFW): Shinsou, Hawks, Aizawa, Fat Gum, All Might, Bakugou, Kirishima, Mirio, Amajiki, Shoto Todoroki, Endeavour (sorry), Dabi, Natsuo, Inasa, Overhaul, Shigaraki, Dabi, Ochako, Nejire, Toga, Nana, Jirou.

Okay, for fluff or just SFW stuff you're good to go with everyone in BNHA except Mineta I think.

Thank you for your attention! This is for fun, so if you have a good prompt that's different from the ones here or really want to read about a character not listed, try your luck (but don't hate me afterwards if I don't take it lol). All in all, happy October to everyone!

[putseraphinaonthaphone]

Groupchat Pt. II

Playlist

I'm not shy, I'll say it I've been picturing you naked I'm a little faded You look like a fuckin' paintin' Big doe eyes, amazin' She's everything I've been prayin' My heart palpitation She looks like the type to break it

Shinsou was laid up beside Bakugou as you danced on the blond, lost in the spell the weed and music wove around you. You could feel Bakugou's hardness grinding against your core. The filthy groans you dragged out of him boosted your confidence even though you worried for the state of your pussy by the end of the night going by the size of his erection.

You had to take him, and then three more cocks inside your pussy. You felt yourself throb as you rolled your hips filthily.

Not just any cocks though, the guys you looked forward to seeing almost as much as you looked forward to smoking. They were going to fuck you, one after the other until they all left a little bit of them inside you. A hand on your wrist stopped you from reaching your clit, your filthy thoughts making you ache for stimulation.

"No, no touching your dirty little clit until I'm balls deep in your virgin cunt. Got it?"

A cross between and whine and a growl escaped you, hating how much you loved Bakugou's crudeness. Hating how wet his words made you.

"Lean on sleeping beauty so I can take your panties off baby. They're soaked, but they're getting in my way." Shinsou held out his arms for you, and you found yourself clinging to him. It was an awkward angle, but you rested your hands on his chest and found yourself face to face with him. Vulnerable as it hit you that this was happening.

"You alright kitten? You scared about getting your cherry popped?" You nodded shly and Bakugou's dick twitched against you hip as he dragged your soaking panties down your legs.

"It's okay, Bakugou's going to be gentle with your cunny. I will be too, at first." Your mouth fell open into soft pants as Bakugou's thick fingers started stretching you out. First one, then two, then three until you were gasping from the fullness.

"Fuck, you dance like a slut and talk all that shit but look at you-" Bakugou's low voice made your pussy clench around his fingers, made you hide your blushing face against Shinsou's chest to avoid his knowing gaze, made you whine. "You're begging to get ruined little girl."

"Come on, look at me. Let me see that slutty little face you make while he gets you ready to take your first dick." This was the most Shinsou had ever said to you and you were making an embarrassing puddle on Bakugou's lap because of it. His slender fingers gripped your jaw, not unkindly but you knew you wouldn't be able to escape as he forced your face up to meet his once more. "That's it. You ready kitten? You're gonna take Bakugou's dick and then it'll be daddy's turn. Okay?"

"Yes daddy." Your voice was uncharacteristically soft and obedient, and the reveal of your submissive side just made everyone in the room more eager to have you fall apart for them.

"Come here baby." Bakugou's gruff voice drew you to him, and once more you weer straddling his lap, your soaking folds grinding directly onto his shaft. A blunt found it's way to you both, and Bakugou took a deep hit to share with you as you slowly slid down his cock. Taking it slow because fuck, he was big.

One inch, two, and then you started shaking your head, "'s too big, Kachhan.."

Bakugou's hips lifted up into yours sharply in surprise, and arousal, and he kisses your throat in apology as he stills to let you adjust to his size. His red eyes burn into you as he finally get's ahold of himself. "The fuck did you just call me?"

"Jirou's friends with Deku, he kept calling you Kacchan, and.. I thought it was cute." You were high as fuck and yet you still blushed, because you fantasized about calling Bakugou by the nickname his sweet sworn enemy used while he fucked you senseless. You had for a while now and you couldn't resist.

"Fucking shit nerd Deku needs to shut his goddamn mouth." Bakugou growled at you, and you clenched around his length- but the gush of wetness let you take another few inches inside you. How much was left for fucks sake?

"Almost there, come on. Don't want to let down your Kacchan do you?" He sneered the word at you but you felt his cock twitching inside you, so you both knew how much it affected you both to use his nickname. Shinsou could be your Daddy for all he cared, no one else could be your Kacchan.

His large hands held your hips and helped to pull you down until you finally took the entirety of his cock inside you. You rested your head on his shoulder and bit the firm flesh as you tried moving. The gutteral sound that fell from your lips alerted everyone in the room that the shifted angle made Kacchan's cock press against a spot inside you that made you see stars.

"Do it again. See if she can squirt." Dabi threw in through gritted teeth as once again Shoto's hand left his shaft just before he was about to cum to seeing the small little winces of pain on your cute face. Bakugou must be hurting your little pussy busting your cherry on such a thick cock, no matter how gentle he's being, and it made him so fucking hard.

"Fuck her deep and get her ready to really take it. You too Shinsou. We won't be able to be gentle." Shoto added, and you realized- of course.

If they're edging the whole time.. by the time it's their turn.. they'll be feral. Desperate to cum. To use you to get off.

"Kachhan!" You moaned as he got impatient and started lifting and dropping you into his shaft like a fleshlight.

"You like it when Icy Hot talks about all the dick you have to take tonight baby? Your pussy got tighter when he did." He accuses you while he's fucking you, never missing a beat as Shinsou leans over and unhooks your bra to throw it to the ground.

"I want to see your tits bounce while he fucks you, kitten." The simple sentence as he strokes himself to the sight of you losing your virginity so spectacularly makes you melt for him all over again.

A particularly deep and viscous thrust has you screaming, something in Bakugou snapping when he looks down and sees a few streaks of blood on his cock while you're making fuck me eyes at another man.

"Focus on me, greedy little slut. You'll be getting all the dick you could need tonight. The least you can do is pay attention while I show you how to use your pussy like a big girl." You whimpered out apologies and met the crimson gaze of the man inside you, your body jerking in shock when his thumb starts circling your clit.

"Want me to show you how to cum on my dick?" His lip was curled in a mocking sneer but his eyes burned with desire as he looked at you.

"Yes, please Kacchan, please--"

"Shut the fuck up and cum then." He snapped at you and once again filled your no longer virgin hole, hard and deep and fast, until you were sure you would break. Your lips parted in a silent scream as you gushed around him, your orgasm filling your body with explosions of pleausre, your pussy milking him until he fills the condom with everything he has. Your hungry pussy just sucked out his soul he's sure.

Meanwhile, you're slumped in his lap already wiped out and ready to sleep for ten hours straight. But no. Kacchan's kissing you and checking in with you, because you're nowhere near done.

"How you doing, doll? How's your pussy?" You blink up at him, high, fucked out, and trusting. It almost makes him hard again. Maybe he'll take another turn in your pussy later.

"'m okay. Felt good. Sore though." You mumbled honestly and the blond nodded, looking up at the other three men to nod to them to know you were okay to continue.

"You're going to have a sore cunt for days when we're done with you, you know." Shinsou pointed out, once again, not unkindly. He just wanted to you to know what you were getting into.

"I know. I'll feel you all for days." You were so fucking high, if they were better men they'd wait until you were sober to ask you again. But they weren't, and you loved respected them as they were.

"Good enough for us." Dabi grunted, already counting the minutes until it was his turn to wreck your hole.

"Upsie daisy, kitten." Bakugou reluctantly let you go when Shinsou's hands reached out to pull you onto his lap. This time he had you facing the room, your dripping cunt on display for all of them as he cupped your tits from behind and took advantage of your throat being so close to his mouth. He was sucking and biting bruises onto your throat while he stretched out your sore and sensitive walls once more.

"Da-daddy-"

"That's it kitten. Your cunny's gripping me so tight. You like them watching you? Waiting their turn to fuck you until you're ours?" Shinsou's voice was deep and raspy as he murmured filth into your ear from behind as you rode him. Your movements were sloppy because your legs were weak, but he seemed to like seeing you struggle to fuck back against him. All you could do was take it.

Dabi's blue eyes were smouldering with need and Shoto's usually impassive face was hungry.

"You're going to get devoured baby. My sweet little kitten, you have no idea how long we've waited for you." And then Shinsou was fucking you harder and faster, your pathetic whines and pleas for him to slow down spurring him on until he too came into the condom he was wearing. You knew it was the smartest move for group sex. Condoms, lube, everyone's protected. But fuck if some part of you didn't feel cheated that you got fucked twice and had no creampie to show for it.

But these thoughts were distant to you, your focus was drawn to the soreness between your legs as Shinsou spread you out on the couch for round two. An ache that you loved and hated in equal measure, but an ache you knew you would start to crave.

To be continued...

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“How is he?”

Aizawa’s voice, normally gruff and sleep-heavy, sounds sharp and worried. His eyebrows are pinched tight on his forehead, and his hands are folded across his chest with an iron grip, as if barely keeping himself together.

Ken looks at Aizawa and sighs. “He talks and he talks and he talks, but he’s not really saying anything.”

Aizawa purses his lips.

“I don’t think speaking to me will be the breaking point.” Ken laces his fingers together and stares at them as he continues, “But he will, indeed, break. As you did, as I did, as we all did. And when that happens, perhaps, being in the dorms will offer some semblance of comfort.”

Ken looks up and waits till Aizawa catches his eye. “I will be here when he needs me. Until then, I shall continue our sessions, even if he just keeps talking without saying anything.”

Aizawa nods curtly, mumbles out a goodbye and walks back to his accommodation.

---

A hero never forgets their first.

The work is dangerous. Most days are easy and mundane, and then there are days where the hits keep coming. People get hurt, heroes get hurt, and villains get away. You even lose people, in the crossfire or because you were too late, and those wounds never fully heal, the scars faded and jagged, moving with your every move, a constant reminder.

And then there are the days when you feel the Earth beneath you crumble as you watch a child die. When you lose someone young, innocent, with baby fat on their cheeks and wide toothless smiles. Kids with scrapped knees, stars in their eyes, and the softest hair. Kids like Eri.

A hero never forgets their first child.

Aizawa watches Kaminari speaking animatedly with his classmates, eyes bright and body language lax, and feels his fists clench.

He sucks in a deep breath, pushes away any thoughts of blue hair and big, loud smiles and continues his lesson.

---

It’s Bakugou that stays behind in class one day, two and a half weeks after the incident.

“Something’s fucking wrong with Sparky.”

“Language,” Aizawa says automatically, before lowering his books and looking at the blonde. “How do you mean?”

“I don’t know, something is just. Since that day, he- Fuck, I don’t know.”

Aizawa lets this one go. “He’s been coming to class. He’s attended every therapy session with Cementoss. Lunch Rush tells me he’s eating well, and he seems-“

“His eyes-” Bakugou interrupts, nose scrunched in deep thought. “- his eyes are too bright. That’s not his usual, happy-go-lucky-idiot shine. They’re too bright.”

He stands up and pulls his bag over his shoulder. “His eyes feel artificial. He moves his body too much, every movement exaggerated, like he’s constantly compensating. Like he’s fucking pushing something down as hard as he can. And then, there are these moments-“ Bakugou stops just shy of the door. He looks over his shoulder but his eyes don’t seek Aizawa, instead glaring at the tiles near his feet.

“There are these moments when his eyes are vacant, like he’s not even in the same room as us.”

With that, Bakugou walks away and Aizawa finds himself thinking back to the past, the well-acquainted pain in his chest rising from slumber, squeezing till his heart feels like it’s about to break, shatter apart the way it did that day.

Because Aizawa and Hizashi grew up.

That day though, they lost Loud Cloud, who was nothing more than a kid. A young child, gone before he could ever learn just how terrible the world really is.  

---

Kaminari attends class. He eats lunch with his friends, jokes around with them, trains every day, and sleeps in on the weekends. He never finishes his homework on time, calls his parents at least twice a week, and continues to go stupid when he overuses his quirk.

He also goes quiet more often, enough for Kirishima to pick up on it too. Bakugou watches Kaminari carefully, watches his eyes go vacant in the middle of movie night, watches him flinch when metal protests under the force of Midoriya’s quirk during training and watches his smiles get wider and more rigid, eyes so bright the fluorescent bulb in the common room dims in comparison.

There is nothing to do but wait.

---

It took Aizawa three months to break after Shirakumo.

Long after the cremation and the memorial and after the chatter picks back up in the hallways. He goes home one day, puts his bag on his desk and takes a seat, intent on finishing his homework. His pen is nowhere to be found so he yanks his desk drawer open-

Only to find a blue and white pen with the name Oboro etched into the body.

Aizawa thinks he hears a crack as his heart splinters and the tears begin, flowing freely. He bites into his forearm to keep from wailing, and he can’t see or breathe or feel anything past the wave of pain that drowns him.

With shaking hands and a complete lack of coherent thought, it takes him 14 minutes to type out a message to Hizashi. It takes the blonde another 8 minutes to get to his room, scoop him up and cry with him, and that wound never quite closes, always exposed, ever-present.

---

It finally happens on an average Wednesday, a month after the incident.

Aizawa’s just finished up with homeroom announcements, and as he straightens up the stack of papers on his desk, he hears Jirou.

“Kaminari, check out this mem- whoa, you ok, man?”

He looks at the blonde and startles when he sees the tears streaming down his face as he stares vacantly at his own hands.

Aizawa moves fast, because that’s what pros do- they calculate, they assess, they make split second decisions that spell life or death and everything in between.

He instinctually activates his quirk just as he whips his capture weapon out, pulling everyone around Kaminari away from him. Because he smells the static in the air, feels the prickles on his skin and he knows the boy is this close to losing complete and absolute control of his quirk.

Kaminari doesn’t acknowledge the chaos around him as people yell out in surprise and try to understand the situation. Aizawa keeps his eyes on Kaminari, and watches as Bakugou turns to Yaoyarozu and yells, “Make me some fucking insulated gloves now.”

Surprisingly though, it’s Shinsou that snatches the first pair and jumps across the desks to get to Kaminari, ducking down to his eye level, staying out of Aizawa’s line-of-sight.

“Hey, do you know where you are?”

Kaminari jerks at that, his eyes snapping over to Shinsou. They’re still vacant and hollow, lifeless. Shinsou keeps one glove on but leaves his other hand free.

“Kaminari, do you know where you are right now?”

Slowly, like he’s underwater, Kaminari swallows and shakes his head.

“Ok, that’s ok, take your time. I just want you to know you’re safe. Do you need anything right now?”

Kaminari looks around slowly, as if trying to understand what’s going on. He looks back at Shinsou and swallows thickly.

“There’s so much blood,” Kaminari says, and his voice sounds haunted. He bites his lip as a fresh pool of tears gather in his eyes.

“Get Cementoss,” Aizawa says to Shoji, his eyes still trained on Kaminari. They’re starting to feel a little dry and irritated, but it’s nothing he can’t handle. Bakugou is also by Kaminari now, hovering behind him protectively, keeping the others away.

“I don’t understand,” Kaminari suddenly says, voice clear and colored with genuine confusion. “How does a kid just die?”

He laughs, a slightly hysterical sound, before his eyes, wide and far too bright, whip over to Aizawa.

“Sensei, there’s no way that kid died, yanno? She was so tiny, barely up to my hip. And so cute, with a lisp. There’s no way she’s dead. Obviously.” He knocks his own head, a hard hit that makes Kirishima flinch, and Bakugou gently holds his arms, to keep him from hurting himself. Kaminari barely notices.

“Kids don’t die,” Kaminari says, his eyes boring into Aizawa’s. “Right, Sensei? They don’t. How can they? They’re too tiny. Someone that small can’t die.”

Aizawa’s eyes sting, and he can say it’s his quirk but he feels it in his heart, a bone-deep ache that’s just second nature to him.

“Kaminari, nobody can live forever.” He clears his throat, slowly walking around the table as he approaches the boy, holding his gaze. “Nothing is forever, not even the- not even the children.”

Kaminari’s eyes go vacant again. “That can’t be true, you know? Cause that means she’s gone.” He looks at Shinsou. “Her hands fit in my palm Toshi. Her entire hand. I don’t. There was so much blood, I can’t- how?” He reduces to nothing but a blubbering mess, and finally, he slumps sideways, right into Bakugou’s abdomen before he wails, the sound of a deeply wounded animal permeating into the very walls of the room.

Shinsou keeps a grounding grip on his knee while Bakugou pushes a hand into his hair, holding him close to his stomach. His own face is scrunched up, eyes red and daring anyone to say anything, to him or Kaminari.

Bakugou goes with him when Cementoss comes. They take Kaminari to the therapy room and Bakugou stays the entire time.

Aizawa turns to face his class again, once the chairs are moved back in place and the shock of it all simmers down, leaving behind an empty cavity in the very middle of the room.

“You never forget your first,” Aizawa tells them, speaking from his soul. “You will never forget your first, and I want you all to promise me that when it happens, you find me. You find somebody. You seek help. And you keep pushing forward. So that someday- “

He clears his throat and pushes through, “So that someday, there won’t be a first anymore.”

He watches his students nod before they turn to each other, looking up ways to help someone in Kaminari’s condition, using their time together as a reference for what will help the most. And Aizawa feels hope and pride gently coat his heart, a band-aid atop a deep, bleeding gash, but it’s something.

He thinks about bright blue hair, a smile that put the sun to shame and the warmth of a gentle soul.

You never forget your first.

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What BNHA Heroes have their s/o saved as in their phone

Class 1A x Reader

+ Aizawa and Shinsou

tw// cussing, cringe smh, lots of love <3 

Class 1A

Yuga Aoyama 

he has you saved as ‘my ✨star✨’

and honestly you love it because he calls you that in real life too 

Mina Ashido 

she has you saved as ‘bubs 💞💓💖💝💘💕’

 the only reason there isn’t more hearts was because of the limit smh

she changes it every few weeks to a new pet name though

also she calls you that irl sometimes

Tsuyu Asui

she has you saved as ‘my flower 🌺’

honestly, the only reason she put you as that rather than your name because of your intense love for flora

every date you take Tsuyu on is always to somewhere with beautiful scenery and an abundance of flowers

Tenya Iida 

he has you saved as ‘beef stew’

he originally had you saved as ‘(Y/N) (L/N)’ 

but you showed him that you had him saved as ‘Honey’ so he wanted to save you under a pet name too

however, he couldn’t really think of one so he asked for you assistance and you told him that most cute pet names come from food

“So, what food do I remind you of, Iida?” 

“Beef stew.” 

Needless to say you both were laughing your asses off for a while after that 

but it’s still cute because beef stew is his favourite food just like you are his favourite person

Ochako Uraraka

she has you saved as ‘(L/N) <3 ’

she wanted to use a heart emoticon but her flip-phone doesn’t let her smh

Also she doesn’t have a pet name for you yet but she is working on it 

like she tried calling you ‘baby girl’ but then you explained to her the sexual undertones to that name so she stopped and she’s been too embarrassed since then to try again 

Mashirao Ojiro

he has you saved as ‘tail boy’s s/o 🤪’

y’all had a whole-ass discussion about this one time lmao

y’all were brainstorming ideas for what you should save each other as in your phones

you didn’t want to have something basic like ‘babe’ or ‘my heart🥰’ but rather something funny and you suggested (jokingly) to save his contact as ‘tail boy’

and rather than being offended like you thought he’d be, you both ended up laughing your asses of together for a solid 5 minutes (at least)

so you saved his contact as that and since he couldn’t come up with a funny nickname in relation to your quirk, he just saved you as ‘tail boy’s s/o🤪’

 Denki Kaminari 

he has you saved as ‘ASH CECHUM 😩😳💦🌚💓🧀'

plz don’t ask about the emojis idek

anyway, he saw that you saved him as ‘Pikachu <3′ which makes sense considering his quirk..

so he took it upon himself to save your contact as - in his own words - “That guy who owns the Pikachu from Pokémon’ 

however, despite the fact he has watched Pokémon before, he had no idea how to spell Ash’s second name and apparently the thought never came him that; ‘hey, maybe I should google it.’

so he just sounded it out 

as for the all caps, contrary to popular belief , he does know how to turn it off

he just chooses not to for the aesthetic and also it takes a lot of effort 

that is why he doesn’t use proper punctuation either 

Eijiro Kirishima

he has you saved as ‘love bug’

honestly, you’re not too sure of when or why he changed your contact name after y’all started dating but..

you thought it was cute but..a bit cringe

obviously you didn’t say anything about it though, you weren’t trying to be mean to your boyfriend for no reason

it’s not like he called you that irl

however, he’d be out of his mind if he thought you were gonna save him as something like that 

the best he’ll get from you is ‘Kiri babe 🤘' (get it? bc...rock!)

Kouji Koda 

he has you saved as ‘love bug’

ASKJFCWB YOU THINK IT IS OUT-OF-THIS-WORLD ADORABLE OML

like it makes sense because he like talks to insects and stuff and you’re his lil love bug cause you are his lover and stuff hhhhh

also because of the size difference between you and him, i mean, you are basically the size of an insect compared to him 

in short, Koda supremacy  🙇‍♀️🙇‍♂️

Rikidou Satou

he has you saved as ‘sugar pie’ 

honestly, poor man

he was completely clueless when you asked him to save you as something cute 

like, he know what you meant...but he had no idea what to go for 

so you chose for him 👍

and you made a pretty good decision tbh I mean, it’s cute! it relates to his quirk and all

and he has started to call you that irl sometimes and it always makes your heart go brrrrrrr

Mezou Shouji 

he has you saved as ‘hunk’ 

ok, i know i said Satou was a poor man but let me just say

THIS POOR MAN 

you told him it’d be cute if you both saved each other as cute pet names in your phones and dead ass him response ‘you’re not my pet though..’

AAAAAAAAAAA

so after a lot of explaining, as an example you whipped out your own phone and showed him how you had saved him as ‘hunk’ 

...he really went and just copied you

you thought that was so funny and precious though so you didn’t ask him to change it

Kyouka Jirou 

she has you saved as ‘my melody 🎶’

ok, so it started when she noticed that you use the same pen everyday - a My Melody one

she thought that was so fucking adorable and she kinda started teasing you for it; not that you minded though

she also thought it was so cute when you’d get all flustered 

so one day she just decided to change your contact name to that 

it also kinda tied in with her love for music (but mostly her love for you uwu)

Hanta Sero

he has you saved as ‘my honey nutter butter biscuit’

after Kirishima called his s/o ‘love bug’ infront of y’all that one time, you both spent the next hour taking the piss and laughing at how over-the-top couple nicknames are sometimes 

so just #for the meme he saved your contact as a hyperbole of what those cringe couple pet names are like

oh and you have him saved as ‘My beloved sweet peach taco’

Fumikage Tokoyami

he has you saved as ‘Helena’

yeah, he wanted to be edgy and save your contact after a MCR song

(no, he does not know that Helena is about Gerard’s grandmother but don’t you dare tell him)

Shoto Todoroki

he has you saved as ‘(Y/N) (L/N) 💖’

you texted him something during lunch one time to see his reaction while you were sitting next to him but then you noticed that your name in his phone was simply ‘(Y/N) (L/N)’

you mentioned it briefly but you didn’t make a fuss out of it because it really wasn’t a big deal

however, he asked to see what his name in your phone was and you showed him

you had saved him as ‘Babey ( •̀ ω •́ )✧’

he went home and did some research on some good pet names to save you as in his phone

after that, his search history kinda looked like;

‘pet names’

‘pet names for humans’

‘pet names for lovers’

‘cute nicknames for my girlfriend’

‘cute emoticons’

he deadass came in the next day and the first thing he did was pull out his phone and show you the emoji he put next to your name

“Look, (L/N). I found this emoticon and put it next to your contact name in my phone.”

yes, he sound like boomer..obvs

he spends 90% of his free time training rather than on his phone 

and the time that he is on his phone, he isn’t using emojis, he is searching shit like 

‘how to hack into a credit card without the PIN’

Tooru Hagakure

she saves you as ‘❤😘’

no, she doesn’t need to save you as your name to remember who you are 

she’s not a peasant

Katsuki Bakugo

he has you saved as ‘pretty stupid face’

originally it was just ‘stupid face’

but you noticed it and just dropped a subtle comment like “hey, that’s mean.”

so he came in the next day with ‘pretty’ added to the start

“i am genuinely too nice to you sometimes.” he’d say

“THE STUPID FACE PART IS STILL THERE”

“I KNOW BUT I ADDED PRETTY TO THE START!!”

“Wow, tch, such I gentleman-”

“I know-HEY WAIT WAS THAT SARCASM?!”

Izuku Midoriya 

he has you saved as ‘sweetest love muffin’

you that one couple i mentioned in Sero’s headcanons?

yeah, that’s y’all

you are both literally that couple

“No, you hang up.”

“No, you hang up!”

“Nooo, cause I’ll miss you”

“I’ll miss you moreeee”

he literally threw a bunch of his favourite adjectives into a pet name lol

also your contact name for him is something on a similar wavelength

Minoru Mineta

I know most y’all would’ve even give him your number lol

but for those who would 🤮

he has you saved as ‘sweet cheeks’ or sumn 

Momo Yaoyorozu

she has you saved as ‘My McMuffin’

HOL UP LET ME EXPLAIN

ok so she let you take her to McDonald’s cause you wanted to see her reaction since she is used to gourmet cuisine or whatever

so it was sure to be entertaining 

and it was 

but not in a good way

she was almost sick after she had a bite of a big mac and then she tried to wash it down with the Sprite but then she fainted for like a solid 10 seconds

once she came back, she obviously wanted to leave..so you did 

A year later, y’all are in the town and both of you are starving 

But Momo realised that she didn’t have her card on her or any money but that was fine because at least you had your debit card on you 

You had enough money on it for a taxi back to Momos place and a McMuffin each

Obviously she didn’t want one but when you started eating in front of her, of course she wanted a taste

and so it was love at first bite

she loved it so much so of course you bought another one for her and she consumed it in a millisecond (not literally)

so now she has your contact saved as the one thing competing against you for her love - a McMuffin

Shota Aizawa

unfortunately he does not have your contact saved as ‘kitten’

instead, in his phone you are saved as ‘The One  💙’

simple, yet it effectively shows his admiration - just the way he likes it

 and he only added the emoji to make your name stand out more so he could easily tell whether he was gonna ignore the following message or not

because if Mike is texting him telling his that he needs the extremely important documents that Aizawa keeps in his coded filing cabinet, Shota will be like -.-

but if you text him asking for him to pick up chocolate on his way home, he’ll be like 🏃‍♂️

Hitoshi Shinso 

he has you saved as ‘big daddy’

plz don’t ask 

it’s an inside joke between you and him

okay well, if you must know 

y’all were trying to come up with the most absurd nicknames for each other that kinda sound legit 

some other gems 

‘Muscleman’

‘Big scary snookums’

‘sexy giant’

[ao3feed-izuku-midoriya]

Few Words to Rewrite the History

Few Words to Rewrite the History by Ognicho

The war is over. The heroes lost and Class 2-A has to hide so they won't be injured in never ending battle between heroes and villains. In this depressing time, teenagers come up with an idea which will rewrite their fate.

Or: Middle school Izuku receives a letter from his future self so he can fix his future mistakes

Words: 1395, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Gen

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki, Jirou Kyouka, Hatsume Mei, Yaoyorozu Momo, Iida Tenya, Shinsou Hitoshi, Uraraka Ochako

Relationships: No Romantic Relationship(s), Midoriya Izuku & Uraraka Ochako, Iida Tenya & Midoriya Izuku & Uraraka Ochako, Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku

Additional Tags: Quirkless Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku-centric, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, I don't have a very clear idea what this will look like yet, So tags will be added as I write, Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia Manga Spoilers, but not yet, in future chapters, The story jumps between timelines, Probably many spelling and grammar mistakes, My First Work in This Fandom, english isn't my 1st language

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39127905

[gremlin-writes-angst]

The Unkissable Prince

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Quirkless highschool drama club AU. Denki and Jirio play the main leads of a highschool production of “the little merimaid” but problems arise when Jirou insults Denki, calling him ‘unkissable’. Denki’s insecurities grow, feeling unlovable and undesirable, but with some help and flirting from his stage manager Shinsou, Denki realizes that Jirou was wrong.

Trigger warning: Cursing 

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As the start of every school production starts, you need a cast and their director, Hizashi Yamada, had spent the past week putting the actors into their roles. Now he was in front of them very dramatically reading the cast list to them, he had already named off the minor characters and everyone was already excited.

“ And now for your lead actors,” Yamada announced and then paused for what the kids assumed was suspense until the director spoke again.

“I’m going to need a drum roll, your lead deserves it.” The students were immediately on it, every one of them started hitting their hands against their, hand’s, legs,, or textbooks.

“ Announcing your underwater king, king triton played by Katsuki Bakugou”

Bakugou made a tsk sound, not out of annoyance but as if he was saying ‘of course I’m playing the king you damn extras’ with the simple sound.

“And for his red-shelled friend and worker, Sebastian, will be played by the one and only Eijiro Kirishima.” 

Kirishima was almost near tears, he wanted this role so bad, but he was insecure about his acting ability, but now he was filled with happiness and confidence.

“ Yeah, I knew you’d get it, Kiri.” Mina patted Kirishima on the back, her way of supporting Kirishima.

“Now For the evilest witch who resides under the sea, Ursula will be played by our very own Mina Ashido!” Yamada announced in a sinister voice and pointed at the ecstatic girl. Mina jumped up and started doing a little dance.

“Mina save it for the stage. Now where is my drum roll!?” The students repeated the actions from earlier, making Yamada happy.

“The love interest known as Prince Eric will be played by the one you all know and love Denki Kaminari, and as for his mermaid princess Ariel, that role is given to the talented Kyoko Jirou”

The two leads were very happy to hear that they got the roles they wanted. After some chatting and highlighting their lines, the student’s director was ready to watch the students become their characters and they began to prepare their last high school production.

It was Thursday and today they were going to rehearse the last few scenes of the show for the first time. Both the leads were nervous about the kiss scene that they would have to share, both for different reasons. For Jirou not only was it going to be her first kiss, but it would be with Denki, it not that she has anything against Denki, it’s just that Denki was a guy, and Jirou wasn’t into guys. She’s more into the smart type, with long hair, and lot of money who like tea and are named Momo Yaoyorozu. Jirou wouldn’t say she was repulsed by guys, but she valued her first kiss and didn’t want it to be for a show with someone she would never fall for. Similar to Jirou, Denki also hadn’t had his first kiss, but he just wants to get it over with, he doesn’t want to graduate without having his first kiss. He could care less about who or why, he cares about when. Even if he wants to have the kiss he is still nervous, it will be his  first kiss of course he’d be nervous. They had been rehearsing for a while up until the wedding scene arrived, the scene that required a kiss from the leads. Before they started the scene the director interjected

“ Denki and Jirou come down here for a second.” The two got off the stage and to the director.

“ So Jirou has expressed that she's uncomfortable with the kiss, which is reasonable, you two are high schoolers. So we’re going to do stage kisses, you know how to do that, right?” the two nodded their heads.

“ Ok then get back up there.” The two began to walk up to the stage, but Denki needed to know why Jirou was uncomfortable.

“ So I’m not your type?” Denki joked, his way of figuring out what was wrong.

“ Yeah, you're gross.”

“So gross that you don’t want to kiss me?”

“Of course I don’t want to kiss you, kissing you would be the grossest thing I could think of.” Denki wasn’t sure what he was expecting but he didn’t expect her to make him feel so… unlovable. Jirou realizes what she just said and she feels bad but then realizes that Denki would probably take it as a joke. She wasn’t out as a lesbian to anyone, and she always got defensive when she felt her sexuality would be discovered.

About a week later the actors were sitting and waiting via their director’s instructions.

“Now can any of you tell me what this show is missing.” Yamada walked onto the stage questioning the student. They began to yell out answers, all of which were wrong.

“Nope. No. And wrong. What this show is or I should say was missing is a stage manager. But not anymore, Shinsou come on stage!” A few seconds later an exhausted teenage boy entered the stage, his feet dragging, and in his hands was a large binder labeled ‘The Little Mermaid’. When he got to the center, where Yamada stood, Yamada prompted the boy.

“ Shinsou you’ve got to interlude yourself.” The boy rolled his eyes and took a deep breath in and out.

“ Hello everyone, I’m your stage manager Shinsou. I’m sorry for missing the last week of rehearsal I was working on this.” He lifted up the binder.

“Like he said he is your stage manager he will be working and helping everyone, now let us get to work!” Yamada clapped his hands and the student started to get into place. While trying to get to his spot Denki was stopped by the bluntly attractive stage manager.

“ Hey your Kaminari right, Prince Eric?” Denki had already thought the boy was attractive with a smooth voice, but up close it was dream-like.

“Yeah, that’s me, but you can call me by my first name, Denki.”

“Ok, I approached  you because I have a lot of notes and ideas, and I bet you have yours, so I want to work with you on your portal of Prince Eric.” Denki was shocked at how straight forward the boy in front of him was. A schedule was made so that the two could work on Denki’s lines, memorization, and portal. Though these meetings would also lead to working on Denki’s self-confidence, and romantic life, but they don't know any of that yet, it's something they'll have to discover themselves.

[loser-writings]

HC || Fandoms they were in

This is pretty much just a crack drabble since I am currently attempting to catch up to all of the requests! Thank you for being Patient with me!

Dabi

This gremlin knows what Homestuck is and can’t stand the fact that he understands the references Toga makes to it. Also possibly one of the few who has actually read homestuck on this list, and won’t hesitate to correct Toga or Shigaraki if they fuck up a fact.

He also really is into The Walking Dead. You can’t tell me that Kurogiri doesn’t have a TV set up somewhere in the bar so he and Shigaraki can sit and watch. This does end up with the majority of the league having a once a week get together where Jin gets Pizza, Toga gets several boxes of soda for them, and Shigaraki sets up everything. 

Denki Kaminari

This bitch was into homestuck. Like he wasn’t just into homestuck, he was INTO homestuck. Most likely one of those kids that used to jump on Omegle in a shitty cosplay for those homestuck Omegle cosplay meets the fandom used to do. He also totally has a genderbent Nepeta cosplay, a Dave strider cosplay, and a Jake cosplay SOMEWHERE. Most likely to accidentally wear a homestuck shirt to class.

Never once picked up a Harry Potter book or watched the movie, but you know this kid has a hufflepuff robe in his closet and some hufflepuff merch. He doesn’t know shit about the actual canon since he is just there to vibe

Really into Kpop. BTS, Blackpink, ITZY, EXO, Ikon, BlockB, BigBang minus Seungri cause he is icky, SuperJunior, NCT, WINNER, Got7, Red Velvet, (F)x, and more. Like you can’t tell me this guy doesn’t listen to girl groups and shit like BTS. (His bias has to be J-hope) He also bops with Mina the most. These two also most likely post dance covers of the songs to instagram and TikTok, so they have quite the following. (But their best video was their “Boy In love” cover they did with Kirishima, Deku, Shoto,Jirou, Momo, and Bakugo.)

This kid was also into Five nights at Freddy. He owns all of the games and will still play them with the Bakusquad, but he is pretty quiet about this fandom just because of how BULLIED he was for enjoying it. 

LOVES Danganronpa too. Bakusquad do a weekly game night and they all went through all of the games. Let’s just say Denki cried a LOT at the deaths. Like a lot. (He may have a few cosplays of his own too)

Eijiro Kirishima

Kirishima liked Supernatural just because of how manly Sam and Dean are. Like fuck yeah, he wants a chevy impala too cause it is a beautiful car and wants to know how to protect yourself from shit like demons and angels. He never did much besides watch the show, cry a lot, and try to draw the characters. (Also he had a crush on Dean just cause of how badass and manly he is, but nobody can blame him)

He totally sat and watched Denki play Undertale, so he knows all about it. His favorite character is Undyne and he actually cried when they beat her in Genocide mode cause holy shit dude. That sucked. Oh and Sans. Fuck Sans.

He enjoys Kpop and will listen to it with the Bakusquad. He really admires BTS for how much of an impact they have made not only on his friends, but also the world itself and you can’t tell me that this guy doesn’t think the world of Kim Namjoon. Like he listens to Mono on repeat and is such a big RM fanboy. Also really likes Bigbang (He thinks Daesungs voice is so nice and will sleep to his singing if he could), and Kyungsoo is his favorite in Exo. Cried when Bigbang started coming back from the Military, and cried harder when Kyungsoo had to leave.

Danganronpa is a game he really enjoyed with his friends and will even replay from time to time. He gravitates towards the really manly characters, but some others have spots in his heart. Mondo, Sakura, Gundham, Nekomaru, Kaito, and Gonta were his favorites. Let’s just say the game didn’t treat him well.

Fumikage Tokoyami

He ended up picking up the Harry Potter books and fell in love with the world itself. You can’t tell me this guy doesn't have a limited edition trunk set of the books hidden in plain sight. Like everyone thinks that the trunk holds something like crystals or some bones or knives but nah. It’s just his Harry potter books. Oh and Midnight totally gave him a Ravenclaw scarf around the holidays. You can’t tell me otherwise.

Death note? Death note. Only to episode 25 though. 25 happened and he just hasn’t continued watching cause it isn’t the fucking same.

Hitoshi Shinsou

Shinsou liked Supernatural for a while, but he eventually lost interest. He did his best to also never get involved with much of the fandom since it honestly scared him a bit, but his fear didn’t stop him from posting some theories into discussion boards.

He listens to Kpop a bit since he hangs out with Denki a lot and found out he really enjoys Ikon, BlockB, BTS, 

Bitch was in the Creepypasta Fandom. Like not even the good ones, he was into Jeff the killer and Eyeless jack and all of those ones. Sure, he would listen to the others and read the crappy ones, but he had a phase he is mildly ashamed of now.

This kid loves everything relating to Stephen King. He will have conversations with Aizawa and Hizashi about the books, and they all agree that Kings writing can rather be extremely amazing, or be the equivalent of a 13 year old attempting to write smut for the first time. It’s so damn funny to him

Hizashi Yamada

He has read all of the harry potter books and actually enjoys them quite a bit, but he tries not to let that show too much. He does have a Slytherin lanyard that holds his keys though that Denki had mentioned. It managed to get Mic off track for the class period when he started discussing the books with the students (Mainly Izuku, Tokoyami, and Denki)

He watches The walking dead with Aizawa 

Actually bops to Kpop after the Bakusquad introduces it to him. Massive RM fanboy so he and Kirishima will occasionally go off about how admirable and badass he is. Like RM taught himself english just from watching Friends??? And Hizashi admires that so much. He also loves diving deeper into their lyrics since they normally have such good meanings.

Izuku Midoriya

Oh he loves Harry potter so damn much. He has the books on his shelf, a Gryffindor robe in his closet, a full uniform, and several wands. He is such a nerd so you can’t tell me he doesn’t have a special notebook that has notes on the spells, character analysis, and a variety of different facts.

Really enjoys listening to BTS! He doesn’t know much about other kpop groups, but he really enjoys dancing with Mina and Denki (even if Izuku has 2 left feet and struggles with dancing)

Had a Dragonball phase. Like this kid loVEs Dragonball. It’s actually one of the reasons why he and Katsuki grew to be friends since they both watched the show. They would talk about how they would beat Frieza or the Ginyu squad all of the time.

Katsuki Bakugo

This bastard finds himself actually enjoying Kpop after Mina and Denki go off about their favorite bands, and he really finds himself enjoying BTS, Day6, and SHINee. 

Danganronpa was a game he experienced with his friends and FUCK was it an adventure for him. He got really invested with the story and for a while, the Bakusquad chat was active as hell because of all of the theories he had. He fucking HATED Byakuya, actually shed some tears for Fuyuhikos’ character development and Gundhams death, and was about to throw hands during the 4th chapter of V3. It was a Rollercoaster of emotions, but he loved every moment of it.

This kid had a Dragonball Z phase. No shit he would wake up, watch an episode of Goku screaming, and then go out to play. Honestly this routine started when he was 5 and he will still occasionally watch it. He still loves Dragonball, and he totally has a collection of dragonballs somewhere.

After Shoto and Momo watch Rupauls Drag race in the Common room, He gets hooked. His dad is a fashion designer, so he finds himself really enjoying the fashion aspect of the show as well as the makeup part of it all. He actually does Minas’ makeup occasionally and once people start finding out, he becomes their makeup artist. The girls makeup, and occasionally he will do drag makeup on the guys if they ask. Sometimes the Drag viewing parties start by Bakugo doing everyones makeup and then ordering Pizza.

Mina Ashido

Mina fucking loves to dance and everybody knows that, so it’s no surprise that she manages to nail every damn Kpop she does. She really loves the variety of dances and she can match every vibe. A dance in heels? Shes got it. Hip hop? Oh hell yeah. Cute? Sure! Badass? Shes got this. She is really just a bop.

Danganronpa was an EXPERIENCE for her. She absolutely adored the cases that needed to be solved, cried at the characters, and adored the game. She totally cosplayed Tsumugi with Cospox once or twice with Denki just for giggles sake.

Totally was heads over heels for Ouran Highschool Host club. She thought the anime was so damn precious (She adores Hikaru) and was so sad that there hasn’t been a 2nd season, so she bought all of the manga.

Momo Yaoyorozu

She is a Kpop fan! She totally could be an idol since she can sing pretty well, has the face for it, can dance pretty well! Her favorite thing is rapping though. You can’t say that Momo wouldn’t be able to write some bad bitch raps and pull them off with ease. With her, Mina, Jirou, and Ochaco, they make one HELL of a Girl Group. They love to do covers of Blackpink, Red Velvet, CherryBullet, ITZY, and Mamamoo covers. Her biases have to be Jennie, Irene and Moonbyul.

Tamaki Amajiki

Flipped through homestuck when it started, really never got into it but admired the work people put into their cosplays. Knows basic character names and that buckets should be feared.

He actually used to really like My little Pony! He would NEVER call himself a brony, but he really enjoyed the show. He only watched a couple of seasons, but the show itself was pretty relaxing and managed to calm him down when he was feeling anxious. If anybody ever knew he had a my little pony phase though (And still actually will watch it from time to time) he might just die from embarrassment.

Want to play Legend of Zelda? Well Tamaki is your guy to talk to about it. He might start rambling and will completely forget about his anxiety for a moment before realizing how nerdy he sounds. He has a gamecube in his dorm to play Twilight princess and Ocarina of time, He has a Wii for Skyward sword, and god did this kid lock himself in his room when breath of the wild came out. He can speedrun it like none other (Seriously, if he let’s you watch him, you will be fucking surprised by how amazing he is.)

Gotta throw in Teen Titans. Seeing Beast boy use his power in so many badass ways gave him some pretty cool ideas for his own quirk.

Oh and Rupauls Drag race. Nobody would expect him to be a fan of drag race, but he actually does enjoy watching the goofy drama. If you’re dating, you better expect weekly Drag race with him. It’s pretty funny to watch him enjoy the show. Sometimes he gasps, laughs or bites his lip, eyes hooked to the screen.

Shoto Todoroki

Another motherfucker who could EASILY be an Idol if he wanted to be. He actually really enjoys Kpop after Momo introduced it to him. They both often bop to it together when they study or hang out. He is also most likely to be the one recording the dancing videos or editing them too since he really enjoys helping out the girls. 

Want to watch him nerd out? Watch the classic Godzilla movies with him. Like HOLY SHIT does this man love the 50s-70s Godzilla movies. Bring him a box set and he will rather hug you really tight or run to grab blankets from his room cause this dude ADORES these movies. (Especially the mothra one. Like he will cling to you, thank you over and over again, and watch them with almost childlike glee.)

This bitch bops with Rupauls Drag race. He really enjoys makeup and has debated on trying drag himself (Not that anybody would know that) but it’s kind of shocking to see that he is the one that started the Weekly Rupauls Drag Race viewing in the UA Dorms. 

Yugi Aoyama

His mother used to read Harry Potter to him to help him sleep when he was a child so he naturally knows a lot about it. He knows he is a Slytherin and when Izuku thought about it, it made sense. He is pretty arrogant and wants to impress with his upbringing and french lineage. He also makes it pretty hard to get to know him personally, so Izuku makes a note that he is a Slytherin.

Likes Kpop, but isn’t SUPER into it like Denki or Mina. He likes listening to BTS and Exo and his Biases are Seokjin and Chanyeol.

[bravobeavo]

:3 made up titles for whoever or whatever suits your fancy! “go fish!,” vigiliant eyes over vigil lights,” smoke signals,” aaand “cross-eyed kissing”

Oh boy, okay, from the top! I’m gonna break this into 2 posts (reblog my original answer) just to keep it organized 💜✨

1. Go Fish! - I’ve been in my MomoJirou feels recently and I can’t help but want to accompany them with ShinKami so let’s run with it and take the title literally. Mer!Shinsou, witch!Jirou, peasant!Kaminari, and royal!Momo. Clusterfuck of fantasy ideas lol Shinsou is a merboy who is very adventurous and thinks surface life is fascinating - which of course he would because one of his Dads is a surface dweller. Aizawa is a merman like Shinsou, who fell in love with a lonely witch who lived on the shore, Hizashi - and Shinsou was taken under Aizawa’s wing at a young age. They visit Hizashi in a cove by his house so it’s safe to visit, blah blah blah, and one day Hizashi brings along a young witch who he’s been training - Jirou! They become fast friends, Jirou confides in Shinsou about her crush on Duke Yaoyorozu’s daughter who she sometimes runs into because Kyouka’s parents own the town bookshop and sometimes Momo sneaks in dressed as a civilian and they have the best conversations about books and authors, etc.

So one day, when Shinsou is old enough, Hizashi and Shouta tell him that there’s a spell that can turn him from a merman to a human and vice versa (it’s how the two of them lived for a few years before Shouta took in Shinsou and had to stay at sea while raising him to be safe). So Shinsou immediately wants to be turned into a human to explore the village with Jirou - his parents are protective but they allow it. Jirou shows him all sorts of new and interesting things, including taking him to the town bakery where he meets the baker’s son- Denki! Basically a bunch of fantasy world shenanigans with ShinKami mer/human and MomoJirou witch/royalty stuff featuring emic Dads from time to time.

2. Vigilant Eyes Over Vigil Lights - Mmmmm this has vigilante!Eraserhead written all over it but.... lemme try to switch it up a bit and take some inspo from DC - I’m thinking Batman/Catwoman vibes. Basically Aizawa Shouta is a rich and powerful businessman who uses his money and power to fund his work as a vigilante. Different backstory tho cause I hate Bruce Wayne’s backstory - instead Shouta is an orphan who started his own business in tech because he’s a genius and built his way up by the time he was 30. Bonus mentor!Yagi maybe who replaces Alfred in this scenario in being constantly exasperated by Shouta risking his neck for justice and knowing his secret identity.

One night he goes to stop a museum burglary and apprehends Yamada Hizashi - cunning conman extraordinaire who speaks five different languages and has been known to act as an escort for a-list celebs. They both know of each other, but they’ve never met and when they do the electric connection is instant. Commence the tango and sexual tension of Shouta never managing to catch Hizashi, who is very entertained by this, and leading into a grand scheme where Hizashi learns of some nefarious plannings of another criminal group that he confides in Shouta about because he may be a petty thief, but he still has morals.

They bring down the criminals together, have a night of passion, but when Shouta wakes up in his fancy rooftop loft the next day Hizashi is missing along with his most expensive watch and his credit card. All that’s left is a lipstick kiss on his window overlooking the sunrise city skyline and a note written in red lipstick that says ‘See you in 2 days at the city bank - catch me if you can, lover boy. If you can’t, dinner’s on me <3’

[ice-cream-nekogirl]

“All I ever wanted was a Cinderella fantasy. I had nothing but hopes and dreams to find my prince and become a queen, the most powerful heroine. I was denied my happy ending, denied my crown, well I want my goddamn crown. This is MY fairytale! I am the queen of my fantasy and I will get what I deserve!” .”

The Witch Queen

Full Name:

Amelia Ophelia Martinez (birth name)

Amy Martinez (legal name)

Alias:

Ames (by Shinsou and friends)

Baby (by Misty Day)

Fille Fatale (by Marie Laveau)

Witch Bitch (by Bakugou, herself)

Tricky Witch (Hero Name)

Wicked Witch (by Mineta)

The Blair Witch (by Jirou)

The Scary Witch (by Mirio, herself)

Witch Queen

Occupation:

Witch

Vigilante

Powers/Abilities:

Rage

Charm

Intelligence

Manipulation

Magic/Witchcraft, including:

Telekinesis

Concilium/Mind control

Divination

Pyrokinesis

Transmutation/Teleportation

Descensum

Scrying

Spellcraft

Potioncraft

Emotional Energy Manipulation/Sentio Compassios

Empathy

Power Bestowal

Illusion Manipulation

Healing Magic

Blood Magic

Memory Projection

Hobbies:

Practicing witchcraft

Singing

Looking Good

Watching movies

Writing fanfiction

Spending time with Hitoshi Shinsou and company

Shopping

Making new spells and potions

Roller derby

Fawning over Izuku Midoriya (formerly)

Competing with others

Ranting about things/people that annoy her

Pranking her friends

Goals:

Beat Shouto Todoroki in the Sports Festival (failed)

Be with Izuku forever (failed/formerly)

Earn the pride of All-Might and Shouta Aizawa (ongoing)

Earn the pride of Cordelia Goode (ongoing)

Get revenge on Aizawa and the pro-heroes for abandoning her (succeeded)

Get revenge on Hero Society as a whole for abandoning her (formerly)

Destroy UA (partially succeeded, stopped by Izuku)

Get revenge on Izuku for rejecting her (succeeded)

Make amends with her classmates and UA (succeeded)

Make a lot of new friends (ongoing)

Redeem herself for her crimes (ongoing)

Represent her coven (ongoing)

Become the strongest heroine in the world (ongoing)

Crimes:

Murder

Malefic

Theft

Assault

Property damage

Possession of offensive weapons

Torture

Attempted murder

Type of Villain Redeemed Anti-Villain

Supermoves:

Grimdark Nightmare: A move where Amy conjures dark magic that allows her opponent to see frightening illusions as they end up taking damage when she fires pink psionic energy beams at her opponent.

Woman Scorned: Baba Yaga: Amy’s most lethal attack where she surrounds herself in dark pink psionic energy to make herself grow into a giant version of herself that allows her to beat, batter and crush her opponents.

Quotes: 

“I’m not some sad little urchin you found on the street Greenie, I matter.”

“I MATTER!!” 

“I deserved a happy ending too! I deserved a normal life too! I’m just as important as everyone else is here!” 

“All this time... the pro-heroes had the power to keep me...”

“Thank you Fiona... FOR NOTHING!!!” 

“I’m pretty much done with the whole hero thing..."

“What’s the matter sensei? Can’t see? That’s the only shame of this but it makes sense... you could never see me even when I tried to get your attention..."

“Everything in my life was perfect until those pathetic pro-heroes brought that girl here. That’s when I realized just how little I mattered to everyone here since I never got the same treatment. Instead I was just cast out like garbage because I wasn’t the perfect little victim, and then when I open up about the shit that I had to suffer through, EVERY single one of you turned your backs on me. So if I want all eyes on me, if I want to be the strongest person here, if I want to be the queen of this fairytale story that I’ve been wanting. I’m just going to take that name by force.” 

“Hey guys... go home right now. I’m giving you all a choice to go home right now before things get ugly.”

“I’m coming for you bitch!”

“This is MY time! I will get what I deserve!!”

“Stay away from me Shouto...”

“You’d better step down right now... I really don’t want to hurt you...”

“AHAHAHAHA~! You think you’re gonna beat me and save the day? Well keep dreaming... because nobody can beat me nobody!!” 

"You... PODUNK LOSER!!! I’m the most powerful witch in this whole fucking society!! I’m the most powerful bitch you’ve ever met! You think you can fuck with me?!”

(enraged) "Do you believe in God?"

“I’m sorry... I wanted to hurt you... I’m... so sorry...”