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[heraldeez]

Fright Night

Jayce x Reader | 4.4K | NSFW

Warning/Tags: fingering, cock warming, unprotected PnV, multiple orgasms, light overstimulation, and a tiiiny bit of Jayce bullying

Jayce can’t handle horror. Like, at all. You, on the other hand, are an absolute horror buff – so with false bravado, he agrees to a scary movie night.

A/N: Call this fic fondue, with the way it’s dripping cheese.

Happy pre-Halloween, everyone! I’m an absolute Halloween enthusiast, so the dialogue and premise in this one are super cheesy and self indulgent. Tis the season. 🎃

Technically I came up with the bones for this one all the way back in May/June-ish (wdym you aren’t plotting for Halloween before summer even starts? 🤔) and had a little chuckle when my months old concept lined up perfectly with the Arcane Halloweek prompt for day two, Scary Movies.

As always, a big thanks to my discord beloveds for peering over my shoulder to hype me up about Jayce’s balls.

Enjoy! :]

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“Does it have to be scary scary?” Jayce whines, already hiding in your shoulder. “Couldn’t we just… I don’t know, watch Halloween Town or something? Or, ooh, Hocus Pocus. That’s scary!”

“Absolutely not.” Your answer is swift and buoyant, an unambiguous negative to both the movie suggestion and the implication that Hocus Pocus was a genuinely scary film, not looking away from where you’re flicking through the streaming menus. October has finally rolled around, and you aren’t going to let the occasion go uncelebrated.

The screen rolls through movie after movie, flicking to the next, judging them based on a highly important personal merit system – including deeply sophisticated metrics, such as how much fake gore they had budget for or how many times you’d get to joke with Jayce about the tits on screen.

“It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown?” Jayce tries weakly. He already knows your answer.

Your grin is sharp as you stumble over a promising new release, and Jayce groans when you select it, the trailer beginning an eerie musical score as you flip through the confirmation screen.

“You said you could handle it when I asked you to have a scary movie night, Jayce,” you tut, good naturedly. “Where’d all that bravado go?”

Leaping to your feet – startling your boyfriend in the process, who makes his displeasure known immediately with a high-pitched noise of malcontent and some extremely dignified grabby hands, reaching for your retreating form – you stalk over to the lightswitch and cast the room into darkness, only the dim flickering of the television screen lighting up your adorable boyfriend.

“Oh, come on – really?” Jayce snaked his arms anxiously around a pillow in your absence, cotton squishing under his thick biceps.

You tug it from his grip and toss it over the back of the couch playfully, plopping down next to him and drawing him tight up against your side before he can lament your pillow-related cruelty.

You blow the screen a teasing kiss. “It’s October 1st, baby. Gotta set the ambience correctly, or Halloween won’t bless us with good candy this year.”

Jayce wraps his arms tight around your waist, whole body curling around you with his cheek squished into your shoulder. You can hear him grumble about how you’re adults who buy their own candy, so what does it matter, but you don’t deign that fact with a response.

The grip he has on you only tightens as the movie starts.

It’s not the scariest thing you’ve seen, honestly a rather slow start, but Jayce gets twitchier with every passing second, huddling against you like he’s trying to envelope you as an anchor.

He’s honestly so endearing. It’s cute how his large frame is clinging like he’ll blow away in the breeze, built arms squeezing you tight.

If you were more the fraidy cat type, his protective weight would probably feel like heaven, the world’s most secure blanket. You rub soothing fingers over the sculpted curve of his forearm, and feel the way his jaw settles heavier onto your shoulder, relaxing just a fraction.

The movie is only half an hour in, and at this point, you’re tilted up against the arm of the couch after all his leaning, snuggled into some kind of cozy-cramped, sideways, halfway upright spooning position – your frightened puppy of a boyfriend peeping out over your shoulder and trying to press every inch of himself to you.

The dim atmosphere on screen seems to be getting to him, because nothing has even happened yet. But when the music swells, you can feel him go tenser than a steel rod, anticipation building on screen as the camera slowly pans closer and closer to the darkened alleyway.

Jayce shrieks when the movie finally gets on with it.

And of course, it’s just a cheap scare, revealing only a raccoon out behind the cursed house, the ignorant characters all laughing with relief. Nothing scary here.

You figured the director would pull something like that. This movie was really not in a hurry, for being less than two hours long.

Jayce doesn’t seem particularly comforted. “Whew, haha, that uh –” His breathing is legitimately choppy. You side eye him and find he’s covered his eyes with his hand. “That creature sure was scary!”

“It was a raccoon.”

“It – huh?”

“Look at the screen.”

His other arm tightens around you at the thought, Jayce laughing nervously. “I’m uh. I’m good behind here, actually.”

You’re struggling not to laugh. “Can’t really consider that watching a movie with me, can you?”

Jayce’s lips purse, fumbling for a retort, before he deflates against you just a bit. 

His fingers part just a crack, peeking whip-quick like the screen is going to bite him.

The raccoon stares back at him with beady eyes, chittering before darting into the woods, leaving the actors in peace.

Your boyfriend is silent for a beat. “Those things carry rabies, you know. That’s, uh, very scary. Ninety-nine percent fatal, if you don’t get vaccinated in time.”

Well. You suppose that is a certain type of scary.

You give him a reassuring smooch on the jaw, and as expected, his hand shifts to the side, hovering off to the right of his head so he can lean in to capture your lips.

You capture his hand hostage in return, poor Jayce whining into the kiss.

“Quit hiding, nothing scary is going to get you with me right here,” you chastise lightly.

Your lips press a firm kiss to his ensnared hand, interrupting his plaintive, high pitched, “But babe.”

The dilation of his pupils as your lips linger, breath puffing against his fingers, gives you the best idea.

“You want a distraction, sweetheart?” you ask, voice low and conspiratorial.

Caught off guard at your change of heart, Jayce gives a hesitant nod.

“Good. I have better uses for these hands, you know.”

With a final, lingering kiss to his palm, you thread your fingers through his and guide them down, past where he’s clinging to your waist with his other hand, to toy at the waistband of your pants.

His hand flexes with anticipation, but he doesn’t try to rush you. Satisfied, you press underneath, dragging him below both your waistband and panties to cup at your sex.

It must be apparent to Jayce the moment he touches you, that you’d been a bit excited ever since he got home. He’d immediately pulled you in, the scent of his cologne and the brisk fall air embedded in his coat wrapping around you as he leaned down for an indulgent kiss, pouring every ounce of how much he’d missed you into the way he moved his tongue. It had set the tone for the evening, really, flaring warmth in your core.

Sure you were thrilled to have a cozy date night watching scary movies and enjoying each other’s company, but you’d be lying if you hadn’t also been boiling with anticipation for a more intimate encounter as well.

Jayce genuinely groans when his index nudges against your slit, parting your folds to slip against where your arousal has been accumulating. With how he’d pressed so close for the past half hour, holding you tight, it was hard… to not get a little worked up.

“Fuck,” he breathes, fingers squirming further. “You’re so… fuck.”

“I beg your pardon?” you laugh.

“Perfect,” he slurs, mouthing at the side of your neck. He spreads you, gently, and it’s almost embarrassing when your arousal is legitimately audible. You can feel it slipping against your fingers, still twined with his. “So perfect, already dripping for me like that.”

You hum, breathless and noncommittal. “Maybe I get off on poorly written scripts and budget masked killers, hm?”

“Ha ha,” he deadpans.

Jayce’s unamused act would be perfectly believable if not for the raggedy edge to his breathing, or how his fingers scrub a needy circle over your clit before they skate down, dipping just slightly into your hole, playing in the arousal pooled there.

Jayce sucks in a shaky breath. “Hang on, just, uh, give me one second.”

Pulling his fingers out is the last thing you expect Jayce to do, but he does.

Jayce holds your clasped hands up to the faint light from the screen, admiring the way your slick is glistening visibly on his fingerpads, humming low and appreciative.

He shifts, entranced, jaw coming forward to lean past your shoulder, and then he’s guiding your fingers to his lips.

It’s impossible not to stare as he slips them past, into his mouth, slick digits disappearing past plush lips. Tongue curling around your fingertip, laving the flavor of you from the whorls of your skin, eyes lidded in pleasure.

The moment is made all the more intense by the fact that he’s staring back as you watch him, simmering gaze focused wholly on you as he hollows his cheeks and sucks, drawing in your taste and moaning for it.

The vibrations reverberate from your fingers straight into your crotch.

He huffs amusedly through his nose when your hips shift restlessly, a spike of arousal making you squirm back against him.

It’s not like you can’t feel the answering press of his erection, butted up against your hip.

He switches your fingers for his own, tongue curling in a way that’s embarrassingly distracting. His fingers are slick for a few reasons, at this point.

And then they’re traveling back down to slip headlong between your folds, eager to reenter your slick cunt. His spit drags over your clit as he slides the furrow of his pressed together fingers across it, reaching lower. Jayce sinks his middle and ring in deep, palm rubbing against where you need it most.

Lips trail blissfully against your neck as he sets a lazy rhythm with his wrist, fingers rocking into you deep. Jayce sighs a blissful “taste so good” into your skin, nuzzling closer like he can’t get enough skin pressed against you, despite being literally inside you.

His fingers slow, briefly. Soft lips brush against your ear as he opens his mouth, and –

“Wanna eat you out.”

Jayce’s tone is hovering somewhere between whiny and worshipful.

“Mm, and then you wouldn’t be watching the movie, now would you?” Your hand curls around the curve of his bicep, ignoring his noise of disagreement. “Later, yeah? If you can manage this for me.”

A breathy groan falls from his lips at the prospect, nodding placated against your shoulder.

You’d offered him a distraction to make the experience more fun for him, but now you’re finding yourself distracted by him. The film can’t hold a candle to the way his thick fingers are opening you up thoroughly, the way his jaw rests on your shoulder, facing the screen like a good boy, yet eyes glazed over, probably taking in next to nothing.

Still, he was behaving for you. He was good like that, even if you could feel each time he swallowed, not the slightest bit unaffected by what you were allowing him to do between your legs, mouth dry.

You knew damn well what he’d like to wet it with.

Jayce slides in a third finger, moaning gently at the noise you make for the stretch. He thrusts them a few times to appreciate the slick noises that you can’t help, before he settles for a toe-curling screwing motion, tips of his fingers flirting over your nerves like an ignition spark.

All the more distracting was the heavy weight of his cock, jutting unmistakably against you through his gray sweats. Waiting patiently – but you could feel the way it flexed at each noise you made for him.

He really was being so good for you.

“Put it in.”

“Mmm?” comes Jayce’s distracted response, zenned out and completely entranced in the feeling of your slick pooling around the base of his fingers.

He snaps back to focus on your words when you reach over your hip to cup him through his sweatpants, palm rolling against his shaft while your fingertips wriggle a hair between his legs, rubbing teasingly against his balls.

“You with me now, handsome?”

“Yeah!” His voice cracks a little in his haste to get the word out, clearing his throat with an embarrassed chuckle, “‘M with you. Totally understood, loud and clear.” Jayce scrambles to get his hands in position to rid himself of his pants, fast as possible, but it’s not exactly smooth with one hand trapped beneath your waist and the other still inside you.

You catch his wrists, holding him in place.

“Please, allow me,” you purr, enjoying the way he lets himself be manipulated into whatever position you want him in, unquestioning in his eagerness. His fingers curl a bit where they’re buried, but otherwise he stops moving a muscle.

Your own fingers slip from his wrist and pluck teasingly at the drawstring of the soft heathered pants, before dragging one side over the warm, smooth skin of his hip.

No underwear.

“Hmm, somebody was hopeful. Looking for a treat?”

Jayce laughs nervously, fingers pulsing a little deeper, palm butting up against your folds. “Well, I mean. Maybe, y’know, a little, yeah.”

Unhurried, you guide his cock out of the fabric folds, bouncing slightly as it’s exposed to air, and ghost featherlight fingers against the tip.

They come away deliciously sticky. Teasing him is just too fun.

“What do you say, Jayce, to get a treat on Halloween?” You ask, voice innocent and sugary sweet.

“Wh- come on, really?” he complains, hips nudging into your hold impatiently.

You hum expectantly, angling the head of his cock to rub against his own fingers, still tucked snugly inside of you.

He sighs heavily, laying his forehead on your shoulder in defeat.

You can’t help but laugh when he clumsily taps the head of his cock against your entrance in a pointed one-two beat, obviously mimicking a “knock knock” motion.

“... Trick or treat,” he grumbles.

“Go on then, help yourself,” you reply, bubbly and committed to the bit. The responding snort of laughter against your shoulder is by far the sweetest thing in the room, though.

Eager to a fault, the speed which Jayce pulls his fingers from your cunt echoes with a depravedly wet noise, teasing an aroused groan from his lips. His fingers go from your entrance to his cock in about half a second, wet fingers rubbing your slick into the soft, sensitive skin of his frenulum with a pleased sigh.

So caught up in physical pleasure, you both had all but forgotten the movie playing on screen as Jayce lines himself up, sinking in a mere half inch.

The speakers erupt with a shrill peal, soundtrack heightening with the mounting horror of the plot, and startles the both of you – Jayce jerking forward to cling to you and shoving himself forward in your cunt a few inches all at once, whine tearing from his throat.

Heart rate finally up, you let out a breathless laugh, eyelids fluttering at the sensation dragging against your walls.

“Sorry,” Jayce chokes, “I – fuck – I wasn’t expecting that, I just – You alright?”

The concern is so sweet, and so completely unnecessary.

“I am so good,” you sigh, breathy and pleased, reveling in the heat pooling between your hips at the adrenaline and slight roughhousing. “Keep going.”

Jayce’s right hand comes up to cup your chest, both arms now wrapped around you, peering down the length of your body to see where he’s filling you up, hips forging a much more gradual slide into your slick heat.

“Keep watching the screen, Jayce.”

He swallows audibly as your fingers curl around his jaw, pulling him back up to the movie.

Your hand drops to rest over his, the rough press of his callouses against your nipple making you shiver. They’re still wet from being buried in your pussy. His fingers flex, unconsciously squeezing as he bottoms out, happy trail scratching lightly against your skin.

And naturally, you wriggle your hips back against him, pinning him more firmly between you and the couch.

“Stay right there,” you whisper. “Let me keep you warm.”

In contrast, Jayce shivers against you, nodding desperately. “Yeah, yes, fuck. Whatever you want, baby, I – please.”

The thick, leaking head of his cock is rubbing decadently against the front of your pussy, pressing against the spot that makes you want to scream his praises.

But if he can exercise his best restraint to please you, the least you can do is follow through. Snuggling your back against his chest and giving his hand a reassuring squeeze, you turn your gaze back to the movie, content to tease him until its end. More of the gritty tale ticks by, minute after minute, in comfortable stillness.

It’s warm, wrapped up in his arms. Feels good to just zone, soaking in the way he’s hard and leaking inside you. You’re content to sit here all night, wrapped up in each other, just surrounded by his heat and scent and soft skin.

But the next jumpscare gets you good.

It’s so perfectly paced, hitting just as the plot is pulling you back in, leaning forward in your improvised seat with each unfolding detail. A spray of fake gore tears across the screen as the way you thought things were going is brought to a horrific end, grating noise filling your living room when the killer makes another appearance for the unfortunate group on screen.

Exciting, startling, and perfectly executed – the scare has all your muscles tensing up in shock, gasp tearing from your throat.

It’s enough to have even you, the proclaimed horror lover, reeling back to put some distance between yourself and the shocking display.

Not that there’s much room for you to jerk back, considering the wall of warm, tense muscle currently wrapped around your back, trembling like a chihuahua.

Jayce had let out a squeak that you’d chalked up as terror in moment of the jumpscare, but as his hips give a tiny jerk against your own, cock throbbing where it’s buried in you, you aren’t so certain.

And when it dawns on you, how tightly you had just clenched your entire body at the fright, a wicked grin spreads across your face. How tight you must have clenched around him, how heavenly that must have felt despite the torment his brain was taking from the screen.

Surreptitiously, you shift your thighs and shove your hips even closer back to his, truly stuffed on each and every inch of his cock.

So when the killer next flits across the screen, delivering another bloody death, you clench hard. Purely in fear, of course.

Jayce chokes on air behind you, thighs flexing against yours as he buries his face in your shoulder.

“Ah ah, none of that.” Your fingers pull gently at his jaw, coaxing his gaze back to the screen. “You wouldn’t want to miss any of the scary bits, they’re the best part.”

As if on cue, a blood curdling scream rings out from the surround sound, accompanied by a toe curling flex of your internal muscles, dragging a wrecked groan from your boyfriend’s throat.

He stays obediently watching though, ragged breaths drawing in the scent of you, hips shifting restlessly with the urge to thrust, to rut into you until he comes.

You coo, adoring, at his good behavior, stroking sugar sweet in reward through his stubble.

And so the game begins, an endless tease where he cannot thrust, but must wait for the movie to torture him to receive the mindnumbing clench of your cunt around him, like some sort of perverse Pavlovian training.

Somebody dies?

Clench.

Killer emerges from the shadows, music swelling shrilly in horror?

Clench.

You pinch his side suddenly, for a bit of amusement, shocking a yelp out of him?

Vice tight clench, drawn out with a small rock of your hips, as a treat.

The movie slides past the three quarters mark, violence and horror peaking, and Jayce is an insensate mess behind you, clutching tight.

The firm hand cupping your chest squeezes instinctively at each scare, his other arm locked like rebar over your waist, clinging to his soft barrier between the scary screen and himself.

You can feel him throbbing consistently, breath ragged, and as you continue to flex around him to the violence unfolding on screen, Jayce breaks.

Throat working around a shocked cry, his hips buck sporadically in the narrow space on the couch, eyes rolling back as he fills you up. Each drag of his cock slips tantalizingly over the sensitive portion of your front walls, painting it with his release as the thick tip firmly skates against it on each push in.

Not enough to get you there, but enough to drive you wild.

Enough to make you want more.

His moans trail into sweet whimpers, nuzzling into your shoulder, blissed out and pleasure drunk.

And said whimpers pitch up, confused and surprised and pinched with overstimulation as you continue to shift your hips, squeezing him tight as the killer on screen brandishes a weapon.

“Hold still, puppy – you’re going to keep being good for me.”

You don’t phrase it as a request.

Jayce gulps, nodding anyway.

Your hand traces over your clit, only the slight tremor of your fingers betraying your excitement.

It’s wet, your slick pooling around the base of his cock, and even more, the viscosity of Jayce’s come beginning to spill out coats your fingers.

You grind a borderline too-hard circle into your clit, hips twitching at the pleasure-pain spark.

Jayce is in a similar boat, breath catching in his throat as your cunt drags overstimulation down the length of his shaft, shiver wracking his core.

“Lemme – fuck, I wanna make you feel good, let me make you feel good, babe –” His hand fumbles down to bat yours out of the way, his index finger rubbing sweetly over your clit.

You’re in no shape to complain, heat curling in the cradle of your hips, pleasure stoking you towards orgasm once more.

His fingers are big. Rough from metalworking, but gentle in their touch. They feel divine, as his fingers part to stroke in tight lines on either side of your clit, cock still stretching you out.

Impatience is getting the better of you, and you rock your hips, searching for the last push to make your brain go blank.

And you find it, pressing the head of Jayce’s cock into the sensitive spot at the front of your walls. The pressure forces a moan from your throat, body going tight and relaxing by turn as you teeter on edge.

Jayce chokes at the renewed movement, curling tight to your back, gritting out little protests, “I can’t, I can’t, please.”

But his fingers never falter, twisting against you the way he knows you like best.

You’ve never been one to let a good deed go unpunished.

“You can,” you pant, hand shooting up to thread fingers through his hair. Dirty move, considering what that does to him.

The pleasure you gain from his shocked cry is almost as visceral as the physical feeling of his fingers and cock, honestly. He melts under a little manhandling, cock twitching inside you.

Your hips can only move so far, stuck sideways on the couch, but you’re making use of every inch, rocking back onto him to hear him keen for you.

Jayce whines when you yank his hair unthinkingly, nerves bound up in stimulation, and pleasure licks up your spine when his hips buck to meet yours.

One –

Two –

A third direct strike over your sensitive inner walls, and the pleasure broadens to a cascade, your orgasm finally tipping over to grip you tight.

Distantly, you can hear Jayce whimper as you clench tight in the throes of pleasure, hips squirming back against him, punching little ahs from your throat with each bump of the head of his cock.

It’s good enough to make your brain go fuzzy, breaths clawing down your throat as your head tips back to rest on his shoulder, final pangs of bliss rattling through your core, making you spasm around him.

Jayce’s grip on you is tight, breathing labored, leaking cock still needy.

You clasp your free hand with one of his, locked over your torso, and drag him in by the hair, breaths mingling as your lips hover the barest distance from his.

“You did perfect, Jayce, stop holding back. Spill for me, c’mon, I know you have it in you –”

You can taste Jayce’s devastated wail, his hand flexing in yours as he comes again.

His knee jerks out only to wrap tight around your legs, whole body curling tight around you as his muscles protest the overstimulation. Arms a rigid band, chest sealed to your back, squishing you with his pleasure.

Most intoxicating is the flex of his cock, filling you to overflowing in hot pulses.

Sticky, sweet, everything you could possibly want and more.

He goes lax against you as the orgasm finally lets him go, entire weight squashing you into the couch cushions.

It’s adorable. You run a soothing hand through his hair, cooing his praises and allowing him to nuzzle into your neck, wordless pleased noises uttered into the strands of your hair as he catches his breath. Large hands run over your skin clumsily, appreciating you right back, despite his current lack of a brain.

Finally, you extricate yourself slowly, carefully, breath coming out in a rush as his cock slips free, pulling a final whimper from your lover. You stand to stretch, taking care not to leak, and turn so you can look him over.

Jayce’s cheeks are rosy. You’ll have to fetch him some water, you note, admiring the mess of his hair, the shine of sweat on his biceps.

You lean in to press a sweet kiss to the tip of his nose.

“So, what do you think? Is the genre starting to grow on you?”

Jayce looks somewhere between harrowed and fucked out, gaze kinda spacey. But he gives you a wobbly half thumbs up.

You hum mischievously. “That’s good to hear, because I’m pretty sure we’re going to have to rewatch this one, I kinda missed the ending –”

“You – oh, fuck no,” Jayce can barely say through breathless laughter, burying his face in the couch cushion.

[zhongli-era]

halloween warmth

todoroki shouto x gn!reader

content warnings - dialogue heavy, fluff!!, candy, and unedited so beware of mistakes

word count - .5k

"here, you can have my candy."

you looked at todoroki with wide eyes. "seriously?"

he nodded. "yeah."

"alright! thanks!" you smiled and excitedly grabbed the candy from his orange bucket. "why don't you want it?"

"no reason. i guess i'm not used to having all this candy. i didn't trick-or-treat much when i was younger." you noticed his eyes went cold. well, colder than the cold eyes you saw normally.

"oh ok. let's share then!"

he gave you a quizzical look. "why?"

"'cause! it's halloween! have some fun! you're look so depressed all the time. maybe smile a bit tonight."

"oh. okay." he hesitantly took a chocolate from his bucket, unwrapped it, then took a small bite. "yum."

you laughed and he gave you a questioning glance. "you said that so apathetically!" you snorted. you immediately relaxed your face and tried to look as emotionless as you could and took a bite out of the candy you were snacking on.

"yum." you said as emotionlessly as you could.

"is there something wrong with that?" he asked.

"nah. just... i want to see you smile a bit today." you admitted shyly, your face heating up a bit. "you have a really pretty smile, you know."

"oh. thanks."

when you finished the candy you were eating, you attempted to throw the wrapper into the trash can from your seat.

"bingo!" you cheered as it landed in successfully. "i am a basketball genius! oh and hey do you want to trick-or-treat with me later?"

todoroki looked outside, the sight of the golden sun setting surprising him. he glanced at his phone, and it stared back at him with a good five thirty-one.

was it already that late? had the two of you really been just sitting after school hours just talking to each other?

"uh sure," he responded. "what time?"

"uhhh what time is it now?"

"five thirty-one."

"alright then we'll meet at seven by the convenience store. you know, the one where you saw me buy ramen one time. i need to grab something quickly. do you remember the location?"

"yeah."

"okay cool. i gotta go now!" you began cleaning your desk and putting your things inside your backpack. when you finished, you began heading out towards the door. right before you went out, you turned towards todoroki and waved at him. "bye, see you! seven o'clock! don't forget!"

he waved back. "i will remember."

and with that you left from his sight. he leaned back in his chair and he felt his lips curve upwards.

you made him feel many things. you made him feel warm, you made him feel happy, and you made him feel the want to make you happy too. you made him want to give everything he had to offer to you.

he didn't want much. he just wanted one thing. it wasn't anything anything impossible.

he just wanted to remain with you for as long as he could. he didn't want those happy feelings he got when he was with you to go away.

woah first post on tumblr 😳😳

ive been thinking about him a lot lately so here's a todoroki drabble just in time for halloween...

happy halloween to everyone reading!