#sero lemon

[chandralia]

*Sero and Todoroki observing bkdk*

Sero, jokingly: I want what they have…

Todoroki, hesitant: I… okay, you’re annoying.

Sero:

Todoroki: and a loser…?

Sero: I wanna kiss you so bad.

[red-riot-unbreakable-heart]

Shoto: Sero, can I ask you for a favor?

Hanta: Of course! What's up, man?

Shoto: Can you use your quirk to hang upside down from the ceiling?

Hanta: Um, for sure...but why?

Shoto: Just do it and I'll show you.

Hanta: *Shrugs* Alright. It's not like I have anything better to do today.

Hanta: *Hanging down from the ceiling suspended by a piece of tape* Okay is this what you wanted?

Shoto: Yeah this is perfect.

Hanta: Now what?

Shoto: *Grabs Sero's face and kisses him*

Shoto: I just watched Spiderman and wanted to see if the kiss was logistically possible. It appears that it is. Thanks for your help. *leaves the room without a backward glance*

Hanta: ...shit - now I'm in love with Todoroki!!

[lilspidermonkey]

Bakugou x reader Touch Chaperter VII

And what a lot of you have been waiting for, the final chapter of Touch!

Sorry it took a little bit to get out, had some things going on so I’ve been on hold for a while.

This Chapter does once again have a lemon scene, don’t say I didn’t warn you!

If there are any spelling/grammer errors, just remember, words are hard

Waking up in our own bed by your own was a little strange.

You stretch your arms out as the morning light filled your room past your blinds, the cold air making you shiver and curl in back under the blankets.

Curling in on yourself, you hugged your pillow to your chest.

As much as you liked being able to have your own space, you couldn’t help but miss the other warm body you got so customed to being with.

After the news got broken that Bakugou had finally recovered from the quirk accident, Aizawa issued that the two of you go back to the things were again.

Your desks were no longer pushed up against each other, and as no surprise, the ban was back on the two of you sharing a bed together.

Which was fine, you know why the rules were there, but it sucked.

You got so used to having Bakugou be there with you through every moment of every day.

But it also gave you a chance to have some time to yourself, which you did not mind.

You loved having Bakugou around, and you miss him, but this was also missed.

A loud ringing on your phone made you come back to reality about that you still had to deal with school.

Groaning, you peeled yourself out of bed, and got yourself ready for the day.

Yawning as you carried your bag over your shoulder and left your room, you had an arm wrapped around your shoulders, “Well, morning sleeping beauty!” Mina cheered.

You smiled, “Morning ray of sunshine.” You said back.

She grinned as the two of you walked to meet up with the others to get to school, “Soooo?” she asked.

You raised your eyebrow at her, “What?” you asked back.

She rolled her eyes, “Common, you’ve been spending all your time with Bakugou, how is it finally getting your own time to yourself again?” she nudged.

Jirou smiled with the other girls as you guys all started walking to the school together, “Yeah, considering you’ve had no time to yourself lately, must be nice.” She said.

Hagakure clung to Uraraka’s arm, “Oh! I’m sure that she misses him! They were so cute being together all the time! Right (Y/n)?” she asked.

You rolled your eyes, “I mean, yeah it’s nice having my own space, it’s good to have time to myself. But yes, I guess I still miss my time with him, but it’s not like I’m not going to have time to be with him. We do go to school and are currently living in the same place like you guys.” You explained.

Mina clung to your arm, “Aww! We sure missed having time with you (Y/n)! We should have a girls night together!” she exclaimed.

Hagakure clapped her hands together, “That would be so fun!!” she cheered.

Jirou smiled, “Sure, just try and stop the boys from joining us, Kaminari and Kirishima are always wanting to join us for gossiping and styling our hair.” She said.

Tsuyu nodded, “Speaking of hair, Bakugou is surprisingly good at styling our hair.” She said.

You nodded in agreement, “Yeah, the amount of times you’ve asked him to do your hair Tsu and even though he grumbles and complains, he still does it and does it just perfectly.” You said with a laugh.

As the group of you were chatting and laughing, you all heard a cheer, “Yo!”

Turning your head you smiled, “Hey guys.” You said.

Kirishima grinned at you and the girls, Bakugou next to him.

The two of them started walking with the group of you, “Hows it going?” Kirishima asked.

As the girls were chatting with him, you stayed by Bakugou who looked as grumpy as always.

You smiled, “You good?” you asked.

The boy huffed, “Fine.” He grumbled.

You nudged him with your arm, “Common, don’t tell me that your still mad that Mr Aizawa set the rules back?” you chuckled.

Bakugou grumbled again, “I don’t get why he couldn’t just keep it as it was, things were fine before. Shouldn’t of told him a damn thing.” He growled.

You rolled your eyes, “He would’ve found out eventually, and you gotta admit that it wouldn’t be fair if the rules were changed just for us anyways.” You said.

His only response was to just huff.

You smiled and linked your arm with his, “It’s not so bad, we can still hang out, don’t be a big baby.” You said.

Bakugou huffed, slowly pulling his hand out of his pocket to grab your hand, “How’d you sleep?” he asked in a low voice.

You leaned your head on his arm, “It was okay, cold, you gonna ask that every day?” you asked.

He growled, “Is it a crime to ask how you slept brat?” he growled.

You laughed, “How’d you sleep?” you asked back.

He shrugged, “Fine, sucked, as always.” He said.

Laughing next to him, you both separated as you both reached into the classroom.

During class you would be writing down notes and look up every now and then at your teacher who was doing the lecture, but this time something caught your eye.

Looking towards Bakugou, you saw a small pout on his lips as he stared at the corner of his desk.

You watched as he slowly moved his hand to play at the edge of the desk, fiddling with the corner.

Lifting your eyebrow in a little confusion, you kept watching as he kept fiddling with his desk, and then caught his eye as he tried to subtly look in your direction.

Though when he noticed your already staring eyes, he scowled with a pink blush dusting his cheeks, and shot back around, grumbling to himself.

You chuckled to yourself, noticing that the fiddling he was doing was because your hand used to be there for him to fiddle with when he was under the quirk accident.

He was taking this like such a big baby, you were enjoying this a lot more than you thought you would.

At Lunch you sat with the girls chatting away, while you glanced over a few times to see and overhear a little bit of the boys making fun of Bakugou and him biting back at them a bit.

 When school was out, you quickly dragged Bakugou away from the others, laughing as you both ran together, a massive grin on Bakugou’s face.

Jirou watched the two of you running off from the classroom window, “You think they’re ever going to tell us themselves that they’re in a relationship or are we going to have to tell them we already know?” she asked with a smile.

Momo chuckled, “They sure are sweet together, that’s for sure.” She commented.

Mina brought over Kirishima, “They seem so much happier together. Especially Bakugou, poor guy acts like an abandoned puppy when (Y/n) isn’t around.” She laughed.

Kirishima laughed beside her, “Give him a break, he’s finally got someone who he has strong feelings about, don’t think he’s ever had that before. I’m happy for him.” He said.

The others smiled and nodded in agreement.

 You giggled as you dragged Bakugou into the girls’ dorm, and opened your bedroom door, pulling him in after you.

The boy slammed the door behind himself, a big grin on his face, “Looks like you wanted me all day.” He said.

You lifted your eyebrow at him as he stood in front of you, “Try telling that to people after they see that sappy face you pulled during class today, or the sulking face you do the first time you leave anywhere without me.” You teased.

Bakugou grumbled as he grabbed your waist and jolted you towards him.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as the two of you kissed, desperation from the both of you.

Tongues mixed together, hands going under shirts and fingers tangling in hair as the two of you made out messily.

Bakugou shook off his blazer, and pulled yours quickly grabbing you again and locking his lips with yours

You moaned against him as he grabbed your ass, lifting you up and letting you wrap your legs around him.

He pressed you into the bed, you pulled your hands from messing his hair to unbuttoning his skirt, throwing it to the side as he did the same to you.

He bit and sucked at your exposed shoulders and collarbones, leaving marks and kisses on your skin as you ran your fingers up and down his back and arms, breathing heavily and moaning at the pleasures.

Bakugou slipped his fingers to your back, playing with your bra straps as you also started kissing and sucking on the exposed skin on his shoulders and neck.

When you bit down on the exposed skin where is neck and shoulder met, he hissed and trembled, all while unclipping your bra.

He aggressively took your bra off you and through it off to the side.

Grabbing your now exposed boobs, licking, and nibbling on your nipples.

Your head pulled back in pleasure, your body trembling.

But feeling that you were being teased too much, you pouted.

Lifting your leg, you rubbed against Bakugou’s growing tend in his pants, the boy hissing and instantly pulling back to glare at you with glossed over eyes.

You smiled at him, “Don’t tease me, we don’t have all the time in the world.” You breathed.

The boy huffed, leaning down to kiss you, his fingers gliding down the sides of your rib cage, making you tremble and your breath hitch.

He grinned down at you, “Let me enjoy having you, I haven’t in a while.” He groaned.

You sighed as you pulled him in closer to you, feeling his warmth and breathing in his smell.

But your patience was still not playing along.

You rubbed your thighs together, trying to be discreet, but from Bakugou’s grin in the kiss, not discreet enough.

He slid his hand slowly down your stomach, over your skirt you were still wearing and then underneath said skirt.

His fingers slid between your thighs that were pressed together, sliding over your panties that were already clearly wet.

Bakugou continued to keep your mouth occupied as he kept giving you wet kisses, but that didn’t stop the moans that slipped as his hand kept playing around under skirt.

He pushed his hand under your panties, so he could be direct with your wet mess.

His fingers slid inside you with complete ease, angling his hand so that he could easily finger you, while the base of his balm rubbed and stimulated your clit.

You moaned out, breathing heavily as Bakugou kept a steady rhythm, his fingers making squelching noises as they pumped inside you.

Bakugou quickened his pace, making you through your head back, arching your back as you tried to muffle your moans.

The boy grinned down at you, satisfied with the reactions he was pulling from you with just his fingers alone.

You glared up at me, grabbing the back of his neck you pulled him down and yourself up enough to reach his ear, where you liked and bit.

Bakugou’s breath hitched but he didn’t pull away, you liked to watch his ears turn pink, they were one of his weak points, and you loved to tease them.

You breathed heavily near Bakugou’s ear, purposely moaning a little in his ear.

The boy turned his head enough to side eye you; you smiled as you placed a kiss on his ear.

Both of you were becoming impatient, Bakugou sliding his fingers out of you, sliding your legs up so he was in between them.

Reaching back up, he slid his fingers up your thighs, pulling your panties down, discarding them by throwing them off to the side, and undoing your skirt and doing the same motions as the panties.

Undoing his own pants, you flushed at seeing the bulge in his boxers, but both the pants and boxers were both soon discarded as well.

Seeing his dick standing in excitement, you clutched your thighs back together and bit your lip in anticipation.

Bakugou grinned as he ran his fingers through his hair, pushing it back exposing his forehead, “Like what you see?” he asked.

You smiled up at him, “Not as much as seeing you do that with your hair.” You said.

Bakugou looked unamused, “You rather see my damn forehead than my dick standing?” he asked.

You shrugged your shoulder, “I’m a simple girl.” You giggled.

Bakugou huffed, separating your thighs, “Here says otherwise.” He grinned.

He got himself closer to you, positioning his dick at your entrance, sliding himself in, he breathed out heavily, holding back a moan.

You on the other hand was a mess, you arched your back as Bakugou began thrusting.

Bakugou groaned, and huffed, which made you squirm, “Don’t have to hold back.” You said.

Reaching up around his neck, you pulled yourself up, Bakugou grabbing you and repositioning so that you were in his lap.

Pouncing lightly in his hold you let out a huff, “Moan a little for me.” You breathed.

Bakugou stared up at you, squeezing his eyes shut as he stared pushing harder and faster into you, making you bounce.

Feeling you around him, and after your words, he groaned, letting out little deep moans.

Hearing his pleasures, the once you were feeling intensified.

Intertwining your fingers in his hair at the back of his head, you tugged a little, pulling his hair and head back a little.

He shivered as he smiled at you.

But you were too lost in the heated sex to give much of a response.

Bakugou leaned you back, your hips still high up on him as your upper body were laying on the bed again.

Getting on his knees, he pushed harder and faster, you could feel yourself nearing your climax, you clutched at his arms that held your hips.

Feeling this, Bakugou leaned over you again, keeping his fast pace.

Groaning and moaning you could both tell you were going to climax.

Bakugou leaned down and chomped down hard on your shoulder, making your legs clench on Bakugou as you held back a scream of pleasure, riding out your climax.

He kept thrusting and your scratched hard and deep into Bakugou’s back, his breath shook as he pulled out and his hot seed spilled out on your stomach.

You both breathed hard, the hot activity taking a toll on the both of you.

Bakugou cleaned up your stomach and your wet pussy with tissues that you had beside your bedside.

He laid next to you, laying his arm out and looking at you.

You smiled and cuddled into him, you loved his smell, it wasn’t something you could describe properly, it was sweet and comforting and warm, and just him.

Bakugou rubbed his face on top of your head, smelling your hair, “You smell so nice.” He said.

You giggled, rubbing your face into his neck.

He pulled back to look at you, “What?” he asked.

You shook your head, “Nothing, I was just thinking the same thing.” You said.

Bakugou smiled and growled grabbing you and tossing you in the bed playfully as you laughed.

 Going back down to the common room after a shower and clean clothes, you stretched your arms.

You hummed, cuddled up in one of Bakugou’s hoodies, “Gonna steal this one for a while, it’ll help me sleep for sure.” You said.

Bakugou scoffed, “At least you’ll get to. None of your shit will fit or would I be caught dead in.” he said.

You chuckled, “Well, when I eventually give it back and take a different one, this one will smell like me, and then you’ll have little trouble right?” you said.

Bakugou lifted an eyebrow in thought and then nodded, “I guess you could keep lending them to you.” He said and put his arm around you.

Seeing the others gathered in the common room, they smiled, “Look who it is!” Kaminari said.

Bakugou growled at him, but you were surprised that he didn’t take his arm off from around you.

The red eyed blond glared, “Shut your face, dopey.” He spat.

Hagakure skipped over, “Common, you two really going to not tell us what’s up with the two of you?” she asked.

Momo shook her head, “Don’t make fun of them.” She said.

Todoroki looked over from the couch, “Maybe they’re just in the habit now thanks to the quirk Bakugou was under. Habits can stick around.” He said.

You smiled, “Well, I guess that’s not too far off.” You said.

Kirishima smiled, “It’s good to see you guys happy.” He said.

You smiled and Bakugou looked down at you, grunting, and then looked back over to the others, huffing, “Why wouldn’t we be? We’re very happy together.” He stated.

Everyone seemed to freeze, including you.

Blinking a few times, you glanced up at Bakugou, too stunned to speak.

Sero cleared his throat, “By together, you mean…?” he trailed off.

Bakugou grumbled, “Yes dumbass, we’re together, got a problem with that?” he asked, pulling you closer to him.

You flushed pink, not expecting Bakugou to confirm your relationship to the others so fast.

Looking up at him, you could see that his ears were dusted pink.

You smiled to yourself at Bakugou’s subtle embarrassment.

The girls circled you and pulled you away from Bakugou in excitement, while the guys circled around Bakugou.

Mina hugged you while jumping, “I’m so happy for you guys!” she called, running over to Bakugou with excitement.

Jirou patted your back, “Good to see that you two were able to tell us, we weren’t sure when you guys were going to tell us.” She said.

You rubbed the back of your head, “I feel like this is way too much, but thanks for the support, guys.” You said.

Kirishima put his hand on Bakugou’s shoulder, “Dude, that was so manly.” He said, tears running down his face.

Mina wrapped her arm around Bakugou’s neck, bringing him down so she could tussle his hair, “Our little Bakugou is growing up so fast!” she called.

Bakugou growled and shoved her off him, “Get off me, the lot of you!” he called.

 When things finally settled down, it was once again time for bed, Iida made it very strict especially when it was a school night.

To which Bakugou had no complaints about, he liked going to bed early.

Saying your goodnights, you and Bakugou shared a private moment with no one in sight to kiss and hug before going your separate ways.

Going back into your room, you got dressed into your pjs, set your alarm and crawled into bed.

Snuggling into Bakugou’s hoodie, you hummed and tried to fall asleep.

About an hour or two later you woke up, you groaned, trying to snuggle back into your pillow and the collar of Bakugou’s hoodie.

But you were stuck with being dead tired, but not being able to sleep.

Huffing you sat up, swinging your legs out of bed, you seared for your discarded pants, slipped on some shoes and went out onto your balcony.

Sighing up at the night sky, you saw your breath flow out into the night.

A thought popping into your brain, you bit your lip.

Deciding that you weren’t going to be able to sleep for now, you decided to break a few rules.

Climbing up to the roof, you sneakily made your way across, your quirk being a good help as you climbed down the other side of the dorm.

Landing on a balcony you smiled, going to the doors.

Pulling out your phone, you sent out a text,

 ‘Wakey wakeyy’

 You heard the dings of a message go through, but after a little bit you got no response.

You pouted, typing away on your phone,

 ‘Wake up sleeping beauty!

Hey

Bitch I swear to god

WAKE THE HELL UP’

 You sent over and over again.

Before you sent anymore, you finally got a response.

 ‘Wtaf do you want!? I’m trying to sleep bitch!’

 You grinned,

 ‘Hurry up and look out on your balcony

I’m freezing my ass off out here

Soon there won’t be an ass for you to grab’

 Soon the drapes covering the inside of the room pulled back.

You smiled and waved at the boy who looked surprised.

Bakugou opened the doors, “What the hell are you doing?” he asked.

You shrugged, “You going to let me in, or are you wanting to loose this ass you like grabbing all the time?” you said.

Bakugou huffed and grabbed you to bring you inside.

You shivered a little as you walked inside.

The boy crossed his arms, “You wanting another round or something?” he asked with a smug look.

You lifted your eyebrow, “Is that all you think about?” you scoffed.

He stood there, dropping his arms, “What’re you doing here?” he asked.

You shrugged, “Breaking the rules?” you grabbed his hand. “I was having trouble sleeping, and I just wanted to come and cuddle.”

Seeing you giving him the puppy eyes, the boy gave in with a sigh.

Smiling at his defeat, you dragged him over to the bed, taking off the pants you knew you were going to lose in your sleep anyways, something Bakugou wouldn’t be surprised by at this point.

Crawling into the warm bed, Bakugou joined you and wrapped his arms around you and you cuddled back.

Sighing into each other’s holds, you finally felt like you might be able to sleep.

Bakugou tugged on his jumper that you were wearing.

Looking up you gave him questioning eyes.

He smiled, “Don’t want to exchange this for something else?” he asked.

You scoffed, but smiled as you sat up, taking off the jumper and the top you were wearing underneath.

Bakugou slid his shirt off over his head and handed it to you.

You slid the shirt on and displayed it for him, “You feel better now?” you asked.

The boy smirked, “Do you?” he asked.

You rolled your eyes, “Your boyfriend shirt kink. I swear to god.” You giggled.

Bakugou cupped your face with his hand, “You love it.” He said.

Leaning into his hold, you hummed, “I love you.” You said.

He smiled, “Me too.” He said, leaning you down to kiss you.

Going back down you cuddled with him, your face in his neck, and his cheek on your head.

You bit your lip, “That was beyond cheesy and cringy.” You said, stifling a laugh.

Bakugou huffed a laugh, “Couldn’t agree more, sappy bitch.” He said.

you slapped his chest lightly as you both chuckled.

Watching his chest raise and fall as he breathed, you stared tracing a circle on his skin, “I was surprised that you just told everyone like that.” You mumbled.

The boy hummed, “Didn’t want me to?” he asked.

You shook your head, “It’s not that, I’m happy about it, I was just surprised. I thought that you wanted to keep it a secret until you felt comfortable with it.” You said.

Bakugou nudged your head so you would look up at him, “I am comfortable. You make me comfortable.” Seeing you smile he pressed his head against yours. “Besides, I wanted them to know that you are mine. I don’t want to see anyone trying to put the moves on you whatsoever.”

You hummed, “I’m pretty sure that when word gets around, even if someone had feelings for me, they’d be too intimidated by you to even try for me.” You said.

Bakugou nodded, “That’s the point.” He said.

You shook your head, “You’re an idiot.” You said.

Bakugou smiled and kissed your cheek, “I’m your idiot.” He said.

You grinned, “Ah so you admit that you’re an idiot then, good to know you’re aware of it.” You teased.

Bakugou grumbled and tossed you to the other side, playfully wrestling you.

You knew that things would get messy in some areas, with Bakugou being the jealous type, but you knew all too well that if a girl you didn’t really know got too close to him, you would be too.

There are going to be a lot of bumpy roads along the way, but you knew that you and Bakugou really do love each other, no matter how much that makes you cringe, you would never deny it.

You were both happy, and you were both going to do your best to keep each other happy.

                                                     __The End__

[manjirosanosgf]

Stuck With Me - S. Todoroki

Chapter 1: I TEXTED HIM

M.list

Kirishima finished his notes but he wanted you to text Todoroki so you’d finally make SOME progress

No one else wants to ask Todoroki for his notes again because they’re scared it’ll turn into a Bakugo situation

Sero and Bakugo always make bets but Bakugo always wins

When you threw your phone, you ended up making a light dent in the wall

No one could come up with a gc name so Denki made one, Kirishima added the emoji

Anytime Denki says something that irritates you, you block him as a joke and get the same reaction everytime

Also don’t question why only some of you are on a first name basis!!

A/n: First post, it’s a bit rushed but next chapter will be better!

The formatting was such a struggle for me to figure out… I tried other ones but this way looked the best to me

Let me know if you would like to be added to the taglist!

Taglist: @serxndipity-ipity-blog @lemon-lav

[alphyser]

Random things in my MHA DR about 1-A!

Mineta was originally part of the class, however during the quirk apprehension test at the start, he got the lowest score and that Aizawa noticed him acting creepy so he acted on his threat to expel someone and gave Mineta the boot. That way, it'd also serve as a warning to others.

Mineta was actually hilarious though on first day. Actually made me crack up a lot, especially since I also have a dirty sense of humor. But then he he tried to peek under Yaomomo's skirt and the illusion was shattered. (For a moment I thought he could've been great </3)

I unironically voted for Sero during the class rep elections. Him and Yaomomo had a tie and he dropped out of the nominations saying that Yaoyorozu should be the vice-representative for 1-A over him. (Sero is such a sweet soul in my DR.)

Bakugo Katsuki, despite having fashion designers for parents, only ever dresses in the most basic clothing. Black compression shirts and sweatpants are his go to and when he feels like it he sometimes wears graphic tees and jeans. But he also criticizes others a lot on their fashion sense. (He one time straight up scolded Mina for an hour because she wore a shade of yellow that didn't go with her skin tone.)

Sato, without fail, will always have a box of some type of sweets on him. Man is a god send. He brings like this little lunchbag and he has two tupperwares of sweets. One time he had these donuts and each of them were a cool new flavor I've never seen before, like a raspberry donut with candied bacon, it sounds gross but he makes it taste good somehow.

Most Sundays, Aoyama usually goes out to visit this stray kitten in a park near U.A. He feeds all the time too. He has little cat treats in his bag always. He doesn't even like cats that much, but he sees himself in the kitty. Weak and can't do anything about it (Aoyama deserves better.)

Sero makes the MEANEST avocado salads ever. Like actually godsent. It's avocados, tomatoes, red onions, bell peppers, cucumbers, cilantro, parsley, garlic, black beans, jalapeno, lemon juice, olive oil, salt and white pepper, and queso fresco all tossed together. (Yes, I memorized the recipe because I wanted to make it in my CR 😭)

Oddly enough, Koda sleeps really loudly. Like he snores, talks in his sleep, grinds his teeth, even clears his throat sometimes. He fell asleep in the common room once on a sat evening watching Princess and the Frog with Tsu and my god, everyone in the first floor could hear it, even on the second floor only it was a little more muffled.

Iida dresses wrong. Not bad, wrong. He doesn't dress ugly, in fact he's one of the most well dressed in 1-A. The issue is, he never knows what outfit for when so he either always ends up overdressed or underdressed. We went out to get groceries and he was wearing a first date outfit (He looked fine asf but like for groceries?? 😭)

I don't know how it happened but for some reason, Monoma and Yaomomo are friends. Like not frenemies or just acquaintances. Like real actual friends. They hang out sometimes and gossip with Kendo. He even tones down the 1-A hate passion canon in her presence, it's actually amazing to see.

[herblay]

Cocktails I would make for class 1A (with Shinsou, minus Mineta bc I simply wouldn't, and with Monoma because I love him)

Sorry that's a particularly deranged concept, I mean this later in their teens/adulthood in that 8 year gap where they're putting up w Bakugou's begging them for money to make Deku a hero. Not when they're the baby age of like. 15. Don't drink kids. Idc really but like it's apparently not good for u. Then again what they went thru would drive me to drink even more. I was originally going to make all the cocktails in this post but I do not have all that liquor on hand and I don't love you guys enough to buy allat. (also psst I hate some of the cocktails on this list)

Iida: You may think the answer is nothing but I beg to fucking differ. He is a distinguished gentleman of society (cough cough rich bitch) and therefore I would make him a very classy Negroni. I personally do not care for vermouth and therefore am not super fond of them, but I feel like this is the level of distinguished cocktail suitable for Mr. President.

Yaoyorozu: No cocktail, a glass of dry white wine yes though. Probably a nice Sauv Blanc (my wine of choice). Classy, crisp, and wonderful. I originally had her as a red wine gal but I think a dry white suits better.

Todoroki: Dark n Stormy. This is one of my personal old standbys, and Todoroki seems like he'd be a rum guy. Ginger beer has the nice kick to it, and the layered effect jives with him. I think this is a great cocktail.

Midoriya: Tokyo Tea. Come on. Had to use Midori for his. It's only right. I actually don't really like this cocktail, it's too sweet for my tastes, but it's an incredibly sweet cocktail that packs one hell of a punch in bright green– tell me I'm wrong about this. I dare you.

Kirishima: I love him too much to give him a Bloody Mary. He'd have a Cosmo. Because much like that cocktail he was unfairly forgotten about by Horikoshi HORIKOSHI WHERE IS MY SON Infinitely fun to drink, fun to make, and always looks wonderful. Peak.

Kaminari: Carbonation is the name of the game. Kaminari seems like he'd enjoy something a little fizzy a little bubbly. And I thought about a Moscow Mule for him, but a limoncello spritz is the far better option. It's bright yellow, very summery, and very fun to drink (allegedly. Idk. I don't like sweet cocktails, as established. But I'm a good host and I think he'd like em.)

Mina: CLOVER CLUB BECAUSE IT'S PINK AND DELIGHTFUL (seriously if you make any cocktail in this list. It's a fucking delight. And it is pink and has a nice foam and a great touch of acidity. Perfect for Mina).

Sero: A Penicillin. Idk why. The vibe came to me and I think it's correct I just don't know why. It's smoky and gingery and is a great vibe for a rainy day. I like this for him.

Jirou: Espresso martini. I literally hate making these but it really suits her. They're also, much as it pains me to admit, a wonderful cocktail. But I made them once for my friends and now it's the request 24/7 and uh. Bestie they're not exactly a quick and easy drink to make. Anyway. She'd like one. I promise.

Satou: He's a sugar guy, so a piña colada would be right up his alley. Not a super quick drink to make if you're just making one, but a super easy drink to prep if you're making a batch of em, and rum is THE sugar liquor. Not a super fancy and sophisticated cocktail, but that's hardly a bad thing. It's friendly and accessible and always welcome (like his baking).

Shinsou: THE Corpse Reviver No. 2. I was saving this one for Aizawa but objectively this is correct. Absinthe rinse MANDATORY. I like using Cocci Americano Blanco instead of Lillet Blanc for this, but really both are great, I just balance out the Lillet's added sweetness with more lemon. But yes.

Monoma: Cocaine.

Tsuyu: Queens Park Swizzle. It's like a more whimsical mojito, it's light, refreshing, and literally impossible to dislike. Got a touch more depth than a mojito as well (which is fitting for Tsuyu, she's best girl, I love her dearly).

Ojirou: I am not gonna lie the extras are hard to nail down. He seems like I would give him a vodka cran and forget about him. (Even as an adult. Idk man I really don't care about him) (Sorry to the like. 2 Ojirou fans out there. I just. Do not get him very much)

Aoyama: I am NOT giving him a French 75. 1 because that's too easy and 2 because this boy is a Mai Tai if I ever saw one. Fruity and camp. And also because I made a sparkly Mai Tai (with a rim I set on fire) for my friend's birthday and I think that was the most Aoyama drink ever.

Koda: Okay so I think Koda would not be a big drinker but I would share my edibles with him. A weed gummy or two. We could make it work.

Shoji: Mezcal Paloma. Packs a punch but it's got more depth and nuance upon the second sip. Mezcal in general is a very Shoji spirit icl. Got that slightly intimidating front to it but has a lot of texture and depth beneath the surface. We love you Shoji <3

Tokoyami: I wanted to give him a Jungle Bird just because. Funny. But let's be real he's a Death in the Afternoon type of guy. And pssst here's a secret I fucking love that cocktail. Absinthe, champagne, and that's about it. The other option is the Necromancer, which is my actual favorite cocktail ever, but it's a touch too floral.

Hagakure: Capirinha. A mostly clear cocktail that genuinely is nearly impossible to screw up. Tastes lovely, is surprisingly distinct for a lime + liquor cocktail, and is an all around vibe on a hot summer day. Felt right for Hagakure, she's one of the lighter characters.

Uraraka: Tbh I'd just share a beer with her, she seems like the type to be down to chill with a beer and some bar snacks, but if ANYONE deserves the honor of getting a French 75, it's her. Friendly and bubbly, but packs one HELL of a punch. I love you Ochako. You deserved SO MUCH BETTER (I'm still so fucken distraught at what happened with her and Toga man. Her as a quirk counselor was the only good bit in the epilogue.)

All Might: is probably getting a glass of warm milk at the bar lbr but he seems like a Long Island Iced Tea type of guy (and that fits with Midoriya's in a very cute way now that I think about it. Damn. Didn't even do that on purpose but I'm happy abt it now).

Aizawa: Sazerac! The licorice notes are really strong in the ones I make, and an absinthe cocktail fits for him.

Bakugou: Is getting water. He would simply never do any drug and would probably freak at the concept of caffeine (I do not care about canon if it contradicts me) (He went to bed at 8pm as a teen that boy is probably never setting foot in a bar much less getting drunk bless him) (He has important things to do) (And money to save to finance his sugar baby I mean rival)

[kittyfuckincheshire]

HIS FAVORITE THING TO DO IN BED

MHA x READER ONESHOTS FLUFF,LEMON

Shoto Todoroki-

He likes to tease you,rubbing his hands up and down your body, in between your thighs, he likes to watch your body shake and shiver in anticipation.

Bakugo Katsuki-

He likes to bite your neck and push you down, he likes feeling your soft flesh between his lips, he likes to hear you moan and grab his hair.

Izuku Midoriya-

He is really sweet,he will kiss you all over and literally worship you, had a bad day? don't worry he has snacks and a favorite drink ready for you before you lay down and then when you do lay down he gives you a massage until you fall asleep.

Tokoyami-

He likes to finger you until you feel like you can't breath, rubbing his fingers on your clit, while thrusting his deft fingers inside you, curling and scissoring you. Blissfully stretching you out while placing soft kisses and pecks.to your neck. The feeling of your back arching against his chest makes him wild. He loves to dominate you and is very kinky.

KIRISHIMA-

He likes to fuck you in missionary pose,so he can look at how happy hes making you,He also likes to kiss you roughly to feel you pant, he'll also rub your sides as he fucks you hard.

DENKI-

Hes hesitant about touching you so he always wears condoms, even on his finger so he doesn't accidentally shock you. You dont mind though,he loves it when you suck him off, he loves the feeling of your tongue along his veins so Much that he spasms when you lick his shaft somtimes.

SHINSOU-

he loves tying you up and edgeing you over and over until your begging him to let you relese. Mans a tease and he can't deny it. Sometimes with your consent he'll use his quick to help you relax after a hard day, he'll even experiment incorporating his quick into sex if you wana.

SERO-

He loves to fondle your nipples and boobs, yep he's a boob guy. He likes to feel your flesh in his fingers while he stands behind you and kisses your shoulder and neck drawing moans from you. I kinda feel like he would be into bondage but that's up yo yall.

SHOJI-

He likes to eat you out while kissing and fingering you. He's gotten so good at controlling his limbs that it drives you insane while your in bed. Hell kiss you with.his real mouth while licking your clit with one of his limbs and fingers you with his hands. He will go to ex stream lengths to male you feel good.

lIDA-

He was never the one to "fuck" around in bed. Kiss,fuck and done. He never really does it for his own pleasure, but on occasion when he gets horny, he'll tie you up and slam you against the head rest.

DABI-

He likes to grind against you to tease you, and turn him on. You can feel his cock against you while he does this begging to be freed and it drives you crazy. Also this !an loves to bite you and give you hickeys all the time weather your in bed and alone.or your sitting at the bar he will be sticking and biting your neck. No shame.

SHIGIRAKI-

He likes tying you up and controlling you. He likes to see you try to hold BA k your emotions and control your self. !and a tease at times, and he loves it when you cock warm him in bed weather its in bed or while he's gaming he loves it.

HAWKS-

hawks loves to fuck you hard while useing his feathers to rub circles on your clit and tits, he loves it when you suck him off and look at him at the same time. Sometimes he'll let you preen his feathers in bed but usually he's focussed on your pleasure.

AIZAWA-

Will finger you while he sucks on your neck and he's got your hands tied up behind your back fucking you hard loves pet names like kitten and loves it when you call him daddy or sir. He's definitely one that will give you over stimulation and multiple orgasam denials before he lets you cum.

HIZASHI-

He's a loud guy even in bed hes constantly telling you how good you are for him and calling you pet names like songbird or sunshine. He's kinda like a bunny in bed he's got stamina but he is also really rough to it kinda like the perfect balance with him.

Sorry guys for taking so long to post this I had a bunch of shit happen this month and I kinda forgot to post so here is a new one for y'all to gobble up.😽

[whitegoldtower]

Cursed Idea me and my good lady wife thought of…

🎀Skyrim Characters and their Tesco Meal Deal of Choice 🎀

Ancano: Starbucks Caramel Latte, Fruit and Granola pot, Prawn Sandwich (and a strawberry ice elf bar)

Ondolemar: Red Bull, Sausage Roll, Pepperami (and a 50g of amber leaf from the baccy counter)

Elenwen: Kombucha, sushi, grapes in a pot (she also swerves to the back of the shop to get a cheeky mini prosecco)

Cicero: chicken caesar wrap, chocolate milk, cheese strings (and a blue raspberry lost mary)

Teldryn Sero: coke zero, all day breakfast sub, king sized twix (and a pack of L&B ciggies)

Neloth: doesn’t get the full meal deal, just gets a lemon iced tea, some satay chicken skewers or a giant veggie samosa and then sneaks out around the side of the shop to get a bump of sniff from the nearest junkie

[adminbryantsaki]

Masterlist

This is just the list of spices I plan to write a story associating with the spice. The list includes: spices, herbs, and other dried fruits or flavors you may find in your parent or grandparent’s pantry. There will be some spices or herbs grouped into one category so I don’t end up writing more than the 31 stories I want to do for this month. I’d also like to thank my mom for helping me pull together this list of spices that she has shown me how to use in the wonderful meals that she makes.  These stories will be themed for My Hero Academia. All  the characters in these stories belong to Horikoshi Kohei. If this isn’t your cup of tea, blend of spices (haha in this case), or brew of coffee, move on. Reader discretion is advised.

Paprika- Sero Fluff.

Garlic- Fatgum Fluff

Onion- Tamaki overeating, weight gain, button popping

Star anise- Shouta- ABO

Basil- Hizashi- Naga, oviposition, ABO, aphrodisiacs, non-con.

Black pepper- Kurogiri- Monster fucking.

White pepper- Oboro-in the shower.

Caraway- Shouta- Springtime rut

Chili pepper- Hizashi- coming home from a long trip.

Chives- Fatgum- Road trip/ pulling off to the side/ semi-public.

Cilantro- Oboro/Kurogiri- Caretaker/nurse (Stockholm syndrome.)

Cumin- Shouta- Camping trip/ in a tent.

Turmeric- Gang Orca- Bodyguard- in the tour bus.

Dill (and dill weed)-  Oboro/Kurogiri- Camping trip.

Fennel seed- Fatgum- hand job.

Mustard (ground, powder, and seed)-Hizashi- Camping trip

Oregano- Shouta- summer rut.

Parsley- Gang Orca- On a cruise ship

Salt (kosher, black, plain salt, iodized, Himalayan/pink)- Oboro/Kurogiri- On the beach.

Rosemary-Shouta- Fall rut.

Thyme (lemon thyme too)- Hizashi- on a forest trail

Sage- Fatgum-aftercare.

Tarragon- Shouta- winter rut.

Truffle- Kurogiri- in the kitchen.

Cardamom- Oboro- on cloud nine.

Dried fruits (Apple, orange, pineapple, mango, banana, blueberry, strawberry, apricots, dates… any others that I’m missing are thrown in here too) -Hizashi-  Cock ring and cock warming.

Mint (and Peppermint/spearmint too) -Oboro/Kurogiri-  aftercare

Vanilla- Shouta- aftercare.

Citrus( lemon, lime, orange, grapefruit.) – Hizashi- aftercare

Dried dandelion and nettle- Gang Orca- aftercare.

Pumpkin pie spice (Cinnamon, nutmeg, ginger, cloves, and allspice.) – Eri- trick or treat.

@chaos-night @reciproburstbaby @suzuki-violin-school

[potionpeddlerpatchy]

hi patchy!! does sero have any nicknames for you and vice versa?

Ooooo what a fun fun question! I actually, for once, have an answer for this!!

So, Sero calls me 'mi corazon' so much that if (and when) we have kiddos they assume that is my name for the longest time.

I sometimes, jokingly call him Tangerine, as that's his favourite snack (and he, in turn, calls me Lemon). But I mainly call him the usual pet names like sweetheart, pet, love, and stuff like that.

But yeah 😊💛

[red-riot-unbreakable-heart]

Shoto Todoroki x Reader | First Kiss ❄️🔥💋 PART 5

Part 1: Linked Here | Part 2: Linked Here | Part 3: Linked Here | Part 4: Linked Here

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Ship: Shoto Todoroki x Fem Reader! 💋

Genre: Fluff, Romance, S*xual Tension, Making Out, Smut

🚫🔞THIS IS AN ADULT BLOG CONTAINING EXPLICIT CONTENT. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, A18+ ONLY.🔞🚫

CW: MDNI!, A18+, kissing, romance, sexual tension, spicy scenes, lemon, hand job, vague references to Shoto being abused by family, reader experiences anxiety

Link to My Master List

Your alarm wakes you from a restless sleep. You blearily slap at your phone until it stops beeping and you sit up in bed.

Deep in your bones, you feel upset.

But why? Your fuzzy brain can’t seem to put all the pieces together from the night before. Then in a flash you remember – the text. The sweatshirt. YaMomo.

Oh, right. You had drifted off around 4 am after hours of agonizing and pacing around your tiny dorm room.

Maybe it was all just a weird dream? You reach out your hand and grope along your side table until you find it – Shoto’s phone. You scoop it into your arms and tap it to reveal his bland blue-sky screensaver. There are two texts on the screen – one from you, and one from Momo Yayarozo.

Momo: “Hey Shoto, you left your sweatshirt in my dorm room yesterday evening. Come pick it up tomorrow? Good night.”

Okay so this is really happening. For what feels like the billionth time, you review the facts in your head.

Fact #1: Shoto and Momo are friends. They have always been fairly close and supportive of each other.

Fact #2: Shoto left some clothing in Momo’s room. And it’s a sweatshirt – not a super strange piece of clothing to leave in a friend’s room, right? But regardless, the text indicates that Shoto has physically been in YaMomo’s room.

Fact #3: Momo is hot. That feels relevant to list out here. But you don’t know if Shoto personally finds Momo hot, which is an important detail in this investigation.

It’s probably nothing…but you can’t help the way that a nervous knot forms in your stomach as you re-read the text message for the umpteenth time. Momo and Shoto have always been…close? But how close?

An image forms in your mind of Momo, her beautiful curvy figure leaning over Shoto during a seemingly innocent study session….You shake your head. No! These are your friends! You can’t assume the worst of them. Also, didn’t you seduce Shoto during a “study session” just last night? It seems a bit hypocritical to look down on someone else for doing the same.

You resolve to confront Shoto about this in the morning, to ask him for an explanation as to why Momo is currently in possession of a Todoroki sweatshirt. As you get ready – putting on your uniform, doing a quick skincare regimen, and brushing your hair - your mind swirls with questions and more than a little doubt.

You open your closet and reach for a box of protein bars that you’ve stashed at the bottom, breaking open the box and grabbing a chocolate chip bar for your breakfast.  You toss the snack into your bag alongside Shoto’s phone. Your emotions are all twisted up in the worst way. You’re simultaneously anxious and angry. But what exactly you’re angry about, you can’t put your finger on – are you angry about the situation, about Shoto’s potential two timing? Or are you angry at yourself for agonizing over the whole thing? You’re not completely sure, but you know for a fact that your lack of sleep isn’t doing anything to help.

Scowling, you march out of your dorm room and through the common area, ignoring the various “good mornings” of your friends as you go.

“Damn what crawled up Y/N’s ass and died this morning?” you hear Sero say loudly to Mina and Ochaco as you trudge down the stairs and out onto the quad. You’re too sleep deprived and pissy to care.

As you walk, your phone buzzes in your pocket. You fish it out and look at the screen where a barrage of texts alerts take up residence on your bright lock screen. It’s your group chat with Toru and Mina, appropriately labeled “Girlie Squad.”

Toru: Y/N! What’s the deal!?

Mina: Is everything okay?

Toru: So totally rude of you to ignore us!

Mina: You look like death.

You ignore them; you don’t have the wherewithal to make up an excuse for your sour mood. You make a mental note to respond before class so they don’t suspect that anything too crazy is going on with you. Your phone buzzes again, and you’re about to text the group to back off when you notice that – oh! It’s Honenuki this time.

You open the message and see that he’s linked you to a new song. You click through and it brings you to “This Must Be the Place” by the Talking Heads. You type out a quick text.

Y/N: You moved on to the 80s?                    

Honenuki: Ha. Yeah, 80s New Wave is the vibe this week. You like the Talking Heads?

Y/N: Yeah I’m a fan. “And She Was” is a favorite of mine.

Honenuki: A woman of taste! How’s you’re week going Y/N?

Y/N: Eh kinda crappy. Classes have been crazy, and I’m in a bad mood. You?

Honenuki: *typing*

Honenuki: Yeah the hero course has been tough lately. Maybe this will help.

He sends you another song, this time its “I’m Walking On Sunshine” by Katrina and the Waves.

Honenuki: A serotonin boost. Don’t let a tough week take away your sunshine, ‘kay? Hope the day gets better!

Y/N: Thanks dude, hope you have a good one too.

You smile down at your phone. Huh, Honenuki’s actually kind of cool. You’ve got a sneaking suspicion that Class B isn’t as bad as Monoma’s immature behavior has lead you to believe. As it turns out, they’re all sort of normal. The anxiety is still bubbling around in the pit of your stomach, but having so many friends be concerned about you lessens it a tiny bit. Mina, Toru, Honenuki. It’s nice to have people looking out for you. You hope that after the conversation you’re about to have that Shoto can be a member of that list.

You have a feeling you know where Shoto is this morning, and you’re determined to confront him there.

You walk across campus in the early morning sun, dew sticking to your shoes as you plod across the damp, freshly mowed grass. You come to one of the training gymnasiums and let yourself inside. The ground floor is comprised of a gym entirely dedicated to the peers in your year. It has a ton of exercise equipment and training gear, and is open most hours of the day.

You push open the big double doors to the gym and find Todoroki in the far corner. It’s extremely early and it looks like Shoto is the only guy from your year who chose to get some reps in this morning.

He’s wearing athletic gear – basketball shorts and a tight fitting tank top – and he’s covered in sweat. He shines in the lowlight of the gym, skin glowing as he bicep curls a massive free weight in each arm. He looks like a Greek god, his physique is glorious and his muscles flex with practice skill. If you weren’t so upset, you’d worship at his feet.

He hears the door open and looks up with a start, uncurling his arms in a way that shows off his workout pump. Fuck his body should come with a warning label like: Caution: Extremely hot, do not approach unless you’re prepared to drop your panties.

“Y/N?” He says with wide-eyed surprise. He moves to put down the weights and reaches for a small white towel. He wipes the sweat off of his gorgeous brow and looks at you, confusion in his eyes. You don’t typically lift in the mornings, and you’re already in your school uniform.

You approach him briskly, your steps precise and sharp as you maneuver around various machines and pieces of workout equipment. Your steps echo in the expansive space.

“What are you doing here?” He asks, tilting his head to the side like a dog. He’s so cute you almost forget that you’re mad at him. Wordlessly, you reach into your bag and pull out his cell phone.

“Oh, my phone.” He says blankly. “That’s right, I left it in your room, didn’t I?” He reaches out and accepts the cellular device from you. “Mr. Aizawa caught me on the staircase, so I couldn’t come back to get it. I got a detention, but I don’t think it will be too bad. Thank you for bringing this back to me.” He slides the phone into his short’s pocket without a second glance.

“Did you come to workout with me?” You see there’s a hint of eagerness in his face. He slowly turns around and looks to a pile of free weights in the corner. “What weight would you like to start with? I can go get some for you.”

Before he can turn to walk away, you reach out and grab his shoulder. You feel the definition in his muscles and it makes your knees weak for a moment. Goddamn, girl. Get yourself together here. Cut to the chase.

“Why is YaMomo texting you?” You ask, trying to keep your voice level. “She said you left your sweatshirt in her room.”

Shoto doesn’t seem phased by this. He calmly removes his phone from his pocket and opens up his messages.

“Oh, she did text me. Thanks Y/N.” He types something back to Momo and hits send before pocketing the phone once more. You stand there in disbelief as he acts like nothing odd has happened.

“You’re in your uniform. Do you want to go and change? There’s still plenty of time before homeroom if you want to get a few reps in. I can spot you if you want to do some deadlifts.” He says helpfully, using the towel again to wipe off his perfectly formed shoulders. “I never see you workout in the mornings, did you come just to see me?” He smiles mischievously, but you can tell that he’s genuinely thrilled that you’ve joined him.

“Shoto.” You say, ignoring his offer. “Why did you leave your sweatshirt in Momo’s room?”

“Hmm.” His expression crinkles a bit as he thinks back. “I guess I must have taken it off while we were studying. Her room is pretty stuffy. She has way too much furniture crammed into her dorm. I told her she should get a smaller bed.”

“So when you were with her…you were just ‘studying’?” You prompt, annoyed that he doesn’t seem to grasp the gravity of the situation here. Is he trying to pull one over on you?

“Yes. We did a short review of the quadratic equations we’ve been working on in class this month. YaMomo put together a review session for Kaminari, Jiro and I. Well mostly for Kaminari, but I still found the material helpful.” He stretches, hands behind his head. “Would you like to join our next math review? Momo makes quite a good teacher. She’s a great friend for organizing so many study groups.”

You look at him in disbelief, your jaw hanging open. Oh my god. OH. MY. GOD. Did you stay up half the night blowing A TEXT completely out of proportion!? Holy crap did you just spend hours worrying and agonizing and imagining fake scenarios over absolutely NOTHING!? You’re enraged with yourself. How could you let one tiny text absolutely destroy you like that? You’re supposed to be a level-headed hero! And right now you’re acting like some kind of lovesick middle schooler. Grow the fuck up Y/N! This is not how a normal person acts!

You’re absolutely spiraling inside, ashamed of the way you’ve been absolutely tearing yourself apart worrying that Shoto had two timed you with Momo. How silly. How ridiculous. Shoto and Momo are both you’re friends and somehow your horny Neanderthal brain made them both into enemies at the drop of a hat. You feel like an awful person for thinking of Shoto and Momo in such a horrible light.

“What’s wrong?” Shoto says slowly, bringing you back to reality. Your head is absolutely spinning. You’re exhausted and shaky, anxiety still coursing through your veins. Shoto shuffles forward to get a closer look at you, concerned. He reaches out to put a hand on your waist. “Are you not feeling well?” His voice is tinged with concern and he’s looking at you with such warm eyes it makes you want to die.

“I’m feeling fine.” You snap, and Shoto instantly flinches away at your sharp tone. He recoils almost like a child that’s been admonished. His exposed fear at your harsh words makes you feel even sicker to your stomach. It makes you wonder again at how he’s treated at home. You have so many emotions flowing through you at once that you aren’t sure how to respond. Embarrassed, exhausted and unsure of yourself, you turn and walk away.

“Y/N – wait! What’s wrong?” He calls after you as you quickly weave around the gym equipment.

“I’m fine.” You say again in a clipped tone, not having the strength to look back at him.

You leave Shoto confused and alone in the large space.

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You stomp your way to the classroom building. Your stomach is riling and you have too many emotions to count.

You text Mina and Toru in your group chat. You send them a vague excuse about waking up on the wrong side of the bed or some shit. Mina responds that she didn’t sleep well either and Toru sends a heart emoji. You assume all is forgiven.

Much to your class’s surprise, Recovery Girl is standing in Mr. Aizawa’s usual place when you all arrive.

“Does this mean what I think it means?” Toru whispers as she takes her seat. You ignore her, still stewing. You can’t make sense of your feelings right now…why are you so damn angry? You’re certain that Shoto is telling the truth – it was just a study session in Momo’s room. You could easily ask Kaminari or Jiro to corroborate his story.

It’s not the study session that’s making you angry though…it’s the way you stayed up all night obsessing about Momo and Shoto’s friendship. The potential hookup. What it would mean if Shoto was seeing other people, despite your discussion about keeping the intimacy monogamous.

You’re embarrassed and ashamed. And now you’re even more abashed of the way you spoke to Shoto.

“Hello class. Aizawa had to take the morning off to attend to some personal matters, so we’re going to dive into our first Sex Ed lesson today ahead of your English class.”

The class groans.

“Don’t worry everyone, this one is quick. It’s just a stepping stone to our larger conversations.” She says kindly, peering up at them through her thick glasses. “Today we’re just going to chat about interpersonal relationships, specifically about how boundaries and strong communication can lead to stronger relationships. This is going to play directly into your friendships, into your hero work, and, eventually, into intimate relationships as well.”

“Who knows what a boundary is?” She looks around expectantly, but no one raises their hand. Everyone is too nervous to engage. She sighs. “Alright, well to start: when we set a boundary, we establish clear limits or guidelines about how we want to be treated. We may define what behaviors are acceptable to us or not. Can anyone think of a good example of what a boundary may be?”

Uraraka raises her hand. “Could a boundary be asking someone not to call you a certain name? Like if Midoriya told Bakugo that being called ‘Deku’ was crossing a boundary for him, it would be wrong of Bakugo to continue using the name, right?”

“Keep my name out of your mouth, pink cheeks!”

“Sounds like Bakugo is crossing the name calling boundary already!” Mina calls out mockingly, and Katsuki looks at her with eyes full of fire and brimstone.

“Settle down! Yes, Uraraka. That’s a good example of a boundary. Boundaries can also be physical or emotional. I’ll give some applicable examples: during training you may feel the need to tell your sparring partner that you aren’t comfortable with your face or chest being touched. In a friendship, you might set a boundary with that person requesting that they not share private personal information about you with other friends. In a dating relationship, you may set boundaries surrounding physical intimacy. The boundaries you set depend on your feelings and needs, as well as the relationship. The most important part of boundary setting is clear communication. Be direct about your feelings and need for a boundary, and don’t be afraid to verbally reiterate to reinforce the boundary. Any questions?”

You see Shoto’s hand lift towards the ceiling. You look over at him and your stomach rolls.

“Yes, Shoto?”

“Say a friend is mad at you, and you’re not sure why. Can I set a boundary in the future requesting that they be direct with me and communicate their feelings as clearly as possible?” He looks straight ahead, careful not to meet your eyes.

Recovery Girl’s mouth quirks a bit. “That is…an oddly specific question.”

She thinks about it for a moment then smiles at Shoto. “But yes, setting clear boundaries surrounding your communication needs is perfectly reasonable. A good step would be to meet this friend in a neutral area and to request that they have an open and honest conversation with you about how they are feeling and why. Tell them that in the future, you would like to have an open line of communication with them and that it upsets you when you don’t understand their feelings. Be sure to underscore that you want to understand them better, and you care about them. Of course, it is important to note that sometimes your boundaries will not be considered or respected. Your friend may not be willing to sit down with you and have a conversation. All relationships are complex and everyone has their own needs that they want met. The best we can do is be respectful of one another and try to approach difficult interpersonal situations with as much empathy and grace as possible.”

Shoto considers this, and nods with understanding.

“Does anyone else have a question about boundaries?”

Mineta raises his hand but begins speaking without being called on. “I think we all know that my boundaries are to see as much of the girls’ boobs and butts as I can. If the ladies of the class could all respect my boundary by having their assets on display as much as possible, it would be much appreciated.”

The lesson ends there.

Mineta is sent to the Principle’s office and Recovery Girl gives them a long lecture about respect and body autonomy. Present Mic comes in halfway through to start his English class. One look at Recovery Girl’s angry face is enough to send him packing, and he doesn’t pluck up the courage to come back and begin his class until 15 minutes have elapsed.

You think about Shoto’s question and feel a stab of shame. Shoto isn’t the best at understanding people, and he comes from a volatile home life where it sounds like his father’s anger is often weaponized. Of course he’s hurt and confused at your seemingly mysterious anger towards him. You wonder if he’s full of anxiety as well. You really shouldn’t have just left him in the dust this morning.

You glance over at Shoto, but he’s still staring straight ahead. His eyes are focused on Present Mic and the chalkboard, but they look a little glazed over. He’s not taking notes. He’s clearly deep in thought about something. You wonder if he’s thinking about you.

Crap, you really screwed this one up.

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The rest of the day goes by pretty fast. There is the usual blur of classes, training, sparring and lunch. Mr. Aizawa reappears for combat training later in the day. He does not share an explanation as to where he has been. Instead, he doubles down on training and makes everyone work twice as hard as usual.

Shoji lays you out on your ass during said combat training and you’re absolutely sure your legs are going to bloom with bruises later on. He apologizes profusely but you shake it off and tell him it was a great throw. The way you had flown through the air must truly have been a sight to behold, as other students are taking a break from their work to come and check that you are okay. Shoji, still incredibly embarrassed, offers to take you to Recovery Girl for a quick once-over.

You catch Shoto’s gaze watching with concern from across the room where he’s sparring with Tokoyami. The momentary lapse in his attention allows for Dark Shadow to hit him square in the chest. He falls back on his own ass and blinks up at Tokoyami with wide-eyed shock.

“You’ve been woefully distracted lately, Todoroki.” You overhear Tokoyami say to Shoto as he pulls the fallen hero back to his feet. “Is everything okay?”

You feel a mixture of shame and embarrassment pool in your stomach as you realize that you’ve been ruining Shoto’s focus. An anxious, terrible thought creeps into your brain…maybe Shoto is better off without you tangled up in his life. You’re a distraction from his hero training, and he from yours. Plus, you’ve most definitely hurt him with the way you jumped to conclusions and then left him to sit with your angry vibes. Maybe for Shoto’s sake…maybe you need to break this off sooner rather than later? You shake your head in an effort to clear the thought from your mind.

“Y/N…are you sure you don’t want to go to Recovery Girl? You’re definitely going to have some nasty bruises from the way you hit the ground.” Shoji tries one more time. You wave him off, starting to get annoyed at the way everyone is dotting on you. Your nerves are absolutely fried.

“No, no. It was my fault for not breaking my own fall. I need to be more careful. Let’s go one more time – but give me a second or two to practice my counter move so we can see if it would be effective against your dupli-arms.” Shoji nods and squares up to you, giving you a moment to collect yourself and get into a position with more leverage. You train together for a few more rounds of sparring before Mr. Aizawa comes around and adjusts your posture to better protect your body from damage. You’re annoyed at the correction, but grateful for the advice.

After combat training, you shower and roll back to the classroom for your final lesson of the day – math. Ugh. You settle back into your desk, taking out your notebook and pencils and trying to convince your brain to cooperate for one last hour.

During the class, Mina passes you a hot pink post-it note that has two quick sentences scribbled out in her neat script: “Stage Two: Rendezvous in the Library at 8pm. Be sure you aren’t followed.”

You roll your eyes at her and tuck the note into your book bag. Mina’s flare for the dramatic could be the thing that blows this whole party operation; you need to keep her in check. You pull out your planner and scribble a quick reminder to meet up with Mina, Toru and Nieto in the evening.

You’re tired and angsty and anxious – to be perfectly honest, you’re not in the mood for a dose of party planning and strategy tonight. In fact, you’d rather take a second, longer shower and spend the evening brooding in your room. You need to figure out how you’ll make things right with Shoto. And you need to determine if hooking up is posing for too much of a distraction to you both. You return to your quadratic equations, morale low and enthusiasm for math crumbling.

The day ends unceremoniously. You pack up your bag, stuffing your notebooks and pens into the small book bag as best you can. Your math textbook peaks out at the top and you can’t zip it all the way. You want to throw it at the wall, you’re so frustrated. What a shitty day it’s been.

Your phone buzzes as you walk through the door. You open it up to see a text from Shoto.

Shoto: Y/N. I don’t understand why you’re upset with me. Will you walk with me back to the dorms so we can discuss your feelings?

Ugh. You totally knew this was coming. You turn and see Shoto packing up his own bag back in the classroom. There are a few other stragglers from Class A – you watch as he attempts to hang back. He looks up at you and finally catches your eye. He looks sad, his expressive eyes shining with more than a little hurt. You nod at him before turning back down to your phone.

Y/N: Of course, I’ll wait for you outside of the classroom.

You loiter outside the classroom door for a moment, nodding at your classmates as they pass through the threshold and make their way back to the dorm building. Shoto is the last to exit; his fine brown leather backpack slung over one shoulder. The bright afternoon sunlight shines through the hallway windows and dances upon his fair face. It highlights the bright scar that encircles his left eye, giving it an almost fiery glow. He’s so gorgeous he could be a model.

“I saw you got your ass kicked by Tokoyami today.” You try to joke, but the comment just comes out lame. The two of you start making your way towards the exit, the sunlight streaming across your bare arms and wrapping you in a glow of warmth. The feeling is oddly comforting. You take a few steadying breaths as you prepare yourself for a tough conversation.

“Yes. I was distracted. I saw Shoji throw you to the ground and I was worried that you were hurt.” Shoto says, straightforward as ever. He fixes his gaze on the hallway ahead, not daring to look over at you.

A flicker of anger and madness licks at your insides. You try taking a deep breath to keep your emotions at bay, but you almost can’t help yourself when you snap out: “You can’t worry about me like that. I can hold my own in battle. I got into UA on my own merits, after all.” A beat. “You need to trust that I can handle myself.”

You’re on edge and upset at yourself, and once again today you’re taking it out on poor Shoto. “I’m not some damsel in distress. I’m going to be a hero.” You say with feeling, adjusting your backpack so the straps don’t dig into your shoulders as much. Damn, you’ve got too many books crammed into this thing.

Shoto is silent for a moment. He turns to stare out one of the large sunlit windows, gathering his thoughts. You give him some time. He takes a deep breath before he turns back towards you, his eyes bright.

“You’re right. I’m sorry Y/N. Is that why you’re mad at me – do you feel that I’ve been underestimating your abilities? Because I assure you its quite the opposite. I hold you in such a high regard, you are nothing but impressive to me.” He turns so he can focus his full attention on you, his mismatched eyes fit to burn a hole through your heart. The kind words roll off of his tongue sweet like honey, and you believe him. He thinks so highly of you. You’ve always known this. And yet, you needed him to repeat it. You need to be reminded, or else the anxious thoughts will have you in a chokehold.

“I truly think you are amazing.” At his words, the prickly anxious energy surrounding your heart and mind dissipates a bit.

“Shoto…I’m not mad at you. I’m not even sure how to explain why I was so dismissive of you this morning.” You say, trying your best to pin down a few of the swirling thoughts in your mind.

“Can you try?” He asks softly. “Recovery Girl said that I should be direct and ask questions. I would like to have an open line of communication with you, because I care about you and it has been hurting me all day that I can’t understand the way you’re feeling. Are you willing to discuss this?”

“Of course Shoto.” You say, trying to come up with the right words to describe your feelings. Your whole body aches from your sparring session with Shoji, and you’re so tired you feel like you could shut your eyes and fall asleep where you stand. Talking about feelings is the absolute last thing you want to do right now, but Shoto deserves an explanation and an apology. You try to adjust your backpack straps again, but it does nothing to alleviate the stiffness in your back.

“Here, Y/N. I know you’re a strong hero and that you can hold your own, but please let me help you with your backpack. It looks uncomfortable.” Shoto reaches out and slips the backpack strap off your shoulders. You feel instant relief – you lift your arms high over your head and feel your shoulders crack as you stretch out the muscles.

“Thank you. I’m not feeling my best.” You continue to run through some basic stretches and roll out your muscles as you explain how shocked you were to see the text from Momo come through the night before. “I wasn’t snooping on your phone, I promise. I would never violate your privacy like that. But I flipped it over and saw the message. I misinterpreted Momo’s text…I thought that when she said you’d left your sweatshirt in her room…well I thought it implied that the two of you had hooked up.”

Shoto’s eyes grow round with surprise, his eyebrows shoot up into his neat two toned hair. “You thought that Momo and I…?”

“Yeah. My imagination and my anxiety went into overdrive and I was up all night wrecked with worry.”

“But Y/N, I told you that I only want to be intimate with you. What reason would I have to lie to you?”

“Anxiety is a brutal thing. I spiraled out of control and assumed the worst. And then when you had a perfectly reasonable explanation for why your sweatshirt was in her room…I was ashamed at how upset and needy I let myself get over the whole thing.” You hang your head in shame, unable to look him straight in the face. “I was up most of the night anxious about the situation and I let it consume me. I was mad at myself, and I took it out on you. I’m so sorry Shoto, that was wrong of me.” Your eyes focus on the floor beneath you.

“Y/N.” You feel Shoto’s hand reach out to take your own. It’s his cool hand – it feels refreshing to have your fingers wrapped around each other in the sunny glare of the wide UA windows. “It’s alright. I’m not upset with you. That makes a lot of sense, and now I understand why you feel the way you do. But I hope you believe me when I say I only want to be intimate that way with you.” He rubs his thumb across your hand lightly, the gentle touch sending goose bumps up your arms. “I like Momo as a friend – but that’s all. I promise.” He squeezes your hand lightly, a physical manifestation of his assurance.

You look up into Shoto’s face and his gaze is open, warm. He repeats: “I’m not upset with you.”

“But you should be!” You burst out, nerves still buzzing. “I was so cold to you this morning, and I clearly hurt your feelings.” You pause, your emotions welling up and bubbling too close to the surface for comfort. “And…and I’m too much of a distraction to you. Ever since we started hooking up, you’ve been less engaged in class and in training. I just can’t stomach the thought of holding your hero training back because you’re too focused on me.”

This is clearly not what Shoto was expecting you to say, because his mouth hangs open in surprise. He stands in the hallway, flabbergasted.

The hallway is silent, save for simple notes of birdsong wafting through a nearby open window.

Shoto looks at you now, narrowing his eyes. “Hey, Y/N…I am going to ask you a question and I don’t want you to think I’m being demeaning here. But…when was the last time you had a full night’s sleep? You look exhausted.”

You blink at him, confused for a moment. But then you realize its true – you’re utterly drained and you haven’t gotten a good nights’ sleep all week. In between late night study sessions and your hookups with Shoto, you’ve really been burning the midnight oil. And then, of course, there’s the way you’d kept yourself up the night before agonizing over the text from Momo…

“It’s been a while.” You say slowly.

“I think that maybe you need to relax a bit. I’m not mad at you. You’re not distracting me. In fact, you’ve done nothing but enhance my life since we’ve started seeing each other more…intimately. You let me just be myself around you. I can’t convey to you how much that’s helped me lately. I need you to believe that.”

You nod. He’s being far too kind to you.

Shoto uses his free hand to check his phone for the time. You see his boring blue sky phone background light up briefly before he re-pockets the device.

“It’s 4:00 right now. Do you have time to rest before dinner?” He asks gently, squeezing your hand again.

“Yes. I don’t have anything planned until 8 o’clock tonight.” You say, thinking back to Mina’s note.

“Good. Then I’m escorting to your room and enforcing a mandatory nap.” He uncouples your hands and marches forward towards the dorms. You follow behind; head foggy with a mixture of exhaustion and relief. Shoto isn’t mad at you.

Within minutes, you’re back in the Class A dorms. Most of your classmates are scattered across the campus – fitting in some last minute training in the gym or working through homework in the library. You feel guilty – you should be in one of those places, too. You need to work towards your goal of becoming stronger, becoming a hero. You voice these concerns to Shoto as he leads you through the empty hallway and towards your dorm room.

“Heroes need rest, too.” He says simply, dismissing your worries with a wave of his hand. “How can you become stronger if your exhausted?” He has a point there.

You turn your key in the lock and push your door open. The two of you enter the tiny dorm and you lock the door behind you. Shoto places the two backpacks on the floor near your desk and turns to you expectantly.

“Where do you keep your comfortable clothes?”

“Um, in the second drawer on the right.” You direct.

He moves to your dresser and opens the aforementioned drawer, drawing out a pair of cream-colored sweatpants and a grey tank top. You don’t have the heart to tell him that the pieces are not a matching set. He tosses the outfit in your direction and tells you to change. Meanwhile, he grabs the water bottle off of your nightstand and walks to your tiny bathroom to fill it for you. You hastily change in his absence and throw your worn uniform in your hamper for washing.

Shoto returns with a full water bottle and a damp cloth. He sets the bottle back on your nightstand and tugs you to your bed. You pull down the covers and climb up into the fluffy monstrosity, tucking your cold feet under the covers.

Shoto climbs up with you and sits next to you. He brings the cloth to your face – it’s damp with warm water. He lightly dabs at your cheeks, eyebrows and forehead, refreshing your skin in an insanely sweet gesture. “My mom used to do this for me before I went to bed.” He mumbles under his breath. “It always helped me sleep better.”

When he’s done, he presses a kiss to your forehead. You flush at the tenderness of his actions, overwhelmed with gratitude but feeling unworthy of his gentle attention.

“Drink some water.” He says before sliding off the bed and moving to ring out the cloth in the bathroom sink. You oblige, grabbing your water bottle and taking several large gulps of the cool liquid.

You feel ten times more relaxed than you had in class today. The loose clothes feel comforting on your aching body, and your face feels fresh and clean from Shoto’s attention. You lay your head down on your soft pillow and exhale deeply.

Shoto exits the bathroom, shaking the excess water from his hands.

“I’m sorry to be such a burden to you, Shoto.”

Shoto looks at you with a piercing gaze, almost angry.

“Y/N. I care about you – it is not a burden to take care of you when you need it. All I ask is that you are more open with your feelings next time. Don’t bottle things up and keep me in the dark.” He walks over to his book bag and reaches inside to grab one of your English class books – The Great Gatsby.

“Alright…I can be more open with you for sure. I’m sorry I was so harsh and mysterious this morning, I was processing too much and I got myself all worked up thinking that you and Momo had…well, you know.”

“Momo and I are good friends. You and I are also good friends but we have a more intimate relationship. There is nothing to be jealous about. As I said - I don’t care for Momo in the same way that I care for you.” He states simply, climbing back up beside you with his book in hand. “Here, turn onto your side and I can use my quirk as a heating pad on your back like last time.”

“You sure? I don’t need you to go to all this trouble…” You trail off as you feel his calloused hand works its way under your tank top. He spreads his fingertips wide as he cradles your lower back in his powerful hand. You feel him slowly start to modulate his temperature and the heat feels delightful against your aching muscles.

“Let me do nice things for you. I want you to relax. Now close your eyes and take a nap – I’ll wake you up before dinner.” He settles in next to you and you turn onto your side to give him better access to your back. He adjusts his position and props himself up against a few of your plushies. He flips his book open with his free hand and starts to read, brow furrowed in concentration.

You drift off, drawing comfort from the heat of Shoto’s left hand. You feel your muscles relaxing into his warm touch, the pains of the day melting like butter on a hot plate. You stretch out your legs into a more comfortable position and bury your face into your pillow.

“Thanks Shoto.” You sigh, letting your heavy eyelids drop. You feel so comfortable and safe; it’s not hard to let yourself fall into a soft, dreamless sleep.

True to his word, Shoto wakes you up two and a half hours later with a gentle shake of your shoulder. You blink up at him, bleary eyed. He smiles down at you, eyes soft as ever. It’s funny that you’ve never really noticed this – his face can be so blank and stoic, but all of the emotion shines through his pretty mismatched eyes.

“Did you have a good nap?” He asks, pressing a kiss to your brow before getting to his feet.

“Yeah…I feel like a totally new person.” You say. And its true – you feel refreshed and 90% better than you had earlier this afternoon. Your training aches and pains are still present, but have subsided a bit under Shoto’s gentle heat. Shoto hands you your water bottle and encourages you to take a few more gulps before getting out of bed. You indulge him, making a show of draining the bottle before you slide out from under the covers. You stand and wrap your arms around him, resting your head in the crook of his shoulder. “Thank you Shoto.”

Shoto returns the hug, taking care to run his hand up and down your back in a comforting gesture. “We take care of each other.” He says simply.

“How’s the book?” You ask as he breaks the hug and walks to his backpack, tucking his copy of The Great Gatsby amongst his notebooks.

“I finished it.” He says, scooping the bag up and onto his shoulders. “I don’t want to spoil the ending for you, but I’ll say this – it’s not a happy book.”

“Oh. Well I wasn’t really looking forward to it anyway. I much prefer sci-fi to the classics.” This seems to surprise Shoto, his eyebrows quirk up into his bangs in a gesture that’s rapidly becoming familiar.

“Sci-fi? Wow, I learn new things about you every day.” His tone is filled with surprise. “You’ll have to lend me one of your favorites sometime.” He checks the time on his phone, his factory default background glowing in the lowlight. “I should get going so I can drop my bag off in my room before dinner.”

“Hold on a sec – can I see your phone?” You hold out your hand, palm open. He looks at you for a moment, curious.

“Is this something to do with YaMomo again?” He asks, handing you the device.

“Not at all – I just noticed you have a basic-ass phone background. I think we need to change it to be more you, ya know?” You say, opening his Internet browser app and going to Google images.

“Oh, I’ve never really thought about that before.” He says, leaning to look over your shoulder curiously. “What are you thinking?”

“I feel like lately when we talk you’ve revealed that you like ocean creatures. That whale pillow on Pinterest? The Squirtle plushie? You seem to really like the sea vibe.” You say, typing a quick prompt into the search bar under Todoroki’s watchful eye.

“Huh, that’s true. I find the ocean to be very calming. And the creatures are usually cute.” He wraps his arms around you from behind as the image results populate on the screen. “Oh – I like that one a lot.” He points at a tiny thumbnail image and you click to expand it. It’s an old Lisa Frank design depicting two dolphins leaping out of crystal blue water. The art features a rainbow background of colorful corals and palm trees. It’s vibrant and filled with energy, and seems to fill Shoto with excitement as he buzzes behind you eagerly.

“Oh, I like that one too! All the colors are really nice. Let’s see how it looks as your phone background.” You smile as you save the image and set it as Shoto’s phone screen. He gives you a brief squeeze around the middle as he hugs you, bringing his chin down to rest on your shoulder as he watches you work your tech wizardry. You feel warm and fuzzy inside – Shoto is truly opening up to you. It feels like each day you chip away at his stoic exterior to reveal bits and pieces of his true self.

You hold up the phone and he unfurls an arm from where he’s holding you. He brings the phone to his face and smiles down at his new technicolor dolphin lock screen. You reach up a hand to cup his cheek tenderly and he leans into the touch.

“Thanks, Y/N. I really like this.” He says, turning his phone every which way to admire the artwork. He’s always surprising you. You’re happy he’s starting to get comfortable showing off his true self.

“Of course, Shoto. You should surround yourself with things that make you happy!” You feel your stomach growl and you remember that dinner is only minutes away. “We should really get going, shouldn’t we?” You both laugh as your tummy rumbles again.

Shoto unwinds his from around your stomach and gets to his feet. “Mind checking to see if the coast is clear? I’ll drop off my bag in my room and then see you at the common area.”

“Sounds like a plan.” You slide off the bed, unlock the door and peer out into the hallway. Thankfully, there’s no one in sight. You have a feeling that most of the class is already down in the common area assisting with dinner preparations.

“All clear.” You give Shoto a goofy little salute before opening the door wide for him to exit. He smiles and leans down to place a kiss on your cheek before booking it down the hallway. He hits the staircase and he’s out of sight in a blink of an eye.

You smile and head back inside your room, moving to change into a top that better matches your sweatpants. It feels nice to be taken care of. You wonder how Shoto knew exactly what you needed in order to feel better. Sometimes he seems so…out of touch. And yet, as soon as you need something he seems to lock in and know just what to do. You suspect that’s the true mark of a hero – seeing someone in need and figuring out a way to help. Who would have thought that Shoto Todoroki would become your own personal hero!?

In the dorm, Class A takes turns cooking with everyone rotating meal prep responsibilities. Tonight, Bakugo, Kirishima and Ida are handling the meal and you know it will be delicious. For some reason, Katsuki has some insane cooking skills. The smell of cooking vegetables wafts up from the kitchen and your stomach growls again in response. You leave your room, ambling down to meet the rest of your class in the kitchen area.

You feel much lighter, much happier. Shoto Todoroki is a goddamn prince of a man.

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“Alright, Mineta. We need you to do this for us.”

It’s 8:05 pm and you, Toru, Mina, Nieto Monoma and Minoru Mineta are all holed up in a study room within the Geography section of UA’s oversized library. Nieto purposefully chose this location for your clandestine rendezvous because “no one at this school studies goddamn geography, so it’s the perfect secret meeting spot.”

Mina had invited Mineta with a secret post it note as well. She had passed him a hot pink note in between classes. The note had implied that the two would be having a private meeting to discuss the “raw romantic tension between them.” Needless to say, Mineta had been extremely disappointed to find you, Toru and Nieto all waiting alongside Mina in the geography study room.

After a few not-so-sincere apologies, Nieto and Toru had gotten right to the heart of the matter and explained their master plan and Mineta’s potential role in it. The small purple classmate had listened intently; nodding as Toru unrolled schematics and Nieto explained timing and strategy. He seems genuinely interested in the party plot, and for a moment you think that he might say yes and help you all pull this off.

“What’s in it for me?” Ah, there’s the kicker alright. He looks around at you all expectantly.

Mina crosses her arms and stares him down. “The gratitude of our class and the joy of knowing you helped out your classmates.”

“No way. I want something out of this.” He rubs his hands together, scheming. “If I’m going to participate in this crazy ass plan so that you all can throw some stupid party, I better get something out of it. So here’s my price - 7 minutes in heaven. With each of you.” He looks at Mina challengingly.

“First of all – that’s 21 minutes in heaven. And second of all – majorly GROSS!” Toru bursts out, turning to you for confirmation. You shake your head in disgust as well, ready for Mina to jump in and negotiate terms.

“Absolutely not.” Your pink friend says, her antenna bristling.

“You’re not really in a position to be negotiating, are you?” Mineta leers up at you all. “After all, you need something from me. You should be grateful I’m even thinking about helping out with your crazy scheme considering how much trouble you got our class in last time.”

Mina makes a sour face. Honestly, he kind of has a point.

“7 minutes in heaven is off the table. Name something else.” She spits out, her dark eyes murderous.

“Fine. I get a kiss from each of you. And I get to grope Hagakure’s ass at least once.”

“What!! Why my ass!?” Toru explodes, waving her arms in upset.

Mineta salivates. “Because I have no idea how juicy it is. Just give me one good squeeze so I can truly know.”

“You absolute perv!” Toru roars, reaching out to grab Mineta and give him a good thrashing. You catch your friend’s invisible hands before she can rain down terror on the little miscreant.

“Hey you’re the ones who want to play Spin The Bottle and watch our classmates kiss. You’re just as pervy as me.” Mineta levels you all with a superior look. “I bet Monoma here is getting something good out of this deal, so why shouldn’t I?” He gestures up at Monoma, who up until now has stayed completely silent. This is all part of Mina’s strategy. Ahead of the meeting, she had advised Nieto to keep his talking to a minimum since its likely Mineta wouldn’t trust him.

“What are they promising you in exchange for your help?” The little creep asks Nieto.

“That’s none of your business.” You say, squaring up to your classmate. You decide to play into his insecurities. All’s fair in love and war, right!?

“Look, Mineta. We need your help to get this party off the ground. You’re the only one who can do this job, and it would mean the world to all of our classmates if you went through with it. You’d literally be hailed as the coolest guy in our class. Isn’t that enough? You don’t exactly have the most social clout at the moment.”

Mineta looks at you for a long minute, clearly weighing all of his options. He seems unfazed by your comment about his “coolness” factor.

“Nope. I want whatever he’s getting.” He points at Monoma, who gives him an unhinged look.

“You Class A stooges are so entitled!” He booms, laughing a bit maniacally. Mina smacks the back of his head to give him a hard reset.

“Stay with us, Nieto.” She turns back to Mineta. “Okay in the spirit of transparency, we are helping Monoma get a kiss during Spin The Bottle. To keep things fair, we can guarantee one kiss for you as well. Tell us who you want to kiss, and it will be delivered upon successful completion of work.”

“Heh.” Mineta smirks evilly. “Fine, I accept your terms. For my kiss I choose…Y/N!” He points directly at you, blood dripping from his nose.

You look at your friends and shrug. Unenthusiastically you say: “Fine. Why not.”

“My ass thanks you.” Toru squeaks out, covering her behind with invisible hands. Nieto glares down at Mineta in disgust, but lets you continue to do the talking.

“If this will get our party off the ground, I’m willing to do it.” You look down at Mineta. “Here are the conditions – It’s gonna be a single kiss. Lips closed, no tongue. No groping. No touching. Lips only. Got that?”

Mineta nods eagerly. “Don’t worry. Once you get one taste of these lips, you’ll be begging for more.” He turns back to Mina, awaiting instructions. “So what do you need me to do?”

You all return to the dorms forty minutes later, with plenty of time to get back to your separate rooms before the curfew takes effect.

A battle plan has been drawn out, and commitments have been made. You have a sour taste in your mouth at the thought of your eventual kiss with Mineta, but sacrifices must be made. After all, the fate of the party of the century hangs in the balance.

You make a mental note to make sure that Shoto is cool with all of this – after all, it would be super hypocritical for you to be jealous of Shoto’s non-existent relationship with YaMomo, and then to turn around and give another guy a peck on the mouth.

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When you finally make it back to your dorm, you’re riding an absolute high. You and your friends are planning the biggest secret party in UA history, and with the kickass strategy you all have developed, you anticipate the whole thing going off without a hitch. Monoma truly is a genius – you can’t wait to see his tightly orchestrated plan come to life. The man truly loves pulling all the strings behind the scenes.

Thanks to your nap, you’re feeling a bit more rested and energized. You text Shoto.

Y/N: Hey Shoto, you up?

Shoto: It’s only 9. Of course I’m awake.

Y/N: Have time to come through? I want to properly thank you for taking care of me earlier.

Shoto: I just finished some homework, I can come over for a bit before curfew.

Y/N: Perf! I have the perfect idea of how I can return the favor and TAKE CARE OF YOU! 👀

Shoto: I’m nervous. The all caps coming from you is aggressive.

Y/N: That was supposed to be cute and flirty 😉 Don’t be scared!! ☠️

Shoto: Ok. I’ll be down in 5.

True to his word, Shoto arrives in a timely fashion. He slips through your unlocked door like a ghost in the night.

“Hey, Y/N. How was your meeting with Mina and…?”

His jaw drops in surprise when he looks up to find you in nothing but your bra and panties. It’s a matching set – midnight blue and lacy around the edges. You’re feeling bold.

“I was trying to think of a way that I could properly thank you for taking such good care of me earlier…” You trail off, reaching behind him to turn the lock to your door.

“…And I came up with an idea. Get on the bed?” You ask sweetly. Shoto wastes no time obeying your request. He hurriedly scrambles onto the bed with the speed of a teenage boy who’s been promised a sexual favor. You climb up after him, lifting the hem of his t-shirt suggestively.

“Clothes off.” You say, tugging at the shirt a bit to see a flash of his perfect stomach before dropping the fabric from your fingertips.

Shoto doesn’t need telling twice – he strips, pulling the shirt over his head with lightening fast reflexes. His perfectly toned abs glow under the fairy lights, and you lick your lips at the sight. He hurriedly slips his sweatpants down his hips and takes them off one leg at a time, still managing to look graceful despite his frantic energy.

He throws his pants out onto the floor, out of sight. He’s wearing a pair of loose grey boxer shorts, his hardening cock already visible through the thin fabric. You reach out a hand to trace along the outline of his pulsing member, causing him to get even stiffer under your teasing touch. He looks down at you with that heaven-piercing gaze. Perfect.

You lean towards him, ghosting gentle kisses along the curve of his pale neck.  “What do you want Shoto?” You breathe wetly into his ear, running your hand down his bare chest. “Tell me, and I’ll make it happen.” You hear Shoto’s breath catch in his throat at the implication. An open ended offer is a valuable thing – you wonder how he’ll use it?

“I’m thinking…maybe you could do that thing with your hands again?” He says sheepishly, pupils blown wide as he watches you palm at his dick over his boxers.

“You mean a hand job? Are you asking for a hand job?” You say, laughing, as he blushes crimson as his hair.

“I guess I am.” He says, breathing shakily. He leans down into your hair and mumbles “It feels so much better when you do it. I’ve been trying to replicate it on my own but…it’s just not the same.”

You smile. “I can definitely do that for you. Tell me, how badly do you want it?” You ask in a tone that’s barely above a whisper. You squeeze his package lightly over the boxers. He almost moans at the touch.

“I want it…so badly Y/N. Please.”

The light begging sparks something in your core and you’re already so wet you fear you may soak through your panties. Again. Wow, this is becoming quite a bad habit of yours.

“Take off the boxers.” You command softly, and Shoto accommodates – stripping down to nothing. Once again, here is thisa beautiful man buck naked in your bed. It’s enough to make you see fireworks behind your eyes.

He sits there, fully exposed, his cock hard and laying flush against his taught muscled stomach. You long to reach out and take him in your hand, but you know you know you need to be patient.

“Shoto, you said you’ve been trying to replicate the hand job I gave you?” You ask amiably. He nods. “I want you to show me how you like to do it on your own. Show me how you touch yourself, Sho.”

He glances up at you uncertainly through thick lashes, looking between you and his cock with trepidation. “Are you sure? Would that not be…weird?”

“Not at all!” You reassure him. “It’s the best way for me to learn how to pleasure you. I want to see what you like so I can add it into the mix. It’s like hero training – we need to learn from each other to be the best we can be.”

This analogy makes perfect sense to Shoto, who understands the importance of training. “Alright. If it would help. But I feel pretty self-conscious right now.”

“That’s perfectly understandable.” You say, placing another string of kisses to his jawline. “Try not to be too nervous. Remember - we’re just having fun and exploring, right?” You pause. “Plus…it would be really fuckin’ hot to see you jerk yourself off in my bed. So know that I’m completely and totally into this. If that helps.”

This makes Shoto smile. “It actually does help.” He laughs softly, turning his head to capture your lips in a brief smooch.

“Right.” Shoto says, drawing in a shaky breath. He looks at you nervously, before glancing down at his erect cock once more. He reaches for it, wraps his fingers around himself and gives a light tug. You watch as he slowly starts stroking at himself, concentrating a bit more on the head here and there. He glances up at you from time to time, letting his eyes roam across your breasts and the gentle curves of your hips.

You move the straps of your bra off your shoulders, giving him a bit of a show before you reach behind you to unclip the bra all together. You toss the fabric to the floor in what’s rapidly becoming a familiar gesture with Shoto. His breath hitches in the back of his throat as his eyes take in your perfect breasts. He picks up his pace, jerking himself off in a succinct rhythm as his eyes devour your chest.

“Come here.” He groans. You scoot towards him in the bed.

“What do you want?” You ask, voice soft but demanding.

“I want your breasts in my mouth. Right now.” He says, not breaking stride as he continues to work at his rock hard cock.

You reposition yourself so that you’re slightly above him and you lean forward. He can’t help himself – before you’ve settled into a comfortable position, he’s captured one of your nipples in his mouth. He suckles on it, using his tongue and teeth to tease the delicate flesh. The pleasure that shoots through you is unquantifiable. You lean into his mouth and your eyes flutter shut as he uses his free hand to give attention to your other tit. The gratification is so good you hope he never stops.

But then you remember – you have a goddamn plan here. You should be watching and learning to see what Shoto likes. Your eyes fly open and you try to ignore the absolutely incredible things this Todoroki blessing is doing to your breasts.

“Shoto…” You try to get his attention. He looks up at you from down where he’s sucking on your tit and cocks and eyebrow questioningly.

“Mmm?”

“Shoto, this is fucking hot, but I’m trying to concentrate. Please – show me what you like and talk me through it.” You try to keep your voice as level as possible, even as he pinches a nipple and rubs the pad of his thumb over the delicate nub with his free hand. After a quick moment, comprehension dawns in his eyes and his mouth releases your boob with a wet “pop!”

“Sorry, I got carried away.” His face is red with embarrassment as you slide to sit next to him.

“Don’t be. I like it when you get carried away. You’re so goddamn hot Sho.” You plant a kiss on his cheek. “Now get back to it – and talk me through what you like.”

Shoto looks down at his cock and resumes stroking it. “So I hold my hand like this around it, see?” He demonstrates how he keeps a loose closed grip around his dick, sliding his hand along the base for a few deep strokes before concentrating around the head. “This part is the most sensitive, so when I want to finish I concentrate a lot here. But first I work myself up by starting down here.” He moves his hand down to the base of his dick to show you. “And I’ll tease myself a little as I work back up to the top.”

“Sometimes, I like to touch my…um…testicles a bit. It feels really nice to kind of…uh this is super awkward to explain…it feels good to move them around?”

“I think I understand.” You say, watching as he shows you how he likes to be played with. You let him work at himself until you see shiny beads of pre-cum form at the head of his cock.

“Okay, my turn to drive.” You say, reaching to shoo Shoto’s steady hand out of the way so that you can replace it with your own. “There we go.” You wrap your hand around his hard cock and start at the base the way he explained. You slowly roll your hand midway up his shaft before bringing it back down to the base. Shoto sighs at the motion, his hips flexing in a way that implies that he’s dying to thrust up into your hand.

You continue to tease him that way, coming closer and closer to the sensitive tip of his cock without truly touching it. You can tell by the expressions stretched across his face that he simultaneously loves and hates what you’re doing to him. You grin; enjoying the control you have as you edge him.

With your free hand, you reach down to fondle his balls, trying to mimic the motion he showed you. There’s a sharp intake of breath when you start to shift his package around, and you can tell from the way he bites back a moan that it must feel so, incredibly good to be touched this way.

Finally, you release his cock and bring your small hand to your mouth. You make a show of licking the palm of your hand before spitting cleanly into it. Shoto’s eyes widen in surprise at the crude gesture, but his cock twitches in anticipation.

You bring your spit-filled hand down to his dick and resume jerking him off – this time starting low at the base and continuing all the way up to the tip. Your saliva allows for your hand to slide and glide in a delicious way that it hadn’t previously. Shoto lets out a curse followed by your name at the feeling.

“Fuck, Y/N. Holy fucking fuck.” It’s the most you’ve ever heard him curse, and the lilt of his lust filled voice is absolutely sinful. You grin like a Cheshire cat as you stroke him the way he showed you, focusing on the sensitive head. His breathing is ragged, and he’s absolutely wrecked as you continue to run your lubed up hand along the very tip of his rigid member. “Shit. Y/N. I’m going to - ”

Shoto orgasms hard - thick waves of hot cum shooting up and flowing over your delicate hand as you continue to work at him. His legs jerk with the suddenness of his climax. His breath hitches in his throat and you fear that he’s stopped breathing as his hips roll up, thrusting his cock into your grip over and over and over. You use your hand to milk him for all that he’s worth, being sure to mimic the way that you had watched him grip his dick earlier in his demonstration. The expression on his face is priceless – his eyes are wide and filled with an expression of rapture, his mouth caught open in a small “o.”

Whatever you’re doing seems to be doing the trick, because it is quite a bit before he catches his breath and politely removes your hand from his spent, pulsing cock. He’s over stimulated and panting, looking at you with wide eyes.

“Y/N, that was…” He’s still breathing heavy.

You reach across him to grab a conveniently placed washcloth off of your nightstand (you had a feeling that you’d be needing some cleanup supplies tonight). You wipe the sticky mess from your hand before giving him the cloth. He gratefully accepts, wiping the cum that’s pooled along the defined planes of his stomach and in the well of his bellybutton. “That was incredible. You take direction so well.” He says, his voice a bit fuzzy around the edges as he drops his head back to rest on your pillow.

You lay back with him, moving your clean hand to stroke his hair slowly. He leans into the touch, eyes heavy and half lidded as he comes down from his high.

“I’m a fast learner.” You say, enjoying the soft texture of his fluffy hair as you flutter your fingers through his dense locks. You lay there for a few minutes, playing with  Shoto’s hair and letting him bask in the afterglow. He’s completely naked and gorgeous in the glow of your fairy lights, his pale skin rippling with muscle.

“It’s almost curfew…you’d better get going in case Mr. Aizawa makes a bed check appearance.” You say with regret, wishing Shoto could stay with you through the night.

Shoto turns his head and groans into your shoulder. “But I want to stay here forever. It’s so comfortable here with your hands in my hair. And I’m so tired now.” He almost whines. You smile – a month ago you would have never thought Shoto Todoroki capable of whining. 

“I wish you could stay, too.” You coo, continuing to card your fingers through his mismatched locks.

“I like it here. Maybe I’ll move in. Stake claim on all of your plushes.” He reaches out and grabs his favorite plush from behind your head. He holds it close to your face and waves it up and down a few times, pretending to make it dance. “Squirtle, Squirtle.” He says in a strained, warbley voice. You giggle at his goofy attempt at mimicking the water Pokémon.

Afterglow Shoto sure is chatty. He looks so open and relaxed, his facial features at rest.

“Oh my God Shoto…did you finally look up Pokémon!?”

He hugs the plush to his bare chest and laughs. “I watched 12 episodes. I had to keep watching until Squirtle showed up. I would give my life for the Squirtle Squad.”

This cracks you up. You laugh even harder when you look up and see the way that Shoto is sprawled across your bed – completely naked except for the large Squirtle plush clutched to his chest. You point at him and make a little choked squeak. He realizes how ridiculous he looks and soon you’re both in hysterics, gasping for breath. It’s a wonder that no one has knocked on your door yet and asked you to quiet down.

After a few minutes you both calm down enough to catch your breath. You slide off the bed and scoop Shoto’s grey boxers off the ground and toss them in his direction. He drops Squirtle for a moment so he can shimmy into his underwear. Partially clothed once more, he flops on his back and pulls the covers up to his chin. He tucks Squirtle in beside him. You move to get back into the bed and join him, but he holds up a hand and puts on a serious expression. “Sorry – there’s no room for you. This bed is for card carrying members of the Squirtle Squad only.”

You smile and then paste a theatrical pout on your face. “You goof. How does one apply for Squirtle Squad membership?”

“Hmm.” Shoto brings his hand to his chin as if deep in thought. “You need to pay our membership dues. It’ll cost you a kiss.”

“That’s pretty expensive.”

“Squad Membership is well worth the fee, I promise.” He nods stoically, looking over at the Squirtle plush beside him. “Squirtle can confirm.” He gestures at the plush, which stares up at you blankly with its large embroidered eyes.  

“What does Squad Membership include?” You ponder aloud, pretending to think it over.

“If you join up now, I’ll act as your official heat and ice pack.” Shoto holds up both hands above his face as an offering. “And I’ll make you cum whenever you want.”

“Whenever I want?” You repeat. “Now that’s an intriguing offer. I think I’ll take it.” You lean down and cup his soft cheek in your hand, bringing his mouth to yours. Your lips melt into his and you kiss him soundly. He moans into your mouth, moving his lips softly against your own.

It’s wonderful to be with him like this – so open and having fun like regular teenagers. There’s no pressure to put on a brave face and to be strong heroes in training. In these stolen moments, its okay to just be. You break the kiss and pull yourself up into he bed and under the comforter. Within seconds, you’re wrapped up in Shoto’s arms and he pulls you against his bare chest.

“Welcome to the Squad. Your membership is approved.” He places a kiss on your forehead and you snuggle into him. You take a deep breath, letting your tired body relax against Shoto’s solid warmth. 

You lay in silence for a bit, just enjoying each others company. Shoto’s breathing is slow and even. You can tell he’s feeling comfortable and relaxed after his orgasm. He nuzzles his face into your shoulder and huffs into the curve of your neck. After a bit, Shoto gets too warm and uncouples himself from you so he can pull down the comforter a bit.

“You know, I was thinking…” Shoto rolls over onto his back and crosses his arms behind his head. He’s partially naked and gorgeous in the glow of your fairy lights, his pale skin rippling with muscle. He looks up at the ceiling. “Summer training camp is coming up. I heard that this year we are going for 2 weeks. They plan to put us through a week and a half of training, and then we’ll get a few days just to have fun and enjoy being outside. There will be hiking, and campfires…maybe the two of us can sneak off and just have some time together? No curfews, no whispering. No hiding away.” He turns his head to look at you.

“That sounds really, really nice.” You say, reaching over to give him a big boop on his nose. He smiles at the contact. You love seeing him like this – usually he is so closed off and stoic. Every smile you can get out of him is a prize in itself. “I doubt we’ll truly be able to sneak off given how large and damn nosy our class is…but we can definitely try.”

Shoto closes his eyes, a blissful expression etched across his features. “I just picture the two of us on a moonlit hike, just able to enjoy the scenery together. We can listen to the cicadas and the crickets in the quiet of the dark. It’s such a calming thought in my mind. I’d like to share that moment of peace with you.”

“Orgasms make you talk nonsense.” You joke, trying to ignore the way that your heart is squeezing at his words.

He opens his eyes and scans your face. “You’d like that, though?”

“Of course I would, Shoto. It would be nice to get out of the city and to see some greenery. To be together outside of our dorm rooms. I wish that we didn’t need to sneak around so much…I wish that we were older and that we could just do whatever we want without consequence.” You say wistfully, reaching to grab your phone and check the time. “Crap, it’s nearly 10.”

Shoto pulls you into another embrace, shifting his hands around you so he can cradle your breasts. He plays with your nipples a bit, swirling his fingertips around them delicately. You gasp at the contact, your pussy instantly responding to the touch.  “I can’t go yet – I haven’t made you cum.” Shoto whispers thickly into your ear, pinching a nipple with each hand. You make a strangled sort of noise, sliding a hand down between your legs to give your clit a brief pulse to sate the hungry way its pulsing beneath the smooth fabric of your panties.

“Shoto…if you stay any longer and Aizawa comes around, we’re gonna get caught.” You say in a pained voice as he continues to play with your tits. You can’t let this go any further or you both are done for. “Shoto, you’ve gotta go.”

“But it’s not fair if I don’t make you - ” You move to regretfully remove his wandering hands from your boobs.

“I can take care of it myself this time.” You say, in a sultry tone. “And I’ll think of you the whole time.” You turn to look over your shoulder to see Shoto’s face has gone beat red at the implication that you’ll be spending the rest of the evening masturbating to thoughts of him.

He lets out a shaky breath, still clearly uncomfortable with the thought of leaving you hanging. “Alright, Y/N. But next time, the focus is all on you to make up for it. Okay?”

“I think I can live with that.” You smile, and reach behind you to give him a light shove to leave.

Shoto grins softly as he untangles himself from you, climbing over your body to get out of the bed. His feet hit the ground and he stretches languidly before reaching for his abandoned clothes. He pulls his shirt and pants on unceremoniously as you watch, laughing at the way his soft sweatpants stretch back into place over the smooth curve of his ass.

“You’re too cute.” You say, reaching to pull him back to the bed so you can give him one more quick kiss. He smiles into the smooch, wrapping his arms around you in a warm, steady embrace.

“I’ll text you?” He says softly, resting his chin on your shoulder. “I’ll make sure I take my phone back with me this time.” This earns a laugh.

“Please do.”

“Well, goodnight then.” He kisses your cheek and then makes his way to the door; he peaks out into the hallway before making his usual fast exit. You pray he doesn’t get caught by Aizawa again – he would probably demand an explanation from Shoto.

You lay in your bed, relaxed, staring up at your ceiling. Life sure has been complicated lately – between school, training, an unexpected romance, and the illicit party planning, you sure are having an adventure.

You allow yourself to replay a scene from earlier in your mind: “Fuck, Y/N. Holy fucking fuck.” Shoto curses as you stroke his cock mercilessly, bringing him to the brink of climax. “Shit. Y/N. I’m going to…”

You feel arousal twinge between your legs once again and you bring your fingers down to touch yourself over your panties. You wish Shoto was still here to help – all you can think of is the loving way that he sometimes uses his wet tongue to play with your nipples. You roll over onto your stomach so you can increase the pressure of your fingers against your clit. Mmm. You replay the image of Shoto’s pretty “O” face over and over again as you bring yourself to the brink of climax.

Before long, new thoughts are blooming into your brain. You imagine what it would be like to have Shoto’s fingers on you instead. What would it be like to feel that pretty cock slide inside of you - to be physically filled to the brim with Shoto Todoroki? You’ve never really fantasized about actual act of intercourse before, and you wonder how it would feel to be that connected with Shoto. You picture his voice pitching and sighing as he slides in and out of you, his strong hands bracing on your hips. The thought of Shoto’s thick cock sliding against your wet pussy causes your breath to stick in your throat. Your heart pulses impossibly fast as you use your fingertips to push yourself over the edge, gasping into your pillow. Oh fuck that’s good.

Shoto Todoroki and his hot body are truly going to be the death of you. You can picture your epitaph in your head – “Here lies Y/N. She was brought to the gates at heaven by Shoto Todoroki’s hard cock. May she rest in peace, having known what true ecstasy feels like.”

You smile at that unhinged thought. Your phone buzzes next to you and you flip around the screen to see a text from Shoto.

Shoto: I made it back to my dorm room. Did not get caught this time.

Shoto: Typing.

Shoto: Did you…take care of things?

Y/N: Haha yeah. I just finished. Was thinking about you the whole time.

Shoto replies with a single word.

Shoto: Fuck.

Shoto: Next time, I’ll take care of you myself. I promise.

Y/N: You've already taken care of me so much today, but I’ll hold you to that. ☺️ Goodnight, Shoto.

Shoto: Goodnight Y/N.

You put your phone back on your bedside table and snuggle up in your bed, pulling the Squirtle plush close to you and wishing that it were Shoto Todoroki.

End of Chapter.

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HOLY GUACAMOLE!! This chapter ended up being 30 pages - I know in my last chapter post I said that Chapter 5 would focus on The Party - but y'all all of your reactions to the Chapter 4 cliff hanger made me want to create a more satisfying plot line surrounding the YaMomo text. In short - the comments you leave influence the story a lot more than you'd think! So I hope you enjoyed this chapter and Shoto's sweet way of taking care of the Reader. I try to make The Reader a pretty general character so that it's easy to self-insert, but she's kind of developing her own personality which is fun too!

Part 6 is already in the works and partially written. I have most of THE PARTY scenes drafted and typed out, and I'm really excited for you all to see what I've been cooking up for this story arc. I also want to lay the ground work for future arcs as well - I don't anticipate this tale ending any time soon! It seems to take me a month/month and a half to churn out each chapter, so please feel free to check out my other work on My Master List as you wait!

I have been so locked in on this Todoroki story that I've been neglecting one shots lately. I hope to finish a little Kirishima focused fic soon, plus I have an idea for a tale surrounding All Might (the working title is gonna be something like "United States of Smash that Ass" idk its gonna be goofy and All Might is gonna have a huge cock or something stupid like that). TLDR: Keep an eye on my blog for more fun content surrounding our other favorite heroes as you wait for Chapter 6!

As always, thank you thank you thank you for all of your positive comments, messages and reblogs of my work. This passion project has brought me so much joy and I love how much joy it seems to bring all of you. Thanks for joining me on this wild ride, excited to see all that happens next!

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YANDERE HANTA SERO HEADCANONS

1. Well, let's start off by saying he's manipulative. He's a social butterfly like Kaminari and has no problem when it comes to socializing and making friends. And of course, no could EVER suspect that someone as fun and outgoing and bubbly like Sero can have dark intentions 

2. He is actually rather good at hiding his yandere tendencies behind his ''social mask'' thing. He will aim to try charming into your heart and your parent's and family's hearts as well. After all, he needs to be on good terms with your family if he's going to be your husband and your parents' son-in-law

3. I don't know why I'm imagining this, but, Sero would most likely be a clingy ASF yandere and a possessive one too. And yeah, he's up for showing all the scumbags who try taking you away from him that you're HIS 

4. When it comes to stealing your stuff and all that, it depends on how he's feeling. He does take a few things of yours here and there from time to time (it's like the LAW for every Yandere, I SWEAR!!! ) and if you end up being miserable about not finding your favorite hoop earrings or your favorite book? Boom! Expect a note on your article with Sero's name on it with a box of Godiva chocolates or your favorite type of chocolates so he can make a good impression on you 

5. This boi is a stalker all right, but he knows that you deserve your personal space. So, he won't go THAT far as to breaking into your house and watching you sleep and laying down on your bed with you and all that. He'll just follow you back to your house everyday to make sure you're safe and sound at home. But if he feels that you're STILL not safe, he'll just set up camp outside your bedroom window and watch you sleep ( Don't worry, he won't take pictures)

6. He's a pretty laid back and chill guy in general. But when he's jealous, oh dear, it'll be like pouring LEMON JUICE into Satan's eyes and hell will get unleashed at that unlucky chap. Someone bullied you? WHAT A SHOCKER: A BODY HAS BEEN DISCOVERED!!!! Someone constantly hitting on you and keeps on flirting with you? Eyes? gouged out. Organs? Taped and stored away somewhere secretive. Their family members? Dead. Hotel? Trivago (I regret NOTHING)

7. Though Sero is a scary sangwoo when it comes to killing people, he won't behave like a delusional psycho and go on a killing spree. No, he'll have a good and valid reason before killing someone

8. He won't be the type of yandere to kidnap you, that's for sure but he DOES know how to manipulate your feelings so expertly, that YOU'LL be the one asking him not to leave you alone. But, if you get severely hurt or something, he will make preparations to ''take you somewhere safe'' aka. kidnap you so you'll be free from all the dangers of this world. He's the determined type of guy who will never lose his confidence no matter how many times you scream bloody murder and how many times you act up or yell and throw things at him. He's convinced himself that you'll fall for him one day

''Mi amor, you'll be safe with me now~''

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Updated: 10/12/23.

Bakugo

➤ Living Each Day like You're Already Dead by @/kingkatsuki, ➤ Two Weeks Notice: When He Stands up for You by @/kingkatsuki, ➤ Crush'd by @/kingkatsuki, ➤ Sealed with a Kiss by @/kingkatsuki.

➤ Kicked Dogs by @/katsukikitten, ➤ Return Address by @/katsukikitten.

➤ SoulMate AU by @/bakugotrashpanda, ➤ The Queens Shadow by @/bakugotrashpanda.

➤ Cabin in the Woods by @/strafepanzer, ➤ Of Love and Lemons by @/strafepanzer.

➤ Pheromone by @/kwenkatsuki, ➤ FoxSpirit!Bakugo by @/cwtomura, ➤ The Forbidden Flame by @/vamprysm, ➤ In The Lane by @/twolovesword, ➤ Morning After by @/bfbkg, ➤ Miniskirts by @/hoe-doroki, ➤ Chems and Confusion by @/littlesponge.

Kirishima

➤ Organic by @/littlesponge-fics, ➤ Hybristophilia by @/kingkatsuki.

Other Characters

➤ Soup (Kaminari) by @/bakugotrashpanda.

➤ Sunshine (Sero) by @/flyingraijin,

➤ Time Machine (Todoroki) by @/kweenkatsuki, ➤ Decieving the Duke (Todoroki) by @/andypantsx3,

➤ Bargaining (Dabi) by @/bakugostrashpanda, ➤ Heartbreak Feels so Good (Dabi/Bakugo) by @/bakugotrashpanda, ➤ An Ode to Lost Love (Dabi) by @/vamprysm.

➤ To Forgive is Divine (Natsuo) by @/strawberrystepmom,

➤ Unknown Caller (Shinso) by @/katsukikitten.

➤ Clip That (Bakugo and Shigaraki) by @/katsukikitten.

➤ Salvation (Shigaraki) by @/katsukikitten, ➤ Stalker Piece (Shigaraki) by @/cwtomura.

➤ Public Relations (Zeke) by @/crybaby-ink.

➤ Me, The Devil (Erwin) by @/bluebellhairpin.

➤ Hanafunda Koi Koi (Gyuutaro) by @/katsukikitten.

➤ Chasing You (Akaza) by @/katsukikitten.

➤ Sour Times (Kishibe) by @/blondeboyfriend.

➤ Undercover Intentions (Nanami) by @/myherosaretired.

➤ Careful Patchwork (Yuuta) by @/mintmatcha.

➤ Heavenly Bodies (Gojo) by @/t-tomuras, ➤ Permeation (Gojo/Geto) by @/crybaby-ink.

Bleach

➤ Fangs (Grimmjow) by @/strafpanzer.

Blue Lock

➤ 'Self-Indulgent Saturday' (Chigiri) by @/kingkunigami.

Chainsaw Man

➤ She's My Kind of Rain (Aki) by @/kweenkatsuki,

Psycho Pass

➤ Gunsmoke in Mirrors (Kougami) by @/cyancherub.

➤ Kagari Shuusei is not a Bad Person (Kagari) by @/chaos-night.

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just desserts

Fandom: Wayfarer Ship: Cassander Inteus/Melchior Larkspur/Kathan Sero Characters: Cassander Inteus, Kathan Sero, Melchior Larkspur Rating: Explicit (minors don't read) Words: 1771 Spoilers: None // modern au Huge thank you to @melusinedreams for borrowing her most feral babygirl Kathan to me &lt;;3 read on ao3 divider by @saradika

He comes home earlier than usual. I didn’t hear him, with how loud the music plays in the kitchen; I have an article to write about this new up and coming band - given to me because I’m apparently good at my job and because, and I quote, “they talk about the gay love.” Fair enough, though I’m bisexual thank you very much, the gay stuff is still something I’m familiar with. Maybe she’d seen my podcast about it. Either way, their music’s good - largely pop, but that’s as neutral as having ears is - and it sounds far better than the noises of cooking right now. 

Chopping veggies isn’t as appealing of a noise when I’m right in the head as it is when I’m not. Arguably, I’m never right in the head, but there’s degrees to this shit, okay? Sometimes making phone calls is scary. Sometimes the boss sends me home because I’m biting people like an overstretched chihuahua. Sometimes silence is an oppressive weight that feels more like chains than a weighted blanket. And other times, silence is simply annoying and I’m turning the music on and functioning like a normal fucking member of society. 

With some extra meds, but hey. Who the fuck keeps count anyway? 

So yeah, I don’t see him coming, haven’t even anticipated him coming this soon, so when I suddenly feel hands around my waist and lips on my cheek, I let out a startled yell and only to find he’d paused the music for a second and is laughing. The audacity. 

“Hello, my little songbird,” Mel chirps, and I sigh. 

“Hello, spymaster.” I chop the last of the tomatoes and put them in a bowl with the rest of the vegetables. “You’re.. Early? Did Kit kick you out for being too harsh on some line performance?” 

Mel laughs and kisses me. He tastes like coffee and mint. “On the contrary! They performed superbly and I finished early.” 

“You think it’ll be perfect by the premiere?” 

“Unless someone fucks something up extremely badly, which I highly doubt, then yes.” He buries his head in my shoulder and breathes in. Granted, cooking is a good scent half the time, so he’s smelling some really tasty stuff, probably. “Your wryness is rubbing off on me.” 

“You’re too old for that. Seen too much. I think I just make it juicier. More acerbic. I’m bittering this old lemon again.” I shake my head and laugh. “Or a blueberry? Are blueberries acerbic? Hold on, I have to google that now.” I look around to where my phone is, but end up hitting my cheekbone into his temple. He is a warm pressure against my back, and his hands are sliding up and down my sides. “I do think this particular blueberry has a case of… blue balls.” Pause. “Please don’t laugh at that. It’ll shame us both.”   

Then, another voice rings from outside of the kitchen. Kathan sounds as fake about it as I do when I try to speak like my mother does. “Cassander, you are an embarrassment to this household. I would like to think I had thought you better than this.” 

“Don’t worry, Kathan, he’s having a taste of those blueberries later,” Mel shouts back and I stare at the counter like it will save me from my partners ganging up on me like this. I open my mouth, consider saying whatever the fuck my brain cooks up at this point to save my scrawny ass, and throw all caution away like an ugly t-shirt. 

“Kathan, if you have issues with my jokes, then you should take it up with the clown university where I got them from. Their worksheets. They’re in my room somewhere, right beneath my clown degree.” 

Mel shakes with laughter. “You’re a delight, Cassander,” he says between laughs, and warmth spreads all over my chest. Some days I can hardly believe my luck that I met the two of them, and that we’d be here, living together, cracking silly jokes in what feels like domestic bliss. Not that I have anything to compare it to, but still. Then, Mel’s voice goes low, though still chipper. “Do you know how you’d be an even more of a delight?” 

It makes me swallow. “Tasting the blueberry?” 

“Hmm, not quite yet. I don’t think you’ve been a good enough boy for that, with all your offenses against language in the last 20 minutes.” 

I fight the urge to squirm. “You’re really not holding back, huh,” I whisper and he kisses my cheek. His hand slides to my belly and promises to dip lower, but doesn’t. I look down to where his fingers are toying with my shirt. “So, however will I atone for my sins, Daddy?” I know, I know, I shouldn’t sound so derisive about it, but it comes out as a half-mocking. Oops. 

“What are you making?” he asks firmly and his tone offers no room for ignoring. The doors slide open and Kathan stands there, arms crossed, watching with avid interest. 

“Just some pasta with veggies,” I say, looking at the bowl. “Haven’t started the pasta yet.” 

“Good. You won’t for a while.” For fuck’s sake, I’m such a goner now. “Cover the vegetables with something and come with me to the bedroom.” 

“Aren’t you hungry after a long day of work?” I try, holding onto the counter. He doesn’t look tired. If anything, he looks about ready to do whatever the fuck he wants to do with me. Food’s the last thing on his mind right now. 

“I can cook the pasta later, after we get that vibrating cock ring we’ve gotten recently,” he simply says. 

“No. You’re fucking with me right now.” Last time we used that fucking thing, he made me cry from denial. Cry. Big, fat, ugly tears, no thought, only desperation and… blue balls kinda cry. I bury my face in my hands and laugh. I suppose I am into it, if the fact I’m half-hard from all of this already is any indication. And I suppose I should’ve stopped at some point, but hey. At least he’s so hot like this, all in charge and in control, king of the castle or whatever. All he needs is a crown. For the aesthetic of it all. I’m bending like a wet napkin already. 

“Should’ve considered your words, baby,” Kathan says with intention. “No use crying over spilled milk!” 

“I hate you so much, actually. I swear to anyone who’s listening, I’m moving that music degree up the wall.” 

“You’re not helping your case whatsoever, sweetheart,” Melchior says, and moves a hand to stroke up my neck. “She’s not at fault here. If anything, you’re just adding more reasons for that cock ring.” He then looks me in the eye. His gaze is smoldering. “But you want it, do you not? You want it so desperately you are willing to act out to get it?”

Breaking eye contact is a struggle. The room falls down to us, to his hand on my skin, to the tips of our noses touching. He’s cutting off room to breathe, almost; but I don’t need air, not when he’s looking at me like that, not when that question hangs in the air. Kathan makes a noise in the background. The counter is my only refuge against the tension under my skin. 

Melchior has a way of doing that when he wants to, in a way nobody else does. When he traps me, it feels like safety. With him, the gates of the cage are wide open, but I want to stay inside the bars. A lifetime ago, I would’ve run away from that. Now, I don’t really feel like I need to. 

“Kiss me, please,” I say, unable to verbalize any of that. “Before the– the monster contraption, can you just kiss me? Please?” 

“Of course,” he says softly. The kiss is deep, yet gentle; his touch is less constricting, and it feels like a warm cocoon despite the fact that he’s about to be very fucking mean to me. The combination makes my head spin, a cocktail of hormones, feelings and hardons, and I hold on tight as his tongue plays with mine and guides it to where he needs it to be. Melchior’s hand slides down to cup my cock - a small, casual squeeze that has me moaning into his mouth before it’s gone far too soon. 

“You’re so responsive, darling,” he says and seals the words with a chaste kiss. “Too bad there won’t be any relief for you for this anytime soon.” 

And thus the softness of his presence crashes down and I tilt my head back and groan. “Are you sure I can’t write ‘I’m a good boy’ or something 100 times instead?” 

Melchior laughs. “I am.” He places a hand on my ass and squeezes. “Let’s go.” 

“By the time I’m back from work, will his punishment be done?” Kathan asks, and she sounds far too happy about it. Suspiciously happy, even. 

“And when do you come back from work?” Melchior asks Kathan, sounding entirely too considerate of the possible answer himself. Uh-oh. 

“What time is it..” She reaches for the phone in her pocket. “In about 5 hours? I’m coming home earlier today.” 

“What do you say, Cassander? Should Kathan see you orgasm when she comes back from work?” Melchior turns to me with the sharpest grin I’ve seen in months. His fangs are on display, murder weapons all four of them, and his hand squeezes my ass again. 

“I say I hate you both with the passion of a thousand suns,” I bite out, without any real heat. Five hours seems like an awful lot of time, but there’s some.. Fucking excitement! Anticipation!  For all the suffering he’s going to inflict on me for the next five hours! “But fine. Fine.” I try to sound as unaffected as I possibly can, but it’s a laughable and miserable attempt. “Will my punishment not affect access to veggie pasta?” 

“I will make you the most delicious veggie pasta,” Melchior laughs. “Hand-feed you, should you care for that. I even bought ice cream for later. We will save some for Kathan, of course. It’s hard work she’s doing, after all. We might as well give her a show, hm?” 

And since my mouth is actively conspiring against me, I reply, “Don’t forget the blueberries.” 

Melchior laughs yet again, gorgeously messily, and guides me to the start of the five hours of personalized, sexy hell, as Kathan waves us goodbye and leaves for work, laughing still. Hurray. 

Hu-fucking-ray.

[manjirosanosgf]

Stuck With Me - S. Todoroki

Chapter 2: Knocked OUT

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WRITING:

As you all took your attention away from your phones, Mr Aizawa began to speak, “no complaining, these partners were picked based off of your recent progress.”

As partners were listed off, he got to your name, “_____ is with Todoroki.” You looked back and noticed him staring at you.

Once lunch was over, you all went to change and begin training. It was just you, Mina, Jirou and Ochaco left in the locker room as the others had gone ahead. (You wanted the 3 girls to stay in order to complain.)

“Guys I genuinely might need Bakugo to explode me. I cannot do this. What if he hates me? What if he knocks me out??” You nervously went over all the disasters that would embarrass you.

“Todoroki? He doesn’t hate you! Why would you think that?” Ochaco joined in on the conversation.

“She thinks he hates her because she asked him for notes…” Mina laughed.

“Right, he texted us about that! I’m so sorry I didn’t send you the notes, I was studying with Deku!” Ochaco apologized.

“Wait what’d he say?” Jirou asked.

“He was just curious since he doesn’t really know you. Deku went on about your quirk for a while once he asked.” She laughed.

“See you’ll be fine!” Mina exclaimed.

“Wait, Midoriya? That means he knows about my quirk. I’m gonna be knocked out before I can even attack!” You whined.

“You’ll live, hurry up! I really want to see how Sero fights!” Mina said as she grabbed your arm. When you walked out, you stood face to face with Todoroki. As you two began fighting, he sent a large wave of ice, making you create an energy shield to block which you sent out in an attempt to break down all the ice. You attempted to get closer so he was in your range of attack, but his attacks continued coming at you ruthlessly, making you create another shield. As it began to crack, you realized he had made his way closer and one final attack broke through the shield, knocking you out.

Your quirk is basically creating energy shields and attacks towards your opponents, if they get hit it pushes them back.

You all were on your phones (minus Bakugo) because lunch was only 3 mins away so you all didn’t think Aizawa would be announcing the new partners until after.

When you got knocked out, Kaminari was the first to laugh after looking at Sero’s face once Todoroki told Aizawa you weren’t hurt.

When you woke up you didn’t even read the past messages from the group chat.

After Todoroki sent that message, you wanted to scream and punch him.

You asked Midoriya to train with you after that last message.

A/n: I got writers block and stopped writing this chapter for a couple days! I can’t tell if this chapter is good or I just told myself that to get it posted but I wanted to post before leaving for a few days.

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My Hero Academia X Reader

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/Z1W0NLh by Ace_hazbin You can request fluff and cute shit or Give me anything your freakish little minds can think of the only things I draw the line on is (non-con, shit kink, anything to do with kids) anything else is open. Character: Deku Bakugo Todoroki Mina Denki Kirishima Dabi Shigaraki Toga Aizawa All Might Endeavour Midnight Say if you want fem, male, non-binary, trans, anything you want! Words: 76, 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: Not Rated Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi, Other Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Inko, Kayama Nemuri | Midnight, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Sako Atsuhiro | Mr. Compress, Takami Keigo | Hawks, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, Ashido Mina, Kaminari Denki, Kirishima Eijirou, Todoroki Rei, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Shinsou Hitoshi, Toga Himiko Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki/Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki/Uraraka Ochako, Bakugou Katsuki/Reader, Bakugou Katsuki & Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Ashido Mina & Bakugou Katsuki & Kaminari Denki & Kirishima Eijirou & Sero Hanta, Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Midoriya Izuku/Uraraka Ochako, Midoriya Izuku & Todoroki Shouto, Midoriya Izuku & Shinsou Hitoshi, Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Takami Keigo | Hawks, Todoroki Shouto/Yaoyorozu Momo, Todoroki Shouto/Reader, Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Reader, Dabi | Todoroki Touya & Todoroki Shouto, Dabi | Todoroki Touya & Takami Keigo | Hawks, Dabi | Todoroki Touya & Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko/Reader, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Midoriya Inko/Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Yagi Toshinori | All Might/Reader, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Reader, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Kayama Nemuri | Midnight & Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Takami Keigo | Hawks/Reader, Takami Keigo | Hawks/Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor/Reader, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor/Todoroki Rei, Toga Himiko/Uraraka Ochako Additional Tags: Fluff and Smut, Smut, Lemon, Face-Fucking, Breast Fucking, Fucking, Fucking Machines, Threesome - F/M/M, Students, Doggy Style, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Rough Sex, Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Sex Toys, Gay Sex, Public Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Lesbian Sex, Shower Sex, Phone Sex read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/Z1W0NLh