Judge Me Based On Who I Kin!

Judge me based on who I kin!

Katsuki Bakugo

Shigeo Kageyama

Crona Gorgon

Nelliel Tu Odelschwanck

Kurapika Kurta

Inosuke Hashibira

Eijiro Kirishima

Eren Jaegar

Edward Elric

Tomoko Kuroki

I challenge @angstyanxgurl88 @domhoni @bozowrites @sassydiplomatsalad

Moments in Time (Shinso Hitoshi x Reader fanfic) [Chapter 1]

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It was lunch at school and you had your headphones on full volume, completely disregarding the rule againt 'all electronic devices' as well as every other human being in your presence.

'oh well, it's either this or being forced to listen to some no-name morons drone on about the colours of their shoes in the midst of the school halls... Boring.'

You couldn't help the irritation creeping its way from the corners of your mind and all the way down to your very fingertips, each one twitching and tensing in your reslessness.

Every fibre of your being screamed bitter outrage at the pompous brats in front of you for so much as existing. 'How the hell did they even manage to get accepted anyway?!'

Part of you felt like the biggest asshole for even getting angry in the first place 'Why am i so angry? What did they even do?' and you knew you had no reason to be overreacting like this - 'I shouldn't have even reacted at all..' - you really couldn't help it. You'd been in a bad mood since you woke.

A nagging feeling of despondency accompanied with the crippling need to lash out at the nearest thing that breathes clawed at the foundations of your mind. You really had been in a bad mood. So, like an asshole, you wanted to body-slam someone through a window along with your hormonal imbalance and 85% of your impulse control.

Remarkably, you managed to drag your feet past the brats and instead direct your attention to the dark skies out the window, now opening up to allow a heavy downpour of rain. Serenades on the roof of the building mixed with a heavy beating on the window to create a sort of melancholic atmosphere as the the pavements and buildings are made glossy, illuminated by street lamps above. 'It's too bad' you thought 'that noone loves this weather as much as i do'.

You made your way to the roof of the school, pondering over the fact that you had nade it into class 1-C. Despite your unusual quirk, you still managed to get accepted into UA High. Though, as difficult as the entrance exam may have seemed - 'and was' - anything is possible with an abundance of time. You had managed to slow down time and do half an hours worth of work in what was 30 seconds to anyone else.

Already you had been soaked to the bone, hair clinging to your face like that of a drowned rat. All it succeeded in doing was making you happier though, you really did love the feeling of the rain on your skin. That, paired with the beats of your the music playing in your ears took you to your own little world.

A/N: There are songs at the end of the chappie to sorta describe the vibe goin on so take a listen to those and you'll get a better feel of things...

Humming to the tune of your favourite song, you shifted towards a small corner behind the doorway, setting your sights on the large tear in the fence. Sitting down on the edge and getting lost in your thoughts was your absolute favourite pass-time. Ironic, really, considering part of your very identity was essentially stopping it.

Well, more like you would slow it down to to the point where you could be considered one of the fastest people alive. There were many scenarios in which your quirk was useless however, so you train until you drop in an effort to become strong without your quirk - which only aided you during the exam. Pulling people out the way of brutal attacks to cover for their excessive hubris and knocking down those ridiculous metal clowns tired you out, but got you a fairly high ranking in the end. Luckily for you, not the entire school board was conjured up of morons and someone was actually able to keep track of your progress.

Carefully creeping through the gap in the fencing, making sure not to slip and fall and just end your life, you gracefully planted your ass down on the ledge, legs dangling precariously a dangerous amount stories above ground. Taking in your surroundings and the sight of the rain so high up made you look down towards the bustling crowd of students below going about their own lives in the dark and be overcome with sonder. It would've been so easy to just give in to the call of the void - its breathy whisper tickling your ears, but sounding so distant at the same time.

'Oh, fuck off' you interrupted your own train of thought and berated yourself for thinking something so lame. 'If you really want someone to jump, do it yourself you lazy bastard'.

'And queue more internal struggling...' You always did wonder why you were such a gloomy person all the time. Was this really who you wanted to be in the future? 'I'm overthinking. I'm just an asshole with feelings'.

Your personal identity crisis was cut short when you noticed the rain ease up and the pleasant smell of petrichor fills your lungs.

'It must be last period by now... Whatever, i'll just bail' You thought. 'Its not like i can't afford it, anyway.'

Sitting like this and watching the world pass you by seemed much more favourable compared to sitting in that stuffy classroom. It just eased up your bad mood like nothing else could. And slowing down time to have this moment to yourself didn't appeal to you since you just wanted the day to be over already.

It's kind of sad that you live like this; waking up every morning just waiting for the day to end, but what else could you do? Your friends don't bother with you anymore and spending time with your family's just lame. It doesn't help that you harbour an intense hatred for your family - you love every family member individually but they can't get along with eachother, which is a constant stress. They all antagonise eachother and you're often forced to pick sides. That's a pretty shitty family, but hey, it's whatever.

Checking your phone for the time and being met with the large white numbers on your lock screen, you let slip a sigh. '14:50' it read. Another twenty minutes to go. Thoughts of wether you were going straight home or taking a detour through the park and chilling there for a while carried you to the end of the school day. Darkness plagued the skies and covered the world around you like a blanket.

'Perfect'

You couldn't help but love the dark, it left less room for people to judge you. Nobody could look at you funny if they couldn't see you. It made you feel lile there was nothing to worry about, like you didn't have to bother with anything at all - you could just relax.

As you stood, lifting your legs up and over the ledge back to the safety of flat ground, the time on your phone read "15:14". Now you could walk out amongst a crowd and not be spotted for bunking.

It's not like you aspired to be so slothful. It's just been kind of difficult finding motivation lately. So far, you've worked so hard to succeed out of spite for everyone who told you that "you're not good enough". 'Well look at me now, you bastards...'

~

When you finally made it to the park it was four in the afternoon and dark enough for all the street lamps to be lit. Strolling down the flooded, open pathway, you took out your phone and messaged your mother, telling her that you'd either be home late or be crashing at a friend's house. It was a friday after all.

Listening to music still as you walked, satiating your lisztomania, you looked up from the floor and startled at the person sitting in your designated - undesignated bench seat underneath the cover of a sakura tree, which was now dull and colourless with the lack of the sun's reflection. Stopping and removing your hands from the pockets of your oversized black jumper and pulling down the large hoodie from over your face, you turned down the volume on your headphones and popped one of the buds out of your ear.

By now you had caught the attention of the person - a boy - sitting on the bench. He raised his head from the screen of the phone in his hand, back straightening a little from its previously huched over position. He stared back at you with a look of enquiry etched onto his features. You took this time to fully take in his characteristics - his dark purple hair that flared out in large tufts, the way his facial expression barely changed from a look of boredom, the dark, almost permanent looking bags under his indigo eyes and lastly his attire - a uniform to match yours.

'Another UA student, huh?'

"Er.. Hi, sorry to intrude. It's just... I usually sit here after school. I wasn't expecting anyone else to be here is all. I - I'll go..." You let a nervous smile slip and went to turn around when you hear him address you. His voice, gravelly and husky, provided stark contrast against the psithurism and white noise of distant traffic.

"Wait. Y/N, isn't it? We're in the same class - 1C" he stated.

'Oops' you mused 'I wasn't paying enough attention to remember his name'. Bashful laughs pierced the silence as you wracked your brain for answers. Now you thought about it, he did seem very familiar.

"Erm" you try "Sh- er- shiro? Eh, Shu- shino...?"

'Jeez, I never was good with names.'

The boy lets out a short, closed-eye chuckle, shaking his head at your obviously failed attempts. He locks eyes with you again and smirks.

"You came close, but not quite. It's Shinso..."

Jizz in my pants headcanon

In: imagine (you made him cream his pants)

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Warnings: nsfw, orgasms, that's about it...

Finral

This poor baby

He doesn't know the first thing about whats going down cus it's so out of the blue

He's so clueless that you wonder how someone like him could be so flirty

The common room would be void of anyone but you two

At first you guys would just be chilling out together on the couch, enjoying the day off and reading in peace

So he is understandably confused and a little bit stunned when you climb up onto his lap and his face contorts into a questioning look

"Y/N?"

"Finral?"

"W-What are you --"

You cut him off with a surprise kiss that he easily melts into

As he starts getting into it you would let his hands wander across your body - over your waist, on your hips, down your thighs...

He's too busy tongue-fucking your mouth to object to or even really notice the way your ass is grinding against his pelvis or the way his length steadily grows harder

He'll impulsively start grinding up against you, and it's starting to feel very pleasurable to him

So much so in fact that he lets out these little moans into your mouth

Honestly it's so adorable how he'll so willingly give himself to you sometimes

You keep grinding against him with a bit more fervour than before and by now Finral is letting out pants and grunts of pleasure as he clings to your form on top of him

You didn't quite expect things to come this far but you weren't objecting to what was happening, you thought it was kind of attractive actually

All of a sudden he buries his head in your neck and lets out a shuddery breath as he clings to you, his hips bucking and spasming upwards against you

You can feel the wetness that had soaked straight through the thin fabric of his loose pants, he has came alot but youve gotta say it was really hot

You spend the next 5 minutes coaxing him to get up go to your joint bedroom and clear up

The poor baby is so embarrassed but you spend the next hour or so reassuring him and telling him how hot he was and eventually he gets past it

😡❤

Todobakudeku drabble fic-

- @motherfucking-witch-loves-mha I finished it, I hope it's what you wanted and I'm sorry it's late 🥺👄🥺

Much love-

Consider this the end of my hiatus 😀🔫

Izuku Midoriya was a whole lot more competitive than he seemed at first glance - had anyone accused him of such a thing, however, he'd have straight up denied it in some kind of flustered panic.

In truth, his constant ongoing struggle for the title of 'Number One Hero' was his way of constantly pushing himself to go beyond his limits and crush any reason to slack off.

So it makes sense that the one person he's always competing with is none other than Katsuki Bakugou. After all, his resolve to work for the same title was unbreakable.

Their rivalry was nothing but a playful way to progress though, they were in a relationship after all...

And for all their differences, they shared one thing in common aside from their dream of being heroes - and that was their shared love for Shouto Todoroki.

He was of course looking to work as hard as he could be but he wasn't looking to get mixed up in Izuku and Katsuki's (although playful) rivalry. That doesn't mean he couldn't compete on the same level as the two though, he was by no means weak.

Even so, weak isn't the same as oblivious; Shouto could be plenty oblivious...

♡ Shouto Indterlude ♡

"Hey, you! Dual-haired boy!"

Okay, so that caught his attention... Shouto stopped in his tracks abruptly, now standing in the middle of the school corridor during break.

He pivoted on the spot, looking back, eyebrows raised in curiosity. His eyes settled on a raven-haired boy a few meters away.

The boy took a slow stride towards Shouto in the mostly desolate hallway and he gathered from the boys gate that he was fairly prideful.

"Aren't you supposed to be training right now with all of your higher-than-thou friends? You are from class 1-A right?" His words dripped with a condescending tone that had no effect on Todoroki.

He gave a monotonous reply which only seemed to irk the stranger even more.

"Actually it's break. I was just making my way to find my friends-"

"Friends? Isn't it a bit selfish to waste time you could spend training, making sure you're actually deserving of the spot they gave you in class 1-A?"

This boy reminded him of Monoma in a way.

only more annoying.

He was about to give a blunt reply but was interrupted by the sound of a familiar voice, accompanied by the sight of his boyfriend rushing toward him from down the hall, his hand up and waving at him.

"TodoROkI!" (I'm so sorry but his voice breaks are just 🥺🥺)

Not too far behind him was Bakugo, trudging by with his hands deep in his pockets and the usual scowl on his face.

They both drew the boys - he still hadn't given his name - attention and a sneer pulled at his facial features.

"So these are the so call friends you waste your time with? What a jack-off..."

As he said this, Midoriya slowed down to a shuffle as he got to Todoroki's side and Bakugou had stood a little further off, not quite wanting to be in close proximity of the stranger.

With a roll of his eyes he added one last comment that had Todoroki seething in rage.

"I bet your pro-hero father is so proud."

This had both Midoriya and even Bakugou in shock, not knowing what they had just walked into.

Bakugou was the first one to snap into action, quickly cussing the dark haired boy out and moving to beat his ass as he walked away while Deku startled and jumped to hold him back.

Through Deku's struggle to hold Kacchan back he managed to talk a little more sense into Bakugou.

"F-focus, Kacchan! We can deal with him later!"

This seemed to quell the boys struggling for a moment and Deku used the opportunity to fuss over Todoroki, asking things like if he was okay and why he didn't bother defending himself but he didn't get much of a reply. Even Bakugou was worrying - but he would never admit it if anyone ever asked.

Todoroki was still angry but the presence of his boyfriends -lovers- he managed to will the angry tears not to fall. He knew people hated him, hated the entire class, but he hadn't even seen this boy once in his life and he wondered how many other people hated him because of his father. He'd already suffered enough because of him goddamn it!

Part of him believed what he'd said. A small part of him that still believed he wasn't strong enough. One that still believed he was going wrong somewhere.

Almost as if he knew exactly what he was thinking, Izuku wrapped him in a crushing hug; one hand around his waist and the other cradling the back of his head.

Ever since Deku and Kacchan let him know that what had been said and done in the past was far from okay - Shouto realised just how touch starved and in need of comfort he was.

As strong as he was, he was still human, and he was still hurt.

Kacchan was conflicted. He wanted to comfort his lover but the respect he held for him made him hesitate. He didn't want to make Shouto feel any weaker. Eventually he settled on coming up behind Shouto, resting his hands on his hips as gently as possible and tipping his head forward so that it rested on the nape of his neck.

He was too soft for an upset Shouto.

The trio stood there in eachothers embrace for what felt like hours but was really only a few seconds. After this break there was only one more lesson and they could go back to the dorms and relax together.

They broke apart but still stood close, their presence a calming relief from the stress for Shouto.

"You know the extra was only trying to get to you, right? He's probably just pissed cus he's about as useful as a soap dispenser in a fight."

Katsuki smirked and Shouto huffed through his nose is slight amusement.

In contrast, Izuku couldn't stop babbling and muttering about 'not letting others' opinions define you' and what movie they were going to watch when the school day ended - leading Katsuki to yell at him about the choice of film and how "obviously you're coming to my room because it's not cluttered or covered in posters of All - Might's face!"

The corner of Shouto's mouth turned upwards at Deku's flush.

Maybe he could finally let himself relax after all...

Also a blundering fool but I live for it cus I'm the same

Judge Me Based Off Who I Kin!!!

Armin Arlen from Attack on Titan

Ray from The Promised Neverland

And lastly Izuku Midoriya from My Hero Academia!

I now challenge @angstyanxgurl88 !!!!

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