On Hiatus

Hey everyone! We have an important announcement. Due to our busy schedules, we're unable to continue maintaining this blog. We really appreciate all the love and support we've received on this project, but unfortunately we will have to go on hiatus indefinitely. We'd all like to focus on running our main writing blogs, as that is our first priority. 

If you guys would like to continue reading our writing in the future, please follow our individual blogs (links in bio). We're so sorry for the requests we were unable to complete. If there are any requests you really, really wanted to see fulfilled, please shoot one of the writers a message, and we may consider it (be sure to mention it was a request from bnha-thots).

We will leave all of the fics here for everyone to enjoy, but again, will not post anything new here going forward. Sorry for the inconvenience, but thanks so much for all the love these last few months!! Hope we get to interact with you guys again on the other side! 

Much love,

I’m sorry you’re having trouble! It’s working for me, and I had someone else check and it seems to be functioning appropriately. Honestly, it might just be Tumblr-- the app is always super broken. I would just try to close out and come back to it a little later 😩

Wish I could help more! If you’re having continued problems you might also consider contacting Tumblr about it. Thanks for asking.

Length: 2.2k TW: Smut/Lemon, Swearing A/N: This is the first fic I’ve written in over 10 weeks 😱 I’m super rusty, so I do apologize if this isn’t my best work. Also, this is only my second time writing smut so again, sorry friend 😩 Thank you for the request!! 💖

-mod ness

Kaminari slipped quietly into his room, towel thrown over his head as he dried off his blonde locks.

He and the other newly minted pro heroes held a lengthy celebration at the conclusion of the hero licensing exam; after all the excitement was said and done, Kaminari hit the showers and finally headed for bed.

As soon as he kicked the door shut, the familiar florals of his girlfriend’s perfume him like a brick wall. A velvety smooth voice soon followed, making him jump in surprise.

i love poly relationships omg thank you for requesting this

-Mod Shinslut

Inasa x Reader x Todoroki

- Inasa’s more outgoing, and tries to get you to go out more often, even if it’s for mundane things. He’s also very eccentric, so your outings are very random. “(Y/N), I heard there’s a new action movie, we gotta check it out!!!” “(Y/N), did you hear persimmons are on sale at the supermarket? Let’s buy a box of them!!” There’s never a boring date with Inasa. Todoroki, on the other hand is more chill; he’s a stay-at-home kind of guy. He really likes to read side-by-side with you on the couch, or even watch movies at home. Dates with both of them are very interesting. Either Inasa is cheering loudly at the theater, spilling popcorn on both you and a very annoyed Todoroki, or he’s talking over the movie you and Todoroki wanted to watch. Sometimes Todoroki gets annoyed and snaps at him, but his icy attitude flies over Inasa’s head, because he’s just glad that they get along enough to share an S/O aka you. It’s kind of endearing. 

- They’re both very protective over you. Doubly so because you’re short. Because you’re dating two elite up-and-coming pro-heroes, no one’s laying a finger on you, without turning into a human popsicle and/or getting blown away by a gale wind. 

- The relationship probably started because Inasa took an interest in you first. He’s pretty… honest about his feelings, and after a couple dates, it wasn’t long before you met his “friend,” Todoroki (who seemed to consider the term “friend” a loose one, if anything). After realizing the two of you also got along particularly well, Inasa was the one to bring up the idea of a polyamorous relationship, innocent bean as he was. It took a lot of convincing and compromising, but the three of you have an interesting and varied dynamic: the vivacity and hype of Inasa combined with the cool and aloofness of Todoroki makes for a very interesting relationship. There’s never a boring day.

- Inasa loves to give hugs, especially because you’re small. He’s the type to wrap you in his arms and swing you around, sometimes with your other lover in tow because oops didn’t see you there Todoroki! Todoroki is more reserved with physical affection, but he does enjoy being close to you with cute, gentle hugs. He really likes small, affectionate actions like rubbing noses together or forehead kisses too. Whereas Inasa is more um, loud with his affection. 

- There’s a little rivalry between them. Inasa turns it into one. He’s always competing with Todoroki to see who’s a better, more attentive boyfriend. Whether it’s getting you a better anniversary present, or winning you the biggest plushie at the aracade. But he also unconsciously hogs all your attention because his presence is just bigger. Todoroki gets a little miffed he’s not jealous, but makes up for it with smaller, more meaningful actions. Like, he’ll bring you a flower that reminds him of you. Inasa, in retaliation, will bring you a whole freaking bouquet of the same flowers. 

- Inasa’s always putting stuff on the highest shelves by accident. He doesn’t realize it’s hard for you or Todoroki to reach it. He also tends to leave his cape in random places, which has led to you tripping over it at times, and an angry lecture from Todoroki. Todoroki is definitely more conscious and considerate of his roommates, and is a tidy person who leaves things within arm’s reach for you. 

- Inasa thinks it’s hilarious if you wear his shirts, because they’re so big on you, they drape loosely over your tiny frame. Todoroki’s shirts fit better, but they’re still pretty loose. Inasa gets jealous if he sees you wearing Todoroki’s shirts all the time though, so that whenever you’re too lazy to find your own pajamas, his shirts are just coincidentally laid out for you. 

- Both of them are likely to forget anniversaries and important dates, to be honest. Inasa because he’s kind of an airhead, so even if he’s constantly making mental notes of your anniversary, he ends up losing track of what day it is, whereas Todoroki is usually so busy and focused on one task he forgets things like dates. But once both of them realize it’s your anniversary, they have a brief moment of panic. They both recognize the significance of dates, and will probably brainstorm on how to make each milestone in your relationship special. It’s one of the few moments where they cooperate. 

- You’re almost never cold. You’ve got one big, beefy boy and one space heater to cuddle with at night. You usually end up latching onto Todoroki’s left side, though, because Inasa tends to hog the blankets and leave the two of you freezing at night. When Inasa wakes up from Todoroki kicking him though, he makes sure to wrap you in his arms and warm you up.  

Yes!! We are!! Some of the mods are caught up with the manga.

I’m still catching up personally, but there’s definitely at least one person that should be able to write your request.

Hey there!

We haven’t been super active lately but we are still taking requests. Feel free to send some in. 🙌

I believe we’re all doing pretty well! The holidays were very busy, but lovely nonetheless. Thanks for thinking of us nonnie, hope you had a great holiday season too! 🤗❤️

Hmmm anon tbh I’m sure you don’t mean to be disrespectful, but it kind of is coming across as that. I specified that I wrote Panic for myself, as a way to get over my own little panic attack yesterday. I’m glad you enjoyed it. But the fact that your response to it is to request the same thing for a different character on this group blog, when it’s something I wrote on my personal bnha blog? Idk, it seems kind of rude to me. Maybe it would be different if you asked me to write something like that for Dabi, but you’re asking any of the mods here to write it. And yeah… I’m not okay with that. 

idk if you don’t think I can write Dabi well enough, or if you just liked the idea of my fic so much buuut I’m going to stop now before I get too petty

Mod Shinslut here!

Not sure if any of you know, but I started a bnha blog shortly after I started writing for this one! You’re welcome to follow me @shoto-todoloki-a-hoe.

Aww I’m so sorry you that experience! That sucks. And sorry for these being soooooo late. I hope you still enjoy them though.

Mod Shinslut

Reaction to girlfriend’s costume being called slutty 

Toshinori

- Toshinori thinks you’re the classiest, most wonderful woman in the world. Even if your costume was promiscuous, he wouldn’t see anything wrong with it. And to hear that people are saying rude things about your costume makes his blood boil. 

- It took him awhile to even agree to the idea of dressing up for Halloween in his smaller form, hesitant at the idea of willingly drawing attention to himself. But with your encouraging words and warm smiles, he decided to dress up as something ironic. A grim reaper. When he hears them bad-mouthing you, he decides to say something before he ends up coughing up a huge spray of blood. Your critics are too terrified to say anything else, and flee at the sight. 

- While he’s kind of... embarrassed that things turned out this way, he’s glad they’re gone. When you suggest changing out of your costume, Toshinori is perplexed. He remembers how excited you were to wear it, and how excited you were for him to wear his costume, and suddenly he feels pretty bad. 

- He tells you that no matter what, the opinions of a few strangers don’t matter, and that it’s your loved ones’ support that does. He reassures you that there’s nothing at all wrong with your costume. But if you still feel uncomfortable in them, he hands you his cloak instead. He can just walk around in the black shirt and pants he wore underneath. Your comfort is his utmost priority. 

Aizawa

- Aizawa’s annoyed. Although you practically dragged him out with you, he knew you got excited about Halloween, and wanted to make you happy. He definitely doesn’t appreciate anyone talking badly about you, and makes that clear with his intimidating glare and fierce scowl. 

- Aizawa is not subtle at all. He makes an offhand comment about nosy people, not even trying to hide his distaste, until they move away. When they’re gone he’s still glaring in their direction, muttering about how people need to mind their own damn business. 

- When he sees you insecure about it all of a sudden, he’s blunt. He tells you that he sees nothing wrong with your costume, and if people had a problem with it, it’s on them. If you’re still uncomfortable, he sighs, before offering you his scarf. It won’t cover much, but it’s better than nothing. 

I’m soooooo sorry this is late. Lmao it’s not even Halloween anymore. Let’s pretend it still is.

Mod Shinslut

Going to a haunted house with their S/O

Iida

- He’s holding your hand the entire time, in case you get scared. He must always be ready to protect you, always be vigilant! He’ll let you scream his ear and cut off his circulation with your vice grip all you want. Such a gentleman.

- He’s not really scared at first. He observes their surroundings before even entering, making note of escape routes, potential hiding spots for the actors, etc. He heard that the key to maintaining composure in haunted houses is anticipating the next scare, and reminding yourself that everything is fabricated, so that’s what he’s doing. The entire time. He’ll remind his S/O this every five seconds as well. It gets a little tiring after awhile, especially if you’re actually psyched to be there. Iida can’t just let loose and have fun. 

- His heart does just up a little every time you scream though. In fact you’re the one (unintentionally) scaring him the entire time. But occasionally something catches him off guard. Maybe he thinks its his S/O tapping him on the shoulder, but he turns around it’s a… Oh god, what is that. Iida’s brain ceases to function, his face pales, and he’s holding you in his arms as he Recipro Bursts the two of you out of there. Perhaps you could indulge in a… safer, less adrenaline-pumping activity. Like watching reruns of cheesy Halloween movies at home.

Midoriya

- He wants to be your hero! To be brave! To be honest though, he’s scared shitless the entire time. He’s literally quaking in his shoes, but he tries not to show it. He tries to remind himself that these are all just special effects, actors, etc., but poor Deku has an overactive imagination. This kind of stuff triggers it. 

- Hopefully, your screams drown out his. If not… he makes an effort to control himself. Screaming internally instead. Especially if you’re the type that doesn’t get scared by these kinds of things. He doesn’t want you to know how scared he actually is. He’s still white as a ghost when you finally leave the haunted house though. It looks like the soul’s been sucked out of him. 

- Awhile after you leave the attraction though… it’s almost as if Deku wasn’t scared. At all. He’s gushing about the special effects, about certain jump scares that totally caught him off guard, about the layout of the rooms. The scariness of it all is just a distant memory… that is, until you ask him to go to another haunted house. Then it’s a nightmare all over again. 

Uraraka

- She’s curious! She likes a good scare. She’s the one to suggest the two of you go. She’s not really scared, but it’s a good excuse to get a little touchier with you. She’ll hold your arm the entire time. 

- Thing is, Uraraka doesn’t get scared, but she’s TERRIBLE at reacting to jump scares. She gets hyped on adrenaline. Too hyped. She may react to an actor scaring her by accidentally punching them. Not to mention activating her quirk when they grab at her. Suddenly all the actors and furniture are floating, and the effect is ruined.  

Shinsou x Reader

Summary: A hero’s life is full of countless injuries. It doesn’t mean you won’t worry, however, when Shinsou gets injured. Angst. Comfort Fluff.

Mod Shinslut

It was a minor injury really. Just a sprained ankle he had gotten while he was being careless, dodging a villain’s attack. Not to mention a few cuts and scrapes. He was so focused on maintaining his grip on them with his binding cloth, that he hadn’t been paying attention to where he landed. It was bad luck that a loose pipe had been there, and he ended up landing on it, tripping as his ankle twisted uncomfortably. Sure, it had hurt, but after painkillers and a few hours off his feet, he felt fine.

More than anything, he was annoyed with himself. This was one of his first missions, and he’d already made such a careless mistake that would keep him off his feet for at least a week. Not the best start for an up-and-coming hero.

When you came to pick him up at the hospital, however, the distraught look on your face was enough to make guilt roll in the pit of his stomach. He never liked worrying you with the details of his hero life, he knew that it was only natural for you to worry about him putting his life at risk every day. The sight of the crutches didn’t help, your eyes darkening when you saw them. He didn’t even think he needed them, but when he tried to hobble on one foot, you practically shoved them back under his arms.

After he’d filled out the release papers, he spoke, uneasy with your silence and lingering glances at his foot wrapped in bandages. “It’s just a sprain. Nothing to worry about.”

You glanced at his injury, before sighing, ruffling a hand through your hair. You looked stressed. Shinsou’s guilt spiked. “I didn’t know it was just a sprain when I rushed here, Hitoshi. All I knew was that an automated message from your hero agency called me to tell me you’d been hospitalized.”

There was something else that was bothering you, but you weren’t telling him. He waited till you two were in the comfort of your shared apartment though. And sure enough, you exploded.

“Don’t you think you could have called me at least, Hitoshi? Do you know how many times I’d texted you? How worried I was because you wouldn’t answer?”

Shinsou grimaced, unease settling deep in his stomach. He limped over to the couch, before settling himself on the couch awkwardly, one leg propped up on the coffee table. He hadn’t thought to text you, assuming that he’d come home on his own, and would explain his injury once he got home.

“Sorry,” he offered, knowing it was a lame excuse. “My phone died.”

The way you practically burned a hole through his head made him regret using it regardless. “Shinsou… What if something happens to you and the only way I find out is through the news or through some shitty automated message again? Do you even care about that? About me?”

Shinsou was beginning to get annoyed. He grit his teeth. “Look, I wasn’t planning on getting injured, (Y/N), okay? I wasn’t planning on not calling you. I don’t know why you’re accusing me of these things. You’re blowing this way out of proportion.”

“Am I?” you stressed. “Am I making this a big deal? Or am I just worrying about you because you won’t worry about yourself. Honestly, Shinsou… I don’t know about this hero thing. I really don’t.”

Shinsou felt something squeeze painfully in his chest. You’d always promised to support him, to be cheering him on when he became a hero. And the thought of losing that? The words were out before he could stop them.

“If you’re not sure you can handle it, then why are you with a hero in the first place?”

The words rang heavy in the air. He felt your punctuated silence, heard your angry footfalls as you stomped down the hallway before slamming the door shut. Shinsou sighed, ruffling his hand through his hair. He had calmed down enough to realize he’d fucked up.

He limped over to your door, knocking once. At no response, he knocked again. Twice. “(Y/N).... Open up. Please?”

Again, no response. Shinsou bit back the frustration growing in his chest, sighing. There were more important things to deal with. He had to be more… persuasive. “(Y/N), if you don’t open the door, I’ll be standing here all night.” He managed to inflect his voice with a hint of amusement. “And the doctor said I shouldn’t be putting too much pressure on my ankle….”

He heard the sound of your sniffles grow louder as you approached the door, before unlocking it. As soon as he caught sight of your red eyes and tear-stricken cheeks, he was enveloping you in a hug.

“Hitoshi, you’re such a jerk,” you sniffled, punching him lightly in the chest.

“I know. I’m sorry,” he said genuinely. And he was sorry. He hadn’t realized how much the thought of you leaving him scared him until now. He squeezed you tighter against him.

“N-No, I’m sorry. I support you 100%. I-it’s just…” You sniffled. “I worry about you sometimes. Especially k-knowing I can’t do anything to help. That I’m… useless.” Your fingers were knotting themselves in the loose fabric of his shirt anxiously.

He gently tangled his fingers with your own, ceasing your movements. “You’re not useless. If anything, you’re the most…” He swallowed anxiously, his throat suddenly feeling dry. “...important person in my life. You’re one of the reasons I keep moving forward, my motivation. That means you’re infinitely more precious to me than anyone else.” Heat crept up to his cheeks at his honest proclamation. Even he hadn’t expected himself to reveal that. He buried his face into your hair, under the guise of pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“I’m sorry,” he said again. “I was frustrated. I took it out on you.”

“And I-I’m sorry for getting mad at you. You didn’t deserve that,” you said, winding your arms around his waist.

“...You can’t keep saying sorry if I’m apologizing first,” he teased, once his heart rate had slowed to a reasonable pace. “It makes my apology look weaker. It’s less meaningful”

You huffed in faux annoyance. “Well, too bad, because I also fucked up.”

“...You did,” he agreed.

You stared up at him admonishingly, slapping his chest. “Are you blaming me? After all that talk about me being important to you, precious, blah blah.” You groaned.

He chuckled. “Of course not.” He brushed your fingers against his lips, and despite your annoyance, you smiled, rolling your eyes at him. You pressed a short, chaste kiss against his lips. Since you were so close to him, you noticed him shift his weight onto his good leg awkwardly, his quiet inhale of discomfort.

“It hurts, doesn’t it?”

“Mm. Maybe.”

“You dummy, who told you to stay up? Let’s get you back to the couch.”

“Mm, the bed’s much closer,” he said, and there was something suggestive about his tone, the way he pulled you closer to him.