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sugarlywhispers · 7 months

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t.shouto + makes his gf squirt

☆—fem reader, NSFW, smut, squirting, praising.

☆—a.n; sooooooo, here it is! the last one, cuz i already squeezed everything i had for this theme from the very back of my brain, so sorry it's shorter than the others🙈 i hope yall still like it~♡

“Babe, I don’t think we should- mmf,” the whispered sentence was interrupted by your boyfriend's lips when they crashed against yours. His tongue exploring your mouth fiercely, like he couldn’t get enough. Like he needed that kiss as much as the air to live.

Next thing you know, you’re lying on the big, expensive couch in his living room, his body over yours in between your willingly open legs where you could feel his bulge grind against your covered core, fully hard against the front of his sweatpants. His kiss demanding and tongue sensually dancing with yours. If you were being honest, you couldn't–or wanted actually, to put any force against him. While demanding, his kisses always put you in a trance that made your mind float away to somewhere close to heaven.

As your arms surrounded his neck, one of his hands found its way inside your shorts and panties, caressing in soft, delicate circles over your clit. You whined as quietly as you could, the sound getting lost inside his mouth, when two of his fingers slipped over your wet pussy and thrusted inside, deep.

Your back arched, head turned back, feeling so full even with just two of his fingers.

“Shit, babe. You're so tight, even for my fingers,” he murmured against your ear, before nipping the skin right under it.

You were really trying to be as silent as possible, but Shouto wasn’t helping you succeed in it. Especially when his fingers kept thrusting in and out, going so deep, and sometimes curving inside and touching that little button that set you off so fucking deliciously. You lost track of time, only enjoying the pleasure he was giving you.

When... you felt it coming.

“Fuck! Shou-… Babe,” you moaned in a high-pitched tone, as noiseless as you could. Fuck, his two best friends, Bakugou and Midoriya, were in the house! You couldn’t make any noise. But it was so hard not to. Even more then, when you were feeling the same sensation you once felt when he made you squirt.

“What is it, baby? Gonna cum? Gonna squirt for me, Y/N?” You nodded, whining, his fingers working you closer to your high. His free hand slid under your head, fingers tangling on your hair and tugging it. His forehead rested over yours, heavy breathing interlacing between the two of you. “Do it. Squirt for me.”

That was all you needed. Todoroki Shouto watched you with eyes full of lust and adoration as you let yourself go. Squeezing your eyes shut, losing every sense of time and place. Your body trembling under his, hands grabbing his shoulders strongly, feeling your nails even through the cloth of his t-shirt. Your walls tightening so hard around his fingers, it made him hiss with desire. And then, he felt that special wetness. His fingers kept thrusting, palm rubbing over your clit, feeling the little streams that came out and crushed against his palm that kept rubbing over your clit.

He was going to make you go crazy.

But if you were on his mind for a second, you'll know that it's him who is completely crazy for you.

When it was over, your body was still spasming after cuming that hard, and he smiled cocky and proud of himself.

Yep, he was going to be the death of you.

But what a pleasant death...

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talimlbcnart · 6 months

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▪︎ Childhood Friends AU ▪︎

The universe was very generous to Shouto.

The same can't be said for Deku XD.

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hikari-drkspc · 1 year

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❅ “A Fun Show” ❅

characters: yandere! midoriya izuku, yandere! bakugou katsuki & yandere! todoroki shouto [boku no hero academia]

warning: yandere, mentions of m0rder, intentionally h0rting oneself, deep wound involved, izuku is lowkey ooc ; MINOR/AGELESS BLOGS DNI, PUT YOUR AGE IN BIO/PINNED POST TO INTERACT

words: 2.1k

a/n: this is a repost from my main blog (@/hikari-writes) so yes this writing is old + bad, i just moved them here w/o editing bc im lazy and wants to keep reminding myself how bad my writing used to be <3 this was a request and i still have no idea whatre the significance of circus au is/gen🧍🧍

Midoriya Izuku, the strongman.

Bakugou Katsuki, the knife thrower.

Todoroki Shouto, the trapeze artist.

Those three were considered to be the highlight and main star of UA Circus.

And then there’s you, one of the behind-the-scene staff, who’s stuck in their obsessive love.

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“Oi, Todoroki! You were the one who swapped my lunch with Deku, weren’t you?!”

Katsuki yells at Shouto who stares at him without a change in his expression.

“I literally have no idea what you’re talking about.”

He continues slurping at his soba, clearly showing his disinterest in the conversation. Katsuki’s vein was about to pop off when you suddenly stepped in between them while holding out both your arms to stop the fight.

“Wait, wait, wait! I’m sorry, Bakugou. I was the one who accidentally swapped your lunch box with Midoriya’s.”

You look at him with an apologetic smile. Katsuki stares at you, his eyes are still glaring but you could see it soften a bit. He lets out a frustrated sigh before turning around from you.

“Make sure to not make the same mistake again. I don’t eat the same shit as that Deku does.”

“That’s mean, Kacchan…”

You heard Izuku softly comment on Katsuki’s statement. Right after he’s out of sight, you blink in confusion with an awkward smile adorning your face.

“H-he really did repeat the same thing as before…”

You silently thought to yourself. The truth is, this is already the fifth time you “accidentally” swapped his lunch with Izuku. The first time you did it, he gave the same exact response as he did just now and you got curious as to why he gave you that kind of response when he could’ve just got real mad at you. So you did it again, just to see whether he’d get mad at you or not, to which he didn’t. And so you did it again….and again….and again….and before you knew it, it already has been the fifth time you did that yet his reaction stays the same.

A part of you was actually impressed. Even without anyone telling you, it’s pretty obvious to you that Katsuki is a sharp person. He has always shown to be a focused and sharp person, a trait he picked up from his role as a knife thrower. So it always struck you as odd that he didn’t realize the same mistake you’ve been repeating for the fifth time.

Just as you decided to shrug it off and stop pranking him, you heard Shouto talking to you in his usual calm voice.

“You’re having fun with that?”

You turn to him with a small grin.

“Kinda, yep! Rather, you noticed me doing it on purpose?”

You ask while chuckling a bit, amused at yourself. You didn’t expect Shouto of all people to realize what you had done. He’s always known to be a dense person after all.

“Well, you always have that amused smile on your face whenever you were swapping their lunch boxes, so you weren’t exactly hiding it.”

You stop chuckling and look at Shouto with an awkward smile. A bead of sweat trickles down your face, and an ominous feeling takes over your whole body.

For all you know, everytime you swapped their lunch boxes, no one was around. They weren’t even supposed to be around. They were supposed to either be performing their part of the show or be in the break room after their show had ended at the time. Even if they were around and saw what you did, you would’ve sensed their presence.

You shake off the uneasy feelings away, thinking maybe Shouto just happened to see you on accident and you were too focused on your prank to not notice his presence.

“A-anyways, he’s an interesting person, don’t you think? To think he didn’t realize what I did…”

Shouto stays silent and keeps slurping at his soba until it’s finished before turning at you.

“Interesting huh? I wonder about that…I believe it’d be more interesting if he does some trapeze acts….”

“Oh, you wish for him to do the same thing as you? That’s nice—”

“…and falls down from that height while doing so. It would be interesting if that happened. That’ll for sure teach him a lesson to not ever take what rightfully belongs to others.”

You shut your lips up and look at Shouto’s indifferent face. Either he just meant that as a joke or you misheard him. Either way, your heart is beating like crazy against your ribcage right now.

“D-did he take something of yours, perhaps? Even so, you really shouldn’t joke about that.”

You try to ask him in a calm manner but your shaking voice betrays your hidden feelings as it shows how much you’re in fear. Shouto stays indifferent. If you look closely, he almost looked…amused at your reaction. And your gut is telling you that his amusement isn’t because he was joking about what he said, but rather the opposite.

“And what if I said that that something is you?”

“L/N, can you come here for a second?”

Izuku’s voice snaps you back into reality as your conversation was cut short and you quickly leave Shouto behind after giving him a small nod of apology. Shouto stares at your back as you disappear from his sight. You could almost feel his stare digging holes on your back but you chose to ignore it.

“What’s wrong, Midoriya?”

You silently thank him for getting you out of that uncomfortable situation. Izuku gives you a wry smile and points at his bleeding arm.

You let out a loud shriek at the sight, both worried and terrified at the deep looking wound.

“I uh…accidentally cut myself when I was walking near that thing…”

Izuku awkwardly points at a sharp looking metal with a smile, as if the wound on his arm isn’t serious and his arm isn’t bleeding heavily.

“Call me earlier! Oh gosh, follow me now!”

You lead him to the treatment room in a hurry. You glanced back at the wound and saw the blood dripping on the floor, making your own face pale.

Izuku has always been careless with how he treats himself. Shota, one of the circus’s behind-the-scene staff, even once asked if he had some kind of magnetic attraction towards accidents that ended up hurting him. He just laughed it off, saying stuff like, he’s used to it, or, it wasn’t that big of an injury.

Izuku is indeed the strongman of UA Circus. Despite having a baby face and a polite and meek personality, his strength rivals even the adults. He once told you that he’s aiming to be an amazing strongman just like All Might, a legendary strongman in the history of circuses. Ever since then, he’d been training diligently to get to where he is now. While you admire that part of him, you really wish he’d stop accidentally hurting himself.

“There. Be careful next time, alright? Good thing the wound isn’t that serious. If it had been, you might need to take a break from doing circus acts and rest at home. It’s a talent at this point to keep hurting yourself like this.”

You completed the treatment and jokingly said with a light chuckle, trying to distract yourself from the wound. Izuku stares at you for a bit before opening his mouth.

“If you ask me, I don’t really feel like I’m hurting myself.”

You look at him, curious as to what he meant by that. He sends a sheepish smile and scratches the back of his neck, a small blush starts to form on his cheeks.

“Rather it feels like I’m rewarding myself. After all, I got to enjoy your beautiful self treating my wounds like this. Before I knew it, I just seemed to start getting myself hurt on purpose whenever I see you nearby.”

Izuku lets out a small giggle as if he’s a teenage girl in love. You probably wouldn’t have minded it much if he had stopped at the second sentence. You would have probably just thought of him being his usual sweet self.

But he just HAD to add that last sentence, huh?

You look at him in pure shock and fear. What he said was definitely not normal. Why would he do that, would be a stupid question to ask at this point, especially since he has clearly stated his reason before the last sentence.

You see the way his eyes are glinting dangerously as his lips curve up into a sweet smile. So sweet it’s almost sickening.

“I-I have to go. Excuse me.”

You quickly leave the treatment room behind. Your minds wander back to the one time you were talking with Shota. The older man had mentioned in passing how Izuku had gotten into accidents and hurting himself more after you had come to work at UA Circus. You just brushed it off, thinking that Shota was just overthinking things. You thought nothing of it and had almost forgotten all about what he said.

But after what just happened…you started to think there was a possibility that what Shota said…might be true.

You quicken your steps and your mind is thrown into chaos. A part of you doesn’t want to think about it anymore, hoping what had happened today was just a bad dream, but you knew better than to run away from reality. Another part of you is just so bothered by Shouto and Izuku’s weird demeanor towards you that you can’t help but to start speculating things.

You kept your eyes on the ground while walking, completely oblivious to your surroundings. Only after your face hits someone’s chest do you finally tear your eyes away from the floor. The one you bump into doesn’t seem too pleased however since you heard him scowl and curse under his breath.

You look up to see a very familiar face. Katsuki. You could’ve sworn you’ve never been more happy in your life to see the gremlin blondie. Your face completely lit up but it soon wilted into a confused frown when you saw Katsuki glaring down at you.

He was being pretty soft and kind to you just a few hours ago. What have you done in that short span of time to make him look…angry at you even though you literally didn’t even see his face during those few hours?

Well, I just hope you don’t need an explanation because he won’t be giving you any. Before you knew it, you’re already on your knees and looking up at his intimidating eyes. After all you’ve been through for today, you thought that maybe Katsuki can help comfort you, even in the most indirect way ever.

You guessed wrong.

Instead of “comforting”, his glare literally made your knees weak, resulting in you cowering before his seemingly tall figure. Instead of “comforting”, he made your fear worsen and your mind totally gave up in trying to think up any words to say, at all.

“What were you doing, talking to that half and half bastard and that loser Deku?”

He asks in a low, rumbling voice. It almost seems like he’s trying hard to hold back his anger, as if the one he’s showing isn’t enough.

You try to say something, anything, but the word never came out. Instead, you’re left gaping at him like a dumb fish. Tears started forming at the corner of your eyes and you slowly closed them, in hopes that you’d wake up from this nightmare.

Instead of waking up, you heard a loud scoff behind and shortly after that, your body was being carried by a pair of strong arms.

“Kacchan, you really don’t know how to treat your object of affection nicely, do you?”

Followed by a small, mocking chuckle, you saw Izuku carrying you bridal style. Your heart must’ve leapt out of your chest for a minute because you suddenly stop breathing out of shock. After the situation has sank in however, it beats again rapidly against your ribcage, almost making you feel like throwing up.

Not even a second after that, you’re greeted with another shock as you saw a sharp blade only an inch away from Izuku’s neck. Izuku sends a side glance to the perpetrator behind him.

“Hands. Off of her before I make you.”

Shouto calmly threatens while tightening his fingers around the blade. Izuku doesn’t seem surprised at all as he lets out a weary sigh.

Izuku finally lets you down and puts you a bit farther away before gathering back to the other two.

That night became your unlucky night and you’ll forever remember it.

Not only will you need to witness this little bloody show battle in front of your very eyes but you’ll also need to be the prize of the winner of the battle.

And it goes without saying that your opinion doesn’t matter here.

#tw: yandere #tw: self harm #yandere #yandere bnha x reader #yandere bnha #bnha yandere #yandere bakugo x reader #yandere izuku x reader #yandere todoroki x reader #bnha todoroki shouto #bnha midoriya izuku #bnha bakugou katsuki

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cuppayellowtea · 1 year

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Restful morning

#todoroki shouto #shouto todoroki #todoroki shoto #shoto todoroki #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #todoroki shouto bnha #bnha todoroki shouto

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bajisbbg · 1 year

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he’s just too cute

#shosho #prettyboyshou #bnha shouto todoroki #shouto todoroki #todoroki shouto #mha shouto #bnha shouto #bnha todoroki shouto #mha shouto todoroki #mha shoto #shoto torodoki #bnha shoto #mha shoto todoroki #todoroki shoto #shoto todoroki #bnha todoroki shoto #bnha shoto todoroki #todoroki

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fanficerror · 4 months

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Gonna take my first stab at actually posting something while jumping onto this scrumptious Christmas bandwagon... https://www.tumblr.com/bookcluberror/737988146877349888/i-love-this-so-much-gonna-go-dream-about-my-own

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In my head, elf!Shouto sees Error, one of Santa Kiri's reindeer hybrids, for the first time when she's walking back to the barn after a quiet stroll in the woods. She's new to the herd this year, and he hasn't gotten the chance to meet her, yet.

At first he brushes off the subtle zap he feels in his chest when he sees her trudging through the snow... Thinking maybe Denki the elf grazed his shoulder while walking behind him, or perhaps he swallowed his warm milk down the wrong pipe. But it definitely couldn't be because he glanced at a pretty doe. He sees the does around the village every day, after all.

But when he sees her again the next day, this time skipping dinner to dash off into the trees behind the reindeer barn, he feels that zap again. Grabbing a couple of christmas cookies off the table in the break room, Shouto sprints (Casually. Totally casually.) out the door towards the woods in the hopes of finding her...

Why? He's not quite sure. But he knows he needs to see her.

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Error the reindeer was new to the herd this year. Not younger, or less experienced, but definitely new. At first voices would hush when she entered a room, and eyes would follow her when she moved, as always happens when a new member is thrust into a tight-knit group of peers. But luckily for Error, the does in Santa's herd were lovely, and sweet, and welcoming once everyone had time to acclimate to one another. She felt very much at home with her new friends, and soon she was her quirky and energetic self.

However, with all the reindeer training so hard lately, it's not often that she got time alone. Although loud, and outgoing, she wasn't as extroverted as she appeared. So when she was presented with small moments to escape on her own throughout the day, she would put all else aside in order to cherish some peace and quiet to herself. Sometimes walking in silence, sometimes singing softly to herself, or maybe even spinning around in the snow under the moonlight. Just small snapshots in time that she could call her own.

And that's exactly what Error was doing the first time she met Shouto the elf.

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Shouto walked slowly towards the clearing in the woods. His excited energy had fled, leaving him with uncharacteristic nervousness. His thoughts raced while his feet idled.

What was he doing? She probably wanted to be alone. Or maybe she was meeting someone else to share the beautiful snow fall with.

Logic demanded that he turn around and walk back the way he came. However, as he turned to leave, all rational thought slipped from his grasp when he noticed a new sound coming from the nearby clearing. The softest voice drifted through the pine needles on the trees, and swirled with the snowflakes in the wind.

His feet moved without command until he reached the end of the path, and finally he saw her.

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She heard him before she saw him. A steady crunch of snow and snapping of twigs alerted Error to the fact that someone had entered the small clearing. Whether they had stumbled upon her by accident, or had come looking for her didn't matter. Her brief moment of reprieve was at an end.

As she slowed spinning feet, and quieted her song, she was able to make out the outline of a person standing by the path.

"I didn't mean to interrupt."

Silence followed.

"I - I thought you might be hungry. It looked like you rushed out before dinner."

Error took a timid step towards the figure, who appeared to be a tall male elf, with candy cane hair. He stood straighter than most, and somehow seemed shy while still exuding an air of confidence about him. She was intrigued.

"Thank you. I wanted to catch the snowfall. I was afraid I would miss it if I waited until after I had eaten. I didn't think to bring anything along."

They moved closer during the quiet exchange, until Shouto was near enough to reach out and offer her one of the cookies he had poached from inside. Once Error had accepted it, and found a spot to settle on a nearby log, Shouto sat down in the snow at what he considered an appropriate distance away.

Minutes passed where they made quiet small talk, flittering from subject to subject without settling on anything in particular. Error nibbled on her red treat while feeling an unfamiliar flutter in her tummy. She was rarely this quiet, and never this shy. Usually the one to steer conversation and spur the energy within any interaction, she found it strange that the man across from her seemed to leave her with so few words.

Shouto was similarly struck with a limited ability to speak. He was never a man of many words, but he was familiar enough with social interactions to be able to hold a conversation better than this. It was embarrassing, really, how his mouth didn't seem to say what he wanted it to. So he busied himself with picking the green sprinkles off of his cookie to both occupy his mouth and force him to stop staring into the literal doe eyes she kept focused on his face. The eyes he found himself getting lost in, while he should be making conversation.

Error knew that soon the reindeer caretaker would notice her missing yet again when dinner ended and the bell rang to usher the does back to their stables. She found herself wishing, more than usual, for a few more minutes. This time however, not for minutes alone. She wanted more time with this stranger who made her feel calm and excited at the same time. Who didn't even know her name, but thought of her hunger and loneliness when he saw her in the woods. This strange elf wh-

A cheerful bell rang out, interrupting Error's thoughts. The signal that dinner was over and the reindeer handlers would be preparing the does for bed soon. Anxiety surged through Error's body as she clumsily scrambled to get up onto her feet. Shouto tried not to show his amusement at watching a creature that looked so elegant and graceful slip and slide and trip over her own limbs.

"I have to go! Oh no.... Bakugo already scolded me for sneaking off yesterday!"

Shouto's heart dropped as he realized she was already making her way out of the clearing.

"Wait!"

"Thank you for the cookie! It was nice meeting you......"

Her voice faded as she bolted through the trees, until soon all Shouto could hear was the whistling of the wind and the distant jingling of bells that always filled the silence of the small Christmas village. Emotions surged through him, mixing with each other until he could no longer tell the difference between them. Excitement, disappointment, hope, embarrassment, confusion and curiosity....

He didn't even know her name.

But he did know that he needed to see her again.

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Okay, please be nice, this was my first ever writing post. Its real rough and not reread, so sorry about that! Eeeeeeeeeeeek

Tagging everyone who added to the Christmas au so far, hope that's okay!

@thenamesmiz @dcsiremc @neon-gothicc @bakubunny @shinsouslightningbug

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sukustar · 1 year

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I found where is the budget of BNHA6😉

#bnha todoroki #todoroki family #bnha shoto todoroki #enji todoroki #bnha endeavour #mha endeavour #endeavor #mha shoto #my hero acedamia #dabi dance #touya todoroki #dabi mha #mha touya #dabi #bnha shouto #bnha todoroki touya #bnha todoroki shouto #family

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eternal-mikrokosmos · 2 years

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Fallen Stars, Frozen Hearts Pt.9

Pairing: Prince!Todoroki x Reader ✨🤗💥

Warnings: swearing, mild violence ig

Word count: 3k

“Your posture is lacking.” Your mother pushes your shoulders back as you balance a vase on your head in front of Todoroki.

As if your back could be any straighter, you roll your shoulders and stand taller.

“I apologize.” You hold your hands together on your lap as you walk across the hall of your ceremony holding.

“Prince Todoroki, I advise you to keep your eyes forward, you’re leading in this section.” Your mother stares at him with her piercing red eyes, watching his every move.

He suddenly trips over your dress and brings you with him, the vase falling as well.

You catch yourself along with the vase, sighing and putting it back on your head.

“May I suggest something, mother?” You keep your eyes forward, already knowing her brow is arching in response.

“Could he have something balanced as well? To help with posture, of course.” Only your eyes turn in her direction as Todoroki stands up, dusting himself off.

“And what would he balance?”

“A book, since he doesn’t seem to have experience with the stakes.” You glance at him, your body unmoving.

“Hm.” She opens and closes her hands at the nearby maid, getting her immediate attention.

“A book.” She says, taking off the vase from your head as she receives the book.

“Prince, have you been shown anything in the balance category?” She places the book on your head and snaps her fingers for another, placing it on your head when receiving it.

“No, Queen Luna.” He responds, staring at her motions.

“Princess (Y/n) has been training in this since she could walk, whether she has bad posture or not, balance is key. Elegance is of the essence.” She finally places the vase on the stack upon your head, surprising him when it doesn’t waver.

“Walk.” She commands. You follow, not a beat behind.

You begin walking slowly through the halls, picking up speed when she informs you to do so.

“Stop, come.” She directs, both of them watching as you stop smoothly, turn, and begin walking again in her direction.

“Notice how her footsteps do not sound heavy, as they are not pounding into the ground in order to stay steady. You lack in all of those categories.” She looks down on him and he swallows, unsure of what to do.

“Stop in front of him, give him one.” She crosses her arms and you pause in front of him, lifting one book and the vase with a spell, floating the other onto his head.

It falls immediately.

“Fix him.” She keeps her gaze on you every second you move.

You put your items down on a nearby table and pick up the fallen book, pushing his shoulders back and spine straight.

“Chin up, eyes forward.” You put the book back on his head and hesitantly push up his chest.

“Chest up, shoulders straight and back, feet slightly apart.” You kick his feet apart softly, only short of his shoulder width.

“Look at me.” You order, taking in a deep breath. He does as you say and you fix his hair, moving a couple strands away from his eyes.

“Perfect.” Your mother praises, placing a chilled hand on your exposed shoulder.

“You will continue to train on this, I will see to it tomorrow that your posture has improved without the need of a book, Prince Todoroki.” She stalks past him, disappearing from the grounds.

Once you no longer sense her presence, you slouch slightly, taking a deep breath.

“Why do you get to slouch?” He hisses, taking the book off his head.

“Because I’ve been trained to get back into an immediate position since I was 1 Year old. Put the book back on or else.” You warn, taking a seat in a nearby chair.

“Or else what?”

“She’ll hang you upside down until your spine forces itself straight forever.” You close your eyes and his eyes widen.

“She can’t do that.”

“She can and she has. I’m evidence A through Z.” You rub your shoulders and he slowly puts the book back on his head.

After a beat of silence, he speaks up again.

“Did she really do that?”

“Why do you think it only takes a soft nudge for me to become straighter, rather than having to fix me like I did to you.”

“I apologize for upsetting you yesterday.” He looks away from you and you conjure up the gift he gave you, floating it to him.

“I don’t like gifts.”

“It’s rude not to accept it. It was costly.” He frowns.

“I didn’t tell you to get me anything, nor to upset me. I would prefer if you didn’t use objects as a first means in order to get me to forgive you.” You place the basket down in front of him and he frowns.

He ignores you and begins to walk forward, the book slipping off him.

After a couple tries, he grunts in frustration.

“Are you going to do something or are you just going to sit on your ass all day?”

“No, I have a sleepover after this. I’m just waiting for the hour to pass.”

He growls loudly, throwing the book at you, watching it fall to your feet.

“You throw like a boy with no manners.” You cross your arms and he stomps in your direction, taking a hold of your arm and pulling you up.

“Get up, and help me.”

“Not with that attitude.” You shake him off and grab the book, pushing it onto his head roughly, making him growl again.

“Stop raising your arms to steady it, you’re throwing off both your posture and your balance.” You hold his arms down and push him to walk, the book falling backwards onto your chest. You push his head forward, putting it back.

“Stop trying to look at it, you’re throwing it off. Look at my phone and lift your body with your strides, both feet should be in contact with the ground at the same time as you take another step.” You take off the book and begin showing him, your left toes planting onto the ground at the same time your right heel moves.

“How is anyone supposed to get anywhere with that walk?” He crosses his arms and you smack his arms down, aggravating him.

“No arm crossing. And that walk is for slow elegance, not travel. You don’t walk with your weight on your heels when you travel, but keep most of it on the balls of your feet, as if you’re floating.”

He raises a brow.

“Let me guess, you’ve never seen plays where the ballerinas wear incredibly long dresses and look like they’re hovering backwards?”

“No.”

“Well, they basically scoot backwards to give off the illusion of floating. I wear heels often, so the rule for men might be different.” You float the book back onto his head, bringing out your wings and flying right behind him.

“What are you doing?”

“Keeping your posture.” You slide your hands under his arms and hold his shoulders back, keeping his spine straight and chest up.

“Isn’t this a bit unnessaccary?” He shivers at your close proximity, feeling your breath on his neck.

“Do you want to be hung upside down?”

“No.”

“Then walk.” You flutter close to him and press your chest against his back, causing him to stiffen.

“Walk, Todoroki.” You nudge at his knee and he keels over, bringing you with him.

You fall on his back and lean up.

“Why didn’t you walk?!” You watch as he remains still, the book hiding his face.

“Todoroki.” You push the book off him and his skin remains flushed, his eyes looking for an escape.

You scoff and rip your dress from out under him, flying above him.

“Practice is over.” You announce, taking your phone and flying out of the building.

He stays on the ground, groaning loudly as he covers his face out of pure embarrassment.

He gets up and calls his carriage, holding his coat in front of him along with the gift basket, not caring for the chilling wind.

When the carriage arrives, he begrudgingly gets in, taking a seat.

Rubbing a hand down his face, he sighs loudly, desperately trying to ignore the obvious issue on his person.

“Of all the times it had to happen..” He thinks, staring out his window that’s been tinted against the rest of the world.

When he arrives at his castle, he steps out, quietly making his way into his room without acknowledging any of his staff that try to check up on him.

“Shouto, how was your practice?” Enji asks, not actually caring but only to get a snippet on what happens on something he’s not allowed to control.

He ignores his father, walking past him and telling the maid to bring his dinner to his quarters.

“Shouto?” His mom stops him.

“How was practice?” She asks sweetly, petting back the few stray hairs that decided to rest on his face on the way inside.

“A mess.” He whispers, closing his eyes at her touch.

“Stop babying him. You’re the exact reason he can’t find a mate.” Enji snarls, reaching for his wife’s wrist until Shouto swats it away.

“The only reason I haven’t found my mate is because of you, and the lack of people with that ability to have one, because you decided to get married based on power. That, and you continuously decide on keeping me away from society in order to make me stronger. Well, look where that got us. I have to get married to a random ass girl because you thought you were always right.” He pushes past him again, heading to his room.

“Stronger my ass. You’re going to a shit retirement space.”

He stares at the walls as he makes his way, scoffing at the many male leaders of his bloodline that had made the same mistakes as his father, neither of them learning their lesson as his kingdom slowly made its way into damnation.

The maids scurry away when he comes into his chambers, his food freshly made hidden under the lids of the fancy serving platter.

He raises his hand to remove the lid and pauses when he sees the ring you gifted him, glinting in the light of the chandelier.

He takes it off and holds it up in the light, being able to see multiple of the same thing in your favorite color.

“I have something for you, now that she’s gone.” You smile brightly at him, making him suspicious.

“I don’t like gifts.”

You frown.

“Well, you have no choice but to accept this one.” You try to lift the mood as you always do, but he’s proving it to be difficult nowadays.

You bring out a black box out of thin air, catching it once gravity takes its hold.

“Ah, one more thing.” You make another box come out of thin air, much larger than the previous one.

“You got me two things?” He becomes stiff, uncomfortable. He only brought you the ring, unannounced at that.

“You can open the small one first.” You hand it to him before he can reach for the bigger one, giving him big eyes of hope.

He raises a brow at your reaction, taking the small box out of your hands and opening it.

You bite your lip, waiting for a reaction.

He takes it out of the box and looks around it, handing it to you. You look at it, disappointed.

You didn’t expect this to be his reaction. Well, maybe.

“You’re supposed to put it on me.” He says, holding the ring between two fingers.

“Oh!” You toss the big box into the air and he jumps, reaching for it, but it stays in the air.

“Can..I see your hand?” You hold the ring and he exhales, giving you his left hand.

You carefully slip it onto his ring finger, taking a step back when you finish.

“So?”

“So?” He looks at his ring on your hand, full of hope.

“What do you think?”

He looks at the new ring on his finger, twisting his hand around to get a full view.

“It’s..nice. Thank you.” He says slowly.

You try your best to hide your disappointment once again and hand him the big box.

“Now this.”

He huffs, opening the box.

His eyes widen when he sees a red glass bowl, small snowflakes intricately carved and molded into the sides, the lid with a snowflake handle. Inside the bowl, cold soba.

“It’s, custom for the bride to make something with their magic for the groom.” You play with your fingers nervously and he looks up at you, surprised.

“You made this?”

“Yes, I did.. We’re supposed to learn the spell and try it for the first time after fully learning it, then give the piece. Some make necklaces or rings, but I found the bowl to be more convenient. You already have to have something you don’t want on your person, I didn’t want to make it worse.” You smile and his expression saddens, looking back down at the bowl.

“It’s beautiful, thank you. I’ll make good use of it.” He closes the box and you jump.

“Oh, that wasn’t everything.” You step closer and his eyes widen when you open the box again and pull out a pair of chopsticks that match the bowl, the mold of small snowflakes and wind curving through them.

“W-wow, you really put a lot of thought into them..” He takes them from your hands softly and inspects them.

“This is part of your customs?”

“Partially. For witches, you create a spell for your partner and cast it on the wedding day. For vampires, you hunt something and give your partner the best part, after fixing it of course.”

He stiffens immediately. You look up at him with big eyes, confused at his reaction.

“You don’t like it?”

“Not exactly. What did you make this out of? Is it...” He hesitates and your eyes widen.

“No! No no no! I don’t do that! I swear it’s not blood!”

“What is it then?” He holds it with a full grasp again, somewhat reassured.

“They’re rare crystals. Ones elder witches bless and vampires use for prosperity and protection.” You smile at him again but he doesn’t smile.

“Yet you gave it to me as a bowl and chopsticks..? Don’t you need it?”

“Well, I wanted you to have one so you have something to look forward to in this marriage.”

He stares at the blood red bowl on the table next to his food, the chopsticks neatly placed next to it.

“She really is crazy..”

“I’ve never seen him so relaxed, in a less relaxed position..” Kirishima stands by the door, holding a tray of snacks.

Bakugou has his eyes rolled back but looks angry, laying in your lap with your fingers on his scalp, massaging him.

“He looks possessed.” Shinsou clips his hair away from his face, sliding on a watermelon and peach face mask.

“Can’t believe she managed to subdue him, too.” Shinsou smooths out his mask and Kirishima puts down the tray, placing his hands on his hips in an offended manner.

“And you didn’t think to wait until I was ready so we could put on the masks together? Bun brought headbands.” He lifts the different animal headbands and shakes them aggressively.

“You didn’t tell me you brought headbands!” Shinsou shoots up from his beanbag in disbelief, the betrayal.

“I did, I even singled out the cat one for you, too.” You frown at him and he almost slaps a hand to his forehead until he remembers he’s wearing a mask.

You slip on a yellow puppy headband on Bakugou, placing a mask on him softly.

“I can’t believe I let you do this to me.” He says, acting like he doesn’t like it, then proceeds to swat your hands away to smooth out the folds on his strawberry pomegranate mask.

“What mask are you picking, Kirishima?” You watch as he puts on a red devil horn headband, eyeing the small basketful of different face masks.

“Hm, I’m debating between Cherry Kiwi or Blueberry and Plum.” He taps his chin in deep thought and you hear your phone ring across the room next to Kirishima.

You frown and float your phone over, not expecting any messages for the night.

You jump off the bed and drop Katsuki’s head on the bed, startling him.

“Can I go somewhere private? My mother is saying she wants to talk to me.” You tiptoe hurriedly and Katsuki points outside the door.

You rush out of the room and find another empty room, locking yourself inside.

You call Dabi and chew at your lip, tapping your fingers on your cheek.

“What?” He answers.

“I’m not at the castle.”

Silence.

“Okay, so where are you?”

“I’m not telling you.”

“Wha- why not? I don’t exactly have time to be ignored right now.”

“I’m not ignoring you. You’re supposed to text me ahead of time if you’re coming to the castle, and you came when I’m not there, and I can’t exactly leave.”

Silence again.

“Can we video call?” He asks in a weird high pitched tone.

You look at the phone momentarily to make sure you’re still talking to the right person.

“Hello?”

“Nevermind. When are you coming back?”

“In two days.”

“What?! I can’t wait two days!”

“Why not?” You question, becoming suspicious.

“I get bored in my apartment. You’re my only entertainment.”

“Goodnight Dabi, go home.” You hang up before he can respond and take a deep breath, walking out of the vacant room and back into Katsuki’s room.

“Everything go okay?” Kirishima asks, turning to you with a frog mask from a popular show chain they showed you. Seems he went with the Cherry Kiwi mask.

“Yeah, she was just reminding me about how Todoroki should be my priority right now since our ‘ceremony’ is coming up.”

“When is it?”

You shrug.

“Soon, I suppose. 2 years at the most.”

“What?!” Everyone stands up and you don’t make eye contact.

“I know. But I don’t want to talk about it, I came to have a good time and I will. Now hand me the mask basket.”

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savnofilter · 2 years

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good morning to everyone especially the people who edited these photos.

#GUYS PLS HELP ME FIND WHO DID THESE #theyre so good for what reason?#none #at all #bnha todoroki shouto #mha todoroki shouto #random shit: husbandos.todoroki #d dabbles

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sugarlywhispers · 6 months

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t.shouto + sex with gf after a long time in hero mission

☆—a.n; apparently i'm in shouto mood lol😆, so this was written pretty quickly. i'm not really used to write for him, so sorry if it's not that good🙏🏻

Todoroki Shouto threw his head back, leaning it over the back of the sofa; a deep throaty moan came out of him when you deepthroated his cock, gasps making his chest move up and down in a battle of gaining air back to his lungs as the pleasure swirled through his whole body. His eyes closed tight and he hissed while you released him in a very slow motion, dragging your tongue around his length.

“Fuck,” he whispered, so lost in the pleasure you were giving him. You smiled when you reached the head, and stayed there licking it with devotion. His hands that until that moment were grabbing the sofa with white knuckles went straight to the back of your neck, bringing you up and making you straddle him.

His mouth attacked yours full force, one of his hands positioning himself at your entrance while the other hugged your waist. Your lower body was already naked, pants and panties lost somewhere in his living room; he also had his pants and boxer down his legs. You both still had your upper clothes on, the only difference was that you had one of his shirts on. That was what had started all of this in the first place. For him, seeing you in his clothes was one of his biggest turn ons, so he had asked you not to take the shirt off. It did something stir inside him every time he saw you in his clothes; call it possessiveness, obsession, love; Shouto didn't care. He just thought you were all his to taste and touch and look at and loose himself into every time or moment you would let him. And that simple fact made him go insane for you.

Your arms circled his broad shoulders and your fingers tangled in the duo coloured hair on the back of his head. His hands went inside your shirt, arms surrounding your waist and his fingers and nails scratched your skin a little bit while you sunk down on his length.

“Oh, babe,” you moaned, feeling him stretch you so deliciously; foreheads joined and your noses touching each other. His eyes were almost closed enjoying the feeling of your pussy engulfing him completely.

Home. He's home.

It had been so long since the last time you both could have at least a couple of hours for each other. This was the first night together after a long month of Hero mission that separated you both. So when he arrived home and saw you wearing one of his favorite t-shirts, he lost it. He couldn't avoid walking–almost running–towards you, picking you up, smashing your lips together and practically throwing both of you on the sofa in a heavy and needy make up session that you weren't complaining about at all.

Todoroki Shouto had only one thought in mind for both of you:

Fuck the sense out of each other.

“Did you miss me, babe?” You asked in an almost whisper, your sweet breath invading his face and making him delve into your spell, words making him tense and grab your waist with more force.

His thrusts were slow, but strong and firm, as if wanting that each time he went inside his size and girth were left imprinted deep.

His… All his.

Shouto's little grunts that he was trying to hold back collided with your face, making you smirk in realization of how doomed he was for you.

"I missed you…so much… You feel so good, babe." He whined. You knew that he loved it when you started to talk to him, to praise him during sex.

His actions were clear: he was close to cumming.

You pecked his cheek before whispering right into his ear, “Did you miss my pussy that much, babe?”

“Fuck, Y/N!” He moaned in a low voice that made you even wetter than you already were when you started to move in slow circles.

“Mmmh… You're about to cum, honey?” He nodded, his eyes closed so tight, trying to hold his orgasm, his breathing heavy and fast. You knew he wouldn't last longer. “You're doing so well, babe. Your cock feels amazing inside me… I love it. I love you.”

He moaned strongly this time, hiding his face in the space between your chin and your collarbone.

“Cum, babe. Cum inside me…”

That's all he needed. He grabbed your hips, making you stay still, and he came with a contained growl. You smiled, scratching his head with love.

After a few moments of him trying to control his breathing, he moved his head back just a bit so he could look directly at your eyes, his own completely drowned in pleasure after his orgasm.

“I love you, Y/N,” he smiled, happy and relaxed.

“And I love you…” You said pecking his nose, making him chuckle and hide his face against your neck again.

He was crazy about you and he didn't care what the world could say about it.

He was crazy in love.