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embracetheshipping · 12 hours
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mha-shiz · 2 days
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I think- the todorokis had an in with the hero comission. It's why Enji was allowed to have a quirk marriage, so that he could breed a powerful hero that would become the hero comissions tool. Im sure they even helped with specifics of it and provided the doctors and helped with the process itself.
Touya seemed perfect, they let Enji train him, until the drawbacks were learned.
I'm sure the comission went after Dabi to try to get him to join, he would be perfect, as a top hero, or villain. But he smelled bs and didn't want anyone controlling him so he told them to fuck off.
Natsuo and Fuyumi weren't what the comission wanted so, they didn't get to know.
But Shoto. He is perfect. He was molded into a fine tool for the comission, he wouldn't need to be connected to his family, he had the power, he would've been perfect as the next Hawks/Lady Nagant.
Then Enji called off the deal. It didn't help with his flailing reputation of Dabi revealing himself, the comission falling, and everything.
It just- makes another connection between the todorokis and Hawks-
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amaraee · 1 year
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"TWINSIES!"
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getstarried · 1 month
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if you're raised with an angry man in your house,
there will always be an angry man in your house.
you will find him even when he is not there.
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anime-as-textposts · 8 months
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yandere-romanticaa · 2 months
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I feel like I'm 15 again. Todoroki was my first BNHA love, it's only fair that he gets a little something.
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Shoto, who has had his eye on you ever since his UA days. He was enrolled in the hero course while you were in the general course, leading a completely separate life from his own. You had your own interests, hobbies, friends.
It was so beautiful to admire, from a safe distance of course.
Shoto was aware of his popularity amongst the student body due to his powerful quirk and impeccable grades. Whenever he would walk down the hall to class the murmurs of hundreds of students would follow, their beady and curious eyes either glaring daggers of envy or were in absolute awe of him.
Either way, he did not care, not for any single one of them. He was never too keen to call the people around him "extras" in the same way Bakugo did but whenever he would catch sight of you in the hall, every single possible distraction really did become a hassle. His cool mask was always under the dangerous threat of melting at the mere sight of you, it would even triple if you talked to, or if God was feeling merciful, accidentally touch him. His mask of indifference would slip for a brief second, dual eyes widening in shock as he would get a whiff of your perfume and would curse the fact that there were so many people around.
If he could die with his nose buried in your neck, it would be the sweetest way to go.
Shoto would become paranoid of the thought of being discovered. Sometimes, just sometimes when he was feeling just a little bit bolder than usual, he would press himself just ever so closer to you in the cramped hall and would take in every nook and cranny he possibly could. The average student would think nothing of this as he was probably just in a rush to get to class. He would also always apologize politely, Shoto would even try giving you a sweet smile while doing so.
However. The people who knew Shoto were not your average students.
Bakugo was not known for his subtlety and that legacy still lives on. On a Friday evening when the last bell had rung and the classroom was empty, the hotheaded lad trapped Shoto in a corner.
"Just say how you feel dumbass." Bakugo had said, his gruff tone slightly quieter than usual.
At least he had enough grace to not be a complete jackass.
With his eyes closed and lips pressed in a thin line Shoto had shook his head in defiance. Bakugo made the entire situation sound so easy, as if Shoto could just walk up to you and ask to hang out. You were a kind person and would most likely say yes, but Shoto was not so sure if you could handle the sheer intensity of his feelings. This, whatever this was, was all consuming, it left Shoto feeling breathless and restless, for who knows how long. You made him lose focus but you also made him so much stronger at the same time. He would space out in class a bit too often for comfort, which lead to Aizawa scolding him until the tips of his ears turned red.
This was so much more than a simple crush.
Bakugo shrugged his shoulders and exited the classroom. "Whatever you say icy hot. Just don't start crying if things don't go down the way you want them to."
Time passes, you all graduate. Shoto still pines helplessly from a distance but he has gotten just a little bit closer to you. Sometimes you meet up and hang out, he could always feel the tips of his fingers twitching in anticipation, eager to hold you but he kept his distance.
He didn't want to scare you off.
Even more time has passed and Shoto is a professional hero now. He is an honest worker and has built up a strong reputation. Everyone wants to be him or be with him.
But he still wants you.
Even after all these years, he still longs for your touch. He longs to be the only man in your life, the one you come home to.
Shoto watches you from his office window, his eyes glued to you and the person you were so lovingly fondling over. He grits his teeth and clenches his fist so tight that his knuckles turn white as snow.
That should be him down there. He should be the one who gets to hold you, touch you, kiss you.
It should be Shoto Todoroki who you love. Not whoever that extra is. He swiftly turns his gaze away from the window, a sick amusement coming over him. "Extra" really was a fitting term for whoever was down there.
Shoto should have listened to Bakugo all those years ago. He should have listened to him. He may be a cocky loudmouth but he was right and you had slipped right away from him.
Finally, it was time to take matters into his own two hands. He was done longing and lingering in the shadows. He wasn't too keen on manipulating the hero system he swore to protect but damn it all. It had to be done.
Killing your little lover was so easy, it came to him like breathing. The beauty of his quirk that it was so versatile, he could come up with so many creative ways into disposing that pesky thorn in his side. Hot flames and horrid ice marred the flesh of your little lover but Shoto was clever. Oh yes, Shoto was indeed so clever as he made sure to keep the physical torture to the minimum, just in case someone decided to get smart and start suspecting him.
Besides, it was so much more impactful to gloat over his victory. He was the one who was going to take care of you for the rest of your days together.
Not even death could tear you away from him.
Shoto watched the life being snuffed away from the poor sucker as he cried and spat out pools of sweat and blood. There were no heroes here that could help him, not a single soul was in sight.
He was completely in Shoto's mercy. And he was not going to give him a single drop of it.
The pro hero tossed the lifeless body aside and hid it sloppily, because he knew that you would be worried, that people would come looking. He cleaned up the scene of the crime and secured himself an alibi, just to be safe.
Shoto started walking towards his office but the adrenaline of the encounter still pumped in his veins, his mind was all over the place.
And your face was front and center.
Instead of his original plan of waiting it out, Shoto made the hasty decision to just.... Take you. He had waited for years, and years and years. He would be gentle, naturally.
And with time, he was positive that you would come to appreciate him.
And just like that, he was at your front door, ringing the doorbell like crazy. You opened the door in a worried frenzy, dressed in your comfortable pj's which Shoto just adored.
Suddenly, he had pushed you inside of your apartment and closed the door with his foot, freezing it ever so slightly with his quirk. He pinned you to the ground, both of your arms in a single tight grip as the other ever so gently caressed your face. His gaze was wild but focused, so utterly lovesick that there wasn't a single word which could describe the range of emotions he was feeling.
Finally, after all these years Shoto had you where he wanted you. And there was nothing that could change that.
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darlink-xoxo · 11 months
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PLATINUM IT IS!๑♡՞
in which, your boyfriend stumbles into your shared home, drunk
and keeps mumbling about something..
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Warnings: Intoxication, Love Drunk + Actually Drunk Shoto, Fluff, Puppy love 🫶.. and spelling mistakes
❥ · ゚₊ You were patiently waiting for your boyfriend to come to your dorm room, he had been spending the afternoon with the guys somewhere. although you and the girls also went out, you had gotten home way before he did. it had just been a few minutes ago when you received a text from izuku, informing you that he'd be dropping your boyfriend off at your door. as apparently, he's been fussing about wanting to see you ever since they left the restaurant.
the green haired boy also told you that your boyfriend was drunk, so you had enough minutes to prepare your room. taking a sip of the cold water you placed on the counter, you turned when a knock came from your door. you opened it to reveal your pouting boyfriend with his arm slung on izuku's shoulder.
your shoto's face instantly perks up at the sight of you. laughing as you picture his metaphorical tail wagging a mile per second, izuku sends you a tired smile. almost like a reflex, shoto latches himself onto you, happily nuzzling into your neck. izuku waves you goodbye and whispers a 'good luck' before he closes the door. you fumble to lock it with your boyfriend putting all his weight onto you.
"my lovelyy.. i'm homeeee," he slurs, tightly hugging your waist to keep you close to him.
you giggle as you brushed his hair out of his face to reveal his dazed smile, "i can see that, my love," you whisper as you press a kiss to his nose.
he all but hums, closing his eyes in bliss. as he slumps his figure onto you, he softly mumbles something into the crown of your head. leaning up to kiss him along his jaw, you whisper and ask him to repeat what he said.
he lifted his head up and quietly recited his words, "my darling,, let's get married," he suggested with a caring smile on his face.
your eyes widened, struggling to respond as you nearly fumbled while carrying your boyfriend's weight.
"oh shoto.. honey, you're not thinking clearly, let's get you some water and then to bed," you muttered, feeling your palms getting moist by how flustered your boyfriend could make you even when drunk.
"I memorized your ring size way back when we started holding hands,, so now you gotta tell me, pretty.." shoto murmured to you in a hushed whisper.
you dragged the stumbling boy towards the kitchen, pouring water into a glass, you lifted it towards your boyfriend's lips, "and what should i tell you, handsome?"
with a gentle smile, he leaned away from the glass, "you need to tell me what ring you want," he dropped that information as if it was nothing and leaned toward the glass of water in your stilled hand.
"i-.. pardon..?" you blinked feverishly, did he just say what you thought he did??
he kept silent as he gulped down the water you held up to him, letting out a delighted sigh when finished, "what do you want your ring made of? is there any diamond you have in mind?"
you stiffly placed the glass into the sink, shutting off the lights behind you and sauntering the both of you towards your shared bedroom. zoned out, you only snapped back when your boyfriend repeatedly poked your cheek with a noticeable pout on his face.
"i want my answer, dearest.." he seemed to sulk when you didnt answer his question.
"shoto.. i'd rather have this conversation when you're sober,"
"love, please, any diamond you could be thinking isn't out of my reach,"
"i really think we should talk about this in the morning-"
"there's no limit to any brand sweetness, i could even call up someone in the states-"
"darling, let's get you to bed-"
"y/n.."
hearing him say your name crumbled your resistance instantly, sheepishly turning to face him, you shrunk at the saddened yet stern stare he gave you. giving up on avoiding the question, you sighed and turned away to hopefully hide from his pricing gaze.
"i'll take platinum.. any brand is okay.." not even noticing how his entire being perked up, you turned back as you felt him lift himself off of you.
he stumbled and flopped onto your shared bed with a happy and satisfied smile. he snuggled deeper into the pillows, as if you not answering his questions were the only thing keeping him up tonight.
yet even if this was cute, which it was, you realized something..
he didnt even brush his teeth yet.
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luvrkay · 9 months
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Shoto loves when you cockwarm him, he's literally addicted to it.
there's something about the feeling of your warm, wet walls engulfing his entire length that has him moaning into your shoulder blade as he tries to stop himself from fucking up into you.
"cmon sho, you were the one who wanted to do this, dont tell me you can't even last ten minutes" it's the way you tease him that has his dick twitching inside your walls.
"i know baby but you just feel s'good" he sucks lightly on the skin below your ear, smirking against your skin when he hears you moan.
"then fuck me"
shoto groans, debating on staying still and having you cockwarm him or fucking you until the sun starts to rise, hmm decisions...it doesnt take long for him to decide, the latter sounding like a much better option.
shoto lifts your leg, pulling out until nothing but the tip remained inside of you before he's slamming up, fucking into you at a quick pace. your hand grips his forearm, nails scratching into the warm skin on his left side. "fuck sho"
he eventually snakes his arm around you, thumb finding your clit and rubbing harsh circles on the sensitive nub as cum around his dick. shoto doesnt pull out, instead fucking your slick deeper into you until there's a white ring of cream forming around the base of his cock.
AN: I’m bored so I’m taking requests! Please don’t hesitate to send some in!
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slayfics · 3 months
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You know how you did You get caught trying to sneak into Katsuki’s room. Can you do a reverse one? Like, one where the guys get caught sneaking into the readers room? I feel like it be a chaotic mess and super funny lol 😂
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Katsuki gets caught sneaking into your room.
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Chapter Two
"Man, are you sure we won't get caught?" Eijiro said, following Katsuki reluctantly to the girl's side of the dorms.
"We will if you keep complaining so loud shitty hair!" Katsuki barked back at him.
"Sorry, I'm just nervous, you know?" Eijiro said in a much quieter voice.
"It's fine, trust me," Katsuki reassured his friend. "Besides, they both miserably failed and got caught by Iida last time so- it has to be us to sneak over this time," Katsuki explained as he hit the button for the girl's elevator.
Eijiro laughed at the thought of the girls getting scolded by Iida for trying to sneak into the boy's dorms, "It makes it easier that both of our girls are on the same floor, hu?" Eijiro said, smiling at his friend.
"I guess. It doesn't matter either way. We're not going to get caught like they did!" Finally, the elevator dinged open. However, to Katsuki's and Eijiro's surprise, it was not empty.
"Oh, um- hi," Shoto greeted the two boys, surprised to see them waiting for the girl's elevator.
"The hell are you doing here, Icy Hot?!" Katsuki asked.
"I'm just leaving from studying with Yayarozu," he answered.
"Studyinggg~ right," Eijiro said, laughing.
Shoto looked at Eijiro, confused by his statement.
Katsuki let out an annoyed huff, "Well, get out of the damn elevator then," he demanded.
"Oh- actually I forgot to give her back her book so- I was going to go back up," Shoto said, holding and pointing to a book in his hand.
"Well, guess we are all going up then," Eijiro said, cheerfully stepping into the elevator.
"Ugh- fine," Katsuki groaned and stepped in.
"Where are you two going?" Shoto asked as he waited to hear what button to press for everyone.
"None of your damn business!" Katsuki yelled.
At the same time, Eijiro politely said, "Fourth floor please."
"God damn it shitty hair!" Katsuki yelled.
"It's fine- I'm not going to say anything," Shoto said. "But um- what are you two doing up here this late?"
"Studying!" Eijiro answered too hastily, voice filled with anxiety. However, Shoto didn't question the two boys' motives any further.
"The fuck?" Katsuki remarked as the elevator stopped and dinged on the third floor.
"Oh- someone is getting in," Shoto mused.
The three boys stood uncomfortably in the elevator as the doors opened and revealed Denki on the third floor.
"Ohhhh~ hey you guys! What are you all doing here, hmm?" he said, giving the boys a wink.
"Shut the hell up and get in Dunce Face!" Katsuki yelled.
"Why are you acting so weird?" Shoto asked.
Denki just laughed and entered the elevator, then glanced over at the buttons.
"Hmm ok, so the fourth and fifth floor. I think I can guess what rooms everyone's headed to," He teased.
"Hey man, don't make it weird, ok?" Eijiro pleaded.
"What's weird about studying?" Shoto asked.
"Uh," Denki murmured, but before he could make a comment Katsuki intervened.
"Where the hell were you anyway?" Katsuki asked.
"I think it's only Jiro and Hagakure on the third floor, so- my guess is Jiro?" Eijiro said, turning to his friend.
Before Denki could confirm or deny, the elevator opened up to the fourth floor.
"Finally, I can get away from you morons," Katsuki grumbled, but before he could step out, Izuku came from around the corner and crashed into him.
"THE HELL?!" Katsuki hollered.
"Oh! Kacchan! I'm sorry!" Izuku said, apologizing frantically.
"The fuck are you doing here, nerd?!" Katsuki questioned.
"I was just leaving! I was um- studying with Uraraka!" Izuku explained.
Denki laughed, "A lot of 'studying' going on tonight hu?"
"UH- I guess so. Is that why you're all here?" Izuku asked.
"Yep! Just um- about to get started," Eijiro said, laughing nervously and rubbing the back of his neck.
"It's kind of late to just start studying, isn't it?" Izuku asked.
"Yeah, don't you think you guys should get some rest for training tomorrow?" Shoto asked.
"Are they for real right now?" Denki asked, holding in his laughter.
"Tch, probably," Katsuki exclaimed.
"Wait so- you two," Denki said, pointing to Izuku and Shoto, "Were actually studying?"
"What else would we be doing?" Shoto asked plainly.
Before Denki could make any more comments, the boys heard a loud bang followed by-
"Almost there, the forbidden lands~"
"Is it just me or- did that sound like Mineta in the vents?" Denki asked, looking between the boys.
"He never stops, hu?" Izuku said exhaustedly.
"Fucking perv!" Katsuki yelled and stalked over to the vent. "Yeah, that's him in there... Hey! Half and Half, heat up this vent!" Katsuki demanded.
"Won't that hurt him?" Shoto asked.
"Tch- nah it'll just teach him a lesson," Katsuki replied.
"Yeah besides, it's super unmanly to try and spy on girls in their private rooms," Eijiro convinced Todoroki further.
"I suppose you're right," Shoto said as he moved closer to the vent and shot some fire down, heating up the vent red hot in the process.
"OW!" Minoru's scream came ringing out of the vent.
Katsuki, Denki, and Kirishima burst out laughing.
"LAUGH ALL YOU WANT I'M CALLING AIZAWA AND BUSTING YOU GUYS FOR BEING AT THE GIRL'S DORM SO LATE!"
The boys exchanged glances with one another.
"BACK IN THE ELEVATOR GO!" Eijiro yelled, and they all hurried back in fear of being caught by Aizawa.
"Oh, this is bad!" Izuku exclaimed shaking in the back of the elevator.
"Come on Dunce Face! Press the fucking first floor already!" Katsuki yelled.
"I'm rushing, I'm rushing!" Denki said frantically, but as he pressed the button, his anxiety overtook him, causing him to pop off his quirk. A loud buzzing sound went off as the doors closed to the elevator and the lights shut off.
"YOU SHORT CIRCUITED THE ELEVATOR DUMB ASS!" Katsuki yelled.
"OH CRAP!" Denki yelled back in response.
"You guys! We are going to get caught!" Eijiro said, panicked.
Shoto sat in the corner of the elevator calmly.
Izuku panicked, mumbling to himself, "What do you think Aizawa will think? Surly, we were just studying so- that's fine, right? But it is 9pm, he might think that we were up to no good like Mineta bu-"
"SHUT UP NERD!" Katsuki barked.
"Hu, this is worse than the girls getting caught by Iida don't you think, Bakugo?" Eijiro laughed, finding comedy in the situation now.
"I'm going to murder every last one of you," Katsuki grumbled as he sat down on the floor, accepting his fate.
The other boys shrugged and gave in, waiting for their inevitable punishment from Aizawa.
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Thank you for requesting a part two! I had a lot of fun with this!
Tags: @unofficialmuilover @maddietries
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readerg1rl · 5 months
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Imagine him being the shy kid around love but in bed he changes, he becomes aggressive, and needy like he lured you right into his trap, and the worst part is that he is big and strong and he doesn't realise it so he goes as rough as he can thinking that you are over exaggerating and he turns you and positions you however he feels like, his groans and moans are lot louder than your moans and it's too sexy, his baby hairs stick to his sweaty skin, his abs and chest are glowing in sweat as he puts his well defined muscles into his use, he rocks in and out of you with all his might and strength untill he and you are caught in a shared orgasm and he pulls out only after few pumps to be sure he emptied himself fully
When he sees what he has done he immediately he says sorry like a million times and washes you up and dresses you in his most comfortable clothes all while sayin that he loves you and many sorries
-Deku, Tamaki, Todoroki
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sugarlywhispers · 5 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🙏🏻
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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.
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fever-dreamer97 · 6 months
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Todoroki, watching a video on his phone while eating cereal:
Natsuo, eating beside him and watching too:
His Phone: Ten Ways on how to Deal with a Toxic Sibling. Number one: Speak Up.
Natsuo and Todoroki: Bitch.
Dabi, eating across from them:
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Telling off Mineta
|Izuku Midoriya|Katsuki Bakugo|Shoto Todoroki|Fluff|Female reader|
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It was a training day. Everyone was excited to finally be able to use their quirks after long boring classes, being able to burn off some energy. Everyone was in the changing rooms getting ready and changing into their hero costumes. Making small talk with each other wondering about what exercise Aizawa and All Might would make them do.
“I hope we get paired up today Iida. Ive been working on my powers and I want to see how well it would measure up to your super move!” Midoriya slide on his suit while thinking about how exactly he would use his shoot style and ways he could improve it.
“Youve been practicing well Midoriya, but your not the only one. Everyone has gotten stronger” Iida said tying up his shoes tight. It would be horrible if he used his quirk and he ended up tripping.
Midoriya turning to grab something overhears Mineta spouting on about someone. Midoriya has learned to ignore Mineta's antics until he heard who exactly he was spouting about. You.
Even though you didn't even attend UA that didn't keep you safe from Mineta's perverted antics.
“You’ve seen Y/N right? I hope she comes to visit UA again. The skirts at her school are so short. Mmm~ I just want to-” His speech came to a sudden halt when he felt a deadly grip on his shoulders. Glancing up he saw Midoriya with a...smile? “Mineta ...do you mind not talking about Y/N like that? I dont think its really appropriate to do so” Even though Midoryas face seemed warm his tone and grip on Mineta's shoulder told a completely different story.  
Mineta sucked in a breath “Y-Yeah of course. It was just a joke” His choice of word just agitated Midoryia more. “Yeah? Well the next time you decided to “Joke” about Y/N we will have a problem.” Mineta nodded his head quickly and Midoriya went back to Iida.
“You know what Iida. I wouldn't mind Mineta being my partner today either” He slammed his locker shut walking off. 
“What happened to Midoriyas locker?” Kirishima asked Iida looking at the door hanging off a single hinge. “Mineta” Iida simply said closing his and heading out to join the rest of the class.
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Everyone had settled in the cafeteria. Students bustling, utensils clattering, the mumbled tones of food-stuffed voices, it was utterly annoying to him. It's not the fact that it was loud, heck he could be louder than anyone in there. It was the catastrophe sound of it altogether. 
“...it was so cool to see! I have to train 100x harder to be on their level!” Baukgo was with his usual group. Kirishima was telling some story of a Hero he saw that morning. He wasn't fully listening only picking up on parts here and there. “Dude you train all the time. You train just as hard not if harder than everyone else here” Denki responded. “Yeah man, you will reach the Hero level sooner than you know it” Sero chimed in.
Bakugo was mostly in his own head. Thinking about training today school work and other things, but something pulled him out of his thoughts. Someone. A voice stood out to him, an annoying one at that. Bakugos sudden grown snapped Kirishima out of his story. “What's wrong man? What-” Bakugo instantly stood from the table hands slapping down and shaking it.
Hands in his pocket he walks up to him. “So I was thinking me and you could you know...” Mineta's hand reaches out to you but before it makes contact a shadow looms over him. Mineta looks up behind him. Bakugos eyes were narrow and livid “What were you trying to do with my girl you fucking pervert” His voice was low and dangerous. “Katsuki...” you said calmly. He clasps his hands on Mineta's shoulder his hands starting to spark. 
Mineta froze in place “Answer me when I ask you something shit face!” Burn marks starting to form on Mineta's shirt “OW! OW! N-NOTHING, I WASN'T TRYING TO DO ANYTHING” A sinister smirk came up on Bakugos face “You better pray we aren't paired up together for training. You won't live through it” He says letting go and walking towards you. “He didn't touch your right?” He asked you still slightly pissed off. You shook your head giving him a reassuring smile and placing a hand on his arm.
“I'm fine Katsuki. Thank you.” He smirks grabbing you and kissing you deeply so Mineta and everyone else knows that you are his and his only. Mineta kept his fat mouth shut for the rest of the day but was unlucky during the training session. He was with Recovery Girl for the next 2 days.
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It was pretty quiet in the classroom. Mostly hushed voices and paper rustling. Everyone was just waiting for Aizawa to roll into class. Todoroki was just reviewing notes with you until you stepped out to use the bathroom. 
Todoroki continued to review notes on his own until he could have sworn he heard your name. He glanced around the classroom looking until, there. He spotted Mineta talking to Kaminari and Sero in the back of the classroom. Gesturing towards the door you just walked out of with that gross look on his face that made Todoroki shrivel up in disgust.
“Did you see the way her legs looked? They're so slender and sexy”
“Bro I don't think you should-”
“And her bust! Oh man I was Y/N to just-”
An ice crystal soon shadowed the room. Mineta is displayed inside. “I strongly suggest you keep your perverse topic of conversation away from Y/N and all the other girls in class”
Todoroki said towards Mineta's frozen body before swiftly returning to his notes. “All right everyon-” Aizawa halted seeing the large spear of ice. Glancing towards Todoroki who innocently carries on with his studies. “What happened here?” He questioned everyone pointing at you as you coincidentally walk in. You stand there confused seeing an ice block and fingers pointed towards you slowly putting together what had happened. 
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billiethepumpkin · 6 months
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All Mine: Shoto Todoroki
Kinktober Day 1
Warnings: Rated X. This content is intended for audiences age 18 years and older. If you are a minor, do not interact.
Contains: Possessive boyfriend. Groping. Hickeys. Biting. Marking. Voyeurism (sorta). Oral sex (receiving). Vaginal sex.
Author's Note: All characters are written to be aged up to 18 years or older because I am an old fuck :)
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“Damn, you really got lucky with her.”
Seven words. That was it. Seven words stuck in Shoto’s head on his way home to you. He and his colleague had been in the car on the way to the airport. He’d been sent away on a mission. He was the muscle, the other guy was supposed to be the brains, although that concept seemed laughable to him now. He’d been looking at his phone, apparently stalking Shoto’s social media. He turned his phone to reveal a photo of you and Todoroki at an event you’d gone to together last year. Shoto really couldn’t blame this other hero, of course. In that picture, you had been wearing a dark gray dress that hugged your body just right, sexy but still classy. You’d looked stunning, although Shoto was fairly sure you looked stunning waking up from a four hour nap. 
“Damn, you really got lucky with her,” this man had the audacity to say to Shoto after they had just completed their mission. “What I wouldn’t give to have something like that on my arm.”
Did he just call you a “that?” What could he possibly have meant by that? Shoto continued not to say anything, as if staying quiet would somehow make the other guy disappear. He had to ride all the way back to the agency with this guy. Shoto now wished his hero uniform was equipped with earbuds. He hadn’t thought to get them out of his bag before he got in the car. So Shoto just pulled out his own phone and scrolled through his own social media posts. All he could think about, though, was you.
You belonged to him, he reassured himself. That picture, in the silver dress, the one with the slit that went almost to your hip, the one with the too-low neckline, the one that made you irresistible to him and everyone else at that party. That picture was the version of you that everyone else got. Shoto got to see you in your pajamas, with your hair sticking straight up when you first woke up in the morning. He got to see you wrapped in a towel or in a robe when you’re fresh out of the shower. He got to watch you get dressed in the morning. You were his.
And by the time he actually got home early the next morning, he was aching to see you, to touch you, to make sure you were actually his. More than four weeks apart. Actually, it was thirty two days, but who was counting? 
He was.
It was early. You were making yourself breakfast. Although, when you heard the door knob shift with keys in the lock, you dropped everything. You didn’t close the bag of cereal, you just ran to your boyfriend in the other room. “Shoto!” you cheered, throwing your arms around his neck and hugging him tightly. He relished your body pressed up against his, wrapping his arms around your waist and breathing in the fresh scent of your conditioner, your hair still damp from your morning shower. 
“I missed you,” he said into your neck. He pulled away, and you held his face, caressing it with your thumb as you looked up at him. 
“I missed you, too,” you agreed before reaching to press a sweet, prolonged kiss on his lips. His kiss, in return, was languid. He must be tired, you thought
Shoto was tired. He hadn’t slept very much on the plane, and that idiot was droning on about different women most of the ride back. But truthfully, it took everything Shoto had to restrain himself from sitting on the couch with you in his lap and taking you then and there. 
You felt Shoto’s warm hands spread across your back, pressing you into his body even further. You sighed into the kiss, whimpering as his hands started to wander lower. The lock clicked behind Shoto. Now you were, truthfully, alone. 
With one smooth movement, Shoto flipped your positions, and he pressed your back against the door to the apartment. His hands tugged at your hips, and then, when you were pressed up against him so closely, was when you realized how needy he was. His hardness pressed into your lower belly, and you felt something of your own shift below the waist. Your breathing now labored, you ground your hips into his. His strong hands grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head. Shoto’s heterochromatic eyes stared into yours, something darkening within him as he asked, “Who do you belong to?”
You felt something darkening behind your own expression, and it took you a few seconds to come up with the answer you knew would be adequate. Those few seconds were too long for Shoto. One hand pinning your hands to the wall, the other came to firmly wrap around your throat. “I said, who do you belong to?” he asked again. 
He waited again to allow for a response. After a deep breath, you finally answered, “I’m yours, Shoto. I belong to you.”
“That’s better,” he responded. He let go of your hands and your throat, and he connected his lips to your jawline. His hands wandered to the hem of your shirt, traveling underneath to rest on your bare waist. His kisses wandered lower, too, down your neck. They slowly became hungrier, more fervent, as you began to give yourself up to Shoto and his desire. You felt his teeth scrape against your skin, and his hands squeezed your hips and kneaded the fat beneath your shirt. “Take it off,” he demanded, stepping away and starting to strip himself. You didn’t know what he meant, so you assumed he meant everything. You pulled your shirt over your head, and you pushed your sweatpants and panties to the ground. 
That was when you got a glimpse of him, muscled all over, bruised from his most recent battle, and hard as a rock. Your hunger settled in the pit of your stomach, your arousal leaking from your pussy like a faucet. Shoto looked at you, too. You were perfect. Too far, he thought. He was much too far away from you. He closed the gap between you and kissed you, much harder than before. Lips and tongue and teeth gnashing at yours, breath heavy as he inhaled your scent. His senses couldn’t be filled with you fast enough. His mouth trailed down your body, starting at your ear and traveling to the base of your neck, almost to your shoulder. You felt Shoto’s teeth against your collarbone, your flesh sucked between his teeth. Shoto’s hands slid over your body, coming to rest on your ass cheeks. His palms kneaded the fat that was suspended there, his grip so ardent you were sure you’d have his handprint there for the rest of your life.
You sighed hard and closed your eyes as you took in the sensation of him. When Shoto finally pulled away from his attack on your collarbone, he admired the mark that was left there, already starting to bruise. He looked you straight in the eyes again, and he growled, “Mine.” You felt your cheeks heat. Shoto’s lips left a trail of kisses down your body, starting just below your neck. “Mine.” A kiss between your breasts. “Mine.” A kiss on your stomach. “Mine.” A kiss below your belly button. He continued until the air could no longer find your lungs, his lips so close to giving you the relief that you so desperately craved. 
Time slowed down as Shoto hooked one of your legs over his shoulders. “Say it,” he commanded, staring deeply into your eyes, looking right into your deepest wants and needs. 
You swallowed hard, reminding yourself to breathe. “I’m yours,” you uttered. 
He gripped your outer thigh with one hand and your ass cheek with the other. “Again,” he commanded, placing a kiss on your inner thigh and tracing gentle shapes on the other leg.
“‘M yours, Shoto,” you gasped. “‘M all yours! Please touch me.”
“That’s my girl,” he praised with a grin before wrapping his lips around your clit. His tongue lapped slowly at your most sensitive parts. You rested your head against the wall, letting out a loud sigh. Shoto dragged his tongue between all your creases before lapping at your clit and staring up at your beautiful face. His hands returned to their places, kneading the fat on your ass and your thighs. God, you were beautiful, he thought staring up at you. He thought about that guy in the car, on the plane, at the agency. He got to see you in that dress, but he didn’t get to see you like this, legs spread wide, head thrown back, and mouth hanging open in pleasure. Like this, you were all his. You were only for him.
Your hips started to quiver, and you could feel your knees get weaker as you got closer and closer to the high that you had been craving for weeks. You had touched yourself to the thought of him while he was gone, but there was nothing like the feeling of Shoto between your legs, lapping at all your most sensitive places. 
And then all of a sudden, he moved. He stood up, making you whine at the loss of his touch. “Sho, please,” you begged. 
“Oh, I’m not done yet,” he reassured you. Shoto grabbed you underneath your ass cheeks and lifted you, wrapping your legs around his waist and pushing you against the door for additional support. He stroked himself, and he placed the tip of his cock at your entrance. “You want this, baby?” he asked as he teased between your lips with his dick. 
You felt yourself clench underneath his touch, your pussy aching to be filled by him. “Yes, please,” you whimpered, nodding. 
Shoto looked you straight in your eyes, his forehead pressed up against yours, and he pushed past your entrance. You gasped as he entered you, inch by inch. He was as desperate as you were, longing to just shove himself into you. But this wasn’t about him. 
With every centimeter of his cock that entered you, you whimpered and gasped for him. And when he was buried inside you to the hilt, he rested there for a second, listening to you whine for more pleasure. “Please fuck me, Sho,” you pleaded. “I’m all yours. I’m all for you. Please, fuck me.”
He smirked as he started to move, his thrusts slow at first. He didn’t have much balance where his feet were planted on the floor, but he couldn’t stop looking at you as he thrusted, your eyes rolled back, your mouth pursed shut in an attempt to hold in your moans. Shoto kneaded your ass again, and he said, “Don’t hold back, baby. Whoever’s out there, I want them to hear that you’re mine.” 
In response, you let out another extended whine, much louder than you had been before. Shoto said, “Good, baby,” and started to thrust into you much faster. 
It wasn’t difficult to bring you to the edge of your next orgasm. It had been so long since you’d felt Shoto’s body pressed against yours, since you felt him inside you like this. “Sho, ‘m gonna–”
“I know,” he interrupted, wrapping a hand around your throat. “Say it again,” he demanded. 
“I’m yours!” you cried. “I’m all yours. Nobody else’s. I belong to you, Shoto!”
And just like that, you were cumming around him, your orgasm pulsing through you like tidal waves. Your moans might have concerned any passers-by on the other side of the door, but you didn’t care. You didn’t even think about that as Shoto pressed into you three more times before unleashing a flood of his release into you. Groans and growls and heavy breathing left you both wordless, eyes closed as he held you close. 
Shoto carried you to the couch, and he sat down. He was still buried deep inside you, but he pulled you close to him anyway, your chest pressed against his. Your breathing was heavy as you laid against him, his lips pressing against yours softly and sweetly before you laid your head down on his shoulder. 
Your eyes closed, you weren’t sure how long you laid against him before his fingers began to ghost over your back. “All mine,” he whispered again, pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead. “I am so lucky.”
His warmth and cold enveloped you, and your relaxation melted into each other. “I love you, Sho,” you muttered, pressing a long, sweet kiss to his jawline. “You’re all mine, too.” 
Shoto felt his cheeks heat at the thought.
You were his, and he was yours.
And that was all he needed.
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lovelyiida · 1 year
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mha guys as clingy boyfriends!
INCLUDES: BAKUGO KATSUKI, IIDA TENYA, SHOTO TODOROKI, IZUKU MIDORIYA
WARNINGS: implied gender-neutral reader, vulgar language?
MASTERLIST
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BAKUGO KATSUKI
bakugo isn't necessarily the type to show his clinginess in public too much, but at times when he's super stressed, he can't help it.
he just latches onto you like a baby wanting milk from their bottle.
he can be such a brat
"l/n"
"l/n"
"l/n"
bakguo would say, non-stop.
"why the fuck are you so clingy today?" you say, an irritant tone oozing from your lips. you were currently in the library, trying to study for tomorrow's pop quiz that Aizawa thinks no one knows about.
your boyfriend, Bakugo, is currently sitting too close to you. his chair facing you as his legs were tangled in yours. you didn't see it, but you felt Bakugo's eyes roll.
"what? I'm not allowed to touch ya?" he spits, a sly smirk plastered on his lips. you chose not to respond so that you could give your energy to the practice questions in front of you.
a long string of silence follows, you hear Bakugo let out an attention-seeking sigh. you chuckle at his attempt to get your attention.
"l/n!" Bakugo, yells out. mind that the both of you are in the library.
Bakugo starts to caress your leg with his, rubbing it softly with a slow rhythm. "l/n!" he sighs out again, you continue to your work, you almost swore to yourself that he whined for a moment.
another 10 minutes of name-calling went by, sighing you let out a smile. slamming your book shut, you look towards your boyfriend, only to find that he wasn't there.
looking around with a pouted lip, you let out a sigh and pack your things and head for the door. maybe he finally got the message you were putting out.
later into the night, you were settling for bed. you sat comfortably at your desk, combing through your hair listening to music to wind you down for a good night's rest.
you were one comb away from a napless bundle of hair until you hear a loud bang at your door. you jump harshly in your seat, startled by the loud noise.
"coming!"
jumping out of your seat, you slide into your slippers and head towards the door. you quickly look back at your calendar, you frown in deep thought. you could've sworn room checks weren't until next week.
opening the door, you let out a sigh.
"hello, Bakugo"
you see your boyfriend, a soft white pillow entrapped on his side. hair slightly damp, his signature black tank top paired with matching black sweatpants, paired with....grey bunny slippers-
whack!
your boyfriend knocks the air out of you with his pillow in one swift motion. quickly backing away you crash into the bed. hearing the door slam, you scramble around to sit up on your bed.
eyes widening, you watch your boyfriend tower over you. an evil smile shows on his lips, "so you think you were gonna ignore me the whole day and I wouldn't get my revenge?" he says smugly.
"you know I was busy studying, you can't put that against me!-"
wham!
his pillow slams against your face again.
"I don't care about that anymore!... I just want my lover" Bakugo mutters the last few words under his breath, a light blush rises to his cheeks as he shyly looks away.
your ears park up at the words he muttered, a sly smirk shows past your lips. "aw! you want cuddles?" you sarcastically cooed at your boyfriend.
Bakugo's lips draw into a thin line, quickly grabbing the pillow from his side and raising it to the air. you let out a shriek, hands flying to your face to protect yourself from the fierce blow.
Bakugo lets out a "tsk" before softly throwing it onto the side of your bed. waving your hands away, you notice the blonde leaning down towards your figure.
eyes widening, you were shocked by the sudden strong embrace of your boyfriend. his head buried into the crook of your neck, whilst his legs lay comfortably in between yours, his strong arms wrapping tightly around your waist.
Bakugo lets out a tired grunt, "just...shut up."
eyes still wide in shock, you swallow your spit.
letting out a soft chuckle, you wrap your legs around his waist and snuggle into his embrace.
"you big baby"
IIDA TENYA
helicopter mom mode ACTIVATED
it's like an involuntary thing he does, he just loves being by your side
it didn't matter what time of the day it was, where the location is, and who you were with, Iida was gonna be there. you told him multiple times that you're fine being alone, but he insists that it's good to have your boyfriend by your side.
and you couldn't agree more, it was just getting a little annoying.
"yeah! I made sure to tell Midoriya to move his seat over at lunch to make room for you! also, I talked to my brother the other day and he wanted me to let you know that he's very excited to meet you!-"
"Iida!" you yelled out.
"yes?" he says.
"you're about to follow me into the bathroom!" you say, Iida's eyes widen, a red blush becomes present on his cheeks. covering up his bashful evidence with his arm, he sharply turns away and heads out the bathroom entrance, and walks away.
besides those embarrassing moments, people would catch Iida always around you. whether it be in class, always next to you when it came to sparring or other activities. hovering over you in the library as he helped you with your work, sitting closely next to you at lunch, a smile plastered on his lips as he looks at you with the warmest smile they'd ever seen.
when the both of you were alone, Iida was even more clingy.
Iida was more comfortable keeping a certain image in the public, so PDA wasn't allowed between the two of you. but when you'd crash by his dorm for a quick chat, Iida was practically on top of you.
you lay next to each other on the bed, bodies facing each other as his hand lays perfectly on the curves of your hip. rubbing circles against the fabric of your bottoms, a soft smile on his lips as you ramble about today's problems.
sometimes you would talk, only to be cut off by Iida planting a soft peck on your face. whether it was your forehead, cheeks, temple, or lips. you'd giggle and "push him away," only to be chest-to-chest once more.
sometimes....sometimes you loved it when your boyfriend was clingy.
SHOTO TODOROKI
he's so shy about his clinginess that it's actually adorable.
no words, just him being glued to your side at all times.
Todroki wouldn't always be so clingy at times, he'd usually become clingy when he's happy.
you found out through time in the relationship that Todoroki can't express intense emotions through words (depending on which ones they are) but usually through actions.
today, he was happier than ever.
recently, he got the idea for you to meet his mother. asking her during one of his timely visits if you could meet this weekend, and she happily agreed.
it was an understatement to say that Todoroki wasn't over the moon about this.
you were currently in the kitchen making a short meal before your study session with Mina and Kirishima. in the process of chopping up some fruit, you feel two arms place tightly around your waist.
"she said yes," Todoroki mumbled in your ear. eyes going wide, you let out a gasp. turning around, you give him a hug with a bright smile on your face.
"I'm so excited to meet her Todoroki!" you gush.
"me too," he says.
I can imagine him just smiling into your shoulder like this :) lol.
he was happy the whole week, he never left your side.
he held your hand when the both of you walked together, during lunch time his hand would softly rest on your thigh. when you'd eat he'd make sure that there was no hair in your way by softly taking strays of hair out of your face.
during class, when he'd finish sparring with Bakugo. you'd notice how his face would show irritancy and stress, only for it to be whipped away when his chromatic eyes met yours. a soft smile would show and his arms would wrap around your waist and his face would burry into your shoulder once more.
when the day you and his mom meeting finally came, he was ecstatic.
he held your hand the whole bus ride to his mother's residence.
walking into the room where his mother was, you could tell he was nervous. his arm entwined with yours as your hand held tightly together, fingers laced perfectly in place.
as the day went on, he could tell that you and his mother really bonded. you'd share glances with your boyfriend, you could see how happy he was that you were here.
his hand softly resting on your backside the whole time the three of you interacted. when Todoroki's mother asked to get a drink for the both of you, he nodded. softly pressing a kiss on your head, he walks out of the room.
turning back to his mother, a soft smile plastered on his lips.
"thank you, for bringing happiness into my son's life."
a single tear sheds from her eyes, you begin to tear up. giving her a nod, you thankfully bow. your lips quivered as you let out a smile.
"I'm thankful for you bringing your son into this world... so that the both of us could meet."
IZUKU MIDORIYA
I believe he is the most normal out of everyone in my opinion
I think he would be clingy towards you when he wants something like the little shit he is
"baby~"
"no izuku! I'm not giving you anymore of my fries!" you laugh. you watch as your boyfriend cuddles to your side like a lost puppy looking for its owner.
his big green eyes look into yours, a permanent blush cascading over his face. "please! I wasn't able to get lunch today because I was held back by sensei!" he says, he tries to steal the fry out of your hand.
you catch on and quickly retract the fry from his grasp, "last time I checked, the whole class was held up by sensei." you spit at him.
Midoriya pouts at your words, you frown at his act. grabbing a couple of fries you place them in his hand, you watch him glow. his gummy smile glowing your way.
you giggle and pat him on his head.
it wasn't the first time he was this clingy towards you, on one Saturday evening you and your boyfriend were cuddling together and watching a show together.
looking up at the screen, you notice it's exactly 10 minutes before curfew. scrambling out of the bed you hear your boyfriend whines of protest.
"no, please don't leave! 5 more minutes!" he pleads.
"I'm sorry, but I can't! room checks start 5 minutes before curfew and you know that izuku" you say sternly. you watch your boyfriend walk up to you and trap his arms around your waist.
"please, please, please, please!" he yells.
"no!" you laugh.
Midoriya's pleas only get louder as he begins to wrap his legs around your waist, now he's pushing it.
"okay, okay, okay! 3 more minutes" you giggle.
your boyfriend yells in victory and starts to plant kisses all over your face, he's so spoiled you thought.
but you love him...
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GUYS!! SO CLOSE TO 300 FOLLOWERS AHHH!!! i have something special planned so PLEASE promise me that you guys will check it out and that it won't flop lol, I put a lot of time and work into it.
⎯ lovelyiida ♥︎
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roaron · 10 months
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Hello I really like your Ex husband scenarios I was wondering if you can do a Ex husband scenarios of shouta todoroki
- on it, ive been planning to do this for quite a while but i seem to have the energy to do it now. hope you enjoy ! I’ve been getting absolutely shegged by exams and just absolutely no motivation to make posts but im back, momentarily till u disappear again for months. it is what it is. ENJOY !
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• Ex husband shoto who after the divorce went to your house every day with a new bouquet of flowers, half red, half white, and a few pink ones sprinkled in there to symbolise you. you told him to stop but he never did, until you moved away.
• Ex husband shoto who became obsessed with finding a prostitute that looked like you to use for his pleasure. it became an addiction. and yet when he found her, had his fun with her, he was left empty. she wasn't you, and that upset him greatly.
• Ex husband shoto who found your new house and cringes at the sight of you and another man in the window after following you home. he does everything in his power to break you both up. going as far as hiring a woman to sleep with the man. it works and you're left alone. your second partner to cheat on you.
• Ex husband shoto who buys a mannequin and dresses her up as you, hes deeply distressed almost all the time after losing you so he pretends you're there when you're not. kissing the mannequin and crying after it doesn't hold him like you did.
• Ex husband shoto who keeps your contact saved as "my precious wife" even after the divorce. he refuses to change it, because to him, you're still there, with him. he begins seeing things that aren't there. you beckoning to him when all that lies in front of him is the balcony edge. he falls for it almost every time.
• Ex husband shoto who finally approaches you and knocks at your front door, sobbing and reaching for you and pleading with you to take him back. he never meant to sleep with your best friend, he was drunk. it was an accident. he pleads and pleads but when he looks up and meets your eyes. a look of disgust is shot at him before the door is slammed in his face.
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