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amaya-writes · 1 year

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plz i love aus so this event is so perfect-

what about royal au with shoto (Todoroki) and megumi? they're the prince of a rival kingdom who reader is betrothed to and reader always liked them but thought their love was unrequited but then they try and call off the wedding because they think reader didn't like them and yeah just miscommunication but it all ends well

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Notes: I found this idea so cute omg

Warnings: miscommunication, royal AU, arranged marriage, it all ends well tho

Characters involved: Shoto Todoroki, Megumi Fushiguro

Gender-neutral reader, you/yours

Shoto Todoroki

"I- I can't do this."

Shoto shot up from his chair as he spoke, choosing to quickly retreat to the very doors he had walked through a moment ago.

"Do you dislike me so much that you cannot even bare being married to me?"

Even from his perch before the door, Shoto could clearly hear the distress in your voice. One so profound he found himself immediately turning to be met with your teary gaze.

"Whatever do you mean?"

A sigh fell from your lips at the question, but you still chose to answer.

"This marriage, this political arrangement, it could have never been made had I not agreed to it."

You chose to leave your own chair as you spoke, moving towards the door until you were right beside him.

"I thought you were willing too, but I suppose I was wrong-"

You didn't hesitate to push the white wooden doors open to no doubt go call off the wedding plans, but were quickly hindered by a tug on your hand that pulled right back where you were.

Shoto was quick to close the door right after, lest he risked a guard spotting the two of you and presuming you were done talking.

"You- you want to marry me?"

"Yes, Shoto. Is that so hard to believe?"

It was clear that his surprise only served to worsen your mood, however, even with your confession Shoto couldn't quite find it in himself to accept the situation.

You, the beautiful, perfect member of his father's court he had fallen for, actually liked the scarred crown prince people across their kingdom feared?

The idea itself was bizarre enough to make his nose crinkle in confusion, but your dejected stance told Shoto enough to know you were telling the truth.

You seemed all but ready to leave the room at his clear indignation, a sight that he couldn't help but panic because of.

Shoto didn't know how, yet he somehow found it in himself to quickly lean forward and lock his lips with yours. The kiss was awkward and only a couple of seconds long, but it was enough to help calm both of you down and allow Shoto a moment to voice his thoughts.

"It is, because that means the one I love is willing to marry me."

He couldn't help but lean in for another quick kiss after that.

It was easy to get lost in your lips and lose track of time, for Shoto had finally found the one thing that made life worth living, and he didn't plan on letting go.

Megumi Fushiguro

"I could have said no."

His words echoed around the balcony even with the ballroom coming to life behind him, for the weight they held were enough to silence the newly engaged couple hiding away from their own party.

"What?"

A small sigh escaped his lips as Megumi allowed his gaze to drag over the kingdom before him, with the sight only serving to worsen the knot in his throat.

"This arrangement- your parents might have forced you into it, but I could have said no."

Megumi turned towards you as he spoke, not bothering to meet your gaze even as he felt you draw closer.

"Gojo would never have forced me into something like this. Not if-"

he couldn't help the way his eyes slipped shut, almost as if he wanted to will away the situation before him. But you deserved to know what you were getting yourself into, thus Megumi had to force himself to continue.

"-not if I didn't want to spend the rest of my life with you."

The raven-haired prince had always thought of the day he would confess his feelings to the one who had stolen his heart ever since he was a nobleman's child turned crown prince running through the palace halls.

Yet he never once would have thought it would be on the day of his engagement to you.

Megumi couldn't help but peel his eyes open at the sudden silence consuming the room. He didn't know how he expected you to react, a part of him hoped you weren't crying and mentally branding him as a traitor.

What he would have never expected was for you to be laughing.

The sound was one he had come to associate with his happiest memories, perhaps that was why Megumi felt so overwhelmingly confused as he watched you giggle with no restraint.

"What-"

"Oh, 'Gumi."

You took a step closer to him, and then another until you were close enough to gently tug on one of his hands until you were holding it.

"My innocent naive prince 'Gumi- you really thought I would marry you if I didn't want to?"

For a moment he couldn't do much except stand there and blink dumbfoundedly, but then Megumi truly processed your words and found that it was hard to keep a smile from spreading across his lips.

"You wanted to marry me?"

"Of course! And I wasn't exactly subtle either- I mean even Gojo knew!"

Megumi scoffed at the sound of his adoptive father's name. Of course, this whole engagement had been simply orchestrated by the playful king who was all too happy to pry into his son's love life.

But for once Megumi found he couldn't quite care about Gojo's meddlesome nature.

Not when it had got him you.

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mapleglasses27 · 2 years

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Blue Peonies and Yellow roses. (Part 1)

Blue peonies and yellow roses. Your favorite.

You’d gotten them every single anniversary you celebrated with Shoto.

It was 1 am now. You were done waiting.

It was your anniversary today.

Not any old anniversary, your marriage anniversary. He should’ve been here. Postponed his meetings, just as you had, put his phone on silent, and gotten his ass here.

He should have been there.

But you had to face it.

He hadn’t really been there for the past few months now. You hadn’t minded, you yourself were busy, your corporate job requiring you to produce a significant number of presentations from scratch in a matter of weeks.

But you did notice things.

You noticed how, gradually, Shoto had stopped texting you whether he was going to be late or not, and how you had started seeing his assistant, Vivienne, more than you saw him.

You noticed how he was more like a ghost around the house, knowing he had been there when you spotted more than a few dirty dishes, his formals in the laundry, and faint steam from the hot showers he would’ve taken.

You’d always felt guilty. If only you’d stayed up a little later, woken a bit earlier, you could’ve caught a glimpse of him.

But today was your anniversary. You knew he should’ve been there.

You hadn’t gotten a text, much less a call, or flowers, gifts, cards, anything, from him.

Meanwhile, you were sitting here, having sent all of the above to his office.

You got up from the bed, deciding to busy yourself with some work, a few chores, anything to take your mind off of him.

A knock echoed throughout the house as you made your way to the sink.

A small smile made its way onto your face, and hope blossomed that it was Shoto who was knocking on the door.

You pulled on the latch, pivoting the door open.

You were not met with Shoto.

It was Vivienne, holding a bouquet of blue peonies and yellow roses wrapped in shiny blue paper, a small note pinned to the paper that said, ‘Happy Anniversary, Y.n!’

A sigh escaped your lips, the small smile long disappeared, as you looked to the side to try to hide your disappointment.

“Come in, Vivienne.” You said, pointing her to the couch.

“Mr. Todoroki asked to give this to you. I’m sorry he couldn’t make it. There’s a meeting tomorrow-”

“There always is, isn’t there?” You interjected coldly, regretting your decision a moment later.

“Sorry. I’m just a little…on edge.” You apologized, and Vivienne gave you a polite smile.

“Did he receive my gifts?” You asked, and a look of guilt flashed on Vivienne’s face.

“No, not really. He was in the conference room all day.”

You looked at the bouquet. It was beautiful, perfectly anniversary-like.

But Shoto knew you liked lilacs, not yellow roses or blue peonies.

“He doesn’t remember, does he? That it’s our anniversary?” You asked, “You picked up the flowers, right?”

Vivienne looked to the floor, fidgeting with her phone.

“Where is he, right now?” You asked, a new resolve in your mind.

“As in, right now?” Vivienne countered, surprised.

“Yes, right now. Where is he?”

“At, at the office! But what are you going to do?”

“Meet him.” You said, as you picked up your car keys and put on your coat.

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You pulled up in front of Shoto’s office. You got off, your coat swishing behind you, as Vivienne tried to stop you, giving reasons of meetings, conference, that he wouldn’t be able to come outside, and other things that didn’t hold meaning to you right now.

You walked in front of the receptionist.

“I’m Mr. Todoroki’s wife, Y.n L.n. Where is he right now?” You asked her, your fingers tapping impatiently on the glass of the table.

The receptionist looked panicked, picking up her phone and calling someone.

“Excuse me for a minute, I will be right back.” The receptionist backed away into a little room and showed no signs of coming back by her expression.

You turned to Vivienne, and asked her,“Which conference room is it?”

“Uh- I, um, do you really need to do-”

“Which one, Vivienne?” You prodded, giving her a pointed glare.

“Conference room 7, 3rd floor.” Vivienne blurted out, and you headed for the lift.

“Please wait Ms. Y.n, is this necessary-”

“Yes, Vivienne, it very much is. Shoto isn’t here on our anniversary, I haven’t seen him for weeks, and I really don’t care if he is at a conference. I’m sure you’ll work something out.”

The lift had arrived at that point, and your foot was already in the lift when Vivienne pulled you back.

“He isn’t there.”

Stunned, you looked back at her.

“Where is he, then?” You asked.

“I wasn’t supposed to tell you…But I don't want to cheat you like this.” She said. She looked incredibly guilty.

You turned yourself towards her, a questioning look on your face.

“Come with me, I’ll show you where Mr. Todoroki is.”

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You got out of your car after a measly 30 mins, and in front of you was Shoto’s beach house.

The lights were on, creating a dim glow around the window.

Vivienne took out a master key, fumbling with it until she found the right one.

She put it into the lock, and the door opened very silently.

You put your coat on the couch, seeing Shoto’s blazer on the far side of the room, looking like it was thrown there.

There was a fur coat lying next to it as well.

There were faint noises coming from the bedroom, and god even if all the signs pointed to Shoto cheating on you, even then, it had to be explainable-

Vivienne opened the door. She took a step behind going into the living room, leaving you, Shoto, and the other girl to your devices.

You were tear-stricken. You tried your best to hold your sobs and be quiet, but Shoto heard it.

He turned around surprised out of his mind, at the fact that he had been caught cheating.

He abandoned the girl, running across the spacious room to get to you, and he almost crashed into your arms when you stopped him.

He felt pain blossom around his chest, as your force quirk got out of control the moment you held out your hands to stop him.

You weren’t sad anymore.

You weren’t angry.

You were cold.

“Y.n, please, I’m sorry! I just wasn’t able to stop, I promise that it’ll never happen again! I’m so sorry-” He started crying out.

You pushed him away. He felt the force lighten on his chest, but the weight gained on his shoulders.

You adjusted yourself, pulling up your collar and slicking back your hair.

“This, Mr. Todoroki, will be the very last time you lie to me.”

“No, please Y.n, don’t do this, I’ll change, I’ll leave that whore behind!”

“A whore?” You made eye contact with him, your eyes colder than he had ever seen them.

“You there. Did you know Mr. Todoroki was married?” You asked the girl.

“I-I did. But he told me he was in the process of a divorce-” She replied, stuttering over her words.

“Thus proven, Mr. Todoroki, that you are the whore, and a liar. And the both of us here are just idiots for falling for your trap. I wish your new girl the best of luck. I don’t have anything against her. If anything, I feel sorry that it is her turn to suffer now.”

Your words cut like sharp knives into Shoto, as he stood there, hyperaware of your cold gaze, and composure.

How you maintained your composure and calmness in such a situation scared him.

Had you given up on him?

He stood there, silent. It was his fault, utterly and completely.

He willed himself to move after a few minutes. He made his way to the living room, seeing the swish of your coat.

All you had left behind were blue peonies and yellow roses.

Your favorite.

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jello-chennie · 7 months

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✧ todoroki who is completely in love w his gf!

✧ genre/tw fluff ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ (nsfw at the end ⚠︎)

todoroki shouto who, once you get together, cant seem to hide a single bit of the love he holds in his heart for you

todoroki who absolutely bleeds affection for you

he grew up in what was, obviously, a very unaffectionate household, so once he gets a taste of pure, loving affection from someone, he cant seem to hold himself back

and tbh, he doesn't really catch onto very many social cues or norms, so it's not like he really cares to hold himself back

so pda is on the table, all the time

you could be sat at a table, in the middle of a conversation with your friends, and shouto will be passing by

he will proceed to lean over the back of your chair and press two or three loving kisses onto various parts of your face, and then one final one onto your lips, and will continue on his way without a single word uttered to you or your friends

bc realistically, how could he just pass you by and not kiss you?

shouto who always has to sit next to you, where ever the two of you are, and needs to have a hand on you at all times

will absentmindedly play with your hair if you can't give your full attention

is your hype man 100%

your opinions are his opinions

when you're telling him a story or complaining about something, you're always in the right in his eyes

even when you're clearly in the wrong, you're right

"yeah and she pissed me off so much that i literally just rear ended her car smh"

"no that's actually her fault, she should've been driving faster"

shouto spends a lot of time watching you, and taking in your features

he loves you sm and could spend all day looking at you

has repeatedly gotten himself into trouble bc he was looking at you, or distracted by the thought of you will doing something important on the job

he's a smart boy, and that transfers over into your relationship, bc he can memorize every little or big detail about yourself as soon as you tell him

probably keeps track of ur cycle in his head as soon as u mention having cramps (if ur afab)

if you have curly hair, he is adamant about having you teach him how you take care of your hair so he can do it for you

he really really really loves the intimacy of sitting you on a chair and tipping ur head back into the sink so he can wash your hair for you, and sneaking in lingering kisses throughout

later into the relationship, he finds himself mirroring your little habits and taking little bits of your personality

if you haven't been able to spend time together at all on a particular day, once he can finally steal you away, even just for a few moments in a semi private area (for your sake, bc you're always getting so flustered whenever he shows you a lot of affection, which he doesn't get at all why you're embarrassed), he will wrap his arms around you, and just hold you as tight as he can with his head tucked into your hair

says he's "recharging"

if you've both been busy for a while, and this is your first moment together in days, he will insists he needs to be "closer" to you to properly recharge

wants to feel your skin on his

wants be inside you (yes he would do it in semi public, he's a little desperate for you)

and you can't deny him, bc tbqh you need to recharge too

you're just as smitten w him as he is w you

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wttcsms · 7 months

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we play our fantasies out in real life ways ; shouto todoroki.

pairing shouto todoroki x f!reader word count 2.7k synopsis knocking up his sugar baby seems (and feels) like a dream come true for the future ceo and youngest son of japan’s richest conglomerate family. content contains sugar daddy!shouto, yandere themes, car sex, creampie, breeding kink, quirkless au, ceo!shouto, tiny daddy kink author’s notes this is a repost of an old fic but pls tell me we are still horny 4 shouto. also ignore the Tesla promo, i was feeling silly when i wrote this </3

He can have anything he wants, you know.

And of course you know this. Of course you do. It’s hard to ignore this fact whenever he’s the exact reason your closet is overflowing with more dresses than you know what to do with; why your dresser can barely stay shut due to the amount of lacy lingerie you’ve had to shove in them; why you’re a third year college student driving to campus with a brand new Mercedes that technically isn’t even supposed to be out on the market ‘til next month.

He can have anything he wants, and because you’re his, by extension, you have the power to make all your material wishes come true, too. All you have to do is ask him.

All you have to do is look up at him and give him those puppy dog eyes of yours and say, “please, daddy, can I cum?” and he’ll let you. You know he will, because stoic Shouto Todoroki, the future CEO and prized son of the Todoroki clan that happens to be one of the most famous conglomerate families in all of Japan, just can’t seem to say no to you. He signs off multi-billion yen deals as easily as one blinks and running multiple companies is just something he’s been born to do. It’s no easy feat to give commands to such a powerful man.

And yet, one look and a tiny whimper is all it takes to turn him into putty in your hands.

It’s always an out of body experience when you’re with Shouto. Being with him is like constantly being the main character of a movie. He rents out entire restaurants so the two of you can dine away from prying eyes. He sends you good morning and good night texts every single day. (One time you joked about him forcing his assistant to do it because there’s no way a busy man like him would ever have time to do something so insignificant; he didn’t like that you couldn’t seem to wrap your head around the concept of you being someone very important to him.) Shouto is incredibly good to you, incredibly good for you.

He’s incredibly good with a lot of things. Taking care of you, for one. Taking care of all his businesses, for another. And right now, he’s taking real good care of your cunt when he’s got three of his fingers knuckles deep in you.

The windows to his sleek, outrageously priced car are tinted so dark, even you struggle to see through the windshield. You always tell him it’s dangerous, but he reminds you that there are always reasons for the things he does. You wonder if getting tinted windows so he could fuck his college student sugar baby with some semblance of privacy is the reason.

And then all thinking on your end comes to a stop when he nips at the skin of your neck, biting down softly and getting you to let out a tiny whimper. It doesn’t hurt. You don’t think Shouto is even capable of hurting you; not because you’re some unbreakable being, but because you don’t think the calloused hands that have caressed every centimeter of your body is capable of harming you.

The two of you are currently parked in the lot right outside the building where his main office is located. In about ten minutes, the parking lot will be flooded with employees who have just clocked out and are getting ready to speed home. In about ten minutes, anyone could accidentally (or purposely) become a little voyeur to the activities going down in the future CEO’s luxury car.

Your back is pressed against his chest. More often than not, you find yourself naked while he’s practically still dressed, and it’s the same thing that’s happening right now. The buttons on his shirt are digging into your back, but you can’t find it in you to complain. Instead, you focus on gripping the wrist of the hand that’s in between your thighs. The sleeves of his button down shirt are rolled up, and if you take your tiny fingers just a bit higher, you can feel the veins running down his arm.

“Tell me what you want, baby.” The baritone of his voice is smooth, calm, collected — in control. Because you can make any request in the world, and Shouto will fulfill it for you, but that does not mean that you are the one who makes the final decisions. At the end of the day, everything you have, everything that is given to you, is because of him, because of the decisions he makes for you.

His eagerness to gift you the world thinly veils the true depth of your submission to him. A subconscious part of you is well aware of the power imbalance in this relationship, but if all has been well these past two years, then surely it’ll only be smooth sailing from here?

You lean back, leaning into his warmth, breathing deeply to inhale the scent of his spicy cologne that costs more than your textbooks (that he bought for you).

“D-daddy.” You moan out, trying to coax him deeper in your tight little cunt, as if his fingers aren’t already as deep as they can go, spreading out your hole to prep you for what he knows you truly crave.

“You’ve got to speak up, love. I can’t give you anything if you don’t tell me what to give you.” His breath is warm against your ear, and it’s so hot in the car. So, so hot. You wonder if it’s just you feeling the heat, though. Shouto seems as collected as ever, not the least bit uncomfortable at all.

“Mmm — w-want you.” You wriggle a bit in his lap, but his free hand grips your side and squeezes you with a firm, nonverbal command to stop moving. You do, immediately. Because that’s what you always do: follow his command.

“I know you do.” He coos, finally moving his fingers. It’s agonizingly slow, too slow. The car is silent save for your little pants and the obscene wet sounds that come as a result of his fingers thrusting in your wet cunt.

“Faster, daddy.” You whine out, looking up at him. The sun is setting, and despite the tint of the windows, the orange glow from the sun still shines against his smooth skin, casting his face into something that’s half sunset/half shadow. It’s a good look; a sharp contrast that matches his hair. Seeing your blatant admiration of him only spurs him to give in and go faster. He had planned on drawing this out for as long as he possibly could. He had originally wanted to coax you into as many orgasms ‘til you were nothing but a fucked out little mess, too worn out to pay attention or even care when he finishes your little session with you plugged up with his cum.

The lives of children born into the Todoroki family are more cursed than it is blessed, and Shouto had, a very long time ago, made a vow that he would never continue the bloodline. He would have no children, which would be easy because he planned on never having a lover.

And then he met you, started providing for you, realized how much he enjoyed providing, and realized even more that the only way to strengthen this transactional relationship is by forcing your hand. He likes to think that you would stay with him willingly, but there are some chances that he’s just not willing to take; there are some extremes that he’s all too entirely happy to go far to, though.

Your sweet moans mix in well with the lewd sounds of your pussy getting thoroughly fingerfucked. His fingers are so much longer than yours, can reach spots inside of you that you can’t quite reach yourself. He’s efficient with anything and everything he does, and you’re not surprised when he doesn’t slow his pace. The consistent strokes of his fingers, your lowered inhibitions when around Shouto, and the look on his face (equal parts concentration and adoration) all help in making you cum all over his hand.

“Good girl.” Shouto whispers, removing his fingers and holding his hand up. The sunlight beaming through makes his digits glisten even more, and you’re enraptured as you watch him bring his fingers to his lips to suck your essence off of them. Piercing heterochromatic eyes never leave yours as he sucks on them, and you have to turn away from embarrassment. How can he keep such a straight face when literally licking your cum off his fingers?

“Don’t turn away from me.” His hand — still wet — grips your chin and forces you to look at him again. “I don’t like it when you shy away from me.”

You nod meekly, and Shouto sighs.

“You shouldn’t be shy around me. I don’t like making you feel uncomfortable, you know that, don’t you?”

You nod again, a subtle, barely there move. He’s not impressed.

“Answer me properly.” There’s a hard edge to his tone, and you sit up a little straighter. Shouto would never lay a hand on you with the intent to physically harm you, but he’s not above roughing you up during sex. You’ve heard him get this way before, and the imprint of his fingertips and the purple hickeys littering your poor body took three days to fade properly.

“I’m sorry, daddy.” You say with a pout, trying to conjure up any sort of leniency he can spare. Judging by his facial expression and the wavering look in his eyes, he’s already softening up. You just have to make it up to him now to have his complete forgiveness.

Maneuvering in the limited space the driver’s seat gives is no easy task, but you manage to shift positions to where you’re straddling his lap, finally facing him properly. He’s leaned back, watching you with a hungry glint in his eyes that makes you feel like the most wanted girl in all of Japan. A surge of heat flows through your body, from the tips of your ears to your cheeks and all the way down to between your thighs. If you were in a different position, you could clench them together, try to rub your thighs in an attempt to ease the need for friction.

Your fingers make quick work of his belt and his zipper, pulling down on both the waistband of his slacks and his briefs to finally free his cock. He’s already hard, and you admire the way your hand can’t even wrap fully around him. The tip is flushed red, pearly beads of precum already present.

This is the part where you look up at him, almost as if you’re unsure about what to do. You don’t know what it does to him, to see you sitting on his lap with his cock looking outrageously large in your tiny hands. He can see your pretty pussy practically dripping all over his slacks. Now’s not the time for you to be playing the role of an innocent, unsure little girl, but then it hits him: you’re asking him for permission. He almost lets out a bark of laughter.

“You’ve already taken it upon yourself to tear into my pants and make a grab for my cock. Surely you don’t expect me to beg to fuck your little hole now, do you?” He has a cold smile on his face as he brings you closer to him. “I thought this was my apology. Don’t tell me you’re going to make me do all the work?”

“O-of course not!” You look startled at the suggestion, eyes going big and round. He looks at you expectantly, as if telling you to do something.

It always burns when you first take him. It doesn’t matter how many times he makes you cums, doesn’t matter how long he spends stretching you out on his fingers. By now, your pussy should have memorized the feel of his dick, should have been moulded to fit him and only him. And while there’s a tiny flash of pain and discomfort for you (which Shouto hates), it’s hard not to be in love with the feel of just how tight you are.

The stinging pain is brief, though, and is easily replaced by one of satisfaction from being stuffed by the prettiest, fattest cock you’ve ever taken in your life.

You moan, rocking your hips back and forth. Maybe this was originally supposed to be an apology to him, but it feels more like you’re using him as your own personal toy, and Shouto really couldn’t care less. After all, if it brings you pleasure, it brings him pleasure.

“Are you enjoying yourself, baby? What would happen if I never met you, hmm? Are you willing to spread those pretty legs of yours for any man?” He says the last sentence with a tone sharper than usual. You shake your head as you continue to rut against him, chasing after your own high because you might not be a simpleminded slut for anyone, but you are nothing more than a cockslut when it comes to Shouto.

“Ah — fuck, fuck, fuck!” You moan out, falling against his chest, burying your face into the space between his shoulder and neck. “D-daddy, fuck!”

He holds you close to him as you cum, not even minding the mess you’ve made of his work pants. “Daddy’s got you.” He coos, his hand finding the back of your neck and squeezing you there, gently. “You must be tired now…”

You’re still too fucked out to really comprehend what’s exactly going on ‘til it’s happening, but even with your slow reaction times, you still manage to let out a slutty moan as you feel Shouto thrusting up into you. It must be uncomfortable, you think. This position doesn’t make it exactly easy for him to chase after his own pleasure, but then you remember that Shouto Todoroki doesn’t back down or break down when it comes to challenges.

He perseveres.

You’re like a rag doll, like a personal little fucktoy, made for him to use (and maybe even break) as he pleases. Every thrust is sharp and intense, and his teeth are clenched as he continues to use you, enjoying the warmth of your tight walls and admiring the ring of white that coats and clings to his dick every time he pulls out.

It doesn’t take him much longer to finally finish; he grabs you by your hips, raising you slightly before abruptly pushing you down on his cock, making sure that he’s nestled as deeply in you as he can be when he finally cums. He’s breathing a bit harder as he comes down, and then he’s grabbing you by your hair, making you stare at him.

His cheeks are flushed, there’s some slight sweat building up on his forehead, his shirt is wrinkled. He’s never looked better. You’ve never felt better.

Or, more accurately, never felt fuller.

“Shouto, did you c…” You can’t even finish the sentence. Did you cum inside? Not like you have to; you know the answer. Some of it is dripping out of you.

All he does is give you that small smile, the one that he rarely lets anyone see, and starts up the car.

If he doesn’t want to talk now, there’s no way you can get him to answer properly. You try to remove yourself from his lap and make your ungraceful, disgusting journey to the passenger seat, but Shouto places a firm hand on your waist, forcing you back down.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“Shouto, you can’t possibly drive while I’m sitting here on your lap.”

“I bought a Tesla for a reason.”

Right. Because everything Shouto does has a reason for it.

You think about this on the drive back to his penthouse, a little bit of fear building up in your lower belly. Shouto does everything for a reason, and what’s the reason for any man cumming inside?

#shouto todoroki x reader #todoroki x reader #shoto todoroki x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #one shot #yandere #smut #shouto todoroki smut #drabble #imagine

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jackkilmerlvr · 7 days

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your breaths came out soft and slowly, his tongue and lips caressing your neck as he cuffed your boob softly. kissing your chest, he slowly moved down your body, your hands fingering through his hair.

his lips felt hot and needy against your body as he played with the band of your small night shorts. your small fingers brushed around his nipples, feeling his bigger hands start to slide your night shorts off your waist. his breaths were fast and needy against your skin.

“I’ve missed you so much, baby. Now take these off.”

| bakugou, deku, denki, kirishima

#bakugou x reader #bakugou drabble #bakugou smut #bakugou thirst #kirishima smut #shoto todoroki #shoto smut #denki kaminari #denki smut #kirishima eijiro imagine #denki thirst #shoto todoroki x reader #deku smut #deku midoriya #izuku smut

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cashmoneyyysstuff · 3 months

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shoto’s been staring at you for a good 5 minutes now.

you’d figured he was zoning out about three minutes in but then you looked up from your homework at him and he smiled at you, that cute little loverboy smile he does that have your legs feeling like jelly and has your heart push against your chest like it wants to escape.

okay so he wasn’t zoning out. then what is it ? did you have something on your face ? was he waiting for you to say something ?

"is there something on my face ?" you blurt out, already wiping at your chin and around your mouth

he blinks, registering your question and his eyebrows furrow lightly “no, there isn’t.” he answers curtly. reaching his colder hand up to pull your hand away from your face. you’re so much more confused now that you fail to realize he held onto your hand for a moment longer than necessary.

“so then why are you staring at me ?”

he lightly tilts his head to side at that, looking at you questioningly “ why should i not be looking at you ? does it bother you ?”

“wh—no no !” you sputter, he’s flipped the tables on you now “ i was just wondering what was up because you’ve been staring for..a while now” you trail off, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed. his eyes widen just a fraction and you think maybe you got it all wrong somehow and he was zoning out, but then he’s lowering his head in shame “i’m sorry, yn. i didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable with my staring..” he apologizes.

you’re frantic, shaking your head so hard you fear you’ll twist your neck and waving your hands hurriedly “ no, no, no ! it’s okay, sho ! you didn’t make me uncomfortable or anything !” you feel relieved when the tension on his face dissolves the slightest bit “ i was just curious, that’s all” you sigh, your arms fly back next to you because you feel like your sweating buckets and you really don’t want him seeing pit stains.

he hums like he’s thinking about something then suddenly a small smile breaks onto his face and you feel like you’ve been hit dead on by a semi truck. shoto todoroki’s ability to be so effortlessly pretty is and will forever be an enigma to you. “ i like looking at you” he starts “ whenever you do mundane things like studying, you always have this look on your face. i like it, i think it’s cute.”

okay, so turns he was out to kill you.

“ i-i do ?” he responds with a simple “mhm”. you feel like you’re sweating a lot more.

“oh.” is all you say. it’s all you can say because what the hell were you supposed to say ?!

shoto doesn’t look all that bothered by it, cool as usual, simply opting to keep staring at you. you fiddle with your fingers for a bit before you lift your head up to meet his unwavering stare “ i—uhm—thank you.” you whisper. he shakes his head “don’t thank me, you don’t have to. if you want me to stop, i can try to.”

he can try to. you feel like you’re losing your mind.

you’re way beyond flustered now. todoroki’s not a man of many words but when he does use them it throws you for a complete loop, you feel like you’re on a rollercoaster. “no that’s fine.” you answer meekly.

“you’re sure ?” you nod and he hums. “okay then, if you don’t mind.”

“it’s fine” you confirm, feeling your face heat up. “i like looking at you, too.”

you definitely like looking at the handsome smile that forms on his face from your words.

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starreo · 4 months

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multi-character drabble.

includes breeding indication, apathetic! character, and adult themes so, mdni.

he's so apathetic, one would think he's not interested in you at all. but you know better.

you see him adjusting his pants and looking away whenever you enter the room. you feel him sniff your perfume when you lean too close, his deep breath tickling your skin. you hear him gulp when you whisper a suggestive comment in his ear.

and tonight you finally break that indifferent shield of his. when his eyebrows furrow, he inhales sharply and he's whimpering against your ear, begging for more of you. when his cock throbs around your tight walls, telling you he's so close.

nagi seishiro, suna rintarou, todoroki shoto

#bllk smut #bllk x reader #blue lock smut #nagi seishiro #nagi x reader #nagi smut #hq smut #haikyuu smut #suna rintarou #suna smut #suna x reader #shoto todoroki #todoroki smut #bnha smut #mdni #nsfw. drabbles :p #starreo

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frickingnerd · 11 months

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meeting the todoroki's

pairing: shoto todoroki x gn!reader (+todoroki family)

summary: shoto takes you to a family dinner to make your relationship public, after months of dating in secret...

shoto and you had been dating for quite a while now, yet your relationship was a bit of an open secret. he didn't mind mentioning you to his friends and wasn't shy to tell them he was in a relationship with you, but his family hadn't heard a single word about you yet. they didn't even know you were a friend of shoto's, until you came home with him for dinner one weekend.

shoto didn't introduce you when he arrived at his house, purposefully refraining from putting a label on his relationship with you. he waited until everyone sat at the dinner table – natsu, fuyumi, enji and shoto and you – until he started to shift towards the topic you two had came here for today.

"so, y/n and i wanted to tell you all something…"

everyone's eyes were on shoto, hoping that what came next would be good news. god knows this family didn't need any more drama.

"we've been dating for a while now… i just didn't want to tell you all right away, but i'm ready now…"

shoto was being blunt as ever, holding nothing back. there was a quiet moment in which natsu and fuyumi exchanged glances, before fuyumi was the first one to speak up.

"i'm really happy for you, shoto. you deserve to be with someone nice and y/n has made a great impression so far! right, dad?"

fuyumi glared at her father, just wanting him to be nice for once and agree with them. enji was still chewing on his food slowly, glaring at you and shoto. it felt like forever until he swallowed and spoke up.

"right… though you could've mentioned something earlier, shoto! well, as long as a relationship won't distract you from your school work, then i suppose i don't mind…"

that must've been the nicest thing shoto had heard in a while from his father. he was quite glad he was holding back on you. or maybe he just hadn't found anything to criticize yet.

"are you going to tell mom about it too?"

natsu asked and shifting the topic a little.

"i plan to. i've already sent her a letter, but whenever they'll let me visit her, i'll bring y/n along!"

shoto hadn't been very excited about telling his father about your relationship, but he wanted his mother to get to know you! he just had to wait for a chance to get to meet her again…

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earthtooz · 1 year

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mentions of injuries, post-mission description ig but FLUFF!

when todoroki shouto confesses to you, it's raw, desperate and his behaviour catches both of you by surprise. he pours his heart out to you, squeezes it dry into your hands, fully trusting you to catch every part of him that he is willing to give you.

because you have a connection that he would do anything to preserve. he would do anything to be by your side.

so when the building you were in collapses before you could make it out, todoroki feels his world crumble a little and no one could stop him from running towards the rubble. he can't hear the concerned calls of his name, he can't hear his brain's logic, he can't hear the screaming of the rescued citizens around him, he can't hear anything but the demands of his heart, pulling him towards the disaster, urging him to find you if it's the last thing he does.

he calls your name loudly enough that his voice begins to fail him, his throat beginning to feel scratchy from all the yelling and the dust from the debris but he won't stop shouting until he gets answers.

to his right, there's a small crumble and todoroki feels like he can finally breathe again when he sees you emerge from the rubble, holding a small child to your chest.

you're alive, you're breathing, you're okay.

"y/n!"

you look at him, and you smile as best as you can. he feels his chest jump even faster.

"shoto," you weakly call out as he closes the gap between you as quickly as his legs can take him. you look tired. he wants to take you in his arms where he can protect you and retreat into the most private, secluded corners of the world; where he can look after you.

"you're okay."

todoroki's voice fails to address how relieved he truly is.

"used my quirk just in time. we're okay aren't we, little guy?" you look at the small boy in your arms who was holding on to your neck for dear life. his face was full of snot and tears as he shouts out his 'thank you's and cries for his parents. you hand the boy to todoroki who takes him without thought. "here, can you take him to the medical staff?"

"what about you?"

"i'm okay. i just... need to sit down. there's no more people left in the building by the way, you can report that back for me," you mutter, squatting down with the help of a large boulder, collapsing on the uncomfortable debris.

todoroki doesn't want to leave your side, especially in this vulnerable state of yours, but he listens to you regardless, skating away on a solid ice path. it's not even been a minute later and he returns, melting the crystallised path behind him.

he stumbles off the ice and collapses in front of you, ignoring the pain of the rock digging into his left knee.

"are you okay?" he whispers. the air around you is quiet, timid, soft, vulnerable.

you nod feebly, "i'm so tired."

he extends his arms for a hug and you gladly fold into him as todoroki envelops you with his frame.

"y'know the boy we rescued? i think he was braver than me in the moment, was telling me to keep fighting and all that-"

"save your voice, you can tell me about it later."

you sigh, nodding, "thanks for coming back."

"thank you for staying," he pauses, trying to find the right words, "i- i was terrified when i saw the building collapse. i do not think i can do this without you-"

"-well don't talk about me like i'm gone-"

"-no, you don't understand-" he ripples out a frantic, uneven breath, paired with a humourless chuckle. "i love you."

the air around you freezes. todoroki hugs you a little tighter as his shoulders begin to shake, tear drops landing on the neck of your tattered hero uniform.

the world around you feels too delicate in this moment and if your perception of reality was not rocked before by the collapse, it certainly was now in todoroki's careful hold. you feel it tilt a little more when he continues:

"i absolutely adore you, want to stay by your side for as long as you'll let me. please, do not go off running like that again, i beg of you."

a beat of silence passes by.

todoroki feels his world cave in, taking your unresponsiveness as a premature rejection.

then you utter the most ridiculous statement ever: "you tell me you love me when i'm looking like this?"

todoroki takes his head out of your neck and you see the tear streaks rolling down his beautiful face. he's so pretty it almost hurts, in fact, it hurts so much that you can taste a little blood in your mouth.

"seriously, out of all times to confess your undying love for me, you had to choose the moment that i'm all bruised and battered," you joke lightheartedly, unable to contain your smile, "i feel the same about you, shouto."

he's even prettier when he smiles, cradling the hand that you brought up to cup his face, "i think you owe me after the heart attack you gave me."

you laugh breathlessly, "will a date suffice?"

"a date will absolutely suffice."

#had this in the drafts for a long while - wanted to get it out #todoroki x reader #shoto x reader #shouto x reader #bnha x reader #my hero academia x reader #mha x reader #my hero academia #todoroki shouto x reader #shoto fluff #shoto x reader fluff #shouto x reader fluff #shoto fic #shoto drabble #shouto fic #shouto drabble #todoroki shoto x reader

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amaya-writes · 2 years

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Would you do a Todoroki Shoto oneshot where Monoma from class 1B attempts to ask the reader out in front of the whole class but she turns him down since he’s not her type so he tries to embarrass her by pressing her on the topic and she basically describes Todoroki (without explicitly saying his name/looks) and they finally get together since the whole class ships it?

Notes: I haven't written on here for a while so sorry if the flow seems a little weird/off

Warnings: n/a

Characters involved: Shoto Todoroki, Monoma Neito, mentions of students from 1A

Gender-neutral reader, you/yours

A light wind brushed the back of your neck as you found your gaze sinking to the ground, awkwardly staring at the way your feet shuffled in an attempt to distract yourself from the situation you were in.

After a long day at school, all you really wanted was to relax and maybe get some homework done, yet your plans were immediately hijacked the second you returned from the little errand Midnight had asked you to assist her with.

An awkward silence filled the air as Monoma seemingly processed your rejection, yet somehow, as he cleared his throat and drew your gaze back to him, Monoma seemed completely fine with the fact that you had just rejected him because you liked someone else.

"So, who is your type?"

You weren't surprised that he was more offended at the prospect that you liked someone else than at the fact he was turned down, yet that didn't stop you from feeling beyond confused.

After all, who would want to put themselves through the pain of knowing their crush's crush?

"Why do you want to know?"

Monoma shrugged, an action that seemed far too casual for the statement that followed.

"Well, if you're turning me down for someone else I at least deserve to know what makes him better than me."

While you saw the logic in his words, you couldn't find it in yourself to feel bad for Monoma, especially not when he was being so snarky and twisting your words.

"I didn't say better, I said different."

He let out a scoff at your words, one that immediately diminished any sense of guilt or pity you previously felt.

"Let me guess, he's in your class? What the extra time made you think you have feelings for him?"

"I don't think I know I do. And you know what? I change my mind!"

You hadn't even realised you had narrowed the space between the two of you, yet the way your finger jabbed into Monoma's chest felt too satisfying for you to pull away.

"He is better than you. He's heroic and ambitious yet has a good heart even if he might come off as...well, hot and cold."

The smirk Monoma sent you made it clear that he had caught onto your not-so-subtle descriptions of Shoto, yet somehow, you weren't as embarrassed as you thought you would have been.

"Do you like him because he's like his father?"

Perhaps if his words didn't make you see red, you would have been able to conceal your emotions enough to look past the blond's shoulder and realize the entirety of your class had gathered to watch the two of you from the dorm windows.

But you didn't, instead, you found yourself feeling angrier as each second passed by due to the sheer audacity the boy in front of you held.

"He's kind and smart and nothing like his father. And you know what? Maybe if you weren't so hung up on trying to put everyone else down you would see that he does nothing but uplift and encourage all of us."

You hadn't even realised a stupid smile had crawled across your face as you spoke, however, it quickly vanished the second a familiar voice echoed from behind Monoma.

"Leave. Now."

Shoto had never been one to be deliberately rude. Sure, he could be standoffish, but never once had he come off as mean. At least, not until now.

Thankfully, Monoma seemed to take the hint and left without another word.

You didn't know what was worse, the annoying argument with Monoma or the awkward silence that followed once the two of you were left alone.

It was only when Shoto finally turned back to you that the tension in the air seemed to dissolve, instead being replaced with a peculiar yet comforting sense of excitement.

"You really meant that?"

It took you a moment to process his question, and then another to nod and let out a small confirmation.

"Yes."

"Well-"

The way his tongue darted out to wet his lips made it clear Shoto was internally a nervous wreck, yet he somehow found it in himself to continue even as red began to dust his cheeks.

"-I like you too. And if you allow it, I would like us to be a couple."

His awkward tone made it clear that Shoto didn't have enough knowledge about romance to know what he was doing, yet you found yourself smiling and reaching out to grasp one of his palms in yours, with the gesture only worsening his blush.

"I would like that very much."

The loud cheers that followed your words were enough to make you yelp and subconsciously jump closer to Shoto, an action that had him wrapping his arm around your shoulders, however, he would come to regret that later due to the uproar it created.

Mina and Denki didn't hesitate to race out of the dorms with their phones to snap a thousand pictures of the two of you, with the others following suit and letting out happy cheers and 'I knew it's.

Even Bakugo found it in himself to slump against the front door and let loose an almost-smile as he watched the scene unfold, even going as far as the snicker the second a familiar raven-haired hero made an appearance.

Aizawa certainly wasn't happy to hear the commotion from the dorms, especially after such a tiring day at school, yet as you felt the boy beside you squeeze your hand comfortingly, you found that you didn't quite care.

Perhaps Monoma asking you out was a good thing after all.

#this lowkey sucked #todoroki shoto x reader #shoto todoroki #shoto todoroki headcanons #shoto todoroki x reader #todoroki x reader #bnha todoroki #todoroki x y/n #shoto x y/n #shoto headcanons #shoto hcs #shoto drabbles #shoto scenarios #shoto imagine #shoto x reader #shoto x you #todoroki x you #class 1a

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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.

#mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction #mha smut #bnha smut #mha todoroki shouto #mha todoroki shouto x reader #mha todoroki smut #mha shoto #mha imagines #mha drabble #bnha todoroki shouto x reader #bnha todoroki shouto #bnha todoroki smut #bnha todoroki #bnha shoto #todoroki shouto smut #shouto todoroki x reader #todoroki shouto x reader #todoroki x reader

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yukisshittyposts · 2 years

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Could you make a part two to the daddy issues with bakugou story? Like maybe deku or todoroki, or even kirishima take his place as a father figure and he has to deal with that? Like heavy angst on his part but hecka amount of fluff for the reader and daughter?

You asked and shall receive! :)

–> Part 1 to this imagine.

NOTE: I chose Todoroki for this request, hope that's alright.

Bakugou first sees you with him while he's on patrol. Kirishima is talking his ear off about something but his focus is on you and how you tuck a strand of your hair shyly behind your ear.

At first, he thinks it's a coincidence. You with... him. So, he doesn't think much of your meeting with Todoroki and soon enough, he forgets about it.

What makes him change his mind later, is the photos, taken by those nosy bastards and then, the multiple articles that flood his feed. They are everywhere. The articles, the photos of you and Todoroki eating dinner at some fancy restaurant, him giving you a bouquet of flowers and walking together in the park, him picking up your daughter from UA–

Wait... what?

Picking up your— his daughter, from UA?

What the fuck?!

Bakugou's wife tries to assure him that it's probably nothing and reminds him that he shouldn't care. And so what if his ex is dating again? He has a wife and a son who love him very much. He shouldn't care. He knows that. It's not like he doesn't love his wife or anything, but..

He does cares. He cares and he cares a lot because he regrets what he did to you sixteen years ago. He regrets leaving you. He was young, afraid and stupid and it's his fault that things are the way they are now. He acknowledges that. He'd hoped to talk things out with you and apologize but now with Todoroki...

It's not that he doesn't want you to be happy but now, how will he manage to apologize with Todoroki in the middle? How will he manage to make things right with you?

God knows how much he wants to make things right with your daughter but it's not like she allows him to. He tries and tries but to her, he's nothing but a stranger, a pest and everytime he calls to see how she's doing and she calls him "Bakugou-san", the pain doubles, especially when he first sees the photos of her and Todoroki spending time together.

Now that Todoroki's in the picture, will she start calling him dad instead?

He doesn't want to find out.

#bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x y/n #todoroki x reader #todoroki shoto x reader #todoroki x y/n #bnha imagines #mha imagines #bakugou imagines #bakugou drabble #bakugou angst #bnha bakugou katsuki #mha bakugou katsuki #anon mail <3

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doumadono · 1 month

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Hii douma! May I request Shoto just in love? Just him being in love for the very first time and the concept of love just so foreign to him? Have a great day/night!

MY HERO ACADEMIA MASTERLIST

The cold spring air of U.A. High School's training grounds swept across Shoto Todoroki's face, his distinctive heterochromatic eyes glancing stoically at the horizon. As he approached the courtyard, the brisk wind tousled his dual-toned hair, and for the first time, a peculiar sensation stirred within him. It was an emotion he hadn't experienced before, a feeling that seemed to thaw the icy demeanor that usually defined him, yet he couldn't put a finger on what was it.

As the son of Endeavor, emotions had never been a territory he explored willingly. However, this day would mark a shift, an unexpected twist in the stoic narrative of Todoroki's life.

Shoto was no stranger to intense emotions. Anger, resentment, and the relentless pursuit of self-discovery had been his companions for as long as he could remember. But this was different – a foreign concept that had invaded the carefully constructed fortress around his heart.

As he walked past the cherry blossom trees, their delicate petals swirling in the air, his gaze landed on a figure standing by the fountain.

It was you, a fellow classmate whose presence had recently begun to captivate him. You were a presence in his life that had begun to defy categorization. You were just a person — a puzzle piece that didn't quite fit the mold he'd grown accustomed to. He admired you from afar, appreciating your strength and determination in both academics and combat.

It began innocently, Shoto noticed. A shared glance across the classroom, a casual comment during training, and the casual camaraderie of shared laughter. But as days unfolded, the puzzle piece shifted, creating a mosaic he hadn't anticipated. He was no stranger to intensity; after all, his own quirk bore the duality of fire and ice. Yet, this newfound sentiment was a flame of a different kind, uncharted and unsettling.

"Hey," he called out, his voice surprisingly steady despite the internal turmoil.

You turned towards him, a quizzical smile gracing your lips. "Todoroki, hey. Is everything okay?"

Shoto hesitated, his usual calm exterior cracking just a bit. "I… I wanted to talk."

Curiosity sparked in your eyes as you nodded, inviting him to continue.

"I've been thinking," Shoto began, his usually concise words replaced by a rare vulnerability. "About feelings. Emotions. And there's something I can't quite comprehend."

You listened intently, sensing the gravity of Shoto's words. "What is it?"

"I've always been driven by my goals, my desire to surpass my limits, and the need to prove my father wrong," he continued, "but lately, I find myself caught in a different struggle. It's like a flame inside me, burning with an intensity I can't control."

You tilted your head, intrigued. "Oh?"

Shoto nodded, his gaze meeting yours with an intensity that surprised even himself. "It's a distraction, an enigma that I can't unravel. It's like standing at the edge of a precipice, uncertain of the fall," he admitted, a rare flicker of uncertainty crossing his features.

Your lips curled into a gentle smile. "Love, Todoroki. It sounds like you're in love."

Todoroki's brows furrowed, the word foreign on his tongue. Love. A concept he'd analyzed in textbooks but never expected to encounter firsthand.

You smiled gently, understanding the conflict within him. "Love is complex, Shoto. It's not something you can control or quantify. It's a force that binds us together, that makes us vulnerable and strong at the same time."

Shoto absorbed your words, his internal battle slowly subsiding. "I don't know how to navigate this unfamiliar territory."

You reached out, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "It's okay not to have all the answers. Love is a journey, not a destination. Take your time, Todoroki."

"I think… I might be in love with you," he confessed, the admission hanging in the air like the delicate petals of cherry blossoms.

Your eyes widened, a subtle blush adorning your features. "Todoroki, that's…" you began, but he silenced you with a tender touch as he placed his hand to your rosy cheek.

"Let me finish," he whispered, his breath mingling with the soft evening breeze. "I might not fully understand it, but I know that being around you feels just right. I love spending my time with you, it doesn't matter if we just chat or study together."

A heartbeat passed between you, the air charged with unspoken emotions. And then, in a moment both tender and profound, Shoto leaned in, placing a gentle kiss to your cheek. It was a sweet, hesitant kiss, a step into the uncharted territory of love.

As he looked at you, the world around seemed to fade, leaving only the two of you in the quiet embrace newfound feelings. Shoto's stoic facade melted away, revealing a vulnerability.

A quiet moment passed before you chuckled, breaking the tension. "Well, that's unexpected. I never thought I'd be the one to thaw Todoroki's icy heart."

A small, hesitant smile tugged at Todoroki's lips. Embracing the vulnerability he rarely allowed himself to show, Shoto took a deep breath. "Would you mind if I… explore this feeling with you?"

"I'd like that, Shoto," you replied, reaching your hand out to intertwine your fingers with his.

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Surprising Todoroki For His Birthday

Warnings: Kissing

Note: Happy Birthday to our Shoto! Just wrote a little something for you guys in honor of it being his birthday. Hope you enjoy :)

Holding the box firmly in your arms, careful not to drop it otherwise all your efforts would be for nought, you enter what used to be Endeavors agency, but is now your fiancé, Shoto’s agency. After years of trying to win his son over, Endeavor left his agency behind for Todoroki to handle as the previous number one hero finally went into retirement.

Your feet carry you to the front desk which everyone immediately recognizes you and waves you through, bowing in respect, which you do the same, walking straight for the elevator to the floor you knew your soon-to-be husband's office was located.

Nerves fill the pit of your stomach as the elevator ascends. Would he like your surprise? What if he was busy? Even though you’ve been there for many of his previous birthdays, you kept it simple with a gift and maybe going out for dinner. This was your first birthday together as an engaged couple, what if this wasn’t enough?

You’re ripped from your thoughts as the elevator dings and opens on the floor his office was on. You take a deep breath and brush your worries away, allowing your feet to carry you down the familiar hallway to your fiancé's office.

Finally in front of his office door, you take another breath of courage before knocking firmly on the large wooden door. He had always told you to just enter, but this was the perfect opportunity to allow you to surprise him even more. There was no suspicion that you were behind his door as he called for you to enter, thinking it was one of the employees of his agency.

You smile to yourself, opening his door slowly and walking in. Thankfully his attention is still on the mountain of paperwork on his desk, so you clear your voice and try to change it a little so he won’t immediately know it was you.

“Mr. Shoto, there’s a package for you,” you say simply, your tone lowering a little so it wasn’t plainly obvious that it was you.

“You can leave it by th-” he looks up briefly to explain where to leave it, a bored look in his eyes, but he pauses once he sees you standing there, his eyes softening.

“Y/N,” his gentle voice says your name, making butterflies erupt in your stomach, you’d never get used to that. “What are you doing here?”

He stands from his desk and walks the small space between you until he’s right in front of you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into his chest, the box in your hands not allowing him to pull you fully into him.

You shriek and pull back, scared that your creation inside was messed up, but the box was still intact, allowing your shoulders to relax.

“Sit,” you smile, placing the box on his desk.

He follows your command with a confused look on his face, but plops down in his chair regardless, his eyes still on you.

You hum to yourself before opening the box, displaying the cake you had spent all afternoon baking for your fiancé. The candles in your bag are pulled out and placed delicately on top of the cake before you raise a brow at Todoroki to light them, which he does.

Walking around his desk, you stand beside him and press a kiss to his lips.

“Happy Birthday, my love,” you whisper in his ear, your heart thumping in your chest.

He’s quiet for a moment, glancing from the cake to you, a look of shock on his face. No one had ever done something like this for him. His birthdays as a child were spent training with his father who kept him isolated from the rest of his family. In High school his friends would do their own little celebrations for him, and in the past, you’d always take him out to dinner and give him a gift. But something as simple as showing up to his place of work with a cake you had baked yourself was so domestic and intimate, he couldn’t control the way his heart started to race.

Warm hands wrap around your waist and pull you into his lap as his face nuzzles into the crook of your neck, hugging you tightly.

“Thank you,” he pulls back a little so he can see your face, the face of the woman he loved dearly, “It’s perfect.”

Cool lips meet your own for a brief moment of gratitude, before he rests his forehead on yours, noses brushed together. He was the happiest he had been in that moment, and nothing would ruin it for him. Even though he had forgotten momentarily that it was his birthday, being so busy running a whole hero agency, he felt truly happy for being born into the world so he could meet you.

He knew then and there, that you were his purpose, his everything. Love swelled in his heart in that moment, this was perfect, you were perfect.

“I love you,” you mumbles against your lips, pulling you into him once more.

“I love you too,” you laugh against him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

It was the perfect start to a birthday he’d never forget.

Posted: 1/11/2024

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