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#shoto imagine
naddiesflower · 1 year
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Calling him by his name and not by a term of endearment
another one in the drafts that needed to see the light of day
Characters: Todoroki Shoto and Bakugo Katsuki
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Shoto
You truly didn't mean to do it
You honestly just straight up forgot one day
You would always greet each other outside of class before school started
Like clockwork, you would give each other a small hug and you would always say “hi baby” or something similar, but you would always call him baby…..except for today
“Morning Shoto,” you pull away from the hug, and he has a frown on his face that looks different from the one he usually has
“You okay?”  
He’s quick to shake it off, “Yeah, come on, we’re going to be late for class.”
You guys were actually early, but you just brush it off as him wanting to be punctual
Shoto really wants to question you
But he doesn’t
Not outwardly at least
He’s thinking, “are they mad at me?”, “Did I do something to make them mad at me??”
He would do everything possible EXCEPT ask you what was wrong
The both of you walk inside the class and Shoto goes to your seat before you do and pulls out your chair for you
You’re surprised, it’s not like he’s never nice to you (though he doesn’t look it, he’s really nice) but you are perfectly capable of doing menial tasks for yourself
So you never expected him to do that, but you appreciated it nevertheless
“Oh, thanks Sho!”
His eyebrows crease
He hums in affirmation and gives a kiss to the top of your head before walking over to his seat
That’s when you know something is wrong
He wasn’t too keen on PDA 
So for him to nonchalantly kiss you on the head in class….was kinda fishy
Shoto can’t concentrate all that well in class now
Poor dude is wracking through his brain as to why you just called him Sho
WHY SHO AND WHY NOT BABY???
And now he’s pouting for the entirety of the class
Every time you look over at him he’s like >:/
ngl it’s really cute
You don’t ask Shoto what’s wrong until lunchtime rolls around
Well
You try to
When the lunch bell rings Shoto is like a man on a mission
He beelines toward you
If you hadn’t known what his quirk you would have thought it was super speed
Iida who?
Some of your classmates look at him weird 
This is just the image I get in my head lolol
Shoto: 🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️   
Classmates:🤨
But he gets to you in like .5 seconds and he holds his hand out to you
He doesn’t even say anything to you, so you assume he wants to hold your hand
You place your hand in his but he surprises you when he pulls you into a hug
Thankfully everyone had already filed out of the class or else you would have been a burning bundle of embarrassment 
“Call me baby please.”
His mouth was right next to your ear and you could feel his lips move against it 
Your knees would have surely given out had you not come to a conclusion
You hadn’t called him baby the entire day and he was now clearly perturbed about it
There was one thing you really loved about Shoto, it was pretty easy to fluster him
And you see a perfect opportunity open itself up
Grabbing his face between your hands you pull him away from your ear and smush his cheeks together
“Oh my poor baby, I'm so sorry my baaaaby.”
A blush was quickly creeping its way up his neck
Which only encourages you more
Maybe he shouldn’t have reminded you
“Ok that’s enough….”
“But I haven’t called you baby enough times.”
“I’m going to eat by myself.”
“Wait!”
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Bakugo
You did call Bakugo terms of endearment like babe, sweetheart, and the one you use the most, honey 
Bakugo claimed to dislike your nicknames, but he secretly really liked them
One day you and Bakugo get into a petty argument
I totally feel like you and he would fight over the smallest shit lmao 
And you’re not hanging around his desk before class like you normally do
You’re at Ashido’s desk obviously ignoring him
Which irks him, but that’s fine, he can ignore you too
But he can’t help but eavesdrop on yalls conversation
because Ashido’s desk is very close and totally not because he wants to hear your voice because he already misses it
“Why aren't you at his desk by the way?”
“Hmm, Bakugo’s?”
Oh this catches his immediate attention
He doesn’t even bother hiding his blatant staring at you from across the room
Since the both of you started dating not once have you called him Bakugo
It’s always been your cute gushy nicknames or variations of his first name
Mina already knows what’s up and wants all the details now 
She’s huddling closer to you, almost practically on top of your desk
But you never get to spill tea because the bell is ringing
But i assure you that Bakugou is giving you a hard side eye
Cuz he still needs to focus in class (he’s still a good student!!)
Lunchtime rolls around and he very discreetly walks next to you
“Hey”
You turn to look at him and just smile at him with your stupid cute face
He’s happy you’re not outright ignoring him
But he was at least expecting a, “c’mon Tsuki, i wanna get a good table!”
He brushes his pinkie against yours hoping you’d get the hint and hold his hand but nope
You pick up your pace and he sees you wrap your hands around Ashido’s arm, the both of you now animatedly talking
He would have found it cute if you weren’t hanging off of Ashido
That should be me by justin bieber starts playing
Bakugo is now internally raging inside at the lunch table
You would normally sit next to him but you're sitting across from him in between Sero and Kirishima
Man’s is literally stabbing into his food
everyone is now staring at his dramatic ass 
buy you're the only one who ends up making a comment about it 
"the food is already dead, i don't think you need to do that Bakugo."
he stops murdering his food 
he's had enough
He stands up forms his seat, goes over to a very confused you
Very gently, takes a hold of your wrist and starts dragging you up to the school’s rooftop
You’re questioning him the entire time
When you finally get to the rooftop Bakugo lets go of your wrist and just kind of stares at you
He’s silent for a couple of minutes looking like he’s going through a mental battle
Until he finally says something
Something that you can barely make out because he’s turned his head away from you and is grumbling
You: https://youtu.be/Y_3vk411ALE
“Bakugo what?”
There you go calling him by his last name again
“I said I’m sorry, don’t make me repeat myself!”
“Sorry for what??”
You can’t be serious
“For our argument this morning, the reason you’re calling me by my last name.”
“Oh.”
Oh?
JUST OH??
“I thought you were still mad at me so i wanted to give you space, i forgot about our argument way before school started.”
……
ATTENTION: TWO IDIOTS IN LOVE❗❗❗
Bakugo just sighs
He’s too tired to even get frustrated and just wants your attention
So he pulls you into a hug and buries his face into your neck
“Don’t ever do that again.”
You can practically hear the pout in his voice
“I'm sorry honey, i just wanted to give you space.”
“I don’t care about space.”
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angelshimaa · 5 months
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━━ [ 𝟏𝟎:𝟐𝟑 ] ;; 𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐎
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✧ cw :: gn!reader, fluffy fluffy fluff, todoroki is just enamoured with reader <3
✧ a/n :: i just felt like writing a soft piece with shoto bc I GENUINELY BELIEVE he'd be such a soft bf <3
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thinkin about todoroki shoto who just can't take his eyes off of you.
he's next to you, out on the balcony of your dorm as you both stargaze— your idea. yet, he doesn't seem to give a second thought to the stars that lay across the sky like freckles on skin.
he's so open about how he's gazing at you simply exist in silence. heterochromatic eyes trace every feature you have, watching how thin moonlight kisses the edges of your nose, your soft lips and your cheek.
"shoto, you're staring."
he's aware that he is, and your pointing it out doesn't make him look away at all. to him, it's a fly-away comment, nothing worth focusing his already busy attention to.
when you can no longer ignore the burn coming from his eyes on you, you turn to be met with shoto's beautiful face. anyone else would make the mistake of calling his expression neutral, but you've caught him looking at you long enough to notice the warmth in his eyes.
"what?" you ask.
he has a full view of your face now, and he takes a mental image as if he wasn't going to see the same face tomorrow, or the next day— or, if the universe was on his side for once— for the rest of his days to come.
"you're so beautiful."
it's barely above a whisper and it tugs at heartstrings he knows how to play by intuition alone. it's a fragile thing, his sentence— as fragile as his comprehension of your existence. he means it too; the adoration across his eyes tells you so.
your gaze drops as shoto renders you speechless, your heart beating faster as if trying to catch up to something.
"thank you, shoto."
filled with the desire to get close to him, you shuffle a little so that you're close enough to lay your head against him. your heart calms as he puts his arm around you and the contentment settles into your chest when you sigh.
as you both watch the stars, you take note of something— there's something about the way shoto loves you that is so very peaceful.
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✧ — thank you for reading !! rbs and feedback are greatly appreciated &lt;3
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hitoshiyoshi · 2 years
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devotion | todoroki shouto
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synopsis ↬ shouto will do anything for you to join the todoroki bloodline
warnings ↬ BARELY EDITED, arranged marriage, yandere, implied virginity loss, noncon/dubcon? (consent is implied but not said), cheating? (the reader isn't dating but is talking to someone), manipulation, quirk use, dr*gging (aphrodisiac), the reader has a quirk (dual or half-water half-fire), mention of past child abuse, bribery, bride-price (?), you have an ill parent, slow burn with important details in the buildup, mild bakugou slander, orgasm denial, choking, creampie, let me know if I've forgotten something
pairings ↬ yandere!pro-hero!todoroki shouto x f!reader (she/her pronouns used)
word count ↬ 13.4k
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Anxious footsteps pace throughout your family's home for the entirety of the day. Nearly every room had been refurbished and decorated with new exquisite objects; vastly different from the usually peaceful and simplistic setting that you were used to. Expensive paintings and unique ornaments are strung along the walls, refining your home while, in the process, making you feel out of place. Various cleaners were brought to help tidy the house while other drastic measures were taken for one 'special' day. Your mother meticulously scrutinized every detail, checking to make sure each nook and cranny was spotless. It took days of countless trial and error for her to feel a sense of security in the newly renovated home. However, while your mother was satisfied with the results, you strongly hated them.
The home you first entered as a newborn and took your first steps into adulthood had been uplifted and changed before your eyes. Of course, your mother wouldn't listen to any of your whining or complaints. Always shutting down your questions or ignoring you when you try to inquire about her strange decisions. By now, you were used to her being dismissive about each of her design choices. When she asked you to assist her in the final preparations, you weren't fazed by her skittish demeanor; she'd been acting like this since the beginning. The whole day was spent cooking and finalizing the decor of your home until your mother could breathe a sigh of relief.
When asking your mother why the preparations were so intricate and time-consuming, as she sliced some vegetables for a stew, she replied:
"The Todoroki Family will be coming over tonight for dinner." She explained her desire to make your home welcoming for them. It had been some years since you had seen the entire family together, specifically the patriarch, Todoroki Enji.
Natsuo and Fuyumi became familiar faces in your family home over the past few months. It was a kind gesture; they would always make sure to stop over and greet your parents after making a brief stop in your town. The eldest brother, Touya, would write you letters despite being detained in Tartarus. After all these years, you had forgotten his face. It wasn't until you saw his arrest on the news a few years ago that you realized how deeply you missed him. Seeing his reappearance made you emotional but after receiving some of his handwritten letters, you felt more at ease although haunted by his actions. Finally, he paid the unfortunate price for his villainous crimes.
The only member of their family you were excited to see was Shoto.
Years have passed since he graduated from U.A. High School and was now working as a pro-hero and sidekick for his father, Endeavor. Patrolling and training seemed to take a toll on his ability to see you. Being an understanding best friend, you decided not to bother him about his busy schedule since it was something he did not have control over. The time he couldn't spend in person was made up with your late-night calls that would continue until the early hours of the morning. Often, you would fall asleep while still on the phone with him and the dulcet sounds of your snoring lulled his tired body to sleep.
He always gave you updates about every detail of his life. From the villains he captured, to some shenanigans with his buddies from high school. Rei, his mother, seemed to adore you the most out of all the family members — besides Shoto, of course. On one of the last moments you spent with him, he invited you to visit his mother at her new apartment after being released from the hospital. Upon seeing you, her whole face brightened as she beamed a smile and embraced you in her arms. Pinching your cheeks and commenting about how much you've grown since she'd last seen you, Rei was ecstatic. It had been many years since you witnessed her smile, and your heart warmed at the loving woman.
Lately, Rei has been scheduling friendly dates with you in an attempt to get to know you better. You felt a bit guilty for not contacting her while she was hospitalized, but she didn't seem to mind. She would always drop subtle hints about Shoto's affections for you; how his eyes would light up whenever she mentioned your name, how he loves to boast about you to others, or when he becomes saddened when thinking about the little time you two have spent together. To anyone, it seemed like she wanted you two to eventually date but you always brushed it off. Thinking it was her being overly friendly or sharing some light banter, you quickly ignored her ideas. The son of the number one hero could have anyone he wanted, why would he settle for you?
After finishing the preparations, your mother waited patiently by the front door. Occasionally checking her wristwatch while fidgeting anxiously, sometimes pacing back and forth throughout the room. There were only a couple minutes left before the time was nine o'clock. As you watched her, you decided to ask her how she was feeling.
"Is everything alright, Mom?" You asked as you sat only a few feet away from her in a nearby chair.
"Yes. I'm just happy to see an old friend again." Yet, as you examined her demeanor, it was quite clear that she was not 'happy'. In fact, she seemed to emit a sense of dread with her strained facial expression. You decided it was best not to question her too much. After wiping her sweaty palms and checking her watch, she ushers you to stand next to her by the door.
Soon, the ringing doorbell brings you out of your thoughts. Your mother exhales a tense sigh before unlocking the door. Your parents' former employer and close friend Endeavor, along with three of his children, greet your mother. She shyly bows and welcomes the family before stepping back to allow them inside. You can't hear some of the words exchanged between her and Enji, a bubbling excitement of seeing Shoto overpowers your senses. You courtly bow to their father who only responds with a few words of acknowledgment. He's dressed surprisingly formal for a friendly meeting, donning a navy blue suit and tie.
Looking back at the preparations, this had to be more than a light-hearted reunion of old friends. As you moved toward his children, your mother announces something to their father.
"Enji, I'd like to discuss something in a separate room." Your mother says, again fidgeting with her sweaty palms.
"Of course." Leading Enji to another room, your mother soon disappears and leaves you with the task of interacting with the siblings.
You try to give Natsuo and Fuyumi casual hugs after they've removed their coats and shoes. Fuyumi peppers your cheeks with sisterly kisses before handing you to Natsuo who eagerly wraps his arms around you and engulfs you in a strong hug. Lifting you off the ground and spinning before placing you on your feet. They soon maneuver to your living room, since they've both practically memorized the layout of your home; knowing the routine of your family like clockwork.
Next, you move to Shoto, failing to see his twitching brows and deadpan expression as he watches his overly affectionate siblings. You give him a big embrace which he eagerly returns. He chuckles to himself as you have to stand on the tips of your toes to hold him properly; he's grown so much since your last visit. "I've missed you so much..." you whisper into his chest. Pulling you tighter and nuzzling his face into the crook of your shoulder, he could feel his warm heart swell with happiness once having you in his arms again — he's missed your hugs.
He pats your head before letting his hand trail down your lower back, "I've missed you too." After whispering in your ear, he pulls you away, wanting to get a look of your beauty after all these years.
Shoto has been your best friend since you two were children. Always training together and even attending the same school for a brief period of time; you two were inseparable. Shortly after Enji became a hero, your parents began working under his agency. In fact, it was his father who proposed the idea of having you two practice with each other, to which your parents happily agreed. Although you're grateful for Enji's suggestion, the pain he caused Shoto was something you could never forgive him.
Vivid memories replay of Shoto being forced to endure brutal training until his poor body couldn't handle the pain anymore. He soon collapsed on the ground, vomiting up whatever bile was left in his stomach. Enji couldn't spare an ounce of compassion for the son he forcibly groomed into a hero, he left the room as if nothing happened. You rushed towards Shoto, cradling the boy in your arms and trying to keep him from going unconscious until aid arrived. Shoto doesn't remember too much from that day, only waking up in your arms after you nursed him back to health; the angel who saved him, what he thinks of you.
Making his cursed life tolerable with your presence. Your existence brought him peace of mind from that day forward. Drunk on a strange blossoming feeling that made his heart ache whenever you were gone. The years had been cruel to him and the sound of your voice could only do so much. Shoto has been thinking about this day, picturing it in his head before he dozes off to sleep.
Your father, one of the first of many sidekicks under his agency, had a fire quirk. One that easily surpassed Endeavor and could compete with Touya's. While your mother had a strong water quirk, although she was not a pro-hero under his agency and instead dealt with the paperwork. After they married, you weren't aware of this, but Enji was strongly encouraged to find someone with a similar quirk to your mother. Inevitably, he settled with Rei, ice that could compliment his fire.
Perhaps it was a competition to him, your father could've exceeded Enji. Having an ice quirk was no match for a water quirk. He must've known that his place as the number two hero could've been taken by your father — or anyone for that matter — and needed to have strong offspring to compete. Although he was overly excited with Shoto's quirk, once learning that you also had a very similar dual quirk, his joy soon dissipated; half-fire and half-water. Enji needed his legacy to live on and he could sense imminent failure for Shoto. Training together allowed him to observe you and mold his son to defeat you in the future, he thought.
Enji's dominant ways became a nuisance and within a few years of training with Shoto, you decided to abandon your hopes of becoming a hero. If it meant witnessing never-ending abuse and torment, you did not want to call yourself a hero. Although you were young, you were aware that no person could think of themselves as a 'hero' while inflicting pain on their family. You couldn't associate yourself with such a bad influence. That was something Shoto admired about you; never tolerating his father and uplifting him when he was weak.
You knew that Enji was trying to rekindle things with his broken family. Yet seeing the two of them act content with each other was shocking to you. Especially after hearing Shoto continuously demean his father on the phone, even on the night before this meeting.
"How is your father doing?" He asks once his arms are completely off of your body.
"Oh, he's been well. His health is improving, he's doing a lot better than before." Although you tried not to show your emotions, it was quite painful for you to talk about your father.
One year ago, your father was left bedridden after a fight with a villain. Ultimately leaving him unable to move and with some injuries that weakened his ability to use his quirk, forcing him into early retirement. Your mother quit her job as a secretary for Enji, claiming that she needed to spend more time at home with your father and take care of him. While you dealt with college, you weren’t able to dedicate time to help him.
“I’m sorry I haven’t been able to see you often since your father became ill.” Shoto apologizes while hanging his head low in pitiful shame. “I promise I’ll make it up in the future.” You gently caress his arm to reassure him.
“Don’t worry about that too much. Let’s focus on tonight, okay?”
“I suppose…"
Reaching for his hand, you usher him to your living room where Natsuo and Fuyumi have already made themselves comfortable. Walking in the stiff clothes your mother forced you to wear is proven to be quite difficult. The white garment flows past your thighs and stops at your ankles. You nearly trip in the tight shoes, making Shoto reach out and hold you before you embarrassingly fall. Although you've grown accustomed to joining your parents in certain arrangements, you've never worn clothing like this before as they are usually reserved for more special occasions. Pins and accessories poke your scalp uncomfortably. Your hairstyle makes you nauseous; an old-fashioned style that no one your age is still wearing. Of course, you weren't allowed to complain.
After meeting his siblings in the living room, you sit on the end of the sofa with them. Shoto eyes Natsuo, who is relaxing in a seat dangerously close and adjacent to you. His older brother seems to read his scowl perfectly, moving away to allow Shoto to forcibly sit next to you. Time seems to flow fast as the four of you chat about nonsense and random memories. During the whole conversation, Shoto's firm hand mysteriously finds its way to your lower back again — wrapping tighter once he felt Natsuo coming too close.
Before you could question him, your mother appears with Enji. Puffy, bloodshot eyes and a wet face ruin her perfectly done makeup. As you are about to inquire about her appearance, she begins to speak.
"Sorry for the delay. We've prepared some food for you all to enjoy, follow me." She turns towards the direction of the dining room with Enji trailing behind her. The siblings all raise to their feet and soon accompany your mother to the room.
"May I hold your hand?" Shoto, who is still close to you, inquires while peering down at you with a sharp gaze.
"Sure," Nodding before intertwining your figures with Shoto, you watch as he smirks brightly. Soon stepping in front of you and leading you towards the rest of the group.
The large dining room table is covered with different Japanese dishes, most you've never seen your mother make before. You could recall helping her cook some of them and the endless hours it took before you completed everything. While the family took their seat, with Enji sitting in your father's position at the head of the table, you try to choose a seat next to Fuyumi. Until Shoto courteously pulls out a chair beside him and stares at you with full expectation. Not wanting to deny his chivalrous acts, you thank him and sit.
During dinner, his older siblings gleefully engaged in another conversation about old times. Reminiscing over every detail and their plans for the future. Natsuo landed a job as a nurse practitioner only a few weeks ago while Fuyumi shared stories about her students. Enji and your mother were quiet, only interjecting when necessary. Your mother's plate seemed to stay full as time passed, only picking at the food. This was unlike her usual behavior at dinnertime. Shoto was the same, except happily eating and staying content with your presence beside him. Only a couple times would he speak, and his replies were short. You weren't fazed much, he was the type to only speak when spoken to or if he had a lingering thought in his head.
Before your time comes to an end, your mother excuses herself and travels to the kitchen. Lost in laughter, you and Fuyumi giggle as Natsuo recounts a particularly embarrassing moment from Shoto's childhood; you eagerly listened to the story as it was a rare moment that all the siblings spent time together. Only after you begin to relax do you notice a frown spread across Shoto's lips. You were dismissive. It was only playful teasing between brothers, right?
"I'm sorry for being busy." Shoto suddenly says after he's finished his last bite of food.
"It's fine, you don't have to keep apologizing. Look at the bright side, we're making memories now. We can always make more in the future." The future, he thinks. The only future he can think of is the one that always replays in his lovestruck mind. Smiling to himself, you assume he's already beginning to feel better.
Your mother emerges from the kitchen, placing a large plate of cold soba noodles in the center of the table — right in front of Shoto. Despite being full, he eagerly tries the noodles while the rest of his family waits for him to taste them first. After all, how could he reject his favorite dish? You helped your mother prepare the noodles after Fuyumi insisted on teaching you Shoto's favorite dish. She claimed it would be a nice welcome present for him after he was away for so long.
With every bite, his face lights up the more he consumes it. Soon, his siblings gladly take bites of the noodles as well while Enji and your mother watch.
"What do you think, Shoto? (Y/N) made it all by herself." Your mother announces loud enough to catch his attention and makes sure to enunciate her last sentence.
"W- Well, I was only following Fuyumi's instructions. She deserves all the credit." Trying to act humble didn't seem to work on his persistent sister. You could notice your mother making a face at your words.
"Nonsense!" Fuyumi chirps, catching you off-guard. "You're such a wonderful cook and Shoto loves it too. Right, Shoto?" Her head turns to her younger brother who has finished his plate of your noodles already.
"I do. You did a great job, (Y/N)." He nods along with his sister before softly grinning at you. "It tastes perfect,"
"See? He loves it! You made it the way he likes. Just for Shoto..." Behind her glasses, you could see her eyes darken as she finished speaking. Only for her to innocently smile at you before tasting your noodles and exclaiming more praises. "It's so delicious. Try some more, Natsuo!"
"O- Oh... Thank you, Fuyumi," You turn your head towards her younger brother. "And Shoto..."
As the two siblings initiate a conversation with your mother and Enji, you could notice Shoto begin to shift toward you. He reaches for your chopsticks before collecting some of the noodles between them. He calls your name and raises the food to your lips. As you take a bite, you smile up at Shoto who returns your gesture while watching you eat. Once you've finished chewing, he takes a napkin and dabs the corners of your mouth while gazing down lovingly.
The longer your night continued, the more heads grew tired. After dinner ended, Natsuo helped your mother clean and tidy the kitchen while Enji excused himself. Fuyumi followed him to the front door and urged Shoto to come with her; although, he seemed more agitated that he wouldn't have any alone time with you. The time is nearly eleven o'clock, and soon you start to wonder when they would return home. Enji announces that he is leaving for the night after his chauffeur hands Fuyumi, Shoto, and Natsuo small suitcases bags.
As the siblings talk, you grow more and more confused. They didn't seem too bothered by the ticking clock and stayed still as if they had no intention of leaving. Shoto's hand moves from your palm to your lower back; you've grown accustomed to his touchy gesture and you decide to ignore it.
"U- Um... Is your father coming back to take you guys home?" You ask but all the siblings, besides Shoto, stare up at you in a confused manner.
"No, we're staying over tonight. Didn't your mother tell you? It was her idea, she kept insisting." Before Natsuo could reveal too much, Shoto interrupts him.
"Natsuo, you-" He glares up at his older brother while you feel his fingers clench around your skin. The clicking of your mother's heels makes him pause his sentence.
"My apologies for the wait. The rooms are ready, right this way." Your mother motions for them to come with her. As she walks up the staircase, she begins to speak again. "There are two extra rooms. Fuyumi, you will take (Y/N)'s room for the night. Natsuo and Shoto can have the other two rooms."
You tried to fathom her directions, but they didn't make any sense. If there are two extra rooms, why would Fuyumi need yours? Couldn't Natsuo and Shoto share while Fuyumi has the other? Perhaps the brothers want their own space, you didn't mind being with Fuyumi anyways. But as your mother reaches the top of the staircase and opens the door to your room, you realize that you are mistaken.
Although your room maintains the same orientation, all of your personal items are missing. The essential products that you use almost every day are nowhere to be found. Most of your decorations have been removed, leaving the walls bare and empty. Any of your medication, skincare, and some other sentimental belongings are gone. Either changed or disappeared. but they were here when you woke up this morning. Almost as if your room was ransacked while you were busy.
Before you could ask, your mother leads Fuyumi into the room. She sets down her suitcase on the ground before making herself comfortable on your bed. Soon, your mother closes your bedroom door before taking Natsuo to his simple guest room next door. The older brother thanks your mother and locks his door as well.
She ushers Shoto to another spare guest room next to Natsuo. When opening the door to Shoto's room, you notice one unmistakable detail — there's only one bed. Logically, this meant you had to share a room with Fuyumi, right? Your mother wouldn't dare allow you to sleep in one bed with any of the brothers... right?
The room is decorated with a few potted plants, dim lamps, and a small desk area. You're reminded of his dorm room when he attended U.A a few years ago. Except, his futon is replaced with a king-size canopy bed. White and gold sheets cover the mattress while a see-through curtain drapes over the frames. Fluffy silk pillows entice your heavy eyelids.
"Shoto, this will be your room. Wait here and get comfortable, alright?" Shoto seems pleased with the scenery. He nods at your mother before entering and closing the door.
Turning away from your mother, you walk towards your room — or Fuyumi's room.
"Where do you think you're going?" Snapping your head around, you see your mother clenching her fists with an unreadable facial expression, but you could tell that she is angry.
"I'm sharing a room with Fuyumi... aren't I?"
"No." Harshly grabbing your wrists, she leads you to your walk-in wardrobe before shutting the door. You're too dazed to process everything, barely noticing where she has taken you until it's too late.
So, you're not sharing a room with Fuyumi. There was no way you were sharing one with Natsuo or Shoto. Perhaps you would sleep on the couch? Or in your parents' room? Although your father always hated letting you see him in such a weakened state. She forcibly removes your clothing and shoes off of your body and hastily throws them in a pile of clothes that covers the whole room. Your mother isn't usually this disorganized, and her disheveled state warns you that something is wrong. The pestering feeling that you've tried to ignore can no longer remain quiet.
"Where will I be sleeping?" You meekly ask as she finally finds the piece of clothing that she has spent the whole time searching for.
"In Shoto's room." She holds up a long cream-colored, sheer négligée to your body and imagines how the clothing would fit before slipping the thin fabric over your head.
As you stare in the mirror, you can't help but gasp. Thanks to your brassier and panties, most of your 'sensitive' areas are covered but your arms and legs are exposed to the unusually cold air. A state of panic ran through your veins. You were expected to sleep in Shoto's room wearing this. A room with only one bed. The worst possible outcomes began to fill your head, it sounded sick and nonsensical. Although he was your dear friend, you knew that your mother would never agree to do something like this.
"Isn't this a bit too revealing to wear around him?" You were met with an unwavering silence that caused your heart to beat faster in your chest. "Mom... you've been acting strange all day. Please just talk to me. This- This doesn't make any sense... Why are you doing this?"
"Why can't you just cooperate for once and stop asking questions?" A scowl forms across her face, slowly getting annoyed. Your lips press together, you want to trust your mother... but you can't.
As you scan her face through the mirror, you realize that she is hiding more than anger behind her emotions. Tears swell in your eyelids but you aren't sure why. Her actions couldn't soothe your never-ending anxiety. She begins working on your hair, removing the pins stuck between your strands before giving you a simplistic style. After finishing, she lightly sprays some sweet-smelling luxury perfume. Your mother seems nearly done with her odd preparations, you unclench your jaw and start to speak.
"I know you're stressed about something, you can tell me. You're not acting like yourself..." You begin to think she will ignore you again when she checks your attire once more. Until she responds.
"I'm fine. We will be fine. Go spend the night with Shoto, please... Just one night." A brief glance at her and she seems to be pleading with you as you hear the strange tone of her voice. "I will talk to you in the morning."
After looking over your clothes one last time, she forces you out of your underwear and into a lace fabric that leaves you even more anxious. Brewing with embarrassment, you realized that your mother wouldn't offer any comforting words to soothe you. Instead, she checks her wristwatch before furrowing her brows and releases a stressed sigh.
"It's time. Now, go to Shoto's room. Don't run off." She turns her back away from you before motioning you towards the exit. You grab a velvety thick robe and throw it over your shoulders before she could see and leave.
Her hands clasp over her mouth as she holds back pained cries. However, she couldn't stop tears from cascading down her cheeks. Praying to whichever God could hear her for forgiveness. Your mother is deeply sorry, she didn't want this to happen. She hopes you'll be more understanding and forgive her in the morning.
As your feet touch the mahogany flooring, you can’t stop the impending feeling of doom that courses through your veins. Sighing heavily, you contemplate dashing to your room to share it with Fuyumi despite your mother’s warning. Yet, you couldn’t dismiss the idea of his sister knowing why your mother seemed tense. The look Fuyumi gives you during dinner replays in your mind. Perhaps the whole family knew and you were the only one left in the dark. Your hand lingers on the doorknob of Shoto’s room, and you quickly suppress the idea of running away.
Unlocking the door, you tiptoe into the bedroom quietly. At first, you don’t notice him — the bed seemed tidy as if it hadn’t been touched. Gazing around the space, you see Shoto sitting at the small desk while scrolling through his phone. He stops and watches your frame enter the door, eyes widening once he takes in the sight of your attire. His clothes are changed now, a loose white t-shirt and long navy pajama pants.
“Please don’t stare… It’s a bit embarrassing,” Once you finally enter the room, you wrap the robe tighter around your clothes.
“Sorry, my apologies.” Shyly looking elsewhere, he refocuses on his phone again.
You quickly move to the end of the canopy bed, drawing back the sheer curtains before sitting on the plush sheets. Shoto is barely visible through the drapes but his phone light illuminates brightly in the dimly lit room. You were thankful for the fleece robe covering your shoulders and arms, the harsh cold air made goosebumps arise on your skin.
"So... How will we sleep?" Breaking the silence in the room, you ask him after a few minutes pass. Shoto shifts in his chair and the white light from his phone suddenly disappears but is replaced by a lamp.
"Are you nervous about sleeping in the same bed? We've been friends for so long, it won't be a problem for me." He says, you can see his head turn towards you through the curtain.
Normally, you wouldn't care too much about staying in the same room together. He was right, you two were close friends. Yet, as you glance down at your clothing and remember the words of your mother, the tension of the meeting is hard to dismiss.
"I guess I don't mind either but I still feel weird about it," Pausing for a few brief seconds, you release a sigh before continuing. "My mother has been acting strange today. Well, not just today... for the past week." As you speak, Shoto rises from the desk. He moves the curtain out of his path before sitting next to you on the bed. You don't notice his movements until a sharp coldness reaches your skin. "I just feel a bit uneasy, sorry..."
"Don't be," His fingers softly caress your arm, an act you always did to comfort him. "She's probably stressed about seeing my father again."
"I hope..." Your mother did mention being 'happy' about The Todoroki Family visiting. You want to believe his reassurance, but your gut feeling tells you otherwise.
The night seems to fly fast as the two of you talk for a while. Shoto seems more eager to initiate a conversation without worrying about the stress of his nosy siblings. He shares some details about his life after graduating from U.A., most of which you already knew. Immediately after becoming a Pro-Hero, he joined his father's agency and accompanies him on patrol. Most of his free time is spent resting at home during the night, usually when you two would call. On the days he didn't have any work, he would typically visit his mother with Fuyumi and Natsuo.
Various topics are brought up and soon the clock reaches midnight. Shoto seems to have some energy in him, and you decide to continue despite your drowsy eyes. He mentions that he's been feeling lonely because of the mountain of work that has been pushed upon him. Your smile and promises to share your time with him are meaningless to him. He knows, one way or another, you will live up to your words.
"Don't you have someone special in your life?" Your ears perk up as you await his response to the question. Shoto's eyes trail off in the distance as he searches for an answer.
"I do..." He mumbles quietly, initially thinking that you haven't heard him until you happily congratulate him.
"Really? Who is it? Is it someone I know?" Throwing questions at him only made Shoto's smile widen across his lips.
"Don't worry. I'll tell you in the morning," Before you could protest, he speaks again. "And you?"
"Oh... I'm not in a relationship right now." Feeling his heart skip a beat at your response, a weight lifts off of his shoulders... briefly. "But, there is someone that I'm talking to." His amiable demeanor seems to shift as he listens, eyes piercing your frame. "What's wrong..?"
"Nothing... Who is it?"
"You know him, it's Bakugou." Of course Shoto knows who he is. They were once classmates and soon began working at his father's agency together.
"I do, we work together on occasion." His fingers nervously tap against his thigh, trying to release whatever pent-up stress is building in his system. "How long have you been talking to him?"
"Only for a couple weeks. He works at Endeavor's agency, right?" Shoto gives you a small nod to answer your question. "Actually, the first time I met him, I stopped by Musutafu to look for you but he said you were on patrol with your father. We talked for a bit... and got to know each other." A warm heat spread across your face as you felt the temperature of the room begin to rise.
"I see..." Shoto uttered yet a sharp pain in his chest made it difficult for him to speak. He made sure to ask your mother beforehand if you had any other suitors, to which she strongly denied. "Have you two..?
"Have we..?" He peers up at you, hoping that you understood his implication. "Oh, we haven't kissed... or done anything else. I mean I've been too busy with college to be in a relationship." You tried to excuse yourself past the embarrassing situation, but Shoto seemed at ease with your responses.
"I understand. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable." He apologizes as you move to rest your back against a pillow on the bed's headboard.
"It's fine. I don't usually visit too often, just when I'm passing through..." You go on to tell him about the small dates you would arrange with Bakugou during his breaks.
Making him and the other sidekicks bento boxes for lunch, on the same days when Shoto was away. Practically boasting about the trinkets and presents he gifts you, saying that he was reminded of you when buying them. On days when he was free, Bakugou would invite you over to his apartment to cook with him and show some new recipes he was currently trying to perfect.
As Shoto listens to you gushing over his coworker, a spark of anger consumes his entire spirit. Neither Bakugou nor any of the sidekicks he was acquaintances with mentioned you; listening to you ramble about the time you spent with them had shocked him. How did you even manage to befriend Bakugou?
Although his poor temper gradually improved over the years, he wasn't the easiest to approach. This wasn't right, it didn't make any sense. Shoto thought he had done everything to keep a watchful eye over you despite being so far away, only for you to be right under his nose. His temperamental 'friend' wasn't worthy of you, he should be the one in Bakugou's place.
The slow approach he decided to take wasn't successful, someone captured your heart — the place he comfortably resided for many years — and he wouldn't allow himself to be dethroned.
A flicker of flames in the dim room makes your rambling end, you watch as Shoto stares off in the room with his head looking away.
"Are you okay..?" You inquire while watching some of the flames nearly burn through his clothing.
"No, I'm not." His fists clench together before releasing as his body seems to relax briefly.
"What's wrong?"
"Bakugou isn't the type of person you should be dating." Suddenly, his gaze shifts to you with a serious, deadpan expression.
"What do you mean? If you're talking about his anger, it's not an issue. He's been really kind to me."
"No, no... That's not what I mean." Shoto inhales sharply and closes his eyes for a brief moment. "I'm telling you this because you are my closest friend and I deeply care about you," You watch him intently and prepare for his response. "But I've seen other girls at the office with him. Some old classmates, a few sidekicks. He's always flirting with them. Trust me, he brings a new girl over every week."
His entire statement is nothing but lies. The gullible expression on your face tells him that you believed his dishonesty. There was no reason for him to make up stories, you thought. Bakugou isn't 'close' to any of the other sidekicks, at least to his knowledge, Shoto has been the only one he considered a friend. His classmates have visited their agency, but only for work-related business.
Bakugou never mentioned seeing someone, never said your name, or showed you off. So when Shoto heard his name leave your lips, he was obviously shocked. He didn't care too much, Bakugou would never be considered his 'friend' or 'colleague' anymore — it was time for him to be disposed of.
"But... But if that's true, why didn't Moe or the others say anything?" Your features changed from a look of disbelief to pain and denial in a matter of seconds. Shoto truly felt bad, he really did. Yet, he knows you'll feel better in the morning. Call him sadistic, but watching your heartbreak turned him on. He would replace your sadness and bring never-ending joy.
"Knowing the type of person my father is, it's inevitable that his employees would be the same." Perhaps that wasn't valid for the other sidekicks, excluding Shoto.
He was truly elated seeing you become more and more distraught. This was his intention; play with your emotions, leave you fragile and ready to accept him. He didn't mind having to exploit the evil of his father knowing that you disliked Enji as much as he did. Your lips and eyes began to droop, forming a visible frown. Maybe because it was your first petty heartbreak, that's why it felt so bad. You always told yourself that you could overcome meaningless relationships, but the smiles you shared with everyone seemed to hurt the most. It was nothing but a facade and a waste of your time.
"I feel like an idiot..." A few teardrops escaped your eyes and trickled past your cheeks. God, why are you such a crybaby?
His warm side of his body pulls you in closer and embraces you in a smoldering hug. Shoto wasn't exceptionally affectionate, but he hated seeing you cry — especially over other people. He tried to hush your soft sniffles, you were quite pathetic to become emotional over Bakugou since you two weren't even dating. Unless there was something else you didn't share.
"It's okay... It's okay. You don't need someone like him. He wouldn't have treated you right." Your head nuzzles in the crock of your shoulder as the heat from his body washes over you.
As you begin to stop, he peels away from you before gently placing a chaste kiss on your cheek. The salty liquid coats his tongue as you melt into his touch, assuming it was only platonic affection. Of course, it wasn't. The feeling of your skin against his lips sparked something inside of him that he had been waiting patiently for so long. Wanting to be bold and explore further, Shoto trails his light pecks down to the tip of your nose and hovers over your lips. Once you feel him trying to steal a kiss, you push yourself away.
"Sorry, you must be overwhelmed." He removes his arms from your sides, watching as you nod and accept his apology.
The room soon quiets down and the air begins to fill with warmth. Yet, you begin to miss the feeling of his body against yours. Shoto lifts himself off of the bed and disappears to the desk he was originally seated in. You can hear the tapping of plates and metal and soon Shoto appears by your side of the bed. Pushing the curtain away, he reveals a tray of light food in his hands.
"What are these for?" You ask, but he only offers a vague answer.
"In case you become hungry or thirsty. I'll sit by the desk to give you some privacy." He places the tray on your lap before moving back to the desk.
"Oh, thank you."
Shoto takes his phone out of his pocket and begins scrolling aimlessly again. You can see the white light through the sheer drapes, and for a brief second, you wonder what Shoto is busy doing. His fingers dance across the screen, frantically texting his father that he wants Bakugou to be fired by the morning. Speaking of the hothead, your mind runs across him once more. It's still hard to believe Shoto since Bakugou seemed so genuine. Alas, you've only known him for a short time and it is hard to trust someone fully.
You'll talk to Bakugou when you wake up.
While you think about what tomorrow has to offer, you start to feel a strange need to drink. The room starts to fill with immense heat; although half of your body can handle it, thanks to your fire quirk, the other half becomes unbearable. When did it get so hot? The robe on your shoulders starts to feel uncomfortable on your now sticky skin. You remove the clothing from your body, not caring that Shoto would see your lingerie if he was close. For now, you need to cool down. If only he was beside you...
Your eyes peer down at the tray: one glass of water, a cluster of grapes, one pomegranate sliced in half, and a whole apple.
Reaching for the glass, you bring it to your lips and sip all of the liquid. The cup gives you relief from the heat; inside are a few jagged ice cubes. Taking one in your mouth, you finally begin to relax again. When you finish, you place the glass on the tray and scan the contents again. A wave of hunger urges you to eat something, anything, on the plate. You choose the pomegranate, plucking some seeds from the inside before eating them.
Unbeknownst to you, Shoto's eyes have been on your frame since the moment he heard your body shift on the mattress. Smiling to himself once he sees you consume the food he's gifted you. He places his phone down on the desk and rises from his chair.
Before you could finish the fruit, you sense Shoto's presence near the bed. You look up but it's too late, an icy cold grip on your wrist halts your movements. As you stare up at him visibly confused and dazed, he says in a low hushed tone:
"You stole from me, so it's only fair if I take something from you."
"Take something from me? What do you mean..?" You ask, yet he only responds by leaning forward and pressing his lips against yours.
This time, his hand restrains your neck and coaxes you closer to his body — making it difficult to reject him. The familiar flavor of pomegranate coats your taste buds as you feel his tongue slip inside your parted lips. His teeth nip at your flesh until it becomes swollen and a strange metallic sensation mixes on your tongue.
You feel the tray moving on your lap until it's placed elsewhere in the room. Your hands instinctively move to his shoulders as if trying to keep a predator at bay. Shoto's arms envelop your torso, further deepening the kiss until he feels your nerves relax under him. Grazing his tongue across your lips, he soon kneels on an open space in the mattress.
Submitting to his touches, your hands soon trail down to his chest until a hard, rhythmic pulsing of his heartbeat throbs in your palm. The overjoyed hero's body became restless as he felt your contact with his skin; he'd been waiting for this moment for as long as he could remember. To share a kiss with you, his first and he hoped yours as well.
Separating his body with yours, his arms untangled from your body as he placed light kisses along the underside of your jaw to your neck. Ignoring the light hums and soft noises you made from his actions, Shoto's fingers clawed at your flimsy sleepwear that would surely tear off if he wasn't careful. His head nestled atop your shoulder, breathing in your scent and silently cursing your mother for dousing you in nauseating perfume.
"Shoto..." You mewled out weakly as his face presses further against your skin.
"Sorry," He mumbles in a quiet whisper. "I just couldn't hold back anymore..." Sitting in an empty space beside you on the bed, Shoto is reluctant to remove you from his hold as if he is afraid you will flee.
His fingernails stab sharply into the fabric of your clothing and nearly scrape into your flesh. Then, his breathing becomes rigged as he murmurs a few incoherent words. It takes a few minutes for you to understand; the words slipping out of his mouth are endless apologies. Before you could inquire about what was wrong — you weren't angry with his overly affectionate demeanor, only confused — he raises his head, now quiet as his lips tremble as he tries to form some words in his head.
"This isn't the way I wanted it to happen, I was hoping to court you first." You feel a burning sensation on your cheeks, as you peer up at him you notice some flames blazing from the red burn on his eye. Shoto faces you now, however his stare is cast down to your hands which he soon intertwines with his own. "But... I was too late. Now, you're thinking about him, not me... Is there something wrong with me?"
"W- What..? No, Shoto, I think you should calm down." His grip on your hands doesn't falter, instead tightening. A hot tingle from one of his hands engulfs yours, so painful that you're sure it will leave a scar if he doesn't move. "Y- You're hurting me..."
Upon seeing the flash of heat on your hand, he flinches away and begs for your forgiveness. He soothes your pain with his ice and pulls away once you're calm.
"Am I not worthy?" As you try to remind him of his value and deny his acts of low confidence, he stays unfazed. "Then, why haven't you noticed? Do you not think of me the same way?"
"Noticed... what?"
"My love for you, but I suppose you've never felt the same way." It would be a lie for you to claim that you haven't experienced a romantic attraction to him... somehow, you've forgotten after the years passed. "It's my fault, I should've been more direct." He brings your wounded hand to his lips before kissing at the marks. "I've always felt this way since you saved me. We were made for each other, don't you see? I've been gone for too long, perhaps you've just forgotten, right? Let's make up for all our lost time..."
Before you could fully comprehend his words, Shoto's hands move to your shoulders and knead into your muscles; soothing your strained body in order to get you to relax. As some time passes, you begin to slip away into his touch as your head becomes heavy and fills with fog. He releases a pleasing hum, thinking to himself that the profession of his undying love finally swayed your heart — that was not the case. The more you calmed, the further his hands would dip into untouched territory on your body as you succumbed to his caresses.
His knees cage either side of your body as he hovers above you, pressing firmly into cushioning. His warm breath tickles the hairs of your neck, sprouting goosebumps throughout your skin. He stops his hands over your chest to feel your rapidly beating heart; the rhythm nearly matches his own. Whatever ounce of cowardice or fear leaves his tainted spirit. Shoto is certain that now is a perfect time; everything he'd ever wanted was coming true, and the option to retreat is gone. Unfortunately, you are forced to comply with the same sentiments.
Swiftly maneuvering his hands to the hem of your nightwear, Shoto easily peels the fabric off of your body. Coaxing you upwards, he lifts the garment over your arms and head before neatly discarding it elsewhere in the room. His palms tenderly squish the flesh covered by your bra while you instinctively hold onto his wrists. His eyes lovingly glimmer with a look of pure adoration; Shoto takes his time, slowly basking in the feeling of your body in his hands. Your hold on him loosens with every timid touch he gives you.
He leans forward, pressing another breathtaking kiss to silence any protests, which are now nonexistent. The thought of pushing him away is buried by the sense of desperation that emits from his hold and his kiss. His fingers travel behind your back and play with your brassier before unclasping it. Hooking his fingers over your lace panties, both undergarments soon disappear to an unknown location in the room. As you lay bare and exposed to the fluctuating temperatures of the room, he raises himself off the mattress and positions himself behind you with your back resting on his chest.
Stroking your plush thighs, he chuckles after he hears you gasp when his hands graze too close to your opening. His thumb circles around your clit as his other hand travels to your bust and fits perfectly around one, caressing your pebbled skin and teasing your bud. Shoto rests his head perfectly on your shoulder until your cheeks are pressing closely together. You can't see him — too focused on the movement of his arms — but he intently watches your body writhe. Your legs threaten to close once you feel him stroke your hood.
"You know... I've never done something like this before," He barely breathes out as his voice makes a chill run down your spine. There's something in the tone of his voice that sounds abnormal. "You're doing so well..."
Your fingers dig sharply into Shoto's hands, leaving indents in his skin as his thumb meets your sex at an agonizingly slow pace. He seemed to take pleasure in it as you could hear the echo of his soft laughter directly in one of your ears when you became too frustrated.
"Sho... Sho- Can you... faster, please?" Your slurred speech and submissive behavior would have been embarrassing if you were in the right state of mind, but alas that was not the case.
"Hmm? You want me to move faster..?" Upon hearing your hum of approval, he deepens his press against your clit. Partially lifting your hood and exposing your swollen nub to the air. Smiling against your skin, he says, "You're so perfect, just for me... mine."
His middle finger ghosts around your folds, and your core trembles practically begging for him to enter and offer some relief. An immense heat erupts from your body despite none of your quirks being in use. Although Shoto's body is warm, it provides you comfort. There's a need for you to be next to him, to touch him. Your fire quirk is not active, but you feel like you're burning. A small glance around the room and you see no flames erupting from his left side. Your hands raise from his wrists and slide up his arms to push your body closer against him.
Teasing your unnaturally wet slick, Shoto thanks himself for slipping an aphrodisiac inside of the water. Parting your folds with his index and ring fingers, he sinks his middle inside your warm walls soon groaning as they clench around him. "so wet for me, only me. never for anyone else..." He wishes he could feel you tightening on his cock. Unfortunately, you haven't noticed it stiffening behind you. His finger nudges upwards into a gummy section of your walls, eagerly exploring inside.
He leaves kisses and small nips across your nape. Harshly sucking and sinking his teeth into your skin that your mother would surely question you about in the morning. His fingers pump in and out of you; the rhythm is erratic before he nestles in a region of your walls that you seem to enjoy. Stretching you out as much as his thick fingers can, he reaches deeper inside with each thrust. As he grazes across a sensitive area, your feet bury into the duvet.
Trying to swallow your moans proved to be pointless, expletives and slurred mewls of pleasure begin to echo through the walls; a symphony to Shoto's ears but a nuisance to the others inside. One of his hands trails to your exposed breasts. He sharply exhales at the flesh in his palm, tugging on your sensitive bud. Your eyes screw shut when Shoto's thumb rolls across your sensitive clit again, drawing your body nearer to a release. His hand soon moves from your chest to your throat.
Squeezing lightly against your veins until you start to feel dizzy, he pulls you even closer to him and whispers, "call me yours" "say you'll never leave me" "tell me you love me" "say it" "just say it... please". Shoto starts chanting more demands in your ear, hoping in your disoriented state you would listen — even if it was just for tonight. However, he can't perform miracles and his use of power could only take him so far. He released his hold as your lungs began to fill with air again. His fingers move to tightly gasp your chin.
"Sho- Shoto... I..." You stutter before pausing at a sudden pool of warmth rushing to your lower tummy. You want to answer him truthfully, but the new sensation of pleasure on your bottom half overtakes you — or maybe that is what you try to convince yourself.
Feeling your walls begin to spasm, Shoto senses that you're close. A pool of your wetness begins to leak into the duvet and stain the sheets. As your core pulses and contracts around his fingers, you grasp onto his arms. You try to urge him deeper, getting lost in the sensation before you feel him pull away. His finger slips out easily and his thumb disconnects from your clit, denying your climax. A wave of pleasure washes over you as you spasm in his arms even more aroused than before, but it soon fades with his fingers gone.
"Why couldn't you answer?" He surprisingly asks as if the hand locked on your throat gave you any chance to replay. "Do you dislike me that much? Am I so repulsive?" You always knew his esteem was low after he was burned, but you assumed he overcame it. When you try to deny his insecurities, your words are unintelligible with your rapid breathing. He looks away before responding, "Nevermind."
Shoto raises your body and moves from behind you. His demeanor seems agitated, but no less determined than before. He was certain that he would walk out of the room knowing that you adored him the same way he did. It wasn't in his plan to go this far, yet the restless feeling in his chest wouldn't dissipate. You rested backward on the bed, unable to support yourself after sitting up for so long. He peels his clothing from his body revealing his well-toned and sculpted frame from years of hard work.
He kneels on the bed again but this time between your legs. He leans forward until he's eye-level with your pussy after straightening your waist. The first time he's seen your body so perfect and on display for him. Internally, he congratulates himself for saving your climax until now; a taste is better instead, he thinks.
His lips attach to your inner thighs as he kisses and leaves blue and purple marks against your skin. The pads of his fingers massage your flesh, occasionally making it tremble weakly in his palms. Every sensation that touches your body makes you crave Shoto more, you're certain that it is purely from arousal and not romantic emotions. It was obvious to you what he wanted by now.
His hot breath tingles your heat, smirking when he sees your slit spasm. Disappearing between your thighs, you feel him do kitten licks on your pearl before flattening his tongue and doing a long lap at your folds. Unable to hold back his pure excitement, he collects your essence on his wet muscle, so eager for a taste. A sting of your wetness and his saliva connect before breaking as he pulls away. Swirling his tongue on your clit, Shoto darts across your bud a few times before savoring whatever oozes out of you.
Noises inside the room are nothing but pure filth, you pray that no one can hear. His head peaks up to see your expression of pure ecstasy and bliss. When you lock eyes with him, you notice his chin and lips stained with a clear mixture of your juices. Tangling your fingers in his hair, your hand nudges him deeper towards his entrance to chase after a release as heat travels down below your tummy.
He focuses on your bud; sucking at the sex and repeating once he feels your fingers tug and scratch his scalp. Another thick finger soon enters again making your walls contract. As your back arches off the bed and your toes curl around themselves, heat emits from your body; expletives and moans leave your throat. You no longer cared about his family hearing, it was surely too late now.
His hands press your hips further into the mattress, trying to keep your shifting body still. Soon, a gush of your release leaks onto his tongue as he eagerly catches every drop; unwinding and finishing on Shoto's face. His lips glisten with clear sticky liquid as he helps you ride out your orgasm. While you pant and steadily lose your grip on his hair, he presses further into your mound and licks your slick clean.
Shoto pulls away from your lower half while you watch as he raises himself proudly. Peering down at you and grinning to himself, obviously happy that he could make you orgasm. He repositions his hips between your legs, easily parting your tired and numb thighs. You haven't caught a good look at his length but when you glimpse down, you see it. It's so pretty. Perfectly trimmed half-white and half-red hair and it seemed well-groomed for the occasion. Of course, this was all a planned meeting.
When he notices you staring, a pink blush spreads across his cheeks and ears. Shoto doesn't think it's much but you believe otherwise. Unsure what to do with your hands, you rest them over your heart until they are near to your face and chin. His tip glides over your opening, prodding over your hole gently and holding your waist as he starts to sink in.
His cock buries deep inside your cunt, swallowing him whole inch by inch. Cries of pain ring in Shoto's ears as his girth stretches you apart. Your eyes clench shut for a second and when they reopen his face is only a few inches away from yours. His hands hook under both of your legs, pushing them close to your chest while whispering something about how it will feel better this way. His eyes are filled with lust, twinkling before colliding his lips with yours. A taste of your essence still remains on his tongue. Trying to soothe your cries, he muffles them with his passionate kisses.
Slowly, he finally bottoms out of your warm region; only pulling away from your lips when you tighten around him. Your eyes close once again as you try to find subtle acts to suppress the pain. Shoto doesn't seem to approve of this, though.
"Darling, couples should look in the eye when they make love to each other..." Icy fingers wrap around your chin and forcefully tilt your chin until he is the only thing in your view. His eyes glisten with pure adoration while yours are unreadable. Perhaps it was the opposite — fear or disdain.
You aren't sure. Shoto, however, convinces himself that you have the same affections. The euphoric state of pleasure he's in from being with you clouds his mind. Couples? You want to question him but his hold on your jaw is tight and unwavering. It locks your mouth in place until you can lightly mumble one word...
"Shoto..."
He shushes you and nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck as he fills you completely. A deep sensation of pressure along your walls brings you nothing but discomfort. Soon raising his hips, his cock glides out of your slick-covered core as he thrusts gently. Massaging your walls, as his tip rubs along a sensitive spot a small feeling of pleasure comes — lackluster compared to the girth of his cock. It was much bigger than most you've seen or encountered in your life; you haven't seen it, but you're sure it's one of the few things he's inherited from his father.
As you wince in pain, he says, "i'll try and go easy..." It's clear and audible but spoken behind gritted teeth and nearly slurred like he's holding his composure. You needed to be molded perfectly, fitting in his arms like a lost piece of a jigsaw puzzle. Just for him. Just for the first night, at least.
He starts at a gentle, slow pace. Each thrust brings a gradual and deeper feeling of bliss that diminishes your initial discomfort. The grunts and low moans he makes directly in your ear coaxes you into enjoying. For a moment, you forget about your lack of consent to this. You envelop him so perfectly that it's hard for Shoto to hold back as he begins to hasten and deepen his sloppy thrusts inside your pussy. His arms wrap around your body, bringing you closer to him until your chests are pressing directly on each other.
"Squeezin' me so fuckin' tight, princess..." A tone that sounds nothing like the Shoto you know. But then again, he seems so pussy-drunk, you aren't sure anymore.
As his pace becomes more frantic and desperate to release his own essence, you feel a familiar coil in your heart threaten to loosen. Your nails dig and claw at Shoto's back; you miss seeing his elated expression just out of the corner of your eye. You've finally marked him too and claimed him as yours, he thinks. His hips roll against your spot once more, making you moan and utter, "oh- fuck, sho- m' gonna..!"
"Let it out for me, don't hold back" His eyes never leave your face, waiting and watching patiently. "you wanna cum on my cock, don't you?" "jus' mine, only for me..." "you love my cock, you do...'
Nodding and responding with a muffled and pitched hum, "mm..!" You've succumbed to his wishes tonight.
"Say it, you love me..."
"I... I love you, Shoto." Staring up at you with full expectation, there wasn't any possible way for you to avoid him.
Pleased with your response, he returns with newfound vigor. Hungry lust for more is evident with his energetic thrusts; rutting deep and knocking the steel bedframe into the wall. Trailing his hand down to your clit, he massages the swollen bud until your walls flutter around and a warm gush of clear liquid covers his shaft. Panting into his skin, you suck him deeper into your entrance as Shoto savors the feeling and hopes for more.
He doesn't slow down, not even after you've calmed down from your high. Instead gripping your chin and forcing you to stare at him again. His eyes are now glowing differently than before as an eerie smile creeps across his lips. He's so happy to hear you say the words he's been waiting for since the start of the night. You were right before, this isn't the Shoto you know. The one you trained with, the one you spent your entire childhood with. The glimmer in his eyes soon turns dark and lovestruck as if you're the only being of importance.
"You... love me? You do... You do..." He chants more nonsensical words again but you're unable to pay attention with the overstimulation giving you too much pleasure after your high. "You do... Mine. My other half..." His speech nearly matches the rhythm of his thrusts, frantic and needy. Trying to speak does you no good; he can't hear you over his own voice, anyways.
Repeating his words in a sinister fashion as if he's doing some sort of ritual. His giddy voice sounds as if he's excited that you've reciprocated his love, finally. Shoto bites down on your neck until a metallic taste coats his tongue. Grunting loudly before his muscles seize up and his hot breath tickles your neck with his heavy panting. His chest rises and falls rapidly as he paints your walls white and spills his seed deep inside. He stays resting on top of your chest for a couple minutes to make sure nothing leaks out.
"You're always so good to me, (Y/N)... You've always loved me when no one else has." He says through his exhales. "I was a little rough," Finally, he sees the marks and bites scattered across your skin. "I'm sorry, I got desperate but I'm happy you can listen to me now."
As he pulls out, some cum leaks between your folds. He collects it with his finger and pushes it deep inside your heat. Shoto tries showing his finger covered in white essence to you, "look, this means we're united forever... no matter what happens, we'll always be together, won't we? you won't leave me... right?"
Your lack of response makes him brim with anxiety but when he looks at you, he sees how exhausted you are. Your head is tilted to the side as your eyes threaten to close. Soon, your breathing becomes steady and your hold on his body weakens. Shoto moves off of you until he lays to your side, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing your neck as you drift off to sleep.
"I guess it's wearing off... you'll be asleep for a while." He whispers while clinging to your body. "I wanted to talk about the future, our future. But I'll have to wait until the morning..." The soft sounds of your snoring soon echo through the walls. "Good night, my love."
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Chirping birds at the crack of dawn. Orange-purple hues paint the sky's blank canvas. Finally, it's morning. You would've seen each of these scenic treasures if you waked up earlier. Instead, as if you didn't have a care in the world, you slept in. Far past the times you usually wake up when dealing with college. Shifting peacefully under the bed's white duvet, your body easily nestled into the soft cushion. You didn't want to wake up, at least not right now. It wasn't until the morning sunshine bled through the curtains and brightened the entire room, you didn't have a choice now.
Your arms felt around the space next to you only to discover that there was nobody there. As you lift your heavy eyelids, you realize that Shoto was missing; only an imprint of his body remained in the sheets. Trying to move only brought severe pains throughout your body: your arms, legs, neck, head, and in between your thighs. You didn't forget the events of the previous night, how could you? Each mark on your body was a reminder of that.
Sitting up in the bed, you tried looking for your phone but it was nowhere to be found. Did you even bring it with you when you stayed in the room with Shoto? You hadn't used it the entire evening. It was left somewhere in your room, but you had not seen it when your mother brought Fuyumi into your room. Perhaps one of them knew its location. You planned on calling Bakugou to ask him about the other 'girls' Shoto said he was messing with but you soon decide to do it later.
A nearby digital clock atop the dresser presents the time; it is nearly eleven in the morning. It was quite unusual for you to sleep so long since you've been waking up early for college. A head-splitting migraine brings you out of your thoughts, compared to last night you finally feel normal again but with pains in your body. Next to the clock is a note and clothing. You walk to the dress and hold the piece of paper to read it closely:
'Please get dressed with these and meet us in the living room.' Written neatly in Shoto's handwriting.
Under the note is a pair of wide-legged pants and a crisply ironed blouse. You get dressed in the clothes provided, not thinking too much about why they are here. You're only grateful that you don't have to wear flimsy lingerie. Before you leave the room, you check yourself in the mirror. You try desperately to cover or conceal any of the bruises left on your body and tidy up your appearance.
When you finally exit, you see Natsuo leaving his room with his belongings, ready to depart. He looks up and sees you, smiling widely before approaching you in a friendly demeanor.
"Good morning, Natsuo." You say, finally acknowledging him. He responds with the same greeting before continuing.
"We missed you during breakfast." Ah, you were sleeping for that long. "Shoto said you were really tired last night when I asked him."
"Yeah... I guess." You try not to do anything awkward but soon your face heats up as your face makes a guilty expression. "So... How did you sleep last night?" He chuckles to himself and seems to turn red.
"I slept fine, but... You and Shoto... Made a little too much noise." As if your morning couldn't get any more embarrassing. Natsuo's eyes shift to exposed marks on your skin.
"I'm so, so sorry..! I didn't mean- We didn't mean to disturb you..!"
"It's fine, really. You two are newlyweds now and it was your first night together, right? You guys really couldn't wait, huh?" Wait... newlyweds? Maybe you misheard, or it was some old-fashioned way of saying you were dating Shoto. You didn't want to think that, but then again, friends don't do things like that and keep the same platonic feels. "It's getting late, everyone is leaving soon." He checks the time on his phone before lifting his things. "The family is waiting for you downstairs. I can walk you to them if you'd like."
You shyly nod, not wanting to seem rude. As you and Natsuo walk down the staircase, you can hear the chatter of people in the living room. You can recognize your mother's voice amongst the sound. Natsuo reveals that Fuyumi is waiting outside, but he thinks it's best if you meet Shoto first. When you reach the end of the stairs, you see your mother, Enji, and Shoto nearby in the living room.
"I have to get going, but I'll see you soon." He smiles brightly at you and waves before heading for the front door.
Turning your head, you see the three of them sitting on the couch. Various papers cover the large coffee table and Enji writes his signature on one of the papers. Shoto is given the pen from him and begins to sign on another free space, just under his father. Other signatures are written on the page. As you approach, your mother notices you and quickly stands. The two men seem alerted by her sudden movements and halt.
Shoto and his father watch as she pulls you out of the room and down the hall, away from everyone.
"Why is Enji here?" You ask your mother, hoping that she doesn't ignore your questions for once. Of course, you're wrong. But this time she reaches out to clasp your hands tightly. You try to move past her and walk back into the living room; something isn't right. She blocks your view.
"Look at me." When you do, you notice her glossy eyes and trembling hands. Her grip is tight but every few seconds it seems to loosen as her lips quiver in a frown. "I'm sorry, I wish I could've told you sooner... I wanted to but your father didn't think it would be a good idea."
"You... You spoke to him? When?" Your father always hated letting you see him in his ill state. He always avoided you, limiting himself to their bedroom and only leaving when you were away. Your mother takes a deep breath and continues.
"That's not important. From now on, you will be living with Shoto and his family..."
"I- I don't understand. Why am I staying with them? I can't... I want to stay with you and Dad." Then, as if the gears in your mind finally start working, you realize. "Is that the reason why you brought them over? You did all this work to the house just to impress them? And then make me live with them?"
You were partially correct. This wasn't to impress the patriarch or any of his older children. This was for the youngest, who demanded everything to be perfect for this day. He chose this design, it was based on the home he prepared for you two to live in. Perhaps Shoto thought it was kind to let you experience your new life for one night rather than to throw you in blind. Remove all of your sentimental value from this measly home until it was unrecognizable, the only thing to conquer next was your parents. The torture from knowing your home was now a reminder of your absence seemed painful enough.
"Yes, it is. Recently, it's been hard for us to manage his medical bills. Nobody here is working, it was getting harder each day and his condition has been worsening for the past few months." If it was money, you could've found a job somewhere. It wouldn't be much but it would have helped.
"But... What does that have to do with me moving?"
"Please, forgive me. Don't be angry, okay? This isn't punishment." She waits for your hesitant nod and speaks again. "Shoto must've heard about your father's illness from someone close. I'm not sure, I've never told anyone. He offered to convince Enji to help financially. They'll cover the hospital bills and transfer your father to a better doctor. Except, for an exchange, your hand in marriage."
The rest of your mother's words seem to fade out of your ears. No, you didn't want to believe it but it all seemed to make sense. She knew, every passing day you spent in this house. She knew, but she never said anything. Instead choosing to ignore you out of fear you would run. She knew last night and chose to keep her mouth shut. That was why she was a hollow shell during dinner last night and her face contorted in disgust and guilt whenever you were alone. You couldn't find any sympathy for her left; at the end of the day, she probably only saw a price tag attached to you.
"You feel betrayed, I know..." She could sense rage emitting off of your body with your silence. Of course, there was no need for this situation to happen. "But I didn't know what to do. I was lost and confused, I only agreed because I thought it was the best thing for our family. You can understand that, right? They aren't bad people, you get along with them well. It's for the best."
"No, I don't understand." You swiftly pull your hands out of your mother's grasp and take a few steps back from the woman. "You could've spoken to me before deciding, but you chose not to. You've already decided that I'm not a member of this family anymore."
You turn your back towards your mother and begin to walk towards the exit. She tries to frantically call your name but you continue.
"I can find the money and I know Dad still has more left from all of his hero work." Your chest tightens before erupting in severe pain, but you decide to ignore it. "I'm not leaving. I'm not signing any papers. I'm not marrying anyone. I'm going outside for some fresh air. When I get back, I need all of them out of our house."
A freezing, numb sensation travels from your feet up to your calves. Your movements are slow before stopping completely, frozen in place. When you look up, you see him. Speaking of the devil. Coming towards you with an agitated expression, nearly freezing your mother who tries to intervene. You try to melt through the ice using your fire but burn part of your clothes. It's too late, anyways.
When you finally free your legs, he stands right in front of you. Your mother flees to a space nearby, too intimidated to confront him.
"Whether you want to come is not up for debate. Your mother has signed on your behalf." He says harshly, an undeniable chill runs up your spine from his presence. "Our family has connections, you do know that. No one will question the validity of your signature. Don't be difficult."
"How do you expect me not to be when you've paid off my own mother?" You say before trying to leave again, nearly slipping on his ice. His hand wraps around your forearm, he uses all of his strength and almost breaks your bone.
"You said it yourself, this isn't your family anymore." Shoto has waited far too long, he won't give up now. "You still love your father, don't you? Of course, you do. Should your dying father suffer because of your selfishness? Or be saved? It's your decision, but this isn't about you."
You look at your mother who silently pleads for you to follow Shoto. Then your mind trails to Enji who is listening to the whole conversation with his eyes shut tight as he wonders how he raised such a brute of a son. His hold softens, allowing you some freedom but you don't move.
"Shoto, you can't force me..." You want to sound firm in your words but they are uttered weakly. "We can find another way, but not like this..."
"I'm not forcing you. As I said this is your decision but if you know what's best, you'll come with me." Shoto's hand is completely removed from your forearm and extends out in a welcoming manner.
You glance around your childhood home that has been uprooted and transformed from top to bottom. You can't recognize it anymore, but there's no need to. This will be the last day you step foot into this house.
Cautiously, your fingers intertwine with Shoto's hand. His lips slyly curl upwards at your foolish decision. In the distance, you hear your mother breathe a sigh of relief.
"That's it, like an obedient daughter..." He turns around and begins instructing your mother about organizing a ceremony in the upcoming weeks. She eagerly runs off to celebrate the news with your father and other family members.
It was sickening to watch her demeanor switch in the span of a few seconds.
"You know," Shoto speaks again, returning his full attention to you. "I was beginning to think you forgot about what you said to me last night." His thumb massages gently into the back of your hand. "About how you loved me... That wasn't a lie, or was it?"
Not knowing how to respond verbally, you shake your head. Shoto softly whispers, "good, good" and kisses your hand. Truthfully, you weren't being dishonest. It was in the heat of the moment and if you were asked now, you wouldn't know what to say.
"You did make a promise to me, to spend more time together. In the end, it worked out perfectly for us." Another tightening hold on your hand sends a shock of pain through your arm. Briefly looking into his eyes and seeing him spiral, it's not Shoto anymore. "Now, we'll spend an eternity together. Til' death do us part..."
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atomic-taco-muffin · 1 year
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Could I have headcanons for hawks izuku dabi bakugo and shoto with an S/O who has a fire like quirk but when used too much it has a drawback of either burns on their arms/legs or temporarily makes the s/o have light sensitivity? please and thank you
I gotchu!!!!
Izuku, Bakugou, Shoto, Dabi, and Keigo helping you calm down from quirk overuse
Warnings: Mentions of burning, accidental self harm (is that a thing?), comfort, GN!Reader
Rating: SFW
Izuku:
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Sweet baby boi Izuku is IMMEDIATELY worried
He's asking if you're okay over and over again while making sure your injuries are disinfected and wrapped up.
Please help reassure him that you're fine and that it happens with your quirk.
It'll take him a while to calm down, but he understands and will try and be more careful.
Bakugou:
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Now, we all know that Bakugou probably isn't the best comforting person.
But when he sees his baby hurt, it is full investigation mode.
Which extra hurt you? Was it a villain? Or another student?
When you tell him that you did it, he's shocked (like in the gif)
You'll have to explain to him how your quirk works but just be prepared for him to call you a dumbass like he usually does
Shoto
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Sweet boi is worried. Not worried like Izuku but worried nonetheless
He immediately goes to help take care of the burn and make sure it's wrapped up properly before asking what happened
When you tell him, he get's flashbacks of his childhood and of Touya.
But please don't joke about the two of you being scar buddies. Just don't
Dabi:
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Dabi would be a mix of emotions
But if one thing's for certain, he is NOT letting someone as good looking as you turn out as someone as ugly as him.
Both of you are gonna have to comfort each other.
And like Shoto, don't joke about being scar buddies. He will get pissed off
Hawks:
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Sweet man Keigo will send his feathers to get all the materials he needs to clean up and and wrap your wound while he stays with you and comforts you
He won't pressure you but when you're ready, you tell him
And he won't touch you till your quirk has calmed down so that he doesn't accidentally hurt himself
Once you're taken care of, he'll give you a comforting hug, making sure that his wings wrap around you like a burrito
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amaya-writes · 1 year
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Could you do the “getting a tattoo of them/something that represents them” with some of the mha boys please?
Notes: why does this sound like such a cute idea-
Warnings: n/a, just kisses and fluff
Characters involved: Izuku Midoriya, Shoto Todoroki, Denki Kaminari, Bakugo Katsuki
Gender-neutral reader, you/yours
Izuku Midoriya
Izuku is shocked, to say the least.
He's never thought someone would want to brand themselves with something related to him even for a second, much less permanently.
It's why he can't believe his eyes when he sees the numbers of his birthday on the inside of your wrist.
He doesn't even say anything for the first few seconds because he's just too busy running his fingers over every small detail of your tattoo.
When Izuku finally finds it in himself to speak, the only words he can form are questions about why, how and when you had gotten the tattoo.
He thinks its surreal that someone like you, someone he perceives as the height of perfection, would want to be branded with something related to him.
You should get used to him staring at your tattoo because he does it A LOT.
When you're cuddling, when you're holding hands, when he's trailing kisses all over you and simultaneously rambling about the new villain he fought.
After a month or so Izuku chooses to get a tattoo of you too, branding the inside of his right wrist with your birthday.
All of your friends think the matching tattoos are adorable and his fans have entire forums dedicated to aesthetic pictures of you holding hands with your tattoos against each other's.
Shoto Todoroki
Shoto actually breaks down the first time he sees your tattoo.
It's a simple and elegant scrawl of his name in your handwriting sitting under your collarbone.
You had considered getting something more subtle but you didn't want him to think of sour past with his quirk every time he saw the tattoo.
You wanted Shoto to feel loved. To know exactly how much you cherished him. And the only way to do that was with the simple yet meaningful name you had come to love.
When you first unveiled the tattoo to him Shoto couldn't help but pull you onto his lap to get a closer look at the ink.
You didn't realize when the soft touch of his fingertips ghosting over your tattoo was replaced with salty tears, but before you knew you found yourself carefully cradling him in your arms as you silently waited for him to process his emotions.
Unlike the others, Shoto's never felt love like this before. He's never had a parent or guardian who loved him (outside of Fuyumi but that's too complicated). Every child has that one person who they know will always love them, that person who has always cared for them throughout their life.
But Shoto never had that. Not until he had you.
It's why he feels so overwhelmed by your love, because even after years of being together he still can't comprehend how you could love someone like him so awfully much.
Just like Izuku, Shoto is always kissing your tattoo whenever you cuddle. He also gets a matching tattoo of your name, but Shoto goes one step further and tattoos your first name's initial with his last name (so your letter then T) on the side of his ring finger.
You never really notice the second tattoo until the day he proposes and you slide his ring onto his finger.
Denki Kaminari
Unlike the others Denki actually gets a matching tattoo with you.
You brought up couple tattoos once and he was just so excited at the idea of getting matching tattoos behind your ears that you couldn't help but agree to get yours with him rather than surprising him.
To make things more special Denki decides to get the tattoos done on the anniversary of the day the two of you met (which was the first day of school but he chooses to ignore that).
You got a simple lightning bolt done behind your earlobe and Denki got a matching symbol of your quirk. The tattoos weren't loud and bold like everything else the two of you did, but they didn't have to be.
They were a symbol of your love for each other, not a flashy excuse to show off your relationship.
Bakugo Katsuki
Finger tattoos.
Bakugo always loved playing with your hands. Kissing them, holding them, softly caressing them under the table when you were in public.
He's never been one for PDA and didn't grow up in the most affectionate household either, which is why Katsuki relishes in how easy it is to express his affection with his hands.
One small touch, an interlocking of fingers or quick peck on the back of your hand, is enough to communicate his affection for you.
Others wouldn't understand how much that means to the two of you. To them a finger tattoo is probably a cute little gesture, but to Katsuki it's so much more than that.
He almost immediately notices your tattoo when you come home because Katsuki's used to holding and playing with your hand.
The small black imprint of his initials makes his ears turn red and his heart swell, even if he won't admit it.
Katsuki doesn't have to ask if it's permanent or not because your red skin is enough of an answer.
He just stays staring at the tattoo with his thumb delicately trailing over it and doesn't even say a word.
Katsuki will call you a dumbass later and say you didn't have to do something as 'stupid' as that but you both know he's beyond flattered by the gesture.
He also finds it funny that you got it on the side of your middle finger because 'whenever you flip someone off they'll know who taught you that'.
Literally gets a matching tattoo the next day, maybe even the same day depending on when he sees it.
Katsuki doesn't bother showing you the tattoo because just like him you almost immediately notice the black ink of your initials on the side of his middle finger.
Your tattoos are pretty subtle and the only time people actually notice them is when Bakugo flips someone off (or does a finger heart with a fan, etc.)
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thelittlewriter · 2 years
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Nightmares
Pairing : Shoto x Reader
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Shoto wasn't the type to show affection. He was the "silent type", as you liked to call him. He wondered what it meant. He was rather talkative to you, at least more than with anybody else. He shared his story with you, his goals and some of his fears. Most of those he had hidden from you were about you. His job as a hero made him a little bit paranoid. You called that "protective", but he knew what it was. Seeing so many people hurt, in danger, or even dead, he couldn't help but to fear it might happen to you too. He wanted to think that he was strong enough to protect you, that you were never in danger to begin with, but he couldn't stop these thoughts when he was asleep. It was the exact same nightmare everytime.
You were in danger and he couldn't protect you.
He started to fear leaving for work, leaving you alone. Then, he had started to fear going home, and find you hurt. Now, he was afraid of going to sleep. He couldn't protect you when he was asleep. And he had been dreaming of your death more and more often.
He didn't want to bother you with those fears. He couldn't tell you about them because they were about you.
But you still felt something was wrong. His breath was short when he was coming back home, as if he had run home. His dark circles were getting bigger and bigger, but he laid down in bed next to you every night. You wondered if he was overworking. You couldn't really stop him from going and saving people, but you made everything so he could be comfortable when he was with you.
That night, you fell asleep early and you didn't get to greet Shoto when he came home. You woke up in the middle of the night. He was asleep next to you, holding you tight. You weren't sleepy anymore, but you liked being in his arms.
After a few minutes, you decided to get up and drink water. You couldn't just stay still and wait, and you didn't want to wake him up either. You decided you would go there once you were a little more sleepy.
You didn't want to turn the light of the kitchen on, fearing it might wake your boyfriend up. You poured yourself a glass of water in the dark, only light up by the outzide lights.
- Y/N ?
You heard a loud scream. You recognized your boyfriend's voice.
- Shoto ? I'm here !
You heard a loud banging. He had knocked the door open.
- Y/N ? you heard him scream again.
Didn't he hear you the first time ? Or was he still asleep ?
You heard him run to the kitchen. He turned on the light. His eyes met yours and all you saw was fear. Intense fear.
- I'm here, you said slowly.
You could hear him breathe loudly, like it was hard to do so.
- I'm here, you repeated.
You walked to him. When you were right in front of him, you heard him say with difficulty :
- I thought you were gone.
And then, he fell right into your arms. You both fell on the ground. He wasn't moving, his eyes were closed and he looked so peaceful that you it looked like he wasn't panicked a minute ago. You realized it had been a while since you had seen him like this, and you wondered how long it has been since the last time he really slept. You didn't dare to move. You thought about his words.
Gone ? Did he think that you had left the house or that you were...
You shook your head. You had to talk about it with him in the morning. You could still remember the panic in his eyes, so different to how he usually looked. You had notice he had been more on edge lately, but you didn't know it was eating his soul that much.
His eyes suddenly flashed open.
- Y/N, he said with a much more relaxed voice.
You smiled at his tired face.
- You're OK, he only said.
You nodded.
- Of course, I am.
He got up, holding your hand.
- Let's go back to bed, he simply said.
You didn't object as he dragged you to your bedroom. When you were both in bed, you decided to ask :
- Do you wanna talk about it ?
He was still holding your hand. Like he couldn't let go.
- It's nothing, I just... have nightmares.
- Do you wanna talk about it ? you repeated.
- No, he quickly said.
There was a silence. You moved closer to him, to get in his arms. It was fine even if he didn't want to talk about it. You would still be there for him. He knew that, but maybe he forgot for a little moment.
- You die. Every single time.
You didn't say anything.
- Sometimes I wake up right away, and you're in my arms. When I don't, I'm forced to leave in a world where you're not with me anymore.
You heard him sniff.
- It's always my fault. I can't protect you.
Finally, you said :
- It's not real. You don't need to protect me.
- But what if I have to and I don't make it ?
- I don't know what you've seen but I know the world is scary and dangerous. It has always been and it probably always will be but no matter what, we'll face it together. I will always be by your side.
He nodded, even though you probably couldn't see it. He wished he had told you about his worries sooner, he wished he went to your warm and reassuring arms sooner.
He remembered all those night, when he woke up and waited to hear your soft breath. He would hear it every single day. He would see your sweet sleeping face every single morning, he would feel you when you hugged him when he got back from work.
He hugged you tighter. Tighter and tighter.
- Is everything ok ? you asked.
You sounded like you were suffocating, but still didn't want to let you go. He was still shaking from the shock of his nightmare.
- I... I just...
He couldn't even speak anymore. He had a big lump in his throat that stopped it from doing it.
- It's fine, I'm here.
The lump disappeared when he finally let out a sob. You caressed his cheek.
- I'll always be there.
You didn't stop comforting him until he fell asleep. You stayed awake all night, making sure he got a good night sleep.
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Hello ! I got very busy but I'm writing again ! I actually wrote that about a month ago and I don't know why I didn't post it but I hope you liked it ! Have a great day !
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afairywithacrown · 2 years
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Feeling like a ghost
Summary: It was hard to be marry to someone who acts like you aren’t there.
Word count: 1.1 k
Warnings: Angst, mentions of pregnancy
Paring: Shoto x Fem! reader
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This marriage was nothing like you planned. When you talked he would leave the room or when you craved a date or a little attention he wasn’t there. Part of you knew his reasons, this wasn’t the ideal life you wanted at first either but with time you learn to accept there wasn’t another way to live it now. 
When your parents told you about their plan and either you like it or not, the wedding would be done. They said it was the opportunity of a lifetime. Having such a recognized name as the Todoroki name was a privilege and you should be grateful. That’s what they said. They planned all out. They only wanted you to have the best life you could live. 
You remember your wedding so well. The weather was perfect and you kept on smiling trying to make sure your future husband knew you were happy to be with him. He never looked at you. Not even once in the whole day and he hasn’t done it since. Everyone said your dress was stunning and your make up on point. The comments you hear about how pretty you would look pregnant were everywhere. That made Eiji talk to you for the first time and pull you aside from the party. 
“You understand why I chose you to be my son’s wife, right? Your quirk is amazing and I am convinced that with my son’s you could make really powerful children. I'm expecting a grandson or two soon” That was almost two years ago and you couldn’t even make Shoto sleep in the same bed as you. He was always upset or distant, you have never seen him smile one or try to keep a conversation with you. 
Once you sat in the living room for 4 hours convinced that if you didn’t move or talk it would be like if you weren’t even there. You looked at him for a while but he… he just ignored you. You knew he noticed your presence but he was acting like you didn’t exist. 
There were too many tears around the house and you felt like drowning. 
Always trying to be the perfect wife to the perfect hero, to the perfect man, to the perfect husband. It was so tiring to only pretend to be when the cameras and people were looking at you. 
Pressure and expectations. Gossip, rumors and hate everywhere. You had to deal with all that by yourself because at the end of the day, you were completely alone. 
No real friends, your family only close to ask you why you weren’t pregnant yet. Why wasn't your husband around? What is wrong with your marriage? 
Let’s not talk about Endeavor because even if you didn’t see him all the time, when you did you could notice how disappointed he was. You promised to give him grandchilds and now it was like you weren’t even trying. Sometimes you would walk around this big cold house feeling like a ghost. The ghost of a woman who died waiting for her husband to love her. 
He was sitting on one of the sofas with his computer on and a bunch of papers spread all over the coffee table. 
“Why aren’t you in your office?” You asked. 
“It’s being redecorated. We have a lot of people on my floor at the moment and I can’t concentrate.” 
It was the first time he answered without sounding like he wanted to finish the conversation. Honestly it lightened up your whole mood 'cause then you found yourself sitting beside him with a hot cup of coffee and smiling slightly at him.  It was the first time you were by his side and you didn’t feel like bursting into tears.
He noticed you staring and the you quickly turned your head like a silly school girl who got caught looking at the boy she had a crush on. That amused him. The smile he had on his face was the first one you have seen all these years being his wife. It was genuine too.
This was strange. Everything seemed different, everything was different but you couldn’t catch on why. 
Your eyes fixed on his hands typing on his computer while you laid down on the couch. You swear this is how real couples act. This is how it should have gone when you first got married. 
“Shoto?” 
“Mhm?” He said mindlessly typing. 
“Why are you never home?” Shoto stopped and for a moment you regret even opening your mouth. When you were about to tell him to forget about it. 
“I don’t like looking at you. Because everytime I do, I only remember how miserable I am and how miserable you must be.” Your heart skipped a beat. He didn’t seem to doubt his answer. That’s what it hurted you the most. 
“But… maybe if we spend more time together. Maybe if you took the time to be here we could make this less hurtful. Maybe you could even lo-” 
“Please don’t say it.” He was starting to put away his things when you got up to stop him
“I’m sorry. But you cannot expect me to stay here and keep quiet. Everyone is expecting to see me with a baby some time soon. And I hate feeling alone.” He refused to even face you. It hit you ego because even though you were used to his indifference you were trying to get him to talk but he seemed like he wanted to disappear. 
“I’m never going to love you y/n. That’s the way it is. Maybe I loved you in another life, but not in this one. God, I’m sorry. Midoriya told me to be nicer with you but I get it was a mistake. This isn’t going to change my feelings about you.”
You kept quiet fighting the tears trying to escape from your eyes. It hurts. It hurted when he walked out of the room leaving you alone once more with your heart shattered. There wasn’t enough air for you to breathe. 
Later you found yourself signing divorce papers and running away. Everyone was disappointed and you too for not making Shoto Todoroki to love you.
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sweetnsour1 · 1 year
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9:16
Fluff, Shoto Todoroki x g/n reader
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There was a dull throb across your forehead, but a sharper ache marked your temples. You shut your eyes for a moment too long, triggering a wave of nausea. Okay then, eyes open.
You blinked at the fluorescent lights, wondering if your teacher had anything other than eye drops in that sleeping bag he was nestled into. How could he even be sleeping through this? Did he have plugs in his ears or was he really just that fucking good at ignoring your class?
You shut your eyes again as their debate reached a new volume. Your stomach lurched. Fuck, you forgot…eyes open. You focused on a spot on the board, willing the group assignments to be decided. This had been going on all period and the tide of voices rocked you and what little patience you had left after the migraine absorbed the majority of it.
You set your elbows on your desk, intending to burrow into your arms, but paused when you bumped something near the edge. You frowned at the water bottle you didn’t recognize until you saw the small bottle of pills next to it.
“I apologize for assuming-“ You grabbed for the bottle before the gentle voice could finish.
“It’s fine. You’re totally right.” You eagerly popped the lid of the pills, dropped two into your mouth, and swallowed without bothering with the water. “Sorry, I must’ve looked pissed for you to notice. Huh?”
You winced as Iida layered shouts over whatever Bakugou and Midoriya were going on about.
“Sorry I don’t have anything stronger.” There was a small lift to his lips.
“Was that a joke from the ice queen?” His cute little smirk shifted into a pout instantly as he rolled those pretty eyes at you.
“You should drink the water. You didn’t have enough today.”
You hummed as you humored him, noticing the frost coating parts of the bottle. You meant to take only a small obligatory sip, but shifted to gulping half of it down. Fuck, he was right.
“So you’ve been keeping an eye on me?” You made sure to go heavy on the tease in your voice. Always eager to get Shoto’s reactions to bubble to the surface before he could soften them…or overthink them into a hum. You smiled at the slight lifting of his brows and the soft blush spreading across his handsome face.
“Yes.”
"Oh." You weren’t expecting that. He didn’t say anything else and you couldn’t think of another question. You held the bottle against your head to ease the pain...and battle the warmth inching up your neck and face.
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might make this longer later. I literally have a migraine right now, so no more screentime for me today.
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breezybubbles · 2 years
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Hi breezy! Could may order an an tea with cinnamon, Cappuccino? Mabye a little fanfics or Headcanons with Eijirou, shinsou, shoto and mabye aizawa with an reader (fem) who is insecure about their chubby thighs.
Take your time and have a lovely day/night!
Stay healthy!
-Tiniwini
Hi my love, this was such a cute request, and I had fun writing it! I'm such a simp for these boys
cw: body insecurity, fem reader, a tinge of angst, really just pure fluff, some suggestiveness
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Eijirou Kirishima
Kiri is the sweetest boy, and his love language is definitely words of affirmation.
Not to mention that he most definitely praises the ground you walk on
You could just breathe, and this man would fawn over your being, spewing on and on about how perfect you are and how lucky he is to have you
So, of course, he is utterly shocked when you mention that you’ve been feeling insecure regarding your plushy thighs
You express to him that it is hard to feel confident about your body when all of the models that you see on instagram have a thigh gap and no stretch marks to be seen
This man just stares at you blankly before melting into a puddle and instantly comes to comfort you
At first, he’s like, “how dare you call my baby anything other than the magnificent goddess she is?” but he moves on to the actual comforting part
He is just so shocked and confused as to how you could see your thighs or anything about yourself as not perfect, and god-forbid unattractive 
He’s definitely the type to lay you down and massage your thighs, whispering soft praises and reveling in how squishy they are
He explains that the models you see are specifically picked to be the extreme of what society considered beauty, and they in no way represent what he sees as beauty and the general public’s appearance.
He encourages you to unfollow the people on instagram who make you feel self-conscious as you don’t need that on your feed.
If he hears you start to talk shit about yourself again, he will one hundred percent bend you over his knee and give you another thing to complain about (in a soft way ofc)
Shoto Todoroki
Okay lets be honest, this man can be an airhead sometimes (a himbo indeed)
So, he probably isn’t going to be the one to notice when you are feeling self conscious or unhappy with your appearance
In his mind, you are the most beautiful and radiant girl on Earth, so why would she feel any different than what she is
However, if you ever let him know how you are feeling, he will 100% give you an honest answer
When you explain that the way your jeans never fit you the way you want them to because of how thick your thighs are, he will simply shoot back by saying that your thighs make the jeans fit you better
I also see him as the kind of person to remind you that you shouldn’t be fitting the clothes, the clothes should be fitting you and that if you are not happy in your clothes, then don’t wear them
He will look you dead in the eye with a serious, set-in-stone face, and tell you all the things he loves about you, and if you try to counter those with your insecurities, he will come back just as hard and begin to list at least 10 ways each of them make him love you more
You guys also bond over each other insecurities, confiding in one another and comforting on another, with no judgment only love.
Shoto is the kind of guy to have his head between your thighs, kissing every inch of skin he can reach and leaving little love bites every once in a while.
Hitoshi Shinsou
Unlike Shoto, Hitoshi is very intuitive and he’s an observer.
He listens to you, he watches you, and he knows you. He notices when you mention a negative thing about your body in a passing conversation, he if you are merely saying it to yourself, and he sees if you stay in front of the mirror clawing at your body like you are a piece of clay you can mold.
So he will definitely confront you on it if he can tell that is hurting you overall
Don’t get me wrong, he respects your boundaries, but it upsets him to see his Kitten so upset over something so stupid and superficial, so if he needs to set some things straight, he will.
He definitely doesn’t want to just spring his questions on your like he is some kind of interrogator, so he will just try and find when you are in your head about your appearance and ask you what's on your mind.
When you confide in him, he’ll try to act surprised, but he saw this coming a mile away.
He will talk you through your insecurities over a cup of coffee, rubbing your thighs firmly while you two sit on the couch.
I totally see him having you strip down to your underwear (or nothing at all ;)), and making you stand in front of the mirror, admiring yourself and pointing out three things that you find attractive.
Like maybe he does that every night, and you are not allowed to repeat a feature from the night before, and if you don’t say it with your chest, then you have to try again
After that, he will do the same thing, pointing out everything (literally everything on your body) that he finds attractive, smothering you with praise, and kissing you wherever he can reach
Shouta Aizawa
Okay, once again, we have another observer on our hands
He knows every inch of your body. Every. Fucking. Inch. So when he observes that you are clearly self-conscious, he is genuinely stumped
He has no idea what it could be
I feel like he is a lot more blunt than Shinsou, needing to confront you on it as soon as possible so he can eradicate whatever insecurity that has you so distraught
When he finds out that it’s your thighs that make you so upset with your body, he is honestly a little sad
He loves your thighs; they’re plush, warm, and make the perfect cushion to nap on
So he makes it his life's goal to make you love your thighs again
He’ll praise them, give massages and kisses, always have at least on hand on them, even while driving, and will always whistle when you wear anything that is close to tight clothing 
He’ll also talk you through your self-doubts, reminding you that its okay to not look like all the K-pop stars, and that all that matters is that your healthy
If you need a little more convincing he will be more than happy to oblige.
Will always be down to leave bruises on your thighs while doing certain, ehm, activities, so that when you look in the mirror you remember that the most important person in your life loves your thighs
a/n: this was super cute, and I'll probably do more characters for this headcanon if it gets popular enough!
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psychostxr · 2 years
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𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢 | favourite colour
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PAIRING. shoto todorokix gn! reader
WORD COUNT. 0.2k
WARNINGS. none
NOTES. thank you all for the one hundred followers! it means so much to me that you guys like my work! here’s my first my hero academia drabble
KEYS. (c/c) - colour of choice e.g. red, green, etc.
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"What's your favourite colour?" you ask the dual-haired boy beside you.
Todoroki tilts his head, thinking for a second. "I don't have one."
You laugh. "Of course you do! Everyone has a favourite colour."
"Not me."
Todoroki turns to watch the sunset, and you follow his gaze. You both sit quietly on the porch, none of you knowing what to say to the other as the sun sinks behind the trees and dormitories. 
Todoroki turns to you, hoping you'll look at him. "What's yours then?"
"(c/c)," you reply, glancing at Todoroki. "So, out of all the colours, you don't have one that stands out from the rest?"
He shakes his head. "No."
Shoto Todoroki is a man of very words and emotions. He's cold and aloof, never interacting with anyone unless he has to. But recently, he's been opening up to you and his classmates, which has proven to be more difficult for Todoroki than he thought.
Pulling your knees to your chest, you hug them tightly before sighing.
I guess I can't get through to him, you think. Everyone was right. He won't open up. Not to me anyway.
Just as you're about leave, Todoroki speaks.
"(c/c)."
You face him, and your eyebrows furrow together.
"But that's my favourite colour," you say, your mouth quirking at the corners. "I just told you."
Todoroki's facial expression mirrors yours. He's smiling.
"Exactly."
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veenxys · 2 years
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Shoto x yn lazy morning kisses????
⋆ ♡̷ .゚lazy morning kisses
⋆ ♡̷ .゚ prompt list <3
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shoto wants to spend every second of his free time with you.
every moment with you is so unique, special and unforgettable for him; moments that make his heart tighten and accelerate with longing and love when he is away from you. he craves you all the time, which is why he grumbles when he feels the slightest movement in the bed; he wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you to him, trapping you against his warm body.
he puts his face in your neck while hoarsely says something like "just five more minutes" but you both know is a lie. he breathes in your scent deeply, settling closer to you as if nothing in the world matters but the two of you. cuddled in bed, sharing a warm and comfortable atmosphere.
you feel his deep breath against your neck, that's when you know he's dozed off again. you stroke his hair gently and you feel him melting even more against you. and, after a few minutes when you least expect it, you feel him leaving lazy, languid kisses on your neck and jaw.
"good morning, sleepyhead" you say, trying to hide how much he made you shiver.
"good morning, my love" his voice is hoarse and guttural.
his kisses start again from your jaw to your cheek and, before you know it, he's all over you. "you slept well?" he asks casually as he continues leaving soft kisses down your face, down your neck again.
"..yes and you?" you sigh, feeling him against you is the best feeling you can ever feel, but feeling his kisses like the first thing in the morning won first place in your heart. he murmurs a 'yes' in response as he continues to leave tender kisses all over your body as if he's adoring you, every part of you.
he smiles when he looks at you and sees how bright and passionate your eyes are when you look at him. he kisses you before lying on top of you, leaning his head on your chest, listening to your heart. he wraps his arms around you and gently caresses your skin under your shirt.
"i could stay here forever…" he says softly, more to himself than to you. and he really might; feeling you, your love, and your warmth against him is heaven for him and he doesn't want that feeling or those butterflies in his stomach to go away. he wants to stay here, with you, where he feels at home.
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nixcwen · 2 years
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➳ silly thoughts | todoroki shoto
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request by anon: Would you write a Shoto Todoroki imagine about when he and the reader get back to the dorms, he asks the reader if they can be like her parents after a weekend spent sleeping over his girlfriend’s home because her parents are very much still in love and pda (despite being together for 20+ years) and she assures him/reminds him how their friends make fun of them?
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You tightly held his warm hand against your own, swinging it at a gentle pace. The heat of the setting sun made your surroundings a shade of orange as you made your way to the dorms. This moment of peace after days of memorable activities is another moment that will be deeply engraved in your mind. The sunset after the sunrise.
His left hand was loosely intertwined with your right. He did not like the power that this side of him has but you loved the warmth it provides, assuring you of his presence. Aside from the setting sun's light, it was his heat that felt nice amidst the temperature, he makes sure to make you feel comfortable each time.
Shoto was not oblivious of his surroundings yet the faraway look he has on his eyes was visible as if he has his guard down. In truth, he was aware but somehow lets himself be vulnerable at the same time. You also took notice of the soft touches he leaves at the tip of your fingers, going to and from, similar to the gentle waves of the sea. He was deep in his thoughts.
"Sho?" You inquired.
His eyes scanned the settings once more, only a light hum escaped his throat to answer your inquiry, his fingers never leaving yours.
"What are you thinking so deeply about?" Standing before him to stop his tracks, you voiced out your question this time around.
Finally, his eyes locked with yours. It was wide, bright, and surprised-- appearing to be woken up from a dream--only to be welcomed by his beautiful reality. They immediately softened, lips turning into a little smile.
"It's nothing, Love. Just some silly thoughts, that's all."
Shoto brushed it off nonchalantly, however, you want to believe you know better. He has something to share.
"Well, then I'd love to hear your silly thoughts." You swept aside his hair, held the side of his face, and traced the outline of his scar using your thumb. A smile with a mix of adoration and happiness blossoming from your lips.
You bit the bottom of your lip just to prevent the ear-splitting smile that you conclude to erupt due to Shoto. I think not everyone would be able to resist his cherry cheeks, innocent heterochromatic wide eyes, and the delicate touch of his fingers against yours.
"If-“ a hesitant pause shortly interrupted what he was about to say- “if you say so then..."
"Then?" You encouraged him to continue.
"Your parents--they were wonderful-- an admirable figure. After spending this weekend with them, they made me realize what love is. Loving that person every day despite their flaws and mistakes is a choice you have to decide," he took a step closer, leaning on your shoulder afterward, lips lightly pressing on your neck, "and they chose each other, even after decades of being together, it seems nothing has changed between them, I wonder- would it be the same with us? Can we be like them?"
You let a few seconds pass. Can you still help your smile? You held both his hands, swinging them back and forth. You looked him in the eye, which forced him to stand upright again, waiting for your answer.
"Sho, is this you proposing to me?"
A giggle escaped your lips but was soon turned into a frown the moment he answered.
"Definitely not." It was just a joke but it was enough to send a pout to your face. Although he quickly erased that with a peck. "I still don't have the ring that will suit you."
You shook your head at his comment, giggling. "No need to hurry, Sho. I was just messing with you," when it was his turn to frown, you placed your pointer fingers at the edge of his lips, sliding them upwards as if to cast a spell, "don't you get reminded of Class 1A? They always claim we were similar to old couples. I always thought they were funny and all but now that we talked about it, don't they seem true?"
Shoto prolonged his hum, thinking whether to agree or not. In the end, he slowly nodded.
"Therefore, yes, we can be like them. As long as you always choose me, then there is no need for you to worry. After all, it would always be you to me."
Your spell may have worked on him because that soft smile that he always enchant you with was back. He wrapped your arms around his neck while he squeezed your waist between his arms.
"If you say so, Love."
You reciprocated his hug, thinking about how this was the highlight of your memory this very day, Shoto thinking of his future with you. On the other hand, he was thinking about the plans he was preparing. He was dead serious about proposing with a ring on his hand, now you have a heads up!
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amaya-writes · 2 years
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i really liked the izuku, shoto and tomura taking it too far in a fight drabble, can i ask for a part 2 with what happens after?
Part One
Notes: looking back on it I actually really loved writing that post too so sure! I ran out of time so I couldn't do Shiggy's!
Warnings: comfort fluff, post argument, mentions of a fight (part one has the actual fight)
Characters involved: Shoto Todoroki, Izuku Midoriya, Shigaraki Tomura
Gender-neutral reader, you/yours
Shoto Todoroki
After the traumatic incidents of his childhood, Shoto had always sworn to never cry over someone else again, to never let anyone walk over him as his father did and make him such a mess.
Yet that day, as his blurred gaze shifted to the clock on his bedside table, he found himself crying for someone else.
He didn't know any better.
You knew that, and perhaps, that was why you were so used to treading on eggshells and forgiving him for his actions. You would set your boundaries and tell him not to do such a thing again, but at the end of the day, both of you knew you would always forgive him.
You never blamed Shoto for the impact his childhood had on his behaviour, and in a way, that was what made the matter so much worse.
It was what had him finally doing what he should have done the moment you left and racing out his bedroom to reach the dorm's rooftop.
You were watching the sunset.
The sight was almost ethereal, one that had him wishing he had bothered to get his phone with him so that Shoto could capture the rare moment of having two impossibly beautiful things beside each other.
However, it was the feeling of being able to hold you in his arms again that had Shoto letting out a soft sigh as he all but melted just by giving you a back hug.
"I'm sorry."
"I know."
He was quick to turn you around at the reply, with his hand almost automatically moving to cup your damp cheek.
Shoto might have sworn to never be weak enough to cry because of someone again, but it was the sight of you shedding tears because of something he said that had his heart breaking in regret.
"I swear I won't do anything like that again. I'm sorry."
You smiled at that, reaching forward to finally reciprocate his embrace as you muttered a small apology of your own for engaging in the fight.
However, even if things seemed fine to the outside eye, Shoto couldn't help but feel his hold on you tighten as he made a mental promise to never be the reason for your distress again.
Izuku Midoriya
Izuku couldn't help but watch in horror as he saw you walk towards the door.
Move.
His brain yelled the word at him even as his body seemed glued to the same spot almost as if he was scared to approach you and make matters worse.
Move!
And this time he did, with the sound of the door knob turning making him finally rush forward until his hand was resting on top of yours.
"I didn't mean it! I swear I didn't mean it and I'm so sorry-"
"Izuku."
He shook his head at the call of his name, with his grip on your hand tightening in an attempt to make you hear him out.
"-No! You need to understand that I didn't- I would never want to hurt you like that baby I don't what came over me and I'm so, so sorry I could never-"
This time you cut him off by turning back towards him and softly wrapping an arm around his waist, causing him to trail off and reciprocate the gesture.
"We're okay. I'm hurt, sure, but we're still okay."
A small sigh left his form as Izuku allowed himself to relax in your hold. Things weren't alright, in fact, the two of you were far from being fine, but to Izuku, the fact that you were willing to stay was enough.
Because no matter how long it would take for the two of you to get back to normal again, Izuku would always find solace in the fact that you were willing to be by his side even in a moment of pain.
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meltingpotimagines · 2 years
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Couple Outfits with Shoto
Request: "I've been watching this yt channel called cozyday and I've been binge watching their videos especially the prop shop hopping and matching couple outfits haul which gave me this idea, could i please request matching couple outfits headcannon with shouto?" - anonymous
Warnings: None
A/N: I don't know if this is what you wanted, so if this isn't what you had in mind feel free to tell me 💕
no cause here's the thing right?
shoto wouldn't be the one to bring it up (or even think of it tbh) but he'd definitely be down
he loves close relationships, and anything that not only brings you two closer together but makes you two look like an even better couple is ideal
plus, it makes you happy, and what's better than that?
def couple pjs
both the identical button up sets and t-shirts with matching cozy drawstring pj pants
i definitely see at least one set in like gray and white
partially bc it matches his mom's side and anything that shows he prefers his mom over his father (and ticks him off) is something he wants
streetwear??
like, some dark blue cargo pants paired with a fitted cherry red top
some chunky white combat boots and a matching white jacket
and for you imagine like the same thing but like... cuter
i'm thinking heeled boots
cropped jacket??
mock neck for the shirt fs
or instead of pants maybe a cute skater skirt
a bucket hat and some like heart shaped sunglasses with red glass and thin black rims
he def bought those sunglasses for you btw
saw them trending on social media and thought they'd look good on you
(he was right ;) )
also like... imagine preppy
him in a nice pastel yellow sweater and a white button-up underneath
some gray slacks and black dress shoes
a nice silver watch for him to roll up his sleeve and look at
and for you a cute yellow cardigan
a cute white button-up with a lace collar tucked into a gray plaid pleated skirt
ankle socks with a lettuce trim and a pair of cute white preppy heels
a yellow shoulder bag with a cute charm
maybe a bow or a flower
idk, whatever you like
omg imagine business casual for meetings or interviews
like him in a nice pair of black slacks and a red button-up?
the shirt is probably silk tbh
gotta spend daddy's money somehow
those n o i c e dress shoes, in a dark brown
a pair of boujee shades
denki and momo taught him well
and for you
hear me out
either a red pencil skirt or flowy pants
and a black top
one with billowy sleeves tucked in if the pencil skirt or a form-fitting sleeveless turtleneck with a red blazer to match the pants
and don't forget the heels that scream p o w e r
(he thinks you look hot in those, just fyi)
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sweetnsour1 · 2 years
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4:00:06
Fluff, Todoroki x female reader, part 6/6
Go read part 1
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You rested your arms on the kitchen island and frowned into your coffee. It was too early for anyone to be awake and yet here you were...with your caffeine untouched.
Those three should've been back from their mission last night, but none of them had returned or texted yet. Although, you doubted Shoto would message you anyway. You'd been avoiding him ever since the popsicle incident the other day. You groaned and rested your head on the counter. You closed your eyes and imagined it was his hand on your temple instead of the cold marble.
You jumped up at the sound of the front door. You heard boots head your direction...the kitchen light was the only one on downstairs. He walked in, but didn’t stop moving towards you.
“Hey, Sho-“ he grabbed your face with both of his hands. His movement through the room had been rushed, but his hands were nothing but gentle. He didn’t pull you towards him. He paused for a moment to look at you. You saw a hunger in those eyes you loved so much. If he was looking for hesitation in your gaze, he wouldn't find it.
He moved his face forward to meet yours. His lips were soft and touched yours lightly. You smiled against his mouth before you nipped at his lip. You left your own parted, inviting his tongue forward. He deepened the kiss and groaned when your fingers twisted through his hair. He eventually pulled away, but left his hands on your face. His thumb brushed across your swollen lips.
“-to.” He laughed. He had such a nice laugh. You wanted more.
“I like Sho better.” His eyes crinkled at the corners and damn he looked adorable...and happy. His hands slid away from your face and down to your waist. He pulled you into a hug, but his grip was tight.
“Are you okay?” He hummed into your hair. It tickled your neck.
“Yes. I was just reminded how dangerous our jobs can be.” You pulled your head away from his chest and stared up at him.
“Is everyone okay?”
“Yes, everyone’s fine now. I didn’t mean to worry you.” He kissed the frown lines between your brows. “I came as soon as I could. I needed you to know I care about you.”
“Sho, I knew that already.” You kissed his lips again.
"Um, y/n?"
"Mhmm?" You kissed his neck and smiled when he moaned softly.
"You're not single." You laughed and raised an eyebrow at him.
"I'm not?" He pouted and somehow wrapped his arms around you more tightly.
"No, you're not."
"Mmmm only if you're not single either. That's fair, right?" You kissed his neck again, already addicted to how he melted at your touch. He groaned when you bit him.
"I'm yours, y/n." His words made you feel hotter than his flames ever had.
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He did it! So proud of him. You read it! So proud of you.
Parts 1-5 are here if you cheated and read part 6 first, you hobgoblin.
This also connects to the 7:50:xx mini series of Bakugou fluff, which is not finished yet.
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