#sugar daddy!todoroki shouto

[bkdk-fan4ever]

TdBkDk | Alternative Universe - Sugar Daddies | Sugar Daddy!Todoroki Shouto | Sugar Daddy!Bakugou Katsuki | Sugar Baby!Midoriya Izuku | Incomplete

Someone To Spoil by RedxRobinUMM

“Well even if you don’t go for the money, go just to have a little fun.” she urged on, swiping more pictures of the toned blonde scowling man in front of his eyes. “Some hot blonde sloppy toppy kind of fun~”

Izuku was ashamed to say that he didn't look away from the phone. But only slightly ashamed.

or

Izuku gets a two for one deal on daddies

#my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bakugou katsuki #midoriya izuku #bnha fanfic recs #ao3 bnha #mha #bnha #sugar daddy!bakugou katsuki #sugar baby!midoriya izuku #sugar daddy!todoroki shouto #todobakudeku #tdbkdk

[andypantsx3]

A few months into your relationship, Shouto catches on to your weird behavior around his apartment.

“I don’t want to ruin anything,” you finally admit when he notes his observation—about how you tiptoe around his living room of designer furnishings, how you never seem to settle comfortably into his couch, how you carry his glassware with all the pomp and ceremony of an Olympic torch.

“They are just things. This is a home,” Shouto says, like that at all negates the fact that you could break a single one of his salad bowls and spend the rest of your life repaying the debt.

“Hella expensive things in a very nice home,” you reply. “I am not falling asleep and accidentally drooling onto your ten bajillion dollar couch, Shouto.”

Only the tiniest of creases between his brows tell you he’s displeased. “I would like you to be comfortable here. I do mean that they are just things.”

You shake your head. Shouto can be as unfussed as he wants, on his pro hero salary with his fat inheritance slapped on top like a dollop of cream on life’s richest slice of pie. But you were raised in a hand-me-down home, furniture and housewares either inherited or thrifted from generations past, and you are not about to play any kind of game that would leave his couch as worn down as your family’s ancient, squashy sofa with the tears hidden on the undersides of the cushions.

“I’m good, Sho,” you say reassuringly. “I’m just going to take my best care of your things.” You pat his couch ever so lightly for emphasis, so gently it almost doesn’t make a sound.

Shouto watches you for a long moment. His eyes pick over you carefully, and he says nothing, until finally his expression shifts. 

You watch with suspicion as his face suddenly goes meticulously blank, and you realize you know that look. It’s the perfectly unreadable poker face that almost always precedes peak little shit behavior.

“Whatever thought you are having is a million percent no from me,” you say quickly, but Shouto’s hand is already closing over your thigh, tugging you closer to him across the luxurious fabric of the very couch you have tried never to crease.

“Shouto, do not fuck with this couch,” you tell him as the material of your pants makes a fwip across the sofa fabric. Shouto arches a perfect brow at you.

“If you will not believe me that I do not care about the state of this couch,” he pronounces evenly, “then I will just have to show you.”

Before you can even demand an explanation, he’s rearranging you to his liking, stretching out over you and pressing you down into the sofa with intent. 

Then it dawns on you exactly what he’s about to do.

“Wait, Sho—the bedroom—” you garble out, as your heart rate picks up into double time under his anchoring weight.

Shouto lowers his face to yours, mismatched eyes glittering like gemstones in the low light. “We’ll get there love,” he says, his low, soft tone shivering right up your spine. “But first, we’ll start here.”

His gaze grows heavier with promise, and a long-fingered hand skims up the side of your shirt. Your breathing stills. 

“I’m going to have you over every single surface in this apartment,” he says. “Again and again, love. Until you understand that there is only one thing in this house that I consider priceless.”

His mouth presses to yours, softly, as he shifts into the cradle of your thighs.

“And that,” he says against your mouth, sounding satisfied at the little shivery exhale this draws out of you, “that one, single priceless thing...is you.”

#i have no idea what this is #class differences/sugar daddy sho got ahold of me again idk #im not responsible for the things i write #andie's writing #character: todoroki shouto

[wttcsms]

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

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

He can have anything he wants, you know.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nod meekly, and Shouto sighs. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He perseveres. 

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

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

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

Or, more accurately, never felt fuller. 

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

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

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

“Where do you think you’re going?”

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

“I bought a Tesla for a reason.” 

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

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

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

[kaidabakugou]

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merman bkg snippet | hcs

spooky szn snippets

crime shows & podcasts

angry sex w/ leash n’ collar

calling him after a villain attack

new haircut sex

when you’re getting sick

pinching wars

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first time passion

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winter cuddles

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when he asks to go camping

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working out

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ᴀʟʟ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢ ᴛᴏ ©ᴋᴀɪᴅᴀʙᴀᴋᴜɢᴏᴜ 2022-2024 | ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ꜱᴛᴇᴀʟ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇ ᴏʀ ʟᴀʏᴏᴜᴛꜱ | ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ, ʀᴇᴘᴏꜱᴛ, ᴘʟᴀɢɪᴀʀɪᴢᴇ ᴏʀ ʀᴇᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴅ ᴏɴ ᴀɴʏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴘʟᴀᴛꜰᴏʀᴍ

#bnha masterlist

[weeb-polls-with-pip]

Autistic Anime Boys Round 1 Matchups!

Side A

L Lawliet (Death Note) VS Muichirou Tokito (Demon Slayer)

Gohan (Dragon Ball Z) VS Kiibo/K1-B0 Idabashi (Danganronpa)

Haruka Sakurai (Milgram) VS Seishirou Nagi (Blue Lock)

Satoru Gojou (Jujutsu Kaisen) VS Seto Kaiba (Yu-Gi-Oh!)

Umetarou Nozaki (Monthly Girls’ Nozaki-kun) VS Tamaki Suoh (Ouran High School Host Club)

Gin Gagamaru (Blue Lock) VS Taisei Yoshida (Assassination Classroom)

Itona Horibe (Assassination Classroom) VS Souichi Tanuma (Those Snow White Notes)

Light Yagami (Death Note) VS Tenma Matsukaze (Inazuma Eleven)

Shouto Todoroki (My Hero Academia) VS Sunny (Omori)

Broly (Dragon Ball Super) VS Kaworu Nagisa (Neon Genesis Evangelion)

Yu Narukami/Souji Seta (Persona 4) VS Sechs (XBlaze)

Kiyotaka Ishimaru (Danganronpa) VS Kento Nanami (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Nate River/Near (Death Note) VS Kyouya Ootori (Ouran High School Host Club)

Mash Burnedead (Mashle: Magic and Muscles) VS Noiz (DRAMAtical Murder)

Edward Elric (Fullmetal Alchemist) VS Kabuto Yakushi (Naruto)

Lan Wangji (Mo Dao Zu Shi) VS Rui Kamishiro (Project Sekai)

James (Pokémon) VS Monkey D. Luffy (One Piece)

Yuusuke Kitagawa (Persona 5) VS Tsubasa Yuunagi (Hirogaru Sky! Pretty Cure)

Hitoshi-san (Nyan~ Neko Sugar Girls) VS Illumi Zoldyck (Hunter x Hunter)

Mikazuki Augus (Mobile Suit Gundam: Iron-Blooded Orphans) VS Wakatoshi Ushijima (Haikyuu!!)

Homare Arisugawa (A3!) VS Kamille Bidan (Mobile Suit Zeta Gundam)

Subaru Mikazuki (My Roommate is a Cat) VS Atsushi Murasakibara (Kuroko no Basket)

Tanaka (Tanaka-kun is Always Listless) VS Natural Harmonia Gropius (Pokémon)

Haru (Tsuritama) VS Giorno Giovanna (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure)

Floyd Leech (Twisted Wonderland) VS Laios Touden (Dungeon Meshi)

Touma Akechi (The Disastrous Life of Saiki K.) VS Trafalgar D. Water Law (One Piece)

Lotte “Roy” Carmine (BlazBlue) VS Gon Freecss (Hunter x Hunter)

Nahoya “Smiley” Kawata (Tokyo Revengers) VS Senkuu Ishigami (Dr. Stone)

Ash Ketchum (Pokémon) VS Mafuyu Satou (Given)

Alhaitham (Genshin Impact) VS Shichirou Balam (Welcome to Demon School! Iruma-kun)

Shintarou Kisaragi (Kagerou Project) VS Izuku Midoriya (My Hero Academia)

Toshinari Seki (Tonari no Seki-kun) VS Takashi Natsume (Natsume’s Book of Friends)

Side B

Haruka Nanase (Free!) VS Tsukasa Tenma (Project Sekai)

Takeo Gouda (My Love Story!!) VS Karna (Fate)

Shintarou Midorima (Kuroko no Basket) VS Kim Dokja (Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint)

Roronoa Zoro (One Piece) VS Junpei Tenmyouji (Zero Escape)

Sig (Puyo Puyo) VS Kanata Shinkai (Ensemble Stars)

Kyoujurou Rengoku (Demon Slayer) VS Yugi Mutou (Yu-Gi-Oh!)

Legoshi (Beastars) VS Gaien "Enkidu" Enkidou (Under Night In-birth)

Doppo Kunikida (Bungou Stray Dogs) VS Hiroshi Odokawa (Odd Taxi)

Kusuo Saiki (The Disastrous Life of Saiki K.) VS Katsuya Serizawa (Mob Psycho 100)

Nagito Komaeda (Danganronpa) VS Haruhito Yano (Odd Taxi)

Yotasuke Takahashi (Blue Period) VS Manjirou "Mikey" Sano (Tokyo Revengers)

Kyouya Onodera (Talentless Nana) VS Misumi Ikaruga (A3!)

Miles Edgeworth (Ace Attorney) VS Shu Itsuki (Ensemble Stars)

Meguru Bachira (Blue Lock) VS Ren Mihashi (Big Windup!)

Ranpo Edogawa (Bungou Stray Dogs) VS Kaito (Vocaloid)

Zero (Puyo Puyo) VS Masayoshi Hazama (Samurai Flamenco)

Genos (One Punch Man) VS Jotaro Kujo (Jojo's Bizarre Adventure)

Vivia Twilight (Master Detective Archives: Raincode) VS Sora Harukawa (Ensemble Stars)

Satori Tendou (Haikyuu!!) VS Miles "Tails" Prower (Sonic X)

Houtarou Oreki (Hyouka) VS Kabane Kusaka (Kemono Jihen)

Ghiaccio (Jojo's Bizarre Adventure) VS Tenya Iida (My Hero Academia)

Malleus Draconia (Twisted Wonderland) VS Tetsuya Kuroko (Kuroko no Basket)

Kensuke Aida (Neon Genesis Evangelion) VS Goku (Dragon Ball)

Shinichi Kudou/Conan Edogawa (Detective Conan) VS Toya Aoyagi (Project Sekai)

Rei Suwa (Buddy Daddies) VS Gin Ibushi (Your Turn to Die)

Jade Leech (Twisted Wonderland) VS Akihiko Sanada (Persona 3)

Xiao (Genshin Impact) VS Loid Forger (Spy x Family)

Souya "Angry" Kawata (Tokyo Revengers) VS Sabro Sabnock (Welcome to Demon School! Iruma-kun)

Apollo Justice (Ace Attorney) VS Tobio Kageyama (Haikyuu!!)

Kurapika (Hunter x Hunter) VS Saitama (One Punch Man)

Sol Badguy (Guilty Gear) VS Langa Hasegawa (Sk8 the Infinity)

Subaru Natsuki (Re: Zero) VS Yusei Fudo (Yu-Gi-Oh! 5Ds)

#tumblr polls #autistic anime boys poll #fyi #poll info #information #to be updated #bracket #tumblr tournament #tumblr competition #poll bracket #tumblr tourney

[inkykeiji]

can you do #16 pasttime with sd!nat shouto please? 💙

prompt: past time series: sugar daddy natsuo warnings: use of the word daddy, touya being touya briefly mentioned, APD mention words: 1k

The sun is just beginning its descent below the horizon by the time you arrive, smearing the sky with strokes of pink and orange. The dense scent of burnt rubber infuses the air, and your nose wrinkles cutely as you exit Shouto’s Aston Martin. He laughs, giving your hand a gentle squeeze as he leads you toward the entrance, gravel popping beneath the rubber of your sneakers.

Jaku Go-Karts. 

It’s a dingy little place now, rundown and ruined by the passage of time, but Shouto loves it all the same. 

The concrete is cracked, stained with crisscrossing skid marks from rubber burnt. The thick tractor tires that line the racetrack are worn and fraying; scars they bear from constant abuse. That shitty little snack-shack, pitched off to the side of the speedway as though thrown in as an afterthought, is still the same; all white chipping paint and stale funnel cakes, with the old arcade having shrunk to a mere three units, all unheard of, screens washed out and flickering. 

Even after twenty odd years, the track hasn’t changed a bit, and Shouto knows every twist, every curve, every fork, the route seared into the tissues of his brain with such accuracy that he’s sure he could drive the whole course with his eyes blindfolded. 

“This was one of our favourite past times, when we were kids,” he tells you as he rests his wrists on the chainlink fence, notes of melancholy in his tone.

“Really?”

“Yeah. It was one of the few things we all loved doing, together.��

“Even Touya?”

“Even Touya,” Shouto nods, pausing for a moment as a memory flashes through his mind, then exhaling a snort through a sardonic little smirk. “Granted, I’m sure Touya enjoyed this mostly because he got to repeatedly run me off the track.”

“Why am I not surprised,” you respond dryly. 

The image of three Todoroki boys materializes in your head; Touya already the smallest, his younger brothers towering over him, but still the ringleader nevertheless, marching onto the track with their souped up go-karts—Touya’s plastered with crude stickers, peeling and veiny; Natsuo’s all clean lines and glistening paint; Shouto’s full of dents and dings, paint scraped in sharp strokes, revealing the silver metal beneath. 

It must’ve been nice, even if only for a moment; a short instance where they all got along, despite a few bumps and patches, co-existing in some semblance of semi-peaceful, enjoying a singular activity, together. 

“It was a rare, acceptable method to torture me.” 

And although Shouto’s voice is wry, there’s a small smile on his face, eyes glazed with nostalgia-tinged memories—hazy, soft, coated in sugar.  

“Once, my kart even caught on fire. Natsuo pulled me from it before any real damage was done,” his gaze shifts downward, blunt nails picking at his cuticles, huffing out a mangled imitation of a chuckle. “Touya was so angry he didn’t talk to him for days. Said he ruined a perfect instance of ‘poetic justice’. Said it was divine intervention, and he should’ve just let it play out.”

“That’s terrible,” you breathe.

“That’s Touya,” Shouto shrugs with a weary acceptance. 

“So he’s always been a sociopath, then.”

That gets Shouto to laugh, sweet smile dispelling most of the despondence from his face, gaze flicking to yours through the corner of his eye. “Technically, he couldn’t have been diagnosed with ASPD just yet. He was only about fifteen or so. But yeah, he’s always been messed up.” 

Questions itch on your tongue, and you fold it in on itself, pressing it to the roof of your mouth in an attempt to smother them. 

Why was it only him? Daddy and Shouto and Fuyumi have their issues, sure, but doesn’t everyone? Maybe their personality flaws are a bit more severe than the average person’s, but that can be brushed off and explained by the fact that they were raised by a billionaire, can’t it? They all grew up under the same roof, so why is Touya so much worse? 

Your tongue flattens, then curls over your teeth, sucking for a moment before slowly scraping against the edges. It’s none of your business, and it shouldn’t matter anyway. 

“Enough about Touya,” you demand with a wave of your hand. “We came here to race, didn’t we?” 

Laughing again, Shouto shakes his head, fondness settling in his eyes. “Yeah, sweetheart, we came to race.”

“I’m gonna leave you in the dust!”

“Bold statement to make to a seasoned pro,” he quips. 

In the end, you do leave Shouto in the dust, but only because he allows you to, slowing down around wide corners and crashing into sharp turns on purpose as you whiz past him. Nevertheless, it’s still fun, your cheeks sore from incessant smiling and your throat raw from grating laughs and screams, and he still treats you to ice cream, just like he promised he would if you beat him—Don’t tell your Daddy, okay? He’d flip if he knew you were having sweets before dinner—the tips of your fingers encrusted with glittering sugar from the sugar cones, mouths stained blue and pink from the artificial dyes. 

You’re practically falling asleep in his arms by the time he gets you back to Natsuo, who coos and quickly takes you from his little brother, his most precious possession being returned to him. 

And after you’ve been washed and brushed and put to bed, Natsuo sits down with Shouto, sweating crystal glasses filled with whiskey and ice in their palms, and asks him why he did it. 

“Why I did what? You asked me to take her out, give her a good time, and I did. As I always do.”

Natsuo fixes him with a look, features flat and unimpressed. “You know that’s not what I’m asking. Why did you bring her there, of all places?” 

Swirling amber in his hand, Shouto shrugs, staring at his glass and clinking ice against the sides. 

“I thought it’d be nice, you know, to make new memories there. We loved it so much when we were kids and I—I didn’t want to lose that. I won’t lose that.” He looks up, mismatched eyes shining in the dim light of Natsuo’s study. “It’s time we start reclaiming some things.” 

#todoroki shoto x reader #todoroki shoto fluff #todoroki shouto x reader #todoroki x you #todoroki fluff #loved this sooooo much anon it was so fun!!! #thank u for sending this in!! #pls have a fabulous day and stay safe + hydrated!! #sd!nat universe #inky.bb #clari gets mail

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Chatty Parts: The chat from Names, News and Nominations Chapter 1

On AO3

Simping for Midoriya

Kaminari Denki: Hey senpai, saw the news: you alright?

Togata Mirio: Doing okay, not up for talking. Also…

Togata Mirio changed their name to ‘Snugglebug’

Snugglebug: Midoriya was at the hospital for some reason. Got a good cry in. TTYL Tamaki

Snugglebug has muted the chat

Amajiki Tamaki: Okay.

Jirou Kyoka: On one hand, I’m glad he had someone there. On the other…

Kaminari Denki changed their name to ‘Electric Daddy’

Electric Daddy: He got to hug IZUKU.

Jirou Kyoka: … I’m not talking to you anymore.

Kirishima Eijiro: Oh come on Jirou! It could have been a LOT worse. I can think of a few ways to take that.

Sero Hanta: Can you think of 69 ways?

Electric Daddy: HA!

Iida Tenya: Please keep the conversation safe for work! Need I remind you Principal Nezu can see?

Electric Daddy: I am, I am, don’t worry. I ain’t dumb enough to post that sort of stuff to a school social media account. But MIDNIGHT works for him. He’ll let some stuff slide.

Ashido Mina cannot change their name due to inappropriateness

Ashido Mina has changed their name to ‘Alien Wife’

Alien Wife: Looks like it!

Jirou Kyoka: I don’t want to know.

Alien Wife changed Jirou Kyoka’s name to ‘Heartthrob’

Heartthrob: … KAMINARI LOCK THE NAMES.

Electric Daddy: I will tomorrow. One day of chaos is fine, right?

Sero Hanta cannot change their name due to inappropriateness

Sero Hanta has changed their name to ‘Bondage’

Bondage: I’m in!

Alien Wife: rules as the old chat! No changing names already been changed! @Everyone has 1 hour before we start switching! And no using any names from other chats! Keep the theme people! If your name is changed you have 1 week before you can change it again.

Iida Tenya has changed their name to ‘Engine Husband’

Engine Husband: My brother suggested this. He is looking over my shoulder right now. 

Alien Wife: Hey! Playing along then?

Engine Husband: As long as we keep it clean I don’t mind.

Kouda Koji has changed their name to ‘Furry’

Alien Wife: AHfjgkldfjgkljdfhgkld

Engine Husband: KOUDA?!

Furry:... I honestly did not think that would work

Furry has changed their name to ‘Bunny Husband’

Monoma Neito: I BELIEVE that name belongs to Midoriya, you 1A rejects.

Monoma Neito has changed their name to ‘BEST HUSBAND’

Bunny Husband has uploaded bunnypet.jpeg

BEST HUSBAND: … objection withdrawn

Alien Wife: WE NEED TO HAVE A PICTURE OF IZUKU WITH HIM

Bunny Husband: Yuwai would like that. He was watching the sports festival to. 

Bondage: and got his heart stolen by our conejito?

BEST HUSBAND: I can speak Spanish, and KNOW you stole my nickname. 1A to foolish to think their own up?

Bondage: It fits him so well.

Uraraka Ochako has changed their name to ‘Floating Wife’

Floating Wife: It really does.

Amajiki Tamaki has changed their name to ‘Food Husband’

Sato Rikkido has changed their name to ‘Sugar Daddy Husband’

Electric Daddy: Huh, we have a theme now.

Bondage has changed their name to ‘Bondage Husband’

Electric Daddy has changed their name to ‘Electric Daddy Husband’

Kirishima Eijiro has changed their name to Rock Husband

Alien Wife has changed Heartthrob’s name to Heartthrob Wife

…

Electric Daddy Husband: It has been an hour! LET THE NAMING APOCOLYPSE COMMENCE.

Electric Daddy Husband changed Hatsume Mei’s name to ‘Baby Maker Wife’

Alien Wife changed Shouji Mezou’s name to ‘Tentacle Husband’

Bondage Husband changed Asui Tsuyu’s name to ‘Frog Wife’

Electric Daddy Husband changed Ojiro Mashiro’s name to ‘Tail Husband’

Alien Wife: LAME

Electric Daddy Husband changed Hagakure Toru’s name to ‘Streaker Wife’

Electric Daddy Husband: Hey, we’re trying.

Alien Wife: Still LAME.

Alien Wife changed Yaoyorozu Momo’s name to ‘Goddess Wife’

Electric Daddy Husband: Shit I can’t even say anything about that.

Alien Wife changed Aoyama Yuuga’s name to ‘Twink Husband’

Bondage Husband changed Tokoyami Fumikage’s name to ‘Threesome Husband’

Electric Daddy Husband change Shinsou Hitoshi’s name to ‘Dirty Talk Husband’

Alien Wife Changed Todoroki Shouto’s name to ‘Conspiracy Husband’

Conspiracy Husband:... can I ask?

Alien Wife: I overheard you talking to Yaomomo before we left about how the fact Nezu was Starlight’s mentor in so many futures meant that Nezu was a god for creating a Demigod like him.

Conspiracy Husband: He is a Rat God yes.

Twink Husband: Quel est ce nom? I am not a TWINK.

Alien Wife: You sure about that?

Twink Husband: While I may be of the body type I am not of the… temperament may we say?

Electric Daddy Husband: Huh? You’re very much one?

Twink Husband: Not in the bedroom.

Bondage Husband: … what the fuck?

Alien Wife: Holy shit.

Electric Daddy Husband: WHAT?! There’s no way you had sex.

Twink Husband: I am a year older then you all in my class.

Alien Wife: Wait, what?

Twink Husband: The French school system starts in September. I moved to Japan for UA when I was fifteen but missed the cut off date due to… I don’t know the word to write. I am to turn seventeen in may, not sixteen. But yes, I have had relations before.

Electric Daddy Husband:... What the actual fuck.

Engine Husband: Can we please not discuss this more? Nezu is without a doubt watching and I’d rather not push the line.

Goddess Wife: I concur. Perhaps instead we should speak on how we will deal with our feelings towards Izuku?

Goddess Wife: I mean Midoriya.

Bondage Husband: What do we have to talk about? 

Goddess Wife: We need to make sure we don’t push to much. We already confirmed he’s okay with flirting, but need to discuss how we will respect him and his boundaries.

BEST HUSBAND: What sort of flirting is he okay with?

Alien Wife: Nothing that involves touching him to much and nothing to dirty. Which to quote Kami sort of: none of us are dumb enough to do that during school hours.

Floating Wife: Midoriya is pretty okay with some jokes or comments. So don’t worry to much, just be respectful!

Electric Daddy Husband: I may be kinda bad at times but I do know when to back down.

Baby Maker Wife: I LOVE MY NAME. And also I want to have Muscles’ notebook soon. When can we meet? 

Baby Maker Wife: Also I won’t go to far. There are more important things!

BEST HUSBAND: I will petition to be moved to 1A to be closer to Midoriya! I can stand the rest of you and I doubt he would be allowed to come to the vastly superior 1B!

Alien Wife: … well shit.

Notes:

-I don’t want to… censor myself. Fuck censorship, but I’m also very aware they’re in a school setting and this series is teen. So… this is what we get. *shrug* teenagers are bags of hormones.

-Everything about Aoyama was on the spot and I died laughing thinking of it. It’s all just for this universe and makes me giggle like a mad person. But yeah for this AU he is older then the others.

#bnha #bnha au #boku no hero academia #dekubowl #photos and videos

[restwellsoon]

The Prince and His Paper

Summary: Shouto seems more like a prince than a sugar daddy. Like a prince, there's a coolness that keeps him emotionally distant. But money has a way of burning a hole in one's pocket and somehow Shouto's heart gets melted too.  

/  “I mean, duh,” you told your reflection. “Some hot, young rich dude wants to rail me? And pay me for it? Beats having some creepy old dude suck my toes.”

Pairing: Todoroki Shouto x F!Reader

Cw: Sugar daddy AU, implied smut

Shouto logged into his bank account, thinking that he ought to since it’s been a few weeks since he last checked it. He wasn’t surprised by the amount of commas in the total but rather confused as to how he could still have so much money leftover every paycheck with the lavish way he lived on his off days.

Exiting out of the app, he rolled onto his stomach. It would take at least two tumbles for him to reach the other side of his king-sized bed, his first splurge as a pro-hero. Even though the mattress was plush and the sheets made with the highest thread count, he still longed for his old, worn futon from his UA days. After a long day of work, his bed felt far too big and cold.

He didn’t want many things in his life, already content with what he had. He finally became a hero in his own right, finally able to step out of the shadow of his family’s name. His family situation, though still tense, was slowly improving. He was fine with whatever progress they’ve made together, thinking it would even be foolish if they tried to speed up the process of reconciliation. And his friends? Though sometimes they were too busy to hang out outside of work, he was grateful that he could at least see them a few times a month because of work.

Love? It was a complicated thing for Shouto. He was worried he might not even know how to love because of his childhood and parents’ example. He could listen to the love lives of all his single friends yet if he tried to mimic or follow their advice, it wouldn’t feel authentic. But just because Shouto had some apprehension towards dating, it didn’t mean that he wasn’t interested.

---

“You have to have some idea of how you want to meet your perfect person,” Ochako said, waving a piece of barbecued meat that was caught between her chopsticks at Shouto.

It was a rare night where everyone’s schedules aligned, a sign that they should get dinner together and catch up. Midoriya was to her left. Bakugou was to the right of him and Kaminari to the other side of Bakugou. They sat at a circular table, gathered around a yakiniku grill, the occasional crackle and clank of beer glasses breaking through their conversation.

Kaminari, always one to prefer lighter and more casual conversation, egged him on, much to Ochako’s delight.

“C’mon, prince, there has to be some way to win your heart. Us single men won’t have a chance with any of the beautiful women of Musutafu until they know you’re taken!”

Shouto never really thought about how he would find that special someone. With all of the people in the world, he thought his odds were quite slim. He indulged them anyway.

“I suppose it would be a casual encounter.”

Kaminari made a face at this while Bakugou was polite enough to hold in a snicker, elbowing the darker blond. He locked eyes with everyone else at the table, mouthing ‘He doesn’t know’ while holding his composure poorly.

“Maybe I’d be reading a book or a newspaper, drinking coffee in the early morning. I’m not quite sure how the conversation would start but there would just be an instant spark and it would go from there.”

He’d been in similar situations often. The coffee shop he frequented had a newsstand in front of it. While waiting for his order, he took to reading the newspaper, opting to get his news the more traditional way. The people who often came up to him rarely approached him because he was Todoroki Shouto but because he was Pro-Hero Shouto. Their motives varied from his looks to his wealth. Some were simply fans dreaming of their chance to be with their idol. Regardless of their reasons, he wasn’t interested. He didn’t have clear details of what he wanted in a partner but he knew it wasn’t that.

After listening as quietly as he could, Kaminari looked like he was about to burst and Bakugou seemed far too tired from work to control him any longer.

Leaning across the other hero, there was a twinkle in his golden eyes as if he was going to tell Shouto a little-known secret.

“Look, Prince Charming, if it’s sparks that you’re looking for, look no further.” A small burst of electricity shot from his hand for emphasis as he leaned back with a grin.

“But you’re gonna have to go on a few dates before you really know if you’ve found the one. Trust me. This is coming from Musutafu’s second most-eligible bachelor after you, of course.”

Bakugou snorted at the comment. “More like Musutafu’s most unwanted bachelor.”

“If I’m the most, then you must be in a close second, ready to take the title from me, grumpy,” the Stun Gun hero retorted, seemingly nonplussed by his friend’s teasing.

Kaminari became serious once more. “But really, if you want a casual encounter, maybe you should look into getting a sugar baby.”

Naturally, sweet and innocent Midoriya didn’t know what a sugar baby was, looking at the expressions of the others for context clues. Bakugou looked disgusted, his nose scrunched up at the thought, mumbling something about there being better monetary investments.

Ochako had a blush on her face, telling Shouto that if he wanted one, he’d better be prepared because they were expensive. Kaminari asked if that would have been her alternate career choice if she didn’t become a hero, earning a harsh kick from under the table.

And Shouto’s understanding of the word?

“Well, I just don’t think I’m ready to be a father yet. It would also be reckless of me to take on a child without looking up how to properly care for them and their inability to make insulin.”

The blonds and Ochako laughed at Shouto’s misunderstanding.

“No, no, no. That’s not what that- well, shit. Would it be better if I explained it? I could also call Mineta up right now.”

By the looks on everyone’s face, Kaminari knew that was a stupid suggestion.

---

“What you’re looking for is the girlfriend experience,” Kaminari slurred at him, a few too many drinks in his system.

Shouto must have made a face at his comment because the blond added, “The great thing about it is that it has all of the perks of an actual relationship without the stress of being in one.”

The other blond between them didn’t seem sold on the idea, giving Shouto an opinion that he didn’t ask for.

“Look Icy Hot, this whole girlfriend experience? Seems like a waste of time if you ask me. You either commit to a relationship or you don’t. There’s no point in paying a couple of grand for a pretend one.”

Bakugou’s argument was perfectly logical yet as Shouto replayed their conversation in his empty bed, he couldn’t help but feel enticed by Kaminari’s words instead.

---

It was mornings like these that he enjoyed the most, sitting in front of his favorite cafe, a fresh newspaper in his hands as he sipped on his black coffee. He had the next few days off, his phone set to a loud ringer in case his agency desperately needed him, but he knew that they rarely would so early in the day.

As much as Shouto loved to read the news -exposés were his favorite- he found himself turning to an often ignored section- the personal ads. Most of the space was a waste of ink in his opinion, oftentimes just desperate attempts to reach out to some beautiful stranger. But he couldn’t help but scour the page for any mentions of someone looking for companionship with monetary compensation.

**NO STRINGS ATTACHED RELATIONSHIP WANTED BUT IF YOU FALL IN LOVE WITH ME, THAT’S ON YOU. Looking for a mean dom to help with my unresolved discipline issues. Choking OK and ENCOURAGED.

Call me at xxx-xxx-xxxx

Hope to chat soon!

Shouto wasn’t one to judge what got other’s off in the bedroom but to read such a brazen description on a Thursday morning made him flush a bright red.

It was honestly a job that he could have delegated to his assistant but somehow, the thought of having them comb through hundreds of ads -probably of the same type if not worse than that one- to find a person suitable for Shouto made his ears blush. The thought of having a type embarrassed him. Besides, he could only imagine what kind of news it would be if others found out about this. Perhaps it would be his face on the front of the newspaper, some terribly sensational title in bold to draw the reader in.

He set the newspaper down, folding it neatly next to his coffee. The ads wouldn’t do. The Internet would be better.

He paused before hitting the search button, ‘sugar daddy seeking gfe’ staring back at him, daring him to go through with his desire. What if someone hacked his phone? What would everyone think?

While he was deliberating on his best option, his phone decided for him. His agency’s name was in bold letters, begging him to accept the call.

“-headed towards the downtown area? Sure, I’ll be there as fast as I -”

With his phone pressed to his ear, Shouto failed to notice the slight change in his surroundings, coffee cup in hand as the other tucked his newspaper in his back pocket.

“Ugh, wha-”

Shouto turned slightly to see the cause of his delay and the reason why his coffee was on the ground, looking at you splayed out on the cement beside him. His coffee spilled all over a cracked laptop and messenger bag.

You rubbed the dirt off of your front first and checked for any broken skin. Satisfied -maybe a bit disappointed, this was as close as you would realistically get to getting hit by a car and getting paid out for your injuries-, you clutched at a weightless flank, grasping at air for a moment before realizing that your bag was on the floor, wet with something hot and liquid.

You made a noise in-between a screech and a cry, diving back onto the floor to grab it. Lifting the computer up -heavy because it was a couple of years old-, you assessed a large crack on the right corner, coffee leaking from smaller cracks, telling you that it was probably beyond repair. If it was salvageable, it would cost you a couple hundred at least- way more than what it was worth.

Already annoyed because you were running late, you knew that today would be even worse now that your laptop was ruined. You just hoped that your boss wouldn’t fire you.

You looked at the culprit. His loose V-neck was tucked into dark-washed denim. Conveniently, none of his drink got on him. Your eyes moved down to a watch. Bulgari. Expensive.

“You owe me one,” you told him, deciding that he had enough money to compensate you. You pulled a business card out of your bag, tossing it on the table before rushing off to work.

Shouto was still trying to process what happened.

---

Whether it was a complete disregard for Shouto’s hero status or perhaps because of it, you demanded that the heterochromatic hero replace the entirety of your laptop. You made no comment about his profession at all when the two of you exchanged names.

***They don’t make this laptop anymore so you’ll have to replace the entire thing.

He simply replied that he was already planning on it.

You stared back at the screen, surprised that your text actually worked. After an extra semester at a college that was absurdly expensive with knowledge that didn’t even apply to your current job, you felt overwhelmed by the actual cost of being alive. You made decent money but it seemed that all of your paychecks went to food, rent and student loans. Your college days made you unashamed of asking for a discount but you’ve never been so aggressive in your life. You were just thankful that Shouto didn’t look too deep into your comment and seemed agreeable.

You most likely meant it in a mocking tone but your casual ‘good boy’ and a future meeting in response did something to Shouto. He was used to others flirting with him, often being gratuitous in their praise and submissive towards him. If they weren’t after his money, then they only cared about his looks. Your attitude was… refreshing.

He found himself staring at your conversation on his phone days later as if anticipating you to say something else but you didn’t.

---

It had been a while since you last went on a date, which was why you had to argue out loud with yourself that picking up a laptop from a handsome stranger was definitely not a date.

“I always get this dolled up for casual meetings,” you tried to convince yourself in the mirror, tugging at your clothes to make sure they sat just right on your body.

You eyed the bottle of perfume on your bathroom counter. “I always wear perfume too, not just for incredibly special occasions…”

Feeling your anxiety pick up as you approached the coffee shop, you tried to appear as casual as you could as your eyes searched for a tall, lean man wearing a light blue button up and khakis.

Maybe you should look at the picture he sent you again to make sure you remembered his outfit properly? It wasn’t weird at all, you reminded yourself, not when Shouto sent you the mirror selfie himself.

‘To make it easier to find me,’ he texted.

“You’re here early,” a low voice said from behind, their figure casting a shadow over you and your phone screen.

Jumping in surprise, you quickly turned to see that Shouto himself appeared, looking exactly like his photo. In his hand was a bag from the local electronics store. You threw your phone in your pocket, hoping that he didn’t see what you were looking at.

When you didn’t reply, he offered to get you a drink.

“Uh, it’s fine. I should be the one getting you a drink,” you stammered, grateful that he didn’t make any mention of what he might have seen on your phone screen. You motioned towards the bag and then the café. “Ya know, equivalent exchange and all that.”

He gave you a wry smile. “Equivalent exchange, huh?”

You didn’t like the look on his face. He wouldn’t order something ridiculous, would he? This wasn’t some place where you could add extravagant shit to your drinks, like 14K gold flakes, right? You checked your bank account before you left. You had a couple hundred to spare for the month but you most certainly didn’t want to spend it on drinks.

“How about this,” he offered, seeing the weary look on your face. “I give you my coffee order, you get yourself something too and then after, we can chat a little. We both came out of our way after all.”

Shouto might as well have shoved those bills into your gaping mouth instead of your hand. Not only were you surprised by the excessive amount of money he gave you but you were relieved that he ordered something normal.

---

“So what did you want to talk about?” You asked, trading his drink for the computer.

The two of you sat in a more secluded part of the outdoor section, blocked with shrubs from other patrons and any passersby. It was good to

“When you mentioned equivalent exchange, it made me wonder what else you might be interested in if you thought it was a fair trade...”

You had a slight suspicion of what Shouto might be implying but it also rose from the same place that tried to convince you that this was somehow a date. You waited for him to finish before responding.

He spoke so bluntly that you felt a flutter of embarrassment rise from your stomach and into your throat, making you stutter as you spoke.

“…so, you’re propositioning me for sex in exchange for money?”

Shouto’s face turned a bright red at your question. It was what he was asking but it sounded different when it came from your mouth instead of his. It sounded vulgar and he felt like a perv, regret immediately washing over him for thinking you would even be agreeable to something like that. He could already hear his assistant and PR rep screaming at him. This was probably illegal in some parts of the country.

He cleared his throat to hide his embarrassment but you thought he looked nonplussed, making you wonder if he proposed this kind of deal often.

“Well?”

As much as you wanted to scream ‘Yes, absolutely fucking YES’ at the top of your lungs, you didn’t want to show how desperate you were and make Shouto rescind his offer.

“I’ll text you in a few days. I need to think about this.”

---

What 20-something-year-old hasn’t joked about being a sugar baby? Being in the workforce and knowing you would have to slave away for another thirty to forty years at minimum would make even the most prudent of saints throw away their moral compass. Especially for someone as hot as Shouto.

You were talking to yourself in the mirror again, making faces at your reflection and pulling, squeezing, tugging different assets, trying to figure out what it was that made Shouto offer such a lucrative deal to you.

“I mean, duh,” you told your reflection. “Some hot, young rich dude wants to rail me? And pay me for it? Beats having some creepy old dude suck my toes.”

You almost felt bad for accepting his offer, thinking that you were practically robbing the guy. You were winning all-around and Shouto? Well, you knew you weren’t the worst looking out there and at least you thought that you were pretty funny…

---

The boring humdrum of Shouto’s days in the office was broken by the loud chirp of his phone alerting him of a text message. He opened it eagerly, having already muted all of his group chats with co-workers and friends.

**I’ll do it but don’t request anything weird

The smile on his face fell as he read your text. Would it be weird that he was essentially asking you to be his girlfriend without the actual time and emotional commitment? The question was pushed out of his mind as it got consumed by something more powerful- loneliness.

---

The first time was awkward for the both of you to say the least, one asking to stop right when it felt hot and heavy for the other. It felt wrong to take Shouto’s money then, apologizing profusely and saying that you’d do better next time.

But with each meeting, the two of you grew more comfortable in each other’s presence, the kisses coming easier and the orgasms coming.

In the beginning, it wasn’t hard to follow Shouto’s rule about no emotional attachment. The two of you acted like a couple together -him sharing his work and personal stress with you- but when you were apart, you went back to your separate lives.

To be extra cautious, you didn’t have his number saved. It was tempting but you thought of your student loans and your monthly bills every time you wanted to look him up on the Internet.

It was with astonishment that you learned that he was a high-ranking hero a few weeks into your relationship -the news and heroes was something that you unintentionally avoided-, admitting that you thought he was just a good-looking rich kid with a fancy job.

“A pretty boy with an even prettier wallet,” you told him once as you parted early in the morning, the sun’s rays casting him in a glow that made him look like an angel from your wettest dreams.

The light was bright as you two parted ways so you couldn’t see the frown on Shouto’s face at your comment. That meeting would have marked six months since you two made your arrangement.

---

The door slammed against the wall as frantic hands rushed to shut it, clothes and zippers coming undone.

Shouto spoke in-between kisses, his words sometimes getting lost against your skin.

“Couldn’t stop thinking about you today,” he murmured, his hands making quick work of your button-up as he hoisted you onto his kitchen counter.

“And what were you thinking about? How much this is gonna cost you?” You teased. You always deflected comments like that from Shouto, which have been increasing as of late. It made it difficult not to fall for the man when he whispered the sweetest things in your ear while making you feel so good.

He looked up at you, your hands in his hair pushed his bangs back, making it easy for him to look into your eyes clearly.

“No, I was thinking about how nice it would be to hear my name on your lips.”

He smirked as you did that one thing you always did when you were surprised, pushing your reaction even further. “No, honestly I was thinking about how much I miss –”

You didn’t let him finish, your mouth crushing his confession.

---

When you left, your phone beeped letting you know that Shouto had sent money to your account. Before you’d check your banking app once you got home, divvying up the money to your varying expenses for the month. This time though, you flopped onto your couch instead, staring at the ceiling.

There were multiple things that Shouto could have said. I miss your touch. I miss fucking you. I miss… I miss I miss I miss. Your mind ran through everything other than I miss you.

It’s not like you were oblivious to others having romantic feelings for you, but with Shouto, it didn’t make sense. Not with his rules. Not with his life. Not with… anything really.

Why would he waste his time on some average citizen who worked a 9 to 5 when he could have someone more glamorous?

---

The sex was good and it was nice to have someone who listened and supported him. But as the weeks went on, your attitude and behavior started to bother him more and more. He couldn’t specify why it bothered him but he started putting weight into your words, spending the moments after you left thinking about everything that happened.

“Work,” you told him one night as you yawned. You were usually tired when you met up, nights being the most convenient time for both of you.

Shouto threw on a loose tee, giving you a side glance. “With my money, you could go part-time. Maybe even quit your job after another year or two.”

Trying to contain your expression, you wondered how long Shouto was planning on this lasting. It never occurred to you that he liked you enough to have this span over years, especially without getting emotions involved.

You approached the subject the way you usually did when he made comments that threatened to expose your true feelings. You joked about it.

“Maybe I can retire early then. Live my dreams of being a trophy wife or whatever...”

Another yawn escaped your lips, a mumbled ‘should head out soon’ barely registered as Shouto got lost in his thoughts. You always came to him tired and he wondered if his meetings were just another job to you.

And your dreams of being a trophy wife? Perhaps he was being too analytical but why couldn’t you imagine that with him?

---

Despite what your relationship with Shouto might imply, you really didn’t care much about the money. He’s been around others who were much more shameless about getting a handout from him or squeezing as much as they could get out of the pro-hero.

It seemed like you were underpaid, in his opinion. You blatantly refused Shouto’s initial offer, quickly making up some story about how you had a friend in a similar situation who only received a third of that. He was overpaying and he should have researched the market before offering such a ridiculous number. In reality, you knew you weren’t that great and most definitely not that special. It made you embarrassed to think that he truly thought being with you was worth that much.

---

Your life had grown exceedingly more comfortable since you met him. You were able to make a sizeable dent in your loans and paid off a credit card or two. Though having this non-relationship with him was a second job, it felt as if you had more time to enjoy life with Shouto around.

“Vegetables and cheese?” You asked one weekend, rifling through the bag of groceries that Shouto brought to your apartment.

It was humiliating at first to have him come over, something you tried to avoid for as long as possible. It was a humble one-bedroom in a decent part of the city but it was nothing in comparison to the extravagant penthouse that Shouto hardly lived in.

“They’re from the farmers market,” he told you, helping you unpack and put the items in the fridge.

“Organic, fresh and supportive of local business.”

“God, I could fuck you right now,” you teased.

He smiled at your comment, plucking a fresh strawberry from the counter behind you. Though you should have been used to Shouto’s tall, lean body by now, you weren’t. You squirmed beneath him, now locked in place with one arm and his hips pressed into yours.

He traced the shape of your mouth with the tip of the fruit as if trying to tempt you with it. But his words were far more seductive.

“Then why don’t you?” He dared.

---

“Not that I’m complaining but why don’t you have a girlfriend?” You asked one early morning. After Shouto’s urging, you figured it wouldn’t hurt to play hooky from your day job once in a while.

Golden rays spilled into the master bedroom, Shouto’s hero uniform cast aside on a chair, covering up another one of his many awards that he received. He was handsome, sweet and had it all. Why was he wasting his time and money on you when he could be with someone that he actually wanted to be with?

“It’s…”

He thought about mentioning his childhood and parents, awkward first dates that didn’t last more than a few hours and fan encounters that painted his picture of romantic relationships.

“Complicated.”

You hummed, a neutral response to Shouto’s vague answer.

“Not ready.”

He nodded. That was the gist of it. You always seemed to break down his issues and concerns to their barest forms, understanding him without really prying.

“And you?”

You blinked, going so far as to stop twirling his hair around your fingers. You felt him shift and you knew his eyes were on your face but you continued to stare at anywhere but him.

As much as Shouto confided in you, it was difficult to do the same without growing attached to him. There was already a certain amount of fondness that you had for him that bordered grounds for firing.

“Haven’t really been looking. Besides, I haven’t had much time to date because of…”

Us.

You watched as Shouto made a face, an unknown emotion flashing across his eyes. Though he never said you two had to be exclusive, the thought of you with someone else didn’t sit well with him. He felt torn though for his selfishness and desire to make you happy.

“It’s not like it’s a bad thing,” you said honestly. “I don’t really want to be with anyone else other than you.”

Oh.

He could feel his cheeks flush with heat at your comment. Even if you were just telling him something that he wanted to hear, it still made his heart race.

Shouto moved from your chest to his side of the bed, his back turned towards you. You checked the time. It was still early. You listened to his breathing slow and even out while wondering if you should have said that.

---

He asked for something different after he woke up and you hesitated at first, wondering if what he was asking of you straddled the line of his hard-set rule.

“You sure about this?” You asked, trying to make it seem as if you weren’t eagerly trying to dissuade him. “We could get in trouble with this. You could get in trouble.”

It was the first time Shouto ever got snappy with you. “If I didn’t want to do this, I wouldn’t ask.”

You only nodded as a confirmation, following him out the door.

Squinting, it was unusual being out in the day with Shouto like this. On the rare occasion where you would meet up during waking hours, the two of you usually had somewhere secluded to retreat to. But this? This was far from secluded.

The restaurant was bustling with patrons as the two of you walked into one of Musutafu’s hottest eateries without a reservation. You heard the place even rejected world-renown celebrities so you had your doubts that Shouto had enough star power to get the two of you in within the next six months, let alone immediately.

But as usual, Shouto surprised you, putting a hand on the small of your back to guide you to a tight spot in the center of the room, both of you following the server. You could feel everyone’s eyes on you but as you dared to look up, you realized that they were all focused on Shouto instead.

“Everyone can’t take their eyes off of you,” you commented.

“A shame,” he said, pulling out your chair for you and pushing it in. “Because I only have eyes for you.”

You laughed, using anxiety about all the attention as an excuse to why you felt so fluttery. “How long have you been wanting to say that?”

He gave you a thoughtful hum, eyes scanning half the menu before looking up to meet yours. He closed the menu, giving you his full attention.

“I never really wanted to until I met you.”

Oh.

---

Shouto tried to hide his dissatisfaction about his PR stunt, the newspaper rustling in his hands as he searched once more to see if there was any mention of your name. A shoddy photo of you both wasn’t even in the tabloids.

He frowned in annoyance. It didn’t matter if it didn’t make the paper, at least the people at the restaurant saw that he was obviously on a date with you, right?

Checking his phone for any missed calls or texts, he scrolled through his messages from his assistant and PR. There were only dates for interviews, an award ceremony in six months and a few questions about his thoughts on collaborating with a certain designer. No comments about his love life at all or what he did yesterday.

Taking a final sip from his coffee, he tucked the newspaper under his arm. At the very least, he got to learn a little more about you, the atmosphere of the restaurant making you more open to casual conversation.

---

Meeting up with Bakugou after his agency requested his services, he and the blond stretched after easily handling the criminals, Kirishima handling the press to the side. It wasn’t like they needed his Quirk. It surely made the mission faster, but it seemed if anything it was a ploy from Kirishima to hang out with the other two, quickly suggesting a bar to relax in after all of their hard work.

Despite the noise inside of the establishment, Bakugou’s harsh laughter rang loud and clear at their corner table. When the duo asked what Shouto had been up to lately, he didn’t lie.

“What a sap,” he howled despite Kirishima's warning jabs.

“I told you,” he said, running a hand through his hair, bits of ash and ice coming out of it. “You’re doing it wrong. You either are or you aren’t in a relationship. You either want her to be your girl or you don’t.”

Heterochromatic eyes glanced at Kirishima for any validation into Bakugou’s words. The redhead gave him a smile. “Your situation is probably more complicated than that but being honest about your feelings is the better route to follow.”

Bakugou waved him off, not giving Shouto a chance to object to either of their words.

---

The blond’s words rang in his head as he tried to decipher their meaning. The man was known for his astute nature but that didn’t mean he knew everything or had the best judgement when it came to matters of the heart. He wasn’t even dating let alone interested in romance! It would be best to take his words with a grain of salt, but Shouto forgot that salt melted ice, Bakugou’s words lingering in his mind every time he thought about you.

---

On his day off, Shouto perused through several stores at a higher-end shopping district, judging the items harshly as he tried to pick something that you liked. It was a relaxing way to pass time for him as he imagined what sort of expressions you’d make as you opened his gifts.

“Don’t you think that Kacchan is a little right?” Deku asked, shaking his head as a no to the engraved Burberry wallet that Shouto was looking at.

“The two of you spend a lot of your free time together. You think about her when you’re apart. You do things that you think would make her happy and you rely her when you’re stressed out. I’ve only had a couple of serious relationships but they sound a lot like mine…”

“It’s about the intention behind it,” Shouto said, settling on a scarf instead. “I might feel that way but it’s most likely one-sided. I’m paying for her affection.”

---

Of course. Of course Shouto almost got what he wanted. There were speculations about his love life in three different tabloids and aired on one TV channel dedicated to pro-hero gossip.

The same picture of Momo on top of him, her chest in his flushed face after a mission gone wrong, was on the front pages of these papers, some online articles too from what his assistant texted him. Both of their agencies were working hard to clear up the misunderstanding, trying to locate the photographer that sold the photo to the press.

His day only got worse as Shouto snuck off to your apartment, a small travel bag slung across his back as he planned to hide away with you for a few nights. It would be too suspicious if he took you both on a week-long trip outside of the country. That was what Momo was already planning on doing. It would only make the misunderstanding worse.

**Let’s meet for coffee first.

Shouto’s stomach dropped as he found you sitting right next to the newsstand, paper held so he could see that damned picture in front of it. He found his pace quickening, thinking of ways to calmly explain the situation.

“It’s not what you think!” He exclaimed, throwing down his bag on the floor and reaching for the paper. He could incinerate it easily but you refused to let it go, your eyes too interested in finishing the article.

“Are you telling me that Miss Yaoyarozu wasn’t ‘creati-ng a romance so hot that it melted ice prince Shouto’s heart?’”

You wanted to laugh at the seriousness of his ‘absolutely not!’

“If not her, then who has? If anyone even has at all.”

By now Bakugou’s words had melted and become a part of his heart. ‘Either you want her to be your girl or not’ gruffly echoing in his mind as he quickly assessed the situation and considered all possible outcomes.

“It’s you,” Shouto said. “It’s been you for the past eight months, when I realized six months ago, when you first bumped into me here from when we first texted.”

Shouto’s confession was surprisingly honest. He’s been vulnerable with you before but about things like work and friendships. The two of you skirted around the topic of love.

There was no way to deflect his confession now, no way for you to joke or tease your way out of this. It was time for you to acknowledge your own feelings for him.

“But what about your rule? No emotional attachment?”

He ran a hand through his hair, knowing that this would come up. “It was stupid. I was stupid.”

You laughed, Shouto still tense from your lack of acknowledgement for his feelings.

“You’re not the only one who’s stupid,” you smiled at him. “I’m stupid too. I’ve been lying to myself every time I saw you and every time we parted. I… I like you too but it seemed like emotional intimacy was a burden to you. Guess we can be idiots together”

After hearing the last part, his mind focused on ‘together,’ he blurted out, “Date me. I don’t want you to be some other person’s trophy wife when you can be mine.”

Shouto blinked, realizing the pace he was going at.

“What happened to not being ready?” You teased, savoring the moment of a blushing and bumbling Shouto who tried to backtrack before his usual cool demeanor took over again.

“Maybe I wasn’t ready because I was busy waiting for you.”

---

A few days later, Shouto sat at his spot in front of the coffee shop, newspaper in hand, reading over the same page for the past 30 minutes. He could recite the article by heart -he’s read it that many times-, flipping back and forth to look at the photo on the front with fondness.

The only time he looked up was when he heard the metallic screech of the chair in front of him being pulled back, letting him know that someone was going to sit down in front of him.

Your pointer finger poked at the front page, Shouto moving it upwards with a grin so you could read the headline.

‘Local Woman Apparently Burns Hole in Shouto’s Wallet While He Gets the Hots for Her in the Process’

The picture showed you two in front of that very spot, the photographer also coincidentally capturing a very surprised Bakugou and Kaminari post-patrol in the process.

“Can’t keep a secret in this town, huh?” You noted, reaching across the table to read the article yourself.

Your hand grazed his as you did this, the cold air making a shock of electricity as you touched.

The spark. The paper. The coffee shop.

It was everything that Shouto wanted.

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#todoroki shouto x reader #rest writes

[tteokdoroki]

the only billionaire I like is ceo shouto todoroki offering me to be his sugar baby

frothing at the mouth i wanna see him whip out his black card with his daddy’s money on it and tell me i can get whatever i want

#✧ ₊˚✉️੭ — new notification #✧ ₊˚💬੭ — unknown messenger #GRRRRRRRRRR #SHOUTO WITH A SUGAR BABBYYYY

[ao3feed-hitoshi-shinsou]

Laundry Day

Laundry Day by TheKirkwallChampion

It's when Kacchan finds expensive purple lingerie that Izuku accidentally left in the laundry that makes him find out that Izuku's been romantically entwined with a sugar daddy turned fiancé—Hitoshi Shinso. A meeting becomes a necessity at that point, and Izuku can only hope his friends and fiancé can get through one meeting without any problems.

Words: 5462, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 8 of Shindeku Month 2023

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Shinsou Hitoshi, Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki, Uraraka Ochako, Iida Tenya, Todoroki Shouto, Asui Tsuyu

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku/Shinsou Hitoshi

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, Alternate Universe - Sugar Daddy, Aged-Up Character(s), Alternate Universe - No Quirks, Established Relationship, past bullying

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45174118

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Shindeku #♥ #Shindeku #⚣ #R:M #A:Kirkwall #No Quirks AU #College AU #Shindeku Month 2023

[sero-pairo]

Glazed Donuts

by ThatOne1Writer

When a friend gives you a quick and easy way to make cash, you take it. Until you realize that means bending one of the most well known CEO's over his desk and fucking him while he takes a call. Thats something you didnt prepare for. - - This is purely so I can get better at writing smut and plot. There is no set posting/updating schedule, I'll update when I have time or am inspired to add. So please...no begging for updates...

Words: 228, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, M/M

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Kaminari Denki, Shinsou Hitoshi, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Iida Tenya, Sero Hanta, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Todoroki Natsuo, Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Takami Keigo | Hawks, Asui Tsuyu, Uraraka Ochako, Jirou Kyouka, Yaoyorozu Momo, Aoyama Yuuga, Monoma Neito, Kendou Itsuka, Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Kaminari Denki/Shinsou Hitoshi, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Iida Tenya/Sero Hanta, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko/Todoroki Natsuo, Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Takami Keigo | Hawks, Asui Tsuyu/Uraraka Ochako, Jirou Kyouka/Yaoyorozu Momo, Aoyama Yuuga/Monoma Neito, Kendou Itsuka/Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Sugar Daddy, Sugar Daddy Bakugou Katsuki, Sugar Daddy Shinso Hitoshi, Sugar Daddy Todoroki Shouto, Sugar Daddy Iida Tenya, Sugar Baby Kirishima Eijirou, Sugar Baby Kaminari Denki, Sugar Baby Midoriya Izuku, sugar baby sero hanta, Established Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Established Kaminari Denki/Shinsou Hitoshi, Established Iida Tenya/Sero Hanta, Shameless Smut, 2-3 year age gap, Anal Sex, Lingerie, Spanking, Face-Sitting, Genital Piercing, BDSM Undertones, Power Bottom Bakugou Katsuki, Submissive Top Kirishima Eijirou, tododeku - Freeform, kiribaku, shinkami, dabihawks - Freeform, seroiida, erasermic, PowderedSnow

from AO3 works tagged 'Iida Tenya/Sero Hanta', https://ift.tt/SeY4xbZ

#iidasero #seroiida #iida x sero #tenya iida #sero hanta #sero x iida #iisero #bnha #mha #bnha fic

[andypantsx3]

so yesterday when you posted about Class 1-A vs The Curse of Rule 34 i immediately read it and i loved it and so i read a few of their other fics and loved them and so i was wondering if you have any more fic recs that you’d like to share? it could be reader insert, oc or neither tbh i just trust your judgement in fics so i’m sure anything you recommend will be great! (also i love your writing so much i stumbled upon it multiple times in a03 and then tumblr just to realize it was yours before i decided to follow you (i tend to be really picky on who i follow idk why) because i went through your masterlist an read everything and then re-read everything)

Ahhh hello my love, I am honored by your follow!! You're literally so sweet and I can't tell you how much it means to me that I made the cut lol. Please don't feel pressure though, I'm always happy with just an occasional visit too!!

I definitely recommend anything in my fic recs tag - the fics I recommend here on tumblr are generally character x reader or character x OC and they range from smutty to fluffy lol.

My guilty pleasure though, and the majority of my fave fics are gen or ship fics!! I actually hardly ever read x reader fic--absolutely no idea why I am this way--but if you're up for some gen or ship fic, I'm happy to rec a couple others.

I'm not sure what you're into at the moment but I will give you some of my faves!!

Don't Ask Don't Tell by Ms_Chunks Bakugou/Uraraka. I probably don’t even need to describe this one since this is the flagship Kacchako fic lol. But Bakugou and Uraraka explore the compatibility of their quirks and create a pair combat style, and fall in love along the way. I fucking love the way the author uses the chemistry of their quirks to parallel the compatibility of their personalities, and Uraraka is such a bad ass in this one ughghgh I love it.

who lives, who dies, who tells your story by aloneintherain Todoroki/Midoriya, though mostly gen. Examines Toshinori’s life post-retirement and the exploits of class 1-A post-graduation, through narrative and social media blurbs. I’ve never read anything that manages to be so bittersweet, so hopeful, and so funny all at once.

Thanks for Saving Me by Esselle Todoroki/Midoriya. This is a pro hero Shouto/quirkless science nerd Deku fic that is one of my all time faves. This is the type of shit my fics wish they were doing. This author is out here peddling the slightly-sugar-daddy-but-also-slightly-a-little-bit-of-a-shit Shouto agenda and it is absolute perfection. I routinely reread for comfort.

Slow to Start (But Quick to Burn) by mousapelli Kirishima/Bakugou. It's an ABO AU where omega Bakugou slowly figures out how to manage his relationship to alpha Kirishima, while Kirishima is predictably kind, patient, and understanding. This fic is totally stuffed full of domesticity--lounging around doing laundry and homework together, baking together, and napping together. Actually my all-time fave comfort fic, I have read this probably a million times.

journey to the past by aloneintherain Gen fic. A time travel fic where the members of Class 1-A go back in time to protect Izuku during the various stages of his life, as villains with a time travel quirk attempt to target the future number one hero while he's still a kid. It's so good and sweet and heartfelt and lovely and the author does an amazing job exploring Izuku's relationship with several of the major characters.

And probably a fic rec closest to the Rule 34 rec would be:

A Demolition Boy & his Cryptid BF by kewltie Bakugou/Midoriya. This is a social media fic similar in style to Class 1-A vs The Curse of Rule 34--it’s a youtuber AU where bkdk are youtubers in different genres, and the internet has a conspiracy theory that they’re together. Another really good send up of fandom and fandom culture, and another one of my faves.

I hope at least one of these is something you're in the mood for!! And please send some of your faves my way!! I'm a slow reader but literally always open to more recs!! 💕💕💕

#bnha fic recs #ask andie #fic recs

[ao3feed-hawks]

I was Looking at You

I Was Looking at You by DabiNoDanna

The reptilian thug drops to a crouch, his hands brushing against the slimy, rain-soaked concrete. Within seconds, the ground begins to crack and fall apart beneath Dabi's feet.

His first thought is, oh shit. His second is that he should probably try and avoid that.

His third thought is, why the hell is he floating? - AKA; a very self-indulgent slow-burn fic with gratuitous amounts of fake dating, pining and self-love. Follow Dabi as he finds many ways to convince himself he's underserving of affection, and Hawks, of all people, being the one to prove him wrong.

Words: 2695, Chapters: 1/23, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: M/M

Characters: Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Takami Keigo | Hawks, League of Villains, Sensei | All For One, Usagiyama Rumi | Miruko, Hakamata Tsunagu | Best Jeanist, Todoroki Shouto, Hero Public Safety Commission, Toga Himiko, Kurogiri, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Bubaigawara Jin | Twice, Sako Atsuhiro | Mr. Compress, Hikiishi Kenji | Magne, Iguchi Shuuichi | Spinner

Relationships: Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Takami Keigo | Hawks, Dabi | Todoroki Touya & League of Villains, Dabi | Todoroki Touya & Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, Dabi | Todoroki Touya & Todoroki Shouto

Additional Tags: Minor Original Character(s), Dabi | Todoroki Touya Needs a Hug, Dabi | Todoroki Touya is a Mess, Takami Keigo | Hawks Acts Like a Bird, Flirty Takami Keigo | Hawks, Soft Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Takami Keigo | Hawks, Alternate Universe - Sugar Daddy, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Fake/Pretend Relationship, League of Villains as Family, Protective Takami Keigo | Hawks, hawks is a basically a celebrity, dabi just wants to sleep and feed his messed up found family, Mutual Pining, Slow Burn, Fluff, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Canon-Typical Violence, Depression, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, hawks is filthy rich, Takami Keigo | Hawks is a Little Shit, Dabi | Todoroki Touya-centric, Angst and Fluff and Smut, i want to make your teeth fall out from the sweetness of these two, This is a Threat, Kidnapping, Human Experimentation, Near Death Experiences, I Wrote This While Listening To Taylor Swift

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41499201

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[inkykeiji]

If u ever write about sugar daddy Natsuo’s Shouto would he be with the same reader or have a new one?

the same reader!!! at the moment, sd!nat reader is the only reader out of all of my readers that has relations with all three todoroki men!! shouto has a deep attachment to her and they get along really well, and natsuo doesn’t mind sharing with his brothers (but only with his brothers! they are the only men he trusts).

i love sugar daddy natsuo’s shouto because i love sweet soft sick addict shouto. i love broken shouto, who knows he should stop, should get help, and halfheartedly wants to but ultimately just isn’t strong enough to give up his addiction because he loves it too much. i love taking shouto as a character and throwing him in that situation and examining how i personally believe he’d react. but i also love the relationship shouto has with reader—this sort of quest to prove that he’s better than touya in every way; that shouto-niichan is way better than touya-niisan—and i love how this iteration of shouto isn’t afraid to so viciously go against touya/talk back to him!!

#he’s just rly interesting to me #for tnii’s shouto i’d have to create a new reader right #because there’s NO way tnii’s reader could ever get away with literally anything with shouto hahaha #i hope ur having an awesome night anon!!! #stay safe and healthy!! i am sending u love!!! #inky.bb #clari gets mail

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

AR!Fem!Izuku and Todoroki on a date shopping. Shouto likes to buy his partners things and Izumi now has him in her phone as Sugar Daddy. Ochako called him that in front of Endevaour on her date with Shouto once. Tenya also referred to him as that in fronT of Endeavour shortly after.

They are very pleased by the reactions.

But anyway, so shopping. I said before Izumi can fake having a fashion sense well enough in this AU so shes wearing a skirt and a tank top with a jacket over it. It’s a glittery skirt and lovely tall boots she adores that give her an extra six inches of height. She had her pink hair all messy and her heart sunglasses on her face.

Todoroki is wearing a faux fur coat that is bright orange and green pants. He’s sighing dreamily at Izumi picks out hero merch and new hair dye. She kisses his cheek (perhaps bending down a bit to do so) when he buys it for her.

It makes the news.

#bnha #bnha au #aphrodite rising

[garden-incantatus]

Welcome

Welcome to my enchanted garden love. Make yourself at home. Can I offer you a cup of tea? Would you like to lay your head on my lap and forget your troubles for a while?

About me:

Ella, She/her, 27, an easily flustered sub, can be a brat. Use of pet names is encourage! Haven't found one's I don't like so far.

My perfect day is curled up in bed with a book or show. I just really enjoying spending some quiet time with you♡

(Rules, Kink list/limits, and Charanon wishlist below)

Just a few simply rules for my garden: 

Please be kind and patient 

Please do not reblog anything

Please let me know if any of your boundaries are pushed (by using the safe word or messaging me). I want everyone to have fun and keep a safe space and will apologize if I do anything to make you uncomfortable. 

Have fun darling. I am here for your pleasure.

Kink/limit list

My safeword is sugar cookies! If you have one or rather use color system please let me know! I want everyone to feel comfortable!!

Noncon, CNC, choking, scat

Hard limits:

(Things might get added)

Kinks: 

Praise, degradation, daddy, marking, breeding, a/b/o, anal, pet play, cockwarming, exhibition, size kink, oral, hair pulling.

(I am really okay with doing pretty much everything if you dont see it on hard limits we can talk about it and take it from there!)

Charanon wishlist: 

Hitoshi Shinsou, Doppo Kunikida, Osamu Dazai, Chuuya Nakahara, Megumi Fushiguro, Toge Inumaki, Kento Nanami, Sukuna, Kaeya Alberich

Taken:

Shouto Todoroki (Ella's.Shouto)

Shota Aizawa (Ella's.Aizawa)