#Shoto Todoroki drabble

[superluver]

wildflower—

shoto x reader Yaoyorozu x shoto

angst I think!!!!

thinking of you and Yaoyorozu, who are best friends. you’re married to pro hero Shoto, have kids with the man you swore you’d grow old with, and you’re not sure what happened, but you fell out of love.

he’d tell you time and time again that you were his girl, and he took you to places you’d only dreamed of going. for a long time it had been just he and you, but you’d met momo.

the beautiful, talented, strong momo.

she’d earn her place in your life as your best friend. and it was a bond you had that you swore would never fade with time. when shoto confessed that he’d fallen out of love with you, you broke.

you left your shared home, making your way to hers. you were crying on her shoulder, and she shared no words of reassurance, instead, she made sure you let it all out. making sure not to leave any bottled up emotions trapped within you.

dare you say she became family, invited to the shared christmas you and shoto had, months after being divorced. you wonder how you hadn’t noticed the way he was looking at her, and for how long it was.

how long did they had this mental affair, when they had come out publicly in July, you broke alone with only your son to console you.

yaoyorozu was on the train, staring at a familiar seat. it was the one the two of you would share every time you had gotten on this very train. the same marks engraved into the seats.

she sees you, laughing beside her with a nudge. her scarf feels like it’s choking her, her eyes burning. god, she feels so guilty.

you glance back at her, looking with shock before waving, and when she blinks, you’re gone.

she sees you in the back of her mind, all the time.

shoto grabs ahold of her shoulder, and she looks up staring at his face. and, Yaoyorozu can’t help but wonder, does he see you in the back of his mind.. in her eyes?

“momo, this is our stop.”

she swallows hard, nodding.

“alright,”

a younger you is once again at the seat, staring back at her, watching her get off the train.

[dollyfetti]

“kiss me.”

“i’ve never kissed before.”

you roll your eyes with a small giggle. “shoto,” you start warmly, scooting closer to him on your bed. “you don’t need to know how..” you pause, trying to find the right words while the boy blinks back at you with a blank expression like always.

“it’s easy! like.. just..!” you demonstrate with a little pucker of your lips and squeeze of your eyes, bringing a very tiny smile onto shoto’s lips. he has to admit to himself, he’s a little nervous. he wants to be good, but how can he be good at something he’s never done?

“will you kiss me kindly?” he murmurs, white lashes kissing his cheeks as he blinks at you like a curious cat.

your toothy smile widens and you nod immediately. “sho, i will kiss you so kind, midoriya will seem like a jerk.”

he frowns, shaking his head a bit. “he could never be-”

“i know, i know,” you cut him off with a soft grin.

you look down, watching his hand press flat against his knee, like he’s unsure of what to do with it. you hum, taking it into yours. he follows your gaze, frown melting into his little smile once more as your fingers roll over his skin.

when he looks back up, you’re already admiring him. it’s a thing you do, where you silently take in every inch of his face.

your eyes flicker to his lips and you lean just a little closer. you hear his small inhale, and internally coo at your shy boy. “i’m going to kiss you now, okay?” you mumble, still caressing his hand with utmost care.

“yes.” he murmurs back, closing his eyes. “go ahead, sweet girl.”

the nickname brings a pitter patter to your heart, and that’s the push you need to press your lips against his. they’re soft, not that you expected anything less. they’re hesitant and awkward, but filled with love anyhow, and you find yourself giddy at the fact that he’s taking his time.

his lips rub against yours in a nervous manner, but his hand squeezes yours a bit before bringing his other up to cup your cheek. he even opens his eyes for a few seconds to see the happy look on your face before pulling back with an exhale of relief.

“good, right?” you say with a coo, leaning your face against his hand unconsciously.

his face softens more, if that’s even possible, and he nods gently. “yes. very good, i think.”

[seumyo]

todoroki shouto and his 8-month-old son having identical pouty faces.

It becomes trouble when your husband and 8-month-old son are quiet as you’re about to finish preparing dinner. You could sense it, like a superpower you could only unlock when you reached a certain milestone in life.

“It’s just a piece of soft biscuit. Maybe we can give him only a little—“

“No, Shou.”

You had only denied your son a snack once, and yet, the betrayal in his big, watery eyes made it seem like you had committed an unforgivable crime.

Your eight-month-old son, snug in Todoroki’s arms, was pouting hard—his chubby cheeks puffed out, lips trembling, and his tiny hands curled into fists against his father’s chest. Tears clung to his thick lashes, threatening to spill at any moment. He was the very image of pitiful distress.

And Todoroki?

He wasn’t much better.

He’s holding your son with an almost identical expression—unmistakably sulking, his lips pressed together in silent protest (but he knew he could never win this war against you). It didn’t help that your son was his near-perfect replica, down to the way his tiny eyebrows furrowed in quiet displeasure. The only major difference was this little boy inherited your eyes.

Thank the heavens, because you almost came to the conclusion that Todoroki reproduced by himself via asexual reproduction.

Because it was dangerous how alike they looked.

You crossed your arms, unimpressed. “Oh, come on. It was just one snack.”

Todoroki’s grip on your son shifted slightly as he responded, voice flat but clearly displeased. “It was just a small piece.”

The baby, as if understanding that his father was taking his side, whimpered softly and nuzzled closer to his father’s chest, letting out a tiny, heart-wrenching sniffle.

“Dinner is literally a minute away. He’ll survive.”

“He might starve and lose his healthy body,” Todoroki tells you warily.

“Shou, take one good look at our son. He’s chubbier than any of his older cousins, plus, we feed him formula 5 times a day, he eats solid food twice, and even gets a snack when he wakes up from his naps—so don’t tell me he’ll starve when he eats more than we do combined.”

Your husband didn’t argue further, but his silence spoke volumes. He gently rubbed your son’s back, sighing as the little boy let out another sniffle. You knew this game—Todoroki might not be saying anything, but his entire posture screamed, “I think you’re being unfair, but I won’t push it… even though I’m clearly upset.”

“The pouting isn’t going to work on me.”

Todoroki blinked, expression unchanged. “I’m not pouting.”

“You are,” you told him. “And he’s just copying you.”

At that, he finally glanced down at the baby in his arms. Your son blinked up at him, sniffling again before sticking his bottom lip out in an exaggerated pout.

They stared at each other for a long moment.

“…I think this is just his natural expression,” Todoroki finally said, deadpan.

“Uh-huh. I don’t think we’ll ever need a DNA test to prove that he’s yours.”

“Why would we need a DNA test when I’m the only man you’ve ever been with? And our son also looks like me—“

“Oh, Shou. It was a joke,” you sigh lovingly.

“Oh.”

Todoroki hummed, shifting your son slightly so he could wipe away a stray tear from the baby’s cheek. “Your mother is strict,” he murmured, speaking softly to him as if he wasn’t right in front of you. “Very heartless.”

“Excuse me?”

The baby hiccupped, seemingly agreeing.

Todoroki glanced up at you, the slightest hint of amusement evident in his eyes. “It’s true.”

You let out a disbelieving laugh. “Unbelievable. If I left meals to you, he’d be living off of cold soba and whatever random snacks you keep in the fridge.”

Todoroki didn’t deny it (for the most part).

“But I do take cooking classes now...”

“Mhm.”

He gently bounced your son in his arms, his gaze softening as your baby yawned, snuggling closer to his chest now that the dramatics had settled.

You sighed, stepping forward and pressing a kiss to the top of your son’s head. “You’ll thank me later, little pouty boy,” you murmured before glancing up at your husband. “And you—stop ganging up on me with him.”

“I didn’t do anything,” he replied, completely straight-faced.

You gave him a knowing look. “Uh-huh.”

A comfortable silence settled between you before you turned back to the stove, giving the curry one last stir. “Dinner’s ready.”

He smiled. “Finally.”

You shot him a playful glare, though there was no real heat behind it. You took your son from his arms, adjusting him on your hip before pressing a small kiss to his chubby cheek.

“Alright, come on, little pouty boy.”

Todoroki followed closely behind. “Which one?”

You laughed at that.

“Both of you.”

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[tulippanes]

𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐘! 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐈

t. shoto x reader

pt. 2

. ݁₊ ⊹⁀ word count: 444 . ݁₊ ⊹⁀ warnings: N/A . ݁₊ ⊹⁀ type: drabble, fluff

cheeky! shoto todoroki who would fix your uniform in case anything was out of place, even the tiniest thing, and allowed his touch to remain a second longer.

cheeky! shoto todoroki whose voice would drop an octave lower and lean in close to your ear to whisper something to you, even when not needed, just to see you shudder and he’d have a ghost of a smirk on his face.

cheeky! shoto todoroki who would casually throw a random compliment at you so he could see your flustered expression. “you look pretty today,” he said in a monotone voice. it was out of the blue . you blinked at him and felt your face heating up. he looked you up and down, almost as if feeling satisfied with himself, before going on about his day.

cheeky! shoto todoroki who would sit beside you, close enough that his thigh is pressed right against yours. close enough that he could not so subtly brush his arm against yours. close enough that when he turned his head to look at you, he could see every single feature of yours. his eyes would stay glued on your face until you turned to look at him too, only for him to look away once you do.

cheeky! shoto todoroki whose hand would come up to wipe off any crumb on the corner of your mouth after you ate something. his thumb thoughtlessly lingered on your bottom lip before he pulled away to act as if nothing happened.

cheeky! shoto todoroki who would sulk if you were to say no to something he wanted you to say yes to. “stop pouting,” you said while he averted his gaze.

“i’m not pouting,” he quietly huffed. you sighed before you gave in, “if i say yes will you stop moping?”

“yes.”

cheeky! shoto todoroki who would pretend as if he’d done none of these things only to then subtly tease you about your reactions. “i don’t know what you’re talking about,” he bluntly stated. your eye twitched, you were visibly exasperated. “uhm, yeah you do. you know when you- er..” you trailed off as you tried to put your words together.

“when i what?” he asked with a tilt to his head.

“you know!”

“i really don’t,” he said while he took a step closer to you. he stared at you, watching you fumble your explanation.

you waved a hand in dismissal, “nevermind.” the tiniest of a smug smile curved on his lips, a suspicious little glint in his gaze and he hummed.

“did it make you nervous?”

“so you did know!” you shouted, and all he responded with was a light chuckle.

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

shoto todoroki is fucking shameless. and surprisingly clingy.

he’d done a good job becoming a little more social little by little. he’s still a little wonky and awkward during the few times he tries to make conversation, but he tries and that’s the good part. you’re proud of him.

you’ve known shoto since you were kids, his closest friend, you’d seen him through it all and you’re so grateful that he’s found friends he feels comfortable and happy with, though he always reassures you that you’re dearest to him, which always makes you a little too giddy and flustered for somebody who’s supposed to be his closest friend and nothing more.

you’re in the cafeteria chatting with your mutual friends, shoto had told you to go off without him since he needed to go the bathroom and you found yourself sitting next to midoriya when he’d scooched in next to you, happy to see there was still a spot for him at the table. you liked midoriya a lot, he was sweet, cute and most importantly he made shoto come out of his shell in a way that you regrettably never could, plus the way he flails around when he gets embarrassed is pretty funny.

(you did notice ochaco’s face going completely blank for a few seconds, but you didn’t think much about it.)

after a few minutes of giggling and chatting shoto shows up, and something is immediately wrong with the way his natural straight face goes absolutely dead in the span of three seconds. it’s subtle, but you know him and it’s there. there also seems to be a chill in the room now.

he’s at your side of the table in three seconds, but he doesn’t register your smile in greeting as his cold gaze is glued to the green haired boy next to you.

“midoriya,” and his voice even sounds a little deeper, colder as he speaks like he somehow managed to use his right side on his mouth.

“that’s my seat.” he states calmly.

“oh ! my bad, todoroki !” izuku splutters an apology, but shoto’s eyes do not waver, staying fixed on the boy until he grabs his tray and makes a move to stand “i didn’t realize this was your spot, sorry !”

you feel a little bad at how intensely he’s apologizing, but you’re still shell shocked about that look. shoto seems unfazed though, his expression morphs slightly when izuku goes to squeeze in next to iida.

“i always sit next to yn.”

it’s so stupid. really, it is. how fast that makes your heart beat. because shoto does always sit next to you, he always has and he still always does when you come over to his house. but it’s the fact that he didn’t say he always sits here, in his unassigned assigned seat.

he said he always sits next to you. and your mind and heart races.

you don’t get much time to think because immediately he’s next to you, sighing before sitting as close to you as he can. he looks over to you and you look back, still a little startle but his features are soft again when he looks at you. he drops his utensils to thread his fingers with yours under the table.

“ did you wash your hands, mister ?” you tease, but you squeeze his hand when he squeezes yours. he frowns but it’s not the one from before. it almost looks like a pout and you snort.

“yes, i did.” he snips, you giggle and his eyes soften. even as you assure him you were just kidding he doesn’t mind, he couldn’t be mad at you.

you offer him a bite of your lunch as truce and he leans forward and plops a piece in his mouth from your chopsticks, then offers you a bit of his precious soba noodles and even holds a hand below them so they don’t spill because he insists on feeding you himself.

your friends pretend they don’t see the lowkey romantic exchange, but with the way shoto keeps insisting to have you eat his food and the soft barely there smile when you crack a joke that manages to break through his icey demeanor, they can start to figure out why he wanted to sit next to you so bad.

[matteglaze]

Thinking abt Todoroki Shouto, and how he isn't as dense as he comes across...

When reading fanfics Shouto is always oblivious and dense, and yes, I wholeheartedly agree with that—

But i feel like Shouto also does it on purpose, you know? Like, one day you're both talking, and he's just soo up close to your face. 'He probably doesn't realize' you rationalize inside your head, but no, he's definitely aware of the affect he has on you. Your reactions are cute, he thinks, cute in the way he can't seem to stop teasing you.

I think he'd pay extra close attention to people that are close to him, people he holds dear, so whenever you stutter, or your mind goes and blank and you think 'Oh, I hope he didn't notice that—' he does.

I think that's why I like the idea that he's actually a little menance, but the worst part is that he gets away with it !!

Whether it's saying something so humbling and out of depth— something that many would take offense to but think, 'well, he didn't really mean it that way— that's just how he is', NOPE!! he definitely meant it that way, but not clarifying anything saves him the trouble so why should he care yk...

Though, he mostly (all the time really) does it with you. Getting up in your personal space, saying things like "When we're on a mission together, I feel like I can handle anything as long as you're the one by my side"— and it flusters you sooo badly, but no, this is Shouto we're talking about, clearly he didn't mean it like that, right? Right? (And the entire time, he's trying to bite down a Cheshire grin)

So, yes, in the earlier years of being a hero he wasn't really great at communication and unaware of social cues— but now, he's practically evil with the way he acts around you.

Sometimes you think you see it; you're going to call him out on his behavior. There's no way he didn't know what he was doing when he held your face in his hands on a hot summer day, pulling you close and saying, "Is this cooling you down?" (No, actually, this was just heating you up)

But whenever you do call him out on it—

"You know, you're not that slick." You say one day, ice cream cone in hand as you walk next to him, bumping him with your hip. Your eyes slide over towards his mismatched ones, gauging his reaction closely. If you were anyone else you would have probably missed the slight quirk of his lip; the uplift of his brows. But you don't, and the grin on your face overtakes most of your features. Maybe today will be the day he finally admits it. Instead he doesn't speak, takes one lick of his mint chocolate ice cream and then he turns to you, a silent question appearing on his face. A taunt.

You let out a humourless breath, cone tight in your hand as you point it in his direction. Accusing him of something both of you know you won't be able to prove, but he knows you know, and you know he knows you know. But, it'd be really great if he could just admit it, because it's almost like a game.

A game between just the two of you.

"Don't try and act blonde now!" You chide, biting on your bottom lip to control the smile that tries to force it's way on your face.

Shouto smiles at your antics, leaning in close to you, and all of a sudden he completely invades your senses. The smell of mint on his lips is so close, and yet so far. He stares deeply into your eyes, and just as you thought you were getting closer to the truth— he brings his thumb up to wipe absent mindlessly at the corner of your mouth. He pulls back, looks you in the eyes, and takes a tentative lick at the frosty flavour on his thumb. With a cat-like tilt to his head, he says, "I'm not blonde?"

But, the worst part is whenever he speaks about you to others, he speaks so fondly of you; like one would do about their partner— but you guys aren't together. Sometimes he does it right in front of your face whenever you guys are at a hero gala. Shouto sees you talking to a new and upcoming, young, pro-hero and he immediately comes to your side. With how close he is, and with the things he says to them, "I can never imagine myself without them by my side." It gives people the idea that you're both, you know, a thing.

Little do you know, he's been playing this 'game' ever since high school, and even though the two of you aren't exclusive— it doesn't mean he can't get in his fun.

Todoroki Shouto is not good for your health.

[grenadehearts]

Twisted up with Shoto, you lie tangled in morning light as it spills through the bay window. The sun traces across his face—now chiseled, no longer carrying the roundness of youth from his days at U.A.

Time has sharpened him into the man lying in front of you.

His eyes are peaceful now, the constant worry that once lived in his mismatched gaze faded to something gentler. The sadness hasn’t left him entirely—it lingers—but it no longer owns him.

He’s taller now, stronger. The long red and white strands from his teenage years, always slipping across his face, have been traded for a short, uneven buzz—still messy when you run your fingers through it, still tousled from sleep. As he stirs, his hand still finds your wrist, fingers curling lightly to feel your pulse. He always sleeps like that. Says he can't rest unless he knows you're okay—not just in words, but through the steady beat of your heart.

His legs are tangled with yours, sweatpants bunched just enough to press warm skin against skin, sending shivers up your spine even after all these years. He blinks slowly, eyes unfocused at first, then zeroing in on you with a soft rasp, “Good morning, my love,” before nestling into your chest—the place he wishes, on certain days, he could crawl inside and disappear into completely.

But the day calls. Eventually, you both rise, socked feet padding across cold wooden floors. Shoto trails behind you, rubbing sleep from his eyes, his navy long-sleeve shirt too big—sleeves falling past his wrists. He yawns, wide and soft, while you open the cabinet to choose a tea.

You choose chai, brewing it with milk and creamer. Shoto, wordless but smiling, grabs a few apples you’d picked together at the orchard days ago. He slices them with gentle precision, arranging them on a plate into a smiley face, adding a sprinkle of cinnamon on yours.

It’s a lazy day. The sky outside glows golden, with leaves the color of crimson and sawdust drifting down in slow spirals. An owl perches silently on a thick oak branch, watching. The air carries that crisp bite of deep autumn.

You take your drinks to the swinging bench outside, the one that frames a perfect view of the mountains and the flame-colored forest. He hums a quiet tune—something soft, something for you—as you sip your tea and bite into a crisp apple slice that tastes of late harvest and something like healing.

The day unfolds slowly, not in a dragging way, but in a way you can savor—measured, precious. A day that reminds you both: you’re no longer trapped, no longer held in cages by those who mistook your open hands for surrender. No more lessons taught through cruelty. Just peace.

Shoto reads. You write. Later, you lie across the couch, your legs tossed over his lap. When your restlessness stirs, he shifts, letting his hand rest in your lap while you thread your fingers into his hair, nails scratching his scalp just right.

You take a lazy shower together, lathering jasmine soap over each other’s skin, steam wrapping around you like silk. The water is hot, seeping into your bones, unraveling what tension remains.

Night comes gently. You crawl into bed, and Shoto sits up behind you, brushing your hair with the special bamboo he insists is the only one that doesn’t pull. With patient, reverent hands, he braids your hair slowly, as if weaving a prayer.

You turn to him, cup his scarred cheek. Your thumb brushes over the burn that blooms beneath his eye. He smiles soft and sure, and you lean in to kiss him.

His hands slip into your hair, undoing the braid he just made without even realizing it. He holds you like a man starved, like he’s been waiting all day—maybe all his life—for this moment. Love spills out of him in waves, unraveling from his chest, rising to his lips, crashing into yours.

His kiss is tender, achingly full. The sounds he makes—soft, caught between sigh and hum—are the only lullabies you need. He tastes like the honey and milk, you stir into your tea, that saves your soul, with every warm sip.

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[paniniani]

can u do a fix where yn gives shoto aphrodisiac as a joke?

aphrodisiac! shoto x f! reader

an: nsfw, female reader, teasing, praise, sub/switch shoto, aphrodisiac, dubcon (just bc of aphrodisiac), this took so long, a man who yearns is a man who earns 🗣️ 2.1k words!

hearing the sound of your giggling, shoto turned his attention away from the shitty reality tv show you were both watching, faintly smiling at the sight of you laughing at your phone.

"what is so funny y/n?" he gently asked, peeking over your shoulder to see... a box of chocolates on your screen? slightly tilting his head in confusion, he waited for you to explain. he was so sweet, so innocent, you almost didn't want to tell him.

"i doordashed these stupid sex chocolates that i've been seeing on tiktok, i'm pretty sure they're a scam but it's just so funny to me that i wanted to get them as a joke."

"sex... chocolates?" he asked, voice trailing off after his words. oh boy. i guess you were on different sides of tiktok. "theyre like.. these aphrodisiac chocolates that allegedly make you hor- i mean they increase your sexual desire. but i don't think they're real, and it just seems so silly with these stupid ads i'm getting all the time."

"hm.." he looked off, seemingly deep in thought. "i don't really understand why i'd need this because i already find you.. very attractive, but i'll try it for you, even if it's just as a joke." his honesty made you blush, you loved how sweet he was to you (but secretly wanted to see him desperate for you instead). "aww shoooooo" you doted, peppering him with tiny kisses.

a few hours later, you got a notification that your order had arrived. after opening the small box, you snapped one of the chocolate squares in half, still half laughing at how stupid of an idea this was. calling out his name, you told todoroki to come into the kitchen, smiling at his still confused kitten-like expression as he stood in front of you.

reaching up to ruffle his hair, your hand slowly traced down the back of his head, pausing at the intersection between his neck and jaw, causing him to swallow hard. "you hungry sho? open up.." he quickly followed your instructions as you fed him the candy, thumb gently stroking the corner of his lips as he chewed. a flush spread across his face at the gentle care you were giving him. perfect, you thought, you already had him blushing.

as you waited for the effects to kick in, you went back to your room to get changed, settling on an oversized, off the shoulder tee which was hiding the real surprise: a brand new black lacy lingerie set, two tiny pink satin bows adorning the joint where the two cups met and the the lace seam of your (extremely) cheeky underwear. you'd never worn this kind of thing around him, he was in for a real shock.

re-joining him on the couch, you didn't miss the way his eyes burned into your now exposed thighs, you knew they were a weakness for him and decided to exploit it-- poor guy had no clue what he was in for. as you continued your show, he softly placed a hand on your leg, rubbing gentle circles.

thirty minutes later, you were engrossed in the drama of the episode and somehow forgot about the situation you'd created. you didn't even notice the growing tent in his pants as your favorite character narrowly avoided getting voted off. you'd been ignoring shoto's uncomfortable shifting and unsteady breaths for too long, and he couldn't take it anymore. the constant touch on your thigh suddenly turned into a hard squeeze, causing you to jump as he spoke in a serious, uncharacteristically breathy tone.

"y/n..... feel funny.. need you to help. please." his eyes were squeezed shut, jaw clenched and eyebrows drawn together as if he couldn't bear to look at you. poor sweet boy, you really should just give him what he needed, but you decided to make him wait a little longer. "hm? sorry shoto, i don't know what you need, you're gonna need to use your words." blushing bright red, his eyes snapped open at the rustling of you slowly, tantalizingly stripping off your shirt. "it's a little hot in here isn't it?"

you heard his breath hitch as you revealed more of your thighs and hips, conveniently turning away from him as the black lace covering your ass became exposed. looking over your shoulder, your mouth formed an o at the sight of him. todoroki was pretty much eye-fucking you, his hand needfully palming at his pants as tiny flames occasionally rippled off of his body. oh fuck. he had it real bad.

"please. can't take it. need you." he choked out, a drop of sweat (or maybe a melted piece of ice) trailing down his neck. voice almost a whimper, he managed to continue: "need to be inside you. i'm not going to be able to control myself much longer. please y/n, please-" "mmm, i'll think about it" you cut him off as you continued to strip in front of him, finally revealing the matching black lacy bra you'd been hiding. shoto softly cursed-a sound you'd never heard from his mouth- you were just waiting for him to lose it.

when you made eye contact with him and let a brief smile flash across your face, something flickered in his expression. what was once a look of sweet yearning snapped into what could only be described as absolute need. in a flash, he grabbed you by the hips and nearly threw you onto his lap, your face inches away from his own extremely red one. pleading, he tried one more time, clothed legs uncontrollably bucking up into you.

"please.. y/n. it hurts.." he softly whined, voice cracking as his throbbing cock began to leak through his pants. you've never heard him so undone, or seen his eyes so clouded with lust. "oh poor poor boy, m gonna make you feel better okay?" you murmured as you pulled his sweats and underwear down his thighs, revealing his twitching, painfully hard dick. you took your time settling between his legs, which proved to be a huge mistake-- you'd teased him for too long, and he was at his wits end.

before you could process it, he gripped the back of your head and shoved his dick down your throat, causing your choked-out cries to echo around him. between whimpers and shaky breaths, he spoke as calmly as he could: "i'm s-so sorry baby, i can't control myself. always taking such good care of me, need-mmph need you so bad." moaning around his cock at the praise, you allowed him to use you as his own personal toy as his hips bucked wildly, thrusting faster and faster deep into your mouth. "oh f-fuck-nnngh gonna- gonna, i'm gonna-"

using all your strength to pin his thighs down, you managed to stop his movements. you slowly pulled your mouth off of his cock, tongue gently tracing the tip. shoto's jaw was on the floor, eyebrows drawn together and were those.. tears? "w-why'd you stop?" he quietly wailed, having had his orgasm ripped away from him. "because sho," you purred as you placed his hand on the elastic of your thong, his fingers gripping your hip.

"first, i know how good that fucking cock is and i need it in me right now. second, i know you love it when i take control and make my sweet boy beg to cum." if his face was flushed earlier, it's a complete tomato now. you giggled at his silence. "cat got your tongue or something? that just won't do.. wanna hear you nice and loud for me okay?" nodding quickly, he fell back on the bed facing you, hands pulling at the high waisted lace of your lingerie. he pressed a single kiss to the bow adorning your underwear, making your heart skip a beat as he looked up at you with pleading eyes.

"please love, you look so beautiful, i'm sorry i couldn't control myself earlier. please touch me use me r-ride me, still hurts s-so bad." despite edging him to the point of tears, his voice was still calm. he was always so gentle to you despite how you treated him. with slow motions, you removed your thong, watching how his eyes lingered on the string of slick that connected it to your dripping pussy.

straddling him with your plush thighs, you gripped him with one hand, watching how his eyes fluttered shut as you dragged his length between your soaked folds, relishing in the shaky breaths that even this slight contact caused. you couldn't help but let out a groan when his angry red tip brushed against your clit, you were feeling almost as desperate as he was.

you gazed down at his face twisted in pleasure, eyes still scrunched shut as if looking at you would be too much for him. taking advantage of this, you grasped his length in both hands. slowly guiding the tip into yourself, you pulsed with need at the stretch. his eyes snapped open, tortured breaths turning into pleading moans: "ahhmmph-please, pleaseplease put it all the way i-" taking pity on him, you sank all the way down onto his cock, shoto writhing with pleasure underneath you as he covered his face with his muscular forearms, piercing eyes shyly peeking out at you.

overwhelmed by the feeling, todoroki couldn't help himself--you felt way too fucking good--he tightly gripped your waist with one hand, scooping your ass up with the other. from beneath you, his hips stuttered as he attempted to fuck upwards into you, making you clench around him and throw your head back as he thrust deeper and deeper, reaching places that your fingers simply couldn't.

"s-sho- fuck. shot-o" you begged, thinking of your promise to make him feel good, but it was hard when you were reduced to a babbling mess as soon as he entered you. "w-wait, wanna fuck ride you, stop stop please let me fucking ride you please let me make you feel good-".

in an unbelievable act of self control, his hips stuttered to a halt, white-knuckled hands gripping your hips. he looked unreal beneath you, lips parted and abs shaking as he followed your instructions like he always did. "s-so tight y/n.. so soft so- hhng does it feel good? please tell me it feels good" he babbled as you played with your nipples, letting him calm down for a moment before you continued, gripping onto his shoulders.

leaning forward, you pressed your lips to his, this sweet gesture turning sinful as you kissed down his face, tracing his jaw. when you got to his not-so-secret sensitive spot right below his ear, you sucked hard, accompanied by a roll of your hips against his own. his breathy, deep moans sound so pretty in your ear, you could hear the restraint in his voice as he tried to remain still for you.

"that's it, nice and good for me" you murmured into his neck, picking up speed as you began to slowly bounce on his dick, addicted to the sounds he made combining with the unholy sloshing of your pussy sucking him in. you could feel your high fast approaching, the friction too good to handle. shoto wasn't much better, you noticed his abs straining to hold out for you.

"love pl-please let me, so close please, m-gonna" he gasped, hips twitching but still letting you take control (just how he liked it). tracing your lips back up to his ear, you replied, barely coherent. "f-fuck yeah sho, fucking cum for me, so close, 'm right there with you yeah?"

quickening your pace, your eyes flutter shut as the overwhelming pressure in your stomach finally snaps, a shudder of pleasure exploding through the two of you like fireworks. hot sticky ropes of cum paint your insides, and you open your eyes to see shoto's head thrown back as he loses himself in his climax. eyebrows drawn together in pleading, tiny flames rippled across his body as he lost control. his body trembled as your cunt pulsed against him, milking him for all he had.

when the waves of pleasure finally subsided, you leaned down and pressed your mouth to his. slowly pulling off of his cock, cum spilled out of you, sinfully dripping down his defined v-line and onto the couch. "sho? you doing okay? that was a lot.." you whispered, wrapping around him like a koala. after catching his breath, he finally replied in a low whisper. "do.. do they make those in dark chocolate?"

[bunnyyyuu]

shoto who doesn't know how to show physical affection: he always clams up when it's touching time. it seems like he's running away from your love. it hurts your feelings big time, to be frank. but, wait! no, no, that's not it at all. he loves you, he cherishes you, he worships you.

even though his back is always pressed against yours at night rather than his arms tangled around you, he cares. despite his adversaries to intimacy, he cares. while he can't do much more than a hand-hold on a good day, he cares. he cares.

shoto who wakes up before the sun just to pack you a lunch for work. shoto who replaces the flowers in the vase on your bedside right before they start to wilt. shoto who's hands are in his pockets, but his eyes are always on you. shoto who spends his commute to-and-from patrols reading up on your interests and hobbies, so he can fully understand and sympathize with your adorable rants. shoto who pays for everything even though he doesn't have to. shoto who can't go shopping without picking up a "little something" for you. shoto who has a note on his phone filled with little things you've mentioned only once that you like or you want. shoto who makes time for you—"hero work is important, but not more than you." shoto who thinks you hung the stars, and who would hang them for you.

shoto who loves you his way.

[samulogy]

➵ giving pro hero!shouto his first head. m!reader

shouto had never really thought about it before.

sex, desire—those things had always been secondary, distant, something he never put much focus on. his life had been too structured, too controlled, too centered around training and expectations to leave much room for anything else.

it was just a passing thought, then suddenly it wasn’t.

and now—

now, you’re on your knees in front of him, eyes dark with something unreadable, hands splayed over shouto’s thighs as you lean in close.

shouto’s breath hitched. his fingers twitched at his sides, unsure of what to do, where to put them, or how to handle this. he knows you would never hurt him on purpose, but still.

“relax, shou,” you muttered. “you’re tense.”

shouto swallowed hard, biting the urge to let out a soft whimper. “this—this is—”

you tilt your head, waiting. “this is what?”

he opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

but he wanted it.

and you knew that.

knew it from the way shouto had gasped under your touch, from the way his hips had jolted slightly when your fingers brushed over the obvious bulge through his pants when you just got out of the shower.

“you’ve never done this before, have you?”

shouto exhaled sharply, shaking his head as his fingers curled into the sheets beneath him. and that’s cute, isn’t it? shouto gets to give you all of his firsts. kiss. sex. everything he gets to experience with you.

you chuckled. “god, you’re adorable, baby.”

he flushed.

“shut up.”

“make me.”

then—

your hands moved, slow and deliberate, undoing the button of shouto’s pants, pulling down the zipper. shouto’s eyes are probably burning holes through your skull at this point from how hard he was looking. it was really happening.

your fingers curled around his semi-hard cock, warm and sure, and shouto shut his eyes at the sensation. you gave him a few experimental strokes, your nail slightly digging into his sensitive tip—and shouto was arching his back from the simple stimulation.

“fuck,” he whined, voice tight. “g—gentle . .”

you hummed, amused, before leaning in, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the head of his cock. it’s long, warm, and well-trimmed—as if he was anticipating this. shouto’s whole body jerked.

and then—

hot.

wet, overwhelmingly hot, as you took him into your mouth, tongue flicking against the sensitive underside, lips wrapping around his cock in a way that sent sparks down shouto’s spine. shouto could no longer swallow his moans, his hands flying to your hair before he could think better of it.

hot and cold.

because shouto just now remembered that you had a tongue piercing. god—the cold metal ball gliding along his cock was too much—shouto could just cum like this.

you made a pleased noise, encouraging, before sinking lower, taking more of him in, your fingers gripping shouto’s thighs to hold you steady.

shouto’s head tipped back, breath ragged.

you were—

god, you were good at this. too good. like you had done this before—of course, you had probably done so, like you knew exactly what would make him come undone at your mercy. shouto didn’t even realize he was shaking until you pulled back slightly, looking up at him through your lashes.

“look at you,” you chuckled, thumb swiping over the flushed head of shouto’s cock. “so worked up already.”

shouto glared down at you, but it was ruined by the way his breath stuttered when you licked a slow stripe along his length, flicking your tongue back and forth his tip—and shouto swore he saw stars dancing in his vision.

“a—mmngh . . y/n, wanna cum, please,” he begged sweetly, tears appearing in his beautiful face.

“don’t worry, baby. i always have you, yeah?”

then—

you took him in again, deeper this time, until shouto’s mind blanked completely. if he became addicted to the feeling, it’s most certainly your fault.

[ink-stainedkiss]

‘Jacked and Kind’ Drabble - Bnha Boy Trio

Synopsis: Doing the ‘A Boy Who’s Jacked and Kind’ with Bakugo, Todoroki, and Midoriya!

A/N: This was a request! A fun one might I add. Hopefully you guys like it and don’t forget you can always request Oneshots, drabbles, Headcannons, etc! 🫶🏻

Warnings:None

Word Count: 1.1k

Katsuki Bakugo

Bakugo wasn’t stupid, he’s seen the trend, and when you brought it up to him, he wanted no part in it.

“C’mon Katsuki,” You whined, waving your screen in front of him,”It’ll be cute,” He huffed,”I don’t care.” Frowning, you plopped onto the couch next to him,”Why are you so against it?” He continued to read the book in his lap, slightly annoyed by your persistent,”Because it’s a stupid fuckin’ trend. Why do you need to film it to prove I can pick you up?” Smirking, you draped yourself over the boy, putting on a pitiful performance,”So we can prove our love.”

Scoffeing, Bakugo shoved you off of his arm, unfazed by your words,”Yeah, whatever.” You decided to move onto the next tactic,”I mean, if you’re too weak to do the trend then I understand…” Alas, Bakugo showed no reaction to your provocation. Your shoulders dropped and he let out a chuckle,”Did you really think that would work? You’re not as smart as I thought.”

Clearly the ‘kind’ part didn’t apply to your boyfriend. You groaned audibly and got up, finally leaving Bakugo to his reading. You stood, staring sorrowfully at this couple on your phone,”I guess I’ll ask Eijirou instead, I’m sure he’ll be up for it.”

Like a flipped switch, Bakugo was on his feet in an instant, his book left behind,”Like hell you will.” He uttered,”Set up your damn phone.” A giddy smile spread to your face as you set up your phone. I knew that would work.

Bakugou stood next to you begrudgingly, a scowl depicted on his features. The music started and you hoped your boyfriend wouldn’t get revenge by tossing you over his shoulders. His large hands gripped your hips and you didn’t have anytime to grab his wrist before you were being lifted from the ground. You were star struck. I didn’t even jump. Bakugo snickered at your reaction and flexed slightly for the camera. You posed for the camera, feeling Bakugo’s hand resting comfortably on your thigh. Right before the music ended, Bakugo flipped off the camera, making you let out a laugh.

He let you down easily, mumbling under his breath about how stupid this was and he was going right back to his book. That night, your post had blown up. You rested on your bed with Bakugo showing the hilarious comments.

i feel so disrespected.

in front of my salad??

the audacity to be in my fyp…

so cute! *blocks*

If one thing was true, Bakugo fit the jacked description extremely well.

・❥・

Shoto Todoroki

Shoto hadn’t seen the trend at all, which wasn’t a shocker, but when you came to him so energetic, he was curious to see what it was all about. He had to admit, the trend was cute. You stared at him with such hopeful eyes,”So? Can we do it Sho’?” He glanced at the video again, then at your face,”Will it make you happy?” You bobbed your head rapidly,”Yes, I’ve been dying to do this with you.” He gave a small smile, then gave a curt nod,”Then let’s do it.”

You were buzzing with happiness and your smile was blown wide in front of the camera. You started lip syncing to the music and then you felt Shoto’s hands on your hips. You knew Shoto had muscle (he always let you caress them whenever you liked) but you were still shocked by the ease of his movements. He gracefully lifted you, placing you onto his shoulder and you posed for the camera, crossing your leg over the other like a princess. Once it was over, Shoto put you on the ground softly, and as a thank you placed a gentle kiss on his cheek,”Thank you, Shoto.”

After a few hours, your video was flooded with likes and comments, but as you looked over the video, you realized Shoto wasn’t even looking at the camera. He didn’t flex or smile, instead his eyes were locked onto you, who was too busy looking pretty for the camera. He looked completely whipped for you and you couldn’t help but show it back to Shoto. The boy gave a simple shrug,”You looked beautiful, I couldn’t help myself.”

His words made you blush and you had to cover yourself ur embarrassment by tucking yourself into Shoto’s embrace. He didn’t know why you needed a hug all of a sudden, but he was happy to provide. When you calmed down, you both went through the comments. Shoto was a bit confused,”Why are they so angry?” You chuckled, shaking your head,”No, they’re not mad Sho’, they’re being sarcastic.”

on my wifi?

if you look closely you can see me hanging in the background 😊

you guys are adorable!! I’m standing in the middle of the highway rn!!

・❥・

Izuku Midoriya

Let’s be honest. Izuku is the one to come to you about the trend. He saw it on his feed and was thrilled to try it out. He practically bounced on his feet as you watched the couple. You knew Izuku wasn’t as tall as most of the guys on the trend, but if you knew one thing, it was that Izuku had arms for days, let alone his muscular legs. You passed Izuku his phone back, raising a brow at him,”And why do you wanna do this?” Izuku lit up, puffing his chest out with pride,”So I can show you off.”

If that wasn’t a perfect answer, then you don’t know what is. You were setting up his phone immediately. The song began to play and you stood next to Izuku happily. He grabbed your waist, lifting you swiftly onto his shoulder. He flexed his bicep, winking toward the camera, but unexpectedly he was bumping his shoulders up and you were slipping from your spot. You let out a gasp, but then Izuku’s arm was placed securely on your back and under your knees. You giggled out of shock and Izuku’s heart melted at how pretty you looked. He quickly stole a kiss and when he pulled away the video was already done.

He set you down carefully, a heavy blush tinting his face,”Sorry, I got carried away.” You rolled your eyes playfully,”You definitely don’t have to apologize.” He stood over your shoulder, watching the video back and he would be lying if he said he didn’t immediately save it to his camera roll. Later that day you were both cuddling on the couch and you checked the video, which was overfilled with hilarious comments.

am I interrupting something..?

stood up, shed a tear, then applauded

pls get a room.

this has to be cyberbullying.

You both were entertained by the comments, but then Izuku pointed to your caption,”Did you call me a ‘Short King’?”

[missdynamighttt]

This is not a request or anything like that, I just wanted to know which MHA guys would be willing to have a threesome, as canon and as less OOC as possible in your opinion!

⋆˚࿔ kia's note ˚⋆ FINALLY FINALLY OH MY GOD IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS, THANK YOU SO MUCH NONNIE. THE REQUESTS I GET ARE NICE BUT THEY ARE KINDA OOC AND PURE ON HARDCORE PORN IM NOT SURE IM USED TO YET.

NO TO THREESOME:

katsuki bakugo, shoto todoroki, tenya iida

honestly? i get these requests but i dont believe they'd be into that or want to do it. its a nice thought but its more that they just want you all to themselves.

they dont believe in sharing. plus, with the lack of intimacy they grew up with, it took AWHILE before yall have mindblowing sex. they won't let another person see how beautiful you look, when its supposed to be all for him.

its more of an ego thing for katsuki. even if you wanted to, his pride couldn't take it. besides, he can take care of you all by himself. he doesn't need another dick, or even a dildo to have you screaming and crying out in pleasure. and if it was a girl, he'd probably just ignore her anyway.

"sure as hell ain't sharin' you, sugar, thats for sure. tch, c'mere, gimme a kiss. i'll show you why my dick's all you need. gonna fuck these stupid ideas outta that pretty little head of yours."

meanwhile, shoto and iida is just reluctant. like i mentioned, it took you awhile in the relationship before hes fucking you so good. it also just feels weird when another person sees him like that, when its only all for you to see.

"my love... as... exciting, as the idea is, i don't think i like it. is that okay? i'm sorry. i'll make it up to you. now spread these legs for me, c'mon. i'll eat you out real good, i promise."

WILLING TO TRY:

sero hanta, kirishima eijirou, midoriya izuku

they wouldn't say outright no but not outright yes either. they're reluctant because another person would see you all vulnerable like that but the idea of bringing you more pleasure gets his dick really hard.

"it.. depends who its with, mi amor. i dont like it but i don't hate it. let's make a list, yeah? narrow it down and shit and we'll see." (y'all end up picking denki.)

"that's.. not what i was expecting. don't get me wrong, i don't hate it. its hot but its a little weird, y'know what i mean? okay, good. who to ask? bakugo would kill me... mina? she would too. but i'll ask." (she said hell yeah)

"oh! um... sure, why not? i'm not sure who we could ask, though.. maybe kacchan? oh! or, uraraka-san maybe. i'll call him and you call her." (both of them said yes but y'all decided on katsuki. you got drunk on both of their dicks real good.)

YES TO THREESOME:

denki kaminari

i think y'all know why he says yes. this man is kinky as shit, no denying that. he's a pervert but he's not a maniac like mineta. the image of you all fucked out taking on 2 cocks or kissing another woman while you're bouncing on his cock and he's eating her out.. its hot.

the challenging thing here was finding someone who was willing to have a threesome with him though. the person who ended up saying yes was sero. i imagine using both of their quirks to real good use, like bondage or shocking your needy clit.

"fuck, fuck, fuck. yeah? you like getting fucked by that, don't cha? c'mon baby, fuck his cock like you mean it, c'mon."

‎‧₊˚✧[ it's me, kia ! ]✧˚₊‧ ｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ��꒱┈• ｡ﾟ ‎‧₊˚✧[ more of katsuki ! ]✧˚₊‧

[seumyo]

more dad!shouto content to cleanse my soul.

Truth be told, your 8-month-old son, Shuu, also loved hearing you monologue. He looked at you like you hung the moon and back, adoring you in the form of giggles and tiny screeches.

You sat on the couch with your legs thrown over the armrest, cradling a drowsy Shuu against your chest. He was in his favorite onesie—the one with tiny bears holding umbrellas—and he kept pawing at the necklace you always wore, his fingers clumsy but insistent. His head rested snugly beneath your chin, warm and soft, and every so often, he let out a quiet coo that melted your heart like butter on a stack of pancakes.

Todoroki was in the kitchen, his sleeves rolled up, flipping pancakes like he was born to be domestic. Those cooking classes you encouraged him to take were finally paying off. The sun made his two-toned hair glow, and the sight of him wearing a pastel-pink apron with little strawberries on it—your favorite apron—shouldn’t have made your heart flutter, and yet here you were, contemplating the absurd luck of it all.

“…Mhm,” you hum to yourself, your voice light with disbelief. “I really did that.”

Shuu babbled as if agreeing with you, patting you collarbone with a tiny hand.

“Yes, baby. I mean, look at him,” you continued softly, speaking in that conversational tone one uses when there’s an audience of one infant. “He’s gorgeous. Objectively. Like—did you see those cheekbones? And the whole broody, mysterious hero thing? I bagged that. Me. Charisma? Carried. Humor? Came in clutch. This face? Okay, she helped, but bub, she needed backup.”

You gently kissed the top of Shuu’s fluffy head, then glanced toward the kitchen again, eyes trailing over the quiet, graceful way Todoroki moved. He plated the pancakes with care, added a few slices of fruit on the side, and dusted it with powdered sugar like he was on a cooking show.

Yummy.

The pancakes and your husband the fruits.

You could only blink.

“Your dad used to make girls stammer just by looking at them. Real stoic, jawline-of-the-gods, tragic past and all. And then here I come, tripping over my own shoes, telling jokes about haunted vending machines and crying over animated penguins in documentaries, and somehow—somehow—he looked at me like I was the most fascinating thing in the room.”

You adjusted Shuu slightly, mindful of his tiny head as it lolled sleepily against your shoulder. You pat his back softly, knowing once he burped, he’d be off to dreamland.

“I still remember our first proper date. I had spinach in my teeth the whole time, and he didn’t say a damn thing until the end of the night, and then just—‘You have something green in your teeth, but it was cute so I didn’t mention it.’ Who does that? Who says that?”

Oh, the horror of that memory.

Shuu blinked up at you, eyes slowly drifting closed.

“Your dad. That’s who,” you said with a half-laugh, booping his nose. “And I married him anyway. Because even when he says the weirdest stuff, he means it. He really means it.”

You rested your cheek against your baby’s head again, humming softly.

“You’ve got my eyes, you know,” you whispered. “And his pouty mouth—god help you. That pouty look on your face is going to let you get away with most things. I’m so sorry in advance, and you’re welcome—in a way.”

Todoroki chose that moment to walk over with two plates, setting one down on the coffee table and handing you the other. “Sorry I took a bit longer,” he said, glancing at the baby nestled in your arms. “Did he fall asleep?”

“Almost,” you replied with a warm smile, accepting the plate. “He likes hearing me monologue about how your genetics were blessed and how I saved our child from mediocrity with my superior charisma.”

Todoroki blinked at you.

“Is that what that was about?”

“Don’t act like you didn’t know,” you teased, lifting a forkful of pancake to your mouth. “You were towally into me from day one.”

“I was,” he admitted with zero hesitation, sitting beside you and stealing a bite from your plate—which made you quietly gasp, swatting at his arm softly. “You were very loud.”

“I was confident.”

“You called my scar mysterious and then compared it to a toasted marshmallow.”

...

“In my defense, it is very marshmallowy in vibe. And you know, I ran my mouth like crazy back then.”

Todoroki hummed noncommittally, then leaned in to brush a kiss against your temple. “You were funny,” he murmured. “Still are.”

You raised your brow.

“Were? You think the material’s gone downhill?”

“No,” he said with a faint smile. “I’m just used to it now. Doesn’t catch me off guard anymore.”

You gasped, scandalized, but Shuu made a tiny distressed noise at the sudden jostle, so you immediately shifted back into Mom Mode and soothed him with gentle rocking.

Todoroki watched you with the kind of adoration that made your heart skip a beat, and then, without needing to say anything, he took over—slipping his arms around Shuu and lifting him from your chest with all the care in the world.

“Come on, little guy,” he said softly, resting Shuu against his shoulder. “You’ve been glued to Mom all morning. Let’s give her a break.”

Shuu snuggled right in, immediately settling down. He even yawned, so cute and soft with his rounded cheeks—like a dumpling. You melted.

“Okay, yeah,” you murmured. “You’re still totally out of my league.”

Todoroki looked over his shoulder. “Good thing I chased you until you let me in your league.”

You let out a helpless little laugh, covering your face with your hands. “Ugh, you’re so smooth and pretty. Shuu, I hope you inherited my charm, because if you inherited both your Daddy’s looks and his mysterious aura, the world’s not ready.”

“I think he got the best of both of us,” Todoroki said simply, brushing a hand over Shuu’s soft hair.

And you couldn’t argue with that. Not when their little boy had now fallen asleep peacefully against the chest of a man who never once asked for perfection—only presence, only warmth. Somehow, your bad puns, big heart, and late-night rambles had been enough.

More than enough.

Yeah. You really did that.

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[sh0t0xgirlfriend]

001: Timeskip!Shoto Todoroki Headcanons~!

♡ timeskip!shoto todoroki that got even more handsome in his adult years, his cute baby features slowly turning into the mature / hot type.

♡ timeskip!shoto todoroki who has an entire female fanbase of him from all around the world not just japan! he's popular but treats his fans quite well. <33

♡ timeskip!shoto todoroki who spoils you a bunch, being the no. 2 hero gives him stacked up cash so yeah, he uses his own money to buy you things. (he loves you, that's why)

♡ timeskip!shoto todoroki who has the cutest bed hair. imagine him waking up with his hair all messy and poofy and he just looks so pretty— surely you would melt just seeing him like that, right??

♡ timeskip!shoto todoroki who just says the most randomest of all random words— he might make some random meme references and it'll take you some time to understand it whole.

♡ timeskip!shoto todoroki who absolutely adores soba dates. soba has always been his favorite food, and eating it with the love of his life (you, ofc) is just enough to make him happy.

♡ timeskip!shoto todoroki who will definitely be an amazing dad, he may be unexperienced with kids, but he will surely try to love his kids and give them the warmth he didn't have growing up.

♡ timeskip!shoto todoroki who would buy keychains that remind him of you. just imagine him walking to a trinket store and seeing a cute flower keychain then decides to buy it and put it in his hero costume's belt. you'd ask him why he has that and he'll just say "it reminds me of you."

♡ timeskip!shoto todoroki that has a photo of you as his wallpaper. whether it's a selfie, a post from your instagram, a candid pic he took— he just wants to see your face when he opens his phone.

♡ timeskip! shoto todoroki who would always remind you for kisses before he goes to work when you forget. it's a mandatory thing for him lol, he would go "you forgot something" and he points at his cheeks and you already know what to do.

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

shouto’s the type to feel too far away from you when you’re not at arms length. so whenever he has homework to do he does it on his tatami floor while holding your hand. he’s unbothered too, arm not cramping or moving while he writes perfectly well (or he tries) with his other hand. when you think about your position you can’t help but laugh from your spot laying on the floor. shouto never gets what you find funny.

[matteglaze]

Shouto Todoroki likes it when you get jealous

There's no particular reason, really, but he just likes it. The way your body instinctively moves closer to his; silently staking a claim on him. He likes how you hold a tight grip on his wrist, thumbing circles where his vein is.

But most importantly, he likes when you pull him away while grumpingly prepping kisses on his face.

And maybe, once in awhile, he does it on purpose.