#[Muse: Todoroki Shoto]

[mikamuse]

WHERE YOU GIVE THEM KISSES

+ feat. midoriya izuku, bakugou katsuki, todoroki shouto, shinsou hitoshi, amajiki tamaki

+ tags & warnings. domestic fluff, not proofread, gn!reader

MIDORIYA IZUKU… loves forehead kisses. finding comfort in your arms after a hard day at work, buries his face into the crook of your neck as he squeezes you in his arms. a hand carefully pulls him up to look at you before leaning to plant a kiss on his temple.

BAKUGOU KATSUKI… won’t admit it but he loves it when you kiss his hands. watches as you gently grab his hand and traces the lines on his palm up to the tips of his fingers. a red hue rises on his face as you leave kisses on the tips of his fingers, across his knuckles, all over the back of his hand.

TODOROKI SHOUTO… loves when you cup his face and kiss all over his face. the feeling of your soft hands gently holding his face, your lips leaving light kisses all over; making sure to give his scar some extra love. feeling slightly dejected when you stop, rubbing your thumbs along the apples of his cheeks. giving him a gentle smile before you lean in to give him a kiss.

SHINSOU HITOSHI… loves shoulder kisses. lazy morning kisses when you’ve just woken up, turning in bed to give him a small kiss on the shoulder. dancing at 3 am in the kitchen, hands clasped together, your head resting on his should, turning your head to leave a kiss before he dips you.

AMAJIKI TAMAKI… loves nose kisses and gets embarrassed by it. a red hue rises up his face when you randomly peck his nose. it’s a routine for you to give him a kiss. arms wrapped around you as you cup his face, leaning over to give him a kiss on the tip of his nose, indigo eyes going cross eyed as he watches you. he hopes that you can’t feel his heart pounding in his chest as he holds you closer.

©️ MIKAMUSE

[cosmic-evening]

ᯓ★ what have you done to me?

shoto x gn!reader

based on lovesick by laufey

mha m.list | gen m.list

it's so unlike him.

it had only been three days since shoto saw you in the little café he always went to. you were sitting by the window, the gold rays of the sun basking you in an ethereal light. there was a light breeze from when he’d opened the door, your hair dancing in the sunlight.

it was like time had stopped.

and shoto found himself wishing that he never had to look away.

he couldn’t put a name to the feeling in his stomach when you looked over and smiled at him. his heartbeat quickened, his grip on his messenger bag tightened, and he wanted, so desperately, to smile back at you.

but in an instant, the moment was gone, you turning your head back to the mug you were sipping from.

and the feeling in shoto’s heart? it was almost like mourning.

and now, he’s trying so hard to hold on to the memory of you, wishing you were with him. there’s only one question on his mind: why was he feeling this way? he'd never had such a full-body reaction to just seeing someone before.

it wasn’t until he’s talked to fuyumi about this strange, fluttering feeling in his chest, that he realises what it is.

lovesickness.

shoto's always been a methodical person. his routine was immaculate, perfect, designed to optimise efficiency every day.

but now, because of this—lovesickness, he’s spending more time in bed every morning, thinking of the way your hair fluttered in the wind, the way your fingers so gracefully curled around the mug, the way your eyelashes rested on your cheekbones as you blink.

he thinks about it as he walks to school, as he does his hair in front of the mirror every morning, as he stares off into the distance during class—something he, rank number five in the class, had never done before.

and it’s one day in class, while present mic explains grammar rules in english, when he decides to go back to that café.

his hands are sweating a little, and his heartbeat is stuttering in his chest. But he takes a deep breath, swallows the fear, and steps inside the café.

you don’t notice him at first. you're sitting at the same table as you did that day, typing away on your laptop. but when he walks up to your table, small, hesitant steps at first, you look up at him and smile.

and shoto doesn’t know what he was scared of all this time.

he's still in a little bit of disbelief when he walks away with a new contact in his phone, and new plans for the weekend.

because maybe, just maybe, you could be the cure to his lovesickness.

[springismss]

hey hey my lovely witchlings!

just a quick update regarding requests - i’m closing them for the moment.

this wasn’t a decision i took lightly because i love what you all send me to write!

truth be told, i’ve been unwell for a few weeks with my chest, that much so i landed myself in hospital yesterday having to be hooked up to machines for who knows how long.

i’m finally home but it’s just to give myself a chance to get myself sorted and get some stuff written over the next few days.

so i’m sorry for the radio silence for the past few days/weeks.

on my to write list is;

5x dabi requests (to the anon who sent theirs in, yours is included in this count 😊)

2x chapters of my villain

jealous shoto

shinso work

gojo work

i’m so excited to write these despite what’s happened!

once i’m feeling better, i’ll open requests again so please bear with me for the next few days.

thank you for all the support so far though, it means the world to me.

until the next post 🖤🖤

[remiruen]

[heterochromatica]

"No you extras, he's taken."

[cc-mha-plus-ultras]

(cc) Bakugo: Cereal is not soup. What the hell have you guys been eating?

(cc) Shoto: I guess it can be like cold soup in the mornings.

-shrugs, doesn’t really mind it, so won't judge people for it-

(cc) Izuku: Oh! Have you seen All Might’s new 'Iron Might' cereal? It’s got extra iron and protein, and a chance of getting an Iron Might figurine inside with-

(cc) Bakugo: Damn it Deku! Maybe you should stop being a hero and go into advertising instead!

(cc) Izuku: Well I would but… -still has stage fright, lmao-

// dash commentary on this – with @historias-multorum

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

Which Type of Love interest Would you be in a dating simulator?

Shoto Todoroki

The sweetheart with an enigmatic dark past

You're always polite and kind with others. That makes people feel comfortable around you and many would consider you a close friend. However, you seldom feel connected with those around you. You feel like they don't know you, the real you, and they never will because you'll never allow them. It takes a great amount of time and trust for you to show yourself as you truly are, because you repress most of your feelings and desires, and mask them with a calm and collected personalty. It just seems easier that way, safer. But remember that if you bottle everything up, it will explode one day, maybe in ways you aren't proud of.

tagged by: @historias-multorum

tagging: @demon-blood-youths @chunibyo-x-sorcerer @within-the-resort @ask-the-monster-nest and others that wanna try. Have fun.

[ofxicexandxfire]

Shouto's B-Day Event

"Oh, right... it's my birthday..." He nearly forgot. Again.

OOC: Sorry I've been gone for so long. Feel free to send him gifts and birthday messages! I'll reply to them ASAP.

[the-aerispace]

Okay you may have been wondering why I have not been drawing MHA fusions for the past few days... or not idk.

But this is why!!!

This fic is not in chronological order and is actually second! I will sort them later but for now here we are.

It's Todoroki centric, and this is actually my first time writing him. I liked it quite a lot and it was very very fun! Please read it and also tell me if I made any spelling mistakes!

[redlineoffate]

@demon-blood-youths [x]

She was strong, he gave it to her. But he wasn't going to give up. He again created a huge wall of ice and a wall of fire, directing them towards Ink. If he gives up now, he won't be able to become a good hero. He can do more and better! He needs to train more.

"The sword is really dangerous"

He needs to come up with a good tactic against this. Worst case scenario, he would have to ask Midoriya to do it for him. He must find the weak point in her attack…

More fire, more ice!

[heroic-endeavors]

Shoto had been sitting at one of the dining tables doing some studying. Occasionally his phone would start ringing. But he never did answer. Instead silencing the ringing before setting it back down again and then resuming what he was doing.

[cosmic-evening]

ᯓ★ suddenly, i had a valentine

shoto x gn!reader

based on valentine by laufey

a/n: for valentine's day !!

mha m.list | gen m.list

shoto's always rejected affection.

from childhood, he'd been estranged from his siblings, being raised to become the new #1 hero. he could barely remember his mother's touch, his siblings' punches. he could only remember the feeling of tatami under his palms when he fell during training. he'd never really had friends his age either, due to spending all day inside with endeavor.

that all changed when he went to ua.

suddenly, he was known as the "handsome guy from class 1-a". there were people, boys and girls alike, who would ask him out. there was even that third-year girl who found the courage to ask him, a first-year, on a date.

he turned them all down every time. it almost became a reflex for him.

until you.

for some reason, he couldn't bring himself to say no. you'd brought him a box of chocolates for valentine's day, and he found his heart melting.

to his surprise, he found himself enjoying your company.

to your surprise, he asked you to be his a month later.

and here you are.

a year later, he asks you out for valentine's day with a box of chocolates.

it's sweet, you think. shoto's taken you to the fair that just opened, one that you'd mentioned wanting to go to. he almost looks ethereal in the soft sunset glow, with his hair falling in front of his eyes and the tiny smile adorning his features.

"you're so pretty, shoto."

you don't mean to say it, but when you see a faint blush dusting his cheeks, you find that you're glad you did.

there's a flicker of surprise, then hesitation, like he doesn't know what to say.

"you- you're pretty too, y/n."

and it's that moment when you realise that this is his first time. that this — what you're experiencing now — is the first time he's ever opened his arms to affection.

it's barely an i love you. but it's so incredibly shoto that you can't help but have your breath taken away.

and suddenly, it all feels so surreal.

it's like you blinked, and suddenly you had a valentine.

[macheinroyale]

**please be kind**

My first ‘real’ digital piece.

I did this for a dear friend.

I’m learning.

It’s fun.

Please enjoy my weird, poorly doodled, lines.

Thank you for showing love.

[kateschi]

the first lean

synopsis: shoto faces his fears as he holds your daughter for the first time.

pairing: timeskip!todoroki shoto x f!reader

the hospital room is silent, save for the soft hum of the overhead lights and the occasional shuffle of feet in the hallway.

you lie back on the bed, exhaustion pulling at your limbs, but your gaze stays fixed on shoto.

he sits in the chair beside you, his hands on his knees, his posture tense.

his expression is unreadable, but you can see the hesitation in the way his fingers flex, the faint furrow in his brows.

the bassinet sits just a few steps away, the faintest of movements stirring from within it.

the nurse approaches, a bundle of soft fabric cradled in her arms. “are you ready to hold your daughter?” she asks, her voice gentle.

shoto doesn’t answer right away. his eyes flicker to you, then to the tiny bundle in the nurse’s arms.

“I…I don’t know if I should,” he says finally, his voice low. “what if I hurt her?”

your heart aches at the vulnerability in his words, and you reach out, your hand brushing his arm. “shoto,” you say softly, “you won’t. she’s safe with you.”

he hesitates, his jaw tightening, but eventually, he nods. the nurse steps closer, carefully transferring your baby into his arms.

shoto’s hands tremble slightly as he takes her, cradling her against his chest. for a moment, he just stares, his expression shifting as he takes her in.

she’s tiny, her cheeks round and soft, her little hands peeking out from the swaddle. shoto’s breath catches as she stirs, her face scrunching slightly before relaxing again.

“she’s…chubbier than I expected,” he murmurs, almost to himself. “like those old pictures my mom kept of me.”

a small laugh escapes you, though your voice is tired. “she takes after you, then.”

his lips twitch in a faint smile, but his focus doesn’t waver. he adjusts his hold slightly, his movements careful and deliberate, as if she might shatter with too much force.

your little girl shifts again, her head turning just slightly until her cheek rests against his chest. when she leans into him, her tiny hand brushing the fabric of his shirt, shoto freezes.

the room feels impossibly still as his expression crumbles.

his eyes glisten, tears slipping down his cheeks silently as he stares at her. “she knows me,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper. “she leaned towards me.”

you watch him, your throat tightening at the sight. “of course she does,” you say gently.

shoto doesn’t respond immediately. his gaze remains locked on the tiny face nestled against his chest, his tears slipping silently onto his cheeks.

“I didn’t think…” he starts, then pauses, swallowing hard. his grip on her adjusts, his thumb brushing lightly against her swaddle. “I didn’t think I’d feel like this. like nothing else matters except her.”

your heart swells at his words.

even in his hesitance, in the fear he doesn’t know how to hide, you see the depth of his love. “that’s because she’s your world now,” you murmur. “our world.”

finally, he looks at you, his eyes shining, though his expression is soft. “you’ve been my world for a long time,” he says, his voice barely audible. “she’s just…an extension of that.”

your brows lift at his words, and you give him a faint smirk despite the tiredness weighing you down.

“getting a bit poetic on me, huh? must be all those sleepless nights coming up with baby names.”

shoto lets out a breath that might almost be a laugh, though his focus stays on your baby.

“you’re the one who vetoed all my suggestions,” he murmurs, carefully brushing the soft blanket back to get a better look at her tiny face.

“because you wanted to name her after food,” you retort, a little laugh escaping you. “we’re not naming our kid mochi, shoto.”

“she does look a little like one,” he muses, his lips twitching into a rare, lopsided smile.

you can’t argue with that. her round cheeks and delicate features are undeniably adorable, her resemblance to a sweet dumpling undeniable—though that might just be the exhaustion talking.

still, you find yourself relaxing in the warmth of the moment.

shoto’s eyes shift to you after a beat, his expression softening. he leans forward slightly, adjusting her in his arms as he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, the words so quiet they almost don’t reach you.

your smile falters. “sorry? for what?”

“for the pain,” he says, his lips brushing your skin again as he pulls back. “for what you went through to bring her into the world. I…I hate that I couldn’t do anything.”

the vulnerability in his voice tugs at you, and you lift a hand to rest it against his cheek. “shoto,” you say softly, “you were here. that’s everything I needed. and look at her—she’s worth all of it.”

his jaw tightens, his mismatched eyes darting back to her. she stirs again, a tiny hand poking out from the swaddle, and he immediately adjusts his hold, his movements so careful it’s almost comical.

“still,” he murmurs. “I don’t think I could watch you go through that again.”

a surprised laugh escapes you, though it’s weak from exhaustion. “what are you saying? no more kids?”

he looks at you seriously, his lips pressing into a firm line. “I’m saying,” he begins slowly, “that I can’t see you in pain like that again. one baby is enough.”

you roll your eyes, though the tenderness in his words makes your chest ache. “you’re being dramatic.”

“maybe,” he admits, his lips twitching in that familiar, understated smile. “but I mean it. she’s enough for me.”

your laugh is softer this time, more of a breath than a sound. “let’s see how you feel when she starts asking for a sibling,” you tease, though you know his resolve runs deeper than he’s letting on.

she shifts in his arms then, letting out a tiny noise that could almost be a sigh.

both of you freeze, staring at her in wonder as she settles again, her little fingers curling against shoto’s shirt.

you meet his eyes, feeling a warmth that goes beyond the exhaustion and the ache in your body. this is shoto, in his quiet, steady love, holding both your worlds in his arms.

you lean against the pillow, letting your eyes drift closed, secure in the knowledge that this moment—this new chapter—belongs to all three of you.

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[mytheoristavenue]

Shy Makeouts with Your Fav!

Summary: You initiate a makeout as a confession and he's just putty in your hands!

Warnings: Just fluffy stuff, makeouts, sub!character, dom!reader, gn!reader

"H-Hold on..." He said, staring up at you shyly. He'd always had the softest spot for you and no matter how confident he could be, no matter how resilient- he never could tell you no. That's what had him sitting on his own bedroom floor with you in his lap, kissing down his jaw without any shame for knowing neither had confessed yet.

"Sh-Shouldn't we talk about this first...?" He asked weakly, swallowing thickly as his head rolled to the side to give you more room. This felt so taboo, and yet he had no intent to stop it. "Hey..." He shuddered while your lips brushed his throat, but his palms stayed planted on the floor.

He could never pinpoint what it was about you that made him so shy. Maybe it was you dazzling smile or the mischievous glint your eyes would have when you had an idea that would get him in trouble. Kinda like right now. You were smirking at him for above, peppering his face with kisses, giggling at his blushed cheeks and furrowed brows.

"I'm seriou- ahh..." He sighed, melting when your lips brushed the shell of his ear. Your playful giggle rang in his ears as he tried to muster the willpower to stop you, to make you talk things out with him. "W-Wait, please-" He begged, trembling under your touch, but his arms betrayed him, pulling you closer instead of pushing you away. "Just talk to me, you know I hate it when you get all cryptic..."

"What would you like me to say, big guy?" You finally mused, breath hot on his ear.

"That you like me...?" He confessed with red cheeks. "T-That you keep kissing on me because you want be my..." He didn't have the heart to finish his thought, the embarrassment becoming too much to bare.

"Oh, but I do like you..." You smirk deviously. "And I do want to be whatever it is you want me to be." You didn't miss how his infectious, dopey grin cracked across his face at your confirmation. "There's that cute smile..." You giggled, settling back into his lap as he melted against your touch like butter in a pan. "Now, where where we?"

Mezo Shoji, Fumikage Tokoyami, Mashirao Ojiro, Eijiro Kirishima, Tamaki Amajiki, Izuku Midoryia, Tenya Iida, Hanta Sero, Shoto Todoroki, Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu, Juzo Honenuki, Shihai Kuroiro, Iguro Obanai, Inosuke Hashibura, Tanjiro Kamado, Gyomei Himejima, Tomioka Giyuu, God Usopp, Roronoa Zoro, Vinsoke Sanji, Cyborg Franky, Portgas D. Ace, Spirit Albarn, Soul Evans, and whoever else you'd like!

I hope you guys like this format! I wont be doing this like this all the time, but I thought it might be a way to give yall something when I'm away for a few days at a time!

[heterochromatica]

Problem solving is not his strongest suit or at least that's what he thinks of himself most of the time. Even as a pro-hero. Thankfully when emergencíes arise Shoto is equipped with admittedly incredible reflexes and reliable gut-feelings on how to deal with it.

With a swoop of his arm and a stomp on the ground the road ahead of him turns into a solid crystalline surface and the temperature around them drops several degrees, his icy breath forming small puffs of frozen air as he closes in on them. This was the chance he had been waiting for. Chasing a car until they took a turn where he could finally get ahead and block their path. Frozen spikes, crawling up the skyscrapers, covering up the road, blocking the gaps between the buildings, creeping over the paths, the streetlamps, the sidewalks.

He's learned to control his quirk well enough to avoid any human beings in it's path when applying it to such a large area, but that did cost him a lot of energy. Well, up and downsides.

Now that the villains way of escape is blocked, they will have to either face him together or scatter and try to run for the hills, first and foremost they will have to exist their car and as if on cue, they do. The doors fly open and people pile out. Their vehicle is uselessly stuck in ice now.

They are many and he's alone but he's handled less fortunate situations. He's not a teenager anymore, he knows how to fight at a disadvantage for as long as necessary. He's already called for back-up too, but he doesn't know how long it's gonna take for anyone to reach him in this urban canyon with people panicking in a stormy ocean of screaming faces, crying and yelling. Shoto has to take it all in, consider it carefully, trying to think ahead. The thing he's most worried about, is people getting caught in the crossfire, he will have to avoid that at all costs.