#bnha todoroki shouto x reader

[sugarlywhispers]

t.shouto + makes his gf squirt

☆—fem reader, NSFW, smut, squirting, praising.

☆—a.n; sooooooo, here it is! the last one, cuz i already squeezed everything i had for this theme from the very back of my brain, so sorry it's shorter than the others🙈 i hope yall still like it~♡

“Babe, I don’t think we should- mmf,” the whispered sentence was interrupted by your boyfriend's lips when they crashed against yours. His tongue exploring your mouth fiercely, like he couldn’t get enough. Like he needed that kiss as much as the air to live.

Next thing you know, you’re lying on the big, expensive couch in his living room, his body over yours in between your willingly open legs where you could feel his bulge grind against your covered core, fully hard against the front of his sweatpants. His kiss demanding and tongue sensually dancing with yours. If you were being honest, you couldn't–or wanted actually, to put any force against him. While demanding, his kisses always put you in a trance that made your mind float away to somewhere close to heaven.

As your arms surrounded his neck, one of his hands found its way inside your shorts and panties, caressing in soft, delicate circles over your clit. You whined as quietly as you could, the sound getting lost inside his mouth, when two of his fingers slipped over your wet pussy and thrusted inside, deep.

Your back arched, head turned back, feeling so full even with just two of his fingers.

“Shit, babe. You're so tight, even for my fingers,” he murmured against your ear, before nipping the skin right under it.

You were really trying to be as silent as possible, but Shouto wasn’t helping you succeed in it. Especially when his fingers kept thrusting in and out, going so deep, and sometimes curving inside and touching that little button that set you off so fucking deliciously. You lost track of time, only enjoying the pleasure he was giving you.

When... you felt it coming.

“Fuck! Shou-… Babe,” you moaned in a high-pitched tone, as noiseless as you could. Fuck, his two best friends, Bakugou and Midoriya, were in the house! You couldn’t make any noise. But it was so hard not to. Even more then, when you were feeling the same sensation you once felt when he made you squirt.

“What is it, baby? Gonna cum? Gonna squirt for me, Y/N?” You nodded, whining, his fingers working you closer to your high. His free hand slid under your head, fingers tangling on your hair and tugging it. His forehead rested over yours, heavy breathing interlacing between the two of you. “Do it. Squirt for me.” 

That was all you needed. Todoroki Shouto watched you with eyes full of lust and adoration as you let yourself go. Squeezing your eyes shut, losing every sense of time and place. Your body trembling under his, hands grabbing his shoulders strongly, feeling your nails even through the cloth of his t-shirt. Your walls tightening so hard around his fingers, it made him hiss with desire. And then, he felt that special wetness. His fingers kept thrusting, palm rubbing over your clit, feeling the little streams that came out and crushed against his palm that kept rubbing over your clit. 

He was going to make you go crazy.

But if you were on his mind for a second, you'll know that it's him who is completely crazy for you.

When it was over, your body was still spasming after cuming that hard, and he smiled cocky and proud of himself.

Yep, he was going to be the death of you.

But what a pleasant death...

[stvllioner]

Makeup Sex HCs

-> dabi/t. todoroki, s. todoroki, e. kirishima & k. bakugo

Dabi | Shouto Todoroki | Eijiro Kirishima | Katsuki Bakugo x [GEN]Reader

CONTENT WARNING(S): sexual content, makeup sex. 🧍🏽‍♀️

COUNT: 1.1K words [1-3 mins each].

READ MORE: masterpost + [students | bakugo | adults masterlists]

A/N: ive been wanting to write this for a hot min and now i finally did sjdjsjdn anyways this will be my last nsfw work for students. pretty anti-climatic but 🤷🏽‍♀️ i will be releasing the rest of my sfw stuff for them somewhere else so stayed tuned for that. 👀 ANYWAYS I AM SAUR READY FOR THE DABI CONTENT IM GONNA BUST 🥰 THANK YOU ANON AND HAPPY YEAR YALL. 🤢🤟🏽🤟🏽🤟🏽

if its serious & Dabi knows hes fucked up, hes gonna force himself to talk about it.

don't think that he’ll be mature 100% but he will communicate with you.

is a little manipulative (don't come at me we know he ain't at therapy) and might divulge to get into your good graces once again.

makeup sex with Dabi entirely depends on how serious he finds the situation.

if it's something super serious (to him) then he will not go for sex and will not want to be touched physically like at all. comfort wise too.

but when it's something where all you two need to do is properly communicate, he's actually more empathetic. you could almost say the makeup sex between you when this happens is more… intimate.

if submissive!Dabi is something you like, here he is!

don't expect him to go full on tho, he’ll just relinquish a bit more of letting you take control as a form of apologizing.

[+] only you have been able to see him in such a position… you better be thrilled.

gets more needy tho? the audacity… if you love brats there here he is.

tries to say stuff to throw you off, shit like if you're teasing him he'll say something along the lines of, “stop playing and come sit on my cock, doll.” or “look at you slobbering all over my dick, you greedy XYZ.”

a little whiney about it too, has no shame whatsoever, though.

if he's the one giving you head, it's very messy and sloppy like he's making out with your nether regions. his goal is to have you c(um)e undone and having you surrender your thoughts to him.

when you two actually get to fucking though, it's really rough and grabby at first. it's as if you two are trying to fight each other whilst also attempting to one up another in pleasure.

very much a lot of rough thrusting, pinning, bite marks, hickies and hand prints galore.

then it soothes out—once all the pent up energy is exerted you two transition into a more, and this is where I talked about earlier, intimate love making.

mumbling apologies, a teary eye if you manage to make eye contact with each other and soft mutterings of how good it feels.

it's like a rollercoaster ride of high and low emotions, the end result being the balance of both.

probably the same kind of style as Dabi.

honestly it wouldn't be surprising if the root of the makeup sex being unresolved things, as in the inner conflicts that you two don't even address.

quiet aggression waiting for its release between you two.

makeup sex would be more like a week or a few days after, where you two are probably having a normal session but then the pent up and forgetting energy comes up and gets released during the deed.

Todoroki grips you way more often and holds you close as if you might disappear in one second.

uses a lot of his hands and probably toys too to let out his pent out anger.

will have you bonded up so he can freely do what he needs to do with having to keep his attention divided by keeping you down and pleasuring you.

a ton of words of affirmation here, both you and him.

that's how it normally is, but he throws in some endearing terms a lot more this time around.

“that feel good, baby?” “who makes you feel good like this?”

his attention is solely focused on you and not so much his.

will probably edge you until the point where you both need to climax as he enjoys seeing you tear up and beg for him.

the makeup sex was probably about jealousy if we're being honest here.

Todoroki is just so emotionally constipated but he doesn't know how else express it.

is definitely working on it though.

probably the most emotional out of them lol.

Kirishima is the type to cry and be a mess, super emotional and empathetic.

isn't doing crazy positions or trying to rough you up, unintentional or not.

very much, “I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry” sort of attitude 😭

feel like when thinking of Kirishima, since he has this hidden, passive aggressive side that it'd transmute into rough handling but no I think he'd let all his barriers down for something like this.

would probably get rougher near the ending tho, like harder thrusts and more bite marks.

he wants to be in your good books again and is doing his best to be that again.

everything is sloppier too, just pure rawness tbh.

the makeup session may take place a few hours later or a day later, if it doesn't then that's how you know it's something serious that can't just be mended with a bit of physical bonding.

so in a way when you two make up like this, Kirishima feels grateful because of the unspoken common rules in your relationship.

he puts his all in to make sure that even with your disagreements he still loves you a lot. :’)

surprisingly so, i honestly believe makeup sex with this man would be soft.

it's passive aggressive at most, the only thing being harsh is the rough grip here and there or a little taunting whisper every so often.

lots of eye contact and just admiring you under him.

likes to be on top so he can shield you from everything else in the room and wants your attention all on him.

make up sex with him is smothering in the way that it's like he's trying to mold himself into you and only you.

doesn't care about what you guys fought about or disagreed earlier, he's more or so focused on the connection this will bring.

Bakugo is more quiet during this time, not really saying much but lets a few noises slip by every so often.

if he does talk, it's not very loud or aggressive, more of check ins like, “you okay?” “you like it when I XYZ?”

it's like Bakugo is treating you in a fragile manner, not wanting to shatter you or startle you. :’)

this is one of the times where his energy level isn't on 1000.

ALSO HAND HOLDING FOR SURE.

prefers to mostly do positions where he can see your face too, wants to make sure you're okay.

he's very mellow and the sort of energy is needed for the mending between you two.

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[sugarwarachan]

touchstarved!shouto who literally has no concept of casual physical affection so any time you’re resting a hand on his arm his brain is actively short circuiting

touchstarved!shouto who goes home just to replay every moment you touched him that day

touchstarved!shouto who’s excusing himself to the bathroom so he can fuck the tight ring of his fist and pretend it’s you underneath him, breathy and trembling with need

touchstarved!shouto who's warring with the gentleman he was raised to be and the absolute feral animal clawing at his reason when you brush your ass against him in the elevator

touchstarved!shouto who finally snaps and pulls you back against his chest, breath hot against your ear as he presses the length of his cock along the small of your back, “can't get you out of my fucking head”

touchstarved!shouto who bends you over his desk and fucks you with one hand over your mouth, “stay quiet for me love, there’s my darling girl"

♡⃕ other touchstarved!mha headcanons here

[suksatoru]

SHOTO LOOKS SO MUCH LIKE HIS TOUYA NII ALL GROWN UP!!

[literarydumpinggrounds]

Minors DNI 🔞 Sometimes my brain just… creates nefarious thoughts. Pick your poison.

You’d worn that fucking outfit again. The one that hugged your body in all the right places, flashing glimpses of your plush legs.. of that anklet adorning your skin as it twinkled under the lights. The little charm swaying with your movements— his initial —what he’d claimed was an unmistakable statement to everyone there that you belonged to him. His precious girl.

You knew exactly what you were doing to him.

Fluttering around this party with your friends, laughing on the dance floor like nobody was watching. Like you couldn’t feel his gaze burning into you.. only always you.

To the untrained eye you looked so innocent.

He can’t help the amused twitch at the edges of his lips at the thought. They’d never guess that you were so eager to be a good little slut for him. Never guess that he’d pressed his lips to that little charm while folding you in half before you’d left the house that evening; knees pressing into your chest, ankles framing his face as he pounded those lewd sounds out of you. That you’d had his cum leaking down your thighs the minute you’d stepped foot in the building.

He loved sharing a little secret with you, knowing that you saved that side of yourself just for him.

His good little girl.

[misssmina]

Y’all don’t make use of subtle/weird traits in fics enough.

Dudes—

Bakugou literally has hyperhidrosis. Make him switch shirts constantly, or constantly wiping his hands, or outright refusing to touch things because nitroglycerin is a volatile substance.

Midoriya is constantly chewing on his lips or thumb while in thought. Either his lips are SO chapped or he’s a skin picker and the skin around his finger tips are super rough.

Uraraka is a poor kid. She would absolutely have some kind of financial anxiety. Make her be extremely frugal OOOORRR BETTER YET make her absolutely awful with money.

Aizawa is a hypersomniac. Give the man a nightmare disorder or something. We can be more imaginative than just always kinda tired.

Kirishima has/had really bad quirk envy. Please I need to see this addressed more. Even at the best hero school, in the top class, he talks down on his quirk.

Todoroki really doesn’t think very much. He acts quickly but very thoughtlessly. Coming to incorrect conclusions and moving too fast without knowing what to do next.

[aajjks]

warnings: 18+ thèmès, YÁNDÈRÈ MÈN, öbsëssïön, ünhëälthy dèvôtïôn, mèntïôns ôf örál, kïssïng, mèntïôns ôf sèx, mèntïôns ôf sùïcídè.

Yandere men who are so in love with you, they are head over heels, who think that you’re a miracle, you’re the love of their life, they adore you, absolutely adore you, who adore your body with theirs. Who kiss you like you’re the air, who fuck you like they want you merge you with them. Who make love to you day and night, kissing you until their lips are swollen, fucking you until their legs give out, eating you out until their jaw breaks, who tell you how much they love you until their throat is bleeding. Who would absolutely kill themselves if you ever left them.

“Oh my yn… you are a miracle- you can’t be real- please please let me fuck you- just one taste… I just can’t get enough of you- you’re like addictive- please I need you so much, don’t ever leave me I’ll die without you.”

Izuku, gojo, yuuta, Luffy, tamaki, Xiao, Geto, Shouto, Nanami.

[inumkii]

that wasn't me!!

kaminari, midoriya, bakugou, shouto, sero, dabi, iida x reader (individual)

his friends are sick of his endless pining and ask you out on his phone. someone has to make a move, can you really blame them?

notes: i was really trying to make it so i didn't default denki being the one who steals their phones bc his ass would be most likely to pull that shit. i like the idea of katsuki getting so fed up with izuku/iida talking about you + doesnt get why they havent made a move so he does it for them forcefully. like here. damn.

[seumyo]

BEING CHILDHOOD FRIENDS (ACQUAINTANCES) WITH TODOROKI SHOUTO

SEUMYO © 2024, PLEASE DO NOT REPOST, PLAGIARIZE, MODIFY OR TRANSLATE.

[21280]

mha reactions to their kid being disrespectful towards their mom ?

mom! reader, girl dads! tdbkdk, inspired by the newest scenes i had to witness of my little cousin this holiday season. i can't use my childhood because i met 'mr belt' and i never misbehaved since.

IZUKU MIDORIYA as . . . the nice cop.

— izuku would probably be gentle with his parenting, and that's why he's in this situation in the first place. he's the type of parent that tries to reason with his child with a very nice voice, which ends up accidentally raising a manipulative child. even so, he'll never raise his voice towards his child, but he'll definitely get more serious. especially if she's being disrespectful towards his wife.

it was a tranquil sunday afternoon, where you and your family had visited izuku's mother for lunch. excited for the community pool, your daughter went dressed in her green sundress and her little mermaid swimsuit underneath. her smile dropped when she heard the news.

"i'm sorry, sweetie, the pool is closed!" you frowned, to which your daughter started crying. trying to comfort her, you guided her towards the bathroom to change clothes. what you weren't expecting though, was...

"don't touch me! leave me alone, you witch!"

izuku had never sprinted towards you faster in his life, eyes widened in disbelief. he lowered down to his daughter's height, as he called her attention. "hey kiddo, you didn't really mean that, right?"

your daughter nodded, "mommy won't let me go to the pool" she cried. "she's mean and a witch!"

izuku sighed as he patted his daughter's head, ruffling her hair. "the pool is closed, baby. we can come back tomorrow when it opens, okay? but never call mommy that again, yeah? you hurt her and my feelings that way. now, apologize to your mom."

"'m sorry mommy."

"and you'll never go to the pool again" you whispered to your husband, to which he nodded. "and then, maybe, we won't take you to the pool because you weren't nice to mommy. you have to love your mommy and treat her well" he added.

your daughter cried some more because she would never go to the pool again.

KATSUKI BAKUGO as . . . the restrained cop.

— katsuki would try to be gentle, but with his tone of voice, it would come out horribly. and if. his daughter is an exact copy of him? he would be pissed off and would probably ask you to reason with her first, because fighting fire with fire is horrible. when he finds out your daughter is disrespectful to you, though, he has to control himself not to scream at his child.

trying to teach your daughter to eat different foods was hard. and during the holidays? it was a nightmare.

when you sat beside her trying to spoon-feed her a small piece of turkey, she gagged. "gross! i'm not hungry. mommy made gross food! ew, ew, ew!"

katsuki's head quickly turned to the table where you sat, trying to reason with your daughter. as you fed her the food, she chewed it, and then opened her mouth. she spit. the food. on her hand.

katsuki had a face that read 'i know damn well she didn't, as he stepped closer. when you asked your daughter to please eat and to not waste any food, she snapped.

"shut up mommy!"

"who do ya think yer talking to, kid? huh? that's your mom" katsuki snaps, which earned a sob from his daughter. he realized he should've used a softer tone, but tough love, right? he was raised like that and he turned out fine.

"kid, do you know that mommy's hurt by the way you talked to her? see how ya started cryin' when i yelled? momma feels that way when ya don't treat her well. apologize."

your kid had never apologized quicker.

muttering a soft 'thank you', you turned to your daughter and helped her clean up her hand. katsuki, in the meantime, started wondering.

was the turkey he baked really that gross?

SHOTO TODOROKI as . . . the traumatized cop?

— shoto would try to do everything he can to not resemble his father. and if he ended up with a troubled kid, he would be very patient. if his daughter is disrespectful to his wife, he'd definitely be upset. he would also try to reason with her. he would pull the 'you wanna know how i got this scar' if things get really serious.

when you and your daughter were arguing upstairs, as you tried to dress her up for another todoroki family reunion. when she didn't want to get dressed, she cried.

"i'm going to tell daddy you hit me."

"sweetheart, please listen to me—"

bang.

your daughter threw herself onto the desk to her right, and started weeping more tears as she wailed, "daddy, mommy hit me!"

shoto ran up the stairs to find your weeping daughter and you with the most distressed look on your face. "did you?" he asked, to which you scoffed. "do you really think—"

"—i know you'd never" shoto cut you off, "but i had to ask. she needs to learn about trust, and not to lie."

your husband turned to her daughter, picking her up and cradling her on his arms. "where does it hurt?" he asked, as your daughter pointed at her forehead. his lips placed quick, caring kisses on your daughter's forehead as his expression turned more serious. "i want you to tell me the truth, (daughter's name). did mommy really hit you?"

your daughter looked around, her gaze finally fixating on the ground as she muttered a quiet 'no'.

"then why did you say that?"

she cried some more as she muttered nonsense into your husband's shoulders. shoto's hand cupped her cheek so she would look at him. "do you know how i got this scar?", he asked, to which she shook her head.

"my family was not very nice, and i ended up hurt" he stated, "and mommy is doing everything she can for you to feel loved. is this how we should be with mommy?"

your daughter shook her head.

"your mommy is very caring and nice with you, and we should be the same way with her. now, what do we say to her?"

"...sorry mommy."

"that's much better, my love. let's not do this again."

[sugarlywhispers]

t.shouto + sex with gf after a long time in hero mission

☆—a.n; apparently i'm in shouto mood lol😆, so this was written pretty quickly. i'm not really used to write for him, so sorry if it's not that good🙏🏻

Todoroki Shouto threw his head back, leaning it over the back of the sofa; a deep throaty moan came out of him when you deepthroated his cock, gasps making his chest move up and down in a battle of gaining air back to his lungs as the pleasure swirled through his whole body. His eyes closed tight and he hissed while you released him in a very slow motion, dragging your tongue around his length.

“Fuck,” he whispered, so lost in the pleasure you were giving him. You smiled when you reached the head, and stayed there licking it with devotion. His hands that until that moment were grabbing the sofa with white knuckles went straight to the back of your neck, bringing you up and making you straddle him.

His mouth attacked yours full force, one of his hands positioning himself at your entrance while the other hugged your waist. Your lower body was already naked, pants and panties lost somewhere in his living room; he also had his pants and boxer down his legs. You both still had your upper clothes on, the only difference was that you had one of his shirts on. That was what had started all of this in the first place. For him, seeing you in his clothes was one of his biggest turn ons, so he had asked you not to take the shirt off. It did something stir inside him every time he saw you in his clothes; call it possessiveness, obsession, love; Shouto didn't care. He just thought you were all his to taste and touch and look at and loose himself into every time or moment you would let him. And that simple fact made him go insane for you.

Your arms circled his broad shoulders and your fingers tangled in the duo coloured hair on the back of his head. His hands went inside your shirt, arms surrounding your waist and his fingers and nails scratched your skin a little bit while you sunk down on his length.

“Oh, babe,” you moaned, feeling him stretch you so deliciously; foreheads joined and your noses touching each other. His eyes were almost closed enjoying the feeling of your pussy engulfing him completely.

Home. He's home.

It had been so long since the last time you both could have at least a couple of hours for each other. This was the first night together after a long month of Hero mission that separated you both. So when he arrived home and saw you wearing one of his favorite t-shirts, he lost it. He couldn't avoid walking–almost running–towards you, picking you up, smashing your lips together and practically throwing both of you on the sofa in a heavy and needy make up session that you weren't complaining about at all.

Todoroki Shouto had only one thought in mind for both of you:

Fuck the sense out of each other.

“Did you miss me, babe?” You asked in an almost whisper, your sweet breath invading his face and making him delve into your spell, words making him tense and grab your waist with more force.

His thrusts were slow, but strong and firm, as if wanting that each time he went inside his size and girth were left imprinted deep.

His… All his.

Shouto's little grunts that he was trying to hold back collided with your face, making you smirk in realization of how doomed he was for you.

"I missed you…so much… You feel so good, babe." He whined. You knew that he loved it when you started to talk to him, to praise him during sex.

His actions were clear: he was close to cumming.

You pecked his cheek before whispering right into his ear, “Did you miss my pussy that much, babe?”

“Fuck, Y/N!” He moaned in a low voice that made you even wetter than you already were when you started to move in slow circles.

“Mmmh… You're about to cum, honey?” He nodded, his eyes closed so tight, trying to hold his orgasm, his breathing heavy and fast. You knew he wouldn't last longer. “You're doing so well, babe. Your cock feels amazing inside me… I love it. I love you.”

He moaned strongly this time, hiding his face in the space between your chin and your collarbone.

“Cum, babe. Cum inside me…”

That's all he needed. He grabbed your hips, making you stay still, and he came with a contained growl. You smiled, scratching his head with love.

After a few moments of him trying to control his breathing, he moved his head back just a bit so he could look directly at your eyes, his own completely drowned in pleasure after his orgasm.

“I love you, Y/N,” he smiled, happy and relaxed.

“And I love you…” You said pecking his nose, making him chuckle and hide his face against your neck again.

He was crazy about you and he didn't care what the world could say about it.

He was crazy in love.

[dollyichi]

I WANT SOMETHING ELSE

featuring ⋮ kirishima eijirou, bakugou katsuki, kaminari denki, midoriya izuku, sero hanta, & todoroki shouto

bnha smau ᯓ★ m—dni. f ! reader. established relationship / suggestive & implied / mention of toys / face sitting i love you

you’re asking them—very explicitly—for head (except denki he’s offering it no questions asked lmao)

do not copy, plagiarize, translate, or repost my works

[sugarwarachan]

thinking about shouto todoroki and his raging breeding kink. this man is desperate to give his own children the childhood he always wanted, and it’s made even worse when he sees you interact with his siblings’ kids. you’re so naturally at ease with them that he can’t help his mind wandering to a family of his own, one he’s created with you—a toddler asleep against his neck, another one swelling in your belly. literally feels his whole body flash hot, has to grind his teeth together to keep his composure so he doesn’t bend you over the couch. silent the entire drive home, hand clamped possessively on your thigh. pins you up against the door the second you’re inside, hands hot and firm on your hips, “I wanna start trying, love, can we? need to see you full of my baby.” makes you cum on his fingers and tongue, praising you, “my gorgeous fucking girl, you can cum for me again, can’t you? let me make you feel good, darling, the least I can do as the father of our child, right?” has you begging and dripping before he slides his cock inside you. babbling out nonsense, can barely think around the driving feral need to have you full of him. presses down on your lower belly where he can feel his cock kissing your cervix. “keeping you on my cock until you’re pregnant, understand sweetheart? need everyone to take one look at you and know you’re fucking mine.” cradles you in his arms afterward, kissing your forehead and musing about baby names

excuse me being disgusting the spirit possessed me this evening

[kitkat13001]

₊˚⊹♡ 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎-𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 | shoto todoroki x reader

“hey sho?”

“yes, love?”

“do you like me?”

you’re met with a blank stare. he’s frozen in the act of taking off his wedding band and putting it safely on the nightstand like he does every night. 

“i can’t tell if you’re serious or not.”

“just answer the question,” you huff, giving him a playful shove. 

“i married you,” he replies, settling comfortably in bed beside you. 

“well, yeah, but plenty of people marry and don’t like each other.”

he gives a thoughtful hum. you’re right of course, just think about his parents. if anything, he should be the one asking you this, considering his family history. but shoto’s never questioned your love, and he’s not about to start now (or let you either). 

“of course i like you,” he tells you after a second.

“don’t just answer right awayyy,” you insist, almost whining. “really think about it.”

“okay.” you study his unreadable expression, eyes fixed down in his lap and brow creased just a tiny bit as he thinks on it for a long moment. 

“yes,” he answers finally, reaching over you to turn out the light, his strong arms caging you in. you fall into a giggle fit as he peppers your face with kisses, dragging you down to lay between his arms while he smothers you with affection. “i like you. a lot,” he adds, just for good measure. 

“okay, good,” you hum, unable to wipe the smile off your face as you burrow into his chest beneath the covers. “just checking.” 

divider by @/saradika-graphics — masterlists

[quitesins]

Texting them “We need to talk”

Masterlist

Katsuki | Deku | Shouto | Denki

Tags: Sfw, Smau, Aged up!Characters, Female!reader, Teacher!Deku, Pro Hero!Katsuki, Shouto, Denki, kms joke in Denki’s

I’m tired of pretending all might isn’t fine I’m sorry 💔

[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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