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uwtloml Ā· 6 months ago
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whirlybirbs Ā· 3 months ago
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ā€” CAN'T WE BE SEVENTEEN? ; shoto todoroki ; ē„¦å‡
summary: he's loved you since he was seventeen. pairing: f!reader x pro hero!shoto ; reader was a 1-A student tags: mutual pining, heavy make-out, thinly veiled sugar daddy shoto, reader does not go pro, touya might be a dick but he's a hero now, shoto is bad at feelings wordcount: 5.6k a/n: i do not fucking know what came over me, enjoy your food my little todorokinas. yes the title is what you think it is. no i will not elaborate.
You never did go pro.
Truthfully, you thought there would be more pushback when, in your senior year, you announced your plan to pursue a degree in early childhood education with a focus on non-conforming quirk development.Ā 
The War changed a lot. It changed you, your classmates, and theĀ world.Ā But, through it all one thing stuck with you:
What if someone helped Tenko Shimura?
How different would his life have been? How different would history have spun?Ā 
You graduated at the top of your class and joined the faculty at Chiba Prefectural Preparatory School for Quirk Specialties two years ago.Ā 
Chiba Prep was opened eight years ago in response to a societal cry for more infrastructure around what was dubbed "non-conforming quirks": a nice way to say quirks that can injure, maim, or kill. Maybe even all three on a bad day. Some parents still see their child being labeled as a non-conforming quirk user in the national database as akin to social suicide.Ā 
You see it differently.
Your quirk allows you to manipulate emotions ā€” anger, sadness, betrayal, love, hatred. If you can feel it, you can sink it into another's psyche deep enough to drive them to act. You can even imbueĀ thingsĀ with feelings. For example, a cup of warm milk can transform into more than justĀ aĀ simple comfort,Ā now it can hold the feeling ofĀ home and safety,Ā or evenĀ exhaustionĀ strong enough to put even the biggest foe to rest.Ā 
You could easily use your quirk with nefarious intent.Ā 
You could steep hatred in someone's bone so deep it drives them to harm themselves. You could sew fury soĀ solidĀ into someone's mind it drives them to violence.Ā 
Just a touch and you canĀ controlĀ others with something so intrinsically personal it only exists within themselves: their feelings.
What makes you any different from little Asuke, a shy little girl with a quirk that allows her to see people's greatest fears, and then manifest and control them? You're convinced she can use this forĀ good,Ā if only with practice. In your mind, her future is bright and glimmering. Perhaps she will become a therapist, focusing on exposure therapy? Or, maybe the most prolific horror novelist in their time?Ā 
Or, bright and sunny Tao ā€” a transplant whose parents sought out Chiba Prep's specialized education ā€” whose heteromorphic quirk makes his bodily fluids,Ā namely saliva,Ā eat through nearly anything but his own biologics. A sneeze is quickly the most dangerous thing in the world for the cheery, lizard-bodied class clown.Ā 
He's just a boy given a quirk that needs moreĀ care.Ā 
He isn't a villain-in-training.Ā 
None of them are.
It's important to teach them that young ā€” and as their teacher for Year 3 of their elementary schooling, you aim to hammer that in as much as possible. They deserve to feelĀ normal.Ā To feel loved and supported. They aren'tĀ scary,Ā they're children.Ā 
So, you take it upon yourself toĀ insistĀ on pushing for privileges like field trips. There aren't many public spaces that welcome the classes of Chiba Prep with open arms. Over the years, there have beenĀ plentyĀ of incidents. But, a day trip into the city to visit Tokyo's Hall of Heroes is green-lit with bubbling excitement from both faculty, the children,Ā andĀ their parents.Ā 
You usually keep your history as a graduated member of Class 1-A quiet.Ā 
After all, you never did go pro.
And even still, Shoto Todoroki never stopped thinking about you.
He remembers that weekend everyone moved back in for their last year before graduation. He remembers you smiling at him, and helping him drag up a duffel of luggage from the common room to his dorm. You made a joke about how you're sure he got taller over the summer, and how his hair is longer now. You said you liked it.Ā 
It was the beginning of the end, then.
His crush was a silent, smothering thing. It made it hard to think. Shoto had enough on his plate thanks to Touya's acceptance into the Villain Rehabilitation Program and his father's insistence onĀ staving off retirement.Ā Not to mention his parent's divorce ā€” no matter howĀ amicable,Ā it wasĀ still a separation.Ā Add on training, tests, studying, finals, and j-term classes...Ā AndĀ a desperate, writhing, burning crush on the nicest girl in class?Ā 
Touya's elbow digs into Shoto's side.
It drags him back to reality ā€” to the stifled quiet of the historical Hall of Heroes.Ā 
Suddenly, the doors to the wing squeak open, and a tour guide ushers in the elementary school class. The buzzing excitement and wonder are visible on each of their faces as the attendant ā€” one of the HoH's lead tour guides ā€” excitedly explains the newest, in-progress addition to the Hall:
Endeavor's wing.Ā 
There's a whisper of awe that ripples through the children as their teacher and co-teacher follow, and as the class moves through the large, open space. They're staring up eagerly at the gilded statue in the center of the room. It's larger than life and intimidating. Years ago, Shoto might have had to fight the odd tremble in his knees at the reminder it brings: to be small in his father's shadow again. But, things are different now.Ā 
Very different.
Touya scoffs. "I thought this wing wasn't open to the public yet."
"They're just children," Shoto hums, turning his back on the gaggle across the way to inspect the large mural winding along the back end of the installation, "I'm sure it'sā€”"
"Oh, ho,Ā no way!"
Shoto quirks his brow at his brother's outburst. His elbow digs into Shoto's ribsĀ again.Ā 
"Ain't that the pretty girl you never got theĀ ballsĀ to ask out your senior year?" comes the rasped drawl of his older brother's voice. Touya is clearly amused, his white hair hanging in his eyes as he leans forward to squint, "SheĀ isĀ cute, Sho'ā€”"
"Shut up," Shoto grits, turning his head over his shoulder; he tries to bite back the flurry of nerves that ignite in his gut, "Stop talking."
ItĀ isĀ you.
You look...Ā good.Ā 
Happy.Ā 
You're crouched by a small, timid girl in the back of the crowd. Your hand is in hers, and you're pointing upwards at the large paneled screens replaying Endeavor's most historic fights. You're explaining something to her, your knees bent as you squat. You look...Ā the same. As if in the six years since they graduated, you sat still in time.Ā 
For a second, it's like he's seventeen again.
It's his senior year, and he's stuck at the corner of the gym's edge with a half-empty glass of punch in his hand. The lights are low, and there's slow music playing. His tie feels too tight. Bakugo keeps telling him to 'ask her to dance already',Ā and Kirishima is considering bashing his head through the wall. Even Midorya is trying to persuade Shoto.Ā 
"It's prom, man!Ā C'mon, this could be your last chanceā€”"
Touya is about to be a real pain in the ass ā€” his favorite pastime ā€” and make some comment aboutĀ yourĀ ass, but when he turns to lob the one-liner at his baby brother, Shoto's gone.
Shoto is on the move.
The crescendo of gasps draws your attention first.
Then, the cry ofĀ "WOAH, IT'S SHOTO!"Ā leaves you dumbfounded. The rippling murmur of excitement bleeds into the children as their eyes ā€” and the eyes of the tour guide ā€” widen at the sight of the approaching Pro Hero.Ā 
Shoto Todoroki.
He looks...Ā good.Ā 
ReallyĀ good.
He's a bit older, and a bit more filled out than when you were both teenagers. You can see the strength in his arms and shoulders ā€”Ā it'sĀ a distant echo of his father's physique, though Shoto is so much moreĀ elegantĀ and much...Ā prettier.Ā He's always been.
For a second, you're seventeen again.
It's your senior year, and you're sprawled across Momo Yaoyorozu's bed.
They had finally wrangled out of you who your crush was: something they hadn't been able to do in all their years as classmates.
There's a sticky, Miss Midnight-themed face mask clinging to your expression as you try to flip through the large magazine in your hands as nonchalantly as possible. Mina's voice, as she paints Ochaco's nails a bright pink on the floor, is sweet and saccharine as she looks up at you.
"I think you and Shoto would be, like, the cutest couple ever."Ā 
You're still crouched when the tour guide nervously ā€” like she was caught doing something naughty ā€” introducesĀ TheĀ Pro Hero Shoto to the already-aware crowd of elementary school students and their teachers. It's like igniting a match; the uproar of excitement leaves you laughing as three of your boys push forward to bombard him with questions about his quirk.Ā 
Asuke is smiling shyly, now. That's a small win. She's intrigued by the appearance of aĀ realĀ hero, not the "scary statues" ā€” and her big, fat tears stopped rolling the moment you laid a gentle hand on her to quell her anxiety over the new environment with a push ofĀ comfortĀ through your quirk. She unhooks her pinkie finger from yours as you guide her towards your co-teacher.Ā 
"Boys," you call with a crisp air of authority as you stand and lead Asuke toward the bulk of the field trip group, "What have we learned about personal space?"
"It's fine, really,Ā Insight,"Ā comes Shoto's voice; as warm andĀ placidĀ as you remember.Ā 
"Insight?"Ā mutters your co-teacher at the presumed hero-name; a look of confusion plasters itself on her face, and her big, feline ears perk up. She leans in to whisper in a way that borders on conspiratory,Ā "Do you two know one another?"
"Old classmates," you confirm, not daring to get into the finer details.
Shoto's attention is entirely rooted in the way you manage the kids. There's something beautiful about the ease with which you handle the bouquet of students; you quell the excitement into a manageable decibel like it's as easy as breathing.Ā 
"Shoto," you start as you gesture to him, "HasĀ a very specialĀ quirk ā€” Toyamai, he has ice like you.Ā And, fire like Tojiro.Ā He canĀ regulateĀ hisĀ temperature.Ā Can anyone tell me what that means?"
There's a wave of hands shooting up, a fewĀ me, me, me'sĀ rise from the gaggle.Ā 
You're using him as a teaching moment.
Shoto's smile is soft.
You nod at Ogomi, excitedly nodding as the reserved child speaks up. Normally, heĀ hatesĀ public speaking. But, recently, he's started working with the speech pathologist during lunch. The boy bounces a little as he answers. "He doesn't g-get too hot, or too c-cold."
"Exactly! Isn't thatĀ cool?" you grin at the lazy attempt at a pun, "This is why it's important to learn about our quirks as much as we can!"
Touya thinks this whole thing is just too cute.Ā 
You're different than he remembers ā€” but, granted, things were sorta different last time he saw you. He was a little too busyĀ trynaĀ kill his old man and lil' Shoto. He's different now, too. A changed man! AĀ real licensed hero.Ā Support items and all.Ā 
He hangs back.Ā 
He... I mean, heĀ isĀ a jack-ass but he isn'tĀ gonnaĀ ruinĀ this for Shoto.Ā 
...It'sĀ kindaĀ cute.
JustĀ about as cute as Fuyumi said it was.Ā 
Apparently,Ā Shoto had opened up to her and Natsuo about his feelings after graduation ā€” about how he regretted notĀ doingĀ anything about it. Fuyumi then told their mum, who then off-handedly mentioned it to Touya... and well Touya dug in because, duh, he is a whore for good gossip. He might be the family's black sheep, but Shoto is the glue that binds.Ā 
And he deserves to be happy.
Your co-teacher is ushering the kids to the next installation ā€” a viewing ofĀ All Might's Legacy, a new documentary following the retired pro's teaching career. It will be a good wind down for them, in comfy seats and the dark. It's hardly the sort of content anĀ elementary school studentĀ would find riveting, but itĀ isĀ All Might.Ā And they love him.
You hang back.Ā 
Shoto's heart is hammering in his chest.
"Hey."
"Hi," you greet back, closing the door to the theater and stepping forward as you weave your arms around you, "Long time no see."
"Yea," Shoto breathes, his hands in his pockets as he meets you halfway across the museum's marble floors, "I... I see you're teaching."
His eyes are as pretty as they were back then. Slate grey and piercing turquoise. "I'm in my second year," you confirm softly, fiddling with the material of your sweater, "Congrats to your old man."
You gesture up at the statue, then wave around to the rest of the installation.
Shoto inhales, then nods; he's staring at your face, blissfully realizing you're just the way you were all those years ago.Ā Kind. "I'll pass it along."
"How's he handling it?" you ask, your eyes raking across his expression and trying not to stick to the sharp slope of his jaw, or the bob of his Adam's apple, "Retirement, I mean."
"He's happy, I think. Touya and I are working together and... things are...Ā Ā good."
Last month, EndeavorĀ finallyĀ retired. He cited his age, and his dedication to passing his legacy to his two sons: Shoto and Touya. Shoto has planted himself firmly within the Top Ten in the last year or so, and shockingly, Touya isn't far behind. People love an underdog's redemption story, you suppose.Ā 
And the underdog in questionĀ canĀ read a room.Ā 
This is getting a little too sexually tense for even him.
"Heeeeey, girl," he rasps out, staggering backward with a thumb over his shoulder, "NiceĀ t'Ā seeĀ ya. I'll let you two catch up,Ā yea? I'mĀ gonnaĀ go pop my head into the theater, see how the kids are handling theĀ snooze festĀ on screenā€”"
You jump.
How long has he evenĀ beenĀ there?
"Hi, Dā€”Ā Touya,"Ā you strain, wincing a little; theĀ rehab'dĀ villain doesn't seem to mind.
"Hi,Ā teach'. That cool with you?" he asks, wobbling his thumb and quirking a pierced eyebrow; it's comical, like he's trying to disarm you with humor, "Don't want you thinkin' I'm corrupting yourĀ youthsā€”"
"It's fine," you breathe, ignoring the sting of age-old mistrust. You know better. Shoto wouldn'tĀ be here, with him,Ā if Touya Todoroki hadn't changed. Endeavor wouldn'tĀ be entrustingĀ hisĀ legacyĀ to the ex-League of Villain member if he didn't believe in his capacity for good, "Just don't be disruptive."
Casting judgment on someone whose life was nearlyĀ destroyedĀ by hisĀ ownĀ non-conforming quirk would go againstĀ everythingĀ you taught the kids anyway.
"Touya's wholeĀ thingĀ is being disruptive," Shoto grits as his oldest brother slips silently through the doors, "I apologize for himā€”"
"No," you wave him off, laughing a little, "Don't. It's... nice to see you two together."
Shoto's expression is soft as he wanders a little closer. "It took time ā€” and a lot of therapy ā€” but we've all managed to come out the other side."
"That's great to hear, Shoto," you breathe, your eyes flitting across his face, "I'mĀ reallyĀ happy for you."
There's a long silence, then ā€” and you can't help but ignore the roil of butterflies in your stomach. The eye contact is heavy with some unspoken thing, and both of your tongues are weighted by secrets-never-turned-confessions.Ā 
It's like finally this dance you've been doing around one another for years breaks ā€” and the two of you throw caution to the wind at theĀ exactĀ same moment.Ā 
"Would you like toā€”"
"Are you freeā€”"
Hesitant, slow grins bloom on both your faces.
"Dinner?" is all he manages after a sweet moment of soaking up your soft smile, "If you're available...?"
YouĀ makeĀ yourself available.
Yaoyorozu almostĀ diesĀ when you call her that night ā€” winded from tearing through your entire wardrobe. You explainedĀ you had nothing to wearĀ a-andĀ youĀ needed something nice, and you onlyĀ haveĀ an hour to get ready, because Todoroki ā€” yes, stop screaming, Todoroki ā€” is picking you up atĀ 8pm.
Little bro is nervous. Touya can tell.Ā 
From his spot on the sofa, the white-haired ex-degenerate scoffs. Natsuo is digging around for some cufflinks in Shoto's dresser.
"Seriously, Sho'? AĀ suit?"Ā 
"It's aĀ niceĀ restaurant," his brother says tightly, adjusting the collar of the black button-down, "I booked the upstairs dining room forĀ privacy."Ā 
"Who the hell told youĀ t'Ā do that?" Touya quirks a skeptical brow.
"Father was the one who suggested it."
"...That oldĀ dog."Ā 
Natsuo rolls his eyes at the exchange before throwing his hands as he emerges from the closet. "Do you haveĀ anyĀ links thatĀ aren'tĀ emblazoned with U.A. High School's crest?"
The ones in Natsuo's hands have his graduation year on them.
Shoto winces.
"Want me to ask dear ol'Ā dogĀ of a dad?" Touya snarks from the corner, his posture becoming less and less upright as he scrolls on his phone.
"Already did," comes the soft voice of Fuyumi; she's smiling, padding into Shoto's room with a velvet box, "He offered up hisĀ nicest pair.Ā He also says not to screw it up with Insight. He likes her."
Of course, he likes her. You worked under Endeavor for a brief work-study period during your third year. Shoto remembers hearing grumbled praise over dinner one night about your talent for de-escalation.
"You told him who I was seeing?" Shoto asks incredulously, taking the box and working the cufflinks on. He's starting to feel exasperated.
Fuyumi nods, popping down beside Touya.Ā 
"He asked. I'm not gonnaĀ lieĀ to him."
"Did y' tell ma?" Touya rasps, peeking up over his phone to inspect Shoto's outfit.Ā NotĀ half bad, honestly. He looks good in all black. A man after his own heart, "M'sure she's gonna be real excitedā€”"
"Yes," Shoto grumbles, "I called her earlierā€”"
"Chiba Prep isĀ aĀ reallyĀ goodĀ school,Ā y'know," Natsuo buts in as he tries to find a tie that matches Shoto's outfit. Ultimately, though, the middle brother decides against it and tosses the options over his shoulder, "They're, like, on the leading edge for quirk therapies."
"Hey, nerd? Quiet down. The big kids are gossiping," Touya shirks, turning back to Shoto, "What did mum say?"Ā 
"She wants me to call her afterā€”"
"One, you're gonna call mumĀ the morning after," Touya raises a finger, "Because if you don't get laid, I'll be so fuckin'Ā disapā€”"
Fuyumi slaps Touya's chest. He lets out a pained yelp at the solid smack.
"Uh,Ā ow," he rubs his sternum. "An'Ā two,Ā take a deep breath. You look like you'reĀ gonnaĀ shit yourself. Those areĀ my pantsĀ and they'reĀ expensive."
Shoto lets out a long breath.Ā 
Fuyumi's smile is sweet like honey. "Aw, Sho'! It'sĀ gonnaĀ go great. You two have known each other for such a long time, and catching up is going to be amazing. Just be yourself! Confident andĀ kindā€”"
"ā€”Hold the door open for her, and pull her chair out," Natsuo adds as he adjusts Shoto's collar for him, "Car door, tooā€”"
It's Touya's turn. He's dead serious. "ā€”And doĀ notĀ chicken out on kissing her at the end of the night. I swear to god."
Easier said than done.
You never did go pro.
Those years of hardened battle instincts have lost their edge. YouĀ tryĀ to remind yourself this is just Shoto, notĀ The Shoto ā€”Ā but you're a little lost in the wholeĀ celebrityĀ of it all when he picks you up in a very nice,Ā sportyĀ littleĀ car withĀ ENDVRplates.Ā 
You answer the door and he forgets how to breathe.
He has flowers for you. They're blue and blooming and beautiful.Ā 
Fuyumi's contribution.Ā 
You settled then you were going to kiss him at the end of the night.
The restaurant is... nice.Ā ReallyĀ nice.Ā The sort of nice you could never aspire to experience on your teacher's salary. Even the valet is a concept that has your head spinning. But, Shoto handles it all with cool ease. The entire time, his hand is settled on your lower back.Ā 
It feels like you've been lit on fire.
You're glad Momo was able to create a dress fitting for the occasion. It's sleek and black. Comfortable, too. Not much can be said for your heels on that front, but it's fine.Ā 
Somehow, Shoto managed to book the entire upper floor of this place in all its glimmering glory ā€” it's just the two of you alone in a sea of tables.Ā 
The waiter is pouring you a glass of the chef's suggested pairing of sake.
You thank him, smile, and take a sip as Shoto unbuttons his suit jacket and watches you.Ā 
For a second, you're seventeen again.
Sero and Kirishima were always in cahoots when it came to parties back then ā€” somehow, between the two of them, they always managed to smuggle enough booze onto campus to obliterate any semblance of promised sobriety from even the most stoic members of 1-A.Ā 
You remember one night, after aĀ lotĀ of hounding, you finally gave in and joined a few of your classmates on the back lawn for a few drinks.Ā 
A few beers turned into a cup or two of wine, and then another big gulp of whatever deranged jungle juice concoction Kaminiari managed to cook up. It tasted terrible, but you were too drunk toĀ reallyĀ care. Shoto was no better. He was nursing his fourth drink of the night ā€” a rarity he was even drinking at all ā€” and seemed completelyĀ fineĀ with the way your arms brushed as the two of you sat close in the grass.Ā 
He was always so nervous around you. Now, he just seemed...Ā happy.Ā 
"I can't believe there is only one week left until graduation."
Graduation day was the last time you saw him.Ā 
Until this morning, that is.Ā 
You smile into your drink.Ā 
"What?" you ask when his eyes never leave your face.
His fingers twitch towards hisĀ ownĀ glass. Shoto blinks, then rolls his jaw. He was caught staring. He clears his throat, looking a bit shy. "Nothing."
"Nothing?" you press playfully, cocking your head to the side.
"You..." he starts, then bawks. You're stunning, and it's making it hard to even think straight. He thought these feelings might have mellowed out over the years but seeing you again has justĀ reignited everything.Ā He feels like a hormonal teenager again,Ā "You look beautiful."
Your expression falters into something lovesick. You chew your lip. "You're not so bad yourself, Todoroki."
He manages a half-smile. "Touya had me worried the suit was a bit much."
The idea ofĀ TouyaĀ offering him advice on his outfit strikes a chord in your heart. It makes you smile even bigger than before. "Well, you can tell Touya that I like it. A lot."
You rake your eyes up and down him. On purpose.
He notices.
Shoto's face feels hot.Ā 
HeĀ triesĀ to shake the bone-deep want that has swept his entire body up in its grip, but it's difficult when every single word out of your mouth reminds him just howĀ in loveĀ he was with you back in school. You explain, excitedly, why you chose to teach at Chiba Prefectural Prep and catch him up on where you've been living since graduating. He's pleased to learn you're still in the area, living in the city, and decidedly in love with the commute to the school.Ā 
Shoto's always been a good listener ā€” but you canĀ seeĀ how much he's changed when he begins to speak about his career. He seems so much moreĀ sure of himselfĀ than he was all those years ago. It wasn't that he was...Ā unsure... but,Ā no. He was shy. Quiet.
Now, less so.Ā 
It's adorable.Ā 
Dinner comes and goes with conversation over sushi that isĀ far tooĀ good for you to even process. It's easy talking to him. It was easy talking to Shoto back, then, too but... Things are different. You're both different. Not in a bad way, but in a way that feelsĀ like coming home.Ā 
While you both wait outside for the valet, Shoto shrugs his jacket off and puts it over your shoulders without a single word. Suddenly, you're cradled in a warmth that'sĀ veryĀ Shoto ā€” his cologne clings to the collar and you bury yourself a little deeper into it.Ā 
Shyly, you step closer and steal his hand. It's calloused and warm. He laced his fingers with yours as if practiced. You bite back a grin. You give his hand a little squeeze when you spot the car coming around the corner.
His silence is calming ā€” and he squeezes your hand back. When you look up at him, you realize he's already looking atĀ you.Ā 
His face is close. It's so...Ā intimate.Ā Very. Nearly better than a kiss.Ā 
But, you've wanted to kiss Shoto Todoroki since you were seventeen.Ā 
The valet driver interrupts the moment with a respectful call of Shoto's name and offers the keys with a shake of the hand. With a little bit of hesitancy, ShotoĀ remembersĀ the thing Natsuo said ā€”Ā the car door, tooĀ ā€” and moves around the passenger side to open the door for you.Ā 
It's sweet.
ReallyĀ sweet.Ā 
The car ride back to your apartment is punctuated with easy conversation ā€” you ask him about Bakugo and Midorya, and you're pleased to hear they're both doing well. He asks about Momo, and if you still keep in touch with Mina and Ochaco. He smiles to himself when you admit youĀ didĀ call Momo for help with an outfit.Ā 
"She did a beautiful job," Shoto breathes, a palm moving from the gear shift to brush over the dress' fabric on your thigh.
His hand settles there.Ā 
Your stomach does a flip.Ā 
You chew your lip, swallow down a sudden burst of nerves, and let your hand rest over his. You squeeze it. Shoto tries to focus on the road. His gaze drifts for a moment at a red light, his heterochromatic eyes dancing across your figure.Ā 
Keep it together.Ā 
He isn't seventeen.
He's twenty-five. He's a Professional Hero. One of the Top Ten in all of Japan. He's more than capable of keeping it together in the face ofĀ physical touchĀ from the woman he'sĀ dreamedĀ about for years.Ā 
...Right?
Green light.
His hand is still on your thigh when he pulls up to your apartment.Ā 
The touch is relinquished in favor of putting the sports car in park.Ā 
It makes your chest ache.
Shoto swallows thickly.
Do not chicken out on kissing her at the end of the night.
He'll never forgive himself. But, admittedly, he's bad at this. He's notĀ goodĀ at reading body language, or even knowing himself enough to realize he looks mildly terrified as you blink up at him in the passenger's seat. His heart is hammering a mile a minute.
What if you don'tĀ wantĀ to kiss him?
When would he even kiss you? Now? Or at the door?
Why does he feel like he's going to die?
"This was really... Shoto, are you okay?" you ask as you unbuckle your seatbelt; you pause, your brows knitting tightly.Ā 
"What?" he asks, blinking back to the present moment. The look of fear disappears, "Sorry. Yes. I'm fine."
You're working his jacket off your shoulders, gently leaning to fold it neatly in your lap. Your voice dips low, into something playful. "You didn'tĀ lookĀ fine..."
"Iā€”" Shoto clamps his mouth shut as he leans an elbow on the center console, "Sorry. I suppose I'm just nervous."
"Nervous?" you grin, a little giggle punctuating your words as you wriggle in the red, leather seat, "Why?"
Your expression makes his expression crack. He ducks his head as he huffs out a laugh. You continue to egg him on via expression alone. "I... Stop it."
"StopĀ what?"Ā you push some more, your back pressed to the door as you face him in the car, "You're the one beingĀ weirdā€”"
"I'm not being weirdā€”"
"Then what's wrong, Shoto?" you tease in a sing-song voice.
"I'mĀ nervousĀ because I want to kiss you."
His words are punctuated by a slow look that takes in every inch of your face. Butterfly wings kiss your stomach walls. And your knees. You feel a little tremble in your chest.Ā 
It feels like someone has sucker punched you square in the sternum. Shoto's no better. He isn't entirely sure what the expression on your face means. Is that... good? Are youĀ happy?
Your voice is a little quieter now. You duck your head and fiddle with his suit jacket as you lean back against the seat, a little closer now.Ā 
"You don't need to be."
Shoto's breath catches at that.
So, he makes his move.
His hand comes first ā€” his calloused palm settles nicely against your face, his thumb brushing your cheekbone as his pointer finger brushes the underside of your jaw. Shoto is slow. Methodical. It's like he's trying to ground himself in the moment.Ā 
Truth be told, he thinks he might be blacking out.
Your eyes flit up his wrist ā€” a dark leather band around his wrist with an expensive watch face, a dark dress shirt with glimmering cufflinks, strong arms and a broad chest, and you can see the dip of his collarbone where the top two buttons of his shirt remain undone.Ā 
He looksĀ so damn handsomeĀ with his sharp jaw, pretty eyes, and his trademark white and crimson hair. Even his scar is beautiful.Ā 
The touch pulls you in like he's got hisĀ own personalĀ orbit.Ā Ā 
Your elbows are braced along the center console, your eyes flicking across his face as his fingers continue to brush along the soft expanse of your cheek. You wring your fingers together.Ā 
Then, his eyes stick to your lips.
"Can I kiss you?" he whispers, his breath fanning across your face.Ā 
You never did go pro.
But, Shoto did.Ā 
It shows.Ā 
Because, at this moment, all you can do is nod feebly before you're swept into the sort of kiss people go to war for. It's the sort of kiss that sticks to your ribs, that feels like warm, fresh food. It's the sort of kiss that would drive you to the brink, that would make you nod and agreeĀ sure, let's get married and have three kids, let's name one after your father, and paint the house blue like your mother's favorite flowerā€”
His mouth is eager, but not in an overbearing way. It's gentle. Slow. As if he needs to remind himself this is real and not some midnight fiction that leaves him aching and alone. Shoto reminds himself to be tepid, pliable, and easy, which is easier said than done when somewhere deep inside of him there's a seventeen-year-oldĀ screamingĀ in victory.Ā 
It's better than anything he could have ever imagined.Ā 
And then youĀ whimper.Ā 
It's a sound tied between bliss and relief and it's muttered against his mouth as you lean in and let your fingers brush the fabric of his dress shirt. The tips of your fingers brush his abdomen and he flexes, the feeling foreign and warm. It warrants his other hand to drift to your face and you break for a breath; he doesn't care that there's lipstick smeared across his mouth. He's kissing you again ā€” this time a little bit more feverish, a little bit moreĀ aching.Ā 
You melt against him, this time your hands trembling to grip his wrists.
He needs to slow down.
He isĀ notĀ having sex with you in his father's car.
That's shameless.
He needs to slow down.
He has to, or he'll lose himself in this and heĀ refusesĀ to fuck this up.Ā 
Shoto's breath is ragged when he finally peels himself away, his lip parted and eyes half-lidded. His grip on your face is still soĀ soft,Ā so gentle. It'sĀ very him.Ā 
You're glad you didn't do this when you were seventeen.
It would have permanently altered your brain chemistry, you're sure of it. How could youĀ everĀ kiss someone else again after that?Ā 
He's rubbing your cheek with his thumb. You swallow, and try to level out your breathing. It's hard when he's still soĀ close,Ā when he's so... perfect.Ā 
"I've wanted to do that," he murmurs against your cheek, "Since our last year at Yuei."
A well-kissed smile breaks across your face. You reel back, your nose wrinkling as you shake your head in disbelief. Shoto isĀ smiling.Ā A real smile. The sort that's so rare you can count on one hand the amount of times you've ever seen it in person.Ā 
"Are you serious?"
"Very," he says, chastely pressing another to your other cheek as he leans back.
"Me too," you admit shyly, "Can we... do it again sometime?"
Shoto's eyes widen incrementally. Then, his smile eases back onto his face.Ā 
"Are you free this weekend?"
"IĀ canĀ be," you reply easily with a honeyed look, "And I will be. For you."
"I get off patrol on Saturday around seven," he explains before asking timidly, "We could... do dinner again?"
"Works for me," you breathe as you move for the handle of the car door, "After all, I never went Pro. Weekends areĀ free."
Shoto scoffs.Ā 
Then, as you open the door and swing a leg out:
"Oh, and tell Touya I thought the suit sexy."
Shoto's laugh is dry. You leave his jacket on the seat and scurry into your apartment with a lovesick wave. HeĀ swearsĀ he sees the silhouette of a familiar ponytail greet you at the door, but he doesn't dwell on it. He waits until you're inside and the lights to the front door are shut off.
Then it hits him. He has another date with you this weekend.Ā 
Not soĀ seventeenĀ anymore, Shoto Todoroki.Ā 
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celesteleoves Ā· 7 months ago
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hcs of bakugou / todoroki being a hardcore simp for reader maybe?
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ā€œI WANNA BE YOURS.ā€
KATSUKI BAKUGOU/SHOTO TODOROKI x fem!reader.
summary: what the request said!
warnings: swearing (bakugouā€¦), mentions of todorokiā€™s childhood (very brief), thatā€™s it i believe!
a/n: i love this request. i hope i wrote this to your liking!
ā€”
BAKUGOU KATSUKI ā€”
he is a very subtle simp. you probably wouldnā€™t even think he liked you if you guys werenā€™t already dating. the way he shows his love for you isā€¦ questionable.
he does the simple things like following you around like a lost puppy (even though he swears he does NOT) .
heā€™ll definitely demand you never leave his side so he can always be there to protect you.
ā€œyouā€™re so weak, you need me to be there to protect you at all times.ā€
youā€™ll just nod, enjoying your boyfriends presence. (heā€™s actually geeking over you aswell and the fact you grace him with your presence).
he takes you everywhere with him and doesnā€™t care about what anyone says. oh, aizawa paired him up with kirishima? youā€™re coming with. you canā€™t stay a second away from him before heā€™s rushing around like a headless chicken looking for you.
your biggest fan by far, anything you do heā€™s practically on the floor worshipping you. then the next second heā€™ll be calling your outfit disgusting in the sweetest way possible.
heā€™ll also deny the fact heā€™s a simp for you. one time, kirishima caught the poor boy gazing at you, dare i say LOVINGLY, across the room as you did a mundane task.
kirishima has never grinned wider than he did when he noticed this. your boyfriend noticed the quiet chuckles leaving his friend and turned towards him.
ā€œwhat the fuck are you laughing at?ā€
ā€œyou stalking y/n!ā€
ā€œI WAS NOT STARING AT HER.ā€ sureā€¦ liar. you literally just outed yourselfā€¦
bakugou loved you, even though he shows it in his weird, weird ways.
SHOTO TODOROKI ā€”
the sweetest, sweetest boyfriend ever. literally the ideal boyfriend anyone could have SIMPLY because of how doting he is towards his partner.
heā€™s absolutely enamoured with you. he isnā€™t shameful about it either! (referencing one of my other head-canons) .
this boy will downright show his love for you.
we all know shoto has a hard time with social cues, he blames it on his childhood and the lack of social times he had ā€“ always being isolated.
thatā€™s also the reason why he doesnā€™t understand why he canā€™t stare you down like a hawk and not expect people to be slightly worriedā€¦ why is he staring at you like he wants to eat you?
cuteness aggression is a thing. you both get it when youā€™re with each other.
you canā€™t believe you managed to secure this boy. he never opened up to just anyone, yet for you he made an exception. you flew that all the time.
meanwhile your boyfriend is still in denial you two are dating. every time you bring up your realtionship heā€™s blushing like a maniac and shying away from you.
your classmates notice the little things. such as you placing your phone face up only for it to be face down a couple seconds later because todoroki fixed it for you knowing you donā€™t want people staring at every notification on your phone (this is so me guys iā€™m sorry).
he is very attentive, heā€™s such a simp. heā€™ll pick up on the little things. sometimes, you feel like he knows you better than you know yourself.
there was definitely one time you had been making yourself a snack in the kitchen, forgetting to get one of your favourite piece of food for the snack .
once your snack was made, you frowned at the missing piece of your food you wanted.
starting to get upset, you looked around for something to make up for this.
ā€œhere.ā€ a soft voice spoke causing you to relax at the sound of todorokis gentle tone.
ā€œi canā€™t find my-ā€
ā€œy/n. here.ā€
you looked at your boyfriends hand, noticing he was holding multiple variations of the missing food item you craved.
your lips trembled at his thoughtfulness and you pulled your boyfriend in for a hug as he returned it with a soft smile on his face.
heā€™s too sweet for you and such a simp!
ā€”
a/n: guys, bare with me if there is spelling errors. this was not proof-read! i hope this was good enough, it was kind of short.
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ā€” HAWKS + DABI + BAKUGO + SHIGARAKI || THINGS THIS LOVESICK BOYS SAYĀ WHEN IN BED WITH YOU
-----------HEADCANONS-----------
HAWKS
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ā€œOh, my darling...fuck, keep doing that.ā€Ā 
ā€œYou're so beautiful, I'm so glad we found each other.ā€
ā€œI know Iā€™m a mess-ā€¦ what else was I supposed to do while waiting to make you mine?ā€Ā 
ā€œLay back and let me do all the work. Iā€™ve dreamed of eating your pretty pussy all week.ā€
ā€œHey, donā€™t shy away from me. Cā€™mere-ā€
ā€œYouā€™re so fuckinā€™ soft. Shiiitā€¦ā€
ā€œHeyā€”no teasing the feathers.ā€
ā€œI n-need to-... I just-ā€¦-Iā€™m going to start moving now.ā€
ā€œArms around my neck and legs around my hipsā€” ngh! Gravity is a bitch, I donā€™t want you falling on me, at least, not literally.ā€
ā€œWhat a good mate, you respond to me so well."
ā€œIā€™m so fuckinā€™ deep, my pretty girl-ā€
ā€œFuckā€”I canā€™t... Iā€™m not gonna last-ā€
ā€œDonā€™t be embarrassed. I love when you squirt on my face.ā€
ā€œGod Iā€™ve wanted this for so long. Iā€™m going to breed your pussy every day, all day long, even after Iā€™ve knocked you up.ā€
ā€œWe're both getting older, babe, and if we want to have more chicks than stars in the sky, then we need to get started.ā€
ā€œTell me you love me-ā€¦ tell me again.ā€
ā€œI do get ahead of myself often, but I canā€™t help it. I just know we belong together-ā€Ā 
ā€œWhat do you say we try for a baby this time?ā€
"Youā€™d be adorable, so swollen and full that you can't walk, that you'd have to rely on me for everything...ā€
ā€œTouch yourself, cā€™mon. Let me see how you play the right notes.ā€
ā€œYou're going to be a wonderful mother for my chicks.ā€
ā€œLet me help you move pretty, put your hands on mine.ā€
ā€œNo oneā€™s gonna hear if I put my hand hereā€¦ no biting, hun.ā€
ā€œIā€™ll make it quick, darling... justā€”let meā€¦ let me go again.ā€
ā€œNeed a hand or a finger?ā€
ā€œJust wait, baby... Fuuuuckā€”give me a damn minute.ā€
ā€œKeep your eyes on me.ā€
ā€œArch your back, there you go, such a good girl.ā€
ā€œFuck, even after cumming you arenā€™t ready to accommodate my size. Donā€™t worry, baby,ā€ he kisses your creased forehead, ā€œā€”then just the tip this time.ā€
ā€œShit, I canā€™t help itā€”ā€ you can feel him twitching excitedly inside you. ā€œI just like you so damn much!ā€ He grunts and snaps his hips again, diving deeper.Ā 
ā€œJust bear with me, I swear Iā€™ll eat you for hours afterā€¦. Please, pretty, pleaseeeeeā€¦ā€ He kept his pace, practically purring with his throaty groans.Ā 
ā€œNo matter how much you didnā€™t want to admit it, I know how to fuck you well, ainā€™t I, beautiful?ā€Ā 
ā€œCā€™mon let me hear you, I can feel you getting tighterā€¦ my cockā€™s rubbing those hard-to-reach placesā€¦. Fuck! I- slid in so easily.ā€
ā€œIā€™m painfully close-ā€¦. Fuck, I donā€™t want to cum yetā€¦ā€
Ā ā€œIs this your sweet spot Iā€™m bullying?ā€Ā 
ā€œEach thrust is inching you closerā€¦ should I slow down or go faster?ā€
ā€œDeeper? Okey-ā€¦ just try to keep it together, I have neighbors.ā€Ā 
ā€œGive me one more. please, just one more baby.ā€
ā€œTry to keep your eyes open, I know itā€™s hardā€¦b-but try for me beautiful.ā€
ā€œGo ahead and sleep, honey, Iā€™m not going anywhere.ā€
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DABI
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ā€œWhatā€™d I did to deserve such a pretty thing like ya?ā€
ā€œIā€™veĀ barelyĀ touch you. You really that hot for me, sweetheart?ā€
ā€œOpen your legs, not gonna say it again.ā€
ā€œDoesnā€™t hurt, its already scarred skin.ā€
ā€œIf I have to kiss your tears away again, you are gonna get itā€” Iā€™ve already told ya, it doesnā€™t hurt anymore-ā€
ā€œBury your hands in my hair, yes... Just like that.ā€
ā€œStop pushing me away. Youā€™re gonna take it all, donā€™t make me shove it down your throat.ā€
ā€œYou love to play the feeble act, but your moans give you away, princess.ā€
ā€œNuh-uh, you havenā€™t cum yet.ā€
ā€œI said ass up.ā€
ā€œYou want it so bad? beg.ā€
ā€œTake them off before I rip them off of you, doll. Donā€™t try me.ā€
ā€œHarder,ā€ he mutters, not a minute after you started.Ā ā€œHarder,ā€ he demands again.
ā€œCould you go any slower? Ride me like you mean it, princess. I know you can.ā€
ā€œCan barely feel that shit. You gotta do better than that, princess. You know I like itĀ rough.ā€
ā€œFuck,ā€ he bit out. ā€œYes, fuckā€¦. Just like that.ā€
ā€œCome on pretty girl. Ride me till youā€™re numb, yeah? Want you to fuck yourself stupid on my cock today.ā€
ā€œMove my hands again and see what happens-ā€
ā€œFuckā€”ā€Ā 
ā€œSorry, baby-ā€¦ I just had to jump at the opportunity to sink my cock deeper.ā€
ā€œSit on it.ā€
ā€œWorried it wonā€™t fit? We always make it work just fineā€”ā€
ā€œI donā€™t have condoms, theyā€™re annoying.ā€Ā He grunts the reply, inwardly absorbed with impatience.Ā 
ā€œDonā€™t moveā€”Just gimme a minuteā€¦ F-Fuckā€¦ā€
ā€œYou fuckinā€™ genius, dammit, I love you so damn much! Not even I knew that spotā€” ā€¦ā€ He shakes his head, in disbelief of the pleasure, even more so that you been the one to give it to him.
ā€œDid you do that on purpose, princess? ā€˜cause now we are doing it every time.ā€Ā 
ā€œFuck that. Donā€™t know if you heard sweetheart, but you were made for me to fuck and breed.ā€
ā€œStop it, no more whiningā€”Iā€™ll do my best to beā€¦.Ā gentler.ā€Ā 
ā€œReally? resist me all you want. I know you love being treated like this.ā€
ā€œRidiculous, I could stare at your pretty cunt all day long.ā€Ā 
ā€œFuck Yeah! I adore the way your thighs tremble like jelly after you cum.ā€
ā€œShould I pull out? Nah, better give me a daughter to spoil.ā€
ā€œUnless you were playing with yourself before I got here, Iā€™m guessingĀ thisĀ is because of my pretty face?ā€
ā€œOver my knee, now.ā€
ā€œSure, I love yaā€” but you are not in charge here, princess. Fuckinā€™ spread them for me.ā€
ā€œWant me to spank that pussy? lay on my lap then-ā€
ā€œOneā€™s never enough, I know my princessā€™s pussy and its begging for another.ā€
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BAKUGO (NSFW art teaser here!)
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ā€œDo you want me to fuck you harder, cutie?ā€
ā€œYou can be loud, I love to hear you, (Y/N).ā€
ā€œIā€™ve waitedĀ so longĀ for this...ā€
ā€œThatā€™s it... slow and easyā€”ā€Ā 
ā€œHow much longer you gonna make me wait, baby?ā€
ā€œYou ever take it raw? Get a big load of cum in your pussy? ā€”donā€™t shy on me, I know you love when I talk dirty to you.ā€
ā€œTake it off before I tear it off.ā€
ā€œBaby... please...I hate to beg-ā€
ā€œMake me wait much longer and Iā€™ll have to fuck you in an alley somewhere.ā€
ā€œWhat a naughty little girl I have just to myself.ā€
ā€œUgh, so hot and wet.ā€Ā 
ā€œI said I wanted to eat your pussy, didnā€™t I? Just sit back and enjoy it, baby girl.ā€
ā€œIā€™d hate to stop teasing you right before the fun part.ā€
ā€œItā€™s soĀ warm...ā€
ā€œWho do you belong to?ā€Ā 
Ā ā€œWhose pussy is this?Ā Say who you belong to.ā€
ā€œGod, what a good fucking cunt. It keeps clenching on my cock like itā€™s hungry for more milk. You want that? You want me to fill you up?ā€
ā€œAs you wish, princess.ā€
ā€œYou gonna cum?ā€Ā 
ā€œGo on, gorgeous. Cum on Daddyā€™s cock.ā€
ā€œFucking take it... take every drop...ā€Ā 
ā€œNice and stuffed... all mine... my little slutty girl...ā€
ā€œI said spread those fuckinā€™ folds.ā€
ā€œSo wet and tight, but my cock just slides right in. Itā€™s like you wereĀ bornĀ to take me inside of your cunt.ā€
ā€œArenā€™t you a sight. All blissed out when we arenā€™t even done.ā€
ā€œThatā€™s right, darlinā€™. You didnā€™t think you could tease me forĀ so longĀ and get away with justĀ one little fuck,Ā did you?ā€
ā€œOh, did you think we wereĀ finished?ā€
ā€œDid I stutter or somethinā€™?ā€
ā€œAlright,Ā baby girl, you asked for it. Just donā€™t come crying to me if you canā€™t move after Iā€™m done with you.ā€
ā€œDonā€™t moveā€”Just a secā€¦ F-Fuckā€¦ā€
ā€œNo, this is-this is fine. This isĀ beyond fine. Keep doing it, please.ā€
ā€œShit, darling, donā€™t-ā€Ā 
ā€œGod,Ā you make me soĀ needy. Please....Ā fuck,Ā please...ā€
ā€œYou feel soĀ wonderful, I might go crazyā€”"
ā€œMore... please,Ā more...ā€
ā€œFuck, Iā€™m stretching you so good.ā€
ā€œGod, the thought of you ever doing something like this toĀ anyone else... I canā€™tĀ stand it.ā€
ā€œI wonā€™t let anyone hurt you ever again. Youā€™re my precious BABY, now and forever."
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SHIGARAKI
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ā€œIt isnā€™t even a ā€˜mightā€™. I can tell you right now with the utmost certainty that you are MINE.ā€
ā€œKeep looking into my eyes, donā€™t you fuckinā€™ look awayā€¦ā€
ā€œDonā€™t you worry your pretty little head,ā€ He coos in a demeaning tone. ā€œIā€™ll be your first and your last. Not any of these other NPCs.ā€
ā€œI can hardly keep my hands to myself, your room or mine.ā€
ā€œI can do whatever I want to you, Iā€™m player one!ā€
ā€œI know, Iā€™m keeping track of my digits, donā€™t worry your pretty head.ā€
ā€œYou are too precious to me to turn to dust, my love.ā€
ā€œI canā€™t- Iā€™m dying to breed you, to bury my cock in your wet pussy. Donā€™t move, I donā€™t want to hurt you, sweetheart.ā€
ā€œMy pants are uncomfortably tight, the fabricā€™s straining against my throbbing dick, I told you not to put on that dress, dammitā€ Shigarakiā€™s practically scratching at the wooden table, surges of arousal shaking him to his core. ā€œCan we go now? Like right NOW?!ā€
ā€œMYĀ girl, so pretty and needy for my cock.ā€
ā€œYou want him dead. You got it.ā€ Ruby eyes stare through his bangs up at your face in some sort of silent promise. ā€œā€”Of course, I will. You are myĀ everything.ā€
ā€œItĀ hurts. IĀ need you to- FUCK, just like that.ā€
ā€œFuck, how-how are you this fuckingĀ wet andĀ warm inside, fuck, fuckā€¦!ā€
ā€œPlease fuck me.ā€
ā€œH-hey, I know a fun game we can play togetherā€¦ Itā€™s calledĀ ā€˜how many times can I make you cum all over my cock?ā€™ā€Ā 
ā€œOne point, five points, ten pointsā€”Cumming again? Are you shooting for a new high-score, sweetheart?ā€
ā€œNow... care if I use my mouth onĀ you?ā€
ā€œJust be good for me, and Iā€™ll take very,Ā veryĀ good care of you.ā€
"Look at you, so worked up over a few couple of fingers, did you miss me that much, sweetheart?"Ā 
ā€œJustĀ looking at youĀ is enough to,Ā ohĀ fuck, drive meĀ wild.ā€
"So desperate for my cock to stuff you-say it, say you want my cockā€”ngh!ā€
"S-Shit,"
"Needy girl, I'll let you have it, be fucking grateful."Ā 
"What? Fainting on me already?"
"Don't let me see you doing this again, orĀ else."
ā€œJustĀ fuck me. IĀ need you, (Y/N),Ā please.Ā Please just fuck bury on me already...! I want it...! I want YOU..!ā€
ā€œHave it your way then.ā€
"Keep licking my balls, oh fuck! Iā€™m gonna dieā€”"
"Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck-!"
ā€œYou look so pretty choking on my cock.ā€
ā€œWhere do you want it, baby?Ā Mouth, breast, face, pussyā€¦ take your pick-ā€
"Are you close, sweetie?"Ā 
ā€œMy feisty little girl. Arenā€™tĀ youĀ just adorable?ā€
"Good girl. Give me a minute and Iā€™ll clean up that mess you made."Ā 
ā€œCum for me. Cum on my cock andĀ show me that youā€™re mine.ā€
ā€œI just... wanted to cuddle a little more, is all. Didnā€™t want to... you know, waste the moment.ā€
ā€œDonā€™t you worry, my love. Iā€™ll be sure to give you anything you could ever want and more.ā€Ā 
ā€œYou donā€™t have to take me all the way into your esophagus, but I expect you to make me cum, andĀ yes, IĀ doĀ want you to swallow.ā€
ā€œGo on, get on your knees.ā€
ā€œNgh, thatā€™s it, keep going...ā€
ā€œYou look so wonderful like this, with your lips wrapped around my cock. I wish I could take a pic for Dabi to swallow his words.ā€Ā 
ā€œI want you all to myself.ā€
ā€œH-here it comes...Be sure... to drink...Ā every.. last... drop...YOU ARE FUCKINā€™ MINE!!ā€
I MADE SOME SICK NSFW ART FOR THIS HEADCANONS, YOU CAN CHECK THEM OUT IN MY PATREON. (Along with more MHA nsfw artwork)
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mirkoluvs Ā· 6 months ago
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ā˜… MISSING A DATE BECAUSE OF AN INJURY WITH MHA CHARACTERS
characters: midoriya, bakugo, todoroki, kirishima, denki
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tired-teacher-blog Ā· 8 months ago
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Shouto didn't have to reveal his relationship status for his friends to figure out he was in one.
Their first clue was that little phone charm hanging from his device cutely, it was colorful in an almost childish way, opposing his style and personality but he showed it off proudly.
Another thing that peaked their interest was the mouthwatering bento box he started bringing to work with him instead of whatever horrid concoctions he used to make for himself, he cannot cook to save his life, so there must be someone else who's now taking care of that.
Besides all that, he actually started smiling more and his face was no longer expressionless as it used to be, especially when on the phone with a mysterious someone, speaking softly and ending the call with a quiet 'I love you' when he thought no one was listening.
However, they didn't need to ask about this special someone's identity for them to easily figure out it was you.
He wasn't as secretive as he thought he was, always betrayed by his lingering gaze on you, and the light shade of pink warming up his face as he loses his confidence while speaking to you, he even seemed unaware of constantly tracking your whereabouts.
So when you showed up one day, hand in hand with him, all smiles and eagerness to reveal the happy news, you were mind blown to receive an excited but unsurprised congratulation of:
_ "Yes! We knew it!"
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revasserium Ā· 2 months ago
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soooo thinking about pro!hero shouto being waylaid in the street by a tiny cute girl scrabbling for his autograph, and he's still a bit bewildered by this whole fame thing but he tries his best -- so he bends down to ask her what he'd like signed, only to hear your voice, to look up and see you, just about the prettiest creature he'd ever laid eyes on, running up to the little girl and scooping her up into your arms before bowing and saying --
"i'm so sorry! she just ran off -- you can't do that, mia-chan! your mama will kill me of something happens to you!" before turning back to him with a pleading sort of smile and just, "sorry again -- she's my cousin's daughter -- i promise she doesn't mean to bother -- she's just such a huge fan --"
but he can't help noticing the glow in your cheeks and can't stop himself from wondering if you're a fan too. and what he'd do if you said yes.
"not a bother," he smiles, "it's just part of the job." he looks at the girl now, extending a hand, "thanks for being my fan -- what would you like signed?"
"no really -- you don't have to --" you say, but shouto reaches for a pen all the same.
"no, it's okay. i want to."
so he signs the little girl's handkerchief, and feels his chest go warm at the way she presses it to her chest, grinning wide enough to split the sky. it's only then that she looks back at him with curious, wide eyes and asks --
"aren't you going to sign anything for big sister? she's your big fan too!"
"mia!" you go just about the most darling shade of red, looking anywhere but at shouto; he clears his throat, licking his lips.
"i... i don't mind... if you'd like something --"
"no, please -- we've bothered you enough."
"can she have your number?" mia asks, now positively devious as she looks between him and you, "it was her new years wish when we did our first temple visit --"
"mia! that's enough -- i'm sorry, we'll just go --"
"here." he scribbles down his number and presses it into your hand with a bright blush of his own. and now he's the one who can't look at you, "you don't have to do anything with it -- if you don't want to. but if you do..."
"i -- i do! i just --" you glance back down at mia, grinning smugly in your arms.
"then... you can call me later. or text. whichever." he takes a few steps back, swallowing passed the heartbeat now thundering in the back of his throat.
"yeah. sure -- i will! i mean -- only if you don't mind."
"i don't. really."
"okay."
"okay then. see you."
"yeah... see you... soon."
"yeah. soon."
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uravichii Ā· 2 years ago
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pov: you're drop-dead gorgeous (and they don't know how to deal with it)
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character/s: bakugo katsuki, shinsou hitoshi, kaminari denki, todoroki shouto
genre: fluff, crack (?), them hyping u up like there's no tomorrow, uhh reader wears makeup šŸ¤•
notes: this is for all u pretty mfs aka all of u whether u believe it or not YOU ARE PRETTY AMD HOT AND AMAZING šŸ˜”ā€¼ļø also disclaimer: the boys love u not just for your face. they think you're so cool for being beautiful inside n out and this is just them appreciating the out šŸ§Žā€ā™€ļø
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bakugo katsuki thinks you're so pretty that his only response to it is to be angry. he'd watch intently the way you'd smooth your clothes down and cutely fiddle with your hair in the mirror as if there's even anything to fix. he'll cup your pretty face in his hands and squeeze your cheeks together (cuteness aggression probably), "tell me why you're so fucking pretty all the time? what are you so pretty for, huh?!"
bakugo katsuki would always watch you do your makeup and hair and then slip into the prettiest clothes only you can pull off and he's just mesmerized by the whole thing.
"katsuki, please stop drooling and get dressed. we're gonna be late."
his only response is: "fuck off."
because he can never deny nor hide the fact that he constantly admires you every chance he gets. he storms his way to you and snatches a shimmery eyeshadow from your makeup bag. "tch, you don't even need any of this shit."
"you don't like it, katsuki?" you stare up at him doe-eyed, easily making his heart skip a beat.
"h-hah?! i didn't say that!" he shoves it to your hand, "now do this glittery shit next!"
and you just ditch whatever plans you'd made and spend the rest of the night trying on different makeup looks. he'll insist that you sit on his lap while you doll yourself up just because, and you gladly do so but then you both end up wearing a full face of glam makeup šŸ§ā€ā™€ļø he doesn't know how he just let it happen but he's like, "whatever makes you fucking happy, y/n."
he then proceeds to tell you that, "every one of those ugly extras should grovel at your feet, worship the ground you walk on, and then beg for your forgiveness."
"forgive them for what?"
he stares blankly at you. "for breathing the same air as you."
bakugo katsuki's not active on social media at all but on his instagram, his first and only post is a photo dump of just youćƒ¼ the selfies you took on his phone, your date outfits, candid photos (by courtesy of bakugo katsuki) of you smiling at a stray cat, the power nap you took on his shoulder, and his favorite one by far: a photo of you wearing his black tank top that completely swallows you up, holding up two little peace signs on your cheeks.
and of course, he captions it, "u and ur ugly ass wish u were y/n."
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shinsou hitoshi is convinced he's dating a model. he doesn't know how it happened, but he is a little proud of whatever the hell was in him that managed to rizz you up.
he thinks you look amazing in absolutely anything. so when you go clothes shopping together, he casually picks up all types of clothes from the racks until there's a whole pile of them in his arms.
when you shoot him a questioning look about it, he only says, "think you'll look amazing in these, babe."
he also picks up some accessories and just wears them on youćƒ¼ hats, sunglasses, hair pins, and you just let him because each time you let him accessorize you, he gives those little comments like, "amazing." "cute" "this one's tacky; i put it on you as a joke but you pull it off for some reason." "yes. slayed." he made you wear cat ears one time and he just melts right there, immediately taking a photo of you for his new lockscreen.
it bothers shinsou hitoshi a lot when people stare at you even when they can clearly see his hand on the small of your back. he'll slide closer to you and kiss the top of your head all the while he gives them a death stare he wishes he could do more.
he squeezes your waist a little to call your attention.
"hm? what's up, hitoshi?"
he looks at you blankly, taking in your features in awe as if for the first time again. then he stuffs your face into his chest, your legs staggering as you grab a hold of his forearms.
"hey, what are you doing?" you giggle in his chest. he's relieved you can't see his flushed cheeks. "hitoshiii"
"you're too good for this world, y/n. i need to start gatekeeping you."
what blows shinsou hitoshi's mind the most is how you're probably unaware of your effect on him, no matter how many times he's called you all synonyms of the word, 'beautiful'
he's sat on the couch, a tiny smile of adoration tugging on his lips when he sees you running up to him. your eyes brim with excitement as you call his name, truly the prettiest ones he's ever seen.
"something happened?ćƒ¼" he pauses when you lean your face so close to his. he sinks back into the couch as the tips of ears start to turn red.
it takes a moment until he realizes that you're showing off the purple eyeshadow you had done on yourself, batting your eyelashes at him as you wait for his response bc right now he's just staring at you like šŸ˜¦šŸ’˜ā€¼ļøā€¼ļøā€¼ļø
"it's the one you picked out from the mall yesterday. is it pretty?"
"y/n." his hands slowly find their way to your waist, "i don't believe you're real sometimes. you are possibly the most beautiful person i've ever seen."
"really?"
"god," he pulls you by the waist until you're sat on his lap, your legs straddling him. "you have no idea."
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remember how bakugo said all those extras should be groveling at your feet and worshipping you? yeah, it's kaminari denki. he worships you.
he thinks you're beautiful and he's LOUD about it.
he's constantly bragging about you to his friends and showing off your photos (if you're comfy w/ that), "oh this? oh yeah, this is is y/n, the coolest, funniest, drop dead gorgeous, most ethereal person on earth and they're dating ME."
and bakugo would just grab his phone and knock it against his head with a thud šŸ¤•, "WE FUCKING GET IT. NOW, SHUT UP, DUMBASS."
he'll rub his head while cackling, "whatever, i'm dating Y/N. who cares about anything if you're dating y/n?"
kaminari denki doesn't love you just for your beauty though. you're not just some eye candy to him. if someone ever called you one though, you bet he's zapping their ass and with the whole bakusquad by his side because somehow they feel obligated to protect you now too. šŸ§ā€ā™€ļø (denki's effect)
and just as much as he compliments your beauty everyday, he never forgets to let you know how beautiful your heart is too. in fact, he calls you 'angel' because how could someone be this beautiful and be so kind and caring to him at the same time?
"sometimes.." he looks up pensively from his lap where you lay your head, "i feel like i've been blessed by the heavens when i got to date you.
"denkićƒ¼"
"don't even think i'm exaggerating, y/n!" he pokes your cheek when you turn your head to look at him, "you're amazing. i don't know what i did for you to give me a chance."
there are times though when a part of kaminari denki feels a little insecure because he thinks he looks quite stupid next to you, and it doesn't help either that the bakusquad never lets him hear the end of it šŸ˜”
"denki, you don't look stupid because you're next to me. you do that on your own."
"aww, thank yćƒ¼ hol' up." šŸ¤Ø
he's pouting but you immediately wipe that off by apologizing and peppering his face with kisses, ending it with a loud smooch on his lips with a "mmmwah!"
kaminari denki now can't remember what you're even apologizing for in the first place.
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you and todoroki shouto are so beautiful, the visuals are blinding šŸ˜© you'd walk to your classroom together, him opening the door for you and you smiling at him, lovingly squeezing his arm as a silent 'thank you,' and people just stare with their mouths agape, not knowing who exactly to be jealous of.
shouto definitely stares the most though until it concerns midoriya, "t-todoroki-kun, you haven't moved in three minutes. are you okay?" because he might as well have drawn hearts on his eyes and stab an arrow to his heart with the way he looks at you.
todoroki shouto always kisses your eyes, nose, cheeks, hair, and your lips, of course, just to let you know how beautiful he thinks they are.
he thinks whatever you do or wear is so pretty, hence, the many, many photos of you on his phone. his lockscreen changes every 2 days because everyday he just gets a prettier shot of you, and he always shows them to you and to his friends and siblings ā˜¹ļø because everyone, including you, should appreciate what a beauty you are!
"this looks great! you'd make a great photographer, shouto" you lean in to kiss his cheek, immediately sending a flush across his face.
"well..." he looks to the ground, the feeling of your lips still lingering on his right cheek. "that's all you... you're beautiful. i don't know how it has anything to do with me, but thank you."
and then he leans closer, tilting his head to the side to silently ask for another kiss. you laugh softly at this, and when you cup his cheeks in your hands and start planting kisses all over his face the way he does to you, shouto confirms it in his mindćƒ¼ y/n is an angel.
todoroki shouto would get a little overboard with the photos though because he'll spam that button and keep every single one. when you ask why keep the blurry ones, he explains, "that's still a photo of you. why would i delete it?"
he also has a photo of his point of view from when he had his head on your lap. he said he wanted to capture "the happiest moment of his life." you convince yourself it's sweet but it's literally just a photo of your chin in a weird angle.
"shouto, that's just my chin."
he looks at you dead in the eye. "y/n, you have a lovely chin."
you call him a weirdo, which surprises him a little, but then you drape your arms around his neck and pepper kisses all over his face again because who else in the world would say that to you?
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m3gum1s Ā· 5 months ago
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your insta if you were datingā€¦
izuku midoriya, katsuki bakugo, shoto todoroki
ā€” hi guys !! i finally crawled out of whatever cave i was rotting in and made this :3 iā€™m so glad bnha & haikyuu is getting popular again TT the fact that i had one more pic for each of them but forgot abt the 10 pic limit
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izuku midoriya :
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katsuki bakugo
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4ngeldusstt Ā· 1 year ago
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ā‹†ļ½” ļ¾Ÿ ļøŽļ½” ā‹†ļ½” ļ¾Ÿ ļ¾Ÿ ļ½” ā‹† ā‹†ļ½” ļ¾Ÿ ļøŽļ½” ā‹†ļ½” ļ¾Ÿ ļ¾Ÿ ļ½” ā‹† ā‹†ļ½” ļ¾Ÿ ļøŽļ½” ā‹†ļ½” ļ¾Ÿ ļ¾Ÿ ļ½” ā‹† ā‹†ļ½”
Two thick fingers in your mouth, ā€œyouā€™re a messā€ he chuckles darkly at your state, ā€œfeels good huh?ā€ You canā€™t talk, gagging on his fingers all you can do is nod frantically in response, smug smirk not leaving his lips, the proud look on his face of seeing you fall apart on his cock, breaking you to the point where all you can do is cry from the overstimulation, he keeps pounding into you, youā€™re a good girl, his good girl, you can take it. ā€œIā€™m gonna fill you up with my cum and I am going to fuck it out of you, understood?ā€ You nod frantically again so desperate, taking anything he is willing to give you. ā€œWhat do you have to say baby?ā€ He pulls his fingers out of your mouth, covered in saliva wrapping them around your neck, ā€œthank you thank you thank you.ā€ You repeat almost like a mantra, ā€œgood girl, I see I trained you well.ā€ Pounding faster and harder, sloppy thrusts making you throw your head back into the push pillows your eyes rolling back due to the pleasure, ā€œfuck, your pussy feels so tight around me, youā€™re close again?ā€ He chuckles as his fingers hold your jaw forcing eye contact ā€œyou came what? Not even five minutes ago? Needy girl.ā€ He loves humiliating you, he fucks you so good, you canā€™t help but cum over and over again.
ā‹†ļ½” ļ¾Ÿ ļøŽļ½” ā‹†ļ½” ļ¾Ÿ ļ¾Ÿ ļ½” ā‹† ā‹†ļ½” ļ¾Ÿ ļøŽļ½” ā‹†ļ½” ļ¾Ÿ ļ¾Ÿ ļ½” ā‹† ā‹†ļ½” ļ¾Ÿ ļøŽļ½” ā‹†ļ½” ļ¾Ÿ ļ¾Ÿ ļ½” ā‹† ā‹†ļ½” ļ¾Ÿ ļøŽļ½”
TOJI, Eren, Gojo, LEVI, Geto, NANAMI, Choso, Jean, DABI, Kakashi, Sasuke, Reiner.
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felinecyan Ā· 5 months ago
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Reality of Realizations
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[Shoto Todoroki x Female!Reader]
Synopsis: After the Sports Festival, Shoto comes to realize just how awful his behavior was, and heā€™s determined to make things right.
WC: 3559
Category: Mega Fluff, Awkward!Shoto
This idea smacked me to my keyboard at 3 am and took me hostage until I finished itā€¦ I hope you enjoy it!! ā˜ŗļøšŸ«¶
怎ā€¢ā€¢āœŽā€¢ā€¢ć€
In the beginning, Shoto didnā€™t feel guilty. He felt indifference. To him, U.A. was about succeeding his father without his fatherā€™s side of his bloodline, the fire part of his quirk. Everything was about becoming a hero that wasn't like Endeavor. Everything was about getting stronger without using fire.
Friendships werenā€™t his concern. In fact, he didn't give them much thought at all. He didnā€™t feel like they would be beneficial to his cause.
For some reason, though, you wanted to be around him. Maybe it was because you saw something in him, some type of potential that even he didnā€™t recognize. Or maybe you just had a lot of energy that needed to be spent, and being around him was your only means of releasing it. Either way, you never left him alone. You followed him, sat next to him in class, and asked him about his quirk.
And with his current mindset, he was rather annoyed with your persistence. He knew he could handle it himself. He could do well in school and become a great hero without any help. You were a distraction to his goal, and he was not having it.
When you first tried to start a conversation, Shoto looked straight ahead. His gaze remained fixed on the whiteboard. If you continued to be persistent, he would snap at you. It was a guarantee.
As much as he wouldnā€™t like to admit, sometimes the father-son resemblance would shine through.
You tried again, asking him what his favorite food was. When he didnā€™t answer, you shrugged and turned your head toward the windowā€”another failed attempt.
Your attempts only increasingly became more annoying as time went on. The same questions, the same responses, and the same outcome:
An angry Todoroki who just wanted to be left alone.
But it wasn't until the Sports Festival that things changed for him. Midoriya helped him realize that his father wouldnā€™t define him, but his own choices would. It was enlightening, and after their fight, he felt a strong sense of respect for the green-haired boy.
And due to that awakening, he realized just how absolutely rude he had been toward you.
You were one of his classmates, a person who was in the same school as him, training to be a hero just like him. You were someone who deserved respect, and he didnā€™t treat you the way you should have been.
That guilt settled in.
He was a horrible person.
He had to make up for it.
And, no, a simple apology would not be enough. He needed to go the extra mile and show you that he meant what he said and that he was truly sorry.
The question was, how?
He knew little about you. He never spoke to you, not in the way you had tried speaking to him, so how would he know your favorite food, your favorite color, your favorite animal? How would he know what kind of flowers or sweets you liked?
How could he make you happy when he was the one who hurt you in the first place?
He thought long and hard. He pondered and pondered, trying to think of what you could possibly enjoy, but his mind would draw a blank.
So, he did the only thing he could think of: he asked Midoriya for help. The green-haired boy had that entire notebook dedicated to all the quirks every classmate had, so surely it could give him some insight into how to approach you.
Surely, it would help.
After class, Todoroki went over to Midoriya. He kept his hands in his pockets, and he looked the other way, not quite wanting to see Midoriya's expression.
Needless to say, he was absolutely surprised when Todoroki asked him for help. Surprised and absolutely delighted. The way he started bouncing in his seat with the biggest smile on his face made Todoroki want to reconsider the offer. But before he could retract, Midoriya already had his notebook out.
He flipped through a few pages, his finger stopping when he found your name. Honestly, it was unnerving just how many notes were dedicated to each individual.
Midoriya read your likes and dislikes; apparently, they were all through observation and not from you telling him. Maybe if Todoroki wasnā€™t so mean to you, then he wouldā€˜ve known what you liked, too.
He figured you had to make it obvious for Midoriya to write it down, right? Thereā€™s no way Midoriya would be able to figure out that information from just watching.
Then again, his analysis was pretty spot on. He knew what your personality was; he dealt with it firsthand. Of course, at the time, he didn't think too much about it. All he thought was how much he wanted you to leave him alone. Now, however, he wanted you to ask him those questions.
He wanted to be your friend.
He learned that you loved reading books. Not only that, but you loved flowers. Not the typical roses or sunflowers, but the less popular flowers. The type of flower that not a lot of people would think of when thinking about the beauty of a flower.
You also loved sweets, mostly anything with the word "chocolate" in the name. You had a sweet tooth, and it was very apparent.
Todoroki didnā€™t know why, but he found himself smiling. Finding out your likes and dislikes and learning about your personality was interesting. He wished he hadnā€™t been so blind before. Maybe then, he could've been friends with you earlier.
But it was okay. He could still become your friend. He could still fix things.
Midoriya had written down a list of things that you would appreciate the most, and then it was on the planning portion.
Gift-giving was still a relatively new concept for Shoto. He never had any real reason to give someone a gift before, and when he did give gifts, it was mostly for his siblings on special occasions.
He never really had the opportunity to buy a gift for a friend.
Midoriya told him that the best gifts were meaningful and came from the heart.
"Think of a memory you have with them. Think of something that they would really enjoy."
But the issue was, he had no memories with you. No good ones, anyhow. They were all trash because he never gave you the chance to have a good memory with him.
"Hey, Todoroki, if you wereā€”"
You always sounded so genuine when asking him those foolish questions, but the moment he turned his head, his glare could have killed you.
"Do you always have to bother me? Doesnā€™t it get tiring asking the same things, day in and day out?" His tone was harsh, and he didn't mean for it to sound that way, but it was the only tone he ever used on you.
"No wonder your parents sent you to boarding school in America before applying here. I wouldnā€™t be able to deal with you either."
Yeah, those were his words. Those were his exact words. Not the nicest, were they?
The sentence was completely laced with poison, and even Shoto knew it then. He truly didnā€™t mean to bring that up; it was a low blow, but the damage was done, and the second it was said, your expression fell.
Shame, really. You were only trying to be nice. You didnā€™t deserve his spiteful attitude. You were kind and thoughtful, and you were a very good person, but he couldnā€™t bring himself to accept your kindness.
So, how the hell was he going to be able to apologize to you? How was he going to give you a present that meant something when all his memories of you were filled with his hate?
He sat on his bed, his legs crossed as he held his head. He needed an idea, but his mind drew a blank. What the hell was he supposed to do?
Midoriya told him that a homemade gift was probably the best among a couple of special items. If he made something himself, he could show how much effort he put into it. He could make something meaningful and show just how sorry he was.
But... he wasn't the most creative person. In fact, his creativity was nonexistent. He didnā€™t know the first thing about making something from scratch.
He knew how to make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and a tasty soba, but other than that, he was lost.
And it wasn't like he could ask for his siblings' help. He took that as a sign of not owning up to his mistakes. If he couldnā€™t figure this out, then he didn't deserve your friendship.
His eyes were fixated on his desk. His textbooks were sprawled out, and a couple of papers were scattered across the table. He was currently studying for the next exam, and his phone was off to the side, plugged into the wall to charge.
His mind shouldā€™ve been on schoolwork, but the only thing he could think of was you. He needed an idea, and soon, because if he didn't do anything, his guilt would eat him alive.
His mind continued to wander.
Flowers, chocolate, a book, a teddy bear.
None of these would be enough. None of these were personal; none of these would mean something.
His eyes wandered from his desk to the window. The sky was orange, a beautiful sunset. He watched as the clouds passed and the birds flew by.
Birds.
Why does that remind him of something?
What do birds have to do with a gift?
He closed his eyes, trying to remember a moment. Any moment, whether good or bad, anything that could help him get a hint as to what to do.
And then, a memory flashed.
It was a rainy day, and you were late.
You were walking and running, but the rain was coming down pretty hard. You werenā€™t an idiot, so you weren't wearing the U.A. uniform. Instead, you wore a jacket. But even then, you were still soaked.
You didnā€™t have an umbrella, a raincoat, or any protective gear. You were running through the rain, trying to get to the school before the bell rang.
Luckily, it wasn't too far away.
Shoto remembered seeing you run, and for a brief second, he thought you were an idiot. He wondered why you didn't just take the bus or the train. If you lived near the school, you would've had plenty of time.
And still, even being as late as you were, you were still determined to have your daily conversations with Shoto.
You were definitely an odd ball, but in that moment, a certain memory came to mind.
When you finally made it to class, you were absolutely soaked. Your hair was sticking to your face, and your shoes were squishing with every step you took.
You sat down, understandably grumpy, but you werenā€™t upset that you were late, wet, or even sick the next day. No, what was upsetting you was the fact that you had lost something.
A hairclip, to be specific.
You lost a hairclip.
It was a clip that had a hummingbird attached to it. The clip itself was silver, but the hummingbird was painted green. He knows this because you wouldnā€™t stop talking about it.
He remembered you saying that it was a gift from a family member. He didnā€™t know who, nor did he care at the time, but you cared.
You really cared.
You spent the majority of the day searching for the hairclip. You searched the hallways, the bathroom, the cafeteria, everywhere you could think of, but it wasnā€™t there. It was nowhere to be found.
And for a week, you wore your hair down, which was the complete opposite of what you normally did.
If only Shoto realized this at the time, then he would've helped you look for it. He was good at finding things, ironically, but the thought didnā€™t cross his mind, and neither did the memory.
Until now.
In a split second, he bolted up. He rushed downstairs, not caring if he was loud. He didnā€™t care if his family could hear him; he didnā€™t care if he was disturbing their peace.
He had an idea, a good one, and it was perfect.
It was the most personal gift he could think of. Throw in a couple of your favorites, and it would be perfect.
He would make you a gift basket, but he would add his own touch to it. Again, he wasnā€™t that creative, but he had a basic idea. Youā€™d like ribbons, right? Why not a nice bow?
Unfortunately, your specific hummingbird hair clip was long gone, but the internet seemed to have everything. He searched for hours, ignoring his study guide for the upcoming exam, and finally, after what seemed like forever, he found a silver hummingbird. It wasnā€™t painted green, but it was the same model as your old one.
It was the best he could do. And fortunately, due to the one-day shipping, he would have it by the time Monday rolled around.
He ordered it, and when it came in, he put the basket together. He bought you a book based on your favorite genre, some chocolate, a bouquet of some of your favorite flowers, and then, he added the ribbon.
The clip he put in a special case, away from the basket. He would be giving this separately because it would mean more, and he felt like this was something that shouldnā€™t be touched by anything else.
And, well, he wanted to see your reaction to his apology. It would be easier to read your expression if he didn't give you both the gift at the same time.
Oh, right, the apology.
He didnā€™t really think about that, and honestly, he didnā€™t know how to start.
But the best way to do anything is with practice, right?
Screw that upcoming test. He had something much more important to deal with, and knowing him, heā€™d probably still ace the test anyway.
He cleared his throat, standing in the middle of his room.
Okay, how would he start?
Hi? No, that was too casual.
Hello? No, it's not formal enough.
Greetings?
No, no, he shouldnā€™t sound like a robot.
He needed something more genuine, more real.
Maybe... maybe he should start by telling you how sorry he was. Yeah, that would be the best.
He cleared his throat again.
"Hey," his voice cracked, and his eyes widened. He sounded so awkward. That was so not smooth.
He started over.
"I know we haven't spoken in a while," he started. "I'm... I'm sorry for everything I've done. For everything I've said. You didn't deserve any of that."
This felt like a speech. Maybe he should tone it down.
"Iā€¦ I was a horrible person, and I wish I could take back all the things I said, but I can't, and I'm sorry. I'm truly sorry. And I know a simple sorry won't fix everything, so..."
He went over to the desk and picked up the box with the silver hummingbird inside.
"I want to give you this. I hope you like it."
Okay, practice over. Heā€™s better off winging it. He truly regretted how he acted, so regardless of how the apology goes, hopefully, you can see that he's being genuine.
He sighed.
Hopefully.
The next day came quicker than expected. He spent the entire night preparing, and by the time the morning came, he was exhausted.
But it was okay because soon, he'd be able to see you and, hopefully, make amends.
Panic didnā€™t set in until he caught sight of you at your locker, picking out your books.
The moment his eyes landed on you, his heart started to race. His throat went dry, and his hands got clammy.
This is it, he thoughtā€”all or nothing.
He took a deep breath.
Here goes.
"Excuse me," he started. His voice sounded shaky, but he ignored it. He had to stay confident and pretend he wasnā€™t nervous.
You turned to him, and the moment your eyes met his, he swore he could feel his heart stop.
Those eyesā€¦ full of utter shock and surprise. You were really caught off guard. And he was, too, because not a single word was uttered from his lips.
"Um," you cleared your throat. "Hey, Todoroki," you smiled at him. You seemed hesitant, and honestly, who could blame you? He had never really been nice to you.
"I was just heading to class, but uh," you rubbed the back of your neck. "Did youā€¦ did you need something?"
The question made him snap back into reality.
He was still speechless, so to fix the awkward atmosphere, he decided just to hand you the basket.
You were obviously confused. Your brows were furrowed, and you stared at the present like it was some foreign object.
"What's this?"
"It's a gift."
Your confusion didn't fade. In fact, it was almost replaced with concern.
"For... me?"
Oh, for the love ofā€¦, snap out of it, Shoto!
He shook his head.
"Yes, for you," he handed you the gift, and when you held it, he couldnā€™t stop his heart from skipping a beat. "Iā€¦"
He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Look, I'm... I'm sorry. For everything."
You just stared at him blankly, and for a moment, Shoto felt the panic rise. What if you didnā€™t forgive him?
You were quiet for a while, and his nervousness only grew. He decided to try again.
"You were just trying to be friends, and all I did was push you away. I was soā€¦ rude and cold, and you didnā€™t deserve any of that. You were just trying to be kind. So, I wanted to make it up to you. I wanted to do something nice and show you how deeply apologetic I am."
Silence.
He didn't know what to say anymore, so he continued, hoping he wasn't making a bigger mess than what it was.
"I also, uh, got you this," he pulled out the case from inside his uniform. With the way you were silent the entire time, he was starting to think you wouldnā€™t accept the gift.
So, the moment your hand reached out to grab the box, he was relieved to know you were willing to listen.
"I know itā€™s not your original, but it's the closest I could find. And, well, it's the least I could do, considering how I acted."
When you opened the box, he could see the way your eyes lit up. He was so nervous about this, so scared that you wouldnā€™t like it, but the way you smiled proved him wrong.
And that smile. Oh, that smile.
He caused that smile. Instead of stealing it away or making it go away, he made it appear.
"Todoroki, I," you were speechless. Utterly speechless, he could tell by the way you looked up at him.
You were trying to find the right words, and honestly, he didnā€™t blame you. He was in a similar situation.
"You didnā€™t have to get me this," you said, a bright smile on your face. You were holding the hummingbird gently like it was a precious object. "I probably would've forgiven you even if you didnā€™t get me anything."
Wait, was that a yes?
Was that a yes?!
Shoto could feel the corners of his lips twitch. He felt himself smiling.
"Thank you," you continued, still holding the hummingbird carefully. "It means a lot to me. I appreciate the effort you put into this. And, um, thank you for the apology. I really needed to hear it. Honestly, I thought I did something wrong, so I'm glad that wasnā€™t the case."
You laughed a bit, and even if he was confused about why you were laughing at all, he was relieved that you were accepting his apology.
"You did nothing wrong," he told you. "I was the one who messed up. I have issues, but that's not an excuse to be a jerk."
You smiled again, and he noticed the way you fiddled with the box. It was clear you wanted to attach the hairclip.
"I canā€¦ um, help you with that if you want."
The instant nod from you was enough for him to grab it delicately from the box, and when he did, you turned around.
It was a really pretty clip, and it suited you. Whoever originally gave it to you clearly had great taste.
It took a second, but he finally placed it into your hair. When you turned back around, he nodded in approval.
"You look nice," he told you.
"Thank you."
There was a pause.
"Um, did you, uh, want to sit together during lunch? I mean, you don't have to if you don't want to, but I thought I'd ask."
The amount of joy he suddenly felt was unexplainable. You were accepting him, and it was the most amazing thing he had ever experienced.
"Yeah, sure," he nodded. "That sounds nice."
Mission make up with you: success.
The guilt of everything still lingered, and he would have to apologize to everyone else as well, but that could be done later.
Right now, all that mattered was his new friend. A friend that shouldā€™ve been his a long time ago.
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uwtloml Ā· 4 months ago
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smau idea: texting the mha boys and telling them that your tampon is stuck. IM SORRY I JUST THINK ITS SO FUNNY. also i LOVE LOVE LOVE your content <3
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writteninkat Ā· 5 months ago
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MHA GUYS' FAVORITE PUBLIC PLACES TO FUCK YOU
w/ Bakugou, Kirishima, Todoroki, Kaminari
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warning: smut, nsfw, exhibitionism, oral(f!reader & m!characters receiving), unprotected sex
a/n: sorry denki's seemed super rushed i have a terrible headache and i have a feeling leaving this unfinished won't help:")
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KATSUKI BAKUGOU
this man loves taking you in high places.
balconies, rooftops, pressing you against the floor to ceiling windows of his office located at the very top floor.
there's something about your moans travelling long distances that has him thinkingā€”that's right, extras. listen to how good i make my girl feel. she's just for me, though. feel free to listen as i fuck her so good.
mmhmm, he loves to show off. he loves to show you off.
that's why your breasts are constantly being pressed against his office windows whenever you visit him during lunch
"imagine the fuckers looking up at you right now." he growls in your ear as his fingers busy themselves on your clit, your eyes rolling back in ecstacy as the simple thought of a stranger witnessing this act have you gushing
"yeah that's right, you loving showing others what a slut you are for me, right?" he sucks on the side of your neck, flicking on your clit making your legs wobble in bliss.
at home? your back is digging against the railings of your balcony as your boyfriend sucks on your tits, your fingers swimming through his blond locks with your legs locked around his waist, heels pressing against his round ass
"oh god! oh my fucking god!" you moan loudly, hoping your neighbors hear. hoping they know just how amazing of a fuck pro hero dynamight gives.
"yeah, call for your god all you want baby, i'll still eat you up." katsuki growls, sinking his teeth on the crook of your neck, the pain pushing an orgasm out of you
EIJIROU KIRISHIMA
the obsession this man has with going grocery shopping with you is unparalleled
mainly because he gets to finger and tongue fuck you in every hidden corner you find at the store
"fuck- fuck, eiji!" you gasp loudly, looking around to make sure no one walks in on your boyfriend on his knees in front of you with your leg propper on his shoulder as you press onto the wall, hoping you wont topple over
in the scary case of the act being seen or worse- videotaped, the only person being recognized will be you, as eijirou's head is covered by the flowy skirt of your dress. and that has you grinding your hips on his mouth
"jesus christ, i'm gonna cum baby!" you whisper, feeling his tongue thrusting inside you as he sucks on your clit, electricity running up your spine as you near the top
"c'mon baby," you hear your boyfriend's muffled voice feom underneath you, "cum for me, lemme drink that sweet, sweet juice."
and you do. once a good girl, always a good girl. you can never say no to the sweet boy between your legs.
but the grocery isn't the only place eijirou loves visiting with you.
taking a stroll at the park in the dead of night will have you on your knees behind a tree with your hands tied behind your back by whatever your boyfriend brings or finds.
tonight, he found an unused handkerchief in his pocket, and decided to make use of it.
"god, fuck, baby..." his moans inspire you to take him deeper, watching him through your lashes as he tilts his head back, pressing it against the tree
"fuck, that mouth should be considered a sin." he grunts, tightening his grip on your hair as he moves you himself
his hips move on their own, his hip moving in your throat as your vision begins to dim with the lack of oxygen
"swallow me up baby, lemme feel your throat tightening around me."
and you do as you're told, using the last bit of your energy to swallow him as bast as you can, feeling him burst with thick, hot cum inside
SHOTO TODOROKI
oh how he loves it when you ride him in any of his cars, but he absolutely goes feral when you choose to take the tesla
it means he can shift it to auto and have nothing to worry about. he loves the way his surroundings move past him as your tits bounce above him, your hips shaking in circular motions
it's one of the reasons he lightened his tints. just light enough for the people outside to make out what's going on, but dark enough for your face to be concealed
he lied about others being able to see you though. he knows you want to be seen, but he'll kill before someone gets to see you in this state
"fuck, oh fuck, sho!" you whine, "god fuck your dick feels so good!"
shoto grits his teeth, taking a handful of your tit as the other squeezes your waist, guiding you up and down his shaft
"give them a great show, baby. let them see what they're missing." he urges, allowing your back to arch as your scream in your euphoric state.
the both of you shake the car as it drives, selfishly chasing your own highs until your walls clamp around shoto, milking him for what he's worth
you think that's all? he goes feral whenever he fucks you on his office desk with his door unlocked
as one of the most demanded heros, he always has people calling for him. on the phone, or in person
when he's in the middle of abusing your cunt and his phone rings off? he looks at you in expectation, urging you to answer the call for him
without his rough pace faltering, you sink your teeth on your bottom lip, pressing the 'answer' button and putting the call on speaker
"good morning, mr. todoroki! regarding the press conference..." the caller blabs on about boring details you could barely comprehend as you focus on staying silent.
"mmm," your eyes widen as your boyfriend moans. "i think that venue will be perfect. what does dynamight and deku think about it?"
"they already gave the go signal, sir! mr. dynamight even told me not to call him about such trivial matters..." the man laughs awkwardly throught the phone.
as you feel your orgasm near you, your squeeze on shoto's bicep, alerting him
the fucker simply smirks at you before saying a few more words to the call, your muscles seizing up at the difficulty of holding your orgasm in
as soon as you hear the familiar beep of ending a call, your back archs as pleasure takes over your mind and body
"fuck! you're squeezing me so tightly baby." shoto gasps but you pay him no mind as your eyes roll to the back of your head, core tightening as your hips move on their own, hoping for a better high
as you begin to calm down, your breasts rise and fall rapidly as your hair stick to your forehead. shoto presses a soft kiss on your forehead before slowly pulling out, hissing
you make out the lewd feeling of his cum dripping out of you, making you want for a second round
three knocks are heard on his office doors before a familiar voice announces, "i'm coming in."
you immediately roll over, dropping to your hands and knees as you thank you boyfriend for installing soft as shit carpets. the same boyfriend who had already fixed himself up and is now chatting with Iida like you aren't hidden behind his desk, boobs out and cunt dripping of cum
DENKI KAMINARI
apart from being a hero, your boyfriend likes to play games and interact with his fans through livestreams
and every now and then, when he's being too loud, you like to shut him up by crawling undreneath his table and pulling his sweatpants down
"heal! i need someone to heal me-" your movements cut him off, making him snap his head down at you. eyes wide and jaw slack, a moment of silence passes and you thank every higher being for the peace and quiet before it's being taken away once again
"sorry, lost connection. i'm still dying, you guys!"
you roll your eyes, fully pulling his pants down, surprised at the sight of him already hard. one thing about your boyfriend? everything you do gets him hard.
your mouth waters at the precum leaking from his tip, your tongue immediately darting over to lick it off
you hear denki hiss before telling whoever he's playing with "don't worry about it, stubbed my toe"
you wrap your lips around the tip, looking up to see your boyfriend smiling widely with a deep blush across his cheeks
swirling your tongue around his bulbous head, you suck softly, earning a hiss from him before wiping your tongue over the slit
"huh? yeah, no yeah i'm fine" the continuous sounds of buttons being pressed give you the go signal to finally take him properly inside your mouth
"fuck-" he hisses the moment his head presses against the back of your throat, clearing his throat when your fingers dance towards his balls, cupping them
"i mean, fuck i'm sorry i missed, guys. maybe i should stop the game-" you squeeze the bas of his cock in warning
denki's jaw hardens with his eyes still trained to his screen. he knew if he looked down again, he'll be raising suspicions from his viewers
"nevermind, let's just finish this as soon as we can. 'm gettin' tired." you're unsure whether he's talking to you or his friends anymore, but you continue bobbing your head, making sure you don't hit the table
"guys! guys!" he pants, his grip on his controller tight as his thighs flex
"sorry- i just need medic!" he tries covering up his actions
your boyfriend is the kind who moans the entire house down. he needs to tell you how good you feel, he needs to tell you when he's about to cum and when he is cumming. he's simply a vocal lover, and when he doesn't have the freedom to do that, it fucks with his head
"so fucking good," he pants, "this game is so fucking good you guys!" that was a weak ass save
your tongue runs up the underside of his cock before taking him whole inside your mouth once more, his hisses and occassional huffs like music to your ears
his jaw continues to grind as his fingertips whiten with how hard he's gripping his controller
you play with his balls, watching his brows furrow. he's pissed.
aggressively tapping on the buttons, a moment passes when his undivided attention is on his screen before he slams his controller on his desk. "we won, i hard carried you motherfuckers, thanks for watching, see you all never."
he says it all so quickly before turning the live off, you barely have any time to think when he stands up, pulling you up with him
he spins you around, pushing you against his desk as he fiddles with his mouse, opening the camera app on his desktop
without another word, your boyfriend pushes himself inside you needy cunt, squeezing your nape as he begins to fuck you roughly, hips snappy
"think that was a good idea teasing me like that?" denki asks as he looks at you through his screen, watching your expression slowly fall at the feeling of your orgasm building
"this'd be what they'll see, baby. this'll be how you look like." he says, cupping your jaw and angling it straigh to make sure you see how bad he's wrecking you right now
"a hundred and fifty thousand people would see my pretty girl being fucked like the dirty slut she is." he bites on the corner of your ear, making you gasp. "and she'd love it."
and that was true. the thought of hundreds upon thousands of people watching denki have his way with you would fix a hundred and one of your problems
denki's thrusts become rougher, his desk moving and his equipment shaking as he pulls back, wrapping your hair around his fist, pulling on it tightly
"yeah, fuck yeah. you were made for me, baby." your response comes in loud moans and breathy whines, feeling your orgasm slowly bloom in your belly
"denki! fuck, denki!"
"gonna come for me, pretty girl?" you reply with an eager nod, earning a vile chuckle from him.
"then come all over this cock baby, i'll be right there behind you."
denki was not, in fact, right there behind you. the feeling of his thick, hot load is what pushes you over the edge
you turn around, glaring at the blond as he rolls his eyes sassily. "oh, shut up. my dick was being tortured way longer."
without pulling out, he carries you by your thighs, your back pressing against his chest. he walks over to your shared bed, setting you down softly before the both of you lay on your sides
he pulls the blanket on your bodies, pressing a light kiss on the side of your forehead before telling you he loves you
uhuh. he isn' as much of an exhibitionist as the other guys, but he's addicted to cockwarming
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nepenthendline Ā· 27 days ago
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the not-so-good parts about dating them
a/n: I am nothing if not a red flag lover
includes: midoriya, todokori, bakugo, shinsou, kirishima, kaminari, iida, hawks, aizawa
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Midoriya -
Midoriya's priority list is '1. everyone' so, sometimes, it's difficult to feel special in his eyes. It's not that he doesn't see you as a top priority, he just often lets himself get caught up with other people and dealing with their problems so you don't get his undivided attention all that often. He doesn't mean to do it at all, but he has missed dates before because he was staying late at work to help his students or got stuck helping out a friend.
Bakugo -
šŸ¤Ø Aside from his obvious anger issues, Bakugo often struggles to see you as a team and not just individuals. Whenever you argue, he often sees it as a 'me vs you' and not a 'us vs the problem', and he sometimes makes big decisions without talking to you first. He feels like he has to be better than you because he needs to be a provider and a protector, so he tackles issues on his own instead of talking to you and working things through as a team.
Todoroki -
Todokori has no reference to what a 'healthy' relationship looks like, and it terrifies him. All he knows is what, or who, he doesn't want to end up like, and it stops him from taking initiative in your relationship because he's scared of doing the wrong thing. He knows he's not like his father, but he still worries that he's going to end up like him anyway, as if it's fated. Because of this, things move incredibly slowly, and it can be hard to tell that he does love you since he doesn't often make moves or use words to show you. He knows he wants, and needs, to improve though, he just needs some guidance.
Kaminari -
Kaminari struggles with self-sabotage in your relationship - he convinces himself that he's not good enough for you or that he's making your life worse by being with you, and can push you away, cancel dates late minute or act like he doesn't need you. These actions never last long before he snaps out of it, and you're well aware by now of what's going on in his head when he starts acting like this, but he's always convinced he's going to fuck this up. And sometimes, he believes it so much that he does. The guilt eats away at him daily.
Kirishima -
(Absolutely nothing) Kirishima hates showing you when he's feeling down, weak, or 'unmanly'. He bottles up a lot of his negative emotions and thoughts away from you and they gnaw away at him. Its not that he feels like he can't talk to you, in fact sometimes he lets things slip because he feels so comfortable around you, but quickly tries to put a positive spin on his words so that you don't worry. It's more that he feels he shouldn't, and that you have enough things to deal with as it is. He wants to be a safe space for you, so dealing with his emotions is out of the question. He never blows up at you because things get too far though, you just wish he could rely on you more.
Iida -
For the first while in your relationship, it almost felt like you lost your friendship with Iida. The lines between being friends and being a partner were extremely defined to Iida for some time, and he felt that every interaction between the two of you had to be so formally-relationshipy - this meant things such as only spending time with you on pre-scheduled dates, affection felt like ticking boxes on what was 'meant' to come next in a relationship, or not letting you see his deeper, darker times. Things do get better after some time and conversations, but it kinda felt like the first year of your relationship didn't really count.
Shinsou -
Shinsou feels like being with you is the most selfish act someone has ever committed. Sometimes he even thinks that, somehow in a way he doesn't know, he's forcing you to be with him. He feels like you can do so much better than him, but he loves you too much to let you go (not that you would anyway). He thinks that he doesnt treat you as well as you deserve and so he goes overboard to 'make things up to you', when in reality he's the most caring, selfless person you've met. He often brings up the idea of you finding someone else, or that you can cheat on him and he'll stay if that makes you happy, and it breaks your heart every time.
Aizawa -
Aizawa feels like everyone he truly lets in, he has lost, and he is terrified that's going to happen to you. So, he tries to keep his feelings and thoughts for you as surface-level as possible. The problem is that he's terrible at doing that - he has such a big heart and he wants you in every way imaginable, which creates a lot of inner conflict for him. One minute he's telling you everything weighing on his mind and letting himself fall deeper into you, and the next he's keeping you at arms length. He's scared to admit that he relies on you or that he needs you, but he does it anyway and it tears him apart inside.
Hawks -
He lies to you more times that he would like to admit. Well, it's more that he's very good about skirting around a question or situation rather than telling you the truth. There's some things in his life, his past, or his thoughts that he feels are best not being part of your life, and so he will tell you little lies and make adjustments to the truth to fit a narrative that he prefers. He wants to protect you from any negativity or darkness that he can - he knows what going through that feels like and he does not want you to have to feel that too, but mostly, and most selfishly, he's terrified of you thinking he's a bad person because of some actions he's had to take. It can be almost impossible to tell when he's lying or telling the truth because he's extremely open and upfront with other topics.
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milkloafy Ā· 5 months ago
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SILENT BUT RECKLESS ā€” TODOROKI SHOUTO
ā‹†ļ½”Ėš ā€ summary: in which pro hero!shouto saves you from getting run over by a car and finds himself immediately enraptured by you.Ā  ā‹†ļ½”Ėš ā€ contents: pro hero!shouto, fluff, gn!reader ā‹†ļ½”Ėš ā€ wc: 1.3k ā‹†ļ½”Ėš ā€ a/n: akaā€¦pro hero!shouto is a pr nightmare and no u cannot convince me otherwise ! ahdjskc but frl this is so unserious but i miss the og anime loml so here we are :>
Shouto wasnā€™t exactly known for his talkative nature.Ā 
It was quite the opposite, in fact, with news agencies and magazines often referring to him as the quiet one of the Big Three. Though, he supposed that was better than being known as the one with the family trauma.Ā 
But people often mistook his silence for thoughtfulness, he realized. Or an intense observation of sorts. And while at times that was the case, most times, it was simply because he didnā€™t have anything to say.Ā 
Shouto blinked as he realized the situation he was in.Ā 
He had just stopped a villain from robbing a luxury clothing store for the third time this month, nothing too exciting, yet the journalists showed up each time for an interview with him after.Ā 
ā€œSir, we are live,ā€ the reporter reminded with a nervous laugh. ā€œWe asked if you had a message for anyā€¦ā€
She kept talking, but Shouto was unable to concentrate. Not because he had heard it millions of times before, but because he noticed a strange movement from the corner of his eyes.Ā 
This was one of the times he was both silent and observant.Ā 
Shouto spotted you crossing the street on your phone, staring at your screen and completely oblivious that a car was headed your way with little to no sign of stopping.Ā 
Without thinking of how it would look to the public for him to ditch an interview mid-sentence, he ran over to you before he even processed his legs moving. Throwing his right arm out in front of him, he sent a wall of ice up to block the vehicleā€™s predicted path, reaching you just in time to sweep you off your feet and carry you away from the road as the ice began to shatter from the impact.Ā 
The ice wall was thick enough that the car slowed before fully breaking through, but that didnā€™t stop Shouto from instinctively shielding you with his body in the event that ice shards propelled towards you.Ā 
Once he heard the sound of a crash and alarms, he figured the vehicle was fully stopped and the authorities arrived to assess the situation themselves. Would he get scolded by his agency for putting up an ice wall and potentially damaging someoneā€™s vehicle? It was likely so. But that was better than someone actually getting hit by a car instead.Ā 
The world wanted heroes, but only when they fit into their ideal mold. And while rules and regulations helped keep order in the world, in moments like these when someoneā€™s life was in danger, Shouto couldnā€™t be bothered to care.
Slowly, his body relaxed and he was able to finally take a look at you. At the person who, for some reason, was so focused on their phone they didnā€™t notice a car coming at them.Ā 
Any criticisms that threatened to come out of his lips stayed there once he got a good look at your features. He found himself taken aback by how beautiful you looked, though he quickly cleared his throat and recovered from his blatant staring.Ā 
ā€œBe careful when youā€™re crossing the street,ā€ said Shouto, walking over to a section of grass and away from the commotion that was happening on the road, with you still in his arms. ā€œWhat was keeping you so occupied?ā€Ā 
You looked up at him guiltily, your phone clutched between your hands. ā€œI was trying to order my foodā€¦ā€Ā 
He blinked. As a pro hero, he shouldnā€™t be one the judge victims. But he couldnā€™t help but raise his brow just a bit.Ā 
ā€œI was really hungry,ā€ you said sheepishly, hiding your face in embarrassment. ā€œBut I canā€™t believe I was so focused on my order I didnā€™t realize the car wasnā€™t stopping!ā€ You sighed to yourself before meeting Shoutoā€™s eyes once more. ā€œThank you for saving me, Shouto. Iā€™m sure you had much more pressing matters to attend to instead of saving some random person off the street.ā€
He shook his head. ā€œThatā€™s the most important part of the job. Saving people.ā€Ā 
You smiled gratefully at him and he almost had to look away from your dazzling grin. ā€œWell, thank you for saving this idiotic person right here.ā€ You gestured towards yourself. ā€œStill, I hope my order went throughā€¦ā€
A mixture between a snort and a laugh escaped his lips. You had almost gotten run over and your biggest concern was whether or not your dinner was on its way?Ā 
ā€œItā€™s didnā€™t!ā€ you cried in exasperation as you peeked at your phone. ā€œWell, I might as well get a convenience store meal at this point.ā€ Sighing, you leaned your head against his chest for a brief moment of comfort. ā€œBy the way, you can set me down now. I think people are taking pictures of us.ā€Ā 
ā€œOh,ā€ said Shouto, ā€œright.ā€
Carefully, he loosened his hold on you and set your feet carefully onto the floor. Before fully letting go of you, he made sure you were stable and steady. For some, it took a while for the events to process and the panic to settle in, and he wanted to ensure you were truly okay.Ā 
You had a worried look on your face as you noticed the video cameras still focused on the two of you.Ā 
ā€œWill you get in trouble for this?ā€ you whispered, leaning close to his ear.Ā 
ā€œFor rescuing someone from a getting hit by a car and talking to them after?ā€ He considered things for a moment. ā€œMost likely. But itā€™s okay. The most important thing is you are safe, both physically and mentally.ā€
Giggling, you nodded, reaching up to pat him on top of his head. Shouto was startled by the sudden touch, but he didnā€™t pull away.
ā€œWho knew Shouto was such a worrywart,ā€ you teased. ā€œIā€™m safe and unharmed, all thanks to you. In fact, to show my gratitudeā€¦ Why donā€™t I treat you to some convenience store dinner? On me, of course!ā€Ā 
Shouto was silent for a bit. There were plenty of things he should be thinking about right now. The headlines that would be made about Pro Hero Shouto saving someone and then going on a ā€œdateā€ with them right after. The damage it could do to his reputation. The overtime hours the agency would make his public relations team work.
Instead, his silence was used to think of what he exactly he wanted to get at the convenience store.Ā 
ā€œOkay,ā€ Shouto said once he made up his mind. ā€œIā€™ll take a curry bun.ā€Ā 
You laughed and gestured for him to follow you to the nearest convenience store. ā€œI like that, too. You have good taste.ā€Ā 
He followed along beside you, pleased with himself when he heard your captivating laugh.Ā 
ā€œI think I want an egg sandwich tonight,ā€ you stated, a thoughtful look on your face. ā€œOr maybe some fried chicken. Or an egg sandwich and fried chicken? And a smoothie for a drink and dessert all in one item! But maybe I want a crepe insteadā€¦ā€
As you rambled on, Shouto suddenly understood how you were too engrossed with trying to order food on your phone that you didnā€™t realize a vehicle was approaching you earlier. And while that was dangerous, he found it slightly endearing. Just as long as you were away from any cars.Ā 
Shouto was so focused on listening to you that he hardly paid attention to the look of shock on the reportersā€™ faces and the influx of calls he was receiving from his agency.Ā 
Right now, he simply wanted to hear you talk more and eat a curry bun.Ā 
The rest, he could deal with later.Ā 
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shoto who just absolutely adores when you kiss his cheek.
he doesnā€™t understand why, or exactly what the feeling is at first, but he knows fond of it. the way his heart flutters, melting into a pool of affection, or is that just his quirk at work ?
it could start as simple as you leaving to go hang out with your friends, standing just slightly on the tips of your toes and placing a chaste kiss on the chub of his cold cheek. heā€™s almost taken aback, eyes just barely widening as he stays frozen in place, mumbling back a ā€œstay safeā€ as you make your exit.
or when youā€™re cooking dinner, standing over the stove with your hair tied back into a delicate bun and apron flaunting a bow, he comes in to check on you. bending down to your height, looking at what mixes in the pots and pans on the stove as he asks what youā€™re making, and that you shouldā€™ve let him help. but when you turn on your heels, telling him you didnā€™t mind and that heā€™s ā€œ too generous for his own good ā€, kissing his cheek in appreciation, his voice is suddenly lost as he nods his head and watches from the sidelines. itā€™s suddenly hot in the room, and heā€™s convinced itā€™s probably from the flames on the stovetop.
he realizes it out of the blue when youā€™re curled in his lap, talking the day away as you squeeze his face in adoration and kiss his cheeks, telling him heā€™s just ā€œtoo cuteā€ and ā€œtoo adorableā€, even though heā€™s a pro-hero who fights criminals all day. you mumble about how usually his cheeks are the opposite, one cold, one hot, but today theyā€™re both warm. he touches his face, realizing they are both infact burning despite half of him embodying ice, and it dawns on him. oh, heā€™s blushing, thatā€™s why itā€™s so suddenly warm in here.
he canā€™t help it, really. he finds himself searching for you in perfect moments, putting his cheek in view to you, because he knows youā€™ll kiss it. he basks in the feeling of your pillowy soft lips laying sweet kisses on his skin, and he doesnā€™t seem to care when his face heats up in a dusted pink blush that he seemingly canā€™t control.
it starts to become a routine so much that heā€™s expecting it. he knows youā€™ll kiss his cheek before he leaves the house for work, or when he bends down to talk to you. he knows youā€™ll kiss it before bed, or when he gives you a gift. so, when you put your shoes on to head to the grocery store, opening the door and getting ready to walk out without planting your lips on his face, heā€™s almost distraught. no, you couldnā€™t have forgottenā€¦ thatā€™s just silly. that is until your halfway through the doorway, almost out of his line of sight when shoto moves on his own. catching the door with his hand, surprising you in your steps, he looks at you with almost pleading eyes.
ā€œ whatā€™s wrong, sho ? you need anything ? ā€
ā€œ ā€¦ yes. ā€
shoto, who usually towers over you, leans down close to your face, keeping eye contact before he turns his head, tapping his cheek with his pointer finger twice to give you an idea of what he wants.
ā€œ you forgot somethingā€¦ ā€
shoto retreats back into his home with a soft smile on his face, not paying any mind to the lipstick that stains his skin. because after all, he got what he wanted.
a simple kiss on his cheek.
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