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⊹˚₊⋆｡°🍼 "I'm... gonna be a dad..?" 🍬⋆｡°⊹˚₊

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The main trio's reaction to reader giving them a positive pregnancy test.

Starring: Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugo, and Shoto Todoroki.

Notes: this is the Time-skip (they're adults and pro heros), wife and pro hero!reader. A lota swearing in Katsuki's.

Let me know if you guys want a continuation! >:)

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You didn’t know how to say it.

Not because you weren’t excited—you were. Kind of. Okay no, you were terrified. But also kinda stoked. But also ready to pass out. And it wasn’t the morning sickness.

It was the fact that you were about to tell Japan’s #1 Hero that he’d officially unlocked a new life stage—fatherhood.

Izuku Midoriya, the man who once cried watching a stroller commercial because “the baby was just so small and pure”, was about to be handed a positive pregnancy test in a paper bag.

You paced the apartment, still in your patrol hero suit, clutching the bag like it was a live grenade. He was supposed to be home by now. You had dinner warming in the oven. You had mentally rehearsed this like fifteen times. And yet—when you finally heard the front door unlock, your soul yeeted itself out the window.

“Hey, I’m home!” he called out, voice a little tired but happy. You heard him kick off his boots and shuffle in, hero suit halfway unzipped, curls damp from the rain.

He leaned into the living room and saw you standing like a brick wall.

“…Are you okay? Did someone die?” he asked instantly, the Hero Switch™ in his brain flipping on.

“No!” you blurted out. “I mean—no. Nobody died. But I have to tell you something and I need you to just—sit down and not freak out, okay?”

He blinked, slowly. “…You’re scaring me.”

You practically yeeted the paper bag at him. “JUST OPEN IT!”

Izuku caught the bag like a trained ninja, totally confused, and started pulling it open like there was going to be a piece of chocolate inside.

Instead, out plopped a very pink, very obvious, very positive pregnancy test.

…

Silence.

Utter silence.

He blinked. Stared down at the test.

Then looked back up at you.

Then back down.

Then back at you.

“…Is this… real?”

“Yeah.”

“…Like real real?”

You nodded, nervously wringing your hands. “Took three of ‘em. It said ‘Pregnant.’ With a smiley face.”

He stared at you for three more seconds.

Then his entire soul LEFT his body.

“…I’m gonna be a dad?” he whispered, green eyes shimmering, like the words didn’t even feel real in his mouth.

And then—

He started crying.

Like full-on sobbing, tears streaming down his cheeks, face-in-hands, overwhelmed soft boy cry. You rushed forward, panicking, grabbing his shoulders.

“Oh my god—are you okay?? Did I break you?!”

He laughed and sobbed at the same time, grabbing you and pulling you into the tightest hug imaginable. “I’m okay—I’m just—I’m gonna be a DAD?! You’re gonna be a mom!! We’re gonna—we made a baby!! Oh my god, I love you—I love you so much—”

You were both crying now, honestly.

He kissed your forehead, your cheeks, your nose, your lips—anywhere he could reach while still squeezing you like his life depended on it.

“I don’t know how to change diapers,” he muttered, suddenly spiraling. “Wait. Should I take a class? Are there books? What if I faint during the birth?! What if they inherit my muttering—”

You smacked his chest. “Izuku. Breathe.”

He sucked in air through his nose like you told him to. “…Right. Breathing. Hero training. Breathing. I’m okay. I’m okay.”

Then he looked down at your stomach.

“…They’re in there right now?”

“Yup.”

He placed his hand gently over your belly, in absolute awe. “Hi,” he whispered, like the baby could already hear him. “I’m your daddy.”

You melted instantly. That’s it. You were marrying him all over again.

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You had never been this nervous in your life.

Not when you faced your first villain.

Not during your provisional hero license exam.

Not even when Katsuki Bakugo—Pro Hero Dynamight himself—asked you to move in with him and promptly took up every inch of the damn bathroom with his hair products and combat salve.

But right now?

You were sitting on the edge of your shared bed, staring at the white stick in your hands like it was about to detonate.

Two pink lines.

Plain as day.

And now you had to tell him.

The same man who once threatened to beat up a bird for “lookin’ at him funny.”

The moment you heard the apartment door slam open and boots thudding across the hardwood, you stood up like your soul left your body.

“Oi, babe, I’m home!” he yelled, voice already full volume like you were ten miles away instead of literally in the next room. “Some little rookie tried to challenge me to a spar today—left with his ego in a fuckin’ body bag.”

Classic Katsuki.

You peeked around the corner. “Kats?”

He glanced up, dropping his gauntlets on the kitchen counter. “Yeah?”

“I… need to show you something.”

His face immediately dropped into suspicion mode. “You didn’t crash my bike again, did you? Because I swear to God, if that side mirror’s missing—”

You shoved the test into his hand.

His eyes squinted. “What the hell is—”

A pause.

A blink.

A frown.

“…Is this a COVID test?”

You blinked. “KATSUKI, NO.”

“…Wait.” His eyebrows shot up. “Wait, wait—WAIT. Is this what I think it is?!”

You nodded, heart pounding. “I took three, they all said the same thing.”

He stared at it like it just called him ugly.

Then his eyes slowly, slowly widened.

“No fuckin’ way,” he muttered. “Are you messin’ with me right now? Is this some prank? Are the guys in on this?! If Denki pops out of the closet with a baby doll I will LITERALLY—”

“Katsuki.” You stepped forward, putting a hand on his chest.

He stared down at you.

“It’s real.”

Silence.

For a second, you swore the world stopped turning.

Then—

His mouth fell open. Not for yelling. Not for cursing. But out of pure, stunned awe.

“I…” His voice cracked. Cracked. Katsuki, voice cracking.

“I’m gonna be… a dad?”

And then, just like that—

A slow, radiant, absolutely genuine smile stretched across his face. It started unsure, shaky even, like he wasn’t quite sure he was allowed to feel this much joy—but once it hit? It hit like one of his grenadier blasts.

“I’M GONNA BE A FUCKIN’ DAD?!”

Before you could react, he tossed the pregnancy test onto the couch like it was a winning lottery ticket and scooped you up into his arms.

You let out a squeal as he spun you around like he’d just won the damn Sports Festival again.

“HA! I’M GONNA BE A DAD! BABY DYNAMIGHT INCOMING, EXTRAS!!” he yelled loud enough that the entire complex probably heard.

Your arms wrapped around his neck as you laughed. “You’re happy?”

He beamed. Literally beamed. The guy who spent half his life scowling looked like the human version of sunshine and C4 right now.

“‘Course I’m fuckin’ happy,” he said, grounding you gently back to the floor but keeping his arms tight around you. “You’re the only person on this whole damn planet I’d wanna do this with.”

You melted.

And then, predictably:

“…Wait, how the hell do you take care of a baby? Do they explode if you feed ‘em the wrong thing? What if it hates me? What if it—”

You shut him up with a kiss. He melted into it immediately.

“Relax,” you whispered. “You’ve got months to figure it out, Katsuki.”

He grumbled, forehead pressing to yours. “Better start studying now. Gonna be the best fuckin’ dad this world’s ever seen.”

You chuckled. “You already are.”

Later that night, you caught him googling “how to swaddle a baby” with a terrifying amount of determination in his eyes.

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You never thought you’d be nervous to talk to Shoto Todoroki, your literal husband and Japan’s #3 Pro Hero… but here you were.

In your shared apartment. Holding a tiny envelope. Inside: two pregnancy tests, a mini note card that said “plot twist <3,” and a folded sonogram picture from the appointment you secretly went to yesterday.

Shoto was due back any minute from patrol. He had no idea.

You’d planned it cute. Sweet. A little silly. You even baked a cake that said “Congrats, Dad!” on it in icing (badly written, because it turns out baking while full of nerves? Not ideal).

When the door opened, you almost fumbled the envelope like a football.

"Hey, love," Shoto called gently, slipping off his boots. His voice was calm, like always. Steady. Warm. “You okay? I brought snacks.”

You smiled too fast. “Yup! Snacks are great! Love snacks! Snacks are the best!”

He raised a brow. “…You’re acting like Midoriya when he’s hiding something.”

You shoved the envelope at him with both hands. “Open this before I explode.”

He blinked, tilted his head like a confused cat, then took it from you with both hands.

He opened the envelope slowly. Carefully.

First came the pregnancy test. Then the second one. Then the sonogram.

He stared at it.

Didn’t speak.

Didn’t move.

Just… stared.

You bit your lip. “Shoto…?”

“…This is real?” he whispered.

“Yeah.”

Another pause.

“…You’re… you’re pregnant?”

You nodded.

Shoto looked up at you—eyes wide, lips parted, heart visibly breaking open across his face.

You expected him to freeze. Maybe glitch a little.

Instead?

He smiled.

Soft. Gentle. Real. Like the sun rose behind his eyes.

And then he pulled you into the softest, warmest hug you’ve ever known. His hand instinctively drifted to your stomach.

“I’ve never been this happy in my entire life,” he murmured.

You almost burst into tears.

“But,” he added suddenly, pulling back with a very Todoroki Serious Face™, “does this mean you can’t have takoyaki for a while?”

You snorted. “Really? That’s your concern?”

“…And no roller coasters.”

“Again, really?”

“…And you’ll get cravings. Probably. I read about that. I’ll make a list.”

“Shoto, you’re spiraling.”

He blinked. “I’m not. I’m… preparing.”

You smiled and cupped his face. “You’re gonna be the best dad.”

He leaned into your hand.

“I’ll do everything I can,” he promised softly. “To protect both of you. Always.”

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fujoshirat · 3 days ago

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hi hi :) I heard requests are open! 💗

i’m just throwing my idea out there so pls feel free to disregard it if it makes you uncomfy, but I was thinking, what abt Shouto and Reader being in an arranged marriage and once reader is finally comfortable in their relationship they have sex for the first time? and Shouto taking her to pound town hehe :3

pls don’t feel any pressure to write this! whatever makes you comfortable:) 💗💗💗💗

OMG HI ANON HI THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE REQUEST 💞💞 This idea is so sweet for such a heartbreaking thing to go through, and I was so excited when I first saw the request!! I apologize for the late response, I ended up totally revising the first draft because I got an idea and ended up adding a whoooooooooooooooole lot more details that the first draft😅😅, BUT I DIDN'T FORGET ABOUT THIS I PROMISEE

Pairing: Todoroki Shouto x (female) reader Warnings: arranged marriage, cursing, angst w/ a happy ending,✨smut✨ (oral - female receiving, tender body worship, pet names, p in v sex, missionary) **I kinda wrote this generally in Shouto's POV, but there is a sprinkle of reader's POV too!

Shouto wasn’t sure how to feel about his “bride.”

As he slipped the ring onto her finger, Shouto looked at her. [Name], his age, pretty face, strong quirk, a good housewife. That’s what his father said when he first told him about the arrangement.

But in the moment? She looked ethreal. Though she didn’t smile, her gaze wasn’t angry or defiant. Instead, it was full of that mellow kind of sadness, like grey skies after heavy snowfall.

She reminded Shouto, painfully, of his mother. With her hushed grace, that restrained melancholy.

The night that she took her to her new home, he made his own vow to himself, for her.

‘I’ll never be like him. You’ll never cry the way she did. You’ll never feel like you were sold off to a monster.’

This was an arranged marriage, and everyone knew that. But that didn’t mean that it didn’t have to feel like one. And Shouto Himura Todoroki was going to do his damned best to give you the best life he could give you in this arrangement.

The house they shared was large and cold, perfect for a top pro hero and for a wife meant to raise future ones. But since the night of the ceremony, Shouto never forced her to share his room.

Instead, he led her down the hall, carrying her luggage like a gentleman, and pushed a door open. Beautiful, sunlit, private.

“For you,” he had said, “with your own bathroom, too.”

And she had said thank you, then asked, “May I change the curtains?”

“Of course.”

They didn’t speak much after that.

Their life started with silence, but Shouto was fine with that.

On the occasion that he came home early or got the week off, he’d do his best to eat with her—as long as she was comfortable with him. And [Name] didn’t seem to mind, she would just begin to eat in silence. Didn’t say "amen," didn’t say "ikadakimasu," just held her chopsticks and began to eat.

‘She never prays before meals.’

She believed in nothing.

But Shouto wasn’t going to judge her, no.

It’s not like he believed in any gods or deities either.

When he wasn’t too tired, Shouto would help her out with chores around the house. He tried to make it a habit to wash dishes on Sunday ([Name] shooed him out of the kitchen on weekdays), and bought her things she may need but did not ask for. Essentials such as a heater for her room or a new apron. [Name] accepted his kindness without question. Shouto definitely treated her well, even as a stranger who had just entered the young pro hero’s life so suddenly.

When they did talk, it was polite, gentle. Shouto was never one for small talk and [Name] cherished honesty.

He never touched her.

Not once, not ever.

Sure, they’ve bumped elbows or brushed fingers on occasion, but Shouto made sure to never reach for her hand, to kiss her without permission. No, he would rather die than violate her or make her uncomfortable.

Through all that yearning, he vowed to never touch her. Not until she was ready, not until she would reach for him first.

And Shouto was okay with that.

Spring came slowly like the sunrise. It had been nearly four months since the wedding, four months of quiet dinners, four months of “good morning” and “be safe” and “welcome home.”

But then, one night, Shouto took a step, and he’s glad he did.

It was just after 11pm when Shouto came out of the shower. He had gotten home late from patrol, yet he was surprised to see his wife still awake on the couch.

“Can’t sleep?” he asked gently. [Name] turned around to face him, a steaming mug of hot tea in her hand. “Yeah…” Gesturing to the kitchen, she held up the mug. “Would you like some? There’s still some hot water in the kettle.”

It was the first time she had offered him something other than a meal. Shaking his head, Shouto sat down at the respectable distance from her on the couch.

At first, the both of them were silent, the sound of the news on TV drowning the awkwardness out.

“I used to work at a flower shop.”

Shouto’s eyes shot up to [Name]’s face at this revelation. This was her first time initiating conversation, and she seemed to be opening up about a bit of her past. His face held gentle reassurance, all of his attention on her urging the woman to continue.

“I liked it,” she said, “I was never the best at arranging the flowers into bouquets, but I’d put my all into maintaining and growing the flowers.” Shouto watched her lips curve a little, into a genuine smile. “My favorite one was the baby’s breath flowers.” The pro hero swallowed. Hard. This was it, the first time she’s telling him about her life.

“Why… why’d you stop?”

At that, her gaze hardened, and Shouto wished that he’d never responded.

“My father thought it was unbecoming of me.”

‘Of course he did,’ Shouto thought. He had seen [Name]’s father at the ceremony, when she descended down the aisle. She refused to hold her father’s arm, and Shouto swore that he saw the man almost cry.

Maybe her father was regretting it now, but it was none of Shouto’s business. Though he wanted to tell her that he thinks her passion is beautiful, he bit his tongue and forced himself to say something else, something also genuine.

“You can use the backyard, you know.”

[Name]’s eyes left the tea in her mug and met his, gentle shock evident on her face.

“R-really?”

Shouto nodded, rubbing the back of his neck. “This is your home too, you can plant them—baby’s breath, or anything else.”

She looked at him for a long time, as if unsure if Shouto really meant it.

[Name] got her answer the next evening when he came home with fancy soil and 20 packets of baby’s breath seeds.

And Shouto swore that she was an angel in disguise when she laughed about how 20 packets of her favorite flowers was too much.

The backyard bloomed in late spring, and soon, summer arrived. Things had begun to change for the better between Shouto and [Name]. Sometimes, Shouto would catch her humming a soft tune while doing laundry or tending to her plants. She’d smile more at him, even leave her bedroom door cracked open more often.

And Shouto started coming home earlier. Not always, but as much as he could. Enough for [Name] to wait for him to share meals together, enough for them to have pleasant conversations at the dining table.

And one day, he came home and entered his room when he saw a vase of baby’s breath and rindou flowers on his desk. He didn’t need to know who it was from.

And when she came into the kitchen the next morning, [Name] smiled and said,

“Good morning, Shouto.”

It’s around 9pm when Shouto hears a knock on his bedroom door.

He’s just come out of the shower, wearing a simple t-shirt and black sweats, and he hears another one. Knock knock.

Opening the door, he’s surprised to see her, standing in front of him, so prettily in her pajama dress. [Name]’s heart is hammering in her chest, mind racing with the phrase she’s recited in her head a thousand times.

“I-I’m ready.”

At first, Shouto thinks he’s dreaming. But the gentle tug at his fingers snaps his out of his trance. Holy fuck, [Name]’s ready for what he thinks she’s ready for. He’s quiet for a beat too long, so [Name] is worried that she’s said the wrong thing and she lets go of his fingers.

But Shouto takes them back in his hands.

“I’m ready,” she repeats softly, “not because I have to, but because I want to. I…”

“I love you, Shouto.”

His breath catches—barely, but enough for her to notice. “Y-you… you do?” [Name] nods, eyes burning quietly with determination. “I know that it’s expected of us, but I want you to know that I do want this with you.”

And then, she kissed him. And Shouto kissed her back. He kissed her back with all of the passion, love, and yearning pent up inside of him. Lips not greedy, lips reverent. Hers, thankful. His hands gently guide her to his bed, mouths still on each other’s. Until finally, Shouto pulled back and gave her one last chance to leave.

[Name] stayed.

Clothes came off one layer at a time, no pushing or pulling, but a gentle softness like snowfall. He cupped her face as he kissed her, cupped her breasts and worshipped them as if she were a goddess—no, [Name] was a goddess in Shouto’s eyes. He swallowed up every perfect moan from her perfect lips as his thumbs toyed with her perfect breasts. So perfect, all for him.

“Tell me if anything’s wrong,” he whispered, gently laying her on the bed. Both of them were naked, breathless, trembling.

[Name] shook her head, “No, everything’s right.”

Carefully, he moved down her body, pressing worshipful kisses everywhere. Her shoulder, her collarbone, the valley of her breasts, above her navel, her abdomen, until he finally reached that spot.

Shouto felt her tense up slightly as his hot breath fanned against her thigh, and so he rubbed soothing circles against her soft flesh.

“Talk to me, dove, is this okay?” He watches her nod again, cheeks flushed, before he finally reaches her womanhood.

Hands spreading her thigh together, he suddenly puts them together as if about to say a pray and utters:

“Itadakimasu.”

Shouto lowers his mouth onto her heat and laps, laps at her like a starved man in a desert, finally receiving a drink of water. [Name] gasps aloud, fingers flying from the sheets to Shouto’s hair. “Ngh—ah!” She’s all slick heat and sweetness, and the bi-toned man thinks she tastes divine.

“Shouto—” her breathy whine makes Shouto moan against her pussy, nose bumping against her clit as his tongue continues its relentless pace. “Hngh—w-wait-!!”

He doesn’t stop until she’s trembling and overstimulated, thigh’s shaking and quivering. When he pulls back, Shouto kisses her on the lips, soft and deep, letting her taste herself on his tongue.

“Are you okay?” he whispers, tip lining up at her entrance. He’s hot and leaking, trembling with excitement and nerves. “I want you,” [Name] whispers back, hands shyly pulling her husband down. Shouto’s forehead presses against hers tenderly, exhaling shakily, before finally pressing into her. She’s so tight, clamping down on his sex so hard he has to bite his tongue from the pleasure. “Shit—ah, y-you okay?” Gently, he reaches up to cup her cheek and make her face him. “Shh, shh, relax. I won’t move unless you tell me.”

[Name] takes almost five minutes of adjusting, breath going from shaky and frantic to a lax tempo. Finally, she swallows and looks up at Shouto.

“R-ready.” At that, Shouto pressed his forehead against hers and began to move gently. Every thrust was full of care and precision, as if he was afraid to scare her off or hurt her. He made deep, steady strokes, allowing his wife to feel every inch.

And as he thrust deeper, [Name] became louder. Shouto’s fat tip bumping her cervix now, their hips meeting each other at every thrust. “A-ah, hngh…” Fingers clawing at the sheets, cute moans slipping from her throat as a testament of the pleasure.

“You’re—haah—perfect,” Shouto breathed out heavily, not stopping the pace. [Name]’s response? Her walls squeezing him even tighter.

“S-Shouto—” her voice became airy, an unfamiliar feeling building up in her stomach. “Mm,” he groaned in response, moving his mouth down to kiss her neck. “S-say my name again sweetheart.”

“A-ah, Shouto, I—oh!—I love you…” His pace became faster, heart pounding as [Name] wrapped her legs around him (He swears he’s already prodding the entrance of her womb). With a loud cry, [Name] came, tight walls clamped down tightly around Shouto’s cock. He followed right after, burying his face in the crook of her neck as he spilled into her, a moan ripped from his throat muffled by her heavenly skin.

They stayed like that, wrapped tightly and never letting go.

So this is love.

BONUS: 6 months after the wedding

The phone rang one.

Then twice.

Before it could ring a third time, Shouto finally picked up. The ID read an ID he knew but had never texted or called.

[Mother in Law]

“Hello?” As he picked up, Shouto swore that he heard a breath of relief from the other side. “Ah, Shouto-san! Hello,” his mother in law greeted him.

“I was hoping to reach my daughter.”

At that, Shouto’s lips pressed firmly into a thin line. “I apologize, ma’am, but she’s currently napping.” A lie.

“Oh, it didn’t have to be right now, but it seems like she’s blocked me.” Her voice became thinner, a little breathy. “Both her father and I. We weren’t able to call since the wedding, not even able to send a message.”

Shouto didn’t respond.

“—And I understand that she’s probably adjusting,” the woman on the other side added quickly, “As her mother, I’d hoped that you could pass along a message. We just want to speak to her. Just a word.”

Instantly, his jaw clenched. Shouto knew why [Name] had blocked her parents. Parents were supposed to protect their child. Not sell her off. Not trade her autonomy for a cushy life with a stranger she didn’t know. Not auction off their own daughter’s womb for “a stronger generation of heroes.”

Letting out a quiet sigh, Shouto lifted the phone back up to his ear.

“I’ll see what I can do.”

“I know she’s stubborn, but I just want her to know that her father and I—”

Shouto ended the call. He stood there in the dark hallway for a few minutes before heading into the kitchen to get tea to cure his headache. As he walked down the hall, he passed [Name]’s room.

But he never went inside.

He never told her about her mother’s request. Never mentioned even getting a call from his mother in law.

Shouto wasn’t going to force his wife to face the people who sold her away. He was going to protect that beautiful smile, that beautiful smell of baby’s breath freshly bloomed on the front porch.

No, he was going to protect her and all of the sunshine he brought into his life. And if protecting her peace meant not saying a word, then silence would suffice.

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