#sub!todoroki

[chaepink]

Hi! Could I request something? Overstimming Todoroki by letting him ride your strap for god knows how long, gripping onto his hips or thighs, pushing him back down on your strap if he even attempts to stop !

dom!reader, overstimulation, dacryphillia, pegging

note : overstimulating pretty boys >>>

"p-please, [name]!" Todoroki can't tell what he's begging for anymore. You've been overstimulating him for so long that he doesn't know whether he wants you to let him cum again or for you to stop fucking him.

Though when your strap just hits all the right places in him that makes his eyes roll back and head throw backwards, he's thinking that he wants the former rather than the latter.

You raise a eyebrow at him. "Please what todoroki?" With your hands lightly on his hips, you're really barely doing any of the work. Whether he realizes it or not, todoroki is the one who's making himself cum over and over again. You're just sitting back and enjoying the show, really.

"C-Can you- ah! l-let me cum? please?"

You see his movements starting to slow down, probably tired from riding your strap for god knows how long. And so you do him a favor by grabbing his hips tighter, lifting him up until the strap is barely in him, before slamming him back down on it.

"yeah? you still want to cum after already doing so three times already?"

Todoroki cries out and grips the sheets underneath him tightly and you suddenly feel cold.

Glancing at the sheets underneath you as you continue to fuck into him, you see specks and shards of ice around where his hands are and you assume that todoroki must have activated his quirk on accident. He's so dumbed down and overstimulated that he didn't even realize, you realize.

"Shit, maybe i should overstimulate you more often, baby."

ty for reading to the end! ❤ - chaepink

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[mindless-existence1]

Subby boys who are forced to dry hump your thigh when you don't give them anything else.

It hurt. It fucking hurts but his hips don't stop rutting down wards. The bulges in their thin boxers rubbing up and down your plush thighs in a desperate attempt to get pleasure.

You were busy, or just being mean for a punishment. No hands on him except an occasional firm grip on his thigh grinding him down harder.

The embarrassment was just as bad. You fully clothed, looking at him with a michevous going in your eyes. And him, rutting against your thigh like he's in heat, naked except his boxers.

He tried hiding his desperate moans at first but now he has no filter, letting them fall from his lips freely. His high pitched whine of pleasure filling the room.

It hurt but that doesn't stop the wet spot forming in his boxers. You know exactly when he comes, his hips stutter and thighs shake, he can't stop the pornagraphic moan he let's out at the feeling.

The cum that seeps through the thin material of his underwear lands on your pants. Guess he'll just have to make it up to you some how.

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Mha: Izuku, Denki, Sero, and Todoroki

Jjk: Gojo, Yuji, Megum, Yuta, and Choso

Other: Peter Parker, Sonic, Leo (rottmnt)

[finsplurtz]

pls write about shoto being a sub for the first time; like especially being raised by a traditional man (enji) he'd think when being in a relationship he'd be the one topping even though both him and reader are male but nooo

Tysm in advance <3

trad man shoto who bottoms

You’ve been dating half n half for a while now, everything was good you guys were thriving it was nice. 

you were shoto’s first ever… partner. he’s never dated before, never really had a huge thing towards anyone. So you could say he was a bit… clueless on this whole dating thing, but he’s a quick learner and it isn’t all that hard to understand. 

he’s aware of what people who date tend to do, like kiss and hug, have deep talks and introduce one another to their families. he’s aware of everything, oh and sex. 

shoto isn’t interested in having kids, not now of course, and not that it’s possible anyway considering you’re- well you’re a guy. it doesn’t bother him, he doesn’t care. surprisingly he was quick to understand his feelings for you even though you were a guy, you’d expect him to be hesitant on his feelings as he grew up in a strict household, but he was very open about these feelings.

there are nights that you guys cuddle, and his mind starts to really think about how you guys would have .. sex.

he’s a bit foreign to how two guys do it, but he’s has a good idea on what exactly they do. 

you’re not a sex demon, you’re not feigning to be inside your nonchalant boyfriend, you love to just hold him and kiss him more than anything. so sex isn’t something that frequently crossed your mind, surprisingly.

not that it never did, when you first thought about it you’d just stare at Shoto trying to imagine what’d it be like. shoto isn’t one to bring the topic up anyway, you shouldn’t worry to much.

“how would we have sex?” 

the question had you frozen. you looked down at your boyfriend who had his face nuzzled into your chest.

“wha… i mean like… like what do you mean… do you want to?” 

shoto felt his face get warm at the question. “..it’s not that i don’t want to, i think that it’ll happen when we’re both in the moment. i’m just curious as to how that would work.” 

you smile and stroke his silky smooth hair. 

“it’s just how a girl and a guy would have sex. excepttt the receiver would get it…. in here.” you slide your hand down to poke his bum. he moves up so he’s face to face with you.

“hurts?” he asks innocently. “hurts.” you nod before kissing his nose.

“doesn’t have to be the most painful thing, just needs a lot of preparation” Shoto thanks you for informing him. now he has a better understanding and he can also imagine what fucking you would be like.

of course, he’d top.

he was quite confused when the night rolled around and you were prodding your fingers at his entrance, he’d whine in the kiss and tug at you till you let go of the kiss. 

“you…. in me..?” he asks. you stare at him a bit confused but you nod. “but i’m…” he was going to say HE was the man but…. you’re a man too.

“i promise it won’t hurt, baby.” you kiss him gently and pull his pants down, getting a bottle of lube that was in the drawer on the nightstand. 

he watched as you pour the slimy liquid onto your hands, his heart racing. he’s all tense when you push a finger in, he’s stiff you have to tell him to relax. 

you figure he’d be find it more enjoyable if you ate him out so you did that instead. and boy is he squirmy… his breathing pace is uneven and his moans are barely audible. 

He’s quite embarrassed to say the least, he feels very… non masculine at how he reacts but it just feels so good he can’t help but twitch and whimper like a bitch in heat.

The small amount of pain he felt as you entered him quickly turned into pleasure when you hit a very special spot inside of him. 

“Mm!!— s..slow down..~” He mumbled into the back of his arm as tears fell from his face, your cock was making him feel too good. This couldn’t be right

You tugging and kissing at his nipples really did it for him, cum splurged out of his dick and he felt soooooooo fem cause he just came to you sucking on his tits. 

His stamina is low, after a round or two he’s all goopy and wet, has an insane fucked out expression and his whole body is twitching.

It’s no longer a big deal to him that he bottoms. It feels too good to complain. He loves it.

[cloudyzeusy]

Having Shoto, who pretends to be all serious, work on some hero shit while you've filled him up with your cock his stomach bulging. He'll pretend to be annoyed but by the way he pretends to be adjusting his position but is really just grinding on you - he loves it.

♡

[spinji]

'My Hero Academia: You're Next' - OVA Short: 'A Piece of Cake' [English Subtitles]

[mysicklove]

spoiled brats have got to be one of my favorite subs. the ones that are put on a pedistool, and who bitch and whine about everything. only thinking about their own pleasure, soley on themselves during this time. the ones who have a soft dom that spoil them rotten, are so used this treatment that they dont even bat an eye, which only fuels them to get worse and worse. the brats who are treated as princess, their body worshipped, and constantly receiving praise. cause they are so pretty, and they do deserve the best treatment, so you dont mind indulging them just a little bit <3

Levi Ackerman, Obanai Iguro, Rin Itoshi, Shoto Todoroki, Hyoma Chigiri, Megumi Fushigiro, Sae Itoshi, Tomura Shigaraki, Douma

[fem-dom-roze]

The librarian tells everyone to be quiet but I wanna fuck a librarian while he's on the job. Wanna make him sit on my lap and jerk him off under the table or maybe I could sit on his lap instead and cockwarm him while he tries to stay quiet only to beg for me to get up. He's on the job after all! He needs to be a good example for others! He can't just let out these whines and sobs!

Oh and I wanna make him read a book while I tease him, hear him break his words or try to keep his vision from blurring.

[minaj-estyyy]

Shotos not stupid, he knows what sex is. He’s just inexperienced. So don’t act surprised when the pillow he’s holding onto for dear life is soaked in tears, or when the little noises he makes as you slowly finger him open make him nervous, or when his chest turns a bright shade of red when you lick over his nipples, flicking and rubbing them until they get stiff. Or when you angle your fingers just right to rub against that spot in his stomach that makes him shiver. He could cum from you playing with his prostate any day, but when you flipped him over,pushing his head down and pulling his ass up to eat him out, he whines.

This was so different for him, he didn’t know how to feel about it, but he found himself backing up into your face- legs spreading further and further apart, feeding into the pleasure.

He loves when you bring home random stuff to try on him, he likes sensory play. Blindfold him and rub ice cubes against his skin, tie his arms behind his back and run your nails across his chest- leaving red streaks behind. Bound his legs to each end of the bed frame before blowing cool air along his back and crack. He also loves when you just hold him close, kissing him all over n shit.

A big baby that likes to be taken care of😓

Let me shut up n go to bed 😭

Muah 💋

[daughterof-aphrodit]

ℙ𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕪 𝕓𝕠𝕪 - Shoto Todoroki

Warning: Smut ........

Shoto was so tired and needy. These last few days have not been easy for him, it seems that the whole city is a mess, and he, as a great superhero, needs to play his role. But saving people all the time, without breaks, is making him very stressed. He doesn't have time to stay with you anymore - and that's killing the man.

Even on normal days, he suffers when he goes a long time without seeing you. Poor boy, he longs for your presence.

It took some time for Shoto to understand his own feelings and declare himself to you. And after he managed to understand, he gave himself totally to you.

Since then the man dedicates the air that breathes you, everything he does is to please you or thinking of you. His wife.

After two stressful weeks of continuous work, things seem to have calmed down. Because of this, he decided to take a day off to spend time with his wife. You could watch a movie, cook together, sleep hugged, and remember the old days of a student. Those were his plans, not yours.

- Baby….- ahh….f-fuck

The hero was lying on your shared bed, totally naked, while you played with his cock. The sensation of heat ran through his body, along with an electrifying sensation, which made the situation even more intense. Damn, how could you be so good with your hands? Honestly he didn't even remember how many times he had come, he can only feel the burning in his thighs and another wave of pleasure that reaches his body. He is totally out of breath, he can't even formulate a sentence correctly. The hair with two colors stuck to his forehead, because of the sweat. How long have you been playing with him? He's already lost track of time too.

In a matter of seconds, another orgasm takes over Shoto's body, now even more intense than the other times, he thinks about asking you to stop. But fuck how much he missed it.

- Ready to fuck me now, pretty boy?

[tapiocakisses]

touya todoroki (dabi) nsfw alphabet

tags — implied demisexual dabi, gender of partner isn't specified, nsfw content, switch dabi, switch reader

warnings — brief mentions of pregnancy / breeding, mentions of daddy kink, mentions of sa (in the 'no' section), maybe ooc (sorry)

for @skrunklystraycat & touya's bday !!

A — AFTERCARE

Now, Dabi isn't careless, but he wouldn't be as attentive as someone like Keigo. Dabi would clean you up, muttering about a mess on the bed and how he doesn't want to "sleep on a sticky bed". If he is the one who's worn out, he'll have a level of expectation for being doted on. He's an indulgent man when it comes to your attention.

B — BODY PART

Dabi loves your hands and hips. He lobes how he can grab at them and pull you to where he wants you. Having you where he wants when you guys fuck is one of his favorite things. He loves how your hands feel grabbing at him. His hair, his arms, his sides, his own hands, etc. He loves being held by you. Even if you're being rough with him. (ESPECIALLY if you're rough with him.)

C — CUM

Dabi cums a lot. Like, a lot. My god. It's like he holds it in for days before he finally cums. When he paints you white, he really points you white. It's worse when he's edged. Poor Dabi and his cute, sensitive dick.

D — DIRTY SECRET

This isn't exactly a secret, but it doesn't come up since he's a villain, and the consequences would throw a wrench in a lot of plans he has. Dabi has a breeding kink. He doesn't want to be a father in any way, shape, or form, but he can't help how his body reacts. The thought of filling you up raw round after round, finally stopping to see how his cum dribbles out of you. (This is why he never looks after he cums inside you.)

E — EXPERIENCE

Virgin. Pathetic loser virgin who never had pussy or dick. He's not suave. He is not a savant at sex. He's a horny virgin who gets flustered at being called pretty. That man can NOT handle sex in the slightest.

F — FAVORITE POSITION

Cowgirl. Dabi loves laying back and watching you bounce on his dick. You look so pretty when your back arches when he thrusts up into you. It feels good to know he can let you have all the control sometimes. (He will fuck you in missionary if he's jealous, though.)

G —GOOFY

Dabi is fairly serious during sex. His focus is feeling good and making you feel good. Though, in the early stages of your relationship, he's pretty awkward and

H — HAIR

Dabi keeps himself pretty well groomed. He's not the most strict about it, but he doesn't leave it unattended. He really only grooms it once it gets annoying or uncomfortable. It's not like his hair grows that fast there, so he has no routine.

I — INTIMACY

This depends. Dabi likes things rough, intense, and sometimes mean. That's all he's known after all. So, he may not be the most intimate in any way in the beginning. He's a kinky bastard and he knows it. Sex is just sex. The problem with that is the fact that his layers are being peeled back. Slowly, they'll peel, but it happens. He doesn't need to put up a facade. You can bring up the fact that you'd like more intimacy in bed, and he'll acknowledge it, but it'll only be a few weeks later when he finally takes your hand in his. Not to pin you down or pull you in any direction, but to simply hold.

J — JACK OFF

It's not super often Dabi spends time by himself to get off. He only does in certain circumstances. Usually he's fisting his cock like no tomorrow when he misses you. Hell, even when your shirt rides up and your abdomen is exposed. He can't help it. You're perfect in every way. His hand doesn't compare, but he doesn't dare use a toy unless it's on you.

K — KINK

I think Dabi would be into just about anything. Choking, slapping, bondage, primal play, spanking, overstim, etc. He's a versatile man. He'll give and take whatever he is willing to endure.

L — LOCATION

Dabi likes fucking you in risky places. Sure, the privacy of a bedroom is nice, but if he's feeling dominant, he'll do it somewhere like in a stolen car or an alleyway. He likes fucking you in places that

M — MOTIVATION

You.

N — NO

No matter how nonchalant and uncaring Dabi seems, I know he has his limits. I genuinely think he wouldn't be into forcing someone into sex. Does he like control and security? Yes. But anything like a rape fantasy has him turned off instantly. He only hurts people who deserve it and you never deserve it. The only other thing he'd be against is being called 'daddy' or calling someone 'daddy'. It just weirds him out and doesn't do anything for him.

O — ORAL

Ohhh, Dabi loves oral. He loves when he watches you drag your lips over his cock, kissing and suckling on the skin. It's a beautiful sight to him. One of his favorite things to do is hike your legs over his shoulders and let his mouth work on you. It's exhilarating to him. The way your hands tug at his hair (if they're not bound), the way he pulls every little noise from you… There's just something about tasting you on his tongue that gets him going like nothing else.

P — PACE

It's fairly surprising to learn that Dabi takes his time. People would think he's impatient (and he is), but knowing that he has such a limited time as a villain, he likes to savor everything with you. He's a gradual lover. He wants to build the anticipation and watch as it becomes all consuming. Though, Dabi does get a little eager in the end. He needs to see it; the glazed look in your eyes when both of you crumble into each other.

Q — QUICKIE

Dabi lives quickies. He may not be a guy with a high sex drive nor a sex addict, but he can get hard if you push the right buttons. Sometimes, it's involuntary. He has to pull you somewhere secluded, push your clothes aside, and slot his dick between your thighs, moaning into your neck. If he really wants to push it - which he typically does - he'll grind his cock against your hole, slipping his tip in the slightest bit just to feel your warmth.

R — RISK

Dabi loves risk. He loves the idea of someone knowing but not watching. Seeing you fall apart on his dick, legs wrapped around his abdomen is a beautiful sight. No one gets to see, but they can hear. The only time Dabi wouldn't be risky is when he's being submissive. He doesn't want anyone to see him like that. Not that he has a "reputation to uphold," but because you're the only person who knows him. Only you can tell him what to do and he'll listen.

S — STAMINA

Moderate stamina. Hence, his favorite position is being any with him lying or sitting down. Dabi is also a huge fan of lazy fucking, so it's perfect. Though, Dabi has his days where he'll fuck like a crazed animal. Those would be slow days where he can spend a lot of time in his head, imagining every little mark that'd be littered on your skin.

T — TOY

Dabi is not a fan of toys on himself. Well, okay, he does like things such as vibrators and anal plugs. The toys he doesn't like are things like sex dolls or fleshlights. He'd prefer to be inside you than some toy. He did try once, and it was uncomfortable.

U — UNFAIR

He can be unfair sometimes. Dabi loves edging you and teasing you. He can be mean and taunt you. That sickly sweet "there we go, baby" he does when you finally give in and let him have his way.

V — VOLUME

Dabi is not a loud guy. He already strains his voice when yelling, and, in full transparency, he doesn't want anyone to hear him when you fuck. It's a level of vulnerability he wouldn't dare show to anyone besides you. Every gasp, whimper, groan… It's all for you.

W — WILD CARD

Dabi lovesssssssss it when you get violent. Even if you're threatening him. Just your display of power and passion is amazing to him. Dabi is nothing if not a slut for strength.

X — X-RAY

I like to think Dabi is on the smaller side. He's close to average, but not qu

Y — YEARNING

Dabi doesn't seem like the type to have an insanely high sex drive, but it isn't super low. It's moderate to say the least. Sure, at times he'll get unbearably horny, but it is not a common occurrence. His libido does spike once he starts dating you, though. All he does is think about you and he's getting hard. He's a pervert in that sense, I guess.

Z — ZZZ…

Dabi has fairly low stamina. You'd think he'd last long and stay awake, but his staples and skin grafts make it difficult to do rigorous activities for a long period of time. Having sex and doing whatever villainous activity always tires him out fast. Give him ten minutes, and he's out. (In the beginning of your relationship, he did try to stay awake longer because he didn't feel entirely safe yet, and he didn't want you to leave.)

[the-cookie-monster-tm]

i think like... 99% of the problems in the mha universe could have been fixed if tomura railed dabi

[stargirlygirl]

rut suppressants pt.2

alpha!todoroki shoto x omega!fem!reader⋆｡°✩ — angst, fluff, talk of kids, in the shower, 2.1k

pt.1

The next week is a haze. You’re constantly out of breath, panting and mewing and moaning and squealing and screaming and all the rest of it. Your body belongs to your mate and he’s playing with it, moving it, folding it however he likes. And you couldn’t ask for anything more.

You two become one in a mix of sweat and fluids gushing and dripping onto any surface (un)fortunate enough to be touched by your passion. Bed, dresser, floor, island bench, couch, shower walls, balcony doors. He’s got you covered in his fingertips, stained black and blue. Hickeys paint the expanse of your neck, chest, and thighs. Not even your arms or hips are safe from his assault. And you love it.

Of course, you had to call in sick from work for next week. The reason you rasped out quickly over the phone to your boss while Shoto was drawing you back beneath the covers, was that you’re mate was “awfully unwell” and you had to “take care of him.” And taking care of him, you sure were. If the presentation went well? Who knows, who cares. It hasn’t crossed your mind since he had taken your phone from your hand and threw it across the room, onto the floor.

It was now day eight. The late morning sunlight was filtering into your mess of a bedroom. You were clammy with sweat and other fluids. Your body was pressed against Shoto’s side, arms wrapped around his torso. His warm arm is draped lazily around your shoulders, while his cold hand is resting atop yours just below his pecs.

You had woken up first, using the first few minutes to take in the sight that was your alpha. His mouth hung slightly open, soft snores coming from his rising and falling chest. His white and red locks were tangled and matted to his pale forehead. You waited patiently, watching to see if those long lashes would flutter, and if his eyes would open… but, they didn’t.

Chuckling quietly to yourself, you slowly remove yourself from his grasp, which is no easy feat, seeing as you were quite small compared to him. It took about ten minutes for you to finally drag his arm off you; it had tightened when you started to move, leading you to freeze up and wait it out, until his arm relaxed. You wobbled on your feet.

This is the first time you’ve stood on your own and tried to walk in days. You limp over to the bathroom, the ache in your inner thighs, your hips, your back, arms, everywhere, making it hard to walk properly. Once in the bathroom, your hands grasp the sink-top. Looking into the mirror, you see your own reflection staring back at you. Dark under-eyes; knotty [h/c] locks, some clinging to your ears and cheeks, others to your temples; the artwork his mouth had left behind all over your chest and shoulders. This man… You sighed.

Taking it slow, you make your way into the shower and turn on the hot water, than the cold. You wait for it to reach that perfect temperature before getting under and moaning with delight. The warmth washes away the stickiness on your skin and eases your sore muscles. It soaks into every part of your body, and all you can do is just stand there, palms against the little blue square tiles, eyes closed, and enjoy the sensation.

Soon enough, you’ve shampooed your hair and now let the condition sit in it, long hair in a makeshift bun. You’re rinsing off the suds from your skin when a pair of arms wrap around your waist. One hot, the other icy.

“Shoto!” You exclaim. You were surprised that he had woken up so soon, and even a bit saddened that you wouldn’t have more time to yourself before getting railed again.

“Hey,” your mate mumbles sleepily into your shoulder.

You lean back into him and turn around, placing your hands on his muscular shoulders. He hasn’t shifted. He’s just resting his forehead against your neck. He always does this whenever you’re cuddling. He’s thinking of what to say next, so you stay quiet and give him as much time as he needs to think. Seeing his usual quietness return, you let out a breath you didn’t realise you had been holding in and smile. Your fingers run themselves through his locks mindlessly, dampening them.

You’re curling your fingers in the hair at his nape when he speaks, “I’m sorry.” Your brows furrow and lips pout. You pull back from him slightly, lifting his face up so that you can see that look in his eyes. Guilt. But why?

“Why are you apologising? You didn’t do anything wrong,” you say more quietly than you had intended to, the words coming out barely above a whisper. The running water almost blocks them out.

“For all of this,” he says. He removes his cold arm from your lower back, long fingers pointing to all of the hickeys and bite-marks covering your décolletage.

You giggle, “Don’t be.” You run your fingers behind his ears. “I don’t mind.”

He shakes his head, dismissing what you’ve said. “No, you should mind. I can’t do this to you again, [y/n].” He averts his gaze, turning his head to the side. You guide his focus back towards you, much preferring those angelic, heterochromatic eyes on you than on the shower wall.

“Shoto, babe, I don’t understand what you’re saying," you say, forehead creased.

“You should be angry with me for how I’ve treated you this past week. I’ve been so rough with you. I haven’t been taking good enough care of you. I—”

You pressed your finger to his lips, shutting him up. “But I’m not angry with you. Well, a little over lying to me about your ruts.” You cock your head to the side, taking in that extra guilty look he’s got now.

Giggling, you continue, “But honestly, this past week has been one of my favourite weeks ever! Even more than the week we were staying at that beach villa. Do you remember that?” You grin wide, slowly removing your finger from his lips.

He nods in response, “But—”

“There is no ‘but’. I liked it and I hope you did to.” He brought you back into him, his forehead going back to it’s resting place on the side of your neck. His lips brush your mating mark.

He sighs, “I didn’t want you to see me like that.”

“Why not?” You can’t help but sound hurt. He’s your mate, your alpha, your husband… your best friend. Why wouldn’t he want you to know all of him the way he knows all of you so intimately?

“’Cause,” he mutters, “it’s shameful.”

“Getting batshit crazy to protect and screw your mate? I don’t think so. It happens to all alphas.” You laugh a little before continuing, “I hate to break it to you, but your not that special, pretty boy.” Looks like your massive ego has returned.

He chuckles all raspy into your neck, his warm breath fanning your skin, incomparable to the steam gathering around your bodies. “’Not that special’?” He pulls back and steps away from you, taking his cold and his heat. His eyes stare at you in disbelief, face painfully far from yours.

“Nope,” you smirk. You look up into his eyes, right brow slightly raised, daring him to take it further.

But, he doesn’t fall for it. Or at least, not yet. “You’re saying that I’m ‘not that special’?” You nod in agreement. “Hmm, you’re right. I’m not that special. But that doesn’t mean I want to hurt you every time I rut.”

Fuck, he still feels guilty. You look away, already wishing that you could skip the rest of the conversation and get to the part where you’re making out again. “Babe, look, I told you, I like it when you’re rough with me, okay? I like it when your slow. I like it when your romantic. I like it whenever you touch me, so please don’t feel so guilty about it.”

He still doesn’t look convinced.

“Honestly. I mean…” You trail off, thinking of a way to get it through to him that being aggressive and horny asf is a normal alpha thing and not a self-discipline problem. “Okay okay, do you think that I’m some horny, pathetic slut when I’m in my heat?”

“Of course I don’t,” he frowns disapprovingly.

“It’s the same thing!” You say, your hands flying up to his chest as you take a step closer. “I get super clingy, you get super protective, and we both wanna bang each other. There’s no shame in that.”

You’re on your tip-toes, leaning up towards him. He looks so hot when he’s mad, you can’t help but want to kiss him. He sighs and obliges, leaning down to capture your lips in a sweet kiss, hands back on your body, exploring conquered territory. You two stay like that for a little. Shoto moving to place small kisses on your nose, cheeks, eye lids, and forehead, before coming back to your lips. Much to your disappointment, he finally pulls back, cupping your cheeks and gazing deeply into your eyes.

“You never told me where you put my suppressants.” You groan, rolling your eyes involuntarily. Not this shit again. Don’t tell me he wants to start taking that cr—

“I’m not going to take them, there’s no use now. But please, tell me where you put them.” He wraps his fingers around your chin, bringing your focus back to him.

You shake your head ‘no’. He sighs in response, resting his forehead against yours and closing his eyes. You follow suit.

“Please.” You’re such a sucker for when he pleads.

Huffing, you give up the secret location, “They’re in the dresser, top drawer, beneath my underwear.”

No response. It’s quiet between you two for three seconds too long. Shoto questions, “But why?”

“Why’re they beneath my underwear?”

“No. Why did you take them?”

You bite the side of your lip, pondering if you should tell him why you really took them or not. You don’t have to think for long though, the flesh slipping out from your teeth. “I took them because I’ve never seen you rut before. And, um well, yea I just got a bit concerned, you know?” Your alpha removes his forehead from yours.

Tilting his head to the side, he asks “Concerned about what?”

“Well, um, you know—” It falls quiet between you two for another minute or two. The water hitting the shower tiles is the only sound permeating the tension.

“No, I don’t know.”

“Shoto,” you huff. “You’re gonna make me say it, aren’t you?” You pout. He continues looking at you adorably, confused.

You sigh, “Fine. I was worried that maybe you were on rut suppressants because you didn’t wanna have kids with me.” You got real quiet at the end there, averting your gaze to look down at your feet. Did Shoto always have such big feet? They look pretty massive compared to your own right n—

“You thought that I didn’t want to have kids with you?” He slid his hands to your waist, the similar sensation calming you. You looked back up at him, seeing that he had leaned back down now, your noses almost brushing.

You nodded, “Yea. You know, I-I thought that straight after we got married we would start trying but… we just, um, we just didn’t.”

You were biting your lip again. A nervous habit. A nervous habit Shoto loves. He brings his thumb to your lower lip, pulling it out from the clutches of your teeth. He watches as the flesh perfectly rounds. Sighing, he presses his lips to yours. The kiss is tender, but deep. Tongues are swirling, hands seeking more and more of each other’s bodies, little moans escaping here and there. He pulls away slowly, saliva connecting your lips before snapping with the distance.

“I’m sorry, babe. I didn’t mean to make you doubt our future together. I just didn’t want you to see me like that.”

“I know,” you nod as you caress his cheeks with the pads of your thumbs, gently brushing over the edges of his scar. It’s quiet for a little as you two just take in this moment.

“Why don’t we start trying then? When our cycles sync up we can—” You squeal excitedly.

Grabbing onto his shoulders, you exclaim, “Why don’t we start trying now?!” You’re grinning from ear-to-ear.

“O-oh oka—” You cut him off, smashing your lips back together...

Let’s just say that your attempt at creating new life today seemed very promising.

[starstruckgrrl]

Hiii! love your writing very much, was thinking about if you could make a Sub!Todoroki x Dom!Reader ? Thank you!😫💕 .

a/n: sorry i'm late to this bb, hope i got the right todoroki lolzies

✩ ~ synopsis: shoto's problem has always been talking. either way too much (and about the strangest things), or not at all. since he's become an established hero, a noticeable rift in your sex life has formed, so you decide to do something about it.

𓍢 ִ ໋ ⊹ warnings: established relationship, gn pronouns, afab reader, lovey dovey stuff, dom!reader, teasing, petnames, riding, cream pie

shoto has been busy. very busy. his new agency has recently taken off and he works long days as a hero. you're not mad at him about it, of course. this was a conversation that was had many years ago when the two of you first moved in together. you still remember the way he tucked your hair behind your ear and said, "i'll be gone a lot, and my days will be long. i won't be mad at you if you don't want to stay with a man who... is like me. a hero. you deserve all the love and time in the world." "it's okay, shoto," you said, "it's only your love and time that i want." you sighed at the memory of that conversation, wishing he would be that open with you now. sex between the both of you has become less and less frequent, but that's not to say he hasn't been spending time with you. every spare moment of his is spent with you on the couch watching a movie, out on a fun date/walk, or just holding you close to him. it just hasn't gone beyond that. you were beginning to wonder if he found you unattractive or something, but before trying to accuse shoto of this, you had to think. you wouldn't want to unnecessarily upset him because you weren't understanding his thought process. "maybe sex is getting boring to him." you thought. that gave you a great idea. you would initiate it. and YOU would be the top. your red/white haired companion was usually the one to start any interaction like that, so maybe he was waiting for you to do it. you began to pace around the apartment, thinking of your game plan, when you noticed the time, 10 pm. shoto's patrols usually ended at around 10:30 pm, and it took him 30 minutes to get home. you had half an hour to get the house nice and ready so he could feel comfortable. you started in the living room, ending in your shared bedroom. ~

shoto walked in the door at 10:41 pm, and you wrapped your arms around him as soon as you saw him. he smiled warmly at you, and you kissed his temple. "welcome home, love!" you said as you smiled at him. "thank you. i'm happy to be home." he spoke softly, "the house looks great." you held his arm close to you, happy with his praise of your hard work. grabbing his hand, you led him to the couch to sit down with you. the expensive couch that shoto insisted on getting didn't creak beneath your combined weights, and instead the cushions served to comfort shoto into leaning back and closing his eyes to rest momentarily while keeping his hand on your thigh. pecking him on the cheek, you shifted to sit on his lap, facing him. your husband let out a contented sigh, happy to have his beloved partner safe and close to him. he half gasped, half groaned when you began to grind on his clothed cock, still trapped behind his hero suit and underwear.

shoto placed his hands on your hips and eagerly began to thrust forward, but you put your hand on his chest to hold him still. "it's okay baby, you had a long day. let me." you told him, looking in his eyes.

he let his head roll back and lay on the back of the couch as you pulled down his pants and boxers, and he moaned when you grabbed his half-hard cock and started to stroke it, paying extra attention to the tip and thumbing the small, weeping slit.

you stopped your motions to kiss him, holding his head close to yours. you felt his breath quicken and his cock twitch against your thigh. you pulled back to lift up your dress and reveal the pretty pink underwear you were wearing, special for him.

"you're so gorgeous, my love. i'm so lucky to have you." he said, still breathing heavy from your intense kiss.

you smiled at him again and leaned forward, almost resting your chin on his shoulder as you moved your panties to the side with one hand and grabbed his cock to position it to enter with the other. you had been holding yourself up on your knees, and you slowly began to sit down on his cock. his hand grasped yours as your warm, wet cunt engulfed his dick. you didn't need any foreplay, just the thought of him was enough for you tonight.

once seated all the way on him, you kissed him again, hot and heavy. you moved your hips in a circular motion as you did so, and his length kissed your walls, too.

you leaned forward again, head down and over his shoulder as you began to bounce on him. you wanted to make this moment last, but you needed him right now.

your movements were fast and his balls clapped against your ass as you impaled yourself on him.

"fuck, baby," you moaned out, "this dick is so good!~"

he moaned back at this, and his arms enrapture your torso, holding onto you for support as his senses were overcome with pleasure. "you take such good care of me and all of japan with your work, baby. let me take good care of you!" you said as you moved to rest your forehead against his. "i don't think i can last much longer, love. y-you feel so fuckin' good!" shoto slurred out. "cum in me, baby!~" shoto clenched, and you could feel ropes of his cum squirting inside of you as his cock was nestled against your cervix. the two of you shared a kiss as he came, and his hand came down to stimulate your clit more as he did. you came shortly after he did, sucking him in and sending him into overstimulation. "a-ah, baby!" shoto cried. you bounced on him a few more times, riding out the aftershocks of your orgasm. you lifted yourself on your knees again, and his cum began to seep out of you. shoto marveled at the sight for a while, before picking you up and bringing you to the bathroom. he was sweaty still, and he looked uncomfortable after having to haul his pants back up. he turned on the shower head and began to undress fully. "shower with me, love." he told you. you nodded and followed him into the shower, where the two of you shared a soft kiss. "i... really enjoyed that." he said. "i did too... i had the feeling we had to, y'know, spice things up?" you giggled out. he held you close to his chest and you both smiled as the warm water cascaded down your bodies. ~

[yanderejustforyou]

Burning Ice

notes: you already know babygirl inspired

The sun was setting outside the glass windows of your penthouse, but it was the cold inside the room that made your skin prickle. The space was sleek, modern, but it was the man sitting across from you that seemed to command it. Todoroki Shoto. Half ice, half flame. And, somehow, both were present in the quiet air between you two.

You had known Todoroki for years now. His quiet, reserved nature was a constant, yet there was a wildness to him that you had always noticed, just beneath the surface. Something that burned, something that could melt everything in its path.

Todoroki sat opposite you, his legs casually spread, leaning back in the leather chair. His mismatched eyes studied you with the precision of someone who knew exactly what to expect, and yet was always watching for any sign of weakness. His presence, like his quirk, was both soothing and dangerous. You felt it in the way the room shifted when he was near.

“You’ve been distracted lately,” Todoroki said, his voice low, almost too casual, but there was something in his tone that made the words feel like a challenge.

You couldn’t help the slight frown that tugged at your lips. “I’m fine,” you said, dismissing his observation. But he wasn’t fooled. He never was.

“I’m not sure you are,” Todoroki replied, his gaze unwavering, like a predator sizing up its prey. The way his icy half shimmered, contrasted with the fire in his eyes, unsettled you, but you couldn’t look away.

“Stop playing games, Todoroki,” you muttered, but there was no heat behind your words. It felt like he always had this ability to make you feel... small, vulnerable, without even trying.

His lips curled into the faintest smile, and you knew he’d heard the unspoken challenge in your words.

“I’m not playing any games,” he said, his voice just a little colder now. “But you are.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

His gaze flickered down to your hands on the table, fingers curling slightly, a sign of your tension. He leaned forward, his tone changing ever so slightly, becoming more deliberate, more... controlled.

“You’ve been trying to control everything, [Y/N],” Todoroki said, each word deliberate, calculated. “But we both know you can’t always be in control.”

You wanted to snap back at him, to regain the upper hand. But there was something in his gaze that made it hard to form the words. Todoroki wasn’t like the others you’d dealt with. He wasn’t interested in petty arguments or challenges. He was interested in you, in breaking down the walls you built around yourself, in stripping you bare—not physically, but emotionally, mentally.

Todoroki’s eyes never left yours, and with each passing second, you could feel the weight of his gaze pushing you down, forcing you to acknowledge something deep inside yourself that you didn’t want to admit.

“You can’t always be the one in charge, you know,” Todoroki repeated, his tone even more pointed now. “It’s okay to let someone else take the reins every once in a while.”

There was a long silence, but it was thick, filled with the tension you could no longer ignore. He was testing you. Pushing you to see just how much control you really had over yourself.

You took a slow breath, trying to maintain your composure. “I don’t need you to tell me how to run my life, Todoroki,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper, but there was a tremor in it that you couldn’t hide.

Todoroki’s lips curled into a sly smile, and he slowly stood from his chair, walking toward you with a confident, almost predatory grace. “I think you do,” he said softly, the words brushing against your ear as he leaned down to get closer. “I think you need someone who isn’t afraid to take control. Someone who can make you feel things you’d rather ignore.”

His breath was hot against your ear, his voice like fire. You could feel your pulse quicken, the space between you two narrowing until there was barely any room for air.

“I’ve been watching you,” Todoroki murmured. “I’ve been watching you control everything. Everyone. But you can’t control me, [Y/N]. Not in the way you think. Not in this.”

You didn’t say anything. You couldn’t. Something in the way Todoroki said it made you feel like you were being slowly, methodically undressed���emotionally, mentally. It wasn’t his quirk that had the power to freeze you; it was the way he saw right through you, saw the cracks in your walls, and didn’t flinch.

“I could break you,” Todoroki said, his voice calm, yet laden with an unmistakable edge of something darker. “But I won’t. Not if you want to fight it.” He paused, watching you with a gaze that made your skin flush despite yourself. “But if you do want to fight it, it’s going to hurt.”

Your breath hitched, and for a moment, you didn’t know what to say. This wasn’t a conversation anymore—it was a challenge. A challenge that you didn’t want to back down from, but you knew the consequences. Todoroki didn’t play by the rules, and you had to admit, you didn’t want him to.

Instead of backing away, you leaned forward slightly, your eyes locking with his, defiance flickering in the depths of your gaze. You weren’t about to let him control you—at least, that’s what you told yourself.

“I don’t need your approval,” you said, but even as the words left your lips, you felt a part of you that wanted to take them back. Wanted to feel what it was like to be undone, to have him break down the fortress you’d spent so long building.

Todoroki didn’t respond right away. Instead, his fingers brushed the side of your cheek, a soft touch that contrasted with the weight of his presence. “No,” he said quietly, his voice somehow both tender and harsh at once. “You need to let go, [Y/N]. You need this.”

You wanted to argue, to fight back. But the truth was, you were already unraveling.

“I think you’re already halfway there,” Todoroki said, his smile returning, predatory and confident. “You just don’t know it yet.”

It was a slow, gradual thing. First, his hand moved to the back of your neck, his fingers gentle, but firm. The pressure was enough to make you swallow, your breath uneven as your body betrayed you.

“Relax,” Todoroki murmured, the command so simple, yet so intense that you had no choice but to obey. Your body went limp in his grip, the fight within you fading, piece by piece.

“You’ve been holding everything in for so long,” he continued, his voice now smooth and even. “It’s time you let someone else take care of it. Time you let someone else control it.”

You wanted to resist. You wanted to fight it. But as his fingers tightened just slightly on the back of your neck, you realized that you didn’t want to fight it. You wanted to feel everything he was offering, to be caught in the fire and ice that was Todoroki.

Todoroki’s grip on you shifted, pulling you closer, forcing you to face him fully. His eyes bore into you with a mixture of fire and cold, as if daring you to admit what you already knew.

“You’re mine, [Y/N],” Todoroki whispered. “And you’ll learn to like it.”

And in that moment, you knew he was right.

[cloudyzeusy]

Todoroki really thought he could disrespect me in my own house. Just because he was my stepson.

I caught him alone while his mom was on a business trip and made him take all of my cock.

He definitely took after his mother. Eyes, face, and ass. Which is probably why I can't keep away from him. He's gonna have to get used to being under me and bitched.

I was the man the house now.

[love-me-satoru]

When your sweet little puppy boy turns into a spoiled brat you have to remind them who’s really the boss.