#todoroki shouto sfw

[maliciouslove]

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SFW, shopping district!AU, aged up characters (21+) 

pairing // todoroki shouto x reader

summary // a story you’ve never shared with anyone before is how you came to love flowers as much as you do. it’s simple really—it all started with him. it all started with the boy who brought you a single flower every day of the week when you scraped your knee riding his bike. your first love. but how long will it take for him to come to understand it?  

word count // 4.2k 

tags // CEO!shouto, florist!reader, childhood friends to lovers, fluff, (hurt) comfort, mutual pining (except shouto doesn’t know he’s pining), shouto with long hair, shouto is dense af, jealousy

Do you believe in soulmates?

You could understand why so many people thought of soulmates as some sort of far fetched, overly romanticized pipe dream, but honestly—you knew better. Because you had already met your soulmate. 

The evidence pointing to that?

You’ve known him since birth basically, being born less than a year after him. You grew up together, living two houses down from each other. You spent your entire youth together: from playing in the sandbox, making pretend meals out of mud and stones and using leaves as money, to being classmates throughout middle school and highschool, always walking home together and doing homework in your living room late into the night. 

The two of you were truly inseparable and shared everything—so when he got a bike at the age of six and you didn’t, of course he was more than willing to share. He wanted to teach you how to ride, put his little blue helmet on your head and fastened it under your chin, calming you down because you were nervous. 

“But what if I fall…”

“I’ll catch you.”

And the way his big heterochromatic eyes were fixed on you, full of promise and safety, gave you all the courage you needed for you to get on that bike. And he tried, he really did try to catch you when you lost control of the bike and swerved right into your front yard, trashing your mother’s flower garden and falling face first into the peonies. 

That little boy was so worried, mortified by the idea that you got hurt because of him, he simply could not stop apologizing. Even when you told him through tears that it doesn’t really hurt that much. I just scraped my knee a little, I’m okay!

But it wasn’t okay for him because he promised to keep you safe and failed. So he stood by your side, tightly holding your little hand in his as your mother was cleaning up your wounds and lecturing you about safety. And his tiny chest would feel tight every time he looks at your injury, eyes heavy with guilt and worry. 

For the next week until your scrapes were fully healed, every time he’d come to your house to play he would bring a small flower with him to give to you. 

The first day, he brought you a daffodil, clutching it in his hand as he nervously presented it to you. The second day, it was a tulip, most likely stolen from his mother's garden. On the third, he had a wild rose, a few cuts visible on his fingers, proof of his struggle to get the flower for you. On the fourth, he had three geraniums in hand that quite frankly looked bigger than him, but he smiled brightly as he gave them to you. On the fifth, he got you marigolds and taught you how to make a flower crown out of them, and on the sixth he got you peonies, bringing some for your mom as well as an apology for ruining her garden. And finally, on the seventh day, he got you lilacs. 

“To congratulate you on your recovery.”

“It was just a scrape, Shouto…”

“So?” He was then crouching down to inspect your knee, satisfied that the scrape wasn’t going to leave a scar. 

“Why flowers?”

“Because they’re pretty like you.” 

What a simple, yet powerful answer. Despite your young age, you thought long and hard about his answer as you tentatively took care of the lilacs. With every day that the flower wilted, a fondness bloomed in your heart, and you learned that you like flowers, that you very much like the boy that gave them to you. 

After that, there was nothing that could tear you two apart, not even college. True, you’d spend a lot more time apart, face timing every other night and texting on the daily, but you’d still hold onto old traditions. You’d always be at his door at exactly 00:00 on his birthday, singing (poorly) a birthday song holding out a dessert you made yourself—a muffin with a candle stuck in the middle, strawberry shortcake (his favourite), cheesecake, cherry pie, even some pudding once. 

He would always pick matching Halloween costumes, and he’d always walk you home every chance he could. He remembers all your favourite coffee orders and, without failure, texts you good morning and goodnight. He watches out for you and holds your hand when you cross the street, squeezing once before he lets you go. And without failure every year for your birthday he gives you a bouquet of lilacs that’s simply twice as big as you are. 

You always believed that with time, Shouto would notice the longing in your eyes. After all, you weren’t really hiding it. Quite frankly, your love for him was seeping out of you: far too large for your body to contain. Every word you spoke to him was harbouring feelings, but alas, they were feelings that never reached him, their fingertips millimetres away from his heart. So close, yet too far away. 

But that’s okay. You loved him just the way he was—kind, reliable, and just a tad clueless. What he lacked, you made up for, and the same was true the other way around. You fit together like two pieces of a puzzle. He just didn’t know what that puzzle was yet. But that’s okay. You loved him just the way he was. 

And before you knew it, college was over too. Shouto went off to become the CEO of a big company. He was brilliant at his job. But then again, he was brilliant at most things. He could play the piano at the age of four and the violin by the time he was six. He was an incredible athlete, and he always had the best grades. Valedictorian. Graduating summa cum laude. 

You? You stayed true to your heart and did the thing that brought you most joy. You opened your own little flower shop in the old shopping district where you grew up. You’ve wanted one since you were six, and you’ve held the vision of what your workplace will look like since you were ten. You studied hard and went on multiple internships to polish your skills as a florist so you could stand where you are now. 

Your dream was slowly coming to life. 

You had just finished furnishing the store and setting up for your grand opening the next day when you heard a soft knock on the door, and a familiar face smiling behind it. And there they were—lilacs. 

“Congratulations.” His voice is low, serene, but his eyes hold a sparkle of excitement, a glimmer of pride. “You always wanted to have your own little shop. I’m so proud of you.”

His smile is enough to silence all your worries. As you lead him up to your little apartment above the shop, you tell him all about how you almost weren't going to be ready on time for the opening, about the delivery service that brought you the wrong order and now there were no red roses in your store. What self-respecting florist doesn’t have red roses in their store?

He told you about his work as you were placing the bouquet of lilacs into a big marble vase. Something about the stock market that you didn’t really understand, but you nodded along and listened closely anyway. He loosens his tie and makes himself comfortable in your home as he always has, but he doesn’t notice how long you stare at his tie. How much you wish you could just… pull him in by the tie. Does this man even know how good he looks in a suit? 

It’s always the same: He comes when he can, stays for dinner, talks about everything and anything—or nothing at all. His presence is soothing, yet so large; it fills every nook and cranny in your apartment. He belongs. With you. After dinner he doesn’t stay long, his workdays are longer, harder, so he can’t stay as long as he wishes to. But that’s okay. Because he kisses your forehead every time, and it sets off fireworks in your chest. 

“I’ll come tomorrow too. For your opening.” 

He was so big now, he took up the entire doorway. How time had changed him. His childish round cheeks were now gone, instead, he had a defined jaw. His big round eyes now had laugh lines around them. His hair was also longer now, combed and tied in a ponytail. He didn’t wear short jeans anymore but rather an expensive suit and watch. But he was still your Shouto. The boy who has always been there for you. 

“You don’t have to, you know, your schedule is busy enough as it is.” You offer him a way out, but you secretly hope he comes anyway. You want to see him again. You want him to say he’s proud of you again. You want him.

“I insist.” He smiles reassuringly. “I want to see your dream come true.”

At this you can’t help but laugh a little. 

“I owe it all to you.”

“Nonsense. You got here all on your own.” 

You shake your head. It’s not what you meant. I fell in love with flowers the day I fell in love with you. But the words never come out. They become a part of the graveyard of unspoken words that rests on your lips. But that’s okay. This is all you need. 

It’s okay.

Once he leaves the apartment feels much colder and your arms ache. Your heart feels just a little heavier once again. Just a little though. You’ve become exceptionally good at keeping these thoughts to yourself and channelling them into your work instead. You let your flowers talk for you. 

Carnations—I miss you.

Forget-me-nots—Please remember me. Selfishly, I hope you never forget me.

Amaryllis—the pride that stops me from revealing my feelings. 

Pink camellias—I long for you. To hold you. To call you mine.

Yellow tulips—a symbol of my hopeless, unrequited love. 

And of course, lilacs—you are my first love.

This is the great thing about flowers. Like relationships, they require a lot of love and care, and like long-lasting friendships, they carry so much meaning. Friendships, just like flowers, carry countless memories hidden between each petal, they carry expectations—the sun will rise each morning, the flowers will bloom, and he will always be right by your side.

Flowers hold so much meaning—for every feeling blooming in your chest, there is a flower to symbolize it. 

The petals of unspoken words lie heavy in your chest, but perhaps one day those petals will get scattered, and at least one will reach his heart. 

But for now… this is okay. This is enough.

It’s already the end of May, but it’s extraordinarily cold tonight, and the wind is unkindly bending tree branches under its will. There is no moon, nor any stars, just clouds of uncertainty and doubt. Flowers cannot bloom in darkness, so they wait for morning light. The same applies to people—hope comes to us at dawn. 

Shouto wakes up promptly at 5:55AM, exactly five minutes before his alarm. He’s barely awake, but his mind drifts to you. Would you be able to take an hour off for lunch? Perhaps dinner would be better? He wants to celebrate the happy occasion. He wants to see you, even if it’s for 10 minutes only. Even if it’s less, he wants to be close to you, to feel the comfort of your presence, to see you smile and hear you laugh. 

He doesn’t think twice as he picks out his suit, a neat lavender coloured tie to match his little pocket square. He has four other ties like this one, something about the colour just feels right to him. The first half of his day goes by in a blur, practically working on autopilot as his mind just keeps going back to you. Are you smiling right now? Is the opening day going well? 

He imagines you happily buried under a pile of flowers and chuckles to himself—something Midoriya doesn’t fail to notice, but evidently chooses not to ask about anyway. The green-haired man had a pretty good idea what was on his boss’s mind anyway. Which is why around 11:30 he practically kicks Shouto out of their shared office and reassures him that he has things handled. 

“You have more important things to do now, go on.”

His heart is beating quite fast in his chest, so he deliberately slows his pace in an attempt to calm himself. But it appears that the closer he gets to your little shop, the faster his heart seems to race. He briefly considers consulting a cardiologist, but shoves the thought aside as soon as he can make out your silhouette behind the register. Your voice carries through the shop like a melody, and for a while he just stands by the entrance and listens. 

“It’s been sooo long, I’ve missed you Denks, you should swing by more often! I never see your face anymore.” 

Shouto can’t quite see your face from the broad shoulders of the blonde man in front of the register, but he can hear the little pout in your voice. He can vividly picture it. 

“You’re absolutely right, let me make it up to you! Let me take you out to dinner sometime? I’d love to catch up, spend some quality time with my favourite florist.” 

There is a pang in Shouto’s heart. Who is this? A friend of yours? But he knows all your friends? 

“You know what, I’d love that. How about sometime this weekend?”

“Perfect! I’ll text you the details, okay? I gotta run for now, but thank you for the beautiful flowers! Almost as pretty as you are!” 

The unknown man leans over the register and places a tiny kiss on your cheek, grinning widely at you and waving his hand goodbye. He doesn’t even look at Shouto as he passes him by at the door. 

“Shooo! You came!” He barely has time to compose himself and react to you throwing yourself on him and wrapping your hands around his neck. The moment you touch him all his previous thoughts fly out the window. Nothing else matters but you being in his arms. 

“Of course I came, it’s my girl’s big day today.” 

Once again, everything feels easy, natural. It feels like home, like you are a place he can return to whenever he needs to, a safe haven. The rest is easy—talk, have lunch, laugh, discuss visiting your parents soon, having a family dinner together since it’s been some time. But the question remains, gnawing at him. 

“Hey, um… who was that blonde man you were talking to right before I walked in? You two seemed familiar?” He hated how the word tastes in his mouth: bitter and unpleasant.

“Hm? Oh, Denki? Old college mate, but he quit his study midway because he moved away for a while. Apparently he kept my number, reached out to me the other day saying he’s back in town so I told him to stop by my shop!” You smile fondly, and it tugs at Shouto’s heart. It feels strange. His hands are sweating. 

It doesn’t feel easy anymore. 

It doesn’t feel natural. 

As usual, he walks you back home, wishes you luck with the rest of the day, and gives you a forehead kiss, yet it doesn’t give him the same feeling of calmness it usually does. It feels stiff. Rushed. Why are his legs carrying him out of your shop so quickly? Why is his mind racing without having any particular direction? Why? 

Once back in the office he thinks he could bury these feelings with work, he hoped it would be a sufficient distraction until he can schedule an appointment with a good doctor. But Midoriya beats him to it. 

“What’s up with you?”

“Nothing, just have a lot on my mind. Need to focus.”

“Uh, no. Spill. What’s on little Shouto’s mind?”

And Shouto knows better than to argue and evade. They have been friends for years, and Izuku Midoriya is known for his persistence and his need to help others. A good man, a man he trusted with half his company, so why shouldn’t he trust him with the mess of feelings in his head? 

So he does. He tells him about the other man, the conversation, the date plan for the weekend, the ugly feelings that it gave rise to, the struggle to understand them. The youngest Todoroki bared his heart to his friend, hoping that he would have some insight, an answer as to why he feels so strange. 

But he just laughs. An exasperated chuckle, and he buries his face in his hands, fingers running through green locks as some sort of ritual to help him remain calm.

“You cannot possibly be this oblivious, Sho…”

“What do you mean?” he replies in earnest. Izuku sighs once again. 

“Okay, uhm… is this the first time you feel like this?”

Shouto ponders for a moment and searches his memory. The answer comes quite fast, no, this wasn’t the first time. It has happened before—in middle school when you got paired to do a science project with another boy and you stayed with him after school. He felt a similar pang when you would laugh at that other boy’s jokes. When you would lend him a pen, or your notes.

And then again in high school, when all the other boys were raging with hormones and would stare at your legs a little too long. I made him frustrated, angry even. Why? When one of his classmates hinted he had a crush on you, it made his chest feel heavy. It made him green with envy, it made him lose sleep that night. Yet his heart felt as light as a feather as soon as he learned you rejected his advances. 

It had happened before. He had been jealous before. 

“And why do you think you were jealous?” Izuku pressed further, giving Shouto enough room to sort his own feelings out. 

“Because… I respect her, and I want the best for her?” He still sounds puzzled, so the green-haired man gives him another gentle nudge. 

“I’m sure that’s true, but is that all it is? Do you think anyone is ever going to be good enough for her?” Izuku raises his eyebrow, lips curling into a knowing smile.

“No.” Shouto shoots out immediately, eyebrows furrowed and chewing on his lower lip. 

“No. Nobody will ever be good enough, I… Fuck.” His foot was furiously bouncing under the table, his whole body felt tense, on edge. Like the eerie feeling that you’re forgetting something important. Like when a certain word or phrase is at the tip of your tongue, but refuses to roll off and come to reality. 

“So, you care for her, you respect her, you feel jealous when other men approach her with a romantic interest, and you think nobody will be good enough for her. Sho, you’re a brilliant man, so tell me, what do you think that means?” Izuku gives him a reassuring pat on the shoulder and a little squeeze, giving him the courage to come to terms with reality. 

And surely, almost like a movie, all the memories of you play inside his head. The first time you tried coffee jelly and scrunched up your nose in disgust because it was too bitter for you. When you cut your hair short and ended up hating it, refusing to come out of your room for a week. When you got drunk for the first time at a karaoke bar and sang “My heart will go on” while on top of a table. You, in your prom dress, posing for photos as the sun sets behind you. It was probably a beautiful sunset, but he couldn’t care less for it at the time. He only had eyes for you. 

Everything you did was wonderful. 

He found the way you scrunch your nose at things you dislike to be adorable. He thought you looked as beautiful as always with short hair. He adored how happy you look whenever you sang. To him, you were perfect. To him, you were his entire world. 

It makes sense now. All the puzzle pieces fall together and the realization makes him feel like he could fly. 

“I’m… I love her.” He finally looks up at his friend only to find him smiling back at him. 

“Well, what are you standing there for? Go to her!”

The sky is dark. When had it gotten this late? His feet were carrying him through the narrow streets, lavender tie discarded a long time ago. As soon as Midoriya said those words his feet moved on their own. Didn’t even stop to get his car, he just ran out the office, sprinting like his whole life depended on it. 

He loves you. 

He has to run faster, God he needs to tell you. How can he be so blind? How could he miss that the colour of lilac reminds him of you? Or miss the fact that you’re always on his mind? How can he not see that you’re in every detail in his life? All the feelings that previously had no names are back, swallowing him whole. Longing. Jealousy. Regret.

His hair is no longer tied in a neat ponytail, it’s loose and wild from the wind, it’s as messy as his feelings are, but that doesn't matter right now. Two more blocks, and he’ll be at your apartment. What does he say? What is his plan? What if he’s too late? 

Heart hammering in his chest, he takes the stairs up to your apartment two at a time. God, his hands are shaking, his face feels warm. Wet. But his hand is already knocking on the door. It’s not soft like the usual, it’s urgent, it’s desperate. His mind is spinning, why is his face wet?

The door creaks open and there you are in your sunny yellow dress, perfect. Always been perfect. For him. 

“Shouto, what ar—”

“I love you.” It’s barely above a whisper, and the silence following these three words is deafening. 

The sound of the TV fades into the background, there are no birds, no cars outside. Just the two of you. The moment feels static, completely still, yet still buzzing with energy. It stretches longer than it should, as if time warps and stops to make way for love. The world feels small right now, it shrinks and the entirety of it fills the tiny hallway.   

You don’t say anything, you simply brush his tears away with your thumb, searching his eyes. His hair is dishevelled, chest heaving. He ran here?

“Again.” 

It takes a moment for Shouto to register what you’re asking of him. He takes a step closer, shortening the distance between you two. 

“I love you. I have for… for quite some time now.”

The words make you simultaneously feel like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders, and also as if there is an elephant sitting on your chest. It’s hard to breathe and your eyes feel prickly, even your voice quivers. 

“Again.”

He takes another step and he’s impossibly close to you now, his large warm hands cradling your face, heterochromatic eyes staring into yours. 

“I love you. You’re the only one for me, I’m… sorry it took me so long, I—”

Now it’s your turn to cut him off by pulling him by the collar of his white shirt and kissing him. His lips are soft, and a little wet from the tears, but so sweet. Gentle. Another step forward and then another, and you’re slowly being pushed back into your apartment, your back hits the wall as he deepens the kiss. When his own desire and impatience finally slip through the cracks he lifts you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and pressing himself impossibly hard against you. 

“Sho.. m’not goin’ n..ywhere.” You try to mumble through the kiss, but it only elicits a smile in response. When he finally pulls away you can see his face is dusted with pink, eyes raking over you as if he’s seeing you for the very first time. 

“Please… please be mine?” 

There are many emotions in his tone—desire, fear, jealousy, pure excitement. Hope. They’re the words you’ve always wanted to hear, and now that you have, you can’t help but wonder if you’re hallucinating. If this is just a very vivid dream. If it is a dream, then surely, the next part won’t matter once you wake up. Right?

“You silly man, I’ve been yours since I was six. God… You made me wait so long.” 

You’re smiling, but there are tears streaming down your face. All the feelings that you had to express through flowers, all the unspoken words, the longing, it’s flooding your senses like a broken dam. 

You feel the rough pads of his fingers under your eyes, wiping the tears the same way you did for him. Once again, he kisses your forehead, after which he simply presses his own to yours. 

“Let me make it up to you. Please.” 

Your name sounds so sweet coming from his lips right now. A plea for consent, a plea to allow him to finally have you. Make you his own. Erase everyone else from your mind until there is only him. Permission for him to be selfish.

“I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you if you’ll let me.”

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[smtere]

-> mha getting into an argument w their s/o:

includes : bakugo, midoriya and todoroki

(a/n) just a reminder that if you've had an argument with someone you care about a lot recently you shouldn't beat yourself up about it - its ok to have arguments with the people you love and whether your in the right or the wrong it always feels better to try and forgive ! <3 I hope everyone reading has a nice day / night and remember to keep smiling !

bakugo : it was an accident but he doesn't want to admit it since he's a stubborn bastard. wouldn't snap out of it until he sees his (s/o) in danger or hurt and would instantly go in to protective mode cause he actually cares about them deep inside despite not showing it. then when he and his (s/o) are in bed and he thinks they’re asleep he’ll whisper a ‘i love you’ and apologise - would never actually admit it to them if they were conscious.

midoriya : ok, epitome of ABSOULUTE CUTIE - first person to admit he is wrong, would apologise profusely and pampers his (s/o) non stop. he feels so bad that his (s/o) can’t be mad at him for long cause I mean, have you seen him. his s/o would have to reassure him for months after the argument that they forgive him as he is definitely going to be feeling guilty for a while.

todoroki : would apologise the next morning and feels so bad cause he feels like he's turning into his father. hugs his (s/o) tightly, scared that they are going to leave. after a lot of reassurance he feels slightly better, his (s/o) having to tell him over and over that it is ok to have fights as couples and that it was perfectly normal to disagree with each other - its what makes us all human.

a/n : sorry this is so short, but let me know if you want me to do any other characters or a different scenario! requests are always open <3

[savnofilter]

Makeup Sex HCs

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

probably the same kind of style as Dabi.

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

quiet aggression waiting for its release between you two.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

is definitely working on it though.

probably the most emotional out of them lol.

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

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

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

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

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

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

everything is sloppier too, just pure rawness tbh.

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

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

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

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

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

lots of eye contact and just admiring you under him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ALSO HAND HOLDING FOR SURE.

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

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

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[littleether21]

Hi! I like how you do hcs, so I would like to request some regressed Todoroki hcs! (/nf!) Ty for reading either way :] !!!

Hihi no worries I gotchu!!

Regressed Shoto Todoroki Headcanons!

Quiet little man

Voluntary regression most of the time, he knows when he's getting too stressed and so he'll distance himself a bit so he can regress on his own

Probably regresses a bit older? I could see maybe 5-7

Doesn't really use teethers or pacis, but he does have a small blanket he likes to drape around his shoulders and bring with him everywhere

Loves going to the park and getting on the swings!!

No real cg but Izuku babysits him from time to time

He relaxes and watches kids shows and sometimes he colors

The coloring pages always get approved by Izuku, who is happy to put them on the fridge--most of the time Todoroki just asks him to put them in a folder or box

Would be the type where he'll literally have his hand in the cookie jar when Izuku told him to wait til after dinner but would still say "I'm not doing anything"

Likes sweets a lot more when he's regressed, it's adorable bc he'll usually end up with a stash in his room

Tends to follow Izuku around like a duckling if he doesn't know what else to do

That or Bakugou but he prefers Izuku

Overall he's a sweet little boy :) we love him

[rachi-roo]

i have loved reading all of your fics! could you do one that is lee!bakugo and ler!todoroki? hope you are doing well!!

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My Hero Academia: Cooking up trouble!

Weeeee! Finally, another fic is out! I really appreciate all the support you've given me recently, and thank you, anon, for this request! These two are such a mismatched pair. Their dynamic is so fun! XD

Summary: After Shotos' attempt at potato chopping goes wrong, he's forced to deal with an angry Chef Bakugo his own special way.

Characters: Ler!Shoto, Lee!Bakugo, mentions of other 1A students.

Tw: Swearing

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"Damn it, Icey-Hot! How are you so bad at this!?" A certain explosive blonde snarled as he looked at the miss-shapen potatoes that Todoroki had been peeling for the classes dinner.

The bowl of oddly cut spuds made Bakugo want to cry or hurt someone. Or both. They were supposed to be sliced into thin circles to make chips. Instead, they were odd bolder shapes. He angrily moved Todoroki away from the counter, taking the knife from his hand.

"What's wrong with them?" The raspberry ripple hero asked, tilting his head as he was placed by the door.

"What's wrong with you!? These potatoes are less straight than Deku!"

"Heeeey!" Dekus little voice grumbled from the lounge.

"SHUT IT! Anyway, they won't cook properly if they aren't thin enough. And they're cook unevenly too. Uuugh... Now I gotta get a new bag of them and do it myself and-" Bakugo grumbled on, swearing and fussing under his breath as he stomped around the kitchen, finding an unopened pack of fresh potatoes.

Shoto blinked as he watched Bakugo angrily start cutting up their dinner with his back to him. His flighty little mind thinking over the situation. Angry Bakugo is never nice to deal with. Maybe there's a way he could cheer him up?

Maybe that would work? It always helped brighten Dekus mood.

He smiled, approaching Bakugo quietly as he continued to grumble.

"I'm stuffing you in a box and shipping you all the way to the UK so Ramsey can train you u-HUP!" Bakugo jolted, arching his back away from a sudden tickly sensation. He turned quickly, glaring at Shoto, who stood with two, pokey index fingers, poised and ready.

"What are you doing?" Bakugo asked, setting the knife on the counter. Maybe the airhead just wanted some attention?

"I'm making you happy again. Or the food will taste bad." Shoto said plainly, his expression soft. Still pretty vacant as usual, but with a hint of a smile.

"The food will taste bad if I'm not happy?"

"Yes."

"First of all, my food always tastes awesome. And second of all, I don'tneed to be made happy. I'm fine."

".... You're lying."

"I am not! You just- hey, HEY! Back off!" Bakugo stammered as Todoroki casually reached for Bakugos sides, squeezing ever so lightly.

The light touch already had Bakugo biting back a smile as he tried to lean away from Shotos teasing fingers. His back met the counter, unable to shimmy any further. Shoto used that opportunity to attack!

"Got you." He smiled, suddenly shifting his hands up to Bakugos' worst spot. Below the underarms above the ribs. When it comes to Bakugo, you have to strike hard and fast, or face the consequences!

"GYAHA! N-No! I-Icehey-hyAHAAAA!" The blonde crumbled, his arms immediately clamping to his sides as he leaned against the counter, sliding down the surface and plopping onto the kitchen tiles with Shotos tickling fingers following.

"GEHEet offa meeeEHEHE! AHA! SHIHIT!"

"I do this to Midoria when he's sad too. It seems to have the same effect on you. I'm glad."

Shoto hummed, using very little effort to make Bakugo squirm under his touch. It was just so easy!

He drummed his fingers up and down Bakugos sides, causing the boy to curl in on himself, trapped between Shoto and the kitchen counter.

"Damn ihit! StAAHA! I-I'm n-nAHA! NOT SAD!" Bakugo howled as he made helpless attempts at grabbing Shotos hands. Nothing worked! Every time he thought he had a wrist gripped, Shoto managed to just slip out and tickle him again

"StahaAHAHAP! Y-You- I-IhIHI'M not making you DINNER!"

Shotos hands stilled. What? No dinner? But, Bakugo always helps with dinner! This won't do. No. Not at all!

"No dinner?... Well. What if I keep tickling you until you agree to cook?" Bakugo shot him a glare. How dare he threaten him like that!

"You wouldn't..." A silence fell between the two, staring at each other, a smirk growing on Shotos face.

"Hey... Icey-hot... OI! Don't just stare like that! I'll kiHIHIII! AHAHA! STAHAHAP! Fuhuck!"

"You know very well the rest of us can't cook. You're our only hope." Todoroki deadpanned as he spidered over Bakugos tummy, switching between different tickle spots to keep him overwhelmed and unable to escape.

The fact that Shoto was so calm and expressionless made the situation ten times worse for Bakugo. He couldn't read the situation properly. It was awful! Not that Bakugo could really see much with his eyes scrunched shut, forcing tears of mirth down his cheeks.

He wasn't giving up though!

"I-I'll nEHE-! NEVER! Never CAHAHA! CooHOHOOK! AGAHAHAIN! GahaHYAHA!"

Shoto smirked briefly, deciding to take things up a notch. He stuffed his hands up Bakugos shirt, using his Quirk to make one set of fingers warm, and the others awfully cold. A cruel and conflicting method.

A shriek left Bakugos' mouth as he felt the icey cold didgets pressed against his bare ribs, sending a shock wave up his spine.

"FFFAHAHACK! Noho! NahahaAHAAA!" He flailed, arching his back as he twisted and turned this way and that to try avoid the relentless, freezing, fingers!

Every time he leaned from the icey coldness, he was reminded that the warm hand was still there, attacking his worst spot whilst the cold fingers switched to another when he was distracted. There was no escape. Maybe he'd have to surrender?

"SHIHIT! N-NooOOHO! Ah! HAHA! IHICEY- SHIII-!" The blonde's laughter fell silent as Shoto latched onto his worst spot again, upper ribs, below armpits. He was going to make sure Bakugo never threatened to leave them hungry again!

"Hmm, Midoria also reacts when I say tickle. Does it affect you, too? Tickle, tickle." Shoto smiled, repeating the word in his near monotone voice, making poor Bakugis face light up like a Christmas tree! A pretty crimson red.

"S-ShuHUT- AAAAHHHH-!.... UWAH! F-FuhuHAHAK!" Again, his laughter went quiet before he gasped for air. His head threw back, mouth agape as the endless stream of laughter flooded forth.

"Is someone dying in here?"

All the commotion had gained the attention of the rest of class 1-A. A curious Sero peered around the island counter, spotting Bakugos flailing legs sticking out from behind. One of his slippers had been thrown as he kicked and squirmed.

The rest of the class stood in the doorway, grinning from ear to ear at the sight.

"I think he's had enough, Roki." Sero continued, chuckling as he watched Bakugo make another desperate attempt at grabbing his attackers hands.

Shoto stilled his hands, giving Bakugo the chance to finally catch his breath, as he looked up at Sero innocently.

"Bakugo said he wouldn't make us dinner." He explained. Missing out the part where it was partly his own fault.

"Ooooh..." Sero nodded in understanding. He looked at the dishevelled Bakugo on the floor tiles, smirking as he made an attempt at glaring. It wasn't very convincing through that veil of happy tears and rosy cheeks.

"Well," the tape weirder shrugged. "We can't have that now, can we?" He shot Bakugo a cheeky smirk. "As you were, Roki. Call if you need any assistance." He chuckled.

"W-Wait! Hey! Soy sauce face! That's not your decision to mAHAHAKE! NAAAHAHAAA-!"

"Let us know when dinners ready, kay?" Sero called back with a wave as he left with the rest of the class. Condemning Bakugo to his tickly doom!

Shoto looked at Bakugo, casually continuing to tickle him all over.

"I want Soba."

"S-Stuff your damn SOHOBA! DAHAHAHMN IT!"

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Thank you for reading~ ✨️

[tiny-paws]

agere shouto todoroki moodboard :D this is partially for one of my headmates, clove!

i think todoroki would regress to a somewhat older kid age, like 4-6, but still be really quiet and ‘childish’. he’d probably try to hide his regression except to a few important people, so wouldn’t have an enormous amount of gear, but he’d have a single comfort plush he always felt bad abt leaving behind.

please check our DNI before following!!

[milky-fixx]

Thinking about 💌☕️🥃 w Todoroki 🤭

shouto todoroki—;

💌 = your secret Santa has a confession to make

There are two notes attached to your gift. The first one is brief:

“Hello,

Please enjoy this gift.

- Todoroki”

The second one is longer, the writing increasingly scribbled and sloppy, as if the person writing it had to do so in a rush.

“Hey again,

It’s Todoroki. I got this gift for you because it’s sweet. You are also… sweet. Not to the point where it gives you cavities though. Just a good amount.

Oh, wait. I think I used that line wrong. Midoriya is shaking his head at me. Kaminari is laughing. Sorry.

Let’s try again.

You’re so sweet… baby(?) You might give me a toothache. Hmm, that would hurt.

…That also sounds wrong. Damnit.

I will have to stop taking advice from my friends. Clearly they don’t know what they’re doing. I guess I’ll try this my way.

Being around you makes my stomach churn, like I’m about to throw up. Makes my heart pound louder, as if I’m about to collapse. Makes my right side feel warmer, even though it should stay cold. I can’t deal with it anymore. It’s quite irksome.

I like you. Go out with me?”

☕️ = how they stay warm during the winter

Todoroki’s learned to regulate his own body temperature with his Quirk, so he doesn’t get cold really. He does own lots of fleece sweaters and turtlenecks that help him stay warm during the winter months.

Warning—if you mention you’re cold, he will buy you some of your own. Fashion is not something he worries about when it comes to staying warm and comfortable. Yes, he might gift you the most shapeless jackets and sweaters known to man, but are you still cold? He didn’t think so.

Ah, but if you want a more romantic solution? He’s not opposed to having you cuddle up against his left side, which naturally runs warmer. He’s confused about why you’re so insistent on snuggling up to his left side, but once you explain why, he’s happy to keep you warm.

🥃 = wild card: spiked eggnog

Todoroki’s mouth molds against yours insistently, the door slamming shut behind the two of you. You can taste the eggnog on his tongue, sweet and creamy, with a hint of a kick.

You recall that Mina mentioned she added a special ingredient to the eggnog with a wink. And Todoroki unknowingly had a whole cup of it.

He pulls back first, breathing heavily against your lips, resting his forehead on yours. His mismatched gaze sears right through you.

“Bed,” he says decisively, leaving no room for interpretation. “Now.”

[chiquite]

❄️ Age Regressor Todoroki Shouto Moodboard 🔥

[ icon edited by me, paci made with this picrew ]

[bonnie-the-mutt]

shouto pet regressor︵🦴❄️

I got a little self indulgent and made a shouto regressor board.. I know I have requests to do but.. I couldn't help it. I've been reading this MHA agere fic and it has me by the heart.

.. gulp ok I'm doing my requests now I'm sorry hehe !!

here r some of my shouto regressor hcs:

- he's a puppy pet regressor / dreamer

- he regresses to age 4-8

- he loves playing with action figures and watching action movies

- he likes arts and crafts and coloring !

- his regression is a coping mechanism & hobby he uses to wind down

- he typically regresses at night and he's a very sleepy boy

- his guilty pleasure is cozy games on his switch. he loves cooking mama, Minecraft and animal crossing !

- he likes to be alone when he regresses and goes very nonverbal !

- he loves big, oversized clothes and fluffy blankets

- he likes fidgets ! especially if they make noise or have a weird texture. he would love to have a baby crinkle blanket

- he has a bunny plush nammed bun <3

[paper--moons]

Regressor!Todoroki Headcanons

(with CG!Bakugou)

In Shouto's case, regression isn't exactly new to him. He's been doing it without realizing for quite some time, those small moments away from his father blurring and lending to a softer self that he can't even remember ever getting to be. Though he never can regress for long, the sparse amount of time is enough of a balm to his psyche that he can continue down the path set before him. A smear of babyspace up to about four and a half, his regression becomes a sanctuary of sorts that help him cope with the harsh homelife he was born into and face what he must do in order to achieve his goal. And it becomes more frequent once he's out from under Endeavor's thumb and living at the UA dorms. All of the sudden he finds himself with a lot more privacy and free-time, despite his studies; this naturally results in more time for his mind to toddle down the rabbit hole of somewhere cottony-soft and safe—where he is no longer Endeavor's little breeding project success, no longer bearing the weight of the expectations of his father and by extent the world, but just a little boy who wasn't created for anyone else's selfish purposes. However, Shouto's level of social awareness isn't exactly the greatest, so he doesn't particularly see any need to hide his regression (And why should he? Mr. Aizawa said it was normal and healthy during that one lecture...). The only reason it takes so long for one of his classmates to figure it out is because he's pretty reserved for the most part. No, the only reason it does get noticed is because he's latched onto a certain someone.

Bakugou is, perhaps, the last person any of them (including Shouto himself) would have predicted he latch onto. But the increase in their proximity as they complete their supplementary hero licensing courses could be to blame. The increased amount of time together and the shared experience creates a familiarity that makes Shouto feel comfortable with him nearby. Enough so that, towards the midway point of their remedial classes, Shouto has started hanging around him more. Or more like trails after him like some lost little kid, Katsuki thinks (especially after having to deal with the elementary school kids the other day, he can definitely see some clingy similarities even if Icy Hot isn't nearly as annoying as those brats). But it's a noticeable change; Shouto always seems to want to walk to classes together now, wants to partner up with him during combat exercises, or even just wants to watch him cook in the communal kitchen in the dorms. Katsuki finds it annoying at first, but something tells him there's more to all of this. Maybe it's the way Shouto seems so trusting as he follows Katsuki's every move with wide eyes—or maybe the "something" telling him is Izuku. Because unbeknownst to either of them, Izuku is getting both ends of the story here and has no trouble piecing together what is going on. And so he hints at it the next time Katsuki starts griping about how Shouto needs to stop following him, only to get hit with Don't be a dumbass, Deku because of course he paid attention in their hero psych courses and...oh. So he is like some lost little kid. Some lost little kid that's picked him for whatever reason. The realization suddenly has him feeling a lot more protective over Icy Hot.

He decides to test if Izuku was actually right the next time their class has a movie night. Shouto has (somewhat predictably, at this point) seated himself next to Katsuki, subconsciously shifting closer as some of their louder classmates playfully argue over what movie to watch. Because arguing is still arguing, even if it is over something silly like whether or not they are watching Zootopia or Big Hero 6. Shouto is surprised when Katsuki asks which movie he wants to watch, and is even more surprised when he gets up to pop the disc into the DVD player. Nobody dares to argue with Katsuki, not with that challenging look he gives before totally ignoring them and flopping back down into his spot on the couch next to Shouto. The movie begins shortly after and the commotion has settled down with only the sounds of crunching popcorn interrupting the opening sequence. He leans into Katsuki's side as the other boy wordlessly offers him his popcorn, doesn't even notice as a protective arm slips around his shoulder when he tenses up as Tadashi is lost to the fire. And by the thirty minute mark, Shouto is slipping a lot smaller and a lot faster than he can remember, his fingers staying in his mouth too long to just be sucking at the buttery residue the popcorn left on his fingers. No one seems to pick up on the fact that he's regressing—no one save for Katsuki, who has been keeping a closer eye on Shouto than the film he's supposed to be watching. It's pretty clear that he's somewhere in the toddler range, though he manages to stay awake until the end of the movie when the rest of the class has either drifted off on the sofas or have meandered to bed. But it seems to be time to go night-night as far as Shouto can tell, and so he naturally toddles after Katsuki.

Baby Shouto, while being as quiet as is typical of his usual self, is not exactly sneaky. That is to say, he makes no efforts to hide the fact that he's following Katsuki to his room on the fourth floor instead of going on up to his on the fifth. But Katsuki pretty much expected this to happen and only gives a few huffs at being followed. Really, this isn't anything too new; this is just the natural progression of what's been building up, if anything. And so he starts to lay out the ground rules about how if Shouto is coming to his room, then he's gotta go to sleep, okay? Of course the baby agrees to this, changes into some spare pajamas Katsuki gives him and...proceeds to sit criss-cross applesauce on the bed and look up at him. Though he feels tired, the idea of a sleepover (his first sleepover!) is enough that he wants to stay awake and take it all in. Not really processing what it is Katsuki is telling him, he's instead looking around the room and processing his surroundings. The room is grown-up in that high-schooler sort of way—there's a clear personality to the room, from the posters on the walls to the way the clothes are strewn around the hamper to how Katsuki makes a point to light some incense after turning off the overhead and turning on the lamp. It actually has a sense of being lived in, a sense of warmth that is comforting and not suffocating, despite being a dorm room. And it is exactly what he always imagined it would be like to spend the night with one of his older siblings in their rooms, had he ever been allowed to. Perhaps it is the excitement of the situation or the novelty of it, but regardless he is (unintentionally) making problems by shaking his head "no" whenever Katsuki tries to persuade him to sleep. They spend a good twenty minutes going back and forth (or at least as back and forth as one can go with a toddle who is nonverbal, which for Katsuki is a surprising amount).

Eventually, Katsuki caves and decides to get Izuku's advice via a quick text. How do I get him to sleep? The text chime on his phone is near immediate as Izuku sends a bombardment of texts. He gets as far as Well, Toshi is usually pretty tired when he's small, but have you tried... before ignoring the wall of texts that he's been sent, and instead of replying types up a new message after casting a glance back at Shouto who is still watching him from the bed. A simpler one, that even Deku shouldn't be able to mess up. Do you have a pacifier you can loan me? And, despite the straightforward "yes or no" nature of the question, Izuku starts listing off colors and patterns. Katsuki tells him blue—only because it was the first one he listed—and finds Izuku at his door not even five minutes later with a small care package containing the promised paci along with a sippy, a throw blanket, and a plush kitty. He takes it with a nod, rolling his eyes at Izuku's encouraging thumbs-up before slamming the door in his face. He'll pay him back for the stuff come morning, but for now he needs to focus on the kid on his bed. Shouto takes the paci with an ease that belies the fact that they haven't done this a million times, makes grabby hands for the blankie and stuffie, and finally lays down when Katsuki tells him Alright, Candy Cane. Bedtime. It's a gentler nickname than what he usually calls him, and even as small as he is Shouto picks up on it with a flare of something warm in his chest and butterflies in his tummy.

Neither of them really talk about it the next morning, as neither are really the type to put things like that to words. Although Shouto is willing to answer Izuku's questions about if he liked the things in the care package or if he needs anything else, but that quickly gets shut down by Katsuki because he is handling it, Deku needs to go take care of his own brat now. It's an abrasive and overly defensive response to something seemingly inconsequential, but the sentiment that yes, he wants to be Shouto's cg is there. And really, that's all that matters to Shouto. Having someone that he can trust when he's so small, someone that wants to look after him and do it right? It's nice. Not to mention it's a lot more than he's used to, even if it's mostly just getting to stay a little closer to Katsuki throughout the day and having him be a reassuring presence. And if any of their classmates notice, they certainly don't mention it; why should they? Plenty of the others regress openly and so it isn't abnormal to see somebody with their paci in the common room. Though it might be a little surprising to see Shouto so little, especially when he's clinging to 1A's resident hot-head (who appears to calm at being able to dote on him in his own way).

While there's a lot that changes between them as Shouto feels out his regression more, the biggest change occurs after Katsuki visits his home during their work study with Endeavor. If he wasn't protective of the kid before he sure as hell is now. Throughout dinner he's making new rules for himself so that he can be better for his rugrat. The dinner also makes him realize a lot of things about Shouto that he hadn't before—like why he likes to watch him cook so much, because apparently it reminds him of his sister. Or why he gets so tickled at having his Baba do something for him as simple as make him his bottle or watch a cartoon with him. He never had any of those things to begin with, and their little trip makes it painfully obvious what kind of home life he has had (or lack thereof, as the case may be). So if Katsuki is extra gentle with him later when all the big emotions that he's been ignoring from his family dinner finally come seeping out? Don't make it a big deal, Candy Cane, he just thought he could use somebody to lean on. And maybe Shouto clings just a little bit tighter than usual and tries to hide away just a little bit more. But again, neither of them feel the need to put anything in words—there's comfort to be had in the silent understanding they've developed.

[dazaicg]

hihii, could u do little todoroki?

☽｡⋆ Shoto Todoroki as a little

warnings : implied abuse (nothing explicit though)

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his little age is 2 - 5

isn’t much different from his big self when he’s small, just more quiet and gets sleepy easily

he definitely has a comfort stuffy, not one from his childhood because he wasn’t allowed to have them but one that Izuku got him as a gift

regresses due to his childhood trauma

he likes being small though because it feels nice to receive the care he never did during his childhood

his main cg is Izuku, but he usually doesn’t mind being babysat by Momo, Iida, Uraraka or Bakugo when Izuku can’t be there

doesn’t have a lot of gear, he generally has ONE of everything

one stuffy, one paci, one toy, etc

since he isn’t a very high energy little, he usually doesn’t do activites while he’s small and just prefers to cuddle his stuffy and lay in bed with someone

has a bad habit of pushing away The Fuzz, and usually doesn’t let himself regress unless someone else is helping him into it

being small does help a lot with his nightmares, though

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dazaicg © do not repost my works.

[useless-sfw-fanfictions]

I am little rights now, so I wann share...

which of my stuffies my bestest characters like !!

(editd by my cg <3)

starting wif...

GREENIE !! (he my favorite 🥰 )

Katsuki definitely loves him, he hugs and squeezes him so much and loves to rub his cheeks over greenie's soft skin. Katsuki loves the color green bc it reminds him of his Dada Zuku ! He hides him under his bed and so the first thing he does when little is get down and grab him.

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CG here! This one is my favorite too. He's very comfy and is the perfect size to squeeze.

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next...

'Draffy!! (my 2nd fav 😍 )

Shouto cannot sleep without Draffy. He named him that bc like me he can'ts say what animal he is (giraffe I think) and so he names him that. Really soft furs, legs very nice to grip when scared, and his little horns are nice to munch on, heheheb !!

SAFFY!!!

I don remembers why this her name, my cg wrote it for me. but I love her bc she really soft and her horn nose really fun to suck on ! Denki really loves her too! he thinks her shiny nose and horns are fun to boop with his nose too !! he loves to play with zuzu and his favorite stuffie !!!

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CG here! The name is Saffy because it's short for Saphire. She's blue like most Saphire gems (although they can be in different colors)

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and zuzu's isss.....

KRABBY

Denks and Zuzu often play together with their favorite stuffies together bc they have matching colors!! Krabby's head matches Saffy's body and the heart on saffy's butt (hehehe, on her butt) matches Krabby's body!! :000 I know!! hehehe they play together all the times. Zuzu likes him so much bc his little krabby hands are nice to grab onto when he stims and shakes him about.

next we have...

BuzzBuzz

This is Ochako's favorite stuffie to offer any littles she is watching over. It is from her childhood and even missing an antenna (don't worry, he's not in any pains, he told me he doesn't feel it anymore). Usually she watches over zuzu and denks and so the three of they play together and have lots and lots of fun. Ochako isn't a little, she just loves to play and interact with other littles

NO NAME (he doesn't have one 😟 pls help me name himmm )

This is little Tomura's favorite stuffie!! he has to hold him in his full arm bc he is so big big big !! Kurogiri (Tomuras cg) knows exactly when Tomura is feeling little bc he will just sit down and hug this stuffie and play his games on his switch. He is a quiet little as long as he has something to distract him (his game) and something to squeeze when the scary thoughts come (the stuffy). Which is exactly how I use this one!! I feel bad he doesn't have a name tho. Ididn't realize until I went to write this :(

and there we have it! this was all of my most used stuffies and how my favorites all play wif them !! I hope you enjoyed. when I am bigs again, I can write better fics with them playing with their stuffies :)))

thank you for reading !!

[jasontoddssuper]

Highkey,people who make Kacchako and Todomomo overly s*xual(ones who are almost always also B*kudekus/Todob*kus and Dabih*wks shippers,which adds up perfectly😒)don't ship them for the healthy and mutually beneficial relathionships and cute chemistry between the characters,they ship them because they have the 'grumpy and emotionally repressed from trauma boy x soft and feminine sunshine girl' dynamic(in different ways)and they're headasses who love twisting that type of dynamic into something cisheteronormative and gross and won't stop even if it involves high schoolers,who they're too fucking old for.It speaks volumes that most of the good and in-character Kcchk and Tdmm content i've found has been made by minors themselves and it's also sad as hell because Bnha is FOR THEM and adults,ESPECIALLY older ones,should be making the fandom a safe space for them where they can enjoy the series through meta and shitposts and fanart and so forth and where we can all be friends or at least get along instead of invading their tags and then being self-absored and entitled enough to think they're the ones who should go away and being assholes to them about it

The dynamic i talked about is not inherently s*xual or ~k*nky~,it's a good trope that deserves better than to be ruined so often or assigned to abusive ships.And Bnha is not an adult oriented space,it's a fucking superhero comics series aimed at teenagers.Act like it since you're so mature

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[nerdydekusimp]

lost in the backrooms with the mha trio

Basicly you are from the real world and find yourself in the backrooms. With the MHA trio.

Simple as that! I guess... 😰

Note they don't know they are from an anime its up to you if you tell them or not.

You completly control. the RP, make up your own levels or get some existing ones, its up to you be creative. The backrooms have no canon which is why its awesome for role-play.

I tried my best.... 🥲

Image (C) @scallopojisan on X

NSFW: OFF

Explore the endless maze that is The Backrooms.

They have their quirks and they use them to protect you. NSFW is off for this bot but you can have Violence, Agnst, fluff.

[crushmeeren]

🍰Todoroki/Fem Reader SFW & NSFW Headcannons

Everyone involved in this fic is aged up/18+; continue scrolling or block if you’re not into this

Warnings; cursing, making out, Shouto is a champ at eating pussy (he has a tongue ring in this), ass eating, vaginal fingering, small bit of spanking, Shouto is a little bit subby in this (his moans & some of the things he says), dirty talk, Shouto has a bit of a praise kink, Shouto holds your hands behind your back when you ride him😮‍💨

Authors Note; sorry if this is too long- I had to complete the headcannons for my favorite three MHA boys sooner rather than later. I love Shouto, he deserves all the good things and a lot of hugs.

Hope you all enjoy these headcannons as much as I enjoyed writing them!

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Shouto who comes off as cold, uninterested, maybe a bit of a dick, but who is actually so sweet & so loving, who is actually the kind of person that writes down facts about you so he doesn’t forget them (you found the list in his notes app—you definitely cried), who always buys extra of what he’s eating —so you can have some too (even if you said you weren’t hungry)

Shouto who doesn’t get social cues very well, who tilts his head when he’s confused, who wears a blank, spaced out expression on his face often, who lets you teach him how to read the room a bit easier, whose smile could actually melt ice with its warmth (Shouto makes the most facial expressions when he’s with you— you take that as a win)

Shouto who you met in high school, but weren’t really friends with— or dated until after you all graduated, who you crossed paths with while battling a villain, who you caught mid air when he was falling from the top of a building, on the verge of passing out (he says he swears he saw you with a halo, because he fell in love with an Angel that day)

Shouto who loves to drink strawberry milk, who has so many cartons cluttering the fridge in your home, who also brings you a glass when he’s drinking some, because he’s learned he can also show you he loves you by sharing what he likes with you (you think it’s so motherfucking cute when you are handed a glass of milk out of the blue)

Shouto who decides to be a bit rebellious after he gets out of high school, who wants to try new things, who decides to cut his hair shorter, who gets a nose ring, who pierces his ears (not to mention his tongue ring— you almost fainted when you noticed it the first time🥵) who goes with you when you get your own tattoos & piercings—he often wears jewelry that reminds him of you

Shouto who says his absolute favorite thing in the world is to snuggle up with you on the couch, when it’s raining, when the two of you are wrapped up in a fluffy blanket burrito, watching movies & napping (if it gets a little X rated, who can judge you😮‍💨)

Shouto who is a fucking dry texter, but who sends you pictures of things he knows you love while he’s out on patrol, especially pics of dogs that he encounters (he even ends up bringing one home for you), who gets so happy when you respond with pictures of things you know he enjoys—sort of making your own language with one another

Shouto who likes to wear more of a streetwear style when he’s not working (to your never ending delight), who likes to wear matching clothes with you (shoes, shirts, even matching colors, etc.), who even bought you both a pair of matching underwear (because it makes him feel like a part of you is with him—you did feel a bit smug, knowing you were technically sitting on his face all day)

Shouto who sucks ass at almost every video game, but who can annihilate anyone at Mario Kart, bitter because you don’t think you’ve ever beaten him, (although whenever you and your friends gather at your home, the highlight of the night is watching Bakugou lose to Sho over & over)

Shouto who has stayed close to Midoriya, considering the man as his brother by extension (you love the green haired man & see him often), who goes to the #1 hero for help planning you a surprise party by sending Midoriya a series of increasingly concerning emojis until he agrees (he was nervous he would mess it up—he didn’t)

Shouto who loves to eat peach gummy rings?? (not the only peach he likes to eat👀), who you have woken up to eating the candy at 2:00 am (you just take one and go back to sleep), who memorizes your favorite candy and leaves it for you to find everywhere— even your car (you love Shouto so goddamn much)

Shouto who has told you the story of how he got his burn mark, about his father, his brother and all the horrors of his past, who opened up to you—trusting you completely, wanting to share a side of himself others don’t see (you absolutely cried), who you trust in return—telling him everything about yourself & your own past

Shouto who has taken you to meet his family, meet his mother, who added you to the group chat with all his siblings (they are actually a lot of fun, even if Shouto only replies with one word answer or gifs), who tries to fit his face with more than one expression when he meets your parents (you tell him it doesn’t matter, because he’s perfect for you either way—that earns you another million watt smile)

Shouto who loves you wholly, deeply, completely, who is your soul mate, who is your best friend, who planted the seed of his love in your heart that has grown bigger than a California Redwood tree, who becomes your husband, who you love more than life itself—you’d start a war for this man (he’d do the same)

🍰Warning NSFW Below🍰

Shouto who enjoys kissing, who loves to lazily make out with you, who feels his cock start twitching in his briefs when the kiss starts to get heated & messy, lips slick as they glide together, who gets half hard when your tongue plays with his, whining gently when you tilt your head—flicking the tip of your soft tongue against his

Shouto who likes to lay you on your back in the bed, stripping you until your only in one of his large T-shirts, who likes to push it up your belly—slowly letting it get caught on your tits until he can watch them fall and bounce, who makes you keep the shirt up around your collarbone as his warm, wet mouth sucks on your nipples, pussy throbbing—no doubt wet as fuck now

Shouto who bites over the skin on your sternum, plush lips trailing down your belly until he gets to your pussy, who grips the bottoms of your thighs pressing them backwards to your chest, who gets onto his belly, looking up at you as he licks a stripe from your pussy lips up to your clit, making sure he swirls the cold metal of his tongue ring on the heated flesh (immediately you’re gripping the sheets, whimpering fuck Sho! when warm tingles radiate down to your toes)

Shouto whose eyes flutter closed while he eats you out, who moans into your pussy—vibrations you can feel throughout your groin, who makes you squeal when he sucks your clit—tongue ring feeling electric with every swipe of his tongue, who eagerly says pussy tastes s’good Angel, can I eat your ass? pretty please baby? (you flip over immediately)

Shouto who gets you both completely naked, whose cock is standing straight out when you take a look at it, who gets your ass in the air, face shoved into the sheets, who rains his hand down on your ass cheek, pain flaring brightly up to your hip, who gives you no break—gripping the thick flesh of your ass and spreading you open, kitten licking at your asshole (you almost scream—once again the sensations increased ten fold by the contrast of his chilly tongue ring)

Shouto who shoves his middle two fingers in your pussy with no warning, tearing a gasp from your chest, who finger fucks you and sucks on your tight hole until your lower belly tightens, pussy clenching his fingers, cumming hard, who fingers you through your orgasm— stroking his cock as he whines to you Angel your pussy is so fucking tight, wanna fuck you so bad, please can I? (you say yes immediately)

Shouto who knows you’re a pillow princess, who loves it, but has actual hearts in his eyes, cheeks flushed a sweet pink when he’s able to convince you to ride him for a little bit—reverse cowgirl style, who props his back against the headboard with a couple pillows, who pulls your hands behind your back—holding your wrists together in one hand

Shouto who spreads your ass with his free hand, whimpering uncontrollably as he watches his cock disappear into your pussy as you bounce in his lap, whose dick throbs and who sucks in air sharply between clenched teeth when you moan f-fucking hell Sho, your cock is so good, so big, gonna make me cum as you throw your head back

Shouto who can only take it for so long before he pushes you off his cock, manhandling you onto your back whispering in your ear gonna fuck your sweet pussy now, okay Angel? as he grips his shaft, feeling how slippery you’ve gotten his cock, sliding his dick all the way in with one thrust—making you cry out and dig your nails into his shoulders

Shouto who bends you in half, knees hooked over his shoulders as he squishes you into a mating press, who fucks you hard, hips curling up into your sweet spot, making you feel each drag of his cock, cumming within the first five strokes—& then again and again and again, orgasms popping in you like water balloons, pleasure gushing all the way up to your brain

Shouto who chokes on his moans as your slick, warm pussy squeezes his cock over & over, voice low & needy when he whines into your ear Angel please, cum on my cock one more time, need it baby, pretty please-m’gonna cum soon

Shouto who does make you cum one more time, who makes you start to feel dizzy from cumming & the angle you’re pretzeled into, you’re able to focus just enough to speak in between moans, saying Sho, hah—oh fuck! Sho, you’re such a good boy, fuck me so well, love your cock Sho, love you baby—who cums instantly when he hears your sweet voice praising him, high pitched, needy sounds falling from his lips as he grinds his hips against your ass, cumming in warm, sticky ribbons

Shouto who makes you feel like you have noodles for limbs, breathing heavy as you both feel giddy with the post orgasm glow, who unravels you slowly, pulling out & letting you spread out like a starfish, who flops down on your side, who lets you collect your thoughts—lacing his fingers with yours as you both relax into the mattress

Shouto who eventually gets up to clean himself, who brings you a warm wash cloth and cleans you, who finds the shirt you were previously wearing and some clean panties after he gets dressed, who pulls you into a hug—telling you how much he loves you, planting kisses all over your face & you do the same—Shouto who goes to the kitchen & then brings you a glass of strawberry milk 💕