Summary: When you're both exposed to an unknown chemical in the field, things go from bad to worse.
Warnings: prelude to obvious smut, talk of masturbation, talk of unprotected sex, profanity, use of y/n, MINORS DNI, 18+!!!
Feel free to comment and let me know if this requires more warnings.
Word Count: 2.8k
Author's Note: Just messing around on here and seeing where I end up. I want to write an absolutely filthy part 2 but if this doesn't get anywhere I may scrap it lmao.
Overview:The 3 Times Todoroki Falls Asleep On You + The 1 Time You Fall Asleep On Him. Shouto is always sleepy and needs some rest, and your shoulder just happens to be the comfiest place to get it.
Pairing: Todoroki Shouto x Reader
Word Count: 3,697
Warning(s): Language, tooth-rotting fluff.
Author’s Note: This is so self-indulgent I literally have no words, LOL. I just wish Shouto were real so this could happen. *cries* A girl can dream.
Overview: With your shapeshifting quirk, you take on the duty of becoming the resident undercover therapy cat for Class 1-A. One day, you see Todoroki restless in the middle of the night and try to comfort him in cat form. But what happens when he confides in you his feelings you weren’t meant to hear?
Pairing: Todoroki Shouto x Shapeshifter!Reader
Word Count: 3,129
Warning(s): None, just lots of fluff and cat mischief and cutely awkward moments.
Author’s Note: Hey, y’all! This is my first BNHA fic and I had tons of fun writing it, so I hope you enjoy! P.S. A Tododeku fic will most likely come out next + requests are open. :)
As Class 1-A’s self-proclaimed undercover therapy cat, you took it upon yourself to comfort your fellow classmates in need. And with the constant chaos that happened to surround U.A., you found that particular need to be quite substantial.
I think about the line from the Muppet Movie, “there’s not a word yet, for old friends who just met” constantly. Sometimes I’ll hear a song or see a piece of art, and I had just found it, never seen or heard it before, but I’ll be overcome with such intense emotion cause it feels like it’s a beloved memory from my childhood that I never had. Like I just met you, but it feels like I haven’t seen you in years and we’re finally meeting again and I’ve missed you so much. I know “having nostalgia for something you’re just now seeing” is basically “just liking it.” But I don’t know, I wish there was a word for “something I felt like I’ve known forever but I’m just now experiencing it.”
I’m sorry can a man who loves Bowser Sex not be emotional every once in awhile? I might have the tumblr url Bowser Sex, but I experience other emotions too…
How I think Aizawa Sounds in Bed (Shouta Aizawa Moaning Headcanons + NSFW AUDIO)
NSFW Warning: 18+ PLEASE!!!, Daddy pet name, Sir honorific, video audio of moaning + people doing the deed (WEAR HEADPHONES)
A/N: Y/N is Gender Neutral for this one! (+ No distinct descriptions of genitalia) the audio video is right here below :) enjoy chile
YALLLLLLLL:
Sooooooo I've explored the unholy sites of the internet and found someone I think's voice would represent Shouta's very well when he...🥴let me briefly explain:
Those low rumbles and hums that build up in his chest when he locks eyes with you while you suck his cock so well, bobbing your cute head and wrapping your soft lips around him. Your tears well in your eyes and spill over, running down your cheeks as you gag on him.
Those audible gruff grunts and husky huffs Shouta makes when he's pounding your tight, squelching hole as you whine his name, practically weeping for him to fill you up.
Those few but perfectly tuned baritone pants of praise he smoothly passes in your ear for being so good for him, knowing how to make him cum so beautifully, how to behave so obediently for him, how to give him the best pleasurable climax he's had in ages. His head is damn near close to blowing off when you whine for him to keep going, those adorable sobs, pleas and responses of 'yes sir', 'please daddy' and 'please let me cum'. The shudders and jagged breaths he exerts while he cums are impeccable. He simply can't take it all, especially when you finally release against him, shaking and clawing at his animalistic form. You're his little baby tending to his needs, giving him your sweet little hole to fill over and over, all day if he wanted to, so he could blow off steam.
He surely lets you know he's enjoying himself with his ♡︎𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒♥︎ the audio examples of such are compiled at the beginning of the post as a video!
Audio cred to WickedFellow on PH or XVids!
I'm unsure of the artist for the art/picture but pls comment if you know who it is so I can give them cred!
request; n/ai was just really in my bakugou feels bc i missed him and need more him (written by me) on my blog so keep an eye out because he’s coming back
pairing; bakugou katsuki x fem!reader
warning/s;mild swearing, some lighthearted bullying, just complete angst to fluff i think
word count;3.3k
summary;you think bakugou rejected you and kirishima offers his services to help you move on, but bakugou’s not having it.
content: fluff, big/little spoon debate (thats it thats the post), mild cursing.
𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐧.
look. look. izuku just needs to be held actually. he's out there breaking bones all day, all he wants when he has a minute to relax is to slump into your arms and not think for a while. he gets shy when he does it - but not enough to stop, so he'll just bury his face in your neck so he doesn't have to look at you. this boy has a lot of pressure on his shoulders, you know? sometimes he likes just feeling small. loves it when you card your fingers gently through his hair as well, it puts him out like a light in minutes. pls hold him <3
tamaki loves loves loves being held and feeling small and safe in your arms are you kidding? it makes him so secure and eases his anxiety a lot, just lying there whilst you hold him :') it takes a minute for him to relax - he's scared of crushing you or making you uncomfortable rip, but after a while he's unconsciously lean into your warmth n just. stay there. sometimes he's so content he ends up dozing off, and sometimes he's so full of love he just tears up, but you don't say anything about it, just let him lie there and press a kiss to his head and let him know you've got him.
jirou is the kind of girl where if you ask if she's the big or little spoon, she'll tell you she's a knife. but whatever we know she's just flustered and very much wants to be held. literally malfunctions when she receives soft affection so pls press kisses to her hair and fiddle with her fingers, it makes her feel so loved n her insecurities are put to rest for a while. sometimes she tries to be the big spoon when she's feeling stubborn but it always ends up making her feel more lonely so she'll just wordlessly flip you both around and burrow into your arms.
please because all momo wants is to feel safe n secure n drown in ur love n adoration :(. she's a huge cuddler once she gets comfy with you, it's definitely a love language of hers and she loves it when you absently run your hands over her skin and play with her hair mindlessly, she could literally conk out to the rhythm of your oblivious touch. when you're lying together she likes to take one of your hands and hold it to her lips or under her cheek!! and when you've been holding her for a while she gets a bit shy n just thanks you quietly for doing this for her. momo hand in marriage now <3
shouto just follows your lead, rip. he has to be walked through many aspects of dating and intimacy and romance and at first the idea of being sprawled so casually with someone makes his hackles raise - like, it's a lot of trust to put in someone. but if there's anyone he trusts, it's you, so?? you let him be the big spoon the first time to try and put his nerves at ease but he finds it uncomfortable and he's not sure what to do with his hands. so next time, you coax him into being the little spoon and holy shit. holy shit. yes, this, good, he thinks, he's literally sinking into your soft arms whilst one of your hands cards gently through his hair and he feels so loved and safe he could cry. he'll still be the big spoon occasionally if you prefer but he loves the feeling of being held.
content: i think some light cursing? food mention, gender neutral reader.
WORDS OF AFFIRMATION
kirishima is your biggest hypeman. every little thing you do expect him to be there cheering you on! he thinks there's no better way to show his adoration for you than by shouting it loud and proud for everyone to hear. no room for embarrassment if you're this guy's s/o because he'll be telling everyone and their mother how amazing you are. he has his quiet moments too, of course, peppering your face with kisses and mumbling how beautiful you are into your hairline, or clapping you on the shoulder when you finally finish that project you've been procrastinating with a huge smile and telling you, "i knew you could do it! you wanna get something to eat?"
mirio is encouragement incarnate. he's so positive and sincere with everything he says you find it rubbing off on you. if you need a confidence boost this is your man - he'll literally grab your shoulders and babble about everything he loves about you until you physically make him stop. he's so good at navigating unsure, anxious people and lifting them up as best he can. he believes so earnestly in your potential and nothing makes him happier than seeing his words have an effect on you. anything you accomplish that you're proud of, guess what, he's ten times prouder. ace that english test? he'll haul you to him with his strong arms and a huge smile and exclaim, "what'd i tell you? you'll smash the next one too, kid!"
ashido's favourite pastime is showering you in compliments to fluster you. she tells you immediately when she thinks you look good, which is always of course. and she means it too! she'll exclaim how a certain colour really makes your eyes pop, or you should have your hair this way more often because it suits your face. drops very casual "i love you"'s, like tell her you're going for a shower and she'll smile up and you and say "alright, love you. don't use all the shower gel!" and it makes your heart stop every time. she's such an endlessly sweet, reassuring s/o. she'll always whine about how cool she thinks you are to her friends and amp it up to a hundred if you overhear.
haloo, it's me again :> can i request prompt 8 w/ shoto? istg i love your writing as it brings me to a place of joy & tranquility ùwú keep up the great work and have a nice day^^
a/n:that’s ... so sweet oh my gosh thank you so much. this was quite a challenge bc i struggle with shoto’s characterisation and i had to rewrite it a few times, but i hope you enjoy 🥺
shoto thinks he realises his feelings for you at something utterly inconsequential.
it's the end of semester. you're all at the mall - him, you, midoriya, iida, uraraka, tsuyu, and it seems most other students had the same idea, because the place is absolutely heaving. iida has to haul tsuyu bodily around with them to stop her getting lost, and for the last five minutes shoto has been gripping the back of your sleeve to keep you anchored to him. it's a tiny, familiar gesture that he's grown to expect - and adore, though he'd never admit it. you're one of the few people in his life that offers safety and solidarity to him without a catch, without condition, and it's taken some getting used to, but he thinks, with the help of these people who have grown achingly familiar to him, he thinks he might be learning.
friends. he's never had them before.
it began with midoriya, of course. the sports festival - that aching press of noise, the bite of his ice beginning to dig into his skin, and the trembling flare of his fire side coming to life for the first time in years. and after that he just stuck to the boy. he didn't plan on it - and some part of him still wavered, unsure, distrustful, but midoriya only ever offers kindness and warmth when shoto expects coldness and punishment, and so he eases himself into midoriya's life, slowly, trustingly, terrifyingly.
you'd already been friends with the others before shoto came along. he'd seen you, briefly, but truth be told you weren't entirely on his radar before he began to get to know you. you were evidently smart, being in class 1a, and you had a decent control of your quirk - but it wasn't something immensely powerful, or anything. you were sort of just... ordinary.
he didn't realise how much he'd been aching for ordinary. all his life, he'd been surrounded by the most - a father who was the second-rated hero in the world, an undeniably powerful quirk, more money than he could spend in his life, a past that woke him at night with a face damp with tears and his scar stinging.
it began with tea.
shoto had always liked tea, and he drank it when he couldn't sleep. so on an occasion, after everyone had been shuttled into their dorms, he made his way down to the kitchen, the action familiar - only to find you learning on the counter as the kettle came to a boil, looking at him with faint surprise.
a beat of silence. "hey."
"hello," he replied, blinking twice. you coughed slightly, lips twisting into a slight frown.
"do you... want some tea?"
his eyes flicked from you to the kettle, spewing steam. "yes."
he made for the cupboard holding the mugs, but you surprised him, stepping in front of him and patting his shoulder gently. he thinks he'd recoiled at the touch, but you only looked up at him tiredly and said, "sit down. i'll do it."
uncomprehending, he frowned. "i don't mind."
"neither do i. sit down," you replied, nodding at the row of stools lounging by the counter and reaching up to grab two mugs. slowly, nonplussed, he pulled up a chair and watched you as you set about making two drinks. he watched the fussing of your hands, opening draws, splaying over the tiny strainer. the laser focus of your eyes roving over different jars. the curve of your mouth when you asked him which kind of tea he liked, and the slight nod when he replied jasmine. he hadn't meant to stare. he was just kind of confused at this simple kindness.
you were doing something for him, even though you didn't have to. he was... still accommodating to that.
when you slide him his mug and pull up a stool beside him, a respectful distance between the two of you, you don't talk. you don't ask what's wrong, or why he's awake, and he affords you the same courtesy. the two of you sip in a silence that doesn't leave him on edge, and when he's done you gently pry the mug from his hands and take them both over to the sink. he makes to leave - but hovers at the doorway, unsure. how is he to repay this kindness? do you expect him to, even? midoriya hadn't expected a thing when he saved him at the sports festival, not even a victory, not even his companionship, but he doesn't like feeling like he's in your debt.
it's just tea, he told himself firmly. but it wasn't.
so the next time you both find yourselves in the kitchen, chasing slumber in the bottom of a boiling cup, he tells you to sit down, and you don't argue. you merely press your hands together and watch as he brews, as he did, and when you're both done he rinses the cups at the sink. you pause at the doorway.
"goodnight, todoroki," you call softly, and he looks over at you.
"goodnight," he replies. "sleep well."
"you too." it's not an order, in the same way his wasn't. it's a request, a plea. it's concern. it's thoughtless kindness, as though you have so much of it to dish out, as though it's second nature to you.
shoto feels uniquely privileged to be a recipient of it, as cold water runs over his hands.
when shoto jerks back to the present with a blink, he realises you're gone.
his grip must've slackened; he grasps at empty air with his fingers for a second or so as reality seeps in around him, and then a jump of panic makes his heart bang painfully in his chest. he comes to a complete stop, thoughtless of the seething crowd around him, peering every which way, but you're nowhere to be found.
"midoriya," he calls, and the boy stops trying to shove his way through two bulky men and turns. "[y/n]'s gone."
"what?" uraraka cries. "where did they go?"
"i - i don't know," shoto admits, feeling shame curl at him, cursing his absent-mindedness. had you been carried away by the crowd? where you panicking? his hand feels gapingly empty.
"i think we should find somewhere less - excuse me, don't barge into me! - less crowded and try and think of what to do then!" iida calls. shoto bites his lip, casting another look around, and hates to admit that iida is right. midoriya looks torn, and tsuyu and uraraka equally concerned, but the group acquiesces to iida's command and make their way to a small plaza around a fountain, where there is room enough to breathe. shoto reaches a hand into his jacket to bring out his phone, already thinking with dread that you mightn't even be able to hear him calling you in the dense crowd, when -
"there you guys are!"
you push your way past a group of middle-schoolers, and all shoto can do is blink foolishly at you as uraraka grabs your hands and iida launches into a lecture about not wandering off. you grin sheepishly, and shoto silently slips his phone back into his pocket, relief seeping through him. he knows he's overreacting - and so, apparently, does midoriya, judging by the tiny confused frown he's shooting at him.
"sorry, sorry!" you laugh. "i was only gone for a minute. it's just i saw - " inexplicably, your eyes flick over to shoto, and you cut yourself off. are you flushing? it must be the heat from the crowd. he probably also shouldn't be staring this intensely at you. you make your way over to him and thrust a tiny paper bag under his nose. "here."
he blinks owlishly at it. it's crumpled, small and slightly torn from where your fingernails had dug in as you clutched it to you. for a moment he's uncomprehending - did you... buy him something? he's still staring at it when your hand starts to falter and droop, and shakes himself back to reality, reaching up to take the small bag. you step back and watch, uncharacteristically flustered, as the rest of the group peer on, curious and bewildered.
when his fingers slide under the paper, he feels something small and hard. he brings it out into the light and squints at the lettering.
it's a jar, around the size of the palm of his hand. the label tells him that it's tea, a blend meant to induce drowsiness for sleepless nights. he reads this, but still he stares at it, letting it sink in.
when he looks up at you, you're wringing your hands and refusing to look at him. "you... did you - buy this for me?"
you grow, impossibly, more agitated. "i - i know it's nothing much. i mean, you could probably buy that entire teashop, so... but i just thought it might be nice."
thoughtless kindness. shoto stares at you, feels his own face grow hot even as he presses his mouth into a line. "it's - i - thank you," he manages. why is his voice so strangled? his hands are shaking, too. maybe he's coming down with something. a pleased look climbs over your face, and when you smile his heart jerks in his chest and his fingers tighten over the jar like it's a lifeline.
legend : [Y/N = your name] gender neutral, quirk’s not specific
headcanon type :lots of fluff (x reader)
note(s) : again, thank you all for 4k‼️ as an additional thank you, i decided to write this 😼 i wrote two versions so,, if you’re seeing this i posted this one instead. this is the first part of my 4k celebration! also, i tried to add more characters but if i did, i would’ve cried myself to sleep in the editing process💀
bakugou katsuki
“Y/N?— oh, you meant the dweeb. they’re fine, of course they’d fuckin’ be. now stop pressing on that shit.”
“tch, i don’t know where they are.. that idiot told me they’d be here in 5 minutes.. it’s getting agitating now. them? annoying? who the fuck do you think you are— who said you could agree with me?”
he knows this, though nobody else seems to. ask anybody else in his life - his mom, all might, his friends, you - and they'd all tell you staunchly that he is the most selfless person they know, that he won’t keep to himself if he can heroically interfere, that he has less preservation instinct than a bird hurling itself at a window - but izuku knows the truth.
he is selfish.
otherwise, why would he be here? i mean, not literally - he's in his bedroom on a saturday night, which is a perfectly normal place for him to be. there's music playing in the background but he can't focus, because you're sitting in front of him with your hands clasped in your lap, looking at him with uncharacteristic nervousness. the script you're supposed to be working your way through has been discarded at the foot of his bed, because the whole thing had come to a bit of a standstill, due to - well.
you'd asked him to help go through your lines, and he'd done so, of course. the play was a little ridiculous, but it was a big role and he knew you were excited for it. it’s probably best that monoma's mess of a play never left the light of their enclosed school festival, because some of the lines you had to read had made the both of you cringe and bury your faces in your hands on multiple occasions. the saccharine declarations of love feel awkward and stilted coming from your lips; not because you’re a bad actor, but because izuku knows it isn’t the kind of thing you do.
you don't... go around waxing poetic about how much you loved people. you just did it. it's something he admires about you the most.
Request: I read the All Might dad imagine and it was so good djdkdjjd what about Shoto Todoroki dating a girl who is a total tomboy. And they’ve been dating for a few months and didn’t tell anyone, but an event happens where everyone should dress nicely and the reader wears a cute dress and some of the classmates are like??Wow that’s hot and Todoroki gets reallyy jealous and just without even thinking goes and puts an arm around y/n and kisses her in front of everyone and the whole class is SHOOK
REQUESTS OPEN!
Todoroki would have been the last person anyone assumed had a girlfriend.
Not because he couldn’t get one, but more so because he seemed like someone who wouldn’t be interested in having one. When he first came to UA, he was so consumed by his hatred of his father that he distanced himself from his classmates and actively tried to not befriend any of them.
So, no one was looking between the lines of every interaction they had. Perhaps if they didn’t all have it fixated in their minds that Todoroki would never be interested in dating, than perhaps they would have noticed the softness in his voice when he spoke to her, the fondness in his eyes, the way he searched for her in a crowd, how he sat with her at lunch, how close they were. It would have been so obvious to see how much he adored her despite his stoicism.
Todoroki and (Y/N) never intended to have a secret relationship. He was a private person by nature, and so their relationship was low key for the first few weeks, neither of them were fond of public displays of affection, and no one ever questioned if they were in a relationship and assumed they were friends.
(Y/N), also, didn’t seem like the person who would want a boyfriend.
Lmao Eri getting Kaminari and Y/N to play dress up and she dresses Kaminari as the husband and Y/N as the wife and just says 'Now you must marry each other, kiss!" Y/N is todoroki's s/o so Todoroki on the the sidelines is like 'Yeah i think the fuck not.' he's fuming in the background while having the stoic face 😂
A/N: I needed a break from writing long imagines, so here’s some of more usual content. This thing that didn’t need to be a drabble but I’m bored and this is concept is once again gold, so here we are...
It was so refreshing to see the little girl finally behave like well...a little girl. Eri has almost her whole childhood stolen away from her, and it had been a relief to all of 1A to be able to see her finally begin to behave like a happy kid.
After school, when they found themselves having more free time, Eri would occasionally join them for a movie night. Her favorites were Disney movies, the princesses ones stood out in particular. It had been an innocent observation at the ending of both Cinderella and Little Mermaid where the princesses both end the film in white dresses, running off with their princes. It couldn’t be a coincidence.
Tugging at (Y/N)’s t-shirt, the older girl turned from the scene to face the little girls starry eyes. “Why are they all dressed up in white?”
“It’s a wedding dress,” (Y/N) explained, with a light giggle, “they just got married.”
Eri seemed confused, so (Y/N) patiently explained the concept of a wedding to a little girl along with several traditions. The dress, the bouquet, the rings, the vows, throwing rice, and several other mainstream ideas. Eri seemed so fascinated with everything she said, her eyes practically sparkling as she nodded jovially.
What she didn’t expect that the little girl would continue her little fascination with weddings and share this fantasy with the big three who were more than glad to help her expand on her interest. She definitely didn’t expect them to turn the form into a wedding chapel.
She especially didn’t expect Nejire and Eri to be dressed up with a few freshly picked flowers from the outdoor flowerbeds, dragging her away to get dressed up. The two girls wrapped her in white sheets in a makeshift dress, and an old white curtain for a veil. Then she realized that she was the bride in this little pretend wedding, which was embarrassing, but she couldn’t disappoint sweet, little Eri.
Eri escorted her down the aisle, all of 1A sitting on the chairs of the fake aisle watching. The girl made the most adorable flower girl, ripping flowers from her bouquet as (Y/N) eyed her supposed groom. Denki Kaminari.
She quirked her brow and looked down at the girl in confusion. Of all the grooms she could have chosen for her, Kaminari was surely the strangest one she could have picked. Especially considering her actual boyfriend was sitting in the back row watching them.
Although, glaring at them would have been a more accurate term of phrase. Shoto may have seemed to be his usual stoic self, but on the inside he was fuming in rage watching his girlfriend walk down the aisle to another man. Even if it was a fake wedding for a little girl. It was unacceptable to even imagine that scenario. Much less be forced to watch it.
Everyone was having fun laughing at Mirio’s improvised and phony wedding sermon and even more laughable half-assed memorized vows. But it all made Shoto’s blood boil.
“If anyone should have a reason why these two should not be wed,” Mirio announced, “speak now or forever hold your peace.”
Shoto rose up from his chair, ready to object completely under the grounds that (Y/N) was his. But Yaoyorozu quickly grabbed his sleeve and dragged him back down to his seat, claiming he couldn’t ruin a little girl’s fun. But Shoto failed to see the fun in watching his girlfriend marry someone else.
“Then I pronounce you husband and wife,” Mirio closed his textbook he was using in place of a bible. “You may kiss the bride!”
Under any other circumstances, Kaminari would not have been above using this opportunity to kiss a cute girl like (Y/N), but he found feel an intimidating glare from the back of the room. Turning his gaze slightly, he saw the half and half boy silently threatening him. The blonde became paralyzed in fear.
(Y/N) stood there bashfully, her classmates laughed at Mirio’s announcement as he was woefully ignorant to the fact that she had been dating Todoroki for months now. Eri tugged on the sheets of her dress with a quizzical look on her face, “you need to kiss now.”
“Um, no,” Shoto responded, rising up from his seat, unable to continue this little nightmare to continue for the sake of entertainment.
(Y/N) turned to him in surprise. Shoto had never been a particularly jealous boyfriend, but he was absolutely livid. How could someone as perfect as Shoto be jealous of anyone. But there was no mistaking his jealous expression.
Kaminari practically ran away to hide safely behind his friends, afraid he would be incased in an ice wall or burned to a crisp. The rest of the class laughed at Kaminari’s apologies, but Shoto ignored them as he picked (Y/N) up like the bride she was dressed as. As the class cheered him on, he continued to ignore them as he exited the classroom, several students throwing rice in their wake.
(Y/N) continued to look at her boyfriend’s mismatched eyes that were still filled with so much irritation. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she decided to simply enjoy being carried in his arms. It was sort of romantic how he stole her away from her wedding in a fit of passion. Even if it was all fake.
“What was all that about?” She questioned.
Shoto ground his teeth slightly, his grip on her tightening, his gaze still forward as he brought them to his dorm room, “I didn’t like someone else think they would get to marry you.”
Her cheeks heated up. They were still high schoolers, so she didn’t see it in her immediate future, but she would be lying if (Y/N) didn’t admit she did imagine that she would like to marry Shoto someday when they were older. She would like to think they would be together long enough that marriage would be an option.
Little did she know that Shoto had known he wanted to marry her after their first date. From the beginning of their relationship, he knew exactly that that was going to be their endgame. Watching someone else get to live out his fantasy was the closest thing to torture. He was surprised he didn’t burn down the dorms. He guessed he did have self-restraint.
“You know,” she mused, ignoring his previous comment, instead wishing to get rid of his anger so she could see her boyfriend— future husband’s handsome race again. “You just stole me mid wedding, so you owe me a kiss.”
Shoto stopped walking the moment she made her sly suggestion. Carefully placing her back onto the ground, his hands remained firm on her waist. His expression softened as he watched her beautiful face, imagining her in a real dress someday, a real kiss when she would become all his. But this would do for now.
The kiss was gentle at first as he placed his lips against her, it quickly became passionate— possessive in its intensity. (Y/N) simply threw her arms around him, returning the kiss with the same passion she received.
SUMMARY: in which todoroki ends up in a fight with a villain with a mysterious quirk. no one thinks much of the fight afterwards, except for when one little revelation is made: he has no idea who you are.
WARNINGS: angst, fluff
WORDS: 3141
IMAGINE REQUESTS IS OPEN, CURRENTLY ACCEPTING FOR HAIKYUU AND BNHA—send all to my INBOX
i’m also doing a 1.5k followers celebration, ending on may 27th! you can get a character ship for any bnha/haikyuu character, ask me questions, or ask for a moodboard, OR MORE!!
unrequested, but just a little scenario that’s been running through my mind
CHARACTERS: Shoto Todoroki x reader
SUMMARY: in which your ‘good pal ‘todoroki once let you hold onto his left side to warm up after he accidentally freezes you during the USJ attack, and you then consistently proceed to use him as a human temperature moderator.
WARNINGS: fluff
IMAGINE REQUESTS IS OPEN, JUST SLOW TO GET TO THEM—send all to my INBOX
warnings: kissing, incredibly vague allusion to sexual activity at the end
a/n: suggested/requested/inspired by @just-a-smol-spoon ! thank you so much for the idea bestie it means that i actually finished something
“y/n!” the tall ginger boy was bounding into the room, pushing aside the half open door as if privacy was a concept he’d never heard of. neither was time, evidently, because it was barely eight a.m. on a saturday.
“fredrick! this is the girl’s dormitory!” you exclaimed. “ how did you even get up here?”
“magicked it, i’ve known how to do that since third year.” he gave you an eye roll, ignoring the looks of disdain from your groggy roommates.
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