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Let me just remind you guys that...
AI fanfiction is not fanfiction
Me after clicking a p link thinking it was a fic rec.
Jumpscare.
For the rest of our lives
Shoto could’ve been no1 but he has to get off work reasonably early everyday to kiss you before dinner is ready
cannock chase ꩜ shouto todoroki ⋆·˚ ༘ *
the road to forgiveness is a long one; enji wants to start by understanding his son, and the opportunity presents himself when he meets you.
content warning. endeavour's pov, crack mostly ive been in a silly mood and i thought this was funny, shoto's whipped, genuinely he's down TF badt, enji's kinda jealous that his son likes you lol, endeavour internship arc adjacent, reader interns with fatgum n em :>, use of yn, fluff, endeavor redemption arc but dont be fooled i fucking hate him
A/N. this was so hard for me to write bc i had to be empathetic for this sack of shit, it was torturous the entire way through guys believe me, this was a sweet piece tho and i dog on him a bit anyway so it balances out for me
enji todoroki, as hard as he tries for him, can tell his son does not enjoy his company.
and in all honesty, he doesn’t blame him. he knows and tries to come to terms with the hurt he’s caused. not only to him, but all of his children. all of his family.
but still, he can’t help but feel a bit bitter about the situation in front of him.
he knows shouto doesn’t like him around. even now, while he’d accepted the offer of working under him for his work study, this had elated enji at first (even if shouto had ended up dragging two of his classmates along), it would allow for some good father-son-bonding time, maybe his son would get some esteem for him.
but seriously, did he have to look at him like that ?
he never blamed his son, no matter how he feels about him. he knew he would have to work to earn his respect, his forgiveness.
but the road to forgiveness feels so very long when your own son looks at you like you embarrassed him every time you spoke.
shouto barely offered his father a glance beside when asking him the occasional question about hero work. enji figured he was taking a step towards the right direction, but shouto didn’t make it easy for him.
for everything he thought he did right, shouto would only grace him with tight looks and occasional glances. the most he’d get from him was a sigh when he’d lecture him and his classmates.
and oh, how he seemed to hate. hate—when enji referred to him by name. even if it did happen to be his hero name as well, it was like his name even being uttered by him disgusted his own son. he was never one for over-animated reactions, shouto had always been a calm boy. as most of his children were.
except…
his mind drifts, and the older man tries hard to not let it show. it was amateurish of him to let himself get this bent out of shape over his teenage son’s antics, over dark memories of the past. he promptly shakes himself out of it.
he was a hero first and foremost. and just once, he wants his son to be proud of that fact.
today’s street patrol looks like it wouldn’t be anything special, enji almost scoffs at it. there wouldn’t be anything for him to show off to to teach his son. the boy walks a few paces ahead of him, sharing some small talk with his classmates. he decides maybe a random question will keep them on their toes, it usually got their attention. the little green one would start muttering to himself like crazy, though. but for shouto, it was worth it, he thought.
“sho—“
“ah—it’s shouto !”
enji hears a voice calling further ahead, coming their way was someone who knew his son. was it a fan ? he didn’t know he had already gotten that much attention...was it because they’d been seen together ? pride slowly bubbles in his chest, until he realises his son knows this person.
“ah.”
shouto sighs. it’s small but to enji, it’s like the boy had just started hysterically laughing.
ahead stand three unknown faces accompanied by a hero—fatgum. enji scowls in confusion, he didn’t know the man patrolled around here. in front of him stands a red haired boy with shark teeth, who also seems to know his crew. as well as a dark haired older boy who stands a bit further away.
and one other person, the one that had called his son by name. or, well—hero name he guesses.
the fire hero crosses his arms to seem imposing, though he would obviously stand out the most being the tallest and the one other pro hero around. fatgum tries to strike up light conversation, but enji is too focused on the look.
that is, the look on shoto’s face.
“hi, yn.” shouto greets, voice warm despite his facial expression not changing much. enji can tell he looks…content to see you. but he’d never heard about you before, not that his son came to him talking about school…
a strange feeling settles in his chest when he sees how you converse. shouto seems familiar with you, he seems less stiff. less trained. he talks to you casually, listening and staring at you intently as you speak.
“that’s not my name right now, silly !” you giggle, smacking his arm softly. shouto pays it no mind, even though enji's sure if he were to even stand next to him he’d for sure be greeted with an ice cold glare. but you get to hit him—like it was nothing !
this was childish, there was no reason for him to feel bitter about how you act towards his son.
shouto corrects himself obediently, calling you properly by your hero name. your laughter comes easy, and shouto seems full of surprises today because enji swears he sees the hints of a small smile on his son’s face.
just who were you ?! he was ashamed to say he was almost impressed.
“i see you’re on patrol with dad, eh ?” you giggle. enji notices how you try to quiet yourself in the presence of said father. he subtly tries to stand up straighter, maybe you’d just given him the chance for shouto to finally acknowledge him—!
“oh,” shouto sighs—no, groans. “that doesn’t matter. how is your patrol going ?”
denied. completely and utterly denied.
the road to forgiveness is a long one indeed.
his son hadn’t even given him the decency of acknowledging him by name or pronoun. that ?! seriously ?!
but no matter, the situation in front of him was still strange. you were obviously classmates, yet you talked to him like he was a friend of a life time. you we’re casual with him like hawks would be overly familiar with enji. and while that annoyed him to no bounds, shouto seemed more than pleased by your behaviour.
and most importantly, there was no flinch at his name leaving your mouth. in fact, he even seemed to perk up when you said it.
seriously, just what were you to his son ?
fatgum goes on his way after the quick break in schedule with his students in tow. you turn back to wave at your classmates, calling shouto out specifically by name before you turn back to leave. he waves back immediately and doesn’t lower his arm until you’ve turned away again.
things should've taken their course again, and he’s thinking of how to bring up what he just saw when shouto’s phone buzzes. enji almost doesn’t notice with how quick the boy yanks it out of his pocket, immediately pressing it to his ear—only to remember he hadn’t pressed the answer button yet.
“hi…yeah, i still see you. you’re quite small from over here, though.”
seriously ?!
enji looks up and lo and behold, you, a little speck from afar, were waving at his son !
said son seems eager to entertain you, waving not high or enthusiastically, but he knew his son wasn’t one to waste his time on foolish thing. or…he thought he knew, but shouto seems completely focused on his task of making sure to reassure you that he still sees you and that he was still waving. even after you hang up.
“i-i think she’s far enough away now, todoroki..” his unexpected saving grace, midoriya pipes up. but even as he sweat drops an affectionate chuckle slips past him.
“i can still see her,” shouto confirms “she’ll get sad if i stop.”
“you losers are fuckin’ disgustin’..” bakugou scoffs, rolling his eyes. enji thinks for once he agrees with the boy.
later, finally back home. enji takes his chance. he calls for his son, who as expected stiffens at his voice.
“that girl, from earlier,” enji doesn’t miss how shouto immediately turns his full attention to him once you’re brought up “who was she to you ?”
shouto doesn’t miss a beat “i don’t think that should be any of your business.”
shouto’s attitude wasn’t anything new, but for some reason—a strange reason, the bitter feeling dissipates. it fades to curiosity.
he wants his son’s forgiveness, his respect. but more importantly; he wants to know—more about his son, about his life, what he cares for. he wants his son to know he cares.
he wants to know what it is he hears when you say his name that makes him look so happy, so content to hear it come from another.
even if he hates him, enji wants to know nonetheless. he doesn’t need to understand what it is about you shouto likes so much, he wants to understand his son’s compassion, his need to reassure and make sure you wouldn’t get sad he’d stopped waving at your small fading figure.
he almost laugh. that definitely wasn’t something he’d taught him, had to have been something he’d gotten from rei…
enji decides not to pry, letting his son turn away from him with no more words exchanged. shouto’s phone lights up, and he smiles—small and soft, and he’ll guess he'd just received a message from you.
the road to understanding is long and hard. but it’s one he was prepared to endure.
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shouto’s a twenty five year old virgin. fem! reader.
“Do I just put it in?”
You prop yourself up on your elbows, arching an eyebrow. “Well, I mean yes, technically. But Sho, don’t just shove it in.”
“Oh. Would that hurt?”
“Yes baby, it would definitely hurt. Even if you didn’t have me so turned on.”
Shouto blushes, inching further on his knees between the cradle of your thighs. He takes hold of the base of his cock, stroking once as the tip nudges your pussy. “Like this? Ah,” His breath hitches as the head eases inside.
“Yeah, just like that baby,” you breathe, falling to the bed.
Shouto spreads your thighs wider, rocking with shallow thrusts, cock stretching you slowly. “Fuck,” he moans, voice pitching higher at the end. Close to a whine but not quite. “I didn’t realize your pussy would feel so good.” His hips press tight to your ass as he grinds in small circles. Blunt nails dig harshly into your skin.
“Right,” you say with a breathless laugh. You yelp when he grinds harder, fisting the sheets. “Sex feels amazing. You surprised me, though. Your dick feels bigger than I imagined.”
Shouto’s cock throbs and he squeezes his eyes shut, exhaling a cloud of steam. “Please don’t talk like that. I’d rather not embarrass myself this fast.”
You giggle, tugging lightly at his hands, guiding them to the backs of your knees. “That’s okay, Sho. I’ll practice with you anytime you want,” you tease, wiggling your eyebrows.
He laughs. “Even if this is over in two minutes?”
“Promise,” you agree. “Now c’mon my love, fold me like a pretzel. Put that hero strength to use and fuck me.”
Frost creeps up the side of your knee when Shouto draws his hips back halfway, thrusting in smoothly. You moan together.
Shouto’s biceps flex as he pins your knees to your ears.
He lasts for three minutes thank you very much.
heavily influenced by my bestie @/candytoothed ‘s shouto post. can be found here.
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shouto’s a twenty five year old virgin. fem! reader.
“Do I just put it in?”
You prop yourself up on your elbows, arching an eyebrow. “Well, I mean yes, technically. But Sho, don’t just shove it in.”
“Oh. Would that hurt?”
“Yes baby, it would definitely hurt. Even if you didn’t have me so turned on.”
Shouto blushes, inching further on his knees between the cradle of your thighs. He takes hold of the base of his cock, stroking once as the tip nudges your pussy. “Like this? Ah,” His breath hitches as the head eases inside.
“Yeah, just like that baby,” you breathe, falling to the bed.
Shouto spreads your thighs wider, rocking with shallow thrusts, cock stretching you slowly. “Fuck,” he moans, voice pitching higher at the end. Close to a whine but not quite. “I didn’t realize your pussy would feel so good.” His hips press tight to your ass as he grinds in small circles. Blunt nails dig harshly into your skin.
“Right,” you say with a breathless laugh. You yelp when he grinds harder, fisting the sheets. “Sex feels amazing. You surprised me, though. Your dick feels bigger than I imagined.”
Shouto’s cock throbs and he squeezes his eyes shut, exhaling a cloud of steam. “Please don’t talk like that. I’d rather not embarrass myself this fast.”
You giggle, tugging lightly at his hands, guiding them to the backs of your knees. “That’s okay, Sho. I’ll practice with you anytime you want,” you tease, wiggling your eyebrows.
He laughs. “Even if this is over in two minutes?”
“Promise,” you agree. “Now c’mon my love, fold me like a pretzel. Put that hero strength to use and fuck me.”
Frost creeps up the side of your knee when Shouto draws his hips back halfway, thrusting in smoothly. You moan together.
Shouto’s biceps flex as he pins your knees to your ears.
He lasts for three minutes thank you very much.
heavily influenced by my bestie @/candytoothed ‘s shouto post. can be found here.
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Shouto is the kind of boyfriend who loves to be pampered, so he is always at your whim when it comes to beauty nights (or really anytime your attention is focused on him). Loves having you do his skincare routine, push his hair back with a headband, and put a matching face mask on him. He prefers the clay or mud kind because it takes longer for you to put it on him, which means he gets to sit there and bask in the fact that you’re doing nothing but dote on him, especially if you coo at him while do you so.
The same applies to you doing his hair; he loves to sit between your legs while y’all have some random tv on in the background, letting you oil and massage his scalp before a bath. In the shower, he bends his head down to let you work the shampoo and conditioner through it, and afterwards, he’s sitting in your shared bathroom with his eyes closed as you blow dry his hair. Wants you to comb product through it with your fingers and decorate him with little ponytails or barrettes or whatever hairstyle you saw on Pinterest and decided to subject him to. I think he gets pouty when his manager won’t let you style his hair for events and has an actual stylist do it. If you’re in the room while he’s being styled, he’s giving you forlorn puppy eyes through the mirror that make you laugh.
I think he just loves both the attention and your appreciation. Shouto is a very dedicated man, and I think having that dedication reciprocated is very important to him, so when you sit on his lap, holding his face in your hands, and spend 20 minutes plucking his eyebrows in just the right way, he’s in absolute heaven. He’s always so lax whenever you pamper him, usually quiet except for the occasional hum as he sits there, lounging backwards, eyes closed, letting you do whatever you want to him. And you can tell he loves it; he soaks it up like a neglected plant on a window sill. He just has this very specific look in his eye when you dote on him, a soft smile on his face, like he’s trying to pay attention to everything little thing you do before the moment is over. And after you’re all done with your pampering, he always pulls you in, fingers gentle at your chin, for a very soft kiss that lingers and sticks between your molars like taffy. He pulls away the smallest amount possible to be able to look you in the eyes, fingers still petting along your jaw, and gives you the smallest, most genuine “thank you” you’ve ever heard.
Im sure I'm not the first to say it, but Shoto is a big fan of skin to skin contact. Not like a casual enjoyer, who embraces it when it comes. He actively seeks it out.
Shoto who installed a double shower (by himself! mind you, though a fair share of the credit should go to the hours spent on youtube) for the sole purpose of being able to hold you in the shower.
What can he say? He loves the feeling of your bare body against his, cuddled up under the spray. Loves the feeling of your hands raking through his hair, washing it, as you gossip about the day.
Shoto who's hands ritualistically find their way under your sleep shirt, to paw at your and hold you in his hands. Who uses his quirk to its full potential to be able to tuck you against his chest and keep his hands on you at all times.
He can't help himself from placing a hand on your hip or stomach when your clothes reveal your midsection. Not out of jealousy, of course, he can fight if need be. He just likes the feeling of your skin, warm and alive and yours, against his.
So yeah, I think Shoto likes skin to skin.
its definentlynotmsmarie here for your daily (hopefully) drabble, eat well dears!
there is a significant lack in new Shoto x reader fics and im willing to bear this cross
Real men have failed me but fictional men never have 😛
Seeing an edit on TikTok of a “character”.
*Sighs*
Opens Tumblr and looks up “character” x reader.
unfortunately for you, you’ve never won any argument as long as you’ve dated shouto as he is an experienced practitioner of the “take your shirt off during an argument” technique.
(he doesn’t care who wins or loses. he doesn’t like when you’re mad at him and goes full send at distraction nearly every time)
me to any hot anime man with a tragic backstory:
I will write the fic I want to read