[shoto-brainrot]

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               - Headcanons -

Shoto Todoroki

❤️ Dark Shoto

🤍 Shoto Todoroki as a Dad

❤️ NS FW Hc's

          - Series -

Bakugo Katsuki

💥 Rescue Mission - Y/N is kidnapped (upcoming)

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Dabi / Touya Todoroki

💙 Pro hero AU (upcoming)

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Eijiro Kirishima

❤️ "Closer." Band AU - Y/N and Kirishima are hired as bodyguards for a big shot band (Tokoyami + Kirishima x reader)

❤️ Rescue Mission: Y/N is Kidnapped (upcoming)

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Shoto Todoroki

❄️ "Blood." Villain!Shoto

❄️ Rescue Mission -Y/N is kidnapped (upcoming)

❄️ “Hate.” Traitor AU (One-shot, unless?)

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Tokoyami, Fumikage

🖤 "Closer." Y/N becomes a bodyguard to rockstar Tokoyami Fumikage and his band

[blamedorange]

Learning how to pose

[everypanelofshouto]

Team-Up Missions Mission 27 - Surreal Heroism

[sei-rq]

18+ pretty little thing— ☆

contains: cnc , implied somnophilia , size kink , praise kink.

he's aware that he's bigger than you, so much bigger. pure muscle, buff, huge, beyond average, whether it be because of his height or the amount of muscles he has packed because of all the training,

he watches you whine as you take in one of his fingers, clenching tight around it, your insides are hot and he groans, he needs to feel that around his even thicker cock.

you're immediately pushing him back, because you can't take it, even his middle finger is too much for you, he knows, of course he knows, as he watches the fat tears drop from your pretty eyes.

"shh, doing so well, you're going to take it and be thankful, yeah baby?"

he likes his partners smaller for a reason, he likes them struggle to take him, some stop him before he can even go past the tip of his dick, some beg for him to go slower, but he knows that you won't do that, not with those hazy lovestruck eyes.

that's why he likes you so much. such a pretty little thing, made to take him—all of him.

he coos at you, as he forces his ring finger in as well, quickening his pace.

you moan and thrash around, whine about him filling you too well, but he knows something else that'll fill you up better. he scissors at your leaking hole, rubbing at the nub at the top, which makes everything feel better, too much and too less at the same time.

"atta girl, you wanna come from just my fingers, huh pretty?"

and it's so much faster, his fingers slam into you at a brutal pace, your eyes rolling back, biting at your lips hard enough to draw blood.

as the pleasure washes over you and you feel tiredness pulling you into sweet dreamland. you faintly hear the sound of a zipper.

"it's okay, just let me take care of you."

and you're out without a single other thought.

bllk: kaiser michael , mikage reo , nagi seishirou , itoshi rin , bunny iglesias , noa noel , hiori yo.

jjk: gojou satoru , yuuta okkotsu , fushiguro toji , nanami kento , getou suguru.

wb: umemiya hajime , suo hayato , sugishita kyotarou, endo yamato.

csm: hayakawa aki , kishibe.

divider cr: @/uzmacchiato

[shinybrightthing-deactivated202]

weird me out? no. you've weirded me in. let's merge souls

[andypantsx3]

an au where you've been shouto's best friend for a million years and have learned to weaponize the Shouto Effect for your own gains, taking advantage where his unearthly good looks net him privileges few others have. you're forever sending him up to coffee shop counters to get your drink with the knowledge that the barista is absolutely going to give it to him for free, or shoving him up to the hostess stand at a packed restaurant you don't have reservations for, knowing they are going to Seat Him Anyway.

then one evening, drunk at a party, you mention the Shouto Effect in front of him. you realize it's the first time you've said it out loud when he looks at you, handsome and bemused, and you patiently explain to him that he's the most beautiful man on earth and no one else gets treated quite the way he does. that most people don't get tongue tied that often, or flush beet red that often, or fall all over themselves to give others things in the hope that they might like them. that he's special.

shouto looks contemplative as you explain, eyes growing just slightly wider, before something passes over his face—a look of intense interest. you wonder if he's just learning the true way of the world, and coming to terms with the idea that he might be prettier than he realized, and having A Time Of It.

and he is. but that's not entirely it. because he's just learned that you think he's the most beautiful man on earth. and now he wants to find out if the Shouto Effect might work on a best friend he's been in love with for a million years...

[rosesforshoto]

older boyfriend shoto who would rather die than have you think chivalry is dead so he treats you like royalty. nothing less and everything more if he can help it!!!! the type to make sure you always have a card with his name on it. that your vases are never empty. and if not him, that someone always escorts you to and from places… the type that would never mind overextending his hospitality to the people that you love and care for, just as long as it makes you happy

[eikyuunimain-deactivated2026051]

husband!shoto who still isn’t used to calling you his wife. says it softly, like he’s trying the word out every time. like it’s something too fragile to say out loud. he murmurs it into your hair when he hugs you from behind. says it while he pours your tea in the morning. “my wife.” like he’s in awe that it’s real.

husband!shoto who kisses you before leaving the house, always. sometimes it’s barely a brush of lips. sometimes it’s full—hand on your jaw, breath warm against your skin—but it’s always there. like a ritual. like a promise to come back.

husband!shoto who buys flowers even though he doesn’t know what to say with them. just shows up some nights with a bouquet, holds them out with a soft “these reminded me of you,” like he’s still learning how to express what he feels. but his eyes say it—every time. i love you. i’m grateful. i’m yours.

husband!shoto who absolutely lives to eat you out first. every time. every. time. he’ll push you back on the bed with that soft “can i?” already moving down your body. spreads you open like it’s routine, kisses your thighs, and murmurs, “you deserve to feel good first.” (he always makes sure you come before he even takes his shirt off.)

husband!shoto who loves it when you use your voice. when you moan for him. whimper for him. ask for him. when your hips are already shifting under his fingers, and he’s watching you so calmly. his voice is low, thumb circling your clit with unbearable patience as he says, “you’ll have to be a little clearer than that, love. tell me what you want.”

husband!shoto who sometimes fucks you against the wall like he’s been holding it back all day. one arm braced beside your head, the other holding your thigh up, voice breathless and panting against your neck like, “missed you. need you. right now—” even if he saw you this morning. sometimes he just needs it—and you let him take it.

[catsoupki]

@rosesforshoto

[eikyuunimain-deactivated2026051]

yandere!shoto who holds your hand in public with a calm, unreadable smile—and freezes the doorknob when someone else reaches to open it for you. he doesn’t look at them. just says, “i’ll take care of her,” and keeps walking.

yandere!shoto who hates when you talk about other people. not openly. but you always feel it in the way he fucks you after. like he’s trying to erase every thought that isn’t him.

yandere!shoto who doesn’t sleep unless you’re beside him. even if he has to sit on the floor by your door, waiting for you to calm down. “you’ll understand later,” he says, so gently it makes your stomach turn.

yandere!shoto who buries his face between your legs when you argue. quiet, patient, mouth slow against your pussy, licking you through every tremble, every breathy little plea—until your fight melts into a whimper and you forget what you were even upset about.

yandere!shoto who gets jealous of your vibrator and hides it, then spends the whole night proving he can make you come harder with his fingers.

yandere!shoto who makes you look at him the whole time. hand around your throat, just there to keep you focused. because he doesn’t want your attention anywhere else but on him. “eyes on me. always on me.”

yandere!shoto who pulls out just to watch how wet you are for him. thumb brushing through your slick while he murmurs, almost dazed, “they don’t even know how pretty you look like this.”

yandere!shoto who doesn’t ask you to choose him. he just makes it so you don’t have a choice.

[eikyuunimain-deactivated2026051]

yandere!shoto who holds your hand in public with a calm, unreadable smile—and freezes the doorknob when someone else reaches to open it for you. he doesn’t look at them. just says, “i’ll take care of her,” and keeps walking.

yandere!shoto who hates when you talk about other people. not openly. but you always feel it in the way he fucks you after. like he’s trying to erase every thought that isn’t him.

yandere!shoto who doesn’t sleep unless you’re beside him. even if he has to sit on the floor by your door, waiting for you to calm down. “you’ll understand later,” he says, so gently it makes your stomach turn.

yandere!shoto who buries his face between your legs when you argue. quiet, patient, mouth slow against your pussy, licking you through every tremble, every breathy little plea—until your fight melts into a whimper and you forget what you were even upset about.

yandere!shoto who gets jealous of your vibrator and hides it, then spends the whole night proving he can make you come harder with his fingers.

yandere!shoto who makes you look at him the whole time. hand around your throat, just there to keep you focused. because he doesn’t want your attention anywhere else but on him. “eyes on me. always on me.”

yandere!shoto who pulls out just to watch how wet you are for him. thumb brushing through your slick while he murmurs, almost dazed, “they don’t even know how pretty you look like this.”

yandere!shoto who doesn’t ask you to choose him. he just makes it so you don’t have a choice.

[eikyuunimain-deactivated2026051]

mdni

shoto always bites when he’s about to come.

he doesn’t warn you. doesn’t even realise he’s doing it most of the time. not until you flinch, or gasp, or reach to tug at his hair just a little.

but by then, his teeth are already at your shoulder. your throat. the inside of your thigh. wherever he can get to from where he’s buried inside you, rocking deep into your pussy.

it always starts the same. his pace gets rougher. his hands tighten. jaw clenches. he breathes harder through his nose like he’s trying not to show it, like keeping quiet will stop his body from tipping over the edge.

but it always gives him away—the tremble in his rhythm, the groan in his throat—and then his mouth is on your skin and he’s biting.

you feel it coming this time. that unmistakable heat climbing through him, the way his hips stutter, the way his next thrust knocks the breath out of your lungs, and sure enough, his hand slides up your waist, pulling you back against his chest just before his mouth finds the curve of your shoulder.

his lips part. and his teeth sink in.

“you always do that,” you whisper, teasing. “every time.”

he groans against your skin, low and raw, but doesn’t pull away.

you can feel how close he is. cock twitching deep inside you. his breath is ragged, forehead damp, lips dragging over the place he just bit like he’s already sorry for it.

“don’t mean to,” he mutters. “just... feels like too much.”

his hips are starting to lose rhythm behind you with each drag of your body around him, like he’s trying to chase the edge and outrun it all at once. his mouth is still on your shoulder. you feel his teeth again, just slightly.

“i’m gonna come—” he exhales, stuttering.

his body locks up with a full, low groan pressed into your skin, and he fucks into you hard, spilling deep inside, heat blooming where your bodies meet. he gasps, breath catching high in his chest, one hand gripping your waist while he comes.

he doesn’t say anything else. just keeps breathing against your shoulder. mouth parted, still warm, still resting in the shape of the mark he left behind.

@rosesforshoto

[rosesforshoto]

you’re shoto’s first ever contact in his favorites list because he takes the title a little too seriously

[rosesforshoto]

everybody wish happy birthday to the best boy in the whole world right now!!!!!!!

[rosesforshoto]

he’s so cute

[rosesforshoto]

trust that shoto would always show up for you with genuine kindness and love. he is such an intentional man, and everything he does is done with the upmost care. if he learned his actions were misinterpreted in any negative way, he would cross oceans to reassure you

[rosesforshoto]

shoto leads you through the crowd, his hand entwined in yours. they interlace with knowing, tight with wordless assurance, a trivial hold that speaks volumes.

his skin, though calloused with scars, has a chosen softness to it. you’ve never known otherwise.

it’s your favorite texture.

you stick close to his back. not for warmth, nor to avoid bumping into others, but because it's him, and you can never be close enough.

from scars, and the smell of pine

[rosesforshoto]

shoto with a smile on his face while fucking you is so important to me. i imagine it to be confident. not exactly arrogance, but out of fondness at seeing you vulnerable, shaky and teary-eyed, falling apart because of him. confidence in knowing what and how your body needs him. a small smile not intended to be mocking or condescending but it does bleed just slightly into smug pride when you cum around him