“shhh, go to bed.” he pets your hair back. “i’m not going anywhere.” he presses a soft kiss to your forehead.
you wrap your arms around his waist and tug but he doesn’t budge. he pats your arm and you look up at him with tears brimming on your waterline.
“shoto.” your voice cracks.
“you need to sleep, angel.” he coos. “you’re exhausted.” his thumb catches a stray tear, he knows you’re just overtired.
“lay on top of me.” you give him another tug.
“you’ll be smothered.” he chuckles.
“good.” you pull him again.
he nudges you, flipping you onto your side and curling himself around you with your back smushed to his chest. his arms wrap tightly around you, one leg tossed over you as he slowly engulfs you in his warmth and protection.
“go to sleep.” he kisses the side of your neck.
“thank you.” you nestle back into him, eyes finally shutting and breath evening out.
shoto gives the best kisses. they're gentle and imbued with every ounce of tender affection he holds for you, and whenever his soft pink lips brush against your skin, you can't help but lean into all the warmth and comfort his touch offers—can't help but turn to mere putty underneath the pads of his fingertips
his nature, one you love more than words can ever say, revolves around being soft. shoto has always been a gentle lover, and that's why it's beyond difficult for you and him to get into an argument over anything at all.
"shoto—"
kiss.
"sho', honey, we can't skip this event and stay home like this—"
kiss. kiss kiss kiss kiss.
and when he sees your resolve crumbling, hears the quiet and pleased sigh that traitorously slips past the seam of your lips, he places his mouth against your own one more time before pulling away slowly, eyes drawn onto your own, round and tranquil
"you said you don't feel good, so we'll stay home."
"but this event was important to you!" you cry out, frustrated and saddened by the complexity of the situation at hand, but shoto seems entirely unbothered. in fact, it seems like he's already accepted the fact that he won't be able to go. how could he go when you're not feeling well?
"you're more important." he smiles gently, and you can't help but groan and flop onto your shared bed in defeat. you're afraid if you look at his smile for even a second longer, your heart might explode in your chest.
"you're too perfect," you grumble into the sheets, and although your eyes are closed with your face stuffed into a throw pillow, you feel the bed dip as shoto sits down beside you, and he reaches out towards you before settling a soothing palm on the curve of your spine
"do you want a massage? a bath? a massage and a bath?"
"shoto," you sigh, but you let out a sudden squeak when he abrubtly curls a hand underneath the your waist, hauling you into his lap with ease as your face is pressed flush against the planes of his chest
"i want to take care of you." he murmurs into your hair, and his kisses, those heavenly sweet kisses, trail from your hairline to the slope of your nose, and you can't help the soft huffs of laughter that escape your lips
"tickles," you whisper, and shoto smiles against your skin as his forehead bumps against your own
"let me give you a bath and order some food for us. then we'll go to the living room and watch the award show there—we'll stay home so you can rest up, and i'll be able to watch and hear the latest updates. win-win scenario, isn't it?" he questions, low voice brushing against the shell of your ear as you nod your head slowly with a hum
" 'm sorry, 'sho. i really am. i hope your friends don't get upset you didn't come because of me." you say sadly, curling further into his embrace as his chest vibrates with a hum
"there's always next time. and my friends could never be upset knowing i didn't come because you didn't feel good. those wouldn't be true friends, would they?" he prompts, and you nod your head slowly and allow his words to sink in
"i guess." you pout
"good." he affirms, and before you can say anything else, he tightens his hold around you and stands. you let out a small sound of surprise from the back of your throat as he begins walking towards the bathroom
"bath," he chastises gently when he sees the confusion on your face, and you quickly wrap an arm around his shoulders after you hear his words with a cheeky grin
"you'll join me?" you tease, fingers brushing the curve of his cheek as his surprised eyes turn towards yours. shoto must not understand what you're implying, because the smile he gives you is one full of the purest of intensions and utter devotion.
"if it means i can hold you and help you shampoo your hair, then yes."
your head drops against his chest with a breathless laugh, and you realize how much you were reminded time and time again, every single day, just how lucky you were to call shoto your lover.
𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 straight/wavy hair implied, fluff, not proofread, and kind of should have been finished last year, based on this req.
The first time Todoroki realized he could curl someone's hair was when he was a little kid, playing around with Fuyumi & realized there were waves left behind in her hair from his fingers.
It was only logical that he decided to curl your hair every morning before work.
Add it to the long list of ways he used his powers to help you out—personal heating pad, quick cook, life-sized lighter, heating or cooling your food, and of course, hair curler.
"—and I was telling Mina, no, we can't have a life-sized Lady Gaga standee in the agency halls, but if you want one in your office, I can't control that."
Shoto carefully cupped the finished section of hair in his cool hand as he nodded behind you. "Yes, yes. I couldn't imagine your coworkers happy with Lady Gaga?"
"I keep my personal decorations in my office to avoid some of our rather... petulant coworkers complaining to HR about it." You huffed, dabbing your beauty blender under your eye.
He let the curl fall down your back before swiftly wrapping a new sector around his heated pointer finger. "Mm. I've seen so."
Glancing up at him through the mirror, you smiled to yourself; he looked so focused and perfect as he curled your hair. "Sho?"
"Hmm?" He glanced up, catching your gaze through the reflective surface, a small flush creeping up at your staring.
"Give me your free hand real quick?" You hummed, holding a hand out to him as he placed his over yours, lips twitching as you gave him a soft squeeze.
"You're going to be late if you keep trying to distract me." He whispered, slowly letting go of your hair, quickly wrapping a new section against his soft skin.
"Just let me have this." You mumbled, pulling his fingers up under your eyes. The cooling is a relaxing sensation against your skin.
Ok, a new perk of his powers. You won't need to put ice under your eyes to depuff.
todoroki shoto x reader | taking care of drunk shoto
cw intoxication by alcohol, fluff, angst if you squint, shoto being lovesick and clingy and a little sad :(
[sho]: Hi love. Are you awake?
received 11:17pm
[sho]: i may have drunk a little. Kaaminri kept re fillong my cup
received 11:20pm
[sho]: I miss you.
received 11:40pm
[sho]: Can I come overr?
received 12:11am
“i think you may have drunk more than just a little,” you laugh, with shoto’s left arm slung over your shoulder. your right arm snakes behind his back, wrapping around his waist. shoto only hums as he slumps his head on top of yours, his weight heavy against your struggling body.
“okay. we’re almost there,” you say more to yourself than him. “just a little further.”
your staggering bodies stumble over to the living room, his sock-clad feet doing nothing but making the journey ten times harder. they slip every so often against the hardwood floors, and you have to haul him left and right just to make sure he doesn’t crack his head open from falling.
“alright, alright. there we go,” you huff out, gently lowering his loose body onto the couch. shoto hums again, nonsensically, as he sinks into the plush fabric.
but not before pulling you down with him.
you yelp in surprise as shoto lets out a soft oof when your body crashes onto his. you wince at the impact, one leg haphazardly over his, the other still awkwardly rooted to the floor. despite your position, he settles into his spot, using two strong arms to haul the rest of you up and to his chest.
he hardly seems bothered by the collision, letting his head fall back onto the cushion. but you still can’t help but ask worriedly, “are you okay? did that hurt—?”
“you’re pretty.”
a beat passes as you bite back a smile, turning your head up slowly. shoto’s already looking down at you, with flushed cheeks and messy bangs that flutter over his glassy eyes.
giggling, you shift on top of him, getting comfortable. your fingers come up to swipe his hair out of the way, his pale forehead now proudly displaying. a handsome sight.
he doesn’t blink at your movements, just simply stares at you in quiet awe.
you whisper, “baby, i think you’re drunk.”
“and i think you’re really pretty.”
his words come out blunt, slightly slurred. and your smile finally breaks across your face. you watch his eyebrows raise minutely, still in awe.
“do you get that feeling as well?” he asks, voice deep.
you tilt your head. “what feeling?”
shoto blinks. then he sighs, almost in frustration. “when you smile, my heart starts beating very fast. it concerns me sometimes. i think i should see a doctor.” he says this straightforwardly, very shoto. and is also completely oblivious to how endearing he sounds.
you perch your chin on his chest, looking at him with amused eyes.
“you’re being so cute right now, sho.”
“am i?”
nodding, your cheeks start aching from how hard you’ve been smiling. shoto tightens his arms around you, and you sink into his warm hold.
after a moment, you affirm him. “i get that feeling too.”
“you do?”
“mhm.”
shoto cocks his head to the side, serious as ever. “then i should give both our doctors a call tomorrow, no?”
this makes you laugh. teasing him, “i think it just means we love each other, no?”
shoto’s eyes then widen, odd astonishment written clearly on his face. it baffles you.
“you love me?” he asks quietly—in wonder.
your heart just about bursts. partly due to fondness, partly due to disbelief. “well, yes. i am your fiance,” you say affectionately, wiggling your hand up to flash the shiny ring on your left ring finger.
shoto takes your hand, brings it close to his face. he examines the ring, turning your fingers this way and that. after careful scrutiny, he pulls back, looking at you with fascination while exhaling slowly.
“i’m a lucky man,” he breathes out. so innocent in his reverence.
warmth swells in your chest. and another round of giggles escapes your lips, just as the smell of mint and sake hits your nose.
water, you abruptly think. should probably get him some water. that headache’s going to be mean tomorrow morning.
without warning, you squirm out of his arms and sit up. he follows, though clumsily.
“where are you going?” shoto asks, and you’re taken aback by the sudden alertness in his tone. you try to ease him onto the couch again, but he relents—stubborn.
“getting you some water,” you softly say, trying to be reassuring—trying to smooth out the sudden furrow in his eyebrows with your thumb. “i’ll be right back—”
“don’t leave me.”
you pause, eyes widening.
shouto’s eyes are glistening now, more than just an intoxicated sheen. and your heart drops at the subtle panic in his voice, your other hand coming up to cradle his cheek.
“no… no, i’m not leaving you. i just think you need some water right now—”
“can i come with you?” he asks lowly—shyly.
you shake your head, a little perplexed. “no my love, stay here on the couch. i’ll be quick—”
“please, don’t leave me,” he quickly says again, slurring.
your face twists, mouth soundlessly opening and closing as your mind tries to grapple with the sudden shift in mood.
he’s never usually like this. then again, he’s never usually drunk. but there’s an underlying tone in his voice, a desperation that seeps through—a little too raw. a little too real.
shoto chases after his own words before you can fully process them. “i love you. i know i have trouble expressing it. and i don’t say it enough, but i do. i really do…”
his hands grasp onto yours. an iron-grip hold. words tumble out of his mouth, his usual calmness far from seen, his usual quietness far from heard. you would've found it intriguing, if not for the utter dejection and anxiety on his face.
“you’re the best thing that has ever happened to me,” he says with furrowed eyebrows. “you see me for who i am. i love you. and i can’t imagine—”
alarm bells start going off in your head.
“hey…” you try to shush him. but his clutch tightens impossibly so, gleaming eyes never leaving yours.
“you showed me what love could be. what it should be. and i don’t want to ever lose you. i don’t want to mess this up—”
“shoto—”
he quickly cuts you off, breathing heavily. “perhaps i can change your mind? what can i do?”
the hopeless look in his eyes absolutely crushes you.
with a heavy heart, you stroke his hair, smoothing down the red and white tufts. it’s your first time seeing him like this, and it aches you to think that he would ever think you’d leave. even if this conversation was unfolding while he was drunk.
“sho, you don’t have to do anything—”
“but—”
“i’m not leaving,” you say firmly, looking him straight in the eyes. “i won’t ever leave. no matter what, okay?”
shoto blinks. then blinks again. his voice is quiet—tentative when he asks, “you mean it?”
“yes,” you say delicately, steeling your resolve when he searches your face.
moments pass. excruciatingly long moments. until finally, his shoulders relax, if just barely. you find yours untensing as well, as he tugs you onto his lap. you give in, because you can never find it in yourself not to when it comes to him.
landing sideways with a thump, his arms immediately encircle your waist, head nestling into the crook of your neck. you rub his back, trying to slow his breathing, feeling his erratic heartbeat through your palm.
“you’re not leaving?” he mutters into your skin.
“never.”
shoto sighs. thankfully, in what seems to be in relief. “you mean it? truthfully?”
you whisper, “yes.”
seconds tick by. your single, but assuring, words linger in the air.
then, softly, you hear:
“...you love me?”
you look up, blinking back tears, arms tightening around his head as you cradle him close. the quiver in your lip just won’t stop, and you hope to the stars that your voice won’t come out shaky.
“yes.”
after swallowing the ball in your throat, you gently lift his head, meeting his vulnerable gray and turquoise eyes.
“forever and always.”
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after some time, shoto eventually calms down, the both of you not moving from your spot on the couch. a long debate ensues, the end result with him trailing behind you at 2am, gripping tightly onto one of your hands. your other hand solitarily moves around the kitchen: grabbing a cup, filling it with water, then bringing it up to his lips.
shoto sips, slowly. looking at you the whole time. doesn’t even notice that he finishes the entire cup until you pry it away. you convince him to drink another, and he nods wordlessly, like a puppy.
eventually, your feet pad quietly across the kitchen, and into your bedroom. eventually, he falls asleep in your arms, his intoxicated haze finally taking over. you stroke his hair tenderly, embrace him earnestly—hoping that even in his drunken sleep, he’ll be able to feel it:
you’re met with a blank stare. he’s frozen in the act of taking off his wedding band and putting it safely on the nightstand like he does every night.
“i can’t tell if you’re serious or not.”
“just answer the question,” you huff, giving him a playful shove.
“i married you,” he replies, settling comfortably in bed beside you.
“well, yeah, but plenty of people marry and don’t like each other.”
he gives a thoughtful hum. you’re right of course, just think about his parents. if anything, he should be the one asking you this, considering his family history. but shoto’s never questioned your love, and he’s not about to start now (or let you either).
“of course i like you,” he tells you after a second.
“don’t just answer right awayyy,” you insist, almost whining. “really think about it.”
“okay.” you study his unreadable expression, eyes fixed down in his lap and brow creased just a tiny bit as he thinks on it for a long moment.
“yes,” he answers finally, reaching over you to turn out the light, his strong arms caging you in. you fall into a giggle fit as he peppers your face with kisses, dragging you down to lay between his arms while he smothers you with affection. “i like you. a lot,” he adds, just for good measure.
“okay, good,” you hum, unable to wipe the smile off your face as you burrow into his chest beneath the covers. “just checking.”
hcs of bakugou / todoroki being a hardcore simp for reader maybe?
“I WANNA BE YOURS.”
KATSUKI BAKUGOU/SHOTO TODOROKI x fem!reader.
summary: what the request said!
warnings: swearing (bakugou…), mentions of todoroki’s childhood (very brief), that’s it i believe!
a/n: i love this request. i hope i wrote this to your liking!
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BAKUGOU KATSUKI —
he is a very subtle simp. you probably wouldn’t even think he liked you if you guys weren’t already dating. the way he shows his love for you is… questionable.
he does the simple things like following you around like a lost puppy (even though he swears he does NOT) .
he’ll definitely demand you never leave his side so he can always be there to protect you.
“you’re so weak, you need me to be there to protect you at all times.”
you’ll just nod, enjoying your boyfriends presence. (he’s actually geeking over you aswell and the fact you grace him with your presence).
he takes you everywhere with him and doesn’t care about what anyone says. oh, aizawa paired him up with kirishima? you’re coming with. you can’t stay a second away from him before he’s rushing around like a headless chicken looking for you.
your biggest fan by far, anything you do he’s practically on the floor worshipping you. then the next second he’ll be calling your outfit disgusting in the sweetest way possible.
he’ll also deny the fact he’s a simp for you. one time, kirishima caught the poor boy gazing at you, dare i say LOVINGLY, across the room as you did a mundane task.
kirishima has never grinned wider than he did when he noticed this. your boyfriend noticed the quiet chuckles leaving his friend and turned towards him.
“what the fuck are you laughing at?”
“you stalking y/n!”
“I WAS NOT STARING AT HER.” sure… liar. you literally just outed yourself…
bakugou loved you, even though he shows it in his weird, weird ways.
SHOTO TODOROKI —
the sweetest, sweetest boyfriend ever. literally the ideal boyfriend anyone could have SIMPLY because of how doting he is towards his partner.
he’s absolutely enamoured with you. he isn’t shameful about it either! (referencing one of my other head-canons) .
this boy will downright show his love for you.
we all know shoto has a hard time with social cues, he blames it on his childhood and the lack of social times he had – always being isolated.
that’s also the reason why he doesn’t understand why he can’t stare you down like a hawk and not expect people to be slightly worried… why is he staring at you like he wants to eat you?
cuteness aggression is a thing. you both get it when you’re with each other.
you can’t believe you managed to secure this boy. he never opened up to just anyone, yet for you he made an exception. you flex that all the time.
meanwhile your boyfriend is still in denial you two are dating. every time you bring up your realtionship he’s blushing like a maniac and shying away from you. as if he wasn’t the one to ask you to be his partner…
your classmates notice the little things. such as you placing your phone down face up only for it to be flipped a couple seconds later because todoroki fixed it for you knowing you don’t want people staring at every notification on your phone and invading your privacy (this is literally so me guys..)
he is very attentive, he’s SUCH a simp. he’ll pick up on the little things. sometimes, you feel like he knows you better than you know yourself.
there was definitely one time you had been making yourself a snack in the kitchen, forgetting to get one of your favourite pieces of food for the snack .
once your snack was made, you frowned at the missing piece of the food you wanted.
starting to get upset, you looked around for something to make up for this.
“here.” a soft, very loving voice spoke causing you to relax at the sound of todorokis gentle tone.
“oh thank god you’re here sho’, i can’t find my-”
“y/n. here.”
you finally looked at your boyfriends hand, noticing he was holding multiple variations of the missing food item you craved.
your lips trembled at his thoughtfulness and you pulled your boyfriend in for a hug as he returned it with a soft smile on his face.
he’s too sweet for you and such a simp!
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a/n: guys, bare with me if there is spelling errors. this was not proof-read! i hope this was good enough, it was kind of short.
the adrenaline of the very intimate and passionate evening between you and shoto todoroki had came to an end. the moonlight filtered through the swaying sheer curtains of the bedroom in his apartment, and you couldn’t help but just stare at them quietly. your hand and head rested on top of the pro heroe’s chest, listening to the way he caught his breath after you collapsed on top of him.
shoto shifted slightly, his body humming with the lowering intensity of his quirk.
the sex was amazing, as always, but his body was still cooling down. he had used his cold side to slide his frosty hands over your body, and his warm side to head up his hand whilst he smacked your ass while pounding into you at a deliciously perfect pace per your request.
“are you okay?” he murmured, voice low as his cold hand caressed your ass and moved up your hips. it was almost like he was soothing the soreness you hadn’t even told him about.
you shudder and nod. “mm. yeah.” a small smirk reaches your lips as you suddenly recall everything. shoto shifted once more, glancing at the bathroom before looking back down at you.
“we should probably get cleaned up,” he suggests. his voice is still lingering with exhaustion.
you shook your head and pressed closer into him. “in a minute,” you mumble. “wanna stay like this for a little longer.”
for a moment, he said nothing. this outside of the sex was his favorite, so he understood your need to be still and in the moment. the feeling of laying down, knowing you both shared a part of yourselves that is so special and precious makes his heart warm and fuzzy.
“okay.” he says.
the curtains still brushed against the window, giving an illusion that someone was moving them deliberately. the two of you ended up falling asleep in each others arms, not bothering to care about the cleaning up until the next morning.
from yuumi , i’ve never gotten aftercare so here we go
