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[minister-erik]

EASTERN GARTER SNAKE (up close) - Composition Sunday

© Erik McGregor - [email protected]

[groundzeroswife]

Reward me...

Todoroki Shoto x Y/n

Shoto never asked for things.

Not praise. Not affection. Not attention.

So when your hand reached out and gently patted his head after he stayed behind to help clean the training room, he didn’t know what to do with it.

He stiffened for exactly two seconds.

Then he went very still, like a cat unsure if it was allowed to enjoy something.

“…What was that?” he asked, tone neutral but eyes flicking toward you.

You smiled, already pulling your hand back. “Nothing. You just did good.”

That was it. No teasing. No explanation.

He nodded once, like he accepted the answer, and walked away as usual—hands in his pockets, expression calm, distance carefully maintained.

But the next day, after he quietly helped Uraraka with her form, he paused near you.

Just… paused.

You noticed the way he stood a little closer than necessary. The way his gaze hovered, pretending to look anywhere else.

So you reached out again. A gentle pat. Fingers barely brushing his hair.

His shoulders relaxed immediately.

He didn’t look at you, but the faintest smile tugged at his lips.

From then on, it became something small. Private.

You never announced it. Never made a big deal of it. Just soft, simple rewards—like you were saying I see you without words.

And Shoto—still distant, still quiet—started to change in the tiniest ways.

He’d finish a task and then glance at you, subtle and careful.

He’d do something kind and then linger nearby, pretending he had nowhere to be.

He never asked. Never stepped closer on his own.

He just waited.

Like he didn’t want to assume he deserved it.

One afternoon, after training went especially well, he walked past you—then stopped. Took one step back. Cleared his throat.

“…Was that okay?” he asked, eyes forward.

“What?”

“The way I handled that,” he said. “I did it right… didn’t I?”

Your heart melted.

You reached up and patted his head, slower this time, fingers warm against his hair. His breath eased out softly, like he’d been holding it in.

“Yes,” you said. “You did really good.”

He nodded, cheeks just a little pink.

“…Okay,” he murmured.

And then he walked away again—still distant, still quiet—but with the smallest, satisfied smile.

From then on, every time he did something good, he didn’t look proud.

He just looked at you.

Waiting.

Quietly hopeful.

[sleeepycupid]

Something more

A/N: Sometimes I don't know what to write here. Then I remind myself that I don't have to write anything. But I want to! mwah -> m.list

It started quietly — the kind of beginning you almost miss if you’re not paying attention.

You noticed it first in the common room, the way Shoto’s gaze lingered on you a second too long. He didn’t mean to stare, you could tell. It was just the way he was, all quiet curiosity and subtle emotions that slipped past the calm tone of his voice. Still, when you caught him looking, he didn’t look away. He just blinked, as if memorizing you, and that was when it happened, the small spark, the one that you tried so hard to ignore.

You told yourself it was nothing. He was just… Shoto. Stoic, awkward, sweet in his own distant way. But it wasn’t nothing.

The friendship began almost naturally. You laughed together, studied together, sparred together. He’d bring you your favorite snacks during dull classes, and you’d mock him (gently) when he got too serious about training. He’d never complain, just give you that tiny, almost invisible smile that you learned to read like a secret code.

Shoto was a good friend — a great one, actually. And maybe that’s why you didn’t see it coming.

One evening, you were sitting in his dorm room, textbooks open but long forgotten. The air smelled faintly of tea and pencil shavings. You were teasing him about something — probably about how he took notes like a robot — when you turned your head and found him already looking at you.

The world went quiet. You didn’t even have time to process it before his lips brushed yours. Just once — soft, uncertain, as if he wasn’t sure he was allowed. And oh, your heart forgot how to function.

He pulled back immediately, eyes wide, face flushed. “I— sorry,” he stammered, and that was the first time you’d ever heard him sound flustered.

You were supposed to say something clever, something to make it less awkward. But instead, you just stared. And then, maybe because it felt right, or maybe because you were so hopelessly gone, you leaned forward and kissed him back.

From that moment, things changed in ways neither of you could define.

There were quiet, stolen moments: his hand brushing yours when you walked side by side, your head resting against his shoulder after long study nights, his faint smile when your laughter filled the room. The world didn’t need to know what was happening. It was just yours, fragile, unspoken and perfectly messy.

You were back in his dorm again one evening. He was reading, a pencil tucked behind his ear, eyes moving across the page with that calm focus of his. You were pretending to study, but mostly you were staring at him. You didn’t even realize you’d spoken until you heard your own voice.

“Shoto?”

He looked up. “Hm?”

“How do you define us?”

He froze for a second. You could almost see his thoughts stop mid-sentence. Then he blinked and said, “Friends?”

You smiled — small, uncertain. “Yeah, but… friends don’t really act like we do.”

A faint pink crept up his cheeks. “Do you not like what we have?” he asked softly, voice even but eyes searching yours.

Your heart melted on the spot.

“I do,” you admitted. “I really do. I just… I don’t know what it means.”

He was quiet for a moment, looking at you like he was seeing something he hadn’t before. Then he reached out, fingers brushing your cheek so gently it made your breath catch.

“I don’t know what it means either,” he said quietly. “But I want more of you.”

You laughed — a small, breathless laugh that filled the space between you. “The feelings mutual” you whispered, cheeks burning.

And when he looked at you, eyes soft and certain, you couldn’t help it, you giggled. The kind that makes your stomach twist and your feet kick under the blanket because it’s just too much.

Something about Shoto Todoroki, you realized, made everything feel like home.

[austinbond]

Katzennacht

Shot on Canon EOS R50 with Sigma 16-300mm Lens

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[zoswriting]

queen pls i need more of dad shoto🙏

ask, and you shall receive.

✦ don’t eat the baby.

⤷ synopsis : your baby’s cute as fuck. that’s it. that’s the synopsis.

⤷ a/n : my bad this is so late HAHAHA i’ve been trying to think of a scenario for the longest time </3 writer’s block is insane, hence this short-ish little thing. my baby fever will always be worse, though.

⤷ warnings : fluff, cuteness aggression, shoto taking everything literally, dad!shoto, husband!shoto, you have a daughter called rumi (she’s basically gonna be the basis for all of my baby scenarios unless stated otherwise), probably some other stuff i can’t think of right now

every time you think shoto couldn't be more perfect, you're proven wrong. every time, without fail. how have you been proven wrong this time?

shoto's sitting in the rocking chair you begged him to buy (although he really didn't need much convincing, he could not say no to you when you were pregnant. he still can't say no to you.) with a bottle in hand. your daughter is gently cradled against him, her head and body tilted in the perfect position for her to be fed, her little eyes slowly, slowly falling shut as she drank her milk, provided to her by your husband. that definitely isn't rare, but it doesn't happen often, either.

he doesn't notice you in the doorway straight away, focused on making sure your child is being properly fed rather than anything else. he only notices you when he sees a figure go to sit down on the bean bag in the corner of rumi's nursery, and he turns his head, just to be met with your adoring gaze and soft smile.

"hi," is all he says—whispers, more like—before his line of sight is directed on rumi again. you smile a little harder, loving the scene in front of you. god, you wish you could take a picture of this and keep it with you forever. it's silent for a little while longer, apart from the soft sounds of your breathing and your daughter drinking from her bottle.

"you're so natural like this, you know? i love seeing you all... domestic. it's so sweet," you say softly, leaning forward with your elbow on your knee and your chin propped up onto your hand as you continue to stare at him. he raises an eyebrow at your words.

"what, exactly, are you telling me, love? that you find me attractive when i'm being a father?" he muses, to which you glare at him playfully and roll your eyes.

"haha, funny. honestly though? kind of. you get all gentle and tender when you’re holding her and it's really cute."

"i'm flattered, truly."

your little conversation momentarily pauses there, but your glances at him don't. not when he puts rumi’s bottle down because she’s turning her head away, not when he gently lifts her up whilst placing her head on his shoulder and starts tenderly patting her back to burp her, and definitely not when he finally stands to put her in her cot. you stand too, watching the way shoto carefully peels her off of his shoulder and sets her down in a way as to not jostle her too much. he sets her little rabbit teddy just in the top corner of her cot, leaning down to give her pudgy, baby cheek a kiss.

he turns towards you when he feels you stand next to him, his arm wrapping around your shoulder. you lean into him and just take in the sight before you. your baby, the life you both created (you could go on a whole tangent about how it’s ’so crazy two people are able to make a whole human’, which he’s heard countless times before during your late night conversations), your whole entire world just peacefully asleep.

“i’m gonna eat her,” you mutter mindlessly. cuteness aggression, as people call it, really hits you full swing in moments like this.

shoto pulls back just slightly to look at you. “please don’t. i kind of like having a not-eaten daughter,” he says softly, yet so, so seriously, it’s comical.

you huff out an amused breath, looking up at him. you’re tempted to to correct him, tell him that you’re not actually serious, but you think that he knows as much, so you decide to play around a little more. “fine. i’m eating you, then,” you turn your head back and lean in, gently biting his shoulder. he doesn’t flinch, just stares down at you with a glare that’s both incredulous yet also fond.

“what are you doing?”

“eating you, ‘cause you won’t let me eat her.”

“i don’t think that’s very wise.”

“shut up,” you bite him a little harder.

“okay.”

you pull away from his shoulder, sighing as he won’t let you win. instead, you both just look below you at your baby girl. his arm goes to wrap around your waist, gently reeling you in closer to him without any further words spoken.

your daughter stirs just slightly, her face contorting into a tiny frown before relaxing. you smile, looking up at shoto, who kisses your head.

you don’t think anything could be better than this.

[ponakeg]

A girl with a birthmark and Shoto Todoroki ❤🔥

[arosesstorm]

LOVERS

- Shoto, Bakugo from 'my hero academia' -part three

English is not my first language

🎧 -> we hug now

There had been sleepless nights when, while tossing and turning in bed, you thought to yourself: "what would happen if..." but every time you answered: if it ever came down to it, you'd always choose Katsuki Bakugo.

It was silly questions, stupid hypothesis, maybe born from boredom? or maybe from the pain? it was just a coincidence these questions came right after your late night chats with Shoto Todoroki. Yes, coincidences.

After all, Bakugo had been, for the longest time, an anchor, a complice, an ally, love.

So, when Katsuki opened the door that night with his sleepy face looking down at you and you licked your lower lip in nervousness but felt Shoto's taste still in your throat, your first instinct was to throw up.

"Hey" he mumbled lowly, "what's up?" his voice husky from sleep.

What were you thinking running straight to Bakugo after being kissed by Shoto? No. What were you thinking, spending all those nights chatting by the window with a man who was in fact not your man?

What did you even expect? What were you hoping to achieve? Forgiveness without punishment? Redemption? Understanding?

"Bakugo" you uttered, torn. Tell or not tell, flee or fight.

"I couldn't sleep" you chose to say cowardly and felt like tearing your chest apart when his tired face morphed into a soft smile and he moved his arms forward hiding you in his embrace.

His chest were warm against your face, he was always warm, and his shirt was wrinkled, his arms strong. You had cried in those arms before, you had whispered and sighed and slept. That's the dirtiest you ever felt.

Bakugo was whispering something in your ear but your mind wasn't processing the words. How could it all lead to this moment? How could you feel so foreign in the arms of the boy you used to love so dearly?

Your fingers hitched in impatience and wrapped around his shirt, you wanted to flee, your words tangled in your throat and with a quick excuse and a fast goodnight you left his doorstep.

That night, when you lied in bed, fingers on your lips, you sobbed in your hand and suddenly, you weren't so certain that: if it ever came down to it, you'd always choose Katsuki Bakugo.

A part of you ached to pour your heart out, you had a speech ready, some motivational quotes saved, a whole coherent explanation to your sudden confusion but it never left your lips.

The day after you kissed Shoto Todoroki in the quietness of the dark common room, your life continued just the same as always. You woke up, had breakfast with everyone, left for class, lunch with Bakugo, trained at the training ground.

It was a day so natural and ordinary that you questioned yourself if it even happened at all or if it was just a strange dream, a silly dream you had about kissing a classmate you got to know better lately.

Only by the middle of your physical training, when your eyes met Shoto's from across the room reality finally settled in.

Todoroki was looking at you in such a way, you felt bare before his gaze. His eyes held sympathy and guilt and something you never saw cross his face before.

It felt like he was wondering, a sof, disappointed whisper ringed in your ears: why are you ignoring me? did it mean nothing to you?

"What are you looking so intently at?" Bakugo's voice pierced through your chest and your breath caught in your throat, your eyes quickly settling on your boyfriend's face again.

You forced a smile while you watched Katsuki's face turn in the direction of what you were staring at but Shoto was nowhere to be seen.

You clicked your tongue so loudly it sounded clearly forced "was lost in thought" you lied.

Bakugo snorted before wrapping an arm around your shoulders "you should focus on training if you want to keep up".

But your eyes had already left his face and were diving into the crowd focused on searching red and white.

That night, you were the first to leave for bed and every night after that, for a week straight, your nights became short and uneventful. It was only on the eight day that you were forced to stay behind for cleaning duty.

That night the clock had just hit midnight when you left the kitchen. The dorm was quiet, everyone had already left for bed and the cicadas were singing their quiet melody in the distance. You stirred your back tired from cleaning and walked back into the dark common room. You were done for the day and strived to get into bed.

But then you saw him.

He was sat by that same window door, his profile softly lit by the clear moon light. His hair looked white pearl in the night and his eyes gazed up at the sky in such quiet contemplation you felt your legs shake. His legs were relaxed under him while his arms were behind his back holding his weight. Had Shoto Todoroki always been so ethereal? So beautiful?

When you took another step forward his head turned in your direction, his clear blue eye that he hated so pierced through your body and you knew, there was no place to run to now.

"Are you going to avoid me now?" he asked, his voice ringing in the empty room.

You walked up to him and sat down by his side looking up at the clear night sky. It was full of stars. His eyes never left your face as you spoke "I'm sorry".

Shoto straightened his back, unconsciously leaning towards you "I'm the one who's sorry" he whispered "I don't know why I did it".

You turned your head, your eyes meeting his. Your legs were up to your chest, your arms wrapped around your knees as you looked at his face.

The silence enveloped you two but it didn't feel like silence at all.

Shoto breathed "did you hate it?" and you slowly shook your head. He knew, you knew, but neither was brave enough to say it yet.

"Does he-" you cut him off "He doesn't know".

"Why?"

"There's no point bringing it up."

His eyes sharpened suddenly and his posture stiffened. Since when did Shoto Todoroki get frustrated and upset?

"Because it wasn't meaningful enough for you?" he accused. Was he always this petty?

You sighed defeated "I don't wanna talk about it" you said but to your surprise Shoto didn't back up, instead, he leaned even closer, his arms moving and his eyes following, he looked exasperated, desperate.

"But I do" he argued. He looked at you so, so... "I've been wanting to talk about it for days but you've been ignoring me."

"There is nothing to talk about, just forget it even happened" you argued.

"I can't" he protested lowly, his hand gesturing at the space between you two "this is something we should talk about" he insisted but you were stubborn.

"I have a boyfriend" you tried to protest. Your last resort was using Bakugo as a shield not to think.

"One you clearly don't like anymore" Shoto hissed.

Your heart trembled in both shame and embarrassment and you squeezed your knees harder: "how could you-".

But Shoto cut you off, you never saw the boy so fired up before if not in a fight. Were you two fighting? Who was the villain?

"I like you" he confessed "I do, I've been so desperate to tell you for days and I felt so helpless every time you looked away or left a room just as I walked in."

"I'm sorry-"

"Don't be" he reached for your arm, holding you, grasping your body, your existence: "chose me, try to-".

You shivered, reality finally settling in "I'm with Bakugo" you spoke on autopilot, your mind spiraling, of all thing you expected, an emotional Shoto was not one of them.

"We-" he started to say but you were already standing up, fleeing again.

He followed after you, refusing to give up on whatever that was.

"Give us a chance to prove what I know is true" he said, his hand sliding down your arm to your grasp your hand, you faltered as he continued: "I never thought I'd feel something like this for someone, I thought I wasn't capable to, but now that I do-"

His eyes fixed on yours while his hand squeezed yours gently, his fingers caressing yours softly: "don't tell me to let go" he whispered.

Your lips parted even if your throat was dry, it was time now, to say, to deny or to accept.

Your eyes were brighter than the moon who gazed upon you two, you finally gathered the courage and your lips moved but before you could utter a word-

"What is going on here?" Bakugo's fist was clenched, his body stiff, his eyes wide, his teeth gritted.

© 2025 of Mia (arosesstorm). All Rights Reserved.

[babybunnybratt]

Ask was: smutty mha fic where todoroki and deku are both dating the reader and they become jealous of the readers friend

You'd fallen into a particularly delicious routine with your boys, where every Monday and Wednesday deku would cook, Tuesday and Thursday todoroki would, then Friday and Saturday you would, leaving Sunday for a dinner date or potential take away with crappy films and lots of cuddles.

Tonight it was your turn to cook, so you ran to the local supermarket to grab some extra soba quickly, when you suddenly got stopped by an old friend. You spent nearly an hour reminiscing about old memories together before realising that you were now running behind schedule and the boys were coming home shortly. You relayed your regret at having to leave but exchanged numbers and agreed to plan a reunion soon over some drinks. When you got home you chucked your phone on the counter and began preparing the feast you had originally planned to be ready for them as soon as they stepped foot through the door. Shortly after you started cooking both boys came home, laughing slightly at a previous conversation they had, and coming to cuddle behind you to greet you.

Deku was the first to cradle you from behind, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into him, deeply inhaling the fresh scent of your perfume as he hummed against your neck. He kissed the nape of your neck and stepped back, letting Todoroki swiftly glide in and spin you around by the hand,pulling you to his chest as he kissed your knuckles.

“Hello my love, how was your day? We missed you.” Shotos voice was soft and warm, his eyes lazily staring into yours as if he was love drunk already.

“Welcome home my darlings, it was okay, better now that you’re both home. Sorry dinner is taking a little longer than expected, i ended up getting caught at the store and only just came home about half an hour ago.” Deku cooed gently as he sat down at the kitchen counter, dropping his bags to the floor gently.

“Hey it’s okay babe, don’t worry! We were a little late too, there was this cat that looked like you and I couldn’t stop staring at it, it was so freakin cute! Here look, I got a photo to show you.” As he flipped the phone over and unlocked the home screen, he noticed hed accidentally opened your phone instead. As he went to lock it again he saw a flash of an unread message ping to the top of your screen,

“Can’t believe you’re so hot now! Let me know when I can see you again and we’ll grab some drinks.”

Dekus eyes stared blankly at the message, he hadn’t meant to look at it,he would never invade your privacy like that, even after the multiple times youd said he could if he ever wanted to. The tears started to well as his lower lip quivered, he shot his eyes up to you and locked your phone.

“Are…you okay? Did you think about the cat again?” Shoto offered, putting him arm around dekus shoulder, pulling him slightly into his chest.

“Sweetheart are you okay? What happened?” The worry in your voice only making the tears eventually fall down his cheeks.

“I didn’t mean to read it im sorry, I just….why was someone saying you were super hot? Is everything okay? Did I do something to make you feel unsatisfied? Im so sorry my love, please tell me how I can be enough for you.” The shaking of his voice made Shoto look up at you, concern lacing his beautiful stoic face,

“My love, what’s he talking about? Are you wanting to add someone to our dynamic because if so…. I feel like that needs to be a group discussion.”

You jumped closer to them, holding dekus hands in yours as he shook, the dinner swimming away behind you gently.

“My darling please, it’s nothing like that at all! I’d bumped into someone at the store earlier and we exchanged number to have a catch-up! I told him I was happy with you two, in a beautifully loving relationship, but Yano how some people can be….they hear poly and expect anyone to be able to join in. I swear to you, you’re both the only people I want in my life. I couldn’t be happier.” You kissed his hands as you tried to reassure them both. His eyes glossy and dewy, trying to stifle back the tears as he nodded his head, resting it more into shotos chest.

“I just…I love you both so much, I can’t imagine not being with you. And the thought of you thinking i wasnt enough…” the tears welled again, his eyes big and shaking, searching desperately for confirmation of your love. You stood him up next to Shoto and cuddled them both tightly, pulling them both to your chest and kissing the tops of their heads.

“I could never want anything more than what we have. Ever.” Deku lifted his head to look at you as you placed a tender, loving kiss to his lips. Moving your hands to cradle his face, wiping his tears away as he hummed against your kiss. You then rested your forehead against his, as Shoto placed his hands around both of your waists, anchoring you to the moment. You pressed another kiss to his lips and deepened it, the warmth of your heart now stirring something in your pelvis. The deeper you kissed, the more punishing the heat rose inside of you. You turned to Shoto and placed your hand around the back of his neck, pulling him into a deep passionate kiss as well. His hands warmed your side as the kiss quickened, reaching towards dekus face and pulling him to join the kiss. The three of you shared a beautiful tender, passionate kiss, tongues flicking between each others and hands wandering over each others bodies. As the moment became increasingly more passionate, you began to pull them to the sofa, desperate to prove your love to both of them.

You sat on first, deku sitting next to you and Shoto kneeling inbetween your legs. The kisses continued between you and Deku as Shoto started kissing your neck and pulling you into him tighter. The more Shoto kissed, the more he pulled your T-shirt up and then started peppering tiny bites across your chest. As he bit, you started tracing your hands over Deku, admiring him and whispering sweet praises into his open mouth. The harder Shoto bit, the louder you gasped, then leading one hand to his hair and pulling it slightly, teasing him. Deku took his shirt off and you undid his trousers, begging Shoto to do the same. Once you were all in your underwear, the more desperately Deku kissed you, finally relishing in his hormones, showing you how badly he wanted you. The deeper he kissed the more Shoto danced his fingers up your thighs and started rubbing your clit. You moaned into dekus mouth as shotos fingers warmed you, feeling the heat rise further in your pussy, begging for more friction. You started to touch Dekus thighs as he grinded against your hand, praying for you to stroke him. With your other hand you tried to reach for Shoto, begging for him to put his dick inside of you. You thrust your hips closer to him as he started to grind against you, teasing you with only the slight fabric between you two. You started to kiss down Dekus body before grabbing his dick from his boxers and taking him in your mouth. As soon as you started to suck, Shotos restraint snapped and he needed to be inside of you. He tried to go slow at first, knowing how sensitive you could be, but seeing you please Deku, and the way his mouth gaped open only made him thrust harder into you. The harder he thrust the faster you moved your mouth and tongue along Dekus length, drawing his cum out as best you could. His moans filled the air with shotos grunting lowly filling the spaces inbetween. Shoto relentlessly pounded, holding onto your hips as he thrusted into you, whispering sweet nothings about how good you felt and how good Deku looked as you sucked his dick. Deku whimpered at the feel of your tongue dancing around his head, reaching over you to play with your clit as Shoto forced himself into you. The breathy moans escaped the sides of your mouth as you desperately tried to satisfy both your loving boys. As you started to cum, Shoto buried his face into Dekus, tongues lapping at each others as you shook beneath them. Dekus orgasm was close behind yours, filling your throat with his hot cum, almost choking on how well you swallowed him. Shotos heat rose as his fingers bruised into your hips, slowly pounding deeper into you as he unraveled inside of you. After you all stopped shaking, you lifted your head up and pulled them both to your chest, panting and cradling them onto you, all collapsing into a beautiful puddle of post orgasm euphoria and love.

When your breathing returned, you whispered sweet praises to both of them, reassuring them both that this was your own personal heaven, and that not even all might himself could take you away from this moment you were all in.

“I’d rather not think about all might right now my love.” Shoto said, his breathing still shakey slightly.

“Yeah, probably not the best metaphor im afraid.” You giggled,

“I don’t mind it.” Deku giggled, as he gently closed his eyes and snuggled closer to you.