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“She looks fucking gorgeous.” Shoto opted not to respond to the comment choosing instead to focus on the soft rain that cascaded down his window pane.

With the soft plat! of the magazine on his wooden desk, however, Shoto begrudgingly made eye contact with his former classmate.

He had previously sat comfortably in his chair but now he shifted with uncertainty as the air around him squeezed him in shame.

“She does.” He agreed, looking down at the braided coils and brown skin that donned the magazine cover.

The soft plattering of water echoed on the walls around the two men as neither looked up from the thin paper booklet.

“You fucked up letting that one go.” The hero spoke again after a few beats. The palpable energy in the room rivaled that of a battle zone. Two men who seemingly once had everything and lost it all.

“There’s nothing better you have to do, Bakugo?”

“Ha, then rub this shit in your face?” Shoto let out a sigh.

“Y’kno, when you got her in the end, I swallowed my pride for her sake,” He smirked but his red eyes glowed in the dark room, screaming with something deeper than petulant contempt. “Turns out I gave her up for some righteous bastard who doesn’t even know what he got.“

The wind swirled outside as Shoto sat in silence in the dimmed room. He knew he was right.

“Fix it.” He spat.

hiii I just wanted to let you know that I love how you write !!! You should continue writing bc I literally love it when you appear on my tl 💗💗

omg my heart tysm 🥰😭😭 i shall continue to write just for u anon 🤞

☞𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐀𝐫𝐞

𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴; will schofield

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨; angst, war trauma, ptsd, arguments, smut included

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“ˢᵒᵐᵉᵈᵃʸ ᵈᵃʳˡⁱⁿᵍ, ˢᵒᵐᵉʷʰᵉʳᵉ

ⁿᵉᵃʳᵉʳ ᵒʳ ᶠᵃʳ

ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐˢ ʷⁱˡˡ ᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵗʳᵘᵉ ᵈᵉᵃʳ

ʷʰᵉʳᵉᵛᵉʳ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ,”

The soft summer breeze sifted around your bare legs as you sat in your backyard. It was the beginning of April and you could already see the summer pink blossoms on the trees. Thus marking today the perfect day to have a barbecue. You & Will’s friends; Amy and Booker - whom he had met in the war - to spend the day with you.

“Oh, look at those clouds.” Booker exclaimed, hand equipped with a charred spatula flicking up towards those sky.

“Yes, they always look so beautiful this time of year.” Amy calmly noted as she sat in the lawn chair next to yours with a glass of lemonade in hand, handing you one as well.

“You tend to find yourself looking up a lot,” Booker murmured, eyes wandering a bit. A habit you often found your own William doing. A mindless habit, one you probably would never notice if you weren’t aware of what the two young men had been through. Booker never seemed to finish his sentence as Will walked out the house with a case of beers.

You stared at your fiancé’s back as he set the case on the table which also held various buns, condiments and drink for your little get together. It had been your idea at first, enlisting your neighbor and long time friend Amy who then convinced her husband for the barbecue. You had known Amy for years, originally growing up together then being there for each other as you both watched those you loved walk in to battle, some never returning.

But Will did, and you couldn’t wish for anything else. Every day spent waiting in the living room for that knock at the door, every night staying awake with the thought of his face - it eventually turning blurred and scarred behind your eyelids.

Yet even when he had came back, you felt some part you loved of him had been left and not to be returned. Forever lost on that battlefield with the remains of the war and other lost soldiers never to return to their families. And you hated to say it but you missed it. You missed when he would happily kiss your forehead, not grimace at the sight of your eye contact. You missed him yet there he stood.

Which is what he had done often since he had returned. He stood with a odd sense of uncertainty, that of a ex-soldier that was waiting to be ordered to return to the battlefield. His back - that he rarely let you caress anymore - seemed to shake with tension. You lowered your eyes as your heart ached, mind trailing back to the multiple arguments you both had had on the subject of his return. Where you would scream for him to just look at you again, with that look he once held of you. That look that held so much love and not sadness. Where he would just stare at you before leaving the house, not returning for hours. Your heart yearned for a man that had been lost amidst bullet showers and smoky fire.

As the soft jazz continued, suddenly Amy jumped up in excitement. The unexpected noise from the chair snapping shut undoubtedly causing the rigid tremor in Will’s throat. “Oh, I adore this song!” She sang, putting her finished cup on the side table.

“Yes, we know dear.”

“Mm, dance with me, Book.” She muttered as she kicked off her peach heels. You smiled at the image of your friends.

“Darling, I’ve gotta tend to the food.” He sang in the same tune. He seemed he didn’t mean his words though as Amy’s hand would later replace the spatula. They would enter a rehearsed routine to the jazz number. Their bodies seemed to melt into tune with each other as if they were made for one and other. You stood from the chair softly, smile still tight as you silently cheered on your friends.

In an effort to show your admiration to your fiancé, you turned to where he had just stood yet the yard was barren. This instantly took the smile from your face replacing it with worry. Had he gone again? Not to be seen for hours?

Leaving the jazz and laughter behind, you walked into the eerily silent house. It was empty save for your dog which you had gotten to keep you company all those years. You started with the entryway then the kitchen yet no sign of Will. Finally hearing a soft thump from the floor above you, you began your way upstairs to the bedroom where he awaited.

“William?” You whispered, slowly moving the door open with your fingers.

“Y-yes, I’m here.” He responded from within.

Your feet hesitantly trailed inside, eyes uncertain of what it may see. He sat with his back to you, crouched over attending to something on the floor.

“Are you oka-“

“I just needed a moment, is all.” He quickly shut you off.

Silence befell you both as the soft pangs from the vibrations of the music outside sounded throughout the room. Whenever he was like this you had zero idea how to comfort him. It was like he was a rose, beautiful but hurt to touch. Moments would pass before either of you would speak again.

You stood in place in front of the door as Will rose from the bed, car keys in hand. You starred at his clenched fist as he crossed the room to retrieve his jacket.

“Where are you going?” Seemingly not hearing your question, Will continued stopping in front of you, waiting for you to clear his path.

“Will,”

“I need to go.” He refused to make eye contact with you.

“William, please.”

“Move.” He muttered.

You didn’t speak. You had never seen him like this. His hands clenched tight, arms rigid and unmoving. It scared you for he was almost unrecognizable.

The next moments would go by in a flash. Will would slam the keys on the stand next to you, turning his back to you. You jumped backwards at the speed of his movements. His back seemed to rise and fall abnormally like he was out of breath. He moved across from you, resting his hands on the dresser that stood on the opposite wall.

Despite every bone in your body telling you to leave him, you stayed. You slowly began to move his timid breathing. You now stood behind him, hands hesitantly moving up his back but not touching it out of fear. “Will?” You murmured, finally trailing his muscles. “Baby?”

His back jumped at your touch before slowly relaxing. You felt it vibrate under your fingertips as he seemed to speak. “Hmm?”

It was then he would turn around, eyes slowly trailing up your form to meet with yours. They seemed to scream at you yet he stood perfectly still inches in front of you. Both your bodies pulled towards each other in a almost mindless motion.

Your hands carefully rose up to cup his face bringing towards yours. You both would envelope into a small kiss as if you both were slowly testing a invisible waters within each other. Slowly backing up towards the bed, you both helped the other undress.

Your fingers would make a symphony of his scars as you caressed his chest. He touched you as if you had blossomed into something new, marking words into your flesh to be revised later. You knew he’d come back yet he showed you he had never left. He showed you he had never truly left, that his touch had resided on you, his words traced your being.

He may have been through death itself yet you loved the man who walked out of it. And his touch assured you that you’d find him, wherever he was.

i 100% believe that katsuki would only confess when he thinks you can’t hear him

either when loud music is playing or when your sleeping

if it’s the latter then it’s after movie night when everyone has gone to bed

and you’re half asleep on the couch

he is obviously tasked with bringing you to bed but he can’t help but to stare at you for a few seconds

this would probably be the softest katsuki would be (cause he’s tired and it’s after his bedtime)

“y/n.” he called out lowly, with no intention of actually waking you.

when you don’t wake up is when he’d look away. “y’know you’re more tolerable like this.. your dumbass never shuts up.” a ripple went through the couch as he chuckled slightly. who knew bakugo katsuki could laugh?

“how’d you fall asleep anyway?” his tone rises a bit before he remembered you were sleeping. “how much sleep did you get last night?”

“fuck i don’t care.” he stopped himself for a second. silence enveloping the room except for your snores.

“i’ve seen you hanging with shitty hair. don’t think i don’t notice.” he paused briefly. “fuck that, do what you want, i couldn’t care less.”

he could’ve sworn he saw you laugh but he ignored it. “i hate your dumbass…” he rubbed his face. “you’ve made me fall for you.”

i need moots like bad

imagining a love-struck shoto following you around because he just doesn’t know how else to express his feelings. and when you confront him he’s just like 😄🥰 cause you’re finally showing him attention.

“stop following me like a lost puppy.” you rolled your eyes, finally turning around to confront your tail.

“but I like you.”

“i’ve told you this already, you do not like me.”

“why not?”

“because you can’t like me.” this seems to surprise him for a second, causing him to stop and think.

“but-“ he began, almost second guessing himself. “mina and jirou told me that when your heart quickens and your palms get sweaty around someone then you like them. so you should know that i like you.” his eyes bored into yours as if this was common sense, hand going to grab yours.

“see, your hand fits perfectly in mine.” his fingers clasped onto your hand.

rolling your eyes at his whole charade you turned and continued walking, hand in hand.

idk how on purpose it was, but i love how in 1917 the generals are played by big actors while Sco and Blake were pretty new to the movie scene, bc the generals are the faces of the wars and the soldiers all unknown, it's a neat detail and I wanna believe they did it with intention

𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘

pairing: shoto todoroki x chubby reader

word count: 950+

a/n: this was suppose to be for kinktober (day seven: breeding) but i never got round to it. however now i have and i have had the inspiration to do it so i hope you all like it. i know it doesn't count as kinktober anymore but i hope you all enjoy it <3 todoroki is a real strong hero and could pick me up and anyone else up, he likes his women thick <3 i'm not sure if i like this or not but i've never written anything for todoroki before and i enjoyed it! ‧₊˚✩‧₊˚♡‧₊˚

warnings: breeding, mentions of starting a family, real fluffy, established relationship, unprotected sex, cumming inside/creampie, pretty vanilla  +18 mdni

Todoroki has this visceral need to breed you, at the beginning of your relationship with Shoto both of you had little experience in relationships and took it slow, now all Todoroki wants is to fill you up with his cum.

He blames Iida. Iida's settled down and has a wonderful wife and kids. The problem is when you both went to visit Iida for the day. Todoroki's never given much thought to being a father before, his father was so awful so he doesn't know if he'd be any good at raising children but seeing you there playing with Iida's kid changed something in him. He wants that, he needs that, you and him raising a beautiful child and starting a family.

Sweet little Iida junior clinging onto you, laughing so loud, you look so happy, completely in your element. He wonders what your children will look like? What quirks would they have? What eye colour would they have? Would they take after you or him, would they be more focused and stoic or more chaotic and emotional like you, where they wear their heart on their sleeve?

He loves you so much, he knows you'd be a wonderful mother and he hopes he'd be a good father, whatever happens you'd support each other and your children will have a better childhood than both of you.

After you left Iida's place Shoto jumped on you, it's a rather unusual thing. Most of the time sex with Todoroki is slow and passionate, in bed. It's rare to have him not being able to control himself as he pushes you against the hallway and pins you down, showing no restraint. Shoto's kissing you with such ferocity, making you dizzy. Before you can even try and get your thoughts coherent in a sentence he lifts you up and carries you to the living room, pulling you both down to the sofa. He's not the most buff of heroes but times like this you remember how strong he really is, being able to carry you like you weigh nothing. You'd be telling him you can carry yourself in other situations but you're still feeling dizzy from the kisses and having him carry you is probably the best thing as you're not sure that your legs wouldn't shake and you'd fall over.

The first time Shoto groaned into your ear about how he wants to breed you, you short circuited for a second, as you clenched around him, you've never heard him talk like that but god does it turn you on. He smirks as he knows that you feel the same, the conformation that he needed, you feel the same as he does. "Would you like that princess? You full of my cum?" His thrusts get more rough and you swear he's somehow more deeper in you. "You're perfect my love, want to see you carrying our child, want to see you all cute and beautiful."

The more he talks the more loud you get, of course you've thought about starting a family with Shoto and hearing him talk the same is filling you with such joy. You love him more than anything and having a little family with him is a dream.

Todoroki has his hands all over you, grabbing whatever he can. He's getting more and more rough as he's thinking about cumming in you. Holding you body against his, he's rolling one of your nipples between his fingers, making you increase you moans more. He's grabbing your pudgy soft sides as he ploughs into you, definitely leaving bruising. "Fuck princess, you're going to take my cum like a good girl, right? Like the good girl i know you are."

"Y-yeah, yeah, i promise sho' i will. want it so bad, so bad Sho', need you." you say through moans, wrapping your legs around his waist.

"Good girl," he groans as he grabs the fat of your thighs, pushing your thighs up and against your body. "Love you so much, my love."

"l-love you too sh-sho', please-"

His pace gets more erratic as he's close to cumming, "shit, shit, i'm going to cum princess. You want to cum with me, yeah?" You quickly nod your head, losing your voice knowing that it'll all be jumbled up before it comes out of your mouth. Todoroki drops one of your thighs, resting it against his shoulder as he rubs your clit. Most of the time during sex Shoto is gentle with you but right now he's harshly rubbing against you at a forgiving pace. Even though he's being rough he's still your Shoto with his lips leaving soft touches and cherishing you. it makes you feel so good, the rough thrusts with the harsh touches and the soft kisses against your neck. it takes less than 10 seconds for you to come undone, arching your back pressing yourself against him and slightly shaking. Todoroki cums after you as he feels you clench around him, groaning into your ear.

You feel warm as he feels you up and you can't help but clench around him again. Still hard, Todoroki smiles as he pulls you both to the side so you can cuddle up on the sofa with him still in you. "Sho' you're still in me."

"Of course I am my love I don't want any of my cum to spill out." He says softly against you, reaching around you, placing his hand on your stomach and resting his face against your neck.

You both smile and you know that you'll have to have a proper talk about this all tomorrow but for now you're sleepy and you want to rest. "'Sho i'm still on birth control," you say, before you yawn.

"We'll have to fix that then," he says before you both drift off to sleep.

shoto the type to wait till sum1 leave the room to start running his mouth about their outfit

dad! shoto the type to sleep with the kids at any minor argument just to further annoy you

shoto the type to speedrun the enderdragon in under 3 hours

shoto the type to pretend to be dead in order to avoid sum1

shoto the type to cry during the class 1-A’s Big Hero 6 viewing

adult! shoto the type to thank you for the meal before going down on you