My Hero Academia x Reader Oneshots/Lemons

My Hero... | Shoto Todoroki x Reader Lemon (Request)

This is a request by chatnoirlover20

Can you please do a Todoroki x Female!Reader lemon, pretty please?

Enjoy
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Your Pov

Dreams were never achievable in my eyes. Aspirations just crumbled before me and turned into dust the minute I managed to achieve it. Everything I wanted to be, never seemed to be realistic. Anyone who heard them crushed them before I could get a word in edgeways. People mocked me. Bullies taunted me. All the hope I could ever have, trampled on by these self - centered jokes of people.

"You're a pathetic, quirkless kid! There's no reason for you to be a hero!..."

As a child, I'd run around the house pretending to be the greatest hero the world had ever seen. Dressing up as Midnight or All Might wanting to save the day with my all powerful quirk. Being someone who anyone could look to for guidance, for help. Being a rock. Wanting to be exactly like the heroes on the televisions. Knowing that if I ever needed to be rescued, they'd come and find me and save me...

At the age of eleven, my aspirations gush down the drain in a matter of days. Just like any other day, I was heading home from school, on my own, minding my own business. Until a man, a very strange villainous looking man, grabbed a hold of me, his grip tight like chains. Kept muttering to himself how I was going to be a great asset to his plans. Heroes came flooding in to save me but he wasn't alone. He had other villains with him, evilly chuckling to themselves as they fought the professionals, managing to beat them as my captor dragged a thrashing me into a portal. Whisking me away from civilisation.

They locked me up. Chucked me into a rusty, barred cell that stank of rotten corpses and sewage. Forcing me to look isolation in the eyes. Food scarcely got given go me, I only got scraps or leftovers (if there were any). Water, a huge necessity, was dry, rank and full of dirt. The dark, grimy rats became my only source of companionship. Hope never ran dry... Every day, for the days, weeks, months and years that went by I hoped to one day be saved from the League of Villains.

Well... They never came...

For seven whole years, I'd been confined. Locked up in chains, weighed down by metal weights, fed morsels of food, drank drops of water, faced violence and abuse. All of it, alone. No one came to my aid, to be my rock, to be my mountain when I needed stability. Life wasn't all sun shines, rainbows, unicorns and heroes. I was let down by the people I needed the most. My idols were no where, not to be seen or heard from. I thought, after so long, they were going to kill me. Get rid of a useless piece of rubbish just wavering around their base.

But they never did... They let me suffer until I busted out myself!

After going through years of torture, I managed to escape. Using my out - of - control quirk, the thugs were blown off their feet. The leaders, what I presumed be their leaders, couldn't believe their eyes as I whisked away out into the streets with a cry of freedom.

That's when the heroes came for me. Asking if I was okay. Checking me over for any injuries. Wanting to know where I had come from, if anymore villains were after me.

They came seven years too late...

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Sighing softly, I twirl a strand of hair around my index finger as I read through a book. A simple thriller that entices any reader in by the first page. A small breeze wafts through the air, my hair chasing after it. A simple summers day. Not a cloud in the sky, only the sun beaming down on the dry land. The grass swaying softly in the soft breeze. It was peaceful, quiet and tranquil in the small space that I was in.