#yandere!shouto

[wttcsms]

we play our fantasies out in real life ways ; shouto todoroki.

pairing shouto todoroki x f!reader  word count 2.7k  synopsis knocking up his sugar baby seems (and feels) like a dream come true for the future ceo and youngest son of japan’s richest conglomerate family. content contains sugar daddy!shouto, yandere themes, car sex, creampie, breeding kink, quirkless au, ceo!shouto, tiny daddy kink author’s notes this is a repost of an old fic but pls tell me we are still horny 4 shouto. also ignore the Tesla promo, i was feeling silly when i wrote this </3

He can have anything he wants, you know.

And of course you know this. Of course you do. It’s hard to ignore this fact whenever he’s the exact reason your closet is overflowing with more dresses than you know what to do with; why your dresser can barely stay shut due to the amount of lacy lingerie you’ve had to shove in them; why you’re a third year college student driving to campus with a brand new Mercedes that technically isn’t even supposed to be out on the market ‘til next month. 

He can have anything he wants, and because you’re his, by extension, you have the power to make all your material wishes come true, too. All you have to do is ask him.

All you have to do is look up at him and give him those puppy dog eyes of yours and say, “please, daddy, can I cum?” and he’ll let you. You know he will, because stoic Shouto Todoroki, the future CEO and prized son of the Todoroki clan that happens to be one of the most famous conglomerate families in all of Japan, just can’t seem to say no to you. He signs off multi-billion yen deals as easily as one blinks and running multiple companies is just something he’s been born to do. It’s no easy feat to give commands to such a powerful man. 

And yet, one look and a tiny whimper is all it takes to turn him into putty in your hands. 

It’s always an out of body experience when you’re with Shouto. Being with him is like constantly being the main character of a movie. He rents out entire restaurants so the two of you can dine away from prying eyes. He sends you good morning and good night texts every single day. (One time you joked about him forcing his assistant to do it because there’s no way a busy man like him would ever have time to do something so insignificant; he didn’t like that you couldn’t seem to wrap your head around the concept of you being someone very important to him.) Shouto is incredibly good to you, incredibly good for you.

He’s incredibly good with a lot of things. Taking care of you, for one. Taking care of all his businesses, for another. And right now, he’s taking real good care of your cunt when he’s got three of his fingers knuckles deep in you. 

The windows to his sleek, outrageously priced car are tinted so dark, even you struggle to see through the windshield. You always tell him it’s dangerous, but he reminds you that there are always reasons for the things he does. You wonder if getting tinted windows so he could fuck his college student sugar baby with some semblance of privacy is the reason. 

And then all thinking on your end comes to a stop when he nips at the skin of your neck, biting down softly and getting you to let out a tiny whimper. It doesn’t hurt. You don’t think Shouto is even capable of hurting you; not because you’re some unbreakable being, but because you don’t think the calloused hands that have caressed every centimeter of your body is capable of harming you. 

The two of you are currently parked in the lot right outside the building where his main office is located. In about ten minutes, the parking lot will be flooded with employees who have just clocked out and are getting ready to speed home. In about ten minutes, anyone could accidentally (or purposely) become a little voyeur to the activities going down in the future CEO’s luxury car. 

Your back is pressed against his chest. More often than not, you find yourself naked while he’s practically still dressed, and it’s the same thing that’s happening right now. The buttons on his shirt are digging into your back, but you can’t find it in you to complain. Instead, you focus on gripping the wrist of the hand that’s in between your thighs. The sleeves of his button down shirt are rolled up, and if you take your tiny fingers just a bit higher, you can feel the veins running down his arm. 

“Tell me what you want, baby.” The baritone of his voice is smooth, calm, collected — in control. Because you can make any request in the world, and Shouto will fulfill it for you, but that does not mean that you are the one who makes the final decisions. At the end of the day, everything you have, everything that is given to you, is because of him, because of the decisions he makes for you.

His eagerness to gift you the world thinly veils the true depth of your submission to him. A subconscious part of you is well aware of the power imbalance in this relationship, but if all has been well these past two years, then surely it’ll only be smooth sailing from here?

You lean back, leaning into his warmth, breathing deeply to inhale the scent of his spicy cologne that costs more than your textbooks (that he bought for you). 

“D-daddy.” You moan out, trying to coax him deeper in your tight little cunt, as if his fingers aren’t already as deep as they can go, spreading out your hole to prep you for what he knows you truly crave. 

“You’ve got to speak up, love. I can’t give you anything if you don’t tell me what to give you.” His breath is warm against your ear, and it’s so hot in the car. So, so hot. You wonder if it’s just you feeling the heat, though. Shouto seems as collected as ever, not the least bit uncomfortable at all. 

“Mmm — w-want you.” You wriggle a bit in his lap, but his free hand grips your side and squeezes you with a firm, nonverbal command to stop moving. You do, immediately. Because that’s what you always do: follow his command. 

“I know you do.” He coos, finally moving his fingers. It’s agonizingly slow,��too slow. The car is silent save for your little pants and the obscene wet sounds that come as a result of his fingers thrusting in your wet cunt. 

“Faster, daddy.” You whine out, looking up at him. The sun is setting, and despite the tint of the windows, the orange glow from the sun still shines against his smooth skin, casting his face into something that’s half sunset/half shadow. It’s a good look; a sharp contrast that matches his hair. Seeing your blatant admiration of him only spurs him to give in and go faster. He had planned on drawing this out for as long as he possibly could. He had originally wanted to coax you into as many orgasms ‘til you were nothing but a fucked out little mess, too worn out to pay attention or even care when he finishes your little session with you plugged up with his cum. 

The lives of children born into the Todoroki family are more cursed than it is blessed, and Shouto had, a very long time ago, made a vow that he would never continue the bloodline. He would have no children, which would be easy because he planned on never having a lover.

And then he met you, started providing for you, realized how much he enjoyed providing, and realized even more that the only way to strengthen this transactional relationship is by forcing your hand. He likes to think that you would stay with him willingly, but there are some chances that he’s just not willing to take; there are some extremes that he’s all too entirely happy to go far to, though. 

Your sweet moans mix in well with the lewd sounds of your pussy getting thoroughly fingerfucked. His fingers are so much longer than yours, can reach spots inside of you that you can’t quite reach yourself. He’s efficient with anything and everything he does, and you’re not surprised when he doesn’t slow his pace. The consistent strokes of his fingers, your lowered inhibitions when around Shouto, and the look on his face (equal parts concentration and adoration) all help in making you cum all over his hand. 

“Good girl.” Shouto whispers, removing his fingers and holding his hand up. The sunlight beaming through makes his digits glisten even more, and you’re enraptured as you watch him bring his fingers to his lips to suck your essence off of them. Piercing heterochromatic eyes never leave yours as he sucks on them, and you have to turn away from embarrassment. How can he keep such a straight face when literally licking your cum off his fingers? 

“Don’t turn away from me.” His hand — still wet — grips your chin and forces you to look at him again. “I don’t like it when you shy away from me.” 

You nod meekly, and Shouto sighs. 

“You shouldn’t be shy around me. I don’t like making you feel uncomfortable, you know that, don’t you?” 

You nod again, a subtle, barely there move. He’s not impressed. 

“Answer me properly.” There’s a hard edge to his tone, and you sit up a little straighter. Shouto would never lay a hand on you with the intent to physically harm you, but he’s not above roughing you up during sex. You’ve heard him get this way before, and the imprint of his fingertips and the purple hickeys littering your poor body took three days to fade properly. 

“I’m sorry, daddy.” You say with a pout, trying to conjure up any sort of leniency he can spare. Judging by his facial expression and the wavering look in his eyes, he’s already softening up. You just have to make it up to him now to have his complete forgiveness.

Maneuvering in the limited space the driver’s seat gives is no easy task, but you manage to shift positions to where you’re straddling his lap, finally facing him properly. He’s leaned back, watching you with a hungry glint in his eyes that makes you feel like the most wanted girl in all of Japan. A surge of heat flows through your body, from the tips of your ears to your cheeks and all the way down to between your thighs. If you were in a different position, you could clench them together, try to rub your thighs in an attempt to ease the need for friction. 

Your fingers make quick work of his belt and his zipper, pulling down on both the waistband of his slacks and his briefs to finally free his cock. He’s already hard, and you admire the way your hand can’t even wrap fully around him. The tip is flushed red, pearly beads of precum already present. 

This is the part where you look up at him, almost as if you’re unsure about what to do. You don’t know what it does to him, to see you sitting on his lap with his cock looking outrageously large in your tiny hands. He can see your pretty pussy practically dripping all over his slacks. Now’s not the time for you to be playing the role of an innocent, unsure little girl, but then it hits him: you’re asking him for permission. He almost lets out a bark of laughter. 

“You’ve already taken it upon yourself to tear into my pants and make a grab for my cock. Surely you don’t expect me to beg to fuck your little hole now, do you?” He has a cold smile on his face as he brings you closer to him. “I thought this was my apology. Don’t tell me you’re going to make me do all the work?”

“O-of course not!” You look startled at the suggestion, eyes going big and round. He looks at you expectantly, as if telling you to do something. 

It always burns when you first take him. It doesn’t matter how many times he makes you cums, doesn’t matter how long he spends stretching you out on his fingers. By now, your pussy should have memorized the feel of his dick, should have been moulded to fit him and only him. And while there’s a tiny flash of pain and discomfort for you (which Shouto hates), it’s hard not to be in love with the feel of just how tight you are. 

The stinging pain is brief, though, and is easily replaced by one of satisfaction from being stuffed by the prettiest, fattest cock you’ve ever taken in your life. 

You moan, rocking your hips back and forth. Maybe this was originally supposed to be an apology to him, but it feels more like you’re using him as your own personal toy, and Shouto really couldn’t care less. After all, if it brings you pleasure, it brings him pleasure. 

“Are you enjoying yourself, baby? What would happen if I never met you, hmm? Are you willing to spread those pretty legs of yours for any man?” He says the last sentence with a tone sharper than usual. You shake your head as you continue to rut against him, chasing after your own high because you might not be a simpleminded slut for anyone, but you are nothing more than a cockslut when it comes to Shouto. 

“Ah — fuck, fuck, fuck!” You moan out, falling against his chest, burying your face into the space between his shoulder and neck. “D-daddy, fuck!”

He holds you close to him as you cum, not even minding the mess you’ve made of his work pants. “Daddy’s got you.” He coos, his hand finding the back of your neck and squeezing you there, gently. “You must be tired now…”

You’re still too fucked out to really comprehend what’s exactly going on ‘til it’s happening, but even with your slow reaction times, you still manage to let out a slutty moan as you feel Shouto thrusting up into you. It must be uncomfortable, you think. This position doesn’t make it exactly easy for him to chase after his own pleasure, but then you remember that Shouto Todoroki doesn’t back down or break down when it comes to challenges.

He perseveres. 

You’re like a rag doll, like a personal little fucktoy, made for him to use (and maybe even break) as he pleases. Every thrust is sharp and intense, and his teeth are clenched as he continues to use you, enjoying the warmth of your tight walls and admiring the ring of white that coats and clings to his dick every time he pulls out. 

It doesn’t take him much longer to finally finish; he grabs you by your hips, raising you slightly before abruptly pushing you down on his cock, making sure that he’s nestled as deeply in you as he can be when he finally cums. He’s breathing a bit harder as he comes down, and then he’s grabbing you by your hair, making you stare at him. 

His cheeks are flushed, there’s some slight sweat building up on his forehead, his shirt is wrinkled. He’s never looked better. You’ve never felt better. 

Or, more accurately, never felt fuller. 

“Shouto, did you c…” You can’t even finish the sentence. Did you cum inside? Not like you have to; you know the answer. Some of it is dripping out of you. 

All he does is give you that small smile, the one that he rarely lets anyone see, and starts up the car. 

If he doesn’t want to talk now, there’s no way you can get him to answer properly. You try to remove yourself from his lap and make your ungraceful, disgusting journey to the passenger seat, but Shouto places a firm hand on your waist, forcing you back down.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“Shouto, you can’t possibly drive while I’m sitting here on your lap.”

“I bought a Tesla for a reason.” 

Right. Because everything Shouto does has a reason for it.

You think about this on the drive back to his penthouse, a little bit of fear building up in your lower belly. Shouto does everything for a reason, and what’s the reason for any man cumming inside?

#shouto todoroki x reader #todoroki x reader #shoto todoroki x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #one shot #yandere #smut #shouto todoroki smut #drabble #imagine

[hitoshiyoshi]

devotion | todoroki shouto

synopsis ↬ shouto will do anything for you to join the todoroki bloodline

warnings ↬ BARELY EDITED, arranged marriage, yandere, implied virginity loss, noncon/dubcon? (consent is implied but not said), cheating? (the reader isn't dating but is talking to someone), manipulation, quirk use, dr*gging (aphrodisiac), the reader has a quirk (dual or half-water half-fire), mention of past child abuse, bribery, bride-price (?), you have an ill parent, slow burn with important details in the buildup, mild bakugou slander, orgasm denial, choking, creampie, let me know if I've forgotten something

pairings ↬ yandere!pro-hero!todoroki shouto x f!reader (she/her pronouns used)

word count ↬ 13.4k

Anxious footsteps pace throughout your family's home for the entirety of the day. Nearly every room had been refurbished and decorated with new exquisite objects; vastly different from the usually peaceful and simplistic setting that you were used to. Expensive paintings and unique ornaments are strung along the walls, refining your home while, in the process, making you feel out of place. Various cleaners were brought to help tidy the house while other drastic measures were taken for one 'special' day. Your mother meticulously scrutinized every detail, checking to make sure each nook and cranny was spotless. It took days of countless trial and error for her to feel a sense of security in the newly renovated home. However, while your mother was satisfied with the results, you strongly hated them.

The home you first entered as a newborn and took your first steps into adulthood had been uplifted and changed before your eyes. Of course, your mother wouldn't listen to any of your whining or complaints. Always shutting down your questions or ignoring you when you try to inquire about her strange decisions. By now, you were used to her being dismissive about each of her design choices. When she asked you to assist her in the final preparations, you weren't fazed by her skittish demeanor; she'd been acting like this since the beginning. The whole day was spent cooking and finalizing the decor of your home until your mother could breathe a sigh of relief.

When asking your mother why the preparations were so intricate and time-consuming, as she sliced some vegetables for a stew, she replied:

"The Todoroki Family will be coming over tonight for dinner." She explained her desire to make your home welcoming for them. It had been some years since you had seen the entire family together, specifically the patriarch, Todoroki Enji.

Natsuo and Fuyumi became familiar faces in your family home over the past few months. It was a kind gesture; they would always make sure to stop over and greet your parents after making a brief stop in your town. The eldest brother, Touya, would write you letters despite being detained in Tartarus. After all these years, you had forgotten his face. It wasn't until you saw his arrest on the news a few years ago that you realized how deeply you missed him. Seeing his reappearance made you emotional but after receiving some of his handwritten letters, you felt more at ease although haunted by his actions. Finally, he paid the unfortunate price for his villainous crimes.

The only member of their family you were excited to see was Shoto.

Years have passed since he graduated from U.A. High School and was now working as a pro-hero and sidekick for his father, Endeavor. Patrolling and training seemed to take a toll on his ability to see you. Being an understanding best friend, you decided not to bother him about his busy schedule since it was something he did not have control over. The time he couldn't spend in person was made up with your late-night calls that would continue until the early hours of the morning. Often, you would fall asleep while still on the phone with him and the dulcet sounds of your snoring lulled his tired body to sleep.

He always gave you updates about every detail of his life. From the villains he captured, to some shenanigans with his buddies from high school. Rei, his mother, seemed to adore you the most out of all the family members — besides Shoto, of course. On one of the last moments you spent with him, he invited you to visit his mother at her new apartment after being released from the hospital. Upon seeing you, her whole face brightened as she beamed a smile and embraced you in her arms. Pinching your cheeks and commenting about how much you've grown since she'd last seen you, Rei was ecstatic. It had been many years since you witnessed her smile, and your heart warmed at the loving woman.

Lately, Rei has been scheduling friendly dates with you in an attempt to get to know you better. You felt a bit guilty for not contacting her while she was hospitalized, but she didn't seem to mind. She would always drop subtle hints about Shoto's affections for you; how his eyes would light up whenever she mentioned your name, how he loves to boast about you to others, or when he becomes saddened when thinking about the little time you two have spent together. To anyone, it seemed like she wanted you two to eventually date but you always brushed it off. Thinking it was her being overly friendly or sharing some light banter, you quickly ignored her ideas. The son of the number one hero could have anyone he wanted, why would he settle for you?

After finishing the preparations, your mother waited patiently by the front door. Occasionally checking her wristwatch while fidgeting anxiously, sometimes pacing back and forth throughout the room. There were only a couple minutes left before the time was nine o'clock. As you watched her, you decided to ask her how she was feeling.

"Is everything alright, Mom?" You asked as you sat only a few feet away from her in a nearby chair.

"Yes. I'm just happy to see an old friend again." Yet, as you examined her demeanor, it was quite clear that she was not 'happy'. In fact, she seemed to emit a sense of dread with her strained facial expression. You decided it was best not to question her too much. After wiping her sweaty palms and checking her watch, she ushers you to stand next to her by the door.

Soon, the ringing doorbell brings you out of your thoughts. Your mother exhales a tense sigh before unlocking the door. Your parents' former employer and close friend Endeavor, along with three of his children, greet your mother. She shyly bows and welcomes the family before stepping back to allow them inside. You can't hear some of the words exchanged between her and Enji, a bubbling excitement of seeing Shoto overpowers your senses. You courtly bow to their father who only responds with a few words of acknowledgment. He's dressed surprisingly formal for a friendly meeting, donning a navy blue suit and tie.

Looking back at the preparations, this had to be more than a light-hearted reunion of old friends. As you moved toward his children, your mother announces something to their father.

"Enji, I'd like to discuss something in a separate room." Your mother says, again fidgeting with her sweaty palms.

"Of course." Leading Enji to another room, your mother soon disappears and leaves you with the task of interacting with the siblings.

You try to give Natsuo and Fuyumi casual hugs after they've removed their coats and shoes. Fuyumi peppers your cheeks with sisterly kisses before handing you to Natsuo who eagerly wraps his arms around you and engulfs you in a strong hug. Lifting you off the ground and spinning before placing you on your feet. They soon maneuver to your living room, since they've both practically memorized the layout of your home; knowing the routine of your family like clockwork.

Next, you move to Shoto, failing to see his twitching brows and deadpan expression as he watches his overly affectionate siblings. You give him a big embrace which he eagerly returns. He chuckles to himself as you have to stand on the tips of your toes to hold him properly; he's grown so much since your last visit. "I've missed you so much..." you whisper into his chest. Pulling you tighter and nuzzling his face into the crook of your shoulder, he could feel his warm heart swell with happiness once having you in his arms again — he's missed your hugs.

He pats your head before letting his hand trail down your lower back, "I've missed you too." After whispering in your ear, he pulls you away, wanting to get a look of your beauty after all these years.

Shoto has been your best friend since you two were children. Always training together and even attending the same school for a brief period of time; you two were inseparable. Shortly after Enji became a hero, your parents began working under his agency. In fact, it was his father who proposed the idea of having you two practice with each other, to which your parents happily agreed. Although you're grateful for Enji's suggestion, the pain he caused Shoto was something you could never forgive him.

Vivid memories replay of Shoto being forced to endure brutal training until his poor body couldn't handle the pain anymore. He soon collapsed on the ground, vomiting up whatever bile was left in his stomach. Enji couldn't spare an ounce of compassion for the son he forcibly groomed into a hero, he left the room as if nothing happened. You rushed towards Shoto, cradling the boy in your arms and trying to keep him from going unconscious until aid arrived. Shoto doesn't remember too much from that day, only waking up in your arms after you nursed him back to health; the angel who saved him, what he thinks of you.

Making his cursed life tolerable with your presence. Your existence brought him peace of mind from that day forward. Drunk on a strange blossoming feeling that made his heart ache whenever you were gone. The years had been cruel to him and the sound of your voice could only do so much. Shoto has been thinking about this day, picturing it in his head before he dozes off to sleep.

Your father, one of the first of many sidekicks under his agency, had a fire quirk. One that easily surpassed Endeavor and could compete with Touya's. While your mother had a strong water quirk, although she was not a pro-hero under his agency and instead dealt with the paperwork. After they married, you weren't aware of this, but Enji was strongly encouraged to find someone with a similar quirk to your mother. Inevitably, he settled with Rei, ice that could compliment his fire.

Perhaps it was a competition to him, your father could've exceeded Enji. Having an ice quirk was no match for a water quirk. He must've known that his place as the number two hero could've been taken by your father — or anyone for that matter — and needed to have strong offspring to compete. Although he was overly excited with Shoto's quirk, once learning that you also had a very similar dual quirk, his joy soon dissipated; half-fire and half-water. Enji needed his legacy to live on and he could sense imminent failure for Shoto. Training together allowed him to observe you and mold his son to defeat you in the future, he thought.

Enji's dominant ways became a nuisance and within a few years of training with Shoto, you decided to abandon your hopes of becoming a hero. If it meant witnessing never-ending abuse and torment, you did not want to call yourself a hero. Although you were young, you were aware that no person could think of themselves as a 'hero' while inflicting pain on their family. You couldn't associate yourself with such a bad influence. That was something Shoto admired about you; never tolerating his father and uplifting him when he was weak.

You knew that Enji was trying to rekindle things with his broken family. Yet seeing the two of them act content with each other was shocking to you. Especially after hearing Shoto continuously demean his father on the phone, even on the night before this meeting.

"How is your father doing?" He asks once his arms are completely off of your body.

"Oh, he's been well. His health is improving, he's doing a lot better than before." Although you tried not to show your emotions, it was quite painful for you to talk about your father.

One year ago, your father was left bedridden after a fight with a villain. Ultimately leaving him unable to move and with some injuries that weakened his ability to use his quirk, forcing him into early retirement. Your mother quit her job as a secretary for Enji, claiming that she needed to spend more time at home with your father and take care of him. While you dealt with college, you weren’t able to dedicate time to help him.

“I’m sorry I haven’t been able to see you often since your father became ill.” Shoto apologizes while hanging his head low in pitiful shame. “I promise I’ll make it up in the future.” You gently caress his arm to reassure him.

“Don’t worry about that too much. Let’s focus on tonight, okay?”

“I suppose…"

Reaching for his hand, you usher him to your living room where Natsuo and Fuyumi have already made themselves comfortable. Walking in the stiff clothes your mother forced you to wear is proven to be quite difficult. The white garment flows past your thighs and stops at your ankles. You nearly trip in the tight shoes, making Shoto reach out and hold you before you embarrassingly fall. Although you've grown accustomed to joining your parents in certain arrangements, you've never worn clothing like this before as they are usually reserved for more special occasions. Pins and accessories poke your scalp uncomfortably. Your hairstyle makes you nauseous; an old-fashioned style that no one your age is still wearing. Of course, you weren't allowed to complain.

After meeting his siblings in the living room, you sit on the end of the sofa with them. Shoto eyes Natsuo, who is relaxing in a seat dangerously close and adjacent to you. His older brother seems to read his scowl perfectly, moving away to allow Shoto to forcibly sit next to you. Time seems to flow fast as the four of you chat about nonsense and random memories. During the whole conversation, Shoto's firm hand mysteriously finds its way to your lower back again — wrapping tighter once he felt Natsuo coming too close.

Before you could question him, your mother appears with Enji. Puffy, bloodshot eyes and a wet face ruin her perfectly done makeup. As you are about to inquire about her appearance, she begins to speak.

"Sorry for the delay. We've prepared some food for you all to enjoy, follow me." She turns towards the direction of the dining room with Enji trailing behind her. The siblings all raise to their feet and soon accompany your mother to the room.

"May I hold your hand?" Shoto, who is still close to you, inquires while peering down at you with a sharp gaze.

"Sure," Nodding before intertwining your figures with Shoto, you watch as he smirks brightly. Soon stepping in front of you and leading you towards the rest of the group.

The large dining room table is covered with different Japanese dishes, most you've never seen your mother make before. You could recall helping her cook some of them and the endless hours it took before you completed everything. While the family took their seat, with Enji sitting in your father's position at the head of the table, you try to choose a seat next to Fuyumi. Until Shoto courteously pulls out a chair beside him and stares at you with full expectation. Not wanting to deny his chivalrous acts, you thank him and sit.

During dinner, his older siblings gleefully engaged in another conversation about old times. Reminiscing over every detail and their plans for the future. Natsuo landed a job as a nurse practitioner only a few weeks ago while Fuyumi shared stories about her students. Enji and your mother were quiet, only interjecting when necessary. Your mother's plate seemed to stay full as time passed, only picking at the food. This was unlike her usual behavior at dinnertime. Shoto was the same, except happily eating and staying content with your presence beside him. Only a couple times would he speak, and his replies were short. You weren't fazed much, he was the type to only speak when spoken to or if he had a lingering thought in his head.

Before your time comes to an end, your mother excuses herself and travels to the kitchen. Lost in laughter, you and Fuyumi giggle as Natsuo recounts a particularly embarrassing moment from Shoto's childhood; you eagerly listened to the story as it was a rare moment that all the siblings spent time together. Only after you begin to relax do you notice a frown spread across Shoto's lips. You were dismissive. It was only playful teasing between brothers, right?

"I'm sorry for being busy." Shoto suddenly says after he's finished his last bite of food.

"It's fine, you don't have to keep apologizing. Look at the bright side, we're making memories now. We can always make more in the future." The future, he thinks. The only future he can think of is the one that always replays in his lovestruck mind. Smiling to himself, you assume he's already beginning to feel better.

Your mother emerges from the kitchen, placing a large plate of cold soba noodles in the center of the table — right in front of Shoto. Despite being full, he eagerly tries the noodles while the rest of his family waits for him to taste them first. After all, how could he reject his favorite dish? You helped your mother prepare the noodles after Fuyumi insisted on teaching you Shoto's favorite dish. She claimed it would be a nice welcome present for him after he was away for so long.

With every bite, his face lights up the more he consumes it. Soon, his siblings gladly take bites of the noodles as well while Enji and your mother watch.

"What do you think, Shoto? (Y/N) made it all by herself." Your mother announces loud enough to catch his attention and makes sure to enunciate her last sentence.

"W- Well, I was only following Fuyumi's instructions. She deserves all the credit." Trying to act humble didn't seem to work on his persistent sister. You could notice your mother making a face at your words.

"Nonsense!" Fuyumi chirps, catching you off-guard. "You're such a wonderful cook and Shoto loves it too. Right, Shoto?" Her head turns to her younger brother who has finished his plate of your noodles already.

"I do. You did a great job, (Y/N)." He nods along with his sister before softly grinning at you. "It tastes perfect,"

"See? He loves it! You made it the way he likes. Just for Shoto..." Behind her glasses, you could see her eyes darken as she finished speaking. Only for her to innocently smile at you before tasting your noodles and exclaiming more praises. "It's so delicious. Try some more, Natsuo!"

"O- Oh... Thank you, Fuyumi," You turn your head towards her younger brother. "And Shoto..."

As the two siblings initiate a conversation with your mother and Enji, you could notice Shoto begin to shift toward you. He reaches for your chopsticks before collecting some of the noodles between them. He calls your name and raises the food to your lips. As you take a bite, you smile up at Shoto who returns your gesture while watching you eat. Once you've finished chewing, he takes a napkin and dabs the corners of your mouth while gazing down lovingly.

The longer your night continued, the more heads grew tired. After dinner ended, Natsuo helped your mother clean and tidy the kitchen while Enji excused himself. Fuyumi followed him to the front door and urged Shoto to come with her; although, he seemed more agitated that he wouldn't have any alone time with you. The time is nearly eleven o'clock, and soon you start to wonder when they would return home. Enji announces that he is leaving for the night after his chauffeur hands Fuyumi, Shoto, and Natsuo small suitcases bags.

As the siblings talk, you grow more and more confused. They didn't seem too bothered by the ticking clock and stayed still as if they had no intention of leaving. Shoto's hand moves from your palm to your lower back; you've grown accustomed to his touchy gesture and you decide to ignore it.

"U- Um... Is your father coming back to take you guys home?" You ask but all the siblings, besides Shoto, stare up at you in a confused manner.

"No, we're staying over tonight. Didn't your mother tell you? It was her idea, she kept insisting." Before Natsuo could reveal too much, Shoto interrupts him.

"Natsuo, you-" He glares up at his older brother while you feel his fingers clench around your skin. The clicking of your mother's heels makes him pause his sentence.

"My apologies for the wait. The rooms are ready, right this way." Your mother motions for them to come with her. As she walks up the staircase, she begins to speak again. "There are two extra rooms. Fuyumi, you will take (Y/N)'s room for the night. Natsuo and Shoto can have the other two rooms."

You tried to fathom her directions, but they didn't make any sense. If there are two extra rooms, why would Fuyumi need yours? Couldn't Natsuo and Shoto share while Fuyumi has the other? Perhaps the brothers want their own space, you didn't mind being with Fuyumi anyways. But as your mother reaches the top of the staircase and opens the door to your room, you realize that you are mistaken.

Although your room maintains the same orientation, all of your personal items are missing. The essential products that you use almost every day are nowhere to be found. Most of your decorations have been removed, leaving the walls bare and empty. Any of your medication, skincare, and some other sentimental belongings are gone. Either changed or disappeared. but they were here when you woke up this morning. Almost as if your room was ransacked while you were busy.

Before you could ask, your mother leads Fuyumi into the room. She sets down her suitcase on the ground before making herself comfortable on your bed. Soon, your mother closes your bedroom door before taking Natsuo to his simple guest room next door. The older brother thanks your mother and locks his door as well.

She ushers Shoto to another spare guest room next to Natsuo. When opening the door to Shoto's room, you notice one unmistakable detail — there's only one bed. Logically, this meant you had to share a room with Fuyumi, right? Your mother wouldn't dare allow you to sleep in one bed with any of the brothers... right?

The room is decorated with a few potted plants, dim lamps, and a small desk area. You're reminded of his dorm room when he attended U.A a few years ago. Except, his futon is replaced with a king-size canopy bed. White and gold sheets cover the mattress while a see-through curtain drapes over the frames. Fluffy silk pillows entice your heavy eyelids.

"Shoto, this will be your room. Wait here and get comfortable, alright?" Shoto seems pleased with the scenery. He nods at your mother before entering and closing the door.

Turning away from your mother, you walk towards your room — or Fuyumi's room.

"Where do you think you're going?" Snapping your head around, you see your mother clenching her fists with an unreadable facial expression, but you could tell that she is angry.

"I'm sharing a room with Fuyumi... aren't I?"

"No." Harshly grabbing your wrists, she leads you to your walk-in wardrobe before shutting the door. You're too dazed to process everything, barely noticing where she has taken you until it's too late.

So, you're not sharing a room with Fuyumi. There was no way you were sharing one with Natsuo or Shoto. Perhaps you would sleep on the couch? Or in your parents' room? Although your father always hated letting you see him in such a weakened state. She forcibly removes your clothing and shoes off of your body and hastily throws them in a pile of clothes that covers the whole room. Your mother isn't usually this disorganized, and her disheveled state warns you that something is wrong. The pestering feeling that you've tried to ignore can no longer remain quiet.

"Where will I be sleeping?" You meekly ask as she finally finds the piece of clothing that she has spent the whole time searching for.

"In Shoto's room." She holds up a long cream-colored, sheer négligée to your body and imagines how the clothing would fit before slipping the thin fabric over your head.

As you stare in the mirror, you can't help but gasp. Thanks to your brassier and panties, most of your 'sensitive' areas are covered but your arms and legs are exposed to the unusually cold air. A state of panic ran through your veins. You were expected to sleep in Shoto's room wearing this. A room with only one bed. The worst possible outcomes began to fill your head, it sounded sick and nonsensical. Although he was your dear friend, you knew that your mother would never agree to do something like this.

"Isn't this a bit too revealing to wear around him?" You were met with an unwavering silence that caused your heart to beat faster in your chest. "Mom... you've been acting strange all day. Please just talk to me. This- This doesn't make any sense... Why are you doing this?"

"Why can't you just cooperate for once and stop asking questions?" A scowl forms across her face, slowly getting annoyed. Your lips press together, you want to trust your mother... but you can't.

As you scan her face through the mirror, you realize that she is hiding more than anger behind her emotions. Tears swell in your eyelids but you aren't sure why. Her actions couldn't soothe your never-ending anxiety. She begins working on your hair, removing the pins stuck between your strands before giving you a simplistic style. After finishing, she lightly sprays some sweet-smelling luxury perfume. Your mother seems nearly done with her odd preparations, you unclench your jaw and start to speak.

"I know you're stressed about something, you can tell me. You're not acting like yourself..." You begin to think she will ignore you again when she checks your attire once more. Until she responds.

"I'm fine. We will be fine. Go spend the night with Shoto, please... Just one night." A brief glance at her and she seems to be pleading with you as you hear the strange tone of her voice. "I will talk to you in the morning."

After looking over your clothes one last time, she forces you out of your underwear and into a lace fabric that leaves you even more anxious. Brewing with embarrassment, you realized that your mother wouldn't offer any comforting words to soothe you. Instead, she checks her wristwatch before furrowing her brows and releases a stressed sigh.

"It's time. Now, go to Shoto's room. Don't run off." She turns her back away from you before motioning you towards the exit. You grab a velvety thick robe and throw it over your shoulders before she could see and leave.

Her hands clasp over her mouth as she holds back pained cries. However, she couldn't stop tears from cascading down her cheeks. Praying to whichever God could hear her for forgiveness. Your mother is deeply sorry, she didn't want this to happen. She hopes you'll be more understanding and forgive her in the morning.

As your feet touch the mahogany flooring, you can’t stop the impending feeling of doom that courses through your veins. Sighing heavily, you contemplate dashing to your room to share it with Fuyumi despite your mother’s warning. Yet, you couldn’t dismiss the idea of his sister knowing why your mother seemed tense. The look Fuyumi gives you during dinner replays in your mind. Perhaps the whole family knew and you were the only one left in the dark. Your hand lingers on the doorknob of Shoto’s room, and you quickly suppress the idea of running away.

Unlocking the door, you tiptoe into the bedroom quietly. At first, you don’t notice him — the bed seemed tidy as if it hadn’t been touched. Gazing around the space, you see Shoto sitting at the small desk while scrolling through his phone. He stops and watches your frame enter the door, eyes widening once he takes in the sight of your attire. His clothes are changed now, a loose white t-shirt and long navy pajama pants.

“Please don’t stare… It’s a bit embarrassing,” Once you finally enter the room, you wrap the robe tighter around your clothes.

“Sorry, my apologies.” Shyly looking elsewhere, he refocuses on his phone again.

You quickly move to the end of the canopy bed, drawing back the sheer curtains before sitting on the plush sheets. Shoto is barely visible through the drapes but his phone light illuminates brightly in the dimly lit room. You were thankful for the fleece robe covering your shoulders and arms, the harsh cold air made goosebumps arise on your skin.

"So... How will we sleep?" Breaking the silence in the room, you ask him after a few minutes pass. Shoto shifts in his chair and the white light from his phone suddenly disappears but is replaced by a lamp.

"Are you nervous about sleeping in the same bed? We've been friends for so long, it won't be a problem for me." He says, you can see his head turn towards you through the curtain.

Normally, you wouldn't care too much about staying in the same room together. He was right, you two were close friends. Yet, as you glance down at your clothing and remember the words of your mother, the tension of the meeting is hard to dismiss.

"I guess I don't mind either but I still feel weird about it," Pausing for a few brief seconds, you release a sigh before continuing. "My mother has been acting strange today. Well, not just today... for the past week." As you speak, Shoto rises from the desk. He moves the curtain out of his path before sitting next to you on the bed. You don't notice his movements until a sharp coldness reaches your skin. "I just feel a bit uneasy, sorry..."

"Don't be," His fingers softly caress your arm, an act you always did to comfort him. "She's probably stressed about seeing my father again."

"I hope..." Your mother did mention being 'happy' about The Todoroki Family visiting. You want to believe his reassurance, but your gut feeling tells you otherwise.

The night seems to fly fast as the two of you talk for a while. Shoto seems more eager to initiate a conversation without worrying about the stress of his nosy siblings. He shares some details about his life after graduating from U.A., most of which you already knew. Immediately after becoming a Pro-Hero, he joined his father's agency and accompanies him on patrol. Most of his free time is spent resting at home during the night, usually when you two would call. On the days he didn't have any work, he would typically visit his mother with Fuyumi and Natsuo.

Various topics are brought up and soon the clock reaches midnight. Shoto seems to have some energy in him, and you decide to continue despite your drowsy eyes. He mentions that he's been feeling lonely because of the mountain of work that has been pushed upon him. Your smile and promises to share your time with him are meaningless to him. He knows, one way or another, you will live up to your words.

"Don't you have someone special in your life?" Your ears perk up as you await his response to the question. Shoto's eyes trail off in the distance as he searches for an answer.

"I do..." He mumbles quietly, initially thinking that you haven't heard him until you happily congratulate him.

"Really? Who is it? Is it someone I know?" Throwing questions at him only made Shoto's smile widen across his lips.

"Don't worry. I'll tell you in the morning," Before you could protest, he speaks again. "And you?"

"Oh... I'm not in a relationship right now." Feeling his heart skip a beat at your response, a weight lifts off of his shoulders... briefly. "But, there is someone that I'm talking to." His amiable demeanor seems to shift as he listens, eyes piercing your frame. "What's wrong..?"

"Nothing... Who is it?"

"You know him, it's Bakugou." Of course Shoto knows who he is. They were once classmates and soon began working at his father's agency together.

"I do, we work together on occasion." His fingers nervously tap against his thigh, trying to release whatever pent-up stress is building in his system. "How long have you been talking to him?"

"Only for a couple weeks. He works at Endeavor's agency, right?" Shoto gives you a small nod to answer your question. "Actually, the first time I met him, I stopped by Musutafu to look for you but he said you were on patrol with your father. We talked for a bit... and got to know each other." A warm heat spread across your face as you felt the temperature of the room begin to rise.

"I see..." Shoto uttered yet a sharp pain in his chest made it difficult for him to speak. He made sure to ask your mother beforehand if you had any other suitors, to which she strongly denied. "Have you two..?

"Have we..?" He peers up at you, hoping that you understood his implication. "Oh, we haven't kissed... or done anything else. I mean I've been too busy with college to be in a relationship." You tried to excuse yourself past the embarrassing situation, but Shoto seemed at ease with your responses.

"I understand. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable." He apologizes as you move to rest your back against a pillow on the bed's headboard.

"It's fine. I don't usually visit too often, just when I'm passing through..." You go on to tell him about the small dates you would arrange with Bakugou during his breaks.

Making him and the other sidekicks bento boxes for lunch, on the same days when Shoto was away. Practically boasting about the trinkets and presents he gifts you, saying that he was reminded of you when buying them. On days when he was free, Bakugou would invite you over to his apartment to cook with him and show some new recipes he was currently trying to perfect.

As Shoto listens to you gushing over his coworker, a spark of anger consumes his entire spirit. Neither Bakugou nor any of the sidekicks he was acquaintances with mentioned you; listening to you ramble about the time you spent with them had shocked him. How did you even manage to befriend Bakugou?

Although his poor temper gradually improved over the years, he wasn't the easiest to approach. This wasn't right, it didn't make any sense. Shoto thought he had done everything to keep a watchful eye over you despite being so far away, only for you to be right under his nose. His temperamental 'friend' wasn't worthy of you, he should be the one in Bakugou's place.

The slow approach he decided to take wasn't successful, someone captured your heart — the place he comfortably resided for many years — and he wouldn't allow himself to be dethroned.

A flicker of flames in the dim room makes your rambling end, you watch as Shoto stares off in the room with his head looking away.

"Are you okay..?" You inquire while watching some of the flames nearly burn through his clothing.

"No, I'm not." His fists clench together before releasing as his body seems to relax briefly.

"What's wrong?"

"Bakugou isn't the type of person you should be dating." Suddenly, his gaze shifts to you with a serious, deadpan expression.

"What do you mean? If you're talking about his anger, it's not an issue. He's been really kind to me."

"No, no... That's not what I mean." Shoto inhales sharply and closes his eyes for a brief moment. "I'm telling you this because you are my closest friend and I deeply care about you," You watch him intently and prepare for his response. "But I've seen other girls at the office with him. Some old classmates, a few sidekicks. He's always flirting with them. Trust me, he brings a new girl over every week."

His entire statement is nothing but lies. The gullible expression on your face tells him that you believed his dishonesty. There was no reason for him to make up stories, you thought. Bakugou isn't 'close' to any of the other sidekicks, at least to his knowledge, Shoto has been the only one he considered a friend. His classmates have visited their agency, but only for work-related business.

Bakugou never mentioned seeing someone, never said your name, or showed you off. So when Shoto heard his name leave your lips, he was obviously shocked. He didn't care too much, Bakugou would never be considered his 'friend' or 'colleague' anymore — it was time for him to be disposed of.

"But... But if that's true, why didn't Moe or the others say anything?" Your features changed from a look of disbelief to pain and denial in a matter of seconds. Shoto truly felt bad, he really did. Yet, he knows you'll feel better in the morning. Call him sadistic, but watching your heartbreak turned him on. He would replace your sadness and bring never-ending joy.

"Knowing the type of person my father is, it's inevitable that his employees would be the same." Perhaps that wasn't valid for the other sidekicks, excluding Shoto.

He was truly elated seeing you become more and more distraught. This was his intention; play with your emotions, leave you fragile and ready to accept him. He didn't mind having to exploit the evil of his father knowing that you disliked Enji as much as he did. Your lips and eyes began to droop, forming a visible frown. Maybe because it was your first petty heartbreak, that's why it felt so bad. You always told yourself that you could overcome meaningless relationships, but the smiles you shared with everyone seemed to hurt the most. It was nothing but a facade and a waste of your time.

"I feel like an idiot..." A few teardrops escaped your eyes and trickled past your cheeks. God, why are you such a crybaby?

His warm side of his body pulls you in closer and embraces you in a smoldering hug. Shoto wasn't exceptionally affectionate, but he hated seeing you cry — especially over other people. He tried to hush your soft sniffles, you were quite pathetic to become emotional over Bakugou since you two weren't even dating. Unless there was something else you didn't share.

"It's okay... It's okay. You don't need someone like him. He wouldn't have treated you right." Your head nuzzles in the crock of your shoulder as the heat from his body washes over you.

As you begin to stop, he peels away from you before gently placing a chaste kiss on your cheek. The salty liquid coats his tongue as you melt into his touch, assuming it was only platonic affection. Of course, it wasn't. The feeling of your skin against his lips sparked something inside of him that he had been waiting patiently for so long. Wanting to be bold and explore further, Shoto trails his light pecks down to the tip of your nose and hovers over your lips. Once you feel him trying to steal a kiss, you push yourself away.

"Sorry, you must be overwhelmed." He removes his arms from your sides, watching as you nod and accept his apology.

The room soon quiets down and the air begins to fill with warmth. Yet, you begin to miss the feeling of his body against yours. Shoto lifts himself off of the bed and disappears to the desk he was originally seated in. You can hear the tapping of plates and metal and soon Shoto appears by your side of the bed. Pushing the curtain away, he reveals a tray of light food in his hands.

"What are these for?" You ask, but he only offers a vague answer.

"In case you become hungry or thirsty. I'll sit by the desk to give you some privacy." He places the tray on your lap before moving back to the desk.

"Oh, thank you."

Shoto takes his phone out of his pocket and begins scrolling aimlessly again. You can see the white light through the sheer drapes, and for a brief second, you wonder what Shoto is busy doing. His fingers dance across the screen, frantically texting his father that he wants Bakugou to be fired by the morning. Speaking of the hothead, your mind runs across him once more. It's still hard to believe Shoto since Bakugou seemed so genuine. Alas, you've only known him for a short time and it is hard to trust someone fully.

You'll talk to Bakugou when you wake up.

While you think about what tomorrow has to offer, you start to feel a strange need to drink. The room starts to fill with immense heat; although half of your body can handle it, thanks to your fire quirk, the other half becomes unbearable. When did it get so hot? The robe on your shoulders starts to feel uncomfortable on your now sticky skin. You remove the clothing from your body, not caring that Shoto would see your lingerie if he was close. For now, you need to cool down. If only he was beside you...

Your eyes peer down at the tray: one glass of water, a cluster of grapes, one pomegranate sliced in half, and a whole apple.

Reaching for the glass, you bring it to your lips and sip all of the liquid. The cup gives you relief from the heat; inside are a few jagged ice cubes. Taking one in your mouth, you finally begin to relax again. When you finish, you place the glass on the tray and scan the contents again. A wave of hunger urges you to eat something, anything, on the plate. You choose the pomegranate, plucking some seeds from the inside before eating them.

Unbeknownst to you, Shoto's eyes have been on your frame since the moment he heard your body shift on the mattress. Smiling to himself once he sees you consume the food he's gifted you. He places his phone down on the desk and rises from his chair.

Before you could finish the fruit, you sense Shoto's presence near the bed. You look up but it's too late, an icy cold grip on your wrist halts your movements. As you stare up at him visibly confused and dazed, he says in a low hushed tone:

"You stole from me, so it's only fair if I take something from you."

"Take something from me? What do you mean..?" You ask, yet he only responds by leaning forward and pressing his lips against yours.

This time, his hand restrains your neck and coaxes you closer to his body — making it difficult to reject him. The familiar flavor of pomegranate coats your taste buds as you feel his tongue slip inside your parted lips. His teeth nip at your flesh until it becomes swollen and a strange metallic sensation mixes on your tongue.

You feel the tray moving on your lap until it's placed elsewhere in the room. Your hands instinctively move to his shoulders as if trying to keep a predator at bay. Shoto's arms envelop your torso, further deepening the kiss until he feels your nerves relax under him. Grazing his tongue across your lips, he soon kneels on an open space in the mattress.

Submitting to his touches, your hands soon trail down to his chest until a hard, rhythmic pulsing of his heartbeat throbs in your palm. The overjoyed hero's body became restless as he felt your contact with his skin; he'd been waiting for this moment for as long as he could remember. To share a kiss with you, his first and he hoped yours as well.

Separating his body with yours, his arms untangled from your body as he placed light kisses along the underside of your jaw to your neck. Ignoring the light hums and soft noises you made from his actions, Shoto's fingers clawed at your flimsy sleepwear that would surely tear off if he wasn't careful. His head nestled atop your shoulder, breathing in your scent and silently cursing your mother for dousing you in nauseating perfume.

"Shoto..." You mewled out weakly as his face presses further against your skin.

"Sorry," He mumbles in a quiet whisper. "I just couldn't hold back anymore..." Sitting in an empty space beside you on the bed, Shoto is reluctant to remove you from his hold as if he is afraid you will flee.

His fingernails stab sharply into the fabric of your clothing and nearly scrape into your flesh. Then, his breathing becomes rigged as he murmurs a few incoherent words. It takes a few minutes for you to understand; the words slipping out of his mouth are endless apologies. Before you could inquire about what was wrong — you weren't angry with his overly affectionate demeanor, only confused — he raises his head, now quiet as his lips tremble as he tries to form some words in his head.

"This isn't the way I wanted it to happen, I was hoping to court you first." You feel a burning sensation on your cheeks, as you peer up at him you notice some flames blazing from the red burn on his eye. Shoto faces you now, however his stare is cast down to your hands which he soon intertwines with his own. "But... I was too late. Now, you're thinking about him, not me... Is there something wrong with me?"

"W- What..? No, Shoto, I think you should calm down." His grip on your hands doesn't falter, instead tightening. A hot tingle from one of his hands engulfs yours, so painful that you're sure it will leave a scar if he doesn't move. "Y- You're hurting me..."

Upon seeing the flash of heat on your hand, he flinches away and begs for your forgiveness. He soothes your pain with his ice and pulls away once you're calm.

"Am I not worthy?" As you try to remind him of his value and deny his acts of low confidence, he stays unfazed. "Then, why haven't you noticed? Do you not think of me the same way?"

"Noticed... what?"

"My love for you, but I suppose you've never felt the same way." It would be a lie for you to claim that you haven't experienced a romantic attraction to him... somehow, you've forgotten after the years passed. "It's my fault, I should've been more direct." He brings your wounded hand to his lips before kissing at the marks. "I've always felt this way since you saved me. We were made for each other, don't you see? I've been gone for too long, perhaps you've just forgotten, right? Let's make up for all our lost time..."

Before you could fully comprehend his words, Shoto's hands move to your shoulders and knead into your muscles; soothing your strained body in order to get you to relax. As some time passes, you begin to slip away into his touch as your head becomes heavy and fills with fog. He releases a pleasing hum, thinking to himself that the profession of his undying love finally swayed your heart — that was not the case. The more you calmed, the further his hands would dip into untouched territory on your body as you succumbed to his caresses.

His knees cage either side of your body as he hovers above you, pressing firmly into cushioning. His warm breath tickles the hairs of your neck, sprouting goosebumps throughout your skin. He stops his hands over your chest to feel your rapidly beating heart; the rhythm nearly matches his own. Whatever ounce of cowardice or fear leaves his tainted spirit. Shoto is certain that now is a perfect time; everything he'd ever wanted was coming true, and the option to retreat is gone. Unfortunately, you are forced to comply with the same sentiments.

Swiftly maneuvering his hands to the hem of your nightwear, Shoto easily peels the fabric off of your body. Coaxing you upwards, he lifts the garment over your arms and head before neatly discarding it elsewhere in the room. His palms tenderly squish the flesh covered by your bra while you instinctively hold onto his wrists. His eyes lovingly glimmer with a look of pure adoration; Shoto takes his time, slowly basking in the feeling of your body in his hands. Your hold on him loosens with every timid touch he gives you.

He leans forward, pressing another breathtaking kiss to silence any protests, which are now nonexistent. The thought of pushing him away is buried by the sense of desperation that emits from his hold and his kiss. His fingers travel behind your back and play with your brassier before unclasping it. Hooking his fingers over your lace panties, both undergarments soon disappear to an unknown location in the room. As you lay bare and exposed to the fluctuating temperatures of the room, he raises himself off the mattress and positions himself behind you with your back resting on his chest.

Stroking your plush thighs, he chuckles after he hears you gasp when his hands graze too close to your opening. His thumb circles around your clit as his other hand travels to your bust and fits perfectly around one, caressing your pebbled skin and teasing your bud. Shoto rests his head perfectly on your shoulder until your cheeks are pressing closely together. You can't see him — too focused on the movement of his arms — but he intently watches your body writhe. Your legs threaten to close once you feel him stroke your hood.

"You know... I've never done something like this before," He barely breathes out as his voice makes a chill run down your spine. There's something in the tone of his voice that sounds abnormal. "You're doing so well..."

Your fingers dig sharply into Shoto's hands, leaving indents in his skin as his thumb meets your sex at an agonizingly slow pace. He seemed to take pleasure in it as you could hear the echo of his soft laughter directly in one of your ears when you became too frustrated.

"Sho... Sho- Can you... faster, please?" Your slurred speech and submissive behavior would have been embarrassing if you were in the right state of mind, but alas that was not the case.

"Hmm? You want me to move faster..?" Upon hearing your hum of approval, he deepens his press against your clit. Partially lifting your hood and exposing your swollen nub to the air. Smiling against your skin, he says, "You're so perfect, just for me... mine."

His middle finger ghosts around your folds, and your core trembles practically begging for him to enter and offer some relief. An immense heat erupts from your body despite none of your quirks being in use. Although Shoto's body is warm, it provides you comfort. There's a need for you to be next to him, to touch him. Your fire quirk is not active, but you feel like you're burning. A small glance around the room and you see no flames erupting from his left side. Your hands raise from his wrists and slide up his arms to push your body closer against him.

Teasing your unnaturally wet slick, Shoto thanks himself for slipping an aphrodisiac inside of the water. Parting your folds with his index and ring fingers, he sinks his middle inside your warm walls soon groaning as they clench around him. "so wet for me, only me. never for anyone else..." He wishes he could feel you tightening on his cock. Unfortunately, you haven't noticed it stiffening behind you. His finger nudges upwards into a gummy section of your walls, eagerly exploring inside.

He leaves kisses and small nips across your nape. Harshly sucking and sinking his teeth into your skin that your mother would surely question you about in the morning. His fingers pump in and out of you; the rhythm is erratic before he nestles in a region of your walls that you seem to enjoy. Stretching you out as much as his thick fingers can, he reaches deeper inside with each thrust. As he grazes across a sensitive area, your feet bury into the duvet.

Trying to swallow your moans proved to be pointless, expletives and slurred mewls of pleasure begin to echo through the walls; a symphony to Shoto's ears but a nuisance to the others inside. One of his hands trails to your exposed breasts. He sharply exhales at the flesh in his palm, tugging on your sensitive bud. Your eyes screw shut when Shoto's thumb rolls across your sensitive clit again, drawing your body nearer to a release. His hand soon moves from your chest to your throat.

Squeezing lightly against your veins until you start to feel dizzy, he pulls you even closer to him and whispers, "call me yours" "say you'll never leave me" "tell me you love me" "say it" "just say it... please". Shoto starts chanting more demands in your ear, hoping in your disoriented state you would listen — even if it was just for tonight. However, he can't perform miracles and his use of power could only take him so far. He released his hold as your lungs began to fill with air again. His fingers move to tightly gasp your chin.

"Sho- Shoto... I..." You stutter before pausing at a sudden pool of warmth rushing to your lower tummy. You want to answer him truthfully, but the new sensation of pleasure on your bottom half overtakes you — or maybe that is what you try to convince yourself.

Feeling your walls begin to spasm, Shoto senses that you're close. A pool of your wetness begins to leak into the duvet and stain the sheets. As your core pulses and contracts around his fingers, you grasp onto his arms. You try to urge him deeper, getting lost in the sensation before you feel him pull away. His finger slips out easily and his thumb disconnects from your clit, denying your climax. A wave of pleasure washes over you as you spasm in his arms even more aroused than before, but it soon fades with his fingers gone.

"Why couldn't you answer?" He surprisingly asks as if the hand locked on your throat gave you any chance to replay. "Do you dislike me that much? Am I so repulsive?" You always knew his esteem was low after he was burned, but you assumed he overcame it. When you try to deny his insecurities, your words are unintelligible with your rapid breathing. He looks away before responding, "Nevermind."

Shoto raises your body and moves from behind you. His demeanor seems agitated, but no less determined than before. He was certain that he would walk out of the room knowing that you adored him the same way he did. It wasn't in his plan to go this far, yet the restless feeling in his chest wouldn't dissipate. You rested backward on the bed, unable to support yourself after sitting up for so long. He peels his clothing from his body revealing his well-toned and sculpted frame from years of hard work.

He kneels on the bed again but this time between your legs. He leans forward until he's eye-level with your pussy after straightening your waist. The first time he's seen your body so perfect and on display for him. Internally, he congratulates himself for saving your climax until now; a taste is better instead, he thinks.

His lips attach to your inner thighs as he kisses and leaves blue and purple marks against your skin. The pads of his fingers massage your flesh, occasionally making it tremble weakly in his palms. Every sensation that touches your body makes you crave Shoto more, you're certain that it is purely from arousal and not romantic emotions. It was obvious to you what he wanted by now.

His hot breath tingles your heat, smirking when he sees your slit spasm. Disappearing between your thighs, you feel him do kitten licks on your pearl before flattening his tongue and doing a long lap at your folds. Unable to hold back his pure excitement, he collects your essence on his wet muscle, so eager for a taste. A sting of your wetness and his saliva connect before breaking as he pulls away. Swirling his tongue on your clit, Shoto darts across your bud a few times before savoring whatever oozes out of you.

Noises inside the room are nothing but pure filth, you pray that no one can hear. His head peaks up to see your expression of pure ecstasy and bliss. When you lock eyes with him, you notice his chin and lips stained with a clear mixture of your juices. Tangling your fingers in his hair, your hand nudges him deeper towards his entrance to chase after a release as heat travels down below your tummy.

He focuses on your bud; sucking at the sex and repeating once he feels your fingers tug and scratch his scalp. Another thick finger soon enters again making your walls contract. As your back arches off the bed and your toes curl around themselves, heat emits from your body; expletives and moans leave your throat. You no longer cared about his family hearing, it was surely too late now.

His hands press your hips further into the mattress, trying to keep your shifting body still. Soon, a gush of your release leaks onto his tongue as he eagerly catches every drop; unwinding and finishing on Shoto's face. His lips glisten with clear sticky liquid as he helps you ride out your orgasm. While you pant and steadily lose your grip on his hair, he presses further into your mound and licks your slick clean.

Shoto pulls away from your lower half while you watch as he raises himself proudly. Peering down at you and grinning to himself, obviously happy that he could make you orgasm. He repositions his hips between your legs, easily parting your tired and numb thighs. You haven't caught a good look at his length but when you glimpse down, you see it. It's so pretty. Perfectly trimmed half-white and half-red hair and it seemed well-groomed for the occasion. Of course, this was all a planned meeting.

When he notices you staring, a pink blush spreads across his cheeks and ears. Shoto doesn't think it's much but you believe otherwise. Unsure what to do with your hands, you rest them over your heart until they are near to your face and chin. His tip glides over your opening, prodding over your hole gently and holding your waist as he starts to sink in.

His cock buries deep inside your cunt, swallowing him whole inch by inch. Cries of pain ring in Shoto's ears as his girth stretches you apart. Your eyes clench shut for a second and when they reopen his face is only a few inches away from yours. His hands hook under both of your legs, pushing them close to your chest while whispering something about how it will feel better this way. His eyes are filled with lust, twinkling before colliding his lips with yours. A taste of your essence still remains on his tongue. Trying to soothe your cries, he muffles them with his passionate kisses.

Slowly, he finally bottoms out of your warm region; only pulling away from your lips when you tighten around him. Your eyes close once again as you try to find subtle acts to suppress the pain. Shoto doesn't seem to approve of this, though.

"Darling, couples should look in the eye when they make love to each other..." Icy fingers wrap around your chin and forcefully tilt your chin until he is the only thing in your view. His eyes glisten with pure adoration while yours are unreadable. Perhaps it was the opposite — fear or disdain.

You aren't sure. Shoto, however, convinces himself that you have the same affections. The euphoric state of pleasure he's in from being with you clouds his mind. Couples? You want to question him but his hold on your jaw is tight and unwavering. It locks your mouth in place until you can lightly mumble one word...

"Shoto..."

He shushes you and nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck as he fills you completely. A deep sensation of pressure along your walls brings you nothing but discomfort. Soon raising his hips, his cock glides out of your slick-covered core as he thrusts gently. Massaging your walls, as his tip rubs along a sensitive spot a small feeling of pleasure comes — lackluster compared to the girth of his cock. It was much bigger than most you've seen or encountered in your life; you haven't seen it, but you're sure it's one of the few things he's inherited from his father.

As you wince in pain, he says, "i'll try and go easy..." It's clear and audible but spoken behind gritted teeth and nearly slurred like he's holding his composure. You needed to be molded perfectly, fitting in his arms like a lost piece of a jigsaw puzzle. Just for him. Just for the first night, at least.

He starts at a gentle, slow pace. Each thrust brings a gradual and deeper feeling of bliss that diminishes your initial discomfort. The grunts and low moans he makes directly in your ear coaxes you into enjoying. For a moment, you forget about your lack of consent to this. You envelop him so perfectly that it's hard for Shoto to hold back as he begins to hasten and deepen his sloppy thrusts inside your pussy. His arms wrap around your body, bringing you closer to him until your chests are pressing directly on each other.

"Squeezin' me so fuckin' tight, princess..." A tone that sounds nothing like the Shoto you know. But then again, he seems so pussy-drunk, you aren't sure anymore.

As his pace becomes more frantic and desperate to release his own essence, you feel a familiar coil in your heart threaten to loosen. Your nails dig and claw at Shoto's back; you miss seeing his elated expression just out of the corner of your eye. You've finally marked him too and claimed him as yours, he thinks. His hips roll against your spot once more, making you moan and utter, "oh- fuck, sho- m' gonna..!"

"Let it out for me, don't hold back" His eyes never leave your face, waiting and watching patiently. "you wanna cum on my cock, don't you?" "jus' mine, only for me..." "you love my cock, you do...'

Nodding and responding with a muffled and pitched hum, "mm..!" You've succumbed to his wishes tonight.

"Say it, you love me..."

"I... I love you, Shoto." Staring up at you with full expectation, there wasn't any possible way for you to avoid him.

Pleased with your response, he returns with newfound vigor. Hungry lust for more is evident with his energetic thrusts; rutting deep and knocking the steel bedframe into the wall. Trailing his hand down to your clit, he massages the swollen bud until your walls flutter around and a warm gush of clear liquid covers his shaft. Panting into his skin, you suck him deeper into your entrance as Shoto savors the feeling and hopes for more.

He doesn't slow down, not even after you've calmed down from your high. Instead gripping your chin and forcing you to stare at him again. His eyes are now glowing differently than before as an eerie smile creeps across his lips. He's so happy to hear you say the words he's been waiting for since the start of the night. You were right before, this isn't the Shoto you know. The one you trained with, the one you spent your entire childhood with. The glimmer in his eyes soon turns dark and lovestruck as if you're the only being of importance.

"You... love me? You do... You do..." He chants more nonsensical words again but you're unable to pay attention with the overstimulation giving you too much pleasure after your high. "You do... Mine. My other half..." His speech nearly matches the rhythm of his thrusts, frantic and needy. Trying to speak does you no good; he can't hear you over his own voice, anyways.

Repeating his words in a sinister fashion as if he's doing some sort of ritual. His giddy voice sounds as if he's excited that you've reciprocated his love, finally. Shoto bites down on your neck until a metallic taste coats his tongue. Grunting loudly before his muscles seize up and his hot breath tickles your neck with his heavy panting. His chest rises and falls rapidly as he paints your walls white and spills his seed deep inside. He stays resting on top of your chest for a couple minutes to make sure nothing leaks out.

"You're always so good to me, (Y/N)... You've always loved me when no one else has." He says through his exhales. "I was a little rough," Finally, he sees the marks and bites scattered across your skin. "I'm sorry, I got desperate but I'm happy you can listen to me now."

As he pulls out, some cum leaks between your folds. He collects it with his finger and pushes it deep inside your heat. Shoto tries showing his finger covered in white essence to you, "look, this means we're united forever... no matter what happens, we'll always be together, won't we? you won't leave me... right?"

Your lack of response makes him brim with anxiety but when he looks at you, he sees how exhausted you are. Your head is tilted to the side as your eyes threaten to close. Soon, your breathing becomes steady and your hold on his body weakens. Shoto moves off of you until he lays to your side, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing your neck as you drift off to sleep.

"I guess it's wearing off... you'll be asleep for a while." He whispers while clinging to your body. "I wanted to talk about the future, our future. But I'll have to wait until the morning..." The soft sounds of your snoring soon echo through the walls. "Good night, my love."

Chirping birds at the crack of dawn. Orange-purple hues paint the sky's blank canvas. Finally, it's morning. You would've seen each of these scenic treasures if you waked up earlier. Instead, as if you didn't have a care in the world, you slept in. Far past the times you usually wake up when dealing with college. Shifting peacefully under the bed's white duvet, your body easily nestled into the soft cushion. You didn't want to wake up, at least not right now. It wasn't until the morning sunshine bled through the curtains and brightened the entire room, you didn't have a choice now.

Your arms felt around the space next to you only to discover that there was nobody there. As you lift your heavy eyelids, you realize that Shoto was missing; only an imprint of his body remained in the sheets. Trying to move only brought severe pains throughout your body: your arms, legs, neck, head, and in between your thighs. You didn't forget the events of the previous night, how could you? Each mark on your body was a reminder of that.

Sitting up in the bed, you tried looking for your phone but it was nowhere to be found. Did you even bring it with you when you stayed in the room with Shoto? You hadn't used it the entire evening. It was left somewhere in your room, but you had not seen it when your mother brought Fuyumi into your room. Perhaps one of them knew its location. You planned on calling Bakugou to ask him about the other 'girls' Shoto said he was messing with but you soon decide to do it later.

A nearby digital clock atop the dresser presents the time; it is nearly eleven in the morning. It was quite unusual for you to sleep so long since you've been waking up early for college. A head-splitting migraine brings you out of your thoughts, compared to last night you finally feel normal again but with pains in your body. Next to the clock is a note and clothing. You walk to the dress and hold the piece of paper to read it closely:

'Please get dressed with these and meet us in the living room.' Written neatly in Shoto's handwriting.

Under the note is a pair of wide-legged pants and a crisply ironed blouse. You get dressed in the clothes provided, not thinking too much about why they are here. You're only grateful that you don't have to wear flimsy lingerie. Before you leave the room, you check yourself in the mirror. You try desperately to cover or conceal any of the bruises left on your body and tidy up your appearance.

When you finally exit, you see Natsuo leaving his room with his belongings, ready to depart. He looks up and sees you, smiling widely before approaching you in a friendly demeanor.

"Good morning, Natsuo." You say, finally acknowledging him. He responds with the same greeting before continuing.

"We missed you during breakfast." Ah, you were sleeping for that long. "Shoto said you were really tired last night when I asked him."

"Yeah... I guess." You try not to do anything awkward but soon your face heats up as your face makes a guilty expression. "So... How did you sleep last night?" He chuckles to himself and seems to turn red.

"I slept fine, but... You and Shoto... Made a little too much noise." As if your morning couldn't get any more embarrassing. Natsuo's eyes shift to exposed marks on your skin.

"I'm so, so sorry..! I didn't mean- We didn't mean to disturb you..!"

"It's fine, really. You two are newlyweds now and it was your first night together, right? You guys really couldn't wait, huh?" Wait... newlyweds? Maybe you misheard, or it was some old-fashioned way of saying you were dating Shoto. You didn't want to think that, but then again, friends don't do things like that and keep the same platonic feels. "It's getting late, everyone is leaving soon." He checks the time on his phone before lifting his things. "The family is waiting for you downstairs. I can walk you to them if you'd like."

You shyly nod, not wanting to seem rude. As you and Natsuo walk down the staircase, you can hear the chatter of people in the living room. You can recognize your mother's voice amongst the sound. Natsuo reveals that Fuyumi is waiting outside, but he thinks it's best if you meet Shoto first. When you reach the end of the stairs, you see your mother, Enji, and Shoto nearby in the living room.

"I have to get going, but I'll see you soon." He smiles brightly at you and waves before heading for the front door.

Turning your head, you see the three of them sitting on the couch. Various papers cover the large coffee table and Enji writes his signature on one of the papers. Shoto is given the pen from him and begins to sign on another free space, just under his father. Other signatures are written on the page. As you approach, your mother notices you and quickly stands. The two men seem alerted by her sudden movements and halt.

Shoto and his father watch as she pulls you out of the room and down the hall, away from everyone.

"Why is Enji here?" You ask your mother, hoping that she doesn't ignore your questions for once. Of course, you're wrong. But this time she reaches out to clasp your hands tightly. You try to move past her and walk back into the living room; something isn't right. She blocks your view.

"Look at me." When you do, you notice her glossy eyes and trembling hands. Her grip is tight but every few seconds it seems to loosen as her lips quiver in a frown. "I'm sorry, I wish I could've told you sooner... I wanted to but your father didn't think it would be a good idea."

"You... You spoke to him? When?" Your father always hated letting you see him in his ill state. He always avoided you, limiting himself to their bedroom and only leaving when you were away. Your mother takes a deep breath and continues.

"That's not important. From now on, you will be living with Shoto and his family..."

"I- I don't understand. Why am I staying with them? I can't... I want to stay with you and Dad." Then, as if the gears in your mind finally start working, you realize. "Is that the reason why you brought them over? You did all this work to the house just to impress them? And then make me live with them?"

You were partially correct. This wasn't to impress the patriarch or any of his older children. This was for the youngest, who demanded everything to be perfect for this day. He chose this design, it was based on the home he prepared for you two to live in. Perhaps Shoto thought it was kind to let you experience your new life for one night rather than to throw you in blind. Remove all of your sentimental value from this measly home until it was unrecognizable, the only thing to conquer next was your parents. The torture from knowing your home was now a reminder of your absence seemed painful enough.

"Yes, it is. Recently, it's been hard for us to manage his medical bills. Nobody here is working, it was getting harder each day and his condition has been worsening for the past few months." If it was money, you could've found a job somewhere. It wouldn't be much but it would have helped.

"But... What does that have to do with me moving?"

"Please, forgive me. Don't be angry, okay? This isn't punishment." She waits for your hesitant nod and speaks again. "Shoto must've heard about your father's illness from someone close. I'm not sure, I've never told anyone. He offered to convince Enji to help financially. They'll cover the hospital bills and transfer your father to a better doctor. Except, for an exchange, your hand in marriage."

The rest of your mother's words seem to fade out of your ears. No, you didn't want to believe it but it all seemed to make sense. She knew, every passing day you spent in this house. She knew, but she never said anything. Instead choosing to ignore you out of fear you would run. She knew last night and chose to keep her mouth shut. That was why she was a hollow shell during dinner last night and her face contorted in disgust and guilt whenever you were alone. You couldn't find any sympathy for her left; at the end of the day, she probably only saw a price tag attached to you.

"You feel betrayed, I know..." She could sense rage emitting off of your body with your silence. Of course, there was no need for this situation to happen. "But I didn't know what to do. I was lost and confused, I only agreed because I thought it was the best thing for our family. You can understand that, right? They aren't bad people, you get along with them well. It's for the best."

"No, I don't understand." You swiftly pull your hands out of your mother's grasp and take a few steps back from the woman. "You could've spoken to me before deciding, but you chose not to. You've already decided that I'm not a member of this family anymore."

You turn your back towards your mother and begin to walk towards the exit. She tries to frantically call your name but you continue.

"I can find the money and I know Dad still has more left from all of his hero work." Your chest tightens before erupting in severe pain, but you decide to ignore it. "I'm not leaving. I'm not signing any papers. I'm not marrying anyone. I'm going outside for some fresh air. When I get back, I need all of them out of our house."

A freezing, numb sensation travels from your feet up to your calves. Your movements are slow before stopping completely, frozen in place. When you look up, you see him. Speaking of the devil. Coming towards you with an agitated expression, nearly freezing your mother who tries to intervene. You try to melt through the ice using your fire but burn part of your clothes. It's too late, anyways.

When you finally free your legs, he stands right in front of you. Your mother flees to a space nearby, too intimidated to confront him.

"Whether you want to come is not up for debate. Your mother has signed on your behalf." He says harshly, an undeniable chill runs up your spine from his presence. "Our family has connections, you do know that. No one will question the validity of your signature. Don't be difficult."

"How do you expect me not to be when you've paid off my own mother?" You say before trying to leave again, nearly slipping on his ice. His hand wraps around your forearm, he uses all of his strength and almost breaks your bone.

"You said it yourself, this isn't your family anymore." Shoto has waited far too long, he won't give up now. "You still love your father, don't you? Of course, you do. Should your dying father suffer because of your selfishness? Or be saved? It's your decision, but this isn't about you."

You look at your mother who silently pleads for you to follow Shoto. Then your mind trails to Enji who is listening to the whole conversation with his eyes shut tight as he wonders how he raised such a brute of a son. His hold softens, allowing you some freedom but you don't move.

"Shoto, you can't force me..." You want to sound firm in your words but they are uttered weakly. "We can find another way, but not like this..."

"I'm not forcing you. As I said this is your decision but if you know what's best, you'll come with me." Shoto's hand is completely removed from your forearm and extends out in a welcoming manner.

You glance around your childhood home that has been uprooted and transformed from top to bottom. You can't recognize it anymore, but there's no need to. This will be the last day you step foot into this house.

Cautiously, your fingers intertwine with Shoto's hand. His lips slyly curl upwards at your foolish decision. In the distance, you hear your mother breathe a sigh of relief.

"That's it, like an obedient daughter..." He turns around and begins instructing your mother about organizing a ceremony in the upcoming weeks. She eagerly runs off to celebrate the news with your father and other family members.

It was sickening to watch her demeanor switch in the span of a few seconds.

"You know," Shoto speaks again, returning his full attention to you. "I was beginning to think you forgot about what you said to me last night." His thumb massages gently into the back of your hand. "About how you loved me... That wasn't a lie, or was it?"

Not knowing how to respond verbally, you shake your head. Shoto softly whispers, "good, good" and kisses your hand. Truthfully, you weren't being dishonest. It was in the heat of the moment and if you were asked now, you wouldn't know what to say.

"You did make a promise to me, to spend more time together. In the end, it worked out perfectly for us." Another tightening hold on your hand sends a shock of pain through your arm. Briefly looking into his eyes and seeing him spiral, it's not Shoto anymore. "Now, we'll spend an eternity together. Til' death do us part..."

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Yandere Vampire!Shoto x Human!reader

Synopsis: Since you were young, at the age of 7 you were serving Shoto, both of you grew up together. Eventually he becomes so dependent on you and falls for you.

Warning: blood, violence, swearing, a bit nsfw

Wc: 2.2k

A/N: hii yall! Im back again with another au fic. i hope u all enjoy! will make another part, gonna set the setting for this au first (just imagine all those isekai manhwas with royalty and thats it lol. Feel free to ask!! (also this series will be a lot darker and stuff)

“Shoto, meet Y/N, she will be your personal assistant from now on.”

Shouto warily looked at you. A human, how distasteful. “Father, why do servants have to be humans? It’s disgusting.” Your eyes remain glued to the floor as your head stays tilted in a respectful bow, not daring to offend your masters in any way. Your masters are one of the most powerful families in the country, with a large palace overseeing the north kingdom. The kingdom consists of other noble vampires, commoners which were also vampires, then servants or slaves that were all human. Ever since the beginning, humans were vampires’ slaves, they were there for the beasts to command, with overwhelming strength and power, the humans stood no chance. You were one of the lucky ones that was born in a family that directly served noble families. From your birth, it was decided that you will be the young master Todoroki’s assistant. You were trained from an early age to perfection, from etiquette, to basic fighting skills– to protect your masters only– you were the perfect candidate for the soon to arrive young master. You were older than Shouto by a few months, and his successful birth sealed your fates together. 

“Do not complain Shouto, lest you desire to be the only master in the family with no accompanying assistance.” The big intimidating man stated with a huff. Shouto let out a frustrated sigh as he looked you again in the eye. “One mistake and you shall be our meal, do you understand?” The cold words accompanied by a somewhat strange soft voice made you look him in the eye for the first time. A young boy just a few months younger than you with eyes a beautiful shade of turquoise and dark gray, while his hair held the clouds and sunset rays of red. “Yes master.”

The first few days with him were simply exhausting. You did not know whether it was because you were human or his attitude was simply that of a spoiled rich kid. His spoiled act wasn’t exclusive to you, oh no, every single living thing in the palace was treated with malice, including vampires and even his own family, and his family did absolutely nothing in regards to his spoiled attitude, tch, nobles, you thought. You would wake him up every night at 6 pm, and endure his tantrums on being woken up too early. You would help him bathe and endure another 15 minutes of him complaining the water was too cold. You would help him get changed and endure another 30 minutes of him ranting about how awful your fashion sense is. What a child, you thought, everytime he opens his mouth you are reminded that he truly is a 6 year old child. After the nightly routine, dinner is in order, you would accompany him to the dining quarters only to be always stopped halfway through by Shoto telling you that “This is as far as you go, now be dismissed and go do your duty thingies.” as he walks off further to go to the dining quarters. You always wondered why, as you know that the other masters had their assistants with them while they feast. Perhaps it was a blessing that Shoto didn’t let you in, you knew it was a nightmare in there, with humans served as cuisines, you shudder at the thought and opt to not think about it, wanting to save your sanity in this forsaken place.

You would then prepare the things that Shoto would need for the night. You would get in touch with his tutor, and prepare his things for his study session. You would go to his room to tidy up, and prepare a set of pajamas to sleep in through the day. Daytime weakens vampires and they prefer to sleep through it, though do not be mistaken, they are still considerably strong, at least strong enough to subdue a human. You watch as Shoto focuses on the tutor’s teachings for the night. They were discussing things about economics, how boring, you thought. You took notice though, how Shoto seemed more distant than usual. Around 6 am, you will be readying Shoto for his slumber. As you changed him and tucked him in bed, you mindlessly asked him “Young master, are you okay?” Shoto looked at you surprised, as if you just grew horns and a tail. “Huh?” For some reason Shoto felt his cheeks burning up. “I’m completely fine! Are you okay?” Shoto said in an attempt to be sarcastic. You didn’t pick up on his sarcasm though, he seemed.. Flustered? “I’m doing fine young master, if ever you feel any discomfort please tell me. It is my job to ensure that you are at your utmost best.” You said with a smile. Shoto couldn’t stop the blush on his face. He quickly pulled the covers above his head “okay okay! I get it. You are dismissed now..” “ Have a good rest young master” You say as you leave the room. Little did you know that Shoto, who was being neglected by his family, not given enough attention and love, was gonna get attached to those few words you let out, wanting more of the warmth you radiated.

It came slowly, little changes like Shoto not throwing tantrums and not insulting your efforts while doing your duties. After his studies he would request to have tea in the garden under the moonlight, and he would always request you to be there with him. He would slowly open up to you, making many attempts to start a conversation.

“Did you know the stock market will be going down next week?”

“Accounting is so annoying, why do they need to make it so complicated? How foolish”

“What's your favorite season?”

“The moonlight seems prettier tonight”

“This tea tastes good, here have some”

Now his actions were confusing you entirely. He went from a tantrum throwing spoiled child, to a well mannered gentleman to you. It was a complete 180 for him and you didn’t know if he was planning something. Nevertheless you indulged him with his attempts at conversation as you quite enjoyed it as well, when he wasn’t acting like a pain in the as– head, he wasn’t that bad after all! After a few more months of this, you two were now as close as ever, Shoto even called you his playmate instead of assistant saying that “You’re different from other humans.” Which you didn’t completely get, all humans were the same after all. 

On one particular day, as the sun was starting to rise, you set Shoto to bed. You were going to leave the room when he held your hand and whispered “stay.” You got surprised by his behavior, even though you guys were close now, you wouldn’t dare sleep in his quarters, it was forbidden. You were merely a servant and he was a noble. You tried explaining this to him but his grip on your hand just tightened while tears started forming in his eyes. You knew that he longed for attention and love, something that you noticed throughout the months with him, was missing from his family. Just this one time wouldn’t hurt right? As long as you don’t get caught? After a few more moments of Shoto silently begging you, you finally agreed and his eyes shone with glee. He quickly scooted over and pulled the covers for you to get on the bed. As soon as you were settled on the bed he quickly cuddled by your side and fell asleep with his cheeks against yours. You closed your eyes and prayed that you won’t get caught, you also reminded yourself that this was a one time thing. Boy were you wrong. Not a single day went by that Shoto didn’t practically force you to sleep on his bed. This was your new normal now, though you were still careful not to get caught. This went on even when you both were now grown up, at the age of 20 Shoto still made you sleep with him, though he didn’t cuddle you as closely as before. 

You weren’t oblivious to the favor–obsession– Shoto had on you. You had to admit it was quite useful sometimes, like on times the head of the servants would scold you for no reason, Shoto would immediately punish them. Shoto became sweeter to you, almost like a lover you would dare say, as soft touches between the two of you would always result in fast heart beats and blushing small smiles. One day, as you were helping Shoto to change for bed, you quickly informed him that you could not sleep with him this time. He quickly asked you why and you simply told him there was going to be a meeting for all the servants. 

He borderline begged you to stay “Please Y/N stay, I don’t– I can’t sleep without you, you know that! Why would you leave me? Are they more important than me? Do you no longer like me?” You were surprised with all his questions, maybe he liked you a little bit more than you thought, you glanced at the clock on his wall, and noticed that he was now nuzzling your neck, inhaling your calming scent, one that would always calm him down. You then noticed a change in his breathing, it was now ragged and hot. “Young master? Are you okay?” You held his cheeks to make him face you, only to be faced with his dazed and half lidded eyes, his cheeks blushing “Call me by my name.” He demanded. “Shoto.” He kissed your lips with much fervor. He held your head, fingers intertwined with your hair, trying to pull you in even closer as your arms wrapped around his neck. You kissed him back trying to match his passion, tongues dancing together, saliva dripping to your and Shoto’s chin. His hands explored your body as he trailed kisses down to the side of your neck, leaving open kisses and hickies. Eyes closed and moaning softly, you gripped his broad shoulder for balance as he started licking your neck, only to gasp and open your eyes in surprise as he bit your neck, hard, drawing blood as he started sucking and drinking it. “Wha– Sho– Shoto?! Stop–” You tried pushing him away only for him to growl and bite harder, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, making sure you couldn’t escape him. You were starting to feel dizzy as you looked at him, his eyes were closed as his eyebrows were furrowed, blood dripping on the side of his mouth as his adam’s apple bobbed up and down showing how desperate he was to drink your blood. “Please.. Stop..” You fell down slowly as he fell down with you, arms still wrapped around you. You started seeing black spots darken your vision as you finally lost consciousness, your last thoughts being this was it, a death no different from others, by the hands of a vampire. 

You felt soft hair tickle your neck as you slowly opened your eyes. You were in Shoto’s bed and it was already nighttime. You quickly looked beside you to see him fast asleep, arms snaked around your waist as his head rested in the crook of your neck. You quickly lifted your hand to your neck only to feel bandages covering it so it wasn’t a dream you thought. As if hearing your thoughts Shoto stirred awake “Hello love. Did you rest well?” “Shoto what happened? What about my meeting wit–” “No need to worry love, it's all taken care of.” Shoto smiled as he caressed your cheek, hand slowly trailing down to your neck. “You tasted so sweet..” You tensed as he got closer to your neck, giving small kisses on the bandage. “Master, why would you do that?” Shoto felt his stomach drop as he panicked at the betrayed tone of your voice, he looked up at you and kissed your lips softly. “Darling I’m sorry I– I couldn’t resist. You just smelled so good. Please forgive me.” He looked at you with puppy eyes, and you swore you saw hearts in his eyes. You couldn’t help but forgive him, he promised he wouldn’t do it again. That was a lie. Every night as he woke up he would drink your blood from your neck, it became routine for the both of you. You would give in as he gave you his puppy eyes and begged “Please love, I can’t bear to drink anyone else's blood anymore” 

“You taste so good love, my darling baby.” 

“I’m sure the heavens cannot compare to you”  His sweet words would always sway you, and you just came to accept your fate. At least he didn’t overdo it, he would always stop right away whenever you would feel dizzy. Right after feeding from you, he would lick the wound on your neck, savoring whatever blood trickled out, then bandage up your neck. Whenever his family raised their eyes upon looking at your bandage, Shoto would simply dismiss them, still the ever spoiled and rude brat he is. Little did he know Touya, the eldest, had his eyes on the both of you.

Part 2

A/N: helooo if you made it here thanks for reading lol i want to make another part theres a lot i still want to write here, i have a lot of plot to cover lol like a little fight between touya and shoto, escape plans, and reader finding out a big secret about humanity and stuff hehe. Lemme know what yall think! And again feel free to ask! also if u wanna get tagged just let me know

taglist: @incredible-walker

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[sourlove]

YANDERE TODOROKI SHOTO HEADCANONS

TW: YANDERE THEMES, MANIPULATION, SLIGHT NON-CON, COERCION

The biggest issue with Todoroki as a yandere is probably the dependence.

It's cute at first and you let him carry on as he liked. You didn't mind him coming to you for advice or sticking close to you at events. You didn't even mind him inviting himself into your room and looking through your things. At least, you tried not to mind.

Everyone knew what Endeavor was like and anyone who met his children couldn't help but pity them.

You pitied Todoroki. He was nice, albeit a little socially stunted, and curious about how normal teenagers behaved.

He just needed some help, that's all.

It was easy to accommodate him into your friend groups and activities. Most people were more than happy to have a handsome, mysterious guy amongst them and Todoroki seemed to be picking up social norms quickly.

You noticed that every time you turned to face him, he was already looking at you. It was mildly disturbing. Especially because he never broke eye contact. He just...continued staring. You could feel it even when he was across the room, like a beacon that followed you wherever you went.

You tried not to let it bother you, even when people teased you about Todoroki's obvious crush on you. It made you uncomfortable. Todoroki was a friend that you were helping out.

Unfortunately, it seemed you were the only one who thought that way.

Before long, Todoroki wanted to learn how to connect more intimately.

It was awkward, to say the least. You tried to dance around the topic whenever he brought it up but he was relentless. Todoroki finally cornered you in your room, cool breath fanning your face.

"Please, Y/N?" he whispers softly. "It's one kiss. I just want to know what it feels like. You're the only one I feel comfortable asking..."

Curse your weak heart. You give in and Todoroki takes greedily. His lips are cold and his teeth bite down on your lip, making you yelp and allowing him to slip his tongue in.

Neither of you are particularly experienced but Todoroki still looks at you in dazed awe when you wriggle free.

He begs for more and more, using your pity for him against you.

"I want you to have all my firsts, Y/N. I feel so safe with you," he pleads, so pitifully and so hopelessly that you can already feel your defenses crumbling.

He just needed a bit more help. And if he needed you too...well, how could you possibly say no to him?

After all Todoroki had been through, he could only trust you.

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[ghostsy]

Dearly Beloved

WARNINGS: yandere, possessiveness, imprisonment, slight infantilization, non-consensual implications, abuse, nsfw, smut, dub/noncon

read at your own discretion.

yandere ! TODOROKI SHOTO X READER

“Please, if you have any information…”

She wanted to throw up. Or pass out. In any particular order she didn’t really care, just anything to stop this. Her legs had long gone numb strewn over his lap, the dewy stains of her despair spilled across his slacks, her hands secured tightly behind her back.

“I can’t eat. I can’t sleep. Whatever joy I had disappeared with her that day. Please, I just want her home. We just want to bring our daughter home. She deserved…she deserves better than this…”

The device responsible for her torture was still buzzing excitedly at the swollen source of agony between her thighs. A sudden silence filled the room, television screen freezing on sobbing faces, and her heart leapt to her throat.

“You’re not paying attention.”

The vibrator clicked off, and his hand came to rest on her thigh, the other still secured around her waist to prop her up, squeezing at her hips. Though, the circles he drew on her skin weren’t in any way a comfort.

She couldn’t see his face from her place in front of the screen, but she hardly had to guess his expression, hardly had to guess his feelings. His reputation preceded him. Hot and Cold. She’d learned through painful trial and error that it was meant in more ways than one.

She licked at her cracked lips, “I am. I am–please–I promise, I am,” Through the breaks, her voice was sugar sweet, innocent, docile. A thinly veiled search for mercy.

“We’ll rewind.” Though, it seemed he would give her none as he coaxed her gaze back to the television in front of them.

Right. There was another source of agony–of torture–he’d been keen on subjecting her to today. It was her fault, she supposed, for being foolish enough to believe that unlocked window to be anything other than a test. A test that she’d, of course, failed. 

“Nearly one year after the sudden disappearance of a Tokyo woman, friends and family are struggling to hold on to hope. Our journalists caught up with…”

She closed her eyes, swallowing the salty tears fighting their way up her throat to join the streams on her cheeks, and opened her mouth to speak, hiccuping on her sobs.

“Please, I’ll–I’m sorry. I can’t take–I’ll never–I won’t–promise I won’t–”

“I don’t see the problem,” He’d made a career out of patronizing her, she’d discovered, “You wanted to see your friends and family, right?” The growing heat on her thigh meant it wasn’t rhetorical. 

She hissed at the burn, forcing a reply through gritted teeth, “I didn’t mean–”

“You didn’t mean…? You’re hardly in a position to be picky,” Shifting his hold on her, the vibrator, still latched to her pulsing clit, clicked on, two of his fingers dipped down, circling her glistening hole, teasing, “I’d say it's plenty gracious of me to give you even this,” Calloused and cold, they shoved themselves inside her, setting an unforgiving pace. 

She nearly keeled over from the sensation, cursing under her breath, “I’m–It wasn’t–Can we please just–”

“You think you’d be happier, right?” His canines grazed her neck, threatening to break through the skin, “That you’d feel better out there. What’s anyone out there ever done for you?” He scoffed, “What have they done to earn your love?” The tremble of his voice reminded her of his barely contained, and building, rage. She had to do something.

“No, that’s not–” She begged with his name on her lips, “I just–I just wanted–”

“All you need to do is convince me,” There was electricity building in her veins, though a pit of dread forming in her stomach, “Your happiness depends on them? I’m really so terrible?” The murmur of the television was turning to static in her ears, “Get through one interview, then,” He huffed out a humorless laugh, “Just one, I promise,” Voice low and sultry, “Without gushing on my fingers while you watch them cry.”

She choked on a sob, but the ache in her limbs and the tightness squeezing its way from her chest to her throat significantly damped any anger she would have–should have–felt. 

“She was my best friend; she wouldn’t have just up and left.”

She just wanted this to be over. Find her panties, curl up under her bed covers, and let the roaring tides in her lungs pour out her eyes, and scream. Scream ‘till she passed out, hoping to find peace in the abyss of unconsciousness.

“Was? Are you saying that you think she’s passed on?”

“...I—Well, it’s not—It’s just, it’s been so long, and I–if we, the people who care about her, are going to have any chance at healing…”

Alas, fate was never so kind to her, and she was reminded of another, more humiliating, tide pooling in her gut.

Two fingers inside her became three, and she bit her tongue to stifle a whimper as they reached that once special, now cursed, spot inside her. It didn’t feel good. It didn’t. It didn’t.

Sighing, he brought the hand around her waist to pet at her hair, “Don’t you see?” He tucked the strands behind her ear, hot breath hitting her skin, “They’ve given up on you. What will it take for you to understand, lovely?”

“I’m just so tired. We all are. But I love her, really I do.”

He snorted, “Love you. They don’t love you,” Angling his face downwards, hair tickling her cheek, “Family. Friends,” She was panting now, eyes going crossed from exertion, “They mean nothing. They are nothing.” She wouldn’t come; she couldn’t. But the clenching of her walls against his fingers betrayed her, and she felt his lips pull into a smirk against her throat.

“There’s just…what else is there left to do? I can’t–I don’t–scouring woods and swamps and–to try and find…try and find what? I just can’t–I can’t do it–I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I can’t–”

“No one takes care of you like I do.” 

Vibrator still buzzing, a numbing, pulsing, ache formed between her legs, and his fingers, wet and crystalline, sped their pace, squelching as they fucked in and out of her weeping entrance. There was a ringing in her ears as she felt the floodgates start to open. Please no. Not again. 

What would they say if they could see her now? Mewling and moaning like a whore on her captor’s fingers while their worlds upended? How disgusting she was–if only her body agreed. 

“Take your time. If this is too hard–”

“No. I can at least do this for her. So people remember her. Remember her name. She would have wanted at least that.”

“No one knows you like I do.”

He was trailing wet kisses up her neck, tongue and teeth coming together to form scattered bruises in his path. Her thighs were spasming, flexing in an attempt to stave off the waves of pleasure threatening to drown her.

“It’s clear how much she means to you. How lucky she must have felt to have someone care about her so deeply.”

“No one loves you like I do.”

His teeth sunk into her earlobe, and her vision went white, nerves exploding as her walls clenched, desperately, gratefully, if not ashamedly, fluttering around his digits for what felt like the hundredth time that day.

Though the relief, like any momentary pleasure he’d bestowed upon her, unwilling or otherwise, was short lived. Coming down from her high, she blinked away the tears weighing on her lashes, and blurring her vision, lungs heaving in an attempt to gather her bearings. The vibrator clicked off, and his fingers pulled themselves from her, dewy and gleaming.

“Suck.” He pushed them through her lips, and she choked on their length, licking at the sticky substance, and swallowing to assuage his anger. He removed them with a pop, and she held her breath, praying to whatever god she did or didn’t believe in that he would release her. He’d made his point, right? 

“I’m…I’m sorry,” She gulped in air to stifle the shake in her voice, and nuzzled her head in the crook of his neck, wetting the skin with her tears, pathetic, “I won’t–”

“You didn’t think we were finished did you?” Her heart dropped to her stomach, “You’ve failed to convince me, you know.” 

“I’m convinced!” She winced, realizing the volume, but found he was waiting for her to continue, “I’m…I’m convinced. You were right. I shouldn’t have tried to leave…I wasn’t–I wasn’t thinking.”

The second of silence was months long, but a soft laugh tinged with delirium broke through the static noise. Cold fingers clutched at her jaw, angling her face towards his own.

Forced to meet his gaze, she hated to admit it, but he was so pretty. The allure of mystery twinkled in those mismatched eyes, hiding the promise of something no man or woman or person could possibly hope to resist.

“No,” Sighing, his free hand squeezed at her waist, “No, you were never really good at that, were you?” She nearly didn’t hear him, lost to her thoughts, wallowing in self pity and hate; why hadn’t she seen it before?

She just wished she could have left well enough alone. Let that mystery pass her by unsolved. A promise can be hollow, she’d learned; a vortex of nothing that pulls you into the blackness, greedy in its emptiness to steal any soul or love or light from its captive, leaving them to drown in the inky darkness, dead, but never alone.

A stinging pinch at her side motivated her to sputter out the prompted answer.

“At what?”

“Thinking.”

She could say something, she realized. Anything. Anything but what she knew she’d let slip from her lips. Fucking coward.

“No,” Coward, “No, I wasn’t–I’m–No, I’m not.” 

He hummed, eyes twinkling, amused, “Anything else?”

Her teeth sunk into her lip, bloated and salted with her tears, canines piercing through the skin to let drops of red bubble to the surface. Still, she forced out another meek placation.

 “I’m sorry,” But cowards don’t get burnt and they don’t get frostbite and they don’t get hurt, “I’ll–I’ve learned my–my lesson, now. I promise, please–”

“It’s cute that you think anything you say matters,” Cowards don’t get hurt, she reminded herself, but the stinging of shattered pride in her chest argued otherwise, “Besides,” He motioned towards the television, “We’re not even halfway through.”

No. No no no. She’d done what he’d said, hadn’t she? Please. No more. The knot in her throat was making it hard to breathe, twisting and growing, “Please–”

He sighed as he shifted a bit behind her, and she felt it, more present than before, “What kind of lover would I be if I didn’t follow through on my promises, lovely?” The clink of a belt buckle ripped at her heart, “And, really, how can I resist,” Fingers trailed back down to swipe at her puffy and abused and dripping entrance before pulling away, flexing his fingers as the dewy substance stuck in webs to the digits, “When you’re practically begging for it.”

She felt like a ragdoll, what little fight or resistance or hope beaten and torn from inside her. A firm hand bruised her waist as he lifted her, and shuffled out of his pants. He turned her face back towards the screen, a trail of frost creeping at her jawline as he released her.

“If there’s anything you’d say to her if you could–anything you think she’d want to hear…”

“There’s just one thing.”

Something too big and too hard and too familiar prodded at her sore and tired entrance, and her fingernails made crescent moons in her tied palms.

“Wherever you are. Whatever happened.”

The wetness allowed him to slide in rather easily, but the girth was accompanied by a burning stretch. She should have been used to this by now, and while the feel of his cock throbbing inside her was all too familiar, she found herself dizzy, unfocused, nauseous. She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t breathe. She wanted to scream, but that inky blackness of his had filled her lungs. 

“I hope you’re somewhere warm and bright, even if it’s above the clouds.”

She was drowning. Drowning and hurting, and clawing for just a hint of light from the abyss of broken promises. Wasn’t drowning supposed to be peaceful? How long did she have to wait until it was peaceful? 

“I hope you’ve found peace.”

“Oh,” He sighed as he bottomed out inside her, “This is my favorite part.”

Her limbs felt heavy, and she felt so tired. Was this the good part? Give up and it won’t hurt. Give up and let him do as he pleased. Give up and drown prettily. Become as empty and hollow as the pit she was trapped in, and the hurt would stop. Feelings and pain and everything. Make it stop.

“And I promise, I won’t ever stop loving you.”

#yandere bnha #yandere mha #yandere todoroki #yandere todoroki shoto #yandere todoroki shouto #yandere boku no hero academia #yandere my hero academia #yandere todoroki x reader #yandere shoto x reader #yandere shouto x reader #yandere todoroki shoto x reader #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere todoroki shouto x reader

[mango-bango-bby]

hi, mango how are you? although it is highly unlikely, what if todoroki used his fire quirk to injure them but he didnt mean to and they're scared of fire? hope you have a great day<33

♡ Nightmares ♡

Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, characters are aged up, injuries and burns, injury comfort, mostly fluffy comfort, Shoto has nightmares 🥺

Summary: Shoto has frequent nightmares, but tonight he accidentally hurts you in his sleep while having one of these nightmares (Yan!Todoroki x GN!reader)

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Shoto would never hurt you, he never wanted to hurt you. You were precious to him. You deserved to be treasured. That was always his mentality when it came to you.

Shoto was subject to nightmares often, often times he would wake up and be able to calm himself down before going back to sleep. Most of them consisted of his childhood but the worst nightmares always had to do with you. His worst nightmares dealt with you falling out of love with him, or you getting hurt in some way.

You hum a bit at the movement beside you. Shoto slept with his arms around you, so it was strange that he had migrated so far away from you.

You sit up in the dark, turning to Shoto. You squint a bit, trying to adjust your eyes to the dark. You can hear Shoto muttering in his sleep, most of it is nonsense but the one thing you do hear is your name, he was having one of his nightmares again.

“Hmm, Shoto…” you mutter, softly placing your hand on his arm. “Shoto…” you mumble louder, shaking his arm a bit to hopefully wake him up. You could tell that his nightmare was escalating, his muttering was louder, he was sweating, his breath was even picking up.

“Wake up you’re dreaming” you say louder, shaking him so that he would hopefully wake up. “Sho-” you start, being cut off by a shriek. Shoto jumps up at your scream immediately turning to you, seeing tears in your eyes and you holding onto your arm with he had clearly burned in his sleep while having his nightmare.

“Darling, let me see it” Shoto says, watching you cry, trembling as you hold out your arm to him. God, he hated himself, how could he want to protect you from the world if he couldn’t protect you from himself!? Luckily it wasn’t to bad of a burn, but he could see you were shaken up.

“Fuck…” Shoto mutters, bringing his right hand up to your burn. He gently runs his hand over your skin, using his quirk to help sooth the burn. You hiss slightly at the feeling but it’s helping, the icy air feels like a cool blanket over your new burn. Shoto sighs, keeping his hand over your burn and cooling it off, you could practically see the pain in his eyes.

“I’m so sorry, my love…” He whispers, looking into your eyes while still soothing your new burn. An injury that he caused, if he meant to or not.

“It’s okay, Shoto…” you whispered back, your eyes were kind and gentle despite the accidental pain he had caused you. “It was an accident” you whispered, a gentle smile on your face as you look into his teary eyes.

“I’m going to be okay, I know you wouldn’t hurt me…” you whispered, letting out a small sigh at the cold air he still puts on your burn. He looks at you, a look of adoration in his tearful eyes. He truly loved you, he would never hurt you.

“I love you so much, darling…”

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Thank you for reading, darling!!

(A/N: I can totally see him having nightmares 😭😭 Also I’ve been working on a lot of Miguel fics lately so I hope you guys like those because I have A LOT in the drafts)

Masterlist ➸ ♡

#yandere bnha #soft yandere #yandere shouto #platonic yandere shoto #yandere shoto x reader #yandere shoto todoroki #yandere!todoroki #platonic yandere todoroki #yandere todoroki x reader #yandere todoroki

[heich0e]

i think shouto and touya are both the kind of guys who love watching you sleep. and there's definitely something at least kind of sweet about it sometimes, but there is undeniably also something incredibly unnerving abt waking up and having them openly staring at you

#plus half the time touya wasn't even there when you went to sleep #and shouto has this weird habit of standing OVER you while he does it (but he also does it while he lays next to you obviously) #just imagine meeting the Todoroki Blank Stare™ in the dark like a jumpscare #i'm in the market atm for some dick from a guy who is Peculiar and these 2 are really doin' it for me #tw yandere #(just in case!!!!) #bnha hcs

[sei-rq]

Would you ever consider writing a yandere shoto todoroki who baby traps reader? 🥰 anyway i already love your writings i cant believe you’re new here

Baby Trapping w/ Shoto Todoroki

[a/n]- before we start, I really like the idea and I also love shouto but I don't feel really comfortable writing a yandere themed fic for him.. sorry for that, but other than that Shouto is really possessive here (plus I'm so fucking late, I'm sorry I was literally so unmotivated these past months)

Warnings: afab!reader, (slight) dub-con, possessive shouto, dark content, forced breeding (kinda not really)

"How did things turn out like this?" was probably the first thought that came to your mind, You were just talking to Shouto about how it's crazy that most of your friends have already started a family of their own, how everytime they come over now they'll have a little kid running around your house looking at things in the most curious and innocent way.

So how did THAT conversation turn into you being forced down into a mating press position, while Shouto thrusts his cock in and out of your swollen hole, how many times have you came? three? no definitely more than that, it's overstimulating so so overstimulating and everything aches, but the pleasure is undeniable, "Sh-shou! wait-"

He does anything but wait, "please it feels so good, gonna give me a baby yeah?" Your eyes widen, so that's why? He wants a baby, preferably a cute baby girl with your doe eyes and your hair, your bubbly personality, he wants a mini you. He wants a mini you wobbling around the house looking so so cute just like you but tiny, and god does it feel good to know that, that mini you is also his, you're his and the kid you're gonna have is his.

All of you is his, every body part, every smile you give, all the tears you cry, all the pain and pleasure you go through is his, he wants to make you his and mark you as his, even though he knows you're already his, but that isn't enough to suffice his needs, he wants.. no he NEEDS you to have his babies, He wants every part of him to be in you, so thinking of you being so chubby and round carrying his little baby is adorable to him, he'll make sure you're getting pregnant tonight.. there is no escaping him now, you're his. it doesn't matter what you think, your opinion doesn't matter here, he knows what's best for you ..

#todoroki x reader #mha x reader #todoroki smut #todoroki shoto fluff #todoroki shouto #todoroki shoto #todoroki shouto x reader #todoroki shouto x you #todoroki x poc!reader #todoroki x black!reader #todoroki shouto smut #todoroki x y/n #todoroki x you #shouto x y/n #yandere shouto #shouto smut #shouto x you #shouto x reader #shoto todoroki #shoto todoroki x reader #shoto todoroki x you #shoto todoroki x y/n #shouto fluff #shoto smut #shoto hcs #shouto headcanons #mha headcanons #mha smut #mha hcs

[apollodarling-writes]

hello!! how have u been?? if its ok may i request yan shoto todoroki headcanons please 💖 (also can you make a masterlist if its ok? tyyy)

EDIT: OH MY GOD I TOTALLY FORGOT TO ANSWER THE FIRST HALF OF THE ASK. IM SO DISGRACEFUL. IM OKAY AND I HOPE YALL ARE AS WELL!!!!!

YAN TODOROKI SHOTO HCs

cw: stalking/implied stalking, bribing of public officials, use of hush money, panty/underwear sniffing, forced isolation, manipulation, indirect murder, 

todoroki shoto grew up in a harsh environment and i feel like that would be why he would become a yandere.

todoroki would be yandere for someone who is kind and caring, and wouldn’t ogle his burn scar or maybe they even find it’s pretty.

when todoroki is yandere, it’s subtle. he doesn’t show his emotions through facial expressions, and his body language is hard to read, so you likely wouldn’t know until it’s too late.

todoroki isn’t the type of yandere to remove you from society unless you’re a danger to yourseld or you’re IN danger. 

todoroki would (with his father’s card) pay someone to bug your phone so that he has access to all of your activity and location at all times. he’s never far from you. 

todoroki also would pay someone to keep watch over you so that you’re always safe.

if todoroki feels like you aren’t paying enough attention to him, he’s much like Yan!Deku where he subtly isolates you from the sidelines by spreading rumours and manipulating you.

todoroki is breaking his back to become a hero, so he won’t murder anyone with his own hands, but he will pay someone else to do it. 

if anyone finds out what hes doing, he’ll either have someone kill them, or will use hush money to keep it under wraps.

todoroki is a closeted pervert, so he will sneak into your house and steal your underwear/panties to help him get off to the thought of you/smell and will return them once the scent is gone in a place that you frequently lose things or somewhere you (believably) misplaced it.

shoto as a yandere, if you can overlook the immoral behavior and the murder, is actually kinda sweet.

he’ll learn to cook for you and make you nice dinners

he’ll spoil you with his father’s money- without your knowledge of course- and you’ll find them in your room when you get home. 

todoroki isn’t entirely delusional, so he knows that once you find out, you’ll be devastated and he’ll lose your trust, so he’ll do everything in his power to make sure you don’t find out. 

todoroki loves you very, very much and would go to any length to make sure you’re safe and happy- except for leaving you alone. 

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[envy-of-the-apple]

Hi, I really liked you're mutual fascination fic, and was wondering if you could do a part 2? No rush, I just really enjoyed it. Thank you

I didn't realize that would get so popular! I appreciate yall! remember how I said this was based on the worldbuilding of a bakudeku fic?

Naga!Yandere!Bakudekutodoeiji x reader x Mermaid!Yandere!OchaMomoTsuyuMina

Part one

(Yandere, Captivity, Isolation, Dark content, innervictim blaming)

They've probably noticed you were gone by now.

This won't do anything. Sitting here, by the shore, watching the waves toss and turn so freely in the horizon. You can't escape. All this rebellion is doing is making things worse.

Katsuki would probably try to grab you, pulling you by the elbow, too enraged to care that he hurt you. Izuku, ever your savior, would try to dissuade him, inevitably getting into a fight with his pack leader. It would leave you to Eijirou's and Shoto's arms, as they both try to console you and themselves that you haven't left them. You know them so well. You hate it.

But you couldn't help but take the chance to run when they were so distracted. It was all so suffocating. You were so sick of their constant attention. Just one second away would make it all worth it.

So you stay on the shore of the beach, biding your time.

You wonder if you could've done anything differently back then. Back when they weren't so invested in you. Had you accidentally made them think you were available to them? Had you infringed on a ritual usually done by other mates?

Then again, what hadn't you done? You ate their food, you smiled with them, you taught them your language, and you slept with them for fucks sake. How could you have been so stupid?

A sigh escapes your lips. You feel drained. You don't want to think, not now. Mindlessly, you dip your bare leg in the water, swirling it around. The water cools down your heated skin.

You freeze when you catch two green eyes staring at you from beneath the surface.

At first, you think it's Izuku. But the naga hardly ever goes into the water.

And the face is too feminine to be Izuku.

You don't scream until a slender, wet hand shoots out of the water to grab your leg. You shriek, choked with fear as you immediately thrash around. The hand is strong, barely relenting against your rebellion until someone else's hand forces a release.

You scramble backward, tripping over yourself as you try to get away from the water. There's clicking, angry, like a warning. It reminds you of the tone Katsuki uses against a rambunctious Eijirou.

"Sorry," A girlish voice calls out, "Is sorry."

The soft tone catches you off guard. It's been so long since you've heard voice other than Katsuki's baritone roar. Curiosity wins over fear. You creep back, peeking into the ocean.

Two faces look back at you. The first one, the one that grabbed you, guiltily looks away when you look at her. She lets out a small thrill, softly brushing away her green locks. The new face gives another annoyed click before glancing up at you. Her cheeks are round, pink, flushed. She looks so soft as she smiles at you with pretty brown eyes.

"Scare you. Sorry," She repeats.

You stare at them, transfixed. You hadn't even known other beings other than the four nagas lived here. It made you feel ecstatic, as well as a little apprehensive.

"It's okay," You find yourself saying, "It...surprised me. It's okay."

You turn back to the green-haired girl, giving a tentative smile. She beams, seeming positively delighted that you acknowledged her.

"Who are you?" The brown-haired girl blinks at your question. She points at herself.

"Ochako!" She says proudly, before moving to her partner, "Tsuyu."

You nod. They wait, staring intently at you. Realizing yourself, you fumble out your own name. Ochako repeats it on her tongue over and over again. Tsuyu watches her, tittering.

"Others too!" Ochako adds when they're finished fangirling over your name, "You meet? Others?"

You blink, shrinking back. "You mean...Katsuki?" Had you read this wrong? Were these two just goons Katsuki sent to find you.

To your surprise, Ochako's nose wrinkles in disgust. She hisses.

"No. Katsuki bad." She gripes, "My mates. You meet?"

You relax, finding relief she disdained Katsuki as much as you. You nod.

"I'd love to meet your mates," You respond. Who knows, maybe finding new allies could help you get off this island.

Ochako looks positively overjoyed. She trills before disappearing under the shore. Tsuyu stays, silently staring at you.

You wave.

She timidly waves back and you catch her staring at your legs.

You aren't unused to the attention your legs give you. You're an oddity among this kind. You understand that. You fascinate them. It can give you leverage, especially if you want to be liked, to be helped.

"You can touch, if you want," You offer.

Tsuyu blinks up at you with wide eyes. She hesitantly comes forward towards your legs. Her hands linger, just an inch or two away from your skin before she looks back up at you for confirmation.

You nod. She presses cold fingers against your skin, cooing with awe.

As she studies you, you study her. There are a lot of differences between her and Izuku. She's more slender, but considering how easily she grabbed you, their strength must be evenly matched. She has claws that she careful to not nick your skin, but you can also spot some type of webbing in between her fingers. Your gaze travels to her forearms, catching the sight of translucent fins on each one. It makes you wonder if the females of their species are more equipped to water than the males.

Ochako comes back a minute later. You pull away from Tsuyu, who sighs in disappointment. Two more heads follow her. A girl with unruly pink hair smiles eagerly at you. She's easily the most inhuman of them all. Pink skin, black sclera with golden eyes.

The other one, with black hair and inviting black eyes, smiles at you.

"When Ochako said a human was here, I almost didn't believe her," She spoke more coherently than Katsuki did. You wouldn't have been surprised if she was human herself.

"Hello," You breathe, suddenly overwhelmed by the attention.

"I'm Momo," She says. The pink-haired one beside her can hardly contain herself. She nearly jumps out of the water to greet you.

"Mina!" She titters out what is most likely her name. "Hi! Hi! Hi!"

"Hi, Mina," You say, failing to replicate her enthusiasm. She's about to move closer when Ochako gives her a glare, pulling her back. Mina deflates, but she doesn't argue.

"So, are you...?" You point at them, "Naga? You don't look like naga."

Momo smiles, "We most certainly do not." As if to prove it, Mina pridefully lifts up the rest of her body. You gape at the beautiful pink tail.

"Mermaids?" It doesn't sound possible, but you were also kept against your will by four possessive naga.

Momo nods, "There are many words you humans use to call us. That should suffice."

"I'm curious, how did you get here?" Momo suddenly asks, "I don't mean to be rude, but we usually don't get humans at these parts of the world."

"I was shipwrecked," You sigh, leaning closer, already feeling more comfortable with the four mermaids than you did the other naga, "I've been here for weeks with..."

Momo is able to piece together your story, "Katsuki, Izuku, Eijirou, and Shouto."

The other three stiffen at the names. Ochako hisses again. The fins by the sides of Mina's head flatten as she scowls. Tsuyu meekly ducks her head underneath the water.

"You aren't fans of them," You state from their reactions.

"You could say that," Momo trails off as she observes you, "Forgive me, but you have been staying with them, yes? Have they..?" She trails off, scanning you again. You realize she's looking for injuries.

"No," You quickly assure, "They haven't hurt me." Not physically, at least.

Momo nods, looking relieved.

"But...they've kept me here. They won't allow me to leave. There's no way to leave." You let out a mirthless chuckle before staring back at Momo. "Can-can you help me get off the island? Please? I'd-I'd really like to go home."

The three mermaids look at you in pity while Momo bites her lip, her eyes flash with an emotion you can't place. It looks familiar.

"Help!" Mina exclaims, looking around her, "We help! Yes!"

Momo titters at her, effectively hushing her. The four murmur together in a language you will never be able to understand. Mina looks confused at Momo's voice, glancing back at you in what looks like worry. Ochako beams. Tsuyu nods. For some reason, you suddenly feel like you're back in the camp, surrounded by the titters of the naga.

But it's different. They'll help you.

"We will help you," Momo confirms her mate's words, "There's a human island not far from here. I see ships coming and going every so often. Perhaps you can get help there."

Your heart flutters at just the thought of seeing other people again. Then, you frown.

"I...can't get into the water," You admit, "I can swim, but it won't be enough to get me to the island."

"That's why you'll have us," Momo offers, "We can let you ride our backs. It won't be a long trip, just thirty or so minutes."

Your heart soared, and you felt like sobbing at their graciousness.

"Really?" You ask, not believing it, "You'll help me?"

"Of course," Momo croons, "We would absolutely love to help a pretty thing like you."

She reaches out, seemingly to caress your face, before frowning when she fails to reach you.

"You must get into the water now," She urges, "We must go."

You blindly agree, about to jump in her arms, when something makes you pause. The sudden tale of sirens pops into your head, how they lure in sailors and devour them.

Momo never quite confirmed what they were.

You retract your hand, not quite shifting away. Ochako frowns in disappointment. You can't help but think it reminds you of a cat losing its prey.

"What's the island called?" You ask stumbling for your words, "The locals. What-what do they call the land? What language do they speak?"

Momo smiles, but frustration flashes through her eyes.

"I've never really gone close to fully inspect," She casually drawls, "But I'm sure they'll find ways to accommodate you, even if they don't speak your language."

Her voice was sickly sweet.

You can't trust Momo. You can't trust Ochako. You can't trust Tsuyu. You can't trust Mina. No matter how sweet they seemed, how eager they seemed to help, you couldn't get into the water with them.

But you couldn't stay here. You couldn't stay on the island where the Nagas were searching for you.

At least you knew what they were planning on doing with you. The monsters you know are better than the monsters you don't. No matter how pretty they were.

"Come here," Ochako rasps, pulling forward with wide eyes. Her eyes had lost the warmth.

"Or Tsuyu sing song."

You don't get the chance to figure out what that means. A hand grabbed you, pulling you back into a hard chest. Above you, Shouto hisses into the water.

Ochako hisses back, far more animalistic than you ever thought someone like her to be. Mina and Tsuyu looked just as aggressive as they glared at the Naga who gripped you. Momo only blinked, turning to Katsuki who appeared beneath the canopy, Eijirou and Izuku flanking him.

"You're here," She clicks her tongue in obvious distaste, "I thought we'd have more time. How unfortunate."

"Our mate," Katsuki growls with conviction, "Ours. Not yours to take."

The four form a protective shield against you and the mermaids. You don't know whether to feel relief or dread at their arrival. The mermaids try to slink closer as if to attack, but Momo stops them with a small click. She sighs.

She calls your name sweetly. The nagas stiffen, but you peek over them, catching her gentle look.

"I'm afraid we ran out of time today." She smiles. "You must be off now. I hope you visit us soon."

Mina lets out a heartbroken moan, pushing past her mates to get to the shore.

"Leave?" She whines, "No go. No go."

You watch at her pitiful attempt to get out of the water in an effort to reach you. Her tail shows again, pink, sparkling in the sun. Tsuyu is the one who gently pulls her back. Mina sobs in her mate's arms as she continues to watch you.

At her response, Eijirou gives an aggressive growl, stalking up to her. It's Izuku who titters him back.

Momo tilts her head at your frozen stature, "Go on, now." She gently urges.

You give a small nod, letting Izuku push you away from the water. Eijirou shuffles in front of you, clearly checking for any injuries. Katsuki and Shouto angrily click in their language. Tentatively, you glance back at the water, finding the four mermaids still perched at the shore.

Their eyes never leave your figure until you break through the canopy. And even then, you have a feeling you hadn't seen the last of them.

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[yanderenightmare]

TODOROKI SHOTO MASTERLIST

Ranging from my top Shoto post to posts with notes above 1k.

Darling uses sex to calm down yandere captor ! Todoroki:

DARLING INITIATING SEX ♡4k

Cock descriptions:

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What BNHA ! yandere is the scariest:

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TODOROKI ♡2k

Shoto ! nii-san and his little sister needs to share the bed:

KINSHIP ♡2k

Yandere captor ! Todoroki reacting to pregnant darling:

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Todoroki and darling's sexual role-play dynamic:

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[lovelyiida]

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YANDERE! TODOROKI X READER

SYNOPSIS: Todoroki deeply appreciates all of his upperclassmen, but it seems that you matter the most.

WARNINGS: fem reader, manipulation, possessive nature, stalking, suggestive content, gaslighting, swearing/vulgar language, endeavor sneak

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The day you walked through the door and your eyes met his, he knew he was absolutely smitten. His duo-toned eyes tracked your every move as you looked around the classroom, your eyes trained and curious, excited to meet the new underclassmen.

"These are your upperclassmen leaders," said Mr. Aizawa, his tone straight, with a not-so-subtle hint of boredom. His eyes scanned a sheet of paper as he read to the students, "The upperclassmen you see here today are sophomores; they will lead and guide you when in doubt," he finished.

"When I call your name, please raise your hand so I can assign you a leader," Aizawa grumbled.

Todoroki scanned the room; some of his classmates seemed excited to meet new people and be assigned a leader. Todoroki never had a problem with it; he knew he would never really "use" his leader since he was so stubborn in his own ways.

As he patiently waited, he saw the group narrowing down. With every name called, the leader would walk next to the student's desk.

"Shoto Todoroki."

Snapping out of his daze, Todoroki raised his hand silently. With a deep sigh, Aizawa looked at the small group of patient sophomores and then pointed toward you. Blinking, you smiled and bowed politely before walking your way toward Todoroki.

Todoroki looked into your eyes; they were warm and welcoming as you approached him with a polite smile. The way your hair accentuated your features and the sense of shy pride in your walk made you seem inviting, much like his friends.

As you stepped next to him, you greeted him with a bow. "Nice to meet you, I'm Y/n L/n," you said softly, extending your arm; you placed your hand out for him to shake.

With a nod, he reached out and shook it.

"Todoroki."

Throughout his freshman year, he had small interactions with you, sometimes bumping into each other in the hallways or exchanging a quick hello.

"Hey, Todoroki!" You waved, a bright smile showing on your lips as you stepped towards him. Todoroki stopped in his tracks and politely bowed.

"L/n, I'd like to talk, but you'll be late," he said. Todoroki turned to point at the clock. Three minutes until the bell.

"Nah, don't worry; gonna skip anyway," you said with a chuckle. "Skip?" He said in confusion, earning a laugh from you.

"Yeah, skip—you do know what skipping means, right?" You asked, a bit concerned if he didn't. Todoroki scratched the back of his neck and nodded in reply. "I do, it's just—I thought as an upperclassman, you're supposed to lead by example and not do things you aren't supposed to do," he mumbled. You let out a sigh.

"Well, sometimes upperclassmen get tired of hearing the same predictable things from the same teachers every day and decide to take a new path for the day. Think of it as character development," you said with a smug smile.

Todoroki looked at you with his eyes filled with wonder (and confusion), trying to figure out your actions.

"Why would you—"

Todoroki's words were cut off by the bell sounding for the next class. Looking up at the clock, he made a mental note to end the conversation.

"Sorry, but I have to leave—"

"Come with me," you said.

Todoroki blinked at you, taken aback by your words. Did you want him to skip with you? Why would you want to do that?

"What if we get caught? We'll get in trouble," he said with a frown. "You won't get caught if you run into the right people... c'mon," you smiled, lightly grabbing hold of his wrist and gently pulling him next to you.

"I know a place where no one can find us," you whispered, your voice carrying a sense of secrecy and excitement.

After climbing a few flights of stairs and navigating through a maze of corridors, the two of you arrived in what felt like a forgotten corner of the school.

The hallway appeared ordinary but had an eerie atmosphere, with dust hanging in the air and a silence broken only by the distant sounds of the outside world. The windows were covered with plastic, casting a muted, filtered light into the desolate space. It felt like a post-apocalyptic scene, frozen in time.

"What is this place?" Todoroki asked, his eyes scanning the surroundings curiously.

"I believe this was supposed to be the main floor for all the #-A pro-hero students. Perhaps, one year, we'll be just a couple of feet away from each other. Sadly, this won't be our official hangout spot anymore," you said, a touch of melancholy in your voice, aware of the missed opportunities this hidden place represented.

But your words piqued Todoroki's interest. "Our spot?" he repeated.

You nodded, a soft smile playing on your lips. "Yep. I used to come here by myself—until you. I felt you were worthy of sharing this space. So now, this is our secret hideaway."

Eagerly, you led him into a vacant classroom. Upon entering, both of you marveled at the sight before you. The room was immaculate, filled with brand-new seats and desks that gleamed under the faint light. The desks even had touchscreen technology.

Walking over to a random area, you read a tag on one of the shelves.

"Class 3-A Seniors, this is the senior classroom!" you whispered with excitement, your eyes lighting up at the thought of what the future might hold.

"It seems kind of small," Todoroki remarked, his analytical nature always observant.

You pursed your lips, contemplating his observation. "Well, you don't see too many senior pro-heroes around, do you? Most of them are out there, gaining experience through internships and missions. The lower-ranked ones stay back, focusing on honing their fundamental skills and knowledge before they graduate," you explained, your voice filled with understanding.

Todoroki nodded in acknowledgment, pulling out a chair. You followed suit, sitting down beside him, the excitement still palpable in the air.

"So, why did you bring me here?" he asked, his gaze finally meeting yours, his eyes searching for the depths of your intentions.

"Because," you began, your voice soft yet earnest, "I wanted to get to know you beyond the classroom, beyond the hero facade. I wanted to understand the person you are, and I thought this hidden place might be the perfect setting for that." As you spoke, your eyes met his, filled with a genuine curiosity and a desire to connect on a deeper level.

So that’s what the both of you did, you talked.

Todoroki didn’t realize how nice it was to have someone to vent all his issues to. He dumped his guts out to you, and by the end of the class hour the both of you walked out with a deeper bond. A bond he was never able to share with his fellow classmates.

As the years went by, he became even more fond of you.

He’d constantly be at your hip, from seeing each other early in the morning to talking on the phone until late at night. He considered you a very close friend, someone he found solitude in. Your bond was so strong that it felt like no matter where you went you felt connected to each other.

And maybe it’s because you were, from a distance of course.

While you attended your classes, Todoroki would watch you intensely. It was his duty as an underclassman and a close friend to protect you from harm's way. He’d sometimes follow you home to ensure you were perfectly safe. You meant something to him, he cared for you.

Deeply.

Soon before you knew it, you were a fourth-year student, enveloping in the last few moments you’d have in UA, and Todoroki didn’t have it. Whenever you were on patrol, he’d watch you too. Sometimes he’d get caught and have to disguise it as just running in together during patrols, even though Todoroki is supposed to have a partner, he was always alone.

Sometimes, when your class would combine with his, he would observe the way your other classmates interacted with you. They were too close, too loud, tarnishing the precious time he was supposed to have with you.

With a small frown, he'd approach you almost with puppy eyes, a sight his classmates had never witnessed before. He'd gently pull you by the arm, leading you to your special hideout, a place you readily agreed to go.

He watched the way you spoke to him, how you looked into his eyes every time he spoke. It was as if you were holding onto every word, and it meant the world to him. He often felt as if he were living for someone else's purpose, fulfilling someone else's expectations. But with you? He finally felt like his own person.

And he didn’t want to give that up.

He tried so hard to hold onto every moment the two of you shared, but soon it felt insufficient. He wanted to be with you at all times, to feel your presence enveloping him, to breathe in your essence until it became a part of him.

So he resorted to the next best thing. When your class was in the arena, sparring, he would sneak into the locker room and steal an article of your clothing. At first, it was just a regular pair of shorts, but soon it escalated to shirts, a bra, and even a pair of underwear.

Todoroki would lay them out on his bed, arranging them from top to bottom, imagining you were there, your figure pressed against the fabric, your scent lingering. He would do this every night and then quickly return the clothes to your locker, hoping to go unnoticed. Or so he thought.

“Todoroki, we need to talk.”

As you both sat at your regular hangout spot, he noticed how distant you seemed. Each time he attempted to get closer, you'd back away. "I want you to be honest with me about this. Recently, someone has been stealing my clothes and returning them the next day… is it you?" you asked, your expression stern and unnerving.

“How could it be me? Our schedules don’t align then–”

“And how do you know my schedule?” you interrupted, your words laced with venom, antagonizing his very being.

Biting the inside of his cheek, the third-yearer responded, "Because I'm your friend. Friends should know each other's schedules, right? What am I to you?" His tone grew increasingly angry, frustration and hurt seeping into his words.

"Because it sounds to me like we aren't friends," he said, his voice laced with hurt and frustration.

"What are you even saying, Todoroki? We are friends–"

"I've been feeling distant from you lately. We can't hang out like we used to, and it upsets me. It feels like you don't make any time for us. Are we fading away, L/n?" His voice trembled, tears welling up in his eyes. Without hesitation, you gently brought him into your embrace.

Todoroki seized the opportunity, holding you tightly by the waist and burying his face into the crook of your neck, taking in the lovely scent he had yearned for since last night. You were so inviting, and everything about you felt perfect to him.

He cared for you so deeply; there was no one else in this world who mattered more than you.

"Todoroki... I didn't know you felt that way. I'm sorry–"

"No, I shouldn't have snapped at you," he mumbled into your figure. Pulling away slightly, he looked into your eyes. "Whoever is taking your things is sick and perverted. Trust me, I'll handle it." Determination flashed in his eyes as he spoke, and he watched a soft smile grow on your lips. Pulling you back into his embrace, the two of you stayed like that for a while.

It felt as if time had come to a standstill; it was just you and him, floating through the universe. He cherished this feeling, but unfortunately, it was short-lived.

As the semester came to an end, graduation approached. The ceremony was magnificent, with the largest crowd imaginable cheering on the next generation of heroes. Emotions ran high. After the ceremony, everyone gathered where it all began - where you and Todoroki first met.

In the 1-A classroom, fourth-years faced the third years, forming lines opposite each other. Some had tears in their eyes, but when you looked into Todoroki’s eyes, they were inscrutable. There was something on his mind, something he seemed to be holding back, but you couldn't quite discern what it was.

For the subsequent ceremony, the third years had prepared written letters for the graduating fourth years. Each letter was filled with words of encouragement to guide you on your journey to heroism. At least, that's what you thought.

Back home, in your own space, you opened the letter Todoroki had given you.

In the quiet confines of your room, you sat down with the letter Todoroki had given you. The weight of the paper in your hands seemed inconsequential compared to the weight of the emotions it contained. The room was still, filled only with the ambient sounds of the outside world seeping in through the window.

Opening the letter, you could almost feel his presence in the carefully chosen words. Your eyes traced the lines, absorbing the depth of his feelings as the ink on the page seemed to come alive, carrying the essence of his emotions.

Dear, Y/n…

As you embark on your journey to becoming a true pro-hero, I wanted to tell you something important. Something to give you another train of thought for the future. This has been on my mind for a while, and I’m glad to finally be able to tell you this.

Ever since I met you, the moment you took us to our spot, I’ve been deeply in love with you.

From the moment I wake to the moment I close my eyes, my only thoughts are about you.

What I would do if I could hold you longer, hold you tighter, kiss you, touch you, truly be able to show you how I felt.

Here I must confess, I watched you every day, every moment. From class to walking home, I was there. I love you, I care for you. You’ve made me feel things so foreign; I can’t give you up.

No, I can’t.

I lied about the clothes, I stole them.

I couldn’t go another night in my bed without you; sometimes I would get carried away—forgive me, Y/n.

But I promise this to you when I graduate. I will truly show you how much I care for you. I will see you again; I want to hold you, I want to kiss you, touch you in places you’ve never been touched.

I want to claim you.

I may be too quick, but I want you to be my wife, my lover, the mother to my children. Will you be that? Will you promise that whenever we see each other, my dreams will be fulfilled?

Please, Y/n?

Love, Shoto.

The words hung in the air, each line echoing with his sincerity and vulnerability. You folded the letter gently, a mix of emotions swirling within you.

Your emotions were in turmoil as you approached the park where you were to meet Todoroki. The weight of his confession hung heavily in the air, leaving you with a sense of trepidation mixed with a curious need to understand his perspective. The atmosphere around you seemed to echo your inner turmoil - the leaves rustled with uncertainty, and the distant sounds of children playing provided a contrast to the storm of emotions swirling within you.

As you neared the swings, you spotted Todoroki, his figure etched against the backdrop of the setting sun. The golden hues of twilight cast a warm glow upon his face, accentuating the seriousness in his eyes. His breath seemed visible in the cool evening air, adding to the tension that enveloped both of you.

Approaching him, you noticed the subtle nuances in his expression – the furrowed brows, the slightly trembling hands, and the anticipation in his gaze. His eyes, usually calm and composed, now reflected a mixture of vulnerability and determination. It was as if he stood on the edge of a precipice, uncertain if he would fall or find solid ground beneath his feet.

Silence hung between you for a moment, thick with unspoken words and unexpressed emotions. The world around you seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in a bubble of anticipation and uncertainty. Your heart drummed in your chest, a rhythm echoing the complexity of your feelings.

When he finally stood up from the swing, his movements were deliberate, as if every step towards you was a testament to his courage. As he approached, he hesitated for a brief moment, his eyes searching yours for reassurance. And then, with a sudden surge of determination, he enveloped you in a tight embrace.

In that moment, you felt the warmth of his presence, the sincerity of his emotions, and the depth of his vulnerability. His arms around you offered both solace and uncertainty, creating a space where unspoken words hung heavy in the air, waiting for the right moment to be shared. The park, once a place of playfulness and laughter, now bore witness to the complexity of human emotions, leaving you both standing there, on the threshold of a conversation that would shape the course of your relationship.

"Y/n," he uttered softly, his voice almost a whimper. As you allowed him to hold onto you, you noticed how his fingers dug into your waist, the pressure feeling almost bruising. The sound of him deeply inhaling your scent sent shivers up your spine. Quickly shoving him off, your breath came in staggered gasps.

"It’s L/n, please Todoroki–"

"Have you read my letter?" he asked, his voice trembling. With a slight nod, you answered him. Tears welled down your cheeks, and you balled your fists together. "Todoroki, we can’t see each other anymore... I’m not comfortable around you. You're... you're–"

"I'm in love, what crime is that?--"

"No! This isn’t love, Todoroki, this is an obsession. You don’t love me," you said, your words sharp as a blade, slicing through the charged atmosphere.

Silence hung heavily in the air after your statement, the weight of truth settling between you.

"I don’t love you? Y/n, I have loved you since the moment I met you! Call me obsessed then, because I want you to be mine. I can’t live another moment without you under me. I need you so bad. I can't live within this reality knowing that I can’t live it with you," he pleaded, desperation seeping into his voice.

As he spoke, his monochromatic eyes held something within them, a lustful desire that went beyond the bounds of love. It was a look that sent a chill down your spine, leaving you with an unsettling feeling, as if you were standing at the edge of a precipice, unsure of whether to step back or take the plunge into the unknown.

“Todoroki, from now on, if I see you anywhere near me, I'm calling the cops. That's my promise to you," you said, each word delivered with a cold, venomous edge. You watched as his entire demeanor changed, his previously hopeful and determined eyes now filled with something else entirely.

His gaze bore into your soul, and you observed the hero back away from you. His lips were drawn into a thin line, and he straightened his stance. "You? Call the cops on me? Do you know who my father is?" His tone, once familiar and soft, now sounded foreign. It was deep and jagged, a tone that could break glass and cut through the air like a knife.

"I want you to listen to me. If I can't have you, no one will... and that's my promise to you."

Your eyes widened at the chilling threat. Without hesitation, you turned away and broke into a sprint, running as far away from the aspiring hero as your legs could carry you. The echoes of his words lingered in your ears, leaving you with a profound sense of dread and fear, urging you to escape the darkness that seemed to surround him.

Since that moment, you heard nothing from him. No calls, no texts, not even an email.

A year later, you found yourself happy and carefree, rising to the top as a new and excited pro-hero in the states. You took great pains to distance yourself as far as possible from the man you feared the most, Todoroki.

You made sure to leave for the states without a trace, erasing any documentation, or articles about your current placement, and even discussing with the school to not share your whereabouts. But somehow, Todoroki still found out.

On a regular day for the aspiring pro-hero, he briskly walked into his father's agency, his eyes cold and demeanor resolute. He entered his father's quarters with only one thing on his mind. As he set foot into the office, he approached his father.

"I need to talk to you," he said.

The burly man, known as his father, paid him no mind, indicating that whatever he needed to say must be said quickly.

"I've been thinking. Once I graduate, I'll move to the states. It's for better expansion. If I showcase my skills there, it will eventually reflect back to you, bolstering your ranks. Does that sound like a deal?" Todoroki stated firmly.

His father, a formidable figure, met his gaze with a mischievous smile.

"We have a deal indeed."

Hello, dropping this off for the holiday or whatever. This was very rushed so I deeply apologize in advance!!

— 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲𝐢𝐢𝐝𝐚 ❤︎︎

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[zwolfgames]

MHA yandere headcanon breaking up with bakugo and shoto. But they take it very poorly

(I've never done headcanons before so forgive the weird way these are phrased! A bit shirt but I hope you like it. And thank you for the request, I'm littarly squeeling each time I get one.)

Requested: skinnyfattyyy

Warnings: violence, yandere, degrading, kidnapping, forced marrige

Headcanons

Bakugo:

This relationship had started of rocky already. Bakugo wasn't the nicest or the most affectionate.

When he realised you genuingly liked him, his behavior got a bit sweeter, more loving. Less barking you out as if you just blew up the planet. Bakugo truly enjoyed having a partner that enjoyed him and his explosive personality… he didn't have to play tough or soft for you… just be himself.

It was nice for a while, untill you started noticing some of his strange behavior. You found your stuff in his room. Combs, that shirt you lost like a month ago… Your plushie? But fine… he's your boyfriend… you suppose he can have some of your stuff. Thats fine right?

Not for long. It quietly became clear that he was an insecure prick. Wich made him irrational, possesive and absolutly obsessive.

So, naturally, as anyone who felt in danger, you talked to him and asked to break up.

Bakugo didn't take it lightly. Stopping his breathing for a moment while waiting for you to announce that it's a joke.

When that line doesn't happen, he grab you by the wrist, pulls you to him before you get pinned to the wall.

He yells, a lot. A ringing in your ear is left from his barrage of insults and degrading comments about how you'd never find someone else and how you had promised to stay with him.

So to ensure that this never happened again, he gave you one chance to apologize. You didn't take it and his hand set on your lower back let out an explosion.

He muffled your yell of agony with his hand and held you to him, what would you do with a broken spine and a burn wound, huh? Run? He doesn't think so. His guilt ate him up for hurting the one he loves. A hero was supposed to protect the people he loves…. But this was… a way of saving you, yes. Saving you of a diffrent bad relationship. He's the better option.

You have no choice but to accept his harsh care as he treats your wounds and lets your spine heal while you're stuck in bed.

You'd never try again, would you? This was enough of a warning, right? You'd stay his now right?

If you dared try and break up with him again then he figured further injury was needed…

So be a darling and stay with him, that's all he asks <3.

Todoroki:

Just like with Bakugo, the first part of your relationship was a bit rocky, mostly because of Shoto's inability to properly share his feelings.

He did eventually tell you everything, his past, his toughts, his struggles. And you had held him lovingly. As a good partner would

Now that you were aware of his past and his flaws, you would stay with him, right?

Shoto was a lot more delusional then Bakugo. He truly believes you're meant to be his since you get him, since you accept him.

So when his strange behavior starts showing, you get concerned. He threathend one of your friend's to stay away… had way too many drawings and paintings of you then you would have been comfrotable with.

So after a while of trying to talk this out and try and have him be a normal boyfriend again, you give up as it makes his behavior even worse.

The day you suggest breaking up the heartbreak is clear in his mis-matched eyes. He doesn't want to hurt you. He really doesn't. He wanted you safe and with him.

You end up frozen to the floor by your feet before a hit to the head knocks you out like a light.

Finding yourself in an unfamiliar room when you awoke again was quite scary. Well… atleast it wasn't a basement?

Shoto had announced that you'd be staying in this room up untill you were both of age and could legally get married. You think a part of your soul left your body at that info.

And so it happened. You married into the Todoroki family and you were barely ever seen again.

But, you were his. As you were supposed to be. His soulmate.

#yandere #yandere x reader #oneshots #xreader #gender neutral reader #mha #mha x reader #mha bakugou #boku no hero academia #bakugou katsuki #boku no hero acedamia #headcanon #headcanons #shouto todoroki #yandere todoroki

[zeroinetoheroine]

I'll make you an offer (you can't refuse), pt.3

pt.1

pt.2

warnings: noncon, reader is basically a sex slave, dabi's tongue, ass eating, again dabi's tongue!, this has like 0,2% plot, not beta read

(this was inspired by Hori's latest dabi sketch)

*

Your eyes follow the droplets of rain tapping incessantly against the window. It's been more than a week since you and Shouto moved into his brother's apartment. You still couldn't wrap your head around it - this situation, the one you didn't want or accept, was anything but conventional.

"S-Shouto...I don't want this -" You had finally gathered the fortitude to utter that morning. Shouto was brushing his teeth, and you were supposed to take a shower together. That was another thing, showering together - since it was three of you, one of them always found the time to use your body for relief even when you cleaned yourself.

He paused, tilting his head in the mirror.

"What, darling? You don't want to shower?"

Oh, how obtuse be was! You weren't certain anymore - was he really that daft or was his obliviousness a ruse. Sometimes the youngest Todoroki showed sides of him that you hadn't known existed - like when he offered to share you with Touya, when he deflected your protests, when last night he saw the heinous villain screwing you on the creaky bed and instead of stopping it he joined - holding your tresses until your head was hanging upside down from the edge, perfect angle for him to ram his long cock into your pliant mouth.

"Fuck, look at her throat -" Touya rasped, his hips surging into yours violently. Shouto took a sharp breath before his hand came down to feel the shape of his thick member imprinted from the inside of your neck. His heavy balls rested against your forehead.

They fucked you like that until cum filled both your pussy and your belly.

"N-no...I don't want to live with your brother." Your eyes drift to your feet because you already know it won't change anything. Shouto's mismatched brows knit together.

"Is something wrong? We have enough space-"

"It's not," you begin frustratedly. "It's not the space, it's him. Shouto, h-how can you think this is fine?! I am your girlfriend and you're forcing me to..." Your head shakes uselessly.

"I want to break up. I want to leave."

It's the first time you've articulated those thoughts. His cerulean and gray irises darken.

"You just need to get used to the three of us-"

"Shouto -"

"No, y/N!" He threw the toothbrush - it clanked loudly against the tiles.

"For the first time I have a good thing - me, you, and Touya."

Your shoulders slumped. You wore one of Shouto's shirts and a pair of panties. They didn't allow you much else.

"You love him...more than me. That's why you're letting him do - He hates you Sho! If you think he'll let you climb the ranks because of this...he's repugnant." The words died on your tongue.

"I love you both. You're my family." Fire and ice user enunciated simply. Just as you were to open your mouth, the sound of approaching footsteps made your veins shatter.

"Yo, puppet -"

Dabi leaned onto the doorframe, his marred, stitched chest bare. Your gaze flickered to him before it snapped back to the opposite direction - he was clad only in his navy boxers.

"There's a meeting with the crusty today, you gonna go?" His low-baritone made you physically ill. Shouto nodded, a faint ghost of a smile etching itself onto his features. His brother was finally inviting him into inner circle.

"When are we going, Touya-nii?" He picked up the toothbrush, washing it under stream of water.

Dabi's heavy-lidded orbs were glued to you. You hated how much he observed you, how often he touched you, how nasty, how vile he was even when Shouto scolded him for it.

"Who said anything about me? You're going instead." Ivory-haired Todoroki scoffs before spinning on his heels and disappearing into the hallway.

Shouto is too happy to care about your protests, to hear your concerns - he leaves and you're now alone with the fiend. As much as you hated being shared, you hated being alone with Touya more.

It seemed like sometimes he was only holding back due to Shouto's reminders.

"Hey, doll. It looks like's just two of us huh." Dabi drawls from his spot in front of the Tv. The wad of spit inside of your mouth is impossibly thick when you force yourself to swallow. He at least dressed more appropriately while you gathered the courage to leave the bathroom.

"Y-yes." You answer quickly, hoping, praying to all the gods his attention was undividedly on whatever stupid show he was watching.

The prayers fall on deaf ears because his head snaps sideways and he locks you with a heated glare.

"Repugnant, am I?"

Fuck.

He heard you earlier.

You shift your weight, appearing very much deer caught in headlights. The rapid, vehement thrumming of your heart is reactive.

"I wasn't -"

"Shut the fuck up." Touya sneers. "You act like such a bitch but when I ram my cock inside you, you turn into a real whore."

It wasn't the truth. You hadn't enjoyed a single orgasm he gave you. A few happened - they were perfunctory only.

"You don't know me," it escapes your mouth.

His muscles twitch, you can see it. Touya's heavy-lidded eyes are on you again, a turbulent inferno blazing inside them.

"What's there to know? You have a tight cunt and a pair of tits." His laughter rang against the walls. You shook your head and gave up, it was best to leave him be.

"Wait," the dread nestling inside your spine intensifies at his movement. Touya was now standing, his gnarly face turned towards you.

"Are you trying to say I don't fuck you good? Huh?"

You shake your head so quick your vision blurs.

"N-no...."

"You fuckin' like it more when that twat does it do you?" Touya snarls, and you think he looks like the devil himself. His pale strands wild, his mouth curved - stretching the stitches to their limit. You wondered what would happen if one of them breaks, if you break it.

"He's gentle and - "

"It's because he goes down on you, is it? You're so fuckin' predictable." Touya interrupted, his countenance nothing less than sinister. Your eyelids flutter several times as you're left wondering what the hell was this about. It's not like you could fight him, not to mention Shouto would get angry if you did.

You mutter something intelligible before practically dashing into the bedroom with the villain hot on your tails.

It just wasn't your day.

"Do you know why I don't do it?! You little bitch -" He is cursing and you do wonder why, why did it feel so off when he would kiss you, when his tongue invaded your mouth. It almost seemed like he was holding back - Dabi holding back was such an alien concept that your brain couldn't find an explanation.

"I...I don't care, please let me -" His hands are on you, gripping your upper arms and his frown is positively rabid, he looks a terror.

But Touya holds you in place before his mouth opens and for the first time you see the entirety of his tongue as he sticks it out in your face.

It's...long.

It's...stitched.

You hold back the gasp.

His tongue is so long you're sure it isn't even his.

Touya affords you with a nasty smile.

"It wasn't always like this...I had to stitch it back when I burned -" He halts mid-sentence.

"Well why the fuck do you care, I ain't tellin' ya. Lie on the bed."

The blood freezes in your veins.

L-lie on the bed?!

"Uh -"

"You should feel fuckin' honored, whore. You'll be my first."

Touya doesn't wait for you to make up your mind, he maneuvers you to bed and rips off your panties.

You shriek, trying to pull Shouto's shirt down but it's about all you can do when he slaps your arms away and warns you with a blue flicker erupting between his thumb and forefinger.

"Such pretty pussy you have," Dabi remarks, while his large, calloused hands keep your knees spread.

"Sometimes it goes numb on me but...," he tilts his head, observing your puffy folds.

"My cock can always finish the job."

You wail stupidly when you realize he's talking about his tongue and as if on cue he lets that weird thing out of his mouth. Touya licks the leftover of his bottom lip before he lunges forward.

His wet muscle glides over your slit until he reaches your clit. Involuntary shiver racks through your body and Touya smirks against you.

He laps at it again, and again, and again - until you start to squirm.

"Fuck me, you're such a nasty, little whore," he sings as drool slips from the corner of his mouth.

"Enjoyin' who knows who's tongue-"

You want to die on the spot when you feel your own juices drip onto his waiting face. There is something wrong with you for getting off from his deformed appendage.

Without warning Touya burrows the tip of it between your lower lips, tasting your cunt.

"Ah - s-stop," Whether he hears you or not is inconsequential. Inch by inch he's bullied between your narrow walls until you can feel the foreign metal against your slit.

'Stitches...'

The cremation villain has lodged his tongue so deep in you it might as well have been his cock. You could feel it twisting against your inner walls, savoring your syrupy juices.

You arch off the bed when you sense it wiggle over that spot. Touya notices too, like the bastard that he is, and yanks your hips closer immobilizing you.

His tongue devours your tight, little cavern edged by your moans and whines. It's when you can't take it anymore that it darts even further in - the metal stitches stretching the rim of your poor pussy - and you scream, both from shock and pleasure.

The pressure nuzzles against your most sensitive spot a few more times and you're falling apart.

Touya grins at your hopelessly twitching tighs, at the rhythmical pulsing of your walls for him.

"Fuckin' hell you taste good." The tone of his voice is aggravatingly smug when he pulls out of you. He stares at your heaving body with a pensive look about him.

Not giving you any rest, Touya's sweltering palms slid under your waist and he sweeps you off the bedding, only to toss you on your belly.

"W-what are you doing?" You squeak, still not over your orgasm. His cerulean eyes meet yours as you glance over your shoulder and the frenzied hunger in them silences you.

"I'm gonna taste all of you, doll." He snatches your thighs and pulls your rear up.

"There's no one to stop me from ruining your little asshole now," Dabi grasps your soft cheeks and spreads them apart. You try to shuffle away - grabbing at the bedding, telling him not to do something so filthy, mentioning Shouto.

It doesn't work.

His hot tongue prods at your puckered hole, circling around it, easing the tip inside. Your muscles clench at the intrusion and Dabi slaps your right cheek for it.

"Stop fucking resisting, you'll thank me later when I ram my cock inside this tight hole-" The corner of his mouth curls, and before you can answer he's lapping at your rear.

You try your best to relax as the tip of his tongue swirls over your back entrance, dipping in and out. A sharp breath escapes your lungs when the tight rim of your muscles succumbs to the pressure and his wet muscle fills your ass.

"D-Dabi...." You moan, hating yourself for enjoying something so filthy. Shouto had never done something like that - respectfully staying committed to your cunt.

'W-well, fuck him. He's the one who wanted three of u-us'

The scarred villain keeps a firm grip on your hips as he plunges in and out of your ass - you are certain, even in your hazy mind, that you feel the texture of his staples inside your hole.

Dabi wonders why was he so reluctant to use his lengthy, aberrant tongue on you when it's clear your holes crave it.

Pulling back, he offers you a toothy grin.

"I hope he comes back early and catches me balls deep in your ass," Touya unbuckles his belt.

"He took your cunt's virginity, so it's only fair -" His belt clanks loudly as it hits the floor.

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[kleem-o]

Yandere Vampire!Shoto x Human!reader

Part 2

Synopsis: You find out the secret that the world hid, will you choose Shoto, or yourself? Would he even choose you? Part 2 to this (tho u can read it as is honestly)

Wc: 2.2k

A/N: hello! Here’s part 2!! Sorry if its kinda rushed! Lmao i swear i got like my first writer’s block or sum. I literally wrote so many versions of this part 2 lololol anw thank u all for the love and support!!

“Y/N! FUCK–GET BACK HERE!! WHY ARE YOU LEAVING ME?!!?? DARLING DON’T DO THIS! I’LL FUCKING LOCK YOU UP”

You didn’t dare look back. Running in the wind, the sun giving rays of hope, you held onto the thought of your escape. You thought about how it all led to this, how quickly things changed. You didn’t even know how it came to this, but you knew it was the right thing to do. You looked back at all the things that happened before this.

“You, filthy servant, come here.” You heard Touya, the oldest sibling, call out to you. Shoto was studying in his office along with his private tutor, and here you were at the other side of the castle, wandering about. You quickly bowed your head as you stood in front of him. “I know what you’re doing– what you and that annoying little brother of mine are doing. You think I wouldn’t notice, hm?” He took your chin to make you lift your face, your eyes boring into his fiery blue ones. “I–I don’t understand master please–” he shut you up by kissing your lips suddenly. You were about to push him when you felt him bite. He bit your lower lip, drawing blood. You stilled as he licked away the blood, savoring your taste. He hummed in satisfaction, not bad, he thought, “Now look sweetheart, we all know what you and Shoto are doing is wrong. They’ll have you punished if they ever found out. My dear little brat of a brother is stupid to think that I wouldn’t find out.” You thought that this would be your end, they’d lock you up and kill you. All because you loved Shoto. “But, it seems I’m quite fond of you, you’re lucky it’s just me dear.” He gave you a quick pat on the head and went on his way. Even though he was nowhere to be seen, panic rose up through your throat, you wanted to scream, how unfair this world is. But instead you paced quickly away from the direction Touya walked to. You were just fidgeting around when you felt something in your pocket. A key. You studied it and it didn’t seem to match any door you know. 

Days went on after your encounter with Touya and things were going..bad. You were now always on edge, wary of your surroundings, if he was watching. Shoto noticed this too, and became even more frantic. “Darling please, why do you keep avoiding me? Is it something I did? Please lets talk this out yeah?” And each and every time you would brush it off. This not only worried Shoto but also enraged him. In weeks his concerns would suddenly turn into anger, just like when he was a kid, when you both were just master and servant. “Y/N! What is this behavior?? Talk to me.” As all of this was happening, you were trying to find the door to that key. It all happened when Shoto eventually snapped. You were preparing him for the night when he had enough. He grabbed your shoulders a bit too hard, and started shaking you slightly. “Y/N what has gotten into you!?!? Do you no longer love me?? Were all those promises a lie??? I love you please.. Tell me you love me.” Tears were streaming down his face as he held you tightly. “Master–Shoto you’re hurting me! Calm down I–I’ll tell you.” His grip on you remained as you told him all about your encounter with Touya, though you did leave out the part where he kissed you, who knows how he would react if the mere fact that you weren’t talking to him was enough to drive him crazy. The look on his face scared you. It screamed obsession. “Y/N I don’t want you talking to him ever again okay darling? If I ever see him talking to you– I swear I’ll slit his fucking throat. You’re mine, hm Y/N? All mine” 

Days passed since then and things were finally going back to normal, Shoto was back to the loving sweet boy he was, who would shower you in love and affection, while you do the same to him. But that key never left your mind. One day, as you sneaked out of Shoto’s arms to wander around the castle, you heard a loud banging noise on the wall. You investigated it and soon enough you finally found it. Upon pressing on a certain spot on the wall, a secret passageway opened up to you, and at the bottom a door that seemed to welcome you. Key in hand, you opened it. It was just a normal room, a table, one chair, and two bookshelves on the corner. You entered and looked at the books, or book rather, as there was only one book in the entirety of the room. A history book. Lame, you thought but you read it anyway. A single line struck you, as it was at the very beginning of the book.

“No matter what cost, do not let the humans know how powerful they are, lest they bring destruction to our species”

Hours of reading that single book taught you a lot more than what anyone had ever taught you. It showed you spells “humans” did. Discoveries humans made. How humans hunted vampires, and how our arrogance led the vampires to their victory. We’re mages, you thought to yourself. You had to tell the others. You had to make a plan. You had to escape.

It started slowly, informing the servants that you trusted with your life, Izuku, Eijiro, Ochako. You often took them to the secret room, and told them all about the book. They in turn would tell the others that they trusted. You learned a few spells from the book, practicing everyday when the nobles were asleep. You learned how to make explosions, shields made of harsh winds, and for some reason the most highlighted one, how to keep people quiet. More specifically, how to make unbreakable vows. This helped in keeping everything secret. You learned more, and taught others. You were making a plan. 

Amidst all this you were still very careful around Touya. You suspected that it was him that placed the key in your pocket, and for whatever reason, you didn’t know. Was this all a set up? Were you all gonna be punished? You didn’t know, but what you did know was that you all gotta move fast. Back to Shoto you were still all loving towards him. A part of you didn’t want to leave him, and a part of you felt guilty for wanting to escape. You wanted to leave with him, but can you really trust him? He was still hostile to others except for you, but maybe because of your love perhaps he warmed his heart? Even just a little. But you were wrong.

It was the day of the escape, everyone chose daylight to escape, to make sure that the beasts stay asleep. “Izuku, all prepared?” you asked in hushed tones as you walked past him in the corridor. “All ready Y/N.” You all knew that some of you might not make it, but it was a risk you all were willing to take. To save everyone from this. But there was one last thing you had to do. You entered Shoto’s room. “Hey darling, come, let's sleep hm?” He patted your side of the bed, wanting to sleep and cuddle. “..Shoto I have to tell you something” You were hoping that you weren’t making a mistake. “What is it love?” His tone was a bit worried as he straightened up to lean on the headboard. “I..I’m going to leave.” Just from a few words his face turned pale, the anger that felt so familiar in his eyes, just as he was to open his mouth, you interrupted him “I want you to come with me..” “..huh..” You told him all about how you wanted to escape, how none of this is right, killing is not right. Though you might’ve left out the part that you all could now do witchcraft. “Darling I don’t think–I’m not sure if this is a good idea.”

“What do you mean?”

“Escaping with those pests? Darling you know better, being with me is better. I love you, protect you, keep you away from harm, that must be enough, yeah?”

“But Shoto there’s so much more we could do! It’s not just about me! There are people out there that got it worse!! We could study, we have rights, our hearts beat just the same as yours! We. Are. Alive.”

“Dear I know, you are the most wonderful thing to happen to me, I would die for you, you know that. But those filthy humans?”

“I’m a human”

Shoto was taken aback from your vicious tone, it was so uncanny, something so different from your sweet voice. “Darling wait–” You were to leave the room, in hopes that perhaps you both can just pretend nothing happened. He grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you to the bed. “Shoto get off! Please don’t make this hard!!” His hand was now on your neck while you struggled, slowly applying pressure. “Come on darling please don’t be difficult. We love each other don’t we? We can just stay here, let your friends escape, I won’t say a word to anyone, I promise.” “Shoto let me go–” “-NO! YOU ARE STAYING HERE AND THATS FINAL.” Him yelling genuinely scared you, he was now nothing but a crazed lover. His hold on your neck was tightening too much, you couldn’t breathe. “All I do is love you, and this is what I get?? You leaving me?? You fucking promised we’d be together forever.” Shoto was out of control, his fangs were bared and you feared that any time now, he would kill you. Your consciousness were starting to fade when you remembered, you’re a fucking. You lifted your hand from his to point it at the left side of his face. BOOM. You let out an explosion that made him scream in agony. The left side of his face was burning. You quickly dashed out of the room to meet up with the others at the garden at the back of the castle. While running you could hear Shoto crying for you, yelling your name. “Y/N?? What the fuck happened this was not part of the plan.” Ochako asked, in which you were too out of breath to reply. You all quickly ran through a path you all made in the garden, and then activated the spell. You all spent so much time casting a spell around the castle, a barrier of harsh wind that no one would come through. It surrounded the castle and was so high that no one would pass it. “Hell yeah! Come on!” Eijiro yelled and you all ran. 

Shoto’s yelling and cries woke the entire family. “Shoto?! What the hell??” Natsuo asked. “CATCH THEM!! THOSE FILTHY FUCKING HUMANS ARE ESCAPING!!” Shoto ignored everyone telling him to get treated first and ran straight out. Touya looked out through a window, and smiled. “Good luck, Y/N.” You all knew the barrier of wind wouldn't last long, so you all were in a hurry. Carriages were prepared for all of you by people outside, people that you were fortunate enough to communicate with through your spells. But just as you all were navigating through the forest, explosions went off. Everyone started screaming, a lot were injured, a few died. You looked back and saw that the barrier was gone, they must’ve caught up. “KEEP RUNNING!!” You yelled to those who could still run, someone, anyone had to make it alive, had to let people know. You were running when you passed a certain someone lifeless on the ground, Eijiro. You felt a pang in your heart as you continued to run.

And that's how it all happened. A lot of the people you were with were now either captured or killed, and in time you knew that you would be caught too. You heard Shoto’s voice getting louder, and in no time you were tackled on the ground. “I finally got you darling.” He was smiling but it wasn’t reaching his eyes. He pinned you down, making sure you couldn’t move. “Let’s go home, hm?”

“No.”

“Haha it’s not really a question sweetheart.”

“Over my dead fucking body.”

“Stop being difficult.”

“Make a fucking decision Shoto.”

He was confused as to what you meant, then he suddenly noticed a very sharp glass pointed at the back of his head, it was you or him. You were ready to die, ready to kill him, and for what? Shoto laughed, you couldn’t be serious right? But the look in your eyes told him this was real.  Either he kills you, or you kill him. His heart started racing, panic evident in his eyes. He wanted to throw up, to hug you, to cry, to kiss you. He just wanted everything to go back the way it was. But that was impossible. You both could never go back.As you hear the carriages move in the distance, you felt relief, someone made it, and this was surely the start of something bigger. With relief in your heart, but grief in Shoto’s, you closed your eyes.

a/n: heyyy! If you’re still here thank u for reading hehe <33 had a ride writing this lol

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You’re so Troublesome, Snowflake

Yandere Shoto x Reader

Warnings: Yandere themes, NSFW (abuse), kidnapped, slight strangulation, bondage, violence, bleeding

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It was another day for you locked in the basement. You knew Shoto was home because you heard the front door upstairs open and shut. The footsteps coming down the steps were louder than normal, meaning he was angry, and you knew exactly why.

You knew there were cameras in the room, though you couldn’t pinpoint where. You knew because there were times he caught you being naughty, meaning you were breaking one of his rules, but you could never tell how he knew. That is until the realization hit you that he was always watching.

It wasn’t the creepiest thing he has ever done, but it sent chills down your spine once you discovered what your captor has been doing.

This morning, Shoto was in a rush for work, and he hadn’t realized the knife was missing from your breakfast tray as he took it away. You had a chance to try and break free from your chains. It didn’t go as planned, however. When does anything ever go as planned for you?

When you tried sticking the knife between your ankle chain and skin, the knife kept slipping at an odd angle as you tried to pry the damned thing open. It only resulted in wounding you. You had been discouraged every single time you tried to use the knife to break free after that. Soon, you were a bleeding mess with cuts all over your ankles. You had cried violently while clenching the knife in your fist, so angry at the world for not letting you have one chance at escaping.

Eyes dry now, you look up at Shoto with a blank expression, resigned to whatever punishment he has in store for you.

“Give me the knife,” he demands while extending his hand.

You hesitate, holding onto what might be your only hope one day. In the end, you comply, knowing what will happen if you don’t.

“What you did…look at yourself.” When he notices you’re not following his instructions, he kneels beside you and grabs your chin in a punishing grip, forcing you to look at your injured ankles. “LOOK!”

You heave a heavy sob as you’re forced to relive every failed escape attempt so far. Seven. There have been seven failed escapes.

“I’m sorry, Sh-Shoto!” You cry. It’s the only thing you can think of that will get him to stop. The pressure on your jaw is beginning to sink in deeply, becoming painful in his grasp.

“You’re only saying that because you got caught.” He loosens his grip slightly to relieve some of the pain. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you’re a very sorry girl once I’m done with you.”

Shoto sets the knife down on a table by the stairs, making sure that he remembers to take it with him once he’s done with you. He rolls up his sleeves as he walks back to where you’re sitting against a wall on an old mattress.

Kneeling next to you again, he puts a hand on your throat. “You’re so troublesome, Snowflake.” He begins to add pressure to his grip. It takes you by surprise, and your bound wrists grab his to try to make him let go before your airway closes.

“I have to protect you. Don’t you realize that? People are crazy out there. The world is a cruel place. You wouldn’t be able to survive without me. I don’t know why you think you can escape me. Even if you were able to somehow manage to leave this place, you will never be able to get away from me. We are meant to be together, and that’s how it will be. Us. Together forever. Nobody will get in my way of that. I love you. I love you so much it hurts sometimes. Do you understand?”

Scared and panicking, you nod your head as you try to gasp for air, willing just an ounce of oxygen to flow into your lungs. Tears fall from your eyes when Shoto finally lets go.

“No more trying to escape. Promise me.”

You don’t want to promise him, but what choice do you have? Fearing more strangulation, you oblige him with promises of staying put.

“Now, tell me how much you love me.”

“Shoto…I love you so much. You’re such a wonderful boyfriend. I can’t live without you. I- need you to protect me from harm. You’re right. I need you, and I want you.” You could gag. You didn’t mean anything you said, but you had to fake it in order to convince Shoto. You had to sound sincere.

Shoto smiles and visibly relaxes when he hears what you just said. He gives you a kiss on the forehead. “I’m going to go make you some ramen for dinner.”

He leaves you alone again, but this time, he takes the fucking knife with him.

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