#Yandere todoroki shouto x Reader

[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.”

[aajjks]

warnings: 18+ thèmès, YÁNDÈRÈ MÈN, öbsëssïön, ünhëälthy dèvôtïôn, mèntïôns ôf örál, kïssïng, mèntïôns ôf sèx, mèntïôns ôf sùïcídè.

Yandere men who are so in love with you, they are head over heels, who think that you’re a miracle, you’re the love of their life, they adore you, absolutely adore you, who adore your body with theirs. Who kiss you like you’re the air, who fuck you like they want you merge you with them. Who make love to you day and night, kissing you until their lips are swollen, fucking you until their legs give out, eating you out until their jaw breaks, who tell you how much they love you until their throat is bleeding. Who would absolutely kill themselves if you ever left them.

“Oh my yn… you are a miracle- you can’t be real- please please let me fuck you- just one taste… I just can’t get enough of you- you’re like addictive- please I need you so much, don’t ever leave me I’ll die without you.”

Izuku, gojo, yuuta, Luffy, tamaki, Xiao, Geto, Shouto, Nanami.

[yanderenightmare]

i love your hybrid au sm! the way you characterise each animal to suit not only it’s species, but the characters itself is so creative and nothing short of genius! so it got me thinking, how would you imagine the bnha characters as mythical creatures and monsters ??? ( eg. vampires, wendigos, harpies, werewolves ) etc.

Katsuki, Tomura, Hawks, Deku, Shoto, Dabi

TW: implied noncon, yandere, the supernatural?

gn reader

Shigaraki Tomura Ghost

You’ve moved into his old room, and though you furnish it a bit differently than he did when he was still alive, you’ve placed the bed in the exact same spot. It’s been all dust and dead moths up until now, it almost feels like he’s alive again as he sleeps next to your warm body.

It’s only small things in the beginning. Underwear that goes missing, unexplainable handprints on the foggy shower doors, your duvet on the floor even though you’ve never been one to kick it off in your sleep.

You’ve never been one to believe in the paranormal either, but something convinces you to search up the history of the house. You find out a boy had murdered his entire family here—parents, grandparents, his sister—and that the boy himself was never found.

Obviously, you shut your laptop with a bang and try and will it away from your mind. It happened years and years ago—whoever that boy was, he was long since dead. But the more it starts sinking in that you’re not alone, the more your belief feeds him—makes him feel real again, as though you’re slowly bringing him back to life.

Sometimes, you spot him in the mirror of your vanity, but when you twist around, there’s no one there. But you feel him—the gust of cold breath giving you goosebumps, the weight of hands and a chest pressing against yours at night, and the brush of coarse fingertips touching you in places—places that have you moaning his dead name.

Bakugou Katsuki Demonic spirit

He enjoys large houses—preferably something with a bit of history. But every now and again, some moronic humans decide it’s time to wreck the old and build something new—which means he’s often on the move.

He doesn’t mind living alone in his new house until you move in. He’s a little mad at you at first—he thinks you’re one of those wreckers, what with your renovations and whatnot—but then he understands that you’re preserving, not destroying. Apparently, the Gothic manor is your ancestral home built by one of your great-grandparents seven generations back in the 18th century—seems you were the only descendant who felt it was worthwhile to keep. 

He wouldn’t normally stay when someone else moved in—he’d often use his demonic means and scare them on their way. But with you, he settles for dwelling in the shadows, in the many dark rooms you haven’t found a use for yet. But when night comes, and you turn off the lights and go to bed, he can't help but end up in your room—watching you sleep, oh-so-peacefully and blissfully unaware of his presence. But he won’t do anything to you even though he could, even though you make it so easy—he’s grateful to you, his little housemate.

Your bedroom becomes awfully hot at night—you can’t explain it. Nor can you explain why the wind howling through the house sounds more like the groaning breaths of a beast. All you know is that your bed feels heavier than it should if you were the only one in it—and that you don’t dare twist around to see what it is sleeping next to you because whatever it might be, you don’t think it’s human.

You know it isn’t human. It’s too big to be, and its hands are too warm and too rough—and its claws too sharp where they rake into your skin and tuck you close to a chest that feels as though engulfs you. You don’t think it has a heart, only a stomach—and it sounds hungry.

You read up on sleep paralysis demons, and it brings you peace of mind, but only until night comes and you go to bed in wait. It’s the first time he talks to you. His laugh is like rusted clockwork, and his voice is like raked coals—hot and scratchy against your ear as he tells you how your human ways of rationalizing the things you don’t understand are cute and amusing.

Keigo Takami - Hawks Guardian Angel

Being a guardian angel has always been a fun hobby of his ever since the creation—he’s found it to be a nice break from all the other angelic duties he has bearing down his wings. Of course, it’s always sad when your human dies, but luckily, there’s always another one not far behind to steal your halo all over again.

You’re his most recent. He watches over you any minute he can spare, chuckling over all your silly human antics. And though he’s had plenty of humans before you in the long history of man and God, he can’t help but confess you’re his favorite so far. You’re just so cute with your big, adorable eyes and pretty smile.

He begins taking greater pride in his responsibility of being your guardian. He used to see it as but a menial little task he could take to when feeling up for a laugh, but something about you makes him want to watch over you every single second of every day.

And so he does—he has the feathers to spare, especially for something so important. But soon, simply watching over you doesn’t feel like enough anymore.

He knows it’s wrong—so very wrong—so much so he’s afraid he’ll be cast out if anyone were to find out. It’s not right for angels to feel amorous for humans—most would call it deviant and demonic. But he can’t help himself—watching you in your vulnerable state while you undress, bathe, and sleep.

Still, it doesn’t feel like enough.

Maybe he’ll come to visit you one of these days.

Midoriya Izuku - Deku Hybrid between fae and troll

He protects the forest and nurses all sick and wounded animals back to health, writing down the condition of trees and brushes in his notebook as he wanders for hours until he falls asleep in a moss bed beneath the stars. And though he knows his responsibility is purely to the forest, he can’t help but feel inclined to keep an eye on the little human who lives just beyond it. You’re just so cute with the way you walk the forest and sing songs you think no one hears—wearing your human clothing and living in your human abode behind walls and a door. He just finds it absolutely fascinating. 

Sometimes, you feel like there’s something following you when you walk about the forest next to your house. You’ll turn around to see a cluster of rocks and greenery you could have sworn weren’t there when you walked by—you look away before allowing yourself to think the pile looks an awfully lot similar to a larger human’s huddled form. But sometimes you hear it—the sound of stone scraping methodically, as though walking. You don’t humor the thought until you start finding his footprints outside your house, on the path to the forest—feet thrice the size of your own and sunken as though made by something very heavy.

Your legs go out from beneath you once you first see him—not like those times you’d turned around only for him to pretend to be part of the earth—this time, he’s pretending to be more like you, and it only makes it all that much worse. He’s bigger than a bear, grey-skinned with flecks that remind you of freckles and hair like fresh moss sprouts. His eyes are as green as the fox-fire fungi when night falls—glowing with nocturnal light. When you try to run, he follows suit, making the ground shake so bad it knocks you over. 

He carries you into the mountain where he lives and keeps you there from then on. After all, the part of him that’s fae has considered you his pet from the moment you took a bite of your first forest fruit. It was his gift to you whether you knew it or not, and now you’ll belong to him forever.

Todoroki Shoto Vampire

It’s an awfully boring world. Not much to do when you feel you’ve done it all twice over. The taste of blood has become stale no matter how many different types he drowns himself in at night. Sometimes, he humors the thought of setting his manor ablaze if only to watch the fire roar until the sun rears the top of the roof and finally puts him to eternal rest. But he’s been thinking about it for two or more centuries already, and he’s beginning to doubt his nerve.

Dead things can’t make vows, so he must go on as he decided to when he was still alive—that’s the curse—only another person can break it.

You seem doable enough when you stride into his manor with your little sharpened sticks and silver daggers. It’s been a while since a hunter has graced his presence. The scent of holy water makes him lick his fangs, and the nearly irresistible urge to drink you dry almost has him pouncing on you—but he knows it would be but a fleeting high unworth it in the end when he’d have to live another millennium without the warmth of the sun or another soul.

He drops down before you with grace. You have the tip of your silver dagger pointed up under his chin in the same second but get stunted by his pale porcelain face, showing no signs of aggression and rather riddled with a bleak sort of melancholy you’re not used to seeing on the godless creatures.

He simply stands there, straight-spined and high-headed, with his hands folded behind his back as though showing you respect—and then, unprompted and to your great surprise, asks if you would please make it quick and put him out of his misery.

Todoroki Touya - Dabi Hyrbid between incubi and vampire

He preys in nightclubs on those who have that mischievous glint in their eyes in dire hope their lust can match his. Every day, it’s a dozen new—he can never seem to find the right one—always starving and never sated no matter how much he gorges himself, always thirsting, always dying for more. 

Until you.

You’re but a dainty wallflower who doesn’t want to be there, but you have this scent about you—garden-fresh, like something he’s never smelled before, and his tongue yearns for a taste. He knows what it is once he gets closer to you—the opposite of sin of all things, it’s innocence, and oh, how he craves to devour it whole.

His silver tongue has had so much practice that using it on your gullible ears makes him all but drool, asking you if you’d like some fresh air. You nod your head, big eyes looking at him as though he were some sort of saint for offering. He laps it up—it’s all he can do to pace himself. But when he has you alone, it’s all over for you.

He’s going to corrupt every last piece of you until that once peachy keen taste of innocence has become an ever sweeter taste of syrupy sin. He’s going to make you exactly like him—and your tall fall from grace will leave you blasphemous and beautiful.

♡ BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA masterlist

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Crushed Velvet | yandere!ocs x reader yandere, reverse harem, original characters, f!reader

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[ttodorokiii]

aaa soft yan!shouto with a yaoyorozu!reader ‼️ reader likes him back but tries to stop him from courting them because they knew momo liked him ;(

warnings: yándèrè, guílt, mánípùlátíòn, íntènsè.

note. LOLLL HI GUYS. Enjoy this if you can I’ll try to be more active here!!!!

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You have always known how much your older sister, Momo, cares for Shouto.

You love your sister so much and you could never come between him and her…

But now, as you stand in the quiet corner of the living room, watching Shouto talk to Momohis attention never fully on her, but drawn toward you with an intensity you’ve never seen before the weight of what’s happening presses down on you like a crushing weight.

You like him too. You feel it in the way your heart races when he’s near, the flutter in your chest when his monochromatic eyes catch yours. It’s always been subtle at first, just a passing thought that you pushed aside, thinking it was nothing. But it’s undeniable now. He looks at you like he sees no one else. Like you’re the only one that matters.

And it terrifies you.

Because you know. You know that Momo has feelings for him,

feelings that have never been confessed but are still there, hidden beneath the surface. You know what it would do to her if she found out. And you can’t—no, you won’t—be the one to destroy her heart.

So, you try. You try with every ounce of willpower you have to push Shouto away. When he gets too close,

you step back. When he smiles at you, you turn your gaze elsewhere. You refuse to let your feelings show, afraid that the moment they do, it will ruin everything.

“YN,” he says your name with such quiet affection that your breath hitches. You look up at him, and your heart does a strange, painful twist. He’s standing too close again. “I’ve been thinking… about us.”

Your stomach churns at the thought of what he might say. But it’s more than just that.

It’s his presence, his gaze, the way he watches you like you’re the only thing in the world that matters. It’s suffocating. It makes you feel trapped, like there’s nowhere to hide.

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, but…” He pauses, his expression softening, a rare vulnerability in his eyes. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”

Your heart skips, but your mind races. “Shouto…” You bite your lip, your thoughts frantic. You can’t let this go any further. Momo can’t know.

“I’m sorry,” you say quickly, trying to steady your voice. “I can’t—It’s not right. You… you shouldn’t be thinking like that. Momo she, she likes you, Shouto. You should be with her.”

He watches you, and for a long moment, you swear his eyes darken,

like the cool blue has melted into something dangerous. But when he speaks again, his voice is gentle, almost soothing.

“Momo’s feelings don’t matter,” he says, his voice low, a hint of something darker behind it. “Not compared to what I feel for you.”

How dare he say that?

You feel a chill run down your spine as he takes a slow step closer. There’s a possessiveness in his tone now, something you hadn’t heard before. It’s like a whisper in the back of your mind, a warning. He doesn’t care about Momo. He cares about you.

“I know you’re trying to protect her,” he continues, his voice almost too soft. “But I’m not going to stop, YN. I won’t let you push me away. You’re mine.”

The words hit you like a shockwave, and your breath catches in your throat. There’s something in his eyes, something that has shifted—he’s not just the quiet, kind Shouto you once admired from afar. He’s something darker now. Something possessive.

“I know you’re scared. But I’ll make sure you’re never alone again,” he adds, the promise in his tone unsettling, like it’s something he’s determined to fulfill no matter the cost.

You take a step back, your heart pounding in your chest. “No, Shouto. You don’t understand. Momo, she’s my sister. She loves you. You can’t just—”

“I don’t care about that,” he interrupts, stepping closer again, his presence suffocating. “You’re the one I want. And I’ll make sure you know that, YN.”

He cuts you off, you don’t know how to make him understand someone like him could never understand…

You can barely breathe as he stands in front of you now, his body close enough that you can feel the heat of him,

Your mind is racing, torn between the love you feel for Shouto and the guilt that gnaws at you for betraying Momo. You can’t do this to her. You can’t.

But his eyes—those eyes—are burning into you now, and the way he looks at you makes it feel like there’s no way out. It’s like he’s inside your mind, pulling at all your insecurities, your fears, your desires, until there’s nothing left but him.

“I’m not going to stop, YN. Don’t fight me,” he says softly, his voice almost a whisper, and you shiver. The way he says your name, it’s a declaration. A promise.

You want to push him away. You want to scream at him to stop. You want to protect Momo, to keep the fragile peace between the two of you intact. But you can’t.

You can’t fight him, not when he’s looking at you like this. Not when he’s making it clear that he won’t let you go.

“I don’t want to hurt her,” you whisper, your voice breaking. “I can’t be the reason she’s in pain.”

But Shouto just looks at you, his expression unreadable, and says one thing, his voice as cold as ice yet burning with something else.

“She’ll get over it. You’re mine now.”

And it’s in that moment you realize,

the longer you resist, the deeper his obsession grows. He’s not going to let you go. No matter what you do, no matter how hard you try to protect Momo, Shouto’s not going to stop.

And you wonder, with a sinking heart, if you’ve already lost.

[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?

[fattuccini-afraido]

Todoroki: Don't make fun of people who drink milk. Their bones may be strong but their hearts aren't.

Everyone: *Looks at Bakugo*

Baukgo: -hisss-

[kotton-kandy953]

━ 𝙳𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙻𝚈 𝙱𝙴𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴𝙳

➛ various!yandere!male oneshots x fem!reader

title page┆word count: 2k┆warnings: cursing, description of a dead body, HEAVY blood/gore depictions, implied torture, manipulation, murder

FRIGID ━ boyfriend ! shoto todoroki x fem ! reader

⤷ 𝕿𝕳𝕰

bloodied teenager cut his pretty, Heterochromic eyes at the red mess he had made below himself. He lifted his hand, wiping the blood off his bottom lip with his thumb.

His hands were clad in black gloves.

To not leave fingerprint evidence, maybe?

His chest rose and fell rapidly. Deep, heavy breaths escaping his lungs, the only thing keeping his tired figure going is pure adrenaline.

And the thought of his beautiful girlfriend.

Even so, the boy still felt burning hatred for the pathetic being by his feet.

With a sigh, he pulled back his hood and wiped the sweat off his forehead. His short, half white and half red hair being revealed.

He ran a hand through it, getting the two-toned locks out of his face only for them to fall back in place.

The half-and-half boy thought it was all over until the body below him began to squirm and writhe in agony.

His gaze quickly jolted to their direction, clenching his teeth in frustration.

"P- please! Spare me!!..." The person lying at the teen's feet called. The teen only stared dead at them, his eyes void with all human feelings and emotion.

He wasn't thinking straight, all he could think of was how much this person made his girlfriend happy. How they made her smile.

How they managed to comfort her when she was sad or angry.

How he wished he was the only one allowed to do that.

The more those thoughts rushed back and forth in his head, the more he lost control.

It was sending him straight over the edge.

He subconsciously clenched his left fist, smoke emanating from it.

He could care less about their pathetic pleads for mercy. About their cries as he makes their blood paint the ground red.

"...please... j- just let me go!" They shouted, choking and gargling on their own blood in their mouth. Tears streamed down their bruised face, along with blood rolling down their nose.

The boy rolled his eyes at his pleading victim. He could've sworn he had already tortured and beaten them enough for them to be bleeding out on the ground, dead — or dying, at the least.

They should've died of blood loss minutes ago, he thought with his stoic expression still present.

His face was unfazed and uninterested in their desperate weeping and begging for mercy.

Their face was bruised and broken, as if they were beaten up over and over again.

Not saying that's not what has been happening for the past few hours.

Their body was weak and it even hurt for them to breathe, but the boy could care less.

Sighing his eyes, the teenage boy finally spoke, "Shut up."

He lifted his right foot and kicked the person's stomach. They jerked in pain and coughed up more blood, knowing that they couldn't fight back against him.

The boy had the power to kill them right then and there. He could have even killed them from the start.

But he didn't.

He's going as slow as possible on purpose.

He wanted them to suffer.

To suffer for all the moments they've spent with Y/n.

To suffer for all the moments they made Shoto resent them even more.

"You've lost too much blood and you're probably in indescribable pain," The boy reached down beside their body, grabbing a large golf club he had set down not too long ago.

"You're not going to live much longer."

The boy activated his quirk on his left side, slowly heating up the metal golf club, making it flush a soft shade of red.

He lifted it up above his head with a death grip, his eyes locked on the person below him.

"So I might as well put an end to your suffering already."

• • •

You placed your phone back down onto your bed after it went back to voicemail.

What the hell, Shoto!?

It has been two, no, almost three hours since you last heard from your boyfriend Shoto Todoroki.

He had promised to arrive at your home by 2pm but now it's almost five.

"What the fuck could he possibly be doing!?" You sat down on your bed while scrolling through your contacts list until you found his.

"And why couldn't he just text me sooner to let me know that he'd be late!?"

You angrily read at the texts you spammed him only a few minutes ago. He had left you on delivered for hours which isn't very common for him.

Calm down, clam down... You took a deep breath, he probably just misplaced his phone!

Your attempts at calming yourself down worked for a little, before you started thinking of the worst possible scenarios.

But there have been many disappearances lately... you placed your phone in your jacket pocket, and everyone that's been going missing has had some sort of relation to me...

You felt your heart pounding against your chest, But that doesn't mean Shoto was kidnapped!

You slowly stood up and walked towards your bedroom door.

He would never let himself get kidnapped...

...Right?

You swung your bedroom door open and ran to your front door. You called out to your parents that you were leaving, but you left before they could even uttered a response.

I have to get to Shoto's house as fast as I can!

• • •

Shoto grunts as he swings the red, hot, golf club down onto their already bloodied  and broken body. More blood splatters on his face and black hoodie as he repeats this heinous action in cold blood a few more times.

Finally, he lifts the club and rests it on his shoulder.

"Shit..." He muttered quietly to himself, "...I must've lost track of time."

He kept his cold expression as he licked the splattered blood off his lips.

The persons face, or what was left of said person, was mangled and beaten far beyond recognition. It was just a disgusting , gory, mess.

He dropped the heated golf club onto the ground, causing it to clang loudly against the cement floor of the basement. The large club fell right beside the mutilated corpse beside his feet.

Taking a deep breath to calm himself down, Shoto used his ice power to regulate the temperature of his body.

After doing so, he kneeled down beside the body and grabbed their wrist. He was checking for a pulse or any other signs of life.

nothing.

Finding out that they were gone, a very soft smile, crazy, appears on the boys face.

He dropped their broken wrist and stood up, his slight smile growing wider.

Once standing upright, the heterochromic eyed boy coldly stared down at the crimson mess he had made beneath his shoes.

His eyes were dark, full of resentment and zero remorse for the heinous act he had just committed.

More blood than one could ever imagine coming from another human oozed around the corpse. Shoto slowly took a few steps back to avoid staining his shoes further.

Shoto's smile softly faded as he wiped the blood off his face, only smearing it further. He slowly took his gloves off and threw them on top of the bludgeoned dead body.

He walked over to a stack of boxes and grabbed his phone, examining each and every text and call notification he received from you.

Y/n is still waiting for me at her house... he thought as he read the texts you sent.

"She's probably worried sick..." he mutters to himself, "...This took way longer than anticipated."

The heterochromic eyed male turned around and placed his phone is his pocket, preparing to leave the basement.

He glanced up at the stairs, and what he saw made him freeze in surprise.

"Sh- Shoto..." said a trembling and crying female voice. He took a step back, almost tumbling on his own two feet.

"Y/n..."

You were about to run up to your boyfriend and hug him, but what you had saw shook you to your core.

Blood.

It was everywhere.

Crimson blood was all on the floors and your boyfriend's pretty face.

And on the dead body lying only a few feet away from him.

You placed your hands on your mouth, the strong, disgusting, stench of blood made you feel dizzy.

Shoto put on his normal, neutral expression but you could tell there was an emotion he was masking behind it.

What was that masked emotion, exactly?

You didn't know.

But what you did know was that your seemingly loving boyfriend has turned into a cold-blooded monster.

You ran to the bottom of the stairs, keeping a distance between you and your bloodied boyfriend.

Tears streaked down your (s/c) face, you couldn't ever believe that he would do such things as this.

You choked back sobs as he reached his hand out to you.

"Y/n..." He begged, "Y/n, listen to me..."

Shoto started to slowly take a few steps towards you. Before he got any closer you backed away out of pure fear.

Your hands fell limp at your sides. "Wh- Why the hell should I listen to you!?" You shouted at him with clenched fists.

He relaxed his expression once more and shoved his hands back in his pockets.

He tilts his head and asks, "What are you—"

You stomped your foot to the ground, "-You know exactly what I'm talking about, dammit!!"

You paused, biting your lip as tears of frustration rolled down your cheeks.

"You went on hiatus for three goddamn hours and when I finally find you... yo- you're..." you trailed off.

"Just let me explain..." He took a step closer and you took a step back once more. You both repeated this until your back hit the wall behind yourself.

You mentally cursed yourself for not retreating up the stairs and calling for help

He reached his hand out to caress your face, you flinched at the feeling of his red-stained hand against your soft skin. He stared deep into your (e/c) eyes, his filled with pure love and adoration for you.

The way he touched and looked at you made you feel sick to your stomach. How could someone brutally murdered another human being and still manage to act as if nothing happened.

How psychotic could a person be to do that!?

"I wouldn't kill somebody without a proper reason, Y/n." He said quietly, almost a whisper.

You brought up your trembling hand and took his off your face. The more he touched you the more disgusted you felt.

"Then... then why?" You muttered, "Then why did you do it...?"

Shoto Todoroki takes note of your expression and body language.

You were deathly afraid of the boy— no, the monster standing in front of you.

He didn't want to make it worse by telling the truth. That he killed an innocent person out of pure jealousy and love for her.

That would make him sound crazy.

So he lied.

He lied to you about everything.

He sighs quietly, "The many unexplained disappearances... the one who mangles their face beyond recognition... was them."

He silently gestures to the mutilated corpse behind him.

You look beyond Shoto's shoulder, your petrified eyes rested on the brutal murder scene. You tried your hardest to resist the urge to throw up right there.

You fixed your gaze in his mismatched irises. "B- but you still murdered them without proof of them being behind this!"

He reassuringly placed a hand on your shoulder, "I do have proof, Y/n."

He glanced behind himself, "They even tried kidnapping me, Y/n."

His eyes locked with yours, "You have to believe me."

You looked him in the eyes, they were sincere and full of love. And there was no visible sign of him being dishonest.

I should trust him.

Shoto would never lie to me...

...Right?

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[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)

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The less you know, the better 2

the final chapter.

Chapter 1

Shouto Todoroki x reader Summary: Only sixty seconds. tw: yandere, gang implications, angst, escape, ambiguous ending

The hair on your arms stands up. Ever since that night, you see your ‘friends’ everywhere. Just last week on the corner Kyoka was flipping a coin calling heads. She smiled and gave a wave. Usually, you’d talk for hours. This time the warning was there. It grabbed your throat before you could say anything. The gleam in her eyes and a brief knowing smirk haunted you the entire day. You shook your head and took off in the opposite direction. This has happened repeatedly and with different people of your past. None of the interactions are innocent anymore.

Not when everything seems to have a hidden meaning. Their masks have been chipped away and revealed something ugly inside. Even the most innocent ones have shown their true colors. That night when you went to them for help, Izuku, who has always been kind, was vicious—not at all like the friend you knew. Just yesterday, he touched your arm and paid for your food at a vendor. It reminded you of how he used to be before you lifted the veil. 

Because of how fast he switched, Izuku scares you the second most, right after Shouto. Your dear friend, with a sanguine composition and a timid demeanor, has a terribly contradicting facade. The only thing that has remained is how headstrong he is. His smile is fake, you now know. 

However, he doesn’t compare to Shouto. The man who asks you to marry him every chance he gets is a slower agony. The shatter of his glass face hit harder. You had accidentally ripped the veil to shreds and discovered what he really looks like. You witnessed a murder and were subject to his intimidation, yet the punch of reality hadn’t truly hit you until you saw him everywhere. Letters, phone calls, texts, flowers, all of it. It’s like slowly opening a creaking door with false hope for a lit exit only to find a monster behind it. 

All of them are in it. This entire time you thought they were good. Your friends are supposed to be safe . They are his eyes and are everywhere. His power extends more than you realize not just with your friends but people who are supposed to be respectable and noble have a wicked face of deceit and villainy. Who knows who they have hurt or killed just because Shouto said so?

Now you are walking away from your apartment in the dead of night. Naively, you gave all your friends a key to it when you first moved in. It was just out of safety and precaution, of course. Never would you have thought that they’d be sitting on the couch when you get home and tell you that Shouto wants to talk to you and then ask with a fake saccharine face if you have been okay. 

Tonight, no one was there but you can feel them. You know that he has dogs just waiting for you to come out and do God knows what. That chill that runs up your arms and back, settling inside your head to check every corner. Or worse, that cold feeling of eyes watching you attempt to walk away with stiff movements, only to stop you in your tracks and freeze. Luckily, you’re doing that stiff walking thing to the train station.

You packed lightly and kept the TV on if he stakes the place out. You took off out the backdoor of the apartment building as quietly as a mouse and used the alley as a cover. Hopefully, it worked. It wouldn’t surprise you if Shinsou or the retired Aizawa, was lurking around on the roof. Aizawa, is he in it? Could your strict, precise, and logical teacher be in on it? Would Shinsou since he is Aizawa’s protegee? It’s already terrible that Izuku is doing it since he worked directly under Toshinori Yagi. Imagine falling that far from grace. Even Shouto, whose father is Enji Todoroki, shares the same teachers as Izuku does. 

These people could all be wicked. After going to your once-trusted friends that night, your next reaction was to go to people Shouto respected, except for his father, of course. Before you made that decision, you stopped and thought. If they stand with Shouto, they could be worse. For all you know, Shouto might have inherited this.

You board the train with shaking hands and bitten lips. The hoodie can only hide your face so much as you nestle into it, shivering from the cold and anxiety. There aren’t many people here. Just a few stragglers and late-night workers. No one who looks like trouble or bothersome in any way. Some of them are resting their eyes and look exhausted. 

Your pumping heart finally slows down and makes your eyelids droop. After all this stress, it is finally starting to wear you down enough to drift you away in sleep. You open your eyes and stretch your neck. It is still dark out so you haven’t slept that long, thankfully. The likelihood of you missing your stop is fairly slim. You yawn once more.

“Don’t worry, no one messed with your stuff.”

Slowly, your eyes move in his direction. He’s right next to you, perfectly content. Next to you is a broad man with dual-colored hair and a prominent scar on the left side of his face. Even with the large scar that would make people wonder if it still hurts, it doesn’t take away how pretty he is. Not when he looks like he was carved out of the smoothest marble.

“Shouto…” You whisper in disbelief. Looking around, you see not a single soul on the train. “They left a while ago. I was going to wake you up but you looked the most peaceful you’ve been in weeks.” 

Words are caught in your throat and heat is to your cheeks, not from flattery, but shock. Perhaps it has made its way into your bones. Your heart seems to have stopped, shocked stiff from what’s happening. How did you not hear him? How could you not have sensed his presence next to you, feel the intimidation that rolls off of him like steady waves? You might have always been blind to him. The longer you look at him, the more you question why you're speechless. Is it from his sudden appearance or that you rested? It's a scary question since you feel a sort of calmness in his presence.

What should scare you to the grave doesn’t. Instead, you slept beside him and rested, feeling secure. How could you think that way with everything going on? Rather than jumping over him and booking it, you sit. Because you still feel it, just like you did before with him. 

What he does in secret has tainted his image to you completely. However, is it possible that it hasn’t changed what he is to you? 

No. No, he is a killer. A ringleader of God knows what and a stalker. You’re in danger, jeopardy in other terms. 

“Shouto…” You whisper again. He raises his brow. “Hm?” 

He’s acting normal. Completely oblivious to your wobbling lip and shaky breath. No, it’s more likely that he doesn’t care. 

“Please move.” 

Safe, yet scared. Two distinct and conflicting emotions that aren't supposed to coexist.

“Why?”

“I need to leave.”

He frowns. “Where are you going? It’s dark and cold, soba noodle.”

You still are breathless. “I need to go, please.”

He’s still for a minute. “There’s nowhere to run, my love.” His voice is soft and assured. Like he knows what he says is completely true. The implication of how little power you have grinds against you. 

“Please move.” You cannot say anything other than a small mutter, a breathy plea he can hear. Something you hope he can take because that is all you can give. 

He gets up and lets you through. With ragged breaths, you hurry away without your carry-on. It was the only thing you took out of that apartment. You run towards the door and glance back. Shouto remains there looking down with a glum look on his face. Like an idiot, you turn to face him. The look on his face is reminiscent of his high school days. Cold and rejected, yet like a puppy who’s lost and hurt. He hasn’t looked up. It looks like he’s being serious about you getting out. 

Damn him, damn your heart and all of your beloved memories with it. With the palm of your hand, you want to wipe away that sadness that he’s showing, that he thinks you don’t see. Little by little his eyes show a familiar dullness in them. He's slowly gluing blocks of ice that were chipped away years ago. There are no signs of anger or hatred. Only loss.

Although he’s physically matured, you still see the Shouto you knew. He grew into his features that are famously half his mother’s and father’s. Despite that physical growth, you see him. That boy became your friend. One that you grew to love and wanted to spend your life with. If there had been enough time, you would’ve jumped into his arms.

God, you love him and always have. Why did it have to be like this? You hate it all, him, and more than ever, yourself. You shouldn't be so aware of your heart. 

“Tell me why you’re doing this?”

“Out of consideration-”

“No, no, why are you in this life? How did this start? With who? Shouto, you say you want to marry me but that’s a joke now. Joke is fucking over.”

He stands and grips the back of the seat in front of him. “It has never been a joke, (Y/n).”

“It is if you lie like this. It’s become a habit to ask me and nothing more. If you meant it, if you really loved me, you would be an honest man. A man that isn't dangerous.”

Shouto walks over to you in smooth strides. “You have always been and always will be safe with me.”

“You know that’s a lie, Shouto. Look at the way you’re living! All of this is crooked and wrong! You can’t guarantee my safety with you if I’m not safe from you.”

He looks taken back. Shouto is speechless for a minute. He finally gathers what he wants to say and shakes his head. “I will never hurt you. I may live my life my own way, but you’ll never bear a burden.”

Your lips wobble and you slump on a seat. He takes the one opposite from you. “Why do you do this? What happened?” You ask in a low tone, still reeling. 

His smile is kind and soft. “The less you know, the better. My life is mine to bear, (Y/n). When I ask you to marry me, you're not taking it or sharing that part. When I propose, I'm sharing who I am, the one you always knew.”

“The darkness is part of the package. When I marry you, I’m marrying all of you. This life is one I just can’t do.”

“What would change your mind?”

Is he not understanding the words that are coming out of your mouth? “By getting out of this life. It can’t be too late, Sho.” You urge him to reconsider. However it came about, it's not too late for him, right?

He sighs and shakes his head. “I can’t, (Y/n). Please believe me and believe that I love you.”

Has he ever said that before? You can’t remember. “Shouto…”

“I know it’s going to be hard-”

You shake your head. “I can’t-”

“Let me do it for you. Marry me, let’s spend our life together. Dove,” He leans in. “Don’t worry about a thing.”

His earnest eyes are so tempting to fall into. To have faith in what is promised and believe in him. The problem is that he’s practically a stranger now. All of them are! Iida, a noble man who helped anyone; Katsuki, although rough around the edges, was a victor and stood for what’s right; Kyoka, an introverted musical angel with dreams bigger than imagined; and Shouto, a kind hearted man who’s been through the trenches and fought the odds and loved anyway, even though he was a little awkward about it.

That’s all gone now. Everything burned to the ground when you saw him murder someone. Here he is promising you what he’s offered all these years. You can’t trust him. 

“That’s a lie, Shouto. There’s too much red to see any other color. I love you too, Shouto Todoroki. But I don’t trust a single one of you.” The pressure behind your eyes wins. Tears stream down freely. You finally said what you never thought you would. You don't trust him.

He looks struck, heartbroken at the admittance of the loss. You hold his hands in yours. Shouto’s breath is shaky. He kisses your hands. The gesture is so sweet, so delicate. “How did this happen, Shouto?”

He ignores the question again and instead asks, “What will make you happy?” You. If life had been different, it was you, Shouto. 

You chew on your lip. You know what you have to say to get your point across. To show the boundary that you’ve written in the sand. “Freedom, even if for a moment.”

He kisses your hands again. “Ok.”

The heaviness in your chest weighs you down. What should’ve made you jump for joy is tainted by what could have been. The possibility of an innocent and loving life with him. Maybe, the two of you could have had it all. Adventures, struggles, family, passion, and love, who knows now? Life is filled with things to be touched, tasted, and challenged. Shouto might’ve been all of that for you. In this silent moment, you attempt to come to terms with pure and true love, with yourself or not, is somewhere else. In another life, it would have lied with Shouto Todoroki. Something pure and blameless, not covered in blood and screams. 

“Shouto…are you saying you’ll let me go?” There’s a hint of hope in your voice that you pray he doesn’t take offense to. Right now, the two of you are just basking in each other’s presence after the intense conversation. After a heart felt release, you’d hate to break the peace. 

“For one minute and not a second more.”

“What?”

He cradles your face. “This one minute I give you is all you will have. Freedom, even if for a moment.”

You grab his wrist. Your heart is thumping. “Shouto what are you talking abo-”

“Run.” The firmness in his voice gives you chills. What is he talking about though? “For what? What minute are you talking about?”

“I will give you a minute to run away. No matter how far you get, know I will hunt you.”

The air is sucked out of your lungs. He kisses your left hand and focuses on your ring finger with gentle pecks. You still have yet to breathe. Shouto is giving you one minute to run from him before he drags you back in his grasp. His calloused finger caressed your ring finger’s knuckle. 

This can’t be happening. He can’t be doing this. Surely, it’s a mistake! You misheard him and his intentions. The cruelty in his voice isn’t real. He understands that his lifestyle is just not for you. 

“Sho-”

“Sixty, fifty-nine, fifty-eight-”

He’s serious. And you have lost two seconds of precious time. You push away and sprint. There is no one in the area to hear Shouto’s countdown. No one is in the street where you are running for your life. Not a single sound is heard other than the sound of your hurried footsteps on the damp street is heard. Suddenly, right as you head, you see familiar faces.

“Forty-two,” Deku counts. Ways past him is Iida who stands on the sidewalk with his head down. “Forty.”

You ditch your jacket. 

“Thirty-five,” Kyoka sings as she emerges from the dark alley next to the bar. The owner quickly flips the sign from open to closed. “Thirty-three,” Ochako, sweet, sweet, Ochako, comes out of a red car with Tsu.

Tears prick your eyes as you see the people you once trusted count down. All of them are waiting for Shouto’s permission to hunt. You will your legs to run faster. 

“Thirty-one,” Someone counts from above. You hear another count to thirty, twenty-nine, twenty-eight. You turn the corner. There’s no one on the street right now. In the distance, you can hear the count from twenty-six. You need to do something other than run. Find a car and drive off or call for help.

A man sitting on a bench rubs his eyes. “Help-”

“Twenty.” You gasp in horror and abandon the plea for help. The strangers that are along the sidewalks, on the corners, and even coming out of buildings, count. 

Why can’t you have some kind of super speed? The ability to outrun time and space so you can be saved? Your shoes flew off seconds ago, and your jacket is gone, yet you still feel weighed down. 

When the voices begin to harmonize from ten seconds on down, your life flashes before your eyes. Life back then was different. Never would you have thought you would be running from them and from time. 

“Nine!”

Your legs are burning. 

“Eight!”

This can’t be happening. Voices are heard in several directions with each step you take. It’s so constant, they might as well be your feet’s echo. You take a jump from a stair descending to the sidewalk. 

“Seven, six-!”

Your arms pump furiously. The wind blows past you as you force yourself to forget everything and just focus on moving, to completely channel everything out and let yourself run.  

“Five!”

With your mind blank, your legs may actually be going faster to a random location. You don’t know where you’ll go right now. That’s a question for when these seconds are up. 

“Four, three-!”

You’ve run far enough to get away from the subway and to the city. 

“Two!” They’re going to hunt you. Shouto is going to start the hunt in one more second. With a blank mind and your heart pumping, you ignore it all. 

“One!”

If you were paying attention, if your mind was present and in order, you would have heard the bell.

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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!!

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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:

COCK ♡3k

What BNHA ! yandere is the scariest:

SCARY YANDERE ♡3k

Boyfriend ! Todoroki headcanons:

BOYFRIEND ! SHOTO ♡2k

Poly ! BakuDekuTodo x darling thirsts:

BAKUDEKUTODO X DARLING ♡2k

BAKUDEKUTODO X DARLING ♡1k

POLY ♡1k

Prince ! Todoroki x maid ! dalring:

PRINCE x MAID ♡2k

Imagines of what happens when the darling tries to deny the BNHA ! yanderes intimacy and sex:

TODOROKI ♡2k

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

KINSHIP ♡2k

Yandere captor ! Todoroki reacting to pregnant darling:

PREGNANT DARLINGS ♡2k

Todoroki and darling's sexual role-play dynamic:

ROLE-PLAY DYNAMICS ♡1k

Yandere captor ! Todoroki with a darling who enjoys being his darling:

DARLING ENJOYS BEING A DARLING ♡1k

Yandere captor ! Todoroki x darling with early Stockholm syndrome:

EARLY STOCKHOLM SYNDROME ♡1k

Shoto ! nii-san sneaking into his little sisters bedroom at night:

BABY ♡1k

Yandere captor ! Todoroki's need for intimacy:

INTIMATE ACTIVITIES ♡1k

Yandere captor ! Todoroki x clumsy ! darling:

CLUMSY DARLING ♡1k

How yandere captor ! Todoroki punishes his darling:

PUNISHMENTS ♡1k

Yandere captor Shoto with a depressive darling:

SELF-CONSCIOUS ♡1k

Yandere captor Shoto likes painting with his darling:

HOBBIES ♡1k

Yandere captor Shoto's sleeping habits:

SLEEPING HABITS ♡1k

Shoto bullies his crush:

PRINCESS ♡1k

BNHA genderbender:

FEM ♡1k

How Todoroki became yandere for his darling:

YANDERE BEGINNINGS ♡1k

The Torodoki family makes use of their quirkless daughter - with friends:

FAMILY FUN ♡1k

What type of hybrid he is:

HYBRID ♡1k

Bestfriend Shoto drugs you at a party:

TRUST ♡1k

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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.

[ttodorokiii]

Hi! I saw that you take requests?? If it’s possible could you please write a Yandere Shoto x reader where the reader has a nightmare and Shoto comforts him/her? Of course if you don’t want to or are super busy then that’s a-ok!

warnings: n-ghtmárès, yândêrè, sóft

note. I used the they them pronounces for this because u didn’t specify. But I do mainly write for females and feel free to send me more requests because it’s fun to write these kinds of things.

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It’s late at night, and the room is quiet, Yn tosses and turns under the covers, their face scrunched up in fear. Their breaths come quick and shallow as the nightmare pulls them deeper into its grasp.

Shoto Todoroki stirs from his sleep beside them. His eyes flutter open, immediately focusing on Yn.

Their muffled whimpers and restless movements catch his attention, and a soft frown tugs at his lips. He reaches out a hand, gently shaking their shoulder.

“Yn, wake up,” Shoto says quietly, his voice calm but firm. He doesn’t like seeing them like this. Something about the way their face twists in fear makes his chest tighten.

Yn jolts awake with a sharp gasp, their eyes wide and filled with panic.

For a moment, they don’t seem to realize where they are. Their chest heaves as they try to catch their breath.

“It’s okay,” Shoto whispers, his hand still resting on their shoulder. “You’re safe. It was just a dream.”

The sound of his voice pulls yn back to reality. Their eyes meet his, and the fear starts to fade. They nod shakily, brushing a hand over their face. “It felt so real,” they murmur, their voice trembling.

Shoto’s gaze softens, and he shifts closer, wrapping an arm around them.

His grip is gentle but firm, like he’s afraid they might slip away if he doesn’t hold on tight enough. “I won’t let anything hurt you,” he says, his tone steady. “I’ll protect you. Always.”

And he means it.

There’s something intense in the way he says it, but Yn doesn’t notice.

They lean into him, finding comfort in his warmth. Shoto presses his lips to the top of their head, his fingers tracing small circles on their back.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asks after a moment, his voice quieter now.

Yn shakes their head. “No… I just… I don’t want to think about it.”

“Alright,” Shoto says, his hand moving to brush a stray hair out of their face.

“Then don’t think about it. Just focus on me.”

He holds them a little tighter, his eyes watching their every move. Yn doesn’t see the way his jaw clenches or the faint glint of possessiveness in his gaze. All they feel is his warmth and the steady rhythm of his breathing.

“Try to sleep,” Shoto murmurs. “I’ll be here. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

As Yn starts to relax, their eyes fluttering closed again, Shoto stays awake. His arms don’t leave their body, and his gaze never wavers. In his mind, no onenot even a nightmare has the right to scare them like this.

They belong to him, and he’ll make sure they’re safe. No matter what.

[zeroinetoheroine]

Plunders of war ch.38

AO3 link

Chapter summary:

My chin jutted forward stubbornly. I couldn't be left behind again while everyone else fought. Even if I burn. Burning was nothing new. I burned in every nightmare, as poplars did, as did everything living. Everywhere I went there were wildfires and cinders and nothing else. The scars already decorated my skin, so what mattered a few more? If I could redeem myself, if I could deserve Shuto despite the enterprising parasite clicking its teeth underneath my muscles?

Tw: oh boy here we go...violence (domestic violence?), someone gets burned, gaslighting, mental breakdown (sort of), cheating (mentioned), someone gets punched and choked, death threats, you know what kind of fic this is, toxic everyone, enji todoroki is mentioned (should always be a warning IMO).

Those are a lot of warnings but I hope you enjoy! The chapter is way too long but I couldn't find a good place to split it into parts.

[kikyoupdates]

[CHAPTER UPDATE]

Bloodthirst ⭑˚💋⭑

bnha x vampire!reader

reverse harem, my hero academia x fem!reader, my vampire!reader, slowburn

As punishment for your sins, you, a young vampire, are banished — not just from your home, but to a different world entirely. Now, you find yourself in a foreign place where Quirks and heroes are the norm. In addition to coming to terms with your new life, you must also face your greatest challenge: controlling your massive thirst for blood.

༻story updated: july 5th, 2024༺

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