#i like to imagine that after touya and the reader departed that he couldn’t bother with hooking up for a while

[nohoney]

sometimes i like to think abt accidentally getting knocked up by touya and he immediately expresses distain for having a child and you understand, but you’ve always wanted a child. so you part ways without a grudge and have the baby and then you bump into touya at the market with his baby on your hip and he can’t help how his heart picks up at the sight of you holding his kid

imagine that you and him were just a random tinder match with one another, both with the agreement to have just some no strings attached fun. while there wasn’t a relationship per se, you and him get close enough to know what you want in the future; you want a family and he doesn’t.

and you didn’t plan to have that family for a while of course, but next thing you know there’s two positive pregnancy tests sitting in your bathroom. touya notices that you kinda withdraw for a bit, occasionally checking in but doesn’t necessarily go out of his way since you’re not his girlfriend. after some time mulling it over, you decide to break the news. he’s not happy and well… you’re uncomfortable.

you decided to keep it.

to be honest you weren’t going to expect him to take responsibility because in the end, you and touya do not know each other well enough to rely on one another. even discussing an attempt at the possibility of co-parenting with him ends in this stalemate. you don’t want to be locked in baby daddy drama either so you decide for him; you’re having this baby without him.

it’s not a guilt trip or anything to make him concede to you, no chasing after for child support from him or expecting anything else. touya does not want to be a father but you are already a mother.

in front of one another, the two of you delete each other’s information from your phones along with any evidence of the two of you together which really only consisted of your text chain and the occasional nude. he tells you good luck and you bid him goodbye.

you have a healthy baby boy, taking more after you in his looks but he has his father’s eyes. after delivering, you can’t help but let your mind wander to touya and wonder what he’s up to. you don’t get to dwell long though because your baby starts crying in his crib and now motherhood truly begins for you.

on a summer day when your son is just a little over a year old, you carry him on your hip as you walk through a market. you were just passing on through to buy a birthday card and then needing to drop off your son at your mother’s house before heading over to your friend’s birthday party. you talk to your son, acting like he’s apart of the card decision making, picking one up to present to him and laughing when he smacks it away.

you don’t notice touya at the very end of aisle, having recognized your voice as he passed by and doing a double take when he realizes it’s you. he hides himself a little, peeking his eye around the corner. you still rock a summer dress very well, even after having a baby, after having his baby. he observes quietly, wondering at all if it was appropriate to make himself known to you. from afar, touya sees that your son resembles more you than him but he wonder if that kid will grow up to be a little stinker like he was when he was a brat.

your son holds tightly to a card you hand him and you praise him for choosing the right one for his auntie. you adjust him on your hip and start to walk towards the self checkout aisle. touya sees his son’s face, gets a glimpse of turquoise blue that he inherited from his father and is passed down to your kid. and really he should keep his distance, let you go on about your day and he should go on with his.

and yet he follows in your direction, leaving behind his basket, and he’s tapping your shoulder before he can even think twice about it. “hey (name)…”

“oh… touya?”

[biscuit-buddy]

Vampire Todoroki Family x Reader

Now that bakuboi’s bday is over I can post this 👀 thanks to @lord-explosion-baku for fueling the thirst and @russianonion for editing my mess 💕

You were an orphan, plucked from the streets at an early age by a stranger with far too much money and placed into the care of several women. One of whom was the quiet and motherly Rei. She raised you to be the perfect woman, according to her boss’ standards. The perfect wife. On the day of your eighteenth birthday, the otherworldly man who employed your caretakers came to whisk you away.

It turns out your upbringing had a purpose after all, as he introduced you to his youngest son Shouto, your soon to be husband. Shouto wasn't fond of you at all, often remarking that you reminded him far too much of his mother and choosing to ignore your presence in the main house entirely. You continued to cook and clean and endure the strangeness of the entire situation.

Once a month, the large man you now knew as Enji Todoroki would host a family dinner consisting of you, your fiance, and his two older brothers. The oldest brother Touya didn't live at the main house with the others, and the relation between him and his father was tense.

You had always known something was off about the Todoroki family, but it wasn't until one of these family dinners and the arguments that usually accompanied them when Enji had bared his fangs, yes actual fangs, that you manage to put two and two together. They were vampires. You had confronted the softer middle child, Natsuo, about this one night and he confirmed the fact. Not only were they vampires, but that they had every intention of turning you into one as well.

Knowing this gave you both peace of mind and a whole new set of things to fear. Feeling your tension, Natsuo had gifted you a book on vampire lore, in which he highlighted several interesting facts. One is that once a vampire changes a human, said vampire has complete ownership over their creation. Obviously, the plan was for Shouto to be the one to change you and take you as his bride but what if...? No, you couldn’t possibly turn brother against brother like that, it was wrong.

Little did you know, it was the kind man’s intention all along to plant that idea in your head. He may not have been bold enough to tell you, but he was certainly cunning in his own way. However, bold himself came crashing in one family dinner. Touya was feeling especially fiery today, sending winks and lewd jokes your way just to see the pretty blush that dusted your cheeks. Your stoic fiance paid no mind to these advances, which only fueled him more. After dinner, Touya cornered you in the kitchen and pressed you up against the counter.

“Come on pretty baby, you really think little Sho could take better care of you than I can?” he whispered into your ear, punctuating his question with the tiniest of nips to your lobe. Before you could even think of a proper response, a growl ripped through the air and Touya was promptly thrown off of you. Your view now blocked by Shouto’s broad back, which was tense with unbridled rage. Truthfully, he hadn’t given two shits about you since you arrived at the house. You were an annoying human, and even more so you were a part of Enji’s plans that he wanted nothing to do with. Pure possessive instinct drove him to madness now, watching his brother touch what was so clearly his. Touya laughed the situation off and departed for the night, but his advances had sparked something among the Todoroki boys that couldn’t be undone.

From that point on you would go nowhere without Shouto standing protectively at your side. Emotionally he still paid you no mind, not bothering to strike a conversation or ask your opinions in the slightest. You felt like a doll with the way he always had a protective arm around your waist, or wouldn’t let you sit anywhere but his lap. The only time he wasn’t glued to your side was at night. It would be incredibly improper for an unmarried young woman to share a bed with any man, after all.

Of course, Natsuo takes full advantage of your betrothed’s absence and begins sneaking into your room just after sunset. He’s kind and sweet, and a wonderful reprieve from the utter silence that you experience from your fiance throughout the day. He lays next to you and weaves wonderful tales of times long forgotten, occasionally brushing a strand of hair away from your face or gently stroking your cheek. He makes you grand promises of an escape, a place away from the cold stares of his younger brother, the invasive touches of his older one, and the uncomfortable aura his own father gives off around you two. He won’t bite you yet, not until you ask him to make you truly his.

Natsuo leaves as soon as your gentle snores begin every night, in fear of his father or brother catching him by morning. This is exactly the opening Touya has been waiting for. The black sheep of the Todoroki family leaps in through your window and hovers over your resting form. Unlike the others, he sees no point in playing fair, he never has. He touches you in your sleep, relishing the sweet little moans and whimpers you so easily provide him. He waits until you’re fully awake to properly take you though. He wants you to look into his eyes as you come undone, to know that he’s the one making you see stars in black of night.

Even Enji himself has found you far too appealing. He regrets bringing you home to his son when he easily could have locked you away and kept you all to himself. You were, of course, the perfect wife, just as he made you to be. On days that the boys were out of the house on errands or training, he promised to look after you himself, entirely content to watch you flit around the house. His quiet observations grow bolder, however, as he moves past you to reach just beyond you. As he passes he grabs your waist and commits to memory just how small you feel in his clutch. He’ll recall that feeling later tonight when he imagines fucking your tiny body into a broken mess.

None of them realize just how far the others are willing to go to steal you away until one fateful night. Touya climbs in through your window hours after another stressful family dinner and begins to have his way with his all too willing pet. In the heat of the moment, he clamps down on your neck with sharp fangs as you mewl beneath him. The scent of blood alerts the other three vampires who quickly come rushing to your aid, only to find you in a rather compromising position.

Snarls echo around the room as each man prepares to fight to the death, but a new scent begins to overpower that of blood. All eyes darken and turn towards you as your arousal floods their senses, and suddenly there are three more bodies weighing down the bed. All of them nipping, sucking, touching you trying to achieve your full attention. It's a race to be the first one to cause your release, but when that comes crashing over you all too soon they begin competing to be the cause of your last one. Four mouths, eight hands, touching you everywhere and anywhere trying to ruin you in their own ways. It's too much, it's the epitome of overstimulation. Still, each man yearns to be the name you call the loudest, the one to make you cum the hardest.

Finally, when you can't feel your bones or open your eyes, the weights lift. So properly fucked out you can barely hear it when Enji clears his throat and announce “We’ll talk about this in the morning, for now, she needs to rest”