#vampire todoroki

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Vampire Shouto and pup Katsuki are always in my heart, even when it’s not spooky time anymore

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it's vampire season.

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Bloodlust

Vampire!Shoto Todoroki x Reader

➤ You’re leaving for a week. You and Shoto come up with a plan on how he’ll survive while you’re gone, but things don’t always go as planned

»»——⍟——««A/n: ngl yall, this sat in my drafts finished for MONTHS 😭I apologize. But uhh…. This will prolly be my last vampire au writing😅

Warning⚠️: blood, needles, medical stuff (I’m aware I’m not a doctor idc if it’s inaccurate), cliffhanger ending depending on how well you know me

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Clothes, toiletries, shoes, snacks, and your carry-on. Yup, you're all packed. Only one last thing to do before you left for your flight.

Today, you're leaving for a week long trip for your job. You're leaving, and Todoroki's staying. As much as he would love to come with you, he has things to care of while you're gone. You're all packed, ready to head out the door, except for the last -most important- thing you have to do before you leave.

You leave your bags at the front door, opting to search for the boy in question. You find him sitting at the edge of your bed, scrolling through his laptop. "Sho, I'm ready to go, wanna start?"

He looks up, smiling at you and setting his laptop to the side, meeting you at the bedroom door in a few quick strides. "Yeah," he leans down giving you a quick kiss on the lips, "go ahead to the living room, I'll get the supplies."

You follow his instructions, sitting down and making yourself comfortable as you wait for him to get the items needed to draw your blood. Usually, Shoto feeds from you, but since he can't go with you, plus you're going to be gone for a week, you made the decision on him drawing blood from you to keep him fed while you're gone.

He comes into the living room, sets everything down on the table, and turns to you. He offers you his hand, a sign to give him your arm. When you do, he pauses. "You should probably lie down." You do, keeping your arm outstretched to him and relaxing on the couch. "Let me know if it hurts too much."

He goes the full nine yards, wrapping a tie around your arm, rubbing his finger over the spot he picked to make sure the blood is pumping. He does it all. He gives you one last look, needle in hand, before sticking you with it, watching your blood filter from your body, into the bag next to you.

"You sure that'll be enough?" you ask, noticing he only has two blood bags.

"Yes, Love. I'll need to pace myself while your gone," he says gently, bringing his hand up to rest on your cheek.

You smile, turning your head a bit to look at him. "I wish you were coming."

"I wish I was coming too. but it's ok, you'll be back in no time," he laughs slightly, "and I'll again get to drink from the sweet source." He leans over, playfully nudging his nose again your cheek, making you squirm and laugh for a moment before lays his hand on your stomach. "Don't move too much."

His tone says he doesn't want to waste any blood that might drip, but his eyes say he just doesn't want to accidentally hurt you, needle being in your arm and all, so you settle smiling at him and waiting to be done.

"Ok, one more, almost done," he says, pressing his thumb to stop the flow, changing the bag and securing it before hooking up a new one and letting it start filling again. "You're doing so well. Thank you for this." Shoto settles his hand into yours, rubbing his thumb in circles on your skin.

"Of course, anything for you, Sho. Just don't get caught with blood bags in the fridge and medical supplies in the bathroom while I'm gone," you joke, earning and laugh from him.

About halfway through the second bag, Shoto notices your eyes starting to flutter shut. You're fighting unconsciousness. Shoto scoots closer, his hand instinctively going to your shoulder. "Y/n? Hey, Love, do you need me to stop?" He barely waits for an answer before his hands are creeping down to unhook everything.

"No, no, I'm ok," you sigh weakly, "want- want you to finish."

Todoorki bites his lips, looking down at the three-quarters-filled bag. 'Ok, ok. Almost done, almost done, baby," he says quickly.

The second the bag is filled he wastes no time unhooking the needles and stopping everything, checking over your whole body, listening to heart rate, and letting you lay on the couch as he cleans everything. This is the first time you had done this, and everyone reacts to getting blood drawn differently, so it's not even a thought as Shoto offers to instead drive you to the airport, wanting you to rest in the car ride, of course, giving you and a small bowl of cereal and juice to eat before heading on the road.

"Thanks again. You know it means a lot," he says, pulling up to the airport drop-off area. You'd slept the whole ride, getting enough strength to make it through security, to the gate, and on your plane, where you'll probably sleep the whole ride.

"Of course, Sho. No regrets," you smile. "Be safe while I'm gone."

He laughs and frowns. "That's my line."

You smile. “Yeah, guess it is.” You lean to him, giving him one last kiss goodbye. “Love you.”

“Love you, too”

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Your trip went well, and you're happy to be coming back. You missed Todoroki and your home. The first two days, things seemed fine, he'd text you and call when possible, keeping you updated, after though, things got quieter until it was just plain silence.

You chose not to let yourself worry, burying yourself in the work you had to do while you were gone and not thinking about it, knowing he's fine, he's strong, and he'll be home when you get back. Judging by the text you got from him before you boarded the flight home, you knew the last few days must have only been paranoia and circumstances:

See you soon, Y/n.

You pull up to your home and get out, getting your bags and walking to the front door. There's something running through your veins. Partially excitement to see Shoto again, but also something else. Fear? Dread? You weren't sure, but whatever it is, it still pushes you on as you unlock the door and open it.

If it wasn’t fear that you felt before, you definitely felt it now. The house was dark, only light coming through the blinds lit it enough for you to see. And it’s cold, any colder you’d be able to see your own breath. Things are scattered everywhere, almost like someone went into a fit of anger and started throwing things.

You leave your bags on the floor, forgotten about as you step forward, Shoto’s name on the tip of your tongue, but dying in your mouth before the first syllable even comes out, a flash and small burst of cold air going past you, and then you feel arms circle you from the side, pulling you into a cold body.

Your breath is caught in your throat as you feel Shoto’s breath on your neck. You try to speak, try to move, but he’s strong, keeping you pinned against him, even at the weird angle.

His hand grasps your neck, tightening around it and keeping you still as he leans in. You feel panic start to rise in your bloodstream. What could’ve happened? He said you left enough blood, everything should have been fine. But you know this, you know the signs, you caught a quick enough glimpse of Shoto’s blown pupils. The way his usual eye colors are gone, you feel his tight grip in every move he makes. The look on his face tells it all.

This is Shoto’s bloodlust.

He’s only been in bloodlust twice before around you, but both of those times it wasn’t necessarily geared toward hunger, but now, you’re not sure what’ll happen. But you still hold on to the thought that Todoroki knows you, he loves you, and he isn't going to kill you. He’d rather go through all his life again and have to redo every moment again before he drained you of all the blood you need to live. You trust him.

Todoroki squeezed his hand around your neck, making your pulse jump once again as he drags you to his mouth, also leaning down all at the same time and opening his mouth.

There’s no second thought, no hesitation or regard, only the pain of the bite. The feeling of his fangs digging into your skin, eager and draining your blood. It’s fast, so fast you can almost feel the blood rushes out of you, a big change compared to how he usually does it, slow and steady, letting you savor the tranquil feeling like you usually do.

You can feel his arms wrapped firmly around your body, and for a second, he pulls away, but only so he can turn you, making your chest flush against his as he digs his fangs into your skin again.

This time, it only lasts about ten seconds before you feel your vision to go. Your body feeling heavy, and suddenly so much more tired than seconds ago. Your eyes flutter shut, and your legs go out, consciousness slipping from your grasp.

Todoroki feels your body going limp, and he secures his arm around you, keeping you against him as he continues to feed. He carries you to the bedroom, his mouth still attached, and he lays you on the bed, his body fully over yours as your blood begins seeping from his mouth, and he continues to feed.

Shoto loves you, he protects you, you trust him. Shoto would never kill you.

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My costume at a Con a few years ago: Vampire Todoroki! This is one of my favorite cosplays I have ever had. I don't remember what Con this was taken at.

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I - A SUCKY ENCOUNTER

Summary: lost in one of the desolated Dregs, the ruins of Musutafu, you barely escape death at the Ash Market — only to be saved by a vampire with striking turquoise eyes, a creature who should have devoured you… yet chose not to

Warnings: mentions of blood, murder, vampirism, destroyed world, vampire AU, vampire Dabi

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The Dregs of Musutafu stretched like a corpse long abandoned, bones of metal and stone jutting out against the sickly dark sky. The air was thick with the copper tang of old blood, choked with the remnants of a world that had burned long before you were born. Wind howled through the alleyways, stirring up clouds of dust that clung to the crumbling buildings, rattling loose metal, and whispering like voices of the forgotten. The city — if it could still be called that — was a graveyard of rust and ruin, its streets infested with things that should not have survived.

This place belonged to the lowest of the low. To the starving. To the cursed. To the monsters who had been abandoned even by their own kind.

You pulled your cloak tighter around yourself, the fabric little more than a barrier against the illusion of safety. Your body screamed for rest, weakened, sluggish, starving. It had been too long since you’d eaten properly — your stomach gnawed at itself, your limbs felt heavy, and the dull ache in your head had begun to blur your vision. You tried to shake it off, to keep moving, but every step through the ruined streets felt like dragging chains.

The Ash Market had been a mistake.

It was supposed to be a simple trip — barter, trade, disappear. The underground market, tucked into the skeleton of an old subway station, was where the desperate and the damned gathered to scrape out what little existence they could. Blackened lanterns flickered over stalls lined with stolen rations, half-rotten produce, scraps of old-world fabric, and — most coveted of all — vials of blood. The scent had made your stomach churn, hunger clawing at your ribs as you forced yourself to ignore the pangs gnawing inside you. 

And then the raid happened.

It hadn’t been Sangreal. If it had, there would be no survivors. No time to run. No bodies left intact. Whoever had stormed the market had been desperate, brutal in their methods but sloppy. Probably a group of rogue vampires decided to hunt. Screams had cut through the smoke, and you had barely escaped with your life. The market had been torn apart in an instant. Bodies hit the floor. Blood spilled. People ran. You ran.

Now, you lurked through the streets of the Dregs, your boots crunching over shattered glass and loose debris, each step heavier than the last. You were weak, too weak. Your breath came shallow, chest tight as you forced yourself to keep going. The last thing you could afford was collapsing here, alone, vulnerable, with nothing but the cold and the dead for company.

But the Dregs were never empty.

You heard them before you saw them. The stench of rot came next, curling through the air, creeping into your lungs. Then came the laughter. Low and  raspy.

Low-class vampires.

A gang of them — five, maybe six — lounging in the desolation like carrion birds picking through a corpse. Their bodies gaunt, their faces drawn with the unmistakable signs of blood deprivation.

You could see them now, lingering in the mouth of an alley, their bodies hunched and twitching, the dim glow of their feral, predatory eyes cutting through the dusk. Their clothes were tattered, soaked in filth and old blood. 

One of them turned, his head snapping toward you, nostrils flaring.

Shit.

You’d gotten too close.

The leader, if he could even be called that, stepped forward first. He was tall, but hunched, his bones jutting against his skin, his fingers far too long, sharp, pointy nails blackened with dried, old blood. His mouth twisted into something that barely resembled a grin, revealing teeth stained yellowish taint. “Look what we have here,” he rasped, voice like dry leaves scraping against pavement. 

The others shifted behind him, their shoulders jerking with unnatural movements. They weren’t just hungry. They were starving.

And they had just found a meal.

You.

Your stomach twisted. Run.

But your body betrayed you. You stepped back, your heart slamming against your ribs. Too weak. Too slow. You could fight one, maybe two — but you wouldn’t stand a chance against all of them, not like this.

You tried to move, but they were already on you.

The first one struck like a shadow, grabbing your wrist before you could twist away. His fingers were ice, skeletal claws digging into your skin. He yanked you forward, sending you stumbling. 

A second lunged from the side, knocking you off balance. Your back hit the crumbling wall of an abandoned building, your breath shoving from your lungs in a painful gasp.

“Where are you running to, girl?” One of them sneered, pressing in close. His breath was rank with spoiled meat, his fingers gripping your throat just tight enough to make a point.

Panic spiked through your veins. You fought, thrashing against them, but you were weak. 

They smelled it, felt it, fed off it. 

One of them laughed, a sick, wet sound, dragging his tongue over his lips. "Not even gonna fight back? How charming."

You did. You tried. You kicked, shoved, twisted, nails raking at exposed skin, but it only made them more eager. “Leave me alone!”

The first one leaned in, inhaling against your pulse, his body shuddering. “Fuck, she smells so delicious!” Sharp teeth neared your neck, breath rank with old blood. His fangs gleamed as he opened his mouth wide—

And then the world erupted in blue.

A blue explosion erupted into the alley, scorching the air with a howling roar. The heat lashed out, impossibly fast, impossibly precise.

The first vampire’s head snapped back, an inhuman shriek bursting from his throat as fire tore through him. His body ignited instantly, blue flames devouring flesh and bone. The remnants of flesh blackened, bubbled, peeled, his shrieks high and animalistic as the fire devoured him whole.

You hit the ground, your body jerked free as your attackers scattered. 

One of them bolted into the darkness, but another wasn’t fast enough. Another blast cut him down. The smell of burning flesh and searing bone filled the air. The flames roared too bright, too hot, too unnatural.

You gasped, shoving yourself up on weak arms, blinking through the haze of ash and embers.

And then — there was nothing but silence. The fire flickered, dying back to embers.

And then you saw him.

He stood just beyond the fire, its flickering glow licking at the edges of his figure. His silhouette was razor-sharp, lean and tense with a predator’s stillness. He was tall, wrapped in dark clothing that looked as battered as the Dregs themselves. The coat hanging from his shoulders was worn, stitched together from scraps of fabric and lined with soot.

His face was scarred. Jagged, uneven burns twisted over pale skin, climbing his jaw and sinking into the hollows of his cheeks. His bangs — white and unkempt — fell into glowing, ice-blue eyes that cut through the dimness like shards of glass.

He was watching you.

The last surviving vampire made the mistake of moving.

Your rescuer lifted a hand, and the air roared. The fire lashed out again, merciless and precise, swallowing the vampire in an instant. He barely had time to scream before he was nothing but cinders.

The fire receded, flickering into embers at his feet. The alley was silent, nothing left but the stench of charred bodies and the acrid tang of burning flesh.

You swallowed hard, staring at the man, your pulse pounding in your ears.

He didn’t speak. He just watched you, eyes flickering over your face, then lower — to where blood seeped from the gash on your shoulder, staining the thin fabric of your sleeve.

The change in him was immediate.

His breathing hitched. His shoulders went rigid. His body stiffened. His fingers twitched. His throat bobbed.

You could see it in his eyes, the way his pupils dilated, the way his jaw clenched so tightly you could hear the faint grind of teeth.

Your blood.

You realized it too late. Your wound had opened, and now he could smell it. He was a vampire, too.

His hand twitched, fingers curling into fists as if fighting some invisible war within himself. His throat bobbed with a swallowed breath. The heat in his gaze burned differently now — hunger, sharp and violent, carving its way into his expression.

Your heart slammed against your ribs.

He sucked in another breath, then forced himself back. His hands shoved into his coat pockets, shoulders tense, stiff. He tilted his head slightly, a slow, assessing look that made your skin prickle. “You’re lucky,” he murmured, voice low and rough, like gravel dragged across embers. “If I hadn’t been here…” His lips tugged into something between a smirk and a snarl, his voice laced with something dark. “Well. You wouldn’t be alive.”

You swallowed, throat dry. “Who…” Your voice cracked, but you pushed forward. “Who are you?”

He huffed a breath, shaking his head. “Nobody.”

A sharp breath left him, and then he moved. His boots scraped against the cracked ground as he stepped closer. His knees bent, his weight shifting with unnatural ease as he came level with you, just a breath away. A predator lowering itself to inspect its prey, you thought to yourself.

He wasn’t like the others. You had seen many vampires before — their madness, their hunger. But this one… His hunger was controlled. Measured. A beast was bound in chains.

You tried to roll away from him, but your limbs wouldn’t listen.

His head tilted, watching you like something he couldn’t quite figure out. Like something too fragile, too tempting, yet dangerous all at once. “… You’re such a mess.” His voice was low, rough, and darkly amused. “Didn’t think you’d still be breathing,” he murmured, tilting his head. His gaze flicked over you, taking in every injury, every weakness. “Guess you’re luckier than most.”

Your fingers twitched against the pavement, uselessly grasping for something that wasn’t there.

He noticed that too. “You’re not gonna try and fight me, are ya?” His smirk deepened, like he was enjoying the idea of it. “Hate to break it to you, doll, but you’d lose.”

A breath hissed through his teeth as he leaned in slightly, head tilting. His nostrils flared. Then he cursed under his breath.

You knew why. The scent of your blood filled the air between you.

You were sure he would go for your throat in the next second, that his fangs would sink into your flesh, piercing it easily.

But the turquoise-eyed didn’t.

His gaze didn’t leave you, but he made no move to close the distance. His lips parted, his tongue flicking briefly over his sharp, long fangs like he was tasting the scent of your wound. His jaw tightened.

You trembled. Your chin quivered. All the fear, the exhaustion, the pain, the desperation pressed against your ribs, begging to be released, but you swallowed it down. You couldn’t break. Not in front of a vampire. Not in front of him.

His hand lifted slowly, fingers long, nails pointy and sharp like claws. You barely had time to flinch before he caught your chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting your head upward, forcing you to look at him.

You shuddered.

His grip was cold, firm, but not rough. The pad of his thumb barely brushed the edge of your jaw as he examined you, his turquoise-blue gaze locked onto yours with unnerving intensity. 

Your lips parted, but you had no words. Your mind blurred, your thoughts scattering like the wind. Your body finally gave out. For a moment, you were acutely aware of everything — the rough press of cracked pavement against your back as you collapsed, the way your fingers twitched uselessly in the dirt, how your heartbeat hammered too fast before slowing as the darkness pulled you under. You tried to breathe, but your lungs refused to obey. You tried to move, but your body felt like it no longer belonged to you. And as the shadows crept in from the edges of your vision, an unbearable thought lodged itself into your mind like a splinter beneath skin.

Was this the end?

Would the last sights burned into your failing vision be the ruin of a world, the sky choked in ash, hanging like the veil of a dying god over the wreckage of Musutafu? Would your final memory be the embers of a fire that had saved you, yet left only corpses in its wake — a fleeting, merciless light that had momentarily spared you from a worse fate?

Or would it be him? A vampire with the coldest, most haunting eyes you had ever seen — so unnatural in their beauty?

But before any answer came, the inevitable darkness swallowed you whole.

And then — there was nothing but a  consuming void, vast and endless, where even sound dared not exist. The weight of your body, the cold of the night, the ache in your bones — all of it vanished into the abyss.

And somehow, in that infinite darkness, you felt free. Free from the hunger gnawing at your ribs, free from the constant fear of being hunted, free from the agony you had once dared to call life.

And as the last shred of your consciousness flickered like a dying ember, a fleeting thought surfaced — perhaps this was what people called mercy.

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A small concept art for @doumadono latest work. I love vampires and the gothic setting, so I just had to draw this picture after hearing about the idee.

I also drew Shigaraki as a vampire, so please see the links below.

World of My Hero Academia / Boku no Hero Academia

AU (Alternate Universe) Dabi / Touya Todoroki

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The rest of my #myherotober2023 pieces, days 18 to 31!

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[NSFW] ‼ 18+ >MDNI<

Summary: You go searching for the hot vampire you saw and you get exactly what you want

Pairing: Vampire!Dabi/ Human Fem Reader

Content Warning: Enthusiastic Consent, Fear Play, Chasing, Blood, Blood Kink, Choking, Biting, Fingering, Rough Sex, Public Sex, Sex in the Woods, Clothed Sex, Mind Break (kinda??),

Word Count: 3.6k

Disclaimer: Character belongs to Kohei Horikoshi

A/N: Happy Halloween! Final part of my Halloween posts! The entire idea for these are technically because of @candycandy00 , so this is mostly thanks and dedicated to you candy! 💕💕

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The first time you saw him, you were...intrigued.

Dark scars contrasting pale skin like a mosaic, gleaming silver staples holding him together, pure white hair, shining like a halo. Yet the most prominent thing about him were his eyes.

Piercing blue, almost glowing. You've never quite seen anything like it. It was breathtaking. It was unnatural. It was beautiful.

And when he met your gaze, there was something...off...about him.

Maybe it was the way he seemed to catalogue everything about you in a single glance, maybe it was the gleam in his eyes as he looked at you, head tilted. Maybe it was the way he smirked; like he found a new toy.

No, not a toy. Prey.

Whatever it was, an uneasiness settled in your stomach.

He's not human. You know of them of course, the vampires that go bump in the night, though this is the first time you've been knowingly in the pressence of one.

You walked away with the feel of his eyes on your back and something dangerous settling in beside the unease within you.

*****

You thought that would be the last time you saw him.

You were wrong.

He was everywhere.

Like a shadow, he followed you; watching you, stalking you, hunting you, haunting you.

You would see him out of the corner of your eye, though when you looked, he was gone.

The feeling of being watched became a constant for you; fear a familiar friend.

And yet, after having grown accustomed to him, to that fear, you can't help the thrill that goes through you when you see him; the adrenaline rush in your veins whenever you feel his eyes on you, but you can't see him. The feeling of being hunted should be terrifying, and it is. Yet it's also so very exhilarating.

You know you're playing with fire, but you can't help it.

You wonder how it would all end.

You wonder when he would lose his patience.

*****

It happens when you decide to take a late night walk. Above you, the full moon glows with a tint of eerie red. A Blood moon, fitting for this night.

You know he's there, you caught a glimpse of white within the darkness, you can feel his eyes on you, and a shiver goes through you at what you plan to do.

You know this is where he frequents, practically his playground; it's why you're here. You crave to know him, to touch him, feel him; to have his hands on your body, his lips on your skin, his fangs in your neck.

And even through all of that, when he jumps down from the darkness of the trees above you, landing directly in front of you, the moment your eyes lock on his hypnotising azure gaze, on the vicious glee held within when you shriek in surprise, your instincts all immediately scream at you to run; because you are but a small prey in the presence of a predator.

You're running before you even process what you're doing, just following your instincts.

Running, running, running, your heart pounding, pounding, pounding.

The night air is crisp and cool against your face as you run. Your shoes hit the soft earth with the snap of twigs and crunch of leaves, branches snagging on your dress, tearing at the soft material and scraping your legs.

"I can smell you~" he rasps, his sultry voice sounding both distant and like he's directly next to you, all you see in the corner of your eye is that burning blue, before it disappears just as quickly.

"Run, little mouse," he coos, sounding like it's coming from behind you, making you turn your head back. But nothing is there.

"When I catch you, you're mine." His voice seems to come from multiple directions in the dark, and dread and excitement swirl deep in your gut, thighs burning as you run.

The thrill of the chase just adds to your excitement, knowing that the creature hunting you will inevitably catch you. And when he does, you will be at his mercy; his to do with as he wishes, his to use, his to claim, his to consume, body and soul.

The sudden silence blanketing your surroundings only amplify the heated fear, and all you can hear is your racing heartbeat, rushing blood, and the rustling of leaves.

The cold wind blows past you as he dances around you, playing with his prey as he darts around you, reaching out to brush surprisingly warm fingers along your skin, just to make you yelp.

The way he's so obviously playing with you somehow both makes you want to snarl and cry, and makes heat stir in your gut. It doesn't help that you catch a glimpse of a wide, feral grin whenever he's close enough to see it.

And then you stop seeing him.

You stop to catch your breath, every gulp of air dragging through your lungs, and you glance around wildly.

Having the vampire right on your heels is nerve-wracking enough, but the moments where he vanishes entirely are far worse.

Suddenly, you hear the rustling of leaves off to your side, and you automatically lash out, only for a scarred hand to grab your arm and press you into the rough surface of the trunk of a tree, a choked scream crawling up your throat.

Really, you should've known better than to try outrunning him.

You jerk and thrash automatically, the instinct to keep fighting and escape still present, but the vampire just keeps you pinned firmly against the tree, and only seeming amused at your squirming.

You force yourself to calm down, because not only will you acting like prey make this more dangerous than it already is, but this is exactly what you want! What you crave.

As you relax, a heated hand wraps around your throat, holding you in place, but not squeezing, and you're finally able to take in his appearance properly, and God, the sight of him with wild hair and an utterly unrestrained expression, grin so wide it looks like it hurts, as he drags his tongue over his teeth, the sharp points of his fangs glinting in the moonlight, is...Well, to put it simply, your underwear is drenched in your slick.

And this close, you realize that the pupils of his eyes are thin slits, like those of a cat's, and they're locked on you.

Chuckling darkly, he purrs, "Caught you, Sweetheart." His voice is a soot tinted velvet abyss, and you feel your knees buckle, but he keeps you where you are.

You pant, gasping for breath, as his thumb caresses the pulse point on your throat, the touch deceptively light and feathery.

He grabs your hip with his other hand, pulling you towards him; the heat radiating off him is almost suffocating as he towers over you, trapping you against the tree. "Now what's a pretty thing like you doing all the way out here, hm?" He tilts his head as his eyes rove over you like he's trying to figure out a puzzle.

You thought a vampire's skin would be ice cold, but he's practically a walking furnace; the feel of him disorienting you to the point of not answering.

Not that he seems to notice much.

A warm, wet tongue licks a stripe up your neck and your breath hitches at the sensation and slight sting of a scratch you didn't know was there, most likely from a branch.

The neckline of your dress is invitingly low, your neck and collarbones bare, and his hand on your throat slides to cup the side, tilting your head to lean in closer; slowly closing the distance inch by ruinous inch, until you could feel his breath against your skin, before burying his face in the junction of your neck and shoulder, nosing at the soft flesh there, inhaling deeply. "Fuck, you smell good.", he rumbles, his breath hot on your skin, his lips scorching where they brush, and you tremble in his hold, goosebumps raising in their wake.

"Oh?" His grip tightens on your hip and throat momentarily. "You want this, don't you?" His voice is a deep, amused purr, and you can feel him grinning against you.

"N-no, I—" you stutter, stupidly deciding to follow your first instinct at the shameful accusation; deny and lie through your teeth.

"Don't lie to me, Sweetheart. I can taste it." He presses his thumb to your racing pulse, licking over the small wound again. "Your blood at least knows how to be honest." he chuckles, taunting and mean.

You swallow thickly around the moan crawling up your throat, threatening to release.

"Well?" He murmurs, tapping his thumb against the hidden vein.

"Yes." You breathe, spilling your filthy truth and wicked desires.

He let's out a satisfied hum at your honesty and murmurs, "What's your name, sweet thing?", nipping at the sensitive skin.

You answer honestly, breathily, and he rewards you with a chaste kiss to your neck. "Touya.", he introduces himself in turn, and you think to yourself that it suits him.

"Mm, I want to taste you. Properly.", his thumb slides up to tip your chin up further, directing your eyes to meet his. "May I?"

You know he doesn't truly mean it, the question. It's merely an illusion of power, of consent, because really, what vampire asks their prey if they can eat?

He's simply humoring you, mocking you really, already knowing your answer but wanting to hear it.

Wanting to hear you so easily comply, willingly surrendering yourself, your dignity, to a creature of the night, a man you don't even know; laughably offering your very life force to an immortal.

He wants to hear the pathetic want of a mortal foolish enough to feel that way.

And yet.

"Please.", you sigh, sagging against him, a plea and a prayer as you bare your throat to him.

He breathes out a laugh. "Let's hope you don't regret it, hm?" His voice is a dark purr, a dangerous threat and a sweet promise, as he wastes no time in sinking his fangs into the soft skin of your neck.

You gasp when the sharp, stinging pain sets your shoulder and neck aflame as he pierces your flesh, marking you in a way no one ever has; your own teeth sinking into your bottom lip to contain your cries as a new heat washes through you, your hand moving up to tangle in his snowy hair, holding him to you.

His eyes roll back in ecstasy at the taste of your warm blood, his tongue laving against your skin as he sucks on your neck, feasting on it, and your grip tightens, tugging at the pale strands.

A low growl rumbles through his chest as he drinks from you, pulling you in impossibly closer, crowding you up agaisnt the tree, sliding his leg between your thighs, pressing up into your core. You absentmindedly grind down against him pathetically, panting; his hand on your hip sliding up to squeeze at your breast.

Already you're dripping as you grind your hips against his front, and moan when you can feel that he's hard for you.

He pulls away from your neck, seemingly reluctantly, his lips lingering on your skin momentarily.

His eyes are wild as he looks at you, pupils blown wide; grin broad and bloody, a single drop of blood trickling down the corner of his lips, and you think he's hauntingly beautiful.

"You taste divine." He breathes, and the tone is all dark pleasure, the low rumble in his chest a quiet constant, looking at you as though he's just found something precious; his hands roaming your frame reverently as he takes you in, licking up the stray blood from his lips.

A warm hand trails under and up your dress, and you gasp when he cups your clothed cunt.

"This is what you wanted, hm?" tilting his head, his eyes going to the wound he left on your neck, sluggishly bleeding. "Tsk, tsk, naughty little thing. Your blood doesn't lie, Angel.", he coos, rubbing slow circles into your clothed clit with his thumb, and you let out a shuddering moan. "And neither does your greedy body."

Hot shame rushes through you at your dirty desires being laid bare, at being claimed and devoured by this dark creature, and wanting it; enjoying it.

Nothing about this is okay.

And.

Yet.

Your needy whimper and glossy, pleading eyes looking up at him so prettily is all the answer he needs, and he smiles, sharp and vicious, and he leans in to let you taste it; taste his bloodstained lips capturing yours in a searing kiss. And like a fool, you kiss back, licking into his mouth; the coppery taste of your blood on his tongue adding to your primal desire.

He tears your panties off of you, the fabric falling apart easily with a loud rip, before immediately dipping two fingers into your sopping hole, curling them.

Your lips part on a gasping moan, eyes wide as you look at him, at that wolfish smile and gleaming fangs.

Your legs tremble as he spreads his fingers, scissoring you open, stretching you out for him. "Oh fuck~" you whine, nails digging into his forearm and bicep as you shamelessly grind down against him.

"More, more, Touya, please more." You babble, pleading and hoping he knows what you mean, because you can feel your orgasm nearing, but this isn't how you want to cum.

He just grins at you, because he knows, but feeling either merciful or impatient, or perhaps both, he pulls his fingers out with a squelch, quickly undoing his belt and pants, before lifting you, spreading your legs for him; the easy show of strength just making you burn that bit hotter, pussy throbbing.

"I've been waiting far too long for this." Touya sighs softly, the leaking tip of his cock teasing your wet folds, rubbing against your sensitive clit. "Don't worry, Princess, I'll give you exactly what you want."

He pushes in slowly, but completely, and your mind is gone, moaning long and low at the perfect stretch, trembling with how full you are all at once, as he splits you open on his cock, carving out a space within you just for him.

Tears roll down your cheek and he just licks it right up with a smile as he grinds into you, making you adjust to his size, before slowly pulling back.

"Mm, you feel as good as you taste." He punctuates his point with a deep thrust that drags a choked moan out of your throat as you take every inch of his cock.

Cerulean eyes lock on yours as Touya's mouth opens with a snarl to reveal gleaming fangs.

It's all the warning you get before his fangs puncture your skin once more, flooding your senses with that heady mix of pain and ecstasy.

You arch into Touya's touch as best you can without ripping your own throat open. "Fuuuck~" you whine, high and breathy, nails dragging down his arms for something to ground you, feet kicking out involuntarily as you clench around him. All at once, it's too much, too fast, but you might actually cry if he tries to stop. Your skin feels like it's on fire, your very blood lava; body and senses overwhelmed in the best way.

A growl rumbles in Touya's chest, almost a purr, as he drinks his fill, groaning low in his throat as his tongue presses against where his fangs have pierced skin and you almost sob at the pleasure-pain before clenching down rhythmically on his hot length, trying to coax him into fucking you; the only thing holding you back from bouncing yourself on the vampire's cock, the fangs in your throat.

"Touya~!", you whimper, squirming in the vampire's strong hold and shuddering when his cock drags against your walls, fucking you slow and deep.

Soon enough, Touya has you shaking and sobbing out sweet, little tortured sounds, and he laps them up too.

Noticing the sounds getting weaker, he pulls back, healing the wound with a lick, peppering bruising, open mouthed kisses down your neck, to your shoulder, before immediately biting down there as he snaps his hips forward, slamming his cock into you, so he can watch you throw your head back in pleasure as he grinds in deep.

"Oh, fuck—" , you sob, clawing at his back. "Move. Please, please, fuck me—"

His eyes widen as he removes his fangs and seals to wound, looking at you in a mix of curiosity and wonder.

Should prey be this receptive?

Though, he doesn't really care. All he knows is that he can't get enough of the sight of you, debauched and pretty, speared on his cock, begging to be fucked stupid.

He grins, sharp and bloody.

"Fuck, such a good girl for me, aren't you?" He coos, fucking into you steadily, pace gradually speeding up, rumbling as you moan and cry out.

"Mm, good. So good. So so good. Fuck yes, yes, yes—ahn—feels so good, Touya. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," you babble and chant, almost slurring, and neither of you know if it's from blood loss or just lust, but fuck you never want it to end. "Use me, drain me, kill me, I don't care, just fuck me, please~"

Touya lets out a surprised laugh at that, looking at you in bewildered awe, idly wondering if he overdid it, or if you're just that much of a little freak, and he feels some of his control slip, hitting your sweet spot perfectly.

You let out a sobbing moan as you try to meet his thrusts, but you asked to be used, so with the speed and strength of the vampire, you're soon left a drooling and twitching mess as you're used as nothing more than a fuck toy.

Touya's plan was to spoil you, take it nice and easy on his new little human, but you turned out to be such an adorable slut.

You asked, so sweetly to be used. How could he say no?

So, used you were.

"I'll use you all you want, but I won't kill you. I won't break my pretty new toy, Dolly, I'm keeping you.", he growls, and you feel like you're going to be branded with the heat of his bruising grip on your ass where he holds you spread for him as he fucks brutally into you like the beast he is, plunging into the deepest parts of you; your clothed breasts bouncing with every thrust, the filthy sounds of your sloppy hole filling the night air.

And like the fucking freak you are, you giggle, even as you pant for an ounce of breath, even as tears stream down your cheeks from feeling so fucking good.

Your pleasure builds and builds, and you're so close.

Touya feels it in your twitching insides, groaning. "You gonna cum for me, baby? Such a good slut for me, gonna cum from a monster's cock, huh?", his thrusts, still at that ruthless pace, are becoming uneven as he pounds into you.

You just nod desperately, and cock-dumb, your voice hoarse, panting and moaning like a whore, you beg, "Mhm, want your cum. Fill me up please, please, please—", as your hole greedily clenches around him rhythmically, like you're trying to milk it out of him.

"Fuck, cum for me, Angel. I’ll fill you up, mark you as mine." He growls, low and animalistic, all hot pleasure and possession.

Your orgasm is intense as it crashes over you, to the point that you don't even know where it ends. Your eyes roll back, vision turning white, as you gush around him.

The vampire lets out a near feral snarl at the way your cunt clamps down on him, and his fangs bury in your shoulder once more as he cums, thick ropes of cum painting your insides. He drinks in the way you moan as he fucks you through your orgasms, filling you up; the mess between your legs splattering every time he pumps into you, the white of it obscene in the dark of night.

He finally slows down to a grind, lapping at the bite carefully so it can heal, before looking you over and finding you barely conscious.

Coming down from your high, your breathing is laboured and you can't see straight, eyes lidded and hazy, yet you still have an adorably stupid grin on your lips.

He tilts your chin, luminous eyes piercing through you as he pants. "You're mine now. You understand that, yes?" His gaze remains trained on yours as his tongue darts out to lick up the few drops of blood that remain on his lips. The icy fire burning in Touya's eyes threatens to consume you whole, your body trembling under his touch as you nod and let out a breathy, fucked out little, "Uh huh", because it's all you can manage at the moment, your cunt pulsing around him.

"You will be a good pet and not let any other human lay their filthy hands on you, hm?" He rumbles, grinding into you, his fingers digging into your flesh.

"I'm yours." You moan, high and breathy, slurring. You want nothing more than to be owned, body and soul, by this man.

"That's my girl." With blood smeared on his lips, he grins, fangs glinting in the moonlight as he pulls out, letting you feel the mess that spills down your thighs and the delicious ache pulsing through you from being so thoroughly used.

You decided to play with fire, and Touya is more than happy to brand you as his.

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dramatic vampire shouto my beloved

there’s a version where he’s got a little blood on him below the cut :0

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a celebration event for 2K FOLLOWERS!!!!! thank you so much my loves :(( i adore u all !!!

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GENRES:⠀fluff ♡⠀ smut ✩⠀angst 𑄽𑄺⠀sfw/suggestive ✿ ARTISTS: ⠀mha, supernatural, tvd

MY BAND ✿ rockstar!bakugou x reader

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me when i was a preteen: been crying over anime lately

me when i was a teenager/in my early 20s: thats cringe

me in my late 20s: been crying over anime lately