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Prince!Shouto ♡ Maid!Reader - Chapter 1 out of ??

-> You've always been kind, wanting nothing more then to spread warmth into a cold castle. When you were a child, you had given some of your kindess to a boy in need. It was because he recognized your kindess, that you live to tell this story today.

fiction contains: fluff, angst, romance, reader is almost executed because endeavor is a piece of shit, eventual smut, eventual pregnancy, assassination, pining, shouto is a little too in love with reader, shouto is also an extreme romantic, reader is almost killed again because, you guessed it, endeavor is a piece of shit, pining, izuku + bakugou are shouto's right hand men, little bit of violence chapter contains: nothing extreme worth mentioning, shouto n reader are so cute omgomg PROLOUGE

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Flowers fall salubriously over the skies of Venora, the sun’s warmth spreading over the fingertips of anyone sauntering outside to perform their duties for that day…or to any of the many children that decided to skip around their village knee-level of the citizens with flowers in their hair, engaging in anything that excited their blooming curiosity. Venora is one of- if not the most flourishing of countries, being outstandingly large, and having one of the most capable and efficient militia. It is a strong belief here that everyone has their purpose in life, and everyone has their own “talent” or gift given to them to serve that purpose. Many people are aware of their gifts from an early age, some without, and have hairs turning silver and still letting life lead them in whichever direction the wind blows. All in all, it’s a safe country to live your hopes and dreams in.

Besides, you learned the punishment for breaking some of the laws can be quite severe, and said punishments are severe enough to strike terror into the citizens who consider tampering with them.

“Really?? We get to visit the palace??” A little child squealed into their mother’s lap, that child just so happened to be you. Playing princesses with your friends was entertaining, yes, but it couldn’t compare with the real thing. It played over and over inside your feeble brain, the diamond chandeliers, the gold-plated statues, the doors, the throne room. Just the thought would make any insouciant child like yourself shake with anticipation.

“You mustn't make a scene when we get there, dear. As much as I understand your excitement, the palace can’t be mistaken to you as a place of fun and games, it’s quite serious. Your father is attending a meeting, so you and I get to stay for a while to attend the holiday. If you’re lucky, you might be able to attend the ball with me.” Your mother almost immediately regrets the last few sentences of her speech, now having to deal with a squealing 5-year-old who cannot control their emotions any longer. After a long sigh, she scooped you off her lap, walking over to the bedroom to place you into bed. There were paintings with stars and sparkles adorning the ceiling above your bed, and you convinced your mother to help hang stars from the faded paint spots. The dim lighting in a shade of dark blue truly did make the stars sparkle, including the ones hanging in your room and the stars that dance together in the sky. It made you wonder if they had the same paintings on the palace walls, maybe even more. With a kiss to your forehead, she tucked you in your bed and tried to step away, but failed due to you reaching out your tiny hand to grab onto her yellow sundress. “Do you think I can be a princess? Like the ones in the big palace?” “I'm sure you can, and I bet you’ll be the prettiest princess ever. However… I'm afraid princesses get beauty sleep, and at this rate, you’ll turn into a gremlin with baggy eyes!” She smiled when your body immediately went lax, and you flopped onto your bed sheets and snored as if you’d been sleeping for over a hundred years. With that, she left your room.

Your father was in a state of alamort, putting in as much effort as his soul allowed him to move your family higher status and reputation, but to no avail. His majesty had barely spared a glance at him, and he hoped that this ceremony would be an opportunity to bring his family higher. Your family was by no means struggling with money or bringing food on the table, more so struggling to maintain the reputation that's been withheld in your bloodline for generations.

Nobility was a hard bargain. Your surname was well known in the village you lived in, but it didn’t advance any farther than that. The family’s worth compared to that as a bystander you’d see in royal events, just slightly over a commoner, nothing to ever be placed near the grand royalty of the Todoroki bloodline.

The annual Crescent Moon ceremony was taking place in just a small amount of time, a celebration to symbolize family, fertility, empowerment, and to appreciate life’s lavish graces. It most certainly wasn’t the most important of events, but the meaning behind it gave reason to be very…lavish, and thriftless. A perfect event for a child to witness, as it romanticizes royal life to the utmost degree.

So, in the restless dreams of a 5-year-old girl, you’d be sitting on a throne adorned with diamonds, and a version of yourself that you would assume is an older you. A crown so shiny that if angled towards the sun, would blind anyone looking in your direction. It sits atop your perfectly placed strands of hair, not a single one out of place. Maybe if you thought hard enough, you’d be able to visualize a chromatic ring wrapped around your 4th finger, followed by the lips of a handsome prince pressed against the front of your hand.. is there a prince at the castle? Even a little girl can be bashful sometimes, maybe he’d be like the books, with a prodigious sword attached to his hip and weighty boots that slammed against marble floors, signaling his arrival earlier than his presence could. So.. speaking like a 5-year-old girl, this place is gonna be super duper awesome!!!

This… however..was not very awesome. It'd been almost.. 5 hours now? The sun is still high in the sky, burning down at the wooden carriage you rode in. It was hot, and your mother said that if you whined one more time about the heat, she’d make sure you’d get none of the palace desserts when they got to the capital of Venora, also known as Solaris. It was the diamond of the country, and where the tremendously large castle stays solemn. It’s where the royal family of Venora has resided for years. There are neighboring castles, much smaller, reserved for the high nobles, and your mother promised you’d get to see them when the carriage reached Solaris. Some were located on the way to the main castle, but some were buried deep in the wispy green forests, lakes, and hills that were outspread in Solaris, practically smothering the land. The only exception being the main village, which is said to be the largest city in the country. Your mother said that it’s not the best or most habitable place to live in. Tourists, and merchants, all of them practically suffocate the city, leaving little to no room for long-time inhabitants. If you want to live close to the castle, it’s best if you build your own place.

“Are we there-”

“Don’t even start, missy.” Your mother quipped before you could finish your childish statement.

“But-”

“You know, princesses are very calm and patient people. They ride in royal carriages all the time, simply waving at passersby. How could you be a princess if you can’t even make it to the castle without whining, dear?” Comparing you to a princess is the only way she knew would always get you to behave, it always worked well, proven by the silence the rest of the trip.

However, the mind of a little girl never stayed quiet, and as you peered out of the lights that the wood would allow, you could see your father’s carriage right in front of your own. It seemed that he was a quiet man, always thinking, but never speaking. Unless it was towards your mother about mundane things, he was always in his study, thinking. You couldn’t fathom what he could be up to, what could be so interesting or demanding that a simple nobleman as your father would be locked up inside the silence of his stone-walled office.

Sometimes at home, you’d see fathers - laughing and playing with their children, but that was never the case with yours. In fact, he never really spoke to your mother either. In contrast, your mother was as warm as a white fur blanket, like the ones she said were common in the palace, but rare and expensive to find in your own village. She always spoke with you, seeing as you had no other siblings. Speaking of which, you asked her about that idea once, having siblings. Quickly your mother hushed you of the idea, saying that it wouldn’t be happening anytime soon, almost looking hurt at what you said, so you never mentioned it again.

Having many children was a miracle at this age, why was she so against it-

The sound of faded cheers and chatter dragged you out of the deep reflection of your thoughts. Are we there yet-?

You slammed a hand over your mouth when you realized you had said that last part out loud, slowly turning your gaze over to your mother, who narrowed her eyes at you. Yet the look on her face quickly softened as she sighed, and announced; “Yes, we are here!” Even she couldn’t contain her excitement, yet she quickly had to compose herself and grab you, as you were just about to leap out of the carriage. “We are in Solaris, not near the castle yet. I can’t let you go out into the village, it’s filled with people for the ceremony and you’d surely be trampled. If you want to view the commotion, simply watch through the carriage.” She simply grinned at you as you whined, and pressed your face to the carriage glass.

The sun was still in the sky, but much lower. You had made it to your temporary estate, and you were astounded at the sheer size of the exterior. It was nearly thrice as big as your regular estate, with gardens on each side with their own unique plants, your favorite being the dazzling lilies on the left side, and the charming gladiolus on the right. There was even a butler waiting for you, and you scampered up to him with a smile, which he gladly returned to you. Your mother was, discreetly, also amazed at the size, simply internalizing her emotions, with nothing but soft upturned lips and a slight sparkle in her eyes. Your father, though, had the exact opposite emotions. He looked rather displeased, evident with the slight scowl on his face, what could he be so upset about? You decided to tug on his suit pants, directing his scowl at you, but he loosened his angry face at the sight of your frown.

“Why are you sad, pa? This place is so big!” He lost his scowl completely, opting to look at you with a neutral face instead to not upset you anymore, and walking towards the front door of the estate, lamenting to himself instead “It could have been bigger.”

The inside was just as impressive, ancient paintings with gold plated frames, silverware decorated in intricate patterns and designs carved into the metal. The thing that caught your eye the most, was the stunning piano in the foyer of the estate. You had half the mind to climb the piano stool, and mash your little fingers against the keys, you were almost successful too, if it weren’t for your mother holding the collar of your dress. …

Much to your mother’s delight, the length of the trip ended up giving her a tuckered-out 5 year old. This was good anyway, the ceremony was tomorrow evening, and they wouldn’t be leaving the estate for another 3 weeks, anyway. This part seemed to be the only thing that pleased your father, maybe it was because this gave him more time to talk with The King himself.

Your mother had a very difficult pregnancy regarding your birth. Infact, the birth itself was a blur in her memory. From what the midwives had told her, the bleeding was what almost caused her death. Luckily, her having held onto the strings of consciousness for just a few moments longer was what caused her to recover just enough for the healer to arrive intime. Due to the heavy bleeding, it was highly encouraged, almost demanded of her, that she never conceive again.

This had angered your father to no end. He had at least one child, but it wasn’t a male..an “heir” to his legacy. No matter how many times you had promised him to carry on his legacy, he wouldn’t listen. His anger got so severe, he had almost forced himself onto your mother- completely disregarding her safety, all for the chance of an heir. From what little bit of morals he had left, he stopped.

This was the reason why he was quite desperate in his attempts to raise his family’s status and reputation, but in this day and age, a daughter and a title can only get you so far. He watched as his once peers outgrew him in their own rankings, no longer speaking to him and throwing away their companionships as if it had only been brought together by a scroll, waxed stamp, and word from the king.

Deep down inside, he wanted to be able to disregard people like that- and throw them away. He’d never admit it, though.

The sun hadn’t even risen yet, but the whirlwind of activity never slept on a day such as this one. Your estate was over a mile away from the bustling city, and yet the cheers could be heard as loudly as the chirping birds outside the windowsill. Your mother must have heard it too, as she appeared in front of your doorway.

“I'm glad that trip wore you out enough to have you sleep in early, I'm afraid that was all the amount of soundful sleep you're going to get until the cheers die down in a few days.” She smiled at your little pout, walking over to you and gently pushing your fists away from your eyes as you rubbed them.

“Nonetheless, I bet you’ll be glad to hear that we get to enter the palace early, so it’s best you get yourself ready now, that is if you want to be princess material.”

“…Do I get to pick out my dress?”

“Of course you do.”

The sun was now peeking above the horizon, almost as if it was hiding from the beautiful chaos to come. The fear collides with the sky in an ethereal array of colors, the exact same array of colors as your dress. A shimmering light yellow, something lighter and purer than golden honey, but just as divine. It’s adorned with coral-like pink colored designs, and the prettiest golden shoes to go along with it. A dress, truly, fit for a princess.

The maid finished the final touches of the curls in your hair, so defined that they bounced on your head whenever you jumped in delight, much to the maid’s displeasure.

The sun had finally crept from its hiding place, now sitting lowly in the sky. It’s still well before noon, and you were stepping outside the estate with your mother’s hand holding your own. She wore a dress similar to your own, but fully yellow. Your father stood in front of you both. He was..suspiciously quiet, to say the very least. It was one thing to be in your own head, but his eyes seemed dark, like he was thinking about one thing only.

However, he snapped out of it when he realized the carriage wasn’t coming as soon as he expected it to.

People with high reputations get invited to the castle far far earlier than commoners get the chance to even get close to it. The earlier you get in depends on your status, and clearly your father thought he’d be escorted by now, and his pride would not allow him to go back inside to wait. Even the butler was starting to get concerned, it had now been over an hour waiting outside. Your mother had tried to persuade him 30 minutes ago, but was met with a rather harsh lecture, and didn’t dare to press further. He wouldn’t allow you two to go back inside either.

Finally, after about an hour and thirty minutes, the carriage arrived at your estate. Luckily the sun still wasn’t high enough in the sky, and the air still had a slight chill to it, so you didn’t overheat too much, it was just a little bit too warm for your liking.

The carriage was beyond anything you’d ever seen. It was laced with gold and diamonds beyond comparison to anything you’d ever seen. It was lavish, and the seats were laced with cold silk, much to your delight.

There were no words to describe the castle, none at all. Well, if you could explain it in one way… large. It took nearly 30 minutes to just get out of the carriage, due to the huge lineup at the side entrance. That was another thing your father hated, that he wasn’t “noble” enough to use the grand front entrance. You couldn’t even register his anger though, as you stepped out of the carriage the only thing you could think about was the sheer size and elegance at the massive structure standing proudly before you eyes. You clutched onto your mother tightly, as it felt as though you’d get lost if you so much as moved an inch from her body.

This was the moment you separated from your father, as though he had other plans, and stuck to your mother, heading towards the ladies’ hall, a portion of the castle where all the noblewoman and their ladies-in-waiting sat together for tea, from what you heard. It was strange though, why didn’t your mother have her own lady in waiting?

When inside the hall, you followed you mother to the room where the commotion was coming from, and were surprised by the sheer elegance of the woman inside. Did they go to galas all day? The ballgowns and tiaras they wore told you so, there was no way they could sit in such attire all day without dying.

You were almost intimidated by them as the silence built up and your mother walked in with you in her grasp. However, a breath of relief washed over you as some of the women smiled at you and your mother with a courtly wave, and a small portion just simply decided to ignore your existence, and go back to whatever conversation they were having moments prior.

Your mother seemed even more relieved as you did, surely feeling the anxiety building up about her own place in the room. She was older, but still had the girlish tendencies of wanting to fit in.

One of the noblewoman was very welcoming, opting to stand up from her loveseat and make her way over to your mother with a warm smile and curtsey. She even smiled down at you, which made your heart leap at the thought of being greeted by a princess.

“I see you’ve come right on time, and you’ve brought us a gift, too.” notioning at you, “she’ll fit in well with all of our children, the little girls out in the garden. It’s safe here, if she wants to play with them.”

Your mother curtseyed back, “I’m sure she’d like that, do you want to go [Y/N]?”

“Mhm!” The lady in front of your mother giggled at you, and notioned her head towards the entrance of the side garden. Your mother nodded at you, giving you permission to go, and so you skipped off.

The garden was filled with children playing and flowers of all colors blooming from every direction. Some children opted to go a little too high on the large garden swing, others chased butterflies, which is what you did. You got along well with a blond-haired blue-eyed girl, her hair tied up in pigtails and wearing a bright blue dress with gold accessories on it. She had some freckles on her face too, as she proclaimed to be “the professional of catching butterflies”. She taught you how to do it as well, and ushered you to catch the white and red colored butterfly, what an interesting color.

So you followed it, as it fluttered away into the forest-like part of the garden, with trees for what felt like miles. There were no children here, except for you and the childish butterfly slipping from your grasp at every chance.

Well, you thought you were the only child, until you heard crying from a distance.

A boy, about 8-9 years old, was sitting under an oak tree with tears in his eyes.

You hated it when people cried, you always ended up crying with them, but you’d try to keep your composure for the sake of this boy.

A light tap on his knee had him flinching, looking up at the person who had just dared to disturb him and his privacy. Almost regretting it, as he didn’t want to scare the intruder with the horrid scar on his face, but to his surprise, you didn’t flinch or widen your eyes at all. He was even more surprised at the person who was in front of him-

It was just a child.

“…What do you want?”

“Why are you crying?”

He didn’t answer your question.

“Is it because you're lonely?” “..No.”

“Are you nervous about the ceremony? I know it’s pretty scary, but can’t you believe how big this place is? As long as you have your parents by your side, you won't get lost! What’s your name?”

You didn’t know who he was, he was sure of that now. Giving away his last time would reveal who he was. He’d never had an outsider talk to him like a normal person before, and he wouldn’t admit it, but he enjoyed it. He enjoyed the informality, in contrast to the formality that he was forced to drown in all his life, up until now.

“..Shouto. This place is big..but I am used to it.”

“Oh! Do you come here often?? Oh- and my name is [Y/N]!! Unlike you- I am TERRIFIED! I feel like I might get lost here! Like I might get sucked up into a painting or something!”

“..You can’t get stuck in paintings.”

“Of course not silly! I’m just joking!”

“Oh.”

“Uhm.. is it because of your injury? Does it hurt?” you pointed at the scar on his eye. Clearly this wasn’t the best thing to have said, as the boy looks like he’s going to cry again.

“No.. it doesn’t hurt..well..not in that way I don’t think.” His voice is wobbly.

“Oh no! I’m so sorry Shouto. I hope it doesn’t hurt at all. When you grow up, though, I’m sure people will respect you alot with that super duper awesome scar!

“…What?”

“Well..your scar, it looks cool!”

“It..does?” He looked at you like you had grown a second head. He’d never been told that his scar looked cool before. When the incident happened a few years ago, the only thing he was ever met with was horrid looks and fear.

“Of course it does! It’s like you battled one of those big dragons and came back to tell the story! Or- or you're an amazing knight who battled an entire army!”

“A dragon..an army.” He wasn’t frowning anymore, and maybe it was just your imagination, but you swore you saw his lips turn upwards just slightly, thinking about the idea.

“Yeah! Even better if you saved a princess along the way!” That striked an idea to your head, and you began to climb up the tree he was curled under a few moments prior. Only making it to the middle of the tree, you started to faux cry.

“Heeeelp me Shouto!!" The dragon is going to eeeeatt me!!! I’ll become dinner to a hungry dragon!!!”

He looked at you, “There’s no dragon?”

“You have to pretend, silly.”

“Oh, okay.”

He tried his best to climb up the tree, and to your surprise, he did it alot better than you did. He grabbed your hip and pulled you out of the tree, placing you back on your feet.

“You saved me! You are a true heeeero, knight Shouto! The king will surely reward you for your greatness!” with that, you attempted to flash him your best princess smile, you’ve been practicing.

He giggled at you, which nearly surprised himself. It’d been years since he genuinely smiled, let alone laughed at anything.

His laughter was cut short though, with the sound of someone calling your name, in a rather panicked fashion.

“Oh… I have to go..or my mama will be soo mad at me, Shouto.”

“That’s… okay.” He frowned. “You're going to the event, right..?”

“Mhm!” You beamed up at him.

“..What’s your family's name?”

“Uhm.. my last name?”

“Yes.”

“Ohh! It’s [L/N].”

“I see. [F/N],[L/N] is it?” He thought to himself for a moment, then looked at you.

“Yep! That is mee!” You smiled once, again this time he smiled back.”

“[Y/N]!!!” The voice that was calling you got louder this time, startling you both.

With a final wave and a “Goodbye Shouto!! I’ll see you at the ball!” you ran back in the direction you came from, or, where the voice came from? You hoped you were running in the right direction.

“..Goodbye..[Y/N].”

Now he was left by himself again.

Shouto had his own fears and insecurities, all bundled up inside his broken heart and he didn’t have the strength to piece them back together alone. The people alongside him didn’t do much to help, not even his own prestigious family, the ones who were always supposed to be incharge and handle the country with diamond crowns on their heads.

He knew that the same neglectful family would come looking for him soon after they found out he wasn’t isolated in his room like they had thought he had been doing.

And he didn’t think that the one who would even try to piece his heart back together would be a girl 4 years younger than him. That she would make him happy.

Shouto Todoroki was happy with you, and you alone. Even if it was just for a moment, he remembered it well, and he would for the rest of his life.

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shotorozu · 1 year

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pretend boyfriend

(i use guardian because idk there was this one time i used “mom” in a though unrelated n old draft and i showed it to someone and they replied with “i don’t have a mom” 😧)

note(s): also this totally wasn’t inspired by something that happened to me some time ago 😭 and this upload is late so IGNORE that it’s no longer february (actually, for 10 days now) and focus on how i’m early for white day— basically a day in japan in which guys give chocolate to their crush or partner instead of girls giving chocolates to guys (which happens on valentines day) white day is on march 14 btw

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you realize your sad plan for your single, partner-less white day— an extension of valentines day, backfired on you when your guardian asks you about a boyfriend upon your usual visit from school.

“what?” you question, sounding unbelieving of the question, like it was a collection of meaningless words. “i don’t have a boyfriend—”

“the chocolates say otherwise,” they point out, interested in the heart shaped box of sweets. “can i see a picture? i need to know if they’re good for you!”

what an… interesting way to determine who’s good for you. “there’s no boy— no one, trust me.” you insist, sounding a little more panicked than you would’ve liked— and this only fueled her suspicion.

“there has to be someone, you’re beautiful!” they insist. you would’ve felt complimented if it weren’t for the context of it all, and also the fact that they’re just talking about physicality “really, who gave it to you?”

you’re hesitant to say that you actually bought them yourself, not just to replicate the experience of having a significant other, (now that you’ve realized how hard you’ve been pining over someone incredibly unattainable)

but also because you couldn’t resist the contents of the box.

sure, you were given other pieces of chocolate and sweets from your classmates even some of the girls! (which wasn’t common to see on white day of all days) and a suspiciously expensive looking cupcake box landed on your table too.

(you didn’t eat it, you just couldn’t accept the fact that it wasn’t actually decor, until you went to eat lunch and smelled the thing.)

but those chocolates were obviously obligatory, considering the context of white day. besides, the box you bought was different— it had all your favorite flavors and it was from your favorite sweets brand. you just couldn’t help but tear a small portion of your allowance out of your wallet for this treat alone.

you don’t know what your guardian would say— they’d either insist that you’re lying, or they’d make fun of you, and none of these options sound appealing.

you deflate, not having a good defense. “… a friend.”

they don’t seem convinced. nobody used a friend to refer to their actual friend. you mentally beat yourself over this simple mistake.

this only proves their point, “hmm, okay..”

there’s a beat of silence.

“i’m still expecting a picture.”

your heart rate picks up, and you can feel your veins be filled with anxiety.

and now you’re returning to the dorms, absolutely mortified— and it clearly shows on your face based on how your best friend, todoroki shouto, approaches you at the front door with a concerned look.

“you look.. distressed.” he notes out loud, as he opens the door.

shouto’s quick to help you get your shoes off, letting you lean on him as you undo your shoelaces. he pulls off each shoe afterwards— the action so casual.

“it’s because i am, shouto!” you exclaimed, following him in. “i did something stupid and now i’m paying the consequences of my actions!”

shouto’s two toned brows furrow, there’s a deep look settled on his pretty face— and he draws all his focus on you. “whatever it is, we can fix it.”

“i’m sure but, my ego! my dignity!” you groan, and your hands cover your face as if it’ll burrow you away from the embarrassment and transport you to a place of peace.

“i won’t laugh,” he says, an indirect way of saying that he won’t absolutely clown you for any of your decision making skills.

shouto then holds his pinkie up, waiting for you to take it. it’s a clear show that he’s intent. “promise.”

“sure,” you say as you link pinkies, the warmth of his pinkie making embarrassment creep up your neck instantly. “i trust you.”

you breathe in as preparation. “i bought chocolates for myself and my guardian thinks i have a boyfriend and is asking for a picture, so now i’m screwed because i don’t have a boyfriend in the first place, and i’ve told them that i don’t but they just don’t believe me, so i might have to get a fake boyfriend for a picture!”

all of it just spilled out at once. you aren’t even sure if shouto understood, let alone was able to comprehend all of it due to the lack of reaction.

but when you carefully examine— you realize that a reaction slowly shows on his face, like it just dawned on him the information you’ve dumped.

“fake boyfriend.” he echoes, “for a picture.”

“yes!” you groan, mortified of the other possible solution of the matter being slapped in your face again, “and they need to be tall, handsome, and apparently someone that looks rich— don’t know how a picture can prove that, we don’t even have jobs.”

“anyway, they’ll just criticize me for my choice in people.” you sigh, “i’m lost.”

he folds his arms together, and he unintentionally flexes. your eyes follow the movement for a short second before you realize that you cannot be caught gawking at someone you’ve met when you were both five. “it appears you are quite in a situation.”

“yeah..”

“if only there was someone available to help.”

“yeah—”

“someone close to you.”

“i figured— it’d be awkward to ask someone who i’m not really close with to be my fake…” you trail off, brows furrowing when you realize there might be some insinuation in his words. you can’t tell what he is necessarily eluding to— but,

you take a good look at shouto— an very good look. you size him up, and he allows this as he is basically standing politely. there’s a fixed look of stillness in every aspect of his expression, and he’s calm when he speaks,

“i could play the role.” he suggests like he doesn’t understand the weight of his words, or he doesn’t care that much about it.

you can feel your heart in your throat all of a sudden, and the beat of it is becoming painfully loud.

“shouto,” you somehow manage to get out, “they know who you are.”

your deep rooted history together as close friends would be seen as a plus point, if it weren’t for the fact that you’ve refrained from showing (let alone hinting) any sign of your feelings for him. shouto did the same, except you are absolutely sure he doesn’t want anything more than platonic with you— as he has displayed no such signs.

the sudden shift of events would raise more questions instead of just solving one.

besides, who doesn’t know him nowadays? he’s tall, good looking, strapped with money and a multipurpose and hella useful quirk. heck— his appearance during the sports festival was a huge thing and has definitely made a positive mark on his reputation.

additionally, it was hard for your guardian to miss someone with an alluring presence like shouto’s, and a head full of naturally snow-like, and flaming red hair.

you think carefully before coming up with something easy. “what if i just asked one of the girls to wear an oversized hoodie; and stand on a stool? i’d crop out their face, of course. kyouka or yaomomo could—”

before you were allowed to finish your thought, shouto continued to press on his idea. “i’d be the most preferable, since the backstory makes the most sense.”

you pause. you’ve never thought of an actual backstory for you too, and you couldn’t quite indulge in the self blame— you didn’t think he’d agree at all.

“childhood friends turned best friends, and with a bond that drew us together.” his gaze fleets somewhere below your eyes, and then he draws them back up— a small boyish grin now blessing his face. “besides, you’d be in quite some trouble if they asked for a picture of their face.”

oh, that description sounded way too close to home, so much that you forgot. now that shouto mentioned one, that solution does seem to have its loop holes.

“touché.” the lengths he’d do for you is admirable, and your heart would’ve stuttered if it weren’t for the dull reminder from the back of your mind, of what it’s really like between the two of you.

“so uhm, what now? do you want to take the picture right later or—”

“now would be good.”

“oh uh, okay then…” shouto never wastes time, even when it came to unimportant stuff it seems, and he watches as you shift around to find your phone.

getting your phone is something that never takes any time, but with everything being taken account for, your hands are starting to feel like jelly.

after opening your camera app and switching to selfie mode, you position your phone carefully. not just like a photographer that was about to capture a rare wild animal laying still, but also similarly to how people take pictures with celebrities.

you are cautious of the angle. although you’ve almost seen every single expression that he could make— you’re worried how you could make everything look good, make him look phenomenal. (although it seems impossible to make him look anything but)

you end up snapping a photo that’s majorly of him, and the only show of you being in the same frame was the very top of your head shoved to the corner of the screen.

the two of you stare at the photo, exchanging glances. you might think that this is enough, considering that this photo of shouto is nowhere on the internet. so— plus one for authenticity, sorta.

he’s not your real boyfriend, but your guardian won’t know that from looking at the picture.

“let’s do a retake.”

you nearly stumble, like his words were a gust of strong wind. “huh?”

“this photo.. doesn’t seem authentic. i wouldn’t know what it’d be like to be in a relationship but the couples on television look— different. don’t you think?”

you take another look at the photo. although the couples shouto is referring to are actresses and actors playing roles— he’s right for the most part. the distance between the two of you is hard to miss, nobody would be able to guess that you two were together.

not to mention, it’s more of a picture of him instead of the both of you.

“alright then,” you say in agreement. “any suggestions?”

“if i may.”

“of course you may,” you encourage.

“then…” he shifts, feet moving closer to you. “if you’ll allow me.”

shouto’s hands reach out, and you’re immediately drawn to them. although unsure about his next course of action, you don’t stop him as he pulls you close— hands with contrasting temperatures maneuvering the positions to his liking.

eventually, the two of you were positioned in a way that made you encase shouto in your arms and have you turnt slightly towards the camera.

the side of your faces are pressed against each other’s, and despite trying your best to stop it, the proximity had your heart thumping against your ribcage once again.

making sure you don’t prolong the ordeal more than you need to— you snap the picture and attempt to pick yourself up afterwards.

but shouto makes no effort in detaching himself from you, relaxing in your arms as he leans against you to view the picture. you feel yourself flustering again, and you just know that he could end you one day and be blissfully unaware of how and why.

although you just took a big risk that could possibly have your feelings found out— you were just as curious as he was to see the outcome.

and you two seemed like a couple indeed.

“thoughts?” you ask in place of allowing yourself to slowly pass away on the inside. your skin feeling increasingly hot all of a sudden, and you’re confident the boy beside you has nothing to do with it this time.

“just as i suspected.” a small smile pulls at his lips, “we look good together.”

your brain buffers, “huh?—”

and then, he’s pressing his soft lips onto your cheek— pulling back as quickly as he pressed his lips onto you.

you choke on practically nothing, and you stare at him with eyes so wide they rival saucers.

and then it started to make sense, “what— are you playing me?— you’re doing all of this for a picture i didn’t even take!”

he tilts his head, confused for a moment before letting out a disapproving noise. “i… was teasing at some point, but i would never play you. i even pinkie swore.” he said, holding the same pinkie he linked with yours earlier to prove his memory.

“so why… after all this time?”

his gaze sharpens, “why not?” he states simply, “i figured just recently that.. the feelings are mutual, and that you’re interested in the way i’m interested in you.”

he clutches you, shoving himself deeper in your embrace, “besides, there was no way i’d let you ask anyone else to be your pretend boyfriend when i’m right here.”

“it would be just for a picture though.” you note, slightly amused that todoroki shouto was jealous at the idea of having a pretend boyfriend for a picture— even if said pretend boyfriend were to be one of the girls from your class.

a specific blank expression is pinned onto his face. “still.” he replies, quite dryly.

though the expression immediately melts away as he says these next words, “now then,” gorgeous, gorgeous heterochromatic eyes meeting yours in a gaze. shouto holds it, and it seems that he’s taking advantage of his effect on you. he’s quick, not to mention— observant too.

“we should take another picture, one that’s much real.”

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𝑤𝘩𝑒𝑛 𝑖 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒 : 𝑡𝑜𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑜𝑘𝑖 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑜 𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 : 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑖

𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: In order to placate your anxious mother, you agree to return to your hometown to participate in a mating run—knowing full well that betas rarely get chased, never mind betas nearly old enough to age out of the practice. You’ve decided to treat it like a vacation, a chance to visit with your childhood friends, the mating run itself a nice relaxing hike. All in all it’s a solid plan—until alpha Todoroki Shouto, your best friend's little brother, steps in and blows it all to pieces. 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡: omegaverse, no quirks au, alpha!shouto, beta!reader, mating rituals, age gap, best friend’s little brother, older reader, afab reader, some class differences, aged up characters, semi-public sex, slight small town romance vibes, background implied dabihawks for some reason, smut, 18+; mdni! 𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑡ℎ: 5.7k | chapter 1 of 4

Then

It was a freezing day in spring the first time you set foot in the Todoroki house.

You had shared a class with Touya for years now, and in that time you’d become something of his best friend. You’d bonded early over a mutual hatred of fish and your status as the two best tree climbers on the playground—two integral friendship quality bars if ever you’d met them—and your entente had strengthened over the following months.

After enough time together Touya had even seemed to like you, seeking out your opinion, deploying you like a shield between himself and the other kids. He wanted to be paired with you for group projects constantly, as he seemed to disdain the ability of the other kids in your class.

He eventually acquiesced to two other friends—Rumi and Keigo—as Keigo was a really fast runner, and Rumi could kick a kid almost clear across a playground. But the two of you remained particularly close, and a few years in, Touya had seemed to want to check the final box of your friendship.

That was the day he’d haughtily informed you that you were coming home with him.

You’d phoned your mother from the school office to obtain permission, and then pulled your jacket on to follow Touya out into the cold, his skinny legs beating a quick path through the streets.

You’d half-expected that Touya lived in a box behind a shop, with the way he descended ravenously on his lunches (as well as yours, and Rumi’s, when he could occasionally get them—though notably not Keigo’s, something that had only retroactively made sense to you as an adult). But the house Touya steered you to was enormous—easily the biggest house you’d ever seen—a stately pile at the end of a fancy neighborhood.

You’d later learn this was because his father was the mayor, and the Todorokis were neck-deep in generational wealth. At the time you’d been mildly annoyed, because what had you let him eat part of your lunches for if he lived in a house like this?

“I’m home,” Touya had called into the echoey foyer, grand but strangely barren. He’d kicked off his coat and shoes, discarding them carelessly—perhaps purposefully—on the floor, then gestured for you to follow him into the kitchen as a warm voice called out to him. “Welcome home, Touya.”

“I brought Y/N,” he announced grandly as he prowled into the room. To you he said, “This is my mother, Rei.”

The voice you’d heard resolved itself into a woman, tall, with beautiful long white hair and a small, but unmistakably fond smile on her mouth. You startled, immediately floored by her beauty. She looked just like Touya, the same delicate prettiness to her mouth, the shape of her eyes—but even lovelier. She looked simultaneously like she belonged on the cover of a magazine, and would be embarrassed by one saying so.

She also smelled like an omega—sweet, but a little wilder than you were used to. Like spring flowers blooming on a cold day.

“Hello Y/N,” she said warmly, turning to you. You gave a shy wave back, suddenly nervous in front of her.

As she turned you finally noticed the child on her hip—a small, round, pudgy little thing with half red and half white hair, and two mismatched grey and blue eyes that pinned on you immediately. It was wearing a horrendous polkadot onesie, and you felt your eyebrows raise without your permission.

“That’s Shouto,” Touya informed you, and the pieces slotted together in your brain. Ah, so that was the face to the name.

Shouto was the little brother Touya complained about incessantly—the one that was his father’s favorite, the one that stared too much and wanted to play with all of Touya’s toys even though he was too little for them, the one Touya was saddled with babysitting constantly. He’d made Shouto out to be this sort of tiny harbinger of evil—but Shouto did not look very evil, perched there on his mother’s hip.

He blinked at you, a flutter of surprisingly long eyelashes, for a baby. You had the thought that actually he was kind of cute. Most probably not a harbinger of evil, and actually very sweet-looking, if weirdly round.

“I need to be excused from Shouto duty,” Touya said, the question posed more like a statement.

Rei shook her head, a somber little smile playing about her mouth. “I have to make dinner before Fuyumi and Natsuo get back from their playdates and your father gets home. Why don’t you take Shouto to play with you and Y/N?”

Touya rolled his eyes in the long-suffering manner of a man who’d endured it all. Shouto didn’t seem to notice, however, his mismatched gaze barely detaching from your face. You noticed Shouto’s left eye was the exact vivid blue of Touya’s, and his other eye the same silver as his mother’s.

“He’s staring like a weirdo,” Touya complained, but collected Shouto from Rei anyway. Shouto let himself be passed over as placidly as a bag of potatoes, still watching you.

“Y/N is a new face for him, he’s just curious, Touya,” Rei said, smoothing Shouto’s hair down as Touya hefted him in his arms. Shouto reached out a hand towards you, fat fingers flexing.

“What, you think I’m some taxi service who’s gonna bring you wherever you want to go?” Touya demanded. Shouto ignored him, his little chubby arm wavering.

Strangely, something compelled you to step closer, reaching out a hand in return. Shouto seized it in his pudgy little fist, staring up at you with solemn eyes. His other hand reached out to you, too, twisting in Touya’s grip, and Touya let out an annoyed scoff.

“Y/N didn’t come here to hang out with you,” he said. But Shouto ignored him, his little hand fisting in your tee shirt. He seemed to be trying to lever himself up out of Touya’s arms and into yours.

You were startled, never having held a baby before, and Shouto was kind of a big one. But Touya showed you how to hold him under his butt and across his back, and you heard the rustle of his diaper as he was handed off to you.

“Hi Shouto,” you said, watching him watch you.

His eyebrows raised, some small happiness lighting up his expression, and he gave a little kick that wiggled his whole body in your arms.

“He likes you,” Rei said over the counter top, as she settled a cutting board and a pile of vegetables across it.

You looked back at Shouto, feeling weirdly pleased. Maybe babies weren’t that bad.

Touya made an annoyed sort of grunt, stomping past you. “We’re going to play in the living room,” he announced imperiously. You glanced at Rei to make sure that was okay, then followed Touya, Shouto heavy in your arms.

By the time you arrived, Shouto had settled a hand on either of your cheeks and seemed to be trying to stare directly into your soul, and Touya patted him firmly on the back, clucking. “Stop being such a little freak.”

“He’s fine,” you said, bemused. No one had told you really little kids were this intense and weird. But Shouto’s little round face was kind of sweet, and it was hard to be annoyed at a baby staring up at you, that clearly enamored.

“Actually he’s being way nicer to me than you,” you told Touya.

Touya rolled his eyes and busied himself pulling out a horde of action figures, legos, puzzles, and games, as well as a turtle with multi-colored blocks set into it that appeared to be for Shouto.

“Oi, it’s turtle time, weirdo,” he told Shouto.

That seemed to break the baby’s singular focus on you, and he peered around, lighting up nearly the same way when he saw his blocks as he had when he’d seen you. You laughed, and helped him settle on the floor next to you, watching his clumsy, chubby grip fumble on the blocks as he carefully removed them one-by-one from the plastic turtle.

Touya set up the legos around you, an older parallel of his brother, though you thought he would kill you for saying so.

A block appeared in your lap, carefully and deliberately placed by a fat-fingered hand. You smiled down at Shouto, picking it up and gesturing grandly. “For me?”

A grey-and-blue gaze attached itself solemnly to your face, as if awaiting your judgment, and an instant fondness swept over you. Who knew babies could be this cute—when they weren’t screaming and crying and generally being small and annoying near you. Touya had massively undersold his little brother, who was the sweetest baby you’d ever encountered.

You bowed your head, clutching your gifted block close to you. “Thank you, Shouto. It’s very nice.”

Shouto stared up at you, smiling a shy little almost-smile, clearly pleased. You couldn’t help but reach up and ruffle that distinct tuft of hair, taken with him already. Yep, definitely a good little kid.

And you decided then and there that you liked Todoroki Shouto—though for now he was a child—you both were children—and he could only mean so much to you.

You wouldn’t realize how much he’d actually come to mean to you, until many, many years later.

Now

Touya’s white mess of hair was the first thing you spotted as you stumbled into the restaurant.

Outside it was unseasonably cold, an icy wind tearing through you as you’d rushed all the way from your mother’s house. The inside of the restaurant was blessedly warm, and slightly smoky from the meat and vegetables grilling away on each table top. Touya was on the far side, and you could see Rumi’s white hair beyond him, Keigo’s blonde riot of waves peeking over the top of the booth next to him.

Rumi faced the door so she spotted you first, a mouth-splitting grin overtaking her face as she waved you down.

You hurried your way over, letting out a surprised hrrk! when Rumi drew you down into a rib-crushing hug, her alpha strength barely contained. You fell into the seat at an awkward angle, your joints screaming.

“Well look what the cat dragged in! You don’t look a bit changed, you little beta cuck,” she crowed, making you choke on a laugh as you almost inhaled a mouthful of her hair.

“Rumi—!” you sputtered, half-pleased and half-scandalized that she clearly hadn’t changed in the years since you’d seen her last. She crushed you to her harder, and you could feel your eyeballs all but bulging like a rubber doll.

“If you plan to crush her to death you could at least wait until I clear the scene,” came Touya’s disaffected drawl from the other side of the table. “The last thing I need is police on my case again.”

That was so typical of him, too, after all this time.

“Good to see you too, Touya,” you said, even though you couldn’t get a look at him through Rumi’s hair. She ground her knuckles into the top of your head for good measure before releasing you, and you came up for air gratefully, watching the two men on the other side of the table grin at you.

Keigo looked exactly as you’d left him, a little bit more filled out than the skinny teen he’d been, the same wiry facial scruff growing in, those golden eyes alight with typical playfulness. Touya looked like he’d aged the most, his scars—fresher when you’d graduated—now deepened to the color of dark bruises. His features were still achingly familiar under them, however, the fine-boned prettiness of his mother shining through, his father’s blazing cerulean eyes the only nod to the other half of his parentage.

“So you really obeyed mommy dearest huh,” Touya said, pinning you with a smirk.

You rolled your eyes at him. As your closest childhood friend, he still knew all your weak spots, your mother the biggest of them. Growing up she’d been lonely and overworked, and you’d tried to care for her and please her the best you could. You still called her several times a week and sent back your wages to help pay for the house, and pay down the pile of debt your father had left her in when he’d died.

The concession of returning home for a few days to attend the annual mating run, as pointless as it was going to be, was the least you could do for her.

“You know as well as I do that no one is going to run down a beta,” you said, settling yourself in next to Rumi and shedding your coat and hat. “Especially not now that I’m well past newly-presented. It’ll be like a vacation.”

“You never know,” Keigo said, raising his fluffy eyebrows at you, his grin wicked. You flung the pile of your things across the table at him, but he intercepted easily, all alpha reflex. He stuffed your jacket down next to him, laughing at you.

“I do know,” you said emphatically. “And I’m not fussed about it. I don’t know who she thinks is going to pay her bills if I’m off getting dicked down by some knothead idiot.”

Touya made a dismissive noise and you looked around the table for something to fling at him too. He’d never had to worry about money, his future shored up with the Todoroki family fortune, built over generations and then basically quadrupled by his father. Since coming out of the correctional facility for a string of petty crimes, Touya had been skating by on family generosity, and you knew he wasn’t about to stop.

“Just burn her house down like mine,” he said, an unholy grin overtaking his face as he leaned forward. There was a light behind his eyes like he wasn’t entirely kidding. No one had ever been able to determine if the Todoroki family fire had been an accident or not, although Touya claimed it had been.

But you’d known Touya your whole life and you had your suspicions. Touya had hated his father for nearly all of your living memory—and the Todoroki men had an almost disturbing single-mindedness about them. You had long wondered if Touya’s fixation on his break with Enji had ever played into the fire that ravaged their house during your middle school years.

The one exception to the Todoroki single-mindedness was sweet little Shouto, who you’d last seen at your high school graduation. He was several years younger than you and had still been round-faced and chubby-cheeked then, all wide solemn eyes and pouty little mouth, just like when he was a baby.

You hadn’t seen him since, but couldn’t imagine Shouto turning out anything like Touya.

“I’ll take that under advisement,” you said to Touya, not liking how his grin widened.

Purportedly he’d come out of the correctional facility for good behavior, his record squeaky clean.

Purportedly.

“So why even agree to the run?” Rumi asked. “If you’re not looking to actually take anyone home?”

You helped yourself to the water that had been laid out before answering. “It’s just easier to appease my mother. She gets what she wants—some indication I’m open to my life mate-–and I get what I want, which is to be able to use this as an excuse next year.”

“Aww you won’t come back to see little old us?” Keigo asked. His tone was wheedling but his eyes tracked your expression carefully, always observing.

You smiled at him. You did miss your old friends, and you liked how easy it felt to sink right back into them after so many years away. You wanted to see them outside of the confines of a group chat or the rare facetime.

And you missed a lot about the town you’d grown up in. You liked the tiny storefronts of the downtown shops and the easy access to the coast and miles of hiking trails. You’d had a dream of opening up a little bookstore in one of the lovely brick buildings downtown when you were younger—but that was back before the staggering number of dollar signs on your mother’s bills had made themselves known to you and the romance of your daydream had begun to seem more like foolishness.

The bigger cities offered the bigger jobs, the bigger wages to send home. Even if it meant you could only see your friends every few years and mostly kept in touch via group chat.

“How about you guys come to me?” you asked. “There’s a chicken place I think Keigo will want to make the trip for.”

Keigo’s grin widened and he leaned in, interested. “Say no more,” he drawled.

On the table top, Touya’s phone vibrated. He peered at it, dismissing the notification with a swipe. “Rei wants to see you,” he reported, the usual blend of disrespect and unwilling fondness for his own mother layered in his voice. “She says you should come by the house.”

You smiled, pleased to be remembered. “I’d love that. Who’s living there now?”

Touya stretched, his back brushing the booth. “I do. And she does. Enji visits sometimes—” his tone was pointedly colorless “—and Fuyumi and Natsuo come by a couple times a week. Shouto is there almost daily for dinner when he’s not on shift, because his own cooking is absolute shit.”

You blinked, struggling to reconcile the idea of sweet-faced little Shouto with an adult who lived on his own now. “On shift?” you asked.

“He’s a fireman,” Touya rolled his eyes. “Little fucking do gooder. Ever since the house fire he’s wanted to.”

Your eyelashes fluttered again, your brain floating with the images of skinny, round-faced Shouto struggling to haul people out of a burning building. You struggled not to voice this disbelief.

“Wow, good for him,” you said.

“Not for me,” Touya complained. “Ever since he’s presented he’s been eating us out of house and home. Can’t find a fucking thing in the cabinets after he’s been through—”

And that shocked you, too, the idea that Shouto was already grown enough to have presented.

Objectively you knew he had to be into his early twenties at this point, but hearing the changes life had wrought on him was almost too much to contemplate. You wondered what he had presented as, and whether he’d be subject to the run this week as well. You’d always sort of suspected he’d be an omega, with that wide-eyed, beautiful face—almost a carbon copy of his mother’s, the same delicate prettiness in it as Touya.

And he’d been so sweet, too. When you’d been much, much younger—before Touya had become too cool and too emo for it—you remembered playing house together, remembered how often you’d dragged Shouto in to play the part of your son. He’d always sat there, a chubby-faced toddler, smashing blocks together and staring up at you with big eyes as you and Touya made plastic food and Touya unrolled a days-old newspaper collected from his father, bossing you around from his armchair.

Even when Shouto had gotten older and started to get as fresh with Touya as Touya was with him, he’d always been nice to you, always watched you with those same wide, mismatched eyes.

Yeah. He was most probably an omega.

“Well I’d love to see Rei, and Natsuo and Fuyumi and Shouto,” you said.

Touya stretched in the booth, not minding Keigo and thumping him right across the chest. Keigo squawked in annoyance.

“I’ll tell Rei you’re coming for dinner,” Touya said.

You smiled, pleased. You knew what a huge deal it was for both Touya and Rei to be in the same house again—both in recovery, both sharing the same space again.

When you’d left, Rei had been hospitalized and Touya had already been knee deep in petty crimes and utterly disinterested in any sort of overtures of help. For them to both be together again, getting regular help, with Enji out of the house and a rotating string of their family members checking in on them—you were happy to see them healing.

The buoyant feeling lasted all the way through lunch and too many drinks, until Touya shepherded you out of the restaurant, blazing a familiar path towards his family home. You followed, gratified when you saw that the Todoroki house was just as you remembered it, even the rebuilt pieces nostalgic.

Its grandness had been a shock to you as a child—not only in comparison to the tiny, squashed little two bed you’d grown up in—but that Touya had grown up there, in so vast and elegant a space. Touya who you dug in the dirt with. Touya who picked bugs out of the mud and put them on you. Touya who turned his nose up at dolls and ate things right out of your lunch box without asking, like he was a starving child without any access to food.

The house said otherwise.

Touya treated the Todoroki mansion with the same pointed lack of care he had as a teenager, kicking in the door as he led you inside, throwing his things in a pile in the entry. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, fondly nostalgic over his shithead behavior.

“You missed a spot—I think there’s a bare patch of floor over there,” you said.

Touya gave you a narrow-eyed gaze over his shoulder as he uttered a string of objects you might suck.

You raised your eyebrows at him, smiling and unbothered. He’d always said it was your beta nature that left you unfussed with his various attitudes, taking everything in stride. You didn’t know if that was true—you’d always sort of suspected it was the strange, inherent connection you felt to him, and to the Todoroki family at large that kept you fond of him, even as he descended into teenage fury.

You didn’t know what it was, as you’d not ever felt it with your other friends’ families who you’d spent nearly as much time with. But if it netted you a lifelong friend, you weren’t about to question it.

Rei was in the kitchen like she had been that first day Touya brought you home, an enormous expanse of marble counter and vaulted ceiling that made her look unfathomably small. Her snow white hair had been cropped short into a page boy cut and made her look younger than her years, especially when she glanced up at you with the very same smile she had when you were a child.

“Welcome back, Y/N,” she said. You bowed respectfully, Touya scoffing and grabbing the back of the collar to haul you up.

“She’s not the fucking prime minister,” he grunted.

“And you’re not the boss of me,” you sniped, the drinks you’d both shared at lunch making you a little looser tongued in front of Rei than you’d have liked.

“Shouto will be by in just a few minutes as well, and he’ll be so happy to see you,” Rei said, smiling gently.

“Shouto lives on his own?” you asked, curious. Aside from picturing him as the skinny preteen you’d last seen him as, you also had trouble imagining kind, sweet little Shouto leaving his mother on her own—and with Touya definitely counted as on her own, for all the help he was. Shouto seemed devoted, familial.

“He’s wanted his own space since he presented,” Rei said lightly, clearly unbothered.

It was rare for omegas to peel off from their family units before finding a mate, and the strangeness of striking out on his own struck you even further. Maybe he wanted a nest to bring someone back to, after finding the right person?

You wondered if he was going to be participating in this year’s mating run, and made a mental note to try and find out if he wanted help avoiding any undesirable alphas. If he was an omega, your beta scent would help disguise some of his tracks, you’d just have to follow in his footsteps far enough away from the main track that a ranging alpha wouldn’t accidentally stumble upon it.

That thought was cut short, however, by the sound of the door creaking open in the foyer you’d just come in from. There was the sound of rustling fabric, like someone shedding their coat, and then footsteps padded through the hall. A hint of a scent met your nose, slightly sweet and smoky, with an undercurrent of something fresh—like a campfire burning on a cold, clear day. Your brow furrowed, the frostiness an almost-familiar dimension, like Rei's cold widlflower scent. Who was—?

Then a tall, unfamiliar alpha poked his head through the door, fluffy red and white strands of hair tangling across his forehead. He was an arresting sight—easily the most beautiful person you had ever seen, every single one of his features so perfectly and evenly placed, like he'd been put together deliberately. He looked startlingly like Rei, if Rei were a man, except for the fiery blue of his left eye, the shock of scarlet hair above it.

You stared at this new interloper, confused, until you were seized with a sudden memory of that scar, that same mop of hair bent over a turtle-shaped block puzzle.

No. No fucking way.

Rei smiled, opening her arms, and you gaped after him as Todoroki Shouto prowled across the kitchen to her, enveloping her in a hug. Where Touya was taller than his mother, his baby brother almost dwarfed her, easily clearing six feet, his shoulders broad and his frame packed with dense muscle. He'd always had the same elegant, sweetly beautiful set to his features that his mother and Touya did, but there was something sharper about them now, a slightly more alpha edge to him.

An enormous bicep shifted against the sleeve of his t-shirt as Shouto held Rei, and suddenly it was very clear how Shouto had managed to become a firefighter.

Something pinched your arm, hard, and you whipped around to stare at Touya accusingly. “Ouch!”

He smirked. “Don’t fucking stare like he does.”

You scowled at him, and opened your mouth to say something unsavory, until two mismatched eyes turned on you, pinning you in place.

“Y/N,” Shouto said. His voice was deep as midnight—so much lower than you had remembered—careful and smooth. The sound of it slithered up your spine like a shiver.

“Shouto?” you answered, stepping closer. “You’re Shouto? Are you sure?”

Shouto released his mother, only the tiniest corner of his mouth twitching. And that was confirmation enough. Shouto had always been a little serious, watching you carefully and intently. He was most like his mother that way—withdrawn, a little bit solemn.

“As far as I am aware,” he said. His tone was flat but you heard the tease in it, regardless. And that was so like him too, couching his inner little shit under the most serious tone, under those earnest heterochromatic eyes.

“Wish he wasn’t,” Touya muttered.

“Oh my god, Shouto. You’ve grown up so much,” you said, a strange thrill zinging up your spine as he stepped closer. That scent like campfire on a cold day washed over you, making you a little dizzy.

Shouto’s eyes got a little bit round at the edges, and something pulled at the corner of his mouth again, an expression you didn’t recognize. His tone was soft as he observed, “You are exactly the same as I remember.”

You could tell he meant it kindly, so you chose not to be offended with his obvious tact. You were well aware you were not a fresh-faced high school graduate anymore.

“I’m definitely older than you remember,” you said, resisting the urge to poke him in the chest. Your hand felt magnetized toward it for some reason. “Don’t be surprised if you hear my bones creaking all the way from the preserve during the run.”

Something sudden and strange passed over Shouto’s face, those mismatched eyes narrowing in on you.

“You’re running,” he said, his tone suddenly flat. “This year.”

“Yeah I’m back in town for it,” you said, ignoring Touya’s scoff at your side. “Gotta appease my mother. She doesn’t get that betas aren’t the target crowd for this, nevermind ancient ones. That, and I plan to disappear up a tree if someone so much as sniffs in my direction.”

“Up a tree,” Shouto repeated, sounding contemplative.

You wondered if he was internalizing how weird you were. He probably wouldn’t have remembered you being weird, considering how younger kids never thought to question their older peers. Maybe he’d even thought you cool when you were growing up together—you’d quickly disabuse him of that notion.

You nodded. “I’ve only been followed by alphas twice and both times I lost them up that big willow overlooking the bay, if you take the seaside path out two miles?”

Shouto’s eyes tracked you closely, like he was committing every word to memory. “I know it.”

You smiled. “The sea breeze is just enough to hide a beta’s scent, once you’re out of sight up there. I hope the city life hasn’t gotten me too out of shape to get up the trunk. Though to be frank I’m not too worried about it this year. Are you running?”

“Yes,” Shouto said, so quickly that it looked like he’d startled himself.

Touya’s head whipped around to stare at him, and Rei’s eyelashes fluttered momentarily, a weird stillness overcoming her—until a sort of look of understanding came over her features. You thought you caught a hint of a smile as she ducked her head to return to her dinner preparations.

“Thought you said you weren’t interested,” Touya said, his tone accusing. “You’ve never run before.”

Shouto looked deeply unfussed by his older brother’s sudden consternation. “Perhaps I have changed my mind.”

“The hell you did,” Touya said snottily. “You said you knew you wouldn’t find your life mate there.”

“Perhaps that has changed too,” Shouto said, his tone so dry that you could tell he was purposefully needling Touya. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. Brothers.

Touya’s scoff overlaid the thump of Rei’s knife as she returned to chopping, and you realized how rude it looked for the three of you to be standing there arguing while she was working.

You hurriedly stepped around Touya and Shouto, peering over Rei’s shoulder. For some reason you were hyperaware of Shouto as you passed him, a thought you shoved right back out of your mind as you approached Rei. “Is there anything I can help with? I feel like I have years of free dinners to pay you back for.”

“I am almost done, but thank you, Y/N,” Rei said, as Touya said something in a haughty tone of voice, and Shouto’s low baritone answered. Rei’s mouth quirked softly at this—and you realized it was the same way Shouto smiled, small and private.

“—Not bringing home some weird fucking omega,” Touya was saying when you turned back to the boys. You startled when you realized Shouto had shifted to face you instead of his brother, and his body language looked like he was mostly ignoring him.

You channeled your sudden laugh into a fake cough. Touya eyed you sourly, long used to your tricks.

“Well if you want any help on the run, let me know,” you told Shouto, cutting into their argument with the practice of a beta used to diffusing things, especially between Touya and others. Shouto’s mouth twitched again like he knew what you were doing, and you watched his eyes pick over you speculatively.

You marveled at how far back you had to tilt your head if you wanted to look him directly in the eye now. He was so big, and so unexpectedly handsome—he really had grown up well. Some omega was going to be very, very pleased at the end of this week, provided he really did go after someone.

“If it’s your first you probably won’t know all the best hiding spots,” you told him.

Not that they were really hiding spots, considering most omegas wanted to be found. And there was no one on this earth who wouldn’t want to be found by an alpha who looked like Shouto did now. But he’d probably want to make sure he got to his intended first, before any other alpha found them.

Shouto nodded, leaning forward conspiratorially. “I will take you up on that,” his tone was low, intimate.

You smiled up at him, though something weird twinged in your chest. “Lunch sometime this week then? I’ll walk you through everything.”

Touya made a noise of disgust, and you shushed him. Shouto’s smile pulled into a quarter-moon sliver, sweet and beautiful. “I would like that.”

A strange little thrill zinged down your spine. You very pointedly did not think about it, instead shooting Shouto a thumbs up. And then, seized by a sudden need to get away, you marched forward to grab Touya by his collar, dragging him out into the dining room.

“Do you have to make your mother do everything? Let’s set the table,” you ordered him, shoving him at the cabinets. Touya swore at you, trying to twist his lanky body out of your hands, spitting like a wet cat.

But your mind was already elsewhere, occupied by this strange new turn of events. It really had been a long time away from your hometown, and much more had changed than you realized. You’d missed seeing Touya start to recover his life, you’d missed Rei returning to herself, you’d missed Shouto growing up into a man—and an alpha. You were suddenly overcome by the feeling that you did not want to miss any more, did not want to leave again—though of course that was foolishness.

The run was less than a week away, and you had train tickets back into the city just after.

And you had your mom to provide for, much as she wanted you to settle down with the first rando who got handsy with you in the woods. An alpha would have to bring more than an interest in you to your coupling in order to win you—and that was not going to happen, especially not to a beta, and especially not to you.

You laid the dishes out, resolving yourself. You’d enjoy this week, but never lose sight of the fact that you’d still have to leave at the end of it.

After all, it wasn’t like some miraculous twist of fate was lurking just around the corner of the Todoroki kitchen, ready to change your life.

#todoroki shouto x reader #todoroki x reader #shouto x reader #shouto x you #shouto todoroki x reader #todoroki x you #todoroki x y/n #shouto x y/n #todoroki shouto imagine #bnha x reader #andie's writing #character: todoroki shouto

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cashmoneyyysstuff · 20 days

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I think you write for shoto but if not you could also do this w Bakugo

How do you think they would treat reader after a surgery? Say they tore their ACL or a tendon and they have to have a surgery on it. How would they react finding out and helping you after the operation

Tysm!!

hi ! i do write for shoto, so this is for you ! i'm still not sure if i write him correctly and he might be a lil ooc, but i hope you enjoy !

i think he'd be stressed out if he found out you were getting surgery but in his own way.

like he doesn't look like he's about to break down, but he's spacey and lost and he forgets what he's doing randomly

he wants to text you really badly, but he knows since you're in surgery he can't, but he does text you before you go in

"good luck, i'm sure everything will be okay :)"

(he was debating adding that awkward lil smiley face cus he wasn't sure if it was the right thing to say lolol)

afterwards he's super relieved to see you okay and he really wants to touch you but he's scared he'll hurt you lmfaoo

he refuses to even touch your upper body too

"shoto it's just my tendon you can still touch me i'm fine" "i know my love..but i'd rather not risk it"

he doesn't touch you much early after your surgery,most he’ll do is hold your hand, but he's also constantly hovering around reeeeaaally close to see if you need anything

you make a miniscule noise and he's like :

"are you alright ?" "does it hurt ?" "do you need some water ?"

after he gets comfortable again, he genuinely has no issue carrying you around bridal style to get you anywhere bro does NOT gaf LMFAOO

"sho you can put me down i'm okay !!" "it's best to stay safe."

of course he does it for your well being....buuuuttt, maybe he just wants to hold you and see you all flustered about it..just a liiiil bit

(shithead todo is my favorite hc m'sorry)

his ass damn near starts doing everything for you

he wants to do your homework, wants to help you walk, even wants to help you eat atp

"here yn, i blew on it too, so it's good for you." "shoto..."

it might seem like he's babying you a bit, and if you tell him he is he'll apologize n slow his roll a lil bit, but all he really wants is to take care of you :((

won't you let him ? <3

#shoto fluff #shoto x you #todoroki shoto x reader #shoto x y/n #shoto x reader #todoroki shouto x reader #shouto x reader #todoroki x reader #todoroki x you #shouto x y/n #shouto x you #shoto drabble #shouto drabble #eeeee i hope you liked this anon !#another shoto piece :O

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tired-teacher-blog · 1 year

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hi lovely, if you don’t have too much on your plate i’ve had an idea for a scenario

shouto or aizawa with a so who has adhd. so trying to cook for him but he walks in the kitchen to see ingredients everywhere and so doing something else (maybe even a stove/oven left on- i have a bad habit of doing that) loving your work :)

Oh baby this one hit close to home 😄 I hope you enjoy my input *kisses*

Title : Chaotic attempt

Characters : Shouto/ Gender neutral reader

Genre : Fluff/ angst/ Drabble

Trigger Warning : Some adhd symptoms mentioned, including (carelessness, poor organisational skills, inability to focus, forgetfulness)

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It was a rare day off, one you decided to spend doing something special for your boyfriend, perhaps preparing a delicious treat for the both of you to enjoy in the evening while watching a movie.

You were confused as to where to start and how to get it done, and it's not that you had never cooked in your life before, it's just that everytime you do –and no matter how simple the recipe is– you always end up making a huge mess in the kitchen, to the point of injuring yourself at times.

But you had enough confidence for once to try and get it right.

_ "Okay, I'll just stay focused and follow the recipe." you were so hyped, watching and rewatching the chef's video just to make sure you wouldn't forget any ingredients he mentioned.

Your once clean kitchen turned messier each time you touched something new, but that didn't seem to bother you one bit, you were solely focused on following the instructions to the letter, excited to prepare your boyfriend's tasty treat and watch his reaction as you finally present it to him..

_ "Y/n, are you home babe?" Shouto kicked off his shoes and dragged his feet searching for you around the apartment.

_ "I'm right here sweetie!" you called out for him and he followed your voice to the kitchen, only to stop dead in his tracks with surprise.

It was as if a tornado had hit the entire place; egg shells on the floor, butter smearing the counter, melted chocolate everywhere, and then there you were, a big smile adorning your face while you took pictures of the beautiful looking cake placed on the kitchen table.

_ "Y/n, what happened here?" he mumbled, looking around the mess you'd made, and for a moment failing to notice the little surprise you worked so hard to make for him.

_ "Shouto! You're here on time! Look what I've made!" your excitement prevented you from noticing his uncomfortable expressions, but his lack of response did it.

Your smile disappeared and a confused look took its place, "Shouto, what's wrong?" you moved slowly towards him, searching for an answer that didn't come, he wasn't even looking at you at that point, he was studying the mess around you two instead.

You turned your head to where he was focused and finally understood, "oh, I'm really sorry for all this mess, I'll clean up quickly so just.. please, just.. give me a few minutes.." you choked out as you immediately started wiping the counter and throwing away the litter.

You were embarrassed, once again you managed to act immaturely in front of him and the realization brought tears to your eyes.

_ "Y/n, honey look at me," he approached you from behind, placing a hesitant hand on your shoulder, and giving you time to respond.

_ "Yes just a second, let me take care of this first," you feigned nonchalance as you struggled to fight your tears back, and it was at that moment the beautifully decorated handmade cake caught his attention, and it finally dawned on him.. all this mess he was shocked to see was due to the effort you put into that treat, but instead of gratitude he showed concern for your kitchen's state.

_ "Y/n, please turn around and talk to me." he moved you gently so you were facing him, though your head hung low in shame.

He was quiet at first, searching his brain for the right words to say, and wiping your burning tears away.

_ "I'm sorry Shouto, I didn't mean to cause this much chaos, I wanted to do something nice for you but ended up ruining it," you beat him to it, speaking your mind before he could get a word out, and he hated himself for it.

He hated that he was too slow to realize the whole situation, he hated that he made you misunderstand his reaction, and he mostly hated that he made you apologize.

He pulled you closer and squeezed you between his arms, kissing the top of your head as he found his voice at last, "you did nothing wrong sweetheart so please don't apologize because I'm the one who should," he took a deep breath before continuing, "I'm sorry for making you feel bad after what you did for me, I was never mad at you I was actually worried, I thought something bad had happened to you while I was away and I simply freaked out."

His hold tightened around you, and his words washed away your anxieties.

You smiled against his chest and said nothing, but he could feel your body relaxing in his arms and that was all he needed to finally heave a sigh of relief, "can you please forgive my foolishness?" he sounded desperate and you wanted to reassure him.

_ "There is nothing to forgive sweetie," you pushed yourself up and cradled his clenched jaw, smoothing the tight muscles under your fingertips, "that's okay, it was only a misunderstanding."

_ "I know but, I made you feel bad." he placed his hands on yours, bringing them to his lips and kissing each and every delicate finger.

You got so lost watching him; eyes gently closed and warm breath fanning over your skin as his kisses moved from one pad to the other, whispering his regrets repeatedly.

_ "I love you Shouto," you had to stop his endless apologies because it was painful watching him on the brink of tears, "I'm really not mad, I am sad though seeing you this way so please show me your smile so we could finally eat this stupid cake."

Your little joke did it, causing a hearty chuckle to leave his throat as his expressions finally softened.

_ "I love you more y/n," he leaned in, placing a gentle peck on your lips and another on your cheek, "let's see what you've made."

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pinky-glitz · 1 year

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ᴀꜱꜱʜᴏʟᴇ | ᴛ.ꜱʜᴏᴜᴛᴏ

No guys hear me out.

Mean!Shouto 👁👁

I’m talking toxic Shouto, the Shouto who didn’t give a rats ass about anyone, the Shouto who’d give you the bare minimum just because you begged for it.

The mean!Shouto who’d look down at you condescendingly and command, “Suck.” While you try to bob your head on his c*ck without using any hands because he ordered you to. “And do it right this time or else.”

Mean!Shouto who’d throw harsh comments your way, saying stuff like,

“Such a dumb girl, can’t do anything right. Do you need me to do everything for you.”

“So needy and whiny, you’re so annoying.”

“You irritate me, when would you understand that your life isn’t that important to me.”

Mean!Shouto who has girls flocking to his side and always has you on edge because he’s unpredictable, but he’s still an a*sshole to other people and you’re the only one that made it this close to him to be this intimate, so it definitely counts for something right? Right!?

Mean!Shouto who warns you your place is not permanent and if you can’t handle the fire he’d find someone else who would. He has you pleading, begging, trying to match up his unattainable standards so he won’t leave you for the many people in line who’d be more than ecstatic to have him treat them for less.

Mean!Shouto is a major a*sshole girls hate to love and guys love to hate. He looks down on everyone because he knows he’s stronger than most and he only keeps you around for God knows what.

Mean!Shouto who rails you like you’ve committed a crime, it’s like you’re just a c*cksleeve to him whenever he lays his hands on you. Burying your face in the sheets whilst he plunges into you with your hair pulled by him, moans spewing out of you as he grunts in your ear, reducing you to a whiny mess with that same mean look in his eyes and you could never understand why you kept coming back for more.

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confused-red-head · 10 months

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These Curses We Bear

Chapter 1 - If these Walls Could Talk

Pro-Hero!Shouto Todoroki x Psychic Medium Detective!Reader

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WARNING: dark themes, death, minor character death, descriptions of dead bodies(no excessive gore), paranormal activities, blood, violence, cursing, angst, angst WITH COMFORT(moreso in later chapters), mentions of trauma, mentions of illness, fem!reader, READER TALKS TO GHOSTS, ghost child in chapter 1, children in general, Reader being a dork, home break-in, slowish burn, pro hero au, aged up characters, strangers to friends to lovers, etc.

"Sorry, but I'm not an exorcist."

If you had one yen for every time you've said this exact phrase, you certainly wouldn't have found yourself with a weeping man begging on his knees in the middle of an ice cream shop.

But beggars can't be choosers.

"Please! So many people have gotten sick and we have no idea why! We've had the place inspected from top to bottom and they haven't found anything! We had to throw out all of our previous batches of ice cream! This is costing us so much and at this rate we will have to shut down! I didn't know what else to do!", the shop owner pleads, his hands clasped together with a tear-streaked face.

With a sigh, you pinched the bridge of your nose. It was already late by the time you received the call from the shop owner, Mr. Masuda. The conversation over the phone was frantic and garbled, enough so that you had rushed out of my apartment in your pajamas and gray peacoat. Rookie mistake. Seeing how you had nothing to lose, you may as well try.

"Fine. Alright. I'll try, but there's no promise that if there is a spirit or that it will want to talk. On top of that, I can't promise I'll be able to get them to cease activity. If that's the case, I do have the contacts of some people who may be able to help you."

"Oh thank you! Thank you! You are a lifesaver!"

Mr. Masuda bowed even lower as you sidestepped around him. You took in the shop's atmosphere. The place was brightly colored, various walls painted pastel blue, pink, and yellow. The tables and seats were covered in similarly-colored patterns; while the walls were decked out with signs, photos, art, and flourishing plastic plants. You thought it would have been a nice place to wind down after a day of running errands. Unfortunately for you, today was not that day.

"Now, where did you say the activity occurred most?"

Mr. Masuda rose from his bow and clambered to stand on his own two feet.

"The ice cream display! We've had customers feel nauseous or even faint due to a sudden difficulty in breathing."

You hummed in response and wandered over to the casing, your eyes flickered to and fro; searching for even a single speck of dust out of place. You quickly slip on a rubber glove from your bag, swipe a finger over the surface of the casing, and rub two fingers together, searching for any unusual substances.

Nothing. No grainy or oily texture from a foreign substance. Still, that doesn't rule out foul play from a neighboring business, competitor, or even just a particularly upset customer.

Some people are real fucking crazy…

"You clean and wipe down every surface at the end of the day, right?"

You strip off the glove, shoving it into your pajama pants pocket to dispose of later.

"Of course! I wouldn't dare leave the place filthy!", Mr. Masuda was obviously offended by your speculation.

"Alright! Okay! I'm just making sure. You'd be surprised with what some businesses cut corners on…", you crouched down to inspect the ground around and underneath the display case as you continued to ask questions.

"Do you know anyone who could possibly hold a grudge against you or profit from the shop closing?"

"Wh-what?! No! At least not that I know of. It's not like we are in a prime location and I haven't had any encounters that I can think of that would cause such a response.", Mr. Masuda wrung out hands at the thought of someone wanting to hurt him and his business. "Do you think someone may have cursed me?!"

You hummed in thought.

"Hmm perhaps… if it really is a spirit that is.", you rose from your place on the floor and turned to face the frantic shop owner, "You said an employee saw a ghostly form when she was locking up earlier tonight?"

"Yes! Miss Kimura! She's a very hard working girl and very kind too! She does well with the children who come in! It broke my heart hearing how terrified she was over the phone after she saw it."

"Did she describe it to you? Have you perhaps seen a similar figure yourself?"

"I haven't seen anything like she described, but she said she saw a pale white figure, small like a child. She said it looked like it was looking into the display case, standing where the incidents keep happening."

You dug your hand into your messenger bag, one you bring to on-site investigations, and pulled out a UV flashlight.

"Mind hitting the lights for me?"

"O-oh! Of course!", Mr. Masuda rushed over to the light switches near the shop entrance. As soon as the lights flickered out, you clicked on the flashlight and passed the shining purple light over the display case surface. Quickly, you find something interesting. Two small handprints make themselves known in the ultraviolet light.

"And you said you wash the display case every night?"

"Yes! We clean the place thoroughly after closing! Kimura said she only saw the figure when she was locking up.", he perked up a bit, prideful of his shop's cleanliness.

"Well… either she missed a spot or these prints are fresh…", you flashed the light over the handprints again to show Mr. Musuda, who quickly looked shaken over the find.

"I… I'm sorry…"

A voice called out, sounding meek and guilty.

"Mama always said I shouldn't touch the glass, but the ice cream looks so good…"

You turned slightly towards the voice that came from right beside you. Your eyes landed on a ghostly figure of a young girl, looking no older than six years old and wearing a hospital gown. Her head hung in shame, clearly guilty of her actions. You slowly descended into a squat, careful not to scare the spirit girl.

"Hey…", you spoke softly as if she were a lost child looking for their parents ,"It's okay. We can clean up again. May I ask for your name?"

The girl looked spooked at the fact I acknowledged her at all. Her eyes went wide with surprise.

"M-mama said I shouldn't talk to strangers… but I don't think anyone else can hear or see me…"

"You're a smart girl to listen to your mama. She's right afterall. I understand if you're nervous, but I just want to ask you a few questions. Only if you're okay with that, of course, but I'd really like to try and help you."

The girl tugged at her gown nervously, looking down like she was contemplating whether you could be trusted or not.

"...Okay…", She whispered, "I'll answer your questions. My name is Chihoko Konuma."

"You have a very lovely name, Miss Konuma. My name is Y/N L/N, I'm a private detective," You turned to Mr. Masuda and gestured toward him,"and this nice man is Mr. Masuda. He's the owner of this shop."

"I know Mr. Masuda!", she perks up at the name

"Oh? How do you know him?"

"Me and Mama would come here every sunday! He's very nice! And Miss Kimura too!", and as quickly as it came her happy attitude disappeared.

"I… I scared Miss Kimura,didn't I? Can you tell her I'm sorry? I really didn't mean to."

"I'm sure she will be fine. It's okay. She just… didn't understand." You trailed off.

You inhaled and clasped your hands together, tucking them under your chin.

"Do you remember what happened before you found yourself here?"

"I… I was in the hospital. Mama said my lungs didn't work right, that the doctors were going to help me… It hurt. It hurt a lot. And Mama was crying. I was so tired. All I wanted was to see Mama happy again. I just wanted to go out like before. Then we could get ice cream like we always did."

You could feel your throat tighten at the sight of tears welling up in the girl's eyes, hands in her gown tighten even further.

"... Miss Detective… I'm not going to wake up, am I?"

Your heart dropped and you couldn't bring yourself to look her in the eye. This was the part you hated most. There were plenty of spirits who didn't understand what had happened to them. Many went on believing that they were still among the living, going about their day confined to a certain space or attached to a certain object. But, being the one to break the news never sat right with you.

"... No. I'm sorry, Chihoko." Your voice stayed steady and firm, yet gentle.

There was a heavy silence that settled. One that felt like it could drag you to the deepest depths of the ocean and never let up. From the corner of your eye you could tell even Mr. Masuda was affected by the intense wave of sadness in the room as he cupped his mouth to keep himself from choking up despite only catching half the conversation.

"...You said you wanted your Mama to be happy, right?" You started, forcing yourself to look at her again, "Well… I'm sure the thing that would make your Mama happiest… would be knowing that you were happy… that you don't hurt anymore…"

Chihoko looked up at you, ghostly tears fell from her eyes, but disappeared before they ever reached the ground. Her hands loosened their grip on her gown.

"... Chihoko, would you like some ice cream?"

She stayed silent, but nodded. You finally rose from your squat and held your hand out to Chihoko.

"C'mon, you can choose where we sit."

She nodded again and took your hand. You felt a cold and wispy feeling envelope your hand as she began to lead you to the table in front of the windows.

"Mr. Masuda, you can go ahead and turn the lights back on. We're going to have ice cream if you don't mind." You smiled at the man who looked absolutely baffled by the situation.

"O-oh… yes! Of course!" He flicked the lights on and rushed back behind the counter.

"Is… is this part of the process?" He paused for a moment, looking for some clarity from you.

"Uhhh yeah! Yes! Absolutely! The spirit demands an offering! And the offering must be ice cream!" You gave off a silly dramatic flare to your little speech and you heard a little giggle from the now seated ghost girl.

"Psst, what do you want?" You leaned over slightly.

"Hmm… birthday cake ice cream with two scoops…"

"The mighty spirit demands two scoops…"

"No! Wait! Three! Three scoops!"

"Wait! Three scoops of birthday cake ice cream!"

"I also want rainbow sprinkles! Oh! And a cherry on top!"

"And make that with rainbow sprinkles and a cherry on top! So does the mighty spirit Chihoko demand it! All hail the mighty spirit!" You flare out your peacoat dramatically in emphasis, "... and uhh throw one in for me too, please."

You heard giggles erupt from the girl as Mr. Masuda quickly began putting together the orders, looking even more puzzled than before. Once finished he rushes over with two cups. You took one of the cups from his hands and raised it high above your head.

"Dear mighty spirit! Please accept our offering!"

You sat the cup in front of Chihoko, leaning slightly, you said softer, "May you find peace and happiness."

Chihoko smiled brightly and kicked her feet in her seat, "Thank you, Miss Detective."

"Anytime, Kiddo."

As you sat in the seat across from her and propped your head with your hand, you noticed a daydreaming look in her eyes. As if she were somewhere else completely. Where the sun was shining, the flowers were in bloom, and the beautiful birdsong rang through the air. Soon enough the ghostly girl's visage had dispersed, the seat she once occupied was once agin empty.

That knot in your throat appeared again. You bit the inside of your cheek and took slow breaths. With a hefty sigh, you rose from your chair and turned to Mr. Masuda.

"So… so that's it? Is it coming back?" Mr. Masuda stuttered out, still very much confused.

"No. She most likely won't be coming back. If the events occur again, just call me up again and I'll take a look at it."

"Ah! That's good! Thank you so much, Detective! And uhhh about the payment-"

"Don't worry about it right now. It's late. I'll call you tomorrow and we can work something out. For now just worry about getting your business back in order." You take your ice cream cup in hand, "But I wouldn't mind taking this and a few more pints of ice cream home, if you don't mind…"

The plastic bag rustled as it swung into your leg with each stride. Mr. Masuda gladly agreed to give you some ice cream and sent you on your way with a promise of payment in the future.

The ice cream shop may not have been far from your apartment, but each step felt heavier than the last. The streets weren't empty, but it was certainly quiet enough for your thoughts to ring louder than the idle chatter of the people on the street.

You hated this feeling. The emotional exhaustion that came with interacting with spirits was sometimes too much to bear. All you wanted to do was have your tea and fall asleep while cuddling your cat. Maybe cry a little. Or cry a lot. Who knows?

The thought of home was enough to will the energy to make the trek back. You felt your feet quicken the moment you saw your tiny apartment building come into view.

Your hand blindly dug into your bag for your keys as you made your way up the strangely steep and uneven steps you have learned to navigate. The moment you pushed in the code and the door opened you heard whispers in your ears.

Yes. Your apartment building was also haunted.

Lucky you.

It was the reason you could afford a decent apartment for so cheap. You made a deal with the landlord to keep the spirits in check for a more affordable price on rent. Especially since the spirits were quite lively.

They weren't aggressive exactly, but more curious and sociable. They especially liked to give you all the apartment building gossip. You can't lie, it was pretty entertaining. Like your own personal reality tv show.

And this time they came to you with news of someone breaking into your apartment.

Oh goodie.

Your mood soured and you began to march up the stairs of the building. Of all nights some random asshole had to choose tonight. If someone was going to die tonight it certainly wasn't going to be you. You would be personally adding a new spirit to the apartment building's collection.

It wasn't until you had reached your door had you caught the feeling of a familiar aura. Your sour mood lifted into a mix of relief and confusion.

You unlocked the door and let it swing open.

"I know we are friends and all, Shinsou, but at least give me a heads up before you go breaking into my apartment."

You reached the end of the hall and flicked on the lights to reveal the pro hero, his indigo hair tucked away under a black, slicked back wig, dark brown eye contacts over his natural purple, and heavy make-up distorting his natural features. He sat on your couch with your cat curled up in his lap, who clearly didn't seem deterred by his drastically different appearance.

That little traitor.

"Long time no see, Miss Nancy Drew. As always you are no fun to surprise."

Despite the lax nature of his words, there was a seriousness in his voice and a hard look in his eye. An uneasiness settled in your stomach. You closed your door and slipped off your shoes

"Something happened."

It was less of a question and more of a statement. He nodded. It was then you sensed a second presence. One unfamiliar to you.

"So… who's your friend hiding in my bathroom?"

You didn't like this. You had never seen Shinsou look so hesitant. Guilty almost.

"Look. I need you to do me a favor…"

"First, I need you to tell me who the hell is in my fucking bathroom, Shinsou." Your voice had cut him off. Quick and angry you whispered. You were not in the mood to play these games.

Shinsou let out a frustrated and defeated sigh. Your cat jumped off his lap as he leaned forward to press his intertwined hands to his mouth.

"Shouto."

Huh?

"Number three pro hero, Shouto."

…

"WHAT?!"

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˜”°•.˜”°• The Rare Gem •°”˜.•°”˜

Synopsis: Animal mutation quirks are fairly rare so you were captured by the underground black market because of your quirk. You were to be put up for sale to the highest bidder. You just hope that whoever wins you was a kind soul and will not mistreat you. This is how you ended up with Todoroki Shouto.

Warnings: Temperature play, collaring, pet play. Master/pet, reader has a kitsune type quirk, dom!Shouto, sub!fem!reader, oral (both receiving) overstimulation, cum play, cum swallowing, orgasm control, black coded (but can still be read by others), breeding kink, edging, creampie, ,squirting, fingering, spanking, branding/marking dub-con with a twist(CNC), clit pinching, multiple orgasms (both receiving) praise, degradation, slut calling, pet name (baby, snowflake, my love, etc), implied kidnapping

Word Count: 10k

Pairing: Shouto Todoroki x Fem!reader

Small taglist: @tokyometronetwork @babiefwuit @stygianoir @bookandyarndragon @megumri

How did you get yourself into the mess? You struggled against the chains binding your wrists with no avail. Sighing, you leaned your head against the cool metal of the cage they left you in. Perhaps it was because of your quirk that you were captured. Your quirk gave you the animal attributes of a fox. You had large ears, claws, fangs, and a bushy tail.

You usually maintained a good control over your quirk and only used the strength it gave you during missions, but at the time those men captured me, you lost control over your emotions due to an argument with your agency, causing your fox-like attributes to show.

The door creaked open loudly, the light blinding you temporarily. Squinting your eyes, you could faintly make out a figure. “Who’s there?” you asked, your voice cracking slightly from underuse.

Once your eyes had adjusted to the brightness that flooded into the dark room, you saw that it was the man that had captured you and you bared your teeth. “What do you want, you burnt bitch?”

Dabi, a man with burn scars that covered 60% of his body, smirked down at me. “Well, Doll, it’s your turn to be auctioned off. So, I’ve come to collect you.”

“You’re lucky these chains suppress my quirk, asshole!” you snarled, rising to your feet to glare at him. A blush lit up your cheeks when you noticed the look in his light blue eyes. Desire was swirling in them as they looked over your body. It was then you remembered that you were dressed only in a thin white dress. Squeaking out, you covered your chest with your hands and knelt back down. “Fucking pervert!” you cursed at Dabi.

He sent you another cocky smirk as he reached into his pocket for something. You watched as he pulled out the key that could unlock the cage you were trapped in. Dabi opened the door to your entrapment and quicker than what you could react to, he grabbed the chains circling your wrists, “Can’t have you running, can we, doll?” He then clicked something around your neck. A fucking shock collar!

You wanted so badly to claw Dabi’s face off. Who the fuck did he think he was putting a damn shock collar on you? “Take this damned thing off of me! I am not a fucking dog, Dabi!”

“Ooh.” He purred. “Such a dirty fucking mouth you have on you.” His eyes narrowed as he pulled out a remote and pressed a button on it. Dabi watched with sick satisfaction as you convulsed from the electric shock that went through your body.

You opened your mouth and let out a strangled scream, begging for him to turn off the collar. He pressed the button again, turning the electricity off. “Now be a good little girl and follow me.” He attached another chain to the collar and yanked you alongside him.

The light blinded you once more as Dabi drug you out of the darkness of the back room. Scrunching your eyes together, you waited for them to adjust and saw that you were approaching another room. You blinked in confusion when Dabi opened the door and you were greeted by a blond with her hair tied in two messy buns. “What’s this?” you asked.

Dabi ignored you. “Toga. Make her look presentable for the men waiting to bid on her.”

You jerked your head back when Toga reached out and caressed your face with a wide smile on her face. She said something about how smooth and soft your skin was, which made your skin crawl even more.

You had already had to endure having your body inspected by some blue haired, crusty skinned creep earlier, now some blood crazed blonde was going to have her hands on me? “I don't need this, Dabi! I look fine now!” You could feel your emotions boiling over and knew that if you did not calm down soon, your fox-like attributes would come out.

Toga reached for the remote that Dabi held out for her. “Oh, my little foxy, we’re going to have so much fun together.” Her golden eyes twinkled with a look that you could only describe as a yandere with her sights set on her prey.

Eyeing the remote carefully, you sighed as you allowed her to pull you by the chain attached to your collar. Dabi had the decency to leave the room when Toga ripped through the white dress you were wearing with a knife she kept in the boxes on her legs.

The tip of the blade nicked your skin, not enough to break flesh but enough to leave a long red mark. You hissed when she leaned in to place a delicate kiss against the scratch. “What are you doing?”

“Making your owie better.” She said in her slightly singsong voice, her face flushing with a blush and she placed her hands against her cheeks. “You’re so cute when you’re angry. Do you resent us?”

“What do you think?” You snapped, looking away from her.

Toga pouted before skipping over to the clothing rack and pulled out a sleek red dress that had a high slit up to the thigh and was very low cut so that you were almost positive your breasts would pop out of it if you moved wrong.

You blinked in confusion when she pulled out her knife and cut a hole in the back of the gown. “Why are you ruining such a pretty dress?” The question slipped out before you could stop it.

The blonde flashed you a smile before pointing the knife at you and lunging. Your fear skyrocketed as your emotions flooded your brain. She was going to kill you? But were you not a precious item to the underground auction? You felt your fox-like attributes pop into existence as your instances told me to get out of the way.

You rolled out of the path of Toga’s knife, temporarily forgetting that you were chained to the table leg. The collar around your neck tightened, choking you. “Fuck!” you cursed as you tried to move back into your original position. Shooting a glare at the blonde, who was giggling up a storm. “What the fuck, Toga?!”

She said nothing as she turned around to look at you over her shoulder. Suddenly, you felt electricity send your body into convulsions. You let out a gurgled screech as you clawed at the collar around your throat. You watched through watery eyes as Toga approached you with a small orange medicine jar in her hands.

As the current still flowed through your body, you were helpless as she force fed you some kind of medicine. “There, foxy, that should keep those cute little ears and tail out for the men and women to see.” She pressed the button that shut off the shock collar and moved to help you into the short, sleek red dress.

Toga was careful with your tail as she guided it through the hole she made before zipping the gown up completely. “You’re so pretty! Just like a red bride.”

You shivered at the new nickname she dubbed me with. You had a name. Why won’t any of them use it? Still feeling the after effects of the collar, you had to let Toga help you to your feet so she could guide you over to the vanity where she did your hair and makeup. She gave you a red and black smokey eye paired with a bold red lip. To hide the thick shock collar around your neck, she placed a red ribbon with a bell attached to it over it.

For your hair, she simply curled it and tied black ribbons around your fox ears. “Just look at how beautiful you made you. If only they would let me take some of your blood. Then I could always remember what you look like, foxy.”

A knock came from the door before Dabi let himself back in. He took one look at me and let out a low wolf whistle. “Damn, dollface. If you weren't going to fetch us such a high price, I’d take you for my own.” He flashed you an attempt of a seductive smirk. If you had not despised him at the moment, you probably would have fallen for it. Your eyes worked fine. You knew Dabi was a sexy man. Hell, you were sure he knew it as well.

“Whatever.” you scoffed as he reached for the chain that he then used to drag me to your feet. “Slow down, will you? I am wearing heels.” Toga had finished off your look with a pair of five inch black stilettos with straps that went up the length of your calves.

You gasped when Dabi suddenly turned on you, a blue flame covering his left hand and a cruel look in his glowing blue eyes.

Dabi growled at me as he pulled me closer by the chain. “You are to be silent now, dollface.” He held the flame dangerously close to your face and you could do nothing but stare in fear.

You knew of Dabi’s quirk, Cremation. It reached temperatures that could melt everything it came in contact with, even wood that is supposed to burn. “If you utter a single word during the auction, I will not hesitate to kill you, understand?”

Swallowing thickly, you nodded your head and sealed your lips shut as Dabi curled his lips into a smile and snuffed out the flame. Yanking on the chain, he dragged you over to a large pedestal that had a cage around it. You could not help but to roll your eyes at it.

At least this one was a bit bigger than the last one you were placed in. Dabi then attached the end of your chain to a locking mechanism inside the cage and shut the door behind him.

“Good luck, doll. If you’re lucky, your new master won’t break you too badly.” He laughed as he walked away from the caged pedestal, but stayed within earshot in case you spoke out of turn.

You simply sat on the cool metal of the floor and curled your legs against your chest. You hated that it was because of your quirk that you were going to be sold off like livestock. Sometimes you hated having a mutation quirk, they were so rare that people would pay large money to have ya'll work for them.

If only you were stronger like Miruko, you would not have been captured like this. And if it were not for that medicine Toga forced you to swallow, you could have easily concealed your quirk, but no, you were in a constant state of heightened emotions.

“And now for the main event!” you heard the voice of the man who inspected your body call out loudly over the loudspeaker. Closing your eyes, you awaited your fate. You were to be bidded off to the highest paying bidder. You can only hope that your new master will be kind.

“Lastly, we have a rare mutation quirk owner. Her quirk gives her fox-like attributes.” The blue-haired host announced, you think his name is Shigaraki. “Let’s start the bid at five million.”

You blocked out most of the bids since the auctioneers were wearing masks that conceal their identities. Wrapping your tail around your body, you tried to make yourself smaller the higher your cost rose. It was currently up to twelve million and steadily rising.

You were beginning to hate being born with such a quirk. You opened your eyes to look out at the crowd, trying to see who was currently in the lead. you t would seem as if you were going to be purchased by some fat, disgusting older man and that caused a shiver to travel down your spine. He would not be gentle with you.

“Twenty-five million!” Shigaraki called out, his red eyes shining with glee. They were going to be rich off of this one. “Do I hear twenty-six? No? Going once. Twice..”

“That girl belongs to me now.”

You lifted your head when a smooth tenor voice filtered throughout the building and saw what looked to be a young man. You could only see his eyes through the black mask he wore; the left eye was blue, similar to Dabi’s while the right was grey.

How could he say that you belonged to him? Just how much money could someone like him have? The amount of money to purchase you was nearing thirty million?!

Shigaraki narrowed his eyes at the newcomer. “Oh? Then what’s your price?” He pressed the button on the remote that activated the shock collar around your neck, making you convulse around in your cage. “She’s such a fine specimen, you know?” He shut off the power when you let out a strangled plea for him to stop.

The man simply pulled out a thin black card and flung it at the auctioneer, watching him scramble after it. “Just charge whatever price you want to this card.” He walked over to Shigaraki and held his hand out expectantly for the key he held. Once he obtained the item, he walked over to the cage and opened it. “Come here.”

You looked up at him with reproachful eyes. Who was he? You flinched when Shigaraki offered him the remote to your shock collar and quickly shot up to your feet, wobbling slightly due to the stilettos. “Y-Yes, sir.” You slowly walked over to him and placed your hand into his proffered one.

That was as far as you could move due to the chain still latched to the side of the cage. He noticed it and stepped inside and unhooked it from its locking mechanism. Once the chain was free, he turned to face you, his eyes intense. His stare made you feel warm in places you could not describe.

“We’re going.” He said as he pulled at your chain gently. He turned to look at Shigaraki, “Just return that to me once the charges are made. I’ll send someone to retrieve it.”

-0-0-0

You sat in the seat across from the man that had purchased you. You still did not know who he was as he was still wearing the hood of the burgundy robes that the bidder wore and that black mask that only showed his intense heterochromatic eyes. Eyes which were locked on your body and made you squirm a bit under the intensity. You had wanted to cover your breasts with your arms but you were paralyzed by him.

You watched as he lowered the hood of his robe, revealing his long red and white colored hair and realization slowly began to strike you. It could not be him? He reached for the black mask that hid his face from you. You gasped.

There was no mistaking it. The long red and white hair, those blue and grey eyes, the intense red scar on the left side of his face. “You’re Todoroki Shouto!”

He let a small smile tilt at his lips as he brushed back a strand of his long hair. “Yes, but you shall only call me Master now.”

Shock rushed over you. Was he not a Pro Hero? Did he not purchase you to save you from the greedy men and women of the underground auction as a mission? You had been missing for nearly a week and you were an important asset to your agency.

You pulled at the chains circling your wrists, glaring at Shouto. “What are you talking about? You are the Pro Hero, Shouto, right? Isn't this a mission to rescue me? I’m a Pro Hero too!” you froze when you saw him hold up the remote control to the collar hidden behind the red ribbon around your neck, fear wrapping around your body. “What are you...”

Shouto did not let you finish your sentence as he pressed the button to activate the shock collar. He watched as you shook from the electricity coursing through your veins, your tail puffed out from the pain. “You belong to me and I thought I said you are only to call me Master.”

He pressed the button again to shut off the power and you fell back against the cool leather of the limo seat, trying to catch your breath. Shouto moved over to where you were sitting and gently looped his index finger around the collar and lifted me up.

“But to answer your question, yes I am the Pro Hero, Shouto, but this isn’t a mission to rescue you, my darling. I wanted you for myself. You should know how rare animal mutation quirks are and I find those little ears and tail of yours adorable.” The fingers of his other hand reached out and touched your ears at the base.

Without your permission, you had let out a moan when his fingers caressed the fur surrounding your ears. You quickly blushed and covered your mouth in a failed attempt to stifle the sound. You could only pray that he would ignore the sound.

You peeked up at him and gasped at the look of lust on his face as a rush of heat flooded your core. Damn him for being so damn attractive. It made it hard to hate him for what he was going to do. “M-my ears are sensitive...” Was all you said as you looked away from him.

He said nothing as he reached for you and pulled you into his lap. You tried your best to not stiffen in his hold as you curled your tail around your waist, protecting it from his touch. He already found out that your ears were rather sensitive, you did not need him learning that your tail was even more sensitive.

“That was a rather cute moan. I want to hear more of them.” Without a warning, he yanked down the top of the dress you were wearing, your breasts popping free. You let out a squeak as you tried to cover yourself but he yanked your hands away with a sharp tug at the chains circling your wrists. “Don’t move. That’s an order.”

“You can't just expect me to just sit still and let you do whatever you want with me! I am not your property!” you screamed, fighting against the chains trying to free yourself from his hold. your body went limp when his fingers slid over your ears, sending a pleasurable tingle down your spine. Another pitiful sounding moan left your mouth as you felt warmth flood your center when Shouto’s other hand began plucking at your nipples.

Shouto’s warm breath hit your shoulder as he leaned in closer, his voice echoed around the small space of the limo. “I can and I will, Snowflake.” His tongue licked a long, wet line up the side of your flesh, sending streaks of fire down your spine.

Damn it, you were attracted to him. Seeing him on television had spurned a crush on him. He rolled your left nipple in between his fingers as his mouth latched onto the spot where your neck and shoulder met. “Come on, Baby~...” He purred in a voice that should be illegal. “Let your voice out.”

You could not stop the wanton cry that left your throat when his hand moved from your breast to the increasingly damping spot between your thighs. His fingers slipped inside the dress you were wearing, skimming along the front of your panties. You let out another moan as he slid his index finger over that sensitive bundle of nerves. “Fuck...” you choked out, quivering in his arms. you were fighting a losing battle with both your mind and body. Your mind was telling you to resist, yet don’t at the same time and your body was accepting his touch.

He pinched your clit roughly between his fingers as he sucked at the junction where your shoulder and neck met and his fingers rubbed one of your ears. The overstimulation of having so many erogenous zones touched at once was leaving you breathless.

You squirmed around on his lap and gasped when you felt it. Shouto’s cock was hard and pulsing against your ass. For some reason a sense of pride filled your mind. you were happy that you were able to turn on such a handsome man with your body. You let out another piercing moan when you felt his teeth bite down on your shoulder and his fingers graze over your clit again.

“Do you want me to shove my fingers inside, Baby?” He asked. “Do you want me to fuck you with them?”

Your eyes shot open as you realized what he was doing. ‘He’s fucking edging me. you hate being edged!’ you stubbornly shook your head, refusing to answer him. you would not give him the satisfaction of hearing you beg. Suddenly, you felt a chill run down your body where the fingers of his right hand trailed and a pitiful sounding cry left your throat. You wanted to beg. you wanted to beg so fucking badly, but you had your pride. “Fuck!” you screamed out when those icy fingers of his slid through the fur of your tail, stroking it softly.

Shouto let out a chuckle. “So, that’s why you kept moving it out of the way of your touch. Your tail is even more sensitive than your ears.” His breath turned cool as he whispered against your neck and you knew that he must be using his quirk to manipulate me into begging for his touch. Running those sinfully cold fingers through your tail from tip to base was driving me insane. “Let’s see how much longer you can hold back from begging me to fuck you.”

Youlet out another breathy moan when you felt his mouth close over one of your ears, his tongue swirling along the edge. you could literally feel your resolve breaking with each stroke of warm fingers of his left hand along your clothed pussy. When he squeezed your clit again, his fingers nearly burning hot is what made you break. “S-s-shit...Master, please?”

“Please what, Snowflake?” He mocked, rubbing his hot fingers along the sensitive bundle of nerves. His long hair brushed along your neck when he leaned over to watch your expression as his icy cold fingers found their way to the base of your tail and he rubbed his fingertips along the spot where it met with your lower back. you let out another wanton sounding mewl as you jerked around in his lap, grinding your hips down. “Say it. Beg for me, Baby.”

Biting your lip in irritation that he was going to make me beg for it, a low growl left me. Swallowing thickly, you lowered your head. “Please, Master, fuck me with your fingers. you want them inside me.” you let out a lusty cry of pleasure when one of his cold fingers slid your panties to the side and found purchase inside your dripping cunt. It was so cold that it hurt, but it was a good kind of hurt. His left hand went for your tail, rubbing hot circles around the spot where it met with your flesh. Dammit, you wanted him. You wanted more than just a finger. You wanted his cock rammed deep inside you. “I need more.”

Shouto smiled as he slowly moved his finger in and out of you, edging you on slowly. His hot breath fanned over the swollen mark he’d left on your neck. He let out a grunt when you grinded your hips down into his crotch, your ass rubbing against his cock. Quickly, he added another icy finger to your dripping pussy. You could not hold back the lewd cry that left your mouth as you tossed your head back against his shoulder, sweat glistening on your forehead.

“Was that enough, your darling? Or do you still need more?” He taunted, drilling those fingers of his deeper.

You hated to admit it, but you were so turned on by him. There was no denying your attraction to him. you wanted him. you wanted more of this temperature play he was doing using his quirk. It felt so good to have his icy fingers inside while his hot palm gripped one of your breasts, twisting a nipple. Pride be damned! “Master, please? More. I need to feel more of you!” But the instant you admitted that you wanted him, he stopped and pulled away completely. You blinked in confusion when he lifted you off his lap and back onto the seat next to him.

“Unless you want the entire mansion to see you in such a state, I suggest you fix your clothing.” Shouto readjusted the silk tie of the suit he was wearing, ignoring the large bulge in his pants.

Looking away from him as shame filled your mind. He got what he wanted. You begged for him like a needy bitch in heat. Glaring at him, you pulled up the top of your dress the best you could with your bound hands. Growling when the movement put your hands in an awkward position, you glanced up at Shouto. He was already watching you with amused eyes and you knew that this was what he wanted. Biting your lip and lowering your eyes, you asked, “Master, will you help me?” you growled when he gave you an expectant look. “Please, Master?”

He moved over and helped you pull the red dress up over your breasts, but he made sure to brush his knuckles over your nipples as he leaned in. “We will continue this inside, Snowflake.”

Your face flushed at the seductive tone his voice took on when he whispered the nickname in your ears before he bit one of them. You let out another loud moan before clamping your hands over your lips. you watched as the door of the limo was pulled open and Shouto slid out of the car, gently yanking on the chain around your neck so that you would follow him. You ignored the curious stares of the staff that came out to greet Shouto like he was a young lord. ‘He basically is!’ you wanted to smack yourself. The Todoroki family was one of the richest families around. ‘That’s how he was able to afford your price tag in the underground auction.’

Shouto pulled you alongside him, your stilettos clicking loudly with each step. Your back stiffened when he placed his hand against your skin, lightly rubbing circles on the base of your tail. You had to bite your lips to keep from letting out a pitiful sounding moan at his touch. He was playing dirty. Now that he knew that your animal attributes were sensitive, he was going to exploit that weakness every chance he got.

-0-0-0

It's been a few weeks since you were purchased by Todoroki Shouto and he’s been nothing short of a gentleman after that first incident in the limo ride to his mansion. Despite his promise to continue when the two of you got inside, He’d claimed that he was tired from having to deal with the underground and went to bed almost immediately after.

You sighed as you looked at yourself in the mirror and admired the outfit that was set out for you. Shouto decided that you would only wear traditional Japanese kimonos as they allowed space for your tail. So, today it was a short black kimono that had a red obi with white lilies on the material. It was a cute outfit and you appreciated the clothing, but hated that you were basically being forced to take that strange medicine that kept your ears and tail out. The medicine also made them even more sensitive and he took full advantage of it.

A knock at your room door caused you to jump slightly. “Come in?” you said, watching the doorknob turn before it creaked open. Your eyes widened at the sight of Shouto stepping into your room wearing one of his robes, his hair tied up into a bun. You could feel the saliva build up in your mouth at the sight of his bare chest from the gap in his robe. Quickly, you turned your head away and swiped your mouth. “Hello, Master. What can you do for you?” you knew why he was here dressed only in his robe. That was his sign that he wanted to fuck you and you could feel yourself getting wet.

Shouto said nothing as he walked over to you, his eyes intense as he looked at you. He frowned as he stared at your neck and you realized that you had forgotten to cover the shock collar with the black choker that still sat on your bed. “The collar, Snowflake.” He growled out, his voice dropping in octaves. With a predatory look in his eyes, he began to advance on you.

Your breath got caught up in your breath as you took a step back for each one he took forward until your back was pressed against the wall. You let out a squeak when Shouto slammed his hands next to your head, trapping you. He was so close you could see every detail of his face and feel every breath he took as he leaned in closer. “I-I’m sorry, Master. I was about to cover it up when you knocked.” you placed a hand on his chest in a discreet attempt to put some distance between you two.

He grabbed your hand and brought it to his mouth, teeth grazing over the fleshy part of your palm. “Are you lying to me, Baby?” His lips spread into a seductive smile when you shook your head. “So, it’s your Master’s fault that you didn’t have enough time to put on the choker?” the fingers of his right hand stroked your cheek, leaving trails of frost in its path to the shock collar.

You shivered, whether it be in anticipation or from the chill of his touch, as he hooked a finger into the collar and pulled you closer to him. “No, sir.” you replied, looking him in the eyes. “It's my fault for taking too long getting dressed.” During the few weeks of you being in his care, you’ve learned that he likes a submissive partner. You even allowed a few tears to swell in the corner of your eyes, knowing it would please him. You’ve become his Snowflake, beautiful, delicate and fragile. Well...not that fragile.

Shouto, accepting your submission to him, smiled down at you and wrapped his large hands around your waist before seizing your lips in a slow yet passionate kiss that soon left you both panting and straining against one another. He reached for the obi and tugged at it gently until it loosened around me. The red tie fell to the ground in a pool of silk. He then reached for the pin that held your hair up, letting the locks fall down to frame your face and you knew that was your signal to touch him.

Slowly, you reached up and caressed his face, tracing your fingers along the edge of his jawline before moving them to tangle in his hair, gently pulling it from the bun he had it in. You felt him slide his hands into the fabric of the kimono, pushing at the edges until it slid off your shoulders leaving me only in your bra and panties. Shouto finally pulled away from your lips to admire your body. Seeing the appreciation in his eyes let you know that you picked out the right lingerie. So, maybe he will forgive me for not putting the choker on before he came.

He trailed his hands along your body before taking your hands and placed one on his chest and the other on the sash at his waist. You looked down at your hand near the tie as you pulled on it until it hung loose before you slowly parted the crimson robe, your hands gliding over his sinewy muscles of his shoulders. You could feel your mouth water at the sight of his chiseled chest, sculpted abs, and the V-cut of his hips. Sweet mercy, he was sexy and you wanted to run your hands all over his body. But you refrained from doing so without his permission, Shouto was the dominant one here and you were the submissive.

Shouto pulled you closer and trailed his fingers down your back, trails of frost forming in its path, until he reached the base of your tail. You immediately went limp with pleasure in his arms as a flood of moisture soaked your panties. Those sub-zero fingers stroked through your fur, teasing the spot where the flesh merged with your fluffy appendage. “I can smell you, my darling.” His voice caressed your ears as your face flushed with heat. “Your arousal is getting thicker by the second and you ’ve barely even touched you.” He bent down and caught your lips in a searing kiss that made your knees buckled from the intensity. “Look at how cute you are? You’re just my cute little captive fox. It makes me want to tease you more.”

You opened your mouth in a soft sounding moan when he leaned in and grazed your shoulder with his teeth, pulling down your bra strap in the process. Treading your fingers into his long hair, you silently guided him to the other side so that he could lower the other strap with his teeth. “M-Master...” you moaned out as he slowly lapped at the center of your chest. He was edging me again. You hated being edged so slowly, but you knew this was probably punishment for not covering the shock collar. Shouto moved down to your breasts, his tongue both heating and cooling on your flesh.

You felt his teeth graze over your nipple as he pulled the cup down before closing his lips over the pebbled bud. First his mouth was hot, scorching almost as his tongue swirled over your peak, but then it cooled to near freezing. The pleasure was damn near maddening as you clenched your thighs together to ease the ache that formed between them.

“I will make you ache for me.” He whispered against your skin as he lifted his mouth back to your lips, placing another passionate kiss on them. You heard him chuckle at your disappointed moan when his lips left mine. He placed a warm finger against your mouth to shush me, his gaze predatory, before he lifted me up into his arms.

Shouto dropped you softly on the large bed, hovering over you. You felt him reach behind you to unclasp the bra and you were anticipating his touch, but it never came. Holding back a frustrated cry when his fingers instead trailed lines down your shoulders. “Oh, you thought I wasn’t serious? No, you’re going to go mad with want. And I will not fuck you until you’re dripping wet for me.”

His words alone were making you ache for him. His low, timbering voice was like sweet music to your sensitive hearing. Hot tears of frustration pooled in your eyes and you tried to reach out for him, wanting to attempt to change his mind. Shouto saw your movement and with a twitch of his hand, ice formed shackles around your wrists and pinned you down to the bed. His grey and blue eyes narrowed down at me for your slight defiant behaviour and you knew that he was going to go even slower to torture you.

Softly, he placed his hands over your breast, kneading them without his quirk and you mewled at the raw feeling of his skin against youurs. Shouto then leaned in and bit the tip of one of your ears and your core tingled even more causing you to rub your thighs together to produce some type of friction. Your tears of frustration broke free when you felt Shouto shackle your ankles to the bedpost thus keeping your legs spread open.

“Master, please? I need you.” you were damn near sobbing with how much your body was throbbing for him.

Shouto softly wiped at the tears that were streaming down your face. “You’re so pretty when you cry. Are you aching that badly, my little slut? Shall I end your suffering?” He let a sly smirk touch his lips as he slowly trailed his left hand down the length of your body, trails of heat flaring along your skin until he reached the edge of your panties. There was a flare of smoke and you realized that he was burning the underwear off of you. You were panting as his fiery fingers drew slow, hot circles along your inner thigh. “Such pretty thighs. Just the right size to grab a handful.”

Your body was visibly shaking with each slow touch Shouto graced your body with. You were becoming so needy. You needed more. More of his touch. More of his lips and tongue on your skin. This slow torture was driving me inssane with desire. Your pussy was practically drooling by now, begging to be touched and fucked. Without realizing it, your tail moved on its own and wrapped around Shouto’s neck and pulled him down into your body.

A gasp left you when you realized what you had done and quickly unwrapped your tail from around his neck. You let out another wanton sounding moan when Shouto reached out and grabbed the furry appendage with his icy cold hand. He slowly lifted his face from your chest and stared down at you with such an intensity in his eyes. You were in trouble.

“Snowflake...” Yep, you were in deep shit. He only called you that when you were about to receive punishment. And by the way he growled out the name, he was pissed that you questioned his dominance. “What have I told you about using your tail without my command?” His sub zero touch trailed up the length until he could not reach anymore of it due to you laying on your back. The ice chains holding you down lengthened so he could flip you onto your hands and knees. You shivered in pleasure as your body nearly went limp from his touch until you heard his command. “Don’t fucking move, Snowflake.”

When the first burning smack to your ass came without warning and tears sprang from your eyes from the sheer pleasure. He spanked you soundly with his left hand, practically branding his handprint into you with his quirk and you loved every second of it. What you were not expecting was him to use his right hand to send chills up your back from the next couple of spanks. The icy cold smacks felt so good against your hot skin that you could not help but to stick your tongue out and moan at the feeling.

“That’s a good little bitch in heat. Moan for me.” He smacked your ass in alternation of both hands until the flesh was raw. Shouto then leaned in and placed his lips against the heated and tender skin causing you to flinch slightly from the soreness. His teeth grazed along the curvature of your rear, tongue slipping out to cool the stinging flesh until he reached the spot where your tail met with your lower back.

A shiver ran down your spine. He knew how very sensitive you were there and loved to tease you there. His tongue went from cold to hot as he lapped at the spot as his fingers teased at your dripping slit. “Oh?” He breathed, his breath turning cool against your back. “You’re a sopping wet mess down here. My Baby, I’ll ask you again. Shall you put an end to your suffering? Tell me what you want.”

Your thighs were quivering by the moment and your face was covered with your tears of frustration. “I want you, Master. I want you to eat your pussy and then fuck me with your hard cock.” you begged, sobbing as you did so. You were so fucking turned on and you did not want to wait anymore.

Shouto sat back on his knees and you could see that his cock was straining against his boxers. He tapped a finger against his chin in thought as his other hand rubbed his shaft slowly, tempting me. Shouto freed his cock from the confines of his underwear. “Before you do that...” he mused as he reached and grabbed one of your ears, causing you to moan out loudly. He turned me around, the ice chains rattling. “Why don’t you suck my cock. Take your Master’s cock deep inside that pretty little throat of yours.” He slapped the head of it against your cheek. “Stick out your tongue, Snowflake.”

You quickly opened your mouth and did as he ordered. Soon after your mouth was filled with his flavor, his pre-cum sweet on your tongue.. His masculine scent filled your nose as you took in a breath. He was so large that it stretched your lips, but you were determined to take all of him. As always, you made sure to keep your teeth away from his sensitive anatomy, but would occasionally let your sharp canines drag over the bulbous tip. His moans were like music to your ears and only spurred you on.

His hand came up to caress your face. “Yes, just like that, Baby. Suck that cock.” he hissed out as he thrust his hips gently, pushing more of his length inside your mouth. “You look so beautiful with your cock shoved so deep in your throat, Snowflake.” Shouto tilted his head back and let out a low groan when you swirl your tongue over the thick length pumping in and out.

You kept your jaw slightly slack because you knew of his tendencies of losing all his composure and face fucking you. You hollowed out your cheeks and hummed lightly, knowing the vibrations would drive Shouto insane.

Shouto let out a grunt. “Yes...” he hissed. “That’s a good little slut.” He purred out as his hand tangled in your hair to push his cock even deeper down your throat. Tears were starting to leak from your eyes from the pleasurable pain and he wiped at them with his warm hand. “Crying again? We’ve only just begun, Baby.” He let out another deep moan as he tossed his head back, long red and white hair sparkling in the dim light of the room as it slid off his broad shoulders.

You moaned when Shouto reached across your back to play with the soft fur of your tail, drool leaking out of the corners of your mouth. Fuck, he was driving you up the wall with pleasure, but you could sense that he was getting close too. Your inner walls were clenching in tune to your sucking and you felt Shouto’s cock beginning to swell. You curled your tongue around him and gave him a hard suck. “Fuck...” He cursed. “You want my cum that badly?”

Hot and cold hands wrapped around your head as he pulled me in closer. “Then you can have it. Deep down your throat.” you nearly choked when the first of the thick, white fluid shot out and filled your mouth. “Take it all, but don't swallow just yet, Baby~. Keep that cum in your mouth until you say you can swallow it. And don’t spill a single drop.”

You obeyed his command, holding his seed in your mouth. You allowed a small smile to cross your lips when Shouto wrapped his hands around your waist and flipped me onto your back. You shivered when he began trailing those sub zero fingers down your abdomen. “You said that you wanted my tongue, right, Snowflake?” you nodded your head vigorously, mewling when those icy fingers of his began circling around your clit, coating them with your honeyed essence. “You’ve been such an obedient pet that I should reward you, I suppose.” He licked a warm line down your stomach. “Your scent is addicting.” His hot breath fanned out over your nether regions causing another rush of liquid.

Shouto used two of those icy fingers to spread your lower lips and gave it a long, scorching lick with that hot tongue of his. Your toes curled as a sobbing like moan left your throat when those slender digits of his slid inside your drenched, slick cavern. He used his thumb to flick the swollen bundle of nerves at the top of your opening. “Make sure to keep holding that cum in your mouth, darling.” Shouto thrust his fingers in and out of your dripping center and you gasped when he entered the third cold finger, almost making you swallow what was in your mouth.

You let out a lustful humming sound as his fingers pistoned into me at such a furious pace, his fingers the perfect chilling temperature that it stung in a pleasurable way. your eyes shot open when his hot tougue swirled over your clit, attacking the swollen bud with quick flicks. you could feel your release building up and tears from the sheer pleasure were building up in your eyes.

“Are you about to cum, Snowflake?” He growled against your flesh and brought you closer to sweet release. “Go ahead and cum. You have my permission.” Shouto lapped at your honeyed center with that scorching tongue again. With another loud, muffled cry, you came hard. White spots danced in your vision, blinding you momentarily.

He greedily drank all of what you had to offer as it dripped out of your pussy, not letting a single drop escape. you expected for him to stop, but then your body arched when his tongue turned cold and warm fingers replaced the cold ones. ‘Again!’ you had just come, you were not ready for his tongue again, especially when it’s so hot that it's causing maddening pleasure.

You pulled against your shackles as your body shook from the overstimmulation Shouto was causing on your body. He stroked his fingers in and out at such a furious pace and flicked that burning hot tongue over your clit. Not forgetting that he liked it when you cried, you let hot tears stream down your face as you thrash on the bed only for Shouto to hold your hips down with his arm.

“Can’t handle what you asked for, Baby?” His voice dropped into that dangerous territory that made your heart beat erratically in your chest. He lashed at your sensitive budle of nerves with his tongue once more. “You’re so pretty when you’re crying those sweet tears.” His sub zero fingers moved faster within you as another round of pressure built up.

You could feel another release coming and it was coming fast. You wanted to open your mouth and scream but could not due to the order to not spill any of the cum you held. “Keep that cum in your mouth, Snowflake. Savor the flavour of it.”

Your body gave a sharp convulsion when you came, lifting off the bed. Shouto did not miss a beat as he slurped up every drop, his tongue lashing over your clit and fingers never once slowing down. Once you had calm down from your high, he slowed down and gave your sex gentle licks and nips before pulling away. “What’s the matter, Baby?” He gazed down at your sweaty flushed body, your chest still heaving from exhaustion. “Don’t tell me you're ready to tap out. We haven’t even begun to have fun yet.”

You tried to plead with your eyes that you needed a break before continuing as your sex was still tingling from two back to back orgasms. Either Shouto did not notice or he ignored it as he slapped the head of his cock against your slit. He grabbed your legs and placed them over his shoulders as he stroked himself with one hand. His grey and blue eyes stared down at you intensely. “You can swallow now. I want to hear that sweet voice of yours as I take you.” You nearly choked as he timed his first thrust with your swallowing, his salty yet sweet tasting seed sliding down your throat.

“Fuck!” you cursed when he gave a hard trust, your breasts bouncing from the vigorous movement. Another loud gasp fell from your lips at the tingle of pleasure that grew within your core when Shouto picked up his speed more. You mewled when he bent down and nipped at one of ears, teeth grazing the fleshy inner part softly as he plunged his cock into me.

It felt so good and you were so full of his huge length. You tried to wrap your arms around him, but the ice shackles around your wrists prevented that so you held onto his strong biceps. “M-Master...it feels so good.”

Shouto let out a grunt as he snapped his hips down into me, your walls clenching around him firmly. “You feel so good around me, Snowflake.” His hissed into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. your tail was swishing around until he grabbed it in his left hand, the heat of his palm caused tears of overstimmulation to burn at the corners of your eyes. “Are you about to cry again, my love?” he brought the tip of your tail to his lips and drew it into his cool mouth. You let out a scream as your body buckled at the feeling, the stimulation wrecking havoc.

“Go ahead and cry some more. I am going to keep fucking you.” Tail still cluched between his teeth, Shouto reached out and wiped at your tears. Damn him for being able to cause your body so much pleasure that it hurts. His cock was almost too big for you, stretching you to accommodate him. But it only made you want him even more. The slight pain was addictive. He was addictive and you wanted more. Much more. His hips never faltered in his fast movements, deep thrusts that touched your cervix. It felt so damned good.

You could feel your climax approaching, but you knew better than to cum without Shouto’s permission. Hoping that he was not wanting a long session because it was geting harder and harder to hold back. Especially with his thrusts causing your inner muscles to clench and unclench on him. But then he said something that made you want to whine in defeat.

“Don’t you dare cum until you say you can.”

You wanted to curse him. You hated when he controlled your orgasms! That was more torture than the overstim. You dug your nails into his forearms, knowing that he liked it, but it was revenge for the denial.

Shouto leaned down and caught your lips in another wild, passionate kiss as he let out a lustful grunt. You immediately felt warmth fill your womb and knew that he had just had his second release. “How does it feel, Baby? To have my cum so deep inside.” He stilled his hips momentarily, savoring the feeling before he began to pick up speed again. “Let’s go for another one, Snowflake.”

The slickness of our combined juices made it easier for him to slip in and out of me as he pounded me into the mattress. Your inner muscle quivered as he pulled himself out before slamming back in. His mouth, hot from his quirk, captured your nipple between his teeth and swirled his tongue around the hardened nub. His fingers, cold to the touch, rubbed at your clit..

You opened your mouth in a lustful cry as you tried hard to hold off on cumming until Shouto said you could. It was just so damn hard. But those intense eyes were locked on yours, daring you to defile him. So, you squeezed down on him to try and coax another one out of him, so that he will allow you to have one.

Knowing him though since you had already had two from his tongue, you were not going to be allowed to have one until he had another one. You pushed your hips up to meet his repeatedly, silently hoping that he would get his third one soon. But you know of his stamina. Shouto could go for hours if he wanted to. You really felt like crying this time when you felt the burn of salt sting at your eyes. This pleasurably torture was almost inbarable, but you could withstand it.

You actually craved it.

He moved your legs from their position against his shoulders and pushed them back until your knees were against your chest. Shouto pulled out only to slide back in just as rough. You knew that he could feel your throbbing pussy clenching down on him, trying to milk him of all he has to offer. you nearly disobeyed his direct order when his leaned down and grazed his teeth over your shoulder before sucking on the spot where it met with your neck as he squeezed that sensitive little bundle of nerves.

“Do you want to cum, Baby?” At your nod, he chuckled, the vibrations tingling your skin. “Well, that’s too bad. You’ll only cum when I say so.” He leaned back down and took your nipple back into his mouth this time without his quirk, while his hand fondled the other with those icy fingers.

“Fuck...” you heard him curse, your legs beginning to tremble as he grabbed your hips as his thrusts became erract. You clamped down on him once more and ground into his pelvis insistantly. “Snowflake...” he tilted his head back and moaned, sweaty strands of his long hair sticking to his forehead. “You ready for the second load? Beg me for it. Beg for me to fill you with my hot seed.” He pumped his thick length in and out, slowing his pace to a maddening level.

You tried to buck your hips to urge him into a faster speed, but he locked your legs in place, pushing them further into your chest. “Master, please!” you yelled, forcing out a few tears for good measure. you wanted it. you wanted him to fill me again even if you were not allowed to cum yet. you wanted to make him feel good. “I want it. Give it to me, please.” you cried out when he gave a particularly harsh thrust, locking his hips in place.

You gave another loud lusty mewl as his hot cum filled me again for the second time. your vision was starting to get blurry from the passion that Shouto was giving me. “Please, Master, can I cum now?” The pain in your lower parts was so intense now, the constant throbbing of your clit was in tune with your own racing heart.

Shouto gazed down at you, his hair falling over his shoulders as he tilted his head. A soft, slow smile tilted at his lips. He pulled out, much to your disappointment, but took hold of your still quivering hips. You were then placed on your hands and knees again. You could feel Shouto rubbing the head of his cock teasingly at your hole.

“You’ve been so good to listen to me. I suppose you should.” you cried out in pleasure when he slid back inside with a slow, deep thrust. This position allowed him the deepest penetration and you loved it. You loved feeling him pressed so tightly against your cervix. “You may cum when you do, Baby.”

You whined. This was his fourth wind. It could take as long as twenty minutes before he came again. Your body was shaking with anticipation of release and your clit was burning. You wanted to scream and shout at him for being so commanding, but another hard thrust had me choking on your saliva.

“F-Fucking shit...” you cried out, your voice starting to go hoarse from your screams. “Please, Master..” you needed to cum so badly you were going to go insane. You did not know how much longer you could hold out. The slow, intense drag of his cock felt so damn good that it made actual tears stream down your face, not your forced ones. You opened your mouth as your tongue fell out and your eyes rolled upwards.

“Does it feel good, Baby?” He groaned. “Having my cock so deep inside you?” His hips snapped forward in another hard, deep thrust. Shouto then moved one of his hands from around your waist, sliding down to squeeze and flick at your clit. The feeling of his fingers without his quirk felt just as good as it did with it. “How badly do you want to cum?”

His squeezing intensified, causing you to throw your head back, your ears swiveling back to lay flat against your head and your tail swishing around wildly. You were a panting mess under him. Every nerve in your body was heightened and sensitive to the touch. “Tell me, Snowflake.” He ran a heated finger down your spine as he leaned down and nipped at your ear.

“Fuck, it feel so good, Shou.” you moaned out. “I want to cum so fucking badly that I’m going insane!”

Shouto bit down on your ear. “Cum, my love. Cum for me.” He gave one last slow, deep thrust and held it. The tip of his cock was pressed so tightly against you that you lost the strength in your arms as you came so hard that stars danced in your vision. The hot liquid dripped down your thighs as you felt Shouto’s third load fill you. He had wrapped an arm around you to keep you in place as he gave a few gentle thrusts. “I love you, baby. I love you so much.”

you smiled lazily as you turned your head to look back at him. “I know Shou, you called me your love in the middle of it all.” you whinced a little when he pulled out as you were still very tender.

“And you broke character by calling me “Shou”.” He said matter-of-factly, squeezing me against his body. “But I didn't hurt you, did I?” Shouto asked as he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Shou, I could have said the safe word at any time.” you reached up and flicked his nose. Laughing slightly, you snuggled against him, a soft purr like sound rumbling in your throat. Todoroki Shouto was actually your boyfriend. You were so happy when Shouto had come to rescue you from that nasty black market.

You were sure he was frantic when he learned that you had been kidnapped by Shigarki due to your quirk. Speaking of that auction. “You never did tell me how much you had to pay to free me or why you basically molested your girlfriend in the limo ride home.”

He looked down at me with those beautiful grey and blue eyes of his and a smile spread over his lips. “I didn’t pay a thing for what’s mine, but my father paid fourty million to have you back safely. And you did not molest you. I was just so happy to have you back safely that I had to touch you. Plus the limo ride was being monitored by the commity of the underground.” He pouted as he reached out and rubbed one of your ears softly. “You played along anyway, Snowflake.”

Another lusty moan left your throat as Shouto played with your ear. “Shou... stop messing with my ears. You know how sensitive they are. But fourty million?”

Shouto shrugged his shoulders. “I told Shigaraki that he could charge whatever price he wanted. I was not letting anyone else have you.” He looked down at me and you could see the possessiveness in his gaze. “You are mine. My rare gem.”

You smiled as you leaned up to press your lips against his in a sweet, passionate kiss. “Only yours.”

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