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.Request Page.

A place for my different fandoms brain rots

Platonic = 🌼 Fluff = 🌺 Smut =🌹 Lime = ⚘️ Angst = 🥀 Yandere = 🍁

Anime

Imagines.

(H) kakeru Sengoku - Her Little Merman 🌺

(H) Keishin Ukai - Assistant Manager 🌹

(HMC) Howl Pendragon- A Thing Of Beauty 🌺

(LOK) Mako & Bolin - Brothers Charm 🌹

(MHA) Katsuki Bakugo - Silly Nicknames 🌺

(MHA) Shota Aizawa - Villainous Love 🌹

(MHA) Shota Aizawa - Little Helper 🌹

Combo.

Incorrect Quotes.

Drabbles.

Oneshots.

(H) Asahi Azumane - Pregnant Hungry 🌺

Different Aus.

Headcanons.

NSFW/SFW Alphabet.

Animation

Imagines.

(QFC) Garrett Touch Says All 🌺

Combos

(A&TAE) Dimitri & Cale Tucker - The Tucker Twins 🌹

Incorrect Quotes.

Drabbles.

Oneshots.

Different Aus.

Headcanons.

Nsfw/SFW Alphabet.

Celebritys

Imagines.

Hayden Christen - Yn Moment 🌺 Jamie Flatters - Admiring The Interviewer 🌺

Henry Cavill - Distraction 🌺

Oscar Isaac - Wavering 🌺

Combo.

Jamie Flatters,Tedros Pendragon,Neteyam - One Room 🌹

Incorrect Quotes.

Drabbles.

Oneshots.

🎃 Colby Brock - Love Even In Death 🌺

Jack Champion - Past Experiences 🥀🌺

Jamie Flatters - Attention Thief 🌺

Jamie Flatters - Bakery Girl 🌺

Jamie Flatters - When Fate Intervenes 🌺

Stephen Lang Hard At Work. Prt 2 🌺

Combos.

Avatar Cast - Dream Come True 🌺

Different Aus.

Headcanons.

NSFW/SFW Alphabet.

Games

Imagines.

(BG3) Astarion - Love From Cold Lips 🌹

(BG3) Astarion - For Your Pleasure 🌹

(BG3) Astarion - Flaunting Treasures 🌹

(BG3) Astarion - Sweet As Sugar 🌹

(BG3) Astarion - Red As Cherry 🌹

(BG3) Halinsin - Size Difference 🌹

(HL) Sebastian Sallow - Dazzling Smile 🌺

(TLOU) Joel Miller - The Tiredness 🌹

Combos.

(BG3)Astarion & Halsin - Vampire And The Bear ⚘️

(BG3) Astarion & Gale - Love From The Gods 🌹

(BG3) Astarion & Harleep - Jealous Much 🌹

(HL) Sebastian & Ominus - Bros Before... 🥀🌺

(SR) Fratpack - Bare Claws🌹

Incorrect Quotes.

Drabbles.

Oneshots.

(BG3) Ascended Astarion - Truly Broken 🥀

(BG3) Astarion - My Darling Baker 🌺

(HL) Sebastian Sallow - Lace Me Up 🌺

Combos

(BG3) Astarion & Halsin - Lust Filldd Touches 🌹

Different Aus.

(BG3)God Astarion & God Gale -Praises From The Gods🌹

Headcanons.

NSFW/SFW Alphabet.

(BG3) halsin - NSFW

Movies

Imagines.

(HP) Draco Malfoy - A Bubbly Companion 🌺

(It) Bowers Gang - Plaid Skirts 🌹

(JB) Jennifer Check - Boyfriend And Girlfriend 🌹

(MG) Regina George - It's Me Regina George 🌹🌺

(MR) Newt - Second In Command 🌺

(MR) Gally - Soft Spot 🌺

(RH) Prince John - Fall From Grace 🌺

(T) Paul Lahote - Second Head 🌺

Combos.

(HPM) Remus & Sirius - Moon Light 🌹

Incorrect Quotes.

Drabbles.

Oneshots.

(A) Kane - Stop Your Breath 🌺🌹

(D) Harry Hook - Second Star To The Right 🌺

(FG) Walter Mckey (keys) - Cuter Then Puppies 🌺

(MR) Newt - Glow Of Embers 🌺

(TF) Santiago Garcia - Friend Of A Friend 🌹

Combos.

(TF) Santiago Garcia & Frankie Morales - Movement Of The Hips 🌹

Different Aus.

Headcanons.

NSFW/SFW Alphabet.

Series

Imagines.

(OBX) Rafe Cameron - Uncontrollable??? 🌹

(F) Savitar - A New Day Has Dawned 🍁

(G) Bruce Wayne - Taste Of Red 🌹

(OUAT) Peter Pan - Whisked Away 🌺

(SN) Dean Winchester - Jealous Much 🌹

(ST) Billy Hargrove - Addicted 🌹

(ST) Eddie Munson - Something A Bit More 🍁

(T) Jason Todd - Cold Stares 🌺

(TVD) Stephen Salvatore - The Classics 🌺

(TW) Derek Hale - Big Bad Werewolf 🌹

(VK) Ivar Ragnarsson - Tracing Tattoos 🌺🌹

Combos

(OUAT) Peter Pan & Felix - Princess Treatment 🌹

(ST) Billy Hargrove & Eddie Munson - High And Mighty 🌹

(ST) Billy Hargrove & Steve Harrington - You Wouldn't Dare🌹

(T100) Bellamy blake & John murphy - little convincing 🌹

(TW) Stiles Stilinski & Scott Mccal - Rain Check 🌹

(TVD) Damon and Stephen - Elana Really... 🌼🌺

Incorrect Quotes.

Drabbles.

Oneshots.

Combos.

(911) Eddie Diaz & Evan Buckley-Something To Look At 🌹

Different Aus.

Headcanons.

NSFW/SFW Alphabet.

Tag.List

@sweetirilly @neteyamyawne @greekgods15 @laylasbunbunny

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Who I write for/Rules;

This is a list of fandoms and characters I write for (some may be missing) and some rules, if you’re curious about a fandom or character please message and I’ll let you know if it’s someone I’ll write for or not! If you’re looking for prompts please search the tag Lokittys prompt list

THIS BLOG IS STRICTLY NO SMUT DO NOT REQUEST IT AS THE REQUEST WILL BE DELTED IMMEDIATELY!!

Please if you’re requesting use some manners, say please and thank don’t demand I write something from you

This blog is for all ages, do not be hostile towards any member of this blog as you will be told to remove yourself immediately and if you don’t I will remove you, hate will not be tolerated this is a safe space regardless of age, sexual orientation, gender/pronouns, disability and such

If you’re wondering about a request you have but you’re worried or confused if I’ll write it or not or you’re just curious please reach out through inbox or asks and I’ll let you know! I write both romantic and plutonic requests for a wide range of characters!

Some things I will NOT write include; teenage pregnancy, smut(or related themes), underage!reader x older characters (these will ALWAYS be plutonic either a parental or sibling relationship). If you’re wondering about anything else just message! 💜

Fate the winx saga

- Saul silva

- Farah Dowling

Avatar

- Jake

- Quaritch/ recom Quaritch

Criminal minds

- Hotch

- Rossi

- Derek

- Spencer

- Jj

- Emily

- Garcia

Castle

- Castle

- Beckett

Lucifer (Fox)

- Lucifer

- Maze

- Chloe

- Dan

Greys anatomy

- Alex

- Derek

- Mark

Twilight

- Carlisle

- Esme

Harry Potter

- Sirius

- Remus

- Snape

Marvel

- Tony

- Clint

- Bruce

- Natasha

- Thor

- Steve

- Loki

- Bucky

- Logan

- Wanda

- Pietro

- Maria

- Phil

- Carol Danvers

BBC Merlin

- Merlin

- Arthur

- Gwaine

- Leon

- Percival

- Lancelot

BBC Sherlock

- Sherlock

- John

- Moriarty

- Lestrade

- Mycroft

Black butler

- Sebastian

- William

- Undertaker

- Claude

Supernatural

- Sam

- Dean

- Castiel

- Gabriel

- Balthazar

- Chuck

- Crawley

- Lucifer

- Jack

The witcher

- Geralt

- Jaskier

Brooklyn nine nine

- Rosa

- Jake

- Amy

The good doctor

- Melendez

- Shaun

Friends

- Joey

- Rachel

- Ross

- chandler

- Monica

- Phoebe

Teen wolf

- Derek

- Peter

- Melissa (plutonic only)

- Chris

- Parrish

- Noah (plutonic only)

Doctor who

- 9

- 10

- 11

- 12

- 13

- River

- Clara

- Rose

- Amy

- Rory

- Jack

Lord of the rings/the hobbit

- Bilbo

- Legolas

- Thranduil

- Elrond

- Lindir

- Thorin

- Fili

- Kili

- Aragorn

My hero academia

- Aizawa

- Mic

- Dabi

- Hawks

- Midnight

- All Might (Toshinori)

- Fat Gum

Demon slayer

- Rengoku

Tokyo ghoul

- Yomo

- Uta

Durarara!!

- shizuo

Skyrim

- Vilkas

- Farkas

Ackley bridge

- Mr Evershed

- Mrs Carter (plutonic only)

- Mr Bell

The vampire diaries

- Damon

- Klaus

- Elijah

- Finn

the watcher

- Ryan

- Shane

911

- bobby

- Buck

- chim

- hen

- Athena

- Maddie

- Eddie

Downton Abbey

- Thomas Barrow

- Anna

- Tom Branson

- Mary

- Sybil

- Edith

- Mrs Hughes (plutonic only)

Kingsmen

- Merlin

- Eggsy

- Harry

Bones

- Booth

- Brennan (bones)

- Hodgins

- Angela

- Sweets

Buffy the vampire slayer

- Angel

- Giles

The walking dead

- Rick

- Daryl

- Negan

- Glenn

- Rosita

- Carol (plutonic only)

- Gabriel

- Aaron

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The full list of characters in the Bracket!

The full list of characters who made it into the tournament are listed under the readmore.

Ada Paige- Rhythm Doctor

Adam Parrish- The Raven Cycle

Adora- She-Ra

Aki Hayakawa- Chainsaw man

Alfred Pennyworth- Batman

Almond Cookie - Cookie Run

Angela- Lobotomy Corporation

Anthy Himemiya- Revolutionary Girl Utena

Arthur Lester- Malevolent

Aymeric De Borel- Final Fantasy

Benjamin Franklin "Hawkeye" Pierce- MASH

Bucky Barnes- Marvel

Buffy Summers- Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Burgerpants- Undertale

Carmen Sandiego- Carmen Sandiego

Carol Hathaway- ER

Charlie Magne Morningstar- Hazbin hotel

Chip Revvington- Toontown: Corporate Clash

Cliopher "Kip" Mdang- The Hands of the Emperor

Commander Peepers- Wander Over Yonder

Dana Scully- The X Files

Danny Fenton- Danny Phantom

David Jacobs- Newsies

DC/GOV- Welcome to the table

Dean Winchester- Supernatural

Dick Gumshoe- Ace attorney

Doppo Kannonzaka- Hypnosis Mic

Dot Campbell- The Wilds

Dr Charlotte Dubois- Falsettos

Emma Perkins- The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals

Five Pebbles- Rain World

Ford Pines- Gravity Falls

Fu Hua- Honkai Impact 3rd

George Karim/Cubbins - Lockwood and Co

Gilgamesh "Gil" Wulfenbach- Girl Genius

Gordon Michael Schwinn- A New Brain

Gregor Samsa- The Metamorphosis

Guillermo de la Cruz- What We Do In The Shadows

Harrowhark Nonagesimus- The Locked Tomb

Hera- Wolf 359

Homura Akemi- Puella Magi Madoka Magica

Hunter- The Owl House

Isabelle - Animal Crossing

Izzy Hands- Our Flag Means Death

Jaehee Kang- Mystic Messenger

Jafar- Twisted

Jamil Viper- Twisted Wonderland

Jean Gunnhildr - Genshin Impact

Jeremie Belpois- Code Lyoko

Jess Jordan- Succession

Jonathan Harker- Dracula

Jonathan Sims- The Magnus Archives

Jotaro Kujo- Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure

Keito Hasumi- Ensemble Stars!

Kento Nanami- Jujutsu Kaisen

Kevin Kandy- Spooky Month

Kim Dokja- Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint

Kim Kitsuragi- Disco Elysium

Kiyotaka Ishimaru- Danganronpa

Kunikida Doppo- Bungo Stray Dogs

Kurapika- Hunter x Hunter

Kusuo Saiki - The disastrous life of saiki k

Laerryn Coramar Seelie- Critical Role

Lamplighter/plight- OneShot

Larry- Pokemon

Larry Needlemeyer - The Amazing World of Gumball

Ling Wen- Tian Guan Ci Fu (Heaven Official’s Blessing)

Link- The Legend of Zelda

Lisa Cuddy- House M.D

Lisa Wilbourn- Worm

Logainne Schwartzandgrubenierre- The 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee

Loid Forger/Twilight- Spy x Family

Lucifer- Obey Me!

Lucretia- The Adventure Zone

Luisa Madrigal- Encanto

Maedhros Feanorian- The Silmarillion

Mafuyu Asahina- Project Sekai/Colorful Stage

Marinette Dupain-Cheng- Miraculous Ladybug

Marsh- Mistborn

Matthew Venn- The Long Call

Merlin- BBC Merlin

Miles O’Brien- Star Trek

Miss Pauling- Team Fortress 2

MK- Lego Monkie Kid

Molly Blyndeff- Epithet Erased

Mrs Doyle- Father ted

Munkustrap- Cats 1998

Nicholas Benedict- The Mysterious Benedict Society

Nishida- Yakuza

Obi-Wan Kenobi- Star Wars

Olruggio- Witch Hat Atelier

Pandemonica- Helltaker

Parsley Botch- Smile for Me

Peppino Spaghetti- Pizza Tower

Percy Jackson- Percy Jackson

Peregrine Mendicant- Homestuck

Ponder Stibbons- Discworld

Raphael Walt/Sirius Dieke- My Next Life as a Villainess

Ratchet- Transformers

Reagan Ridley- Inside Job

Reim Lunettes- Pandora Hearts

Retsuko- Aggretsuko

Riza Hawkeye- Fullmetal Alchemist

Robin- Smash Legends

Rory Williams- Doctor Who

Ryotaro Dojima - Persona

Sara Chidouin- Your Turn To Die

SecUnit- The Murderbot Diaries

Shang Qinghua - Scum Villain's Self-Saving System

Shota Aizawa- My Hero Academia

Sips- Fool’s Gold

Squidward Tentacles- Spongebob Squarepants

Stanley- The Stanley Parable

Steven Alen Starphase- Blood Blockade Battlefront/Kekkai Sensen

Steven Universe- Steven Universe

Super Mario Bros.- Mario Series

Susan Taxpayer- Susan Taxpayer

The Cabbage Merchant- Avatar the Last Airbender

The Captain- BBC Ghosts

The Elsen- Off

The Manager- The Hotel Podcast

Touta Matsuda- Death Note

Trafalgar Law- One Piece

Twilight Sparkle- My Little Pony

Vera Oberlin- Monster Prom

Walter Pensive- Hello from the Hallowoods

Will Graham- Hannibal

William T Spears- Black Butler

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F/O Masterlist

Okay, I'm at the point where I'm going to have to make The Big List. So this is just a list of everyone that I conceivably might post selfship content about, so if people need to block tags or ask me in advance to tag things, you're aware of the possibility! I'll do my best to update this and let folks know when it's been updated.

This is specifically a list of my romantic or semi-romantic f/os, since those are the ones people usually care about blocking. Maybe I will make a separate list for platonic/familial selfships!

Organized alphabetically by source: let's go!

Primaries

(I Have Posted About Them Before And I Will Likely Post Again)

Tate Langdon (American Horror Story - #my ghost boy), miscellaneous sideships with other Season 1 ghosts

Grell Sutcliffe (Black Butler - #don't fear the reaper)

Toshinori Yagi (BNHA- #sunflower time)

Shigaraki Tomura (BNHA- #my gamer boy)

Himiko Toga (BNHA - #bestie hours), includes a LoV polycule with Shigaraki, Spinner, Magne, Mr. Compress, Dabi, and maybe Kurogiri

Alex (Clockwork Orange - #clockwork siblings)

Penelope Garcia (Criminal Minds - #simpatico in quantico)

Jester Lavorre (Critical Role- #my sweetling)

Hoid (Cosmere- #like attracts like)

The Joker (DC/TDK - #the lover who laughs)

13th Doctor (Doctor Who- #my doctor)

Sun/Moon (FNAF:SB- #daycare squad)

Dirk Strider (Homestuck - #heart of hearts)

Vox and Valentino (Hazbin Hotel - #digital poison), includes sex work with most of the main cast

Stolas (Helluva Boss - #secrets of the stars)

Armand, Gabrielle, Lestat, Louis, Daniel (Interview With The Vampire - #messy vampire polycule)

Val Frizzle (Magic School Bus - #val <3)

Jonah Magnus (The Magnus Archives - #eyes on you)

Zero Rick Sanchez (Pocket Mortys - #waiting in the stars), may include other Ricks as the mood takes me

Death (Sandman - #death becomes them)

Delirium (Sandman - #eyestrain pals)

Cecil and Kevin (WTNV - #listener and watcher)

Tumblr (Miscellanious Sources - #beloved hellsite)

Non-Primaries

(content about these is rare or hasn't happened yet, but it might! Only some have tags, but you can ask me to tag any.)

Garfield the Deals Warlock (The Adventure Zone)

Iroh (ATLA)

Tsuyu Asui (BNHA)

Nezu (BNHA)

Aizawa Shota (BNHA) only in a hook-up sense but still worth mentioning

Laudna and Imogen (Critical Role), currently on hold because I only got 10 episodes into C3

Monokuma (Danganronpa- #my evil lil bear)

Celeste, Junko, Toko (Danganronpa 1)

Eventually I'll get through the other Danganronpa games and add f/os from those as well

L (Death Note)

Queen (Deltarune)

Judge Frollo (Disney's Notre Dame)

Captain Hook (Live Action Peter Pan)

Yuri (Doki Doki Literature Club)

Oswalda Cobblepots (DC)

TARDIS (Doctor Who: my partner ships with her, not me, but I might post content for them)

Fandomstuck f/os are still to be determined

Glamrock Chica (FNAF:SB)

The Creation (Frankenstein)

Garfield (Garfield)

Miku Binder Thomas Jefferson (Hamilton fandom - #insufferable pokelovers)

Minerva McGonagall (Harry Potter)

Severus Snape (Harry Potter)

Emberlynn (Helluva Boss)

Honestly the entire Homestuck cast is a possibility for me

The Devil (The Imaginarium of Dr. Parnassus)

Persephone (Lore Olympus)

Jonathan Sims (The Magnus Archives)

Michael (The Magnus Archives)

Gertrude Robinson (The Magnus Archives - #archivist my archivist)

Mary Poppins (Mary Poppins - #mary and me)

Minecraft Villager OC

Bert, Ernie, Gonzo (The Muppets)

Mae Borowski (Night In The Woods)

Jack Skellington (Nightmare Before Christmas - #my skeleman)

Haruhi Fujioka (OHSHC)

Calypso (Pirates of the Caribbean)

Erik (POTO)

Christine Daae(POTO)

Desire (Sandman)

Trencil (Smile For Me)

Rose Quartz (Steven Universe)

Charlie Bradbury (Supernatural)

Rorschach (Watchmen)

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What I'll write for

Oneshots, headcanons (All x reader, no ocs or canon x canon)

Some au's or themes I'm good with: Yandere, poly, love triangle, celebrity, monster au, etc. Themes I WILL NOT WRITE FOR ANY CHARACTER: Angst (Death of character or reader included), cheating, r^pe, abuse, certain Kinks (Non-con, bathroom kinks, extreme pain, etc)

In mature posts, all underage characters are AGED UP past 18.

Seven Deadly Sins

Meliodas, Ban, King, Gowther, Howser, Gilthunder, Griamore, Slader, Arthur, Helbram, Gloxinia, Zeldris, Estarossa, Monspeet

One Piece

Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Usopp, Ace, Akainu, Smoker, Coby, Mihawk, Doflamingo, Shanks, Benn Beckman, Marco, Kid, Killer, Law, Buggy, Crocodile, Cracker, Katakuri, Bartolomeo

Fairy Tail

Natsu, Gray, Gajeel, Loke, Laxus, Bickslow, Freed, Elfman, Lyon, Hibiki, Ren, Eve, Bacchus, Sting, Rogue, Orga, Rufus, Jellal, Midnight/Macbeth, Erik/Cobra, Zancrow, Mard Geer, Jackal, Zeref, Acnologia, Larcade

Vampire Knight

Kaname, Zero, Ichiru, Akatsuki,Hanabusa, Senri, Takuma

My Hero Academia

All Might, Aizawa, Present Mic, Vlad King, Aoyama, Iida, Ojiro, Kaminari, Kirishima, Shoji, Sero, Tokoyami, Bakugo, Monoma, Mirio, Tamaki, Shinso, Enji, Keigo, Fat Gum, Shigaraki, Dabi, Twice, Kurogiri, Mr. Compress, Overhaul

Hunter x Hunter

Gon, Killua, Kurapika, Leorio, Hisoka, Illumi, Pokkle, Silva, Chrollo, Nobunaga, Feitan, Phinks, Shalnark, Uvogin, Wing

Potentially Others, Ask. But these are the main characters. I do not do Females.

[thecrowcall]

Hey! I've never posted here before, so sorry if this is off or something. I'm 16 looking for some more My Hero Academia roleplay partners.

Some rules/info!

1. Preferably have discord

2. Be Semi-Lit to Adv Lit(?)

3. No OC's! I don't roleplay with OC's

4.I don't mind smut occasionally (Must be in the same age range as me)

5. I have no triggers and don't mind the use of upsetting topics in roleplay, such as alcoholism, drug abuse, self harm (Within reason, not romanticized or for attention) etc. Just no pedophilia, rape, or incest,

(The characters I play will be in bold and italic, characters I haven't played but want to are in only italic)

Hizashi Yamada x Shouta Aizawa

Tomura Shigaraki x Dabi

Jin Bubaigawara (Twice) x Atushiro Sako (Mr. Compress)

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I have not roleplayed the pairings below, but would be somewhat interested in attempting them

Platonic! Shouta, Hizashi or Nemuri & Eri

Platonic! Twice & Toga

Skeptic x Dabi

Shigaraki x Spinner

Nighteye x All Might

Stain x All Might

Inko x All Might

Erasermic + Midnight

Midnight x Ms. Joke

Plots:

BASIC

Vampire x Vampire Hunter

Demon x Human/Priest

—or Demon x Angel

Hero x Villain

Soulmate AU

Merperson AU

—Either Merperson x Pirate, or they're both merpeople

Teen AU

Bandmates AU

MORE IN-DEPTH PLOTS

Muse A dies, and in an attempt to save them, Muse B seeks out a villain to turn Muse A into a Nomu.

Muse A and B are hit by a quirk that swapped their quirks with each other, the two have to learn the others quirk while waiting for the swap quirk to wear off. Alternatively, Muse A and B are hit with a quirk that swaps their bodies, and they have to learn the others quirk while pretending to be each other until it wears off.

Muse A is hit with a quirk that makes them tiny, Muse B is tasked with looking after the tiny Muse A.

Muse A loses a limb and has to relearn tasks, while also juggling the mental strain of losing a limb, Muse B stays by their side in their recovery process.

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MY F/O INTRODUCTIONS

ONE PIECE

Monkey D. Luffy

Roronoa Zoro

Sanji

Usopp

Nami

Kiku

Yamato

Naruto

Deidara

DBZ

Vegeta

Fairy Tail

Gray Fullybuster

Erza Scarlet

Laxus Dreyar

MCU/Marvel/X-Men

Stephen Strange

Natasha Romanoff

Steven Grant

Marc Spector

Loki

Sylvie

Rocket Raccoon

Logan Howlett

Charles Xavier

Gambit

Anne Marie (Rogue)

Wade Wilson (Deadpool)

Cassandra Nova

Scott Summers

Agatha Harkness

Rio Videl

Vision

Your Turn to Die

Keiji Shinogi

Nao Egokoro

Rain Code

Fabuki Clockford

Halara Nightmare

Shinigami

Black Butler

Grell Sutcliff

Sebastian

Aot/Attack on Titan

Eren Jaeger

Reiner Braun

Hange Zoe

Levi Ackerman

Erwin Smith

Floch Forster

Connie Springer

Mikasa Ackerman

Doctor Who

11th Doctor

12th Doctor

BTTF/Back to the Future

Emmett Brown/Doc

Disney

Elsa

Rapunzel

Aladdin (live action)

Woody

Jessie

Buzz Lightyear

Ariel (live action)

Prince Eric (live action)

King Magnifico

Tarzan

Cinderella (live action)

Prince Kit

Judy Hopps

Nick Wilde

CSM/Chainsaw Man

Kobeni Higashiyama

Aki Hayakawa

Quanxi

TWD/The Walking Dead

Rick Grimes

Negan

Maggie Rhee

JOJO's Bizarre Adventure

Jotaro Kujo

Polnareff

Joseph Joestar

Mista Guido

BTVS/Buffy The Vampire Slayer

Willow Rosenberg

Rupert Giles

Spike

The Last of Us

Joel Miller

Ellie Williams

Steven Universe

Pearl

Lapis Lazuli

Jasper

Gravity Falls

Stan Pines

Ford Pines

Legend of Korra

Korra

Mako

Kuvira

Asami Sato

The Mummy

Rick O'connell

Fantastic Mr. Fox

Mr. Fox

Bleach

Shinji Hirako

The Bad Guys

Mr. Wolf

Gintama

Gintoki

Corpse Bride

Victor

Emily

Victoria

Invincible

Nolan Grayson (Omni Man)

Cecil Stedman

The Boys

Billy Butcher

Homelander

Mortal Kombat

Cassie Cage

Mileena

Jade

Li Mei

Kuai Liang (mk 1)

Lui Kang

Life is Strange

Chloe Price

FNAF

William Afton

Harry Potter

Remus Lupin

Sirius Black

Severus Snape

Lucius Malfoy

Bellatrix Lestrange

Newt Scamander

Queenie Goldstein

JJK

Toji Fushiguro

Blue Lock

Shoei Baro

Fall Out

The Ghoul

POTC

Elizabeth Swann

Will Turner

Barbossa

Jack Sparrow

Tomb Raider

Lara Croft

Jacob

Conrad Roth

MHA

Toshinori Yagi (All Might)

Shōta Aizawa

Kai Chisaki

Thriller/Horror

Patricia

Victor Frankenstein

Lee Harker

Joe Goldberg

Love Quinn

RE

Claire Redfield

Leon Kennedy

Ada Wong

Jill Valentine

Carlos Oliveira

Familial f/os

Billy Maximoff

Steven Universe

Anne Boonchuy

Zuko

Gabi Braun

Finn Mertens

Denji

Harry Potter

Shoto Todoroki

[knowlessman]

idfk knowless got a pokemon game and then got pinkeye edition, bhna s4e10-14

oh yeah it's the plague doctor faction, with the tiefling kid

"you need to heal up so I can fight you to the death properly!" okay so this punchy guy wandered in from dbz then

yup. lockdown got redshirted -- so vampire girl can create clothes with her disguises, but because this writer is the way he is, that doesn't mean she can just transform her clothes when she morphs? wheretf did she put them, then? also aizawa fell for that ruse for like 0.5 seconds longer than he should've -- also also I have a feeling deku isn't gonna get the news that she infiltrated a school to whoever needs to know in time (or maybe that was revealed to them ages ago? I forget)

handface: "no, I don't know how to play chess. take your fancy-pants stradgedy and shove it, I do what I want"

"I can only read the future once a day, but luckily I'm also Batman"

"but we don't wanna work for the yakuza!" "we're gonna double-cross 'em." "on it!" he probably coulda just said "deku will be there" and the token protagonist-obsessed knife-licker would've shown up in a plague mask

(twice and vampire girl got hypnotized into saying how their abilities work) …wait, "my clothes transform with me, but they overlap with stuff because I purposefully wear clothes that sabotage my own ability just so I have to take them off?" …the fuck

mr zone of truth keeps holding his gun by the trigger. idjit's gonna shoot his own kidney out any moment -- sidenote, I imagine this confession guy's quirk is very popular in fanfic

"ultimate move: phantom threat!" you can't fool me, subtitles, I know what I heard 'XD it's jojo all over again

maybe don't scream your target's name when making a surprise attack tho? -- running time? you got the girl, I'm pretty sure chisaki's quirk is touch range… run away time?

…togata's not the main character tho. they ain't gonna let him solo this. …probably. -- ayup. hella move on the yakuza's part, tho - oh wait no, the dart probably wouldn't have erased eri's quirk, that's just her own quirk. he just guessed that togata wouldn't realize it wasn't a bullet, I guess. or that he wouldn't realize that it probably (?) wouldn't have any effect on eri.

…ngl, they did have me going for a second. I wasn't sure whether togata had somehow avoided the effects of the dart, or was gonna just Karate Kid it and beat chisaki to a pulp without powers, or what

goddamn after-credits scenes. -- oh wait so the after-credits bit here was just preview or something. well, fucked if I know

I still say Nighteye's future sight shouldn't make him able to dodge perfectly since it doesn't give him the superhuman speed to match his opponent's. -- …and there it is.

oh right, he ate the confession guy. …huh.

"then who was the deku we just saw" I was wondering how he got up there that fast. -- "…how DID we, kronk?" "well, you got me. I guess we copied that other teammate of ours and used his pokeball quirk to dig our way out" - wait a minute holy shit this is a lot of quirk copying going on. both these two can do it, Ditto from Class B can do it, it's a whole subgenre of superpower, huh

…subtitles, tiefling kid has been in the opening and outro for this whole arc. she's the macguffin of the whole thing. I know who Eri is.

"I have to go back…" eri's homura. calling it. we're about to re:zero this whole arc.

nighteye you have rock where most of your torso is sposed to be and an arm off, how in fuck are you still talking

"eri rewinds humans, so I just gotta keep taking damage to balance it out so I don't overheal and turn into a monkey!" …okay??? I guess??? -- I was just thinking how deku's power is kind of like if saitama's body wasn't immune to damage

you, sir, are a resident evil boss

hehe deku's hair kinda makes him look like a Bluper Saiyan here

(chisaki's backstory) "that girl is a person. does that mean nothing to you?" and I'm sure you, a mob boss, would be saying that even if she weren't your granddaughter

"midoriya… he changed the future…" actually I'm pretty sure that was little miss groundhog day who did that. -- altho, I guess it'd be a little much to assume that her ability actually fucks with the time continuum or whatnot, given that it seems that it just reverts bodies to earlier versions of themselves. it is pretty wonky that the first thing it does is healing and the second thing it does is erase quirks tho, rather than de-aging, and we haven't actually seen if it has any middle grounds (like other kinds of de-evolution) between that and complete annihilation.

(seer's gone) huh. …well, he did have a big ol' spike replacing most of his internal organs. maybe eri coulda done something, but tbf she can neither steer nor control what she does, so (according to chisaki) she'd probably have just turned him into a monkey anyway

[katebushsbabushka]

Solitude Sometimes Is Best Society

Word Length: 4.6k

Characters: Shouta Aizawa, OC

Notes: This is based off a text post I made not too long ago about my oc x canon AU with Vampire Aizawa. I wrote this simply as an experiment for fun and decided to post it for the heck of it. Everything I write for this blog will be SFW, but I do give a warning that there is a lot of romantic tension in this drabble, so, if that's not your thing, you have been been warned.

Warnings/Tags: Vampirism, college AU where Shouta pretends to be a professor and falls for a graduate student in "his" lecture hall, 1950s style AU, oc x canon.

Excerpt:

“Professor,” her voice called above the others, and he noted how small it sounded in his presence. The girl was anything but quiet. He’d heard her argue in his colleagues’ classrooms, heard her throw fits on her fellow classmates in the master’s department. She’d nearly bashed his skull that night when Yumi had no idea that he had been the one who attacked her. Shouta had been used to people cowering in his presence, but something about the way this little woman became so twitterpated in his presence bothered him. The deer should be afraid of the lion that could kill it. 

And she’d gone and fallen in love with him.

Abashed the devil stood and felt how awful goodness is and saw Virtue in her shape how lovely: and pined his loss. 

His mouth ached. 

Shouta Aizawa looked over the horizon of his lecture hall, gazing at the mountains of different colored heads as saliva pooled in his mouth. Hunger was bad enough, thirst was even more unbearable, but the combination of the two itched so deep that his teeth felt it down to the very nerve endings in his jaw. At first, he could combat the feeling clawing in his throat by chewing on the inside of his left cheek. He could deal with the numbers –  the various smells acidic and tangy, cool and bland, dry and bitter lingering in a hodge podge in the air – and Shouta never once doubted his ability to ignore his own impulses until the door opened one final time.

Peaches. She smelled like peaches. He could always tell what students had eaten before coming into his class. The smell would linger in their blood for hours, never changing the base scent entirely, but rather enhancing or diminishing it. The girl – the woman – that had walked into his lecture hall smelled best of them all, an aroma that drove him mad, redolent of deep spices and salty, magnifying the already metallic scent and taste of blood. She took her seat at the front of the class, always at the front of the class, before she looked up at him with a shy smile. 

Her scent blasted him in the face when Shouta made an effort to breathe in front of his students, and he stepped away from her, fully aware of the slight falter in her features as he made his escape from her. In all honesty, she was a lovely girl and an even more delightful student. Shouta hadn’t been an instructor in eons, not since he taught in the emperor’s house centuries beforehand, but she was exactly the type of pupil he’d enjoyed: studious, polite, responsible. 

And, oh so, very eager. 

“Professor,” her voice called above the others, and he noted how small it sounded in his presence. The girl was anything but quiet. He’d heard her argue in his colleagues’ classrooms, heard her throw fits on her fellow classmates in the master’s department. She’d nearly bashed his skull that night when Yumi had no idea that he had been the one who attacked her. Shouta had been used to people cowering in his presence, but something about the way this little woman became so twitterpated in his presence bothered him. The deer should be afraid of the lion that could kill it. 

And she’d gone and fallen in love with him. 

“I need my test from when I was recovering. I didn’t take it, and midterm grades are coming up and—” 

Shouta fought the urge to gag as she walked up to him right as he decided to inhale. Really, if he didn’t need to keep up appearances so badly, he wouldn’t worry about it, the activity caused him more trouble than it was worth. He tucked his chin deeper into his scarf, thankful for many of the excuses colder weather provided him with before dismissing her with a wave. 

“Don’t worry about it. I passed you. Now, sit down.” 

“But, sir—” 

He launched into teaching after that, some lecture about vampires that came from sources that Shouta knew were only half correct, and the young woman dropped her head at the sound of his voice, her pen only doodling at the paper rather than taking notes on what he was saying. Although Shouta did his best to concentrate on his teaching, his eyes would slip away to Yumi every so often only to find her with her face buried beneath her indigo hair, her chocolate eyes slipping towards him every so often. He hated the look she gave him – that look of quiet confusion that she often leveled towards him whenever he was cross with her – and, despite the rumors whispered in bathrooms and hallways, Shouta did not like alienating himself from these humans. Being in this school only reminded him of how different, how inhuman, he was in comparison to these fragile souls. 

He chuckled to himself. Soul. He didn’t even know if he had one of those anymore. 

Lecture dragged on for its normal two and a half hours, and Shouta supposed that was the one thing that he liked about Fridays. He only had to see Yumi for two and a half hours before she disappeared into the dormitories to do her work, and the only time he heard from her again was Saturday mornings when he’d run into her in the library. She would never eat breakfast, evidenced by the lack of enhancement in her warm blood, and the meetings were fleeting little rituals that were tolerable. 

Finally, the campus belltower chimed five o’clock, and the students began to funnel out before Shouta could dismiss them, a gesture that would normally provoke him if he weren’t hoping that Yumi would funnel out with the rest of them and take her vibrant scent with her. His students left in droves, the smell in the room funneling from the lecture hall until one fragrance remained. 

And it was the most deadly of all. 

At max capacity, the lecture hall contained enough smells that Yumi’s blood was blanketed in with hundreds of other scents, and, while Shouta could never get away from the aroma entirely, the other bodies provided enough distraction. However, alone with her in this large room, Shouta could do nothing more than clench his teeth while his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat as her scent tormented him. “What do you need?” he nearly spat in her direction, doing his very best to keep calm. Yumi approached him, the subtle sway of a perfectly wound curl sending his mind reeling as she approached. Maybe one little whiff of her hair would be enough. One smell. That’s all he needed. He allowed her to get near him, taking in a quiet breath through his nostrils, his chest rising. 

A horrific idea, really. 

“Doctor Aizawa, I really, really would prefer it if I took my exam,” she replied before her words all faded into an incoherent oblivion as the light aroma of peaches and crisp, warm bread filled his nostrils. One of the sororities sold peach tarts in the student center on Fridays, and, damn it all to hell, Shouta could still detect the soft scent of the peaches so tangibly it was like he shoved his face into the smooth fruit and felt its fuzz. Shouta exhaled, the sound much more resembling a grunt than a breath, and the girl stopped talking once he did so, her eyes fluttering up to his through thick, dark lashes. “I–Is that a problem?” 

“No,” he murmured, though he felt more like sobbing the word out. Anything to get her out of his lecture hall and as far away from him as possible. He brought a large palm up to cover his mouth and buried his nose into it as though the gesture would do anything to block the scent. “That will be fine,” he continued, not even fully aware of what he’d just agreed to. She smiled. 

“Thank you,” she breathed, “it’s just…well, I…some of the others didn’t really think it was fair and—” 

“Watanabe,” he cut in, decidedly unable to handle one more millisecond in her presence, “I don’t have time to talk right now. I have somewhere I need to be. Now, have a good day.” Before she could utter a word in response, Shouta hastened from the room, breaking into a full run the second he was far enough away from her. 

*****

“So he just ran out of the room like an idiot?” 

Yumi nodded, her indigo hair bouncing against the receiver as she balanced the telephone between her cheek and shoulder. “Yeah…I really don’t think he likes me, Mami.” A voice blustered on the other end, muffled as Mami spoke back to it, and Yumi couldn’t discern whether it was her boyfriend or one of her female friends. She didn’t really care either way. 

“So what if he doesn’t?” Mami questioned returning to the receiver, “sorry. Hiro needed something.” Yumi shrugged, pulling her feet onto the couch as she once more adjusted the telephone. “There’s plenty of boys back home, not to mention the fact he’s a professor, Yumi.” Yumi shushed her, biting her lip and turning red despite the miles of distance between them. “Oh my God, Yumi,” Mami muttered in response, “Hiro doesn’t care about your love life. He’s probably not even listening.” Yumi held her breath before sighing. 

“I just don’t want Mom to find out.” 

“Hiro’s not going to tell on you,” Mami groaned, “and neither will I as long as you don’t do something stupid.” Mami paused in that way Yumi had grown to despise since telling her sister about her new professor before adding, “You aren’t doing something stupid, are you?” Yumi sighed, her eyes drifting to the setting evening sun through her apartment window. 

“No, Mami, I’m not.” 

“Good,” Mami replied almost instantly, “do you have the grades you need to pass his class?” 

“Yeah…” 

“Then I don’t see what the problem is,” Mami stated, “as long as he doesn’t start failing you for no reason, then who cares if he doesn’t like you?” Yumi nodded, the knot in her throat tightening. 

“Yeah, you’re right,” Yumi replied, forcing her voice to be steady and not to sound like she was on the verge of tears. However, for all Mami’s harshness, she was equally as perceptive and sighed. 

“Listen,” she said in a much softer tone, “he only teaches vampirism right? And you only need one class in that, don’t you?” Yumi nodded to both, giving a vague hum to signify her affirmation. “Then you never have to see him again after this year, so don’t worry about it.” Yumi gave a small reply of “okay” before she heard Hiro’s voice pipe up in the background once more. “Listen, I promised Hiro I’d go see a movie with him. Call me tonight if you need, but don’t worry about your stupid professor, alright?” 

“I won’t.” 

After an exchange of goodbyes, Yumi pressed her pastel green phone into its receiver before tugging her legs up to her chin. Mami didn’t understand, although Yumi supposed she couldn’t really blame her. Yumi had refrained from telling her friends on campus about her infatuation with their vampirism teacher out of embarrassment. If her own twin didn’t understand, how could she expect anyone else to? Her clothed feet hit the floor, warm both in her socks and against the plush carpet as she walked over to the window and peered out of it, listening as the wind whistled through the barren tree branches. 

Yumi listened to other people far too much. Of course, Professor Aizawa would have passed her for midterms without a second thought. She’d been attacked by a vampire for God’s sake. Any decent person would have done something like that. It wasn’t her fault the incident had happened. Nevertheless, Yumi knew that Professor Aizawa’s midterm pardon wasn’t the only reason the students were talking – it was merely the byproduct of weeks of observation. 

Yumi had never been good at concealing her emotions, and anyone who was around her during vampirism could figure out the depths of her infatuation for her professor. What had started as a running joke among the graduate studies student body, however, quickly turned into resentment the second everyone in the class received the results of their first exam, with many students claiming that Professor Aizawa preferred her to everyone else in the class. What was even worse is that everyone except Yumi seemed to be thoroughly convinced of the idea as well. 

Oh, Yumi had heard the excuses, the explanations, the reasons all before. She’d laughed when a colleague pointed out that Professor Aizawa never took his eyes off her, and her only rebuttal had been that she would believe it the day she made eye contact with him and he didn’t avert his eyes. She’d rolled her eyes the day someone mentioned that he gave her the most attention out of the whole class. She’d outright scoffed when she overheard other teachers mention with actual concern that Professor Aizawa looked at her as though he could and would devour her any second. 

Silliness, Yumi had thought, outright madness. The only thing Professor Aizawa looked at her with was disdain. The others were just jealous. That’s all it was. The man hated her, and Yumi didn’t even know why.  

Her eyes drifted to the clock, ticking away until it was only fifteen minutes until six o’clock, and Yumi sighed, gathering her bag from the floor along with her keys. It was better to leave now. Yumi couldn’t think of a better way for the man to despise her more than being late for her makeup exam. 

*****

Shouta swore he could still smell those godforsaken peaches. 

Within seconds of entering his office, Shouta had slammed the door into the wall, locking it with trembling hands before burying his forehead into the mahogany. Despite the fact Shouta did not need to breathe, he closed his eyes and took deep, shallow, haggard breaths through his mouth for no other reason than to cleanse the scent from the back of his throat. He remained there, forehead pressed against the door as sweat poured from his icy body, and the desire to wretch built in his throat. Saliva pooled in his mouth in thick strands from the roof of his mouth to his tongue before he swallowed hard. He remained like that for minutes until finally the ache in his jaw and tongue subsided enough that he could extricate himself from the wood and collapse onto the floor. 

His black hair hung about in clumps around his face, the half bun at the back of his head pushing into his skull as he leaned his head against the door. He had to eat tonight. Something horrific would happen if he didn’t, something worse than what had already happened with the girl. He covered his face with his hands, hoping his own scent would counteract hers. He’d eat some birds, maybe a stray animal if need be. Animal blood was nothing but a piss poor substitute for that of a human’s, but a beggar can’t choose a feast when scraps are his only option. It would have to be enough to satisfy him. 

Shouta remained on the floor, her aroma leaving him little by little. He’d always been attracted to savory tastes even as a human, and her blood only reminded him of the curry bread he’d enjoyed in mortality. The other vampires he’d been able to converse with over the centuries held that the best human blood was sweet – gentle like a dessert and never overpowering – but Shouta had never been one for confection. Perhaps it was the fact that her blood was so unpopular that drove Shouta to the point of madness. She was a little delight – appealing and special all for him and only him. 

He began to salivate again, and Shouta shoved all thoughts of the blue haired girl who sat at the front of his classroom from his mind. He’d do something stupid if he didn’t. 

Shouta rose to his feet, going over to his desk and sitting in his big leather chair as he examined the various test papers, essays, and God knew what else littering his workspace. For someone who only intended to stay for a few weeks, he’d become quite busy in his new vocation, and Shouta would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy the position just a little. He’d always been drawn towards the educational field, and there was something special about enriching student lives with his own knowledge. Most of his students were lazy little pricks who only came to UA on mommy and daddy’s money, but there were a few among his ranks that, if circumstances were different, Shouta would have befriended. 

He thought about the student who got into fights with the fraternity boys who thought they knew everything before he realized that was Yumi. His mind then conjured up images of the student who always told him good morning and good evening in the sweetest little voice before realizing it was, once again, the same girl. When his mind recalled the student who always shoved her pen into her indigo curls, perfectly messy and always bouncing with the slightest movement, Shouta shoved all pleasant memories of his job away and thrust his neck back against his chair, hoping the plush leather would somehow crush his skull. Maybe she was the only one he paid any attention to after all. 

Her blood. Her blood was tantalizing. That’s all it was. Shouta wouldn’t allow himself to believe any differently. Nothing good would come of it anyway. Not a single damned thing would be worth the trouble. 

Shouta almost yelled when someone knocked on his office door. 

Enraged, Shouta took to his feet, his black Brandy leather shoes creaking against the floor as his hand grabbed the doorknob so tightly he nearly tore it from its fixture. One rule, he had one damned rule that he expected these little urchins to respect. 

Don’t bother me after my last class. Come during office hours or don’t come at all. 

Shouta didn’t even catch the aromatic peachy smell until the door opened its first centimeter, and, immediately, Shouta shoved the door closed. “What do you want?!” he demanded to the girl on the other side, his forehead already breaking into a nervous, cold sweat as he held his hands against the door. What is she going to do? Break down the door? Idiot. 

Her little voice piped up from the hallway, muffled by the wooden structure. “I-I’m here for my makeup exam,” she called, confusion palpable in her voice. 

“What makeup exam?!”

“I–The one I asked you about, sir!” Yumi replied, “we talked about it earlier? You said I could come in…” Shouta’s eyes went wide at the declaration, his brain retracing every step until the point he reached his office. It must have been back in his classroom when she was babbling to him about her midterm. He dropped his head forward, his hair falling in front of his face, and he sighed. He had no one to blame for this but himself. His fingers twisted the lock on the door again, and he peered his head out just enough for a silver eye to see the young woman standing in the hallway. 

“Can we do this some other time,” he hissed, “something came up, and I really don’t have time for this.” Shouta’s harsh words were met with a quick blink, her eyelashes batting at him in confusion before she tipped her chin down. 

“Professor, I really, really want to get this done,” she pleaded, “you don’t understand.” 

“It can wait, Watanabe.” 

“Sir, please! Some of the students are threatening to go to the dean if you don’t let me do a retake!” Shouta’s hands dropped, the strength easing from the appendages as his fingers slid down the door. Concern shot through him, his eyes softening as his jaw went slack out of Yumi’s view. He remained still, his eyes still giving her a penetrating stare. 

“What do you mean?” 

“The others are convinced that you’re playing favorites,” she stated, “I know it’s crazy, but they think it’s unfair that you passed me for midterm without testing me.” Shouta nearly growled at her words, slinking back into his office fully. “C-can I come in?” Yumi questioned. 

“No,” Shouta barked at her, “wait there.” Once out of her view, Shouta pinched the bridge of his nose, closed his eyes, and lifted his head up to the ceiling. Leave it to a bunch of spoiled college students to come up with the idea that the top student was only passing because he was sweet on her. Great. Just great. His gunmetal eyes dropped back to the cracked office door as his lungs didn’t even dare to breathe. 

Maybe things would be fine. He could take her to the lecture hall or the library and administer the test. He could even sit behind his podium and hide the fact he wasn’t breathing. He’d spent centuries concealing his identity around humans that tantalized him before. What was an hour? 

He could do this. 

Shouta straightened his suit jacket and slid some of the messier strands of his hair back behind his ear before he returned to the door and slid it open, stepping into the hall to find her skipping around on the different colored tiles on the floor, and, for a second, he almost smiled. At the sound of the door closing, Yumi lifted her head, those dark blue curls bouncing absently around her cheeks before she straightened, her hands going behind her back as though she were embarrassed, and Shouta already began to regret his decision. “Make this quick,” he rasped, walking ahead of her by several feet while Yumi turned and began to follow with little quickly-timed steps. Although she made several attempts at small talk, Shouta only responded to her prattling with one word responses or noises, not wanting to open his mouth very much. Although he could still smell the scent of peaches, the smell was tolerable, ignorable even if he tried hard enough. In fact, Shouta didn’t have any problems with getting through the hallway. 

It was the last few feet before they reached the testing room. 

Yumi ran ahead of him, something Shouta didn’t exactly have a problem with in and of itself. As long as she remained a few good feet away from him, Shouta didn’t mind where she was. He didn’t even mind her getting the door for him, until her indigo curls bounced behind her, the strands of hair flicking toward him at close proximity. The remnants of the motion hit Shouta in the face, the smell intoxicating, and his eyes nearly rolled back into his skull, every instinctual muscle in his body activating at that point. 

In mere seconds, Yumi’s back collided with the wall, and Shouta’s face lingered mere inches from hers, and, if she didn’t know any better, she would have sworn the man grew five inches taller. His left arm pressed into the wall by her head, locked into place by his elbow, and, if Yumi had dared to look up at it, she would have seen how his fist trembled against the sheetrock. His right hand grasped her shoulder, his fingers digging into the flesh of her collarbone and pushing her further against structure. Yumi couldn’t pay any attention to the position of his hands, however; her eyes were locked against his, petrified by the sight before her. 

While Yumi had never gotten a detailed look at the planes of his face this close, Yumi knew for certain that his eyes were silver, maybe blue under certain lighting. Right now, his irises glared blood red down at her trembling body, and she couldn’t describe the look on his face as anything other than animalistic. If this was how he looked at her when she didn’t meet his gaze, Yumi finally understood the teacher’s whispers in their break room. 

This was the face of someone who wanted to consume her. 

Yumi almost said his name, made some attempt to speak beyond the fear choking her, but not even the tiniest of sounds would escape her lips. Fortunately for her, despite whatever rage he’d entered, he still retained enough of his senses to talk. 

“Get away from me,” he rasped out, his own voice weak with an emotion Yumi couldn’t

exactly describe, “please. Before I do something I regret.” He backed away from her a step, and, while Yumi knew the smartest thing to do would have been to run, she only remained frozen to her spot, her eyes studying him with concern. 

“Sir?”

“Watanabe,” he snapped, “go!” Yumi moved, finally having the sense enough to obey, but the seconds of delay cost her when Shouta reached for her and shoved her back into the wall, this time shoving his face deep between the juncture of her neck and her shoulder. Despite all of the lectures he’d given about the subject, Yumi didn’t attempt to jab him in the abdomen or singe him with the silver he’d made all of the students start carrying since the attack. She only tensed in his hold, her limbs ragdolling against him as her breathing picked up in short, panicked puffs of air. Shouta wanted to shake her, chastise her for not paying enough attention to what actually mattered during class until he realized why on earth would she? 

Until now, he’d been nothing but human – a rude, miserable little human. 

Even through the sweater she was wearing, Shouta could smell the peaches emanating in her blood, right along with that salty, savory scent he adored so much, his own little five star meal with dessert flowing right through her blood as though she’d been considering this. He breathed long, heavy, and deep, every muscle in his body tight, the veins popping in his neck and arms. His fingers trembled as his hands slid up her back and neck and into those curls he loved so much, the hair he often wondered the length of time it took to fix. It was just him and the little barrier of white fleece separating him from what he so badly craved. His teeth slid out, fully prepared to puncture through the fleece, his mind a whirlwind of desire and oncoming regret until something penetrated the storm in his brain. 

“Professor Aizawa…?” 

His eyes snapped open, his throat raw and dry as his teeth hung mere millimeters from her skin, his canines already snapping some of the strands in her sweater and so close to breaking skin. The sound of her voice, soft, scared, panicked but still so hushed pulled what little humanity remained in him from the torrent, his eyes regaining focus from the glossy state they’d entered. He hadn’t done it yet. As much as he so badly craved the liquid flowing in her veins, he still had a chance to walk away from this and return to somewhat normalcy. 

Somewhat. 

Shouta pushed his mouth closed, a great task considering his jaw became somewhat locked during a feast, and he ripped himself away from her neck. His left hand clutching her shoulder as his right hand gripped her chin and yanked her towards him, apathetic towards how rough he was being at this very moment. Her brown eyes were wide with fear and…something else he couldn’t quite figure out swirling in those brown irises, and he hardened his stare as his thumb pinched her chin harder. “If you know what’s good for you, you won’t set foot in my lecture hall again. Better yet, you’ll drop my damned class,” he warned, “you have…such greater things to worry about than a bunch of nosy adults.” Before she could even respond, Shouta pushed himself away from her, disappearing down the hall at an inhuman speed until he escaped down a stairwell, avoiding his office entirely. Yumi fell back a few steps, ultimately catching herself before she could hit the floor, her lungs struggling for air as her face and body burned. She watched him disappear, her hands trembling at her sides until she ran for the main door, her mind only able to form one coherent thought:

What on God’s earth had just happened. 

[oobiedoobiepie]

 Halloween Aizawa as a vampire!!! ( REDRAW!!)

Anyways sorry for not posting in a while

Og picture and sketch \/\/\/\/\/\/

[sleepyrouge]

love not given lightly

description: things are amiss and women are missing in your rainy, secluded hometown and all fingers seem to point to resident recluse, mr. aizawa. not heeding the warnings of the townspeople, you take up a job as an assistant on his estate.

word count: 6.3k

fic title: venus in furs by the velvet underground (shit slaps fr)

author's note: lowkey this was inspired by int*rview w*th t*e vamp*re but in vibes only. no characters are actually vampires lmao but that's all i'll say. also lost steam for writing this about 2k words in but i stuck with it and finished it (for better or for worse lol) so that has to count for something, right?

pairing: shouta aizawa x reader

content warnings: dubcon, manipulation, implied voyeurism, cheating, oral (m receiving, face fucking), spanking, namecalling, degradation, dom!shouta (ish), reader is in their early 20s, afab!pronouns, creampie, unprotected sex, dacryphilia, very dark content (18+/mdni/ageless blogs dni!!!!)

it’s an overcast day in may of 1822. you stand outside of mr. yagi’s general store. there’s a crinkled paper notice calling for help wanted at the aizawa estate on the community news board. you had always heard funny little things about mr. aizawa-how he had blown into town years ago and bought the property he resided on for cash. he was rarely seen about town and when he did happen to venture around, he was always followed by whispers about disappeared women. most recently, it was mr. yagi’s own daughter mina who had gone to work for him never to be seen again. that was last month and there wasn’t a single trace of evidence pointing to her whereabouts. it wasn’t entirely unheard of-girls ending up in the family way and needing to disappear until the matter was handled, but the girls, three of which you knew of now, never seemed to show back up. oh well. it was no matter to you and you needed the money and employment more than you cared about the gossip.

the very next day, dressed in your best outfit and hair pinned primly out of your face, you set out on foot to the aizawa estate. it lay across the small town on the outskirts and thanks to recent rain, there was a respectable layer of mud coating everything. the aizawa house sat in a grove of thick trees blanketed in spanish moss. tepid drops of rain coursed down your cheeks and nose from the moss and you brushed them away with your free hand that wasn’t carrying your suitcase. it was fairly presumptuous of you to come laden with your belongings to a simple job interview, but you figured that mr. aizawa was looking for a live-in assistant after all, and with the way he went through applicants, he wouldn’t have much choice but to accept your bid for employment. you were fairly certain that you could do a better job than the others. how hard could it be to keep one reclusive man’s affairs in order and satisfied?

you ascended the porch steps to the heavy, dark oak door, and pounded on it twice with the brass door-knocker shaped like an owl. not at all peculiar so far. you set your suitcase down beside you on the porch and wiped your sweaty hands off on the skirt of your dress. you heard no commotion beyond the door. maybe the house was so big that sound didn’t carry very well. as you were reaching to swing the door-knocker a third time, the door quietly swung open. the sight before you revealed a foyer with a high ceiling lit dimly by a multitude of candles. you saw no one until you went to take a step inside and were startled out of your wits by a tall blonde man with a prim mustache. certainly, this would be mr. aizawa and you could inquire about the job.

“who are you?” he had a voice that seemed not to match his appearance.

“i’m here about the job opening.” you tried to make your voice sound as amenable as possible.

“ah,” the man shook his head as if he had forgotten that he himself had hung the sign requesting an employee not two days before. “right this way to the parlor. i’ll bring mr. aizawa along shortly.” so this fair-headed man wasn’t aizawa after all. nothing peculiar. it would make sense that a man of mr. aizawa’s supposed wealth and status would have a butler.

you stepped into the house and immediately shivered, cold air going straight through the thin material of your dress. despite the temperature being moderate and lightly humid outside, it felt frigid within the confines of the house. in addition, it looked as if life hadn’t been breathed into the place in years. upon further inspection, whisps of cobwebs and fingers of dust hung from the corners and on the candleholders. you would have your work cut out for you. a glimmer of hope sighted inside your chest. this would be how you would prove your worth-by whipping the house into a well-oiled machine and turning it into the glorious attraction that you knew it had the potential to be. grinning, you followed the butler to the parlor. 

once inside the parlor, the butler turned back to you and motioned for you to sit on a green velvet settee that looked mostly devoid of dust. it was fleetingly strange to you that the only two objects in this room not covered in half an inch of dust was the grand writing desk across the room and the settee. rationally, you figured that mr. aizawa must be such a hard-working man that he didn’t have time to get much use of his furniture aside from the desk and settee. working and napping were things that upstanding gentlemen should be concerned with, in any case. there was certainly nothing wrong with that.

“i’ll bring mr. aizawa by shortly.” he bowed to you and took his leave. you smoothed out the wrinkles of your dress and sat, ankles tucked behind each other, on the couch. you stifled a sneeze. silently, you wondered if the previous jobholders were just that bad and that was why they weren’t around any longer. you felt a small sense of pride knowing that you could do better than them.

the candles in the room flittered as the air was disrupted by the door across the room opening. you stood, readying yourself to make your introduction to mr. aizawa. as he stepped into the room, you felt the air get knocked out of your lungs. now, you had never seen mr. aizawa. you had only heard the titters coming from hushed conversations about him around town. you had expected a portly old man or even someone who’s countenance gave way for such harsh rumors. you weren’t expecting a tall man. certainly not one with tantalizingly unruly black hair and tired eyes and fine muscles that you could just make out underneath the white shirt and smart black vest he was wearing. there was a scar just under his cheek. it gave you pause. heat rushed to your cheeks.

“i suppose you’re here about the job.” he asked nonchalantly, taking no note of how your breath faltered.

“i-i am.” you stuttered out after a moment. this was ridiculous. you weren’t foreign to the touch of a man and now here you were, trying to gain employment that you so desperately needed and unable to find your tongue. “my name is-”

“i don’t rightly care what your name is, yeah?” your eyes snap to his. his voice isn’t harsh, but there’s something about it just below the surface that you can’t quite put your finger on. it startles you to silence. “can you cook?” a nod of your head. “can you clean?” another nod. “can you read and fill out paperwork?” one last nod. “then i see no reason why you shouldn’t have the job.” you have no time to celebrate your small victory before mr. aizawa is turning to leave again. “mr. yamada, show the girl to her room.” he speaks to the butler easily before he is gone from the room again. you let out a heavy sigh.

in the proceeding weeks, it is relatively easy to settle into working at the estate. you handle the cleaning and cooking for mr. aizawa and assist his butler, mr. yamada, with tasks around the grounds. in the unobtrusive silence between tasks, it is revealed to you that mr. yamada has quite a dry sense of humor and it helps to while away the hours. mr. yamada easily sets the routine for your work and the rules that you must adhere to and you follow them without dalliance. you even take it upon yourself to create new tasks, recommending errands for yourself that make mr. yamada lift his wheat-colored eyebrows in surprise. it must have been so hard for them to find good help. since the start of your tenure, there hasn’t been a bit of silver unpolished or a bookshelf left undusted. even with the ever-present dim candlelight in the house, the estate is starting to resemble more of a home than a mausoleum. you aren’t sure how mr. aizawa feels about your work, but you’re still employed, so you figure that has to account for something.

mr. aizawa is a completely different creature from mr. yamada. he is a bit off-beat, opting to spend most of his time in his study that you are forbidden from entering. it had a myriad of locks on the outside so you couldn’t enter even if you felt compelled to. this banishment makes no matter to you since aside from the duties you are responsible for, you have free reign of the grounds. when it isn’t raining, you work on tending the garden and growing vegetables. the back garden is surrounded by a high gray stone wall that’s covered in ivy. you set your tomato plants there and they do well with the added support. you add your spoils into the dishes you cook occasionally and those are the times you silently look forward to because something akin to the ghost of a smile finds its way onto mr. aizawa’s face. if he weren’t so heavy, he would be quite handsome. sometimes, before falling asleep, you would lay in bed and try to imagine him without the air of mystery around him. to be certain, mr. aizawa is a bit odd, but you figure it’s just as good to leave well-enough alone and not enquire as to what he does all day in his study.

once a week, you set off early in the morning into town with a small allowance that mr. yamada gives you for groceries for the estate. you carry a small basket that by the end of the trip, will be bursting with rice and beans and fresh greens and the special tea that mr. aizawa always requests. orange pekoe. orange pekoe in a special brand that you had never heard of before. you aren’t exactly sure why it holds so much importance, but you purchase it and bring it home just the same. 

you always shop at the general store closest to the estate, just on the edge of town. it isn’t as nice as mr. yagi’s establishment that you were used to patronizing before going to work at mr. aizawa’s, but the shorter trek had its advantages. that morning, you set out with a small umbrella covering your head. yesterday, you had washed your hair and set your hair into curls with little strips of ribbon you had hidden away in the bottom of your suitcase. it was an indulgence for housework, sure, but always on the same day that you went for groceries, that night, the local boy from the stockyards that you’d been seeing would sneak in through the garden to see you. there isn’t much to him and you aren’t entirely sure if you even like him all that much, but there’s something nice about having a solid connection to town still. even though you swear you can feel a pair of eyes watching from a window as he presses your back into the cool surface of the garden wall, he’s a link to the life you knew that you cherish.

you entered the general store and nodded to the shopkeeper. she was an older lady and she always gave you the best deal on collard greens. they were something you hadn’t quite mastered how to grow in your own garden yet. you went around and collected the goods that you needed, no longer needing a list because you had it committed to memory. you filled your basket with the dry goods and took it over to the counter to pick up your customary tin of orange pekoe tea. the old lady started peering into your basket and punching numbers into her register before she spoke.

“we’re out of your tea, darlin’,” raspy voice. she wasn’t at all bothered about your, or rather, mr. aizawa’s tea, being out of stock. you felt a surge of annoyance at her nonchalance.

“do you know why?” your foot tapped impatiently against the wooden boards of the floor.

“not many people buyin’ it anymore. no reason for us to sell it if it’s just you buyin’ it.” the old lady stopped tapping on the register and looked up at you. “you might try mr. yagi’s store across town. he has a bigger demand for those types of things.”

“mr. yagi’s?” your blood runs cold at the suggestion as you hand the old lady the exact change for your bill. you hadn’t shopped at mr. yagi’s since going to work for mr. aizawa and you’d rather spend the night alone in the swamp than darken his door after working for mr. aizawa knowing that was where mina was when she vanished. still, you had a duty to fulfill. you didn’t want your place on the estate to be jeopardized simply because you couldn’t rise above silly feelings.

“mr. yagi’s.” the old lady nodded her head in agreeance and slid your basket back across the counter to you. you nodded your head in thanks and set off out the door to the other general store.

you took the scenic route through town, going by the shipping docks where you knew your boyfriend was working. you could hear the yelling and bleating of the gulls before the docks came into view properly and you wondered if you would be able to discern your man from all of the other vaguely disheveled men bustling around. young men of his age working their early adult life away tended to always look the same to you. you couldn’t decide if it was pathetic or if you craved it. deep, deep inside of your heart, you knew that instead of youth and playfulness, you craved someone with stature like mr. aizawa’s. maybe even mr. aizawa himself, but you were sure that would send you on the short road to unemployment if you were to ever act on it.

it wasn’t long into your journey past the docks that a head of black hair swooped in next to you.

“i thought i wasn’t going to see you until tonight.” he wiggled his eyebrows at you at the insinuation.

“you know tuesdays are my shopping days, sero.”

“yeah, i just never see you this far into town anymore.” he’s pulling a black bandana out of his pocket and wiping the sweat off of his forehead. you keep staring ahead, only stealing glances at him through the corner of your eye.

“the usual store was out of the tea mr. aizawa drinks. i have to go to mr. yagi’s from now on to get it.”

“oh, he has a special tea? what a pussy.” sero pushes the bandana into the back pocket of his pants and swings a dirty arm across your shoulder. you fight the urge to push it off.

“he’s not a pussy, he’s just a man that knows what he wants.” you don’t know why you’re defending mr. aizawa, but the sentence comes out before you can stop it. sero holds his hands up in mock defense.

“hey, far be it for me to make fun of that creepy old man. for all i know, he’ll kidnap me.” sero laughs and you roll your eyes.

“he didn’t have anything to do with those disappearances,” you defend but even so, in the back of your mind, you wonder.

“you know what i think?” sero stops walking in the middle of the dock walkway and you squeeze closer to him to get out of the way of the workers hustling by. “i think you like working for the old man. makes you feel like you’re playing house or something, huh? all the way out there in that big old mansion with nothing to do but cook and clean and play housewife?” you don’t like the way that you’re physically unable to meet sero’s gaze. you miss the way that he finally grins down at you and swings his arms around your neck. “i’ll make you a pretty little housewife soon enough, huh? a nice little housewife with a nice little house and little ones coming out of the seams. how does that sound to you?”

you smile up at sero for his own sake. maybe you wanted that at one point. maybe you still do, but you had a job to do right now and he was getting in the way of that. you stand on your tiptoes to kiss him on the side of the mouth.

“that sounds perfect, sero.” you paint a grin on your face to match his and he squeezes you into a hug as his foreman calls him back to work.

“i’ll see you tonight.” he whispers at you over the bustle of the docks and he’s running off, back toward another ship that needs unloading. you take a deep breath and start walking again. you try to clear your head of all the conflicting thoughts in your head. you needed to get a grip on things or you were really going to be in a bind. one thing was for certain, however, and you wouldn’t let yourself end up like mina and the other girls no matter how they vanished, so you steeled your nerves and made your way finally to mr. yagi’s.

the interaction with mr. yagi wasn’t bad, per se, but it was soul-crushing. the man looked gaunt and unwell, not at all like the brick wall of a man you could remember fondly from your childhood when you and mina would play together on the floor of his shop. it looked like it pained him to speak. when you walked into the small building, mr. yagi looked at you like he had seen a ghost and that was almost enough for you to turn on your heel and walk out just as quickly as you had entered. instead, you felt compelled by his state to stay and converse with him and that was when you had really started to feel like the dirt stuck to the bottom of your shoe. mr. yagi was broken and angry. angry at mr. aizawa for losing track of mina, for allowing something to happen to her without so much as a word of consolation. you could understand how that would enrage him, even as you hollowly tried to defend mr. aizawa. there was no saving his reputation in mr. yagi’s eyes. 

to top it off, mr. yagi was out of mr. aizawa’s brand of orange pekoe as well, so you went with a different brand only because you thought it might have been rude at that point to leave without buying anything. as you walked home with your umbrella curled up in one hand and your basket of goods in the other, you wondered if it would have been better to just return to the estate empty-handed. you didn’t understand why your affairs had to be so complicated today. perhaps it was punishment for things being too easy lately.

you returned to the estate and entered the kitchen, placing your basket down on the counter and your wet umbrella by the back door leading to the garden. you started unpacking the groceries, placing the dry kidney beans in their designated jar and the long grain rice into a container in the pantry.

“how was shopping?” you jumped, not realizing mr. aizawa had entered the kitchen. you turned to face him and you balked at the obvious look of amusement on his face.

“it was good, yeah, really easy.” you rambled, trying to get your heart settled back to a normal rate. mr. aizawa had the sleeves of his work shirt rolled up around his elbows and his hair hung in a low bun. just past his shoulder, you could see the door of his study standing slightly ajar. there was a bit of a commotion from within as your gaze jerked up to meet his eyes.

“is everyone still the same?” he leaned easily against the kitchen wall as you turned to finish unpacking to give yourself something to do. there was something about his gaze that just cut right through you. your hand ghosted over the tin of incorrect tea and you tried to hide it behind your back. it caught mr. aizawa’s eye and he smiled at you disarmingly. you relaxed your arm by your side. you thought he might no be too upset with you as he stepped closer to you to inspect the tin in your hand. “this isn’t my tea, is it?” he questioned without waiting for your answer to the previous question.

“it’s the only orange pekoe i could find. i tried two stores and neither-” you were cut off by your lower back being pushed roughly into the counter and mr. aizawa slapping his palm over your mouth. your breath caught in your throat as he looked down menacingly at you. there it was, the depth of his eyes that always lurked just far enough under the surface that you couldn’t quite put your finger on. he was scary. he was scary and you felt a tingle in your stomach all the way down to your core.

“i didn’t ask you if you had trouble finding my tea or not. i asked you if this was my tea. is it?” he punctuated each word, fingers digging into the skin around your mouth. you nodded your head from side to side, not once breaking eye contact with him. you could hear the blood sloshing around in your ears.

“stupid, stupid girl. next time i ask you a question, answer what i ask of you. i don’t care for excuses.” his lips curl into a cruel smile as he removes his hand from your mouth. you hate the way him talking down to you excites you. he puts the tin down silently and turns to leave. you watch his broad back retreat into his study and hear the locks slide home. it is only then that you feel like you can breathe again. 

in the months that you had worked for mr. aizawa, he had never spoken to you like that. he had always regarded you from afar and any pertinent communication went through mr. yamada. speaking of whom, you hadn’t seen since your departure to town this morning. you wondered if he was out hunting or repairing something on the far reaches of the property. it wasn’t like him to not haunt the house around the middle of the day. as you finished unpacking, you tried to keep your mind off of the whereabouts of mr. yamada and the way that mr. aizawa’s hand over your mouth made you want to rub your thighs together deliciously. it was sick, you thought, to enjoy someone, especially your boss, speaking to you with the same amount of venom in his voice as mr. aizawa had. to make yourself feel better, as you slid the incorrect tea into its correct home in the cabinet, you imagined your beloved boyfriend in the same place that mr. aizawa was. it didn’t have much of the desired effect, but it did make you feel marginally better.

to avoid any more potential conflicts, you spent the rest of your day out of sight and sewing in your board room. you counted time by the little pinpricks you felt on the tips of your fingers. pressing on the tiny, raw wounds of your skin helped to keep your mind from mr. aizawa and how you missed lunch and dinner.

when the sun finally set and the moon shone fully through the clouds, you silently opened your bedroom door and crept down the main hallway of the house dressed only in your white nightgown.

“where are you going at this hour?” mr. aizawa materialized from the shadows just in front of the door you used to sneak out to the garden in.

“i was just-” your voice was barely above a whisper. you crossed your arms over your chest to try and hide your indecent attire.

“going to fuck the boy climbing over the garden fence?” your face feels impossibly hot as mr. aizawa finishes your sentence for you.

“i-uh, he just visits me sometimes.” you stutter out, not quite sure how to save yourself from embarrassment. you’re looking down at your bare feet and praying that the floor might swallow you up. you’ll have no such luck, you realize, when you feel mr. aizawa’s thumb and forefinger pinching your chin harshly and pulling your face up until he’s nose to nose with you. he smells like sweet caramel and aftershave. you swallow hard and try to meet his eyes. 

“poor girl, you’ll let anything between your thighs, won’t you?” his voice is soft now and you probably wouldn’t have heard mr. aizawa if he weren’t so close to you. your heart hammers more persistently in your chest.

“i don’t know what you mean.” you try to make sense of the conversation, of the moment, and it’s only now that you realized mr. aizawa had backed the two of you into his parlor and shut the door behind him. his grip and his gaze never faltered. he leaned in closer, lips almost, but not quite, grazing yours.

“you think i don’t know everything that happens in my house? you think i haven’t watched you scramble down to the garden every week and watch that boy fuck you so…pathetically? you really are stupid.” mr. aizawa taunted you as you felt your lower back press against the cool wood of his desk. you couldn’t hold yourself back anymore. with his lips brushing against yours, it was easy to just kiss him. it was tentative and you were scared and you could tell that the fear was warranted when you pulled back and looked at the wolfish glint in his eyes. you were stupid. he laughed raucously in his chest and his hand that was holding your chin moved down to grip your throat. it wasn’t enough to prevent you from breathing, but the threat was there. his nose pressed into your cheek and you could feel his sweet breath fanning against your skin as he spoke again. “none of that now. none of that until you’ve at least apologized for getting the wrong tea.” you rubbed your thighs together and struggled against his grip. you couldn’t tell if you wanted to fuck mr. aizawa or run.

realizing this, mr. aizawa worked his leg in between your thighs until his knee was pressing right up against your core. his grip tightened on your throat and you ground your cunt down onto his knee. you let out a silent whine and tried to compose yourself.

“it’s time to apologize to me, yeah?” his eyes burned into yours as he pressed his leg more persistently against your core that was quickly, shamefully, becoming coated in slick.

“i’m sorry, mr. aizawa.”

the air in the room grew heavier, thicker. you weren’t sure how you were able to make the words come out of your mouth so perfectly. perhaps it was the prospect of fooling around with mr. aizawa. it wasn’t how you would have typically done things, but this could be better. he still had the same look on his face like he was the cat that got the canary. in the back of your mind, you still wondered where mr. yamada was.

“i don’t think you’re really that sorry.” he stepped away from you just far enough so that your bodies weren’t touching any longer. 

“i am. i’m terribly sorry.” you pleaded, hoping that he would indulge you again.

“you’re not,” he grinned. “turn around and pull your dress up.” you thought all of the oxygen exited your body. mr. aizawa must have taken note of the look of panic that crossed your face. “go on, now.” he stood, watching you with his arms crossed. slowly, you broke eye contact with him and tried to regulate your breathing while you turned your back to him. painfully, you bent over until you gripped the hem of your nightgown in your perspiring palms and pulled up until your skin was exposed to the cool air of the room. you didn’t have time to register the embarrassment of not wearing panties before you felt one of mr. aizawa’s large hands on your back and pressing your chest down onto his desk. you let out a little grunt of disdain at the action but quickly bit it back when you could feel his hard length through his trousers. with one of his hands, he kneaded the fat of your ass briefly. abruptly, you felt a harsh swat against your ass. you yelped and jumped at the feel. mr. aizawa’s hand held you steady. it didn’t hurt so much as surprise you. you stayed quiet for a moment.

“did that hurt?” mr. aizawa asked as plainly as if he were asking you about the weather.

“n-no,” you stuttered out, not sure how to answer him now, but you were cut off by his hand striking you again. this time, it did hurt and your hands gripped the edge of his desk. the sensitive skin stung where his hand had made contact. without talking, he did it again, and again, and again. by the time you were sure that he was done, your skin was angry and raw and tears leaked out of the corners of your eyes. still, you rubbed your thighs together and silently pleaded for something more from mr. aizawa.

“are you sorry now?” he drawled, leaning over your body and caging you in. you winced just slightly when the rough fabric of his trousers met your sensitive skin.

“yes, mr. aizawa,” barely above a whisper. his arms circled around your waist and helped you stand up, pulling you flush against his chest for a moment. you reveled in the way his hard length pressed against your back. then, he was turning you around again and kissing you hard. it was warm and full of saliva and powerful as his tongue dove into your mouth. you were beginning to feel drunk. you didn’t know why everything felt like it was behind a layer of plastic.

“this is what you wanted, huh?” mr. aizawa pulled away from you and looked at you as if he were inspecting you. you nodded sheepishly and there was that devilish grin again. he led you over to the green settee that you sat on when you first came to ask about a job here. he pulled at the now-wrinkled hem of your nightgown up and over your head. you stood and shivered in the icy air of the parlor. you crossed your arms over your bare chest only to abruptly have them pulled away by mr. aizawa. his eyes roved up and down your body as he reached to undo the buckle of his belt. you could only watch with bated breath as his pants landed down around his ankles and he stroked his length a good few times. you tore your eyes away from his actions to look him in the eye. there was something there that set your stomach on edge now but the desire that you were feeling far outweighed that. your mouth hung open as you looked at him for what to do-where to go from here.

“get on your knees for me,” he ordered and you heeded his request without breaking eye contact with him. on some level, you still wanted to show him that you were sorry, as silly as it was. your bare knees dug into the deep nap of the carpet as you patiently watched mr. aizawa stroke the impressive length of his cock. yes, it was much more than you were used to after all. “now open your mouth,” he continued, coming to pull down your chin with the pad of his thumb. you sat there with your mouth wide open for a moment, just wondering what he could be thinking of. abruptly, the head of his cock was brushing against your tongue and journeying to the back of your throat. you coughed and choked when his length hit the back of your throat but instead of giving you reprieve, he steadied himself with his hand on the the back of your head and started an unthinkable pace that had crocodile tears leaking from your eyes incessantly and muffled gasps wafting their way up to mr. aizawa’s ears. you balled your hands into fists and tried to focus on the way that mr. aizawa was gazing down at you. there was a fondness there after all, you thought.

he kept up his bruising pace for a few minutes longer until his movements started to grow erratic and he pulled free of your mouth. the world was spinning from the little oxygen you were operating with and you reeled from side to side but you felt a sick sort of satisfaction at the way mr. aizawa was using you, the lesson he was teaching you. maybe, you thought, he would keep you around after all.

mr. aizawa held his hand out to you and you took it, allowing him to help you up and lie back on the settee. you took a deep breath and finally felt all of the slick that was coating your thighs. you widened your legs just a bit to alleviate the sticky sensation and mr. aizawa took that as his chance to lay himself down in the valley you created between your legs. his face came to hover right over yours as he caged you in with his arms. he wiped away a bit of saliva from the side of your face. you could feel his impossibly wet, and slippery, cock prodding against your entrance. god, how you wanted him, and to hell with everything else. absentmindedly, you reached a finger up to trace over the scar on his face and he swatted your hand away harshly before taking both of your hands in one of his and pinning your arms above your head.

swiftly, his cock was inside of you and you cried out at the stretch. there was too much, too much, and mr. aizawa was pounding away inside of you like he didn’t have a care in the world. you could feel him so deep in you that you were sure no one was ever supposed to be that deep inside of a person, but he started rolling his hips so there was more delicious friction against your clit. his fingers dug savagely into your hip and you knew without a doubt that sero could only dream of fulfilling you like this.

sero. you hadn’t thought of him since earlier. even worse, you didn’t even feel bad that another man was making you feel this way. if he ever asked, you could probably explain it away as just being a good employee. it was as if mr. aizawa could read your mind, because he spoke gruffly in your ear through his labored breathing.

“wouldn’t it be funny,” he slid into you particularly hard and you yelped. “to fill you up all nice and full with my cum and send you down to see what your little boyfriend thought of it?” he smirked down at you and you could feel yourself nearing an edge now thanks to his words.

“y-yes, mr. aizawa.” you puttered out through the shame trying to make its way onto your face. he smirked down at you and buried himself to the hilt in you and kept rolling his hips back and forth until your fingernails were biting into your palms and you were crying out shrilly. you could feel your walls tightening around mr. aizawa as he gave two more quick ruts into you and spilled himself within you.

you laid there panting and sweating, fully spent, as he stood up and tucked himself back into his trousers as if nothing had transpired between the two of you.

“would you like a cup of tea?” was all he asked as he situated his shirt.

“i’d like some.” you agreed through heavy-lidded eyes and curled up on your side as mr. aizawa stepped out of the parlor.

you must have dozed momentarily because the next thing you knew, mr. aizawa was kneeling next to you with a fresh cup of tea and was helping you to sit up against the arm of the settee. he sat on the floor and still matched your height and pushed the warm cup into your hands. you nodded your head in thanks, hands still shaky from the events that had transpired. you took a sip of the tea. it was warm and it soothed your throat. then you took another. if this was the wrong tea that you had bought, you would love to taste the real thing. it was quite pleasant. you took a third and fourth sip. you couldn’t make out why mr. aizawa was staring at you so heavily. you took a fifth sip and your chest started to feel heavier like you were trying to yawn and you couldn’t.

”m-mr. aizawa, i think i’m getting sleepy.”

“that’s quite alright. can you lift your arms?” he looks at you sinisterly and your stomach churns. you try to move your muscles and find that you can’t. mr. aizawa rubs his rough hand against the side of your face.

“i can’t move at all.” your jaw goes slack and all you can feel as your vision goes black is him taking you in his arms roughly and moving towards the door that you swore, under any circumstance, that you would never enter.

[imasallstars]

The cover art for THE IDOLM@STER CINDERELLA MASTER　Cute jewelries! 004 album has been released and the album is set to be released on the 28th of September 2022. Alongside the group song, this album will also feature covers songs by each idol as well as their version of the Jewelries 04 anthem song.

Tracklist:

Tr.01　Chocolate? Lemonade? Docchi?? 　Lyrics: Katsutoshi Kitagawa, Konomi Fujimura　Music: Katsutoshi Kitagawa 　Arrange: Katsutoshi Kitagawa, acane_madder 　Singer(s): Yuuki Otokura, Hiromi Seki, Hotaru Shiragiku, Mirei Hayasaka, Chitose Kurosaki Tr.02　Ao to Natsu 　Lyrics,Music&Arrange: Motoki Ohmori 　Singer(s): Yuuki Otokura (cv. Yuki Nakashima) 　※ Ao-Natsu: Kimi ni Koi Shita 30-Nichi Theme by Mrs. GREEN APPLE Tr.03　my sweet heart 　Lyrics: T_T 　 Music: UZA 　Singer(s): Hiromi Seki (cv. Saya Aizawa) 　※ Tokyo Mew Mew Opening Theme by Rika Komatsu Tr.04　DISCOTHEQUE 　Lyrics: Ryoji Sonoda 　 Music: Noriyasu Agematsu 　Singer(s): Chitose Kurosaki (cv. Kaoru Sakura) 　※ Rosario & Vampire CAPU2 Opening Theme by Nana Mizuki Tr.05　ambiguous 　Lyrics: meg rock　 Music: toku 　Singer(s): Mirei Hayasaka (cv. Ayaka Asai) 　※ Kill La Kill 2nd Opening Theme by GARNiDELiA Tr.06　Anata wa Shiawase ni Naru 　Lyrics&Music: Maiko Fujita 　Singer(s): Hotaru Shiragiku (cv. Satomi Amano) 　※ Original by Maiko Fujita Tr.07　Mitometekurenakute Iiyo 　Lyrics: Yuta Yashiro　Music&Arrange: Keita Inoue (MONACA) 　Singer(s): Yuuki Otokura, Hiromi Seki, Hotaru Shiragiku, Mirei Hayasaka, Chitose Kurosaki Tr.08　Drama “After The Recording All Cute” Tr.09　Chocolate? Lemonade? Docchi?? (off vocal)

[fandom-collective-writers]

Requests are Open!

For this session, we will be accepting headcannon requests for both the NSFW & Fluff Alphabets! Please read the rules below before submitting a request!

Rules

Please select one character per request from our list below.

You may select up to four letters per request from the links below.

Please keep the same letter rating throughout the entire request (e.g. no intermixing the Fluff & NSFW letters in a single request)

Please send all requests in via the ask box.

Get creative and have fun with these! 💖

Also, please be as detailed as possible with your requests! Here are some example formats below:

Ex: MLQC, Victor, NSFW-A,B,C,D       IkeSen,Yukimura, Fluff-W,X,Y,Z

Prompts: 

           NSFW Alpahbet

           Fluff Alphabet

Fandoms:

Ikemen Revolution: All

Ikemen Vampire: All

Ikemen Sengoku: All (except characters not released in the ENG app)

Ikemen Prince: All

Mystic Messenger: All

Mr. Love Queen’s Choice: All

Midnight Cinderella: All

Obey Me: All (Luke platonic only)

Kings of Paradise: All

Romance MD Always on Call: All

Her Love in the Force: All

Kissed by the Baddest Bidder: All

Court of Darkness: All

Love Unholyc: All

Genshin Impact: All (young platonic only)

Twisted Wonderland: All (no nsfw for minor characters)

My Hero Academia: Class 1-A, Big 3, Hawks, Aizawa, Shigaraki, Dabi, Twice, Compress, Kurogiri, Shinsou, Overhaul, Hari, Eri (platonic only) (nsfw for class 1-A post high school setting only)

Haikyuu: All (nsfw for post high school setting only)

Tears of Themis: All

A few notes from the Admin.....

Though we try our absolute best, not all requests may get fulfilled.

More than one writer may fulfill a request.

Our writers may combine requests from the same fandom that have the same rating if they choose.

Requests will remain open until we feel we have received a sufficient amount.

We reserve the right to at anytime close requests for certain fandoms if there is a surplus, while continuing to accept requests from other fandoms. This post will be updated with any updates!

Our posting deadline for this session will be on March 31st.

Thank you for sharing your ideas with us, and all of your support!💞

Happy requesting!

-Admin Kristen

[midoriaww]

MHA Characters Halloween Costumes

Mr Aizawa: makes no effort whatsoever, comes to school in his sleeping bag, is dubbed Mr Worm for the rest of the day

Bakugou: blood, lots of it, perhaps holding a severed replica of Deku's head that he made just to piss him off or scare him, Kirishima teases him for the amount of detail he put into it

Kirishima: Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson but from the 90s (you know the pic I'm talking about lol)

Deku: All Might. Who else? lol

Kaminari: Pikachu onesie!

Momo: probs some famous politician woman in history or something (Ruth Bader Ginsberg)

Asui: kind of a dick move but could we dress her up as Kermit the Frog?

Mina: cute kitty or matching Kaminari's by dressing as Ash

Aoyama: a fabulous and sparkly vampire, or himself ofc ("why would I want to be anyone other than moi?")

All Might: he'd say he's gotta keep up the image of the symbol of peace so he wouldn't dress up but really he kept scaring himself everytime he saw his reflection when he dressed up as something scary, goes as his hero form just to welcome everyone to the party then hangs out in the corner watching his students have fun like a proud father

Principal Nezu: the literal devil, would act innocent and cute but we all know dude's cray

Todoroki: would wear something very literal or practical because he researched the origins of Halloween the night before the party, a shirt that says "I am not a human" to fool the monsters roaming the streets, either that or he's too scared to leave his house at all because he's a gullible baby

Iida: doesn't really get it, dresses as normal, everyone boos him (sad bro lol)

Uraraka: okay this is so biased but imagine if she dressed as Deku, and Izuku literally dies of embarrassment and thinks she looks super cute

Shoji: Edward Scissorhands or Doc Oc

Mineta: dresses as a spy or some shit like that just so he has the excuse to carry around a camera or binoculars and sneak around the room (bitch)

Ojiro: this is so fucking stupid but imagine if he drew a face on his tail to make it look like him and styled the hair on it like his - im sorry, either that or the cowardly lion from Wizard of Oz

Sato: Michelin Man

Jiro: Wednesday Addams

Koda: Snow-fucking-White, bitch!

Sero: Spiderman, yesssss

Tokoyami: would look super edgy as a plague doctor, and Kaminari freaks out because he's a SPC freak lol

Hagakure: John Cena lmao

[angelamajiki]

𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 + 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬

All Might

Breeding Kink

Bakugou Katsuki

Character Profile

Kinks

Tsundere Darling

Villain Darling

Valentine’s Day Love Letter

Cornering his Darling

Love Language

Breeding Kink

Darling Trying to Leave Him

Jealous Katsuki

Chronostasis

19 and 38 Prompt, PT.2

Dabi

Character Profile

Cat Boy

Love Language

Darling Says He Has His Mother’s Eyes

Valentine’s Day Love Letter

Darling with Tics

Bimbo Darling

Eijirou Kirishima

Character Profile

Bimbo Darling

Tsundere Darling

Valentine’s Day Love Letter

Love Language

Darling with Tics

Fatgum

Love Languages

Valnentine’s Day Love Letter

Breeding Kink

Hawks

Character Profile

Sneaking into His Darling’s House

Breeding Kink

Drugging His Darling PT.2

Force Feeding Darling

Love Language

Curvey S/O

Valentine’s Day Love Letter

Villain Darling

Building a Nest for His Darling

Infertile Darling

Hitoshi Shinso

Character Profile

Love Languages

46 Prompt

Using Aphrodisiacs On Reader

Izuku Midoriya

Valentine’s Day Love Letter

Breeding Kink

Being Bullied

Mirio Togata

Character Profile

Breeding Kink

Love Language

Valentine’s Day Love Letter

Crush on Witch Darling

Bimbo Darling

A/B/O Miritama

Mr. Compress

Cheering His Depressed Darling Up

Valentine’s Day Love Letter

Overhaul

8 and 45 Prompt

Using His Twin Sister for Science

Being Payment for the Shie Hassaikai

Present Mic

Valentine’s Day Love Letter

Shoto Todoroki

Love Language

Shouta Aizawa

Character Profile

Well-Behaved Darling

Love Language

Darling with Tics

Kinks

Valentine’s Day Love Letter

Breeding Kink

Pain Play

Tamaki Amajiki

Character Profile

Affectionate Darling

Stealing Panties

Agoraphobic Darling

Love Language

Kidnapping His Darling

Overpowered Darling

Soft Dom Tamaki

Bipolar Darling

Cockwarming

Valentine’s Day Love Letter

2 and 12 Prompt

Hiding Cameras In Your Room

Demisexual Darling

Things He Wouldn’t Do

Kinks

Motherly Darling

Dick Profile

Vampire Darling

A/B/O Miritama

Nibbling His Ears

Tenya Iida

Breeding Kink

Tomura Shigaraki

Valentine’s Day Love Letter

[dreamkidddream]

Dream’s Spooktober 2021!

*click for better quality cause mobile hates me 😤*

Welcome to my first ever Spooktober! 👻

It’s gonna be a mix of fics, drabbles, and scenarios (no headcanons I know omg shocker lol), just in time for the spooky season. Thanks to everyone who sent in suggestions, but just a heads up: there is ⚠️NO NSFW⚠️ sorry to all my people who thought this was kinktober, still too awkward for it lmao (but all of these won’t be fluffy like my usual content tho 😈, but I’ll post the right warnings like always). I tried not to have so many repeats but hey 🤷🏾‍♀️ here’s the lineup/Masterlist so far that I'll be doing (which might change if I get inspired by something else whoops 🌚):

🎃 Curses Can Lick Too || Mahito

🎃 Eternity || Vampire!Lucifer

🎃 Drop Dead || Witch!Yosano

🎃 Jumpscares || Chuuya

🎃 In Your Dreams || Belphegor

🎃 Pleasure || Incubus!Gojo

🎃 Trick or Treat! || Odasaku

🎃 Sing for Me || Siren!Leviathan

🎃 A Special Kind of Brew || Witch!MC and Werewolf!Beel

🎃 Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde || Yuuji + Sukuna

🎃 Corruption || Demon!Chuuya

🎃 Maneater || Ghoul!MC + Barbatos

🎃 In the Den || Half-Centipede!Choso

🎃 Just a Taste || Vampire!Dazai + Vampire!Fyodor

🎃 Snake Eyes || Naga!Inumaki

🎃 Delusional || Junichiro

🎃 A Different Kind of Tail || Dragon!MC + Mammon

🎃 Final Girl || Slasher!Nanami

🎃 Tangled || Arachne!Aizawa

🎃 Happy Birthday Diavolo! || Diavolo

Again, thanks to everyone who sent in suggestions! And I’m not gonna lie, I am not gonna lie and say that I’ll be posting 31 days straight cause that’s a quick way to burn out 😭 but I will definitely try to have my uploads be consistent. Happy Spooktober 😏🎃

- Dream 💫