#multiverse monarch smut

[celestiaras]

‧₊˚✧ ❛[ dragged in by the current ]❜

━━━ .°˖✧ requested by 🌼anon ˚₊ ⊹

ft. monarch x f! reader — indie vtubers

╰₊✧ a siren finds you alone at the beach┊1.5k words

kinktober 2024: oct 5. hypnotism

contains: smut!! dom monarch & sub reader┊dubcon due to hypnotism, receiving oral, beach sex, mentions of the reader suffering from depression

➤ author's note: monarch is everything to me, we need more fics of her (thank you for requesting this btw anon, i owe you my life)

you were incredibly lucky to find this little secluded spot on a public beach with no screaming children or trash littered about, just the warmth of the sun against your skin and the calming sound of the waves crashing into each other as you lay out on your striped towel in peace with the water brushing over your feet. it felt like forever since you were able to get a moment to yourself, your eyes drifted shut and your muscles relaxed with a sigh.

despite being in paradise at the moment, it was difficult to get your mind off of the inexplicable sadness lingering in the back of your mind which dug hollowness into your chest. you never liked the silence, yet you still turned your phone on ‘do not disturb’ and tried to clear your head, you spent a good amount of money to get here and you fully intended to make the most of it before returning home renewed. 

and then you heard her in the distance, as the sky dimmed to a gray hue and the ocean stilled, a soft lullaby singing words of love and tragedy. you sat up and removed your sunglasses, looking around to find the source of the mysterious song. there was no one there, so you simply sighed and shook your head. you needed this vacation more than you thought, you were really out here hearing things that weren’t there.

except once you opened your eyes again, you yelped in surprise and your entire body jolted back. there in front of you was the sudden appearance of a woman with flowing silver-blue hair and deep eyes that matched the color of the ocean, seeming to pierce through you with a strange and excited smile on her lips. shimmering scales were littered all over her pale skin, clustering together near her waist until it transitioned into a mermaid’s tail in place of legs.

“hi!” she cheerfully started casually, her voice pitched and honey-sweet as if she wasn’t a mythological creature come to life. “what’s a cute thing like you doing out here all by yourself?”

your jaw was hung agape, unsure what to say, eyes darting all over her body in pure shock. the rational part of you was trying to suggest that she was merely dressed up in a costume and was pulling a prank of sorts, but there was a twisting feeling in your gut that you weren’t talking to a human right now. “uh… you’re a mermaid?” 

“siren, actually!” she corrected, twirling a strand of her hair which was slightly brittle from prolonged exposure (probably lifelong) to saltwater. “you know, typical pretty fish lady who sings songs and stuff— you didn’t answer my question, by the way!”

it was only something she was asking to start a conversation, but she knew the answer as her kind has the innate instinct of sensing when a human was suffering from a broken heart. although she has to admit, that even before she spotted you in the distance, the current was already dragging her in your direction. perhaps this is fate? 

“i-i…” you blinked a few times and swallowed, remembering something from high school literature class when you heard sirens luring sailors to their deaths before eating them or something. “i-i should go…”

“nonsense!” something about the way she said that made you freeze in place, panicking as you realized you couldn’t move your limbs in your haste to pack up your things and get away. her hands found their way to your face, cupping your cheek and turning your head to look back at her, absolutely mesmerized by her beauty. “you’re staying here with me— i bet i could fix whatever is troubling you~.”

she licked her lips enticingly, using her thumb to part yours and dragging it on your tongue. you couldn’t protest or do anything, feeling as if you were watching this entire thing through the lens of a camera. yet there was a part of you that still desired the attention of this mythically beautiful being, feeling your heat beginning to throb under her hypnotic gaze. 

“call me monarch, sweetheart,” she purred. 

it made you wonder if she was royalty of some sort, the queen of these waters with butterfly motif jewelry dangling from gold chains and enchanted you even more. your eyes fluttered shut as you allowed her to kiss you, tasting the salt clinging to her soft lips and the rationality of your mind melting away.

you were now putty by her touch, malleable to be shaped in any way she wished— just how she liked it. 

her hands wandered over your body, being mindful of any sunburns you might have and undoing the top of your bikini until it dropped in your lap to reveal your tits. it’s not like it was covering much anyways with the way it clung to your skin and left your perk nipples poking through the thin soaked fabric. her slender fingers experimentally pinched them and hummed in thought, “hmm, not as nice as mine— obviously— but not bad for a human~”

you didn’t say anything in return, unsure if she was trying to compliment you or not. your head was swimming in some mixture of confusion and lust as you whined out her name in soft sighs, “monarch…”

“ooh, i love the way you say my name, darling~” she giggled, “it just rolls off your tongue so naturally, the sounds you make are so cute… i wanna hear more of them…” her unnaturally sharp nails trailed down to draw a line down your torso and making you shiver in fear that you would be wounded, tugging on the elastic band to pull down the bottoms and tossing them off to the side. “don’t need that…” she murmured in a sing-songy voice. 

instinctively, you tried to close your legs in embarrassment at how intently she was staring, but she wasn’t having any of it and roughly placed her hands on your thighs to push them apart. “no, no, no, no. don’t try to hide from me…”

each command she gave you was like a switch flipped in your brain as you obeyed her without question, allowing them to spread somewhat against your nervous will and letting her inspect your most intimate area. you couldn’t tell if the look in her eyes was lewd or curious, if she wanted to devour you whole or study your anatomy before that— what was siren anatomy even like? there were so many questions running through your mind, ones which you knew would never be answered.

she dipped her head down to taste you, swirling her tongue around your needy clit and smiling when you moaned in response. “are you sure you aren’t a siren yourself? could’ve had me fooled…” she’s so nonchalant like preying on young women alone on the beach was a pastime she’s done often. you wouldn’t be surprised, even without the power she has over you, it would be nearly impossible to say no to someone as beautiful as she.

you were taken by her hypnotic aura and simply under her spell, hands digging into the gritty sand because you were too afraid to tangle them in her hair. you couldn’t remember the last time you felt this good with electricity shooting through your veins and an unfamiliar buzz of pleasure spreading throughout your body like wildfire, her name being wept like prayer as she sucked on your delicate little pearl and her nails digging into the fat of your thighs. 

“‘m close…”

“already? i didn’t think such a lovely girl like you was so neglected,” she teased against your spit and slicked cunt, the vibrations sending straight to your center and making you gasp. “or maybe i’m just that good?” you couldn’t answer, as if your voice was caught in your throat, which made her giggle, “you’re so cute, come on baby, let go for me…”

the tightening knot in your abdomen finally snapped as she directed you to, gushing like a fountain all over her lower mouth and crying out her name. you shivered when she continued to eat you out through your orgasm, licking up every last drop like it was the sweetest nectar she’d ever tasted. 

monarch lifted her head to kiss you once again, full of passion and longing. this time you could taste yourself clinging to her soft lips and overpowering the salt from earlier, and you found yourself needing more of you. you weren’t sure if you wanted more of her physically or wanted to learn more about her, but it wasn’t a wish she was willing to grant you.

“such a shame that all good things must come to an end…”

when you finally came back to (you have no idea what happened, it was like you fell asleep and woke up in a split second), she was gone like a fleeting dream, leaving you alone and nude on the beach with marks in your skin and a strange sense of satisfaction as the only traces of her existence. were you just pent up all this time? you had a suspicion that this wouldn’t be your last meeting with her, so you quickly scrambled to gather your bearings with a plan forming in mind to head to the local library the next day to do some research on what you just experienced.

request [ -Being hypnotised by siren monarch and maybe getting eaten out by her ?—🌼anon— ]

[be-mariethesea]

*Gets on stage*

*clears throat* HELLO GUYS, GALS, AND PALS!!!!

My brain and I decided that I will be making a multiverse Snape variant fanfic(s).

This also means that my current fanfic Half-Blood Monarch which was previously called Dual Leveling is also a part of the multiverse.

I’ve been working on Half-Blood Monarch for well over a year now soon about to be 2 years. I made some changes here and there but essentially there will be a LOT of stuff happening. (Smut included)

The multiverse idea won’t make sense for the story as you read. You’ll need to read the other fanfics to place the missing parts together.

That being said, the story hasn’t been released yet. I PROMISE IM DOING MY BEST TO FINISH IT UP!!! 😅😅😅🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

Until then my precious!

*dramatic bow before running to a closed door*

DAMMIT!

[domxmarvel]

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[13atoms]

Knowledge (Dh!Doctor x Reader) pt. 3

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[Smut] (The third part of this fic owes its life to @plethora-of-imagines and @wonders-of-the-multiverse, because i was literally about to have a tantrum over this thing. Thank you, you lovely people!)

Throwing the blanket and basket aside in the console room, he brought you into his previously-off-limits room, and his fantasies echoed in your head.            

He’d fucked his own hand here, thinking about you.

It made you heat up to think about as you took in the space, the bookshelves, the jumpers and dressing gowns strewn messily on the floor. He started to pick them up, apologising, and you giggled at him. Walking up behind him, you wrapped your arms around his waist, giving him a comforting squeeze before stripping his coat and jumper off.

You spun him to face you, once the layers had been thrown aside, and you could see his nervousness.

“It’s been a while, I mean, my last body didn’t…”

“It’s okay.”

A past self of his would have been far more comfortable with this. From his stories, he used to be quite the flirt. Perhaps he might have already confessed his feelings, in a more open body.

It was funny, hearing him talk about himself like a stranger, mortified at his stories of kissing monarchs and writers. He’d been drunk when you got the ‘virgin queen’ story out of him, and he’d been embarrassed for days after. You still made jokes about it.

“As long as you’re comfortable, we can go slowly,” you promised.

He mumbled thanks, before pulling you back to him, just holding you.

“It sounds like you’ve experimented a fair bit with this body, anyway.”

He buried his face in your neck with a groan, stopping you from removing your shirt. You laughed.

“Sorry. Couldn’t resist.”

He didn’t have a quip in response. You buried on hand in his hair, tugging lightly.

“Can you really smell me? When I’m in my room?”

“Hm. Sometimes. It’s a different sense thing, pheromones.”

“Shit. I always tried to be quiet, but I never thought about pheromones.”

From his groan into your shoulder, he knew what you were talking about. The Master hadn’t been lying.

As you’d hoped, your boldness brought him out of his embarrassment a little, and he stepped back to watch you strip. In just underwear, you led him to his own bed, pulling him down on top of you.  

You unfastened your bra and threw it aside with a little wriggling, and he grinned like a teenager. With a little guidance, his head found your breast, and you groaned encouragement as he slowly gained confidence, sucking at the skin.

“That’s so good,” you praised. “Can I take your shirt off?”

His eyes were glassy as he leant back and removed the buttoned shirt himself, letting you sit up and help with the lowest few buttons. He made quick work of taking off his undershirt too, tossing it aside. You ran your hands over his chest, like you’d been longing to since your trip to the water park all those months ago, and he looked embarrassed at your attention.

The Doctor covered himself a little, and you pressed a kiss to his chest.

“It’s just me,” you promised.

“Exactly!”

You smiled.

“You’re sure this is okay?”

“Yep! All good. Great.”

“You don’t have to do this, if you don’t want it.”

You looked up at him, trying to spot any regret or concern in his face.

“I want this.”

The firmness of his tone made you smile, and you hugged him around his waist. His arms reached around your bare torso, returning the hug even as you were too low to cuddle properly.

“Come lie down,” you encouraged, mumbling against his chest.

He let you go and lay beside you on the silky sheets. At the same level, you could see the lust on his face. You leant forward, hoping to bruise his parted lips, hoping to reassure him.

Your lips worked their way down his jaw, down his neck, not quite leaving marks but rough nonetheless.

“This good?”

“Really good,” he confirmed.

Annoyingly coherent.

When you reached the fastening of his trousers you looked up for permission, and he undid them himself, raising his hips so you could pull the clothing off him.

The Doctor left his boxers in place, so you worked over them. You first pressed your lips along his waistband, and then followed the line of his hip inwards, frustratingly light over the fabric of his underwear. You felt him shudder as you got close to the bulge of his cock, but you refused to give him any friction.

Human enough, and certainly aroused, if earth biology was anything to go by.

“Good?”

He grunted in reply. Much better.

“Tell me.”

“So good,” he groaned.

“You want more?”

The Doctor nodded, fingers clutching at his thighs, and you let your mouth rest on his cock. He grunted at how your lips moved as you hummed, a wet spot forming on the fabric from your spit.

“Tell me, Doctor.”

“Please.”

You sat up, removing the heat of your mouth from him, and he groaned.

“You’re teasing me,” he decided, moving his arms to frame his head, resting back on them.

“Am I?”

You removed your underwear, throwing them, wet, beside his elbow. He could smell them, you were sure.

He finally shoved his boxers down his thighs, and you helped him remove them completely, dipping your mouth dangerously close to his tip. You caught him craning his head to watch.

Even with both of you now naked, The Doctor was still frustratingly uninvolved. Lust painted his features, but he barely moved. It was hard not to feel sensitive, unwanted. You moved up to straddle his hips, wishing he’d give you friction, attention, anything.

Your fingers snaked down your own torso, settling between your own legs, preparing yourself. He watched fervently, and you were sure he could feel your wetness on his stomach where you straddled him. You let your head roll forwards as you worked your clit, slid two fingers into yourself and pumped. You curled forward with a moan, and suddenly there were hands on you.

Like a man possessed The Doctor had finally jumped into action. You wound up on your back on the bed, in his place, as he tugged your hips up his thighs with a strength you often forgot he possessed.

At your noise of surprise, he pressed a finger inside of you.

“Muscle memory coming back?” you teased.

He raised an eyebrow at you, giving you a cheeky smile usually reserved for just before running for your lives.

“Something like that.”

With no more teasing, no more foreplay, he pushed into you. You hissed. Instantly, one hand reached for yours.

“Sorry. Are you okay?”

You wanted to cry at him holding your hand while he was halfway inside of you, to tell him he was the sweetest time travelling alien in the universe.

“I’m okay,” you promised.

Two fingers fumbled over your clit for a moment, pleasure outweighing the pressure of him inside you until you were relaxed enough to pull at his hand, trying to convince him to thrust into you.

“I didn’t meant to freeze, I just wanted you to have control, and I –”

“Fuck me, please.”

He held your hips up to his as he stood, thrusting in an out of you, the headrush from the angle making everything more intense. He was vocal, grunting, moaning, and you could savour those noises forever.

Praise helped, too. With every confession, every ‘oh my god, Doctor!’ he would whine, fucking deeper and harder inside of you. You tightened around him, hands on your own breasts, and he could barely watch for longer than a second, so overwhelmed.

You saw the clench of his jaw, how he was struggling to keep his pace. He groaned, opening his eyes, and you smiled indulgently at his desperation.

“I’m close – ”

“It’s okay,” you encouraged.

For a moment he fought it, muscles clenching and hands about to bruise your thighs from their tight grip, before coming inside you with a gasp. He held himself deep inside you, primal and needy, as he climaxed. The Doctor shuddered groaning your name.

While his eyes were screwed shut, you reached for where the two of you were conjoined, slipping over your clit. You tightened around him from the pleasure of it, and he suddenly pulled out of you, pushing your hand away.

You whined, wanting to finish, watching in bafflement as he knelt on the ground. You helped him drag you to the edge of the bed, so his mouth could cover your clit.

While you were filled with his cum, he worked you with his tongue until you couldn’t do anything but scream his name. When you finally came, overwhelmed and hips cradled in his hands, you kicked him away. He laughed and acquiesced, leaning back with the gentle foot on his shoulder, giving you space while you recovered. He licked his lips clean and climbed up the bed to kiss you.

While you were still dazed, he grabbed pillows for the pair of you, making you comfortable in your spot in the middle of the sheets, both blissed out.

His head fell to the pillow mirroring you, and you couldn’t help laughing at the sated grin on his face. His eyes started to close, and you brushed the sweat-damp hair off his forehead.

“I thought you don’t sleep?”

“Not much.”

“Tired you out?” you teased.

“I could go again.”

Even as he spoke, you could see him drifting off, and he reached around you, pulling you close.

“I need to get up,” you murmured.

“No.”

“Doctor…” you laughed at him, even as you tried to roll away.

“Stay.”

“I’ll be back, I just need to clean up,” you promised, starting to wriggle free of his arm.

Already half-asleep, he grumbled a little, and let you go.

Once you’d managed to find his en suite, you caught yourself staring in the mirror for far too long, scrutinising how exactly you’d wound up here. Even this part of the TARDIS felt off-limits for so long, he had felt off limits for so long. It was hard to pinpoint exactly what had happened, how all of your flirting and pushing at that barrier between you had been unsuccessful, and suddenly the floodgates had opened.

An hour ago, he’d refused to talk to you. Now he’d been inside of you.

Suddenly, you remembered: The Master had been messing with his head. Far more than yours.

Oh, god.

He’d been so scared of violating your boundaries. That you might not be in your right mind. You hadn’t even thought about the other way around.

You’d assumed he was fine.

Nakedness suddenly felt like being far too exposed. Guilt stabbed at you as you found a dressing gown on the back of his door, so obviously his - surprisingly soft blue flannel. It felt like a violation to even wear it, but you had nothing else. You had to take some bizarre electrical components out of the pockets, for fear they might stab you in the leg. It swamped you a little, but you hugged the fabric tight around yourself, hoping it might protect you from what was to come.

With a deep breath, you opened the bathroom door.

When you got back he was sat up in bed, a half-drunk flask of water in hand. He passed it to you as you sat, longingly glancing at the robe you’d put on. You drank, before passing it back to him, sitting a few couple of feet from him, your ankles crossed.

Time Lord modesty was starting to kick in again, and you could sense his discomfort at being the only one naked.

“I’m sorry I… finished before you. I don’t know what happened I– ”

He cut himself off, his body starting to curl in a little. Defensive.

“Can’t be helped. You more than made up for it.”

You felt a little oversensitive even now. He really did work wonders with his tongue, even if he wasn’t talking you out of a life or death situation.

“Good!”

When his smile didn’t meet his eyes, you felt your worst fears coming true.

“Doctor, I know you checked my mind but,” you sighed.

You didn’t want to say the words. That would make it all real.

“Did you check if she’d done something to you?”

He frowned.

“What do you mean?”

“I just realised that she was in your head, and you did seem a bit hesitant at first,” you took a deep breath. “Did she make you… do this?”

If you didn’t know any better, you’d describe the look on his face as heartbreak.

“She didn’t do anything to affect my head.”

You searched his eyes for anything amiss, any sign you were being tricked, or he was out of his own control.

“Can you really be sure?”

Hurt flashed across his face, in the downturn of his lips and the line between his eyebrows. Those pretty eyes, which you had longed to stare into for so long, revealed nothing to you but pain.

“Yes.”

He grabbed a blanket from under the bed, pulling it over his hips. You wanted to kiss away the insecurity he felt, but fear held you back.

Perhaps this was The Master’s plan. Maybe he would suddenly snap back to himself, and never speak to you again.

“This decision was all my own, I swear.”

When he leant forward to kiss you again you froze, torn by indecision. At your stillness, he pulled away again.

“This isn’t what I wanted,” he mumbled. “I wanted to give you romance and passion and it would be perfect, and its ruined.”

“Nothing’s ‘ruined’–”

“It is! You don’t even believe I wanted to make love to you, and I didn’t do it right, I…”

Finally the relief set in, that he was genuinely himself. Malfunctioning a little from guilt, reeling from the events of the last day, but him.

“You did everything right, I’m sorry I even asked, I should have believed you.”

“No, it makes sense. I’ve been so useless in the past.”

He took pause for a moment, just looking at you. You leant in closer to kiss him, chaste and awkward, but reciprocated. You jumped to reassure him:

“Maybe we were both a bit useless. And while you’re still panicking about it, that sex was good.”

Something inside you awoke as he exhaled a laugh. You hoped you’d get to see what he considered good sex, if he was disappointed.

“That was our first date, and I was so in my head, we barely even talked.”

You wanted to hug him, shake sense back into him, and kiss him all at once.

“First date?”

Those big brown eyes looked so much younger than they had any right to be, shocked and tinged with sadness.

“Oh, I’m an idiot. You didn’t even know it was a date!”

“That’s not– ”

“I’ve been saving that planet for you since we met, in case I ever got the courage up to, you know, take you. I thought you’d love it. Sorry.”

Sometimes, you’d see self-hatred brewing in him like a storm. Now you knew there was something worse than helplessly watching: feeling like the one who had caused it.

His tone was dismissive, defeated.

“Its okay! I didn’t want to assume anything, and you were so out of it…” you reassured him.

He groaned.

“I get pretty overwhelmed. Sometimes. I’m not very good at feelings, or so I’ve been told. I’m sorry I messed it up.”

“Doctor, we’re in a time machine. You can take me on a million first dates, three in a day if you want.”

His smile put your heart at ease. You reached across to cup his face, letting the robe fall open. His gaze only wavered from your face for a second, but you still caught yourself laughing.

“Would you do that?”

“I can’t think of anything I want to do more.”

You were confused as he rolled away, fumbling in his bedside table, returning with a beaten up old notebook. It was a mix of the circles you recognised as his native tongue and English, all scribbled in his elegant script. He let you flip through the pages, through scratched drawings of cities and horizons, with short descriptions of places.

The whole book was filled, dates and times, pages worn from being thumbed through.

It must have taken him forever, hours of research, but you could spot the theme in these decorated pages. They didn’t denote adventures, problems to be solved. They were all beautiful, labelled with activities to do at each location, things to see, little comments like ‘remember: cold’ or ‘high UV’.

Every few pages, you saw your name. The odd place was scribbled out, too. Places you recognised from previous trips, like they’d been checked off. Finally, he turned the page to one very particular drawing. ‘Collins IX’ was written amongst the circular Gallifreyan, a near-perfect hastily sketched replica of the view from your picnic spot. He’d even written a list, foods to take, drinks you liked. 

He’d planned that date. Months ago, perhaps, come back to this page to add notes. Every detail was there, in plain ink. Your fingers stroked the illustrations, before he gently pulled the book from your hands.

He found a pen and drew a rough line through the whole page.

“Pick another one, we’ll do it properly this time.”

[domxmarvel]

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(Updated: August 14 2023)

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Pepa

Across/Into the spider-verse

Miles morales/E1610 (No smut)

Gwen Stacy  (No smut) 

pavitr prabhakar   (No smut) 

Hobie brown

Prowler!Miles/E42 (no smut)

Rio Morales

Peter b parker

Dr. Olivia Octavius

Youtubers/Vtubers

Corpse husband (No smut!)

Shxtou/Shoto

Vox 

Multiverse Monarch/leeandlie

Yuurivoice

Finn 

Alphonse 

Seth 

Auron 

Charlie

Lucien

Detroit become human

Connor (RK 800)

Kara (No smut!)

Markus

Gavin reed

Hank anderson

Nines (RK 900)

Traci

Yandere simulator

Ayano/Ayato Aishi

Osana /  Osano  Najimi

Amai /  Amao   Odayaka

Kizana /  Kizano   Sunobu

Oka / Oko Ruto

Mido rana

Osoro /  Osorō   Shidesu

Megami / Megamo Saikou

Info-kun

Budo Masuta

Shoku Tsuburaya

Umeji Kizuguchi

1980s

Ryoba Aishi

Reiichi Tanaami

José Silva

Ken Kyonashima

Daisaku Aragaki

The legend of Zelda

Link

Zelda/Sheik

Sidon

Mipha

Impa

Please specify which version (Game)

Twilight Princess

Skyward Sword

Hyrule Warriors

Ocarina of Time

Hitman

Agent 47

Diana burnwood

Twisted wonderland

Riddle rosehearts

Malleus Draconia

Lilia Vanrouge

Azul Ashengrotto

Jade Leech

Floyd Leech

Leona Kingscholar

Jack howl

Vil Schoenheit

Rook hunt 

Idia Shroud

Divus Crewel

Mario characters

Princess peach

Rosalina

Princess Daisy

Pauline

Bowser

Luigi

Just dance

Wanderlust

Sara

Brezziana

Mihaly

Jack rose

Grace

Ari

Louise Dials

Leda nox/Nightswan

Resident evil 4 (Remake)

Leon kennedy

Ashley graham

Luis Serra

Fruits baskets

Tohru

Kyo

Yuki 

Hatsuharu 

Momiji

My hero academia

Shoto todoroki

Izuku midoriya/Deku

Mina ashido

Tsuyu asui  (No smut!)

Tenya Iida

Denki kaminari

Eijiro kirishima

Mezou shoji

Kyouka Jiro

Momo Yaoyorozu

Tamaki Amajiki

Fumikage Tokoyami

Hitoshi Shinso  

Mei Hatsume    

Villans

Dabi/Toya todoroki

Himiko Toga

Tomura Shigaraki

Pro heros

Hawks/Keigo takami

Shota Aizawa/Eraserhead

All might/ Toshinori Yagi

President mic/ Hizashi Yamada

Fatgum/ Taishiro Toyomitsu

Gang orca/Kugo Sakamata  

Mirko/rumi Usagiyama  

Vlad king/Sekijiro Kan  

Spy x family

Yor Forger/briar

Loid Forger/Twilight

Demon slayer

Kyojuro Rengoku

Tanjiro Kamado

Giyuu Tomioka

Mitsuri Kanroji

Inosuke Hashibira

Shinobu Kocho

Tengen uzui + Makio,Suma & Hina

Nezuko (No smut!)

Muzan kibutsuji (+ Lady Muzan)

Kokushibo/upper moon 1

SK8 the infinity

Cherry blossom/Kaoru Sakurayashiki

Joe/Kojiro Nanjo

Reki kyan

Langa hasegawa  (male reader only)    

Miya chinen (No smut!) 

The way of the house husband

Tatsu/the immortal dragon

Miku 

Buddy daddies

Rei suwa 

Kazuki Kurusu 

Kyutarou Kugi

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*Not writing anymore*

Tom holland

Tom hiddleston