#vampire!hitoshi shinsou

[obsessed-dragon]

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I love drawing for the fantasy / vampire AU by me and my best friend Moth. This picture may or may not be an upcoming scene in our fic Scorching Moonlight 👀

[kikyoupdates]

Bloodthirst ⭑˚💋⭑ 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑢𝑒: 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡

bnha x vampire!reader

reverse harem, my hero academia x fem!reader, my vampire!reader, slowburn

As punishment for your sins, you, a young vampire, are banished — not just from your home, but to a different world entirely. Now, you find yourself in a foreign place where Quirks and heroes are the norm. In addition to coming to terms with your new life, you must also face your greatest challenge: controlling your massive thirst for blood.

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The intoxicating scent of blood. The feel of it being smeared across your cheeks, some of it even dripping down your chin. And best of all... the taste. On the night you nearly killed someone, that was all you could focus on.

“...[Name], please...”

In the darkness, a voice quietly choked out those words. It was a desperate cry, weak and hoarse. They’d been calling out to you like this for several minutes on end, but you were too entranced to take note of it. You just kept on drinking from their neck, relishing in the sweet flavor that enveloped your throat and tongue.

If your parents hadn’t intervened when they had, you would have become a murderer.

“What in the world are you doing?! Stop it right now!”

Before you could make sense of what was happening, you were being pulled away from your prey. All you could do was thrash about furiously. In your present state, you were no better than a feral animal. All logic and reason had left your mind a long time ago. What remained was nothing but hunger and selfish desire.

It wasn’t until someone slapped you across the face, hard, that you finally came back to your senses. At first, everything was fuzzy, but eventually, the images stopped dancing in front of your eyes, and you were able to take in the scene.

A friend of yours, a rather close friend, as a matter of fact, was laying helplessly on the ground, blood staining the length of their neck. A good deal of it had even soaked into the front of their shirt. They weren’t moving either. You could barely even tell that they were breathing, what with how subtly their chest was moving up and down.

Eyes wide, you slowly patted the sides of your face, fingers coming back coated in crimson. Their blood, and it was all over you. So much blood... it was too much. You did this? You took this much blood from them?

“Wait,” you started, but it was too late to bother making excuses for what you’d done. Your friend was lifted up by someone and taken out of the room in a hurry, no doubt to receive immediate treatment. Their body looked limp in the arms of the person carrying them. If you hadn’t known better, you might’ve thought they were already a corpse.

And you had no one but yourself to blame for it.

“You foolish girl!” It was your mother, the same person who’d slapped you in order to bring you back to reality. She grabbed hold of your shoulders, teeth viciously grit from anger. “Do you have any idea what you've done? How could you possibly lose control and do that to your own friend? You nearly killed them! They might die because of you!”

You blinked, tears slowly slipping down your cheeks. “I... I didn’t mean to—”

“No! There’s no excuse! I’ve told you time and time again not to get carried away. Not to let your thirst for blood cloud your reason. What am I meant to say to that child’s family? They’ve been devoted retainers of ours for countless generations. You’ve single-handedly destroyed the trust we worked so hard to build up!”

She clenched her fist, looking as though she wanted to hit you again, but unlike you, she was able to control herself. Then, she stood up, expression devoid of any emotion.

“This was the last straw,” she said coldly. “You never learn, [Name]. Us vampires are more powerful than we even realize. You cannot simply take what you want, whenever you want it. There are limits to your greed and gluttony. As your mother, I cannot continue to excuse such irresponsible behavior.”

“So... what are you trying to say?” you gaped. It was all too much to process at once. It hadn’t even really sunk in that you’d nearly killed your friend. You still couldn’t believe that you were capable of such a thing.

Your mother turned away from you. “Enough is enough. You haven’t corrected your mistakes after all this time. I’ve given up on trying to get through to you. As for the severity of your crimes... you will be punished accordingly.”

She left without explaining any further. Still shocked beyond belief, your entire body sagged. Once again, you touched the sides of your face, marveling at how much blood was staining your skin. It wasn’t normal for a human to lose this much blood. It wasn’t normal for anyone to lose this much blood.

Your mother was right. What you’d done was disgusting and inexcusable. Whatever the punishment was, you wholly deserved it, and you would accept it without protest.

At least, that was what you’d thought.

“Banishment?!” you cried out, panicked. “I understand I committed a grave mistake, but surely that’s taking it too far!”

You stood in front of your entire family. The king and queen, your mother and father, were seated at the forefront, staring down at you with remorseless eyes. Everyone else had gathered too—your many siblings, your uncles and aunts, your cousins. Even your grandparents, who were normally nowhere to be found, had made an appearance for your judgment day.

“It has already been decided,” you father glowered. “No one else in this family loses control of themselves the way you do. Time and time again, you allow your craving for blood to render you blind to the suffering of others. As the rulers of this kingdom, we cannot allow such conduct to go unchecked, even if you are our own kin.”

You could feel your entire body shaking. “But banishment... just what am I supposed to do? Where am I supposed to even go? I’ll take any other punishment! Just not this! I’m afraid. Please... mother, father, everyone... don’t get rid of me. Don’t make me be on my own.”

“It isn’t a permanent solution,” your mother sighed. “But for a while, this much is necessary. We cannot continue to be soft with you. You’ll learn the consequences for your actions the hard way. Once you’ve matured and learned to act in a manner befitting your position, you may return.”

“But I—”

“There is no room for arguing. We’ve already made up our minds.”

Tears continued to well up in your eyes. Of course. You understood the weight of a life, and how close you’d come to nearly extinguishing it. But you still couldn’t help but be afraid. You were only fourteen years old. To be cast away like this, left to fend all for yourself... it wasn’t such an easy thing to stomach.

So, this was it, then. This was the last time you’d see your family, for god-knows how long. Until they somehow decided you were worthy of returning home.

While you wiped at your eyes and kept from sobbing outright, a few cloaked figures stepped forward. You didn’t recognize any of them. These people weren’t from your family. In that case... who were they?

“Mages,” your mother answered calmly, having all but read your mind. “We brought them here in order to carry out your banishment.”

“Why would you need mages to do something like that?”

No sooner had you asked the question, you felt a horrible sense of dread, even worse than what you’d experienced thus far. The mages made a circle around you and ignored your pleading expression, opting instead to pull out some crystals from their cloaks and extend them towards you.

“Mother, father,” you trembled. “What... what’s happening?”

Not just your parents, but all of your family members looked solemn. They clearly knew what was about to come next.

“It is a fairly complicated spell,” your mother eventually said. “A large amount of magic is needed to transport someone to a different world.”

Wait, what? A different world?

You understood now what that horrible sense of dread was. You weren’t just being banished from your home. You were being banished from the only world you’d ever known.

“Please!” you cried out, trying to rush forward as a last-ditch effort. It didn’t work, though. The magic tethered you in place, making your entire body feel as though it had turned to lead. You couldn’t move. You could only squeeze your head as the gravity above you more than doubled, forcing you flat to the ground.

The last thing you saw was the grave look your parents gave you.

“Remember, [Name]. Remember this feeling, and never take a life for granted ever again.”

Light surged before your eyes. It was a foreign, disorienting feeling, and the scream you let out died in the back of your throat. It felt like everything was happening in the span of an inhale, but somehow painfully slowly as well. Whatever the case, you were helpless to do a damn thing about it.

After what was either a second or a whole eternity, you finally came to.

“Miss! Hey, miss! What’s the matter with you?!”

You peeled your eyes open, letting out a soft groan. Some middle-aged man was hovering over your fallen frame, lightly poking you on the shoulder every few seconds. Based on his expression, he was concerned, bewildered, or some combination of the two.

And he wasn’t the only one.

You quickly realized you were surrounded by a group of people, all of whom were staring down at you in visible confusion. Apparently, you were still lying flat on the ground, but in the middle of what looked to be some sort of road. Not only that, but there were strange contraptions all around you. Machines with four wheels that were travelling along the road, although most of them had stopped because you were dead in the middle of it.

Wearily, you pulled yourself to your feet. The group of people kept on pestering you and asking if you were alright, but you ignored them and breezed past. You needed to get your head on straight, but a quick look at your surroundings was really all you needed to confirm your worst fears.

This definitely wasn’t the world you were used to. Your own family had just kicked you out with no regard for your wellbeing, although you supposed that was the price to pay for the sins you’d committed. Crying about it more wouldn’t accomplish anything. You had no time to wallow in self-pity either.

Now, then. What the fuck were you supposed to do next?

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[puppyguppy]

You think he's come to kill you, to drink and fuck his fill, but no. He's come to claim you. 

That isn't to say he doesn't still fuck you, or devour you; and you're not sure which has you feeling closer to death, closer to damned. You feel spitroasted, between the six - maybe seven inches in one end, and the two or three inches in the other. The skin between your neck and your knees is on fire.

You beg for him -- not to stop, but just to put it out. As if he wasn't the source of the inferno in your veins. Still, he shushes you, soothes you with a kiss full of spit and blood, the touch just as cool in comparison to your spiking fever as the cum he fills you with; oddly refreshing, like an IV drip --

Drip.

Dream. Drop.

Through your sick-sort of sleep, you dream of a villain you'd once heard of, with metal in his mouth. But then the vision twists, and the metal is wrapped around a neck instead. A man made of moonlight and shadow, but with eyes that glow like a streak of sunset. Gold, to red, depending -- they'd been gold when he greeted you, when you let him in, but then red as he kissed you, killed you. You snap awake gasping, choking, not from a lack of air, but from too much of it. Your lungs feel full, expanded to their limits, stiff and gaping as you blink your bedroom back into your brain. Your neck itches, but when you squirm, it's just to realize that you're stuck. Pinned down by a hand in your hair, and a hand on your chest. Your fight and flight kicks in, and you're ready to bite, to scream and run --

He tuts above you.

Aizawa, as they call him. Shouta, as he let you call him. Your curse, his lover, your killer, his claim --

"Move too much and you'll only make it ugly."

You want to ask what. What will you make ugly. But then, through the pounding of your head (but not in your chest), you register a sliver of sunlight streaming in through your curtains. It's the soft, pale periwinkle of sunrise -- and it scalds perfectly across your neck like white, hot lightning. It sears your flesh, now that you're allergic to it; scarring across your throat until he forces you to roll over, like a goddamn rotisserie chicken. You hiss and cry into the pillows until he's finished with you, drawing the curtain closed only once you feel the circumference of your new, permanent collar connect across the nape of your neck. 

Because the bitemark wasn't enough?  Your throat hurts too much to give the question a voice; charred and scarred on the outside, parched on the inside. And yet, there’s something sort of like an answer that fills your head. It forms like TV static, a little sharp and fuzzy, a voice not your own, a laugh not your own. It makes your bones tingle and itch, like they’re stuck on standby, waiting for your brain to tell them what to do. Except, when you try to tell them to shift into a more comfortable position, they don’t. They don’t listen. And anxiety feels weird when not accompanied by a racing heart.

You feel him before you hear him, and then you hear him before you see him, and then when you finally, finally see him, it’s already too late. You know him. He’s made of the very same shadows, the very same moonlight, but there’s something…something softer about him. His eyes burn on you, inside of you, but pleasantly so – unlike the sun you’ll surely miss. The sun that’s surely burning at his back right now, if he’s really, truly the same. Same body language, same bags under his eyes, same strange scarf. A stranger, but already a comfortable guest amidst your stream of consciousness, whether welcome there or not.

He tells you to sleep.

That it’s still too early.

Sleep, you’ll feel better later.

Sleep, and then you’ll eat, you’ll drink, and you’ll be grateful that it’s Aizawa that’s claimed you.

Created you.

[rose-riot-johnson]

So Rose! As per usual I'm gonna request Hitoshi.

But I want to hear about a freshly turned vampire Hitoshi having hidden his turning into a being of the darkness. Then finds himself nearly fainting and due to lack of blood. They figure out and offer themselves to him as his source of feeding. So he vows to stay loyal and only feed on them (as they're established partners already) :)

Hi @hitoshisbf 😃This request of yours definitely sounds fun to write about😁👍Also this is my first time I recall writing any character, as a vampire, so I will see what I can do with writing this requested Hitoshi Shinsou fanfic🧛😃👍And as usual (if not always) pertaining the fanfics you requested I will be writing the reader as they/them reader😁👍

*This fanfic contains 1 or more long paragraphs😅

💜🧛(Adult) Shinsou The Newly Vampire🧛💜 (Hitoshi Shinsou x They/Them reader)

Genres: Mild Angst (Warning⚠️: Blood and Mentions Of Blood)

Your pro hero boyfriend, Hitoshi Shinsou, used to fight crime especially during the day, however after he came home from defeating a villain, things have changed. While it's good he has been sleeping better than usual, however he's been trying sleep in complete darkness during the day, then he has been fighting crime during nighttime. It's mainly fire and sunlight that he doesn't want around him for some reason. You just knew he was hiding something (if not multiple things) from you.

Then one night you gave noticed Hitoshi Shinsou has been nearly fainting, and when you got up close to his face you noticed fangs, as you asked him, "Are you a vampire? If yes, then why didn't you tell me?", as you had your suspicions about Shinsou becoming a freshly turned vampire, being the reason why he has become unlike his usual self. Shinsou then answered, "Yes, I'm a vampire now, (They/Them Reader Name)... You must understand... It has only been recent that this happened... I was fighting a vampire villain and he must have bitten me before I defeated him... After I defeated him, that's when sunlight has been bothering me... The reason why I haven't told you is, because I don't know if you would see me as nothing more than a monster and treat me differently... I'm afraid you wouldn't have love me anymore, if you were to find out I became a vampire, no matter the reason...".

While you weren't shocked about him being a vampire, you were really shocked about his reason why he kept the fact he became a new vampire, as long as he did. You then replied, "So this is why you kept this from me, Shinsou... I wish you would have told me! I don't care, if you're a human or a vampire... I would have still love you the same! If you would have told me sooner, you wouldn't have been nearly fainting like this! Here... Take my blood... You're lacking blood, which is why you're fainting! I gave read plenty of books especially manga and comic books about why newly vampires faint and that they need blood to survive... It's essential that you take some of my blood, atleast once in a while, for you to stay alive, Hitoshi!". Shinsou had to think about this for a minute before replying back, "If it's the only way to stay alive, fine then... However my vow to is that I will stay loyal to you and I will only feed off you... I refuse to feed off anyone else... Only you, (They/Them Reader Name)...".

You understood what he meant and agreed on his vow, as you then have him bite you, inorder for him to be able to feed off you. After the moment of his first time feeding off you, not only he feels like he's no longer fainting, he also decided he's going to take care of you, since you did willingly decide to be his source of feeding. Eversince then, the both of you have been taking care of eachother and never looking back.

🧛💜The🩸End💜🧛

Okay my Tumblr Peeps I hope you enjoyed the first fanfic I involved any character being a vampire, even if it's a freshly turned vampire🧛😁👍As for you Aevyn I hope I did well with writing this Vampire Shinsou fanfic😃👍As for genres I think mild angst is all of could think of using as genres considering How I have written the fanfic and stuff that is requested with the fanfic😅🧛😃👍

[writerswho]

Shinsou: [is sick]

Midoriya: [dumps a stack of paper in front of him]

Shinsou: Are these homework?

Kaminari: It's our way of saying "get well soon".

Shinsou: You know, chocolate says that even better.

Midoriya: We did all your assignments.

Kaminari: Yeah. All you have to do is sign your name.

Shinsou: Chocolate means nothing to me.

[v0id-clawz]

Promoting my wattpad yet again lol

[univvrse]

the coven (chapter 15)

minors dni

reader x bakugou x shinsou x kaminari x kirishima

cw: sub reader, smut, penetrative sex, threesome, blowjobs, spit roasting, biting, voyeurism kinda i think

Coven- a formation of at least three or more vampires

He told you they were dangerous- why didn't you believe him?

previous parts can be found on my masterlist

on my ao3 if you'd prefer

1.6k words

Their shower was insanely nice- you didn’t know why but you weren’t expecting vampire’s houses to have running water considering the ice-cold temperature of both them and their house.

When you went back into his room, dressed back in Hitoshi’s shirt that you were wearing before, Eijiro was exactly where you left him; you could tell he literally hadn’t moved a muscle.

He looked up at you- a wide smile plastered on his face like he had something to tell you. You smiled back at him- slightly confused and curious for what he was about to tell you.

“The others are all having sex in Katsuki’s bedroom, if you wanted to go and join them?” He asked, he sounded keen to be with them but not like he was forcing you to go.

You didn’t feel too sore from the night before- “yeah- that’d be fun,” your tone sounded sort of sheepish, as if you were scared of something. To be fair, you were slightly- for god’s sake you were about to have sex with 3 vampires at a time.

“You sure sweetheart, we don’t have to, I’ve had 100 years’ worth of sex with them I don’t care about missing one time.”

“No- I’d really love to.” You nodded your head profusely- to be honest even the suggestion of it aroused you. You felt your face flush red- God you sounded like such a slut.

He quickly stood up- seeming pleased by your answer. He grabbed you by the hand- intertwining your fingers with his and lead you across the hall.

The walk to Katsuki’s room felt like a haze- like the world had ended and you and Eijiro were the last thing in the universe, you could barely feel your feet as you walked- just the pounding of your heart.

His room was barely a few steps from Eijiro’s and yet it felt like a lifetime of anticipation.

The door was already slightly ajar- Katsuki’s room was gorgeous- you could tell that he bought the house. His room was almost pitch black but at this point you had gotten used to the low light. The room was probably the size of your apartment yet most of it was taken up by a four-poster bed in the centre- it was obviously huge and probably the biggest bed you had ever and would ever see, his sheets were silk and a dark shade of red. His walls were black although you could barely see them as his walls were taken up by huge posters- most of them were of incredibly old black and white movies- they looked like he had taken them of the walls of the cinema itself- the others were of old bands you didn’t recognise. Other than the bed there was only one other piece of furniture in the room- a bookcase taking up a whole wall, it was full of records- you knew how expensive they were, you hadn’t really considered how rich they were until you saw his room.

Despite all of this- the most noticeable thing in the room was the three men in the centre of the bed making out with each other- they were all clothed apart from Katsuki who was shirtless and Jesus fuck was he jacked. Anyway, Hitoshi was on top of Denki- rubbing his knee against his groin, the two of them hardly noticed when you and Kirishima came into the room.

Katsuki looked up from kissing Denki’s neck to smirk at you- a silent invitation for the two of you to join them on the bed.

As soon as you were on the bed, Katsuki was upon you- wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close- he stopped himself for a moment to ask,

“It’s okay if I kiss you right?” You nodded quickly and in an instant his lips were slamming against yours. Wow- he was certainly out of his shell now.

Katsuki left your lips for a moment; “Before we start- just to let you know- I’m not going to go easy on you just cause you’re a goddamn human or whatever.”

You smirked at that- not a single part of you wanted him to go easy on you. You wanted him in every way both humanly and inhumanly possible.

With that thought- you fell back against the pillows, your teeth lips clashing against Katsuki’s as he clambered on top of you fervently. You gasped into the kiss, parting your lips enough for Katsuki to dart his tongue through the gap and lick into your mouth. You welcomed the intrusion with a contented hum, sending your vocal chord’s vibrations directly into Katsuki’s throat. He begins roughly grinding himself against you, his erection growing with every thrust of his hips. You clawed desperately at his back- almost immediately his hands were in your hair tugging it away from your face and pulling it harshly from the ends- making you arch your back.

“God, do you have to be such a desperate slut?” You could tell it was a question where he didn’t expect an answer.

His hands grasped at your shirt- pulling it over your head- you weren’t wearing a bra; you were completely naked under his gaze. A strangled moan from across the bed broke you out of your trance. Holy shit, you’d totally forgot that literally a few inches from you, there were three more vampires making out eagerly with each other. Your stomach churned at the realisation. This was probably the norm for these boys, they wouldn’t give it a second thought, but you were still freshly no longer a virgin. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t insanely aroused by the situation; still though, a wave of nerves coursed through you. Almost all the boys had warned you about Katsuki’s lack of tenderness when it came to sex, including the man himself.

You almost breathed a sigh of relief when you heard Eijiro leave the other two and crawl towards where you lay beneath Katsuki. At least you knew Eijiro would be gentle. A mere week ago, if you had been told you’d be more relieved at the idea of a threesome than regular sex, you would’ve laughed hysterically. You really hoped this didn’t mean you were a total whore. It probably did.

Katsuki’s weight lifted off you and you opened your eyes. He was staring at Eijiro intensely, his permanent scowl deepening every few seconds- obviously reading his mind.

He turned to you. “Ei wants you to suck him of,” Katsuki said- it wasn’t so much a question as it was a demand. And you were more than happy to oblige.

“I can speak for myself” Eijiro interrupted with faux exasperation, “Would that be okay though baby?” He asked quickly- you could tell how much he wanted this- wanted you. You quickly nodded yes, and he closed in on you, pulling down his shorts- freeing his erection. He wasn’t wearing underwear, as if he were waiting for you; waiting for this moment.

Eijiro was already semi-hard.

“Can you stroke my dick for me baby?” he asked eagerly, you paused for a minute before sitting up on your knees and beginning to work at his half-hard cock. Even though you were inexperienced, his face showed nothing but pure pleasure.

You decided to start sucking him off- getting on your hands and knees- using one hand to grip his dick gently between your fingers, tilting it towards your salivating mouth- licking his tip. You were truly hungry for his dick. The more you sex you had the more enticing it was to you- the more you yearned for it. It was the one and only thing on your mind.

You allowed his cock to enter your mouth- gagging slightly at the feeling of his tip prod at the back of your throat. You truly hadn’t realised how well-endowed he was until this moment- you couldn’t take his whole dick at once- choosing to pump the rest of his cock with your hand while slipping his penis through your lips over and over again. You looked up at his face- his eyes were rolled into the back of his throat and moan after moan slipped from his throat.

“Shit- sweetheart- slow down a bit f’ me please?” You followed his advice- slowing down only slightly.

You felt Katsuki pulling your underwear to the side- his fingers gently prodding at your cunt- you gasped at the feeling of his thumb on your clit. The vibrations from your mouth did nothing but spur Kirishima on, one of his gentle hands resting on the back of your head.

You leaned into the blonde’s touch- desperately craving more of it. Eijiro’s eyes were completely in the back of his head as moans spilled from your throat- Katsuki pressed a finger inside you, quickly finding a spot inside of you that you didn’t know existed before you had met the vampires; he stuffed more fingers into you, living up to his word about not being gentle. He curled his fingers- pumping them in and out of your pussy.

His fingers were gone from you almost far too quickly; you felt empty for a moment before you felt Katsuki’s cock pressing against you. Weird- you hadn’t even heard the noise of his trousers unbuckling. All thoughts were instantly zapped from your head as you felt his cock begin to enter you. You hadn’t even seen his dick, but you could tell it was thicker than any of the other vampires and by the way he was entering you, you could tell it was probably longer too. The stretch burned slightly yet you had begun to crave the feeling of it- the feeling of his cock inside you sent you into a trance and, for just a moment you forgot Eijiro’s dick was in your mouth- pushing it further down your throat until you were practically choking on it. Your eyes began to leak with tears, but you simply couldn’t bring yourself to care, you only wanted more- you desperately wanted more. More of both of them.

Finally, the blonde was fully inside of you- wasting no time on letting you adjust. He thrusted in and out of you at a breakneck pace. Katsuki grabbed your hair harshly- forcing even more of Eijiro’s cock down your throat- all the air in your lungs was knocked out of your lungs in a single second but yet you couldn’t bring yourself to care. You would be almost glad to never breathe again if you could feel this good for a moment. Katsuki’s thumb was unrelenting on your clit- making you pulse around him- feeling your high creeping up on you.

Out of the corner of your eye you could see Denki getting practically pounded into the bed by Hitoshi- the fact they could see you only excited you even more. You clenched around Katsuki one last time before the knot inside you snapped. You were practically forced into your orgasm- the world went black for a moment as pleasure overwhelmed your entire being. You drooled around Eijiro’s cock- feeling his dick twitch in your mouth, you could tell he was going to cum soon too. You glanced up at him- his hand was thrown over his face and his head was thrown back.

“Fuck- baby- I’m gonna cum,” Eijiro gasped, almost sounding out of breathe, “I can cum in your mouth yeah?” He asked, you nodded yes as best you could.

It wasn’t long before his cum was spilling into your mouth, there was so fucking much of it- it seeped out of your mouth, not that you cared. You slipped his now flaccid cock out of your mouth.

Katsuki practically burst out laughing behind you, “Didn’t take you too long at all to cum, Ei?” He joked rhetorically.

Your senses were quickly overwhelmed as Katsuki increased his pace, nearly knocking you off your hands and knees.

“Fuck- cum f’ me again.” Katsuki practically demanded.

“Please- Katsuki- I can’t.”

“No such thing as can’t baby.”

His thumb sped up on your nub- practically forcing you towards your end. He leaned over you- leaving small bites on your neck. Or at least he tried to, you clenched around him, and he practically fell. Sinking his fangs completely into your neck- biting fully into you. For some reason that’s what did it for you, the damn inside you broke. You practically saw stars, clenching around him. Your orgasm seemed to force him into his- his cum spilling inside your gummy walls.

He pulled out of you almost immediately, grabbing you a bit too harshly by the neck- inspecting the bites he had left around your neck. “Shit- fuck, Y/N I’m sorry.”

[kingsheir]

So after having a soft day, and needing the love from these boys. I figured it was finally about time I shared the commission I got from the lovely @beachbeibi ! She worked so hard on this for me and was so lovely to work with to get my ideas down on paper! Thank you so much again for giving life to me and my comfort characters as vampires!

[silversynaesthesia]

Aizawa: I'm not supposed to have a private life?

Shinsou: No! Because you're very old and it's gross.

[kikyoupdates]

Bloodthirst ⭑˚💋⭑ 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑, 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑏𝑒𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠

bnha x vampire!reader

reverse harem, my hero academia x fem!reader, my vampire!reader, slowburn

As punishment for your sins, you, a young vampire, are banished — not just from your home, but to a different world entirely. Now, you find yourself in a foreign place where Quirks and heroes are the norm. In addition to coming to terms with your new life, you must also face your greatest challenge: controlling your massive thirst for blood.

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I have no idea what’s going on.  

Not that it came as much of a surprise, but a different world really was, well... different. You could hardly make sense of what you were seeing. It was so much more heavily populated than what you were used to. Everywhere you looked, people were scurrying about left and right. There were crowds upon crowds of them, and you could tell based on their scent that all of them were humans.  

Back where you were from, humans were considered a lesser species. Not in terms of value—all lives were meant to be valued equally—but in terms of their strength. Compared to vampires, orcs, elves, so on and so forth... humans were much less physically capable. That was why most lands were governed by higher powers, such as your home kingdom, which was ruled by vampires. The strong were meant to protect the weak. So long as there was no abuse of power, the weaker species were content to know that they were being looked out for. In return for being protected from more sinister forces, the humans would exchange safe amounts of their blood in order to sustain the vampires. It was a fair arrangement. After all, if they truly wanted to, vampires could take more blood than they needed to by simple force, but there was an unspoken agreement that existed between both parties.  

Needless to say, you’d violated that agreement—hence your banishment.  

But setting that aside, you now found yourself in a world where the dominant species were the humans. At least, that was probably the case in whatever city or land you currently found yourself in. Perhaps things were different elsewhere, but you didn’t have enough information to go off yet.  

This wasn’t ideal, for more reasons than one, but the biggest one being that the scent was practically overwhelming.  

Everywhere you walked or turned, you seemed to bump into yet another human. It hadn’t been very long since you’d last had blood, which was fortunately a relief, but it was clear that this was going to take a lot of getting used to. You couldn’t very well just lunge at someone without warning, after all. The whole reason behind your banishment was that you were meant to get your bloodthirst under control.  

Did vampires even exist in this world? You had no way of knowing. It would be somewhat comforting if they did. You still needed to figure out your living situation, after all. God, and you didn’t even know where to start.  

You lifted your head to the sky, squinting through the sunlight. Contrary to most vampires, you didn’t mind the sun all that much. Depending on the individual, their sensitivity to sunlight varied. Your parents and grandparents didn’t much care for it, and preferred to avoid it as much as possible. This was the case for some of your other relatives as well. Fortunately, you had always been sturdy, even for a vampire. You would probably be fine for the most part, although prolonged exposure sometimes had a tendency to make you rather sluggish.  

Either way, finding a place to live took precedence. You needed to figure out exactly how you were meant to survive here.  

All you could really do was wander around aimlessly. There was certainly a lot of chatter; it was practically constant. It didn’t seem like you were having any trouble understanding the language however, even though it was almost certainly different from your native tongue. Then again, vampires were prone to assimilating information rather quickly. Hearing it for the first time had already burrowed its way into your brain. Or perhaps this was some sort of side effect of the transportation spell that had brought you here in the first place.  

All the better, though. The last thing you needed right now was to fail pathetically at any attempt of communication.  

You walked and walked, doing your best not to let yourself get too overwhelmed. These humans were certainly different than the ones you were used to, though. Their appearances varied quite significantly, and some of them even appeared to be a sort of mix between person and beast. They were still humans, though. Their scent confirmed that. It was truly strange.  

On top of all that was the fact that there was so much you didn’t recognize about the place you found yourself in. Nearly everywhere you looked, there was some strange type of technology that you couldn’t seem to wrap your head around. Almost every single human was carrying some sort of handheld device that they would talk into or repeatedly tap on the screen with their fingers. Was it a magical device of some kind? You caught a glimpse walking past a few people, and the device was displaying all sort of complex images and moving pictures. It almost looked like other humans were trapped inside of those devices.  

You really had nothing to guide you as things stood, so all you could really do was marvel every time you saw something new, jaw unhinged.  

Then all of a sudden, you heard screaming.  

“Stop that man! He’s stolen my purse!”  

It was some elderly woman who’d been knocked to the ground. Tears streaked her expression, and she kept on crying out as she pointed off in the distance, towards a man who was running full-speed ahead and presumably carrying the stolen purse. He was a rotten thief, it seemed like. No world was free of crime, and it went without saying that would hold true of this place as well. 

You had done a bad thing to land yourself here. You’d lost control and gravely injured someone who was very dear to you. No. Even if they hadn’t been your friend, you still shouldn’t have allowed yourself to take things that far. You were being punished, and rightfully so. But if you were going to be stuck here, meant to reflect on your wrongdoings and take steps towards fixing them, then you could probably start by doing a good deed.  

So, you ran after the thief. You were physically strong and athletic. Even the weakest of vampires were still stronger than the average human. Although the man was sprinting with all his strength, you managed to catch up to him in almost no time flat.  

His brows jumped when he noticed you appear next to him. “The hell do you want?!” he snapped angrily. “Are you a hero, or what?”  

You weren’t quite sure what he was getting at, but before you could even begin to construct a response, he lifted a hand up and clawed at you. As in, quite literally clawed. His nails, which had been perfectly trimmed and normal a few moments ago, suddenly turned sharp as knives. He slashed right at you, and since you were so caught off guard, you couldn’t evade the attack completely. He was able to slice across your shoulder, making your skin split and blood soak through the fabric of your sleeve.  

Ouch!  

It certainly hurt. You were strong, but that didn’t make you immune to pain by any means. Still, you didn’t allow yourself to be deterred. This man was committing a crime, and after all the horrible things you’d done, the least you could do was follow through and put a stop to it.  

Gritting your teeth at him and resisting the urge to bite into his neck, you clenched your hand into a fist. 

You punched him, and it hit hard enough to knock him to the ground. He was clearly dumbstruck. In his momentary confusion, his nails turned back to normal, and you took advantage of his confusion to land a kick that pummeled him against the ground even harder.  

He was unconscious now, so you grabbed the purse from his loosened grip and slung it across your uninjured shoulder. Then you made your way back towards the elderly woman that it belonged to, ignoring the wide-eyed looks everyone else was giving you.  

“Here you are,” you said, smiling at her. Even you were surprised by how natural you sounded speaking in this foreign tongue. You placed the purse into her hands, waiting patiently to make sure that she wasn’t hurt.  

She stood up on shaky legs, but returned your smile. “Oh, goodness! Thank you, dear. But... you’re hurt! You’re bleeding quite a lot. Are you alright? You should go to the hospital immediately!”  

“I’m fine,” you reassured. It was the truth. Sure, you were injured, but your body’s natural regenerative abilities were impressive. With a bit of time, it would heal up as good as new. It was a relatively shallow wound, after all.  

People were still staring at you, which you supposed was to be expected, considering you’d just beat the crap out of someone. But instead of being met with judgmental looks or visible nervousness, they broke out into cheers.  

“Good job, miss!”  

“That was so cool! You’re stronger than you look, huh?”  

“Are you training to become a hero? With that power, you totally could!”  

They kept on mentioning heroes. Was it some sort of profession in this world? As in, a person who fought for justice, against no-good criminals like the one you’d just apprehended?  

If so... then perhaps that was exactly the sort of thing you should devote yourself to. Protecting others would be the perfect way to prove to your family that you were worthy of being accepted back into the family.  

So, you smiled towards the crowd. “I haven’t given it much thought, but becoming a hero sounds nice. I’ll have to look into it.”

You left before they could ask you any other questions. It was nice to have a goal, and you would certainly do a bit more research regarding this, but your number one concerned still hadn’t been addressed. You needed to find a place to live, and that also meant that at some point, you would have to consume blood in order to fend off starvation.  

You carefully rubbed at your bloody shoulder, wincing a bit from the pain. At the very least, you should probably wrap it up in a bandage or something. You would need to find some sort of basic first aid. Then again... you had no money. You didn’t even know what currency this world used.  

No closer to addressing your most pressing issue than you’d been earlier, you decided that there was nothing you stood to lose if you kept on walking. Perhaps this hero profession that everyone kept gushing about paid well too. If so, you could obtain the money you needed to secure a roof over your head. You wondered if it was the sort of thing you could sign up for immediately.

For a while, you were lost in thought. You considered stopping some random person on the street and inquiring more about the job. Or maybe you should have stuck around a bit longer and had a proper conversation with those people that had watched you take down that thief.  

But before you could properly deliberate your options, you stopped dead in your tracks. There was a scent. Someone close nearby smelled absolutely amazing.  

You knew this was really the last thing you should be worrying about right now. Your family had kicked you out in order to fix your bloodthirst, yet here you were again, already acting on it.  

I’m not going to drink their blood or anything. I’m just... curious, that’s all. Yeah. I just want to see with my own eyes who could possibly smell that good.  

You clearly had a long way to go before getting your problems under control, because you were practically salivating as you surged in the direction of the sugary sweet scent. It was easily the most delicious-smelling blood you’d ever happened upon. Was this a common theme with the humans of this world?  

If so, then... yeah. Your willpower was definitely going to be put to the test.  

As it turned out, the person who’d caught your attention was a young boy with curly hair and cutely freckled cheeks. He looked to be about your age, probably a teenager. He was also reading from some sort of notebook as he walked and quietly muttering to himself, so lost in thought that he was completely disregarding his surroundings.  

Needless to say, he walked right into a pole.  

“Ow!” the boy whined, cradling his forehead, which already had an angry pink blemish forming. He shook it off quickly enough though, and he clearly hadn’t learned from what had just happened, because he buried his nose in the notebook again right away.  

It was a funny thing to see, and also rather cute. Your interest had been piqued. Not only by his blood, which had so entranced you, but his endearing mannerisms as well.  

You figured you had nothing to lose by striking up a conversation with him. 

“Um... excuse me?”  

The boy must not have realized you were talking to him, because he just kept on walking and muttering things to himself. Chuckling inwardly, you decided to walk next to him and see how long it took for him to take notice of you. It actually took quite a while before his eyes momentarily drifted from the pages of his notebook, and only then did he realize you were walking shoulder-to-shoulder with him. 

“Eek!” he squealed, jumping back as if he’d seen a ghost. “Oh, u-um... sorry about that,” he hastily apologized. His cheeks were fiercely red, for some reason. “I-I didn’t realize I was getting in your way. I must not have been paying attention...”  

You merely smiled. “No need to apologize. You weren’t getting in my way at all. I’m the one who decided to walk next to you.”

“Huh? Oh...” He appeared confused, but his confusion was quickly replaced with concern once his green eyes landed on your injury. “Y-You’re bleeding!” he spluttered frantically. “Oh no! What happened?! I-It looks like it hurts a lot. Are you feeling dizzy or anything? Are you sure you’re okay to walk on your own?”  

“This is nothing,” you waved off. “I fought with some thief earlier that had stolen a lady’s purse. He managed to take me by surprise and cut me up a bit, that’s all.”  

“You fought with... a villain?”  

His concern was still there, that was for sure, but some of it had melted away, and his expression was now primarily made up of awe. He was using another term you weren’t used to hearing so casually. Heroes and villains. Perhaps that was how this world classified the good people versus the bad? Criminals were just criminals, but you supposed they could certainly be described as wrongdoers—or villains—as well.  

“I guess so,” you shrugged.  

The boy was now beaming at you unabashed. “Wow!” he grinned, momentarily overcoming his seemingly timid nature. “That’s incredible! You look like you’re around my age, but you’re already taking on villains like it’s no problem? You must be planning to become a hero, right?”  

Ah, right. This was something you wanted to ask about anyways.  

“Can I become a hero right away?” you asked. “I kind of need the money.”  

His shoulders slumped a bit. “Huh? Oh... not exactly. You need to train for a while and pass some exams to obtain your professional license. I’m surprised you don’t know that, though. Most people that want to become heroes are pretty familiar with what needs to be done. How old are you, if you don’t mind me asking?”  

“I’m fourteen.” 

“Ah! We’re the same age.” He paused for a moment, the blush from earlier quickly returning. “S-Sorry! I just started bombarding you with questions out of nowhere. You’re hurt, so you probably need to be getting home to deal with that. Or maybe even the hospital? It’s bleeding quite a bit...”  

You scratched your head. “Yeah, that won’t work.”  

“Huh? Why not?”  

“I don’t have a home.”  

“You don’t... what?” 

“I’m homeless,” you said simply.  

His eyes bulged out of his head. “Homeless? But...” He looked you over up and down, and you realized quickly enough what the problem was. You didn’t look homeless, because you were still wearing the dress you’d arrived in. Technically, you were royalty, although you’d been officially stripped of that title for now. But your attire must have given off the impression of someone who was rather wealthy, even though what you were saying was the truth.  

For now, you were homeless.  

“I came from another world,” you decided upon. It was the truth, yet again, although clearly not easy to process, if the bewildered look he gave you was anything to go off.  

He lifted his hand up in protest. “S-Sorry,” he blinked. “I’m not good at picking up on sarcasm or when people are making jokes. Is this some sort of reference that I’m just not getting, or...?”  

Yeah. You’d figured it wouldn’t be this easy. Officially, you didn’t feel the need to hide your unique circumstances, but getting people to believe you was a different matter altogether. How else could you explain yourself, though? You were a fourteen-year-old girl dressed head to toe in luxurious clothes, but you didn’t home a home to return to. Not only that, but you weren’t a human like him or the rest of the people in this world.  

Even though the boy was struggling to make head or tails of what you were saying, you decided to press on. You weren’t sure why exactly, but you had a good feeling about him. The frantic look in his eyes when he’d realized you were hurt, his innocent reactions at just about anything, and on top of that, his sweet-smelling blood. Sometimes, someone’s scent was enough to give you insight as to what kind of person they were.  

He had a sweet, gentle fragrance, and you imagined it was that way for a reason.  

You half-chuckled. “I’m sure it’s hard to believe, but I’m not making things up. I really did come from a different world. Or... I was kicked out of it, more specifically. And now I’ve got no place to go. That’s why I’m homeless. My family banished me here, and I have no idea what to do.”  

The boy’s eyes were gradually softening. Whether he believed you or simply felt sorry for you because he felt you were making up some grandiose lie, you couldn’t tell. But you knew that his concern was genuine. That much was clear.  

“U-Um, okay,” he swallowed. “Do you... need someone to talk to? This is a lot to take in, but you seem pretty serious...”  

“That would be great!” you grinned. “If you have the time to spare, I’d really appreciate it. There’s so much about this world that I just don’t understand. An explanation would really help. I’m [Name], by the way. What can I call you?”  

“Oh... Midoriya Izuku,” he replied, still looking a touch uncertain.  

“You're giving me your full name? Which is your first name, and which one is the last?”  

“Ah, Izuku is my first name, and Midoriya is my last name.” He narrowed his eyes slightly. “You... really aren’t from here, are you? At the very least, it doesn’t seem like you’re from Japan...”  

“Japan? What’s that?” 

Izuku looked like his head was spinning. Based on how candidly you were asking your questions, it was probably starting to dawn on him that you really didn’t have a damn clue as to where you were.  

But there was another problem too. For some reason, you were starting to feel awfully faint. Normally, a small injury like this wouldn’t have been enough to give you such a hard time, but you were growing weaker by the second. Something was wrong.

Is it... because it’s an unfamiliar environment? It feels like all my strength is leaving me. Shit... my entire body is starting to burn up... 

“[N-Name]? Are you okay?”  

You were even starting to stagger in place. No matter how hard you tried to fight it, you were overcome by a sensation of being weak and helpless. It wasn’t a completely foreign feeling. You’d felt it before, countless times, as a matter of fact.  

This weakness... you needed to feed.  

“Izuku,” you mumbled, lightly grabbing onto his shoulder. “Hey. So, I know we only just met and all... but would you mind letting me drink some of your blood?”

Izuku’s face turned pale.  

“...Huh?!”

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Vampire! Hitoshi Shinsou x Denki Kaminari Ficlet

Pairing: Shinsou x Kaminari

Word count: 222

TW: blood (minor), animal death, cursing (minor), vampires

Prompt: Vampires building a home together with a garden as the setting! - from bleep0bleep's fic prompt generator

The dead deer in the lawn was kind of sort of ruining the comfy cottage vibe they were going for.

“Hitoshi, my wonderful little brioche bun. How the hell am I supposed to get our garden together when there’s a giant deer carcass in the lawn?”

Hitoshi snaps his head up from the kitchen tile he was leveling. “Shit, I’m so sorry, love. You know I’m used to living by myself.”

Hitoshi crosses the room in an instant and wraps Denki in his arms, giving him an apologetic peck on the cheek. “No more deer caracas on our property. I swear.”

He liked seeing Hitoshi after he ate. His cheeks flushed with color and he was able to relax into himself more. He was understandably on edge with his very human boyfriend he didn’t want to turn around at all times.

“The 'property?!' You mean our home?" Denki's guffaws.

"Yes, yes. My apologies. Our very lovely, deer free home."

"That's more like it. Now get that shit out of my lawn immediately after you give me a kiss.”

“Sir yes sir,” Hitoshi mumbles against Denki’s lips before sweetly pulling him into a kiss.

The taste of blood lingered on his lips, but he'd let it slide this time. Denki had accepted that learning to live with your newfound vampire boyfriend was a slow process.

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I need more shindeku fics where Hitoshi is a siren and Izuku is a human ….. or Izuku is a vampire and Hitoshi is a human