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Yandere Aizawa x Vampire Oboro comic

Part 2!

Oboro isn’t in this part, but he will be in the next one!

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November 2024

November 2024 Yandere! Alpha! Merman! Oboro Shirakumo X Omega! Reader.  (I do not own Oboro Shirakumo/Loud Cloud. He and all the characters in My Hero Academia or the Vigilantes spin-off belong to Horikoshi Kohei and Hideyuki Furuhashi. If this isn’t your cup of tea, blend of spices, or brew of coffee, move along. Reader discretion is advised.

TW: reader gains weight for spring breeding purposes, Omegaverse shenanigans, yandere, monster-fucking, blood, some gore, teratophilia, sexual slurs, mention of abuser and stalking, water, pregnancy. WC: 11,500 .

After you had eaten some of the food off your plate and had passed out against your husband who was also asleep as movies played on the T.V. screen. Oboro woke up and looked up at the clock to see that it was now late at night. He gently moved his arm, careful not to disturb you as he was happy that you were finally resting. He didn’t wan want to move you just yet as you seemed comfortable curled into his side.  He laid his head back, closed his eyes, and felt the stronger pull of the ocean calling to him, almost making it hard to resist. He helped you book a cabin near the sea to spend your honeymoon at a few days after your wedding to rest from the ceremony. Oboro almost couldn’t wait to take you to the cabin and make you fully his. If anyone dared try to interfere, he would… well, dispose of them. He pulled a blanket over you and let you rest as he scrolled through his phone to make some final preparations before the two of you left for your honeymoon that weekend.

Once you arrive at the Resort, you spend the first week as a normal newly-wedded couple would: Hardly ever leaving the bedroom. You knew that he was a merman before you were married but you didn’t know some of the requirements you needed to have his baby.  He requires you to gain fifteen pounds before having his child and he’ll make sure that you gain all the weight needed during the honeymoon. However, coming to the beach for your honeymoon isn’t the only reason why Oboro brings you here. He has learned of the location and status of the man that hurt you so many years ago and he wishes to end him. Even if it means that he must rip out the man’s jugular with his own teeth. He will do anything to keep his darling safe.

You stepped out of the car, taking in the saltiness of the air and sound of the crashing waves on the beach mixing with his sandalwood scent that entered your nose as he helped you get out of the car before staring off into the woods. You noticed his breathing get heavier and his gaze darkening in the direction of the trees that surrounded the cabin. You placed your hand on his chest and made him look in your eyes. Hi expression calmed down when his eyes locked on you and he kissed your head. “Sorry about that, darling. I got a bit sidetracked there. how are you feeling? Feeling better not that we’re here?” He asked as he cupped your head with his hands and looked you in the eyes. You looked back and gave him a soft smile.

“Yes, I do. I feel calmer. The ocean has always brought me calm. But I have a feeling we’re being watched by him. Let’s get inside.” You told him and tapped his arm so he could let you go. Oboro reluctantly let you go, patting your butt as you went to retrieve your purse from the front of the car. He went to the trunk of the car to pull out your suitcases before he rolled them to the porch and unlocked the cabin. He set the bags inside as he waited for you.  You carried your purse and snack bag from the passenger side of the car to the front door. You looked to Oboro a little confused.

“What are you doing just standing there? Shouldn’t we go inside?” You asked as you set your bags down, and embraced your husband. Oboro kissed you and quickly swept you off your feet, carrying you in the bridal style fashion through the threshold of the cabin, making sure to mind your head. He set you down on the couch and kissed you before leaving you be to pull your things inside so no one would steal them, placing them on the kitchen counter before his gaze fixated on you. His eyes darkened with hunger as he pulled his shirt off as he walked to you, never letting his gaze falter. You felt your face flush bright red as he approached you, watching as he towered over your form laying on the couch in the living room. He pulled you close and kissed you deeply.

“Do you remember why we’re here, my love?” He asked as he rubbed soothing circles on your back.  You looked into his eyes that expressed a seriousness about them and tilted your head in confusion.

“We’re here for our honeymoon. What else did you have in mind?” You asked. He smiled, trying to throw you off his true intentions other than spending your honeymoon here.

“My love, what do you have on your mind?” You asked again, trying to capture his attention from being buried in your neck.

“Keeping you full and happy. I also have some business to take care of while we’re here. You just relax and enjoy your time here while I’m out.” He told you and this made you worried. You wanted to know what he had going on in his mind and what his ulterior motives were for this trip other than spending every waking moment with you, sharing moments of bliss and pleasure between each other and prepping for the spring season where he would give you, his child. There was one thing holding him back from breeding you full of his clutch now: your weight. According to him, you were far too thin to carry the eggs of his people. You needed to put on at least fifteen pounds before spring and he was going to make sure you did. He walked over to the table and eyed you up and down before wrapping your legs around his waist and carrying you into the bedroom. He laid you on the bed and helped you out of your jeans before you stopped him.

“We need to put the food away.” You told him and he groaned in protest with his face buried in your neck.

“Not yet. The food can wait a bit longer.” He spoke and held you a little tighter.

“The ice packs will melt or are already melted by now.” You told him and he pressed his body down on you to trap you there.

“Let them melt. I want you all to myself for a bit longer.” He spoke and held you close, nipping at the soft flesh of your neck, and leaving some marks.

“Oboro. You can have me all you want after we be responsible adults and put the food away before it goes bad.” You told him. and rubbed his back. He groaned and got off you and let you get off the bed, watching you leave the bedroom and go into the kitchen. He stood up and followed you into the kitchen to help you unpack the food. Once that task was done, however, he immediately went to wrapping his arms around your waist and hiding his face in your neck as you were putting the last of the food away.

This was rather unusual for him to be this clingy around you. He normally liked to stand back or sit in a chair while you went about working at your tasked with a loving look in his eyes. There was something about his grip on your waist that seemed more possessive and the way he nuzzled into your neck to take in your scent seemed more lustful than before. You noticed that his urges to claim you was stronger than ever as his sandalwood and sea salt scent washed over you, wrapping you in a warm embrace. You were concerned about him since this wasn’t his normal behavior when he was around you.

“Oboro! Why are you being so clingy? I know we’re on our honeymoon, but this is unnatural for you.” You told him and turned to look at him with furrowed brows. You could see the same look on his face that he had earlier. Like he was planning something. You cupped the side of his face with your hand and looked into his eyes.

This was rather unusual for him to be this clingy around you. He normally liked to stand back or sit in a chair while you went about working at your tasked with a loving look in his eyes. There was something about his grip on your waist that seemed more possessive and the way he nuzzled into your neck to take in your scent seemed more lustful than before. You noticed that his urges to claim you was stronger than ever as his sandalwood and sea salt scent washed over you, wrapping you in a warm embrace. You were concerned about him since this wasn’t his normal behavior when he was around you.

“Oboro! Why are you being so clingy? I know we’re on our honeymoon, but this is unnatural for you.” You told him and turned to look at him with furrowed brows. You could see the same look on his face that he had earlier. Like he was planning something. You cupped the side of his face with your hand and looked into his eyes.

“My love, what are you planning? I can see on your face that there’s something on your mind and I don’t think those thoughts have to do with you and me in the bedroom doing things that a newly married couple should be doing on their honeymoon.” You spoke and wrapped your arms around his neck as you wanted a straight answer from him instead of him evading your questions. He held you by the waist and nuzzled you closely, trying to distract you with love bites.

“Fine, you got me. I learned of the location of the person who abused you. He’s in the forest around this cabin. I plan to end him so he never bothers you again. I made a vow to you that I would keep you safe from any form of harm when we were on that altar and with that man still alive, he is still a threat until he’s dead.” He spoke as his gaze intensified as he kept eye contact with you. Your eyes widened at his plan. You mind thought back to the times that your abuser found you either online or on the street and called you many rude names or sexual slurs only because of the few times he learned about your dirty mind, calling you out for it, and making you feel guilty about having such thoughts that you shoved them away entirely. Your abuser also shamed you for being overweight and told you that you would never find a man that would love you because of your size. You always felt uneasy whenever your abuser was around with his smug grin plastered on his face, eyeing you if you were a piece of meat. You knew that murder was bad, but you needed to see him gone, even take his life by your own hands if you must so you could live in peace. 

“If you kill him, I need to see it happen. I need to know that he’s dead, either by my hand or yours. Do you think the sea will take his body? I don’t need him stuck in the earth to have a chance to respawn. We also need to find his base of operations, burn it, and dispose of whoever follows him so there is no chance of him coming back.” You told him. Oboro’s eyes widened as he realized what you were saying. His mind was working in overdrive to wrap itself around the idea of you fighting alongside him. He wanted to keep you safe.

“I want to keep you safe. You can watch if I get his body here. I’ll let you tell me what you wish to see happen to him.” Oboro spoke and held you in his arms.

“Sounds like a plan. What do you want to do first?” You asked as you pulled yourself up on the counter and kissing him gently. He placed his hand on your lower stomach and returned the kiss.

“I plan to get this nice and full then I’ll go out and scout where this bastard’s operating out of and come back to you to plot a plan.” He says and places kisses on your neck. You smile and hold him close as he leaves love bites on your neck.

“That sounds great, my love.” You told him, letting him nuzzle into your neck and take in your scent. Oboro left a few kisses on your neck before he reluctantly pulled away from you to get food from the fridge and set it on the table.

“Come here, my darling.” He cooed and you hopped off the counter to go to where he was standing by a chair at the dining table which he had pulled out for you. You sat down and he pushed your chair in, sitting next to you as you began to eat. Oboro watched you do so, rubbing the side of your stomach as it bloated out with each bite you finished. You looked at the plate hesitantly when he placed down a second helping in front of you. He rubbed your stomach gently and kissed your head.

“You’re eating so well, my love. One more plate after this and I’ll let you rest. Remember what this is for?” He asked.

“This is so I can have your baby in the spring.” You reminded yourself and took another bite. Oboro stood behind you and put his hands on your shoulders as you ate, leaning down to whisper something into your ear.

“I can’t wait to see how big and round you’ll get with my clutch in the spring. I bet you won’t be able to move at all.” He spoke, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Will you need to mark me in the water?” You asked between bites.

“That is preferred for my people. The salt water will help with the seal.” He said as he kept a hand on your shoulder as you kept on eating.

“Good. I can’t wait.” You told him as you reached halfway through your third plate of food. Oboro smiled and sat back down next to you to watch you eat the rest of your food and prepare your final round of food. He smiled as you ate the last bite off your plate and sat back, looking very stuffed, and bloated. He rubbed soothing circles on your stomach and kissed you gently.

“What would you like for your last round of food?” He asked as he kept his hands on your stomach, rubbing gently, and looking you in the eyes.

“I don’t know. I’m so full, I don’t think I can fit another bite.” You told him and he kissed you again.

“Just have a few bites of your favorite dessert. I made sure to bring it to spoil you with it.” He said quietly into your ear and kissed you more.

“Damn, you’re irresistible like this. All stuffed and bloated for me. Such a good girl.” He spoke and ran his hand up your stomach. You groaned as you shifted to sit up a bit better and passed your plate back to your husband.

“Not too much. You made sure I ate enough.” You told him as you looked up to him. He smiled and took your plate, walking to the kitchen, placing your plate on the counter, and pulling something out of the fridge that looked like your favorite dessert. Oboro pulled out a large portion of the treat and set it on your plate before he placed the dish in front of you. You took a deep breath as you saw the amount of the sweet delicacy on the plate and you picked up your fork to begin eating. You enjoyed every bite of the treat and whimpered in slight pain as your stomach grew fuller and fuller, pushing out against the waistband of your pants, and threatening to spill over the band. You pushed the last bite of food into your mouth before you sat back in your chair and gave in, sliding the waistband of your pants under the curve of your bloated stomach and rubbing at the angry red lines that marked your skin. Oboro rubbed your stomach and kissed your head.

“Good girl. Let’s get you settled in the bedroom.” He spoke and took care of your plate as you took a moment to digest and let your stomach settle before you even dared to move. Once you felt safe enough to move, you sat up in your chair, braced yourself against the table before you attempted to stand, and made your way over to the bedroom to sleep off all this food. Oboro quickly rushed to your side and guided you into the bedroom. He helped you into the bed and made sure you were settled before he kissed your head and pulled out some clothes to change into while he went out to scout out where your abuser was hiding. When you were resting, Oboro pulled his shirt on and; buttoned it up, walking out into the storm that had pulled in off the coast. Now was the time to end the person that hurt you and let his body become fish food. Oboro walked through the heavy rain, and into the woods with his quarterstaff in hand. He found your abuser and his lackies in a clearing waiting for him. “So, you finally show up. About time you left that bitch alone to let her deal with her own problems. That slut made a mistake even telling you about our private matters.” The scumbag spoke and showed Oboro an overconfident smile. Oboro’s blood boiled at his words.

“You keep those words out of your mouth. Y/n isn’t any of that. She did the right thing by telling others about the things you did to her. She is stronger than you. She has done her part of the battle, now it’s my turn.” Oboro growled and gripped his staff before lunging at the group of men.

“Make sure he doesn’t leave this clearing without some injuries.” The abuser spoke and his followers attacked Oboro, throwing punches and kicks at him which he easily evaded and dodged, knocking the grunts down until it was only him and the abuser left standing.

“My business is with you. Those men have nothing to do with this.” Oboro spoke and pointed the end of his weapon at the wide-eyed man sitting on the stump in front of him.

“How did you-.”

“Take all those grunts down easily? I’ve had training. Like I said before, my issue is with you. Stop evading this and deal with it like a man.” Oboro spoke, flashing him his signature grin, sending a shiver down his opponent’s spine.

“W-What are you going to do to me?” He stammered, trying to back up and get away.

“I think you know what you deserve. And I’m going to give it to you.” Oboro spoke and stepped closer. The abuser smirked, though his hands shook, giving away the fear he still felt.

“I deserve to have Y/n back under my control. She was such a good little proxy of mine.” He spoke and stood up, his height now towering a few inches above Oboro. Oboro’s eyes widened as he saw the stature of the man who gave you so much pain and suffering. His brow furrowed and he took up a stance.

“You will never lay a hand on her again. You will have to get through me.” Oboro spoke and pulled his staff back to bring it down in a strike on his opponent, who dodged and pushed Oboro to the beach, which was a mistake on his part. What your abuser didn’t know was that Oboro was a merman and had strength in the water. He was at a disadvantage already with the heavy downpour and the fight but he didn’t care, he only wanted you back. He wanted to have his deeply rooted, infectious control over you again. He wanted you to be his plaything, the thing he could do anything to without consequences.

This has changed.

You have broken your connection to him and found Oboro who treated you better, respected your boundaries, kept you safe from harm, and provided what you needed when you asked for it.

To draw the abuser away from the beach, Oboro ran into the woods, hoping to draw the abuser onto the beach and loose him there, hoping to watch the scumbag of a man give up and return home, hopefully with a cold from being out in the rain for so long. Oboro heard the abuser close on his heels so he summoned a cloud, quickly hopping onto the vessel, and rising up into the trees near the cliff edge. Oboro watched as the man ran on to the beach and run in either direction for a while in the heavy rain, calling out Oboro’s name.

 Oboro resisted the urge to follow the man onto the beach, knock him out, and tie him to the back porch to let you do what you wanted to him.   That will have to happen another day. Oboro hid himself amongst the trees to contemplate following the man to his hideout so he could tell you where it was or just going back to the cabin to spend more time with you. He leaned against the trunk of the tree as he watched the monster of a man come up from the beach searching for him. Oboro held his breath and didn’t move a muscle, hoping the man wouldn’t see him.

 The man growled and screeched in frustration before disappearing into the bushes. Once the man was out of sight, Oboro exhaled and decided to head home to dry off and warm up so he wouldn’t get sick. Oboro wanted to wait before kidnapping the man and letting you have at him, letting out all your anger at the person that harmed you.

This was only a scouting mission after all. On the way back to the Cabin, Oboro went back to the clearing and found a path that he followed and found a large, withered mansion that looked to be painted a dull and depressing shade of grey. Oboro didn’t dare entered the clearing in case of any of the abuser’s followers were waiting around even in the heavy downpour. Using his excellent eyesight, Oboro made out the faint shape of several tents and an R.V. in a circle next to the depressing and eerie mansion. He counted how many there were and saw someone exit the R.V. with the abuse right behind him. Oboro stayed hidden in the trees but still watched as the two interacted.

“That bastard has no right to have claim on her. She’s mine and I swear I’ll get that bitch back.” Abuser spoke and went into his tent with the follower right behind him. Oboro growled with anger at the man’s words, resisting the urge to kidnap that monster now and dragging him back to beat him within an inch of his life before handing him over to you.

 He gave up the idea of wanting to scare the people there and go back home to you and spend some time with you. It was your honeymoon after all and wanted to make the best of it. Oboro turned, and stomped up the path, through the clearing, and back into the house.

Once he entered the house, he went to the bedroom and saw you sound asleep. He smiled softly and kissed your head before grabbing a change of clothes and going to the bathroom to shower. You stirred from your sleep, opening your eyes, and looking to the bathroom where you heard the shower running. You slowly got out of bed and wandered over to where the noise was coming from.

You saw standing in the middle of the tiled living room, a dark figure that had a startling presence that froze you in place. The figure looked at you with piercing blue eyes that shook you to your very core.

“Oboro? Is that you? Are you okay?” You asked as you waited by the door. Oboro heard your voice and walked to the door, flicking the light switch on so you could see his very naked form in front of you.

“It’s just me, my love. I’m fine. I’m just taking a shower to warm up. It was raining hard while I was out there scouting. Do you want to join me?” He asked as he opened the door a bit to look at you while you spoke. Your eyes widened at what he was implying, nodding in approval, letting him pull you into the bathroom, and closing the door behind you.

Oboro wrapped his arms around you and helped you out of your pesky clothes that got in his way from touching your soft and supple skin. He slid his hands down your waist and gripped at the new softness of your body. He pushed down your pants and underwear before tossing them into the hamper with his own clothes. He picked you up and wrapped your legs around his waist before he carried you into the shower, letting the water beat down on the both of you to warm your bodies up.

After the shower, Oboro got out of the shower and helped you out, wrapping a towel around you before helping you step out of the tub. You fidgeted with the corner of your towel before looking up at him. Your mind raced with what your husband saw on his scouting mission. You looked up at him as he placed a hand on your shoulder.

“Did you see him?” You asked as you looked him intensely in the eyes. Oboro hesitated to tell you what he saw but soon sighed as he gave in.

“I did see him. I knocked out the grunts he had with him before he tried chasing me onto the beach. I didn’t follow him though. I contemplated going out to try and find his hideout but I decided to do that another day. I am on my honeymoon with my wife after all.” He spoke and kissed you gently.

“How’s your stomach feeling?” He added as he rubbed the side of your stomach with so little pressure that it might as well have been caressing.

“I feel fine.” You reassured him before he kissed you again.

“That’s good. Are you feeling hungry again?” He asked as he held you by the waist.

“I could go for something smaller than what you had me eat earlier.” You spoke and leaned into him gently. Oboro places his chin on your shoulder and looks down at the small curve poking out from under your towel.

“What’s on your mind, my love?” You asked as you reached up to tangle your fingers in his hair.

“I’m just imagining what you’ll look like with my clutch in you.” He spoke and left gentle nips on your neck. You smiled fondly and went to get changed into some loose clothes for better comfort. Oboro went into the kitchen to prep you something to eat while you looked over a map of the area and saw some clearings in the area. You marked them down so either Oboro or you could check them out later.

Oboro walked over with a sandwich on a plate, setting it next to you, and watching you scan the map for any probable clue as to where he would hide.

“I think I’ve narrowed down the possible places where he and his men could be hiding.” You say as you look up from the map and over to Oboro who was still watching you in a loving manner. You smiled and showed him the places on the map that you thought to be ideal to set up a camp. You pointed to a larger clearing only about a ten-minute walk from the cabin.

“This seems to be the most likely place for him to set up camp.” You spoke.

“That clearing is a bit big, why do you think he would be there?” Oboro asked.

“He can summon a mansion to house him and his army. He will need a decent amount of space to summon the mansion and have enough training grounds for his proxies.” You explained as you ate your sandwich, feeling a bit numb as you recalled what your abuser needed to set up camp.  Oboro noticed the air around you shift and your face darkened as you set down the sandwich and took some deep breaths. He held you close and kissed your head.

“We will end him. We could do it tonight but the weather outside is too nasty for us. I might have extra strength in the rain but I don’t want you to get sick because you get too cold from being out in the rain for so long. Let’s try to enjoy tonight and get our minds off the stress. We can go out looking for his mansion in the morning.” Oboro said and kissed you gently.

You kissed him back and sighed as your mind was still lingering on the things that the man and his followers did to you all those years ago. Seven to be exact.  There was a fact you learned not too long ago that, every seven years, all the cells in your body would be replaced and you’d have a new body. You’d have a body that was never touched or harmed by that man and his followers. Yet had been feeling your body wanting to purge something, like it was a roadblock preventing you from moving on with your life.

 You knew that you were going to get married to Oboro, but you couldn’t see yourself doing anything else beyond your honeymoon and living your life as his wife. You knew you needed to overcome this trauma if you wanted to live your life with nothing hanging over you like a dark cloud. You needed to dispose of that trauma, and bury it away in the one place that made you feel calm and safe: the ocean.

 You told Oboro about this and he supported you fully, wanting to keep you safe and rid the world of anything that would dare harm you or cause you pain. It was his main goal in life to keep you safe. To make you all his and let no one else get in his way of having you in his arms. Oboro kissed your cheek to pull you out of your thoughts and back to reality.

“Hey, You got lost in your thoughts again, didn’t you?” He asked. You nodded and he gave you a soft smile. He leaned into you, nuzzling into your hair and speaking quietly.

“I can’t wait to wrap my tail around you and mate with you in the water. I can’t wait to see my mark form on your skin so anyone who dares look at you wrong will know that you’re mine.” He says and trails his teeth over the upper edge of your ear and down to your earlobe.

“I believe I will have to pleasure you in other ways before I mark you though.” He spoke, his voice deepening with a lustful tone and his eyes darkening with the desire to claim you in the bedroom in every way he knew how to.

“If you aren’t careful darling, I’ll have to claim and mark you in the bedroom now and throw the tradition out the window.” He spoke and placed kisses on your neck. You wanted that more than anything but there was something that needed to be done before anything else. Before you could finally be mated to him.

“I’m not ready yet. I want that bastard and his followers dead and gone before I let you mark me.” You spoke, placing your hands on his arms that he had wrapped around your waist to rub your stomach.

“How about more stuffing tonight then?” He asked.

“What did you have in mind to stuff me with?” You asked.

“A big bowl of pasta with some kind of sauce and garlic bread.” He spoke while rubbing your stomach.

“That sounds amazing.” You told him and he kissed you again.

“Go get settled and I’ll get cooking. Unless you want to help, then I don’t think I can stop you there, my love.” He spoke and you took up his offer to rest and relax while he spoiled you with dinner. He made sure you were settled before he disappeared into the kitchen to begin cooking.

After the food was made, he set the plates down on the table and found you nesting in the bedroom. He smiled at the sight of you making yourself comfortable in the bedroom.

“Food’s ready, my love.” He spoke as he leaned into the doorway as he watched you finish a wall in your nest before coming to his side so he could guide you to the kitchen and surprise you with the vast amount of food he made. He covered your eyes and opened them for you to see the spread of various pasta on the table.

“All for you, my love.” He spoke and held your waist.

“This is a lot of food. You are intent on getting me fatter, aren’t you?” You asked as he rubbed your belly.

“Yes, and you need energy for tomorrow. You’re coming with me to find his mansion and burn it down. We’re going to smoke out that bastard and his followers and make him pay for what they did to you.” He whispered into your ear. You grew excited at the thought of making your abuser feel the pain that you did when he hurt you. The two of you sat down across from each other at the table to begin eating. He would sneak some pasta onto your plate when you weren’t looking as the two of you talked, planning out how you would take down the abuser.

You noticed Oboro sneaking another generous portion of mac and cheese onto your plate while you spoke.

“Hey, you’ve been sneaking a lot onto my plate tonight. If you aren’t careful, we will have to slip out into the storm, and let you mark me now.” You told him as he finished sliding the mac and cheese onto your plate.

“Fine, I’ll back off here. At least eat all that before we sleep.” He spoke with a playful roll of his eyes. You ate the food that he gave you and felt yourself grow sleepy. Your body wanted to have this trauma released and buried in the sea, washed away like a bucket of water splashed on a dirty side walk. You pushed your empty plate away from you and stood up slowly.  Oboro rushed to your side, helping you stand, and walked with you to the bedroom to rest and digest the meal you consumed. He made sure you were settled and sleeping peacefully before he went to clean up the dirty dishes. AS he was quietly washed the dishes, he listened to the rain picking up outside that was seeming to mix with the occasional thump or thud of something hitting the back sliding doors and the deck. Oboro finished scrubbing the pot he was cleaning and set it to dry before investigating the sound. He pulled on his aviator jacket and goggles, grabbing his quarter-staff before stepping outside into the storm.  He heard scattered laughter from a group of young men that he recognized from the camp site watched them run up the beach while one stayed behind, aiming a rock in his slingshot at Oboro, pulling back, and letting the rock fly, only to be caught in Oboro’s hand. The kid wearing a dark hoodie and jeans fell backwards onto the wet sand as the striking blue of the merman’s eyes made him falter. Thunder rolled and lighting flashed, illuminating Oboro’s form to the young man, making him curse under his breath and scramble to his feet and run up the beach after his friends. Oboro used his sight and temporary illuminations from the lighting when it cracked across the sky to figure out who dared try to infiltrate his home. there were four kids in hoodies that only looked to be friends of that monster who hurt you. Oboro began to hop over the railing when he heard the steps behind him creaking as if someone was walking up them and he whipped his head around to see your abuser standing at the top of the stairs looking at him. “Where is she?” He asked and stepped closer. “Where is Y/n?” He demanded. “I can’t tell you that.” Oboro spoke as he hopped off the railing and approached your abuser. The monster grabbed Oboro’s collar and shook him a little. “You freak! You will tell me where that bitch is so I can take her back. That whore is mine and no one can claim her and her filthy mind.” The abuser spoke and Oboro’s mind went blank with rage. He grabbed the abuser by the shirt and pushed him up against the wall of the house. “Listen here, you monster, I tried being nice. I tried playing it safe and careful. But I’m done being the good guy to you. Its time you get the punishment you deserve for hurting my wife.” Oboro growled at him and let his collar go and threw a few punches at him, landing one square in his eye and another in his jaw. The abuser shrieked with pain which fueled Oboro’s anger. His noises of pain would surely wake you from your peaceful slumber. Oboro couldn’t have that but it was too late. He looked up to see a nightstand light flick on and your silhouette sit up from the bed. Oboro glared down at your abuser with his smug grin on his face. “Listen here, you scumbag. When she comes over to see what woke her up, you are to stay silent or your head will be splattered all over the rocks on the cliffside, got it?” Oboro threatened. Your abuser’s eyes widened as he realized that your husband was serious. Oboro looked up again to see you approach the sliding door that led into the master bedroom. You looked to see Oboro stood on the other side of the sliding door looking at you. He was drenched from head to toe and panting in the heavy downpour outside. A crack of lightning illuminated the scene on the back deck for only a moment. You covered your mouth in horror as you saw that Oboro had a firm grip on the collar of your abuser’s shirt. He was bleeding and dark purple splotches were blooming on his skin, making it clear that Oboro had certainly done a number on him

“I got him now, darling. Come outside. It’s time to finish him.” You heard Oboro tell you. Your expression darkened and you grabbed your trident, watching the fear grow on your abuser’s face before it quickly turned into a twisted grin.

“Well, if it isn’t-.” He began to speak before he was hit over the back of the head by Oboro and falling to his knees.

“What did I say?” He spoke threateningly into his ear.

“K-keep quiet.”

“That’s right. Now shut up or I’ll have to rip out your tongue, got it?” Oboro said moving his hand to hold the back of his neck. Your abuser gulped loudly as you stood before him. You knelt to look him in the eyes.

“Look who’s face is in the dirt now. My, my… how the tables have turned.” You spoke and looked your abuser in the eyes. You couldn’t read anything from him so you set his head down and looked to your husband.

“Take him down to the rocky platform. I’ll be there in a moment.” You told him. Oboro nodded and dragged your abuser down to the patio area. With a few deep breaths, you gathered your courage and followed him to the patio overlooking the water. Oboro had tossed your abuser against the rocks and transformed down into his merman form, letting his primal, protective instincts take over. He glanced up at you and shielded you from your abuser. One thing you did notice was Oboro’s eyes. They were almost completely dilated black as if his merman instincts were telling him to attack, though, he held back, waiting on your command. 

You sat down in one of the plastic chairs under the deck of the cabin and stared at the helpless form of your abuser. Oboro let out a low whine as he grew impatient as the ability to resist his urge to rip out the throat of the monster in front of him was waning Your eyes moved between your husband and your abuser, waiting for the right moment to sick Oboro on him. You heard the pleading whimpers of your abuser and the snarls of distaste coming from Oboro as he pulled back, ready to strike.

“Be patient, my love. Let him struggle a bit longer.” You spoke and Oboro growled in protest, crawling over to your side, not taking his eyes off your abuser. You watched your abuser grow more and more panicked, coming close to begging for his death.

“Please! Just end me now! Or let me go! I won’t bother you ever again!” he pleaded, tears running down his face.  You were tired of his antics.

“Attack.” You spoke and Oboro, who had been waiting this whole time lunged at your abuser, going for his throat, and ripping it out with his teeth. You listened to the strangling screams of your abuser die out with the sounds of the raging storm outside. You couldn’t look away even if you wanted to. You watched as Oboro looked back at you with the same primal look and blood dripping down his chin.

“You did good. Go find his followers. They are probably nearby.  I’ll finish him off.” You spoke as you gripped your weapon and walked to the body of your abuser, raising your weapon, and bringing it down on his head. You did these motions enough times that he was dead, the only thing left was a bloody pulp where his brains and face would be. You panted and looked at the lifeless form of your abuser.

 You collapsed into a seated position on the ground, hand still tightly wrapped around your trident as you processed what you just did. You leaned against the wooden pillar for a while as you listened to the rain beat down on the rocky area, washing the blood into the surrounding patches of grass near the patio. Oboro came back standing on two legs and wiping the blood off his chin as he approached you. He saw you staring at the lifeless form of your abuser in front of you with such hatred and anger that he walked closer and touched your shoulder. You jumped, though quickly, relaxed when you realized it was him.

“He’s dead by your hand, my love. It’s time to bury him.” He spoke and sat next to you.

“I know he’s dead. I watched him die. I don’t believe it though. He’s come back from things worse than this in the past.” You spoke.

“Then bind him down to the earth so his spirit may never wander free.” Oboro spoke and rubbed your back to let him hold you in his arms. Once in his grasp, you let the pent-up emotions out by crying. You cried hard, letting your tears mix with the droplets of rain. Oboro sunk down with you in his arms, rubbing your back in soothing motions, and whispering words of praise and encouragement into your ear.

“You did so well. He’s gone and so are his followers. There is a hole waiting for him on the beach. I’ve already buried all his followers. I’ll help you when you’re ready.” He told you. You wiped away your tears and looked up to the body.

“I’m ready. Did you get the stones I gathered earlier?” You asked. Oboro nodded and helped you carry the body down the steps, being careful as they were wet from the relentless rain that signaled an oncoming storm.

“We need to move quickly. The storm will be here soon.” He informed you as you arrived on the beach. He helped you place the body into the hole he dug into the sand as you gathered your bucket of rocks that you wanted to line the graves with. Oboro grabbed a shovel and handed it to you after you set down the bucket. You began to shovel sand over the body as you spoke a phrase under your breath.

“Create a chain that binds, I bind you to the earth, may you never walk free again.” You said, over and over until the body was entirely buried and you surrounded the graves with the rocks you found a few days prior. You drew your seal on the tops of the graves to seal the monsters down so you’d never see them around again. You managed to finish in the nick of time as the rain began to pour harder as the storm grew closer. Oboro grabbed you by the waist and led you inside. He told you to go take a hot shower while he made you something to help warm you up from the cold.

After the body had been dead, and buried, you felt a sense of relief that they were gone now. No longer able to wander the Earth and give you unwanted stress or drama. You broke down crying on the sand next to Oboro, glad that he was gone, never to bother you again. Oboro sat next to you, rubbing your back, and holding you close as you purged out what you were feeling. 

“I have you, my love. He’s gone. He will never hurt you again. He has no hold on you anymore.” He told you as his gaze fixated on the point where he buried the bodies of the man’s lackies that got in his way.

“Let it all out, my love. Take all the time you need. I’ll keep you safe.” He spoke and kissed your head as he wrapped his arms around you.

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After you had cleaned your body of the blood of your abuser, you put on your bathing suit and your bathrobe before you left through the back deck of the cabin, walked down the path to the beach and took your sandals off, and took a deep breath before you slipped your robe off and set it on the nearby boulder on the shore, keeping your eyes on the unnaturally quiet water in front of you. You saw Oboro’s head peek out of the water, his eyes seeming to beckon you to the edge of the water. You felt your body move on its own as you met him at the edge of the water. He swam closer to meet you in the shallows where you’d normally wade and he waited for you to enter the water. You waded in, letting the water rise over your ankles, knees, and finally, when you were waist-deep, Oboro swam up to you and grabbed you by wrapping his strong arms around you.

“Relax now my love, I have you now.” He spoke and you held onto him.

 You relaxed in his grasp, letting him support you as he swam behind some rocks that protruded out of the water. He leaned you against them and kissed his way down your neck, leaving a trail of love marks on your skin. He slid his hand under the hem of your top, sliding his hand up to cup your breast and kiss you more. You gasped and settled down to his touch as you felt his powerful tail wrap around one of your legs.

“That’s it, my love. Just relax. Tell me where you want my mark.” He spoke and hovered over your neck as you contemplated whether you wanted his mark displayed for all to see or to be kept hidden. You knew where you wanted his mark but you wanted to put his opinion into account. You pulled away from his chain of passionate kisses and looked him in the eyes.

“Do you want your mark to be seen for all to see or kept hidden, only for us to see?” You asked. His eyes lit up when you asked him that question and the corners of his mouth curled up into a grin.

“I want my mark out for everyone to see. I want any other Alphas to know that you’re mine and they will have to fight me if they dare to try and take you.” He spoke into your ear while one of his hands cupped the side of your face, the other encouraging your legs to wrap around his waist. You felt your face flush bright red when he said that and he chuckled.

“Good girl. Where would you like my mark to be shown?” He asked. You thought for a moment then tapped the back of your neck, gesturing  at the bone that sat between your shoulder blades.

“I want it there. It might not be visible all the time, but it’s a good spot to show it off when get dressed up.” You told him and he kissed you close to your neck.

“That’s perfect, my love. A dress that would be low enough in the back to show my mark off would be perfect.” He whispered against your skin, leaving a bite mark behind. You turned over to show him the back of your neck. Oboro let you shift around so he could mark you. He stared at the back of your neck, leaning down to kiss the area gently, eventually baring his fangs, dragging them down the back of your neck and down your spine a little, causing you to shudder under him. Oboro chuckled and kissed the spot again, gripping your hip as he did so.

“Ready, baby?” He asked. You nodded and he bit down on the back of your neck, biting harder until blood entered his mouth. He licked the mark clean and pulled away, watching the mark heal over, and form a cloud in a circle on the back of your neck.

“You’re all mine. Now, how does the idea of receiving my clutch and becoming even more swollen and round for me sound, my love?” He asked.

You felt your face flush even deeper red at his comment. You nodded yes in response, watching him move down to your pants and pull your waistband down with his teeth. He slid the elastic into his hand which he slid off your hips, down your legs, and discard them to the side of the bed on the floor. He kissed his way back up to your thighs before he hooked them both over his shoulders.  His eyes stared up at you with darkened desire of lust. He bit on your thighs, making sure to leave plenty of move bites behind. He hovered over your lower stomach and spread your legs a bit wider. You felt your face flush a deeper shade of red, trying to hide your embarrassment in the pillow under your head. Oboro squeezed your thigh until you looked at him. 

“Don’t be shy now, my love.” He spoke and coaxed your legs apart a little farther before he went down on you.  You let your hand intertwine  with his soft, cloud-like locks, feeling them move on their own against the palm of your hand. You let them move and flow on their own before you focused on one and tugged slightly, earning a pleasured moan from your husband.

 You tugged again and he moaned again, looking up at you with eyes rolling back into his skull.

“You really like that, don’t you, my pet?” You asked.

“Yes, Master.” You heard Oboro say, his head leaning into your hand. Your eyes widened and your expression softened as he submitted to you.

“That’s a good boy.” You told him and something sparked in his eyes. He went back down to sucking you off and taking in the slick that leaked out of you. He licked between your folds and nipped gently, making you writhe against him.

“Careful, darling. I’m getting close.” You spoke as you held his head down between your legs. He muttered against your heat, sucking, and lickings until your hips rolled down in a staggering motion, and your body twitched and you released your slick onto his face. He pulled away from you to wait until you’ve finished and began to clean you up.

“You taste so good, baby.” He spoke as he licked up the last of your slick from folds. He unhooked your legs from his shoulders gently and sat up before pulling you in his lap and wrapping his modesty garment around your waist, and sinching it tightly to make sure you weren’t going anywhere. You gasped and pressed yourself into him, hiding your face in his neck. He held you close and rubbed your back.

“You were so good, sweetheart. Take a moment and drink some water. I’m almost to the point where I’m able to breed you full of my clutch.” He spoke as he handed you your water bottle and watched you drink it down. He rubbed your back and kissed your head.

“Good girl. Now let’s get you comfortable so you can ride me.” He said with a grin plastered on his face. You felt even more embarrassed as he pulled you out from your hiding place in his neck and looked you in the eyes.

“Relax and let me care for you.” He spoke and tilted your head up to look at him. He pulled you into a kiss and laid back with his hands gripping your hips and controlling your movements. He helped you line up with his erection and slide you down onto his length and letting out a moan of pleasure as you adjusted to his size. Oboro enjoyed the moans of pleasure coming from your mouth ----- they sounded like music to his ears. Once you were adjusted to his girth and size, he kissed you again, but deeper and more passionate than before. He nipped at the raised edges of his mark which sent shudders down your spine and kickstarted you grinding on him.  He held onto you and pressed his forehead against yours as he watched you ride up and down on his cock.

“That’s it, darling. Do you see my knot forming? Do you want it?” He asked and you wrapped your arms around his neck, entangling your fingers into the hair on the back of his neck and head as you looked down.

“I want your knot to fill me up, making my stomach get bigger and rounder with your eggs. Please.” You begged.

“Who’s the pet now~.” He teased and gripped your butt. You kissed on his neck and tugged at the floating locks on the back of his neck, which earned you another moan from him.

“I’m still the one in control here.” You reminded him. As you pulled his head back so you could look him in the eyes.

“Yes, master.” He spoke and kissed you deeply as he moved your hips up and down on his shaft until you both could feel your orgasms grow close. He moved your head to look him in the eyes before he tilted your head to the side and bit down on the unmarked sides of your neck as he pulled you down on his knot and released with a deep, guttural groan from his chest as he claimed you as his own. Now no one could touch you.

“You’re all mine. No one will ever try to take you from me again.” He spoke and looked you in the eyes again. They had a brighter glow and possessive look. As you stared into his eyes, you felt something different about him.

“Who are you?” You asked.

“I am still Oboro Shirakumo. I am a crown prince of Atlantis; Poseidon is my father and my mother is a human. You are to be my bride.” He spoke as he held you close. Your eyes widened at this news. You knew he was a merman but you didn’t think he was royalty. You looked up into his eyes, wanting to ask him something, but he already knew what you were going to ask.

“That bastard has become fish food. If not oceanic fertilizer. Or burning material.  He will never hurt you again.” He spoke as he ran his hands up your back and held you close. You leaned into him and let your trauma release. You felt a weight lift off your shoulders and leave through a point right below Oboro’s mark and between your shoulder blades. You cried harder as you felt it leave your body and disappear into the night.

Oboro let you lean into him and hide your face again into his neck to help you calm yourself.

“That’s it, my love.” He spoke and held you as you cried out all your pent-up emotions associated with your trauma and what that monster did to you. Once your tears subsided, you felt raw, numb, and exhausted enough that you could sleep for twenty-four hours straight. Oboro held you up as you leaned into him. He slid you off him and carried you into the bathroom to clean up and get into comfortable clothing to sleep in. He held you in one arm and flicked the light switch on, off, then on again and sighing. He heard the raging storm outside, listening as the rain beat down on the side of the house and felt you whimper and nuzzle in deeper to his neck.

“Looks like the powers out, sweetheart. Do you have any candles or a flashlight somewhere?” He asked as he felt for the counter to set you on.

“There should be a flashlight in the kitchen drawer and some candles there too.” You responded.

You felt Oboro kiss your forehead and place his hands on your thighs before he left the bathroom to find the light sources and come back to you.

You luckily didn’t have to wait long until Oboro came back with a flashlight to light up the bathroom and a pack of various other candles to light up the room. He turned on the flashlight, revealing the task he had at hand. You watched as he placed the candles around the bathroom, placing some around the bathtub, on the tank of the toilet, on the counter around you, and the spares going into the far corners of the room. He then took the lighter he found and lit up every one of the candles before standing before you, beginning to remove the rest of his clothing from his body, tossing them into the laundry bin in the corner, and focusing his attention to you and pulling you into his arms. He kissed you gently, letting his hands wander over your body as did yours. You enjoyed feeling the strong muscles under his skin as he caressed your softer curves gently. He buried his face into your neck and left more gentle bite marks on your skin as he pulled away to look at you and admire just how beautiful you are. You looked back at him and a question arose in your mind.

“Why didn’t you tell me about your status before?” You asked. Oboro sighed and rubbed the back of his neck.

“I didn’t want you to marry me just because I’m a prince of Atlantis.” He said seriously.

“I wouldn’t have done that. I’m not interested in money or status.” You told him and he relaxed, letting out a sigh of relief and looking back to you.

“I’m glad to hear that.” He told you. You looked up at him and a crack of lightning sounded along with a roll of thunder. Your eyes widened as the noise felt bigger than you and struck fear into your body. Oboro noticed your fear and helped you settle down.

“Nothing to be afraid of. That’s just a sign that a friend of mine is helping dispose of that monster. How about we relax and have a nice bath?” He told you while rubbing circles on your back with his thumb.

“That sounds like a good idea.” You spoke and Oboro turned the water on in the tub and cuddled with you as it filled up, keeping you safe from the big scary storm outside.

“Who is your friend to make that storm?” You asked as the tub finished filling and Oboro turned the water off.

“The great wind god Aeolus. He’s one of my half-brothers. I asked him to bring a storm to the coast and take away the bodies into our dad’s realm where they would be dealt with so you don’t have to anymore.” Oboro reassured you and helped ease you into the water in front of him so you could lay your body on him. He helped you get settled and held you close, letting the warmth of the water sink into your bones and ease any aches you might have from mating with your husband.  Your mind swirled with thoughts of what would happen in the future. Would you get to meet Poseidon and his wife? What would you say or even do in the presence of a God? You shook your head and nuzzled into Oboro’s neck, trying to distract yourself from the thoughts in your mind. Oboro noticed your stress when your scent changed slightly.

“What’s on your mind, sweetheart?” He asked as he rubbed your back. You sighed and told him about your worries about meeting his dad and what life would be if you joined him in Atlantis for visits and such. Oboro chuckled and stroked your hair.

“Don’t worry. They will love you.” He spoke and held you close, trying to reassure you and ease your fears.

“How am I supposed to act around Poseidon? He’s a god.” You told him.

“And you’re his daughter-in-law.” He told you, rubbing your back and looking at you in a loving manner. You were surprised at your new status and you nuzzled into his neck deeper, wanting his scent to calm you.

“Will I be big enough?” You ask as you looked down at the curve of your stomach that was still round and bloated from receiving Oboro’s eggs.

“You will be. We’re still on our honeymoon, darling. Tonight was only night one.” He told you and you felt your face flush a rather deep shade of red. Oboro noticed this and smiled.

“Does someone like the idea of getting bigger?” He asked you as he ran some fingers up your arm. You looked up at him and nodded.

“Good. After we finish soaking, I’ll make sure you get nice and full during our time here before you’re meeting my family.” Oboro spoke and kissed your head. The two of you soaked in the water, listening to the rain pounding on the roof and sides of the house as the storm raged on, until the water turned cold and you began to shiver.  The cold didn’t bother Oboro as he was used to it. He noticed you shivering and helped you out of the water and into a fluffy towel that sadly wasn’t warm because of the power being out. Oboro wrapped a towel around himself and grabbed a flashlight to guide you back into the bedroom where you changed into your pjs while he put out the candles to prevent a fire. You waited on the bed for Oboro to exit the bathroom and follow you to the kitchen where he found some food for you and handed it over to you.

Two weeks later.

Amongst the faint feelings of nausea and extreme fatigue, you were nervous as hell about your first visit to Atlantis. Oboro had retrieved some royal clothing for you to wear to help you blend in better. You were amazed at how flowy and loose they were over your body.

You were checking your appearance in the mirror to make sure all the layers of your outfit were looking alright when Oboro swam up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“You look fine, darling. You’re absolutely glowing, my love. They are waiting in the throne room for us.” He spoke into your ear and held your hand. Your outfit was white pearlescent fabric that was trimmed with gold and helped cover your tail like Oboro’s modesty garment did. He swam with you through double doors and down a hallway to the shimmering white and gold marble doors to the throne room. Guards pushed the doors open and the inside of the throne room was magnificent. Ivory and gold shell motifs decorated the pillars supporting the heavy marble roof to the throne room.  Illuminated torch basins were lining the deep blue path up to the thrones at the back of the room. You were surprised as to how flames worked under water but you didn’t put much mind to it as the herald of the court announced you and Oboro’s presence to the King and Queen. Oboro queued you to bow with him until you were told to rise by Poseidon. “Son, what’s with the formalities? Rise, both of you and let me greet you and your wife.” The god spoke and Oboro helped you rise to face your new father-in law. You were nervous being in front of a god. Poseidon looked to Oboro then to his wife and put his hand on your shoulder. “Relax, Y/n. You’re with family now. There’s no need to be nervous.” He spoke and you looked him in the eyes, seeing how gentle and warm the god was being to you. You relaxed and laughed with your new family, happy to feel welcome into this new life. You looked over at Amphitrite who was giving you a knowing look and gestured for you to follow her while the men talked. You went to her, off the side but still in the throne room, knowing that she wanted to talk to you, and give you some advice. “What is it you’d like to talk to me about…umm.” You trailed off, not knowing what you could call her. Amphitrite chuckled and gave you a warm smile. “You can call me Amphitrite, or mom, whichever suits you.” She told you and looked back to her husband and adopted son. “I brought you over here because I can tell you’re pregnant with Oboro’s child and you haven’t told him yet, have you?” She asked as she looked at you and glanced down at your lower stomach. Your eyes widened in realization. “How do you know that, Amphitrite?” You asked. “I can tell, it comes with being a goddess and living for as long as I have.” She spoke. “I haven’t told him yet. I was too nervous about how today would go that I didn’t want to have him fussing over me.” You told her and the Queen chuckled. “I am happy to be a grandmother again. I wish your pregnancy to be an easy one, my dear. Now, I believe Poseidon is ready for lunch, do you wish to join us?” Amphitrite asked. You looked over to Oboro who nodded slightly and you said yes to your mother-in-law who swam with you to the dining hall. You couldn’t be happier with how your new life was going with your husband, in-laws, and child on the way. You could see the trauma growing ever distant in your mind. The End

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Desire paths have led to many things in life, and in some cases, they become forgotten through the years. Never walk in a quiet forest, you never know what you might just find...

-C.W: yandere themes, reincarnation, mention of lucidity, mentions of death; destruction; war/battle

Part one- here | Part Two| Ko-fi Link

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There have always been a number of gods that plagued the Earth for centuries, some are dormant whilst others lay awake. Tilling the land to become fertile for scavengers to plant and nurture the various, living beings that everyone helped take care of. Villages were scattered across the lands. Textures only known by the gods above painted the air in forms of whitened streaks as darkened clouds that rolled against the sky’s horizon. Clashing colors of smoky blacks and of greys that ranged from the darkest charcoal to the lightest shades of steel and smoke. 

Tiled roofs of imbrices and tegulae overlapped one another, as more important buildings were tiled with pieces of bronze, marble, or even gilt fired against the tiled elements. Communal buildings were shared amongst the people, worshippers, and travelers alike seeking shelter from the seasonal storms or the wrath of an angry god and goddess. Desire paths lead throughout the villages, leading animals and people to their chosen destinations. Many different paths strayed in different and similar directions, all leading to different desires chosen. 

One path, in particular, led to the temple of two special gods that observed and cared for the lands that were under their reign. At first glance, a new worshipper would have held the belief that the two opposing forces were paired together from their appearances.  Stories and tales portrayed the two gods as a form of yin and yang, diametrically opposed forces that lived in harmony with the other. The very few worshippers that managed to have seen the gods at the temple would say that they believed the wrong person to be in control of the dark and the light. 

Each god that lived in the temple wore a simple chiton made from sheer linen that showed their outlines lain against the fabric. There were two gods in specific that lived amongst the carved stones of the temple that stretched across the forested land. 

A golden-haired, lithe-figured god strolled throughout the quiet halls of moss-covered stones. A simple chiton covered his body, the fabric dyed a simple color of a dark, russian violet that complimented the god. He would be known as Yin. 

As commonly known, with every Yin, there is a Yang.

The raven-haired god adorned a simple, white, chiton that brushed against the solid stones of the hall as he gazed at the scenery with his passive husband. His physique was moderately different compared to his lithe husband, a stronger physique built his human form. 

Peaceful scenery filled the temple area, light streaked from the gaps of the leaves of the thick branches of the oak trees. Cracked and carved stones that built up intricate points of the temples edged walls as vines climbed between the cracks, morning glories peaking up into the sunlight. For a small moment, everything was peaceful with the quiet sounds of the linens as they brushed against the cusp of their ankles before stilling its movement. 

Sadly nothing lasts forever- 

Eons had long since passed from the temple’s once vibrant days. Many had come and gone from having their faith entrusted to the many deities that once roamed the lands, to forgoing faith in its entirety. Wars had broken out over gods and those that believed in them, murder and genocide streaked the world as olde gods let themselves fall comatose. Only a few lucky ones managed to bring themselves back into the world as different beliefs rose and fell through the world. 

Two gods were lucky enough to acclimate, favoring holding their power in those that believed in yin and yang rather than the old offers that the passing travelers would set down for safe travels across the globe. 

Neither were ever able to part from the massacred ruins of their temple, where they had once found love and joy in. Where peaceful sounds once filled the air; a deadly, chillfull quiet took place. A ruined temple standing in place of a god's wrath.

Rushed footsteps pounded against the dirt, unknown forces leading down the faded and overgrown desire path that led to a forgotten temple. To those who had forgotten, the forest seemed untamed. Overgrown with weeds, vines, and moss alike -shaping around hanging limbs and fallen trees- Everything had been destroyed. What once shaped pathways through the wooded land had become cracked and buried ‘neath scorned and scorched earth. 

Everything had turned quiet, yet no peace was found in the scorched woods. 

‘Faster.. Faster… Faster!’

Never travel alone. That’s what everyone always said, that was the rule. If you’re going to go somewhere, never attempt to travel alone unless necessary. 

Some tourists never seemed to listen. Antagonizing jeers of drunken men faded as you forced yourself to run faster, stumbling against upturned roots as decay coiled against the greenery. Nothing good would come if anyone stepped over the line. No one ever came back the same. 

The boundary line was something natives stayed aware of. The gods had set the burnt line years before anyone could remember, stories passed through generations to respect what they had done. Humanity had been the ones to set the first flame against the gods and incur their wrath; it was best to respect the line burned in stone from it. 

Fallen trees spread across the decayed land as bugs made their way across the rotting bark that they called home, or food. No one could remember what the old temples looked like, architects could only attempt versions of the temples; Pastiche architecture brought ideas of what the buildings could look like. 

What was once filled with vibrant life now cloaked itself with darker greens. Clashing against decayed browns, faded yellows, a hopeful speck of maroon and gold sparked against the undersides of the leaves. To have seen the forest in its once abundant state would be considered a dreamer’s wish. 

Natives who survived off the lands shared stories with their families, making sure that no one would attempt to break the boundary. It had been created for a reason. 

Measures had always been taken to make sure everyone stayed safe. Natives, travelers, and wanderers alike were meant to be kept safe from the line that featured the power that the gods held in their palms. 

Muted footsteps pounded against the ground, pushing through thorned stems that pricked at your legs as the plants brushed back to cover the faded desire path that led into the woods. The world was put on mute.

At least, that’s what it seemed. How else could one ever explain the unnatural quiet that lurked amongst the shadows, grazing its claws against your back to draw away lurking visitors and those that didn’t belong?

“Silence is the most powerful scream-” That’s all that could come to mind as you looked around the forest, chest rising and falling as you made attempts to catch your breath. Heart pounding in your ears as your eyebrows drew together, where the hell were you? 

Animals had long since fled away from what they had reserved as home when the first scream pierced the air so many decades ago. Measly things had stayed, broken stones and boulders that formed unstable foundations; trees fallen from being wounded –leaning against one another akin to a soldier fallen during battle. 

The gods were angered that day. Angered. Irate. 

That’s what the survivors had told the new generations, warning to never cross behind the back of a god. ‘Least they fear the wrath of what created the deafening yell, destroying the temple and all its remains. 

What was unknown, hidden beneath the layers of ferocity, was distress— a cry for someone, anyone, to bring them back. 

The world had become broken that day as the temple became destroyed and buried amongst the land, trees, and moss acting as a shield to cover the shelter. Some would utter words of disgust under their breath, others would simply turn their backs on the ruined building, but the few others– One word could only be said… 

“Beautiful…” The word slipped past your lips before you could catch it. You brushed your hand against the hanging vines, giving yourself an opening before slipping past to the other side. Mossy stones stacked against each other with carved divots. “This place—” You tentatively moved forward, taking small steps into the beginnings of the temple as you brushed your fingers against the stone. “Something bad happened…” 

Your words couldn’t have been more true, something bad occurred and no mortal man could ever have done the destruction. The temple's beauty still buried in the markings on its walls, as vines coiled like snakes against broken pillars. No mortal man could ever have caused this much destruction and yet, have kept the temple’s beauty alive. 

—-

“Sho, someone’s here.” His words laced with worry as he turned to look at his dark-haired partner. A shaky hand clasping the other’s for comfort as Hizashi knit his eyebrows closer. “I can hear the footsteps, someone’s here.” 

He whispered the last word cautiously as his partner gave a small look. Shouta didn’t have to say anything as he shared a look with the blond man, words needn’t be said as he gave a small nod. An unsaid rule took place as he let go of Hizashi’s hand, trailing his fingers against the other’s palm. They just needed to protect the temple, he’d protect it like always. 

— —

Your footsteps echoed quietly against the broken floor, greenery encased the broken, swirled patterns. The temple was broken, embraced with the heart of the forest instead as moss, vines, and climbing plants held the temple together. 

Glazed black and white chipped tiles patterned the mossy floor as your shoe nudged against a dirt-covered tile. Your eyebrows furrowed as you crouched down to look at the piece, it was just big enough to fit against your palm as you cautiously picked it up. 

“What?” You muttered, brushing your thumb against the dirt as white and black slowly became uncovered. “Yin and Yang..” 

You looked up, swallowing as your eyes grazed over the broken statues before slowly standing back up with the taijitu in hand. “This is a temple- That’s it, I’m going crazy.” A breathless, stressed smile pressed against your mouth as you gave a breathless laugh. “There is no way in hell that this place is what they were talking about.” 

This temple wasn’t supposed to exist, right? 

Stories about this place surrounded the town, the older generations would talk about the stories revolving around this place. 

“-’fraid so, buttercup.” 

A voice came from behind you as you jumped, clutching the stone tightly against your palm as your eyes widened at the man. This- This had to be a dream, you were dreaming? Right-? 

You swallowed thickly, taking a small step away from the man as your eyes ran over his form. The dyed cotton tunic that covered his upper body, was dyed a soft powder blue that seemed to match the untamed hair that sat atop his head -wild, unruly- almost like the mane of a lion that one would see when visiting.

 A bright grin that never seemed to leave the man’s face, bearing his teeth in a way one would approach a close friend that you haven’t seen in a long time. Even the man’s eyes, shining with the brightest capability he seemed to possess naturally. Electric blue- that was the only way that seemed to give some semblance of a name to the never-ending shades built up in the iris. 

A soft breeze brushed against the cusp of your pants as the small cloud that the man sat atop of dissipated into the air. This- This couldn’t have been real… The man held a strong build, with broad shoulders and toned arms. His skin tanned from what you could only guess was through years of working in the sun and yet he showed no sign of aging past his youthful looks, with bright eyes that held soft lines at the corners brought out by the smile he bore. 

His right hand curled around smoothed wood of a quarterstaff, the darkened oak seemingly light as a feather in his touch as he brought the staff behind his shoulders, lifting his free arm around it. His eyes never seeming to leave you as he cocked his head to the side in a soft gesture. 

“You remember them, don’t you?” 

He softly questioned, his eyebrows drawing together slowly as he mulled over the silence that filled the air. You had to remember them, it was only a few days ago that he saw you the last time with the others. When Sho and ‘Zashi would go in the gardens and they’d watch him paint the sky with clouds, blissfully enjoying the bright laughter and points of when one of you would teasingly make shapes from his creations. 

“ –Buttercup?” 

No. No no no… this had to be a dream. A messed up, lucid, hallucination… “You do know them, right?” The tanned man pointed a hand towards the taijitu still in your hand, the black and white perfectly swirled together. “You.. remember them.” 

It wasn’t a question. The man spoke clearly, confusion lacing his tone as he looked at you, his right foot slowly dragging forward before being followed by his left. How did you not remember?.. It was only a few days ago that he saw you last. He watched as you took a small step back in return to him moving closer, your fingers twitching against the soft edge of the symbol. 

“I- I don’t know you, I’m sorry..” You shook your head, swallowing thinly as you felt the anxiety slowly build inside your chest. This- you were just dreaming, it had to be a dream… 

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The last chapter is out everyone! Thank you for reading and enjoying!

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Hello! My name is Michiko, but please call me Michi or by my username, CopyCat! I'm fine with some nicknames as well! *ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ✩‧₊˚

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Writing Requests

Characters I'm better at writing:

Aizawa

Platonic/Romantic/Yandere ➜ Any request is fine

Shinso

Platonic/Romantic/Yandere ➜ Anything really

Present Mic

Platonic/Romantic/Yandere ➜ Any request is fine

Midnight

Platonic Only ➜ Mentor/Aunt/Caregiver, etc

Shirakumo

Platonic/Romantic/Yandere ➜ Any request is fine

All Might

Platonic Only ➜ Mentor/Uncle/Father Figure/Caregiver, etc

Deku

Platonic/Romantic/Yandere ➜ Any request is fine

Bakugo

Platonic/Romantic/Yandere ➜ Any request is fine

Jiro

Platonic Only ➜ Friends/Best Friends

Tokoyami

Platonic/Romantic ➜ Any Request is fine

Detective Tsukauchi

Platonic Only

Nezu

Platonic Only

Recovery Girl

Platonic Only

Tamaki

Platonic/Romantic/Yandere ➜ Any request is fine

Other Characters:

I'm fine with writing pretty much any MHA character, although there are some that I'm better with. Just ask and I'll tell you if I can write them or not!

I do mainly write for Shinso and Aizawa, so if you can then I'd suggest asking for them (๑´ㅂ`๑)ŧ‹"ŧ‹"

Will Write:

I'll write for a wide range of things!

Fluff

Angst

Yandere

Action

Horror (good with this)

Complex/long requests

Mind Control/Brainwashing

Hurt/Comfort

Mental illnesses/health (most likely for hurt/comfort)

Slow Burn

Amnesia Fic

Body Swap

Childhood friends/friends/enemies to lovers

Strictly platonic fics

Arranged marriage/regular marriage

Slice of life

Darker content such as Death, torture, interesting ways of thinking, etc. (As long as it has a resolution)

If you have any questions as to what you want to request, please ask! If I can't write for something all the way then I'll be sure to try to find a night ground! ୧(`꒳´* )ว𓈒𓏸

Won't Write:

Political or overly religious prompts (with exceptions, such as it helps drive the plot forward)

Anything that has to do with real people

I don't do character x character (sorry, nothing against it!)

Male reader ( I have nothing against male readers, but since I'm female I find it rather difficult writing from a different perspective). I will write from a gender neutral point of view though :⁠-⁠)

Any hate in general towards an undeserving person/group

Anything other than MHA, although I do like to write short stories and poems from time to time

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Vigilante Masterlist

Koichi Haimawari/The Crawler

kissing it better - oneshot

fake dating koichi haimawari - headcanons

dating koichi haimawari - headcanons

koichi haimawari nsfw - headcanons

Kazuho Haneyama/Pop☆Step

popstep realizing her feelings for you - headcanons

Iwao Oguro/Knuckleduster

iwao oguro comforting you after a break up - headcanons

Tensei Iida/Ingenium

dating tensei iida - headcanons

Makoto Tsukauchi

makoto with a touch starved s/o - headcanons

Naomasa Tsukauchi

dating naomasa tsukauchi - headcanons

naomasa tsukauchi dating a pro hero - headcanons

naomasa tsukauchi dating UA's vice principal - headcanons

tsukauchi receiving a hickey from his s/o - headcanons

Soga Kugisaki

(not so) secret identity - drabble

soga crushing on knuckleduster's daughter - headcanons

Oboro Shirakumo / Loud Cloud

visiting oboro's grave - oneshot

Number 6

number 6's darling being a yandere for him - headcanons

Akaguro Chizome/Stain

yandere stain - headcanons

stain meeting a shapeshifter - headcanons

[the-wisteria-house]

Requests and Rules

I will currently take requests for Demon Slayer and My Hero Academica for the following characters. (If you're not sure about a request, you can still submit it, and I'll get back to you :) )

MHA

Shoto Aizawa

Oboro Shirakumo (loud cloud)

Keigo Takami (Hawks)

Toshinori Yagi (Allmight)

Shoto Todoroki

Katsuki Bakugo

Izuku Midoriya

Hitoshi Shinsou

Mirai Sasaki (Sir Night Eye)

Miro Togata (lemillion)

Rody Soul

Tenya Iida

Tensei Iida

(If there is someone you want that is not listed, you can still send a request, and I'll see)

Demonslayer

Giyuu Tomioka

Sanemi Shinazugawa

Genya Shinazugawa

Kyojuro Rengoku

Shinjuro Rengoku

Tanjiro Kamado

Inosuka Hashibira

Sabito

( If you want a character not listed, feel free to still send a request)

Please Note: I will do past ships with characters listed and not listed, for example: Past Tengen x Reader with Present Rengoku x reader.

I will also do none romantic ships with people listed and not listed.

Rules/ Things I won't write

Yander

It's fine if you like that stuff, but I just can't write it well. Now, that's not to say i won't do a, for example: character x (y/n) where (y/n) has a stalker and is saved by the Character of your choice.

Incest

This is self-explanatory.

Smut

I'm not good at writing explicit scenes. I'll write spicy scenes that fade to black and imply that something occurred, but not smut.

Polyamory/ Polygamy

I myself am not Poly and feel I would not be able to properly write such fics. So, no Rengoku x Tengen x Y/N. But I will do love triangles like were (y/n) has to choose one or the other.

Male (y/n)

I'm not a male, so I don't think I'd be all that good a writing (y/n) as one since I don't know the male experience. (Sorry to all my guys out there, but I mostly write in second person, so you can imagine (y/n) as a male)

OC's

I won't do OCs, but an exception is for example would be: Endeavor, and (Y/n) were together as teens, and (Y/n) got pregnant, and he left her, now he's trying to make things right with his son.

(Y/N) is still in the story, but the main focus is her son and his relationship with Endeavor, and (Y/n) and him are in no way getting back together.

Please try to be specific and give me a lot of details.

Example request:

Tanjiro x (Y/n) where (y/n) is Rengoku's younger sister (not a demon slayer), and they meet after Rengoku died on the train. They end up connecting and becoming pin pals, and over time, fall in love.

Tanjiro comes to visit her and Senjuro, and Shinjuro (who is now sober) pulls him aside and tells him to stop waiting on asking (y/n) out because if he doesn't, he'll regret it. He heads Shinjuro's advice and asks (y/n) out.

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

EraserMicDeku - Fem!Izuku - First Words Soulmate AU - Gremlin Izumi?

Yandere EraserMic maybe?

“God let me live another day so it’s everyone else’s problem.” The voice declared and Shouta whirled around to find a green haired teen his age. She was dressed in the support uniform and looked annoyed. 

 “… well that’s a bit twisted,” Hizashi next to Shouta said, eyeing the teen. She looked at them briefly before going back to what she was doing before announcing the title. Arguing with a classmate.

 “It’s completely an issue that you’re giving Kayama those outfits!”

 “It’s good for her Quirk!”

 “Giving her a suit with Zippers is a better idea or even nozzles. Not letting her run around with her tits out.” The girl said. “You’re just a pervert or still salty she turned you down… or both. Meaning you violated not one but seven support rules, meaning in a real life situation you’d be fired and blacklisted.”  She leaned in to her classmate. “I wonder how Sensei would react?”

 “Don’t you dare you Quirkless-“ Shouta and Hizashi moved to stand on either side of her. They gave their best smiles at the other male teen.

 “Is there a… problem here?” Asked Hizashi, his teeth sharp.

 “Oh, yes, is there?” Shouta asked. The male paused before scoffing and leaving. Shouta would-

 “If he goes missing I’m releasing all the stats I made on both of your victims.” Their soulmate said. Shouta paused and looked at her.

 “What victims?” He asked. She rolled her eyes.

 “Aizawa Shouta and Yamada Hizashi. Both of you got rid of several people over the years who disturbed your family. Most recent was a few annoyances after Kayama and Shirakumo. Ever since I could see the ‘What Victims’ on my arm I realized that I needed to see everyone in my area and figure out who is doing what.” She said. “I’m not stupid. I perhaps made sure to bring attention to a couple myself, but not him. He’s useful. Get rid of him after he manages to get his weird fabric into production. It’ll help long term with various mutation Quirks.” 

 “… you know we kill people and yet you’re this calm?” Hizashi asked. She shrugged, tucking a lock of green hair behind her head.

 “I’m Quirkless. Some people need killing.” She said.

 Shouta decided then and there she needed a ring. 

[1nfinitestarr]

Nya Ichi Nii San, Nya Arigato!! (Plz let me out the basement father…)

Rules:

This page is made for ONLY male reader’s, so if you ask for female, gn, or trans (I’m not transphobic), then you def didn’t read my rules if you say you did buddy >:(

All are aloud to interact, but if you start acting up ima have to dattebayo you (THIS IS A JOKE YOU’LL JS GET BLOCKED OR SM).

Bottom reader’s bc I CANNOT write top to save my entire family bloodline fellas D:

I can write fluff, angst, lime, smut, a/b/o, yandere, or stuff like that (no shit, piss (mhh…), vomit, foot (maybe), or other nasty stuff) :P

Also don’t forget to be specific as possible in your request so that I can know what your requesting please and thank you ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )

BTW I only write for MHA rn:

MAIN:

Izuku Midoriya

Katsuki Bakugou

Shoto Todoroki

Denki Kaminari

Eijiro Kirishima

Tenya Iida

Hanta Sero

Fumikage Tokoyami

Mashirao Ojiro

Mezou Shouji

Hitoshi Shinsou

Neito Monoma

Tamaki Amajiki

Mirio Togata

Sen Kaibara

Yosetsu Awase

Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu

Kosei Tsuburaba

Shihai Kuroiro

OTHERS:

Hawks [Keigo Takami]

Dabi [Touya Todoroki]

Natsuo Todoroki

Tomura Shigaraki [Tenko Shimura]

Inasa Yaorashi

Yo Shindo

Mr. Compress [Atsuhiro Sato]

All Might [Yagi Toshinori]

Fat Gum [Taishirō Toyomitsu]

Snipe

Loud Cloud [Oboro Shirakumo]

Eraserhead [Shōta Aizawa]

Present Mic [Hizashi Yamada]

Rody Soul [My love]

Endeavor [Enji Todoroki]

. ָ࣪ ִ ࣪ ˖⋆ ࣪.

.🌿˖.*⊹.𓈒*𓈒ׅ|| 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

[loveyismeee]

Vampire Shirakumo x Yandere Aizawa

[adminbryantsaki]

Winter

Week Four

Aftercare, healing, and rest.

(I do not own.  Oboro Shirakumo, Hizashi Yamada, or Shouta Aizawa. All three of them and all the characters in My Hero Academia or the Vigilantes spin-off belong to Horikoshi Kohei and Hideyuki Furuhashi. If this isn’t your cup of tea, blend of spices, or brew of coffee, move /along. Reader discretion is advised)

TW:smut scene, Omegaverse, mention of multiple accounts of stalking, yandere, mention of murder, blood, death,bite marks, bruises, mentions of intense breeding, depictions of being sore from intense breeding,Spring rut, oviposition mention, dubious consent. WC: 17,175 ( all three stories)

Masterlist

Oboro Shirakumo

(I do not own.  Oboro Shirakumo, Hizashi Yamada, or Shouta Aizawa. All three of them and all the characters in My Hero Academia or the Vigilantes spin-off belong to Horikoshi Kohei and Hideyuki Furuhashi. If this isn’t your cup of tea, blend of spices, or brew of coffee, move /along. Reader discretion is advised)

TW: smut scene, Omegaverse, mention of multiple accounts of stalking, yandere, mention of murder, blood, death.

WC: 1,015

“There, You’re mine now.” He spoke and licked the blood from his bite off your neck.

“All yours.” You spoke and kissed him again.

~~~~~

Those were the words that rung through your mind as you and Oboro ran away from the rock pier and into your car. “There are a few things you need to learn if you’re going to live on land with me.” You told him. “Like what?” He asked as he climbed into the car and looked at you innocently even though there was a splatter of blood across his face. “First, we need to get you home and cleaned up. Then I don’t know what we will do. I can’t exactly skip town or mysteriously disappear.” You spoke as you stared at the wheel before driving home, gripping the wheel of your car with a white-knuckled grip until you parked your car in the driveway to your cabin. Oboro helped you into your house, carrying you bridal-style through the threshold of the home and into the bathroom where he began to strip his clothes off. Your eyes widened, covering your face as he completely stripped from his blood-stained clothing, tossing it to the side and standing before you, fully nude. “What are you doing?” You asked, blocking your view from the merman. “I’m undressing to shower with you. Isn’t that what mated pairs do?” He asked as he was a little confused. That’s when it hit you. Your hand wandered to your neck and felt his mark in better detail. You felt the raised bumps of his mark on your neck. It was layered clouds in a ring on the side of your neck where everyone could see. “Showering together is something that mated pairs do, but I didn’t mark you. You’ve only marked me.” You told him and turned to look him straight in the eyes.   “You can mark me, my love. Right here.” Oboro spoke and tapped the left side of his neck as he walked closer to you, still covered in blood.

“Not yet. We need to get the blood and grime off first.” You told him, turning the faucet on and taking your soiled clothes off. Oboro walked up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist.  He kissed one side of your neck gently as you pulled your pants down and stepped into the shower with him right behind you. He pinned you to the wall of the shower as the water soaked the two of you and rinsed the blood off your skin. You helped Oboro wash the blood off his face and neck before you got close and bit on the area of his neck that he gestured to you only moments before. As you marked him, he picked you up and wrapped your legs around his waist until you let go and your mark formed on his skin. He then kissed you deeply as the water beat down on his back and you rinsed the dirt and blood from your body as Oboro cleaned himself up as well. After you were clean, you were going to turn the water off but you were stopped by Oboro who grabbed your wrist and pinned you to the wall, letting the water stream down his back and through his hair.  You opened your mouth to speak, only to be cut off by him kissing you deeply, and pressing himself against you. You pulled away to gasp for air. “What do you think you’re doing?” You asked, looking up at him with confusion in your eyes.

“Mating you, obviously. That’s what happens after marking, yes?” He asked as he nipped at your lower lip. You felt your face flush bright red and nodded gently, giving him permission to fully make you his, to claim you in every sense of the word, and make you forget Alex’s name. Oboro picked you up with ease and carried you out of the shower and into your bedroom. You thought this odd since you hadn’t let him into your home until now but that thought was quickly chased out of your mind as you were gently placed on the bed and several more bites brought you back to reality. Your gaze matched Oboro’s as he shifted your legs to spread open for him to lay between, sliding his length into you with ease and beginning to thrust in and out of your heat, leaving bites and other small love marks all over your body.

“What was his name?” You heard Oboro ask as he sped up. You tried thinking of your abuser’s name but your mind was too fogged over with pleasure to even pull together a sentence. Oboro, upon seeing your blissed-out state, pulled out once more to let his knot fully form before slamming his length into you, along with his knot. You cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain. He thrusted more until you both reached your climax and settled against each other.  Oboro kissed his way back up your torso and nuzzled into your neck. “I love you so much, Y/n. I’m glad I could make you happy.” He whispered into your ear. You smiled at his words and cuddled into him, knowing you’d be sore later.

~~~~~

The next morning, you woke up to the smell of pancakes and bacon cooking. You felt an ache in your core as you wrapped yourself in your favorite blanket and hobbled out of bed and into the kitchen where you found Oboro making you breakfast. He had made a small mess of some flour and eggs on the counter but was successfully making a stack of pancakes and cooking off some bacon. You hugged the blanket tighter as he turned to face you with a smile and a plate with food in his hands. “I made this for you. I hope you’ll like it.” He spoke. You knew that you would enjoy it. You’d enjoy this and the rest of your life with your mate now that all your troubles were gone. The End.

Aftercare, healing, and rest.

Shouta Aizawa

(I do not own.  Oboro Shirakumo, Hizashi Yamada, or Shouta Aizawa. All three of them and all the characters in My Hero Academia or the Vigilantes spin-off belong to Horikoshi Kohei and Hideyuki Furuhashi. If this isn’t your cup of tea, blend of spices, or brew of coffee, move /along. Reader discretion is advised) TW: bite marks, bruises, mentions of intense breeding, depictions of being sore from intense breeding. WC: 865

You shift under the furs you were lying on in the den of your Alpha, having spent the night before mating with him when he was in his wolf state. You felt the warmth of the sun streaming through the windows and into your eyes, waking you up earlier than you wanted to be. You felt Shouta’s strong hand rest on your shoulder before he placed a kiss on your forehead.

“Wake up, my love. I know you’d rather rest for longer but I want to care for you.” He spoke quietly. You opened your eyes to see your husband above you, looking down at you lovingly. You stretched and smiled, reaching up to pull him down for a morning kiss. “What are we going to do today?” You said, moving a bit more until a sharp pain jolted from your insides and made you double over. “Aftercare, my love. I can tell you’re hurting from last night and I want to care for you.” He spoke and carefully pulled the blanket off your body to reveal the various bite marks and bruises on your body from the night before.

“Looks like I got a bit carried away… But you were so irresistible in the moment, I couldn’t hold back, my love.” He told you as he admired how beautiful you still were to him. He nudged you out of the nest, much to your dismay. Once you were out of the comfort of the warm blankets, Shouta picked you up gently and held you close to his body for a bit. “We have a few options, my love. There’s a bathtub in here that we can soak in, the hot spring out in the woods, or the nearby river. Which one do you want to soak in?” He asked. “The bathtub sounds like the best idea. Then some food. I’m hungry.” You told him.

“I bet you are. You did expend a lot of energy last night to keep up with me, sweetheart. Let’s get the bath going and you think of what you’d like to eat.” He said as he carried you off to the bathroom to run a bath for the two of you to soak in. Once it was filled with some Epsom salts, he got in first so you could lean on him. As he settled down in the water, you noticed the amount of bite marks and bruises he had as well. You carefully eased your sore body into the water and against your mate, letting the warmth of the water ease your aches and pains.  Shouta rubbed your back and held you close enjoying the gentle moment between the two of you.

After a while of soaking in the tub, you began to grow hungry. But you didn’t want to leave the tub since you were so comfortable. You shifted slightly and your stomach audibly growled, letting your alpha know that you were hungry.

“Let’s get you fed, my love. I can hear that you’re hungry.” He whispered into your ear and helped ease you to sit up and eventually get out of the water. He helped you off his lap, helping you be stable as he kept his hands on your legs and hips as you stepped out of the tub, occasionally holding your hand. You stabilized yourself on the counter since your legs were also wobbly from the previous night’s activities. Shouta chuckled as he rose out of the tub, wrapping a towel from the warmer around himself before wrapping you with a warm towel, and carrying you out of the bathroom to prevent you from falling and injuring yourself in a bad way. He set you down on the kitchen counter and kissed you gently as he had his arms wrapped around your waist. “What would you like to eat?” He asked.

“Scrambled eggs with toast and bacon.” You requested. Shouta went to work making breakfast for the two of you.  Once he put both plates on the table, he helped you over to the table, letting you sit in his lap as the two of you ate. “What’s the plan for the rest of today?” You asked. “Letting you rest up and heal a bit.” “Good.” “I’m glad you think it’s good. Because what happened last night is going to happen all over again tonight and for the rest of the week, darling.” He spoke as he wrapped his arm around your waist. Your eyes widened and you gripped your fork harder as you ate. “What seems to be the matter, honey? Worried how sore you’ll be after the week is over? Don’t be. I’ll care for you every day and even more after our time here is up.” He told you, leaving gentle kisses on you between bites of food. He noticed your stunned expression and kissed your cheek.

“What’s wrong, princess? Talk to me.” He asked as he looked you in the eyes. Your gaze met his and you set your fork down. “I didn’t think it would be this intense.” You responded. Shouta let out a chuckle. “I warned you, didn’t I?” He said and went back to eating.  The End.

Aftercare, healing, and rest.

Hizashi Yamada

(I do not own.  Oboro Shirakumo, Hizashi Yamada, or Shouta Aizawa. All three of them and all the characters in My Hero Academia or the Vigilantes spin-off belong to Horikoshi Kohei and Hideyuki Furuhashi. If this isn’t your cup of tea, blend of spices, or brew of coffee, move /along. Reader discretion is advised)

TW: Spring rut, Omegaverse shenanigans, oviposition mention, dubious consent.

WC: 1,333

Three months later, You were quietly reading a book and sipping on some tea when you hear a rusting noise in the nest. You looked over and saw Hizashi looking at you grumpily as he’d just woken up. You smiled to yourself and checked the time and date on your phone and almost spat out your drink when you realized it was the first day of spring and the spring rut would be hitting him any moment now if it hadn’t already. You quickly placed the bookmark in the spot where you were reading and finished off your tea AS Hizashi rose from the nest and lazily slithered out to find you. You braced yourself against the kitchen counter as his rut scent permeated the air and clouded your mind, sending you into a submissive state.

You had to hide before he caught up with you, trapping you in his tail, and dragging you gently back to the nest where you’d be bred consistently until the eggs you’ve been holding for the past season are fertilized. Then you’ll hold them for another three months before you lay them in the nest let them incubate. Your mind raced as you were trying to think of a place to hide from him but it was no use. He would find you in any nook or cranny of the cave no matter where you tried to hide from him. You went to leave the kitchen only to find the doorway blocked by your husband who was leaning against the doorframe, looking exhausted but with that familiar hunger in his eyes you recognized when he went into rut.  You pressed yourself against the counter as the naga entered the kitchen, following you around the room as you were trying to find some sort of escape since you thought that you had more time before he woke up.

“What’s wrong my love? Aren’t you happy to see me?” He asked as he slithered closer. You were at a loss for words since his pheromones had turned your mind to mush. You saw his tail sneak closer to your ankles and you managed to dodge him, not before the very tip of his tail wrapped around your ankle and pull you back into the kitchen and into his grasp. “Did you think that you could get away that easily, my dear?” He asked as he held you close and wrapped his arms around you tightly so you wouldn’t escape from his grasp. You whined as you struggled in his grasp.  He leaned in close as he tightened his grasp on you and carried you to the nest.

“Don’t struggle. You knew this was going to happen. Just relax and let me care for you. I can smell your need for me to breed you well and make that clutch inside of you nice and fertile.” He whispered into your ear as he laid you down in his nest that smelled strongly of warmed lemons, oranges, and apples with an undertone of cinnamon. You felt your body fall farther into heat as you were pinned under him. He kissed you possessively and pressed himself close to your body, making quick work of your pants and chucking them out of the nest since they were in his way to get inside of you. He bit on your neck, growling in the same possessive manner that he was before, and left another bonding mark on your skin.

“Mine.” He said and caught your gaze before he slid his length into you and began to thrust. He let out low, possessive growls and hisses into your ear as he thrusted into you hard and rough, making sure that he hit the right spot every time he pulled out and pushed back in. He repeated this motion over and over until he was stuck inside of you because of how swollen his knot had become.

He grinned and wrapped his tail a bit tighter around your leg as his thrusts grew sloppier and quicker with his climax fast approaching. He gave you one last thrust before he released the first of many loads of cum into you during the season… at least until you came back to him with a pregnancy test. You moaned into a pillow with your own release at the same time as Hizashi’s. He placed a kiss on your neck and a small bite mark to remind you who you belonged to. You kissed him back and felt him slide out of you to hold you close.

“Lets get you cleaned up, my love. I want to treat you right.” He told you in a low, husky voice. He helped you sit up and into the bathroom.  He turned the tap on to fill the tub and put your favorite scents into the water before helping you into the water. You whined as he went to the door.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be back. I want to set something up first. I would have done it before but my rut hit me just as I woke up.” He explained and you tried enjoying your soak in the tub. You looked around and saw that he had lit a couple candles in the bathroom for some soothing ambiance for you. You smiled at the thought and let the warm water ease whatever aches and pains you had from carrying his clutch for three months.

Hizashi returned a few minutes later, smelling faintly of your favorite flower and he slid into the bath with you, and wrapping his tail around your waist to pull you into his lap to cuddle while you soaked. “What did you do to smell like my favorite flower?” You asked as you held your nose in the crook of his neck. “You’ll find out after we’re done in here.” He spoke and kissed the top of your head. You huffed in protest and snuggled closer to him. After the water had grown cold and the scent wore off, Hizashi helped you out of the water and wrapped in a fluffy towel before he picked you up, and had you close your eyes as he carried you out to the nesting area and set you down gently.

“Open your eyes, darling.” He whispered into your ear. You opened your eyes and saw the scene that he had described back in the fall after he had laid the clutch inside of you and apologized for getting too caught up in the moment. There was the scent of your favorite meal being cooked that mixed with the scent of vanilla candles around the nest which mixed with his scent and a path of your favorite flower petals leading up to the entrance of the nest from where you were standing. Hizashi led you up the path and let you relax in the nest as he retrieved some food for you and handed you the plate as you reclined in the nest. You noticed the electric fireplace under the tv was lit, helping add to the mood of the room. You took the plate of food from Hizashi, kissing him gently as you received it. “I can’t believe you remembered after all this time.” You spoke while Hizashi settled down next to you with his own plate of food, rubbing gentle circles on your stomach and a few soft kisses as well.

“Of course, I’d remember how I wanted to make your first season carrying my clutch special. I’m just sorry we couldn’t do this back in the fall when I put the clutch in you.” He spoke between bites of his food. “I’m glad you did.” You said, finishing your food and placing your plate outside of the nest before returning your attention to your husband. He had stacked his plate with yours before retreating into the nest and pulling you close, allowing you to rest in his arms before the next round of breeding. Spring had come after all. The end

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Teaser for upcoming fic-

Don't wander in the forest alone, you may never know what you come across -----

There have always been a number of gods that plagued the Earth for centuries, some are dormant whilst others lay awake. Tilling the land to become fertile for scavengers to plant and nurture the various, living beings that everyone helped take care of. Villages were scattered across the lands. Textures only known by the gods above painted the air in forms of whitened streaks as darkened clouds that rolled against the sky’s horizon. Clashing colors of smoky blacks and of greys that ranged from the darkest charcoal to the lightest shades of steel and smoke. 

Tiled roofs of imbrices and tegulae overlapped one another, as more important buildings were tiled with pieces of bronze, marble, or even gilt fired against the tiled elements. Communal buildings were shared amongst the people, worshippers, and travelers alike seeking shelter from the seasonal storms or the wrath of an angry god and goddess. Desire paths lead throughout the villages, leading animals and people to their chosen destinations. Many different paths strayed in different and similar directions, all leading to different desires chosen. 

One path, in particular, led to the temple of two special gods that observed and cared for the lands that were under their reign. At first glance, a new worshipper would have held the belief that the two opposing forces were paired together from their appearances.  Stories and tales portrayed the two gods as a form of yin and yang, diametrically opposed forces that lived in harmony with the other. The very few worshippers that managed to have seen the gods at the temple would say that they believed the wrong person to be in control of the dark and the light. 

Each god that lived in the temple wore a simple chiton made from sheer linen that showed their outlines lain against the fabric. There were two gods in specific that lived amongst the carved stones of the temple that stretched across the forested land. 

A golden-haired, lithe-figured god strolled throughout the quiet halls of moss-covered stones. A simple chiton covered his body, the fabric dyed a simple color of a dark, russian violet that complimented the god. He would be known as Yin. 

As commonly known, with every Yin, there is a Yang.

The raven-haired god adorned a simple, white, chiton that brushed against the solid stones of the hall as he gazed at the scenery with his passive husband. His physique was moderately different compared to his lithe husband, a stronger physique built his human form. 

Peaceful scenery filled the temple area, light streaked from the gaps of the leaves of the thick branches of the oak trees. Cracked and carved stones that built up intricate points of the temples edged walls as vines climbed between the cracks, morning glories peaking up into the sunlight. For a small moment, everything was peaceful with the quiet sounds of the linens as they brushed against the cusp of their ankles before stilling its movement. 

Sadly nothing lasts forever- 

Eons had long since passed from the temple’s once vibrant days. Many had come and gone from having their faith entrusted to the many deities that once roamed the lands, to forgoing faith in its entirety. Wars had broken out over gods and those that believed in them, murder and genocide streaked the world as olde gods let themselves fall comatose. Only a few lucky ones managed to bring themselves back into the world as different beliefs rose and fell through the world. 

Two gods were lucky enough to acclimate, favoring holding their power in those that believed in yin and yang rather than the old offers that the passing travelers would set down for safe travels across the globe. 

Neither were ever able to part from the massacred ruins of their temple, where they had once found love and joy in. Where peaceful sounds once filled the air; a deadly, chillfull quiet took place. A ruined temple standing in place of a god's wrath.

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The Line Will Always be Blurred

The Line will Always be Blurred by fantasyclockworrk

Overindulgence, Shouta had learned, often led to dependency. Dependency, he had found, led to some form of death.

More often than not, Shouta would remember those lessons, remember them well, and would distance himself from those who didn't deserve his affections, his loyalty, his life. - Or: when you're broken, beaten, torn down and hurt - time and time again - what are you to do but give up? But you can't exactly give up fully if there is someone around who wishes to help you and won't take no for an answer.

(If this story isn't for you, please don't leave hate! I'm quite accepting to criticism, but will not be rewriting scenes or full chapters just because you hate it/them. Please understand that this is my work, my plot, and I will not be altering it for one reader!

The Characters of My Hero Academia belong to Kohei Horikoshi.)

Words: 8002, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi

Characters: Class 1-A, Class 1-B, Aldera Middle School Students, Aldera Middle School Faculty, U.A. Faculty, League of Villains, Sensei | All For One

Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Shirakumo Oboro/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Midoriya Izuku & Shirakumo Oboro, Midoriya Izuku & Sensei | All For One, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Sensei | All For One, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Midoriya Izuku, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Kayama Nemuri | Midnight, Aizawa Shouta & Kayama Nemuri & Shirakumo Oboro & Yamada Hizashi, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko & Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko & Kayama Nemuri | Midnight, Fukukado Emi | Ms. Joke/Kayama Nemuri | Midnight/Shiretoko Tomoko | Ragdoll, Kurogiri/Sousaki Shino | Mandalay, Sensei | All For One & Kurogiri, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Shinsou Hitoshi

Additional Tags: Rooftop Gang as Villains, Villain Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Villain Shirakumo Oboro, Kurogiri is Not Shirakumo Oboro, Villain Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Villain Kayama Nemuri | Midnight, Fluff and Angst, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead is Kayama Nemuri | Midnight's Brother, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead Adopts Midoriya Izuku, Parental Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Parental Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Parental Shirakumo Oboro, Shirakumo Oboro is a hero, Shirakumo Oboro is Loud Cloud, Sensei | All For One adopts Aizawa Shouta, Sensei | All For One adopts Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Sensei | All For One is Not Midoriya Hisashi, Protective Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Parental Sensei | All For One, Mineta Minoru is Expelled from U.A. High School, Good Parent Sensei | All For One, Good Person Sensei | All For One, Yagi Toshinori | All Might Bashing, Yagi Toshinori | All Might is a Bad Teacher, Abusive Midoriya Inko, Neglectful Midoriya Inko, Bakugou Katsuki Faces Consequences, eventually, Aldera Middle School Faces Consequences, Yandere Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yandere Kayama Nemuri | Midnight, Yandere Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Yandere Shirakumo Oboro, Yandere Shirakumo Oboro | Loud Cloud, Yandere Midoriya Izuku, Yandere Sensei | All For One, Yandere Shinsou Hitoshi, Yandere Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Sensei | All For One adopts Kayama Nemuri | Midnight, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Mentioned Quirk Trafficking, Implied/Referenced Sexual Abuse, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Implied/Referenced Suicide, referenced attempted suicide, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead Loves Cats, The Yandere is Semi-Subtle, but still there, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead Adopts Shinsou Hitoshi, Rooftop Gang aren't Really Villains, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead Adopts Eri

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