#yandere!shirakumo

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omg hello! Can I get a scenario of Aizawa and Mic maybe going on a patrol and finding a child in an alleyway, like maybe lost and injured. So then they like take them to the hospital and then they find out that they’re related to Oboro Shirakumo?

I Can’t Believe He Lives On - Aizawa and Present Mic

A/N: Omg hi!! I absolutely love this request! Sorry it took me so long, but I just finished finals today and now I have time to do a lot of writing. I hope you don’t mind but I made the reader a teenager. I feel like it fits my idea best. I hope you enjoy it!!

“Come on Shotaaaaa!” Hizashi hummed excitedly. “Shinsou’s out with his friends and Eri is spending the night with your class. We have the house to ourselves! We could go out to dinnerrrrr.” Hizashi cut in front of Aizawa as they walked across a rooftop, now walking backwards so he could still talk to his lover. “Or we could order takeout and watch a movie on the tv?”

Aizawa raised a skeptical eyebrow. “I don’t know Mic. I’m tired. I just want to sleep.” He dragged a hand through his long black hair. “It’s been a long day. I just want--” Aizawa stopped talking, then stopped walking, looking around with the same raised eyebrow.

“What?” Mic asked, now confused. He took a step closer to the other pro. When he went to speak again Aizawa cut him off.

“Shh.” Aizawa continued to look around. “Do you hear that?” Shota walked to the edge of the building, peering over the small wall that was there. “Someone’s crying.”

Hizashi followed his friend over to the edge, trying to see what he was looking for. “That could be anyone, Sho. We’re right next to an apartment building. Someone may just be having a bad night and left the window open.”

“No.” Aizawa’s voice left no room for argument. Then his hand shot out, pointing down at the end of the alleyway. “Look. Someone’s down there.”

Yamada followed the invisible path Shota’s finger left, and then he saw it. There was a kid, somewhere between 15-18 years old, limping quickly down the alleyway. They kept looking around in a panic, and that was when Hizashi finally registered the sounds of soft crying. “They look scared.”

That’s all it took for Aizawa and Yamada to jump down into the alleyway, not too far from where you were currently. Their sudden appearance startled you, and you made a startled sound as you frantically backed away from them.

“Hey,” Aizawa said calmly, holding his hands out to show you that he wasn’t there to harm you. “You’re alright.”

“We’re heroes,” Yamada added. “We can help you.” Now that he was closer to you, he could see blood dripping from your hairline. There were countless rips and holes in your clothes and more wounds scattering your body. “Oh, honey you’re bleeding.”

“Let us help you,” Aizawa quietly said. “Can you tell us what happened?”

Your back met the rough brick wall of one of the buildings. It was odd how it somehow soothed some of your wounds. You looked desperately between the two men slowly walking towards you. It was better than no one, you supposed. So you took in a shaky breath and muttered, “they have my brother.” You squeezed your eyes shut as tears finally made their way down your face. “They have the body of my dead brother.”

“Woah,” Hizashi rushed forward to catch you as you fell to the ground crying harder. “Ok, it’s ok.” He looked up at his lover. “What do we do?” he whispered. “They’re clearly too distressed to be thinking clearly, and they’re bleeding. They have a lot of wounds.”

“So we take them to the hospital,” Aizawa concluded. “We take them to the hospital, let them get treated, and then question them when they are better.”

Aizawa soon realized that his plan was easier said than done once they got to the hospital. Hizashi had carried you the entire way there, whispering comforting words as you bawled into his chest. But when they tried to admit you into the hospital, the nurse running the ER wouldn’t allow them to since they had no idea who you were. They had to file you as a John/Jane Doe, and that process took longer. Then they weren’t allowed to visit you in your hospital room until they could prove that they were there for official hero business.

Needless to say, it was a very long 24 hour battle with the hospital. On top of that, Aizawa and Yamada had to make sure Shinsou and Eri were taken care of while they were gone. But eventually they made it up to your room, quietly knocking before entering. You were awake, staring out the window. Your soft blue eyes drifted over to the two heroes.

“Hi.” Your voice was shaky and rough from misuse. Hizashi handed you a cup of water as he sat down with Aizawa next to your bed. You thanked him once you were done with the cup.

“How are you feeling?” Aizawa asked.

You shook your head. “They still have my brother.”

“What do you mean, little listener?”

“Can you tell us your name?” Aizawa needed to know who you were. “We’d like to inform your family of your condition and location.”

You shook your head yet again. “My only family is dead, and those people have my brother’s body.”

“Who does?” Hizashi asked, placing his hand on your own that rested against the hospital bed you were in.

“Those villains.”

Aizawa asked, “The league?”

You nodded.

“Can you please tell us your name, dear?” Aizawa was being gentle. “We’ve been working against the League for quite some time. Maybe we know what they want to do with you and your family.”

Your water eyes met Aizawa’s crimson ones. “My name is Y/N Shirakumo.”

The two heroes in the room swore their heart had stopped beating. Their lungs quit working and all they could hear was intense ringing in their ears.

“What?” Hizashi choked out.

“They have my brother.”

“Oboro?” Aizawa didn’t think he could even say his friend’s name. “Is that him?”

“Yes. He died several years ago, and now the League is using his body as a meat suit for one of their members.”

“We know.” Hizashi was crying now, his green eyes glossed over with tears. “Honey, Oboro was our best friend in high school.”

Aizawa muttered a low, “I was there when he died.” He felt like he couldn’t speak through the tears. But then he looked up at Hizashi, then to you in the hospital bed. “You’re his only family left, and I swear on my life that I am going to protect you. To keep you safe. Because you’re the only piece of Oboro left and that means you mean the world to me and Hizashi.”

“We’ll take care of you,” Hiashi smiled softly. He ran a hand through your hair, watching as you began to cry. “But only if you want us to.”

You nodded quickly. “You knew him. That’s all that matters to me.”

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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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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. 

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“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. 

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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… 

[raven-inthegraveyard]

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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)

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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

[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. 

[loveyismeee]

Vampire Shirakumo x Yandere Aizawa

[aceswritingcorner]

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.

[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

[call-me-copycat]

Hello all! I don't have the time to write out and edit a full fic like I normally do (school and work does that, I've been sleeping in between), so I was wondering...

I appreciate anyone who participates! This is just for fun! Hope you all have a lovely day! （⸝⸝> ༥ <⸝⸝)ｵﾈｶﾞｲ♡