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aspiring-writer-hidden-voice · 2 years

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It’s official…you’re recently acquired residence is haunted. 👻

Mildly suggestive with mentions of alcohol, all characters over 18, mild cursing, mentions of death/murder, meant to be a HALLOWEEN thing.

Ghosts (like the TV show and the movie [which I’ve never seen] maybe a bit of AHS but MHAxReader)

Izuku Midoriya

You had yet to unpack the candles or air fresheners but every so often you were brushed by a breeze that smelled of pine with a hint of sandalwood and allspice. There had been several instances where you swore a pair of hands would steady you when teetering off the ladder when removing faded wallpaper or dusting a hard to reach surface. They weren’t large by any means, not too much bigger than your own actually, no matter how quick you turned to look there was nothing despite a slight weight against your skin. This being had never once made you feel threatened even when what you swore to be a dark emerald green gaze could be faintly visible whenever you happened past a mirror. After sometime he had managed to convey his name, Izuku or Deku as the other ghosts in the manor referred him by. He taught you nearly everything there was to know about the others and oddly grew silent when you inquired about his story. Turned out that after some digging you discovered that poor Izuku and a few of his friends had fallen victim to the mass murderer that had been finally captured a little over a decade ago. It wasn’t until you’d held a small sigil in honor of the manor’s invisible tenants that he was able to fully show himself to you. Your breath was stolen the minute your sleepy cracked eyes spotted him at the foot of your bed. Nearly completely covered in jagged scars that were visible thanks to his lacking of a shirt and a pair of low hanging stained pajama shorts, Izuku Midoriya looked shocked as you sat upright to shuffle towards him while unable to look away from his gaze as it widened as your lips rose to meet his own. All questions or cares of how it was possible to see and touch were quite literally tossed out the nearby open bedroom door as he slowly lowered you to the bed’s duvet with a whispery groan.

Fumikage Tokoyami

Heavy hooded eyes stared back at you via the cracked mirror that had yet to be tossed. It was such a beautiful antique that you wanted nothing more than to restore the magnificent piece but you had no idea how to go about it and YouTube videos were of little help. This was the last bathroom in the place that required your attention, it had taken you several months to set up everything that was essential for your everyday necessities, and now all that was left was this mirror. Despite how frequent you cleaned it or what cleaner was used nothing could clear up the fog around the edges as if hot steam was constantly filling the room via the large claw footed bathtub you couldn’t wait to use. It was as sighed while turning the knobs that would fill the air with the sound of running water. Your hands immediately turned it off when a voice whispered in your ear to not use the tub. No matter how hard you searched the place there was no sign of anyone else and yet every time you attempted to fill the tub that voice would raise the fine hairs on the back of your neck with its warning. A week, that’s how long your patience lasted. You lashed out blindly as the voice and stared in horror as the tiled floor became littered with shard of glass that were once the antique mirror you’d admired. Fear filled your being as from the now empty frame appeared a cloaked figure who regarded you with deep interest and gratitude. The racing heart in your chest calmed when Fumikage explained that he and his twin brother, whom has insisted to be referred to as Dark Shadow, meant you no harm. A buried box in the basement revealed that they had been drowned in the bathtub by people who had thought them to be witches. To say the tub was tossed out was an understatement within the hour.

Keigo Takami

Another caw caused your narrowed gaze to lock upon the nearby open window where a large black bird sat staring as you worked to clean out the greenhouse where you hoped to put a garden. Your brow twitched when it seemed to “laugh” at your struggles with a heavy pot; the blasted rabbits and bugs wrecked havoc on your precious plants last night hence why you were trying to relocate each of them. Part of you wanted to throw something at the aviary but that would not help things no matter how much you wished it to. The bird was everywhere you were no matter what time of day or part of the residence you’d be in, it’s never too far away as you worked to make this place your new home. It was a bit nice to have company though since you were alone in this large estate. At least that’s what you thought until the crow had started hanging around. While moving the final plant you spotted a strange object on the far side of the greenhouse and discovered a hidden stairwell leading to a secret room above the attic where you found several pictures that showed a boy develop into devious looking young man whose gaze made your being warm with its intensity. The last photo of him had “Hawks” scribbled across the bottom, the nickname you instantly recognized being as it was a character in your favorite action movie played by an actor who was notoriously known for performing his own stunts, and felt a chill slip down your spine when the door you’d entered through closed with a click of its lock. Thrills raised the fine hairs across your body as from the darkness appeared twin amber eyes that shone with suppressed emotions too many for you to identify but the loneliness within them was so overwhelming that you didn’t fight back as the entity suddenly appeared inches from your being and welcomed the pair of cold lips that claimed yours with ferocious anticipation.

Katsuki Bakugo

The more you cleared away the final last bit of black debris the more you understood why the nearly destroyed house had been such a steal. A fire from unknown causes had nearly consumed the structure along with the life of a man who was known in the community as a “firecracker”. Despite the nickname he wasn’t known for being an arsonist, on the contrary he was infamous for the short temper he had. Did it feel a bit weird clearing away the damaged belongings? It felt more sad than anything since he’d had no siblings or other family who could claim whatever was left. This place was a major steal though for its location within all the nearby shopping districts and easy access to the major transportation, so with a quick prayer for his soul you had placed your key within its slot then entered. You would resume in the morning when the sun rose since it was near impossible to accomplish anything with no electricity or light. Now that you thought about it, sunset should have been a few hours ago but it was only minutes ago that you noticed how late it had gotten. Not only that but despite the chilly early spring air you’d managed to remain relatively warm despite the gaping holes within the portion of house missing walls. A sigh slipped between your lips when discovering the Fireball Whiskey bottle you’d been sipping from was empty. Had you really consumed it so quickly? Wasn’t it full just a second ago? You jumped a foot in the air as a loud bang sounded literally feet away from the spot where you’d been workin as a part of the floor opened up to reveal a hidden pantry where you spotted a smorgasbord of valuables ranging from watches to workout items that would easily cover the cost of repairs you’d been stressing over. “Take ‘em, dumbass, not like I’ve got any use for ‘em anymore.” The part of you that had been hesitant about the place was instantly put to rest as the voice that called out from a shadowed figure leaning against the nearby doorframe fixated you with a ruby gemstone gaze that radiated with calm anger. “Keep takin’ care of place and I’ll keep takin’ care of you. Those bastards won’t leave you alone for long but I’ll be damned if they hurt anyone else.”

Eijiro Kirishima

Things had been moving on their own. Nothing was ever in its designated spot or where you had last left it; coats or shoes that you’d left in the entryway somehow managed their way into a closet or the groceries you’d forgotten about had found homes in the pantry or cabinets. Not only that but the next morning after sleeping on the sunken couch in the parlor because you didn’t want to carry up the heavy bedroom furniture walking out to the moving truck you’d found those particular items to be missing only to locate them placed in the exact positions designated by tape on the floor. Blinking you looked out the window to the truck then back to the completed bedroom pieces that looked straight out of the catalog you’d ordered them from. There was no mess, no noise, nada! And the stairs were the creakiest too! It was as you were standing at the top of that staircase when you saw it: a pair of large footprints make its way across the hallway from the parlor to the front dining room. You took the stairs two at a time, which was honestly a huge mistake on your part because you tripped and would have fallen to your death if not for the giant-sized hands that caught you near the bottom. To say you nearly fainted when finding the owner to be a burly man with red hair grinning down at you with sharp teeth. Digging through the attic couple months later revealed his story that made you want to wrap in him a tight hug: turns out that he had been son of the groundskeeper who had passed due to the drunken family head who mistook the late teen’s kindness for fancy of his daughter when they were only friends. Eijiro found you crying over the journal that had once been his, an expression you wanted to never grace his features appearing when expecting your hand that reached out to grasp his own passing through to meet empty air, but it morphed into something much more favorable when your skins touched and swept you up into his arms to steal the oxygen from your lungs with a press of his lips.

#mha #mha spooky #mha x you #mha x y/n #mha x reader #izuku midoriya #fumikage tokoyami #keigo takami #katsuki bakugo #bnha #bnha spooky #mha halloween #bnha Halloween #mha ghosts #bnha ghosts

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gardenofnoah · 7 months

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“baby?”

he looks more like a cornered dog than a person right now, and yet against all sense, you approach. even like this, touya would never hurt you. it doesn’t even cross your mind—after all, he’s done this for you.

and what he’s done stains his hands and your new dress. he blinks down at both like he can’t quite wrap his mind around the hue of it.

“baby,” you repeat, as softly as you can manage, “look at me.”

he does, after a moment—you watch him come back to you, loyal as he always was. blue eyes find your own, and there’s something about them that is always so unmarred by all of this. touya may do terrible things, but his eyes are those of a child who’s only ever sought out praise.

“did he hurt you?”

it’d been a rare date that he’d decided to take you on, which really was just greasy food shared between you at the dive bar down the street. it mattered little to you—you were just as happy to lean against his shoulder in that torn up booth. the walk home was the problem.

you’d noticed some guy watching you in the bar. that was the thing about dull men—they never noticed touya until it was too late. he was never any bark—only devastating bite. he’d gotten up when you did, and followed you out into the street. he’d reached out to grab you by the jacket you wore—touya’s jacket—and there was no taking back that.

“no,” you murmur, “you’d never let him, touya.”

he nods, stiff. he’s still a little far away—even knowing that you weren’t hurt, it’s the thought of it that will eat at him the rest of the night. you’ve been here before—he’d pull away if you let him.

you don’t. you close the distance between you, tucking yourself under his chin and squeezing around his middle, all but forcing him to let go of the breath he’s been holding on to.

“oi—your dress—“

“don’t care,” you nuzzle into his chest, affectionate and preening. “you kept me safe.”

there’s a rumbling in his chest at that—something animal that keens at the recognition. he is your protector—he’d never let anyone hurt you.

he doesn’t touch you—he doesn’t want to ruin all the effort you took to look so pretty for him—but he lets you hang off his arm the rest of the way home, careful to shield you—from the road, from other people, from anything.

at all costs, touya protects what he loves.

#maybe i’ll just spend this month writing spooky touya drabbles #todoroki touya x reader #dabi x reader #dabi drabble #mha drabble #bnha drabble #todoroki touya drabble #touya it’s the little things #bea writes ♡

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aroi-te-roi · 4 months

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🍭Sweet halloween🍭

Día 1: FREE DAY

Evento de Halloween del año pasado~

Octubre 2022

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dabislittlemouse · 7 months

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Vampire Dabi switching between kisses and kiss marks and lil bites all across your body while talking very dirty to you as he tries to shove himself between your legs.

Bonus points if he gets merciful enough to kiss you, because he's trying his best to mark you and not to please you

Omfg- YALL EDGING ME WITH VAMPIRE DABI NOWWWW

𝐕𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐛𝐢 𝐇𝐂𝐬

tw: smut & blood kink, kinktober work or whatever

Vampire!Dabi who is constantly thirsty for you and your sweet blood. He swears no human has ever tasted as good as you do.

Vampire!Dabi who enjoys sinking his teeth on your neck during sex, drinking your blood like a starved man. Though he tries to not overdo it, because he wants you alive and well, all his.

Vampire!Dabi who looooooves eating you out, the taste of your pussy might be his second favorite after your blood. His tongue is unusually long, licking and sucking your clit, slurping your flavour. From time to time he will bite your inner thighs until they bleed, he loves to hear you whimper and scream from the pleasure and pain.

Vampire!Dabi who will specifically eat you out on your period, there is no escape for you as his nails dig in your thighs and his tongue is lapping on your bloody cunt over and over. Your blood mixed with the irresistible flavour of your pussy sends him to ecstasy.

Vampire!Dabi who loves to paint your naked body in crimson, smearing your blood all over your tits and stomach and thighs. Loves to have rough or passionate sex while both your bodies are covered in blood.

Vampire!Dabi who loves how willing you are to give yourself to him, humming in satisfaction as you remove your shirt and let him have full access to your neck.

Vampire!Dabi who grinds his hardened cock against your ass as his arms are wrapped tightly around your body and savours the blood that’s flowing down your neck.

Vampire!Dabi who loves the terror and excitement mixing in your eyes as he shows his sharp fangs at you, licking his lower lip in anticipation before diving in.

Vampire!Dabi who finds it hard to control himself in public while you look so hot and delicious wearing that pretty fucking dress. He gets the urge to slam you on a wall behind an empty alleyway, fuck you senseless while draining you out of blood.

#B.writes #LOOK WHAT YOU DID ANON #uwu #now i be hornee #dabi #touya todoroki #mha dabi #my hero academia #dabi x reader #dabi x you #kinktober #spooky month #kinktober fic #dabi smut #bnha smut #mha smut #bnha x reader #mha x reader

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thepocket221 · 14 days

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hey guys !! another family has reached out to me so you know what that means !!! lets help them out !!

#glenn moment #glenn talks #tags for reach #fanart #my art #yuurivoice #spooky month #pizza tower #free gaza #free palestine #gaza #bnha #obey me! shall we date?#dungeons & daddies #dndads #escaped audios #epithet erased

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r-xtsu · 19 days

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M I S S M E ?

Even if he drinks medicine, spend time with his friends or even visits his auntie inko to make sure she’s okay he still see him

“Did you miss me kacchan”

This illustration was made for a bkdk October event, I wanted to make something… different

#bnha deku #bnha fanart #izuku fanart #mha fanart #midoriya izuku #my hero academia #bakudeku #bnha bkdk #katsudeku #bkdk art #bkdk #bkdkbk #spooky art #illusion

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grimalkinmessor · 7 months

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Aideku with blood (smut) 🙏❤️

Sorry this took so long, smut is hard 🥲How about a vamp AU? :3 Warnings in the tags ✨

Aideku/Smut/Blood

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Izuku is nervous.

"Don't be such a pussy, Deku," Tsubasa jeers, shoving him forward. The mausoleum looms in front of them, haloed by the setting sun. "It's one night."

"Yeah, you can handle one night in an empty building, can't you?" Neiru laughs. "Or...mostly empty, anyway. Aside from a few corpses."

Izuku swallows. "I-I can do it! I just—"

"Good," Neiru interrupts, stepping up to open the big stone door. It opens with a grating moan, a vast expanse of black yawning beyond it. Neiru gives a mocking bow. "In you go then!"

Nails biting into his palms, Izuku sets his jaw. "...I do this, and you'll give me my picture back?"

Tsubasa throws an arm around Izuku's shoulders, leaning in close and making his skin crawl. "Aw c'mon, Deku, we're friends, right?"

They haven't been friends in years.

"It's just a little game. The picture's just insurance that you won't chicken out. We'll give it back if you make it the whole night without bailing."

Izuku doesn't believe him. But what choice does he have? If he refuses, he doubts they'll hand it over—it's more likely that they'll rip it up right in front of him. Besides, Izuku is less concerned about spending the night in a mausoleum than he is Tsubasa and Neiru letting him out in the morning.

But even if they don't, Izuku is crafty. He'll figure it out.

Tightening his hold on his backpack, Izuku strides forward into the tomb.

"Finally! Thought we'd have to throw you in," Tsubasa complains, and Neiru snickers as he begins to push the door shut.

"Have fun, Deku!"

Before Izuku can even reply, the door thuds shut, and the bar scrapes back into place over it from the outside. Izuku waits a moment before fumbling for his phone, turning on the flashlight to get a good look around. It's not that big of a space really, but it's full of cobwebs and coated in a thick layer of dust. It's clear that these ancestors haven't been visited in a very long time. There's about six plaques on either wall, some of them so old that the kanji has worn down so much he can't make out the names. They're so old that Izuku wouldn't be surprised if there were actual bodies behind those plaques rather than just urns full of ash.

And speaking of bodies—the biggest thing in the room is the long stone slab directly opposite the door. It has no plaque on it, but the seam between the heavy stone lid tells Izuku that it's likely a coffin, which means that he really is locked in here with a corpse.

Izuku gulps. It's fine. It's fine. He can handle this. There's nothing to be afraid of.

Shaking his head, Izuku finds a fairly clean spot in the middle of the room and sits down, shrugging off his backpack to rifle through it. First things first; he pulls out his actual flashlight, shutting his phone off to preserve the battery. He clicks his flashlight on and sets it on the floor like a tiny lamp, before tugging out one of his textbooks. Might as well get some work done while he's stuck here.

He's almost out of high school now, looking into nearby colleges so he can stay close to his mother—which makes it all the more pathetic that he's still getting pushed around by people like Tsubasa and Neiru. Granted, it's not as bad as it used to be, but it's still irritating.

Izuku tries to ignore his surroundings as he works his way through the next chapter, gnawing on his pen and occasionally jotting down notes in the margins. This works for a while; he manages to make his way through two whole chapters without much trouble. He loses track of time a bit, until—

—something skitters across his foot.

Izuku shrieks, throwing himself back on instinct, leg flailing as he tries to stand only to end up toppling harshly against the casket behind him. Yelping, Izuku crashes back to the ground, clutching his shoulder with a wince. It throbs when he touches it, and he hisses quietly. That's going to bruise.

Grabbing blindly for his flashlight, Izuku staggers back to his feet and looks around for whatever just tried to climb his pants leg. He sees a spider the size of his hand sprint into a crack in the wall, and Izuku shudders, making a soft 'blegh' sound.

Swinging the light around slowly, Izuku freezes when he realizes that his flailing has pushed the lid of the stone casket aside. "Sh-shit," Izuku whispers, anxiety spiking. He sets the flashlight down again, face up, the light dispersing throughout the tomb enough to give the place a dim glow. "Shit, shit, shit—"

Hands shaking, Izuku approaches the cracked casket and tentatively peers inside. He expects to see some withered husk of a thing, or maybe nothing but bones and dust given how old this tomb seems—he's very much not expecting what looks like the perfectly preserved corpse of a man who couldn't have died more than a year ago.

Izuku blinks, squinting. The flashlight glow is dim, but from what he can see it's a man with long, dark hair and a riot of stubble. The white and black yukata he's wearing is shockingly pristine, pale hands folded calmly over his stomach. There are no signs of decay at all, not beyond the ashen white of the corpse's skin. Unable to help himself, curiosity ad incredulity flaring, Izuku reaches forward and touches the man's cheek. The flesh is stone cold—not quite icy, but certainly not full of warmth. There's a bit of give there too, the flesh porcelain but still somehow soft.

Brow furrowing, Izuku slides his hand down to press two fingers to the corpse's white neck. He's no sure whether he's surprised or relieved to find no pulse.

Izuku barely has time to register this however, because mere seconds later a hand snaps out and fists in his uniform jacket, yanking him down and in to the coffin. Izuku yelps, panic spiking, as he crashes onto the cool body settled in the slab, mouth opening to scream as the stone lid of the casket slams back into place.

But no sound escapes his mouth, because in the sudden darkness he feels teeth slice into his throat—before pleasure overtakes him.

Izuku gapes at nothing as a solid arm latches around his waist, tight enough to bruise and yet somehow still seeming absentminded. The subtle rasp of stubble rubs against his neck, and Izuku smells the faint scent of blood as lips move and hum quietly against his pulse. The electrifying feeling of heat spiders out from the point of contact, spreading through Izuku's body and pooling in his gut. Izuku's eyes flutter, a weak noise escaping his mouth as his hands flex and paw at the chest of the-the thing beneath him. He's not sure whether he means to push it away, or draw it closer.

Izuku feels his blood spilling slowly down his neck, thick and hot, and the pieces slot together in his bewildered, fuzzy mind.

Vampire.

He is locked in a tomb—a coffin—with a monster of legends. It's feeding off of him, stealing his blood, likely killing him...

But Izuku can barely bring himself to care.

A ragged groan scrapes out of his throat as the vampire sucks out his lifeblood, ecstasy filling him in its place. He feels his cock stiffen, pressing tight against the seam of his pants as Izuku's eyes roll back in delirious elan. Through the haze, his ever analytical mind notes that the man's hands are skating up and down his sides, one fisting loosely in his hair to pin his head at a better angle. The chill of the corpse's skin is slowly being replaced by warmth, siphoning off Izuku's body heat as well as his blood.

Izuku gasps as a leg juts up beneath him, a muscled thigh slipping in between his legs and pressing against his erection. The pressure makes him tremble, little hiccups of sound lilting out of his mouth as he instinctively rocks his hips down in helpless little jerks, each movement giving him another jolt of pleasure.

A tongue swipes over his bloodied neck, the white-hot bliss of those teeth leaving him for a moment as the monster beneath him cleans him up. Izuku whines at the loss, a quiet desperation striking through him.

'No, no, come back, I'm almost...'

He moans shakily as he feels those fangs pierce the other side of his neck, drawing out his blood and sending him high once more.

"A virgin...?" a low voice purrs, sleepy and bemused and...in his head?

The hands on him tighten, and Izuku whimpers as it sends another spike of arousal through him. He has the vague sense of shame, of embarrassment, at the way he's humping the man's leg, rubbing the tent in his old jeans against the silky white fabric of the man's yukata—but it's a faint sensation. His anxiety is drowned out by the sheer amount of ecstasy coursing through him. Izuku feels it building in his stomach, coiling in his gut as his toes curl and his thighs clamp tight around the muscled thigh beneath him.

He's close, he so close, he—

Red glow fills the space, casting the figure beneath him in a crimson haze. His eyes are a brilliant, luminous scarlet, and the light of them makes the blood painting his mouth look black.

"Your lust..." the man rasps, hands skating up and down to fasten around Izuku's hips. His voice is low and wet, and Izuku can smell his own blood on his breath. "I can taste it."

Then the monster yanks Izuku's hips down, forcing him to grind up against the man's stomach. Izuku cries out, sobbing as the force, the crush, the smell sends him toppling over the edge of orgasm. He cums so hard his vision goes white, mouth open in a soundless wail as wave after wave of pleasure crests over him, shocking up his spine and curling in his scalp. He forgets to breathe for several precious moments, knocked breathless by it.

Vaguely, he feels the man's mouth on him again, trailing his tongue against the newest wound. Izuku's eyes flutter, and he collapses fully on top of him, lost in the afterglow. He's not sure whether the dizziness he feels is because of his orgasm or the blood loss, and he's not sure he particularly cares either. His limbs feel like jello.

"Mm, you're type O," that low voice muses, a hand trailing up and down Izuku's spine. "I thought it was merely that I hadn't fed in so long, but it's no wonder. Best way I've woken up in a long time." The hand pauses, and the red glow now saturating the inside of the coffin flickers. "Mind telling me what year it is?"

"It's..." Izuku begins, the question booting his brain back into gear. His thoughts begin to race as he blinks rapidly to clear his head, a myriad of questions and emotions and reactions flashing across his mind in quick succession. "I-It's 2237."

"A little over four hundred years this time," the man murmurs, brow furrowing in contemplation. "Odd. Someone usually wakes me up every turn of the century."

"U-Um, sir," Izuku tries after a moment, wriggling in mortification when he feels the mess he's made in his pants. "Can you, um, let me out now? If y-you're not going to finish me off?"

'Why would you ask that, WHY would you—'

"I would," the monster begins absently, licking a stray trail of Izuku's blood from the corner of his lips. He's looking at the faintest trickle of light that can be seen from the seam of the stone lid. "But it seems like it's still daylight out. The mausoleum must've collapsed..."

Izuku attempts to push himself up, but the idle hand on his back isn't as idle as he thought. Vampire strength, he realizes quickly. Biting his lip, he tries not to think of the bruises already blossoming on his hip. "No, that's just my flashlight! It's actually very late, so it's safe for you to let me out, I promise!"

Scarlet eyes narrow at him, grip tightening, and Izuku squeaks like a dog toy when those fangs scrape against his neck again. "You're not lying to me, are you? Little lust thrall?"

Izuku's face flushes brightly, and the man noses his cheek almost instinctively, as if following the blood flow. "I-I'm not! I'm not lying, I swear! Please, just—I don't want to die," he finishes weakly, hands fisting tightly in cloth pooling by the monster's sides.

The man's eyes soften slightly, and he sighs. The tang of warm iron feathers against Izuku's face. Reaching behind them both, the man swipes the lid to the side with one hand, the rough scrape of stone on stone making Izuku wince. Before Izuku can even move, he finds himself being hauled up and set outside the coffin on his feet. He staggers immediately, knees still weak, and nearly falls.

A calloused hand pushes against his back, keeping him upright. Izuku swallows and blinks away the spots crowding his vision, stumbling away to pick up his flashlight.

He turns again, cringing at the wet feeling between his legs. The man is sitting up in his box, peering at him curiously. Unable to help himself, Izuku tentatively asks, "So... you're n-not going to eat me?"

Tipping his head, the man gives him a hooded smile, dark hair shadowing his face as he answers, "Not anymore than I already have."

Izuku's face feels so hot he'd work well as a heat lamp.

The man steps smoothly out of his tomb and, to Izuku's surprise, folds into a bow. "Aizawa Shouta."

More habitually than anything, Izuku bows back. "Midoriya Izuku. It's, uh, nice to meet you?"

Aizawa smirks at him, the tips of his fangs flashing. "Well, Midoriya," he says, practically purring out the name. Izuku's breath catches. "Thank you for the meal. I hope you'll allow me the chance to taste you again. In a place where I can properly see you, this time."

With that, Aizawa rises from his bow and swirls into shadow, racing out of the doors of the mausoleum and leaving them banging open behind him. Moonlight spills into the tomb, and Izuku watches Aizawa's shadows zip through the cemetery and out into the night.

He has a feeling that he's just got himself into far more trouble than he knows.

#spooky prompts #my writing #aideku #smut #bnha #boku no hero academia #vampires #also i embellished this a little because japanese coffins are THICK aint no way one person is getting the lid off one of those things #tw dubcon #tw -18 #<- new tag bc tumblr keeps censoring the ones with the actual words in them #yes i am still pissed about that #tumblr is turning into a catholic church #anyway! sorry this took so long! dicks are hard :'D #asks #acerbicangryeel #long post #grim scribbles

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mjbunnyluv · 9 months

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Tokoyami: Do you think you’d actually notice if someone didn’t cast a shadow? Or if their limbs were just slightly too long? Or if they had just a little too many teeth? Like how many times have you passed something on the street and you just didn’t notice it? Kaminari: Stay woke monsterfuckers your love is out there!!!!! Tokoyami: You know what? Not my point at all in any way whatsoever, but I’m glad I could be an inspiration.

#mha #bnha #kaminari #tokoyami #incorrect mha quotes #bnha incorrect quotes #funny #spooky vibes #monster fucker #cryptid #incorrect quote funny #mha kaminari #mha tokoyami #bnha kaminari #bnha tokoyami #i hc they have a chaotic podcast together

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sleepwalkersqueen · 1 year

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Happy Halloween ♥

I hope the spook finds you well

#happy halloween #bnha #bnha haws #keigo takami #spooky time #mha

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kiame-sama · 2 years

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💀 yandere vampire dabi please?

- Genuinely, good luck. Dabi has dealt with more than his fair share of being demonized and playing team villain, seeing you is only going to make him worse.

- When he first sees you, it is your scent that draws him in. He typically just drains his victims and leaves their body, but with you he realizes that it is better to keep a living blood-bag than to just enjoy your blood once.

- It starts with him entering your home at night and observing your habits. When do you sleep? What do you eat? How deeply do you sleep? From there he begins to plan his moves and behavior based off of what he learns from you. He knows when the best time to hold you is and when you are close to waking. He will be so amused if you talk in your sleep because he will quietly respond to your inane ramblings all while gently holding you.

- The more comfortable Dabi gets, the chance of waking up to Dabi holding you becomes more likely. If you do wake with Dabi holding you nice and close, he will immediately drink from you. No point being gentle if you are already startled by the stranger in your bed.

- Dabi has a habit of drinking enough to make you loopy and will actually be kind enough to get you a snack/drinks, but he will make it painfully clear that if you tell anyone or try to call for help, he will kidnap you on the spot. If you want to stay in your comfortable and relaxed home, you need to behave for him and let him drink as he desires. He will eventually get bored of just taking a drink and will get far more frisky and spicy with you regardless of if you want him to or not, your loopy and light-headed state being taken full advantage of.

- Being a living blood bag is better than a drained and dead one. Dabi will remind you of this if you ever want to try to sass him

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oukamochadesigns · 3 months

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Tarot cards made for @NoctemMortisMHA which sadly didn’t get made but at least they’re cool~! 💜

Posted on Patreon first. The other full page pieces won’t be uploaded here until 2 months from now~

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thepocket221 · 22 days

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hey guys!!! a family has recently reached out to me in hopes of raising funds to escape gaza! here’s the link to help out! donate if you can but please share!!!