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shallyouobeyme · 6 months

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Castle

Platonic!Yandere Vampire ErasterMic!Family x Toddler!Reader (GN)

Summary: Upon a hill over a small town stands a castle. It's vampiric inhabitants get a sacrifice every generation, but one year, they find a little child bundled up in a blanket at their door.

! Minors Do Not Interact !

TW: Sacrificing a child (you), mention of mugging, fighting, attacks, murder + torture (not descriptive and not towards reader), vampires, being turned into a vampire, illness, dark content, I do not condone this - this is all just fantasy

There was a custom in a small town lying in the valley under a hill which adorned the horizon along with the great castle standing on top of it unshakable, permanent, unaging - just like its inhabitants. There were legends going through generations of people living in the castle's shadow. According to them, the castle housed four very specific, mythical creatures. A man of shadows who could only be seen in the night and whose sight was said to be linked with an imminent death. A banshee who could act like a siren and lure you in, only to them scream with the voices of all the souls who have lost their lives because of him. An undead boy who could make you see things, hear things, do things, which would shake any living thing to their core. And at the last, a girl pale as a sheet, with hair white as snow - a ghost, said to be one of their former victims (according to some even their first), who was hunting the castle to warn others who'd share her fate and remind the creatures who had caused her death of their rotten soul.

Along with the legends and myths, the custom developed as well - it came from a place of fear and dread, from a time when deaths rid the town of most of its people and the only cause they could discern was that they had attracted the anger of their mythical watchers - and now it was common practice for every generation to chose a sacrifice to bring to the gates of the castle to gratify the rage of it's owners. Usually, it would be one of the elderly who volunteered themselves, knowing that they had not long to live and wanting to see what all the legends were about at least once in their life. Because except for the sacrificial rite no one was allowed to climb the hill to the castle.

By the time the most unusual and determinative sacrifice happened, the medics of the town had realized that the deaths they had in the past blamed on the creatures were caused by natural reasons - most crucial, the plague. But still, the custom stayed, because why would they change the habit that had kept the townspeople safe for all these years? There was just one thing that was different by that time - it had probably been the result of more health and people having fewer children - but for the first time in generations, there were no elderly who were close to dying, all the elderly who were around were still healthy and fit. And so, one family offered to make the ultimate sacrifice, as they had a young child of only a few years of age who they'd be bringing to the gates. The child was old enough to walk and talk, but not old enough to understand what was happening. And furthermore, the child was ill and sickly. They had been born with their ailment and the doctors saw no possibility of betterment, giving them only a few more years of life before the ailment would take them.

And so it was decided for the best all to lose their child in exchange for the happiness of all the other children they would have and that were living around them. On the night of the summer solstice, their parents put the child into warm clothes and carry their sleeping form up the hill. They knew that the least they needed to do was bring them away together and spend their last moments on this earth as a family. When they arrived at the gate, they rolled their child in a blanket and laid her down in front of it, before the father took the mother's hand and used the knocker that would never work from that distance at any other house. The parents gave their child one last kiss and then solemnly made their way back down the hill to their lives.

On the opposite side of the gate were a family at dinner - or at least as similar to dinner as it was possible for this family. They were sitting around a table with chalices before them, filled with dark, red, liquid that some might assume to be wine. It was not. The family had been living in the castle for centuries. And it was not the fathers and mothers of the people living in it now, no, it had been the exact same people as were sitting around the table now, unchanged like the building they were living in. Unlike what the townspeople assumed, the family of vampires had no interest in ending the lives of the people below them, they had long since switched to an animal-based diet. Still, they also had no interest in stopping their little habit of sacrifices, because it kept them unbothered, and kept the people of the town just afraid enough to not dare enter their homes. And since the sacrificial humans were usually already smelling of death, they had no issue putting them out of their misery - giving the old humans the happiness of letting them know what they had been wondering about for their entire lives.

As the family was talking about the latest news and interests that had been going on in their very exclusive, very secretive society of vampiric creatures spread around the entire world, Aizawa looked out of the window and sighed. He wondered about how fast the last 25 years had passed, but stood up and went out to the gate nonetheless. He wondered a little bit about the unusual breathing and heartbeat pattern heard coming from the human. It had been centuries since he had bothered with visiting or listening to other humans so while his ears were as good as ever, he had some difficulties distinguishing between the differences in them just based on their sounds and smells. So he assumed that this human was just weaker than usual.

All this led to all the more of a surprise when he opened the gate and found not an elderly human looking to find their end for the greater good, but instead a little bundled-up child. You - looking slightly younger than their own daughter had been when she was turned by a nefarious vampire looking to extend their clan - looked so weak, so frail, and as Aizawa looked at you, for the first time in centuries he was reminded of his own time as a mortal. Back then he and Yamada had to hide their love, their romance forbidden for multiple reasons. Not only were they both men, no they were also part of opposite sides of a war, though on the nights when they both sneaked away to spend their time embraced without having to worry about the rest of the world, they spent their time dreaming of having a life together, living without fear and most importantly, taking care of a little life of their own. A child. And when they had been turned, that dream had been mostly fulfilled.

Now they were powerful enough to live without fear together and a few decades later they stumbled upon a dying boy - a mugger who had stolen from them earlier, but as they hunted him down to get their stuff back they found him giving away the stolen goods to the children living in the street without a way to make their own way of survival. When he had also thrown himself in the way of a fight that had escalated and an attack meant for Yamada, it had been clear to them they could not leave him to die. And so they turned him and gained their son. And while they loved him as if he was their own - he was in a sense, the bond forged by turning someone almost as strong as the bond of blood mortals had - he had still already been a young adult when they had 'adopted' him.

Their gaining Eri for their family had been similar. She had already been a vampire for years when they had saved her and while she still looked the part of a young child, she had already been mindful and conscious of things a child would never be, she was a teenager or even an adult trapped in the body of a child.

So when Aizawa looked down at you, he saw this dream of theirs, the dream of raising a child of their own, and he saw the possibility of that now happening. When he brought you back in it was safe to say that his idea was taken in with a lot of enthusiasm, Yamada taking you out of Aizawa's arms and cuddling you close to him - so very happy to have a little you like you so close to him. Oh, how adorable you were, how precious - it was like he finally found what he was waiting for all of his immortal life. Eri was over the moon as well, stating that she had always wanted to be a big sister, that she'd do her best to make sure you'd grow up safe and surrounded by love, and that she wouldn't let anything harm you.

Shinsou was the one who stated something that the rest of the family had forgotten to think about through their joy. Someone had sacrificed you to them, had left you to what they thought to be a soon and possibly painful death. Shinsou's eyes were filled with rage, infectious rage and bloodlust that he hadn't felt since he'd been turned first, as he thought about how someone could leave such a little, weak thing as you to your death knowingly. And so, you were left with Yamada who was not quite ready to let go of you yet, and Eri who insisted on you getting a room near hers (even though you'd spent your next years sleeping in your new parent's bed) and to be there when you awoke to keep you calm in your new surrounded.

While they were already planning your new life, Aizawa and Shinsou made their way down that hill for the first time in a long while, with fire and fury in their steps, knowing that they'd leave no one alive - all of the townspeople at fault for letting you be sacrificed in their eyes. They had only had you with them for less than a day, but one look at you cuddling into Aizawa and Yamadas was enough to have them put you into their hearts and they'd bring hell before letting you go again. So no matter if young or old, male or female or in between, sick or healthy, every single mortal in that town paid their due that day, most of all your own parents whom they recognized by their smell and made suffer for as long as they could before they felt like they needed to see you again to make sure you were doing okay and ended your families misery.

It was clear that your life would be very different from now on, you would be coddled and loved, spoiled and protected. You were still so young that you didn't really worry about the fact that there were these strange people calling themselves your daddies and siblings for longer than a month or two, after that, you accepted your new situation. You enjoyed the attention, loved playing with Eri, dressing up with Yamada, taking naps with Aizawa and getting told stories by Shinsou. Your new life was happy and joyful and you didn't even notice how protective and obsessive your new family was. Leaving the castle wasn't an option anymore - which you didn't worry about too much given how big the castle felt to you - and neither was being alone. There was always one of them with you unless you were sleeping, and even then someone was close to you, close enough to race to you when they heard the difference in breathing patterns of you waking up.

Upon multiple protective measures, it was Shinsou who took it into his hands to tell you stories that made you scared of being alone and leaving the safety of your home - it hurt him to see you so scared, but the feeling of having you run into his arms for comfort when you were afraid of a shadow outside of the window, made it all worth it. Only once you started seeing evil in anything outside and started fearing things around you once you were alone did he tone it down a bit, knowing that he would not have to worry about you leaving them for the time being. His parents had claimed that it wasn't necessary since someone was with you at all times, but they didn't intervene when he started so he assumed they were fine with it.

Aizawa and Yamada loved having your young innocent around them, it reminded them that there was still goodness left in the world, but they still decided that they would not turn you until you were old enough to agree to it. They couldn't promise that they'd listen to you even if you didn't agree - already knowing that they could never let you go - but they at least wanted you to have the opportunity to feel like you made the choice on your own.

Of course, there was still your illness. Your family had many connections in the world thanks to their community of vampiric friends so they had access to the top medication and the best doctors and you got all of that. Everything to make sure you were as healthy as possible and relieved of any pain. The only thing that might change the way they had decided your turning would go would be if your condition worsened if there was no chance of healing anymore. Then, turning you would be an immediate reaction. And who knows, maybe them having you being their little toddler for the rest of eternity - never growing and being coddled by them to make sure you stay as innocent as you are now - was the best thing that could happen to you since they had found you at their gate.

N/A: Thank you to @dumpster-dive-reading for the inspiration behind this and thank you all for reading this. If you enjoyed it I'd love to read your thoughts. Tomorrow's entry for Yandere Writetober is going to be 'dagger' and let's just say while I'm not sure yet, I have a very mischievous character in mind for this. See you then ❤️

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sassypantsjaxon · 11 months

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Thank you Smash for giving us this ridiculously attractive Aizawa

#bnha #my hero academia #eraserhead #shouta aizawa #yeah #okay #he looks good as a vampire #I'll admit it

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pamgkrthwrites · 5 months

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Could you do vampire aizawa with a reader who went into his house randomly at night because they got lost on the woods or something? Thank you!

I didn't make it clear he was a vampire, more hinted at it. Plus this is rather short but I still hope it was good!

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The door swung open and you quickly closed it behind you. You panted as you pulled the hood of your coat. The storm outside made it difficult to see things clearly, leaving you completely drenched. You threw the coat off and turned around, rubbing your hair before pausing.

This isn’t your house.

You looked around the home you accidentally intruded on. It was very gothic at first glance, but it also had very comfy surfaces. Definitely not your style.

Shit.

You turned back to the front door to quickly leave, only to gasp when you saw a pale man who stood 183cm tall, had unkept black hair that rested on his shoulders, and piercing red eyes with a striking yellow accent to them.

“Who are you?” He asked with a voice that sounded tired though angry.

You whimpered and backed away from you, lowering your head slightly. “I-I’m sorry. I mistook his house as my own.”

“That didn’t answer my question.” He replied, taking one step closer and suddenly leaning over you.

You quivered as you looked up at him. You saw his hand move from the corner of your eyes, making you quickly shut your eyes out of fear.

You felt his cold hand next to your ear as he pushed some of your wet hair off your face as he spoke. “You should sit in front of the fire so you don’t catch a cold.”

You opened your eyes back up and looked back up at him. His eyes were glued to your neck, making you feel self-conscious. You pulled a hand up to your neck and rubbed it, breaking him from his trance.

He pulled his hand away from you. “I’ll get a room set up for you tonight, the fireplace is just in there.”

He then moved swiftly past you, and a chilling air loomed over you. You looked over your shoulder to see where he went, but he was nowhere in sight.

You grabbed your coat and walked into the living room and sat on the floor, close to the fire. You laid your coat on the floor so it could take in the heat, hoping it would help it dry.

Your eyes scanned the room, noticing how dark it was and the thick black curtains. If it wasn’t for the fire or the candlelight, you would be completely blind in this house.

You heard a knock, making you turn your head around to see the man standing in the doorway. “Your room is ready.”

“S-sorry.” You quickly stood up, grabbing your coat. This man must be a fast and silent walker. You gave him your name, finally answering his question from earlier.

“I’m Shota Aizawa.” He said, answering your unasked response question.

You followed him up to the second floor of his home, surprised to see he wasn’t walking as fast as you thought he would. The more you tried to look at his face, you noticed how handsome the tired man looked. He had a nasty scar under one eye and he clearly had shaved in a few days to weeks but it looked good on him.

He suddenly stopped walking to an open door. You looked inside to see a black and red room. It had a beautiful vase with red roses in the smell and their scent was strong. You walked inside the room and noticed how big the bed actually was. You turned to the tired man to thank him but noticed how his eyes were glued to your neck.

“Thank you for hosting me, Shota. Even after I barged into your home.” You said weakly, feeling like you were prey under his eyes.

His eyes snapped up to your face. “It’s nothing, truly. Stay as long as you want to.” He said before walking away.

You watched him leave the doorway and the room door seemed to close on its own.

Maybe it was just some wind.

You draped your coat on the coat rack and took off your clothing and shoes before climbing into the large bed in just your undergarments.

The bed felt so good to lay in, maybe you’ll stay here just for the bed.

You were going to stay here from the tired man though.

#bnha x reader #aizawa x reader #shota aizawa x reader #vampire #vampire shota aizawa #x reader #vampire x reader #gn!reader

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thedadbracket · 1 year

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THE DAD BRACKET: ROUND 2

Aizawa - My Hero Academia / Rupert Giles - Buffy the Vampire Slayer

If you like what I’m doing, reblog so others can participate! And remember: Bring your favorites up, don’t bring the others down!

#aizawa #mha #rupert giles #buffy the vampire slayer #brackets #round 2 #the bracket #idk anything about mha but that pic made me giggle

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animestsstuff2 · 1 day

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•Sickly sweet•

Bakugou x vampire reader

I also wanted to add that I know typically with vampires and mates etc that they immediately know and are bewitched but because the reader Yuri is 16 she isn’t actually aware of her attraction to Bakugou, well she is but not in the instinctual vampire sense, not until she turns 17 which will be soon but the closer her birthday is the more obvious its becoming hence the whole his smell is overwhelming. It also works on Bakugou too but its Bakugou so hes just gonna ignore it.

Content warning: blood, death, anxiety? Crying, fighting.

Part 7

Masterlist

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You stood over your fathers limp body as you kept your eyes narrowed on that blue haired boy and his freakish pet. His mouth opening to speak when the doors were kicked open a loud bang drew your attention as you looked round seeing All Might. His face bare of any smile, lips tightly curled and brows furrowed as his footsteps tapped off the ground

"Have no fear students. I am here" his tone was deadly serious. You looked down at your father took this opportunity to grab him as you started dragging him towards the others.

Kirishima rushed by Bakugou to help you. Bakugou quickly following as they helped bring your father to the top of the steps. You sniffled, tears springing from your eyes as you held his head in your lap. Bakugou took a seat beside you, reaching and putting his arm around you, hand grabbing your waist. He felt compelled to comfort you, something in his chest pulling him towards you.

All Might looked down at his dear friend and at you and whispered softly an apology to you both for not being here on time. You watched as All might made his way down to face that beast. You followed quietly, Deku creeping behind you also. You wanted revenge, something in your chest pushing you to move as anger filled you.

Some of the lower criminals got ready for All Might but just as you blinked they fell to the ground, absolutely no match for his speed nor strength. He continued on to the creature and began attacking it, landing hit after hit but it really had no effect. The creature taking it easily.

“Nomu here has shock absorption All Might. Youd have to gouge his brain out if you really wanted to hurt him” The boy said, as All Might continued to dodge the creature.

“Thanks for telling me how to beat him! I just have to were him down and then its on to you!” All Might yelled as All Might grabbed the creature from behind and flipped him over. You watched eyed wide at his sheer strength as the creature went head first into the concrete. A huge cloud of dust appearing and now blocking the fight.

You stood tense as the dust dissipated and a gasp left your mouth. All Might had put the creature into the ground but a portal appeared below him, allowing the creature to come out the other end. His claws grabbing All Mights chest through the portal and drawing blood as All Might struggled in the awkward position.

“Sorry All Might but burying Nomu in the ground so he couldnt move wont work. Hes built after you so he is as strong as you are” the boy informed as All Might gritted his teeth.

You watched as the portal man, Kurogiri, stood over All Might. The portal slowly becoming smaller as Nomu disappeared inside of it, dragging All Might further. Kurogiri explained his plan to crush All Might with his quirk and your eyes widened, seeing the Pro-Hero needed help but Izuku moved quicker than you.

He ran forward ready to help as Kurogiri warped into Izukus line of attack, opening a portal and you quickly rushed forward feeling your body unfreeze itself from the position you were in but Bakugou blasted himself above you, landing down on Kurogiris metal body and keeping him in place.

You ran forward. Your scythe coming down on the arm that dug into All Mights bloodied side, freeing him as ice grew on the ground and up the Nomus legs, trapping him. Shoto was here.

“Kurogiri. Youve really got us into a mess here” The boy groaned. Kurogiri tried to move but Bakugou just blasted the metal body of his.

“You move and ill blow you into so many pieces theyll be piecing you back together for months you bastard” Bakugou growled and you couldn’t help the small smirk for a hero he was quite villainous.

The portal however the Nomu was in became smaller as the creature slipped through and out the other side. His arm fully regenerating that made All Mights eyes widen, surprised by his regeneration quirk.

“Nomu, free kurogiri” the boy ordered and your eyes widened as the creature roared and charged at Bakugou. He was too fast. Your body moved, not thinking something in you needed to protect Bakugou. He was yours after-all..

All Might was quick after you. Your speed almost matching his as your blood transformed. A long chain with your scythe at the end as you threw and landed it into the Nomus shoulder. Your heels dug into the ground trying to slow the creature as it roared and whipped its head round seeing you. It whipped its arm forward and you yelped as you flew by it, hitting the concrete wall in front.

You coughed, head spinning and aching as you slouched down against it. Your eyes rolling back as everything went dark. The last thing your ringing ears could just make out was shouting.

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“SHE CAN’T BE DEAD!” Bakugou roared at the paramedics as they hauled your body into the ambulance. A white sheet stretched over you, his eyes narrowed in at your chest, searching for any sign of life.

His chest constricted and tight as it fell and rose in sharp breaths. The doors slammed shut and he stood staring as it drove away. His head rang, a sharp pain shooting through it as he tried to rationalise it. The image flashing in his head over and over again of you against the concrete wall, slumped down with blood running from everywhere..Your head, your mouth and other cuts..

There was just so much..

A hand on his shoulder made him tense as Kirishima voice cut through his daydream.

“Bakugou, come on. They’re taking us home” Kirishimas voice was quiet and sullen. His eyes glistening with tears as he too had seen you bloodied.

Bakugou turned, pushing by the red head as he boarded the bus, accompanied by other teachers who arrived to the scene. He took his seat, his mind buzzing as he looked at his hands, hands that were covered in your blood. One glove removed when he checked for your pulse and suddenly the crippling hold on his heart returned as he remembered how he couldn’t find one and how cold you were. His arms sore as he now felt the growing weight of his gauntlets dragging them down.

His mind too wrapped up in this new emotion he was feeling. He clambered off, entering the changing rooms. His body moving itself as his brain tried to make sense of this feeling, was it shame for being too weak? No, embarrassment for letting Kurogiri go? No. He couldn’t figure it out, maybe it was just because he had witnessed someone die; a classmate, someone he was close to. You a person he grew to care about over these past wee-

“Katsuki!” His mothers voice broke his focus on his spiralling mind. Her eyes soft and happy to see her son had minimal injuries but the smile she had faded as he made his way over and got into the car without saying or, well shouting a word.

“Katsuki, are you okay” she asked as she got into the car. He only glanced over at her before returning his gaze to the window and her mind mulled over, maybe the student that is in critical condition is his friend.

The ride home was quiet and tense and even worse at the house. Bakugou ignoring the question of what would he like for dinner as he headed to his room and into his bed, falling onto it. He rolled over and suddenly sat up as he grabbed his book bag and threw it across the room, angry and fed up now with this heavy feeling in his chest. He fell back letting out a growl as he stared at his ceiling. You were dead, he would no longer be able to see you. His mind mulling over that thought, you both still needed to finish that project for English. . .

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#bakugou katsuki #my hero academia #bakugou x reader #kirishima eijirou #mha #aizawa shouta #all might #bnha deku #mina ashido #ochako uraraka #shigaraki tomura #kurogiri #vampire #mha dabi #tw blood

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cutiepisenpai · 2 years

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Day 23. Blood Play/ Biting - Aizawa (Vampire)

Vampire!Aizawa x F!Reader

Warnings: Smut of course, blood sucking, biting, oral (female receiving), vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, creampie.

“Candlelight looks so good on you, Kitten.”

His sultry voice sends shivers through your body. The room is dim and you can’t make out his figure in the shadows, but you can feel eyes watching you. Fingers reach out from the darkness dancing across your skin. Powerful arms wrap around your waist pulling you back against his chest.

“You smell delicious my darling.”

His tongue licks over your neck, he is hungry with lust and passion ready to devour you. Shouta drags his fangs over your skin following the same path as his licks. Blood dribbles from the cut and he allows the blood to pool before licking it up. A deep sigh of satisfaction escapes his lips.

“Tastes delectable every time.” He sighs.

He presses kisses along your neck, he can hear the thrumming of your blood pumping through your body, enticing him to sink his fangs in and taking a deep drink.

“I truly have missed you, my love.”

You turn within his grasp to face him, there is a hunger burning in his eyes. You know it well, having seen it before, it always ends with you writhing beneath him. A rough kiss is pressed against your lips, forcing his tongue into your mouth. His growl rumbles in his chest primal urges taking hold. His arms find their way under your thighs lifting you holding your hips against his, carrying you off to the bedroom.

“I have missed your lips. I have longed to touch you, to feel you against me.” he murmurs between kisses down your chest. Upon reaching the bedroom he quickly removes your clothing, throwing it into a random pile of the floor, before pushing you back onto the mattress. Shouta climbs on top of you he bites down on your breast suckling up the blood that drips down your nipple. Your broken moan satisfies his predator instincts. He lets out a low throaty groan against your skin. His mouth pulls back off of your breast, the puncture points bubble with blood that he laps up.

Hot, wet kisses trail down your body until Shouta finds himself between your legs. Your thighs part and his hands smooth over your skin, his fingers part your dampened lips, his mouth presses slow kisses to your inner thighs. He can feel the thrum of your pulse and eagerly sinks his fangs into your inner thigh. He groans in satisfaction at the breathy moans that leave your lips. His arms hook under your legs pulls your legs over his shoulders, he hungrily sucks the flowing blood, relishing in the taste. Releasing your thigh from his grasp in his mouth he drags his tongue up to your glistening slit latching onto your clit sucking and flicking it with his tongue.

Your moan is loud and needy, hips pushing up against him. Erotic growls are hummed against your clit. Your back arched, a gasp leaves your lips followed by a pleasured cry, writhing against the soft sheets. Shouta’s glowing scarlet eyes stare at you watching as you twist in pleasure.

His control snaps and he moves onto his knees, dragging your hips up to his hooking your legs behind his back. A quick thrust of his hips and his stiff cock slips into your drenched hole. The whine you let out, clenching around his cock was everything he had been missing. His fucks you rough and fast kissing onto your breast. His eyes shift from your face to your breast watching them bounce with every thrust. Your mouth hangs open, while you moaned and pant, his cock pumping in and out of your sopping wet cunt. Your hips rock meeting his with every stroke, toes curling, body writhing as you become a quivering mess. Fleshy slaps fill the room as Shouta fucks your leaking pussy, body burning from overstimulation. He finally comes filling you with hot sticky cum, his sinks his fangs into your neck once again sucking up the flowing blood.

#kinktober 2022 #kinktober #smut #aizawa shouta #shota aizawa #aizawa smut #aizawa x female reader #aizawa x reader #shouta aizawa x reader #shouta aizawa #vampire aizawa

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k-nayee · 2 months

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CHAPTER 2. LET'S BE HEROS!

❝Don't wait for any hero to save you, become one.❞

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"Zukiiiiiii!"

The fourteen-year-old boy lets out a faint choking noise as you glomp him with a smile, face slowly turning red the longer your cherry scent fills his nose. "__-____!"

Pulling back from the hug, you give him a tiny kiss on the nose. "Hello my cutie Zuki. How was your classes today?"

Izuku could only wheeze in reply.

"Great!" You simply loop your arm through his and continue with the conversation, "I was thinking we could go to the movies tom—"

"Hey Deku!" You both tense at the sudden call. Slowly looking back, fear (him) and irritation (you) fill your bodies.

'Dammit. Not him again...'

Bakugo Katsuki stands before you, the embodiment of arrogance and menace.

You grumble under your breath at the stuck-up little boy.

So full of himself and harmful to those deemed below him, it always amazes you that no one had beat his ass yet for such an attitude.

You surely would have if it weren't for Izuku's constant pleads not to.

"K-kacchan..."

"Didn't I tell you to stop calling me that shit?!"

"Y-yes. Sorry," the greenette recoils with a visible flinch causing Bakugo's Groupie to snicker.

"I saw your little shitty dream job report. Care to explain why you said hero when you don't even have a damned quirk!" Bakugo steps up with a sneer pulling at his lips.

Before he and the bullies could get any closer, you get in the way. "Hey! Back the hell up before somebody get their nuts kicked in again!"

A wince passes over all of their faces.

Bakugo takes a hesitant step back despite the emotion of anger on his face. "Hah?! You still wanna play hero? You really think that little fruit bat quirk can beat me?"

"And you think just because you have a Sparky Sparky Boom Man quirk, Imma bow down? Izuku!" thepoor boy jumps at the sudden call of his name with a skittish y-yes?

"Take this off so I can remind him I'm not one of his little friends."

Turning to the greenette, the rosary connected to the choker around your neck hauntingly glistens in the sunlight as you lean towards him.

The groupie's faces pale once realizing what you wanted, internally wincing at the phantom pains from the first time they 'fucked around and found out' with you.

To this day, they never willingly seek out to bully Izuku on their own. Instead, they wait until Bakugo is around to do so since he (unfortunately) wasn't there to meet Moka.

Only a few know what happens when that specific piece of jewelry is removed.

Despite the tellings, many only find it as a decorative piece and play off the past stories as a hoax or tall tale - queue the Angry Pomeranian™ (he gon learn one day...just wait).

Luckily for the Three Followers, they knew well enough to take your word seriously.

Izuku catches on and immediately throws his arms up in an x as he sputters out a reply. "B-but I can't!"

"Wha-why the hell not?!" It was your turn to sputter, a pout of anger mixed with disappointment painting your features from him not removing it.

"Your mother...she ordered me not to listen to you whenever you suddenly threaten to beat someone up!"

"...."

'Damn...change of plans.'

Looking back over at the smug group of bullies, you hold a fist up and wave it at them like an old man.

"You lucky my mama saved y'all from this ass whooping! Now Imma say this once and one time only: this better be the last time you Tokyo Revengers rejects try to jump Zuki!"

"And why should we listen to you? He's nothing but a quirkless nobody!"

"I don't give a flip if he's BooBoo the Fool! What you're not gonna do is bully him when he's done nothing to you. Now keep on and Imma get my momma to call your mom to tell her what you're doing!"

Bakugo nearly flinches at this, quickly fixing his show of weakness. "Yeah yeah! This shit getting boring anyways. C'mon guys, let's go somewhere else..."

He walks away with a mutter of fucking snitch bitch under his breath as his groupie quickly follows behind with sneers of their own.

"____."

You look over to see Izuku avoiding your eyes with a shy, timid grin. "T-thank you."

Before you can say anything, his expression darkens, replaced by a saddened frown. "But...why..."

"Huh?"

"I said why?" He finally faces you, this time with tears filling his eyes, "why do you still hang out with me knowing I'm a quirkless nobody? Because of me, you're bullied too! I-if you hadn't become my friend you w—"

"Enough!" Your stern voice interjects his rambling. With gentle movements, you grab his hand and began walking towards home.

Moments of silence pass until it's broken by a light laugh- your laugh. He looks over to see you already staring at him with a soft gaze.

"You always ask me why, and my answer will always remain the same: because I love you. I care for you Izuku. It hurts seeing you in pain, especially for something you can't control..."

Ba-dump...

Izuku's eyes widen at your words.

Despite hearing you say the words I love you over the years, this is the first time he's ever heard it so differently, so pure with genuine emotion.

The sound of your voice gets fainter as he actually takes in the sight of you.

The way your lips pull into a soft smile that never seems to go away, even as you speak.

Ba-dump...

The way the wind blows through your hair, bringing the pink cherry blossoms within its strands into a graceful dance.

Ba-dump...

And your eyes.

Your eyes sparkle oh so brightly in the sunlight.

Ba-dump...

A breathless sigh leaves the freckled boy's lips in awe.

Sometimes he can't believe you chose to stand by his side even when there were so many others much worthy.

Seeing your cute fanged smile, Izuku realizes you finished talking and quickly breaks out of the trance with a small smile of his own.

After a few more passing minutes, you finally reach the front yard of your house.

"Well...I guess this is your sto-ack!"

You pull him into a tight hug, head nestled into the crook of his neck. Your intimate action causes his pulse rate to skyrocket.

Speaking of pulse...

It has been a while since you last had some...

With the overwhelming smell of his blood getting the best of you, you step out of the hug with a sheepish smile. "I'm sorry Zuki...but I can't help myself!"

"Huh? What do-ah!" Izuku's confusion is immediately replaced by a flustered exclamation when you lean towards his neck and bite him.

The sharp sting is quickly replaced by the feeling of you sucking on his neck, making him even more flustered.

Face glowing red, he flails his arms with a squawky scream.

"W-WAIT ____!"

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You walk down the street with bags of groceries in each hand, tired eyes nearly closing from a lack of energy.

Turns out you didn't get enough blood from Izuku and your mother needed a few (a lot) things for tonight's dinner.

'She lucky she's making [favorite food], otherwise I wouldn't have agreed to this.'

That's a lie. You were going regardless if she sent you.

"No stop! You're gonna get yourself killed!"

You lazily glance over at the commotion and see a crowd of civilians and Pro Heroes as they scream and yell around a...glob of snot?

Looking a little closer, you noticed a boy running towards the booger monster while the adults around do nothing.

"Doing all that yelling, but I don't see any action." You release a snort, "Crazy how much the desire of being a hero is making even little kids risk their lives. Couldn't be me."

With a shake of the head, you continue walking, not too worried since All Might will surely appear in a few minutes. 'As always since no one else seems capable'

Mind set on going home, your heart nearly stops at the next words you hear.

"Poor kid. Aldera Junior High, by the looks of it."

'Wait...what? Someone from my school?'

You snap your head over to confirm what the stranger said to be true.

And sure enough, the pure black color of your school uniform is spotted.

But what causes your curiosity to turn into pure unadulterated fear is the sight of a signature head of green hair and mustard yellow backpack you've just seen nearly an hour ago.

'No...it can't be...is that—'

"IZUKU!!" Your panicked scream pierces the air.

Grocery bags long forgotten, you race over to him only to be restrained by a well-meaning bystander. "Hey slow down little lady. You can't go there, it's too dangerous."

"N-no let me go! LET ME GO!" Tried with all your might to break out of his hold, you're unable to.

You claw at the rosary around your neck and fruitlessly yank on it as tears fall. "I have to save him! Please! Please let go!"

Even with all of your pleads and cries, he doesn't comply, forcing you to watch your bestfriend claw at the slime.

"Quick! Save the boy before this thing kills him!"

Your eyes close as people now decide to help, refusing to look when the gooey blob raises its hand to hit Izuku.

You flinch at the sound of a loud impact. 'Zuki...'

"Pros are always risking their lives. That's the true test of a hero! DETRIOT SMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASH!!" All Might was there...

A strong wind forces you to cover your face until it finally dies down.

'Zuki!' Is the first thing to enter your mind. You quickly look around and try to locate him.

Anxiety fills you when you can't find him causing your eyes to tear up once again as you fear the worst.

'Calm down ____...he most likely went home that's all. Get the groceries, drop them off at home, and go to his house.'

After a few deep calming breaths, you set off to the plan, ignoring the intrusive thoughts containing a certain mangled and bloodied greenette.

Your body feels numb, moving at a slug pace as you walk with glazed-over eyes.

It wasn't until you were halfway home did a flash of green enter your vision. "...Zuki?"

Almost as if he heard you, he turns and meets your lost gaze.

Izuku straightens, his freckled cheeks flushing as a bright smile settles on his face.

The bags are dropped for the second time today.

"Oh! Hey, ___-"

His words are cut off when you run over and yank him into your body, holding him close despite his flustered cries of shock.

Pulling away, you hold and study every feature on his trembling scarlet red face in fear of him disappearing again.

Getting your fill of it, anger replaces sorrow and fear. A whack is thrown to the back of his head.

"You idiot! What the HELL were you thinking!"

"Listen ____. I-"

"Like I get the hero dream and all," you began to pace while scolding him, "but to run in without a plan whatsoever?!"

Izuku stays quiet to let you rant for a few more minutes before finally interrupting.

"____!"

He grabs you by the arms, green eyes burning with determination as they stare into your own.

"I want to become a hero. So I'm going to UA next year!"

You could only blink at his words. "...Eh?"

"And I want you to come with me. Let's be heroes...together!"

"EH?!"

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KINKTOBER 2023

Y'all remember that poll I made last month? This is for the winner of that poll: Shouta Aizawa

Dark/Medieval-ish Fantasy AU

Vampire AU. Also, he's a highwayman (robber who hung out on the roads and stole from travelers) cuz I want to

Also, also, thanks to pop culture osmosis, I have consumed a little too much Baldur's Gate III content for somebody who hasn't played the game...yet, so there's a little inspiration from Astarion throw in there. As a treat

Content: knife play, blood drinking (duh), biting (again, duh), praise, oral (giving), use of "good girl", cum play, cowgirl, missionary, "kidnapping" (except not really)

FYI, long post (sorry)

*Cutpurse: thief or pickpocket

🔞NSFW Content Below! 18+ Only! Minors DNI!🔞

The closing of summer and the beginning of the end of another yet started with drizzle. It was a cold, gray morn on the eve before All Hallows. And you, the local tavern wench, have to work into the wee hours of the morning before getting up the next day to do it all over again. You gathered coins from the bar and stuffed them into your apron. Beer flowing from the caskets they were drawn from into deep mugs. It took all of your will power not to spit into the drink of the man who made it an unhappy habit for you to squeeze your ass when you passed. Over the last several months, you learned how to dodge his sweaty, grubby hands. It took a lot less effort when he eventually, inevitably got so drunk he couldn't even recognize his own hand if he held it in front of his face.

You carried a tray of ale to the table waiting across the tavern while the bard hired for the evening played a dull tune on his lute. You walked to the table without incident, but left without a tip. You smiled but the moment your back was turned, your face turned sour like you just swallowed a lemon. 'Oh, you should be so lucky to have a job and not starve to death' or 'Be grateful' were words you heard time and time again. They were usually spoken by folks who had more coin than you did. You scrounged and saved every copper to get yourself out of this one-pony town to find better employment. A governess for the child of rich lord or a seamstress's apprentice? Anything would be better than dodging meaty paws and washing beers stains out of your aprons every other night. Reeking of ale and pipe smoke when one comes home from work was not the ideal lifestyle, certainly not yours.

As you crossed back over to the bar, you heard the local gossip. A few months ago, the hottest gossip was about the local cleric's daughter getting entangled with a cutpurse*. As of late, the news was not so bawdy.

"Drained of blood they say. Not a drop left in the horse..." Whispered one patron, not wanting to frighten the others.

"I heard that all the goats and chickens died over three weeks in the village two miles east of here," said another.

"The Dark Hand was spotted in that area about that time. Pinched a pearl choker from the duchess and left her stranded. Stole BOTH her horses from her carriage. Knocked the driver unconscious. Nobody thought the fellow would live."

The Dark Hand was a name growing more popular each night. He was much more entertaining than listening to hearing tales of bloodletting and dead goats. Nobody saw his face or knew his name. He wore a mask and cloak. Who knows who gave him the moniker, the Dark Hand, but the name stuck. The highwayman lurked on moonless nights on the highways and byways and forested roads for victims to steal from. The strange thing was that he left most of his victims alive, save for one or two foolish men who did not expect a thief to be so adept at fencing. However, he almost always stole the horse, presumably to buy him time and evade authorities.

"What you think the Dark Hand is bleeding goats and chickens when he's not stealing horses?" A patron laughed.

"I'm just sayin' it's an odd coincidence that the animals died, all drained of blood, and that's the last spot the Dark Hand was seen..."

The patron's voice faded and melted into the crowd as you walked away. You returned to the bar and washed mugs in between serving drinks. When you finally had the time, you dumped the coins that weighed your apron down into the large iron box hidden inside the bar counter.

Each passing hour slugged by. Drunkards were carried home by their comrades while others slinked off to their cots and carriages. One by one, two by two, and three by three, they stumbled, lurched, and fumbled their way out the door. The tavern became quiet like a grave as all the souls left to wander the night. With a rag, you cleaned the bar counter to the best of your abilities, but there was no removing the stains and the smells without a little bit of magic which you did not possess. The tavern keeper, the owner, sauntered downstairs from his chambers on the floor above. He played little part in the goings-on of the business he owned, choosing to coop himself up and day-drink and gamble and doddle with a prostitute. Your boss only ventured downstairs when the tavern was emptied and there was no work for him to do besides count the box's contents and pay you.

While he counted the money, you busied yourself with picking up after the patrons. You grabbed forgotten and discarded mugs from every surface. Many patrons dropped their mugs and never picked them off the floor, much to your displeasure. From the corner of your eye, you spotted the bard looking sadly into his tin cup. He packed his things and left without a goodbye. Only until you had an armload of mugs did your employer look up. He curled his finger, bidding you to come to the bar. You dumped your load into the enormous sink of dirty dishwater. When you turned to the bar, the tavern keeper gave you ten copper and a silver. You glanced at the pile of coins he began stashing into a bag.

"Where's the rest of it?" You asked.

"The rest of what?" He cinched the leather bag closed.

"My money? This can't be all that I've earned today. I've been here since noon."

"You dropped a customer's drink this afternoon. I took it outta your pay," said he.

Your jaw dropped. A single wasn't equivalent to half your pay for working ten hours. Your brows furrowed into an angry V-shape.

"I can take the silver away. I could take the copper and leave you with nothin'. Take your pay and go home. I'm tired."

"Tired? You've set foot downstairs twice all day, including right now! I spilled one drink. ONE. I'm doing the job of five people, and you're cutting my pay in half because of one drink? You weren't even here to see it. How could you have possibly known that happened?"

"I got sources." He got up close and personal. Too close and too personal. You could smell his fetid breath. "And I suggest ya keep your pretty mouth shut, missy. I can replace ya like that." He snapped his fingers.

"And where do you think that'll leave you? I'm the only one who's stuck around for longer than a few weeks. You don't even a cook anymore. Who's going to pour drinks? Who's going to wipe up the bar and tables? Who's going to mop the floors or tidy up the rooms? I need you far less than you think I do."

"Tell me where'd you go then? Hm? Take up a job at the fish market? Peddle some flowers? You got looks, I'll be honest. You could make more on your back," said he.

You grabbed your money from the bar and struck him. He was stunned for just a second. His cheek bore a red mark the size and shape of your hand. You scurried away before he could get within reach of you. The tavern keep had always been slow. You could outrun him with relative ease. You turned your head back at the last moment as you stepped onto the tavern's thresh hold.

"Don't expect me to be here tomorrow night, bastard!" You shouted.

In the whirl of emotions, you'd forgotten your one and only cloak. Oh well. You can buy a cheap one at the market. A wool blanket would do in a pinch if necessary. However, with winter fast approaching, you didn't have much time to think about those things. You needed to stay warm if this winter was going to be same as last years, cold, frozen, and wet.

You trekked alone in the dark. You tucked your fistful of coins into your apron with no other place to stash your money. Looking at you, a tavern wench without a purse or cloak, you weren't a thief's target. The wind blew at the back of your neck, causing the hair to stand on end. Candles flickered in windows until they were snuffed out. The cobblestone streets before and behind you were dark. Still, you needed to get home. Your feet and legs ached and you needed to be up in the morning to find a new job.

Alone with nothing but your arms to keep you warm, you pushed further along. Even late at night, you knew the path well enough to not even need a lantern, though having one might bring more comfort. You hugged yourself to stave off the cold, but your fingers grew numb from the biting night wind. You rushed down the cobbles in the hopes of getting home sooner where you could at least get a fire going and sleep near the hearth.

The words of the tavern patron's kept you distracted. All that talk of highwaymen and animals bled to death kept you on your toes. You looked behind you and paused to look before passing every alley. You peeked inside but found only piles of rubbish. You crossed the bleak alley.

You were so close to home now. Just a little further and you could lock yourself indoors until sunrise.

Your little hut appeared in the midst of others. The sign above the blacksmith's swung above his door. You sprinted forward, safety and warmth so very close at hand. You were going to kiss the door before you unlocked it. Your hand seized the key from around your neck and slipped it off. You carried it in your fist as you made a beeline for your hovel's door.

You did not see the outstretched hand in the alley. Your eyes were too focused on your front door. You screamed as the hand captured your arm as you walked past the dark alley by your house. A hand clapped over your mouth before the sound could alert your neighbors. A strong arm wrapped around your middle and dragged you deep into the alley. You kicked and thrashed. All your efforts did was make your captor squeeze harder. You gasped for air as you were pressed against them.

In a flash, your back hit the nearest wall. The icy-cold sting of a knife pricked at your neck. A quick glance down made your worse fear come true. Glinting in the moonlight was a knife to your throat. You looked up. Half of their face was covered in a black mask. Red eyes glared out of the holes made for the eyes. Now that you could see the features, your captor was distinctly male. The shape of him gave it away, broad shoulders, thick neck, and stubble growing beneath his mask. He wore all black. Tight in his leather gloved fist was the glinting sharp knife whose point aimed for your artery.

"Do not scream again, do you understand? If you scream or call for help, I will slit your throat. Nod if you understand me."

The timber of his voice made you shiver. You had to admit it, the sound of it made a low fire start to burn in your lower belly. You nodded.

"Good girl." The man did not lower the knife. "Where do you live?"

"T-The house over there. I was...I was just heading home. Please don't kill me. I have nothing you can steal that's worth any value."

"I know you don't, but you do have something I want. Daybreak is coming and if you allow me to hide in your cellar, no harm will come to you."

"I-I have no cellar." You lied. There was one, but you weren't about to let a man who held a knife to your throat into your house.

The tip of his knife dug into your flesh. Blood rushed to the surface from the pinprick the knife made. You whimpered as the knife dug in.

"I can smell a lie. This will all be over if you open your cellar to me. I'll be gone by sunrise anyway. I don't want to slit the throat of a pretty girl, so don't make me do it," said he.

The knife, the black clothes, the red eyes. All these things you heard before. These were the descriptions of the Dark Hand. You shivered as you took his visage in. In spite of the mask, from what you could see of his face was quite handsome.

"Alright, alright. Y-You can hide in my cellar. I don't want any trouble," you said.

"Good." He withdrew the knife. The man stepped back and gestured for you to show the way.

Your legs trembled beneath your skirts. You led the man to your house only two dozen steps away. The key in your fist turned the lock, opening the door for the both of you. Perhaps in hindsight, you could have ran inside and locked the door before he could follow behind, but for whatever reason, you didn't. The man trailed after you into your hut. One space held your kitchen, dining room, and bedroom. There was a rocking chair by the fire and a loft for storage. A chair held your washing basin and your privy was the outhouse behind the hut. The stairs to the cellar were behind a door in the corner.

The man let you lock the door behind him. You lit a candle. You stepped towards the cellar's entrance. The man moved in the corner of your eye, not to follow you, but towards the fireplace. You turned to watch him creep in the dark as if he's lived here all his life and knew where everything was. You watched him sweep ash from the hearth and stack new logs. He threw a burning phosphorus match into the fireplace and soon it crackled. The man stoked the fire until it he was assured that his absence would not cause it to snuff itself out.

"T-Thank you." It felt odd to show gratitude towards the man who held you at knife point and threatened to kill you if you didn't let him inside your house. It was equally strange for him to go out of his way to warm your hut with a new fire. He wouldn't have been able to use it to his benefit if he was hiding in the cellar.

"A little gift for your cooperation," said he.

In the glow of the fire, you saw him better. Mud-covered boots and a heavy cloak stood before the fire. His whole frame was draped in black. Even his hair was the color of coal. The pale color of his skin stood out the most against all of the darkness he wore like a hat.

"I...I know who you are." You managed to say. Your tongue cleaved to the roof of your mouth.

"Then you should know better than speak a word to anyone."

You walked a bit closer. The man did not move. Where did all this daring come from? You crept a little closer towards him. The Dark Hand's eyes followed your every step. Each time you flinched, you captured the detail in his mind. You stared at him just as he stared at you.

"You're much more handsome than the stories say," you said.

"There's a lot that the stories don't tell."

"Are you on the run?" You asked.

"Almost caught. But I will be out of your hair next sunset. Don't bother locking the cellar door and alerting the authorities by the way. I have my ways of escaping, and then the next time we meet you won't be so fortunate."

"The cellar door doesn't lock anyway. It's been busted since I moved in."

"Awfully dangerous thing to say to a stranger," said the Dark Hand.

"Awfully dangerous thing to do to let a man who had a knife to my throat stay in my house," you said.

"Are you going to stand there all evening or show me the way?"

You gestured your head towards the back door. "I trust you can see. The cellar is just beyond the door. Watch your step. The last stair is broken."

"You should sleep," said the Dark Hand.

"With a highwayman in my cellar? I don't think so. I wouldn't be able to sleep if I tried with you down there."

The Dark Hand narrowed his eyes at you. He scrutinized your face before shaking his head.

"Your dark circles are worse than mine."

"May I see?"

His indifferent eyes turned into a glare.

"Can't blame me for being curious."

"You know what they say about curiosity."

"Curiosity killed the cat but satisfaction brought it back," you said.

"Oh really?"

The Dark Hand turned and flashed fangs. Not blunt human teeth. Fangs.

You gasped and stepped away from him only for the Dark Hand to saunter over to you.

"You're a vampire. T-That explains all those dead goats," you said dumbly.

"I got a little carried away." He reached up and took off his mask. "This mask is pointless now I suppose."

You stared at his face. He was handsome, but there was plenty to mar him. A scar under his right eye, dark shadows, and a thin red ring surrounding both eyes made him look sullen. If you saw him in broad daylight, you would swear he was just another haggard traveler.

"Wait, wait, before you decide to drain me, let me give you a counteroffer!"

He stopped to your surprise.

"A counteroffer?"

"You...You need a place to hide for now, right? You must also need fresh blood to survive. I can provide both and maybe more if when you leave this town, and I know you will,...take me with you."

Your heart hammered. It felt like your rib cage rattled with every thump and throb of your heart pumping blood. You felt your pulse quicken in your throat.

"You...You want to come with me? As what a servant?"

"Literally anything would be better than staying in this place. Look at all this! Do you think I'm spoiled here? I just quit my bloody job at the tavern. I want to leave this place and never look back. You need somewhere to hide and get a meal once in a while. So...So before you decide on killing me to guarantee silence, think about my offer. Please?"

The Dark Hand looked around your hut.

"It is a bit cramped and squalid. It's a wonder you have a cellar at all."

He closed the rest of the gap between you. His gloved hand cupped your chin and tilted your head. His blood-colored eyes scanned your face.

"Up close, you are easy on the eyes. I could always use an extra pair of human hands to help me in the daylight. Very well, clever human. You get to live another day."

"Do you...Do you need to feed now? Is that why your eyes are red?" You asked.

"And where do you expect to find an animal I can feed from at this time of night?"

"Animal? You don't feed from..."

"Humans? Not for the last half century. Are you offering yourself?"

"Yes."

The word burst out of your mouth without you bidding. You stared at his rugged yet handsome face. He was not the image of a perfect, well-groomed, posh vampire, but he was all the more attractive because of it. The Dark Hand stared back.

"Eager?" He quirked a dark brow.

"P-Perhaps..."

The Dark Hand leaned his head towards you. He inhaled sharply the smell of your skin from the crook of your neck. You felt his cold breath ghost across your flesh as he sighed.

"Very tempting. I can smell your excitement. I feel your blood racing to the surface, calling to me. And you have such a delicate, pretty neck. I almost hate to ruin it," said he.

"You can smell that?" You gasped.

"Yes. I also smelled the hint of arousal when I had my knife to your throat. Do you like dangerous men? If I put my hand under your skirts, will your cunt be soaking wet for me?"

"You go too far, sir!"

"Sir?" He laughed. "Nobody's called me that in a long time."

"Oh? What else have you been called?"

"Shouta," the Dark Hand Answered.

"Shouta." You tested the name on your lips.

"It's been a very long time since I last felt the touch of a person who wasn't trying to jab a stake through my chest. And judging by how fast your heart is pounding, it's been a while for you too. Shall we remedy that?"

"Please!" You whined.

Your fate was sealed when the Dark Hand Shouta sealed his lips on yours. You unfastened his cloak. It fell away and your hands were free to wander his chest and shoulders. Muscles rippled through the shirt his wore. Likewise, Shouta untied your apron. However, he was too impatient to unlace your bodice. He produced the knife from his belt and slit the ties from top to bottom. You protested but the words fell on deaf ears. His hands cut the ties to your skirt too.

"I'll buy you more." He husked against your neck.

You shivered in just your shift. Shouta kissed your cheek. His lips trailed down your throat and down to your collar bone. He pressed his lips to the top of your breast. You squealed with no small amount of delight mixed with surprise when he hefted you unto his shoulder. Shouta carried you off to the straw-filled bed. Shouta saddled himself to straddle your hips. He slowly, oh-so-slowly, removed his belt. He plucked a small leather satchel that had been hanging on his hip. Before tossing the purse away, Shouta produced a necklace of pearls.

"Are those...the duchess's pearls?" You asked. What was he going to do with those?

"Didn't fight to keep them either." Shouta closed the necklace around your throat. "They look better on you anyway."

He kissed you again, this time with more passion. Shouta let you tug at his shirt until it came loose from his doe skin breeches. He broke from the kiss only to take off his shirt and throw it somewhere in the dark. By the firelight, you marveled at his marble torso, pale and sturdy. His body was scarred. All of them old, weaving a tale of fights and battles long before he became one of the undead.

You reached down to touch him down there. You stroked his cock through his leather breeches. Shouta let out a hiss through his teeth.

"Don't fucking tease me, woman."

"Do you trust me?" You asked.

"That should be your question."

You rolled your eyes. "Just lie down for me, alright?"

Shouta kicked off his boots. He rolled over on your bed. You fiddled with the hem of his breeches before slowly pulling them down. Inch by inch. Shouta lifted his hips to help you tug them off. His cock didn't spring to life right away. You didn't expect him to since he was...you know, vampire. He twitched and then you touched him. Your hand felt so warm against his skin. You stroked his cock, slowly warming him up, in more ways than one.

You slid down his body and settled between his legs. Your tongue swept along the shaft of him. You enjoyed the slow hiss that came out of him as you did so. You teased him some more, reveling in the sounds he made before wrapping your lips around the tip. You sucked and drew him deeper into your mouth. Shouta let your head bob up and down and stroke what you couldn't fit. His body relaxed under the sensations you were providing. Shouta cradled the back of your neck.

"Fuck...Where'd you learn to do that?"

You brought him to completion and swallowed the tide of cum down your throat. You missed a droplet of cum on the corner of your lips when you released him. Shouta swiped it up with his finger and put it inside your mouth. You licked his finger clean before straddling him.

Shouta sat up and seated his cock deep within you. He kissed your cheek, making his way to your neck. His lips lingered right above your pulse point. His arms felt like timbers as he wrapped them around your waist. He held you tight as he fangs sank into your flesh.

You gasped, of course. It was not the awful maw of a beast or the deadly bite of a viper. A vampire's kiss stung all the same. It was like two icy pinpricks stabbing your neck. You felt Shouta draw the blood from your veins. A little bit of your essence flowed in him.

His cock buried to the hilt twitched. The flaccid member grew hard as Shouta sucked your blood. Pulsing life and activity returned. Soon, he was thrusting up into. Shouta pulled away from your neck. His cool tongue lapped up the drops of blood from the little puncture wounds. You felt a tingle and the puncture marks healed themselves. You touched your neck in amazement.

"What?"

"We can't have you walking around with a sign that says 'A vampire was here,' can we?" Said Shouta.

You looped your arms around his neck. You moved your hips in time with his. An ache, a need, started to fill you. You thrust your hips back at him, faster, going faster. Your tiny hut reverberated with the sounds of you fucking. It had been so long, too long. Shouta filled you up, stretched you, and played with that bundle of nerves between your legs that every other man ignored. His fingers were rough to the touch but oh-so gentle when he played with you. You kissed and you tasted your own blood on his lips.

Your wetness spread everywhere. All over your thighs and his. Shouta's face scrunched up like a hungry animal. In a flash, he had you on your back. He pushed your legs onto his shoulders as he rammed harder into your soaking cunt. His thrusts turned bestial. He was a demon of lust taking his fill of you. Silver fangs glimmered in the red-orange light of the fireplace. Shouta licked his fangs before sinking them into your breasts. He drew blood there though not enough to drain you. He bit to taste more of your flesh and blood. As his craving grew stronger, so did his fucking you.

The bed frame creaked and moaned. It threatened to break asunder beneath your bodies. Shouta fucked you into the mattress so hard that he ripped the seams. Straw spilled out the sides of your shitty mattress.

You try to reach for Shouta, touch him, drag your nails down his back. You manage to get a hold of his arms. His hard muscles twitched under your touch. Your blunt nails scratch him as he pounded into you.

"You're getting tighter." Shouta growled. "You're so close, aren't you?"

"Yes!"

"Then come. Come for me."

Shouta's eyes bore into yours. He folded your body into a mating press. His thrusts grew more erratic, desperate for release. He played with your clit faster. Your legs stretched on his shoulders, spreading out and wide. Shouta kissed you on the mouth to stifle the scream that would have woken your neighbors if they heard. You moaned into the kiss as the base of your spine tingled and exploded with pleasureful fireworks. Shouta followed behind. He buried himself deep. Rather than warmth growing in your belly, there was...nothing. Not cold or hot, just nothing. You certainly felt his cum paint your insides. Felt it seep out of you but there was no warmth, no life.

Shouta pulled away. He withdrew his cock slowly. You lay on the bed limp as a rag doll. Perhaps he played with you too rough. Shouta shoved on his breeches and walked barefoot to the other side of the hut. He grabbed a washcloth and dipped it in the tepid water in the washbasin sitting on the chair. When he returned, Shouta cleaned you up.

"You shouldn't worry. As a vampire, you won't get pregnant from this. My cum is....not viable." Shouta explained.

"Good to know," you said.

A certain tavern owner marched down the lane. He headed for a hovel a few blocks away from his business. He never thought the uppity woman would hold true to her word. Crickets chirped, owls hooted, and stars shined. Customers lined up at his tavern, but there was no one to cook the food, stoke the fires, or pour beers. He passed the blacksmith's house, the kiln cold as death.

He pounded on the woman's door. He shouted and raved in the street. Even when the neighbors poked their heads out to complain of him, he would not quit. He banged his fist on the door.

All the windows of the hut were cold and dark. Not even a candle sputtered. The tavern keep yanked on the door handle. The door opened.

It did not occur to him that entering looked more suspicious than waiting and banging on the door. The door swung open like an invitation. How could he not go in? The tavern keep crossed the threshold.

Shadows were cast all around the hut. From what he could discern, the place was left in disarray. Furniture turned over, boxes and baskets emptied and then discarded, and bed sheets torn to shreds. He checked the fireplace. Cold as ice. Nobody's touched it in hours. The candles were much the same. He lit a lantern and checked the cellar. Nothing but cobwebs and unused wine racks from the previous owner. He scowled as he couldn't even pinch a bottle as there were none to steal.

He checked the small garden. Still no one to be seen. It seemed as though something very bad happened to the tavern wench he hired. He would not suspect that she sat beside a highwayman in a covered wagon they stole and raced off into the night.

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