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-Christmas Lights-

MHA Kinktober 2022 - Day 2

🎃🦇🍂Prompt - Rape/Noncon🍂🦇🎃

You’re tired of synthetic trees, you want a real one this year and jump through hoops to get your hands on one. It’s beautiful, lush, and perfect in every way. Unluckily for you, the feeling is reciprocated.

Reader x Izuku

Tags: 18+ Content / Monterfucking / Explicit Sexual Content / Explicit Non-con

-Reader Instert - Race Ambiguous Reader - They/Them Reader - DFAB and DMAB Smut Variants -

The sharp, earthy smell of the old pine tree was heavy in your nostrils and a welcome tone setter as you adorned its prickly branches with bright lights and colorful baubles. It had taken so much to get it here - you’d been put on a waitlist for weeks and were only given a short amount of time to try and find the perfect tree amongst hundreds - but it had all been worth it. The struggle was behind you, and for your effort you were given a whole month to bask in the beauty of your real, actual Christmas tree.

It was nearly done now, you thought, as you stepped back to admire your handiwork. All that was left was the topper and the vision would be complete. Fetching the stepladder from the garage you climbed up and gently nestled the surprisingly heavy ornament on the highest branch, taking a few moments to adjust it to your liking.

As you positioned and re-positioned the trinket you felt yourself leaning slightly into the tree, not enough to knock it over but just enough to feel the prickly pines press into your skin through your shirt. It wasn’t comfortable but you’d be able to stand it for another few minutes, you really wanted to get this ornament perfect.

Just as you get it sitting how you like you feel something thin and uncomfortably bristly slip around your waist from either side and down your back. You jolt in shock, nearly collapsing into the tree and knocking it over. You manage to regain your balance and pull back, but when you look down there’s nothing wrapped around you and the tree appears unchanged.

You pondered this for a moment, confused, but ultimately decided you must be tired. A barely stifled yawn backs up this conclusion, it had been a really long day after all. You dismissed it and climbed down the ladder to look the tree over once more.

Its soft glittering lights illuminate the tree in a warm and welcoming glow. It’s gorgeous, perfectly decorated, and everything you could have ever dreamed a Christmas tree might be. Your heart swells with pride as you gather up the unused decorations and put them away, beaming every time your eye catches the light of your tree.

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You love your tree, of course you do, but at this point it would be stupid to not admit there was something strange about it. At first you thought it was just you getting used to the fact that your Christmas tree was no longer the synthetic mockery you kept in the attic but in fact a real, living thing…but no, that wasn’t it. As the days wore on you had to admit to yourself that the tree seemed much more…alive…than it should be.

You didn’t think it was a bad thing, shouldn’t a living thing feel like it’s a living thing? Shouldn’t it have some sort of detectable presence? Maybe, but you couldn’t shake the feeling of not just being watched when you were in the room with it, but of being observed. Like you were an animal for study or a particularly interesting movie that must be thought about in the minutest detail to be truly appreciated.

It didn’t seem to wilt, that tree. You’d been told that real trees need a certain level of upkeep maintained to last through the season properly, and you’d done your best to do so! But the tree never seemed especially dry whenever you went to wet it down, in fact it looked to be flourishing more now than it had been when you first picked it up.

Which was great, it meant you didn’t have to stand around the tree for too long. You’d taken to admiring it from a distance, since whenever you got too close the branches seemed to tremble as though restraining themselves. Multiple times you’d fallen into the tree and struggled to get back out, impossibly, it seemed as though the tree was trying with all its might to pull you deeper into it. You had to re-do the decorations every time this happened, but made it a point to place baubles at arms length.

It happened one week till Christmas, when you were passing by the tree on your way up to bed. In your lethargy you’d misjudged the distance between you and the plant, and had gotten close enough for your hand to graze the needles.

In an instant two of the thicker branches shot forth from the depths of the tree, grabbing you by the shoulders and yanking you bodily back into the mass of the tree. You gasped as your back hit a mass of prickly needles that shifted and morphed to your body, attempting to swallow you whole.

You thrashed and screamed, fighting against the endless barrage of branches that wrapped themselves around every part of your body. Your feet are lifted from the floor and you’re consumed by the plant, your living room disappearing behind a wall of green as you're pulled impossibly deeper into the mass of this tree.

You grasp futilely at the branches wrapping around you, only making them tighter as you fight for freedom. You kick and punch and thrash with all your might but it’s useless. Eventually your back hits a solid wall of pine and your limbs are bound completely to the ‘floor’ of this place, branches holding you spread eagle and even covering your mouth to muffle your screams.

You struggle against your bindings, desperately trying to free yourself from this fucked up pine-scented prison. The mass of pine needles before you parts and a figure rises out of the greenery. He’s tall and muscular and, wildly, completely nude. His arms up to the elbow and legs up to the knee are covered in some strange bark-like texture, making his limbs seem like they’re partly made of wood. His face was youthful and soft and covered in a smattering of freckles. His messy hair was so dark that without the twinkling lights illuminating him you’d have missed it was dark green - the same as the pine needles - and not black.

His large green eyes sparkled under the lights and widened impossibly further as he laid them upon you, approaching you with such blatant reverence and awe that it made you intensely uncomfortable. You’ve not been gazed at like this before, as though you were the sun to a man who lived his life in the dark.

He touched your face gently, cupping your cheeks and cradling your head as though he was afraid you might break. His nudity made you blush, and you didn’t miss how his cock twitched and began to harden as he stroked his knuckles across your cheeks. You started to feel nervous about being spread open and bound in the presence of such intense arousal.

“Hello darling,’ He cooed gently, the intensity of his gaze made you want to squirm, “I’ve been trying to get you in here for a while now. You’re pretty strong for a human you know?”

So something had been trying to get you in here, and the feeling of being watched while in the room with the tree wasn’t your mind playing tricks on you either. At least now you can rest assured that you’re not crazy, though this revelation wouldn’t do you much good here anyways.

“I could have tried harder, of course,” he cooed as he ran his hands down your neck and pressed his body to yours. The branches around your groin parted just enough to let him slide his half-hard cock along your crotch, pearly precome leaking onto your pajama pants.

“I could have tried harder, but I couldn’t live with myself if I hurt you,” he said, pressing an impish kiss to your nose, “at least, if I hurt you in a way different from how I’m about to.”

Your blood ran cold at that statement and you didn’t have to wait long to figure out what he meant. The branches around your face parted just enough to free your mouth, allowing you to gasp for breath. This choice turned out to be a mistake as the man instantly pressed his mouth to yours, slipping his tongue past yours and coating the inside of your mouth with a sticky, sap-like substance. It tasted sweet, like honey, and flooded your mouth so completely that it began to dribble down your chin and onto your chest.

DFAB VARIANT

Two branches slipped into the top of your pajama bottoms and yanked them and your underwear down in one fell swoop, exposing you completely to the man in front of you. You panicked as you felt him press closer to you, leaking head of his cock positioned against your cunt coating your pussy lips in thick precome.

Your thrashing did little to help you as he pushed and breached your entrance, his cock was covered in some thick substance that made it easier to force himself inside you, but not enough to overcome the burn of being made to stretch and accommodate his girth.

You screamed into his mouth and tried to yank your head away but the branches surrounding your face kept you facing forward. You could barely move your limbs and even your cries for help were silenced when the man's tongue extended to an impossible length and thrust itself down your throat. You gag and choke around the appendage, the thick honey-like substance funneling down your throat and pooling in your stomach.

He groaned into your mouth as he bottomed out inside you, rolling his hips and savoring the visceral pleasure he took in your distraught. He was very aware you could do nothing but lay back and let him use your body to chase his orgasm.

Though, chase would be generous, as he seemed to be determined to make your coupling last as long as possible. His thrusts were languid and slow, he wanted to feel every inch of you, and for you to feel every inch of him as he violated your body to his heart's content.

You suffered through every slow drag and sensual roll, forced to remain open and prone as he used your cunt for his own gratification. Torturously he was a fan of edging himself, getting himself close to the brink of orgasm only to stop just before climaxing and starting over again after a moment’s reprieve.

After what felt like hours you felt his hips start to stutter again, as they had every time he got close before. This time was different, instead of keeping pace he sped up, slipping his hands under the branches to grip your hips as he slammed into you. You swallowed his guttural groan as he jolted and stilled inside you, molten hotel liquid coating your insides so completely that it began spilling out and running down your thighs.

He shuddered and slumped against you, pulling his tongue from your throat but not removing his cock. You coughed and spluttered, amber liquid dripping down your chin as you gasped for air.

He pulled away and looked down at you with such adoration you felt sick. The branches around your head covered your mouth once again as he pressed another impish kiss to your nose.

“My name is Izuku, by the way,” he cooes, rolling his hips again and causing more cum to leak out of you, “it’s only right you know it since you’ll be staying with me for good now.”

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It was times like these you were glad you had a key to your kids home. They’d given you a copy last year around this time so you could let yourself in whenever you came to visit. You were sure you wouldn’t need it, but after half an hour of standing outside their front door in the cold you figured it was time to put it to use.

You entered through the front door, kicking off your shoes as you crossed the threshold. You locked the door behind you and gazed around the room, setting the basket laden with presents on the floor. Your child wasn’t in the living room, so you figured they must be in the bathroom and would greet you momentarily.

You removed your coat and got comfortable, turning on lights as you moved into the living room and sat down on one of the couches. It was eerily silent in here, as if there hadn’t been any life in this home for a while.

Another thing that struck you as odd was the lack of a tree present in the room. Your kid had been so excited when they told you they’d be getting a real one this year, and yet there was no tree. There was even a space for a tree right next to the couch you sat on, but the corner of the room was completely bare, save for a handful of pine needles scattered on the floor.

DMAB VARIANT

Two branches slipped into the top of your pajama bottoms and yanked them and your underwear down in one fell swoop, exposing you completely to the man in front of you. You panicked as you felt him press closer to you, leaking head of his cock pressing between your cheeks and coating your rim in thick precome.

You suffered through every slow drag and sensual roll, forced to remain open and prone as he used your hole for his own gratification. Torturously he was a fan of edging himself, getting himself close to the brink of orgasm only to stop just before climaxing and starting over again after a moment’s reprieve.

He shuddered and slumped against you, pulling his tongue from your throat but not removing his cock. You coughed and spluttered, amber liquid dripping down your chin as you gasped for air.

He pulled away and looked down at you with such adoration you felt sick. The branches around your head covered your mouth once again as he pressed another impish kiss to your nose.

“My name is Izuku, by the way,” he cooes, rolling his hips again and causing more cum to leak out of you, “it’s only right you know it since you’ll be staying with me for good now.”

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cupidcreates · 2 years

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-Basement Bird-

MHA Kinktober 2022 - Day 1

🎃🦇🍂Prompt - Captive🍂🦇🎃

The National Hybrid Conservation Service has classified all Half-Human hybrids as endangered. Interference with them or their natural habitats is an automatic life sentence with no possibility of parole. This law is the only thing keeping you from showing off your captive

Reader x Keigo

Tags: 18+ Content / Monsterfucking / Implied Murder / Gore Mention / Consumption of a Body / Explicit Sexual Content

- Reader Insert - Race Ambiguous Reader - They/Them Reader - DFAB and DMAB Smut Variants -

You quickly unlock your front door, slip inside, and close it behind you with an ominous snap. You’re quick to latch it slightly and the resounding click echoes through the empty halls of your home. Only once inside do you allow yourself to relax and slump against the thick wooden surface, the last duffel bag slipping off your tired shoulder and falling to the floor with a wet thump.

You know you can’t let the bag sit there for too long - not unless you want to add bleaching blood out of your floorboards to your to-do list - but you know you deserve just a moment of reprieve after the night you’ve had.

The heaviest bags have already been secured and moved to the basement bathroom, where they can leak in relative peace. After a year and a half of doing this you know you’ve got a few minutes before his excitement overcomes his patience. He’ll be wanting his dinner soon, if the low rumbling rising from beneath the floor was anything to go by, and the sooner you get it to him the sooner the evidence of tonight can be properly disposed of.

Shouldering the bag you quickly make your way to the basement stairs, not bothering to turn on the lights as you move through the house. You know your house well enough to maneuver around the furniture, and it’s not like you’ll be coming back upstairs tonight anyways.

You unlock the heavy padlock on the basement door, press your keycard to the reader, and type the 13 digit passcode into the keypad. The door swings open and you descend the basement stairs without bothering to close it, if anyone was able to get into your house and down the stairs, they had little chance of making it back out.

As you approach the second door at the foot of the stairs you can’t help but grow frustrated, not only at your nosy (former) co-worker but also at the inevitable lie you’ll have to weave into your already tangled web of deceit. Monoma didn’t make a habit of consistency in the workplace, so at the very least you’ve got about a week to come up with an alibi to cover your ass.

It was unlikely you’d be implicated in his disappearance, his litigious ex-wife would be the primary suspect, but it’s too much to ask that the camera’s didn’t catch you leaving work together and driving off in the same direction. After all, that was how Monoma came to suspect you of foul play in the first place, the nosy cockhead.

It was a problem for another day, you decided as you drew level with the second door. It was just as heavy as the first but lacked any sort of locking system, more of an obligatory thing than an actual precaution. Pushing it open you’re hit with the musty stench of old blood and wet fabric, making you recoil. Regardless of how long you’ve been doing this, the smell of the basement always curdles your blood.

The room was completely dark, save for the small sliver of light leaking out from the ever so slightly ajar door to the bathroom, and the dull glow of the tv you left turned on in the far corner. You always had the channel set to some wildlife station, it was the only one that kept him from getting restless.

Soft rustling noises and a low purring rose from the darkness, though you couldn’t see him you knew he was watching you intently. You moved slowly but with confidence to the center of the room, towards the pull chain dangling from the ceiling illuminated just enough to be visible. Giving it one gentle tug you click on the light and the room is flooded with an off-white light from the singular light bulb.

The room is as bland as one might expect from a basement, every surface is concrete and the decor, if it could even be called that, is sparse. There’s the aforementioned television with an old and stained couch sat before it, an old dresser with uneven legs, and a king-sized bed who’s frame and mattress were both covered in gouges. Flung halfway off the bed was a duvet and atop said duvet lay the head of a stuffed moose, its body not immediately visible.

Turning around you find Keigo just as you’d expected to find him, sitting just outside the bathroom door watching you with over-bright golden eyes. The hypnotic gaze steals the breath from your lungs, and as you draw near you reach your hand out to him. He places his face in your palm, soft cheek brushing your fingers as a deep rumbling purr reverberates from his chest.

You run your other hand through his windswept blonde hair, carding through the soft locks and massaging his scalp. His eyes roll up into the back of his head as he relaxes into your touch.

He’s just as beautiful now as he was the day you met him, black and gold markings adorning his handsome face around his eyes, cheeks, forehead, and jaw. You admired how his lithe and muscular human form transitioned smoothly into the digitigrade legs of a feathered beast.

If you had to liken him to a mythological creature, a harpy would be the first that came to mind. The feathers along his legs, wings, and cat-like tail were bright red and fluttered as you continued to stroke his face. His hands came up to grip your wrists, long black talons digging into your flesh just slightly and making you wince.

His grip was strong, and you admired the dark flesh of his forearms as he flexed them. The skin there was just as black as his nails, as if he had dipped them halfway up in ink and then let the dark liquid run down to his elbow. The darkness was only broken up by gold markings that glittered in the soft light.

His patience finally lost to his excitement and he removed his face from your hands, turning to slip through the bathroom door with a grace unexpected of a beast so large. You took a moment to mourn the loss of his soft hair under your fingers before following him into the small room.

His wings fill the room so you have to maneuver carefully so as not to trod on them as you make your way to the bathtub. He’s sniffing curiously at the duffel bags you left there, the smell of fresh blood making him trill excitedly. He reaches in and lifts a bag experimentally, as if weighing it’s worth before making a decision. Keigo has a kind of power about him, not just physically but in presence as well; you can’t help but feel small in every way when you’re around him.

As you lay the final bag down in the bathtub you recall your first meeting, when he decided you’d be more useful to him as a mate rather than as dinner. He’d picked you up so easily, as if you weighed nothing, and pinned you to the forest floor even easier. His wings and legs kept your limbs from breaking free as he’d used his clawed hands to reach under your shirt and-

A sudden ripping noise snaps you back to reality. Keigo has gotten impatient with your daydreaming and has begun shredding the heaviest duffel bag, his razor sharp claws ripping through the fabric with ease. Through the hole in the material a torso dressed in a blood soaked white polo is visible, the red liquid bursts forth and spills over Keigo’s forearms and hands.

“Hey, hey now,” you say as you lay your hands on his shoulders and gently push him back from the edge of the tub, “Don’t ruin all my bags, we might need them again. Let me get it open for you.”

You begin unzipping the bags as Keigo licks at the blood covering his hands and arms. Dismembered body parts tumble out and paint the bottom of the basin red. Two arms and a head from one bag, a pair of legs cut into segments from another, and Monoma’s entire torso and hip bone in the last. Once empty you move the blood soaked bags to the end of the bathtub and perch yourself on the edge, letting Keigo have full access to the gore.

Keigo leans over the edge and examines the body, now reunited with itself, and dithers. Spoiled for choice he appears to have a hard time deciding where to start, but you know he’ll begin with an arm like he always does. Sure enough after a moment or two he picks up the predicted appendage, sniffs it, and sinks his razor sharp teeth into the pale flesh. He rips a chunk of meat off and chews slowly, deep rumbling purrs reverberating from his chest again.

You watched him quickly dispose of the arm, consuming the meat entirely in just a matter of minutes. The bones of the hand and arm are dropped back into the tub - the fingers having been swallowed whole - and the second arm is retrieved. He sits back on his haunches and eats contentedly, at this rate it wouldn’t take more than half an hour or so for the meat and intestines to be devoured. A few days more and the bones will be gnawed on so completely they’ll be reduced to dust, as had been the case every other time.

It was only once Keigo ripped the flesh from Monoma’s face that you decided to let him eat in peace. You’d seen him do it before and every time it got less shocking, but that didn’t mean you enjoyed seeing a face get decimated piece by piece.

You made yourself comfortable on the couch, letting the wildlife program play without really taking any of it in. Something or another about African Wild Dogs, it didn’t matter really, you knew what you were waiting for.

Only when that program ended and a new one about rain-forest animals started did you feel a feather gently caress your face. Looking over you spotted Keigo lazing belly-up on the bed, gazing at you with a soft contented look on his face. His belly had distended from the amount of food he ate and his claws and face were still caked in dried blood. The upside to all of this was that you wouldn’t have to let Keigo out to hunt for a few days, Monoma was large enough to sustain him for about 48 hours.

You rose from the couch and approached him, unable to keep your pace steady as excitement began to thrum through your veins. You kneel in front of the bed and pull a small box out from under it, moving the body of the stuffed moose you find the packet of wet wipes stored within. You clean the blood from Keigo’s mouth and chin, careful not to rub too vigorously, and wipe his hands and arms clean. Keigo rumbles contentedly as you wash him, snuffling when you determine his sufficient and give him a kiss on the cheek.

You shove the box back under the bed and lift yourself up onto the mattress, pushing the duvet out of the way and facing Keigo. He pulls himself into a sitting position and nuzzles your neck, licking a long strip up your skin and causing goosebumps to erupt from your flesh. His hands come up to grip your arms with a practiced gentleness and he guides you to him, moving back to lay against the pillows and pull you on top of him. His mouth never leaves your neck and you can feel his sharp jagged teeth graze you.

DFAB VARIANT

You shudder as you straddle him, you can feel his cock hardening underneath you and feel the molten hot flame of arousal erupt in the pit of your stomach. You pull away just enough to remove his mouth from your neck and press your lips to his, groaning as his tongue immediately slips between your lips to tangle itself around your own. The pressure in your groin is too much and you grind it against him to try and relieve some of it. He matches your motion and thrusts up into you, fully erect cock smearing precome onto your shirt and leaking onto his taut stomach.

You’ve done this so many times that by now it’s routine. It’s not long before you’re stripped of your top and pants; You know you don’t have to take the top off, but doing so frequently saves it from being shredded in the ensuing frenzied fucking, and you only have so many shirts.

Keigo whines and humps up into you, cock now sliding along your weeping cunt. He’s clearly pent up and you feel a momentary twinge of guilt for keeping him held captive down here. It can’t be fun for him to only be allowed to hunt once a week or so, but you also know if he was truly unhappy he could have killed you and escaped long ago.

As you press the head of his cock to your cunt and lower yourself onto him, you think you may know why he hasn’t tried to leave yet.

Keigo throws his head back and groans, arching up to bury himself as deeply in you as possible. He speaks words of lust in a deep, guttural, and rudimentary language that you don’t understand. You’ve tried to communicate with him before, of course you have, but your attempts never seem to get you anywhere. Especially since Keigo can’t be in your presence for too long without succumbing to the need to breed you within an inch of your life.

You grind your hips in a circle, letting yourself adjust to the feeling of being so full, before rising up slowly and falling back down. He shudders and whines and meets you thrust for thrust, hands moving to grip your hips and guide you down.

You balance yourself with one hand on his abdomen and use your other to rub circles around your clit, shocks of pleasure shoot up your spine as you grind your fingers around the puffy nub and Keigo’s cockhead hits your g-spot.

You feel your pace stuttering as your orgasm builds, so focused on your own pleasure you don’t notice Keigo’s tail slipping around your waist until it’s tightened around you. You feel yourself being lifted up and nearly off Keigo’s cock as he re-adjusts his position and slams you back down onto him. He’s left your one arm free to touch yourself but you’re now completely at his mercy as he fucks himself into you.

You feel his legs shuddering under you and know he’s just as close as you are. You roll your hips best you can and tense up just as he moans and stills, spilling inside of you. The hot cum flooding your insides sends you over the edge and your body shakes as your orgasm washes over you, wave after wave of pleasure crashing against you and leaving you weak.

You relax and slump forward as his tail unwinds and allows you to lay on his chest, panting and recovering from aftershocks. He wraps his arms around you and kisses the top of your head, wings rising up to envelop the pair of you in a bright red feathered cocoon. Rumbling purrs emit once again from his chest, as he runs his claws up and down your back. It’s not hard enough to break skin, but it will certainly leave marks.

You might have him held captive here, but he’s got you equally as ensnared.

DMAB VARIANT

You’ve done this so many times that by now it’s routine. It’s not long before you’re stripped of your top and pants and properly lubed; You know you don’t have to take the top off, but doing so frequently saves it from being shredded in the ensuing frenzied fucking, and you only have so many shirts.

Keigo whines and humps up into you, cock now sliding along yours. He’s clearly pent up and you feel a momentary twinge of guilt for keeping him held captive down here. It can’t be fun for him to only be allowed to hunt once a week or so, but you also know if he was truly unhappy he could have killed you and escaped long ago.

As you press the head of his cock to your hole and lower yourself onto him, you think you may know why he hasn’t tried to leave yet.

You balance yourself with one hand on his abdomen and use your other to stroke your cock, shocks of pleasure shoot up your spine as you thrust up into your fist and Keigo’s cockhead hits your prostate.

You feel his legs shuddering under you and know he’s just as close as you are. You roll your hips best you can and tense up just as he moans and stills, spilling inside of you. The hot cum flooding your insides sends you over the edge and your body shakes as you paint his stomach white, wave after wave of pleasure crashing against you and leaving you weak.

You might have him held captive here, but he’s got you equally as ensnared.

Tags!

#mha x reader #bnha x reader #keigo takami x reader #mha kinktober #bnha kinktober #kinktober 2022

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cupidcreates · 2 years

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Hey

I’m shutting down the ask box for this blog, answering them clutters up not only the blog but also my brain. Any and all asks or requests can be submitted over on my ask blog:

https://cupidasks.tumblr.com/

I will be deleting most old asks to clear up my blog, if you’ve got anything you’d like to ask feel free to send it on over on that page.

Writing requests (still closed rn) can be submitted on that blog and will be answered through reblog on this blog.

Also expect shitposts over there. I felt bad cluttering up my writing blog with nonsense so I never did it but I absolutely will dump bullshit on that blog.

#cupidrambles #updates #cupidasks

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cupidcreates · 2 years

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Oh my gosh thank you??? This is so exciting! I never thought I’d get this many followers when I started this blog 💜 y’all are the best

Cheers for the years ahead sluts!

#cupidrambles #I love you always 💜

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hiii cupid! question for you: if you had to give the chaos plus chat crew popular au jobs, who would go where? like character A in a coffee shop, B in a tattoo parlour, etc. their dynamic is one of my faves that you’ve created, hope your muse hits to write for them again one day 💜

Great Question! I haven't thought much about them recently but I might do something small for this group in future. They are very cute <3

For the jobs though:

Reader - Generic Office Job

I think I would like to keep the reader’s job pretty generic for the most part. Even if you’ve not worked an office job there’s a fuckton of shows that depict office jobs in various degrees of realism so you would at least of some reference to what they’re like.

Plus the office is a great place for shenanigans I think so if nothing else it’s a good place for some kind of plot point or funny happenstance.

Izuku - Barista

Deku’s got such a nice smile and a friendly demeanor he’d be perfect for a barista job. I could see him being knowledgeable about coffee but not a snob so he’ll draw in all sorts of customers.

I also think he’d be good a de-escalation, a necessary skill for a job that attracts so many confrontational personalities. Plus he’d be adorable in the little barista apron I think.

Todoroki - Library/Bookstore

Feel like Todoroki would prefer the quiet environment of a bookstore or library. It’s a job he can do with minimal issue most days and I think he’d covet something like that. He’s got such a hectic life it’d be nice for him to go somewhere to just chill for a few hours, so if he can do that AND make money it’s a win-win.

Not only this but I think Todoroki would enjoy people-watching. This is a reasonably safe environment so if he was caught staring at any point he could just play it off as wanting to help the customer. Todoroki gives me very “I love reading” vibes as well. Discount books!

Bakugou - Bartender

Like a Barista but cooler. I could definitely see Bakugou being a no-nonsense bartender who does his job and does it fucking well. No one would really mind his attitude because they know he’ll fix them up something that’ll get them wasted before they’re even halfway through it.

This also blends pretty well with the popular trope of making Bakugou a chef or cook of some sort. We got one episode of him cutting food and some throwaway lines about proper vegetable preparation and we all latched onto the idea that he’d be great in the kitchen lol. I like the image of a heavily tattooed, heavily scarred Bartender Bakugou.

Shinsou - Record Shop

One of them real old and dusty ones. The ones that you’re sure are one bad week away from going under but never seem to disappear. Nestled in a brick building between two large chains it’s a real blink and you’ll miss it situation.

Shinsou would love working there because of the low foot traffic and early closing hours lol. But I could also see him having a passion for old and outdated video/music mediums. A sort of fascination with tech that’s been left behind and a love for musical history.

Kirishima - Flower Shop

Nothing like a big ass himbo working at a cutesy flower shop. I think Kiri would look great surrounded by pastel decorations and bright flora. Could liken his smile to the sun that gives the plants life because we all know he’s the goodest of good boys.

Kirishima would love working at a flowershop too I think, it’s manly to be responsible for the life of another being! He also doesn’t mind the discounts he gets on flowers. They help his apartment smell nice and floral instead of stinking like sweat and workout equipment.

#answered

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cupidcreates · 2 years

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Chapter 362 Spoilers below the cut

Listen that dumb bitch can be dead in canon all he wants, it’s not gonna save him from me.

But fr if he does actually die I’m just gonna carry on with my business. The council has made a stupid decision and I’ve elected to ignore it.

#rip in piss #but you’re stuck here regardless #welcome to purgatory #you’re never escaping #mha spoilers #mha 362 #cupidrambles

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cupidcreates · 2 years

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I Fuckin

got home after work today only to be greeted with a bunch of new followers and likes omg what the fuck hi.

I feel like since I’ve got so many new people following me for like, I should make something clear: You’re not welcome on this blog if you can’t be chill.

Just had to block a new follower because they were re-blogging a mutual who was threatening to kill someone over a character? Absolutely unacceptable behavior my broski’s that shit is uncalled for 100% of the time.

I’m not saying you have to like all characters all the time always or whatever but you can’t be talking to people like that and still be following me.

This blog does not engage with discourse and does not tolerate harassment of any kind, if I find that you partake in that behavior you’re getting blocked immediately. That type of shit is disgusting and makes you human garbage ^^

Conversely you’re welcome here regardless of what character is your fav, I’m not gonna rip you to shreds over liking Endeavor or whoever cause I honestly couldn’t give a fuck less baby.

This is literally a blog about monsterfucking and yandere shit no one here who likes that has any room to judge anyone else. Don’t throw stones, your house isn’t even glass it’s paper.

TLDR: Be chill and cool to other people or get outta my shop <3

#cupidrambles #don't be one of those people who makes a fool of themselves over some anime boy my broskis #because bitch #that shit is so embarrassing

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cupidcreates · 2 years

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Little Box of Bells

Yandere MHA Ficlet

Ft: Izuku Midoriya, Shoto Todoroki, Katsuki Bakugou, Rody Soul, Eijirou Kirishima, Hitoshi Shinsou, Denki Kaminari, Tamaki Amajiki, Keigo Takami, Neito Monoma, Tomura Shigaraki, Touya Todoroki, Shirakumo Oboro, Shota Aizawa

✨💖🌸🌟Adult Content / Minors DNI🌟🌸💖✨

On your way home from work you stumble across a damp cardboard box with the label FOR PICKUP, DESTROY written in big red letters on the front. Overcome with curiosity you open it to find it full of handbells of various shapes, sizes, and metal compositions. You can’t figure out why someone would want these destroyed, but whoever was meant to do so will undoubtedly be here soon. It’d be a shame to see them all go to waste, surely they won’t miss just one bell…

TW: Yandere, Stalking, Kidnapping, Noncon/Dubcon, Violence, Blood, Gore, *More to be Added*

Chapter One: An Interesting Find

Work had killed the optimistic spirit you’d started the day with, as it so often did. Your hopes of getting off early were dashed almost as soon as you walked in the door and caught sight of everything you needed to get done that day. You knew you’d be stuck walking home at night, too exhausted to do anything but heat up some leftovers and crash for the night.

‘Must be a day that ends in y,’ You thought bitterly to yourself.

As predicted you ended up missing the last bus and had to walk home, construction on your regular route forcing you to take the long way around. You were confident in the safety of your neighborhood so you weren’t too worried about being jumped, whether or not your body would hold up long enough for you to even get home was your main concern.

The silver lining to the late night walk was that the rain had finally let up. It’d been storming nearly all day, rain lashing the windows your small cubicle was pressed up against. More than once you found your concentration slipping from your tasks and latching onto the storm outside. If you focused hard enough you thought you could make out shapes dancing through the violent downpour. Sometimes the shapes even made sense.

It was a relief to nearly be home, and as you rounded the corner onto your street something small caught your attention out of the side of your eye. A small cardboard box, dampened and misshapen by the rain. Drawing closer to it you were able to make out the words scrawled in big red messy marker on the side:

FOR PICKUP, DESTROY.

Curiosity overcame you and against your better judgment you bent down to examine the parcel. It was surprisingly sturdy for having been out in the rain for what you assumed was awhile. It smelt musty, like wet dog and old paper mache and was just as damp to the touch as you would have expected. You pulled the four flaps of the box away and peered inside.

You weren’t sure what you were expecting the box to contain, but a cluster of handbells of various shapes and sizes was certainly not it. Baffled you reached down and lifted a bell to your face, examining it closely before picking up another and doing the same. Not only were they different shapes and sizes, they all had different patterns engraved on them and seemed to be made of different metals.

You pulled the bells out of the box one by one and set them down on the sidewalk in front of you, examining them in reference to one another. There were fourteen bells in total, each with a differently colored ribbon attached where the bell met the handle. In addition to this, each bell had a small paper identification card attached to its base as well. Curiously, none of the cards seemed to be wet.

You picked up a bell at random and looked it over. It was a heavy iron handbell, with jagged pink lines engraved deep into the rough metal. It seemed to glow slightly, and was not the only one to do so. It pulsed with an inexplicable bright green energy whose temperature you could not discern. The bow was dark green and the label attached read: The Stalker.

The second was a brass handbell with large black X's scorched into the metal. The bell itself was slightly hot to the touch and adorned at the bottom with a small orange zig zag pattern. The bow was similarly orange and the label read: The Tyrannical.

You caught on to the naming convention as you moved on to the third bell. It was made of a beautiful and solid silver but had been crudely splashed with paint, white on the left side and bright red on the right. Strangely, each side was different in temperature but the bell didn’t seem to have any way to make the metal react this way. There were no engravings on this bell. The bow was similar in color, half red and half white and the label read: The Voyeur.

The fourth bell was heaviest of all, a rough and jagged hunk of bronze that could hardly even be categorized as an instrument anymore. It jutted out and divided at odd, random angles, almost as if it were trying to mimic a mound of harsh weather-worn boulders. Though battered it didn’t seem any weaker for it, in fact the metal of this bell was the thickest out of all of them. The bow was bright red, save for the ends that ombre-ed to black. The label attached read: The Enduring.

The fifth bell was bright and made of aluminum, it was engraved with a shock of bright yellow electricity that arched across the entire surface of the instrument. It vibrated with energy in your hand and you could hear a low buzzing and crackling noise when you brought it close to your ear. The bow was yellow with a black lightning bolt sewn into it, and the label read: The Volatile.

You picked up the five handbells and placed them gently back into the box before moving on to the sixth bell. It was a metal of the deepest blue you’d ever seen, and a cursory google search told you the closest metal to this description was Niobium. It was smooth to the touch and lacked any adornments. It held a type of regal energy, as though carving anything into it was a crime too great to even consider. The deep purple bow was similarly soft and the label attached read: The Compelling.

The seventh bell was a deep gray color, you mistook it for silver at first but checking google again told you it was more than likely a metal called tantalum. It was the most normal looking of the lot, save for a small pink bird engraved near the handle. The bow itself was gray and the label read: The Sly.

The eighth was another aluminum bell, similarly light but with nothing engraved in it. You went to place it down when you noticed something strange. Where before its surface was smooth and featureless, the metal began to warp as soon as you touched another bell, the image of the second instrument appearing seemingly from nowhere. It did this with each bell you lifted in turn and even changed to mimic the pattern on your phone case when you went to record a video. The bow was black with sky blue dots and the label, appropriately, read: The Mimic.

The ninth was a titanium bell, a fact you could tell immediately upon seeing the light reflected off its metal surface. Its deep blue bounced vibrant shades of red, purple, yellow, and green off it, colors dancing and mixing on its face as you gently rolled it in the palm of your hand. The deep indigo bow was situated nicely over its small label, which read: The Metamorphosing.

The tenth bell was the second bronze one of the bunch, where the first had been heavy and jagged, this one was light and smooth. Its metal was polished and it looked surprisingly well maintained. It had bright red feathers engraved in a pattern at the bottom that looked as though they’d recently received a new coat of paint. The bow was an equally bright shade of red and the label just beneath it read: The Swift.

Picking up the second five handbells you gingerly placed them back into the box before moving on to the eleventh bell. It was the second silver one, or at least you assumed it was. It was burnt nearly beyond recognition and you weren’t positive it could even ring anymore. This one seemed to have words engraved on it, a proper cleaning might make them legible. The bow was bright blue and the label attached read: The Vengeful.

The twelfth bell was again, iron. It was equally as heavy as the first but not nearly as smooth, in fact its surface was gritty and as you lifted it up a chunk broke off the bottom. It was dust before it reached the ground. This bell was obviously on its last legs and there was no way it was functional anymore. You read the label anyway, placed neatly underneath the snow-white bow it read: The Decaying.

The second to last bell was the beautiful blue metal niobium, again with no engravings. It was nearly identical to the first, save for the bow. Interestingly, this was the only bell that didn’t come with a carefully tied ribbon, instead it had a thin piece of white cloth haphazardly wrapped around the base of the handle. Bunched up and dirty it covered the small label that read: The Hunter.

The last bell you mistook to be the third silver instrument of the bunch. You were partly right, but in addition to the small label underneath the pale blue bow reading The Vaporous there was a second smaller label which read: Nickel-Silver. You assumed this to be its composition as it was a slightly darker gray color than the previous two. The lines dancing up and down its surface seemed meaningless at first, but upon closer inspection you could see they were trying to imitate thick cumulus clouds.

You placed the last four bells back into the box but paused just before you closed the parcel. It was such a strange thing you stumbled upon here today, not significant in a life-changing way but just interesting enough to recount to a friend or ponder over at night. Life was so monotonous these days, it was nice to have something to shake up the repetitive cycle of work and sleep.

You gazed back down into the box, where each bell sat unassuming and inconsequential. Whoever was meant to pick these up would surely not miss a single bell, would they? It would mean so much more to you as a souvenir of this strange little encounter you found yourself in, wouldn’t it? Surely it couldn’t hurt to just take one…

Who’s bell will you take home with you?

The Stalker

The Tyrant

The Voyeur

The Enduring

The Volatile

The Compelling

The Sly

The Mimic

The Metamorphosing

The Swift

The Vengeful