#shouta x reader

[tomurasmoleunderhislip]

😔😔😔

#aizawa #aizawa shouta #shouta #shouta aizawa #shouta aizawa x reader #aizawa x reader #shouta x reader #aizawa fluff #my hero acedamia #my addiction #i love him #more than myself

[imagination-mess]

Reality Show: Pro Heroes Wives (Aizawa Shota Edition)

Reference to Rika from Bakugou and Pro Hero from Kirishima and Midoriya

*mentions you have 3 children (Eri/Shinsou/your own with Aizawa)*

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There is a reality show where pro heroes' wives are on television and paid to be there. It is filled with juicy gossip and pure drama. There are few wives in this second season who were kept out of the spotlight which adds mystery and theories to be created about who they were married to. 

The same winners who were in the group that couldn’t be identified are back this season as a surprise challenge.  Unlike last season, it wasn’t told in the very  beginning of this reason already revealed which Pro Heroes Wives will be featured

There are only a few left remaining without being matched, which were mostly underground heroes who people don’t typically pay attention to. Half of the cast already knew each other because their spouses have interacted on more than one occasion and are disqualified from participating in the weekend challenge of the show for those spouses. The others who do not know have to identify them, but the others did not spill any things that would clue who their spouse was. 

This weekend's challenge was the ones who didn’t get their rating from the public are put to guess their opponent chosen by the directors of who their spouses are, people are having a hard time guessing at home as well. These wives have pictures of other pro heroes which confuses the public about who their spouses were. It was a friendly picture to professional pictures that had been taken. 

The two members, Rika, and Pro Hero [Blank] who were also voted off from the show by their peers had made their decision. They make this decision based on their friends and notes taken throughout the show. 

 It was you, they had to guess who your spouse is. The two ladies stood on the platform while you were sitting on the red couch seat with a wine glass in your hands. There was a screen behind you with a black box with an enormous question mark. You were confident they wouldn't be able to guess correctly. You have been on the hot seat a few times. You also know they wouldn't be able to because they have very little information about underground heroes, which you have been told by your husbands’ former students' wives. 

“We chose Pro Hero Mindjack,” Rika speaks into the microphone while the screen reveals the pro hero at the latest picture of the Hero Gala beside them. 

There was an immediate reaction from you which was coughing on your wine with eyes widened. Your facial expression shows how shocked you were. and the crowd who were within the circle of the pro hero were screaming “HOW” to cough on their drinks.

“Based on the comment you mentioned this week was that your husband's quirk involves a specific muscle in the body.” Pro Hero [Blank] adding an explanation. 

“What do you say to that? Miss [Former Last Name]?” The host asks for your input. 

“Mindjack is a very handsome man, but he is way too young for me. Here is a clue,  I am a mother of 3. I am confident my oldest son is having some sort of reaction to this but don’t expect a reaction on social media. You are not going to find it. Additionally, my oldest son is around his age.” 

Meanwhile, on social media, people were going crazy about the fact you looked younger than your age to be a mother of three. No one could find the children that related to you, because you never did post them on your social media including your spouse. It was a very professional account which disappointed some fans of the show. They aren’t able to figure out who your spouse is.

Proherofan34 tweeted: All I am hearing is that [Name] is milf. 

Uravityfan89 tweets: I need her skincare routine! *attaches its mighty need. * 

There are videos of you including from seasons 1 and 2 clips of you with the audio sound of Mommy, sorry to step on me. Other videos of being a collaboration of your top moments of being unbothered along with your greatest comebacks from season 1. You humbled certain younger women. There were old videos of you throwing a man twice your size out of a nightclub along with videos of being a momma bear to those who needed help at the nightclub circling the internet. 

There were multiple pictures of you and younger Shinsou with a few others such as Bakugou, and Kaminari at different metal musician group concerts that circled around the interest taken from the Pro Hero Chargebolt account.

The clue you had given to the cast and to the public had narrowed the options to two options the Pro Heroes who have 3 children had mentioned in interviews and such. 

Pro Hero Eraserhead, Pro Hero Hawks, and Pro Hero Gang Orca. 

Meanwhile, Eri is holding out her hand out at Hitoshi who was pulling out his wallet for the money. He has lost the bet. Eri is glued to the show and watching too intensely to the point that she is rambling about her theories with her brother and father. 

Shota is just staring at them silently in disbelief with the toddler sleeping on his lap. 

‘I am not gonna even ask.’

Pro Hero Deku Edition

Pro Hero Dynamight Edition

Pro Hero Shoto Edition

Pro Hero Red Riot Edition

Pro Hero Hellfire (Touya) Edition

Pro Hero Mindjack Edition

Reality Show: Unmasked Pro Heroes

#aizawa x reader #aizawa shota x reader #shota aizawa x reader #shota x reader #aizawa shouta x reader #shouta aizawa x reader #aizawa shota x y/n #shouta x you #shouta x reader #aizawa x female reader #shouta x fem!reader #mha x reader #bnha x reader #boku no hero academia x reader #my hero academia x reader

[dabisbratz]

do it again ; aizawa shouta x himbo!male reader

w.c: 0.8k

cw: mentions of creampie(s), large chest (pecs), teasing, anal, headlocks, fingerhooking, drool/spit, dumbification, veryyy minor dirty talk

a/n: i tried really hard to add a read more tab but whenever i do it deletes half the drabble ): i’m so sorry!

himbo!reader who takes pride in his appearance and makes sure to look good every day. Polar opposite to your boyfriend, Aizawa, who slaps on a routinely black on black attire and calls it a night. But he likes that about you, your handsome face always so soft and your lips always so plump and moisturized. Kissing you feels like heaven, and Jesus weeps when your soft lips are wrapped around Shouta’s cock, sloppy and clumsy and so, so messy. He wants to ruin you, until your perfect hair doesn’t look perfect anymore, until your lips are swollen and kissed raw, until you can’t stand on your feet.

himbo!reader who brightens up the room the second Aizawa walks in, a smile weaving across your face as you wave at your boyfriend despite being the only two accompanying the house. You sit under the kotatsu, crisscrossed and eager as Shouta places a kiss to your forehead, holding you in place with a big hand to your throat. You whine and cry when he pulls away, following his movement with your lips until you can feel him again.

himbo!reader who agrees with everything his ‘Sho’ says. He hands you a shirt much too small for you, holding it up in your hands is almost like holding junior clothing, but you put it on anyway because you can’t wait to see how happy it makes your Shouta. Plus, it looks a bit like compression-wear. And it does— it makes him so happy he can’t help but grope the pillowy skin of your pecs, your nipples hard and poking straight through the thin, silky fabric while you keen and your brain shuts off at the contact. You think it looks good, it compliments your body well, and onlooking strangers seem to think so too. Their gaze glued to your chest confuses you a bit, but there’s nothing wrong with admiration!

himbo!reader who doesn’t realize just how much of a pervert his boyfriend is. He watches your pecs bounce when you wiggle in excitement, his gaze lingers on your lips when you lick them to keep them moisturized, he claims to be keeping you on a steady path when he walks with his hand in your back pocket, but he’s really just squeezing the flesh of your ass so he can feel it can jiggle against his palm while you walk.

himbo!reader who’s eager to please. You let Shouta play with you whenever he wants, whether it’s fucking your used, sensitive hole in the middle of the night because your big chest squeezed so tight against his got him hard, or because he woke up that way. You lay on your tummy, ass exposed and propped up with a pillow as he presses his cock inside you, easily sliding right in while you moan at the sensitivity. He holds you open, watching the rim catch on his head and suck it back in, fluttering around him while you squirm with overstimulation. Sometimes he’ll fuck his cum back into you, “Y’gonna take it f’me? Let me use you when I need to release some stress, shit, gonna let me take it out on you? Good boy— good booy, keep my cock warm.”

himbo!reader who’s too dumb to do things for himself, he always needs his boyfriend's help. Your capable, of course, but a little floaty, your brain clouded with thick fog that only Shouta can get to. He helps you with cooking, he helps you setting up gym equipment because every time you try to read the directions you do so upside down, and he helps you cum, when your brain shuts off and all you can do is drool onto your chest and buck your hips up pathetically. As Shouta puts it, “You’re smarter when you think with your dick.”

himbo!reader who doesn’t mind his mean boyfriend, his boyfriend who teases him within minutes— almost makes him cum in his shorts three times while he whispers mean things in his ear about how much of a dumb cockslut he is. You can shake your head, ‘S’not true, Sho!’ but the second his hand is squeezing your body your pout is gone, your eyes glazed over and you can’t help but repeat everything he says back while he coos in approval.

himbo!reader who giggles when Aizawa manhandles him, his hands digging into his hips until he’s bent in different positions. Sometimes your legs are over your head— or just one. Sometimes your hips are raised in the air until your knees nearly hit the ground, Shouta’s tongue fucking into you while your toes curl and you sob. And, sometimes, Shouta fucks you in a headlock, hooking his fingers in your mouth so you can drool all over the place, your tongue rolled out of your mouth while your hips rock to and fro. You’re the perfect fucktoy, Sho’s personal onaho.

#₊˚⊹♡ 𝒻𝒶𝓃𝓉𝒶𝓈𝓎 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝓈 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒶 𝑔𝑜𝓁𝒹 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑒 #anime x male reader #mha x male reader #bnha smut #x male reader #x male smut #anime x reader #aizawa smut #shouta aizawa imagine #aizawa imagine #aizawa shota x y/n #aizawa x y/n #aizawa x reader #aizawa shota smut #aizawa x you #shota aizawa x reader #shouta x you #shouta x reader #shouta aizawa x reader #bnha x reader #bnha x m!reader smut #bnha x male reader #bnha x you #mha x y/n

[cynicalaltruist]

haii I love ur acc so far! I was wondering if I could request something w aizawa? i luv him lol ♥︎ how abt some daddy zawa,, do w that whatchu will !! >:3

Hi nonnie! Twirls my hair and giggles

♫ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐖’𝐒: (𝐏𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐃𝐎) 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐓, 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 , 𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊, 𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 “𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐄“, 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐓, 𝐅𝐄𝐌!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑, 𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐖𝐀, 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐁 ♫

He doesn’t really like you wearing clothes around the house—unless they’re his. He’s okay with that. It’s you in a full outfit, dressed like you’re going somewhere, that ticks him off. You hadn’t communicated any plans, which you know you’re supposed to do, yet here you are, dressed.

“Where are you off to?” He asks, voice even yet stern as you enter the living room. He’s sitting on the sofa, tucked against the arm, student papers scattered around. He sets the one he was grading aside to pay full attention to you.

Your face twists into a sweet, shy little expression, “Nowhere. I just got these new clothes recently and wanted to get your opinion. What’d’you think?” You twirled where you stood, and Shouta furrowed his brows at the outfit choice. It was definitely cute, but it was also tight. Too tight and too revealing for his tastes.

“It’s very nice,” He murmured, “But I wouldn’t have picked it out myself. When did you get this? Who did you get it with?”

You wilted slightly at his disapproval, and stepped closer to the couch. Your head bowed slightly, “I just went with my friends. It was about two weeks ago.”

Shouta hummed, “Your usual group of friends?” Disappointment soured his voice, and an embarrassed frown slid onto your face.

“Yeah,” you admitted. Shouta tsked.

“You know how I feel about them, sweetheart. They aren’t good influences for girls like you. They’ll ruin you,” Shouta finished with a hard look at you, though his eyes didn’t meet yours. Instead, they were locked onto your chest, where your low-cut top showed a little bit of cleavage.

Your breath hitched softly, and you stepped closer to Shouta, shyly entering his space. He welcomed you, spreading his knees to allow you to stand before him. Somehow, despite him looking up at you, all the power continued to lean in his favor.

“Daddy,” your voice was demure, “I can return them, if you want,” you dropped to a saccharine sweet murmur, “I kept the receipts and the tags, just in case.”

Shouta’s mouth slowly changed, adjusting from his sour scowl to an approving little smirk. He patted his lap, and you eagerly climbed on, wrapping your arms over his shoulders and cuddling close. He held you easily, and with a pleased little sigh, lowered his hand to palm at your ass. You gasped when he gently smacked it, before gripping it roughly in his palm.

“You’re so good,” he purred, “Such an obedient girl.”

You retracted away from him slightly, face burning hot, and he used his other hand to cradle your jaw. His eyes, tired but bright, locked onto yours.

“You can keep the clothes, but they stay at home, okay? I really do think they look nice.”

You nodded, heart thumping in your ears. Shouta continued, a gloating sort of look bleeding onto his face.

“Who do you belong to?” He murmured.

You shivered, “You, daddy.”

“Good girl.”

#𖤐 letter’s for lo 𖤐 #𖤐 anonymous 𖤐 #aizawa shouta x reader #shouta x reader #aizawa x reader #shouta aizawa smut #aizawa smut #aizawa x reader smut #yandere aizawa #yandere shouta aizawa #𖤐 lo’s lyrics 𖤐

[shoutaaizawas]

20. How long did you think you could hide that? with Shouta, please! I feel like you'd be one of the best writers for it. (:

↳ aizawa shouta x reader → ❝look at me❞

summary: you get locked in a building while it's under attack, the last person you expect to come to your rescue is your ex boyfriend. word count: 2.6k+  tags/warnings: january hurt/comfort event, light descriptions of head attack, injury, and blood a/n: thank you for your prompt! a late addition to the january event.

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Having an ex-boyfriend that was a hero was not the best thing. Picture it, you’re facing one of the scariest moments of your life. In dire need of help and then your ex shows up.

It’s really a nightmare scenario.

The day started normally, you just had to run one errand then you could spend the rest of your day relaxing. All you had to do was go to city hall to pick up some papers then you were free to do nothing.

You made it a point to get up early and head over there early so you could enjoy your day off. That was the wrong choice evidently and you were quickly punished for your attempt at being productive.

You were walking down a hallway when lights began to flash and alarms sounded. Lockdown.

The city hall was under attack and it was under lockdown.

Quickly you took shelter in an open office under a desk, not fully knowing the threat yet.

It was loud, there was commotion in the building. It was clear something was happening but you weren’t sure what yet.

The next thing you heard was the office door open, you held your breath in fear.

“Is anyone in here?” You heard a man’s voice.

Peeking around the corner of the desk you tried to see who was talking. Surely a villain wouldn’t ask that. Right?

The last thing you wanted to see was Aizawa Shouta, otherwise known as the pro hero Eraserhead.

Maybe you wished it was a villain.

“Aizawa?” You said, coming out of your hiding spot.

“What are you doing here?” His voice was steady but you saw through his calm demeanor. You had been with him long enough to read him.

“I-I was just here to pick up paperwork.” You said. “What’s happening?”

Aizawa sighed. “There’s a gang of villains disgruntled with the mayor. They’re going after everyone in the building.”

“Oh no,” That was bad. Why did you have to be here right now?

“Stay here, okay?” He said. “I’m going to clear this floor and I’ll come back and get you out of here. Put a chair to block the door. I’ll knock when I’m back.”

You nodded. There was a conflicting feeling of not wanting to be alone right now but also not wanting to be around your ex.

“Okay.” You said. Aizawa nodded before closing the door. You took the chair and wedged it under the handle praying that they wouldn’t try getting in.

Sitting on the desk you wondered how your peaceful day off had turned into this. The last person you wanted to see was Aizawa Shouta.

You had done all you could to push away any thought of him. Despite the time that had passed since he broke up with you the wound still felt fresh.

Aizawa was your everything. You had met him by accident, he had come to your rescue one night. You offered to get him coffee and the two of you hit it off. You kept running into him and before you knew it you were falling for him. The two of you started to date.

You had dated for over a year and you thought everything was going great. You had even moved in together. Then one day he broke up with you, with no warning, no explanation.

It devastated you. You loved him more than anything, you thought the two of you would get married. Just like that you were alone, it was hard. He had moved out leaving you in the apartment where you had shared so many beautiful moments. It felt like living with a ghost.

You moved out to an apartment on the other side of town. You didn’t care if it meant being far away from work you just wanted to be away from all the places you had memories at.

It still hurt, one day living with the love of your life, the next he’s gone refusing to explain why. It ruined your confidence, took away the future you had in your head, and left you feeling empty.

The memory still hurt.

“What do you mean you’re breaking up with me?” You asked him in disbelief. If he was the type you’d think he was pranking you.

“This isn’t working out anymore, I want to move my life in a different direction.” He said all emotion gone from him.

“Did I do something?” You questioned, tears already burning in your eyes.

“No, things have just changed.” He said.

“Did you meet someone else?” You asked heartbroken at the thought.

“No.” He said quickly. “It’s just- Things are different now.” He said.

“What things?” You asked feeling desperate for an answer.

“I’ll be moving out.” He said. “I’ll be back tomorrow while you’re at work to get my stuff.”

He left with a packed bag and it felt like your world had fallen apart. You had created every horrible reason he would have left you since you never got a real reason from him.

A bang at the door brings you back to reality.

It’s not a knock and as you hear more noise you realize that someone is trying to break in. You get up and hide under the desk again hoping that they won’t be able to get in.

Your hopes are dashed as a loud noise tells you that the door has burst open. You curl up as small as you can and hold your breath. Maybe there’s a chance they don’t search the room.

Footsteps sound around the room as the man looks around, throwing furniture as he goes. It’s silent for a moment before the chair covering your hiding spot is torn away.

Before you can even react you’re grabbed by the ankle and dragged out. The villain above you is much larger than you and try as you might you can’t fight him off.

You’re picked up and thrown onto the desk. You scream for help, Aizawa can’t be far away, he’s always come to your rescue in the past and despite your split, you believe he still will.

There are a few more moments that feel like they last forever before the villain is pulled away and tossed to the side. You watch as Aizawa makes quick work of the villain.

His gaze turns to you, concern on his face. “Are you okay?” He asked you.

You start to stand up and you feel a pain in your stomach, your hand moves under your jacket and you feel something there. When you touch it, it hurts and you quickly realize what it is.

“I’m fine.” You told him.

He nods. “Okay, the floor is clear. Let’s go to the stairwell and I’ll get you out of here.” He said.

Aizawa leads you out of the room and down the hallway. It feels like every step hurts more and more but you keep pushing. You know it’s stupid, that you should tell him you're injured. That he should probably carry you out of the building but you can’t stand the thought of telling him.

In your head, there are only two options. One, that his reaction is stoic and he treats you like he would any other victim he would help as a hero. Or two, that you would see something more in his eyes and it would give you some hope that maybe he still felt the same way you did about him.

Getting to the stairwell you could feel more blood leaking from the wound, you knew the knife was still in the wound so it would keep you from bleeding too much. You were starting to feel light-headed as you descended the four floors to the ground level.

It was when you were almost at the ground level you missed a step, slipping down the last few steps. Aizawa was quick to grab you by your shoulders pulling you up. “Are you okay?” He asked.

“I-I’m fine.” You said trying to stand but your legs were shaky.

“Is that blood?” He asked spotting the red spreading through your shirt and now jacket.

You moved to try and hide it but you realized it was too much now. “I’m fine.” You said trying to sound more confident now.

Aizawa moves your open jacket out of the way to see the knife in your stomach. “You’re not fine!” His voice is harsh and you can see in his eyes how upset he is.

“I-” You start but he cut you off.

“How long did you think you could hide this?” His voice was firm but still upset.

Your eyes move to the ground, not wanting to look at him.

Aizawa lets out a heavy sigh. “We need to get you to medical now.” He said. “I’m going to carry you.

Before you can argue he picks you up carefully, holding you in a princess carry. He moves out of the stairwell through the lobby and to the lockdown checkpoint.

You hate it, you hate the memories of the times he carried you like this while you giggled and nuzzled your face into his neck. You hate the way his hands are so gentle around you. You hate the way you miss him so much even after all this time.

The sunlight should feel like relief, feel like safety but all you can think about is how you wish you never had to leave his arms.

Aizawa sets you down on a gurney at the triage tent set up for this disaster. Laying down you feel dizzy and sick but you have this overwhelming want to have him stay.

Maybe it’s the fear of the knife still stuck in your stomach or the attack you just faced but when Aizawa turns to move you grab his wrist.

“Please-” Your voice is weak. “Stay.”

“I-” Aizawa’s voice is low. “I just need to get a medic. I’m not going to leave.”

You’re surprised, you think that he should probably go back in and help the other heroes to stop the villains there but the last thing you’re gonna do right now is argue.

Aizawa returns to your side and you’re shocked when he takes your hand in his. A doctor approaches you and assesses your wound.

“We need to get her to a hospital, if we remove this here she will bleed out.” They said.

“I’ll go with her,” Aizawa said shocking you again.

They loaded you into the ambulance and Aizawa stayed by your side. You didn’t understand why he was staying with you and you felt conflicted. Every part of you wanted him here but you didn’t want to face the moment he walked away.

At the hospital, they’re able to stabilize you and get a scan to confirm the wound hasn’t hit any organs or major arteries. Aizawa stays by your side as much as he can and when they finally are ready to remove the knife and stitch you up he’s there holding your hand.

“It’s going to be okay,” He said as he held your hand, you hate how much you love it. You close your eyes as they pull the knife out, it doesn't hurt because they’ve numbed you but the sensation is still disturbing and you let out a gasp.

You need something to distract you.

“Why did you break up with me?” The question leaves your mouth before you can stop yourself. Out of the corner of your eyes, you can see the doctor who is stitching up your wound glance over at you for a moment before resuming. You know this isn’t the time or place but you aren’t sure if you’ll ever get it again.

Aizawa stares at you for a moment before sighing. “I was scared.” He said. You’re surprised that he answered you but you’re even more surprised by his answer.

“What?” You asked confused.

“I broke up with you because I was scared of losing you.” He explained.

“I would never leave,” You said.

“I didn’t think you were going to leave- I-” He paused, his eyes glancing away before returning to your gaze. “A friend of mine, a hero, she lost her husband. It was really hard to watch, she fell apart- I couldn’t stop wondering what would happen if something happened to you.”

“Shouta-” You said softly.

“I obsessed over it, and when you had that run-in with a villain because they targeted you because you were close to me- it was the breaking point. I didn’t want to put you in danger and I didn’t want to lose you.” He explained.

“And here we are,” Probably not the right time for a joke but you couldn’t stop yourself.

“Yeah.” He sighed. “You’re right. I realized a while ago that I was wrong for breaking up with you. It was cruel to do that to you with no explanation and I ruined the best thing I’ve ever had in my life.”

You stared at him surprised by his words. Your attention was fully off the discomfort of being stitched up.

“I regretted it from the day I broke up with you but for months I told myself it was to protect you but the reality is I was scared and I should have just dealt with my feelings in a healthy way instead of pushing you away.” He said. “I’ve been a coward, avoiding you when I should have been at your door begging you to forgive me and take me back.”

Maybe you died. That was your first thought at his words. How many times had you wished Shouta had come to you and asked for you back? And here you were, being stitched up by a doctor for a stab wound and Shouta was holding your hand telling you he should have never left.

“Shouta-” You said looking up at him. “I can’t tell you how long I’ve wished you would come back, how many times I wanted to chase after you and beg you to explain what happened.” Your eyes started to burn with tears.

He looked relieved, a soft smile on his lips.

“You’re all stitched up, we’d like to move you to a room so we can keep you overnight to make sure you don’t have an infection.” The doctor said feeling hesitant to interrupt your moment.

You looked at her feeling awkward that you just had that moment in front of a stranger. “Thank you.” You said.

After being moved into a regular room Aizawa sat at your side.

The room was quiet for a moment before he spoke. “I know I don’t deserve another chance, I know what I did was hurtful and immature and I’ll never forgive myself for hurting you like that.” He said. “But I would regret it for the rest of my life if I didn’t ask you if you would ever consider taking me back. I love you, I never stopped loving you and you’re the only person I’ve ever wanted to spend the rest of my life with.”

Maybe it was the pain medicine but you stared at Shouta for a moment in disbelief.

“I’ve missed you so much.” You said, maybe it was the stress of the day but you started to tear up. “I never stopped loving you, all I’ve ever wanted is you back.”

Aizawa looked at you with soft eyes. He moved closer, leaning in to press a kiss against your forehead. “I was so scared today when I saw all that blood. I thought the worst.”

You grabbed his arm, gently pulling him closer. “Thank you for saving me, for getting me out.”

He looked at you with warm eyes, you could feel his love through his gaze. “I will always be there to save you,” He said softly. “I promise, I’ll never leave your side again.”

Your hand moved to the back of his neck, pulling him down for a soft kiss.

You didn’t know what the future held but it didn’t matter now that you had the love of your life back at your side.

#bnha x reader #aizawa x reader #shouta x reader #mha x reader #shouta aizawa #bnha #my writing #january event 2024

[nykie-love-anime]

Kids

- you and Aizawa are out on a date for the first time after being set up by mutual friends - Y/N: How many kids do you have? Aizawa: Biologically I have 0 Aizawa: Emotionally I have like 25 Aizawa: Legally just one Y/N: - shocked face - Aizawa: Just so you know I am a teacher Y/N: - relieved face -

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#y/n #reader #bnha #mha #my hero academia #incorrect quotes #mha incorrect quotes #bnha incorrect quotes #shouta aizawa #aizawa shouta x reader #aizawa x reader #shouta x reader

[heartofjasmina]

pirate king!Aizawa and the pretty but headstrong princess he captures from a royal ship. you hiss and spit at him as his men carry you into his chambers, screaming curses at him with such vigor it makes him smile. It also makes him hard. because you're beautiful, he's sure its a rule that princesses like you must be beautiful. but he likes your fighting spirit even more. your eyes burn with a heat that rivals the sun and he wonders, what would it take for your gaze to gentle as you looked at him?

#its au day #clearing out my drafts #aizawa x reader #aizawa shouta #shouta x reader #jasmina writes 🌸 #eraserhead x reader #eraserhead

[vampyrsm]

'are you done?' (1k) shouta aizawa x female reader

warnings: impact play, brat taming, spanking, paddle use, flogger use, light bdsm (restraints), degrading, sir kink.

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Discipline.

It had always been engrained hard into the undercover pro hero. The hard regimen of keeping himself well-trained, keeping himself on top of his game and never giving up his secret weapon when on missions.

And his relationships were no different, it was no secret that Shouta was always the dominating one. He had no time for nonsense, but he always chased the thrill of being able to tame someone. To fuck the brat out of them until they were nothing but a crying mess on the end of his cock.

So tonight, you were on the receiving end of some very much-needed taming.

Your heart was racing, each time the man passed in front of you had your stomach lurching in excitement. You had finally managed to get under his skin after a long day of pestering him whilst he worked in his office. You just wouldn't listen to him, prancing around in those shorts that you know are far too small and show far too much beneath them (not that he ever means it when he complains, he loves to see your ass on show for him).

He looked stunningly sexy tonight, you had suspected as much when he told you to get onto the bed and sit there like a good girl whilst he got everything ready. He wore his hair back in a ponytail, exposing the deep tired lines on his face every time he glared at you, but there was no heat behind it—just pure lust. The black shirt he was wearing was tight, you think you've seen him in it before in an interview. He looks too good for his own good, and just maybe this would all be worth it if you could get him looking so fuckable.

A quick clap on your ass has you jolting forward, as much as you could anyway in the restraints he had put you in. He bound your legs together and forced you onto your hands and knees, presenting yourself as a perfect target to use a paddle on. You hated this paddle however, it had the word 'Brat' cut out of it and the corners were sharp when you got spanked with it a few times. It was bought as a gag joke, a little jab at you for always being a brat for Shouta but after he used it on you for the first time weeks ago, seeing the way your body reacted to the pinching yet pleasurable pain. It had his cock stirring beneath his tight pants.

"Are you done being a brat now?" his voice is deep, low and in that tone where you know, he's struggling to keep himself in check. The need to climb up behind you and fuck you senseless is making his mind foggy. "Or do I need to bring out the flogger?"

The thought has your toes curling, back arching a little more to show just how soaked you were to the man. You shouldn't love the leather flogger he owns as much as you do, but the way he drags it over your already sore ass and thighs before spanking you with it is heavenly. A type of sensitive pain that just feels good, one that could definitely push you to an orgasm if you were needy enough.

He stops behind you again, and you realise he may be onto you already. "Oh? Does the slut want the flogger?"

"Please Shout—". A harsh smack to your right thigh has you squealing, body arching away but to no avail. "Please, sir, wan' the flogger."

He hums, seeming in deep thought as to if he should even really give you something you want. You were being a real pain in his ass today but he also knows how easy it is to have you brainless once he uses the flogger on you, how you babble for his cock and cry about how you'll never interrupt his phone calls again by flashing your tits at him from his office door.

You listen intently as he steps away, grabbing at something that was on the dresser off to the side before you feel it. The soft stroking of leather tassels dragging along the raised skin that had been spanked previously. It has you shivering, thighs tensing and urging you to back away from the pinchy pain. The moan that slips past your lips is dirtier than the previous ones, genuine deep pleasure being heard before the feeling vanishes.

Then it's replaced by a quick burning sensation, the tassels spreading out across the back of both your thighs, catching against your puffy clit that Shouta was insistent on torturing today with his fingers. You scream into the covers, your body shuddering in aftershocks at the jolt of pleasure and pain that shot up your spine and settled into the back of your skull.

It continued like that for some time, the gentle touches before the harsh sound of the flogger cutting through the air before it slapped against your skin.

"And now?" He finally asks, putting the flogger down to use his hands to soothe your skin. His hands were always naturally cold, making you whine at the difference in temperatures between your tortured skin and his calloused hands. "You gonna finally be a good girl and let me fuck this pretty pussy, hm?"

You sniffle into the sheets, looking over your shoulder at him and he has that gooey soft look in his eyes. One that shows he thinks he might've gone too far this time, maybe he pushed a little too hard in his punishment but it's always wiped away when you say "Yes sir, ready to be your good girl now."

He may love his discipline, and his strict routine but he can't deny the guilty pleasure that comes from making you submit to him, to let him fuck the brat out of you until you challenge him again in the near future.

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#aizawa smut #shouta aizawa smut #shouta x reader #aizawa x reader #aizawa x you #bnha smut #mha smut #aizawa shouta oneshot #aizawa shouta imagine #bnha oneshots #bnha x self insert #vampyrsm kinktober 2022

[tomurasmoleunderhislip]

Bawling my eyes out, crying because I fell in love with someone that doesn't fucking exist I'm not joking

Yes shifting exists but my focus and concentration is zero percent and I'm fucking lazy

so I just go to sleep and hope I'll accidentally shift without doing anything like last time 💋

#shigaraki #tomura #league of villains #shigaraki x reader #tomura headcanons #tomura fluff #shigaraki fic #tomura x reader #aizawa #aizawa fluff #aizawa shouta #shouta aizawa #shouta x reader #shouta aizawa x reader #shouta

[urfavslav]

shouta idealizes taking night patrols so he can come home to you on a sunday morning cooking his favorites. he thoroughly enjoys when you brush through his hair. yes he can do it himself. (not like he has the time with hero work) but he craves your gentle touch. whether it's during that show you love watching and he prioritizes hearing your commentary over the actors voices. or whether it's right before you two go to sleep for the night while (he's supr greatful both of your work schedules line up) sleeping and taking it super easy during the day.

★ all works belong to @urfavslav , do not repost on anywhere else with or without credit, do not plagiarise. thank you !

#eraserhead x reader #shouta aizawa fluff #shouta aizawa #shouta x reader #aizawa x reader #aizawa x you #shouta x you #bnha x reader #mha x reader #mha fluff #bnha fluff #urfavslav stories ! #POST FROM MY MAIN ACC

[dabisbratz]

PLAY DATE (CHERRY)— aizawa shouta x male reader

wc: ~6.5k

cw: dilf!aizawa, babysitter!reader, sexual tension, slow burn, spanking/impact play, finger-sucking, d/s undertones, daddy kink, praise, manhandling, age gap (21 yr old reader, 41 yr old aizawa), porn with plot, size difference/kink, spit/drool, degradation, rimming, hand holding, full nelson, creampie, breeding kink, light feminization

a/n: yes i was listenin to lana while writin this! howd u know?!

The click of a mouse. The sound of a scroll wheel grinding against plastic— rubbery and restricted. A family of five, four, three..family oriented individuals with more kids on their hands than time. It was late, even for you. Who scoured the internet until the sky’s inky black atmosphere was painted a pacific blue. From there, you’d tend to sleep into the late hours of the evening, beneath the comfort of a heavy weighted blanket, until your phone went off or a nightmare pulled you from your slumber.

Your dry, tired eyes trace the blurry words of your computer screen, the bright white light beaming through the depths of your continuously darkening bedroom. The room is almost radio silent— save for the occasional crunching of chips between your teeth and the fan of your laptop working overtime. The text is almost hard to read, shying away behind a hazy glare.

‘One kid—6 year old girl. One pet— black bombay cat.’

Sounds promising. The letters are arranged in a blunt manner, straight to the point and even somewhat intimidating, but the clear boundaries and requirements listed are fair enough.. Maybe even tilted in your favor. Your cursor wanders, ready to further inspect the profile presumed to belong to the parent who created the listing.

Shouta Aizawa, a middle-aged man with a salt and pepper beard, long hair to match, and a distinctive scar below his eye— which looks milky and clear. The other, however, is a deep pool of brown, warm like melted chocolate. His irises melt into his long lashes, which remain straight and strict, much like the demeanor he emits in the headshot photo. It must be reminiscent of his ID, as his career is listed just below his picture.

Owner of Eraserhead Industries.

Huh.

Chewing the fleshy insides of your cheeks, your eyes dart across the screen, hesitantly inching the cursor over the bright, bolded ‘message’ button. Sparks ignite in your stomach, blooming in the expanse of your tummy as you type out,

‘When can I start?’

You hear yourself squeal, pushing away your mouse with your fingertips and hiding behind the warmth of your palms before your computer chimes in response. The message stares back at you, perforating into you as you read it over and over, trying to imagine how this—practicably— rich man would sound. You settle for a deep voice, giggling to yourself as you read out the message.

‘The sooner the better.’

The man is much scarier in person, and your imitation of his voice was nowhere near accurate.

His voice is much deeper than you thought, gravelly and not nearly as riddled with giggles like you’d tacked on. In fact, it only seems to deepen as he nurses a mug of black coffee, just one large hand completely shielding the cup in its entirety. He’d ordered it, busying himself with the sheets of paper he had placed upon the polished table as you explained just how much whipped cream you’d wanted in your milkshake to the waitress.

He takes up most of the space on his side of the booth in the homely café, his layers discarded and shed along the plush seating. The man with dark eyes, Shouta Aizawa, is a natural born leader. The physical embodiment of sticks and stones, seemingly stronger than Zeus himself, he seems to have no faults.

But that’s not what you should be focusing on, not now, when you’re preoccupied with narrowed, umber eyes. They look at you with nothing but impenetrable suspicion, remarkably intimidating despite belonging to someone who looks incredibly angelic. Tufts of frosty hair, unruly and disheveled and divine. The sun dawns down on Musutafu, framing his locks in a makeshift halo. He looks like a fallen angel, of sorts.

“I don’t trust my kids with other kids,” He says, watching the dark amalgamation of caffeine swirl in his porcelain cup. Does he consider his cat to be his kid, too? “How old are you?”

You perk up, straightening your back as you push your straw in and out of your sickeningly sweet milkshake. Whipped cream clings to the plastic, sticky and bubbly with foam, “Twenty-one, sir.”

Aizawa makes a face at that, steely eyes drooping further with the pinch of his dark eyebrows. They slot perfectly, intricate wrinkles firming between them. Did you… fuck it up? You’d consider yourself an adult— comparable to law, anyway. And you can be mature, especially when it counts, so there shouldn’t really be a problem!

It’s evident he loves his kids, despite the hard exterior that he’s showing off there’s a fatherly glint to his eye. A protective overlay to his words. It’s admirable, if anything. You’d even call it charming, the way his eyes bore into you from the outside-in and pick you apart, if it wasn’t so damn scary being on the receiving end.

“Do you drink?”

“…No?”

“Do you plan to?”

More of an interrogation than anything, you take an awfully long time to reply as you use his suspension as an opportunity to savor your milkshake.

“No.”

You make sure to sound more confident this time.

His questions have been asked before, over text and in a manner not as… blunt as you hear it now. But it’s all down to perception, and you’d managed to wrongfully pin Shouta Aizawa as a care-free, laid back guy. Though, from the looks of it, he seems to live up to the ladder. And, upon closer inspection, it does nothing to tarnish his looks.

“Mm,” Is all he says, humming in acknowledgment as a check is placed his way. “You’re young.”

“Young enough to be your son?” You ask, mouth faster than your brain, and suddenly you can’t stop. Your lips curl upward, a smile gracing your lips as you giggle, “People probably think you’re my sugar daddy or somethin’.”

He doesn’t seem to completely respond to that, letting the comment fly into the air as he shifts. Heat somersaults into your face, heating your body up until you find yourself unable to hold eye contact. Nice going.

You wrap your lips around the plump cherry slowly sinking into your drink, twirling the stem between your teeth. It explodes in your mouth, sharp and sweet along the expanse of your tongue, a nice distraction.

Something alien flickers behind his eyes, “Tech savvy?”

“I— Yeah! I play video games,” You almost forget this is an interview, not a date. The thought makes your brain a little fuzzy, cotton forming in your mouth as you stumble over your answer. “Not— Y'know, never on the clock.”

Shouta looks much more vulnerable with his head turned, his veiny hand reaching into the pocket of his inky pants, pulling out an equally dark credit card. No way. His handwriting is illegible, but the swooning waitress deems it acceptable, thanking him for the tip with a high blush on her cheeks. There isn’t a single ring on his calloused fingers, so it’s almost shocking he doesn’t jump at the opportunity

“Good. Eri likes games.” It’s the most praise you’ve heard all night, and hearing it from the deep rumble of his throat makes it even better. Your gaze must linger, because his dark eyes are staring back into yours, almost looking right through you.

“Eri? Your daughter?”

“I don’t like sharing personal information online.”

You laugh nervously, filling your mouth with the melting drink before he can comment.

“I—Woah, sir… your home is… beautiful.” It’s not just flattery, you genuinely, sincerely mean it. You’ve seen it before, sure, through text and under much more professional scrutiny, but the camera doesn’t do it justice. His house aches with love, wrapped up in kisses and enveloped in a sweet, cinnamon-scented embrace.

There’s a heavy amount of childish memorabilia, like crayon drawings hung up on his stainless steel fridge, miscellaneous toys littering the floor, and a pair of tiny shoes resting next to your own. They look comically small, glittery and pink and utterly, indubitably, reminiscent of a six year old girl. Especially in comparison to the sleek, black sneakers Shouta slips off next to them. Utterly, indubitably, reminiscent of a forty-one year old man.

Aizawa makes his way through the living room while you marvel in astonishment, taking in the sights of his house. Surprisingly, despite his not-so-settle display of wealth, his home is the opposite. It’s the real thing, with lived-in floors and comfy furniture..lively and bright. Sure, his sofa is a muted gray, but the portraits and polaroids and children’s drawings make up for it.

You follow along, nearly tripping over some misplaced barbies and action figures as you quickly remove your shoes and stumble forward. Like a newborn fawn, unfamiliar to its own legs, you walk forward with a bashful smile.

It was almost easy for you to forget that he’s human, and not some strong-willed work-machine designed to finish tasks and take care of children.

But the way his joints pop when he shifts a certain way, the way sweat trickles down his forehead after a long day of working in a stuffy office, proves otherwise. It was then, you realize, that he is all flesh and bones. Not pen ink or an indestructible force.

“Eri’s… picky. Try exposing her to different foods every now and then, there’s a list of recipes she likes on the fridge.”

Shouta’s leaning against the marble of his open-island kitchen, socked feet melting into the cold tile. You half-expected his socks to be just as dark as his clothes, so it’s a pleasant surprise to see cartoonish cat faces littering the fabric.

Right—anyway. You nod, though it’s mainly reserved for yourself, as your eyes rake up the words stuck to his fridge. Freshly printed out, not an inch out of place, you wonder how many times he’s done this. The gears turn in your head, clicking and grinding until your lips part, a breathless expression keyed into your facial features. Wait.

“Does that mean—”

“I’ll text you the extra details. Eri’s bedroom is upstairs, but you should wait for her to show it to you when she’s ready.”

Your apartment is a flimsy excuse of a home, nowhere near as intricate and thoroughly loved as Shouta’s. Walking inside, you realize just that, there isn’t even a hint of glitter or gleam as you walk through the front door. Even though you have yet to meet her, Eri’s already brightened up your life. Your walls scream with loneliness, the sound bouncing off each corner until you’re tucking yourself into bed and curling up beneath the sheets.

And though you barely know him, you can’t help but want to follow the childish urge to open up the website you found Aizawa’s listing on to study his headshot.

Eri, you’ve come to learn, is a very smart kid. Perhaps too smart for her own good, too observant, and way too excited to express said observations. You sit taut on the gray sofa, leaning over a sheet of paper as you carefully color between the lines of the thick, inky, coloringbook outline. But Eri’s got her own leaflet, vigorously coloring something she has yet to allow you to look at.

You haven’t known her long enough for the leaves to brown, to fall off and make room for winter. You haven’t known her long enough to see the leaves return, the chilly air slowly descending into something softer, quieter. Warmer with summer’s welcome. But she grew to accept you rather quickly.

It started soon after your first meeting with Aizawa, and to your dismay, you hadn’t really seen much of him after that. Only small traces and fragments, like the religious filling of Present Meow’s food bowl or notes tacked onto the fridge.

Admittedly, you kinda miss him.

You’ve become quite engrossed in Eri’s choice in television, watching the cartoon with just as much excitement as the six your old. It even makes you laugh, hearty and dinkum.

“How do you feel about niku-dofu for dinner tonight, Er-bear?” She barely moves, her tongue held between the corner of her lips as she furrows her brows in concentration. Whatever she’s coloring is much more important than dinner, apparently.

With outstretched limbs, you stand, reaching for the sky as a yawn is pulled from your chest and your eyes grow heavy. Being dragged along by a six year old all day is exhausting. The hairstyling, the nail-painting, the hero-pretending…the dolls.

(Eri quite enjoyed acting out soap-opera levels of dramatic scenes with dolls. And, of course, you could only be the man in these scenarios.)

But you wouldn’t have it any other way. You’ve grown attached in the span of a few weeks.

“I’ll take that as a yes then!” You chirp, setting down your finished page with a sense of pride. Might even have to add a signature to it!

With Eri’s toys scattered along the floor, despite your constant advisory to clean them up, walking through the house has become quite the challenge. An obstacle course of sorts that Aizawa must’ve been a master at getting through.

Aizawa… With dark circles that cast shadows down his mature face. With stubble that’s cleanly shaved, not a single hair out of place.

Aizawa…With his long, dark hair that frames his face with thick bundles.

Aizawa… Who almost constantly looks disgruntled, faintly pink lips pulled into a tight line.

Him and his signature crisp, black button up that barely fights against his large chest and his matching pants that cling to his stupidly strong thighs.

It makes your brain a little fuzzy, the thought of his equally large biceps bulging in his shirt as he crosses his arms and stares down at you through the bridge of his nose. And his eyes— piercing and domineering staring straight into yours, lips curled as he berates you like some sort of misbehaving child.

(Which you’d spent a lot of time arguing with him about through sticky-notes…The fridge is powered evidence, covered in neon paper as you remind him you’re ‘not a kid!’ beneath his ‘not bad, kid’ post-it note.)

“Hey? Are you okay?” Eri’s small voice snaps you out of your haze, wide and virtuous red eyes blinking up at you. Clutching her drawing to her chest, she shifts her weight between each leg. Her small smile is gone, so you do your best to conjure up a frolicsome grin.

“Never felt better! Finally ready to show me what you’re working on?”

“Mhm,” She hums, reminiscent of her father.

Eri’s picture is nothing short of sweet. Advanced for her age, she’s drawn three figures that resemble the three of you— herself, Aizawa, you— sitting happily at the generously furnished dining table. On her lap sits Present Meow, a black ball of crayon-esque fur, who has small, wobbly hearts above his head. You all do, actually, some bigger than others (e.i: you quite literally have heart eyes that take up more than half your crayon face), but big nonetheless.

Is your crush on her father really that obvious?

“Oh, Eri, that’s—”

The front door trembles, the doorknob clicking and jingling as it welcomes silver keys. Before your eyes, Shouta’s welcoming himself in, strong right arm pushing the door open. His shoulders are draped in exhaustion, his gray scarf tangled around his neck as he shuts the door behind him.

Embarrassment wells up in your stomach, overflowing until you’re hiding Eri’s drawing behind your back. He doesn’t typically come home this early. Usually within the late hours of the night, into early morning, he can be seen rummaging through the fridge for a drink until he heads upstairs, straight to bed.

Instead, he’s stalking forward.

Did his steps always shake the house like this, or are you just imagining it? You must be, it must be your heart in your ears, because your face is flooding with warmth as he towers over you and peeks over your shoulder.

“What’s behind your back?” He lifts an inquisitive eyebrow, faintly smelling of cigarette smoke.

“What? Noth—”

“Look!” Eri snatches the drawing from your clammy hands and pushes it into Shouta’s abdomen. He hunches over, just slightly, before taking in the image.

“Jesus, kid,” He clicks his tongue with a tenderhearted sigh, looping his thumb around the waistband of his black slacks. “You’re somethin’ else...”

You’d have thought it was meant for Eri if his gaze didn’t flicker up to meet yours.

Dinner rolled around fast, and you’d found yourself nicking your finger on one of Shouta’s large, sharpened knives. Cutting up a small portion of potatoes shouldn’t have been so trivial, a pained gasp escaped your lips as you pinched the tiny wound. You wince, instinctively sucking on the skin of your mangled finger.

“I told you to be careful,” He took your hand in his, swallowing it whole with his palms, and went as far as to berate you, grumbling, “Watch yourself. Are you okay?”

Breathless as you watched him open a nearby drawer, he pulled out a kiddie bandaid, decorated with polka dots and even more cats. You held still, letting him wrap the bandage around your finger nice and tight. And then, only then, did he place a small kiss on top.

“There you go, all better.” It’s a passing comment, only pried from his lips because he was so used to saying it to Eri, and he didn’t seem to realize just how flustered it made you. So you coughed into your hand, secretly hoping the warmth permeating off his body would return to your skin.

Now, with dinner finished, Eri has no problem shoveling the food into her mouth. Must've been all the running around, gave her an appetite fit for a grown woman. It’s not like you have room to talk, you’ve almost choked on your side of miso soup a whopping three times. Shouta seems to be the only composed person at the table.

“You got a little,” Shouta points to the corner of his mouth, waving his willowy finger in a quick, circular motion. “Right…there.”

“Hm?” He watches your face contort, timid and self conscious. He can’t help but smile, just a small upward quirk to the corner of his lips, that slowly disappears as he leans in to wipe off a few grains of rice from the side of your mouth.

There he goes again, acting all domestic, as he raises the same finger to his own mouth. Your pupils blow wide, heat forming in your stomach as he sucks off the rice with disregard for how this might look to anyone besides a father.

Your eyes flicker to Eri, who’s too busy fighting off sleep with the handle of her silver spoon, her tiny head jerking and bobbing every so often, to notice the display.

“I guess—- guess it’s time for bed!” Your voice cracks embarrassingly loud as you stand, quick to stop in your tracks when Aizawa follows suit.

“I got it.”

Aizawa, you’ve learned, says that quite a lot. Despite his generous hourly pay and your obligation to take care of his child, he insists it’s best if he cleans after her. Too intimidated to argue, you simply nod, falling back onto his couch as he ventures back for forth— upstairs and back.

Each time he returns, he notices the droop in your eyes, the way they slowly fall with each step he takes. It’s late, he should be escorting you home, but he doesn’t want to disturb your well-earned sleep session.

As he sits to finally take a break, letting his joins snap and pop, you fall face-first into his shoulder, smashing your cheek against the firm skin.

Your lips pucker, pouty and almost fish-like. Your boyish face, soft and not yet worn down by the tiresome nature of time in itself, looks undeniably cute. Perfect for kissing and irrevocably inviting. Your eyes are shut, lashes resting against your cheeks. Time stops, minutes passing within hours, as Shouta takes in your essence and stares down at your innocent face. Stealing a kiss would just be… so…easy…

“Fix your face,” He says instead, clearing his throat and directing his gaze to the dimly lit, yellow-tinted lamp resting on the end table placed by his half of the sofa. “Or it’ll get stuck like that.”

“M’sorry.” You whisper, bashful as ever despite the slippery hands of sleep reaching back for you. Do you even know what you’re apologizing for?

It makes Aizawa want to retract his statement, press his thumb into the unobtrusive crease forming between your pretty eyebrows. But it leaves before it has time to arrive— to settle, as your body relaxes once more. He observes for a moment, the dip of the couch as you finally sink your weight into it, the debt collectors contracted with sleep finally having caught up with you.

Preserving himself through all these years, none being particularly good to him, he wonders if you’ve faced any similar endeavors. He’d hate to leave you alone, cold and barren as another side of his bed remains despicably untouched, only the ghost of what could have been keeping him company during this sleep-centric night. Your breaths are slow and steady, lips briefly parting to mumble something he can’t quite grasp. Shouta tries anyway, tucking his stubbly chin against his collarbone as he leans forward.

His face is dangerously close, a mere inch separating the gap between his lips and soft, supple skin. With your head nuzzled against his shoulder—broad and wide—your words dispel into the thin fabric of his t-shirt. Alongside a fine layer of drool, something he's all too used to, that slowly spreads the deeper you fall into undisturbed sleep. A heavy sleeper then, he presumes.

Shouta keeps you close, pressing your body against his as he loops his other arm behind your legs and hoists you up. He’s careful to avoid any furniture, holding you with an iron grip as he steps up the creaky stairs. His hair bounces with each step, curly and dark, flowing down his back and streaked with gray.

“..Zawa…” Nearly dropping you, his mismatched gaze locks onto your face. Blissed out and camouflaged with slumber, you stir in his arms. “Kiss me ‘lready.”

Aizawa clears his throat, neck constricting as it tightens around the air. It’s fine, just a baseless comment, he decides, as he slowly opens his bedroom door, careful of the noise. You don’t seem to move after that, dozing in his arms until he’s setting you down into his bed. He really hopes you don’t mind it— he doesn’t have a guest bedroom, after all.

It’s dark in his room, blackout curtains covering any sliver of radiance from outside streetlights. So he flicks on the lamp on his bedside table, watching the slow rise and fall of your chest as he lifts his arms overhead to remove his shirt. Something cold prods at his back, and before he can shed the clothing, Shouta redirects himself to look back at you.

Half asleep, your foot creeps under the comfortable fabric of his shirt. You must’ve discarded your socks in your sleep, because you’re rubbing your eyes with balled up fists as if you’d just woken up. Doesn’t stop you from speaking, vocal cords strained, “S’this the part where we cuddle?”

Aizawa watches you shimmy out of your pants, obviously groggy and irrational from having just opened your eyes, your warm skin slowly being exposed inch by inch. You must overheat in your sleep.

“No, it’s not,” He groans out, sucking in a sharp intake of air as he takes in the mural being painted in front of him. “Go back to sleep, kid.”

“Don’ wanna,” You mumble, much more awake as your eyes hone in on the skin of his back that he’s partially exposing. “And I’m not a kid.”

“Sound like one.” You hear him grovel under his breath, almost as if you were meant to hear it. Aizawa has quite the ability to be silent when he wants to, he can creep up on you without you ever noticing. So you suck your teeth, sitting up in his bed.

He expects you to respond with something witty, something he has to pretend he doesn’t find funny. But you don’t, instead staying uncharacteristically silent. Had it not been the dip in his mattress, he would have assumed you dissolved into thin air.

God, how you hope he won’t find you childish for this.

“Sir, I,” Shouta stiffens, his hair falling from behind his ear as he turns to fully face you. “Can I kiss you?”

“Can you..” He trails off, watching your bottom lip jut out. Plump and shiny, Aizawa resists the urge to sink his teeth into it. How soft would they feel? Would you cry into his mouth if he bit too hard? Anything in his hands becomes fragile, and he wants to know how far you can bend before you break. “Can you kiss me?”

He doesn’t give you time to respond, grabbing your ankle with his rough hands to drag you down into him. Your pretty eyes widen, large and unsuspecting as he crashes his lips against yours, feverish and desperate.

His tongue swipes over your lower lip and eagerly awaits yours, tasting faintly of cigarette smoke and cinnamon. Undeniably Shouta, you can’t help but whimper into his mouth, tangling your fingers into his disheveled hair. His mouth is warm and wet— almost searing hot, and you can’t help but choke on your own breaths. You sink into the kiss, floaty and dumbstruck by his urgency.

Like a starved man, he pushes you down on your back and tangles his big hands in the waistline of your boxers, tugging the elastic apart until it rips with a ‘snap!’. You’re exposed, legs instinctively closing to shield your half naked body.

“Aht-aht. Sit still,” Aizawa hand quickly latches around the base of your dick, sending shocks of electricity up your smaller (in comparison to his) body. You tug on his wrist, eyes burning with unshed tears as he stares down at you, predatory and famished. “When’s the last time you played with this pretty cock? Did you think of me?”

He doesn’t give you time to speak, instead spitting down onto your cock with a thick, shiny glob of spit. You can’t help but moan, watching it slide down and heat up through his fingers. His hand envelops you entirely, big and warm and squelching as he accentuates his words with particularly sharp pumps.

“Oh, sweetheart,” His voice sounds condescending and feignedly sweet, you swear you could cum just from hearing it. “S’been a while, huh? Yeah? S’why you’re leaking all over my hand?”

You feel yourself nod, quick and enthusiastic as you melt into his palm. Your legs turn into jello, numb against his warm sheets, as your toes curl and your back slowly inches off the mattress. Shouta’s eyes are lidded and heavy, drinking you in and burning you from the inside out. You keen, pulsating in his hand until the warmth is suddenly gone, and you’re blinking away frustrated tears.

“No—!”

“Greedy brat,” Shouta’s quick to shut you up, large hands sinking into the plush skin of your thighs as he spreads your legs open impossibly wide. “Fuck, got a greedy hole on you too.”

Your hole clenches in response, eager to have his attention. You can feel a trail of precum and spit soaking the area, warm and wet, not yet reminiscent of his cum. Soon enough, you hope, he’ll be filling you to the brim and then some. Your hands, somehow forgotten, scramble to unbutton his dress shirt.

Eyebrows furrowed in concentration, you gasp in retaliation to his big hand clutching your jaw with indescribable force and pressure. Trying to leave finger-shaped bruises. Your lips part, tongue pushed free from your squished cheeks as you blink up at him, eyes dancing between one milky-white iris and another, only chocolate brown.

“Go on, say it. Tell Daddy you’re a greedy boy with a greedy little hole,” He’s spitting into your mouth, a thin trail of saliva indirectly connecting his tongue to yours. “You can do it, sugar.”

Oh. Oxygen disconnects from your lungs, dumbly blinking up at him with a garbled moan. You can’t speak if you wanted to, not with his hand around your jaw like this, so you settle for swallowing down his spit with a feeble smile. All you can push out is a mangled ‘Daddy!’ but Aizawa seems to take that for an answer, groaning as he hikes your knees up to your chest, sighing when you squeal in response.

His big, warm body is pressed up against yours, much bigger and stronger, and it’s apparent in every movement he makes. He’s able to push you around, flip you over and push you down with barely a finger, and you’re sure his hand can cover the entirety of your face. You moan, wanton and sweet in his ears as he maneuvers your arms to keep your legs up.

“Gonna take real good care of you,” Shouta— Daddy sighs, hunched over and breathing dangerously close to your entrance. Almost like he’s talking to your hole instead of you, and you’d protest if it weren’t for the hot, wet stripe he’d just licked down from your perineum to your hole. Your body feels warm and tingly, legs twitching as his tongue prods and pokes deeper and deeper, slowly slipping inside. “Gonna let Daddy take care of you?”

He’s sure to make it messy, adding generous amounts of drool and spit along your sensitive hole, eating you out like he gets paid to do it. He makes you lay there and take it, holding your legs open like some cheap whore, settling between your thighs with feverish and hungry kisses. Making out with your hole, you watch with heavy eyes and a gaped mouth.

“Yeah, yeah..” You moan subconsciously, a constant stream leaving your pretty, parted lips. He takes the opportunity to fill your mouth with his fingers, long and scarred as his fingertips run along your pink tongue. His fingers taste vaguely of salt, and you can’t help but suck on them, eyes fluttering in content.

You barely catch it, a small kiss being placed on the curve of your jaw until he’s freeing his fingers from your mouth. He resists the urge to shove them down your throat, watch your eyes get glassy and wet as you gag on his fingers like you would his cock.

“Gotta get this cunt nice n’ ready. Watch me eat you out, boy,” His voice has dropped several octaves—if that’s even possible—thick and heavy and reverberating straight into your hole. It’s like he knows you by heart, even if this is your first time together, because he’s slotting his thick, scarred fingers in along with his tongue. “Such a pretty hole. Matches your face.”

Through the haze you’re still able to mumble out a quiet, “Thank you,” timid, small, and broken up between moans.

“Good boy, still remembering your manners,” He sounds just as breathless as you, pressing his fingertips against the special spot inside of you. Your body jolts, a shriek ripping from your throat as he puts pressure on it, bullies it with his fingers, and follows suit with his tongue. Too much. “Shh, I know. Try to stay quiet for me.”

For me. The implication has you whining, high in your throat and pitiful as you nod to no one in particular, wiggling in your boss’s hold. For me. The implication has you whining, high in your throat and pitiful as you nod to no one in particular, wiggling in your boss’s hold.

You want to be good, be the best boy you can be, but you just can’t help it. The complete opposite of what he’s told you to do, high off his fingers as your body clenches and your moans grow louder and louder, fingernails digging into the soft surface of the back of your knees. He just presses and presses and—

Stops. Abrupt and fleeting until his hand is back, but instead in the form of a harsh slap right across the back of your thighs. Your sit spots.

“Wh- mm-mm…! Waitwait..Daddy—!” You’re stunned, stuttering and stumbling over your words as you fail to recollect what just happened. You press your face into your knees, bunched up tight as tears spring in your eyes. “That hu—urts.”

The pout in your voice is evident, and Shouta can’t help but coo. Especially when your cock, lodged right between the thickness of your thighs, jumps and leaks more precum. His own throbs in his pants, leaking into his underwear and leaving him sticky. God, he can’t wait to feel your hole twitch around his dick.

“You’re a big boy. I know you can take it, you said it yourself, didn’t you?” And there it is again, the fog that casts over your brain as you can only think of being good. Good for Shouta. Good for your Daddy.

There’s a sharp smack right on top of your little hole, the entrance winking back in retaliation as you sob into your knees. The pain doesn’t last long, simmers down and is easily replaced by heat when his fingers rub soothing circles around your rim.

“Daddy,” Your voice comes out much sweeter and wet, letting out a small sniffle as you peek out to watch him place open-mouthed kisses against your hole. “Want you.”

“You have me, boy,” His heart melts, and a soft smile creeps up on his handsome face. His tie dangles as he shifts his weight, opening his bedside drawer to pull out a condom and cherry flavored lube. Ironic. “Now let me in, wanna make your pretty fuckhole cream around my cock.”

“Wait,” You rasp, watching him tear open the packaging with his teeth. You’re still breathless and shaky, but you’re trying your best. “Wanna feel you. Wanna feel you inside me.”

Aizawa’s deep groans are music to your ears, and your eyes threaten to roll back into your skull when he frees himself of his shirt and sheds his pants. His dickprint is big and thick, throbbing in the fabric and sticky with fresh precum. You want to taste it. His cock springs free as his briefs drop to the floor, slapping against his abdomen and weeping.

You watch him fuck his fist, pouring the slick lube down his cock and warming it up with his palm.

“Yeah? You want it? Gonna listen to Daddy so he can put his thick cock in that sloppy little hole? C’mere before I shoot into my fist.”

You nod so hard it hurts, squeezing your shaft to stop yourself from cumming to his words alone. Your cock twitches in your hand, hard and wet as Shouta walks forward to meet you at the edge of the bed and scoops you up into his arms like you’re weightless. It must be easy for him, seeing as he’s so much bigger than you in every way.

“Won’t fit—”

“Shh,” Like he knows what you’re going to say before you can utter it, Shouta lifts you into the air with ease, and you can feel his cock pressing against your puckered hole. “We’ll make it fit.”

Your back presses against his chest, upright as he loops his arms around the backs of your knees. You’re spread wide, and with Shouta’s strong grip, all you can do is sit there and take it. You can feel him twitch and throb from the inside-out, his cock gushing pre as you sink down onto his cock. Your eyes roll back, wanton moans and a chant of ‘DaddyDaddyDaddy’ filling the air as snaps his hips, barely letting you adjust.

His dick is stretching you open, thick and long, and pulsing and veiny as you feel it bulge in your tummy, pushing past your rim and filling you up.

“Thought about this for weeks,” Your breath catches in your throat, and suddenly you’re too far gone to answer. “I—yeah, should’ve fucked you in that café.”

From the… Start?

Heat pools on your stomach, his cock punching your insides and kissing each sensitive ridge with every movement he makes. Your moans are unintelligible, barely even coherent, as he fucks into you, lifting you off his cock again, and again, and again. Cock-drunk while his dick rearranges your guts, drool slips from your mouth and down your chest.

You look pathetic and ruined.

“So cute like this, pretty baby. You make the dumbest little faces when you’re fucked stupid on Daddy’s cock, but still so damn cute.”

His cock drags in and out of your plushy walls, precum and lube making a creamy concoction along his shaft with each thrust. Your face is stained with tears and drool, mouth open wide as you pant and whine.

The knot in your stomach tightens, your hole beating around his cock as Aizawa moans, and you feel your body go numb as you shudder and convulse. You’re cumming, and your smaller hands squeeze his big ones as he uses you like a fucktoy, bouncing off his lap with tiny, “Mm, mm, mm’s.” Your hole grips him like a vice, swallowing his cock deeper and deeper until you feel warmth flooding your stomach, your balls tightening by the second.

“Da—addy please, m’cummin’, m’cummin’!”

“There you go, smart little boy,” Shouta groans loud in your ear, twitching in your tummy when you clamp down on his dick. He wants to fuck his cum into you, you deserve it. You deserve his cock, you deserve his load, you deserve to be stuffed full until you’ve milked his dick for all he’s got— all it’s worth. “Just keep bouncin’, so fuckin good at it, gush on my cock. What d’you say, baby? What d’you say to Daddy?”

You wish you could see him, the grit of his teeth as his thrusts turn sloppy and messy. But you know he can see you, staring down at the cum painting your chest as it squirts out your cock in thick, rapid ropes. Mixing with your tears and drool, you know you look like sex on legs, eyes void of everything but the need for cock.

“Thankyouthankyouthank—fu-huck,” His cock is jackhammering so deep you can barely breathe. “Thank you, Daddy!”

“Gonna make you just like Daddy, gonna make you one too,” It must send him over the edge, the sounds of your hole squelching as he scrambles your insides, because he’s quick to shoot a creamy, hot load of cum straight inside you. “Wanna be a big boy so bad? Then—fuuuck— take it like one.”

He gives a few last slow, deep thrusts inside so his cum really takes, carefully freeing your legs as you collapse onto him with a breathy moan.

“‘Zawa…”

“C’mere, brat,” You’re quick to whine, weakly pressing your face into the expanse of his large chest, all tears and snot and cum as he cradles your head between his large hand and his even larger chest. You feel protected in his arms, shrinking even smaller into his lap as your eyes slip closed and his cum leaks down your thighs. “You’re a good boy. My good boy.”

Shouta’s hand is ablaze when he brushes it along your forehead, soon after replacing it with a gentle kiss. He means it.

“Let Daddy take care of you.”

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[hopeluna-archived]

Heyoo, I checked out your masterlist for mha it's 👌👌

If you could, can you please write some Aizawa x!FReader headcanons on how they would spend their free time together after a long week of work?

If not, it's alright!

Finally....

Aizawa and you spending some time together after work

Characters: Shouta Aizawa x gn!reader

Genre: fluff, comfort?idk

A/N: thank you love! This one's kinda short but I hope you enjoy it!!

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Fucking finally. Shouta was finally done with grading papers, paperworks and he was ready to book it. He had been at it for the whole week.

With training his students and the random spike of crime in the city, he was tired and just wanted to feel the warmth of his bed, cat and specially your arms.

So he quickly threw his things in his bag, stepped out of his office and as quietly as possible, sneaked out of the building, alert in case a certain energetic blonde catched him.

Shouta knew for a fact that just like him, you had been working nonstop the whole week and you both would get home and collapse on the bed for the night. So he hadn't seen you properly for a while and it was beginning to get on his nerves.

Now when he reached the house, a slight frown set on his face as he realized you hadn't come home yet. He was really hoping to collapse on you. But he quickly shuffled to get changed out of his clothes into something comfortable, put some snacks at the end of the bed and got a movie ready on the TV.

And he laid there, in the middle of the bed, waiting for you to come home.

He didn't even realize he had fallen asleep when the sound of the front door opening woke him up and in walked you, exhausted. Shouta's lips tugged upwards in a smile at how your eyes lit up when you saw him.

Opening his arms, he hugged you tight as you both grumbled about how tired you were. Shifting in his arms, you didn't even bother to change your clothes and he didn't bother to turn the TV on like he had planned. Instead he covered the blanket over you, tucked his face in your neck as both of you fell asleep for the night.

The next morning was literal heaven to him as you both woke up late and with eyes still heavy with sleep, you both spend the rest of the day just relaxing in each other's presence.

And the whole weekend went like that, with him latching on to you from behind while you cooked, him latching on to you when you both were watching TV, him holding you as you both took a quiet bubble bath together.

The stress and works that had been tormenting Shouta melted away and his mind was at peace, thinking of you. Well he's mind was at peace until he got a call that Bakugo had gone at stirred up another fight.

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↳ aizawa shouta x reader → ❝cared for❞

summary: you are sick but your husband aizawa is always there to take care of you no matter what. word count: 1.4k+  tags/warnings: fluff and comfort a/n: i'm currently sick and my brain is super out of it so i hope this isn't terrible but i wanted to write something. now that im thinking of it i've actually done nanowrimo while i was sick, november isn't a good month for me lol anyways this was supposed to be a simple sick fic but i gave it a little depth. also i lost my taglist so if you want to be on it please message me.

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You were in denial. It was flu season but you could not possibly be getting a cold. The sore throat, just allergies. The runny nose, just from the cold weather. The fatigue that made you want to lay down forever, just because you had been working a lot.

You were not sick.

Aizawa on the other hand could see it before you had even noticed the symptoms. He was a teacher after all and nothing bred more illness than a school. Hero Academy included. He would suggest you get some extra rest or take something but you refused.

Pain pulsed in your skull, your throat burned and you had a cough that once it started didn’t stop. Not to mention the haze you were in, feeling disoriented and exhausted.

A hand touched your forehead as you lay in bed suffering the moments after waking up. “No fever, that’s a good sign,” Aizawa said sitting down, the weight of him on the bed next to you. “Sore throat?”

“Yeah,” You said, your voice barely working.

“Headache?” His voice was soothing, not too abrasive for your overwhelmed senses.

“Yeah,” It hurt to speak.

“Here’s some water,” He said helping you sit up to take a sip from your large water container you always toted around. You noted that he must have cleaned it out and refilled it since the water was icy.

“Thank you,” You said.

“Why don’t you take a hot shower, and change into your favorite bed clothes while I make you breakfast, yeah?” He said, his hand gently rubbing along your arm.

“Mhm,” You hummed. “Sounds nice.”

“Do you need help getting to the bathroom?” He asked.

“No,” You said sitting up, your head spinning for a moment. “Actually, maybe.”

Aizawa gave a soft small smile at your stubbornness even now. He helped you up, you were able to walk fine you just felt dizzy. He kept his arm around your shoulders just in case you got too dizzy.

“Thank you,” You said once you reached the bathroom, he made sure you were steady before leaving. You turned the shower water on hot before getting in. The warmth of the water did help your congestion and it was soothing. You stood there for way too long enjoying the steam before washing up. By the time you got out, there was a fresh warm towel and your favorite bedclothes folded on the counter. You smiled, Aizawa really spoiled you. Even more so when he knew you weren’t feeling good.

Returning to your bed you got back in, under the fluffy black comforter. You felt better even though taking a shower had been exhausting. Aizawa always knew best even when you didn’t want to admit it.

Aizawa returns with a tray table filled with food. You sit up, making sure the pillows are perfect as he sets down the tray. There’s miso soup with tofu and a bowl of rice as well as a cup of tea and medicine.

“Eat first and then take this medicine, it will help with the symptoms.” He said.

“Thank you, it looks good. I don’t know if I can taste though,” She joked.

“It will make you feel better that’s all that matters.” He said taking a spoonful of the soup before lifting it to your mouth.

If you told a younger version of yourself about this scene, your loving husband doting on you, feeding you soup, and bringing you everything you need while you’re sick. You would be shocked, perhaps even horrified.

For so long you had taken care of yourself through good and bad, you made yourself soup while you were sick. You pushed through it and did what you had to even if it meant passing out on the couch to take a nap in between taking care of yourself. You could never imagine letting someone dote on you to the point of feeding you.

Yet here you were. The journey had been long and not particularly easy. You could still remember the first time you had gotten sick, you denied it. Even as you struggled to stand, your face hot flushed with a fever. You had passed out and Aizawa carried you to bed. Even when you woke you tried to convince him you could get your own medicine and make your own soup. Aizawa had been patient but firm with you.

It had been hard to let someone take care of you but Aizawa made it easy. He was gentle and not condescending. It was so clear that everything he did was out of love, out of concern. It finally clicked when he had gotten sick, you wanted to do everything for him. You felt so helpless, you had wished you could take his pain away, even if it was just a cold.

Aizawa had struggled with being taken care of himself but with your new perspective, you had been able to convince him.

“I can get it myself,” He had said trying to get out of bed. You had pushed him gently back, he was too weak to resist.

“Remember when I was sick and trying to take care of myself?” You had asked. “You refused and took care of me. I still argued it then but now I get it.”

“Get it?” He questioned raising an eyebrow.

“I love you so much, I love taking care of you when you aren’t sick.” You said. “I hate seeing you like this the least I can do is take care of you since I can’t take this pain away.”

Your hand held his cheek, his dark eyes a bit hazy from the exhaustion of being sick but he was listening. “We aren’t alone anymore, we get to take care of each other, and accepting that care is just as much of a show of love as giving the care.”

Aizawa had smiled that warm smile of his and pulled you into a hug that did lead to you getting sick which meant you had to follow your own words by letting him take care of you when you were sick.

It was a process, learning to let someone care for you. He did it even when you weren’t sick, sometimes little things you almost missed like putting gas in your car or getting stuff off your grocery list. He never declared what he was doing looking for praise or fanfare. That didn’t mean you didn’t make a big deal out of it every time.

You did the same for him, the small things that helped daily life but you also loved shopping for him. The last thing Aizawa did was spoil himself. In fact, you weren’t sure you had ever seen him buy himself anything that was a luxury or a novelty. So you had taken it upon yourself to guess what things he might want if he ever did get it thought. You bought him fuzzy slippers with cats on them or a fictional book you thought he would like. Sometimes it was fancier things like cologne or a watch. Eventually, you got good at figuring out things he likes.

After eating your breakfast Aizawa took away the tray, leaving your tea on the bedside table. He returned and closed up the blinds making it dark in the room which made it a lot easier on your sensitive eyes. He crawled into bed with the remote putting on a show you had wanted to start for a while.

Despite how gross you looked and felt Aizawa pulled you in close, resting your head on his chest where you could still watch the show.

"You're gonna get sick," You mumbled against him, not exactly wanting him to move.

"I work at a school, my immune system is strong as it gets." He reassured you.

“If you get tired just sleep, I’ll pause the show.” He said softly, his hand rubbing your temple trying to alleviate the pain of your headache. “You need all the rest you can get.”

“Yes sir.” You said jokingly. You took his other hand in yours squeezing it gently. “Thank you again, for everything.”

“It’s nothing.” He dismissed.

“It’s everything,” You said moving his hand to your lips to press a kiss at the back of his hand. “You might want to wash your hand."

Aizawa laughed, your head moved against his chest.

“I love you,” He said.

“Love you more.” You replied.

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[neesieiumz]

BASOREXIA ⋰ ⟪A. SHOUTA ﹠ K. TAKAMI⟫

chapter four ↬ a divided night

professor!shouta aizawa x teaching-assistant!reader x professor!keigo takami

series warnings ↬ 18+, smut, power imbalances, dumbification, blackmail, infidelity, yandere tendencies, you’re probably not gonna like Hawks in this one, miscommunication, angst, stalking, dub-con, black-coded reader, soft-dom!Aizawa, power-dom!hawks (I don’t know if this is what you call it, but he relishes the power he has over you.), love corner (because it’s two people liking one person, making it a corner), hopeful happy ending.

series summary ↬ living on the edge, sleeping, and having a relationship with your boss was never on your bucket list but here you are. Locked within a tangle of arms together, you thought nothing could touch, but soon one will find out how much obsession can open all secrets. For both you and everyone around you.

chapter summary ↬ after two weeks of non-response from Keigo, you finnaly get a call from him today. Today, you'll learn just how far Keigo wants you to go? you'll do it right? after all, so much depends on you, right?

chapter warnings ↬ sm*t, 18+, minors do not interact. blow-jobs. slight face-fucking. cow-girl position. // blackmail. dubious-con. cunnilingus. fingering. yandere tendencies.

word count ↬ 4.5k

Nothing.

No texts. No calls. No emails. No nothing from Keigo. Nothing. 

A week had passed since that fateful dinner, something that changed the course of your life of course. After the dinner, he suddenly disappeared, soon learning he went to a two-week-long conference out of the country. 

On purpose, you thought to yourself, as you lay in bed, draping yourself on Shouta’s warm body. Lifting your head slightly, you glanced over at your phone, face down against the wooden nightstand. Letting out a silent breath as you rested your head against him again. The sun was barely peeking through the curtains, indicative of a new day approaching. You twisted your body, Shouta’s own unconsciously reacting to your movements as you laid stomach-down against him. Using your hands to rest your chin, feeling his chest heave slowly, up and down. His hands had readjusted themselves, resting underneath your bare ass, holding you close to him. Smirking, an idea popping into your head, as you begin to shuffle, moving yourself lower and lower. You came face to face with his boxers, his erection pressing against them, threatening to come out with one move. 

You looked back up at his resting face, before glancing back down at your task at hand. Thumbing at the elastic hem, you slowly pulled down the fabric, his length springing up from its confinements. You pulled the rest of the boxers down for some freeing space, before wrapping your hand around him. Gasping as you leaned forwards, placing a few kisses up and down. Soon you stuck your tongue, gliding yourself up and down, your hand following along. Shouta let out a deep groan, still deep in his sleep, his body moving around. Smirking, continuing your actions as your thumb soon reached up to his thick mushroom-like tip, pre-cum dribbling out of him, trailing down. Your tongue soon reaches the tip as well, swirling it around before taking it, sucking on it slowly. Slowly and slowly, you swallowed him more and more, using your hands to cover what you couldn't. 

The slightly salty taste didn't deter you, letting out a slight moan as you could feel his tip hitting the back of your throat. You drooled all over him as you sucked away at him, stretching your throat around him. You could feel your pussy throb as you gagged around him, your slick dripping down the back and your inner thighs. Your hands worked around the thick length of his cock, the slippery spit helping you. Tears welled in your eyes, your soft moans vibrating through him. Shouta’s groans and gasps echoed throughout the room, along with the wet sounds of your actions. His body jerked and trembled underneath you, before feeling his rough hands slowly sliding up your body. Glancing up, you locked eyes with dark brown ones, still heavy with sleep. Cheeks curling into a smirk, you continued to swallow him down, the feeling of his eyes on you phishing you to go faster and faster. 

“Fuck, just like that,” he groaned, his hands soon reaching up to your wrapped-up hair, his large hands grabbing at it, guiding your head up and down his cock. 

Gasping, coming up for a few breaths, spit and drool dripping from your lips, your hand still twisting around him. Before you could go back down, you could feel his hands leave your head, going right back to your waist. Squealing as he suddenly pulled you up, straddling you right onto his waist, giggling as you towered over him. His legs bent upwards, stabilizing himself as he lifted you up. Letting out a loud, gaspy moan as he slowly slid himself into you. The stretch was slightly painful, as neither of you prepped, but that didn't stop you. Your hands flew up to his shoulders, your nails digging into his bare skin as he sunk further and further into you. You whimpered as he thrust into you one time, testing the waters.

He hummed and waited a few moments before doing it again, this time you whimpered dripping with pleasure instead of pain. 

“Shouta,” you gasped, clenching around him as he speedily thrust into you, taking in every sound that you make. 

He said nothing, only humming as his hands rested on your ass, easily lifting you up and down his cock. Your moans soon got louder and louder, echoing against the otherwise empty room you both lay in. You moved your head down to look at him, his eyes closed, face contorted in pleasure. Smiling, one of your hands reaching up, thumb stroking at his face. Slowly, your hips ground against him, following along with his rhythm. You could feel his hands squeeze at your sides, keeping you stable as you rocked yourself as well, following along. The two of you locked eyes, looking into his deep brown ones, gazing down at his rough stubble. Your hands were stretched out, pressing against his naked chest, feeling the hairs on his chest scratching against your palms. Head thrown back in pleasure, spit dripping from your mouth as your mind hazed over. 

Legs trembling, your eyes rolled back to your head as you were thrust into your orgasm. Your nails dug moons into his skin, stabilizing yourself from the erotic feeling. Shouta let off heavy grunts before reaching his own climax, letting off low moans as he filled you up. Breathing heavily, slumping up against his sweaty body, laying across his chest. You could feel his hands sliding up and down your back, his actions providing an unknown comfort. As your mind and body began to relax, eyes lowering further and further, you couldn't help that one last glance before turning your head and body, facing your lover. His head was turned from you, his phone in hand. Glancing over at the screen, you could tell he was scrolling through emails, rolling his eyes at certain ones. Glancing down at his face one more time, you couldn't help the swell within your heart as you pushed yourself up, kissing up along his beard. 

Shouta groaned which formed into a deep chuckle as he suddenly placed his phone down before turning and facing you. You giggled as he basically scooped you into his arms, pushing right back into your previous position, straddling him, and pressing against his now soft dick. 

“Insatiable, is what I should call you?” His morning voice was so much deeper than his regular one, and his regular one was already so deep. 

The low vibrations only caused you to ache further, inhaling and breathing out slowly, lowly moaning as well. 

“I can’t help it, when you look like that,” your voice alluring to him as his hands slide right back down to your waist, beginning to continue your ride as well.

You were still dripping wet, a mix of both his and your juices mixing and sopping out of you. Just as you were about to reach down and put him right back inside of you. A sudden sound jolted the both of you. The two of you glanced over to your left, seeing your phone rigging and vibrating against the nightstand. Sighing, you leaned over as much as you could, grabbing the device off the table. Your eyes glanced down at the caller ID before widening in complete shock. 

Keigo is calling…

Your heart was beating in between your ears, you could do nothing but stare at the screen. You must have been staring for too long because Shouta’s voice soon cut through your trance, “are you going to answer that?”

Inhaling sharply, you turned to look at him, “hmm? Oh..” you started, looking back at your phone.

“...yeah, give me a minute, “ you mumbled, swinging your leg off of him and the bed. 

On the floor, you grabbed his shirt before flinging it on and walking to the bathroom. You opened the door before closing it behind you, before walking over to the toilet, opening it up, and sitting right on top of it. Your hands were shaking, you could barely move your thumb to the white and green sliding button. 

You answered the call. 

“Hello…”

“Heyyy, good morning? Hope I didn’t wake you up!”

He answered as if nothing was amiss between the two of you like it was him calling to see if your plans to go to the coffee shop were still on. 

You sniffed a bit before answering, “umm no, I was… I was already awake.”

He hummed, “that’s good, that’s good. Listen, I was wondering if you had any free time today to hang out this morning, head over to the coffee shop we always go to?”

“Um… I don’t know if I’m free right now…?”

“Oh no, that’s perfectly fine! I understand this was all short notice.”

You almost sighed in relief but you held that until you pressed the glaring red button. Just as you were about to say your goodbyes, Keigo suddenly cut in. 

“But you’ll be free tonight right?”

You blinked, heart racing again, “to…tonight?”

He hummed, “yes tonight, you’ll come to the address I’ll send you right? Be there at 8?”

“Keigo, I—”

You could feel your heart dropping as Keigo’s tone suddenly turned into a desolate coldness you had only a taste of during the dinner, “it’d be in your best interest if you were free tonight.”

Blinking away the tears, you slowly nodded your head, sniffing a bit, “okay, okay… I’m free tonight.”

“Wonderful! I’ll see you tonight!”

Click.

Whole body shaking, you could help the fumble as you tried to catch your phone, but it was no use, the electronic device clanging and hitting the floor. You covered your mouth, muffling the frantic sobs that were beginning to spill out of your mouth. You sank to the floor, hitting your head against the sink cabinet. Tears burned in your eyes, nearly blinding you as you tried to blink and wipe them away but it was no use, the hot liquid streaming down your face. The heavy sinking feeling within grew larger, like a ball of lead habituating within your stomach. Your mind was hazed, like black smoke slowly filling your thoughts, and your senses, you could only rock yourself, hoping to find some kind of lifeline, but you were hanging on by a thread.

What were you going to do? Do you tell Shouta, do you just break things off with him and continue… whatever Keigo was offering towards you? Or do you lie to him… lie to him about what Keigo has been sending you? Lie to him and not tell him how he’s been stalking the two of you since the summer times?

Knock. Knock. Knock. 

You gasp, looking towards the door, your eyes clearing as you heard his voice. 

“Love… are you okay?”

Inhaling sharply, you pushed yourself up as quickly as you could, turning to look at yourself in the mirror. You turned on the sink, cupping your hands underneath the running water before splashing your face multiple times to clean your face of the snot that had begun to drop down your face, as well as the tears that had dried and made white streaks against your face. Grabbing the towel, begin to wipe your face before walking towards the door, and opening it. You looked up at Shouta, taking on a confused look on your face. 

“Yeah, everything’s fine, just got a call from my mom, about my grandmother? She… she had a real bad scare but they said she’ll be fine.”

Your grandmother was currently in hospice, in the final year of her life. You felt slightly sick to use her life as an excuse for your troubles, but you had no other way to explain your red eyes and croaky voice. Shouta’s face turned from confused to a more wistful look. He reached out towards you, pulling you into an embrace. All you could feel was his red-hot guilt running through you. You don’t deserve his comfort, you don’t deserve his hugs, his love, and his tranquility that he brings with him. You soon wrapped your arms around him, your tears only reigniting, the salty liquid hitting Shouta’s bare skin. 

You may not deserve his comfort, but by god, were you going to take what you could. 

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You stood in front of the house, the large frame daunting in front of you. It was a modern house with a contemporary style, as if he was trying to show off in every aspect. Every light was off, including the ones decorating the edges of the very large driveway, which conveniently, only had one car in front of it. It was the one you would see him drive all the time. So you knew, this was his home.

You wore a large, leather coat, one of the many gifts Shouta had given you. Two hours before arriving here, you got another text from Keigo, it was a picture of you, during the summer. You were alone in said picture, but you knew the implications behind it and just happened to see familiar dark hair standing not too far from you. 

Wear the outfit you wore in this picture, exactly to the tee. 

It was a black jean mini-skirt, with chains wrapped and hanging on the fabric as well, along with a lace-see-through bodysuit. You had paired it with the long leather coat along with knee-length platform combat boots as well as see-through black stockings with black dots all over them. The hairstyles were different of course, you had your natural hair pressed and flat iron in a silk press while your hair is currently in butterfly locs right now. Sighing as you slide away from the pictures, before suddenly landing on a picture you took of you and Shouta a while back. You couldn’t stop the smile that appeared on your face as you

Your phone buzzed in your hands, lifting up to see a text from Keigo. 

Are you gonna stand outside and catch a cold, or are you gonna come inside?

You gazed up at the house once again, before letting out a breath and walking up towards the door. You could do nothing but the sounds of your heavy breathing and your boots hitting the pavement. You soon stood before the door, hand shaking as you curled your hand into a fist before knocking on it one, two, three times. You brought your hand down, hands fidgeting at your side. 

He didn’t come to the door, the cool wind blowing at your side. Was he watching you stand out here? You shuffled a bit, side to side. He definitely knew you were out here, as evidenced by the text he sent you. You picked up your phone, glancing at the text still lingering around on your lock screen. 

The deadlock clicked, your eyes widening as the sound of the doorknob turning caught your attention. The door barely squeaked as it was opening. Standing behind the construct was the man himself. He wasn’t in the fancy attire you had last seen him in, rather he was wearing a baggy shirt, along with some gray sweatpants, hanging off of his waist. His amber eyes gazed down at you, lingering off your figure before looking at you dead in your eyes. The sudden sharp look jolted you, taking a step back in shock. 

He then smirked, before taking a step back, turning his body so you could enter the home, his arm gesturing out for you to do so. With no other option, you entered his abode. 

The decor of his home shocked you a bit, expensive looking, one might think too expensive for a professor’s salary. The entire right wall was made of windows, allowing you to see the greenery behind you along with the sun-setting sky. He could feel his aura standing right behind you, as you moved into his living room. There were a multitude of couches spread out throughout the large living room. 

“Pick anywhere to sit at, make yourself comfortable.” He called out in front of you, before brushing past you, heading towards something that looked like a kitchen area. 

You could only nod your head, before walking towards the couch that faced the large fireplace, which was on, heating and illuminating the room. You rubbed your hands together, to gather heat between your hands. You could hear the clacking of glass and proline against each other in the background for a bit before the sound of the footsteps replaced it. Looking over to your left, you found Keigo walking towards you, holding a tray in his hands. 

He came around you, placing the tray right on the expensive coffee table right in front of you. In the tray, you saw an assortment of different treats, along with two steaming hot cups of what looked like hot chocolate. Your eyes caught movement as you glanced up, seeing his form walk access the space between you and the table before taking a seat a few inches away from you. 

“I just got back from a really big conference, so I couldn’t do much grocery shopping but there was the sweet store and bakery that I thought you might really enjoy! You like wafer cookies, right?”

You blinked, wafer cookies were your favorite cookies, you almost always got them whenever you went out to bakeries and sweet shops. You glanced down at the tray before making eye contact with a multitude of different colored wafer cookies. Green-colored matcha-flavored, there was a light pink strawberry-flavored cookie, with the filling squished in between them. Chocolate flavored, and your favorite flavor, vanilla. 

You nodded your head, before looking away from the table, looking at the carpet resting on top of the brown porcelain floors. Cold hands jolted you as you felt pads of fingers pressing into your face before the hand turned you towards your right. 

“Come on,” he smiled, although his smile did not reach his eyes. 

“I put in all that work in Paris to get you these snacks, you don’t know who I had to bribe in order to get this back here.” In his other hand, he held the creme-colored wafer in his hands, holding up close to plump, glossy lips. 

With a singular press, you held back a whine as you slowly opened your mouth. Keigo smirked, before prodding the sweet into your mouth. You bit down, a noticeable soft crunch before the saccharine flavor hit your tongue oh-so-perfectly. The vanilla bean was noticeable, paired with most high-grade sugar along with the perfect crunch of the wafer cookie. This was superior to the wafer cookies you would buy at the grocery stores. You hated how much you enjoyed it, how much the flavor, the filling, and the cookie melted on your tongue. You swallowed the dessert, already missing the flavor before feeling the slighted ragged edge pressed up against your lips. 

Keigo continued to feed you the cookie, following up with another flavor as well. He wouldn't let you feed yourself the cookies, possibly fulfilling one of the many things he wanted you to do. By the time he stopped, he had fed you one of every flavor, which was quite a few before suddenly lifting up one of the streaming cups up to your face. 

“Drink,” his voice was soft, but there was a stern tone, he wasn’t asking.

You bent your head over slightly, pushing your locs away from the side of your face, before taking a long sip of the smooth, silky hot chocolate, perfectly sweetened to the taste. You couldn't help but shiver as it hit your stomach, warming you from the inside. Keigo said nothing, shifting around a bit as he placed the cup down. You could only gaze down at your hands, seeing how the slight tremble was beginning to stop, your once nerve-wracking heart palpitations slowing down. Closing your eyes, sighing as you lean back against the leather couch, the cold feel only allows you to relax further. 

The press of something soft had you opening your eyes, making eye contact with a Keigo holding a soft white napkin in his hands.

“Here, you have some crumbs on your face.”

Before you could protest, he pressed the wipe on your face a little harder, not enough to wipe away the makeup you had put on your face but enough to wipe away the mess you had made. You sat still, waiting for him to finish on his fonding. You took the time to really take in his home. With the lavishness and modernity of it all, you wonder just what he does for the university to make a living like this. You couldn't help but compare to Shouta’s quaint two-story home, and wondered…

Just how much power did Keigo have?

With money comes power, and in comparison, Keigo… Keigo may have the upper hand. 

“... hello… hello?”

A snap broke you out of your trance, gasping a bit before quickly turning to the right, seeing Keigo’s concerned expression on you.

“Hey, you okay?” He placed a large hand on your knee.

It was like lightning struck, as you felt his caressing and rubbing away at your smooth skin, the softness of his in rough comparison to Shouta’s own. His hand slid down towards your inner thigh, all while his fingers rubbed circles in your skin. You let off a breathy gasp, cutting yourself off as you felt that familiar ache. You nodded your head, albeit a bit shaky as you tried to move a little to the left. His soft touch suddenly turned harsh, gripping your thigh and commanding in his own right. His face didn’t match the grip, the “concern” only shining further as he got closer to you. 

“No, no you don’t look all right, you look tense…” His hand slid down further, a slight squeak erupting from your lips. 

You tried to grab his hand, a last respite, but his other hand came up around, grabbing your hand before guiding it towards your other thigh. He used your hand and his one to part your thigh before the original hand continued toward your now-moist panties. You can feel his fingers slowly press against the fabric, right on top of your clit. The sudden feeling had you squirming in his hold

“Just let me help you,” he whispered, moving his head right near your ear. 

“Keigo… Keigo wait ,” you tried to interrupt but he immediately cut you off, by suddenly tugging your panties to the side. 

Your calls went unanswered, cut off as he slipped a finger into your wet pussy.

“Shush… shh …” he whispered, “do exactly what I say when I say it. You remember right?”

The flashes of Bambino enter your mind, the dinner that sets everything off for you and the next possible course of your life. Jet black hair and dark brown eyes flashed in your mind. You had to get him off of you somehow, but then something else popped into your mind. The texts, the emails, the pictures, the damning evidence that can ruin both your and Shouta’s lives together. The plans you had made after you had graduated, everything… 

You let out a choked moan as Keigo sunk another finger into you, curling up right up to your g-spot. His fingers were wet with your lube, he moved them slowly in and out within you. Deeper and deeper you fell as he pressed his thumb against your clit, not before dipping it in your juices before doing so. Your body arched against the couch as he did so, squeezing and clenching around his long fingers. 

“You feel good, baby?” He mumbled in your ear. 

You didn’t say anything, you couldn’t say anything, you could tremble in his hold as he twisted and coiled his fingers. You could only let out another moan as you hunch forward as your leg quivered, clenching tighter around him. Your lower abdomen felt ablaze as tears fell down your face you let out a sudden screech, your climax hitting you at a sudden full speed. Your nails dug into your thighs as you spilled over, having a death clench around his fingers. With a heavy breath, you fell back against the couch, sweat dripping down your face. An emptiness echoed in you as Keigo slowly pulled his fingers out of you. With what strength you could muster, you turned your head to look at him just as he placed them right on his tongue, letting off a muted moan as he sucked the juices off of them. 

After a few seconds, he pulled his fingers out, wiping his salvia on his sweatpants. Finding yourself, you placed your hands on either side of you, before beginning to push yourself up. Keigo must have heard you move because you felt two hands suddenly come up at your hips before suddenly turning your body. You squealed, back hitting the seats of the couch, long locs spread out under you. Your skirt rode up to your hips, revealing your pulled-back panties and soaked pussy to him. 

“Wait, wait what are you doing now…? Did you get what you wanted?”

He only smirked, pulling your legs closer towards his hunched form, “that was just to help you relax, this is what i really wanted.”

He pushed your legs back as far as they could while still wearing the dress. You could feel his fingers curled underneath the fabric of your underwear, before basically ripping it off your body, throwing it onto the floor. With no other warning, he went at you like a madman, sucking and eating away at your cunt. Keigo sucked at your already sensitive clit, causing you to squeal and buck in his hold. 

“Oh my god,” your voice cut in through the sound echoing through the house. 

“Fuck, I can taste him… you were with him this morning weren’t you?”

You could only let out a whine, body shaking as much as could whilst he pinned you down. 

Keigo lifted his face slightly before spitting right in your sopping cunt before diving back into you. Your back arched against the couch, unable to grapes anything. You could feel his tongue flicking your clit before his lips would wrap around it, sucking away at it. He was so messy with it, unlike Shouta, who would prefer for you to sit on his face and was a bit more refined with it. You could feel his lips smirking against you as he licked up and down, his tongue sticking into your hole. You couldn't help but take a glance at Kiego, seeing his face with your juices. The sight only caused you to lurch and buck right into his face.

“Oh,” his voice vibrates right against your clit, causing you to let out a gasp and moan, “someone’s enjoying themselves. What would dear ol’ Aizawa say?” He teased, laying long wet kisses right on your clit. 

“Don’t worry,” he said, causing you to look back down at him. 

“It’ll be our little secret.” 

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[faulty-writes]

Hi, hello!

I found your blog on accident, but it was a really good accident. I love how you write for bnha boys and girls, haven't seen that of an accurate descriptions in a while! It's really enjoyable.

Could I request a female reader with Stymphalian Bird like quirk? Like reader has big wings with very sharp, metal feathers that she can use as blades or just shoot them out. She also has sharp claws that administer poison to the wounds and sharp teeth. Because of that, as her quirk is pretty deadly, she became a villain due to harassment and bullying, but she never kills or severely injures anyone, mostly just destroying property and stealing. However, due to the scale of the attacks, she is considered dangerous, high ranking villain.

But she does it rather to spend her anger and survive rather than actually trying to hurt anyone.

For the Bois Like Hawks, Aizawa and Izuku?

You don't have to write it if you don't want to, I tend to overcomplicate things 😅

[ I'm happy it was a happy accident for you! Apologies that this took longer than expected. Life sucks sometimes. But I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. ]

It didn't take a genius to figure out that while you were a high-ranking villain, you never actually shed the blood of the innocent. That's what he found most peculiar, and after months of hounding Madam President, he was finally assigned to apprehend you. Of course, he'd use that as an excuse to find out more about you and more importantly, why you spared innocent lives.

"Sorry there," the sound of your metal feathers crashing against the vacant building was a sound he wouldn't forget. "Guess I'm just a little faster than you, nice try though," he said at your first meeting. He recalled the way you growled, staring up at him with those intense eyes before again trying to strike him down.

Connecting with you was more challenging than he thought. This was even after expressing his interest in getting to know you. He even ventured as far as trying to gain your sympathy by sharing a little bit of his past, namely that his father was a villain and that's why he could understand where you were coming from, but you knew the real reason he told you this was because he hoped you'd open up. But no, you were stubborn and refused to tell a "hero" anything.

"Even with those sharp claws and teeth, you can still be a hero!" He yelled one day while engaged in another furious battle with you. His body had received a few scratches but nothing lethal, of course even if it were, he wouldn't care. He only wanted to convince you that you could still save yourself from this villainous path.

"Heh, well, it looks like you caught me," he joked, daring to smile as you pinned him against the wall with a satanic snarl. "But what's this? Not gonna use your poison, what gives? Or are you just too scared to use it?" His words sent a violent tremble through your body and as capable as you were of poisoning him, you backed away.

"You know, not that I'm much for looks even though I'm considered gorgeous by most, but you should smile more. You'd look even more beautiful than you are." You weren't sure if he meant that to be insulting or not, but why would you smile when you had sharp dangerous-looking teeth?

The two of you were locked in a fierce hand-to-hand combat session when you first met. You scared some innocent civilians and panic arose. Shota was the first on the scene and made the first move. However, he ultimately ended the fight because there was no illegal quirk usage on your end and that meant no crime was committed. You thought that would be the last time you'd see him.

He recognized your potential from the start, and while your skills could be used for a heroic purpose you were still a villain and one, he intended on stopping, yet he wasn't beyond trying to reason with you. He'd always say something along the lines of "I could care less about detaining you, but you could channel your quirk for a greater purpose." Often his words were met with more retaliation.

He taught his students about the dangers of vigilantism. There was no excuse for what they did. They were criminals, and yet he couldn't help but compare you to a young man he met years ago. He was a vigilante, but Shota let his antics slide and never thought he'd let that happen again but something inside him kept calling him back to you.

He knew it was foolish and dangerous to track you down, and he'd never forget the feeling of your claws digging into his flesh and the sickening feeling of his life slipping away because of the poison that ran through his body. Yet, even as he lay in the hospital bed, he knew that your intention wasn't to kill him and that he'd pursue you again.

You weren't sure if you were angry or relieved when he ambushed you in the alleyway. However, how he smirked at you when you pinned him against the wall with your feathers made you feel uneasy as did his words. "You didn't intend to kill me. If you really want a change in perspective, Yuuei can help you." He acted as though he cared, and you hated that.

"Don't just stand there, we may be heroes, but we all agreed to help you, and in exchange, your villain record will be erased." This was the compromise you had reached with Shota after months of arguments and being at each other's throats, you finally agreed to at least see the world of heroes. In return, Shota had promised no harm would come to you, and it was almost funny or pathetic that you believed him.

"I...I just w-want to know more about y-your quirk!" His words were coated in fear, and his eyes were fixated on your claws that were mere inches from his face. But his words also made you stop and think for a moment before declaring him a fool and shoving him to the ground.

His frequent visits quickly annoyed you, so you decided to poison the annoying pest to finally make him leave you alone. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case. Izuku returned after being released from the hospital. "I k-know you didn't mean to kill me! A-and that means t-that you have c-compassion!" His words were greeted with laughter. Yes, quite a stupid kid he was.

"W-why did you become a villain? Your q-quirk may seem dangerous, b-but if…if you really want, I can s-support you because I think…I think you'd make a wonderful h-hero!" A small amount of blood was shed when your claws swiped across his face, but you knew no matter how much pain you inflicted on him, he'd keep returning.

"Here, I t-thought you might be h-hungry!" You weren't sure if you were hateful or grateful because Izuku brought you food. "You n-need to eat! Even v-villains…n-not that I think you are o-one, need…need to eat!" You could hardly believe that you thanked him for said food, but hell…it was less work on your part. Villains didn't exactly get a paycheck, so you mostly relied on stealing and scaring others to get food or material means.

When he showed you his notebook and all the details, he had written about you, it changed something. It made you think and wonder why he was so interested in a villain like you. However, thinking back to your previous encounters, you realized it wasn't because he looked at you as a villain but as a person with a troubled past.

When he started bringing his "friends" to you to prove that not all heroes would judge you, there was a certain rage that seeped deep inside you. The last thing you wanted was more annoying brats around, but to your surprise, they were curious and accepting about you and spoke highly of Izuku and you almost hated yourself for agreeing that the once annoying pest was…pleasant to be around.

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[duxearlier]

FATED LOVE

< aizawa shouta x reader >

Synopsis: After graduating u.a, y/n l/n left Japan to pursue their career in America, leaving all of their friends behind. Few years later, they finally return and the first person they see is no other than their ex-boyfriend Aizawa Shota bringing back some old feelings that they never thought would come back.

warning: Spoiler warning, swearing, yelling, bullying.

genre: Ex lovers to lovers, angst, hurt, fluff, lots of lots of hurt tho-. It does get better at the end. I promise.

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CHAPTER ONE || WELCOME HOME

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