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could u do a uni professor aizawa and a student reader where she goes to a cafe that’s not well known sometimes and orders something and sits in the corner and just breaks down once in a while late at night (the cafe is 24/7). And on one of those nights her professor (aizawa) comes in and takes to her and tells her to let it all out on him and pretend she doesn’t know him. ❤️❤️

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word count: 2k

summary: he usually hates his students. what makes you so different?

warning: 18+; taboo relationships; teacher x student; masturbation; manipulation; age gap; kidnapping; noncon touching; strict professor aizawa; determined izuku

a/n: my hubbyyyy ! wanted to try a new writing format now that I’m back :) enjoy my luvvies <3 i'll proofread in the morning as alwaysss

Yandere! Professor Aizawa couldn't care any less about his students.

He is solely there to make sure they pass and keep it pushing.

But he doesn't make it easy for them either.

He's known on campus for having ridiculously high standards for his students, therefore he's a tough grader.

So when you showed up, you were no different from his other students.

Anxious whenever you stepped into his class. Worried that you'd maybe fail or do something he wouldn't approve of.

You made sure to not step out of line in any way. You'd never ask questions when you needed to, scared of being degraded. There were times when you even had to use the restroom but held it because you knew that if you stepped out for even a second, you'd miss plenty of information that he wouldn't be willing to repeat just for you.

His obsession (unbeknownst to him) began when he noticed that you often visited the cafe he did.

A small cafe that barely anybody he knew personally went to. It was a cozy, dimly lit cafe that nestled in a quiet corner of the city.

It was nearly always empty, with only a few patrons scattered about, absorbed in their own conversations and treats.

Most importantly; none of his students went there.

He purposely avoided going to places he knew his students went to in order to avoid small talk. He found it to be stress inducing.

It also gave him some peace and quiet. A chance for him to relax on the weekends.

Every Sunday, he would go in, order the same coffee, and sit down in the same corner booth by the same window. Usually fixated on a small notebook filled with incomprehensible scribbles.

His unruly black hair would be up in a ponytail, strands falling messily in front of his eyes.

Every Sunday, you would come in, order the same tea, and sit down in the booth across from him.

From what he saw, you never noticed him. Once your head was in your laptop, it never came out.

Whenever he would walk by your booth, he would see clearly what you were so focused on.

You were studying the material for his class.

He was surprised since majority of this students turn in work only a couple hours before the due date every Monday morning.

He hated rushed work.

But you took time out of your weekend to actually get things done.

He respected it.

Not long after, the sight of you became... delicate to him.

During tests he gave the class, he would sit behind his desk, appearing to be busy with a stack of papers.

His attention wasn't on the papers.

It was on you.

His diligent, hard-working student that sat in the middle of the classroom.

His favorite pastime was pretending to grade assignments when in reality he would steal glances at you. Gawking of your cuteness.

The way you bit your lip in concentration, or the subtle tap of your pen against the desk when deep in thought, he couldn't forget whenever you'd glance up at the clock and a hint of worry would cross your face as you realized time ticked away.—it all fascinated him.

So imagine how much he hated putting in your final grade for that test; A D.

That next Sunday at the cafe, you sat alone at the booth again. This time, you were just resting your head on your hand, forcing yourself to eat a whole bunch of pastries in an attempt to make yourself feel better.

Your hands trembled as you clutched the sheet of paper with the big D in the top corner in red ink.

Tears welled in your eyes, blurring the harsh feedback on the test you'd received not too long ago. The harsh reality of your impending failure in Professor Aizawa's class weighed heavily on your shoulders.

You bit your lip to stifle a sob, your breaths coming in uneven bursts. As the tears streamed down your cheeks, you barely noticed the figure approaching the table you were sitting at. It was none other than Professor Aizawa himself.

It was him. His appearance was difference, you almost didn't recognize him. You couldn't tell if it was from the fact that you sat so far away from him majority of the time, maybe you just weren't used to seeing him up close.

You'd never seen him with his hair out of his face either. The scar under his right eye made him look more intimidating than he already was. But he was still handsome.

"May I sit down?" he asked softly, his voice more comforting than you'd ever heard it in class.

You nodded, unable to trust your own voice. You quickly wiped your tears with the back of your hand and tried to hide the crumpled test paper, but it was too late. He'd already seen why you were in so much distress.

He settled into the chair across from your, his eyes fixed on your face. He was still very intense, but the way he spoke, you could tell that he was being nice.

"I thought you could use some company."

You attempted to smile, but it came out as a quiver of your lips. "Professor Aizawa, I... I don't know what to do. I'm on the verge of failing your class."

He leaned forward, his gaze unwavering. "Failing is a part of learning, darling," he said, his voice carrying some tenderness. "It doesn't define your worth."

You nodded, your tears subsiding slightly as his words offered a glimmer of hope. "I'm just so embarrassed..." you admitted, your voice trembling.

He leaned back, his arms in his lap. He contemplated on reaching out and gently placing a hand on yours. He needed to know if your skin was warm and soft. "Don't be," he said. "I believe in your potential more than you know. You just need to focus on how you're going to rise from the defeat."

You looked into his eyes, your heart fluttering as you saw a depth of emotion you'd never expected to see from the man.

That vulnerable moment seemed to draw the two of you closer.

Whenever you struggled with any assignments, you wouldn't hesitate to approach Professor Aizawa for help.

Surprisingly,, he offered to tutor you outside of class hours. Your first study date being at the cafe of course.

Opposed from his usual style of teaching in the classroom, with you he would patiently explain the work until you were able to grasp it.

Weeks went by and the tutoring sessions became a regular occurrence. Aizawa's hard exterior cracked more little by little with every meeting.

You found yourself not only excelling in his class but also developing a bond with him.

Soon enough boundaries were broken between student and teacher when you found the interactions not stopping at academic matters.

You both shared interests in books, music, art, food. And naps.

One evening, after another successful session of studying, he suggested you both go to a local jazz club to unwind.

You agreed with a smile on your face.

He was thrilled at the thought of spending more time with you.

His little secret.

Sometimes he believed he was way too old to be crushing on some girl. Let alone a student of his.

But those thoughts didn't threaten to bother his mind when he was watching you. Nor when he was in his bed at night, his cock in his hand, pumping up and down to the thought of ruining you.

Fucking his load back into you when it leaks out while making you ride his big cock.

That's why he loved to sleep.

He loved to dream.

One afternoon, as you both strolled through a park, the leaves crunching beneath their feet, Aizawa finally acknowledged the truth he had been avoiding.

He'd fallen in love with you.

He knew what he was admitting to was wrong. He swore to himself that his students would never be anything more than just his students.

Why did you have to come into his life and ruin that?

But he couldn't lie to himself any longer.

You both sat on a bench, engrossed in an adorable conversation about your pet guinea pig back at home.

Unbeknownst to you, a male classmate, who'd been had been harboring a secret crush on you for some time, was watching you.

He was a little bit of a nerd, you couldn't lie. You had no interest in him, so you rejected him as politely as you could. He often watched you from afar, admiring your dedication and kindness.

Today, curiosity had gotten the better of him. He'd seen you and Aizawa from a distance, and unable to control his urge to know more, he approached you two, unaware of the true nature of your relationship with the older man.

"Hey!" Midoriya called out with a friendly smile, causing both you and Aizawa to look up in surprise.

Your cheeks flushed slightly as you greeted him awakrdly, "Hi, Deku. What brings you here?"

His smile widened as he approached. "I was just passing by and saw you."

Aizawa couldn't hide his annoyance. He had been enjoying a moment with you only for another student of his to come and ruin it. He shoud be more worried that he's being seen with you outside of class, but he was more bothered that the green-haired kid couldn't take a hint.

Nevertheless, he maintained his stoic demeanor.

You tried to defuse the tension by coming up with a lie. "Yeah, I was walking in the park and saw Professor Aizawa so I decided that instead of waiting till Monday, I could ask a question for an upcoming assignment..."

Aizawa nodded, his eyes narrowing slightly. You were a terrible liar.

Midoriya took a seat beside you. "Oh, you could've asked me too, y'know! Do you still have my number?"

You hesitated for a moment, unsure of how much you should reveal. "Um, no, Deku-"

Aizawa's irritation grew, and he decided to steer the conversation "Midoriya," he started, "Shouldn't you be studying for that retake? You wouldn't want to have an F in my class, would you?"

Midoriya's eyes widened and he shook his head, bowing a few times. "Of course not, Sir! I'll be sure to not disappoint you!"

He excused himself, leaving you and Aizawa alone once more, but not after handing you a piece of paper with his number on it.

Aizawa knew he needed to act sooner than later.

Beneath his calm exterior, a dark obsession was slowly taking hold of his heart.

Aizawa’s initial admiration turned into something much more sinister when he found himself becoming possessive of you, unable to bear the thought of you being with anyone else.

He began to watch your every move, studying your interactions with other students and teachers.

With time, his actions became more extreme. He started to manipulate situations to ensure that he was always the one by your side.

Asking you to stay after class, keeping you out for longer than you’d hoped.

Out of seemingly nowhere, his obsession reached its peak.

The thought of you being away from him any longer, he finally made the decision to keep you.

He snuck into your dorm, his heart pounding as he’d never don’t anything like this before. But he trusted himself.

He didn’t pay to watch those kidnapping tutorial videos for nothing.

He picked the locked carefully and silently entered your room.

You were sleeping peacefully. He touched your hand and you were so warm.

Just like he expected.

His hands went up to caress your cheek, then you stirred. Your eyes fluttering open, only to be met with the sight of your professor looming over you.

Fear gripped your heart as you realized the danger you were in. You tried to scream, but he swiftly covered your mouth, his grip firm and unyielding.

He whispered in your ear, his voice dripping with affection.

“I really wish I could love you the normal way. But you’re gonna have to get used to… whatever this is.

“Now behave and I’ll let you keep that A+.”

You wished that was the least of your worries.

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yandere-kokeshi · 1 year

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Hey! Love your works! 🙇‍♀️

I was hoping to request a mha where darling is somehow able to start an escape. But once she's on the edge of being able to get to the outside world she panics and runs back to their yandere very upset.

Hope that makes sense 😅 and no pressure if this one doesn't interest you. Much love and hope you are doing well 🖤

— Wanna be a brat? I'll treat you like one

Warnings: yandere behavior, slight violence, reader being bratty, drugging (reader drugs Aizawa), and yelling.

Oh boy!! Please excuse me if this is to cliche! I was watching The Invisible Man while writing this; so I may have gotten ideas from it. Hope you enjoy regardless!

(P.S, sorry it took so long for me to answer this. I'm so sorry :((!!)

Everything wasn’t enough.

When you ran to the door, it was double locked. Too many bolts to recognize, so many codes and digits that made your brain swirl in circles.

Trying to pry a window open resulting in you hurting yourself — as well as getting your favorite things taken away as ‘punishments’.

Really, it was fucking hell.

That door slightly cracked open? You took your chance to run, scramble against the floor as you heard him yell your name, suddenly being pulled back by thick rope, right back into the arms of your captor.

The same glare, scowl, and tightening hold on you always irritated you — “Why run? I have everything for you, what more do you want?”

You wanted to go home! Not stay here by force, and end up as a good ol’ housewife that you may or may not shape into a sweet doll. It was humiliating to sit there and watch you leave.

Whenever you acted out, he always shook it off as fear and anger; “I understand your upset.”

HA! Yeah, right. You took me by force, dickhead. You have no idea what it’s like.

But, when you had those bad ‘tantrums’ — where you screamed, sobbed and begged to go home. Where your throat dried up and stung, your body shook so bad you couldn’t stand or you were so tired you refused to eat?

He would just push you into a small, yet cold room. Making sure you cooled off, coming back a few minutes later, looking at you with that damn eyebrow raised: “You done? Cause I am.”

You weren’t sure why he always allowed you to express your anger — even though he left the room the minute you started screaming at him.

You told yourself, maybe it was his guilt. Or possibly him losing his patience.

You weren’t sure. But you wanted to leave.

Though, one night, when the two of you were asleep, or at least he was. You were lying there, staring at the darkened ceiling, admiring and fantasizing what it would be like to stare at the moon again. Feel the grass grazed against your back, cold wind blowing all over you.

You couldn’t sleep but that was common. I mean, how could you sleep laying next to the same captor who took you? Nobody would.

Then a thought came. Why not drug him? I mean, since you always threw ‘tantrums’, you always had benadryl on hand due to the insane headaches you whined about; plus, you would just scream at him more till you were knocked out.

“Why can’t I just take care of you?” Shota asked, giving you the glass of water with two medicines that were deemed to work. You rolled your eyes, throwing down the medicine before doing the same with the water.

You heard him sigh, like always at your attitude. You turned your back, feeling him shift his weight beside you before pulling up his phone — the ‘ding!’ coming on and off while you heard him write some type of email.

And… just like that. You made a decision. Right there and then.

“A drink?” You watched him raise an eyebrow at the coffee, a random act of kindness coming from you was rare. You nodded, acting all innocently. “Yeah, jus’ decided to share it with you cause I made some.” You mumbled off, although you saw him smile in the corner of your eye.

Bingo. You watched him take a sip — hum at the taste before going back to grading papers. Taking more sips before watching the entire cup be empty. It made you laugh.

Of course, you had to make sure he wasn’t suspicious of you. You drank your entire cup, possibly got another one before starting yet another scene; yelling at him, watching him sigh before slumping off into the bedroom next door.

Then you know it, he comes in a bit early — “Time to go to bed.”

You looked at the clock, it was only 7:37 am. You faked a groan, before trotting behind him, crawling into bed and watched him sleep away with drool drizzling down his stubbled chin.

Which is where you are now. Cuddled right by his side, watching him snooze away — too hard per say.

You wanna feel bad, yet you never will. Never for this monster — fuck no.

Giving Aizawa one last glance, you slowly but steadily go out of the bed, carefully replacing his tighter hold onto a thick pillow.

Taking small, light steps towards the main room, you tried your best to not step on certain squeaky planks, making sure to keep quiet.

Getting in front of the front door, you crouched and pulled out a bobby pin; sliding it into the lock before turning and twisting it.

Your blood was pumping — hair on your body stood as your thoughts sprawled all over.

Suddenly, you heard a meow behind you; a loud one that made your heart drop.

Turning around, you saw Mickey, a black cat with different colored eyes blinking at you, yawning at such a late time. Aizawa had gotten it for you to keep company, but you thought it was the damned evil.

Somehow, the cat always knew when you were in trouble. Trotting to Aizawa, almost communicating with him and blowing your cover when you were up to no good.

Not now… you thought.

Mickie had stood there, blinking before moving towards you, rolling and pouring loud as a train.

You continued trying to pry the lock, but to no avail. Nothing worked. It was useless.

Finally, going at it while pushing Mickie away. You heard the third lock unlock.

Hope. It gave you hope. You could finally leave

You looked around, completely aware that any moment given, you could be found. But you kept trying, so hard.

Suddenly, Mickie screamed at you; her voice howled throughout the entire, quiet room.

You put your finger on your mouth, wanting her to shoosh.

Meow!

‘Shush!’ You whispered quietly. Grabbing her before petting her, pushing her off to the side.

Meow!!

“What do you think you’re doing?”

A booming voice came from behind you.

You froze, staying where you were as you slightly trembled, thinking what to do next. Before you could manage to do anything, his hand appeared on your shoulder, forcing you up and facing him.

Locking eyes with dark gray ones, you felt your entire body shake — watching his eyebrows narrowing, jawline sharp and strained while his eyes spoke for itself.

You’re in big trouble, missy.

“I asked you a question.” His sultry voice came out, waiting for an answer.

“Get off me,” you sneered, trying to act tough.

Hearing Aizawa scoff, he yanked your arm and dragged you back into the bedroom. Practically throwing you into the maddress stomach first before hearing metal clanking.

Cold — something bare and heavy attached itself towards your ankles.

“These are only temporary,” Aizawa stated. “Until you can behave correctly, these stay on.” He added, before standing up again, his knees popping.

You looked down, seeing chains connected to your feet; they were heavy, an ugly cold that drugged you of shivers into your core.

He looked down at you, anger rising in his face before he demanded a statement from you.

“Say your sorry — and I might reconsider easing the punishments.” He said, while crossing his arms against his chest. His disappointed posture was deafening through your thoughts.

You stared hard at him, teeth clenching in fear and anger, “Fuck you.”

You saw that those words struck a chord in him. Saw his eye twitch in annoyance. Finally, what felt like an eternity he spoke back up.

“It’s my fault for trusting you too much.” He stated, “Drinking that — stupid fucking coffee.”

Did he know?

He looked at you, directly staring into your soul. Almost waiting for you to answer his question.

“I hate you,” You whispered.

Aizawa nodded frustratingly.

“Fine. Wanna act like a brat? I’ll treat you like one.”

He grumbled, reaching over and grabbed your legs, pulling the chain to connect to the bedpost. Before grabbing a coat from the hanger by his bedside.

He stomped away and slammed the door shut. You heard his footsteps leave the apartment, slamming the front door.

A lump forms in your throat.

Something — something was gonna happen and it was not gonna be nice.

Too deep into your thoughts, you failed to notice Mickey climbing onto the bed. You flinched at the sudden loud meow coming from beside you.

Turning to your left, you saw Mickie laying down, purring beside you as she continued grooming herself.

Now… you’re only left with your thoughts. An occasional meow from the damn cat.

What did you get yourself into?

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the-moonlightwitch-official · 1 year

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NO PLACE LIKE HOME pt:4

WARNING: 18+ minors dni, murder, stalking, creepy, kidnapping,

NOT PROOF READ.

i put my moonlightussy into this

“ i dont want to go to U.A anymore” you said shuffling your food around your plate with a fork. “What? You love U.A” your mom said in shock. “And stop playing with your food. I worked hard to make this meal and also worked hard to get you into U.A”

You looked up at the clock on the wall only to see that it was only 6:30 p.m. The day seriously just wasn’t ending quick enough. More silence filled the air, other than the sound of your mothers fork scraping the plate as she ate. So many emotions went through you as you remembered your experience at school today and the experiences everyday since you found out that three of your teachers are bound to you.

You rolled your eyes and slowly pushed your plate away. “It’s not enjoyable anymore mom. They prohibit me most of the time from hero training, and give me unnecessary detention. They are narcissistic, obsessive, possessive-” “STOP THAT” your mom cut in. “that is certainly not true. Your grades are amazing and you are getting detention because you are skipping classes!”

You stood up and walked away from the table. “That was one time!” she finished her last bit of food before collecting both of the plates and heading towards the kitchen to put them in the sink. “It doesnt matter y/n. You should continue to be in U.A. I am not taking you out. END OF STORY!”

You rolled your eyes and huffed, stomping away and going to your room. You flopped on the bed and looked at your phone only to see almost 50 messages from the trio. You threw your phone as hard as you could and watched it bounce off the wall and bust into pieces. Closing your eyes and rolling over, you went to sleep.

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

You groggily wiped your eyes and yawned. You slammed your hand on the stop button of the alarm next to your bed and you reached over to grab your phone only not to see where it would usually be in the mornings. Looking over, you remember what you did to it last night before going to sleep. You got ready for school and left the broken phone on the ground and left the house making sure to avoid your mother.

Arriving at U.A was depressing. Mostly just pep talking yourself into just accepting that this is your new life. Upon entering the building you happened to run into All might. “Oh! Hey ms. y/n” you looked up at him and shrugged. “You didn't see my messages, is everything ok? You shrugged and began walking away. “My phone broke last night.” All might turned to you and a light bulb lit up in his head. “I could get you a new one.” you rolled your eyes and continued walking. “Im good” He ignored the other students trying to get his attention and jogged up to you. “Please, I'm sure you need a phone and it will be no cost to you.” He feels excited because this is finally his time to provide for you.

“Whatever.” you said as you waved him off and walked to your homeroom.

“Shota looked up at you from his laptop as he seen you coming in. “hello there darling.” he frowned on the inside when he wasnt met with any response. “You know i texted you yesterday. The least my baby can do is respond.” you looked up in annoyance while unpacking your things for the day. “My phone broke last night.” shota leaned back in his chair and responded quickly “I can get you a new one baby.” you rolled your eyes. “Dont you need to save up money and provide for your husband?” Shota scoffed playfully at your response.

“Sweetheart its fine, i have more than enough money to get you the newest phone that just came out. Besides, it’s my job to provide for you.”

Hizashi came waltzing in after shota said that and joined the convo while walking towards you and doing playful finger guns. “Whats up my babies?” He kissed you on the temple and wrapped an arm around your shoulders. “y/n broke her phone so i opted to get her a new one, she’s declining.” Hizashi looked at you and gasped. “Your phone broke? No wonder you didn't respond to us last night. You should let us get you a new phone babes. It's our job to provide for ya. Ya dig?”

“All might already offered to get a new phone for me.” the couple visibly frowned. Hizashi looked up at shota and cringed in irritation upon hearing the news. Shota waved a hand at him dismissing his anger as a silent way to tell him to calm down. “Let him get the phone.”

After class and all the students left, shouta kissed you on the lips and was surprised that you kissed back. shota looked at your form walking away in awe. Hizashi came walking in and seen shota all giddy and smiley. “Whats got you all sunshine and rainbows?” shota looked at his husband and smiled. “She kissed me back.” hizashi looked shocked and nodded. “Thats great babe.”

Shota smiled to himself and spoke. “Look zashi, i know you dont like toshinori right now and it’s understandable. But just let him try, ok?” hizashi nodded and understood. After saying that toshinori came in looking for y/n. “Hey what’s up?” hizashi said trying not to sound awkward. “Nothing much just looking for y/n, i got her a new phone.” shota looked shocked. “That quick?” toshinori shrugged. “Yeah i guess. I dont have a tight schedule today and i won’t be busy until 3pm, so i have a lot of free time.” shota looked at the phone toshi was holding. “Let me see.” toshi handed it over. It was the newest phone model that came out this year. “Let me make some changes to it first before we give it to her.” shota said walking towards his desk with it.

“Like what?” toshinori asked. “Just some spyware and secret controls so we can see what she’s doing and who she’s talking to. You know. For safety.” Toshinori nodded and agreed. “Good idea.” shota took out the phone and turned it one and started setting it up. “Dont worry, i’ll give it to her at the end of the day, knowing that you have a tight schedule and all towards dismissal.” toshinori smiled. “Ok thank you so much” and walked away.

The bell rang loudly for dismissal and all of the kids got up and shuffled out, like they’ve never seen daylight before. Finally school is over for the day. you sighed in relief. You have spent all day low-key dodging the soulmates. After packing your things and getting up you raced out of the class and blended in with the crowd, Only poking your head up above the sea of kids to see if one of your soulmates (old enough to be your father) were around.

You were walking like a speed demon and spent too long staring back above the crowd to notice anyone in front of you. Turning your head to finally face forward, only to yelp in surprise when you face plant into a chest that feels like a sturdy brick wall. You slowly pulled your head away from the chest. The more you pulled back the more of the color black you saw. Immediately knowing who it was and sighed in irritation.

“L/N” you looked up to see Shota Aizawa. His raven hair floating in the air and his eyes a bright crimson red. Irritation painted all over his face. He grabbed your arm and pulled you out of the crowd and aside into his classroom. Closing the door and locking it in the process.

“I called you over a million times.” he said, turning to face you. He couldn't help but feel butterflies in his stomach. He’s so in love with you.

You noticed him masking his nervousness with irritation. He approached you with a new phone and handed it to you. You looked down in surprise and cautiously grabbed the box.

“I told you all might would give me one.” Shota let out a sigh. “ call him toshinori outside of class and he did, I'm just handing it to you because he has a tight schedule.” You opened the box and took a look at the phone. “It's already set up?” Shota was heading towards his desk to sit down. “Yep, your welcome.” he mumbled while shuffling papers around his desk. “thanks i guess.” you said shyly while putting it in your backpack. You wanted nothing more than to get away.

As you were heading towards the door, shota spoke up. “Hey, why dont you help me grade papers?” you didnt turn to look at him as you spoke. “I have loads of homework to do, sorry” he stood up and walked to the side of his desk and pulled out a chair that belonged to your desk. You fucking hated that he moved your desk so close to him that its literally on the side of his desk. “You can do it here, i’ll even help you, sweety” you huffed in defeat and headed to sit down. He smiled and kissed your temple as you sat down.

You played with your thumbs as you watched him sit down and start grading papers and type away at his computer. He looked down at you. “Well are you gonna get started?” you snapped out of it and got out your homework and started on it. After an hour, hizashi came knocking on the door and shota got up and walked towards the door unlocking it. You heard them speaking quietly to each other as you did your homework. You were paying close attention to your homework and trying not to look away, only to notice a tall figure wearing tight black leather pants, jacket, and boots come into view and coming closer. The sound of chains clanking on his suit every time he took a step.

You flinched when the sound of a chair being pulled across the floor happened suddenly. The screeching sound only gets closer. In your peripheral vision you see hizashi pull up a chair and sit next to you. He’s sitting so close to you, its almost like your both sitting in the same chair. He leans over and you watch as green orbs peer through his glasses as he looks at what you're working on. The smell of his cologne is strong and intoxicating. You hate him, but fuck he smelled good. Little did you know, he wore it just for you. He ditched the original scent that he normally wore when he met you and started looking into the more expensive stuff, to really get you going. You hate to admit that it fucking works. You were too zoned out to realize that shota and zashi were speaking to you. You couldn’t help but drop your head down and sniff him.

“This is some stuff that i can help you with, songbird, that Letter should go there and this letter should go he-woah” zashi froze as you buried your face in his neck and took long inhales while gripping his bicep. Shota and hizashi locked eyes. Hizashi’s face was full of confusion and excitement. Same for shota. You wrapped your arms around Hizashi and buried your face further into his neck. The feeling of his warm skin calmed your every nerves. But this makes no sense. You shouldn’t like him. Hizashi realized that you were trying to bring him closer, so he picked you up out of his chair and held you in his chair.

Shota smiled as you clung to his husband like a koala. It’s amazing that he took off his speaker and let his hair down. His long blond hair falling over his shoulders. He looked fine as fuck with his hair down. His gloved hands rubbed your back soothingly. You didn’t realize that you started crying. He held your head and rubbed your back. “Shhh, its ok songbird, its ok”

The war inside your head was loud. Both sides clashed. ‘I love him, I HATE HIM’

You started beating his chest and he grabbed your wrist and held you tighter.

After you calmed down he held you for awhile more. “We should head out, yeah?” Aizawa said softly while organizing his papers and getting his things together. His husband nodded while grabbing your things and putting them in your bag while his other hand held you. You got up off of his lap and avoided eye contact and grabbed your things. “We’ll take you home sweetheart” aizawa insisted while he grabbed your hand. They both held your hands and walked through the halls of U.A. they were free to do that now, since no one was here to see it.

‘I wanna leave, i wanna leave’

Walking past the windows, you noticed that the sun was setting. Your mother must be worried sick. Exiting the building hizashi got a call and he slung his bag over his shoulder like a purse and used his now free hand to answer the call. You could hear your mothers voice on the other end. “Oh! Shes with me ma’am. She stayed after class for tutoring, I'm dropping her off at home.” you could hear the sound of relief in your mothers voice. And her thanking god. He said his good bye’s and ended the call.

Once you all approached the vehicle they let go of your hands. Shota went to the drivers seat and hizashi opened the backset door for you and guided you in. He grabbed shota’s and his bags and put them beside you in the backseat and closed the door. The outside of the car was a nice gray and the seats were soft. Shota started the car and the car started moving. You couldn’t help but look at shota’s forearms as he rolled up his hero suit sleeves and gripped the steering wheel. The muscles of his forearms were hypnotizing. You jumped in surprised when you seen his eyes on you in the rearview mirror. You didn't notice him smirk as he turned his attention back to the road. You looked over at the black bags that they take to work with them and noticed a phone sticking out of Shota’s bag lighting up. You got nosy and looked over to see that his phone was unlocked and open. He must have forgotten to shut it off. There was an app open and there was a nice, huge, and charming house on the screen, But it seemed to be far from the city.

They must be looking to move. WONDERFUL.

“Sweetheart, you being nosy?” You froze and looked up only to see Shota looking at you from the rearview. “N-no.” He smirked. “We’re going to move” he said with a touch of excitement and nervousness in his voice as he stared ahead, only to peak at you every once in awhile to study your expression. Before he could continue, hizashi added in. “It's gonna be great! A nice, huge, breathtaking house, away from the loud city! You're gonna love it!” He yelled in excitement while waving his hands around. He froze when his husband glared at him. Uh oh, the cats out of the bag. “What do you mean I’m going to like it?”

Shota sighed and just told you the truth, might as well. No one would believe you if you said anything anyways. ”Toshinori, zashi, and I are getting married and moving out to a nice house away from the city with you, and eventually adding you to the marriage as well.” You zoned out with panic. The seatbelt felt tighter than usual. You let down the window for air, but it wasn't helping. The car ride seemed longer. “Its ok songbird” hizashi reached a reassuring hand back to rest on your leg. “Sho maybe we should stop to let her get some air.”

“We’re almost there zashi.” Once they stopped at your address, You raced out of the car and into your house. They didnt even get to say goodbye first. You raced up to your room, completely dodging your mom, and used your new phone to call izuku and freak out. Little did you know that the two men got out of the car and were invited in by your mother. Izuku picked up your call worried and you vented to him. He was just as worried as you. Mid freak out, you heard talking inside your house. You set the phone down and left your room to peek into the living room, only to find hizashi and shota sitting at the dining room table, talking to your mother as she made them tea.

Your heart jumped to your throat and you tried to sneak back to your room. “y/n?” shouta called out. “ I have to go to the bathroom!” you called racing back to your bedroom before they can call you to come hang out.

“Hello? Hello? y/n?“ the faint voice of Izuku called out on the other end of the phone from across the room where you left it. You picked up the phone “You have to get me out of here.”

“y/n? y/n?” your mother knocked on your door after checking the bathroom. She rattled the doorknob only to see that it was locked. After another 5 minutes of trying to talk to you, she went and got a spare key to open your door. She opened the door and saw that you weren't there. “Y/N??” your stuff was gone and your window was wide open. “Everything alright?” Shouta asked peeking his head in your room, only to see that you were gone. He put the pieces together and noticed that you ran away. “Why would she run away?” your mother was freaking out in tears and picking up her phone to call everyone she knows to make sure they keep an eye out. “Ma’am im sure she’ll return…maybe she went for a walk?” hizashi added in unsure.

“With her stuff?” shouta glared at his husband. “It’s not safe out there!” your mother said in pure panic. “We’ll go look for her ma’am” hizashi said in reassurance.

Izuku and you were racing down the interstate. Your in the passenger seat freaking out and trying to breathe. “It’s ok, just breathe.” izuku said rolling down your window a smidge. He’s the only one that believes you. This feels like a movie. You and a boy packing your things and running away together. You cant say that you never noticed that Izuku had feelings for you. He looked at you with a face of reassurance and smiled at you. Your heart warmed. Finally arriving at the airport you both grabbed your stuff from out of the car and went in. Thank god izuku had an app that allowed him to book flights quickly. Real life saver.

You both boarded the plane quickly. The trip was so anxiety-inducing. When you both arrived there, Izuku booked you both a hotel room. You unlocked the door and threw yourself onto the bed and screamed into a pillow. “Hey, hey its alright.” Izuku rubbed your back. “Your safe now.” You took some deep breathes and looked out of the window and noticed that it was dark out. “What time is it?” You questioned izuku. He looked at his phone and answered. “9:37 pm”

You thought about your mother and started panicking. “It’s ok, we’re here now.” he reassured you. You nodded in agreement and laid down and tried to get some rest. Izuku turned off the lights and watched some television. Turning to your side you could see the light of the tv on the walls. There was only one bed, so He was on the other side of you. After closing your eyes and breathing to calm your nerves, you finally went to sleep.

Little did you know that shota and Hizashi knew exactly where you were.

“Hey, time to wake up.” Izuku light shook you awake. You sat up and rubbed you eyes. “You hairs a mess.” he giggled. “What time is it?” he looked at his phone. “12:46 pm, we slept in pretty good.” you nodded. “Im going to head downstairs to get us some coffee’s, ok?” you nodded and he headed out.

It’s officially been 24 hours and the heroes can finally take your missing persons case. Shota volunteered to take your case and Toshinori was assigned to help him. Perfect. Hizashi stayed behind to purchase the house and get everything set up. They werent ready to purchase the house or get married yet. But you left and they panicked. They cant have you run away like that. You’ll be safe with them.

While you were gone they got the ball rolling. They took all of their savings and put it towards the marriage and house. Toshinori now sports an engagement ring on his finger. He was just as worried for your safety as the others were. He thanked the gods that he was assigned to your case.

Shota and toshinori walked into the office so they can be given instructions on the case. Toshinori was in his all might form and had an intimidating look on his face. Pure anger and worry. But tried his best to mask it with a smile. There was a killer on the loose and hasn’t been caught yet. Those kids are normally kidnapped and found in america. Shota brought that up and made a good point. They agreed and Shota and toshinori were assigned to take the case to america first, which is great because thats exactly where you were. After being given the instructions, they both boarded a private jet that was given to them and headed towards america. Shota and toshinori constantly checking your location. They thanked the gods together that with the jet, they would reach you within a couple of hours.

You sipped your coffee that izuku gave you and thanked him. After your cup of coffee you sighed. “So what now?” izuku looked at you and shrugged “i dont know, maybe we can go out and explore.” you shook your head, too afraid to go outside. “Nah. I think i wanna stay in here just for today.” he nodded in understanding and turned on the tv and handed you the remote.

You spent the next 6 minutes looking for a channel but nothing was really peaking your interest.

You both spent a good couple of hours watching tv, until you got board and looked over to the window to see two men approaching the building. Your heart raced. They look like shota and the skinny toshinori. You closed your eyes and breathed to calm yourself down.

“It’s not them, it’s not them, i’ts not them.” you whispered to yourself. Izuku looked at you confused. Before he could speak, a knock at the door erupted through the room. They weren’t nice knocks, very impatient, angry knocks.

Your panic rose and izuku put a hand on your shoulder and shushed your panic. He got up and opened the door, only for shota to push him out of the way and walk in. They were both delusional. They thought you were kidnapped, and non of this is your fault, You’d never run away from them right?

You jumped out of bed and to the corner of the room in shock, only to watch a huge, tall, hulking figure, that you know too well, bow his head down to fit through the doorway, walking in behind shota. He must’ve turned into his all might form in the hall before entering the room. Anger and worry clear as day on his face. Shota was dealing with Izuku on the other side of the room, getting really close to his face and gripping his shirt, Whispering profanities and threats in his ear. It’s hard to hear from the corner of the room.

Your attention snapped to toshinori when he spoke to you. “y/n pack your things.” you shook your head and all might sighed began packing them for you. “I know your scared, but do not worry, Because I AM HERE.” He zipped your bag closed and approached you slowly. He doesnt think for a second that your scared of him. He believes that your scared of izuku. His hulking figure crouched down to come face to face with you. The hand not holding your bag, comes up to brush the hair out of your face and wipe your tears. He whispers calmly to you “it’s all ok now, i am here.” he rubs your arm and shushes your cries. “It’s ok y/n, im taking you home now, where you’ll be safe, sweet pea.”

Toshinori looks over to shota who is busy with izuku. “Sho” toshinori calls out to catch his attention. Shota looks over, and the pair nods at each other. They must have a plan of some sort. Toshinori grabs your hand and begins to guide you out of the room. You're hesitant and try to stand your ground. He looks at you reassuringly. “It’s ok now, you're safe with me, shota is taking care of him.” he really believes that you're scared of izuku hurting you if you leave. Shota notices and comes over to you and kisses your forehead, and plucks a hair from your head. “Go baby” he whispers to you calmly. You're still hesitant. They think you're too scared to move. Toshinori takes his free arm and swoops down, and in one swift move you’re on Toshinori’s hip like a baby. He holds your tight and begins to walk out of the door.

Tears fill your eyes as you look back and see shota staring at you lovingly, as izuku is behind him on the ground. Closing your eyes and breathing you look forward and watch as your carried out of the building with a strong securing arm around you. Confusion fills you as toshinori walks behind the building quickly and puts you back on your feet. He looks at you before speaking. “Can i trust you to stay by my side? I’m turning to weak form” you look at him and barely above a whisper you ask “why?” he looks at you after poofing to his weak form. Smoke fills the air around you both as he coughs and grabs your hand and begins walking. “Because im not fucking around right now, I dont need attention on us when im in my All Might form.” he grumbles. Bony fingers gripping tighter around your hand as he guides you to the car that drove both him and shota there. You look up to his bony face and see that theres a dead serious look on his face. Theres no point in running. Even in his small form he could easily catch you. Dont mistake his skinny arms for being weak and frail. They may be twigs but they can still break every bone in your body on a power level people could never comprehend. He only calls it his “weak” form because it has a slightly lower power level than his bigger form.

As you both approach the black car, a man steps out of it. A professional looking man, wearing an expensive suit. He approaches the both of you and rounds the car, opening the car door for you both. Toshinori nods a ‘thank you’ and the man nods back, while taking your bag from toshinori’s hands and letting toshinori get in beside you, shutting the car door. You watch in the rearview mirror from the backseat as the man rounds the car again and opens the trunk and puts your belongings in there. The car bounces a little from the loud ‘thunk’ of the trunk being closed. The man walks past your window and opens his door and gets in. He looks in the rearview mirror and looks at toshinori. “Where to sir?” toshinori squeezes your hand reassuringly and speaks. “Back to the airport.” the man nods and follows instructions, starting the car and beginning the journey there.

The car ride was silent, except for the occasional coughing fit toshinori has. His hand resting on your thigh, lightly squeezing here and there. He notices your anxiety and he turns on the tv screen that was back there. Its a high end car. “Here, watch something.” he says to you. You turn your attention to the tv screen and watch whats on it. Occasionally changing the channel until it landed on a animal documentary. You watched as the baby cats were shown on the screen. It did little to ease your nerves, but at least it did something. “We’re here” toshnori said as the car parked at the airport. The driver rounded the car and opened your doors. When you exited your side, toshinori quickly rounded the car and grabbed your hand so you wouldn’t run away. He grabbed the bag that the driver handed to him and thanked him while turning into his all might form. In another swift move, you were once again on toshinoris hip. He then jumped high into the sky until he reached the destination of the airport he wanted. It was terrifying being so high. You couldn't help but hold on tight and scream. He shushed you gently as you both landed. You were at the privet jet that was assigned to both toshinori and shota. He turned to his small form and boarded it with you. The journey felt like it lasted forever. He offered drinks and occasional board games to play. You ignored him. He lets it slide, thinking that you're still processing everything that happened when you were “kidnapped” by izuku. You look out of the window when he reaches across the small table you both were sitting at and intertwined his fingers with yours. Occasionally rubbing his thumb on your hand lovingly. You cringed as your finger could feel the ring on his finger. The ring that shota and hizashi placed there.

Finally landing in japan and going for another agonizing car ride to the new house. Constantly rejecting toshi’s offers for snacks and drinks when you make break stops. Toshinori is very persistent unfortunately. Setting aside the water he gave you and closing your eyes, you sighed. “Should drink that, its good for you” He mumbled as he took a sip of his own. Ignoring him, you fell asleep and were woken up an hour later by huge gates opening for the car you and toshi were in after the driver put his ID in and was approved. There were vibrant, tall, green trees for miles. Your attention flew to what was behind the miles of trees, A tall brick wall, surrounding the property. The place was huge. The driveway was at least 5 minutes long before reaching the house itself. The front yard was practically a field. A Huge garden in the front yard, along the house. The house was big enough that it looked like it should have an elevator inside.

Hizashi came out onto the porch excited. Uhauls were everywhere and men were carrying things into the house. You took some deep breaths as you got closer to the house. The driver parked outside and opened your doors. Hizashi was ecstatic as he approached the car, watching you step out. You looked across the car to see that toshi was stretching with his arms in the air, and then taking your bag from the drivers hands with a ‘thank you’.

Hizashi and the driver nodded to each other in thanks and the driver got back in and drove off.

“My baby!” hizashi squealed while trapping you in a tight, suffocating embrace. He grabbed your shoulders and looked you over with a smile. You also took the time to look at him. He was wearing casual clothes for once. His hair in a loose bun and wearing casual glasses. He wore a white and gray flannel shirt that was rolled up to his elbows, with a tight, white shirt underneath that illuminated his abs pretty well, and Light gray jeans, with a casual black belt, and black boots. You also took the time to notice that he had little earrings. You looked at his forearm and noticed that he had a tattoo for shota on it. It said “Shota” on it with a symbol under it that looked like his hero scarf.

“Lets bring ya in yeah?” he said happily as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder and guided you up the porch steps and into the house. You looked back and seen expensive cars sitting in the huge driveway, at least 4 of them. You weren't surprised to see a whole team of people there decorating and setting up the house. Hizashi paid them well and also paid them to keep their mouths shut about you. He guided you to the huge kitchen.

“Want something?” he asked as he opened the very expensive fridge and bent over inspecting the inside of it. He looked back at you and frowned when you shook your head. He shrugged and grabbed sparkling water and handed it to you anyway. You grabbed it hesitantly. “Why?” you asked. They looked at each other before answering. “Isn’t it obvious? Your safe with us” hizashi said like it was the most obvious thing in the entire world. “I want to go home.” toshinori sighed at your response and added in. “your already home. Your going to be here with Hizashi, Shota, and I” he said rubbing your back. “No, no, no, no what about my life? What about school? What about my mother?” you asked frantically while stepping back away from them. Hizashi rounded the counter and followed you.

“Hey hey hey hey, it’s ok. No need to freak yourself out there songbird, you're safe here. No need to stress yourself out in the real world anymore. No more arguments with your mom, no more in person school. You’ll do online school if you want to do that, no having to work because we will happily provide for you, and there are many rooms here for your hobbies. You have everything you could ever want here!” he said with his arms in the air and happiness on his face.

He visibly frowned along with fiance, toshi when tears welled in your eyes. Something snapped in you and you threw your sparkling water at hizashi’s face. He stumbled back a bit and toshinori stepped in front of him in a protecting manner. “Now, y/n that was very rude. You shouldn’t hit your boyfriend like that. Keep that up and we will have no choice but to restrain you.” He looked at you very seriously. Rage surged through your system. Something that didn’t go unnoticed by the pair.

“Toshi it’s fine” hizashi mumbled while getting out from behind him and making his way towards you with his hands up in front of him like he's calling a truce.“Sweety pie, it's ok. Please don't do that again. We’re trying to help you.” he says calmly like talking to a ferocious animal. While toshinori picks up the sparkling water and sets it back on the counter. “Fuck you” you snarl at them. “That language will not be tolerated here. Apologize right now!” toshinori said to you with a booming volume. Making you jump a little. You took your shot and swung at hizashi. You honestly should have expected to lose. He’s a pro hero after all. He dodged it and grabbed your arm, twisting your body in the process until your back is against his chest with both of your wrists trapped in his strong hands. “GOD DAMN IT Y/N, PLEASE!” hizashi growled in irritation.

That didn’t stop you. Your arms and torso may have been immobile in the moment but your legs and feet weren’t. You jumped in his arms and kicked his legs behind you. “FUCK” he let go of you and stumbled back while grabbing his calves. You took the opportunity while he wasn’t looking and punched him. Before you could turn the other direction to run. Two Huge arms caught you and body slammed you. Your head hitting the floor quite hard. Your whole body immoble. Looking up you see a very angry all might seething with anger. In the background you hear hizashi ranting angrily while the sound of kitchen cabinets and drawers are opened violently and slammed shut. He's looking for something. “I really didnt want to this. But you pushed your fucking luck” He seethed angrly while limping around the kitchen and destroying cabinets to find what he was looking for. “GOD DAMN IT, WHERE THE FUCK DID THE STUPID MOTHERFUCKERS PUT IT!?” he yelled while violently slamming a cabinet door closed. Referring to the people setting up the house. All might continued to stare coldly into your frantic eyes. You couldn’t see anything besides him. His huge body caging you between him and the floor. You couldn’t see anything behind him, you could only hear and it doesn't sound good. You’ve never heard hizashi so angry and heartbroken. He continued speaking.

“Your lucky Shota isnt here right now. Your lucky beyond a level you could never comprehend. Your ass would have been done for.” He seethed. He sighed in relief when he found the cabinet with the medicine in it. You heard him grab a bottle of pills and open it.

“I didn’t want to do this, I really fucking didnt. I wanted you to get used to the house and everything. But no YOU just had to make this a big fucking thing. You're seriously lucky that Sho isn’t here right now. I honestly should have just listened to him when he told me to lock your ass up in chains in the basement the second you step foot in here.” He mumbled in pure anger. The sound of pills falling out of the container and into his palm can be heard before he closes the pill bottle and slams it on the counter, walking towards your trapped form.

“You got her toshi?” he asked while squatting down. “Mhm” toshi said while forcing you to sit up and wrapping an arm around your torso and the other around your shoulder with a hand holding a iron clasp grip on your jaw forcing it open. Hizashi cupped his hand over your open mouth, popping the pills into your mouth. Toshinori forces your mouth closed and tilts your head up, while hizashi starts massaging your throat forcing you to swallow the pills. After you swallowed them he put your head back down and continued to hold you. You watched as Hizashi stared at you angrily. His gaze softened after a minute. “I know baby, I know. Things will get better.” he said as he pet the side of your head, moving the sweaty hair out of your face. He smiled gently at you as your world began spinning and fading. Toshi hummed as the back of your head rested against his chest and your body began to grow limp. He held you tightly until you blacked out.

Meanwhile Shota sits in the chair in the corner of the hotel room with his fingers intertwined. Thinking, and brainstorming. Izuku is long gone. Shota had him sent back to japan with a friend of his. The friend came and did Shota a favor. He cloned you with the hair that Shota plucked from your head while he was kissing you goodbye. Your clone's body is dead on the floor. Shota tries not to look at it. It hurts him too much, it’s like looking at your actual dead body. He couldn’t handle seeing his babygirl dead.

He zones out and stares at the tv as it plays. His attention is snapped to his phone as it rings. He pulls it out of his pocket and sees that it’s his boss. “Hello?” he mumbled into the phone. “Aizawa, how are things going?” his boss asked. “Uh things are going ok. All Might and I found them. Izuku is still alive and was sent back to japan to the investigative team and y/n’s body was found in a hotel room. The team are on the way.” aizawa said to his boss.

“What do you think happened Aizawa?” his boss asked, intrigued. “I dont know. It seems like the killer struck again. She’s dead the same way all the others died.” shota said, deciding to go easy on Izuku and not blame it on him. “Ok, well thank you for letting me know Aizawa, do you need a ride back here?” “yes.” “ok i'm sending a jet your way.” “thank you” “no problem.”

With that Shota hung up. “Jesus it's already 6 a.m. I must’ve stayed up all night zoning out.”

“I'm free, I'm finally free” you sighed as you ran away from the house. The crisp cool air hitting your face as you run. The speed you were running caused your hair to lift into the air as you ran for your life. The smell and taste of pure freedom. ‘Wait? Whats happening?’ you thought as your running slowed like molasses and the world began fading into nothingness. You looked around as everything faded into the abyss. Your body is then lifted into the air and thrown all the way back into the house.

You jolted awake. The light of the sun peaking through the open curtains and hitting your face in a blinding way. “Good morning sweet pea” you looked over and seen toshinori sitting on the couch looking over documents. You were sitting in the corner of the living room next to the staircase. You shuffled and tried to get up but your legs and back hurt from being body slammed yesterday. You looked down when you heard a clunk. Chains. Your ankles were in chains that were wrapped and locked securely around a small pillar near the staircase. Fuck.

The smell of food filled the air. It smelled amazing. You looked to your right and could see into the kitchen. Hizashi was in a tight pair of pink boxers and was shirtless, wearing a white apron. His jumped back a bit when he got popped with whatever was frying. He looked over and seen you awake. “Songbird im glad your awake, how was your sleep? Shota should be back very soon, just got off the phone with him.” he said with glee. You groaned and slouched back against the wall. “Foods almost done.” he called out. He put a lid over the pot and walked over to you and crouching down.

“Sorry about this.” he whispered to you while pointing to the chains around your ankle. “It has to be done. Maybe when your being a good girl, we’ll let you out, ya dig?” he smiled at you. He stood up and went back to the kitchen. About 5 minutes later he came out with food.

Toshi pecked him on the lips for a thank you and begun to eat. “Wish you could eat at the table with us babe.” hizashi said was he put a tray of breakfast in front of you. The tray has a bowl of rice, miso soup, boiled veggies, kimchi, and some fried salmon. Fuck it smelled amazing. You were too hungry to deny it. You began eating and almost died from how good it was. Even though you werent at the table. The pair still tried to hold a conversation like you were. “Is it good baby?” hizashi asked as he noticed you drooling over the food. You felt heat rush to your face as you avoided eye contact and continued to eat. He shoveled food into his mouth as he spoke. “ I kinda overdid the dosage of the pills. Sorry about that.” he said in between chews.

All of your heads snapped over to the front door as the handle moved. “Sho must be home now” toshinori said as he took a mouthful of rice. The sounds of keys jingled on the other end and the door was pushed open. In came a very worn out Shota. He took off his scarf and put it on the coat rack. He kicked off his shoes and hugged hizashi who practically ran and thew himself at him. “Isnt it such a lovely home?” hizashi asked. Shota looked around and smiled. “Yeah it is” he looked over to you and walked over and crouched down. He rubbed the top of your head and pecked your lips. He sat down next to you and held you. The smell of sweat was very strong on him, making you wince. “Hey baby” He was staring into your eyes in adoration and appreciation after having to look at your clones dead body for hours. He was shaking lightly. He was nervous, you noticed.

Toshinori cut in. “why dont you take a shower babe, the food will be waiting for you when you come back” shota stood back up and nodded in agreement and headed up stairs but not before shooting you a loving look and pecking you on the lips.

Toshinori cleaned up everyones plates as they finished eating and turned the television up when something on the screen caught his attention. Shota came back downstairs freshly washed and in his boxers. He grabbed the plate of food that hizashi made for him. He ate like a man starved.

His and everybody else’s attention snapped to the screen when toshinori turned on the news.

“The case of the two missing children has been solved, with izuku midoriya being found alive, and the body of y/n being found on the ground of a hotel room in america. Thanks to the special help of All Might, Izuku made it back to japan safe and sound. unfortunately what happened to y/n’s body seems to look like the work of japan’s active serial killer. We are hoping to find them soon. That is all the information we have on this case so far. Thank you for listening.”

Shota looked proud and hizashi and toshinori seemed relieved that everyone believed what they said. You look down to the floor in confusion and fear. Everyone now believes im dead. What am i supposed to do now?

#yandere aizawa #yandere shota #yandere shota aizawa #yandere eraserhead #yandere all might #yandere allmight #yandere toshinori yagi #yandere erasermic #yandere present mic #yandere hizashi yamada #Yandere mha

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lovelywongie · 2 years

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Yandere EraserMic with autistic reader

I'm autistic! But remember every autistic person is different!!!

So they will know at the start that you are autistic when they met you like let's be honest they're teachers they work with children, they know things about autism.

They will try catch everything that bothers you like loud notices (they will get you those noice cancelling headphones and papers to have right to wear them) or right food to eat without the wrong texture you know that things.

After kidnaping you they will have everything that you could like to have like sensory toys, free space for you, the things for your fixations, money for everything.

If you are further on spectrum (idk if you say it like this in English if not plz correct me) they will go out with you on walks cuz they know that you won't say anything to anyone.

The sad thing about it they will manipulate with you because you are easy to do that :(.

#bnha #mha #yanderebnha #yanderemha #yanderemic #yandere eraserhead #yandereaizawa #yandere present mic #yandere erasermic #yandere erasermic x reader #tw yandere #yandere shota aizawa #aizawa x you #autistic reader

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demonlamb666 · 2 years

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How would yanderes poly Erasermic react to reader asking them if she can publish her stories online and do you think they’ll allow her to do so?

Reader wants to post their writing online

Warnings: yandere themes, poly relationship, overprotective themes, slight mentions of reader being threatened (nothing graphic), clingy behaviour, slight infantilisation.

~Aizawa is actually much more willing to let you post your stories online than Hizashi is. They’re both very protective of you but Zashi is more worried about people being mean to you or you getting cyber bullied, you’re his sensitive little song bird and he can’t stand the thought of people being mean to you. Aizawa is slightly less infantilising with you and more confident in your mental state and abilities but he also has a darker view on the world, he’s more worried about a villain finding you through the writing.

~You can convince them, but it’s hard. The silent treatment can work on Hizashi but if Aizawa finds out it has the opposite effect because he won’t tolerate you being a brat and upsetting his husband. You’re best bet is a lot of begging, cuddles and sweet moments. Zawa and Zashi are both soft for you so as long as you can convince them it’s safe they’ll let you do it.

~Aizawa is more likely to give you some privacy when it comes to your writing and will just ask you questions at dinner about how it’s going and if you’re having fun. But he does expect you to come to him if anyone makes you uncomfortable or threatens you. If Hizashi asks him to he might go on all your device and put some child settings on. Zashi on the other hand is constantly asking questions and trying to peek over your shoulder to see what you’re writing. He’s very clingy and lovey dovey so you should make sure you make time for him or they might put a time limit on your devices.

~If they get even a hint of you acting differently or you seem upset Aizawa and Hizashi will both agree they should check out your writing, just to make sure you’re ok. And if they find out someone’s bullying you or threatening you they will immediately use their resources as pro hero’s track them down and make sure they never bother you again. After this they will sit you down at the dining table like you’re a child and Aizawa will tell you that you’re not aloud to post your writing online anymore while Zashi tries to comfort you and explain that it’s for the best. They hate seeing you upset and your tears feel like someone’s stabbed them in the heart but Aizawa will remind his husband that it’s for your safety, besides now you can spend more time with them, which pretty much convinces Hizashi and hardens his resolve. Neither of them want you to stop writing because they know you enjoy it but if it means keeping you safe then they’ll deal with your tantrums and frustration. You’re their songbird, their kitten and they’re your husbands, so they’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe.

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dashitsxx · 18 days

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if only | various male characters x fem!reader | mha

summary. Maybe leaving him wasn't the best decision to ever do.

genre. dark. explicit smut. nsfw. 18+

word count. 1.7k

characters. aizawa shota (eraserhead). chisaki kai (overhaul). takami keigo (hawks). todoroki touya (dabi).

warnings. dubcon/noncon. all in an established relationship. quirk au. vulgar language. cunnilingus (aizawa). rough fuck. penis in vagina sex. overstimulation. multiple orgasms. creampies. stomach bulge (dabi). manhandling. forcing. evident male dominance. yandere themes. possessive. obsession. mentions of killing (dabi). selfish behaviour. egoistic behaviour. indicated the use of quirk. breeding kink (dabi). praising (dabi).

notes. finally done with this! been itching to post this as quick as possible. i definitely didn't like how i wrote them but enjoy sluts, tried to make it spine-shivering as much as possible! reposting 'cause i found out that tumblr didn't kind of added it into the no. of my posts?? idk why

shota aizawa (eraserhead) — If only you weren't clumsy enough.

Oh love. That was the biggest mistake you have ever made to him. Do you think that you could easily slip away from his sight? Oh my. How dumb of you. You may have a strong quirk but it doesn't surpass his level... and he'll make sure to let it stay that way.

A trembling shaking rattled on the bedframe as you arched your back from the pleasuring sensation. Pants and moans vibrate against the wall of the room. No matter how much you want to try to push the head away from your cunt, your hands prevented you from doing so as it is tightly tied by his binding cloth, whereas with each forceful pull you create, it suddenly stiffens its fabric.

You moan loudly as you squirm under his touch. "Stop moving," he ordered in a vicious tone. Then, a warm wet long stripe was placed on your cunt, making you hold your breath. A strangled moan left your lips as you attempted to break the cloth that was chaining you.

"I-I can't—ah! No, n-ngh! Ah! no, s-stop. Aizawa!" you exclaimed, panting in the process.

"I said stop squirming." he painfully held your hips in place as he halted his motion. Your eyes slide down to him as you find him with a raging fire, "You wouldn't been in this position if only you had been obedient to me."

Then he slowly rises from his position as he continue to glower down at you, "You know you can't escape from me, love."

You heard a rapid swish of fabric as you found your legs bound up in a lewd position, wide open for him. "N-not like this! A-Aiza—" A painful feeling slapped your pussy which made your back arch. "Shut up."

A sinful smirk slowly formed on his lips. Who would have thought that his fantasies would come true? He was thankful that you attempted to escape, but it still does infuriate if you wanted to leave him. He didn't like that idea, nor would he let it happen. Maybe... it is time to mark you.

Then, he quietly placed his hands on the middle of his pants before unzipping it. A look of fear and shock was evident on your face as you knew what it meant

"Aizawa! No, no, no!" you attempt to back away from the raging man, but he grabbed your thighs and pulled you down to him to let you feel his hardened cock with your bare vagina—you moaned at the sensation. Pride was evident on his face as he spoke in a possessive tone.

"I'll always find you, love."

kai chisaki (overhaul)— If only you were fearless.

Darling, darling, darling. Why did you ever think that you would be able to escape from his grasp? He didn't do all those cheesy courtship with no purpose just for you to leave him. He did it all in his satisfaction to have you caged within him despite that you were a great benefit to the yakuza. Hence, you are his possession—and there is no way for you break free.

"Fuck—so... t-tight. Fucking tight." A deep growl emitted from his chest as he thrusts his fat cock into your gummy walls. You moan from your taped mouth and warm tears fall on your cheeks from the overstimulation.

A pleasured moan left his mouth as he stared down at you, a contemptuous smile was plastered on his face. You looked so pretty taking his godly size dick—it fits well with your pussy. Although he's been fucking you for who knows how many rounds, his rage hasn't been satiated yet.

The fact that you tried to leave him really fucking blood-boiled him. He has never felt this way after the heroes attempted to meddle in his business. Upon the thought entering his mind, his eyes darken immediately as he pushed the back of your thighs to your chest.

Your felt your eyes widen at a new sensation as your chest rose, heaving at the new position he put you into. It was the position you knew that would make you feel his size.

Feel him more.

You attempt to push his hands from your thighs with your taped wrists, but it keep slipping off from the body sweat formed. Then, he harshly flicked his hips onto you. Your body jerked as you felt the tip of his dick kissed your womb.

The smile remained on Kai's face as he leaned forward, "Feel that, darling? You're not dumb enough to know what it means." a chuckle erupted from his chest as he pulled out until his tip before slamming back deeply, making your body jerk again and a moan leaving your lips.

Then a sudden shivers crawled on your body under his, making his cock more slick from your cum. Kai lets out a short deep laugh before he slides his hand from your thighs to your clit, having one of your legs hanging on his shoulder.

You try to take in deep breaths as your eyes make contacts with his lust-filled ones. He tilts his head slightly with a naughty smirk.

"You can release one more, right darling? After all, you deserve this punishment."

takami keigo (hawks) — If only you weren't slow.

Sweetheart, you knew that you could never outrun him—so, why did you still do it? You are one dumb girl with a mediocre quirk, but he still loves you. It's just that your stupid mind persuaded you to leave him. Says who? He gave you no order about that—in fact, you have no rights to step away. Once he laid his eyes on you, he knew that he had to fly and catch you.

"Ngh-ah! Fuck! K-Keigo!"

"That's it. Moan my name, sweetheart."

He grabbed your hips before pulling it to his hips with a tight grip, hitting your g-spot perfectly. You hiss at the sensation as you gently place your forehead on the wall, trying to catch your breath. Hawks continued to thrust in your pussy, but it wasn't the usual way he does. He never would have acted so rough to you if you hadn't tried to hide and run away from him.

It aches his heart to put you in this position, but you need to learn your lesson.

Pants and groans escaped his lips as he pushed you more to the wall, drunk in bliss. He snakes his arms around your chest, grabbing one of your tits to twist your nipples and waist to hold you—he wants to feel your skin. Only moans are emitted from you as you try to pull away from him while clawing his arms.

"Ah, ah, ah. Sweetheart, you'll only make it worse. Hah... s-shit. J-Just allow me–ngh–to fuck you like this," he pauses as he pulls his hips until his tip is in you before slamming it deeply to your cunt, you arch your back greatly as you moan—uttering curses beneath your breath. "You'll eventually like this..."

Yes, you will like this. He'll do anything to keep you and a good hard fuck may help him hinder your ability to walk and run.

Maybe, that is a good idea—it'll let him keep watch of you. The thought of that made him more aroused as he slowly quickened his pace. Yet, you were too fucked up in pleasure to notice the malicious intent your boyfriend had in mind.

But it's okay, as long as he has you—he'll do anything.

"Sweetheart, you know I am the only man for you, oh—ngh? Ah—fuck... hmm, right?"

todoroki touya (dabi) — If only you were strong enough.

Dilly dally doll, such a beauty you are. Yet, you are such a fucking pain in the ass. You dare to escape from him—were you insane enough to consider that he'll never find you? Doll, you are wrong there. You have such a weak body with a weak quirk, he definitely doesn't want you to go to unknown places because he actually fucking cares about you. Maybe... there is another method to keep you by his side.

Deep grunts and vulgar words escaped the scarred lips of the villain as he gripped your plump sides, shooting thick ropes of white sticky liquid in your womb.

"Take it all like a good girl, doll. That's it." he licked his lips in satisfaction as he watched the erotic scene before him.

You look so pretty under him, just being a perfect cumdump for him. Although, he just hated your pettiness—who told you that you could leave him? Just because he accidentally put on a show of his ruthless killings of heroes in front of you, you had the nerve to escape. He is just doing his job, it's not really a big deal.

His eyes darken at the thought.

He pulled his dick out of your swollen pussy, letting the cum leak from your hole and giving a painful smack on your ass. A smirk forms on his face as he slides the leak sensually back into your hole, "That's the right place. Keep it in, doll. I really don't want you to piss me off again after that silly little stunt you've pulled."

You yelp in pain when you feel a stinging heat place on your clit as you comply with his order, carrying your body in a doggy position.

A boost of confidence fires in Dabi's core as he looks at your pussy clenching to hold his essence in you. But his ego wasn't the only one that fired in you, his huge cock was standing up again. He contemplates methods

Maybe, there is a way to let you stay with him.

Before you even attempted to get up from your bruising position, your face was suddenly pushed on the bed mercilessly, your ass at a higher height with an inviting pussy, and you felt a prodding tip in your entrance as it was gone in.

A loud moan from you echoed the room smelled of sex and sweat as Dabi let out a hiss to your tightness even if your mixed essence with his served as a lube.

"Touya! Wait, I-I just came!" you exclaimed, turning your head to the side.

A deep chuckle emitted from his chest as he snapped his hips against yours. You felt a protruding bulge on your belly when he snapped, jerking your body in reaction. His eyes held a purpose behind those lust and temptation as he leaned down, marking you with hickeys.

"I need to make sure that my baby mama doesn't waste a drop of my cum. I am certain you'll be a great mama, doll."

all dividers are from @cafekitsune, thank you <33

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itsabouttimex2 · 6 months

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Hello there! could we see a prequel of when platonic yandere Erasermic first saw Cloud quirk reader! I feel like the reader wouldn't exactily look like oboro, but then seeing that quirk and having that energetic personality would send the memories of oboro back into there mind

These two mourn Oboro to this day. It’s a major part of both of their characters, woven into their beings. They won’t move on. They can’t forget. So when they see you, something kind of cracks inside them.

Aizawa pauses, and just… stares. His chest tightens painfully, as a deluge of long-buried memories gnaw at his mind. It’s easy to that he’d be the strong one, the stoic one. But he isn’t. He’s a broken man long burdened by grief. It’s clear he hasn’t managed to move on from losing Oboro in the slightest.

However, Hizashi was able to healthily move on to some degree and become a teacher, a DJ, a radio host, a hero. Sure, it’s possible that he uses his exuberance to cope with grief or to draw Aizawa out of his worst moments, but he stills manages to be sunny and bright. All the same, he possesses a well-hidden ruthlessness and an extremely powerful Quirk that he’s not afraid to use. The moment he stops smiling, it’s probably time to run and hide, because something is terribly wrong.

And when he sees you, he stops smiling. There’s a moment where his larger than life personality and cheery disposition both slip, leaving him in a rare state of shocked silence. Hizashi just stands and watches, eyes going wide behind his concealing sunglasses. His gangly arms drop to his sides, his every bit of attention focused on staring you down.

Maybe it’s some kind of cruel joke. Maybe he’s been hit by a Quirk, creating a tailored distraction to keep him from noticing an approaching foe. Maybe he’s just seeing things. But no, he isn’t. You’re real, with his personality and Quirk.

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“Oboro…,” Aizawa mumbles to himself, caught in a similar state to his loudmouth friend. His bloodshot eyes catch on your smile, watching as you chat with a friend. The two of you walk side by side, trails of vapor and fog drifting from your fingertips as you show off your Quirk. Your friend laughs in amazement, watching in awe as the clouds shift into different shapes and figures, bending perfectly to your will.

Once, Oboro had done the same for him. Whenever Aizawa seemed down, he’d whip up a cloud and shape it into the cutest kitten he could manage, often ending up with a horrifically disfigured mess that had his friend stifling a smile.

Words catch in his throat. He can barely think straight. It feels like he can’t even stand.

He stumbles through the halls, making the short trip to his classroom, still empty. He snatches his phone from his pocket, fumbling with it until he has his loud-mouthed on the other end.

“You saw them. I know you did. Why didn’t you… why didn’t you warn me?”

A loud sigh from the other end. “Sorry, Sho. The kid’s in class 1-B, so I figured I’d get the chance to tell you in person. Didn’t think you’d run into them so soon.”

He desperately racks his brain for something to say, some way to respond. Hizashi beats him to it.

“Actually, Nemuri learned before me, and didn’t say a word either. I think she’s a little broken up too, honestly. Least we’re not alone, right?”

At least they’re not alone. Aizawa would agree, but can’t manage to swallow the lump in his throat. He just holds the phone to his ear, wondering if it was a blessing or curse that you didn’t get put in his class.

“They seem like a good kid, Sho. I’m gonna keep an eye out for them.”

“So they don’t end up like Oboro” is the unspoken second half of that last sentence. Voicing it out loud makes it a legitimate fear. Leaving it vague means the image stays vague, the fear stays vague. Just an uncanny feeling of potential danger, rather than outright fear for a child’s mortality.

“You know what, Mic? I think I’ll keep an eye out for the kid too.”

Because he can’t bring himself to relive that scene ever again a child shouldn’t have to worry about getting hurt at UA.

So they’ll look out for you. Nothing strange about it. Nothing serious, no cause for alarm.

Not yet.

#Platonic Yandere #yandere mha #yandere erasermic #yandere shota aizawa #shota aizawa #yandere hizashi yamada #hizashi yamada

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fluff-n-cookies · 5 months

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Hey, love! I’m new to this, so sorry if I’m doing this wrong :) You can call me Moon btw. I love your writing and appreciate how it’s all platonic!!!! I was wondering if you could do Aizawa (and maybe Mic or whoever else you want) with an introverted teen he took in asking to braid his hair, and getting lost in thought and humming while listening to him complain about work or something. It’s fine if not <3333

Hi Moon! It's nice to meet you! I am so so so so sorry for replying so late. I was feeling burnt out and just really needed a break. I hope you understand. I was also hoping I could use this prompt for other characters so if you’ll give me permission I’d love to use your idea again for different characters. :)

Aizawa never liked coming home. He never liked the blinding white light bulbs that came with his crappy apartment and was too lazy to change, he didn’t like the smell of coffee and dirty dishes he felt were too overwhelming to do. He used to only have the energy to eat some soggy cereal and pass out on the couch before getting up to do hero work in the morning, or 2 am, or come home at 11 pm but that didn’t matter, it was just the same thing every day.

But now, he had you. Being the sole survivor of a strange house fire at 1 am and having no memories whatsoever and having been considered shy and introverted. You were one with no guidance, no past and a future unknown and uncharted. And while you had been proven to have the intelligence of a child your age and then some, you had little to no knowledge of much else. You were a young girl in need of love and protection. (at least to him.)

So he took you in, begrudgingly, at first, but he soon felt a sense of comfort in your presence, a sense of happiness even.

He even decided to pick up a parenting book or two, and found some mommy bloggers as well. I mean, what else is a man to do except try and be a good parent to a child he loves ever so dearly?

He learned he needed to make food for said child, instead of living off take out and what he can find at the convenience store next door. Children also need to live in a clean environment, so that is what he did, he tries to at least do the dishes and laundry regularly now.

Guess he needs to listen too, because he often finds himself listening to your rants about school and homework, as well as the rants of your hobbies, about what you did today, how you felt today, so many things. And I guess, just a hunch, that his life was finally falling into rhythm.

But it remained mostly the same.

Tonight was no different.

It goes;come home, take off shoes and coat, check if you’re awake, make some ramen (and some for you too if you are awake.) complain, go to bed.

So here he is, tiptoeing to your room at the end of the hallway, careful not to wake you if you are asleep. Only to find that you are, in fact, awake. The warm light bulbs he installed in your room peaked through the crack in the door you had left for the cat to come at the ungodly hours of the night. You could also see the various trinkets and hobbies you had picked up over your 4 years of living together and made your room the heart of the whole apartment. Lively and bright. And there you were, hunched over your desk watching a video on your computer, fiddling with a piece of origami paper, attentively following the instructions from the video to try and make an origami frog.

It took about 10 seconds to recognize he was there, smiling, happily at your antics. You smiled a little, but that smile made it all worth it to do what he does, be a hero and a single parent both at the same time, a smile that could light up even the darkest of nights. You did a little run too, you ran a little run to get to him but still tried to be light on your feet so as not to bother the neighbors.

Always so considerate. He thought.

It was a regular routine really, for him to get you from your room and make some ramen, but as you two sat on the couch, TV was buzzing with the latest new stories (who needs a dining room table? Just use the couch! Why waste the space? It is the perfect space for your plants so for your plants it will be!) Something different happened today.

For in the smallest little voice, he heard you squeak out,

“c-can I braid your hair.” a slight tremble in your voice

Now that was a surprise,

“What do you mean?”

“I’m sorry, I meant it as in can I do your hair, I’m sorry I shou-”

“Sure.” he replied nonchalantly.

“What?”

“You can braid my hair. Go on, the hair ties are in the bathroom.”

“Oh.” there was a pause. “Okay.”

Here he was, out in the dead of night at 12 in the morning, a young girl braiding his black locks of hair while he complained about PresentMic’s antics while eating convenience store ramen. For once in his life he felt at peace, as the world slowed down he felt himself slowly understanding. Understanding that it may be over, the repetitive nights of the never ending loneliness. It’s over.

And it starts here, with you, with tonight where you braid his hair and listen to him rant about the outside world. But here it’s safe, in this crappy apartment with the cool light bulbs and the distant stench of dirty dishes and the coffee he had this morning. It's okay. Life is okay.

Maybe he wasn’t doomed to have the same routine every day over and over again.

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thecuriousquest · 2 months

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I’ve once again have come for some naga bois.

Platonic Yandere naga Aizawa with bunny Reader? Curious I’m STARVING for some more naga stuff from you!

Spicy Naga!Shota

Yandere Naga!Shota Aizawa x Submissive Bunny!Reader

Warning: Yandere, NSFW, oral sex (female receiving), vaginal sex, Naga!Shota, Bunny!Reader, MONSTER SEX HELL YEAH!, spanking referenced, edging referenced, spicy HCs, willing Reader, kidnapping at the end kind of?

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You’re just such a precious little thing with floppy ears and a cute little cotton tail.

Shota is an extremely rare breed for a Naga. He’s black from waist to tip. His scales are inky midnight, and he has those claws on his fingertips that are just as deep as his raven hair.

A rare breed likes rare things, though. Cute little you just so happened to be sleeping next to a tree, partially hidden by the shade, the other half exposed to the sun. He saw your cute little bunny tail first before his eyes drifted to the supple dome of your ass.

He flicked his tongue in the air, discovering a sleepy little bunny hybrid in heat.

Oh…what to do with cute little you?

As he slithered closer, he could see your plushy thighs shifting in your sleep as you pressed a hand against your crotch and let loose a whimper.

Shota was no gentleman. He let a claw drag up your inner thigh until it met your hidden treasure. He shifted to the pad of his finger, rubbing such a puffy little clit, too oversensitive for your own good.

You woke to the sensation of someone else touching you. You made eye contact.

But…you didn’t have an ounce of modesty in you. You turned over on your back and spread your legs wide for him.

He could see **everything**. Your little clit puffed up from how much you’ve been rubbing yourself. Your pussy pulsed as it wanted something to stuff it.

Your floppy ears twitched as Shota flicked his forked tongue into your sensitive little hole just to test it, to see what creamy substance you’ve been working up.

Fuck, he rammed his face tongue-deep into the pool of your bunny-hood. Nose bumped against your tiny nub. Unable to hear your moans and whimpers as you clamped your thighs tightly against his ears.

Your hand pushed his head down to go even further until you just can’t help your twitchy little self, your shaky little body. Your nose wriggled as you squirmed and creamed all over his chin.

But Daddy snake hasn’t gotten off yet. No, Daddy snake didn’t even tell you that you could come. You’ve been a bad bunny for Daddy, and bad little bunnies like you need lots of punishments to learn your place.

Bad little bunnies like you get spankings until your little bunny bottom is red and tender.

Bad little bunnies like you get edgings until you feel like you’re about to pass out.

Bad little bunnies like you get your little holes ignored while you suck on both of Daddy snake’s cocks.

He unfurled himself, rammed one cock into you while he had you stroke the other one. His big hand with the black claws held your throat like a necklace. He wanted to hear you whine this time, whine so loudly and scream and beg.

Beg like a good little bunny for her big and strong snake Daddy.

He nipped along the side of your neck as he buried himself deep inside of you, scaled hips thrusting in and out, in and out.

You arched your back so nicely for him, spread your legs even wider for him, did everything just to please him.

When he finished and spilled his seed into your little stimulated pussy, he gathered you up in his arms and carried you back to his den.

Because now, Shota has a new toy, a new pet to play with and care for. Someone to guide and teach. He wants you to be his bunny forever. There’s no getting away from your big Daddy snake.

#yandere #triggering content #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #triggering themes #yandere x darling #yandere themes #my hero acedamia #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #yandere my hero academia #my hero academia headcanons #naga #shota aizawa #yandere shouta x reader #yandere shouta aizawa #yandere eraserhead #eraserhead

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yandere-kokeshi · 1 year

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Ello! Can you do An Erasermic Hc with Reader Who Has a quirk Similar to both of them? Its About 3am here so I'm sorry if my English sucks-

Warnings: yandere behavior and talks about quirk deactivation; specifically cuffs.

A/N: hiii, you're totally fine! Since you didn't specify if this was romantic or platonic; I did the platonic route. Hope this works!

Hope you enjoy :3

This is a bonding moment between you three!! You can bet your ass that they will teach you small tricks and tips about things they’ve been taught.

While Aizawa is a bit disappointed, he is a bit happy that you two have similar quirks and he can use this to spend time with you. He does worry about you overworking yourself or simply using it to escape.

Hizashi, on the other hand, is incredibly stocked. The two of you (Aizawa and you) had to cover your ears when he realized you could yell just as loud as him, or try to do that! He’s immediately yelling out things that you two could do for fun before Aizawa snapped at him to zip it.

Depending on what you do, it’s likely you’re at U.A. High School. This basically means these two will try to have you training with them almost 24/7, following you around and gently telling you what you’re doing wrong and what you could approve of.

Much like the headcanon above: they are always glued to your hip, and at least one of them is always around you. You’re not allowed to leave the school premises without one of them being near you.

At best, one of them is always in the same room with you — watching TV, eating, and sometimes talking to you during your short breaks and lunch break.

Because of your quirk, you can bet that Hizashi will bring you to karaoke night! Preferably, late on Fridays and weekend nights; allowing you to eat whatever you want (and yes, you can eat as many sweets) and drink as much pop as you want.

Although, you will get to take naps with Aizawa. Not only will you get to share his yellow sleep bag and have a small chance of skipping class; but don’t expect to get away with the homework!

At some point, it’s expected for you to act out. Showing this, they will use every percussion available to make sure you don’t use your quirk to escape or hurt yourself/or them.

If they need to, they will use quirk-deactivating cuffs. Or worse: A permanent chip implanted into you as a way to make you behave. Though, it’ll only be temporary!

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yndrgrl · 9 months

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Could u do a aizawa fic pls

you found a new job under yandere! aizawa as a nanny for his cute kid

age gap. quirkless! au. soft! yandere. dom! aizawa

warning: nsfw, stalking, smacking/slapping, slight coercion??, punishment, daddy kink, sir kink, creampie

a/n: yayyy, first request 🥳 idk if you wanted a fluff or spicy fanfic... so i chose spicy haha. also sorry for taking so long, i just started a new job :0

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it was a chance encounter, you truly believed. your first year of college just came to a close, & now you had too much free time while the money in your bank account was slowly declining. even if you saved as much as possible, you'd still end up spending all of your money then you'd have to dip into your savings account-- something that you didn't want to do.

so that began your search for a job. you used websites, applied in-person. you thought your resume was solid enough to land a job by now. but no. even though they claimed they were desperately hiring, they never hired you. some had the curtesy to at least let you know that they weren't going to go with you; the rest completely ghosted you. from receptionist to substitute teacher to bank teller, they all rejected you.

it was extremely frustrating to go through the interviewing process then you were ultimately rejected. it was as if someone had it out for you.

that chance encounter happened while you were on the phone with your best friend. you sat at a small round table in a cafe you frequent often.

"i just don't get it, jirou!" you exasperated, taking a sip from your drink. you let out a heavy sigh. with how much effort you've put into finding a new job, you should've been paid.

"i'm sure momo's dad has a job for you," the girl on the other line tried to assure. she was on her daily jog, so she was slightly out of breath as she spoke.

with your face propped in your hand, you responded, "we already tried. all the available positions are for people with like, actual degrees or something. besides, we're not close enough for her to make a whole new job for me."

"i'm sure a job will fall right into your lap," jirou said, rustles of clothes being picked up in the phone microphone. in some sort of messed-up irony, she was getting ready for work. the universe just loved toying with you.

you took a breath in to exclaim how much you needed the money, needed a job, when a man pulled out the chair across from your table. "i'm sorry, i don't mean to be rude & eavesdrop," he began, catching your attention.

"sorry jirou, i'll call you back in just a sec," you whispered, then you hung up. "um, sorry, can i help you?" you took mental note of his appearance-- you know, just in case something happens in this very public, very populated cafe.

just by looks, you'd assume he was in his early thirties. his jet black hair was tied into a bun, stray strands framing his face. there were bags under his eyes-- along with a noticeable scar under his left one. though his disheveled appearance, he took care of himself; his stubble was even & maintained. his shirt was tight around his arms & his chest, & you could faintly make out the shape of his muscles. & god, were they big. he was alluring, with that slight smirk of his.

he would've intimidated you, maybe even set off red flags if he didn't have a toddler bouncing on his leg, tugging his hair out of its bun. she bubbled words & strung together incoherent sentences in beg of attention of her dad.

"i apologize again, i really didn't mean to eavesdrop," he repeated. "it's just i couldn't help but overhear you were looking for a job?"

"yes!" you exclaimed, clearing your throat with an embarrassed blush on your face. "i am looking for a job."

"are you interested in being a live-in nanny for my little girl?"

it was a chance encounter, you truly believed.

the job & its perks were almost too perfect, but you're not complaining. you got to move into the basement of his suburban home for free, he would cook you breakfast & make sure the fridge & cabinets were well-stocked. for nearly $25 an hour, you were living the dream.

eri, his -adoptive- daughter, was an absolute gem as well. she was a cheery toddler who loves life. she's not a picky eater, she loves picking out her own outfits, & if you turned off her show, she would pout for a little bit then bounce back for the next activity. never once has she screamed & shouted. she would cling onto her father almost all the time when he was home.

speaking of her father, you learned his name was shota aizawa, so, naturally, you call him mr. aizawa or sir. he would constantly ask you would other things you wanted, not needed. he would take you shopping, calling it a bonus. your living area was decorated, & you didn't even have to pay a dime! there were times where you felt more like a sugar baby than a nanny, in all honesty.

not that you minded. one look at him & you could already feel your heart beat quicken. maybe it was your daddy issues that just scream when you choose a guy you're into, but he was exactly your type. he's protective, yet soft. strong, yet humble.

you thought you hid your crush on him quite well, treating him as though he were any other person. sometimes you felt like he knew you were so utterly attracted to him.

"y/n," he called out, drawing you out of thought.

"u-uh yes sir?" you replied. you were dressed down still as it was the morning. he just finished breakfast & eri was fast asleep, bound to wake up at any moment. it was just the two of you.

"are you okay?" he asked. aizawa awaited for your answer while he plated your breakfast. he always insisted so you learned to let him.

as he walked towards you with your plate, you answered, "yeah, i'm okay."

he set down the plate in front of you from behind. aizawa bent over so his head was leveled with yours. both of his arms encased you, & if it weren't for the back of your chair, you would've been pressed against his chest. "are you sure?" he whispered into your ear. "i'm hear to listen, if you'd let me."

you turned your head to look at him because, somewhere in your strange logic, you thought it would've reduced the tension & made you less embarrassed. it did the opposite.

the tips of your noses touched, his lips only a few centimeters from yours. with half-lidded eyes, the way he looked at you made you quiver. you tried to create space between the two of you, only for your head to meet his arm. centimeters turned to an inch of space. "i-i am okay," you repeated.

"aw, don't lie to me," he said in teasing voice, but you could've been imagining it. "i know it's been hard, tell me about it~" you never would've thought he would have this amount of confidence-- mainly because, if he did, he should've been bringing home loads of women.

"i-i, it's just, um," you stumbled over your words. he had a smirk, amused. his eyes glanced down to your glossy, shaky lips, then back into your doe eyes, just waiting.

"daddy," eri called from the top of the staircase.

"y/n," he whispered.

"y-yes, mr. a-aizawa?"

"eat your food before it gets cold." & with that, he pulled away from you, sauntering upstairs to grab eri. left stunned, you picked at your food.

oh, how you loved telling your friends about how hot your boss is.

after that incident, you had to tell all your friends about it, so, during your guys' weekly, weekend, late night group facetime.

"oh, my god!" uraraka squealed. "you HAVE to tell us more."

"yeah, that's literally so hot," jirou laughed. "see! you found a perfect job."

you had your phone propped against some random bottle as you snuck into the kitchen to fix yourself something to eat. another thing about eri is that, once she's asleep, nothing is waking that girl up. as for aizawa, he's usually up doing something else-- which explains the bags under his eyes & his scheduled naps.

while you dumped your noodles into a pot of boiling water, you said into your phone, "i'm not even exaggerating, it was the hottest thing to ever happen to me."

giggles erupted from your phone. "well, to be fair, you haven't had much luck with guys in the past," mina stated. it was true. while you were in high school -& this past year of college- you really didn't connect with any guys.

"maybe the problem was that they were all her age," joked jirou. hysterical laughter followed after. you were bent over, trying to catch your breath.

"that's not true! i could go for guys our age," you tried to defend yourself.

"okay, let's name every single one of your crushes ever," tsu said, her camera angle only showing her eyes.

all the other girls started to spit out whoever they could think of.

"remember keigo? he was like, 2 years older than us," momo said.

"that's not even that bad," you rolled your eyes, stirring your noodles & adding the seasoning packet.

"oh yeah?" jirou challenged, "what about shoto-"

"he's our age!" you cut her off to save yourself the embarrassment. "besides i didn't even like him."

"yeah cuz you liked his DAD," jirou finished, to which even more bowls of laughter erupted. okay, maybe you did have a thing for older guys.

"oh wow, y/n, i didn't know you had a thing for older guys," a voice spoke from behind you. you jumped, letting out a yelp.

your phone blasted all of your friends' laughter until you grabbed your phone & hung up. "o-oh hey, sir," you stuttered out. you hid your phone behind your back as if you were caught doing something wrong. you felt your phone vibrate, your friends begging to be on call again. "how much did you hear?"

"not much," shrugged aizawa as he grabbed a glass cup from the cabinet above you. that's when you realized how warm he was, how flushed his face was, how messy his hair fell. that's when you realized he was wearing nothing but a pair of sweatpants & a small towel around his neck.

"wh-what are you doing up," you coughed, taking in his physic-- just for a second, of course. veins protruded up his muscular biceps down his forearms. his pecs were in front of your face. they were well-toned. his washboard abs rose with every breath he took. you let yourself quickly -& ever so sneakily- glance downward. smaller veins & a trail of black hair were like arrows, pointing down his sweatpants. you gulped. was it normal to have a bulge that big-

"you know, it's rude to stare, y/n," aizawa whispered in your ear before pulling away. he walked toward the fridge that had a water dispenser attached to the freezer door. "i just need a cup of water after my workout," he answered in his regular voice to her question.

"oh, nice, nice," you said. a tense, awkward silence followed afterwards. "i-i'm sorry, i didnt mean to," you swallowed, "stare."

"right, i'm sure." & with that said, he left upstairs to get ready for bed.

aizawa loved teasing cute, little you. how could he not? your reactions were simply priceless. your face would get pink while you tried desperately to hide your embarrassment. your skittish eyes darted around the room just to avoid eye contact.

you weren't going to speak up because he knew that you "secretly" loved it. you'd probably make some lame excuse to defend yourself. you'd say, "well i'll let it slide just this once because i really need this job." which was the truth, it just wasn't the entire truth. aizawa knew though. he knew how much you craved his closeness.

he loves teasing you, but he's not a monster.

that's why he whispers in your ear, caging you between him & some other surface. he fed into your fantasies while fueling his own.

he thinks about you. all the time. more than you'll ever know.

what you believed to be a chance encounter was -in fact- a calculated, perfectly-executed plan concocted by aizawa. you might've never noticed him until he introduced himself, but you're so eye catching; it was only natural for him to notice you.

at first, he cursed himself to the moon & back for being attracted to someone ten years younger than him. you're only twenty-three, why is he so charmed by you?

determined to find a fault in your character, he learned your daily routine, find your social handles, grasping at anything. he was expecting to find out that maybe you're so much of an alcoholic that you practically live at a bar or that you have eighteen children with twelve different guys. but no, he found nothing terrible about you.

all of your habits he found adorable-- especially the face you make when you're frustrated. he would watch from afar as you grunted & groaned at your laptop screen. the day at the cafe he figured out why you were so upset lately.

that's why he offered you the job, out of the kindness of his heart. no other reason.

he just wanted to make sure that you stay happy & safe, which is why he installed secret cameras in the basement before you moved in.

he loved to tease you. he loved to rile you up.

he'd tease you so badly that you -at the dead of night- spread you legs wide towards the camera & play with yourself with your fingers, moaning desperately for him. all while aizawa watched you.

tonight was different though because, with the money he gave you, you bought yourself something new. tonight, you had a bright pink vibrator stimulate your clit while your eyes rolled back in ecstasy. aizawa was offended, in all honesty. it was almost like you were mocking him.

he could do better than some toy. you should've known that. he was angry, aroused, & ready to make his move.

you were unsuspecting. usually you were hyper-aware of your surroundings when you masterbated, scared of getting caught. however, this was your first time using a vibrator, & god, it felt so good. you've never experienced anything like it before. blood rushed to your ears as you could only listen to the vibrations & your choked-back moans.

aizawa crept down the stairs, into your basement. the floorboards would creak as a warning, but they fell on deaf ears. he opened the door to the basement, sneaking in. the only light that was on was a dimly lit lamp from your room. "ngh, ah." he heard your muffled moans, & his cock twitched in anticipation.

he bursted through the door, making you jump back & pull the closest thing over the bottom half of yourself. "s-sir! i-is something wrong?" you asked in a high-pitched voice as you tried to calm yourself down.

he gave you a glare, & you felt like you were in trouble, preparing for some sort of punishment. even though you didn't do anything wrong, it was him who barged in. "what. the fuck. do you think you're doing?" he seethed, closing the bedroom door. you were exposed, your juices so clearly staining your sheets.

"wh-what are you talking about-"

"don't give me that, y/n. you've been such a bad girl," he growled. aizawa stalked closer towards you as you gulped.

"n-no i haven't, i don't know what you mean, sir," you managed to say, watching him walk to the side of your bed.

"what were you doing then, hm?" he questioned with a mocking smirk. "tell me. i'd hate to do something brash over a misunderstanding."

"i-i was just laying down," you lied. he was standing at the edge of your bed, & you turned towards him. your gaze was met with his aching bulge, & you gushed all over your bed once more. you tried covering up the squelching with a yawn. "i-i'm kinda tired, you know." you were still staring at his crotch, licking your lips subconsciously.

suddenly, his hand shot to your face, his palm covering your mouth while his thumb & middle finger dug into your cheeks. "don't lie to me~ you were touching yourself, weren't you? using a dirty toy while you thought about me, hm?" you tried shaking your head but he grasped harder, making you still. "i said, don't fuckin' lie to me." he made you nod your head yes while you look up into his lusted eyes.

"you're such a bad girl, & you should know that i don't tolerate any kind of bad behavior," he informed, his gaze never breaking away from yours. "i'm going to sit down, & you're going to lay belly-down on my lap, alright, baby?"

you shook your head no once again, embarrassed. you knew that, the moment you would do that, he would catch you. after all, from the waist down, you had no clothing. "no?" he repeated in an almost sing-songy voice. "no?"

it happened so fast. one minute you were disobeying him, the next you were on his lap, just as he wanted. the baggy crop top rode up the arch of your back, & now you were practically naked -ass up- on your boss' lap. you buried your face into your messy duvet. you felt your core leak onto your inner thighs, hoping aizawa didn't notice your arousal. he did though; he loved it.

his fingers stroked your pussy as he slurred, "what a naughty girl, gettin' wet for me. y'know how much older i am, don't ya?"

you nodded your head, dripping onto his fingers.

"& ya still want me?"

you nodded, this time with a small squeak. he pulled your head back with his other hand entangled in your hair. "what was that, baby?"

"y-yes," you whispered out, hyperfixated on his fingers that teased you.

"yes what?"

"yes, i-i want you, sir," you moaned out. his middle finger ghosted over your clit, & you jolted closer to him for more friction.

"aww, you're so cute," he purred as he let go of your hair, allowing you to fall back into your bed. "it's a shame that you were so impatient though," he said with faux pity, "i have to punish you."

"no, please," you whined. "that's not fair!"

"not fair? oh darling, you brought this on yourself," he laughed. aizawa drew his hand away from your aching pussy, much to your dismay. the hand came back down, thrashing your ass cheek. you let out a muffled scream into your blanket as you were pushed forward with his force.

"what's wrong, y/n? can't handle a bit of spanking?"

"n-no! i-i want you... i-inside of me," you stuttered out with a red-tinted cheeks.

"aww, do you?"

you nodded eagerly. he, in response, growled lowly, "you're going to learn your lesson. i don't want to hear anymore whining. you're going to be my good girl, & take it, right?"

you just nodded again.

smack!

"i said, you're going to be a good girl for me, aren't you?"

"y-yes, sir!"

smack!

you let out a moan, looking back at him with teary eyes. you wanted an explanation why he spanked you again. you did everything right, didn't you? you were a good girl.

"you didn't apologize."

"i-i'm s-so sorry, daddy," you gasped out, then tried to explain why you called him that. "i-i didn't-"

smack!

"you're going to keep calling me that, right?"

"y-yes, daddy." your ass stung bright red, & you felt the tingling sensation as the blood rushed to your asscheeks. aizawa let his hand graze over you, squeezing you ever so slightly.

"sit up, & look at me, y/n," he commanded in a softer tone than before. mindlessly & eagerly, you sat up onto his lap. one hand gripped on your hip while the other was placed behind your back. you wrapped your arms around his neck to stay sitting up. he leaned in for a kiss, lips pressed against your plush ones. with the hand behind your back, he glided his nails over your back.

his tongue slid over your bottom lip before invading your mouth. you let out a moan as he kissed you. he was the one to pull away, you unconsciously leaned into him for another kiss. you were snapped out of your lust when he dove into your neck, nipping & kissing all over. between hickeys, he whispered, "see? good girls get a reward."

you just let out breathless moans. your arms were still around his neck while he lowered you onto the bed. "baby, i don't ever wanna punish you again," aizawa lied, slipping your crop top over your head before throwing it on the floor. he took of his shirt, chuckling when he saw how pink your ears got. "you know why i had to punish you though, don't you?"

"y-yes, i do, d-daddy," you stuttered out. it was hard to focus while he dragged his tongue over your body. he bit your collarbone, sucked on your tits, kissed down your torso. it was all so distracting.

"why did i have to punish you, y/n?"

"because i-i was p-playing with myself without y-your permission," you told him, sighs in between every word. you don't know how or when your legs were over his shoulders, & you didn't notice until he spoke.

every annunciation blew warm air to your throbbing heat. "such a smart girl, y/n~" he praised, his onyx eyes locking with your doe eyes. you didn't have to say anything, he could tell by your facial expressions how badly you needed him. he kitten-licked your pussy; it was so little, yet you couldn't help but squeak in delight.

"oh, my god," you moaned out, throwing your head back as he began to lap your juices. he groaned as his tongue flicked your clit.

"you taste so fuckin' good, baby," he uttered, diving back for more.

"thank you, daddy," you said, you didn't even know if he still wanted to punish you, but there was a chance that he did, & you didn't want this to stop.

"good girl."

he stimulated your clit with his tongue while three fingers pumped in & out of your hole. he pulled away from your pussy for a second, demanding, "look at me when you cum, got it?"

"yes d-daddy!" you yelled out, self-restraint turning into the opposite. a pressure built inside your core, threatening to pop at any second. you looked down, tears of pleasure & neediness rolling down your pink cheeks. "i-i'm gonna cum. please keep going, i'm gonna cum!" you let out a string of pleads & moans as you came all over aizawa's face.

he stood up, slipping off his pants & boxers. he kicked them away as he towered over you. he was standing on the edge of the bed while you lied with your legs spread. "you want me, y/n? you really want me?" he asked because if you wanted him to stop, he would. if you wanted him to do anything, he'd do it.

"i really want you," you said as sincerely as someone who just climaxed could say anything. "i-i just don't want this to be a one-time thing," you admitted.

he laughed, lining his cock with your entrance as he stroked your cheek with his thumb. "trust me, baby. this is not a one-time thing, i'm so addicted to you, y/n. you don't even know." he finished his short-lived speech by shoving his girthy dick into your cunt, & you remembered just how dominate aizawa was. you let out a scream due to the pain, unexpectedness, & utter pleasure you got all in a single moment.

his thrusts were soft & slow at first. you could feel every inch leave then plunge back into your weeping hole. "d-d-daddy, you're so big," you moaned while you wrapped your arms around his neck.

his pace picked up, hips jerking against you. your tits jiggled with every thrust, claps every time he went back inside you. he abused your sensitive g-spot, ramming himself in & out of you. your hands unraveled themselves around his neck, your nails digging into his muscular back. you let out babbles how you couldn't take it, how you were going stupid, & how you were going to cum. he groaned in response, "if you're saying anything other than daddy or more, shut your fuckin' mouth & take it like a good girl."

"n-ngh, ahhh, yesss daddy," you slurred, eyes rolling to the back of your head. you wanted him to slow down so you could think again, but you liked being mindless, you liked how you didn't have the energy or will power to think about anything in this fucked-up world. all that mattered in that moment was you, aizawa, & how good the two of you felt.

"you're so fuckin' beautiful, baby," he groaned, he couldn't help but compliment you. how could he not? you looked even better pinned under him than he imagined. "so tight for me."

"please let c-cum with me, daddy," you begged. he didn't respond for a second, & you started to doubt yourself.

"wh-where," he groaned out, thrusts becoming rough & sloppy.

"what?"

he was losing composure. "where do you want me to cum?"

"inside," you answered quickly, wrapping your legs around his waist. you felt like you were in control now. "i-i want you inside of me when i cum all over your cock, d-daddy~"

"y/n. don't say stupid shit," he warned, knowing damn well he'd fold in an instant. you kept moaning with every thrust, begging for him to cum.

"p-please~ daddy, i deserve it. i-i've been a good girl," you whimpered. you jutted your bottom lip in a pout & tried to give your best puppy-dog eyes. every thrust he could see you twitch in pleasure, your expression couldn't hide how much you were enjoying this.

"fuckin' brat," he scowled. he watched you as you figured out how much power you truly have over him. he couldn't blame you for extorting it because that's what he did to you. at the end of the day though, you won.

he became sloppy & fast. his cock twitched inside of you when he saw your slutty expression-- tongue hanging out of your mouth, cheeks red, tears running down your face, eyes begging. & it was all because of him, how he fucked you. he was the cause of such a beautiful thing. finally, with a single thrust, he buried himself deep within you, cumming.

whiteness painted your insides while you came around him, clenching his twitching prick. "a-aizawa!" you screamed out in pure ecstasy.

deep breathes, panting, & sighs of content followed afterwards. he slipped out of your gaping hole, his sperm leaking out of your pussy. he climbed into your bed, coddling you. you were still shaky, senses heighten. you placed your head on his chest, listening to his heart beat slow.

he pulled the covers over the two of you. aizawa said while massaging your scalp, "you okay, baby?"

"mhm," you hummed, "i-i just never been fucked like that before."

he laughed, then kissed the top of your head. "i promise that this won't be the last time, y/n. i'm all yours." though he didn't say it, he was thinking, besides, guys your age won't know what to do with a bad girl like you.

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