#Aizawa x secret husband reader

[jinkicake]

~ ♡ Late Night Visits ♡ ~ 

(( Day #2 )) Aizawa, Dabi, Hawks, Shigaraki x Reader

A/N: i havent written for these losers in months and I haven’t even watched the new season yet but I've seen pics and that’s enough for me.... i had to write for the dilf, the arsonist, the double agent, and the stinky league fan one more time just for fun!-

NSFW // SEMI-SMUTTTTTY

WC - 2,238

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. . .

Aizawa is tired. 

He all but stumbles into his apartment before he carelessly tosses his scarf onto the kitchen floor. With his strong fingers, he roughly pulls at the roots of his hair. 

Almost like thin air, you appear behind him. Had he not been so accustomed to your cold hands, he would have flinched at the feeling of them running underneath his shirt. 

“Are you alright, dear?” You press your cheek into his back as you flatten your hands across his muscular abdomen, it’s no secret that you’re feeling him up but, Aizawa doesn’t mind one bit. If he had any complaints about your (sometimes) odd habits then he would have never married you in the first place. “Did you have a tough night?” 

The gentle kisses you press along his spine, standing on the tips of your toes to reach the back of his neck, make the man sigh in contentment. 

“I’m just tired, that’s all,” He mumbles and it’s a miracle that his words don’t slur together. 

“Sleepy?” You egg on and Aizawa reaches for an empty coffee mug on the counter. 

“Just tired.” He narrows his eyes at the lack of substance in the container, he could have sworn that he filled it up earlier before his patrol. “I still need to finish those exams,”

“I already graded them for you, don’t worry about it,” You coo before you teasingly dig your nails into his sides, Aizawa grunts at the tug. 

It feels odd for the man to not drink coffee right now at almost four in the morning. Still unsure of your motives, he suspects that you don’t expect him to sleep right now.

“Come on, come on,” You push your weight against his back to get him to move but, your husband doesn’t budge a single inch. “let’s go to bed.”

“Let me take a shower first,” He snaps but there is no malice in his words, no threat or anger. It’s more like a gentle nip that makes you roll your eyes. 

“No, I said bed,” Again, you pinch his skin and this time lower your hands to the front of his baggy pants. 

Aizawa gets it now, why you want to drag him to bed instead of force him to go to sleep. In a way, it’s the same thing. You always fuck him to sleep and he falls for it every time with little complaint. 

He has never been able to turn you down.

It’s how he finds himself leaning over the counter, bending over your soft body as he rolls his hips against your ass. You’re much too tight for him to move but, he couldn’t be still even if he wanted to. Aizawa leans on one of his muscular forearms against the cool top of the counter while his hand palms at your breast. You keep squeezing your thighs together and the guttural groans that leave the man because of it are sinful. He’s loud, much louder than he usually is and maybe it’s because of his initial tiredness but you just feel too good for him to care. 

“Are you going to cum for me, Shouta?” Your voice almost sounds like a purr, calling out to him and beckoning him with a backward roll of your hips. The soft giggle that leaves your lips causes his hips to stutter. “Cum in me,”

. . .

When Dabi finds himself pulling out his key to open your apartment, he scoffs. He wants to roll his eyes at this ‘domestic shit’, it pricks him like an uncomfortable thorn in his side. How odd. His heart beats a little faster in his chest whenever he’s around you and whenever he’s not, he finds that the missing beat is replaced with a dull ache. The man will never understand his own bodily reactions and doesn’t want to. He ignores it, like most powerful emotions in his life. 

It’s nearing two in the morning when he finally pushes past the door to your bedroom. His clothes are long gone and now on your floor, phone discarded on your table. He stares at you, in nothing but his boxers, as you rest. 

“Cute,” Dabi hears himself say and again ignores it entirely. He can’t be blamed for it, you really are cute with your leg poking outside of the blanket. From this angle, he can almost see what’s hidden underneath the rise of your pajama shorts. His fingers start to burn as his soul demands to touch you, and like a moth drawn to a flame, Dabi can’t stay away. 

He runs his fingers along your bare thigh, gently stroking your skin higher and higher until he reaches the curve of your ass. It would be so easy for him to push the shorts aside and-

Dabi pulls his hand away.  

Something snaps inside of him as he moves to sit on your bed instead, ultimately laying over you as he stares up at the ceiling. He doesn’t think about his feelings, he doesn’t want to. Dabi continues to ignore the pull even as you squirm out of your slumber. 

“Get off, asshole,” You say this but still attempt to wrap your leg around his waist. When this doesn’t work, you finally sit up and wrap your arms around his shoulders. 

There’s a glint in your eyes that almost makes Dabi nervous. 

“Are you here to fuck now?” You grin and the smile is entirely knocked off of your lips when Dabi pushes you back against the mattress. He relishes in the sound of your laughter, filled with delight, and he tries to think of anything that can compare to it. 

Nothing can but, he doesn’t admit to that. 

He ignores it, like all things related to you, and kisses you instead. In an effort to soothe his racing heart, the man focuses on the push of his lips. He memorizes the way your lips mold into his own, pushing and pulling until your mouth parts open for him. The messy smacks of your lips captive him too well as he lowers himself onto his forearms. 

Dabi swears against your tongue as you spread your legs and wrap your thighs around his broad waist. The dig against his staples makes him bite back another curse but he can’t complain since he gets to feel your ankles pinch his lower back. 

He nearly cums altogether when you loop your arms around his neck and tug on the ends of his dark hair. That’s when his restraint breaks and that’s when he stops kissing you in favor of pinning you back against your mattress with a hand to your throat. 

“Stay still,” Dabi murmurs quietly as he runs his eyes over your exposed belly, the hoodie you were wearing is now pressed over your chest. He lowers his face without a second thought, “and I’ll make you feel good.”

. . .

“Oh, pretty bird,” 

At the sight of your sleeping form, Hawks can’t help but coo in adoration. He immediately sends his wings off in different directions to care for you. One pulls your blanket up higher to rest just under your chin while another brushes a strand of your hair out of your face. 

You’re too sweet, it does terrible things to his heart. 

After his initial greeting, the prohero continues with his nightly routine (the one when he is not on call) while his feathers continue to shower you in love. He removes his outerwear and shoes then heads for the bathroom. 

He isn’t sure when his feathers started to take a more ‘thoughtful’ approach at making sure that you’re comfortable but, all Hawks knows is that he can now hear your moans over the running water from the shower. 

“Keigo!” You curse out his name as you rip the blanket off of you, the vibrations between your own legs are starting to get the better of you. Hawks is now all too aware of the situation, he can practically feel your arousal leaking between your thighs and the little twitch of your clit against his vibrating feathers. 

This is why he never lets his feathers run on autopilot. 

He rinses off quickly, ignoring the soap still trailing down his legs before grabbing a towel and throwing it around his waist. 

“I’m so sorry, babe-” The rest of his apology dies on his lips as his throat runs dry. He thought you were angry and upset since you had every right to be but, this, this sight before him is at the forefront of every single one of his wet dreams. The almighty prohero nearly falls to his knees. 

You’re there, knees bent and spread wide by two of his feathers while another rests against your cunt, and you’re tugging and toying with your own nipples. Each pull of your fingertips makes you gasp out in pain but the ache is quickly soothed by another one of his feathers vibrating against your soft breast. 

Hawks didn’t even know he had that many of his feathers back but, he can’t even think about counting them when he starts to drool. 

“Baby,” He calls out almost pitifully, reaching for you as he crawls on the floor on his hands and knees. You throw him a pointed look before ignoring him to focus on chasing your own high. The slight arch in your back and convulse of your pretty cunt, Hawks knows the telltale signs too well. “please,” He whimpers now before kissing his way up your calf and thigh. 

At some point, he becomes too impatient and decides to trace the expanse of your leg with his tongue. The taste that decorates your skin makes him shiver. 

“Come on,” The hero can beg all that he wants but, his feathers are now in their own control. Hawks couldn’t stop moving them even if he wanted to (not that he ever would). 

In your own way of being generous, you straighten one of your legs and rest the pad of your foot against the thin towel covering his hips. The moan that leaves him is almost embarrassing but Hawks couldn’t care less, he desperately needs more from you. 

. . .

Shigaraki’s eyes burn as he stares at the bright computer screen. For once, it’s not his own screen that he is staring at. It’s three in the morning and you are still in your own little world. 

He’s watching you bitterly as you continue to happily play a shitty farm simulation. Somehow, he’s become so distracted that his C6 Yelan has died multiple times while fighting a pesky low-grade ruin guard. 

Why are you giggling over some pixel flirting with you? Why are you cooing at digital cows?

The need to pull at his light hair becomes stronger and Shigaraki thinks his eyes may fall out if he doesn’t blink in the next handful of seconds. When he manages to tear his eyes away from you, blink, and look back at his phone screen, his entire team is dead. Yelan is gone, Raiden is gone, Kokomi is gone, and Collei is gone. Not like he cared much about the last character. 

He doesn’t even fix his team, he simply closes the app out of frustration before stalking over to you. There’s no effort on his part to be quiet at all and you wordlessly glance over your shoulder when you hear the rough slams of his socks against the hard floor. 

“What?” You hum and barely give him another glance as you go back to brushing your sheep. Shigaraki nearly growls in irritation. 

“Get up,” He narrows his eyes and then instantly regrets his choice of words once you slowly pause your screen. Shigaraki’s legs nearly buckle under the intensity of your glare and he tries to wrack his mind for any possibility to go back on his words before you get the chance to scold him. 

He’s fought proheros before, survived a fucking experiment that took months in the process, and he still can’t face you when you’re angry.

“What?” You keep your face leveled despite the judgment in your eyes. Shigaraki clicks his jaw. 

“I meant, ” He disregards his pride entirely as he looks to a random corner of your room. “Can we sit together please?” It’s your pleasant hum that brings his attention back to you. 

And it’s now his own pitiful moans that serve as a reminder, his pride means nothing in the face of you. 

Shigaraki will gladly suffer blow after blow to his pride if it means that you will sit in his lap and circle your hips while continuing to play your game. Each tight squeeze of your cunt has him gasping for air, roughly gripping the edges of the chair while his hips relentlessly buck up into you. He can’t control the way his gut wrenches and thighs tense as you happily bounce up and down on his cock. Each time you slam your hips down, it nearly crushes his balls and he can’t think of a more blissful feeling. 

“Harder,” He grits his teeth, eyes squeezed shut, as he eagerly awaits the next painful slam. You place your controller down without a second thought before moving again, taking turns rocking your hips and bouncing up and down.

Shigaraki knows what happens when he interrupts your game, you don’t stop until you drain all the cum out of his balls. But, being the masochist that he is, he loves it entirely too much to stop. 

. . .

2023/02/03 ♡

#Aizawa x reader #dabi x reader #hawks x reader #Shigaraki x reader #mha x reader #bnha x reader #Aizawa smut #dabi smut #hawks smut #Shigaraki smut #mha smut #xiaos spicy almond tofu #this is soooo shitty but idc it reflects my sweet dabi

[angelltheninth]

SFW Masterlist Part 1

Part 1 of my SFW Masterlist.

DC COMICS

Comforting Jason After a Nightmare

Bruce Wayne x Fem!Reader - Nervous Billionaire

Going to the Gala with Bruce Wayne

Bruce Wayne x Fem!Reader - Even Vengeance Needs Sleep

Bruce Wayne x Fem!Reader - Soothing Insecurities

Bruce Wayne x Fem!Reader - Hurting for a Kiss

Angst with Jason Todd

Jason Todd x Reader - Just a Normal Life

MCU

MCU Characters with an S/O who is Really Skilled with Knifes

Morning After with the Moon Boys

Moon Boys Taking Care of You When You're Drunk

Mornings with Jake Lockley

Marc Spector with a Selene Goddess Avatar

Moon Boys Being Sick

Moon Boys with an S/O who has Food Allergies

Infinity War!Steve x Reader

MCU Characters Having a Crush

Moon Boys Making Food for You

Domestic Headcanons with Jake Lockley

Working with Jake Lockley

Moon Boys Reacting to You Wearing Their Clothes

Moon Boys with an S/O who has Scars

THE WITCHER

Geralt Taking Care of You While You're on Your Period

Geralt With A Bard S/O

Tugging on Geralt's Medallion

Geralt Falling in Love With a Nature Witch

Geralt Dating a Shy Sorceress

Neck Kisses with Geralt

A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE

Angry and Protective Daemon

Aemond, Daemon and Harwin when You Marry Someone Else

Aemond, Daemon and Harwin with a Crush

Domestic Headcanons with Daemon and Harwin

Giving Birth to Harwin's Baby

First Time Meeting Harwin Strong

Harwin Strong Protecting You

Deamon and Harwin Kissing Headcanons

Fluffy Dating Headcanons with Harwin Strong

GENSHIN IMPACT

Arlecchino with a Sassy S/O

Enemies to Lovers with Childe and Pantalone

Accidentally Bumping into Genshin Men's Chest

Genshin Men's Love Languages

Genshin Men + Pillow Talk

Barista!Childe x Fem!Reader - How Do You Take It

Zhongli x Fem!Reader - Rex Lapis Experiance

Genshin Men Being Jealous

Diluc x Fem!Reader - Quick Break Long Night

Genshin Men Taking You To Bed

Kaeya x Fem!Reader - Wedding Night Cuddles

Kisses with Genshin Characters

VALORANT

Valorant Agents when Being Tackled in a Hug

Valorant Agents After a Near Death Experience

Valorant Agents Being Jealous

Jett x Reader - Mere Deeper Cuts

Good Luck Kisses with Valorant Agents

Skye x Fem!Reader - Nature of Love

Yoru x Fem!Reader - Prince from an Another Dimension

Secret Relationship with Sova

CHAINSAW MAN

Aki Hayakawa Domestic Headcanons

Aki, Denji, Power, Makima + Sitting in Their Lap

Aki, Denji, Power, Makima Kissing Headcanons

Aki, Denji, Power, Makima Red Flag Headcanons

BUNGOU STRAY DOGS

Bungou Stray Dogs Men + Kisses

Mentorship with Fukuzawa, Dazai and Ranpo

Bungou Stray Dogs Men when You're Drunk

Daizai, Chuuya and Nikolai Getting Work Out Kisses

Surprising Bungou Stay Dogs Men

YUUKOKU NO MORIARTY

Married Life with Fred Porlock

Yuumori Men + Where They Like to Kiss You

Reuniting with James Bonde

STAR WARS

Helping Reva

Rex x Fem!Reader - The Caring Captain

Obi-Wan Kenobi Reacting to You Being Pregnant

The Bad Batch as Husbands

BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA

Shoto Todoroki x Fem!Reader - Yearning and Burning Cold

Shoto Todoroki Taking Care of you While You're Sick

Aizawa Shouta/Eraserhead x Fem!Reader - Empty Classroom

Bakugo Katsuki x Fem!Reader - Often so Angry but so Soft

VANITAS NO CARTE

Teasing Vanitas During a Party

General Angst Headcanons with Vanitas

Spending the Night with Vanitas

First Date with Vanitas

Teasing Vanitas Headcanons

UNCHARTED

Rivals to Lovers with Nathan Drake

Nathan Drake Finding Out You're Pregnant

Injured Nathan Drake Headcanons

Nathan Drake Meeting an Ex

Best Friends to Lovers With Nathan Drake

Giving Birth to Nathan's Baby

Nathan Drake Rescues You

Dating Nathan Drake

RISE OF THE TMNT

Donatello With an Insomniac S/O

Sharing a Bed with Leonardo and Donatello

First Kiss and Angst with the TMNT brothers

Hand-holding Headcanons with Leonardo and Donatello

General Dating Headcanons with Leonardo and Donatello

Leonardo x Kitsune!Reader

Donatello Not Wanting Contact

THE LAST OF US

Rescued By Joel Miller

Domestic Headcanons with Joel Miller

True Love's Kiss From Abby Anderson

#masterlist #dc comics x reader #mcu x reader #the witcher x reader #hotd x reader #valorant x reader #chainsaw man x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #star wars x reader #bnha x reader #vnc x reader #uncharted x reader #rise of the tmnt x reader #yuumori x reader #tlou x reader

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Love Like Ghosts (Chapter 8) - a Shigaraki x f!Reader fic

You knew the empty house in a quiet neighborhood was too good to be true, but you were so desperate to get out of your tiny apartment that you didn't care, and now you find yourself sharing space with something inhuman and immensely powerful. As you struggle to coexist with a ghost whose intentions you're unsure of, you find yourself drawn unwillingly into the upside world of spirits and conjurers, and becoming part of a neighborhood whose existence depends on your house staying exactly as it is, forever. But ghosts can change, just like people can. And as your feelings and your ghost's become more complex and intertwined, everything else begins to crumble. (cross-posted to Ao3)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13

Chapter 8

There’s something wrong with your house, but you knew that when you bought it, and looking at your neighborhood right now, you’d never guess the secrets it holds. The block party looks perfectly normal. Food cooking, kids running around, adults congregating with drinks and setting up chairs. The kids are laughing and chasing each other. Himiko and Shinsou are sitting on the curb, texting – presumably texting other people, although they could just be deadly serious about avoiding eavesdroppers. Phantom is bouncing eagerly at the end of her leash, pulling to get to the party. To get to normal.

For a moment you feel the difference acutely. The world of your house, Tomura’s world, feels a million miles away from the party you’ve just stepped into, even if the only real division is the property line. It’s a distance you can cross easily, that you cross every day, but Tomura can’t. Not unless –

You’re not thinking about that. You’re going to pretend that what he said as you were leaving didn’t happen. You said you wished he could come with you, he said you were stupid, and you left. That’s all. You steel yourself and step down from the sidewalk into the street.

Hizashi notices you first, of course. And he heads directly towards you, of course. You try not to quail before him. He speaks first, which helps. “My husband, my son, and my daughter have all informed me that I was ‘a bit of a dick’ during our conversation earlier. What do you think?”

“What do you think?” If he didn’t buy it from his family, there’s no way you’re piling on.

“I think you care more about protecting this neighborhood than you do about protecting yourself,” Hizashi says. “Which is admirable, if somewhat ill-considered. As far as I can tell, you’re the only human on this street without a tragic backstory. How did you get here?”

“Do you really want to talk about my backstory right now?” you ask. “Does it matter?”

“Less than your commitment to the neighborhood,” Hizashi says. “We have a common goal, and Hitoshi has suggested that “beefing” with a human girl isn’t the best look for me. With that in mind – truce?”

You can’t afford to fight with Hizashi. You also can’t afford to be scared of him. “Truce.”

“Good,” Hizashi says. He smiles. You’re pretty sure he knows you find his smile scary, but you hold it together. “Come on, then. Atsuhiro bought drinks.”

Atsuhiro did buy drinks. Atsuhiro bought a lot of drinks, if the pile of six-packs and assorted bottles of hard liquor and wine are anything to go by. You have a hard time believing Atsuhiro could afford this, and you’re not the only one. Aizawa’s hovering nearby, a disapproving look on his face. “I paid for it this time,” Atsuhiro is saying as you approach with Hizashi. “Look. I have a receipt.”

He holds it out for Aizawa to inspect, and Aizawa’s expression relaxes – for about two seconds. “This is for one case of beer and one bottle of wine. You stole the rest of it.”

“Hizashi never said I had to stop stealing. He said I had to stop getting caught.” Atsuhiro gestures proudly at the alcohol. “Based on the rumored nature of the conversation we’re about to have, we’ll need every last drop.”

“Let’s get started, then.” Hizashi raises his voice. “Everybody who needs to know, get over here.”

‘Needs to know’ is apparently a self-determined category – Himiko and Shinsou both come over, while Jin pointedly chooses not to in favor of supervising the kids. Jin’s mom is here, and so is Magne, and Spinner. Keigo hurries out of his house, and he’s not alone. Dabi’s trailing behind him, wearing a hoodie and a surgical mask. He beelines for the alcohol as soon as he spots it and Keigo yanks him back. “No.”

“You’re no fun.”

“No, I just remember the last time you drank. It went down your throat and spilled everywhere, because you don’t have a stomach.” Keigo rolls his eyes. “That’s my last decent hoodie and you don’t get to ruin it.”

“Sorry, but it’s true. Alcohol privileges are reserved for people who can appreciate them,” Hizashi says. “That means not you, Hitoshi.”

“Or you, Himiko,” Jin’s mom says, and Himiko pouts. “I’ll take some white wine if you have it.”

You end up sitting in a folding chair between Magne and Keigo, holding a beer you’re not planning to drink. The box with the documents sits at your feet. You’re waiting for Hizashi to say something, or maybe Aizawa, and after a few minutes of awkward silence punctuated by everyone slurping their drink of choice, Spinner makes eye contact with you from across the circle. “Well?” he asks.

“Well what?”

“You’re the one who called the meeting,” Spinner says. You were, weren’t you? You forgot about that, maybe on purpose. “Why are we here?”

“And while you’re explaining that, honey,” Magne says from next to you, “you might want to explain that little wrestling match in front of your house this afternoon. Don’t tell me the boys were fighting over you.”

“No!” You and Keigo recoil from the thought in unison. Keigo keeps talking. “That’s – something else. Nothing to do with this.”

“This has to do with Aizawa calling me yesterday afternoon, giving me a list of names, and telling me to look them up in the public records database,” you say. You tap the box of documents with your foot. “I did it, but I wanted to know why I was doing it, so me and Keigo decided to withhold the documents until Hizashi and Aizawa tell us what they need them for.”

“Which is what you’re all here for. Witnesses, since our two remaining ghosts don’t trust me not to put a whole world of hurt on their humans,” Hizashi says.

“And because the point was made that everyone in the neighborhood deserves the truth,” Aizawa says. “This has the potential to affect us all.”

“What does?” Jin’s mom asks. She’s starting to look worried. “What’s going on?”

“You talk first,” you say to Hizashi. Phantom is snoring underneath your chair. “Then I’ll explain.”

“At least someone in that house has a brain,” Hizashi remarks to no one in particular. He drains his glass of vodka, pours another, drains that, too, and sits forward. “One of my contacts from the old days – another unconfined ghost, like myself before Shou locked it down – reported that she’d sensed significant amounts of ghostly power emanating from someone who was assuredly not a ghost. This individual has been visiting old haunts, or the sites of old haunts if the building’s been knocked down, and asking questions of everyone they can find. As far as we can tell, they’re trying to figure out what circumstances led to the complete lack of ghosts where ghosts are supposed to be.”

“It would be coincidental if they’d visited only one or two sites. I keep a log of former haunts, and every site in the country has had a visit,” Aizawa says. A chill goes down your spine. “In some cases, the person visiting the site was forced to leave a name and contact information in order to receive all the information they requested. I was able to collect seven names, which I provided to someone who could access the public records database without drawing attention to themselves.”

Everyone looks at you. You pop the tab on your beer, drink some, and open the box. “Your list had seven names, but only four people,” you tell Aizawa. “Two of those people are deceased. Akaguro Chizome –”

You pull that file out and hand it to Magne, who scrutinizes it briefly before handing it off to Atsuhiro. “And Chisaki Kai,” you continue. You hand that file to Aizawa directly. “He died very recently.”

Aizawa’s expression didn’t change when you said the name, but his eyes widen when he starts reading the file. He touches Hizashi’s shoulder and beckons him to look. “It’s him,” Hizashi says, surprised. “Magne, Atsuhiro, get over here. Get a load of this asshole. Is this the guy who summoned you?”

Magne chugs her wine, steals your beer and chugs the rest of it, and goes to investigate. Meanwhile, Akaguro’s file has found its way into Himiko’s possession. She’s clutching it so hard the paper is crumpling. “Himiko, what is it?” Jin’s mom asks. You really need to stop calling her Jin’s mom. She’s Himiko’s mom too. “Are you all right?”

“He’s dead,” Himiko whispers. She doesn’t blink back tears, exactly. She closes and opens her eyelids, but her pupils have completely vanished. “My conjurer. He’s gone –”

Akaguro was her conjurer? You and Spinner and Keigo trade startled looks while Shinsou tries awkwardly to comfort Himiko. Himiko’s mom is comforting her rather than trying to figure out why she’s crying, but you have to wonder. Way back when you were first learning about ghosts, Jin said that he thought Himiko had been summoned unwillingly, but he wasn’t sure. Is she’s crying because she’s happy her conjurer is gone? Or because she’s not?

“Hold on a second,” Dabi says loudly. Himiko’s mom and Aizawa both shush him. “You’re telling me two conjurers are dead, and that’s half the people on this street safe for good? What kind of bullshit is that? Let me see that thing.”

He snatches the file from Himiko, then chucks it back at her a second later. “I’ve seen him. He wasn’t mine.” He goes for Chisaki’s file next. “Not mine either. One of these –”

You yank the box out of sight. “Sit down.”

“Watch it,” Dabi warns. His mask obscures his mouth, but it’s not hard to imagine the sneer. “You’re all alone out in the street. He can’t protect you here. Mouthing off to me might not be your smartest move.”

“It’s not mouthing off. Everything that’s in this box is going to come out of it, but I’m only explaining it once.” It’s been too long of a day. Your patience for Dabi’s nonsense is approximately zero. “We’ll pick up once everybody’s settled. Sit down.”

Dabi glares at you, but he doesn’t threaten you again, and you move to deescalate even further. “Besides, your conjurer is in here. Didn’t Keigo tell you?”

Dabi’s eyes widen, and next to you, Keigo makes an exasperated noise. “Thanks a bunch,” he says to you, then faces the group at large. “Two of the remaining five names on Aizawa’s list refer to the same guy, who’s still out there as far as we know. Ujiko Daruma and Garaki Kyudai. Same dude. Do either of those names mean anything to anybody else?”

‘Anybody else’ can only be referring to Hizashi. “No,” Hizashi says. “Neither of those were mine. What?”

Aizawa is staring at him. He doesn’t say anything. Hizashi gets frustrated in approximately two seconds. “Don’t hit me with those doe eyes, Shou. I don’t know what you want.”

“Be honest,” Aizawa says. “You don’t remember your conjurer’s name.”

You’re not sure why Hizashi would hide that – Tomura doesn’t seem embarrassed about not remembering who his conjurer is – but Dabi starts cackling a second later and gives you a demonstration. “Shut up,” Hizashi snaps at him. “It was two hundred years ago. You’d forget things, too!”

“The name of the guy who put me here? No way.” Dabi’s laughing so hard he’s crying – and he’s crying blood. “What, were you just that desperate to get out of there?”

There? “You remember what it’s like in there. I had a chance and I took it.” Hizashi is scowling. You didn’t think it was possible for anything to be scarier than his smile, but his scowl is even worse. “The name of the guy who gave me my ticket out didn’t matter that much.”

“You’re sure it was a guy?” Shinsou asks. “Aren’t there any girl conjurers?”

“Not on that list. Pass out the files on Garaki. That might help.”

You pass the Garaki files to the right, towards Hizashi. The Ujiko files go left to Keigo. “As far as who’s visiting those sites, there’s at least one live conjurer, and they’re using the names of dead conjurers to hide their trail,” you say. You look to Aizawa. “Is that what you’re thinking, too?”

Aizawa nods. “The use of the dead conjurers’ names is especially concerning, as it indicates a community of sorts between conjurers, as well as a desire to go undetected. They might not know we’re here, but they’re at least aware of the possibility that someone might be watching.”

“Now we are, too,” Magne says. She doesn’t look all that worried about it, but then again, her conjurer is dead. “There’s only one conjurer on that list who might be interested in us. We’ll deal with him if he shows.”

“We can’t just kill people,” Aizawa says. His daughter’s conjurer is dead, too. “It’ll draw attention. If there is a community of conjurers, they’ll know where he was last seen, and they’ll know where we are.”

“Besides, it’s not clear that we could kill him.” Atsuhiro is frowning. “In order to bind Dabi against his will, this Garaki must be uncomfortably strong.”

“We’ve got Tomura,” Spinner points out.

“Tomura can’t leave the property,” you say. “Does it take a ghost to kill a conjurer?”

“No,” Himiko says. It’s the first time she’s spoken up in a while. Her voice is watery. “People can do it. I’ve seen.”

“You have?” Keigo leans forward, intrigued. “Where?”

It’s quiet for a moment. Himiko glances at her mother. Her mother, whose face has gone white. “I thought it was your conjurer,” she says. “If I’d known –”

Jin and Himiko’s mom killed someone? You can’t help but stare, and you’re not the only one. “You did the right thing,” Aizawa says at once. “Any conjurer who approaches a former ghost is a threat. You protected your daughter and your family. I would have done the same.”

“Any of us would,” Keigo says.

Dabi makes a disparaging noise. “To return the favor.”

“No,” Shinsou says shortly. “If you wouldn’t kill for your family, what’s the point of having one?”

“Now that’s twisted,” Spinner says. He leans over for a fist-bump, and Shinsou obliges. “He’s right. That’s what family is for.”

“That is not what family is for. Who raised you?” Magne jokes. Spinner cracks up. “I believe my human. Dabi, sweetie, you should believe yours. He certainly puts up with enough from you.”

Dabi protests, and Atsuhiro joins in on the ribbing. Shinsou rises from his seat and crosses the circle to sit with his dads, and Himiko leans against her mom, looking drained. Even Keigo is focused on his ghost – mainly to make sure Dabi doesn’t set his hoodie on fire. You’re the only one here who’s alone. You scoop Phantom out from under your seat and cuddle her in y our lap, trying to stifle that stupid, lonely feeling. There’s nothing to be lonely about, because there’s nobody to miss, nobody who should be here with you. What Tomura said wasn’t something he meant. It’s not anything that could ever be true.

Everyone’s losing focus, and you’ve still got one set of files left in the box. “Hey,” you say, your voice too quiet and too shaky. You hug Phantom a little closer for courage and try again. “Hey! We’re not done. There’s one more in here.”

The neighborhood turns back to you, semi-reluctantly. “So?” Himiko says. “Tomura’s conjurer doesn’t matter because Tomura’s still a ghost, and Hizashi’s conjurer probably has so many ghosts he doesn’t care. Why do we need this other guy?”

“Tomura’s conjurer and Hizashi’s conjurer could be the same person,” Aizawa says, which shuts everybody else up in a hurry. “A conjurer capable of summoning either of them would be wielding an almost unbeatable amount of power. Garaki could be handled –”

“Are you saying I’m weak?”

Aizawa ignores Dabi. “But the only person capable of handling Tomura’s conjurer would likely be Tomura himself. And Tomura’s bound to the house.”

That’s not the only problem with Tomura dealing with his own conjurer. There’s the legend Spinner told you about, the one where ghosts who kill their conjurers get sucked back into the world between. You couldn’t admit how you felt before, but you can’t hide from it now – the idea of losing Tomura that way throws you into a panic, strong enough that Phantom starts whining and nuzzling into your armpit, trying to calm you down. You don’t want to lose Tomura. You might not want him to embody himself permanently, but you don’t want to lose him, either.

Nobody else is thinking along the same lines as you are. “So we knock down the house,” Magne says with a shrug. “Then he’s loose. Problem solved.”

“In favor of causing an even bigger problem,” Aizawa snaps, appalled. “Do you have any idea of the kind of havoc he could wreak unchecked?”

“Hey, maybe that was true two years ago,” Hizashi says, slinging an arm around Aizawa’s shoulders. “Right now he looks pretty checked to me.”

He nods at you, and you feel your face flush. Everybody else is nodding – knowingly, in the case of everybody but Shinsou and Spinner. They all seem to think the problem’s solved, but Aizawa doesn’t. “That lasts exactly as long as she’s alive,” he says flatly. “And no longer.”

Hizashi is rolling his eyes, calling Aizawa out for being gloomy, but Aizawa isn’t wrong. Tomura would never embody himself, and he’s already made it clear that you leaving him is something he’s not prepared to tolerate – leaving him by dying included. He can’t make you a ghost like him, no matter how much he wants to, and when he realizes he can’t follow you wherever you’ve gone, he’ll be furious. Probably with you, since you left him, but you won’t be around to hear about it. You’ll be wherever humans go, hopefully with Phantom and however many dogs you’ll have had who died before you. Tomura will be someone else’s problem then, and unfortunately, you think Aizawa’s right – he won’t be a problem anyone’s equipped to handle.

“Knocking down her house can’t be our Plan A,” Keigo says, and you breathe a way-too-shaky sigh of relief. “It shouldn’t even be our Plan D. Worst-case scenario, that house is our fallback position. For that to work we need it to be standing.”

“Agreed,” Jin and Himiko’s mom says. You really need to learn her name. “But I don’t want us to need a fallback position at all. There has to be a way to deal with this before we’re found out.”

“There’s an idea,” Magne muses. “Why don’t we just kill Garaki before he finds us?”

“Killing him away from the neighborhood would mean our location won’t be revealed,” Atsuhiro says. He’s holding Garaki’s file and he flips through it. “There’s a lot of information here. We can find what we need to find him first.”

“He’ll see you coming,” you say. You didn’t have a strong opinion at first, but now you’re firmly in the camp of nobody doing anything other than trying to stay hidden. “They can sense ghostly energy, can’t they? If you two and Hizashi come down on him –”

“I’ll do it,” Spinner says at once. You stare at him and he shrugs. “I did say I’d kill for my ghost.”

“Technically, you’d be killing for his ghost.” You point at Keigo, who rolls his eyes. “Still up for it?”

“It would be for the whole neighborhood,” Jin’s mom says. She throws down the rest of her wine. “I’ll do it, too.”

“Not you. You’ve got kids,” Hizashi says. He turns on Aizawa as Aizawa’s opening his mouth. “Not you either, babe. You’ve got kids, too. So that leaves –”

You know exactly who it leaves. You and Keigo and Spinner and maybe Jin, once Jin finds out that anybody might be interested in hurting the neighborhood. Keigo rolls his shoulders, cracks his neck. “I’m up for some conjurer-hunting,” he says. “What about you all?”

You open your mouth to argue, but Aizawa renders it unnecessary a second later. “Not her.”

“Why? Because she’s a girl?” Himiko frowns. “That’s sexist.”

“It’s not about that. If anything happens to her, we lose control of her ghost.” Aizawa glances behind you, at your house. You wonder if Tomura’s visible, or if he’s staying just out of sight, listening. You wonder what he thinks of it all. “We need his cooperation. She stays.”

“What about my cooperation?” Dabi snaps. “You’re think I’m just going to let my human go after my conjurer? Have you lost your shit?”

“We’re in a bind,” Hizashi admits. “The ghosts would be better suited to deal with this, but if we advertise our presence –”

“Do it on purpose.”

So Tomura was listening after all. Everyone jumps at the sound of his voice. “Do it on purpose,” he repeats. “Get away from here. Use one of you to draw the conjurer’s attention, wait for it to close in, and help the humans do the rest.”

“One of us should be bait?” Magne shakes her head. “No.”

“If you won’t do it, I will,” Hizashi says shortly. “He won’t be able to resist me. I’ll hold his attention –”

“You have kids.” Aizawa cuts him off, then turns to Atsuhiro. “You’re able to cloak yourself better than the others. You can avoid revealing yourself until the trap is set. Will you do it?”

“You’re going to do it.” Tomura’s voice rasps out again. “I know how you feel about this place. It’s not just for them. It’s for you, too.”

You nearly fall out of your chair. Tomura sounds like he cares. He told you before you left that he didn’t care about anyone but you and Phantom, and Touya’s conjurer has nothing to do with you. Why is he involving himself at all? Why is he coming up with what seems to be a pretty good plan, and why is he trying to convince Atsuhiro to buy in? Why does it look like it’s working?

Atsuhiro rises to his feet. “I’ll go,” he says. “If Spinner, Takami, and Bubaigawara accompany me.”

“Heard my name!” Jin pops out of nowhere, trailing all his younger siblings plus Eri. “What do you want?”

“You to come with us on a mission to off Dabi’s conjurer,” Spinner says without blinking. “You in?”

“I guess,” Jin says doubtfully. Then his mood switches. “Fuck yeah!”

“Jin!” Himiko and her mother both protest, but it’s way too late. Jin grabs Keigo’s arm, hauls him out of his chair, and tows him over to Spinner and Atsuhiro to start planning their hit.

Dabi’s not happy about the plan, and he’s pissed at Hizashi and Aizawa. “You’re protecting his human but not mine?”

“Your human volunteered,” Hizashi says. He looks sort of pissed that he can’t go. “Tough luck.”

“Are we done here?” Jin’s mom asks. Her youngest kid has climbed into her lap, and they’re already snoring. “It’s getting late.”

“We’re done,” Aizawa says, ignoring you when you protest that you’ve got one file left. “Thank you for coming out, everyone. We’ll update you as more information becomes available.”

The block party breaks up fairly quickly after that. You say goodnight to Magne, Spinner, Atsuhiro, the Bubaigawaras, and Keigo. You and Dabi spend an awkward few seconds staring at each other, trying to figure out if you owe each other a goodnight, before Dabi turns and slinks into Keigo’s house. The Aizawas are the last to leave, and as they’re leaving, you call out to them. “Aizawa, wait. I need to talk to you.”

Aizawa and Hizashi trade a glance. Hizashi continues up the street to their house with the kids while Aizawa limps back to you. “What is it?”

“The second conjurer,” you say. His expression darkens. “We can’t ignore him. He’s got at least three identities – maybe more – but he’s at least two hundred years old, which makes him –”

“Old enough to have summoned both Hizashi and Tomura,” Aizawa says. “He and Garaki almost certainly know each other. Either they’re working together to hunt embodied ghosts or one of them is using the other’s name. Killing Garaki could draw the other conjurer’s attention.”

“Then we shouldn’t do it.”

“It’s better to do it,” Tomura says. You glance over your shoulder and find him flickering in and out of view just past your front gate. “He needs to die. Far away from here.”

“Keep looking into the other conjurer,” Aizawa tells you. “Track his locations over the years, and I’ll compare them to my map of old haunts. The more we learn, the more prepared we’ll be when he becomes a factor.”

When, not if. Aizawa’s not buying everyone else’s assertion that dealing with Garaki will solve the problem, and neither are you. It makes you feel a little better, just like Mr. Yagi’s reminder that the world you’re part of is a dangerous one. You’d always rather know what to be scared of than be told there’s nothing to be scared of at all.

You promise Aizawa that you’ll update him on what you find, say goodnight, and make your way back into your yard through the gate, pointedly ignoring the holes in the fence. Tomura’s standing there, in the way, and when he doesn’t move, you walk straight through him, hoping the shock of cold will jolt you out of your mood. It doesn’t, not even when the cold spot clings to you, fitting like a second skin as you let Phantom tow you up the front steps and into the house. You shut and lock the door behind you before you ask the question. “Tomura, what are you doing?”

“I’m not warm when I’m materialized. You’re warm all the time. Why?”

“Because I’m human, and humans are warm-blooded. And I’m alive.” You don’t really know the science behind it. You majored in sociology, not biology. “What are you doing?”

He doesn’t answer. “You can’t get involved with what they’re doing. I won’t let you.”

“They won’t let me, either.” You wait until Tomura draws away, then sit down on the couch and drop the box of documents on the coffee table. Your brain takes a second to remind you what happened on this couch earlier this evening, but your mood’s so low that it barely makes an impact beyond a twitch of heat in your lower abdomen. “You’d better set them straight. The sooner they stop thinking I can control you, the better.”

You’re phrasing it in a way you know will get a rise out of him, hoping he’ll react, hoping he’ll let you know where you both stand. “The others are useless. They let their humans do the fighting for them,” Tomura says instead. “I don’t need their help. I can protect what’s mine all by myself.”

“Tomura.” You feel yourself getting frustrated for a whole list of reasons you won’t even begin to think about. “You’re not answering me.”

“You didn’t ask a question.”

You grit your teeth. “When are you going to tell them they’ve got it wrong about us?”

Tomura gives you that dumbest-person-ever look, which is the last thing you want to see right now. “They aren’t wrong,” he says. “I’m done protecting them the second anything happens to you. I said that already. Why are you confused?”

He’s not frustrated with you – yet. It won’t take much, and part of you wants to push the point, to shove this situation back into the tense, uneasy truce the two of you held for months. The rest of you is just tired. The kind of tired where if Tomura was a real person and not a ghost, you’d make him sit next to you and fall asleep on his shoulder. If he was your boyfriend and not your ghost roommate with dubious benefits. If there was any way he could feel for you the way you’re scared you’re starting to feel for him.

“I’m not,” you say. “Never mind.”

Part of you is hoping he’ll ask you another question, try to figure out what’s wrong, but you’re not that lucky. He lets it go, and you sit on the couch, staring into empty space and wondering why you feel like you just broke your own heart.

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Hiiii, I love your account and I was wondering if I could request a Male reader x Aizawa where they are married in secret and 1A finds out... or something like that :)

Wait...You're Married?? | Aizawa x Pro Hero!Male!Reader

Requested? Yes

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Class 1-A finds out that their favorite teachers are married...

Word Count: 1013

A/n: Sorry this took me so long I took a bit of a break. Im also moving and getting ready for school so I've been busy..But I love this idea so much. Hope you enjoy. Thanks for 570 followers!

As great as Mr. Aizawa is, he very much isn't the type of person you would think would be in a relationship… no offense.

Despite the handsome face Shota doesn't seem to make for boyfriend material. He sleeps a lot, is often unmotivated, and doesn't seem all that interested in things such as dates.

So finding out that he was married was a shock, an even bigger shock to class 1-A was finding out that he was married to you. [Hero Name], a.k.a Y/N. A hero steadily climbing the top ten ranks and one of their favorite teachers.

Sorry to say it but many people would think you were out of his league if they knew you were together. Hell, even he thinks that. But all the seemingly negative qualities of Aizawa you find endearing. How your relationship came about was very interesting. But that's a story for another day.

So… here's how the students found out the news of your marriage went.

Although you sometimes come to UA to teach the students about life as a hero as a special guest speaker, the students don’t get to see you all the often. That doesn’t stop you from being one of their favorite teachers. Now today you weren’t scheduled to come into school but you came to UA to come to visit Aizawa on his lunch break.

Aizawa was sat at his desk with you on his lap, running your fingers through his hair. Now, normally you would never do this outside of your shared home but with everything going on this was the only time you’ve gotten to see him in a while. You missed your husband, plus you wanted to annoy him a bit. He would never admit it but his cheeks had the slightest tint of pink.

You both had long finished your food now and were just sitting enjoying each other’s company, having a quiet conversation. Soon you’d have to leave though, as his lunch break would be ending in five minutes. As you stood and packed up to leave, you turned around to kiss Aizawa and tell him you’d see him at home. Unfortunately, Denki, who was walking past the classroom on his way to the bathroom chose to peek in at the very moment and caught a glimpse of the kiss you two shared.

With something much more important on his mind than the bathroom he quickly rushed back to the cafeteria where his friends still were, very out of breath since he ran back. Catching up to his friends who he spotted by the door he quickly came to a halt, almost crashing in Kirishima. Before he managed out something along the lines of

“Aizawa… [Hero Name] … Kissing..” While very out of breath.

“Woah what? Denki what? Slow down, man!” Kirishima patted Denki’s back while everyone else looked at him confused.

“I saw… [Hero Name] and Aizawa Sensei kissing in his classroom.” He said slower this time and everyone was quiet for a moment before Mina was the first to speak up with an excited squeal.

“Aaaah really?! I called it! I knew they would be a cute couple.” Jumping up and down in her spot she immediately started asking for more details.

“Well we don’t know if they’re dating, it could have been a friendly kiss,” Kirishima said shyly, slightly uncomfortable with talking about his teacher’s love life.

“Oh, it was more than friendly all right.”

With all the commotion it caused more of the class to come over and the news spread around pretty quickly about what Denki saw, most people didn’t believe him. The class president had many objections to this kind of talk seeing as it really wasn't anyone’s business. Those who were excited about it really just tuned him out.

“Well let’s see if [Hero Name] is still there!” Mina excitedly ran off towards the classroom and the others followed, mostly because lunch was about to end and they had to get back anyway.

You had planned to leave before the students came but you ended up getting distracted… Luckily you were not still kissing your husband when they arrived or on his lap, instead, you were leaning against his desk talking about what he would like for dinner when he got home.

Your conversation quickly cut off as the students suddenly shuffled into the classroom. Where they were shocked to actually see you. Maybe Denki was telling the truth after all...

“[Hero Name] are you here to teach the class-” Iida started but Mina abruptly cut him off, getting straight to the point. “ARE YOU AND AIZAWA SENSEI DATING?”

The question caught you both off guard, slowly you turned to look at Aizawa before back at Mina. “What brought that question up?”

“Denki said he saw you two kissing-” She started and was interrupted by Denki. “HEY!” He was not thrilled about getting thrown under the bus especially after seeing the look Aizawa gave him when he heard what she said.

“Sooooo are youuu?” There was a giddiness in her voice, she was clearly very excited to know the answer. Seeing no way out of this, (well actually there were many ways out of this but you just wanted to mess with your husband) you confessed. “Well actually... We’re married.”

Now, this caught the whole class's attention and you could feel Aizawa stare burning holes at the back of your head.

“Wait…You’re Married?!” Multiple students asked in unison and you simply nodded with a sweet smile on your face. Turning towards your husband who you knew was probably less than happy with you you leaned down and kissed his cheek while running a hand through his hair.

“I’ve gotta go, I'll see you at home Shouta.” To others, it seemed sweet but he knew you were just bailing and leaving him with the mess you made. Quickly you left the classroom with a smirk on your face as you held in a laugh while he was stuff with some very curious and nosy students.

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Imagine:

Class 1-A finding out Aizawa have a spouse.

Aizawa x pro hero! Reader.

Tsuki's note: just some fluff and slightly comedy I guess? May be ooc.

Mentions of injury, but I did not describe it. So don't worry!

Some random thought gathering? Ah yes, the quirk and injure is up to you. I hope the format is ok? I am just kinda dumping it here lol.

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Imagine you got hurt doing a pro hero job. So after a stay in the hospital you were told to recover at home.

Well, your beloved husband insisted to take care of you, he even asked for a day off of school! Of course the principal allowed it.

Who wouldn't? The man asked to take care of his spouse and the sight and request is somewhat cute, coming from Aizawa.

Oh, but class 1-A won't be unattended. So Mic was asked to watch over them for this day, is just a day, what could go wrong?

As it is some kind of training activity All Might was required to go with them, but Aizawa's day off was only reported later that day. What it means? All Might didn't know about it.

Imagine his and the class surprise on seeing Mic there, not Aizawa. Mic did his best to not give much details about his friend's absence.

As we all know Aizawa is a reserved person, but it was never really a secret he was married. He just didn't say anything about it to anyone.

But the children started to get worried about their teacher, heck, the man appeared to class after usj so something horrible happened right??

So Mic ended up blurting out: he is just taking care of his spouse, they are both ok.

Chaos was ensured. They looked at All Might, maybe he knew something right? But nope he had no idea about it.

Question after question for Mic, until he just told them to ask man himself if they wanted to know more. The kids were disappointed and a little scared of asking, specially Mina and Hakagure.

Now you could see the engines on All Might's head spinning. After a while he got to the conclusion:

Aizawa have been leaving UA often until yesterday, probably to visit someone at the hospital.

Yesterday was also the day you were sent home.

Today he took a day off so :

1+2+3 = you are his spouse.

At this realization he went to ask Mic in private and whispering, surprisingly Mic can whisper too:

Mic: bingo! He even said " I will take care of my spouse" could you believe that?!

All Might: ... th-that is kind of adorable.

The students see them chatting, questions rises again. Once again it was said : ask the man himself if you want to know.

All kind speculation began. Ah kids and their wild imagination.

Next day, Aizawa was back to class, after making you sure you would be fine on your own.

Bazillion questions and stares. Mina asks first about who could be his spouse.

The answer? " my personal affairs are none of your business" nope he did not answer who.

But they considered a victory to get two things out of him:

He is married and cares a lot about you.

You have been married for almost 2 years now.

Of course this didn't come for free. Mina and Hakagure had to write down 50 times " I should not pry on other people's life"

As for Mic, well, he only got an earful.

All Might felt awkward around you, most of the times he called you by your hero name, but in the scenario you took your husband's last name, he would apologize for using the wrong one. But he promised to keep it to himself!

He got a big sigh and a " fine" from Aizawa.

Did the kids found out that it is you? Maybe later. But definitly not today. Nope! Aizawa shot down any questions about it. Like I said, a reserved man!

What about you? Well you respect his choice of wanting to be reserved. Besides, it's pretty amusing to hear the rumors around school, it's a win-win situation!

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I hope you guys enjoyed!

I feel like this is a bit ooc, so I apologize!

This is not proof read, btw.

Thank you for reading!

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First burn

Old version, Part 3

Pairing: Bakugou x f!reader

AU: Family AU/Future AU, Soulmates AU

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Mentions of cheating and affairs, original OCs (children of Bakugou and Y/N.)

Keys:

Y/N = Your name

Rewritten: 6/23/23

Accismus, the series.

Welcome to my blog!

"I saved every letter you wrote me"

Who knew the great Bakugou preferred letters over texts? It was understandable since breaking your phone is a common occurrence in hero duties, but still. It was quite a romantic thing to do and Y/N appreciated her husband's efforts deeply. The letters would usually arrive once a week, or if the hero was feeling homesick, then twice. Y/N kept the letters in a small drawer near their shared bed, often reading its contents before going to bed. It makes her feel that Bakugou was really there in her arms, it made her feel comforted and reassured that her husband was alive and working hard as one of Japan's greatest heros.

"From the moment I saw you, I knew you were mine"

U.A, the #1 ranked school for heroics. It is known for training the best heros in the world and is considered the top Hero Academy in the whole world. The 2nd year in UA was the time where Bakugou and Y/N met for the first time. These precious memories were common stories to tell to their young, curious children.

Y/N wholeheartedly claimed that it was one of the best moments in her life- meeting their father. When Aizawa, their homeroom teacher introduced Y/N to the class months after Mineta was finally expelled for harassment. As Y/N introduced herself to the class, she unintentionally made eye contact with Bakugou, and for the whole period she couldn't stray her eyes away from the spiky blonde. At that time, both students did not know that they were going to spend their life with each other. And when that their wedding day came, it was full of happiness and celebration. But may their hopes be in their dreams or reality, fate wasn't on their side. Those red strings attached to their finger was leading to the opposite way.

"You said you were mine, I thought you were mine"

She really thought they were meant to be together the moment their lips felt eachother. The secret but loving touches, the sweet nothings whispered in her ear and how both of them melted into every kiss.. Soulmates are not meant to betray their lover but if Bakugou isn't her fated-to-be then who is? It wasn't a surprise when Bakugou and Y/N got together, it was quite obvious to the class. Some students even started bets and they were very supportive of their relationship. Even Deku gave some information about Bakugou so that Y/N will understand him more and she did, thanks to Deku's advice. But now as she stares at the empty space next to her bed, a drifting yet hurtful thought appeared in her head. Y/N can't help but think, does Bakugou love me the way he used to?

"Do you know what your mother said, when I told her what you've done? She said—"

"You've married an Icarus, he has flown to close to the sun." Bakugou's mother, Mitzuki, tried to reassure the sobbing girl in her arms with the most gentle tone she could muster but she couldn't hide the disappointment in her voice. Y/N pulled away from Mitzuki and shook her head, despite all the pain and doubt Bakugou caused, she still believes that he is the same man she fell in love with all those years ago, she refused to face the fact that he changed since then.

"Don't take another step in my direction, I can't be trusted around you"

He wasn't a family man nor he was a father, Bakugou was a hero who had dreams and goals. Those dreams didn't include Kasumi, their youngest daughter who was deemed useless by her own father when she was deemed quirkless. Kasumi was a kind soul who wouldn't hurt an insect but Bakugou had other plans. He didn't want a kind but weak daughter, he wanted a strong daughter just like Natsuki. Y/N knew that this was wrong and began to distance Kasumi away from Bakugou, afraid that he might release his anger out on the young girl again. Day by day, Y/N's trust for Bakugou faded.

"Don't think you can talk your way into my arms, into my arms"

Stage 1, Denial.

Y/N was so blinded by her love for her husband to notice that he was only using her to get a family and a successor. He fell in love with her strength, intelligence and beauty, such good factors for a successor. He would whisper sweet nothings to her as he held his precious tool, and that very tool would lay her head against his chest as she smiled lovingly at him. What was this weird feeling inside his chest? He brushed it off.

"I'm burning the letters you wrote me, you can stand over there if you want"

Stage 2: Anger.

In the dark of the night and hen both children were asleep, Y/N read the letters for the last time as she cursed herself for not seeing the signs. What disappointed Y/N the most was the fact she could have avoided all of this if she wasn't so lovesick. With one last glance, she slowly burned the letters using a candle one by one on the table in her living room. Y/N had a small hope that the void in her chest would waver after erasing the existence of Bakugou's old affection for her. But it worsened, and it confused her. Doing this was supposed to make her satisfied, but it didn't. Small droplets of tears were splattered on the table. At this point, Y/N didn't know who her anger was directed at anymore. To Bakugou or herself?

"I don't know who you are, I have so much to learn."

Stage 3, Bargaining.

Bakugou wouldn't do anything to hurt her or their children, maybe he was framed by someone. Yes, he was framed right?.. No, he wasn't. All of this was made by his own hand, as Y/N scrolled through the messages and read the trending articles featuring the scandal once again, she realized that Bakugou really betrayed her during his trip. He wasn't the same man she had loved all those years, is he? That man in the past wouldn't do this to her, he'd brush every woman off for her.

"I'm rereading your letters and watching them burn"

Stage 4, Depression

Y/N couldn't help but read the last letter before she finally burnt it. The letters was carefully penned by Bakugou when he couldn't come to Kasumi's birthday party. Y/N remembered how Kasumi used to stay up so late at night waiting for her father, only for him to come home at early dawn, when everybody was asleep except Kasumi, who sat on the couch smiling at her dad with very obvious dark circles under her eyes. Y/N remembered when Bakugou just told her to go to bed and walked away, completely ignoring the little girl's efforts to greet her father. Kasumi was even more distraught when Bakugou couldn't come to her birthday party. It was true that he didn't try to be a father to Kasumi but he was a husband to Y/N. They weren't a happy family at all, Y/N just tried to reassure herself that they are truly happy for her own sake and not for her children. Both of them were so selfish but their children still loved them, Y/N felt so guilty for being a horrible mother. She neared the crumpled letter to the candle's fire, watching it burn slowly.

"You published the letters she wrote you, you told the whole world how you brought this girl into our bed"

Y/N felt too much that day and she would have broken down if her children weren't in the other room. She was angry, but at who? She was disappointed, but at who? Y/N was frozen still as she watched the news, featuring Bakugou caught with another woman going inside a love hotel. How dare he? Wasn't she good enough? Did he not think of our children? These thoughts circled around her head until she felt a tug on her shorts, it was Kasumi who recently woke up. The little girl was worried about her mother, no matter how many times she called Y/N, she wouldn't answer. Tears started forming in Y/N's eyes as she sat down and hugged her daughter tightly. The little blonde happily hugged her mother back, oblivious to what's happening.

“I'm so sorry.” Y/N muttered, hugging her youngest daughter tighter. The little girl tilted her head but still nodded otherwise, “It's okay!” Whatever her mother did, her children would always forgive her. This realization pained Y/N more because she would do the same thing for Bakugou no matter what, even if her mind denies, her heart still follows.

"In clearing your name, you ruined our lives."

Y/N wouldn't say that Bakugou's wrongdoing ruined her life, but it did for their children. They are only kids and yet they have to adapt to a new environment without one of their parents. Y/N knows how much Kasumi adores her father and this fact made her break down in front of her little girl. She is still so young, Kasumi doesn't even know how her own father thinks of her...

Natsuki will be fine, after all, she is the oldest and more mature compared to Kasumi.

"Heaven forbid someone whisper ‘he's part of some scheme’"

“What are you talking about, Kiri?What scheme?” Y/N asked as she wiped the tears from her eyes since it was blurring her vision, she was curious what the redhead meant by that. Y/N knows that her husband's best friend knows more than her so hearing this made her surprised and left yearning to know more. Kirishima stared at the distressed woman, realizing that he spoke his mind. He nervously smiled and said that it was ‘just a slip of the tongue’ and immediately changed the topic. It wasn't manly to use a woman for a successor, but it wasn't manly either to tell secrets of his own best friend.

"Your enemy whispers so you have to scream"

Bakugou is a determined man, one of the reasons why he is currently one of Japan's greatest heros. He isn't scared of speaking his mind whenever and however he likes it, Y/N admired that about him but sometimes she wished that he wasn't like that. It was one of his greatest strengths and flaws, and the reason why the family is in shreds.

"I know about whispers, I see how you look at my sister"

Himari and Y/N were best friends, she trusted Himari so much that she introduced him to Bakugou. Y/N wasn't scared of Himari stealing him, she trusts both of them to stay loyal to her. Y/N noticed how Bakugou would look at Himari in a different way, she couldn't blame him– Himari is very beautiful, but why does she feel.. scared?

"Don't, I'm not naïve. I have seen women around you."

Oh, Bakugou has a lot of fangirls alright. Bakugou was popular among the girls because he is strong, handsome and intelligent. Basically the standard, who wouldn't like that type of guy? Y/N was truly lucky to have him, Bakugou always brushed off girls who were a little too close to him when Y/N was around. But what if she wasn't present? Would he act the same?

"Don't think I don't see how they fall for your charms, all of your charms"

Y/N was scared, scared that she'll lose him. Bakugou could get any girl he wanted in the world if he just tried but it makes her wonder, why did he choose her? Y/N can't afford to lose Bakugou, but with an action this big.. Maybe she could reconsider that thought.

"I'm erasing myself from the narrative"

Despite their family not being mentioned that much in Bakugou's goals, Y/N's dreams mentioned him too many times to count. "A house near the beach, and.. two kids!" Y/N sighed dreamily, as a teenager, who wouldn't plan their future especially with their loved ones? Y/N wanted to spend her dreams with Bakugou, but she doesn't necessarily need the experience. Bakugou has dreams too and she is more than willing to let him do whatever he wants, but sometimes she wished that Bakugou would think of her feelings too. And maybe, just maybe, include her in his dreams as well.

"Let future historians wonder how Y/N reacted, when you broke her heart"

Y/N cared too much to the point it overflowed. Sometimes, people take advantage of that trait in a person. Caring too much can be dangerous as it can lead to avoiding the red flags to be loved more. Bakugou treated her like a princess, but she was never his queen. If only Y/N knew.

"You have thrown it all away, stand back watch it burn."

It was her fault too, for being too in love. Y/N knew the signs but she still ignored it because she did not think of Bakugou ever betraying her and their little family. And now, because of her reckless decisions, she is facing the consequences of her actions. Y/N can't help but feel a little angry at the fact that Bakugou threw away the life they built together for her best friend, what did Himari have that she didn't? Maybe Y/N held Bakugou too tight that he slipped between her fingers.

"And when the time comes, explain to the children the pain and embarrassment you put their mother through"

Y/N didn't want to explain the situation to her children, how could she even word the scandal in an innocent manner without hurting their feelings? They were only kids after all. Natsuki thankfully took control of the situation since she often witnessed her parents arguments and the scandal became a hot topic between her school's teachers, the older sibling managed to explain to Kasumi that they had to leave home because apparently their mother found a new and better house. Natsuki managed to calm her sister down without mentioning anything about their unloyal father, afraid that her sister will not take the situation like lightly. Natsuki was only seven.

"When will you learn that they are your legacy, we are your legacy"

It was obvious that Bakugou didn't care for Kasumi since she was born with a weak body and a merciful personality. He failed to understand that he shouldn't neglect her and only focus on Natsuki because of his fear of eventually hurting Kasumi with his temper and quirk. But everytime Y/N would bring up the topic about Bakugou's attitude towards Kasumi, he'd brush it off and end the conversation saying that the little girl was too fragile to carry the burden of being a hero unlike Natsuki.

He never learned from his past.

"If you thought you were mine, don't."

Y/N wanted to believe that this was just a cruel joke or just a dream, but this is reality. Nothing lasts forever, so you should enjoy it while it's still there. She knew it was the right thing to do but it was so hard letting go of. As she carried her bags and led her children out of the door, also carrying their own little bags. The mother couldn't help but wonder if this was the right thing to do but immediately got her answer when Kasumi smiled excitedly at Y/N, clearly oblivious to the whole situation. This was the right thing to do, for herself and for Kasumi. Y/N abandoned the life she dreamed as a teenager and chose true happiness. Happiness that is within family, a family without him.

Stage 5: Acceptance.

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Delicious | Aizawa Shouta X Reader (BNHA)

Warnings: 18+! Vampire!Aizawa, Virgin!Reader, Supernatural Au, Bloodplay (kinda), Soulmates, Biting, Voyerism.

Word Count: 5k

This is a (very, very, very) late Secret Santa gift for @10millionyearsdungeon! Britt, my love, you have the patience of a saint and I’m more than honoured to gift you this piece of writing! I hope you enjoy it ♡︎♡︎♡︎

The wedding is beautiful, no expenses spared. Which is to be expected, of course. Your father being the Lord High Treasurer, and your now husband being a well known count: wealthy, with a castle and an estate that rivals even the King himself.

When you found out he’d accepted your father’s offer, you’d been overjoyed. Aizawa Shouta was famous for rejecting all offers: daughters of noble birth, of monetary birth, and beauties alike; so it was only natural for your imagination to run rampant, for you to daydream your days and nights leading up to the wedding away, wondering… why you?

Why you?

Was there something spectacular he saw in you when he’d come to your home for dinner to hear your father’s offer? Was it your eyes? The ‘air’ about you? He himself was unconventionally handsome, with dark tired eyes, and inky black hair pulled into a low ponytail, dressed in the finest crimson and black ensemble you’d ever seen.

That crimson had reflected in his eyes when he kissed your hand in greeting, setting your heart ablaze and jolting your already rampant pulse.

It brings a smile to your face as you sit in his—your carriage, you suppose— travelling back to the Aizawa Estate, your new home.

He’s quiet, not much of a talker, and it makes you nervous. Despite the soft smile on his face as you approached at the altar, despite the way he couldn’t take his eyes off you as he listed off his vows; despite the tender way in which he kissed you when you were officially made man and woman mere hours ago. Despite all that, the ride to the castle is quiet, and you fiddle with the lace of your beautiful white dress nervously, anxiety swelling in your chest.

Is he regretting this?

Does he not want you any—

A hand, large and heavily ringed and cold, rests over both of yours, and you look up at him— your husband— see him watching you intently. Then he squeezes your hands in his, leans over to the window and parts the curtains.

“We’re close,” his voice is deep, raspy. “I apologise for the long ride, you must be exhausted.”

“N-no, it’s fine,” you stammer, feeling your face heat impossibly hot. “I’m excited to see your home, really.”

“Our home,” he corrects you, lifting one of your hands to his face, lips gently brushing your knuckles.

Nervous laughter slips from your lips, “yes… Our home.”

-

The Aizawa Estate is as huge as you’d imagined. Gardens sprawl on acres of land beyond the black wrought iron gate, and the cobblestone path the carriage takes you up is longer than any estate you’ve ever visited.

“The family’s always loved their privacy,” he’d mentioned when he noticed your perplexed stare out the carriage window.

All you could do was nod and smile.

The castle itself is nothing if not darkly gothic. It’s hard to really get a look at it in the vastly setting sun, but you’re sure you see gargoyles mounted on tower tops, and beautiful green vines growing over the dark stone exterior.

Then you’re whisked out of the carriage in what feels like a whirlwind; greeted by butlers and maids and cooks and cleaners and ranch hands— at least twenty people greeting you and listing off their names, huge smiles on their ecstatic faces.

“Goodness, you’re beautiful!” An older woman gushes, taking one of your hands in both of hers, surveying your nail beds and your palm, your wrist—

“Enough, Aoi,” Aizawa ticks his tongue, taking your hand from hers, pulling you closer to him. “My bride is tired; it’s been a long day of dancing and eating and getting to know people, hasn’t it, my love?” His eyes look down into yours, brows slightly raised, and you can tell he’s trying to whisk you away.

It should be him— if anyone— who would be tired. You’re used to life at court.

“Ah yes,” you agree, slightly ashamed by the lie. “And my feet in these shoes…” you add it for effect, but in hindsight you shouldn’t have, almost instantly evoking a response akin to panic amongst the maids.

“It’s fine, it’s fine,” Aizawa hushes them, raising his free hand, seemingly annoyed. “I’ll take her up and get her comfortable. Let me be her husband before you all start… this.” He grumbles, pointing at their concerned faces, as if he’s used to their fussing.  

A plethora of “yes, Master,” rings about the foyer, and then he’s taking you up the stairs, hand securely around your own, quietly apologising for their behaviour.

“It’s sweet,” you smile when he glances back at you. “Shows how much they care for you, My Lord.”

He stops mid-step, turns to face you, free hand raising to toy with a lock of your hair. “Please, call me Shouta.”  

You feel a heavy blush run up your neck, consume your ears and heat your face. “Of course, Shouta.” You squeeze his hand, surprised at your own composure considering the loud staccato of your heart.

He smirks then, a look you’d not seen on his face all day— if ever— and he squeezes your hand back, leans impossibly close to you and looks into your eyes. “Shall we, my wife?”

It’s the most suggestive he’s been all day, setting you imagination ablaze, churning the cogs in your brain and the butterflies in your stomach.

For perhaps the third time today, all you can do is nod, thighs pressing together under your many skirts to try and hide the fact that you’re excited. He chuckles and turns on his heel, leading you back up the staircase, then towards the east wing of the castle.

-

Sex isn’t quite as you’d imagined.

He wrings you out completely, pulls sounds you didn’t know you were capable of from your lips, leaves you trembling and weeping and dizzy with pleasure.

Then afterwards he bathes you in the tub, meticulously tending to your needs, before drying you off, dressing you and putting you to bed.

In a bit of what feels like a fever dream, you feel him leave, before falling into a deeper sleep, the best sleep you’ve had in a long, long time.

-

Days bleed into weeks, then months of blissful marriage. He takes you for dinner once a week at your father’s house, has your friends and family over each Sunday night for a roast. He takes you on twilight walks around the gardens of your estate when he’s not busy, but despite not entirely understanding his job—its just work, my love, nothing to bother you about—he works a lot.

Some days he’s holed up in his office for hours, sometimes he even misses supper.

Its worrisome, he seems forever tired, and though you appreciate the things he does for you… you get lonely.

Enter: Nemuri.

She’s one of Shouta’s oldest friends; a beautiful woman closer to his age, with long, dark hair and shining blue eyes. At first you were on edge with her around. She’s entirely seductive, in touch with her femininity and not scared to drape herself all over any man or woman she deems worth the effort. You worried that perhaps she was interested in your husband, but one conversation with her about it, had her in absolute stitches.

“Shouta is like a brother to me, little dove,” she’d smiled after she’d calmed her laughter, linking her arm through yours and leaning her head on your shoulder. “Besides, you’re much more to my tastes.”

You had laughed her off, and she’d raced you to the stables, then you’d both gone on a long trail ride out of the estate and through the mountains.

Still, while your friendship with Nemuri was blossoming, while your new husband was attentive and kind, and your new home full of kind, trustworthy people… there was something in the back of your brain that just wouldn’t let you completely settle.

A strange suspicion was growing, spurred on by the fact that every night—no matter what— when your husband thought you were sleeping, he’d slide out of bed and disappear; only to crawl back in beside you a couple of hours later, wrapping his cold arms around your body and nuzzling into your neck with a sigh.

-

It feels like you can’t ask.

You’ve let it go for so long, that each passing night brings you nothing but anxiety. No matter if you sleep early, or late, if you make love or not, he still leaves.

Where is he going?

You’ve explored the castle enough in your time here to know there are many, many locked doors. Nemuri promises they’re full of old furniture or paintings— just storage—  but paranoia has you second guessing her.

Is she in on it, too?

You kiss your husband goodnight and roll onto your side, he snuggles in behind you with a yawn and falls asleep.

Only he’s not, and you’re not.

You wait. You breathe in and out, relax your body, feign it best you can.

It feels like hours later, when he moves. Rolls away slowly and slips from the sheets you share, sliding on his slippers, and leaving the room.

You count to twenty. Twice. With anxiety tight and thick in your chest, you slip out of bed and slide on your robe, your slippers. You get to the door and freeze; you’re scared, but your curiosity outweighs your worry, and then you’re grasping the old handle and slinking from the room.

You follow his candlelit form in the dark, listening to his footfalls in the otherwise silent castle. Down the stairs he goes, through the hallway leading to the kitchens, and down into the cellar. You hesitate when he slides past a tapestry, but it’s too dark not to follow; you’ve never been down here, and you’d surely get lost trying to find your way back to the room.

So you pull the fabric to the side and step into another hallway, one lit with gothic lanterns, the walls littered with portraits of people you’ve never seen nor met.

Perhaps he comes here to pray? These people look like your Shouta, but all were painted decades, and even centuries ago. Maybe this hallway leads to his ancestral tombs, and you’ve just stumbled onto them before he’s felt comfortable enough to share them with you.

How pathetic you’re going to seem if he catches you.

Still, you press on, compelled to, unable to turn back even if you wanted to—

A moan, long and needy and female sounds from a door deeper into the almost infinite hall and your heart leaps in your chest. You know that sound, it’s the sound you make, a sound that Shouta pulls from you when you make love—

Your heart skips and your slow walk turns into a jog, confusion and morbid curiosity pumping the blood faster in your veins, and you hear the sound again—the woman’s moans—and freeze, chest heaving, when you make it to the door. You can hear the low rumble of his voice. Shouta’s voice. It mingles with the keening moans of a woman writhing in pleasure, then:

“Be gentle with her, I haven’t broken her in yet.” Nemuri.

Fury takes hold, the idea of the two of them—your closest family, now—betraying your trust, so overwhelming that you’re gripping the doorknob and turning it, pushing the door open with tears in your eyes.

What you see shocks you.

A woman on the bed in the middle of the room, Nemuri between her legs, Shouta behind her. There’s blood everywhere, and you notice marks— bites— bleeding on the stranger’s skin.

Shouta looks up at you, eyes glowing red, mouth and chin glistening in it.

The blood.

Instinct says run, but you’re caught in his eyes, like a frightened rabbit staring down a wolf.

He wipes his chin on his sleeve and pushes the woman from his lap, eyes never leaving you, your name on his lips, “you should be sleeping.”

He rounds the bed and makes his way towards you, your heart pounding frantically in your chest, until he’s mere feet from you, clawed hands reaching out for your shoulders. Snapping out of whatever haze you’d been bathed in, you stumble backwards, only stopping when your back hits stone.

“Sh-Shouta,” you reach for his robe as he steps silently towards you, tears gathering in your eyes, head shaking side to side as you beg and plead for him, “p-please don’t hurt me.”

“Hurt you?” He still sounds human, but those clawed fingers are reaching for your face, angling it up so he can look you in the eyes. “Now, why would I do that?”

“Please,” you sob as his face nears, nose grazing the skin of your cheek, then lips resting at your ear.

“Don’t be frightened, my love; blood sours with it.” He whispers, your knees buckling. He catches you, presses a kiss to your cheek and trails down to your throat, breathing in the scent of your skin. “But even scared, you smell most tempting.” His breath shudders against your skin, and he pulls away from you, holds you at arms length. “You think I’d hurt you?”

“Th-the wo-woman—”

“She’s having the time of her life in there; can you not hear her moans?” He moves pointedly out of your way, allowing you to see back into the room where Nemuri has her fingers inside the woman’s cunt, where she’s sucking on a wound as she cries and shakes in ecstasy.

You draw in a shaky breath, unable to stop the clench in your core at the sight. “This is wh-what you do each night? You leave me to… play with other women?” Even in your head, you’re surprised that you’re overlooking the obvious— the drinking of the blood— but you’re flustered and angry and feeling... cheated.

He chuckles at it, though, amused. “To feed, my love.” He says smoothly, only making you angrier.

“You’re doing to her what you’re only to do with your wife!” You snip, glaring up at him, watching as a grin grows on his face.

“No, Nemuri provides the pleasure so the blood is ripe enough to be harvested. Nothing worse than an unwilling participant; I’d need to feed twice a day.” His hand— fingers back to normal— comes to your face, dusts hair from your vision. “I do this to protect you, my love, to protect my secret. I’m sorry if I’ve upset you.”

Something ludicrous comes to mind, and you’re too worked up not to say it: “why not me, then?” His eyes flash like rubies in sunlight, and he snatches your wrist, dragging you further down the hall.

“You?” He asks darkly, your heart leaping in your chest, feet barely keeping up with his long, pointed strides. “You?” He turns to glare at you, but rather than feeling scared, a rush of adrenaline courses through your veins.

He looks forward again, raises his hand; in a gust of wind, the door at the end of the hall flings open, the room inside illuminated in a warm glow.

“You?” He seethes quietly to himself, practically flinging you into the room and slamming the door behind himself. He stands there for a while, hands pressed to the door, eyes on the floor, shoulders rising and falling with exertion.

“Shouta—”

“You think that’s not the only thing I’ve thought about since meeting you at your father’s estate?” His voice is quiet, breathing evened out. “I knew from the moment I touched you that I needed you here with me, that you were meant for me—made for me.” He turns then, those dark red eyes running your blood cold, your hands coming up to rub at your arms to suppress a shiver. He hangs his head again, sighs a sound that can only be described as painful.

“So, you’re just using her? To stay… alive?”

A deep chuckle, “in a way.”

Another bout of silence.

“So, were you going to ask me? If you could have mine?”

“Eventually.”

“Shouta, this is a lot—”

“I am well aware. Nemuri warned me we’d be found out; said you were smarter than your average court girl.”

“You sneak away every night—”

“I’d only need to feed on your blood once a week to sustain the standard of living I have now.” He pushes away from the door, turns to face you, neck cracking when he jerks it this way and that.

You take a quick breath, attempt to stand taller, feigning bravery. “Is this,” you glance around the room, full of lit candles, a plush king-sized bed pushed to the far wall, all golds and royal purple and dark shades of grey. “Entirely necessary?”

“This,” he steps towards you, shrugs his arms out of his inky robe, sends it falling to the stone floor. “Is a ceremonial room, used on special occasions. Don’t you prefer to drink your wine at parties, my love?” He steps closer still, and you raise your chin, trying to prove you’re not as scared as you should be.

“Will it hurt?” You whisper when his hands come to rest on your shoulders, running down your arms to free them of your hands still gripping the flesh there.

“A... good hurt.” His voice is quiet, eyes roaming the skin he’s exposing as he’s sliding off your own robe, the flowy white satin pooling at your feet. Goosebumps pepper your skin as his fingers drawing down your arms, until they’re linking with yours, drawing both of your hands to his lips. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

Are you? Are you really prepared for this man, this… vampire, to sink his fangs into your skin and drink from you? What will happen? Will you die? Will you change?

“If you have questions, my love, ask away.” You look up into his eyes as he drops your hands and cups your face. “Your pulse is racing.”

“A-after,” you inwardly kick yourself for stammering again. “What happens after?”

His thumbs gently trace your cheeks, “you sleep, I sleep; we wake in the morning and eat breakfast.”

“Will I remember?”

“Yes.”

“Will the wound hurt?”

“During? No. In the morning? A little.”

Your voice lowers, “will I be different?”

He sighs, hands dropping to your neck, thumbs still rubbing your skin, your jaw, your ears, “that may come later.”

You reach for him then, hands on his nightshirt, fingers desperately clinging to the thin material as you rise onto your tiptoes and press your lips to his. The kiss deepens, your eyes slamming shut, lips hungry, tongue sliding against his, the faint coppery taste of the nameless woman in the other room sparking your jealousy, pushing you further faster, your hands gripping at Shouta’s shoulders, arms wrapping around his neck.

He lifts you with a growling rumble in his chest, and you wrap your legs around him, a thrill rising in your gut as he walks you backwards, his kisses trailing down your chin, tongue lavishing your jaw, your neck. Then you’re dropped onto the plush bed, and he’s crawling on top of you, slipping his hips between your thighs, lips back on yours, hungrier for you than you’ve ever seen him—than you’ve ever felt him.

Hands grope and pet at you as you lose your own in his hair, lost in the delicious ecstasy that is his lips on your throat, on your clavicle, the exposed skin of your shoulder. “Beautiful,” he mumbles, drawing the dainty strap of your nightgown down your arm. “Your blood is already begging me to taste it,” he whispers against your skin, nose drawing along it on a deep inhale.

“I love you,” is all you can say; breathlessly lost in his ministrations, mind focused on nothing except the growing pleasure your husband is bringing you.

“And I you, my love,” he whispers back, fingers on your hips, hiking up your skirt with a desperation he’s never shown before. He sits up on his knees and tears his shirt from his torso, showing you the toned chest and abs that you’ve never really seen in full light. Dark hair dusts his chest, and scars—so many scars—litter his skin, a gasp leaving your throat at the sight.

You sit up and marvel at him, touching his pale skin as if it were made of crystal, as if the scars were inscriptions for you to decipher. He just smiles, takes the opportunity to lift your dress from your form and toss it with his shirt, his breath leaving his lips at the sight of you fully naked in front of him.

“We must always make love in the candlelight,” he says, both hands finding your thighs, trailing up and over your hips, waist, lightly dragging up your breasts, thumbs fondling your nipples. “Too long I have kept you in the dark.”

A shiver wracks your form, “you can keep me anywhere, Shouta, as long as I can be with you.”

“Say that, and I just might have to keep you locked in this room, my love.” He threatens in jest, pushing you back into the plush mattress, lips ghosting over the skin of your chest, latching onto a nipple as fingers pull and twist playfully at the other.

Your moans only intensify the longer he toys with you, and the more vocal you are with your pleasure, the rougher he gets. Kissing turns to nipping, fingers find the dripping lips of your sex and stroke you gently, before one, then two digits slide into you, your back bowing off the bed, nipples rubbing against the course hair at his chest as his lips suck and nip at your throat.

Its too much, the most intense he’s ever been, the most wonderful you’ve ever felt. “More,” you find yourself saying, hips jerking as he languidly fingers you, your nails digging deep into the flesh at his back. “Shouta, please,” you beg, delirious with want, tears pricking the corners of your eyes.

“I’ll be gentle,” he says, words betraying his gruff tone. Still his fingers fuck you, heel of his hand pressing at the bundle of nerves above your sex, teeth grazing your skin teasingly, his breath hot and heady and fast against your skin.

“N-no, Shouta, please, I need—I’m going to—”

“I’m going to bite you when you cum; is that okay?” he asks, lips at your ear, stopping the motions with his hand.

“Yes!” You gasp, desperate, tears streaking your cheeks, brows tenting up as you hump against his hand. “Yes, Shouta, yes; don’t stop—”

A primal growl leaves his lips and his free hand pushes your hips into the bed, other hand resuming those delicious motions, fingers moving faster, heel pressing harder. Your nails scratch his back as you cry, moans building to a crescendo as the coil deep in your belly tightens to much until it’s completely snapping, mouth open in a soundless cry as your orgasm shakes your bones—

And you feel it: molten pleasure like you’ve never felt before. It starts at your neck, then spreads like wildfire, igniting your veins and your nerves, sending you almost delirious, head practically spinning with the ecstasy of it all.

He pulls away from you and your eyes find his—glowing redder than you’ve ever seen—before you look to his lips and see them kiss-bruised, swollen and covered in blood. Your blood. You’re not sure what overcomes you, but you’re pulling him down to you, kissing at his mouth, tasting the fruit of your own veins and groaning at the feel of it all.

His fingers—now clawed and sharp—dig into the flesh of your waist as he devours your mouth, the rumble in his chest both validating and spurring you on. Needy fingers reach for his pants, pushing them down to pull out his thick cock, your hips wriggling as you do your best to line him up with your dripping hole, chest heaving with the effort of it all.

“Relax,” he hisses, pulling away from your mouth, taking his cock in a hand and rubbing his spongey head against your greedy cunt. Another primal groan, “you’re delicious; everything about you.”

“Shouta, f-fuck me,” you beg, the curse slipping from your lips in a wispy whine.

“As you wish,” he breathes, pushing in and bottoming out in one thrust, his lips finding yours, swallowing the surprised gasp he tears from your lungs. He’s still for a moment, pulling away from your lips to look down into your eyes, a hand coming up to your face, a knuckle wiping at the tear that rolls down your cheek. “I love you,” he admits, nose brushing yours,

“Me too,” you sigh, breathing shaky, hands coming up to touch gently at his face. The warm buzz is still ignited in your veins, adoration surging through you like wildfire, and as his eyes—now a shining crimson—survey your face, you think you see it in him as well.

Then he’s rocking into you, and you’re wrapping your legs around his waist, bringing his lips to yours in another kiss, his tongue snaking into your mouth, yours running along his teeth, a thrill shooting to your core at the feel of his elongated fangs against your soft muscle. 

He’s so dangerous, yet… here you are with him, making love.

He speeds up when you pull at his hair and nip at his bottom lip, a grin growing on his face at your bold ministrations; then his tongue is at your throat, licking and mouthing at the wound he made moments ago, before he returns his lips to yours, covered again in your own blood.

You kiss him feverishly and he pulls away with a smile, “you’re far more devilish than I thought you’d be, dirty girl,” then his mouth is at the other side of your throat, fangs grazing the skin dangerously; you find yourself wanting it, craning your neck for him and giving him better access, hands dropping from his hair to fist the rich purple blanket beneath you.

His name leaves your lips in a sigh, then a moan as he ruts into you, brain unable to comprehend whether it should focus on the way he’s moving inside you and moving with you, or those fangs that are sinking into your skin—not enough to pierce the flesh, but just enough to tease at the prospect of it.

“More, more, more,” is the chant falling from your lips, eyes unable to really focus with the intoxicating lust surrounding you, enveloping you whole. You’ve had sex many, many times, but it’s never been anything like this. Not once.

Strong hands press at the backs of your knees, pushing them up by your ears, so he can better drive into you. He looms over you, a large, strong thing with glowing red eyes and sharp teeth and wild black hair: a predator; but all you can do is melt for him, his movements edging you closer and closer to your second orgasm, his cock driving so deep into you that you can feel him kissing at your cervix as his body blankets yours, lips at your ear.

You can feel it bubbling beneath the surface before he even says it, the anticipation of it all sending your skin ablaze, your mind buzzing, your cunt throbbing.  

“Cum.”

As the pleasure envelops you for a second time, you feel him mouthing at the untouched side of your neck, that same thrilling poison entering your bloodstream as your cunt milks his cock, your belly warming with his cum as the rest of your body falls into that delirious haze, and you’re floating in that euphoric numbness that you feel you’ll never get used to.

-

Eyes flutter open but your body feels heavy. 

When you register the fact that you’re in your bedroom, not the dungeon, you jerk up, a surprised gasp catching your attention as hands gently take your arm, your eyes falling on Nemuri where she sits in a chair next to your bed.

“Good morning, lovely.” She smiles knowingly, closing the novel on her lap and dropping it to the floor. 

You feel your face heat, “N-Nemuri, good morning. Where’s Shouta?” You ask, feeling a little empty without him by your side, a bit awkward at the position you’d seen her in last night.

“Lay down,” she urges with airy laughter, “your husband is attending a meeting in town because he drank the blood of his soulmate last night and can effortlessly walk among the living.”

An angry heat creeps up your cheeks and your hands reach for your neck, where both marks have been tended to and patched up. “I’m sorry for barging in, Nemuri—”

“Nonsense!” She laughs, petting your hair. “I told that idiot you’d notice him missing. I’m just glad you didn’t scare off.”

Vivid flashbacks of the night before—the purple bedsheets, the candles, your blood on his lips as he kissed you—remind you it was real, and you find yourself smiling, bottom lip snug between your teeth.

“Ahh, I’m jealous,” she sighs, throwing her arms beside you on the bed and burying her face in them. “He actually found his soulmate before me; I was sure I’d beat him.”

You can only laugh, “we’ve been married for months, why are you sad now?”

“Now its real,” she pops her head up. “You’ll only need each other for all of eternity—I’ll be hiding my lovers in the basement.”

“I’ve been alive much longer than you, Nemu.” Your husband sighs, stealthily closing the door behind him.

“Shouta!” You gasp, sitting up, only for Nemuri to laugh and push you back down.

“Ah-ah,” he says, eyes adoring as they look at you. “Today you rest,” he sits at the edge of the bed and leans over to run a hand down your arm. “I went a little… overboard last night and you need to recuperate.

“But I feel fine, I promise.” You almost pout, caught a little between a rock and a hard place.

“Just today, my love, for my sanity.” He draws the backs of his fingers down your cheek, and you melt back into the pillow, suddenly tired again.

“Are you hungry?” Nemuri asks, petting your hair, sly smile on her face as her eyes dart between the two of you.

“Starving.” You mumble, before your eyes drift closed and you fall back into a dream-filled slumber.

#aizawa shouta x reader #aizawa x reader #vampire!aizawa #tw blood #tw bloodplay #tw biting #tw voyerism #supernatural au #I HOPE YOU LIKE IT #ILY BRITT #smut pile secret santa!

[lexxiie]

Hi.

It's me again. Thank you for the hero!Touya x reader fic. It was lovely. I have another request if you don't mind. Strap in cause this might take a while.

So, I read a post the other day explaining how Aizawa expelled over 1000(?) students. Someone did the math and concluded that for that for that to happen, he would have to have started teaching at 21 years old. That happens to coincide with the time Hawks started at UA. So assuming Hawks, Dabi and Shigaraki are the same age, here is my request.

Hawks and hero! Touya and Tenko in Aizawa's class, being the most chaotic (and traumatized) trio at UA and and annoying the hell out of him, because they remind him to much of himself, Present Mic and Oboro. (Touya still dyes his hair black cause he's angsty like that). Aizawa ends up becoming their older brother/father figure after he finds out about their traumatic lives. (Found family)

Bonus points if Hawks isn't an Endeavor fanboy anymore after he learns about what happens to Touya.

Really sorry for the long request. Hope you don't mind. You don't have to write it if it too much to handle.

Have a lovely day 💚

P.S. Please don't feel pressured to write this.

Omggg this is definitely an interesting concept. The thing is that Shigaraki is 20, Dabi is 24 and Hawks is 22, which means that we are gonna have to find a middle ground. Let's pretend that they are all Hawks' age. Also, Hawks wasn't a UA student since he was directly trained by the hero comission. We'll pretend that the comission did send him to the UA as well.

Fandom: Boku no hero academia

Featuring: Touya Todoroki, Keigo Takami, Tenko Shimura.

UA Student!Tenko, Touya and Keigo AU

I feel like it's important to state that these 3 did not became friends instantly.

Let's start by getting into the details on how they ended up in the UA first, shall we?

Tenko Shimura. Needless to say that he was a recommended student because of his very well known grandma.

His father does not talk to him at all and he lives with his sister in a modest apartment that is secretly being rented by their mother who also happens to visit them often without her husband's knowledge.

Since he didn't have to do the admission exam, no one knew him until the very first day of school.

His sister gave up her dream of being a hero ages ago, but she still doesn't want to live in her father's house for obvious reasons.

Tenko is the strongest student in his class.

Touya Todoroki. Another guy who was admitted because he had a recommendation letter, obviously.

Number two hero's son.

He would be incredibly strong if it wasn't for the fact that he can't fight for long because he literally roasts himself. His hero suit is supposed to help with that.

Let's be real. Touya here does not care about keeping the country safe. He just wants to be better than Endeavor to humilliate him.

I'm I the only one who believes that he has an ice quirk? Like, in canon? But Hirokoshi is keepig it a secret from us?

Anyways, he's super mean and no one likes him very much. He has a god complex and never misses a chance to say that he belongs in a different upper world than the rest of his classmates.

Second strongest in his class.

Keigo Takami. The son of a criminal; not great for someone who wants to become a hero. This means that no matter how hard the hero comission tried to get him in the UA with a recommendation letter, he still had to do the exam. Which he passed with flying colors, by the way.

His charisma makes him very popular at school. As well as his looks.

Third strongest student in his class.

So what do we have here so far?

A rich kid who was disinherited by his father because his desire to help others was strong enough to break his relationship with him and who also happens to avoid people because of his unstable quirk, another rich kid who has little to no heroic spirit because it's being clouded by his hatred towards his abusive dad, and a guy who didn't get half of the priviledges that the previous two had (which is bad considering their lives suck too) and who has no one to rely on.

Let's sum it up:

A loner who doesn't like people, a selfish kid who thinks that no one is at his level, and a loner who would actually like to stop being a loner.

They don't have anything in common besides the fact that they all resent their parents.

The first weeks of school were a disaster.

Tenko isolated himself from anyone at first, so when the moment where he had to make a quirk demostration came around, Touya already hated him.

How was he supposed to beat endeavor when this guy was out there literally pulverizing everything? Wasn't he supposed to do that?

Pretty much Deku and Bakugo.

At first.

Shouta can't help but notice that these three have a bright future ahead of them. Their quirks are very powerful and they may lack many things, but ambition isn't one of them. They definitely picked his interest from the very first day.

However, they still have to work on many things.

So he figures that pushing them together would be a good idea.

He started forcing them to team up for different activities, as well as teaming them up with other students, so that they had to fight against each other.

But this wasn't going very well.

There was one particular practice where Touya ended up attacking Tenko in a not so pacific way, which led to Tenko decaying his suit and Keigo's wings reducing to none after he tried to use them to separate both of them and ended up either pulverized or burned.

So Shouta decided that he had had enough. These brats weren't gonna improve if they kept jumping at each others' throats like this.

He forced them to go to school on weekends to train.

The first few weeks were a massacre.

But then they started tolerating each other.

Tenko had decided that he had lost too much hair to Touya's flames, while the latter was tired of buying new clothes everyday. Keigo was just being Keigo.

Speaking of him, this dude really admires both of his classmates. Does he think they are nuts? Yes. Does he think they are cool despite that? YES.

He lowkey likes them. They seem to be nice people... Sometimes. He likes their sense of conviction.

I feel like he subconsciously wants to have friends, which would eventually lead to him pulling the three of them together. Pretty much like Oboro did.

Their extra sessions with Aizawa forced them to get to know each other.

And Aizawa got to know them.

By the time they started their second year, they were still caothic.

But they were caothic together.

Touya still pretends he doesn't know them when someone asks but it's okay.

He acts as if he hated Tenko but he literally burned Kotaro's car to ashes.

He says he did it because he can't stand people who see their children as objects that they can dispose of, though. Liar.

Not gonna lie, Hawks cried when he learnt what type of father Endeavor was. No, he did not cry because he felt bad for Touya; he cried because of his childhood hero being a jerk.

Shouta must admit that those kids have had a place in his heart for a while now.

He realized it when he heard Keigo suggesting that they should open a hero agency together; he didn't understand why he was so attached to those kids. He thought it was because they were talented, but he could see it now. They reminded him of himself during his time as a student, of his own friends.

They were the weirdest combination ever but it somehow worked out.

The three of them adore their teacher. Specially Tenko.

Aizawa is just too cool, y'know? He wants to be like him.

He has a special place in his heart for Tenko as well; his selfless desire to help others reminds him of Oboro's.

He knows the family situation of each student and he really feels for some of them.

He cried when they graduated, and they cried too.

Touya will never admit it, though. "I crY wHeN I gEt eXcItEd, iT's aN iNVoLunTarY reSpOnse."

As the years go on and they become pro heroes, they still go to their high school teacher to ask him for advice.

Any of them would rather having Shouta at their wedding than having their own dads.

They are very grateful for him, and how he helped them grow as individuals and not just as heroes.

And Shouta will be forever grateful for having the honour of watching them grow up and be what he once dreamed of being.

#bnha #bnha imagines #bnha headcanons #bnha headcanons shigaraki #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #touya todoroki #dabi #keigo takami #hawks #tomura shigaraki #tenko shimura #shouta aizawa #mha headcanons #mha imagines #tomura shigaraki x reader #dabi x reader #hawks x reader

[hispipsqueak]

Forever

Hanta Sero x F!Reader NSFW

Summary: After years of being together, you and Sero decide to reminisce in the best way possible.

WC: 2.2K

A/N: Hi friends! Sero is one of those characters that I truly see as good husband material and I wanted to express some of those feelings in this piece. I know for a lot of us, especially in my age range, growing up and leaving that age of “dumb teenager/early 20′s mess” to “adult with responsibilities” is a big change and I hope that is reflected a bit in this. Also, there’s car sex. So that’s fun :D As always, likes and reblogs are very much appreciated! Thanks for reading <3 P.S: CAN WE TALK ABOUT SERO IN THE NEW EP??? ahhhh

TW: car sex, adulting/getting older, domestic relationship, daddy kink, breeding kink, mentions of drug use

Sero's eyes stared at the glowing screen, trying to comprehend the information yet again.

His gaze darted toward the corner, 3:36 A.M., and he yawned, before blinking and trying to re-read the document again. 

"Hey pretty boy." 

The smell of jasmine perfume and honey wafted in and he smiled sleepily as you ran your fingers through his shaggy black hair.

"Mm...I know, I know." He muttered, nuzzling into your touch. You were his rock, always making sure he ate well and slept enough, making sure he wouldn't overwork himself. Sero thought back to your UA days of sneaking out at 3 AM to some fast food joint and getting stoned while eating greasy fries in the back of his car. Time sure flew, huh?

You rested your head on his shoulder and pressed a kiss to his neck.

"Come to bed. Paperwork will still be there in the morning, I promise.", you muttered into his soft skin. He relented and pulled himself out of the chair, twirling you around so he had you pressed against the wall.

His eyes roamed your face. You were still gorgeous as the day he first laid eyes on you in high school.

"Whatcha thinkin' about, Hanta?" you whispered. He grinned, that toothy smirk that you fell in love with unchanged after all these years, and kissed you. 

"Just reminiscing. Thinking about how far we've come. Remember when we were annoying teenagers, sneaking out of the dorms?" 

"I'm pretty sure we are the reason for Aizawa's grey hairs now. Remember when your van broke down and we had to beg Bakugo to pick us up at 4 A.M.?" you giggled back, thinking of the blonde's angry scolding the entire ride home.

The two of you chuckled quietly, thinking about the years past. You glanced down at your hand, the sparkling diamond that adorned it shining in the dim room. 

"I remember the day you proposed too. I'm pretty sure I thought you were going to dump me." you teased.

Even in the dark, you could see his face flush and his eyes narrow.

"I was NERVOUS. I was trying to ask the love of my life to spend the rest of our lives together and you just sat there being beautiful and Denki spent the day before trying to convince me to do a flash mob and it was a LOT of pressure!"

"You literally started off with, 'We've had some bad times, and some good times, and this was fun'." You laughed, picturing his face that day. He was sweating bullets and your heart was sinking, thinking he was ending it. He had been so secretive and weird the weeks prior, as opposed to his normally chilled out demeanor. 

Sero kissed your forehead.

"I still have no idea why you said yes, but you're stuck with me, babe." He clinked his matching band against yours, a gesture the two of you did to remind yourselves of your unbreakable bond. 

His long arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you close to him and you buried yourself into his chest, smelling his citrus-scented soap. He rested his chin on your hair. 

"When did we get so old, Y/N?" He whispered, his eyes looking at the walls behind you. Pictures of the two of you decorated the house. The pair of you in matching sunglasses at the beach, a group photo of you two and the squad at dinner after the aforementioned proposal, a candid on your wedding day, and then the two of you holding your twin boys.

"I'm pretty sure after we became parents." you mumbled into his chest, your sleepiness apparent in your voice. "I think once I had to say Daddy in a non-sexual way, was when I realized we were old." 

Sero chuckled quietly, his hands squeezing your waist. 

"But, we're still cool right? We aren't our parents." 

You looked up at him, eyebrows raised.

"Hanta, are you worried about getting older?"

He closed his eyes. 

"Not worried as much as...I just...I don't wanna be an old guy who drives a minivan and talks about retirement and golf."

Your eyes widened and you burst into laughter.

"Baby, I'm pretty sure you would never take up golf."

Sero pouted and you grinned before continuing.

"But in all seriousness, we aren't the kids we were in high school. Maybe we can't pull all nighters and still function the next day, and maybe we have to be parents who eat more vegetables and less french fries. But it's also nice to have a car that doesn't require a running start to move, and have a house instead of sneaking in and out of each other's dorm rooms. And you know, the kids are KIND OF cool."

He nodded.

"They are pretty cool kids."

You cupped his face, tilting him towards you.

"If I have to grow old with someone, I'm glad it's with you."

His face flushed and he pressed his lips to yours, kissing you deeply. You gently tugged at the longer hair behind his ears as you kissed him back. He let out a low groan and his hands kneaded at your curves, squeezing your ass and hips.

Finally, the two of you broke apart, breathless and grinning. He pressed his forehead to yours.

"How about…we reminisce a little more? Maybe...in the car, for old time's sake?"

You nodded and the two of you headed to the garage, trying to stay as quiet as possible to not wake up the kids. Sero opened the car door and the two of you slid in the backseat, giggling like teenagers. 

You straddled him and could feel his cock through his joggers. He groaned as you grinded against it, teasing him with hungry hot kisses to his neck. 

“You’re such a tease, princess.” He whispered before tracing the shell of your ear with his tongue. Your body shivered at his touch. Even after all this time, he made you feel like a lovestruck schoolgirl. You ran your hands down his toned chest, his body lean from hero work, and slid your fingers underneath his shirt.

Sero took this as an invitation to pull off his black tank top and you did the same to your sleeping shirt, an old band tee that you snagged from him. His hands cupped your breasts, slowly kneading the soft flesh as he placed soft kisses on your collarbone and shoulder.

“Mmm...you’re so fucking beautiful. How the hell did I get so damn lucky, babe?” He said between kisses. Sero had a way of making you feel like the sexiest woman in the world and you couldn’t help but smile as he worshipped your breasts, kissing and licking his way down till he latched his mouth over your nipple. 

Using his other hand to tweak and tug at the hardened bud, he alternated between the two, sucking and leaving soft bites. Your back arched involuntarily, pushing your chest deeper into his mouth as you moaned.

“Fuck…need you Hanta.”

His long fingers worked their way down your belly, tracing circular patterns as he reached your sex. He ran a finger across your slit, barely parting your folds.

“What do you want, baby? Tell Daddy what you want.”

“Please...please touch me. Please daddy.” you begged, grinding yourself against him for the smallest amount of friction. You could feel yourself leaving a mess on his sweatpants, but you needed his touch.

He let out a deep chuckle.

“So desperate, huh baby? Let daddy take care of you.” You bit your lip as he plunged two fingers into your cunt. The length, combined with the hooking motion had you gasping. He continued to plunge in and out of your sopping heat as you rocked against him. Your thighs tensed, threatening to close on his arm. He maneuvered the two of you so you were laying on your back across the seat, his hand gripping your soft thighs, holding you in place as he finger-fucked you.

“Take it like a good girl baby. Let daddy make you feel good. You look so beautiful for me baby.” He praised you as he pushed deeper into you. You could feel him hit spots in you that made you see stars. All you could do was lay back and cry from the overwhelming pleasure that clouded your brain.

“Fuck...daddy, gonna cum soon!” you wailed, eyes rolling back. Hanta then chose this moment to pull his fingers from you, leaving your pussy to clench around nothing. You let out a frustrated whimper, tears leaking from your eyes.

“I’m so sorry baby, but I promise I’m gonna make it all better. You trust me baby?” He asked, his eyes dark with desire and something primal.

You nodded, sniffling at the shock of your orgasm being ripped from you. He tapped your lips with his fingers,still dripping of your arousal. Obediently, you opened and sucked on the two fingers, tasting yourself. 

“Look how good you taste baby. You’re such a good girl for me. I want you to lick up every last drop from my fingers. Can you do that for daddy?” He asked, grinning.

Nodding dumbly, you slurped down every bit of yourself from his hand. He pressed against your tongue, making you gag around him. You looked up at him, drool falling from the corners of your mouth. 

Hanta felt his cock twitch. Fuck you looked so sexy, so fucked and in love. He could see the devotion in your eyes as you looked at him awaiting his next instructions.

He pulled his hand back, strings of saliva hanging off of his calloused fingers. He propped himself above you so he was looking right down at your gorgeously fucked out face.

“You ready baby? You ready to take all of Daddy’s cock?” He asked, tugging your shorts down and lining himself up with your entrance. Your fingers found their way to his neck, tugging him close to you. The two of you shared a deep kiss, exchanging unspoken promises and memories before breaking apart. You nodded, looking deep into his eyes.

“Always."

Hanta felt his face flush, before slowly pressing into your tight heat. You bit your lip. No matter how many times the two of you had done this, you still had to prepare for his length. He wasn’t the thickest but his cock was long and lean just like him, with a curve that pressed itself right against your most sensitive spots.

“Fuck...you feel so good for me. You’re squeezing me so well baby.” He murmured, his dark eyes drinking in every inch of your body. His hands ran up and down your sides as he looked down at you and he gave you a small grin as he pinched your hip. You dug your fingertips into his shoulder blades, pulling him flush against you.

“Oh fuck you feel so good.” You rocked your hips against him, rolling yourself onto his cock. He took this as a cue to go faster and started to piston deeper inside of you, his balls slapping against your ass. His tip slammed against your walls, burying him deeper inside you. Moans and sighs filled the backseat and you gripped him tightly.

“That’s it babe, that’s it. Taking daddy so fucking deep. Fuck you’re sucking me in so well. I might have to knock you up again if you keep it up. You want that princess? Want daddy to put another baby inside you?” Hanta panted, hungrily kissing your neck and shoulder as he fucked into you faster. His teeth nipped at the thin skin and you cried out, from a mixture of pain and pleasure. “Answer me baby girl.”

“Y-yes daddy! Please fill me up with your cum. Need you so bad. Wan’a have your baby.” You moaned, delirious from him. The windows to the car were foggy and sweat ran down your bodies as you repeatedly crashed into each other, and yet all you could feel was him, all you wanted was to stay with him and please him as much as you could.

He could feel his release rapidly approaching. His hand snaked down to your clit and he pressed tight circles to the sensitive bud. Your back arched from the seat as you moaned out a mixture of curses and begs. Your mindless babbling spurred him on more. He wanted to keep fucking you, make it so you couldn’t remember your own name, drive you insane with desire and want.

“Tell me who’s fucking you so good baby. Who’s making you feel so fucking good? Who’s cum do you want to fill that tight little pussy of yours?” He breathed out, slamming into you impossibly faster.

“Daddy daddy daddy - DADDY!” you chanted, your mind fuzzy as you tightened around him, creaming on his cock. You wrapped your legs around his waist and rode out your high on his cock as your eyes fluttered and your mouth dropped open.

“That’s it, that’s it, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” He groaned out as he released into you, filling you with his seed. His cock twitched, spurting his load into you and his fingers gripped your hips, holding you tightly as he filled you up.

The two of you panted, breathing hard as you came down from your highs, slowly moving into a position where he could hold you. He moved some strands of hair, plastered to your face with sweat, and pressed a soft kiss to your temple.

“I love you.” 

You grinned, sleepiness overtaking your body as you leaned into him, your lips pressing against his skin.

“Forever.”

#sero x reader #hanta sero smut #hanta sero x reader #sero smut #bnha smut #mha smut #my hero academia smut #boku no hero academia smut #hanta sero #sero hanta #domestic sero

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MHA boys on take your kid to work day

Hello! New post with 3 of my loves! Just them reacting to your kids visting them at work Bakugou and Aizawa are fluff and just a hint sad while Izuku’s is fluff and crack! Reader is neutral.

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 Bakugou Katsuki x Reader, Aizawa Shouta x Reader, Midoriya Izuku x Reader

They react to their kids coming to visit them on bring your kid to work day

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BAKUGOU KATSUKI

When little Kaori said she wanted to go with Bakugou to bring your kid to work day, who she called Papa, you were a little hurt but decided hey you could use this as an excuse to hang out with him as well. A sort of family day at Bakugou's agency. Bakugou on the other hand was less than thrilled he did not want his baby girl anywhere near the dangerous agency or on the field with him. He also couldn't say no so, here you were with your daughter all dressed in his official costume merch, bouncing on your hip with joy. 

“We at daddy work now?” She said as she glanced around.

“Little girl even if you ask every two minutes it won't make us get there faster.” You said with a smile.

“Otay!” She said with her cute slur. She didn't get the chance to ask the question again as you entered the building.

“Oh look who it is!” A voice boomed out to you both. You recognize it as Kirishima, Kaori's partner in crime. Next to him was Bakugou who was giving you a goofy smile.

“Uncle Eiji! Uncle Eiji!” The little girl roared as she ran to meet him, slipping from your arms. She dashed into his rams and giggled as he threw her into the air.

“Oi you little brat! What about papa, just forgot all about me? Im wounded.” Bakugou said in a playful tone. The little girl gasped and grabbed bakugou's leg when she was back on the ground.

“No papa don't be wounded! I didn't forgot you!” She said into his leg, bakugou picked her up with a chuckle and came to your side.

“Yeah don't worry she didn’t forget about her precious papa. You all she could talk about I didn’t think I would find someone who talks about you more than you do but then again she is your kid.” You said making yourself and Kirishima laugh.

“OUR kid! You talk about me just as much, i'm the best husband and dad and hero, of course she’s gonna brag about me to anyone with ears.” He said ruffling her hair as he placed her down next to him.

“Papa, c’mon we gotta do papa works!” The little girl said, bouncing around the lobby.

“Oh yeah! You wanna see papa and me kick some ass?! You gotta take all in so you can be a great hero too someday!” Kiri said, further riling the girl up.

“Yay! Gonna watch you and papa kick ass and take names!!” The girl said not watching how her parents' faces paled. Kirishima only laughed and told you he was gonna take Kaori on a tour of his office real quick.

“Stop being such a bad influence on my daughter shitty hair!” Your husband roared after the pair of giggling retreating figures.

“Him? Puppy eyed, soft, and cuddly Kirishima Eijirou, badly influencing Kaori? It's all you babe, the little girl is so in love with you she does everything you do, just a bit cuter.” You said as you pecked his check.

“She isn't like me, stop saying that.” He said seriously with a grunt.

“She is, you are her hero. She wants to be just like you, what's the problem with that? You’ve been pushing her away every since she said she wanted to come here.” You said glaring at him.’

“I have not.” He said looking away from you.

“Yes you have, Katsuki, just talk to me cause you're gonna break your daughters heart. Every night you used to tell her stories of your patrols. Buy her you and Eijirou’s hero merch, hell even deku’s. Kids arent dumb shes is going to notice you stopped doing those things.” You said grabbing his chin and making him meet your eyes.

“She shouldn't want to be like me, okay!! I never want her to be a Pro-hero! I never want her to have scars on every inch of her body’s and be insecure about how she looks! I never want her to have nightmares of screams or the people she couldn’t save. I don’t want to worry that one day she might not come home, okay. And all the shit I went through at UA!? No way.” He whisper shouted at you.

“You're getting way ahead of yourself baby. Kaori isn’t even in school yet and barely has bloomed into her quirk. She isn’t getting any battle scars just bumps and bruises. It’s easy to worry about the what if’s but it’s even easier to just focus on her laugh or her smile when she talks about you. Love your also forgetting you are more than a pro hero, your a good man who’s funny, brave, and little wild. That’s who Kaori wants to be like not Dynamight, she wants to be like her papa, Bakugou Katsuki.” You said caressing his cheeks. He considered your words with flushed cheeks, before he let out a sigh but before he could respond Kaori came crashing to him.

“Papa! Papa! Papa!” The girl said jumping up and down with her hands up. Bakugou laughed but picked her up nonetheless.

“C’mon papa! We gots to go do paperworks! Uncle kiri said we do that then we go kickass!” She said wigging with happiness in his arms, you laughed as he paled again.

“Sure baby girl but please don’t say that bad word, papa doesn’t like it.” He said as he walked towards his office.

“To bads! I wanna be just like you papa and you say it so I’m gonna say it too!” She said, pulling at his cheeks.

“You damn brat just listen to me! If you’re gonna try to be like me at least be a better version not a copy pasted person which means no cussing!” He yelled gently at her.

“Okay papa! Does this mean you’ll teach me how to be as great as papa! Wanna be just like you ‘member” she said with determination.

“Don’t say anymore no no words today and hell yeah I will! I’ll teach you how to be even better than Papa.” Bakugou said not looking at Kaori but looking at you. His look was saying what his mouth couldn’t, he was done thinking of what could happen years from now. Right now he just wanted to do whatever made his little girl smile whatever that means.

AIZAWA SHOUTA

“Tell me you did not.” Aizawa said to his blonde friend.

“I did, you can't be mad!” Hizashi said with a chuckle.

“I can be and I am. I told you I didn't want them here.” he said lowly.

“There are a bunch of pros here, security is super tight and they know not to call you or me by our government names or to say their full names and besides Y/n is gonna be here the whole time.” The blonde said, trying to calm down his friend.

“No matter how tight our security is, stuff seems to slip through the cracks and put the students in danger. I don't need any villains learning I have not one not two but three huge and very exploitable weaknesses.” He said as they neared his rooms where his students were waiting.

“They are wearing face masks and hoods. Any part of them that is distinguishable is being hidden, its gonna be fine. Don't act like you aren't excited to see them, its been 4 days i know you're itching to see them.” Hizashi said as his friend went into his classroom. He had only gotten about halfway through the class when the door opened and you were seen in the doorway.

“Dada!!” The little one year old said in your arms skirming for her dad. The whole class craned their necks to see you, your one year old, and your 4 year old.

“Hello Eraserhead!” You laughed as you went to sit at an open desk placing both of the kids on your lap. The class glanced from the kids to their teacher and back again.

“Sensei! You have kids! And you're married!” A blonde one yelled.

“Denki stop yelling you're gonna give me a headache. Yes I do, which I hope you can all keep them a secret.” He said with a sigh.

“You're such a grump I don't know how they tolerate you. Hello, I am Y/n, this little one is Kumiko, and this one is Shira.” You said as you waved at them, Kumiko copied you and gave the kids a lazy wave to which all the kids cooed at. Aizawa smiled and went back to explaining what the class would be doing for the rest of class period which was just some research on a few different kinds of hero agency.

“Hello my pretty girls.” Aizawa said taking the bouncing girl from you.

“Hi daddy! Can I help you with your work!” Shira said with a toothy smile, she had a sort of fascination with quirks.

“To be honest sweet thing they are learning big words right now, words too big for you but im sure they would love to talk to you and tell you about their quirks.” He said ruffling her hair. Then his quirk activated as he looked at his class.

“Say anything inappropriate, lose control of your quirk and hurt her and I'll expel you.” He said menacingly to which all the kids nodded in fear. That's all Shira needed to hear before she walked over to a group of students.

“She was so excited when I told her we were going to see you, I think she's going to be a teacher someday.” You said gazing up at Aizawa who was playing with Kumiko.

“Uh uh sweet talk like that isn't gonna work. I told you it is too dangerous for them to be here.” He said with a pout.

“I remember saying there isn't a safer place than with you!” You said with a small smile.

“Well have it your way as usual when Shira or Kumiko start acting like one of these brats you and Mic will be to blame.” He said with a sigh.

“Well Mr. Easerhead, I'll be prepared for punishment! I think i have nothing to fear though the smile on your face says everything you can't.” You said as he played with your daughter. The day went like this. You and Aizawa playing with Kumiko and Shira floating about the classroom, The day had almost went by without any event when Shira louds cries were heard. Aizawa handed Kumiko to you and was at her side in a second. She rushed into his torso and cried even more. The class all had their fingers pointed to 3 of the boys.

“What’s wrong sweetheart?” He spoke to her softly. Her little fist rubbed at her eyes.

“I told then that you were the best hero and then green one was like ‘thats All might’ and then the blonde one was like ‘yeah he really great person’ then the red and white one was like ‘yeah he is number 1’ they dumb assholes anyway cus he not 1 anymore dats ‘devor! You're the best hero, aren't you daddy?” The girl said as she looked at her dad with stars in her eyes. You were just laughing as quietly as you could.

“Im anything you want me to be sweetheart but don't say asshole it's a naughty word for adults.” He said, wiping the drying tears from her cheeks.

“But the blonde one said it alot.” She said with a pout.

“Did he now? Well in that case I forgot you have a 3 mile run today, and it's a test. Be back before class is over which is roughly 30 no 27 minutes or you'll be put on cleaning duty for the whole school including the dorms.” He said and the class was off just like that. Your small family watched from the window as the students ran with Shira sometimes yelling out the window.

“And don't stop until you finished you lazy wannabe heroes!” She shouted with a happy smile.

“Did I say it right daddy?” She said wiggling in his arms.

“Yes you did sweetheart.” He said with a proud smile.

MIDORIYA IZUKU

You and the twins had been at Izuku’s agency for a while and he was going insane. The boys were 3 and nothing like their father. They were wild, loud and adventurous. They didn't and wouldn't stay still. The office loved it but Izuku was about to have a heart attack, Tatsuo was missing. He was only 3 and couldn't really open the door or operate an elevator so you, Bakugou, and Uraraka were not all that worried but poor Izuku was.

“Deku calm the fuck down. He’s been gone for like 2 minutes maybe he couldn't have got far.” Bakugou said to his stressing friend who was putting Toshi back into his leash backpack thing.

“It only takes 1 second to get hurt or die, Kacchan. I’ve failed as a parent.” He said, sounding too serious. You couldn't stop your laughter now.

 “Honey, our kids are too predictable. Just get a bag of C-A-N-D-Y from their bag and shake, Tatsuo will come running.” You said with a small smile taking Toshi from him.

“Oh good thinking!” He said getting a bag and shaking like crazy. Soon little footsteps were heard and Tatsuo emerged from behind Izuku smiling like crazy.

“Daddy, can I have a candy, pretty please!” He said with his cute smile almost making his father forget he ran from then.

“Only if you promise to never wander off like that again!” Izuku said as sternly as he could, but it wasn't very stern at all. The boy nodded at him and stuck out his hand but when he did Izuku noticed blood all over his hand and fainted within seconds. You and Bakugou went to find bandages and a first aid-kit for Tatsou while Uraraka got water to wake up Izuku.

“Oh my gosh! Does he need stitches or something! We should take him to the hospital.” Izuku said as he shot awake. The people around all laughed at the green haired boy.

“No babe, he was just playing with a stapler and staple his hands…. A few times but he’s fine.” You said pointing to the two boys who were watching Bakugou make very small explosions. 

“Tatsuo! Toshi! Don't get too close you could get hurt! We should go home babe, hey Uravity take over for me I’m going home!!” He yelled shakily. You weren't sure what you were gonna do with your worrywart husband, especially when the boys do or don't get quirks. He couldn't handle them now without needing an inhaler. He damn sure couldn't if they got quirks, you could picture it now. A funeral caused by your rambunctious kids for your husband. ‘Here lies a lovely but overbearing and worrywart father.’

#bakugou x y/n #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugou fluff #bnha bakugou #aizawa x reader #aizawa shouta x reader #bnha aizawa #aizawa shouta #midoriya x reader #midoriya izuku #deku x reader #bnha midoriya #mha fanfiction #mha deku #bnha x reader

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first updated 11.17.20 last updated 07.13.21 desktop version found here bkdk masterlist: desktop | mobile

fics [38] drabbles [13]

Thanks for dropping by! I want to note that I no longer write x reader and instead am writing bakudeku shipfic. So! By all means, read, like, comment on my fics here! But I can't recommend that you follow me unless you like bakudeku. Hope you enjoy your time here regardless! <3

legend:

character x character

Title w/ link | [rating] | word count | genre

Synopsis

ratings are bracketed: e.g. [g], [t], [m], [e]

[g] - appropriate for general audiences [t] - appropriate for audiences 13+ [m] - contains non-graphic adult themes [e] - explicit, 18+ readers only

🌸 = personal faves

characters x reader: no ship (1), aizawa (2), bakugou (12), endeavor (1), iida (2), kaminari (1), kirishima (4), midoriya (7), shinsou (2), todoroki (19)

Everything is in alphabetical order <3

no ship

2020 Election Night Comfort | [g] | 0.6k | hurt/comfort

The results are in and your class is all with you as you process the results

aizawa x reader

Stress Relief | [e] | 3k | smut

There's a new regulation that forces you to take an extra class before you can graduate college. When you learn that Eraserhead is teaching the class, you’re a little more interested.

2020 Election Night Comfort | [g] | 0.6k | hurt/comfort 

Aizawa reminds that you were prepared for this and, together, you can handle it.

bakugou x reader

Can’t Find My Breath | [e] | 4.2k | smut 🌸

At the beginning of the day, Ground Zero was just another hero you wrote articles about. Now it’s nighttime and you’ve just left a bar together. Companion to The Rest with No Sound

Christmas Cold | [g] | 1k | fluff

You and Katsuki manage to make it to your parents' house for the holidays, but you've come down with a little cold.

Doing Something Right | [e] | 1.8k | smut

You’re pregnant and happily enjoying domestic bliss when Katsuki comes in, unable to resist you.

Frustration | [e] | 3.1k | smut

request. After a long day of work, Katsuki comes home frustrated and you, suffering from a different kind of frustration yourself, know exactly what will help you both.

Gorgeous | [e] | 1.5k | smut, hurt/comfort

ask. When you have a negative response to Katsuki touching you in a moment of insecurity, he intends to do whatever he can to alleviate your fears.

version 1: petite reader

version 2: curvy reader

Magic | [e] | 2.2k | smut

request. Katsuki comes home early and catches you...taking care of yourself.

Miniskirts | [e] | 0.8k | smut 🌸

After a long day, Katsuki takes a shower and his thoughts turn to you.

On the Job | [e] | 4.5k | smut 🌸

Super human society has a secret. Aphrodisiac quirks aren’t just of porn and fantasy--they’re common and too often fall into the wrong hands. When heroes get hit, someone has to be able to activate the quirk’s release condition. If they’re single, who might that someone be?

You.

The Rest with No Sound | [t] | 8.5k | slow burn, fluff 🌸

Bakugou thinks that people who wake up not remembering where they are are idiots. This is confirmed when it happens to him, head aching from a night of drinking. Idiot. But when he looks over, and sees you there, he realizes he doesn’t remember anything. So he has to gather the scattered pieces from the day before to figure out exactly how he ended up with you. Companion to Can’t Find My Breath

Stay | [g] | 2.2k | hurt/comfort 🌸

ask. The last thing you want to do on a rough day is worry Bakugou with your problems. So you try to hide it. You should have known better.

Steamy | [e] | 2.7k | smut

request. You're a pro hero, rising in the ranks and, happy though he is for you, Katsuki's old jealousy begins to roil. After you've been paraded around all evening as one of Japan's finest, Katsuki finds himself feeling more than a little possessive, and can't help himself from taking you as his.

Steel and Lace | [e] | 3.8k | smut

The only one who manages to get Bakugou’s birthday right is you.

endeavor x reader

When the Smoke Clears | [e] | 17.4k | slow burn, smut

Soulmate AU. After his battle with Hawks against Hood, Endeavor wakes up in the hospital to find that a young doctor saved his life, their quirk being able to counteract the negative effects of his own. His first thought is that he has to talk to you–you might be able to fix the drawbacks of his quirk. His second thought is oh no, not again.

iida x reader

Broken Glass | [g] | 1.8k | fluff, mild comfort

request. In a quirk-related accident you find yourself surrounded by shattered glass. Worst of all, most of that glass is from every single pair of your boyfriend’s glasses.

Flotsam, Jetsam, Lagan, and Derelict | [g] | 1.5k | hurt/comfort

ask. Trying to hide a panic attack from your boyfriend isn’t easy when he’s right next to you. But you’re determined to suffer alone.

kaminari x reader

2020 Election Night Comfort | [g] | 0.4k | hurt/comfort

You share your unsteady hope with Kaminari.

kirishima x reader

Silhouette | [e] | 1.8k | smut, hurt/comfort

ask.  Before a gala, you’re stuck in the mirror, caught on all your old body insecurities. Kiri comes in and loves you regardless.

version 1: petite reader

version 2: curvy reader

We’ll See | [g] | 6.3k | gen, light romance 🌸

demisexual!Reader. After a fateful meeting, you and Kirishima keep running into each other. And although he’s so nice, you fear the fact that he might be interested in you. Even though all you want is, for once, to let yourself be happy and maybe fall in love, you can’t seem to be able to.

What We Look For | [t] | 15.5 | slow burn

Last time, you and Kirishima became friends—nothing more, nothing less. The idea of being something more sounds nice. But you can’t. You just can’t. So you won’t. Whatever happens will be on your own terms. Sequel to We'll See

2020 Election Night Comfort | [g] | 0.4k | hurt/comfort

Kirishima freaks out while you experience a numb calm. You meet in the middle.

midoriya x reader

Bad Days | [g] | 1.4k | hurt/comfort

Izuku helps you get out of bed.

Sunlight | [e] | 2.1k | smut 🌸

request. An early afternoon in bed with your husband, Izuku.

Surprised, Just Once | [e] | 5k | smut

request. You were planning on just another predictable night out with the girls. What you got was much, much more.

2020 Election Night Comfort | [g] | 0.3k | hurt/comfort

Izuku holds you close while you watch the results.

Multiple unrelated oneshots with Deku with an s/o with an eating disorder | ask

Gratitude | [t] | 1.4k | hurt/comfort

After having been with Izuku a while, you’re suffering a relapse and he helps you through with some gratitude practices on date night.

Picnic | [t] | 1.8k | hurt/comfort

Izuku surprises you with a picnic on your second date, much to your horror.

A Start | [t] | 1.2k | hurt/comfort 🌸

You ask Izuku for help when you realize you need it.

Trust Yourself | [t] | 2.3k | hurt/comfort

Shortly after moving in together, Izuku learns of your struggles and tries his best to comfort and encourage you.

shinsou x reader

Passing the Night Stars | [g] | 3.2k | hurt/comfort

The party was neon and you needed darkness.

2020 Election Night Comfort | [g] | 0.4k | hurt/comfort

Shinsou helps you prioritize yourself.

todoroki x reader

All Dressed Up | [e] | 4.6k | smut 🌸

quarantine fic. It’s been months since you’ve dressed up, felt pretty, and felt seen by anyone. Your husband’s birthday is a perfect excuse to get all dressed up. And then take it right off.

All the Wasted Time | [e] | 3.2k | smut, fluff

Three months ago, you’d been ripped from Shouto’s side with something less than a love confession, something more than a show of feelings. Now that you’re back, you’re eager to make up for lost time. Siberia sequel, First Snow prequel

Bad Days | [g] | 0.9k | hurt/comfort 🌸

Shouto comforts you when your demons arrive unexpectedly.

First Snow | [g] | 2.2k | fluff

A year after the events in Siberia, you and Shouto are happily together, and it’s the first snow of the year. Siberia and All the Wasted Time sequel

On the Job | [e] | 3.4k | smut 🌸

Super human society has a secret. Aphrodisiac quirks aren’t just of porn and fantasy--they’re common and too often fall into the wrong hands. When heroes get hit, someone has to be able to activate the quirk’s release condition. If they’re single, who might that someone be?

You. Sequel to On the Job (Bakugou); can be read alone

Siberia | [e] | 13.8k | pining/angst, smut, fluff 🌸

On the field, you and Todoroki are rising stars amongst hero pairings. Off the field…you’re kind of in love with him. After a successful capture, you’re boss brings you in to let you know you’re being sent on assignment in foreign country…alone. Before you leave, you have to act. You’re not partners anymore, after all. And with a little liquid courage you do. Then, the next morning, you still have to leave. All the Wasted Time and First Snow prequel.

Worth it | [t] | 0.3k | gen

The morning after with your boyfriend, Shouto.

2021 Election Night Comfort | [g] | 0.5k | hurt/comfort

The stress of election day comes back swiftly during the Georgia runoff and Todoroki’s quick to notice.

all works below are within the world of the a spare heart series:

A series about a fem, American reader who had to transfer to U.A. partway through second year. You’re there to become a hero, that much is obvious, but why else did you come? And, more importantly, what—or who—makes you stay?

timeline

may, year two:

- reader finishes junior year of American high school early

- reader transfers to u.a. from the united states

The Meeting | [g] | 0.1k | gen

Reader meets Tokoyami for the first time. Sequel to first impressions from my wip list

Hollow Victory | [g] | 9.6k | gen, action

chapter 1 | chapter 2

You transferred to U.A. from America two weeks ago. No one has found out your quirk yet. Today, they’re going be meeting it head on and you have the advantage: surprise.

june, year two:

Illiterate | [g] | 2.1k | fluff, comfort

Being unable to read Japanese makes you feel so stupid. And who comes into the common room after midnight just as you’re about to cry? The boy who hasn’t spoken to you in three weeks.

sequels

The Offering | [g] | 0.4k | fluff, gen.

The Mission (Shouto POV) | [g] | 0.3k | fluff, gen., silly

september, year two:

Impetus | [g] | 2.1k | friendship

Ever since Shinsou found out what your quirk was, the two of you have been each other’s best friends and confidantes. But when he turns a casual training session into a tease over your supposed crush on someone in your class, that trust might just break.

january, year two:

This Clock Never Seemed So Alive | [g] | 1.2k | fluff, comfort

You and your boyfriend, Shouto, always walk to class together, but today you haven’t yet left your dorm. When he checks on you, he finds you awake, but curled on your side, suffering from period cramps.

sequels

The Questions (drabble) | [g] | 0.1k | gen.

The Sweetness (double drabble) | [g] | 0.2k | fluff, comfort

february, year three:

Between Fear and Guilt | [t] | 2.5k | light angst, comfort

You and Shouto only started being intimate a couple months back, but you’re already experiencing a dry spell. Today you’re going to figure out what’s up with your boyfriend once and for all.

fifteen years after graduation

Something Perfect | [e] | 3.7k | smut, fluff

After years of questioning if Shouto would ever want children, he’s finally decided that he really does. Overjoyed, the two of you decide to get started.

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha #mha #todoroki x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #deku x reader #iida x reader #ida x reader #kirishima x reader #aizawa x reader #shinsou x reader #endeavor x reader

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Masterlist

 Prompt List

Hunter x Hunter:

Main Four:

Gon: Annoyed Darling, Darling Having a Hysterectomy, Walks in on Darling, Family HC, Blind Darling HC, Escapist Darling w/Three y/o, Escapist Darling HC, Poly!Main Four HC, Gon and Poly!Gon+Killua HC, Poly!Gon and Killua w/Escapist Darling, 

Killua: Drabbles | 2 |

Annoyed Darling, Darling Having a Hysterectomy, Walks in on Darling, Family HC, Blind Darling HC, Escapist Darling w/Three y/o, Escapist Darling HC, Poly!Main Four HC, Killua and Poly!Gon+Killua HC, Poly!Gon and Killua w/Escapist Darling, Killua w/Assassin Darling,

Leorio: Emotionless Daughter HC, Annoyed Darling, Darling Having a Hysterectomy, Walks in on Darling, Family HC, Blind Darling HC, Escapist Darling w/Three y/o, Escapist Darling HC, Poly!Main Four HC, Poly!Kurapika and Leorio w/Escapist Darling, Leorio and Poly!Kurapika+Leorio HC,  Poly!Kurapika Escapist S/O Now Nen User,

Kurapika: Drabbles | 13 | | Finds Darling at the Mall |

 Stronger Yandere Rival HC,  Darling Sends Nudes HC, Kurapika’s Type, Small Boobs HC, Kurta Survivor Darling, Emotionless Daughter HC, Annoyed Darling, Darling Having a Hysterectomy, Walks in on Darling, Poly!Illumi and Kurapika HC, Family HC, Blind Darling HC, Escapist Darling w/Three y/o, Darling Disappears HC, Escapist Darling HC, Poly!Main Four HC, Poly!Kurapika and Leorio w/Escapist Darling, Kurapika and Poly!Kurapika+Leorio HC, Kidnaped (Coming Around) Darling, No Nut November HC, Escapist Tricking Darling, Escapist Darling w/Youngest Child, Poly!Leorio Escapist S/O Now Nen User, Winter/Christmas/Other Holidays w/Darling, Kurapika w/Self-Harming Darling, Darling in a Bunny Costume, OG Spider Darling,

Adult Trio + Glitter Rat:

Hisoka: Drabbles | 13 | | 49 |

Darling w/Teleporting Nen, Hisoka’s Type, Escapist Darling w/Three y/o, Gullible Darling, Poly!Adult!Trio w/Escapist Darling, Poly!Hisoka and Illumi w/Escapist Darling, Platonic HC, Platonic Reader Accidentally Says Mom/Dad/Big Brother, Platonic Reader w/Southern Accent, Omegaverse (ABO) General HC, 

Illumi: Drabbles | 44 |

Darling Sends Nudes HC, Darling w/Teleporting Nen, Illumi’s Type,  Small Boobs HC, Blind Darling HC, Escapist Darling w/Three y/o, Darling w/Small Hands, Poly!Illumi and Kurapika HC, Cuddle HC, Poly!Adult!Trio w/Escapist Darling, Poly!Hisoka and Illumi w/Escapist Darling, Milluki and Illumi Sharing a Darling | Pt 2 HC | | Pt 3 |, Kidnaped (Coming Around) Darling, No Nut November HC, Kinks Secret and Lingerie, Silva w/Illumi’s Darling, Plantoic HC, Platonic Reader Accidentally Says Mom/Dad/Big Brother, Platonic Reader w/Southern Accent, Winter/Christmas/Other Holidays w/Darling, Darling in a Bunny Costume, Omegaverse (ABO) General HC,

Chrollo: Chrollo + PT | Teaser/Part 1 | Part 2 |

Drabbles | 27+32 | | 22 | | 40 |

Darling Sends Nudes HC, Darling w/Teleporting Nen, Chrollo’s Type, Darling Sad By Death, Small Boobs HC, Blind Darling HC, Illiterate Darling HC, Escapist Darling w/Three y/o, Kurta Survivor Darling, Gullible Darling, Vampire Darling, Darling Being Cute, Darling Focusing On Kullato HC, Cuddle HC, Poly!Adult!Trio w/Escapist Darling, No Nut November HC, Little Sister (Platonic), Winter/Christmas/Other Holidays w/Darling, Biggest Kinks + Dirty Secret + Favorite Lingerie, Darling in a Bunny Costume, Omegaverse (ABO) General HC,

Pariston: Drabbles | 46 |

Zoldyck:

Silva: Silva’s Type, Small Boobs HC, Blind Darling HC, Darling w/Small Hands, No Nut November HC, Kinks Secret and Lingerie, Kikyo+Silva Share a Darling, Silva w/Illumi’s Darling, Platonic Reader Accidentally Says Mom/Dad/Big Brother, Platonic Reader w/Southern Accent, Winter/Christmas/Other Holidays w/Darling, Darling in a Bunny Costume,

Kikyo: General HC, Kinks Secret and Lingerie, Kikyo+Silva Share a Darling, Platonic HC, Platonic Reader Accidentally Says Mom/Dad/Big Brother,  Platonic Reader w/Southern Accent, Winter/Christmas/Other Holidays w/Darling,

Milluki:  Darling w/Small Hands, Milluki and Illumi Sharing a Darling | Pt 2 HC | | Pt 3 |,  Kidnaped (Coming Around) Darling, No Nut November HC, Kinks Secret and Lingerie, Winter/Christmas/Other Holidays w/Darling, Darling in a Bunny Costume,

Kullato: General HC, Kinks Secret and Lingerie

Alluka: Aged!Up General HC,

Greed Island:

Razor: Wearing Their Shirt HC, 

Bisky: Biggest Kinks + Dirty Secret + Favorite Lingerie,

Phantom Troupe:

Uvogin: Tatooed | Pt 1 | | Pt 2 |

Drabbles | 22 | | 22 | | 27 | | 2 | | 32 |

Husband HC, Uvogin’s Type, Small Boobs HC, Wearing Their Shirt HC, Darling w/Small Hands, Gullible Darling, Poly!Uvo and Shal w/Artist Darling, Cuddle HC, Little Sister (Platonic),

Phinks: Drabbles | 17+19 | | 6 | | 36 | 

Darling Sends Nudes HC, Blind Darling HC, Wearing Their Shirt HC,  Darling w/Small Hands, General HC, Phinks’Type, Ticklish s/o,

Feitan:  Drabbles | 39 |

Darling Sends Nudes HC, Feitan’s Type, Small Boobs HC, Blind Darling HC, General HC,  No Nut November HC, Darling w/Tickle Kink, Escapist Tricking Darling, Sadistic Darling Wants Therapy, Biggest Kinks + Dirty Secret + Favorite Lingerie, Ticklish s/o,

Shalnark: Drabbles | Random | | 12 |

Darling Sends Nudes HC, Shalnark’s Type, Small Boobs HC, Poly!Uvo and Shal w/Artist Darling, Kidnapped (And Coming Along) Darling, Kinks Secret and Lingerie, Escapist Tricking Darling,

Pakunoda:  Darling Sends Nudes HC, Blind Darling HC, Little Sister (Platonic), Winter/Christmas/Other Holidays w/Darling,

Franklin: Darling w/Small Hands

Shizuku: Shisuku’s Type

Machi: Kidnapped (And Coming Along) Darling, Little Sister (Platonic),

Nobunaga: Drabbles | 21+15 |

York New: 

Neon: Biggest Kinks + Dirty Secret + Favorite Lingerie,

Chimera Ants:

Meruem: Drabbles | 19 |

Dear Human | Pt 1 (NSFW)|

Would They Change Their Darling HC, Emotionless Daughter HC, Darling Disappears HC, Stronger Yandere Rival HC, Meruem HC, Extermination Team Darling

Shaiapouf: Shaia HC, Kinks Secret and Lingerie, Darling w/Nen Wings, Poly!Pitou + Shaiapouf,

Methuthuyoupi: Darling w/Small Hands Youpi HC,

Neferpitou: Darling w/Small Hands, Pitou HC, Kidnapped (And Coming Along) Darling, Poly!Pitou + Shaiapouf,

Zazan: Zazan HC

Colt: Colt HC

Chimera Ant Queen: Chimera Ant Queen HC,  

My Hero Academia:

Villains:

All For One: Sweet healer | Pt 1 (NSFW)|

League Of Villians: 

Dabi: Dabi’s Type, Seeing Darling in Lingerie,

Shigaraki: No Nut November HC, Winter/Christmas/Other Holidays w/Darling, Biggest Kinks + Dirty Secret + Favorite Lingerie, Darling in a Bunny Costume, 

Mr. Compress: Seeing Darling in Lingerie,

Kurogiri: Seeing Darling in Lingerie,

Shie Hassaikai:

Kai Chisaki (Overhaul): Kidnaped (Coming Around) Darling, No Nut November HC, Kinks Secret and Lingerie, Winter/Christmas/Other Holidays w/Darling,

Hari Kurono (Chronostasis): Kidnaped (Coming Around) Darling, No Nut November HC, Kinks Secret and Lingerie, Winter/Christmas/Other Holidays w/Darling,

Toya Setsuno:  Kidnaped (Coming Around) Darling, No Nut November HC, Kinks Secret and Lingerie, Clumsy Darling, Winter/Christmas/Other Holidays w/Darling, Darling in a Bunny Costume, 

Upperclassmen:

Tamaki Amajiki (Suneater): Kidnaped (Coming Around) Darling, No Nut November HC, Kinks Secret and Lingerie, Winter/Christmas/Other Holidays w/Darling, Darling in a Bunny Costume,

Pro Heroes:

Enji Todoroki (Endeavor): Winter/Christmas/Other Holidays w/Darling, Biggest Kinks + Dirty Secret + Favorite Lingerie,

Shota Aizawa (Eraserhead): Winter/Christmas/Other Holidays w/Darling, Biggest Kinks + Dirty Secret + Favorite Lingerie,

All Might (Toshinori Yagi): Darling in a Bunny Costume,

Hawks: Seeing Darling in Lingerie,

Class 1-A:

Kirishima: Kinks Secret and Lingerie

Shinsou: Winter/Christmas/Other Holidays w/Darling, Biggest Kinks + Dirty Secret + Favorite Lingerie,

Class 1-B:

Monoma: Kinks Secret and Lingerie, Winter/Christmas/Other Holidays w/Darling,

Mortal Kombat:

Outworld: 

Kotal Kahn: Memories of a Kahn, 

Shinnok: Then and Now,

Stand Alone Fan Fiction:

Stuck at a StandStill: 

Prologue (Before We Begin), Chapter 1 (Three, Two, One, Begin), Chapter 2 (Test to Stay), Chapter 3 (Day Two),

Q and A:

Q/A: 

Alpha and Omega, What I Write/Don’t Write, How Did I Get Into HxH and Writing, Is There  Limit to The Amount Of Requests, Who is My Favorite HxH Character, Do I write LGBT+, Are Meek Readers Cliche, Want to Talk? Let’s Talk, Do I Write Character x Yandere!Reader, Do I write Au’s, A Little Writing Advice, How do I organize my asks, How far do I go with NSFW, What are my pronouns, What can you call me, Who I would probably befriend in HxH, 

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[bakugohoex]

can you please write a fic where youre aizawas' wife and you're pregnant with twins, and while he's in the middle of teaching at UA you go into labor and you call him, and he leaves in the middle of their class, (the class dosen't know he's married and obviously dosen't know he's about to become a father) and the class thinks that something's seriously wrong because they saw panic on his face for a slight second when he got the call, so they end up following him to the hospital only to see him sniling and holding two newborn babies that look just like him and the woman who is on the hospital bed (you) and theyre in shock when they find out that you're his wife and those are his kids, but what shocks them most is the big smile on his face when he was holding his babies 🥺 idk i thought it would be cute

“did he steal two babies?”

pairing: shouta aizawa x female reader

cw: language, fluff

word count: 3000+

a/n: i live for domestic one shots, i might write some more depending on how i’m feeling, hope you guys like this have a happy new years eve people, the stupid tags arent working so if you could reblog it it would mean a lot 

summary: in which you’re aizawa’s secret wife, aizawa gets a call in the middle of class that you’re going into labor and eventually leaves, the class being noisy pricks follows him to a hospital, feeling worried they continue to follow until they see him holding two babies with a smile at his new family

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Eight months, eight full fucking months of carrying Aizawa’s little spawns. Having spent your last term of pregnancy on bed rest, it had been the worst term ever, you would rather have taken the puking up last nights dinner then staying in bed. Even Aizawa had gotten annoyed with how frustrated you had got, you craved how he could get up and leave for work. You hadn’t gone into work since your maternity leave started and you were annoyed, being a pro hero it had been worse.

As soon as you told the agency you were pregnant, you were desk bound, unable to go on patrols. It was fucking annoying and you hated every second of it, and all Aizawa could do was smirk at your frustration. “I’m due any day now, just leave work and stay with me.” You plead grabbing the material from his neck, you wanted him to hold you. You already felt gross staying in bed 24/7 but now you didn’t have your husband beside you 24/7.

“Kitten, this is my last day, I’ll spend the rest of the pregnancy with you.” You were grouchy letting go of him and turning your head to face away for him. “Y/n.”

He tried to gain your attention but ignored him, “you should’ve gotten pregnant as well you’d understand.”

He raised an eyebrow, shaking his head as he crept his arms around your body, his hand resting on the baby bump. You shuffled closer to his body, before turning your head to see him softly rubbing back and forth across the bump.

“Be patient, my love.” It was a whisper which brought you comfort.

“If you’re not home by 4pm then I’m locking you out of the house.” You threaten.

He looks down at you with your fiery eyes, “sure you are.” He kisses the top of your head; you pout wanting a proper kiss. He looks at how perfect you looked with his babies, when you both found out you were having twins, the small apartment you had called home since dating. Had gone and a house in the country close enough to UA and still for you to do pro hero work was where the both of you had situated.

Your relationship have been very secretive, a small wedding ceremony which had been perfect with your family and friends. Of course people had noticed you had gone MIA but one day you’d come out and tell the world how you and Aizawa were an inseparable family.

He moved to capture your lips, grabbing his face you wanted to just drag him back to bed. But he quickly moved out of your grip, “patience Y/n.”

“Shouta.” You whine like a child would.

“Seems like ill be raising three babies now.” He mocked putting the scarf around his yellow goggles.

“I hope you break your goggles.” You huff again, he doesn’t speak only kissing your temple after the small peck he had given to your lips.

He starts to walk out the bedroom, your wedding photo situated on the cabinet. You were perfect back then and now with his kids inside of you, you became somehow even more perfect. He had never thought that the woman he had met all those years ago, who had showed of her quirk to the whole world would be the one he fell in love with.

He looked back at you, you were grumpy due to hormones but once the babies were out you knew you’d go back to being yourself (and both of you could fuck properly, but that was just a bonus.)

“Make sure to walk around the house.” He warns.

It was your turn to raise an eyebrow, “and what if I don’t, will you come home early?” Your extra clinginess melted his insides, he knew how bored your loud self was and being cooped up inside had took a toll on you.

“I’ll come home early.” The sound of your squeal lifted his spirits, it was adorable, and he loved how easily your mood changed. Your face was full, and you had something to look forward too as he left the room.

The day for Aizawa had been smooth sailing, having asked to leave at 2pm and being able to, he had been with the students whilst they were training. He could imagine teaching his kids everything to do with this world, he couldn’t wait for his own leave, to spend time with his future babies but also with his loving wife.

The sound of Bakugo shouting was something else he had gotten used to; how could a 16-year-old boy be louder than the babies he had heard on those stupid pregnancy videos you made him watch. You had shown him a woman giving birth and to say it was the weirdest thing he’s ever seen; he’d happily watch stuff go inside of you but the other way round was another issue.

He stood watching over them, they had gotten a lot stronger in the months and the events that had occurred. It was another reason for the secrecy, having to hide your relationship to prevent disaster from happening. He watched the time tick away; another two more hours and he could leave and spend the rest of the trimester with you.

The sound of running caught his ears, he looked up and saw Principle Nezu walking towards him. “Agh Aizawa, we got a call from your wife’s mother.”

He hadn’t checked his phone, but if your mother had been calling it must’ve been something serious, the class had noticed the principle and had gotten quiet even Bakugo who wanted to know why the principle was here.

“Finally, you answered, she’s going into labour.” He heard on the other liner, he was in shock, his phone dropping to the side.

“Sh…She what?” It was early, of course you both knew about early pregnancies but this he had just spoken you a couple hours ago and now here you were about to go into labour.

“In labour, her water broke whilst I came to see her.” He could hear you screaming on the other side, how you must’ve been in pain, he knew you had been dilated a couple days ago but this, this was sooner than he had expected.

Nezu got the hint that something had happened and so had the class, a flash of worry across Aizawa’s face. “We’ll send the students back to the dorms.” He was calm and Aizawa quickly rushed out of the gym, leaving nothing else to say. He needed to make it to the hospital as quick as he could, in an instant he called your mother.

“Is she okay?” He had ran outside going to his car to quickly rush to the hospital.

He heard screaming which he assumed was you, “she’s grouchy…”

Before he could hear the rest of what your mother said, he heard you shout, “if that’s my idiot of a husband tell him to get to the fucking hospital.” It was a wail and he regretted not taking the day off.

“Y/n.” Her mother scowled, “we’re at the hospital, I’ll text you the room.�� Is all her mother said before hanging up. Aizawa was stressed to say the least but what he hadn’t seen through the chaos was class 1A following him.

The class had seen the worry and panic before he jolted out of the room, “you all are dismissed for the day.” Nezu spoke before leaving.

“What do you think happened?” Momo questioned worried.

“He seemed in a hurry; it was probably something important.” Kirishima retorted back.

The class watched him on the phone the question of ‘is she okay?’ being heard. “Who do you think he’s talking about?” Mina asked.

“Why do you lot care so much?” Bakugo angrily said pissed that training had been cut early.

“He’s our teacher, what if something bad happened Kacchan.” Midoriya answered but it just fuelled Bakugo’s anger.

“We should follow him.” Denki suggested. “It might be serious and if people need help, we can help.”

They nodded, all assuming it had something to do with hero work, seeing Aizawa in his car, they started to follow him on foot, “we should’ve taken one of the buses.” Bakugo scowled following.

“We cant drive.” Kirishima muttered back.

Bakugo huffed following them all on the long walk, it was easy enough to keep following due to the mass traffic occurring. Aizawa having got the room number, he didn’t care for his surroundings, his eyes fixated on the road.

He finally saw the sign for the hospital and breathed out hoping you hadn’t gotten into labour yet. “Why is he at a hospital?” Ururaka questioned, “do you think someone got hurt?”

“Maybe we should go back.” Momo said not wanting to intrude on something that could have no villainous intent.

“Shut up extra’s, we’re already here.” Bakugo muttered walking to the entrance, they all followed the angry boy who glared at the children coming out of that ward.

“When did you care about the injured?” Kirishima questioned the blond.

“I don’t, you dragged me with you so now we’re staying.” For one thing the boy was persistent.

Across the hospital, Aizawa had ran to the room and saw your eyes filled with fury, your mother holding your hand as he could see how much pain you were in. “Look what the cat dragged in.” You scowled in pain.

“You can take over now.” Is all her mother said, going outside and waiting. He took her place and in an instance your hands had grabbed his.

“You must be the husband, I’ll be helping your wife, can you wear these?” The doctor spoke passing the blue overall type to keep his clothes covered, Aizawa obliged still holding your hand. “Mrs Aizawa you’re about 9cm dilated once you get to 10cm I’m going to tell you to push, okay?”

You were breathless and felt dreary, it would’ve been fine if it wasn’t for the fact you were having twins. You knew you’d go through even more pain then normal and in that moment felt scared.

“Hey kitten, look at me, you’ll do amazing.” Aizawa tried to be encouraging but even he was scared for all three of you.

“It hurts.” You tried to hide the tears, but it mixed in with the sweat.

“I know kitten, but you can grab onto me as hard as you want.” He smiles moving the strands of hair away from your sweaty forehead.

“10cm’s.” One of the nurses spoke out, the doctor nodded before looking at the angry you and calm husband.

“Mrs Aizawa you need to start pushing.” The pain was excruciating, you tried to push your grip on Aizawa’s hands becoming tighter. It was the worst pain you’d gone through and you’d been stabbed before.

Aizawa gave words of encouragement but all you wanted to do was tell him to shut up, tears cascaded down your face whilst pushing. “I see a head.” The doctor spoke, “keep pushing.”

You pushed a long with what the nurses had told you, in time to make sure you weren’t just randomly pushing. Aizawa was the first to see it, first to see the baby come out, it was quiet before wailing out loud, it was his turn to cry. The baby being placed on your chest before the doctor continued, “one more push, let’s get the other one out.”

You felt the first baby on your ski grabbing your neck as you kept on pushing, “I don’t want too.” You cried out but seeing Aizawa and how he looked at the baby on your chest you knew you needed too.

“Come on kitten, one more push.” He spoke a loud, you suppresses the tears before feeling another hard push come and the head of another baby erupt out of you. The doctor but the second baby on your chest, both their crying having stopped.

They stayed on you, you let go of Aizawas hand as the doctor told him he could cut the umbilical cord, he happily obliged before looking at the two babies that you both had created. They were smaller then normal and there eyes were tightly shut clinging onto their new mother.

“We need to weigh and clean them.” The doctor spoke as two nurses took the babies ready to put tags on them, the oldest had been a boy and the youngest a girl. You missed there touch and hold wanting to hold them again but watching them being taken out.

“We did it.” You spoke sleepily as you felt yourself being cleaned up and ready to be moved into another room.

“Yeah, we did.” Aizawa spoke going in to kiss your temple, “we’re parents.”

Tears brimmed his eyes; this normal dry flat facial features had become happier and all he could think about was how you looked with his two children. How he had gotten a family that he had never expected to have had.

Being moved to a different room, Aizawa followed sitting on the chair beside you. You saw the two babies come back to you both, in an instance they were placed back into your arms. “You can hold them?”

You had seen Aizawa’s hesitance to even touch the babies, but he knew how to do it and with ease they both were situated in his arms. You could hear your mother outside, she seemed to be talking to some people, but you ignored it watching at how Aizawa’s eyes welled up at the two babies.

“Where are my grandchildren?” Your mother spoke a loud before having heart eyes at how Aizawa was holding your babies.

“Mum, please be quieter.”

“Hey, I had to handle your screams, let me be happy, they look adorable with their father.” She spoke moving to the bed.

“They really do.” You both watched him look at the two children, a tear falling from his face.

Your mother turned back to you and she smiled at you, “I’m proud of you.” You give a nod holding her hand before she speaks, “have you two got any na…”

Before she could continue you hear the door open with the doctor coming in, “it seems you two have more visitors.”

You were both confused on the matter, nobody really knew you had gone into pregnancy except your parents and his and your father was still at work whilst his parents were out of town. It was unexpected but your eyes widen when you see the group of 16-year olds.

“They were wondering around the hospital.” The doctor speaks, Aizawa hadn’t noticed his students, but you and your mother had.

The kids were in shock at seeing a pro hero in a hospital bed but there eyes went to Aizawa’s he had been looking at his babies, unaware of his surroundings.

Nobody spoke instead just watching Aizawa interact with the two new-born babies, a smile placed on his normal flat self. “Did he steal two babies?” You hear one of them whisper, you instantly begin to speak after that.

“Shouta.” You whisper.

“Yeah.” He was so out of dazed but once he turns to face them all, he’s in shock as well.

“I’ll leave you to handle this.” Your mother leaves not wanting to have to explain this scenario.

Aizawa was still in shock, you reach out for one of the babies, he passes you the youngest, who starts to grab at your fingers. He sits holding the boy, before the class start cascading you both in questions.

“Are they yours?”, “How do you know Pro Hero Y/n?”, “Who is she to you?”

Aizawa looks at them and then at his family, you nod a sign that he could tell them everything, “This is my wife, and these are our new kids.”

It was a simple but effective, the class in shock that there homeroom teacher who seemed to be detached had you the loving pro hero as a wife, but even more now had two kids.

“Congratulations.” They all spoke a loud. It was rehearsed and you could tell that it all came out due to shock.

“What are you doing here anyway, I thought we said go back to the dorms.” Aizawa scowled.

“Baby, it’s fine, it’s good they found out anyway, since you wont be teaching them for a bit.” You calmed the man down.

He shakes his head at how easily you calmed him down, “you’re an amazing pro hero.” Midoriya spoke a loud, you thanked him before they didn’t know what else to say.

“I’ll go call Nezu, he can get you back to UA.” Aizawa muttered handing you the other child as he left the room.

“You married Aizawa.” Mina spoke a loud everybody looked at her, “what? We were all thinking it?”

You laugh looking at them all, “yes I did.”

“And you slept with him.” Mina continued with ever more eyes growing wider.

You continued to laugh, “that is how I got pregnant.”

“What are their names?” Ururaka asked coming towards the two kids.

You sat upright, letting them have a closer look, they all came forward even Bakugo who saw children as devils spawn. They were fresh out and anew, so pure and innocent as they tugged onto your hair.

“We haven’t decided yet.” You said looking at the two kids, you notice Aizawa at the door looking at the class as they surrounded you and the babies. The way they were quieter than they had ever been around two new-borns, they spent time asking questions and looking at the two babies. Before being dragged back to UA, all smiling happily at having spent the afternoon with two new-borns.

“They look like you.” You mutter sleepily, the two babies being put to sleep on the other sides of the room. “We made them.”

“I love you.” He whispers kissing you softly, you kiss back, happily at the new family you had and Aizawa finally realised what his happiness was. You and your two babies were all he ever needed now.

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[ichor-and-symbiosis]

Masterlist. (updated 8/13/20)

Shigaraki Tomura

- Smile For Me. (NSFWish) || You always did love his smile.

- Mine. (NSFW) || You let your jealousy get the better of you, and what better way to stake your claim on your leader than to pleasure him at his own throne?

- Piggyback Ride. (NSFWish) || Tomura is injured, and you convince him to let you give him a piggyback ride.

- Shameless. (NSFW) || Tomura steals your underwear for some private fun.

- Betray. (SFW) || AfO attempts to turn Tomura against you.

- Panic. (SFW) || Tomura calms you down from a panic attack.

- Hero. (SFW) || Tomura plays with his young daughter.

- Anata. (NSFW) || Tomura comes home to you dressed in an apron and heels.

- Distraction. (NSFW) || Tomura has better things to do than to attend a meeting with the PLF. Namely, he’s too busy doing you.

- Meeting. (NSFW) || Tomura makes you go to a meeting without underwear.

- Rest. (NSFWish) || You take care of Tomura after his injuries from Deika flare up.

- Destroy. (SFW) || Tomura murders your abusive ex-lover.

- Interruption. (NSFWish) || AFO summons Tomura when he is being intimate with you.

- Duty. (NSFW) || You help Tomura relieve some tension.

- Date. (SFW) || Tomura accidentally stands you up.

- Good Boy. (NSFW) || Tomura finds you in a state of undress while you sleep.

- New Year. (SFW) || You visit Tomura on New Years while he undergoes Ujiko’s treatment.

- Celebrate. (NSFW) || You want to spend Christmas with Tomura for the first time.

- Disintegrate. (NSFW) || Tomura cannot come to terms with his vision for the future and your willpower to keep him alive.

- Cat and Mouse. (NSFWish) || The tension between your heroic duty and lust cause you to slip up when you fight Tomura.

- Miscommunication. (NSFW; Tomura x Reader, not Hawks x Reader) || Hawks stumbles upon some indecent doodles on important documents during a PLF meeting. 

- Only You. (SFW) || Tomura does not understand why you only let him touch you. 

- Breakfast Blues. (NSFWish) || Why were you so upset that Tomura refused to have breakfast with you? 

- Truth. (NSFW) || As Izuku’s older sister, you could never have imagined that the man you are dating was a villain.

Omegaverse

- All I Wanted. (NSFW) || Tomura has finally gone into heat. As his alpha mate, you can only hold out for so long before the temptation to have him breed you becomes too much to bear.

Moth!Tomura

- All For Us. (Part 1) (NSFW) || Moth!Tomura prepares for mating.

- Touch. (SFW) || Moth!Tomura attempts to get used to human touch.

Incubus!Tomura

- Subject of Sin. (NSFW) Part 1 | Part 2 || Your innocent forays into temptation and sin catch the attention of a demon.

Stepsibling AU

- Lesson. (NSFW) || Tomura makes you sit in his lap while he plays his games.

- No Return. (NSFW) || Tomura asks if he can just slip the tip in.

- Not Yours. (NSFW) || As AFO's daughter, you have been promised to another man. You ask Tomura to break you in so you are prepared for your future lover.

- Shower Shenanigans. (NSFW) || You take a shower with your stepbrothers Tomura and Natsuo.

- Kotatsu Table. (NSFW) || Tomura punishes you for ignoring him. 

Shirakumo Oboro

- Breath. (NSFW) || Breathplay with Shirakumo.

- Keep Quiet. (NSFW) || Shirakumo fingers you while Aizawa and Yamada are sleeping nearby.

- Teach Me. (NSFW) || You ask Shirakumo to show you how to give a blowjob.

- No Below. (NSFW) || Sunbathing with Shirakumo on his clouds.

- Confession. (NSFWish) || Shirakumo decides he will finally confess his feelings to you after being friends with benefits for a while.

Kurogiri

- Afterimage. (SFW) || Kurogiri allows you to use touch to perceive his appearance.

Shirakumo / Reader / Aizawa 

- Teach Him. (NSFW) || Shirakumo shows Aizawa how to pleasure you.

- Rooftop. (NSFW) || You join Shirakumo in his schemes to fluster Aizawa. 

Aizawa Shouta

- Past and Future. Part 1. / Part 2. || You and Aizawa come face to face with Kurogiri. He was your lover as Shirakumo, and Aizawa’s best friend.

Shinsou Hitoshi

- Heartbeat. (NSFW) || You ask Shinsou to use his quirk on you for the first time, and he wants to make sure you are comfortable.

Todoroki Shouto

- Mornings. (SFW) || You share a lazy morning with Shouto.

Dabi

- Hot and Cold. (SFW) || You seek out Dabi for body heat whiles uffering from the effects of your ice quirk.

AFO

- Punishment. (NSFW) || You try to please AFO, but he is not satisfied by your efforts.

Bubaigawara Jin

- Aftercare. (NSFW) || Lazy morning with Twice.

- Smoke. (SFW) || You are enticed by Twice’s vice.

Shigaraki Tomura

- General Tomura/Reader headcanons: (SFW) x || x || x|| x  

- Tomura gets drunk: (NSFWish) x

- Papa Tomura: (SFW) x || x || x

- Tomura/Reader first time: (NSFW) x

- Tomura spoils his lover: (SFW) x

- Tomura/Reader marriage: (SFW) x

- Tomura’s kinks: (NSFW) x

- Reaction to Reader being close to their family: (SFW) x

- Reader wanting to break up: (SFW) x

- Hero s/o: (SFW) x

- Tenko Shimura: (SFW) x 

- Tenko and hero s/o: (SFW) x || x

- What a relationship with Tenko would be like: (SFW) x || x || x  

- Tomura’s reaction to Reader befriending LoV: (SFW) x

- Biting kink: (NSFW) x

- Cuddling with Tomura: (SFW) x

- Tomura apologizes after fight with Reader: (SFW) x

- Nicknames: (SFW) x

- AfO’s approval of Reader: (SFW) x

- What Tomura looks for in a partner || His turn-offs: (SFW) x

- Tomura and dogs scenarios: (SFW) x || x || x

- Possessive and/or jealous s/o: (SFW) x

- Tomura’s s/o gets Hanahaki disease: (SFW) x

- What would make Tomura break up with s/o: (NSFW) x

- Tomura handling being broken up with: (NSFW) x

- If s/o wants to keep relationship secret: (SFW) x

- Tomura’s s/o immune to his quirk: (NSFWish) x

- Clingy long-distance texting/facetiming: (NSFW) x

- Makeup sex: (NSFW) x

- Tomura leaves s/o with child and passes away: (NSFWish) x || x

- Tomura’s favorite positions: (NSFW) x

- Tomura having an egirl lover: (NSFW) x

- Tomura and Spinner poly relationship with f!reader: (NSFW) x || (SFW) x

- Tomura with a shy s/o: (SFW) x || x

- Tomura’s reaction to s/o thirsting for his creepy behavior: (NSFW) x

- Tomura vs Tenko as fathers and husbands: (SFW) x

- Leaving Chisaki for Tomura: (NSFWish) x

- Tomura gifted a wife by AfO: (NSFW) x

- AfO teaching Tomura how to pleasure his lover: (NSFW) x

- Tomura fingering s/o at the bar: (NSFW) x

- Tomura’ fingering s/o at the bar’s love language: (SFW) x

- Touch starved Tomura: (SFW) x

- Tomura missing your affection after a fight: (NSFW) x

- Tomura letting his s/o be independent: (SFW) x

- Tomura stealing his s/o’s stuff: (NSFW) x

- Tomura jerking off while you make out with him: (NSFW) x

- Fluff alphabet: (NSFWish) x

- Touch-starved s/o: (SFW) x

- Female Tomura with f!s/o: (NSFW) x | x

- Pillow princess s/o: (NSFW) x

- Cuddling with Tomura: (SFW) x

- Tomura plays hard to get: (NSFW) x

- Prepping for anal: (NSFW) x

- Tomura reacts to s/o that wants to kill Ujiko: (SFW) x

- Tomura and the concept of love: (SFW) x

- Tomura being a clingy lover: (SFW) x

- Tomura having the flu: (SFW) x

- Tomura sleeping with s/o: (SFW) x

- What Tomura's kisses are like and how he proposes to s/o: (SFW) x

- Tomura and jealousy, mornings with Tomura, and what gets him excited: (SFW) x

- Coming to Tomura for support: (SFW) x

- Tomura and aftercare: (SFW) x

- Hero confesses to Tomura mid-battle: (SFW) x

- Civilian lover: (SFW) x 

- How Tomura would react to ending up in our world and falling for you: (SFW) x 

Moth!Tomura

- Meeting Moth!Tomura and falling for each other headcanons: (NSFW) x

- Taking care of pregnant s/o headcanons: (NSFW) x

- Moth children headcanons: (SFW) x

- Another mothman invading your nest when Tomura is gone: (SFW) x

Stepsibling AU

- General headcanons: (NSFW) x

- Kotatsu table shenanigans: (NSFW) x || x

- Corrupting his stepsister’s innocent room: (NSFW) x

- Jealousy: (NSFW) x

Shirakumo Oboro

- Shirakumo relationship headcanons: (SFWish) x || x || x || x 

- Shirakumo and Kurogiri during their bachelor party: (SFW) x

- Shirakumo’s kinks: (NSFW) x

- Shirakumo as a lover: (SFW) x

- Shirakumo general headcanons: (SFW) x || x 

- Shirakumo wanting a family: (SFW) x

- Shirakumo courting his s/o: (SFW) x

- Shirakumo and Tomura listen to you sing Deepthroat by Cupcakke: (NSFW) x

- Shirakumo catches you alone in your room singing/being naughty: (NSFW) x

- Being Shirakumo’s friend with benefits: (SFW) x 

- Villain!Shirakumo headcanons: (SFW) x 

Kurogiri

- Kurogiri using portal power on f!reader when she is at work: (NSFW) x

- Kurogiri’s reaction to Tomura’s s/o: (SFW) x

- Kurogiri with an s/o that underwent the same nomu treatment as him and they were past lovers: (SFW) x

- AFO’s dutiful wife ends up with Kurogiri after Kamino Arc: (NSFW) x

- Reformed!Kurogiri needing reassurance: (SFW) x

- Several nsfw scenarios: (NSFW) x 

Shirakumo / Reader / Aizawa

- Threeway with Shirakumo and Aizawa: (NSFW) x

- Aizawa catches you and Shirakumo fooling around without his permission: (NSFW) x

- Shirakumo and Aizawa threesome scenario: (NSFW) x

- Reformed!Kurogiri and Aizawa poly relationship headcanons: (SFW) x

- Relationship with Aizawa dissolves after Shirakumo’s death: (SFW) x 

- Morning cuddles: x 

Aizawa Shouta

- Aizawa and surprise head: (NSFW) x

- Camping trip with Aizawa: (SFW) x

- Yandere Aizawa: (NSFW) x

- Aizawa with a sensei kink: (NSFW) x

- Aizawa losing his virginity: (NSFW) x

Bakugo Katsuki

- Bakugo proposes to s/o: (SFW) x

- Mornings with Bakugo: (NSFW) x

- Bakugo as a father: (SFW) x

Todoroki Shouto

- What Shoto looks for in a lover: (SFW) x

Todoroki Natsuo

- Natsuo in love with his stepsister: (NSFW) x || x

Dabi

- Dabi taking his s/o to bars: (NSFW) x

- Dabi having twins: (SFW) x

- Dabi and vulnerability: (SFW) x

- Dabi and bathtime: (SFW) x

- Dabi and high sex: (NSFW) x

- Dabi and soft sex: (NSFW) x

- Dabi with a shy s/o: (SFW) x

- Dabi imagining future with s/o and nicknames: (SFW) x

- Dabi and Hawks sharing s/o: (NSFW) x

Toshinori Yagi

- Toshinori's kinks: (NSFW) x

Mirio Togata

- Yandere Mirio: (NSFW) x

Shinsou Hitoshi

- Shinsou scenario where you train together under Aizawa: (SFW) x

- Shinsou fluff alphabet: (SFW) x

- Shinsou NSFW alphabet: (NSFW) x

LOV 

- LoV reactions to getting a hug: (SFW) x

- LoV pocky game: (SFW) x

Nomu

- Nomu having its way with you: (NSFW) x

Giran

- Giran as a lover: (SFW) x

Bubaigawara Jin

- Twice general headcanons: (NSFW) x || x

- Twice and his kids: (SFW) x

- Twice wanting kids: (SFW) x

- Twice recieving neck kisses: (SFW) x

- Twice waking you up with oral: (NSFW) x

- Twice taking a civilian hostage: (SFW) x

- Twice with a hero s/o who dates his unmasked self: (SFW) x

- Twice caring for depressed s/o: (SFW) x

- Twice and cockwarming: (NSFW) x

- Twice with his s/o and her clones: (NSFW) x

- Twice and his s/o having a lazy day: (NSFWish) x

- Twice being a voyeur and you being an exhibitionist neighbor au: (NSFW) x

- Twice nursing on pregnant s/o: (NSFW) x

- Yandere Twice: (NSFW) x

- Twice as a househusband: (SFW) x

- Twice missing his lover: (SFW) x

- Passing away with Twice: (SFW) x

- Twice with a plus-sized lover: (SFW) x

- Twice spanking his s/o: (NSFW) x

MISC. and polyamory

- Tamaki and Hawks headcanons: (NSFW) x

- Smoking weed with All Might, Endeavor, Hawks, Aizawa, and Fatgum: (NSFW) x

- Poly relationship with Shirakumo, Yamada, Kayama, and Aizawa: (NSFW) x

- Poly s/o with Twice, Dabi, and Tomura : (NSFW) x

- Poly s/o with Twice and Kurogiri: (SFW) x

- Tomura and Dabi toxic traits in a relationship: (SFW) x

-Twice, Dabi, and Tomura saying I love you for the first time: (SFW) x

-Tomura, AFO, Twice, Dabi, and Kurogiri oral headcanons: (NSFW) x

-Tomura, Twice, Dabi, and Kurogiri love language: (SFW) x

-Tomura's, Dabi's, and Overhaul's reaction to s/o with amnesia: (SFW) x

#shigaraki x reader #shirakumo x reader #aizawa x reader #dabi x reader #twice x reader #todoroki x reader #man idk i'm too tired to tag all the ships #masterlist #i changed the layout #enjoy #not coming back yet just figured i needed to update this list before i leave

[theamberwriter]

Bouncing Baby [4]: Sick Day

Read the Series! [1] [2] [3]

Pairing: Shota Aizawa x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 5,613

A/N: Wow, hi guys! It's been a minute! I hope that you all like this next part! I'm so excited it's finally done after all this time. Hopefully you all still want to read it! This was a lot of fun to write. I hope you all enjoy!! Also, I hate editing on Tumblr Mobile, lol

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You knew as soon as you woke up that morning, there was no way you were going to work. Your head was packed, your ears were stuffy and ringing, and your throat felt like sandpaper. You could barely open your eyes to shut off your alarm. You coughed, nearly puking as phlegm came up with it. You spit in the trash can next to your bed.

"Shota," you whined rolling over, and accidentally smacking him in the face with your hand. He grunted.

"You're not going to work today, are you?" he muttered, eyes still close. 

"Are you crazy?" You coughed and spit in the can again. "You know my quirk copies my physical state on other people. If I try to heal anyone, they'll all leave the office feeling like this."

"I figured as much, that's why I asked." 

Shota grabbed you, pulling your back to his front. You were worried about him getting sick. But you didn't protest the cuddles. They made you feel a lot better. You wished the two of you could lay there all day.

"I'll take Kohaku to work with me," Shota said as the third alarm rang. Reluctantly he sat up, placing his feet on the floor.

You rolled to face him, mostly asleep. Your head swam. "You don't have to. She's a handful."

"She'll be fine, nothing I can't handle."

"But your class - after everything that's happened...They still have so much left to learn. That's why I've been keeping her with me."

"Exactly, if they can't handle a child after this - there's no hope for them," your husband chuckled. You wanted to protest more. But your mind was getting dragged down into slumber.

You didn't hear them leave. Only waking to an empty house. For the first time in years, you were alone. No husband, no baby - it was unbearably quiet. But it was nice and serene. If only you didn't have a cold.

You glanced at the clock on the stove. Shota was three hours into work. You wondered how he and his class were faring. Little did you know, Kohaku would soon give them a run for their money.

Nobody had really questioned when Shota Aizawa walked through the halls with a baby that morning. A bag in his wife's favorite color was hung from his shoulder, and a black haired baby who was the spitting image of him on his hip. She was fast asleep against his shoulder. 

By that time in the school year, everybody knew he was married to one of the school's nurses and that the baby was theirs. The secret he'd been trying to keep, leaking out after only two weeks. All due to an incident where she phased through the walls, giving everyone a fright. 

It had been a regular occurrence after that that he'd watch the child in the classroom. Giving his wife a break to focus on her duties. So his class didn't much question the child either. Even though it'd been four months since they saw her last. The baby had grown much in that time.

Shota put his sleeping daughter in her playpen, then stood in front of his class. On his way to work, he'd thought of something fun. Something to give him a story to tell his sick wife to cheer her up when he got home. Maybe he'd even send her a video while the chaos ensued.

"Your morning classes will proceed as usual," he said. "However, your training later today will be different than normal."

Shota didn't answer any of his students questions. They would all just have to wait and see.

Their classes went by, lunch came and went. So far, Kohaku had been tame. He only had to erase her quirk a few times. Which she grew irritated at quickly. But she calmed down after All Might sat with her for an hour.

Kahaku napped after his visit. Shota right alongside her. He was glad she decided to sleep during the lunch period. He knew she was at her worst after nap time. But he wasn't concerned about it today. Today, her unruliness wasn't his problem. In fact, it worked great with his plan. It wouldn't have been as fun if she fell asleep in the middle of it.

Shota escorted his class to their training facilities once they all had changed. Kohaku was just beginning to wake up due to all the noise. She was still slumped against her father's shoulder. 

"Mr. Aizawa, what are we doing today?" Iida asked. "Is it some sort of special training?"

Shota smirked to himself. "Something like that. Today - you'll be taking care of my daughter."

There was a loud, collective WHAT?!

"We're not damn babysitters!" Bakugo growled.

"Don't curse around the girl, Bakugo!" Iida scolded.

Uraraka stepped forward. "She's only a baby, it shouldn't be too hard. Right?"

"Kohaku is very special. And not just to me and her mom. Kohaku is a year and seven months. However, as you may know, she already has her quirk," Aizawa explained. There were murmurs of oh yeah and shit, that's right. "My daughter can change the material her entire body structure is made of. Most likely to an atomic level. But, since she's only a baby, what she becomes and what she decides to do are totally unpredictable. 

"Your task is to watch her until the end of the day. I won't be erasing her quirk. Time out will only be called if Kohaku falls asleep or needs her diaper changed. If she's still in the facility at the end of the day, you've successfully completed the exercise. But if she gets out, even once, then I'm going to make you sit through sex education classes with Midnight for a week."

There was a collective shutter, aside from Mineta. He was way too into it. Nose bleed and all. Everyone else one could see them sifting through worst case scenarios. Shota knew Nemuri would be only too excited to show his class the ropes if BDSM. Quite literally.

Shota moved Kohaku's hair from her eyes. Checking if she'd gone back to sleep. But Kohaku leaned up, yawning as she rubbed her face. She grinned up at her father, then turned to look at everyone else. She leaned shyly back against his shoulder. There were a few aawwwws.

"You're playing shy now?" Shota chuckled. "You know them. They're going to play with you today. Would you like that? - I've brought a bag of her toys with us. Everybody take one. The first person she goes to gets to sit out a day of lessons if the class manages to fail. If the class succeeds, that person gets extra credit towards any class they're currently lacking in."

His whole class clambered for the bag. Pulling out cute little bunnies, and plastic rings, and soft books that crinkled when they moved. Bakugo was unlucky enough to get a teether that looked like a bowl of ramen that she'd recently chewed on. He turned white when her spit coated his hand. He seemed about ready to destroy it.

"I would like to note," Shota added. "That if any of the toys are ruined by a student, it's an automatic failure for the entire group."

Everybody turned to Bakugo. He glared them down, snapping an insult. Shota sat on the floor, and a few people followed. He put Kohaku on his knee, turning her towards the class. She seemed mesmerized by her selection of toys. 

"Do we have any questions before we start?" 

Iida's hand shot into the air. "Mr. Aizawa, could you please tell us what materials your daughter can turn herself into?"

Aizawa nodded. "I was wondering if any of you were going to ask. Lucky Iida did, so that you all can be warned. - So far, Kohaku has done four things. One, she can become a rubber-like substance. If she falls or jumps off something, she'll bounce. After each subsequent one, she will become faster indefinitely until she hits something she can't bounce off of.

"Two, she can become heavy metal. When this happens, Kohaku can't be picked up or knocked over. This is often how she pushes over her playpen. However, the metal is soft and scratches easily. Which means that, when she deactivates, she'll have cuts in her skin. Third, she can turn her skin into a diamond material. Unlike with the metal, she can't be hurt in this state. But she is light and can be moved. Finally, Kohaku has figured out how to make her matter permeable. You all have met Mirio, of the Big Three. It seems to be similar to his quirk.

"She may be a child. But children are unpredictable, and Kohaku is particularly rambunctious once she warms up to you. If you all can handle villains, I see no reason why you should have any trouble with my daughter. Does anyone else have anything to ask?"

When the class remained silent, Shota nodded. He bounced Kohaku on his knee for a moment while he spoke to her.

“Okay, Kohaku,” Shota started. “Which toy would you like to play with?”

He stood her on her feet, making sure she was balanced. She sucked on her thumb as she slowly started to wobble towards the class. Some began to shake rattles at her or crinkle books. A few started making the noise to call cats. Shota rolled his eyes, you couldn’t pspspspspsss at a baby.

Finally, she wandered over to Todoroki. He’d been sitting quietly, watching her. His eyes grew wide as she crawled in his lap, reaching for the rabbit in his hand. Todoroki froze as she pulled herself up to stand on his thigh. She held the rabbit closely, while gripping on to his shoulder for balance. Shota made sure to get a photo on his phone of Todoroki’s terrified face.

“Are you okay, Todoroki?” Asui asked. 

The corners of his mouth pulled down as he lifted up Kohaku and held her in front of him. She gurgled happily, jingling the chime in the rabbit.

“You scared of a stupid baby, Half and Half?” Bakugo snapped. He came over and took Kohaku from Todoroki’s hands, causing her to lose her grip on the rabbit. For once, Shota was glad when Kohaku started to cry. This was the beginning of the end.

Kohaku quickly turned herself into heavy metal. Bakugo cursed, trying to keep a grip on her. But she ultimately slammed to the ground. Kohaku gurgled happily, though Bakugo glared. She’d narrowly missed crushing his foot.

Shota watched on, laughing to himself, as Kohaku began to phrase through the large training terrain in the middle of the room. Students followed, leaping up into them. Trying to figure out where she might be in the structure. 

“There!” Kirishima called from the other side. 

Everyone followed, disappearing quickly, and Shota went to get a higher vantage point. Kirishima dove for Kohaku, but she went right through his fingers. He looked at his hands in disbelief, then watched as she teetered away. A few people tried to grab her, but she went through all of them.

“Oh, c’mon!” Kaminari whined. “She’s going to get out!”

“She’s not a dog, sweetie,” Ashido said, rolling her eyes.

“She’s still heading for the wall! Which means -” Kaminari paled, so did Ashido when she remembered what Kohaku’s escape meant.

“Todoroki,” Asui asked. “Where’s that rabbit you had?!”

Todoroki glanced over his shoulder. “I put it back in the bag.”

“That’s okay, I think I can replicate it.” Yaoyorozu flicked quickly through her book, then focused. Not long after a semi-perfect replication of Kohaku’s rabbit sat in her hands. She shook it, and the chime inside jingled. Kohaku stopped in her tracks, one hand held up to the wall. 

Kohaku searched for the sound, sputtering happily as she found the rabbit. She waddled over to Yaoyarozu , hands extending as far as her little arms could reach. Yaoyarozu picked her up, jingling the rabbit again. Kohaku seemed happy as long as made noise.

"That was way too close!" groaned Uraraka, slumping to the ground.

"I guess we gotta keep her entertained," Kirishima noted. "But how? Yaoyarozu can't keep making toys."

Aoyama butted in then, radiating sparkles. He grinned at Kohaku. "Allow moi to try. Prepare to be amazed, mon petit!"

However, Kohaku wasn't the least bit impressed by his belly laser. Even when he tried to make it flashy, like fireworks. Shota knew that'd never work on her. He chuckled at the display, taking a picture.

"She's just as mean as Mr. Aizawa," Aoyama whined. He curled into a ball, tears slipping out. The whole class groaned. 

Uraraka was next to try. She held out her arms, which Kohaku reluctantly went into. It took Yaoyarozu giving Kohaku the rabbit to hold.

"You wanna go for a ride?!" Uraraka grinned then activated her quirk. It was a moment before Kohaku could process what was happening. But when she realized she was floating high above the others she began to cry.

"Uraraka! Put her down!!" Ojiro yelled.

Uraraka panicked, flailing for a moment. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!!"

When Uraraka released her, Kohaku fell right into Shoji's arms. Which she did not like very much. Kohaku wailed loudly, clearly not a fan of the multi-limbed hero. Mineta panicked and began trying to juggle some of his balls.

Ashido marched over, swiftly taking Kohaku. "Gimme her, you guys don't know anything about babies! It's okay, sweetie, Auntie Mina is here to save you from these idiots."

She sat down, Kohaku in her lap. Then started making faces at her. Kohaku's crying eased, and there was a moment of relief as she began to giggle. Though even that was short lived. Ashido decided to take Kohaku on a surf around the room. Only to have her goop splash and melt down Kohaku's newly made rabbit. That led to another bout of crying.

"And who were you just calling idiots?" Kaminari asked snidely.

Ashido whined. "Shut up, Denki! It was an accident! Here! - Tsu, you take her!"

"Me?" she asked, pointing to herself. But Kohaku was already in her arms. The two stared at each other. "You can definitely tell she's Mr. Aizawa's daughter."

Kohaku laughed as Asui's tongue hung out of her mouth. She reached for it, tugging, and catching poor Asui off guard. Kohaku stretched and pulled her tongue, gurgling in glee.

"Do you want me to take her, Tsu?" Midoriya offered. Kohaku has been playing with her tongue for five minutes at that point. Anyone could tell how uncomfortable she was.

Asui nodded. "Thanks."

"C'mere, little Kohaku," he cooed, trying to pull Kohaku off. She didn't want to let go. No matter how much he tugged and pulled. Asui even tried to retract her tongue.

Aizawa snapped a picture of the tongue of war.

Finally, Kohaku let go. But so did Midoriya. Everyone watched in horror as the baby went flying.

"What the hell, Deku, you dunce?!" Bakugo growled. 

Kohaku smooshed against the wall, then sprang back, careening towards the floor. She began to laugh and sprang off the floor as Sero and Kaminari hit heads trying to catch her.

"That's right!" Iida announced. "Mr. Aizawa said she can turn into rubber and bounce. - But she'll get exponentially faster. We have to catch her before she becomes too fast to see." 

"We better do it soon, look!" The sleeve of Hagakure's uniform pointed up at the training terrain. Kohaku was bouncing off one level then the other. Shota dodged expertly as she passed him, she was nothing but a blur.

A few went to catch her, but she even escaped Iida's swiftness. Soon there was nothing but ominous bouncing and maniacal giggles echoing. No baby in sight.

"We're too late," Tokoyami shouted. "It's going to be impossible to catch her now."

Jiro kneeled. "Not impossible. Hanta, when I signal -" 

Sero nodded, readying to shoot. Jiro plugged into the floor hearing every place she hit. The floor, the wall, the terrain, the ceiling…

"There!" she shouted, pointing to a space in the air.

Sero shot tape. To everyone's surprise, it wrapped around something. Kohaku appeared, pulling him with her velocity before she sprang back and hit him. Knocking them both to the floor. Kohaku cooed happily from her spot on Sero's chest. He gave a weak smile and a thumbs-up, trying to get the wind back in him. 

Kirishima went and picked her up. He grinned at her. But she seemed unsure of his pointed teeth. "That's an awesome power you got, little dude! Mine's not half as cool." 

He hardened himself up and Kohaku was instantly mesmerised. She turned herself into diamond. Clinking her hands against his hard skin, sputtering out happy gurgles. 

"Really? That's all it took?" Hagakure wondered.

Something strange began to happen the longer Kirishima played with Kohaku. She began to deform her skin. Eventually, it writhed and wriggled. Her whole body trembled. She took partial form once, twice - three times. Kirishima stared in awe as she settled on her final form.

"Oh wow!" He held Kohaku up to face his teacher. "Hey! Mr. Aizawa, look! She has a new ability!"

For the first time in over an hour, Shota joined his students. They all crowded around to what happened. In Kirishima's arms sat a baby that looked to be made of rock. Her skin was hard and rough, even crunchy! It had ridges, similar to Kirishima's when he hardened all the way up. Shota snapped a picture of the pair. 

Kohaku laughed, reaching for her father. Shota was surprised to find she was very dense. Not impossible to hold like the metal baby. But she felt like a small boulder. Very weighty and sturdy.

"Look at you," Shota chuckled, kissing the top of her head. "I'm very proud of you, Kohaku."

Kohaku went back to normal. Shota wrinkled his nose as soon as she did. He held her slightly away from him. Apparently all that effort to change made her soil her diaper. He wasn't the only one that smelled it. A few others were covering their noses. Some even gagging.

"I'm going to change her. I'll be back in a few minutes." Shota took her to a side room with the diaper bag. He decided it was time to give his wife a call.

"Hey," she croaked as the line crackled to life.

"You sound worse than this morning," he noted grimly. "Are you taking care of yourself?"

[Name] coughed. "Of course. I've had three glasses of water today. Plus I've been downing cough drops like candy."

"Drink more. I'll pick you cold medicine on my way home from work."

"I can go get it, you have Kohaku -"

Shota rolled his eyes. "I can handle her all on my own."

"Has she been good today?"

He grinned to himself. "Exceptional. I'm changing her now, so I thought I would call and check in on my lovely wife."

"I can't wait for you guys to get home," [Name] admitted. "It's unnerving how quiet it is. And I haven't been away from Kohaku this long before. I keep thinking I hear her crying."

"You need some rest." Shota frowned. "I'll call you again before we leave. We love you."

[Name] sighed in defeat, much too tired to argue. "I love you both, too. I'll talk to you later."

Shota hung up and finished changing Kohaku. He washed his hands, then took her back to the gym. "Are you ready to continue play time?"

All of his students had a new heir of determination. They'd seen what she could do now. Shota didn't know if they'd come up with a plan, or we're just being over confident.

"You have just over an hour until the end of the day," he announced. "So let's make this interesting."

"Wait - didn't Mina destroy one of her toys?" Midoriya asked. The class paled in realization. "Shouldn't we be out?"

Shota shook his head. "The toy Ashido melted down was made by Yaoyarozu. It wasn't one I brought with us. So you all haven't failed - for now. At the moment, only Todoroki and Kirishima are safe -"

"Why is shitty hair safe?!" Bakugo blazed.

"He helped her realize a new ability. I think that's a feat that deserves to be rewarded."

Kirishima grinned. "Awesome! Thanks, Mr. Aizawa!"

"Which leads me to the next part." This whole, honestly, couldn't have gone any better. This was better than he'd originally planned. "I want to see if anyone else can help Kohaku develop her quirk. As long as she isn't hurt, you can try to encourage her any way you see fit. The offer from earlier still stands. Anyone who succeeds is given extra credit, if you win. And gets to skip Midnight's, most likely elicit, sex education class, should you fail. - Your time begins now."

Shota put Kohaku down. She immediately went to Kirishima and rocked up. He hardened up himself as he picked her up.

"Maybe it isn't manly, but you're just so adorable," he said and gave her a little squeeze. 

"Oi, shitty hair!" Bakugo raged, marching over. "How is anyone else supposed to get a chance if you don't put the brat down?!"

"Insult my daughter again, Bakugo," Shota warned, eyes glowing. "And you'll wish Nemuri's class was the worst thing in your future."

Bakugo huffed. "Yeah, whatever."

"So…." Kirishima chuckled awkwardly. "Who wants to go first?"

"I'll give it a go!" Sato stepped forward, downing a thing of sugar. Kohaku was unimpressed as he powered up and flexed some. He gave up pretty quickly.

"It's okay, you tried your best," Ashido encouraged as he passed her. 

Kaminari stepped up next, flashing electricity in the palm of his hand. Kohaku seemed to enjoy the show, but there was no sense that she was trying to change. 

"Oh, c'mon," Kaminari groaned. "Don't you want to be an electric baby?"

"So she can fry herself and be as dumb as you?" Jiro teased. "I think not."

"Alright then, you give it a go!" Kaminari slunk away dejectedly.

Jiro and Kohaku exchanged a long glance. Then she extended her earphone jacks towards her. However Jiro retracted them immediately as Kohaku reached for them.

"Sorry, Kohaku," she said and jerked thumb behind her. "But you're not doing to me what you did to Tsu."

"You all aren't doing it properly," Iida scolded, stepping forward. "Allow me to demonstrate. Kirishima, put her down."

Kirishima did as he was asked. Kohaku was not very pleased. She went back to normal as she eyed Iida.

"Look here, little one," Iida instructed. He showed off his leg engines, revving them for show. Kohaku tilted her head. 

Iida took a sprint around the room. Then came to a stop in front of her again. Kohaku laughed at that, reaching her arms out. 

Iida shook his head. "Now you try."

Kohaku pouted. Kirishima laughed. "She wants you to pick her. Maybe if you took her on a run with you?"

Iida glanced between his classmate and the baby. Finally, he sighed and picked her up. He tucked her to his chest with one arm, then took off into a sprint. Shota had a feeling her hair was going to be a big knotted mess afterwards.

Kohaku looked slightly green as they came to a stop. Iida put her down, then gave her a small lecture on how his engines work. How she could incorporate them. But, honestly, she was a baby. So of course the whole thing was lost to her.

"You do know that's not how children work, right?" Uraraka asked.

Ashido crouched in front of her, conjuring a whole hand of grey mush. "How about you become a slime baby for Auntie Mina?"

"You sound stupid," Bakugo snapped. "Stop calling yourself that."

Ashido threw the slime at him. "Why don't you shut up?! Nobody asked you!"

It took a few people to cool him down. The sound as his hands began to pop got Kohaku's attention. She crawled right past Ashdio, who was still trying to coax out a slime baby. Kohaku sat staring up at Bakugo, watching as his hands crackled.

"What're you looking at?" he snapped, glaring at her. 

Kohaku stood as the popping stopped, and pulled one of his hands into her own. She looked closely at his palm and then flipped his hand over. She seemed dissatisfied. Kohaku made a soft pa, pa, papa, pa.

Bakugo frowned. "What are you doing?" 

"I think she wants you to use your quirk again," Sero pointed out. Kohaku continued to make the soft pa, papa, pa, pa, paap.

Bakugo sighed. But he did crouch to her height. "I need my hand back to make them pop."

Kohaku seemed to understand and immediately let go. Bakugo took a step away and lit his hands up for her. Kohaku squeezed in glee. She threw her hands up, making louder pa, papa, pa, pa!! She began running around again. Kohaku ran back through the terrain.

"Oh, way to go, Bakugo!" Mineta groaned. "You scared her. Now she's going to get out!"

"Shut it, extra," Bakugo snapped. "I didn't scare her."

"Not with his quirk, anyway," Kaminari snickered quietly. Bakugo turned to him, blazing.

Everyone went back up and over. Kohaku was nowhere in sight.

"Oh no, we lost her!" Ashido exclaimed. "I am not sitting through Miss. Midnight's class with you people!"

"She's not lost!" Midoriya exclaimed. "Look, over there!"

He pointed down by the far wall. Sure enough, Kohaku looked ready to go through it. 

"We won't reach her in time," Todoroki said.

Midoriya launched off. "I got her."

Unfortunately he went right through. Smacking face first into the wall.

"Idiot, Deku!" Bakugo took off after. "I'm not going to fail babysitting because of you!"

He landed, popping his hands again. Kohaku turned to him. She crawled over Midoriya, going to sit and watch the show.

"Wow, Bakugo is surprisingly good with kids," Ashido said, faintly.

Everyone dropped down to sit by Kohaku. There wasn't much time left. They just had to keep her entertained for a little while longer.

"Hey, Todoroki! Why don't you make some snow?!" Hagakure cheered.

Kaminari looked incredibly confused. "What?"

"Do you really think that will work?" Kirishima asked.

Hagakure nodded, even though no one could see it. "Sure, nobody can resist playing in the snow!"

Todoroki touched his hand to the floor. It iced up. Then a large flow started, not quite freezing all the way. Bakugo was not pleased as it crashed over him, dousing his flames. Kohaku's head popped out of the snow. She giggled happily as she looked around.

"What the hell, Half and Half?!" Bakugo yelled, melting the slush around him.

Kohaku crawled through the snow. She started taking chunks in her hand and compressing them. Everyone was a little confused when it congealed into ice. Until Kohaku started to tremble again. She stretched and jellied and shook. Then, finally, took form. This time, she looked to be made of ice. 

Shota snapped another picture. "Maybe we should let her see quirks in use more often."

"Aw, man, that's not fair!" Mineta whined.

"I mean, of course Todoroki would be good at this. He's good at everything." Hagakure shrugged. 

For the first time, Kohaku seemed to notice her. Just a uniform with no body seeming to be attached. Kohaku wandered over to her. She put her hands on where Hagakure's face should be. She was definitely surprised there was something there.

The disturbed look on Kohaku's face faded quickly. She patted Hagakure's face a few more times. Then began to shake again. She flickered a few times.

"This is amazing," Uraraka said in awe. "How do you think she's catching on to quirks so fast?"

"Observation, I suppose," Iida noted. "Look!"

Finally, Kohaku managed to flicker all the way out. Just a t-shirt and pants. She giggled to herself. Hagakure picked her up and hugged her tightly.

"I feel so flattered," she cried.

Bakugo grumbled. "She probably would've picked up my quirk, if you extras hadn't distracted her! Then she'd a real power!"

"No offense, Bakugo. But the last thing Mr. Aizawa and nurse [Name] need is another one of you," Kaminari said.

Bakugo was ready to argue again. A few people scrambled to cool him down. Shota admired the scene as they fought. Kohaku was coming along quite well. Better than he'd expected. He and [Name] had been afraid to let Kohaku around people while using their quirks. But he was starting to see how it's be beneficial to her.

Sure, there were things she'd figured out on her own. But she was very smart for her age. And her abilities with her quirk, the control, the range - it would make her something of a prodigy. He would have just to make sure to lead her down a good path. But not feel like she was being forced to do anything she didn't want to.

Shota wondered if any of the other hero courses would mind the exercise. That way Kohaku could be exposed to more, so she could learn. He'd have to have his wife take her to sit with the class beforehand. So she knew them. Then he'd take on the day of exercise. Just in case her quirk needed erasing.

"Enough of this," Iida yelled, finally. "We've nearly completed the exercise. Just a few more minutes, then you can argue about this outside."

Bakugo huffed. Kohaku became visible again and wriggled out of Hagakure's grasp. She went back to Bakugo. Pa, pa, pa!

"Yeah, pa," he groaned. He lit his hands up. But everyone nearly ran as Kohaku became an inferno. The flames were wild. Blazing and licking at people. She tottered from side to side. Melting the snow Todoroki had created.

As she tried to run off, fire still uncontrollable, Shota thought it was time to step in. He leapt down and joined his students.

"That's enough, Kohaku," he scolded. His eyes glowed and his hair flowed around him. Her flames were immediately doused. She tried to flick them back on a few times. But nothing worked. She wailed as she realized she couldn't do it anymore. "If you can't use your quirk responsibly, then you aren't going to use it at all."

Shota picked Kohaku up. She must've been getting tired from using her quirk, and playing so much the last few hours. She was getting cranky. But Shota knew she'd zonk in the car seat on the way home.

"We're calling it early, Kohaku is tired," Shota said. He wanted to add and so am I, to the end of it but refrained. "I'm proud of how each and every one of you did today. Surprisingly, you all passed. Congratulations. You're better with children than I thought."

"So - no Midnight?!" Ashdio asked excitedly.

Shota shook his head. "No, you saved yourselves. Barely."

"Uh, should someone take Deku to Recovery Girl?" Asui asked, leaning over his slumped form by the wall. "I think he knocked himself out earlier."

"Asui, you and Uraraka take Midoriya to the nurse's office while I finish up here."

Uraraka went and lightened up Midoriya, then her and Asui made their way out the door. 

"Todoroki, Kirishima, Hagakure, Bakugo - you all get extra credit. If you don't need, or want it, you're more than welcome to give it to someone else. Just let me know who."

"I know exactly what I'm using mine for!" Hagakure cheered.

"C'mon, man," Kaminari groaned, tugging at Bakugo's sleeve. "I know you have perfect grades! Give me your credit!"

Bakugo glared. "Get off me!" 

Kirishima awkwardly went up to his teacher. He grinned shyly. "Hey, Mr. Aizawa, if you ever want a babysitter, I'd be more than happy to watch Kohaku. Whenever you need."

"I'm sure she'd like that. I'll keep that in mind," Shota noted. And he would. Kohaku really seemed to like him, and he and his wife hadn't gone on a date in ages.

"Mr. Aizawa, is that all for today's exercise?" Iida asked. "Are we free to go?"

"Yes. But first - I just wanted to say thanks to all of you," Shota started. "You all did well handling her. There doesn't seem to be a scratch on her. She's learned a lot, but still has a long way to go. I know she'll keep today with her, even when she's older." Shota checked the time. They really had made it to the end of the day without an incident. "You're all free to go."

"Hey, Mr. Aizawa," Ashido started as the group left the facility. "Why did you bring Kohaku today?"

"Because even nurses have sick days." 

Kohaku slept on the way home, and while in the store. Shota couldn't wait to get home and tell his wife about his day. The one he'd planned all for her. He was sure she'd cry laughing so hard. It was all worth it if he could cheer her up, even a little bit.

The house was dark and quiet when they got in. He didn't bother flicking on any lights. Just in case it woke up Kohaku. Instead just setting down his things and going to look for his wife. She was curled up in their bed asleep in a mountain of tissues, some DVD rolling credits on her laptop. Shota laughed to himself. 

He moved everything and laid Kohaku down next to her mother. His stories would have to wait. For the time being, it was family nap time. That was truly the perfect ending to the day.

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