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kayentokk · 3 months

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Could you write about aizawa having a younger sister or daughter in his class (or 1-B) and have some sort of angst to/or fluff with them? Thank youu <333

A/N;I have no excuses 😔 I’m so sorry this took me forever 😭. I really love the idea of an older brother Aizawa!! Dad too ofccc so maybe I’ll do a dad version of this later! I did it in like a headcannon style for part of this so hope ya don’t mind. Thank you for this request anon, and I hope you enjoy! 💕

Pairing; (platonic)Brother!Aizawa x Fem!Reader

Contains;age gap between reader and Aizawa is at least 10 years, platonic brother Aizawa, protective Aizawa, angst to fluff, sibling bond, pick your own quirk,

Wc; 1,134

Older-Brother!Aizawa who you used to be super close with growing up. He was your best friend and super caring towards you. But after U.A and becoming a hero he changed.

Older-Brother!Aizawa who became more distant and closed off, despite being the only parental figure in your life. You mom and dad were there, but not there. He was the one who fed you and taught you important core values, he was the one who loved you.

Older-Brother!Aizawa who, in your hopes of getting back close with, you beg to move in with. And promise to be on your best behavior and not bother him at all.

Older-Brother!Aizawa who gives in and moves you in with him.

Older-Brother!Aizawa Who is not as excited as you thought he’d be to know you made it into U.A High. He swallows thickly almost as if holding himself back and then he just gives you a non-enthusiastic ‘good job.’ Maybe it wasn’t good enough for him…

Older-Brother!Aizawa who barely even smiles when you tell him you made it into class 1-A. You were so excited, your brother, the person you admire most was going to be your teacher! But with his reaction, maybe he didn’t want you in his class….

Older-Brother!Aizawa who marks you off on the littlest things and is constantly correcting you. You thought you executed your strategy correctly, you had successfully eliminated the practice robot thingy with minimal damage to yourself and your surroundings. But according to your brother, you had been ‘extremely reckless and over confident.’ You just wanted to show him you could do it, maybe you couldn’t…

Older-Brother!Aizawa who used to be close to you and despite growing apart you never allowed yourself to believe he hated you. Maybe you should have…

Older-Brother!Aizawa who you overhear having a heated conversation with principal Nezu about expelling you.

“Shota, let’s be more reasonable about this-“

“No, you have to, I can’t stand-“

Older-Brother!Aizawa who hates you. You’re absolutely sure of it now. You stand right outside the door absolutely choked up, not even wanting to listen to his explanation about how he can’t stand you.

Older-Brother!Aizawa who hears a choked sob come from outside. He turns towards the noise to see your teary eyes through the slight crack of the mahogany door right before you run away embarrassed. Your own brother didn’t think you were good enough.

Older-Brother!Aizawa who is internally panicking. Why were you crying outside the door? Did you overhear? What did you hear? How much did you hear? Why were you even there? More importantly, where the hell were you running to?

Older-Brother!Aizawa who can’t wallow in questions and self-pity. He has to find you.

Older-Brother!Aizawa who is searching the whole city for you. He’s looked everywhere. Your favorite cafe, all the way across town, that he secretly goes to every morning to get your tea, the library that you always go to when you’re frustrated and need some much needed relaxation, the gym in case you wanted to blow off some steam. Everywhere, he has searched everywhere.

Older-Brother!Aizawa, who, even though has been searching for at least 2 hours in the rain, is not giving up on finding you.

Older-Brother!Aizawa who wanders into a convenience store to buy your favorite snacks for when he finds you, knowing you’ll be hungry since you left right before lunch.

Older-Brother!Aizawa who’s never been more happy to see you at the register digging in your pockets to find some change to buy…onigiri, his favorite?

Older-Brother!Aizawa who comes behind you and gently sets the money on the counter.

Older-Brother!Aizawa who you don’t even have to look at to notice the familiar scent and gruff gentleness of.

Older-Brother!Aizawa, who, having been relived to find you, realized you might not be so relieved to see him. Especially when you try to make a bolt for the door.

“Stop,” he says grabbing your arm, “please. Stop.”

The trek back to your shared apartment was silent. You should’ve just ran, you thought to yourself. It would’ve been a lot easier than this awkward silence that fills the kitchen now.

You get up to walk away and he speaks, “I don’t know what to say.”

You simply turn and stare, blinking, almost blankly into space.

“Im not sure what you heard- or what you think you may have heard. But I assure you-“

“What? That you don’t want me expelled?”

“It’s not like that Y/n-“ he tries to explain.

“So how is it then Shota?” You say, quite frankly tired of this whole ordeal.

“I-“ his voice falters for a moment, and you make a ‘tch’ before trying to continue your exit. Then, a voice so quiet, you wouldn’t have even heard it if not for the silence of the kitchen, says, “I love you.”

Your heart drops into your stomach and shatters into a million pieces, it’s been so long since you’ve heard him utter those words. But you’re so confused, what does that have to do with him wanting you expelled?

“Wh-what?”

“I love you Y/n. You’re my sister, and I don’t want you going down the same path I did.”

“You’re a great hero Shota, what do you mean-“

“I mean, I don’t want you to go through your life endlessly saving people and running yourself out. It’s tiring, Y/n, taxing. I want you to have fun and actually be a child, instead of worrying about everyone else’s safety.”

You sigh and move closer to him, “why didn’t you just tell me?”

“I don’t know y/n-“ he says running a hand through his hair exhaustedly, “I guess I wanted to be the older brother you always looked up to. I wanted to be strong for you.” As he says it he laughs, it’s a ridiculous thing to say but it’s how he feels.

“Shota, you know I never meant-“

“I know, but I still felt that way.”

“You never have to prove yourself to me, you could have the most boring office job and I’d still look up to you. You’re my older brother,” you said with a matter of fact tone and a shrug.

Those words did so much for him, and before you could even blink he had wrapped you in a warm embrace.

“Thank you,” he said hurrying his face into your shoulder.

Of course you guys would talk more later but right now what you both needed was comfort, more importantly, comfort in each other. You plan to work on your relationship once more, especially since you knew it wasn’t because he hated you now, and more importantly you were going to heal.

Older-Brother!Aizawa, who’s trying.

@/cafekitsune for the divider

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manias-wordcount · 8 months

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Hopefully your requests r open, if so can you make a mha proheros (specifically midnight, aizawa, and all might - if you write for them) x reader whos goth and wears trad goth makeup alot? Thanks!

S/o who is Goth HCs (Midnight, Easerhead, All Might)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆!

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

Nemuri Kayama (Midnight)

You know she’ll be coming home with shit for you to try, right?

She’s literally your biggest hype girl when it comes to your style

So you know your girlfriend is gonna get you hooked up with her connections

And as a big-name pro-hero?

Expect a lot of shopping sprees from foreign, world-renowned brands (with custom-made ideas whenever you want)

She’ll literally take makeup and clothes brand deals that she knows you like or if they have products you want to try

She probably knew just a little bit about gothic style before meeting you

But after meeting you she knows all the lingo and the terms and probably has her own favorite subcategory

(My money is on romantics tbh)

But all-in-all, she probably likes this about you so much because you’re bold and you're owning up to what you like and you just don't give a shit about looking like anyone else <3

Shota Aizawa (Eraserhead)

It’s a little funny looking between the two of you

When the two of you go out, he’s never recognized

But he looks like a complete slob who never shaves or combs his hair so he gets a lot of looks anyways

But you?

Your makeup is done and it’s perfect and your outfit is complicated but amazing which earns you a lot of looks too

But for different reasons of course (cough cough people don't see traditional goth makeup that often in some societies and they think you're really hot cough cough)

And all in all? If it weren’t for the fact that the two of you were both wearing black, nobody would be able to tell that you’re together

Despite the fact that he’s almost never put together, he thinks the amount of effort that you put into your appearance because you like the style really admirable

He always makes sure to compliment a new makeup look on you

And it’s always genuine because he has no idea how you’re able to do all that with just a few brushes and shit WHAHAHA

Toshinori Yagi (All Might)

You and your skin and (barely) bones boyfriend are eye-catching, that’s for sure

Seriously, you’re the very picture of emo/goth girlfriend and golden retriever boyfriend sometimes

Now he definitely didn’t know shit about goth subculture before meeting you

Except for the fact that it’s just a lot of black

But he’s very supportive at least!

You’re definitely very different from anyone else he’d proabbly go after

But people don't choose who they fall for WHAHAH

So be patient with him as he tries to understand your style and all the makeup

But just know that he’ll never stop being amazed when he looks at you

Because you seriously got a giant ass golden retriever when you started dating him- man will get excited about everything regarding you <3 WHAHAHHA

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randomgoosegame · 7 months

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Brat

Request - dom aizawa x brat reader please💞

Warnings/ disclaimers - bondage, brat taming, aizawa leaves reader tied up, unprotected sex

It was late and you wake up to an empty cold bed. You huff and go looking for Aizawa who was supposed to be asleep beside you. You found him in the living room sitting on the floor hunched over a pile of papers.

"Aizawa baby come back to bed." You yawn and wrap your arms around his shoulders and lean against his back. He humms in acknowledgment but didn't make any sign of moving.

"I have to finish this by tomorrow kitten." You pout and sit on the floor next to him.

"But Aizawa-" You began but was cut off by him.

"No. Go to bed ill be there in a little bit. Im almost done." Aizawa sighed and kissed the top of your head.

"Well- if your almost done then ill stay with you till then." You smile and snuggle up into his side.

"Fine, just don't cause any trouble." Aizawa huffed a bit hiding a small smile.

You quickly grew bored listening to papers shuffling and decide to take action. You start of small, only nuzzling into his side or caressing his thigh.

"You better stop or your going back to the room." Aizawa said brushing your hand off his thigh. You pout and lay down on the ground next to him. Aizawa went back to grading papers and you bit your lip watching him.

"Stop staring." He said not even sparing you a glance.

"There's nothing else to do!" You huffed.

"Then go to bed." He snorted and started another paper.

"Shoutaaa." You groan climbing into his lap. He sighed loudly and finally looked at you. His eyes were narrowed and threatening but you didn't care.

"Y/N if you don't knock it off right now you'll be begging for me to even touch you." He warned. Despite your instincts telling you to listen you chose not to.

"What do you think im doing now." You huff with a smile and cross your arms pushing down the excitement that was fluttering in your stomach and spilling to your heat. Aizawa rubbed the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes tightly. Your smile dropped and you placed a hand on his cheek.

In a flash you were pinned to the floor on your stomach. You let out a surprised yelp and wiggled your body against Aizawa's. He swatted your ass harshly making you whimper.

"Now if you would have waited like I told you I would have been done by now and we would be in bed." He hissed in your ear pressing his body against your back making you immobile.

"But im bored." You whined grinding your hips as best you could agenst Aizawa's and moan feeling his bulge press into your clothed core.

"Does it look like i care? Your being a brat and brats don't get rewarded." Aizawa lifted you from the ground and carried you back to your shared bedroom before tossing you on the bed. You bit your lip in anticipation and watched as he shuffled around the room.

Coming back to you, Aizawa was holding two silky red ropes and used one to tied your hands to the headboard. You smile up at him but his face remained emotionless and calm. Aizawa kissed your forehead and climbed off the bed twords the door.

"W-were are you going?" You say in a panic watching him open the door. Aizawa turned to you with a smirk.

"I have some work I need to finish." He chuckled and walked out the door leaving you tied to the bed. You struggle with the restraints but they didn't budge. You tied to wiggle out of them but that only made them tighter.

Eventually when Aizawa returned you glared at him as he closed the door behind him. He slowly moved around the room to the bed and took off his shirt and pants, leaving him in his boxers. You can faintly see how hard he was seeing you sprawled out and tied to the bed.

"Have you learned your lesson?" He asked reaching for the rope. You nodd eagerly hoping he would untie you but he just pulled on them to make sure they were secured.

"Use your words kitten." He growled narrowing his eyes at you.

"Y-yes Shouta." You whimper.

"Good." Aizawa climbed on the bed and ran his hands up and down your thighs, avoiding the place you wanted him most. You squirm searching for any kind of stimulation but stop when Aizawa slapped your thigh.

"On second though.... I don't think you have." He muttered.

"N-no please! Ill be good i promise!" You cried out desperately. Wordlessly Aizawa flipped you onto your stomach. You can feel him shift around on the bed and you jump when he starts to pull down your panties.

"The thing is, i don't think you mean that." He said slowly and delivered a strike to your ass. You yelp and pull on the restraints but it doesn't help as he delivers another blow to the other cheek.

"Shouta please!" You cried out and tears prick at the corner of your eyes. Relentlessly Aizawa strikes your ass and only switches cheeks every other slap. Aizawa eventually stoped and massaged your ass to sooth the redness.

"Mmm I think you know now." Aizawa flipped you back over and kissed away your tears. He hummed and felt up your body, squeezing your thighs, hips and breasts.

"So pretty." Aizawa hummed kissing and sucking on your neck. You moan and tilt your head to give him more room.

Aizawa peeled off your (his) shirt and played with your breasts. He popped your left nipple in his mouth and swirled it around. You moan and pull on the rope.

You buck your hips to grind against his clothed member. Aizawa groaned and pinned your hips to the bed with his free hand.

"Shouta don't tease its not fare." You pout.

"Be patient I wanna take my time." He hummed and switched to playing with your right nipple. You whine and arch your back into his touch.

Aizawa pulled away from your chest looking at the marks he made on your chest. He hummed in approval and slowly slid your panties down your legs. You kick them off making Aizawa roll his eyes at your desperateness.

Aizawa slid down your body and settled himself between your thighs. He kept your legs pinned to the bed and spread them to get a good look at your arousal. He blew lightly on it and you whimper trying to wiggle away but was not permitted to by the tight grip on your thighs.

Aizawa decided to take pity on you and he licked a fat strip up your cunt. You moan softly and bite your lip watching him between your legs. Aizawa shoved his tongue into your entrance and he sucked harshly. Your moans and whimpers drowned out the erotic sound of him slurping up your arousal.

You begin to feel the familiar warmth pooling into your stomach and you moan pulling at the restraints, desperately trying to touch Aizawa. Aizawa hummed and thrusted his tongue in and out of you. His nose nudged at your clit and you moan feeling your stomach getting tighter and tighter.

"Shouta don't stop im so close." You moan loudly. Aizawa hummed and pulled away right before you could succumb to your climax.

"I should stuff that noisy little hole before you get us in trouble with the neighbors again." Aizawa said narrowing his eyes at you. You frown at him with wide eyes, ignoring the butterflies you feel thinking about what he would stuff your mouth with.

Aizawa takes the other rope and covers your eyes with it and secures it behind your head. You pout your lips but Aizawa kisses it away. You giggle as his fingertips run along your body tickling you slightly. But then he was gone, you couldn't feel or see him.

"Shouta?" You frown your brows worried he might have left you alone again.

"Im still here." You hear him from your left. You gulp nervously trying to strain your ears to hear him.

You feel him climb back on the bed and settle between your thighs once more. Your body buzzes in anticipation and you bite your lip. You jump feeling pressure on your entrance. You wiggle your hips but yelp as you feel a strike on your thigh.

"If you make a noise ill leave you here and you wont cum at all." You feel Aizawa breathe on your ear. You nod bitting your lip.

The pressure on your entrance grew untill the object entered you. You bite your lip hard enough to draw blood as you suppress a moan when the object started to vibrate.

You squirm as the vibrations grow in strength. You jump feelings hands on your tits squeezing and groping your fleshly mounds. Your climax rapidly approaches and your legs shake. You cum around the vibrator and your body thrashes around at the intensity of it.

The vibrator didn't turn off and you struggled to keep quiet. Aizawas hands move off your breasts and you felt him untie your hands. Aizawa rubbed your red wrists and kissed them.

"You can speak now kitten." Aizawa removed your blindfold and you blinked rapidly adjusting to the dimly lit room. You whine loudly feeling another orgasm coming on.

Aizawa chuckled and kissed you. His tongue lapped at your lower lip and you opened your mouth to deepen the kiss. You cried out as you came again and wrapped your arms around Auzawa.

"Mmm you did so good kitten." Aizawa untangled your arms from him and removed the vibrator from your quivering cunt. You sigh and curl up sleepily.

"What are you doing?" Aizawa said tilting his head at you. You looked over at him with wide eyes.

"B-but-" Aizawa narrowed his eyes at you. Aizawa climbed between your legs and rested on his forearms. You snuggled your head into Aizawa's chest and wrap your arms around his midsection.

"You didn't think we were done did you?" Aizawa hummed brushing your hair back and out of your face.

"No..." You say reluctantly and lean back away from Aizawa's chest. He rubbed your thigh and helped guide his cock to your entrance. You whimper as his tip pushed through your folds and then into your pussy.

Aizawa breathed sweet praises in your ear as he bottomed out. You whimper from the overestimation and tighten your hold around him.

"So tight and hot kitten." Aizawa groaned and started to lazily thrust his hips into yours. You moan as he brushed your cervix.

"S-shouta." You moan louder as he sped up his thrusts. Aizawa moaned in your ear, feeling your walls grip and spasm around him. He knew you were close even before you did, his hips now snapping into you harshly.

"Cum for me Y/N." Aizawa nipped at your ear and starts sucking bruises into your neck. You moan and climax for the 3rd time that night.

Aizawa moaned as you tightened around him, also triggering his own climax. His hips stuttered as he shot hot ropes of cum into you. You both stayed there for a moment basking in the post orgasm afterglow.

Aizawa kissed your head and pulled out making you whine at the loss of fullness. He chuckled and pulled you close to his chest.

"You alright?" He asked rubbing your back.

"Yeah." You say sleepily. Aizawa smiled and wrapped his arms around you as you fell asleep.

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aikrus · 5 months

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Don’t Let Me Fall (Too Far From Grace)

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cw: Major religious trauma for Y/n, enjoy. Swears, violence, cults, misogyny, self-mutilation, public abuse, parental abuse, attempted murder, self-defense, poison

A/n: a short glimpse into the makings of dadzawa; with an angsty Y/n religious quirk struggle

summary: There’s a part of Shouta that hates his job. While he can handle the annoying brats, unstable quirks, rude comments, life-threatening danger, and annoying hours, there’s just some things not even Shouta could tolerate. There’s a girl in his class. She’s nice but a little too quiet for it to sit right. He’s a teacher, been one for years and was a hero for much longer-- He knows the signs when he sees them.

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“Brother Haruka,”

“Father Y/l/n; it’s always a pleasure.” Clasped forearms greeted one another, eye to eye they examined the other. Smiles filled each room and yet the tension was so thick, thick, thick; she looked to her mother but found a void in her place.

It crept into Y/n’s throat like sludge, chocking on the breath that filled her lungs as she swallowed for the fiftieth time that service. The eyes that followed, the eyes that glared, the eyes that widened, all at her, at her, at her. She kept her head down.

The family of five- a strong pastor father, the beautiful but sickly motherly wife, the silent eldest son, and the perfect youngest daughter. And Y/n, lost somewhere in the mess of facades they seemed to exchange so rapidly.

Or maybe lost was the wrong word, seeing as everyone could find her, the daughter of the pastor, the picture-perfect symbol of what they stood for, quirkless, pure, devine; up until four months ago.

Four months ago, when her world changed.

1-A kept a keen eye on Y/n, her silent passing and downcast eyes demanded attention from the rowdy bunch, but it was her appearance that caught them off guard the most.

Denki had asked about them once, resulting in a panic attack and mute classmate which lasted a week before she would speak in a quiet, fragile tone. It got worse before it got better.

She could feel them-- the eyes, eyes, eyes. Following her, ridiculing her, judging her. It broke Shouta’s heart.

“She’s just a girl, our little girl,”

“It’s a heathen!”

“She’s done nothing wrong,”

“It’s got horns god bless me!”

“Dear, she’s still our Y/n, our little angel,”

Her knees were pulled to her chest, listening silently at the top of the stairs to the hushed and not so hidden argument of her parents. Y/n’s father damning her, and her mom, desperately trying to cling to her life.

“That thing’s no angel-- it’s the devil.”

“What are you doing out here, kid?” Aizawa cringed inside watching the girls entire body stiffen.

“I’m sorry sir, I'll go back inside.” Her wide eyes became fixed on the floor, shoulders slouched but still full of twisted anxiety.

“You’re not in trouble, Y/l/n.”

“I’m not?” Her face stayed down, but she was finally looking directly at him, so Shouta counted this as a win.

“No,” he walked to the railing she had previously been leaning against, “There’s no rules against being on the rooftop. I just thought you might get cold.” He gestured to her head when he said that, causing her to flinch softly.

“I see.”

She still scurried away, leaving the concerned teacher by himself on the rooftop.

The horns that began to grew from the front corners of Y/n’s skull had been easily hideable when she noticed the growths. She teased her hair, wore headbands, dawned a head-scarf for modesty, but then her sister accidentally pulled it off her head during dinner, exposing them to the entire family.

That was the first night Emi had crawled into Y/n’s bed and cried since she was six and saw her big sister be punished for the first time. Punished.

The Shinja were many things, devote, united, pure, and forgiving. They believed in one thing above all else, God’s eternal and limitless magnanimity. For a sin their must be penitence, must be a beg for forgiveness.

For Y/n, this meant one thing.

It started small, Y/n found a scarf waiting for her on the railing when she made her way to the roof that night. It was nice, it was warm; something Y/n struggled with being.

Then Aizawa would stop by when it turned past midnight, sending the quiet girl back inside to stop her from catching a cold. And now, they coexist.

“Was--” she paused before shaking her head, looking back out to the grounds behind UA.

“What is it, kid?” He paused for an answer before breaking, “You can ask questions you know.”

“Was Iida right?”

Silence.

“That’s really up to you. At the end of the day, you decide what kind of hero you want to be. Your hero uniform is a big part of that identity, so if you think that’s a necessary part of that then you should keep it.”

Y/n played with the delicate silver cross dangling from the chain across her neck before looking up to the sky, just like Aizawa saw her do earlier during class.

“Kay.”

The conversation from the classroom had been a tense one to say the least. Iida, in his self-correct but oblivious way, asked the quiet girl, “Don’t you think it may be offensive to wear a cross as part of your hero costume? Won’t people feel imposed upon? Besides, very few people are catholic after the development of the quirk gene. Would it not, perhaps, be a better choice to remove that aspect from your uniform?”

Y/n had, at the time, only responded briefly, “Why would people be offended by a necklace?” Everyone looked up to the mounds above her head. No one said a thing.

A few days later he finally broke, “It was surprising I suppose. Not like I care, but people aren’t really religious anymore.”

She tried not to think about it, and she continued to try not to think about it long after she had left the rooftop. People aren't really religious anymore. Y/n tried to think through what makes a religion a religion, where things started to turn after quirks were made. Some religions embraced them as a new moral test of god, others claimed it disproved God entirely. Some drew strange connections claiming the bible predicted it all along.

Y/n is sitting in her room when it happens. She's absent-mindedly rolling her silver cross necklace between her fingers while ignoring her homework when she things- it would be so much easier if I wasn't religious anymore.

It felt dirty, like a dangerous secret. What does it mean to be religious on a personal level? She isn't allowed on the campound, let alone in the church. She doesn't read the scripture any more, nor does she pray genuinely. After a few cafeteria visits with Kaminari keeping her company she's even began to speak the lord's name in vain. Yet Y/n is so sure, in her heart and center of everything, that there is spirit within her.

She thinks about the religion she learned about the first time someone called her hometown a cult. She googled what the word meant and learned about a different group, a group that drank poison and passed away as a whole. Y/n can't think of another species that would do that and thinks they must have spirit.

The eyes from the pews followed her as she walked, head bowed as she pushed forward, past every person she ever knew, towards her father. Her father who forgave her, who actually forgave her. Forgave her monstrous appearance, was willing to look past the disgusting curse she had. She loves her father. So she kneeled willingly before the cross and bowed her head fifty times before turning on her knees towards her father.

A hush fell over the chapel.

She accepted the holy blade from her father.

She lifted it above her head.

The scream echoed through the room, bounding back towards her from the walls it landed on. The blade moved back and forth, until her world became deathly still.

Her father placed his hand upon her head, gently ending the assault. “You’re doing well, my child.” Each following day was ended with her in the privacy of her family's bunker, penance following shortly after.

She was repenting for her sins, but there was a silent acknowledgment among everyone. For Y/n, who never stopped sinning, there must be constant repentance. Nothing short of unyielding devotion. The days blurred together, so did her memory.

Y/n looked up at the board, eyes coated with gloss and filled to the brim with pain, pain, misery. ‘Quirkless Study.’ A lesson on discrimination, of differences, of acceptance. Forty seven minutes of something she’d kill to get out of-- something she’d die to get out of.

The class wasn’t today, thank God, but it was soon. Soon, being tomorrow. Tomorrow, class, quirkless, pure thing, stuck, school, mistake, thing, thing, thing. Words echoed through her head, too fast for Y/n too pick them apart, too fast to be remembered, just fast enough to hurt.

Y/n stayed on the roof from after school to midnight, far too long in the cold, too long without eating, too long for no body to have noticed.

“Fucking hell, kid. Why are you out here?”

Aizawa-Sensai dropped in and wrapped his scarf around Y/n’s shaking body, noting both the absent look in her eyes and the festering fear lying just beneath the surface.

"Y/l/n? Are you with me?"

What a silly question. Of course she was with him, they're on the same rooftop– he's got a hand lying gently on her shoulder.

"Because you seem a little far away."

And didn't that make so much sense. Because they were right next to each other, much like how her dad was right in front of her, yet both of them were miles away from where Y/n was.

"I'm sorry, sensei."

He froze, "it's Allright, Y/n, it's going to be okay."

The need to gasp for air clued her in that she'd started to cry. The warm tears burned her frigid skin.

"Hey, hey," Aizawas voice rumbled deep in his chest, "careful there." He tapped her knuckles which had turned white with the force she had been digging her nails into her arms.

"I don't want to go to school tommorow."

She winced but he didn't answer her. Saying the words out loud felt different than the mantra from her head. It all seems a little silly now. Y/n wanted to be a hero after all, and here she was; scared to go to class.

The man leveled his eyes with her and sighed, raising a hand between her two curled horns and patting the top of her head.

"It's not silly, Y/n."

She wrinkled her nose at him, unsure of his meaning and was floored when he began to laugh. "You mutter, but that's okay. You don't have to be a hero yet; not today and not tomorrow. For now you are still a child, and you deserve to feel the safety that should come with that."

It felt odd, to feel so cold you want to shiver and yet melt from the inside out. Maybe, maybe that was true. Maybe she will be a hero in a few years, maybe less. But tonight she wasn't, tonight she could feel as little as that sentence made her. Small and safe, so fucking fragile but perfectly protected.

It made her want to cry.

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and there we have it. I know it's a little random but I feel like sometimes we carry the weight of lifetimes with us and forget how young we are in the grand scheme of things. It's okay. We'll figure this out together.

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homos-in-training · 2 years

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Incorrect MHA-36 (KaminarixReader)

Class 1-A: [isn't allowed to keep pets]

Y/n and Kaminari: [sneaking in a box through the common area]

Aizawa: What's that?

Box: [meows]

Y/n and Kaminari: [panic and look at each other]

Kaminari: Drugs

Y/n: Food

[Look at each other]

Kaminari: I mean food

Y/n: I mean drugs

Aizawa: [sighs and snatches box from them] [ opens box to reveal kittens]

Aizawa: As your teacher it is my duty to confisticate all forbidden items. So now if you'll excuse me I have to go feed my new baby kittens.

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corn-producer69420 · 3 days

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Aizawa x fem reader

Tw: angst? forgetful Aizawa, suicidal/violent, blood, comfort

I'm back :)

"Class dismissed," Aizawa's usual tired tone reverberated across the classroom, his black hair framing his fatigued face as he brought an end to the chatter of Class 1-A. "We will continue our discussions on internships tomorrow," he sighed, watching his students trickle out of the quiet room. With a furrowed brow, he gathered his heavy bag and exited, closing the door behind him.

The journey home proved irksome, a ride with Present Mic filling the air with relentless chatter during the entire 20-minute drive back to his shared apartment with y/n, fueling his mounting frustration. Upon arriving, he bid his companion farewell before stepping into the silent apartment, purposefully setting down his bag to announce his presence. "Y/n... I'm home," he called out, his mind dwelling on the morning's events.

*"Aizawa... do you remember what day it is today?" Y/n's cheerful voice had been met with dismissal earlier, leaving a pang of regret lingering as he packed his bag for work. Dread weighed heavily upon him throughout the day, his temper flaring at his students, and his frustration boiling over at his colleagues. 'How could I forget our 5th anniversary?' Aizawa tormented himself, preparing for the impending confrontation.*

"Y/n?" he called again, his breath catching as the door creaked open to reveal shattered glass strewn across the floor. Rushing in, panic seized him as he surveyed the room, eyes darting amidst the bloodied tiles and broken shards of glass. "Y/N!" he cried out, spotting a huddled figure beneath blankets. Carefully, he approached, patting y/n's back tentatively. "Aizawa?" Her soft voice offered a measure of solace as she revealed herself. Their eyes met, and a tear escaped Aizawa's, his heart heavy with concern. "I... w...what happened?" he stuttered, settling beside her on the bed. "Sorry... I... I lost control," she managed, breaths shaky with emotion. "That's okay... don't apologize... I... I'm so sorry, y/n," he murmured, hands gripping hers tightly. "I... it's okay," she reassured, grasping onto him as he enveloped her in a tight embrace.

Her fingers threaded through his hair, securing a messy bun with an emerald green elastic from her wrist. "I love you... you know that, right?" Aizawa whispered, her smile a balm to his troubled soul. "Yes... and I you, Zawa," she replied, her usual nickname bringing a hint of warmth to the moment. He sealed their exchange with a soft yet firm kiss, his heart swelling with love and relief as they lay together, wounds tended to, basking in the comforting silence.

"I'll clean up later," he promised, the weight of frustration lifted from his weary shoulders.

#mha x reader #my hero acadamia #mha aizawa #aizawa #aizawa x reader #x reader #comfort #tw

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bleuhisteria · 11 months

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Deus Ex Machina|| Aizawa x Reader Chapter 2

In the fractures of our thoughts, lies the birthplace of innovation.

That night, as I returned home, my heart weighed heavy with disappointment. I couldn't hold back the flood of tears any longer, so I rushed to my room and collapsed onto my bed, burying my face in the pillow. The room felt suffocating, my dreams crumbling around me. The sobs threatened to escape, but I fought to keep them at bay, not wanting my parents to see me like this. With a shaky voice, I assured them that the exam had gone fine, even though deep down, I felt defeated.

Exhausted from the emotional rollercoaster, I eventually drifted off to sleep. The night wrapped me in its darkness, and as I woke up, I found myself bathed in the stillness of 2:34 AM. The glow of my phone revealed the late hour, urging me to seek solace elsewhere.

Silently slipping out of bed, I felt a compelling need to escape to the one place that offered solace—my dad's garage. It had become my refuge, a haven of possibilities and creativity.

With a jacket thrown over my shoulders, sweatpants hugging my legs, and cozy slippers on my feet, I tiptoed towards the garage. The flick of a switch illuminated the room, and I was greeted by familiar sights—a space filled with futuristic lights, tools, and scattered equipment. This was my dad's domain, his realm of invention and innovation. But over time, it had become my sanctuary, a place where I could lose myself in my own creations.

In middle school, I used to spend countless afternoons here, tinkering with machines and dreaming up ideas. But as time went on, I grew afraid to touch anything, afraid of failure. Still, on nights like this, the garage was my only comfort.

The floor was littered with boxes of random junk, a testament to years of neglect. I knew I had to be quick; my dad might catch me and freak out again.

Now, where was that gauntlet I had been working on?

I rummaged through piles of failed inventions, determined to find it. Finally, my fingers brushed against the smooth surface of the laser beam gauntlet. It was far from complete, lacking the necessary plasma and structural integrity for optimal performance.

Rolling up my sleeves, I thought of its tinkering and refinement. Time lost its meaning as I immersed myself in my work, making adjustments and reinforcing the delicate gauntlet. Amidst the intricate parts, my mind wandered to my father's suggestion—the support department as an alternative path if I didn't make it into the hero course. I wrestled with indecision, but kept growing frustrated at the thought, still unsure of what I really wanted.

Four hours passed in a blur, and as I put aside the stronger gauntlet, doubts nagged at me. Without the required plasma, my creation remained theoretical, its true power left untapped. A sigh escaped my lips as I surveyed the chaotic mess I had created. If my dad saw this...

The sound of the door handle turning jolted me back to reality. Panic surged through me as I realized I had forgotten to unlock it, and my dad was trying to enter.

"(N/N), are you in there?" his voice called out. "I'm coming in," he announced.

Desperation and urgency coursed through me. "No! Wait!" I scrambled to gather my tools, tossing them into the nearest box. With a swift kick, I hid the box under the table, along with the gauntlet, hoping to conceal my ongoing project.

The door swung open, revealing my dad standing there with a sandwich on a Styrofoam plate in one hand and a mess of bed head in the other. Yawning and scratching his head, he glanced at my old projects.

"Admiring your old stuff again?" he asked, placing the plate on the work table.

I prayed he wouldn't notice the mess I had made, so I awkwardly replied, "Yeah..."

Attempting to slip past him, I aimed to escape to my room.

"Hold on a second," he called out, causing me to freeze in my tracks. "A friend of mine is coming over. They're cleaning up this garage and taking everything away."

Take everything away?

The thought alarmed me, and I turned back to face my still-groggy dad, desperately seeking an explanation.

"Since nobody's really using this garage, I'm planning to tear it down for a new building project," he explained, a smile on his face. "If you're not using it for your inventions anymore, it should be fine if I take it down, right?"

No! The protest screamed inside my head, but deep down, I knew he was right. I turned away, biting my lip to hold back the flood of emotions.

"Go ahead, Dad... do whatever you want," I said, feeling my own thoughts betraying me. With a heavy heart, I left the garage behind and entered the house. But the warm colors of the interior felt cold, reminding me of what I was losing. I walked on the wooden floors, my steps quickening into a sprint as I headed toward my room. It was the only sanctuary I had left, now being torn down by the very person who had created it for me.

Curling up into a ball beside my bed, I felt a mixture of frustration and sadness. The door to my room remained locked, isolating me from the outside world.

Days passed, and I found myself trapped within the confines of my room. My mom grew increasingly worried, knocking on my door every day and leaving a tray of food outside. Yet, each night, I could only manage a few bites.

Occasionally, I would wake up in the afternoon to the sound of my parents' hushed voices, engaged in whispered arguments. Although I couldn't make out the details, the tension hung heavy in the air.

One morning, as my throat parched and dry, I summoned the strength to venture outside my room. But before I could reach the kitchen, faint voices reached my ears—a whispered argument.

"I told you to communicate better! Keeping things from her only makes matters worse!" I heard my mother scolding my dad.

He released a deep, low sigh. "I wanted it to be a surprise. I can't just let the garage stay if she's still using it without telling me. How am I supposed to understand what she's thinking if she keeps everything to herself?" he defended himself.

Leaning against the wall, I listened intently as my mom scoffed in response.

"You should have known this would upset her," she sighed with exasperation. "Go talk to her. Now," she ordered, her voice carrying a tone of firmness and disapproval.

In a panic, I rushed back to my room and locked the door, my back pressed against it as I slid to the floor. A glimmer of hope flickered within me. Could it be that the garage wouldn't be demolished after all?

A knock at my door startled me, and I heard my dad's voice from the other side, gentle and soft, "(Y/N), can I come in?"

I covered my mouth instinctively, contemplating whether I was ready to let him in. I stood up from the floor and sighed quietly as I unlocked the door, opening it, while I couldn't bring myself to look at his face, I still managed to mutter for him to come in.

The door was left ajar as he stepped inside my room, I sat down on the bed, my back turned to him, and my eyes fixated on the floor. In that moment, I noticed how disheveled my hair was when I caught a glimpse of it in a hand mirror that had fallen from my nightstand.

I felt the weight of the mattress shift as my dad sat down beside me. The room was filled with silence as we both waited for him to find the right words to say.

"I know you're upset about the garage," He began, "I'm not..." he sighed, "I'm not tearing it down to spite you sweetie, it was honestly meant to be a surprise, but I wanted to build a bigger one for you." he said, his tone shifting into a more relaxed one as he placed a hand on my shoulder.

"I know you've been using it still, you don't have to hide the fact that you're still working on things there from me, I wholeheartedly support you."

Tears began to well up in my eyes, I made a promise not to have anything to do with machines and robotics and yet-- I grit my teeth, I couldn't stop myself from going there whenever I'm upset and just start working on things that I threw away. I'm just terrible...

My lips quivered, I felt a lump in my throat as I tried to speak, "I-I'm not... I don't want to..." I sobbed.

"Hush now, you shouldn't keep yourself from doing the things you love just because of one accident..." My dad stated, his comforting voice followed by pulling me into an embrace, causing me to cry in his chest.

I started bawling, heavy tears flowed from my cheeks as I released all of the pent up emotions I've been feeling the last couple of days.

Eventually... things calmed down, my dad stood up from my bed and offered me something...

"Get yourself cleaned up and meet me in the garage in a few minutes, there's someone I'd like you to meet." He said with a gentle smile on his face, a little nervous that I assumed was from the idea I would reject him.

I nodded, nudging him to leave my room while I got ready.

(Y/N)'s father walked down the stairs to the garage, relieved that he had finally spoken with her and cleared the air between them. It had been weighing on his mind for days, and he couldn't ignore his wife's persistent requests to have a conversation with their daughter.

Communication had always been challenging with (Y/N), especially after the incident at her middle school. He let out a sigh, remembering the difficulties they had faced and the strain it had put on their relationship. But today felt like a step forward.

As he entered the garage, he noticed the sound of shuffling boxes. His friend, Higari, was there. He was a short man with large hands, it was the biggest part of his body aside from his wide mouth, he dressed in a loose shirt and shorts. His orange hair partially covered his eyes as he focused on picking up something from one of the boxes. (F/N) could see a faint blue hue, making his eyes widen with realization. It was the gauntlet. He had seen (Y/N) working on it a few nights ago through the security camera footage. He occasionally checked in on her activities to make sure she was doing well.

"Higari," He called out, catching his attention. "Oh, (F/N), it's just you," he replied, turning his gaze back to the gauntlet.

Curious, (F/N) approached him. "What do you have there?" he asked, though he already knew the answer. He wanted to hear the man's thoughts on it as well.

As he closely examined the gauntlet, Higari looked to be pondering for a moment before responding, "I'm not entirely sure. It seems to be some kind of gauntlet designed to shoot energy, I suppose. It looks quite new, but there's definitely something missing. Without that crucial element, it won't function properly." He carefully placed the gauntlet back on the table, emphasizing its current state of being unusable.

(F/N)'s head tilted slightly, intrigued. "Oh, really? And what might it be missing?" he inquired, eager to hear Higari's perspective.

Higari let out a huff and shrugged his shoulders. "How would I know? I didn't make this thing," he replied, a hint of curiosity in his voice.

(F/N) let out a chuckle as he moved on to a different device...

I finished getting ready and made my way down the stairs to the garage, curious about the commotion I could hear from inside. There was laughter from my dad, accompanied by a voice that sounded annoyed and less than pleased. I hesitated, my hand hovering over the doorknob, worried about facing whoever was with my dad. I took a deep breath and opened the door.

"─Too short, Higari!"

"Fucking-- Give it back, (F/N)!"

To my surprise, my dad and a man with orange hair were engaged in a playful exchange, my dad clearly enjoying himself. I hesitated, considering closing the door quietly and retreating back inside, hoping to erase the image from my mind. However, something made me pause. I realized who the man was—it was none other than the renowned excavation hero, Power Loader.

In a moment of frustration, Power Loader threw a punch at my dad's stomach, causing him to double over. Seizing the opportunity, Power Loader snatched the object he had been reaching for.

I watched by the doorway, my eyes sparkled watching the gracious punch thrown at my own father by a hero I greatly looked up to. It was almost... inspirational.

"You didn't have to do that, Higari..." My dad held his stomach in pain, still keeled over before he turned his head, noticing my presence at the doorway.

He quickly hid his pain and stood up straight, calling my name, "(Y/N)! Come here, I want you to meet someone." he said with a smile, walking over to me, placing a hand on my back to guide me to the man, ensuring I wouldn't run away.

"I-I know who he is, Dad," I said, looking directly at the man. "The excavation hero, P-Power Loader." I stuttered at the mention of his name.

I admired him greatly among heroes. He was a prodigy and a licensed developer who made hero support items.

Power Loader placed a hand on his chin, studying me intently. "Eh? You're (Y/N), huh? You look different from what I imagined, but aside from that..." He waved his giant hand dismissively before reaching for something on the table and showing it to me. "What's this?" he asked, his curiosity piqued.

My eyes widened as I saw the gauntlet in his hands, and I instinctively reached out to grab it. "Th-this is nothing—" I began, but I cut myself off, realizing the incredible opportunity I had to speak with an inventor I deeply admired. I looked up at my dad, who gave me a smile and a nod of approval. Taking a deep breath, I gathered my courage once more.

"Th-this was originally meant to be a laser gun, but I... I ended up creating a gauntlet instead," I explained, my voice gaining confidence. "Its purpose is to harness energy from a plasma source and generate a beam within the palm before shooting it. However, I'm missing the necessary plasma to make it operational. Since I didn't design it with a specific quirk in mind, I worry it may not be an effective hero support item..." I finished my explanation, feeling a tinge of self-doubt and selfishness regarding my initial intentions for the invention.

Power Loader crossed his arms, studying me with a serious expression. "Yeah, it'd be difficult to acquire plasma without a license. But let me tell you something, kid. The best inventors don't design things with specific quirks in mind. They push the boundaries of what's possible and create something entirely new. Don't limit your creativity by conforming to expectations. Make whatever you want to make," he said firmly, his words carrying a mix of disappointment and wisdom.

I looked up at him, my eyes wide with admiration and gratitude. His words struck a chord within me, resonating with my desire to explore and innovate. "Y-yes, sir," I responded, caught up in the moment. I instinctively bowed, a gesture of respect I always used in the presence of someone I held in high regard. As I raised my head, I blushed, realizing the action may have seemed overly formal.

He let out a hearty chuckle and turned to my dad, a smile on his face. "Hey, (F/N), I like this kid," he exclaimed, expressing his approval. Then, he shifted his attention back to me. "You're going to be in the support department at UA, aren't you?" he asked, his tone expectant.

Caught off guard by the question, I hesitated for a moment. I hadn't fully made up my mind yet. "Well, I haven't... really thought about it," I admitted, averting my gaze from the hero.

Power Loader's expression turned more serious. "Hm? Well, you should. Starting this year, I'll be teaching the students in the support department, and I expect to see you there," he declared firmly, his voice carrying a sense of determination. It felt as if he not only wanted me there, but he believed in my potential.

My heart fluttered at his words, realizing the significance of his expectation. I couldn't help but nod, feeling a surge of determination. "Yes, sir!" I responded with newfound confidence, my voice stronger and more resolute than before. The sudden shift in my tone caught both my dad and Power Loader off guard, and I quickly covered my mouth in embarrassment.

Feeling overwhelmed, I hastily placed the gauntlet back on the table and excused myself. I rushed out of the garage, my face flushed with embarrassment, eager to escape the situation and collect my thoughts in private.

"(F/N), you were right to introduce her to me. I can see the potential," Power Loader remarked, his gaze drifting toward the open door of the garage.

A laugh escaped (Y/N)'s father, breaking the momentary silence. "It's a miracle you managed to convince her. She's been hesitant to share her inventions with anyone for quite some time," he commented, a hint of pride in his voice.

Power Loader tilted his head back, curiosity evident in his eyes. "From that incident you mentioned?" he inquired, his tone filled with empathy.

(F/N) responded with a brief hum and a nod, the weight of the memory palpable in their silence. The impact of that incident had left a lasting mark on their family, casting shadows on (Y/N)'s confidence and trust...

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wisterialagoon · 5 months

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˚⭒.Masterlist .⋆˚

I don't have much here yet!!

HAZBIN HOTEL

⭒Alastor

Alastor comforting you after a bad day

⭒Lucifer

Nothing here yet!

⭒Husk

Notging here yet!

⭒Angel Dust

Nothing here yet

JUJUSTU KAISEN

⭒Gojo Satoru

Nothing here yet!

⭒Nanami Kento

Nothing here yet!

⭒Toji Fushiguro

Nothing here yet!

⭒Okkotsu Yuuta

⭒Drabbles⭒

Yuuta with a very needy gf

⭒Inumaki Toge

Nothing here yet!

My Hero Acadamia

⭒Todoroki Touya

⭒Drabbles⭒

Dabi with a puppy girl 🔞

⭒Fics⭒

Stay with me - Dabi x Reader series (Dabi is one of the top soldiers of the League of Villains. You're an Assistant Inspector at the Tokyo Police department. What happens when these two become intertwined in the most prominent political event that changed the era of 1990's Tokyo Japan) 🔞

Part 1 Part 2

⭒Shigaraki Tomura

⭒Drabbles⭒

You help Shigaraki with his skin (fluff/reverse comfort)

⭒Sako Atsuhiro

⭒Drabbles⭒

You're missing your boyfriend and feeling guiltt about it

⭒Takami Keigo

Nothing here yet!

⭒Aizawa Shouta

Nothing here yet!

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shockinglysubmissive · 3 years

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Kinktober Day 24: Threesome

Day 24: Threesome- Aizawa x Fem!Reader x Mic

WARNINGS: Oral sex

A group of your friends had gathered together to drink and play stupid games. Leave it to Nemuri to turn things sexual. She turns to you, her green eyes peeking through her black bangs just enough for you to see the sadistic glint.

“Truth or dare?” She asks, drawing all the attention to you. You had been friends with her since you went to UA together, so you knew just what to expect.

“Truth.” You keep your voice casual, bracing yourself for whatever sexual experience she is going to force you to admit.

“Out of everyone in this room, what two people would you have a threesome with?” She asks, no hesitation in her voice, as she had been planning to ask you this all night.

You scan the group of proheros around you, trying not to linger too long on any of them. “Shouta and Hizashi.” You try to keep your voice level, not wanting to give away how badly you would love to have both of them plowing into you.

“Interesting. Alright. Well who is next?” She moves on, letting the game continue. You thought that the worst was over, and things would be directed away from you. But a few turns later, it was Hizashi being asked. Your heart skipped a beat when the word ‘Dare’ left his lips, and it was Nemuri giving him the dare.

“I dare you to make that threesome happen.” She says simply. The room goes silent as Hizashi walks closer to you.

“A dare is a dare. If you two are willing, then let’s get going.” He offers you a hand, his voice booming through the silence. Your nervous eyes darted to Shouta, who looked emotionless, but seemed to be waiting for your answer.

“Well… if you both are willing, then what are we waiting for?” You give a slightly nervous chuckle as you take his hand and stand up.

His energy floods into you, feeding off his excitement as he sweeps you through the crowd. Footsteps behind you let you know that Shouta was following close.

You are led into a room and hear the click of it locking behind you three.

“So how are we going to do this?” You ask, sitting down on the bed and looking up at the two males.

“I was thinking I use that pretty mouth, while Sho makes you cream around his cock.” Hizashi leans down, tilting your chin up to look at him.

“I… yeah. That sounds nice.” You stemmer, aware of both men staring down at you. Shouta’s silence was weighing heavily on you, driving you crazy to hear his voice.

“Then strip for us. Show us that gorgeous body.” Hizashi says simply, nudging you to stand in front of them.

You let your clothes fall, unable to look at either man for more than a few seconds before feeling intimidated and needing to look away. Finally all your clothes lay on the floor, and the two men had begun palming themselves through their pants.

“Good girl. Now lay back, head over the edge.” HIzashi instructs, leading your body into the position that he wanted you in.

You look at the blonde man, opening your mouth when you see his cock in his hand.

“Such a good girl. I didn’t even have to tell you to do that.” His cock eases its way into your mouth and down your throat. You can feel the bed shift as Shouta makes his way between your legs.

Slowly, he splits you open, spearing you on his long shaft.As both men begin to move, your desire to hear Shouta comes true. The dark haired man leans down and speaks close to your ear.

“Such a good pussy. You should have told us sooner. Instead we had to have Nemuri set all this up.” From the sound of his voice, you could tell he was smirking. You could also tell that you were in for a long night, and a fun new relationship with these two.

#🌑.dark side #dead doves kinktober 2021 #mha #mha smut #bnha #bnha smut #my hero academia #my hero acadamia smut #boco no hero acadamia smut #boco no hero acadamia #aizawa #aizawa smut #aizawa x reader #aizawa x reader smut #present mic #present mic smut #present mic x reader #present mic x reader smut

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kayentokk · 10 months

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Could u do how mha characters would react giving them a hug? (Requesting for izuku,bakugo,denki,aizawa and kirishima) thank u!

pairing; Midoriya Izuku, Bakugo Katsuki, Kaminari Denki, Aizawa Shōta, and Kirishima Eijiro x GN! Reader(separate)

contains; fluff, hugs

wc;616

A/N; Np! This is such a cute idea. I hope I executed it well💕

Giving MHA characters a hug

-Midoriya Izuku-

🥹

ofcccc

he would love to get a hug from you

he loves hugs in general

but from you

it would be a real treat

when you embrace him he has the brightest smile on his face ever

I mean bby lit up like a light fr

he hugs you back tightly, but not too tight

when you start to pull away he almost snatches you back before mumbling out a small

‘can we hug for a little longer please?’

and who were you to deny this sweet boy some more hug time

hes srsly so cute

-Bakugo Katsuki-

sigh

here we go

first of all how do you even start up that convo

“hey ma-”

“no”

so obviously 🙄 he’s not the asking type

I believe he would prefer more assertive anyway or smth ya know

you hafta kinda catch him off guard

but that’s hard bcuz he’s a hero so nothing really catches him off guard

Your best bet is to sneak up behind him and back hug him

which is once again not possible

he already heard your footsteps

but let’s it slide making you think you caught him off guard

cuz ya know he’s just washing dishes

honestly I believe that those are his favorite hugs

you don’t have to see the tint of pink on his cheeks to know he has one

he doesn’t have to say anything

it’s just peaceful

don’t take it for granted tho cuz within 5-10 seconds bro is like

‘’Kay already y’big softie, get off’

but he secretly, not so secretly, loves it

you know

-Kaminari Denki-

Denki is the literal definition of-

‘heyyy where’s my hug at?’

except for he’s not the creepy annoying type that you don’t like

he’s the friendly type that you looove to get hugs from

so most of the time he’s giving the hugs

You’re just so cuddly to him and he can’t help it

something about having you in a nice squeezing embrace is calming to him

I’m a firm believer that if you ask him for a hug

he’ll give it to ya

10 fold

cuz he’s just so hyper

he can’t tell when the hug is over because he could just stay like that with you for days

you might hafta give him a small

‘Denki’

and tap him before he lets go

-Aizawa Shōta-

inhale

exhale

now-

Listen

if you catch him out of that sleeping bag

by allllll means

take your chance

any chance

before he goes back in

While he’s poring his coffee

just go stand behind him

just wait patiently until he turns around

I mean he already knows you’re there he feels the eyes boring into the back of his head burning a hole

and then bam

Force your way into his arms

man he is so soft and cuddly

he’ll jolt a little give you a small exasperated sigh

and then a grumble of

‘Y/n you could’ve gotten burned, be mindful’

then he’ll nudge you off after a couple seconds

and walk away content

-Kirishima Eijiro-

he’s the fluffiest biggest rock boy ever

you can ask him for a hug anytime

but most of the time he’s the one giving them

because he just knows

had a rough day?

tired?

just want a hug?

He knows it’s like his sixth sense

so when he comes up to you with the sharpest white teeth smile ever and his arms outstretched

How could you not hug him back

and for him to be a so built

and for his quirk to be rock

you’d be surprised because

He’s so comfortable

you could hug him all day

and he would let you

Thank you for this request. Sorry it took me a while to post it. :)

@/cafekitsune fir the divider

#katsuki bakugo x reader #izuku midoria x reader #kirishima eijiro x reader #kaminari denki x reader #aizawa shota x reader #fluff #mha #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero acadamia #mha fluff #bnha fluff #katsuki fluff #midoriya fluff #denki fluff #kirishima fluff #Aizawa fluff #mha headcanons

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a-pretty-nerd · 2 years

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My Hero Academia Master List

Author's Note:

My anime faze is back, WITH VENGEANCE!

Shota Aizawa:

*relationship headcannons

Trying Again (AizawaxFem!reader)

Prologue , Chapter 1 ,

Pregnancy headcannons

Katsuki Bakugou:

Safe Space

Tamaki Amajiki:

*relationship headcannons

Pregnancy headcannons

Hitoshi Shinsou:

*relationship headcannons

Pregnancy headcannons

Tomura Shigaraki:

*relationship headcannons

Pregnancy headcannons

*Verse!Shiggy NSFW headcannons

Boyfriend Cheats and Shigaraki Comforts

Shigaraki, The Family Man

Shigaraki x Pregnant!Reader

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Rebellion (ShigarakixAllMight!Daughter!Reader)

Prologue 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 14 Chapter 15 *Chapter 16

#mha fanfic #my hero acadamia x reader #my hero fanfiction #shota aizawa x reader #shigaraki x reader #tomura shigaraki #tamaki amajiki smut #hitoshi shinsou

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brittsacademia · 3 years

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Kinktober Day 5: Lingerie

Title: Collar me surprised

Pairing: Shouta Aizawa X Fem!Reader

Summary: Shouta has you flaunt your new, pretty outfit for him after you've sent him some provoking pictures of yourself.

Word Count: 2,276

Minors, DNI! NSFW under the cut!

Aizawa should have realistically scolded you for that little stunt you pulled. You knew better than to bother him while he busied himself with his teaching work, yet you had no qualms about sending him some provoking pictures of yourself – pictures where you sported a seductive outfit that he's never seen in your closet before. He did, however, recognize it; he saw it in the window display of an exotic store the two of you had passed by the week before. Aizawa wasn't sure if it was a coincidence that you bought it, or if you managed to catch a glimpse of the way his eyes had been glued to the outfit, imagining it on your body over the mannequin.

What he did know, however, was that the outfit looked damn good on you. Sure, he was rather displeased that you chose to provoke him while at work, but did he really care, deep down? Sure, you could have waited to surprise him when he returned home, but no, you just had to tease him, show him what was waiting for him in the bedroom. If only you hadn't sent the picture when he still had three hours to go at U.A.

He – for sure – thanked the heavens that he was able to keep a stoic, straight face; students and co-workers were none the wiser. The last thing he wanted was to be tormented by the people around him over a flustered state.

"You better still be wearing that when I get home, kitten," is what Aizawa had texted you after snapping out his stupor.

He knew you understood that it wasn't wishful thinking on his part, it was a demand. But obedient as you were, Shouta was sure that he'd find you pretty and sprawled out on the bed, ready for him.

And when he saw you, with the scandalous outfit clinging to your curves, he had to say that it looked so much better in person – better than the photo you sent, and clearly better than the fantasies he had conjured up.

"Look at you," he said, stalking towards the bed where you laid, like a predator approaching its prey.

You looked so damn cute. There was this innocent front that you put on for him, though Shouta knew better. He knew that, behind the mask of purity, there was a mischievous gleam in your eyes; you knew damn well what you were doing, but you played your role adequately.

The outfit was simple, yet efficient, which was exactly how Aizawa liked his lingerie; too many straps, clips and wires made things complicated when all he wanted to do was rip the clothes off your body.

You wore a beautifully detailed, black bustier that was overlapped in black floral lace. The fabric hugged your body to absolute perfection, certainly bringing out the best of your curves. The piece was hemmed with a ruffled eyelash trim that gave off a cute and elegant sense. The bustier was perfected with ribbon stitching, a small and cute bow resting between your breasts. A pair of sheer black, thigh-high stockings hugged your legs, making them all the more appealing; the simple accessory really brought attention to your legs.

Normally, he'd be annoyed at you for wearing shoes in the bed, but Aizawa couldn't quite bring himself to care at the moment; those captivating stiletto heels could stay.

And of course, how could he not notice the cute headband in your hair, giving you the cutest little cat ears. You just wanted to drive him crazy, didn't you?

You sat at the edge of the bed. "Do you like it, master?" You asked, making Aizawa visibly shudder at the nickname.

He was in front of you, stroking your cheek as he hummed in approval. You weren't shy about being so scandalously dressed for your boyfriend, but the heated gaze he held made your body tremble; he always managed to make you feel so small and weak. Such a relaxed man, yet his presence held much dominance which made him all the more confident in your presence.

He took a step back. "Stand up for me," he commanded, which you obeyed without a second thought.

"Good, good. Now, turn around and bend over the bed; show me that cute ass of yours," Aizawa said.

You bit your lip, feeling an arousal pool in your flimsy panties at Shouta's tone. To anybody, he would sound bored, but you knew that he was bursting with excitement, fighting the urge to just toss you onto the bed and pound into you, using your body for stress relief after a chaotic day of work.

Bending over, you placed your hands on the mattress for support. Subconsciously, you spread your legs for him, wiggling your ass as if presenting yourself to him like a cat in heat. Perhaps the same thought crossed Shouta's mind as you heard a deep chuckle resonate from him.

You heard his footsteps approaching you, and not being able to see him from your angle, you jumped in the slightest when his hand cupped your near-bare ass. He admired the matching thong you wore; it left little to the imagination. The material was so thin that he could see your pretty cunt right through the flimsy lace. You whimpered when you felt him hook his index finger into the string, running it down until he grazed against your pussy; he could feel the warmth and dampness coming from you.

Wanting to get a better look at his expression to gauge his reactions and thoughts, you turned your head to peek behind you, though you were immediately met with a disapproving glare.

"Don't you dare turn your head. Keep looking forward, kitten," he said, and you obeyed. "Good. You see, as pretty as you are for me right now, you haven't been on the best behaviour, huh? Do you want to tell me what you did?"

You mumbled something underneath your breath that was barely audible. You knew acting as such would earn you punishment, but there was a fleeting hint of embarrassment that settled into your chest at the thought of having to voice what you did to Aizawa. Even though you were both aware of what you'd done, he wanted the satisfaction of you acknowledging that you'd been rather impish today.

You yelped when his hand came down on your ass cheek, spanking the flesh in disapproval at your half-assed answer. "Speak up."

"I-I sent you pictures of myself while you were at work," you spoke up.

He hummed, rubbing at the reddened spot on your ass to soothe the ache. "You did. That's no good."

"I'm sorry, master," you said.

"I'm sure you are," he said.

You no longer felt his presence right behind you, but you didn't dare look anywhere but forwards until Shouta told you that you could move. You heard him rummaging through a drawer, and when you heard the clanging noises of metal, you knew what was coming.

"Turn around, kitten," he said.

You did so, coming face to face with your lover. In his hands, he held a collar specially tailored to you with a tag donning your initials; attached to the collar was a leash.

"Show me your neck, princess," he said.

You tilted your head upwards, allowing Shouta to wrap the collar around your neck, clicking it. Leaning down, he pressed his lips against yours with passion – hot and needy was one way to describe the exchange, as his tongue slipped past your parted lips to lap at the roof of your mouth and flutter against the tip of your tongue.

Pulling away, he looked at you differently; his dominant side had diminished in the slightest and was replaced with something a bit softer. "Colour?" He asked, wanting to make sure you were comfortable with the situation.

"Green, master," you answered with a soft smile that he returned.

Another quick peck to your lips, and he was back to his previous state of control over your being. He made sure to – quite literally – keep you on a tight leash, tugging at it to thoroughly press you against him.

"On your knees," he said, even going as far as gripping your hair and adding slight pressure to your head to prompt you downwards.

You fell to your knees, never breaking eye contact with Shouta, though a tug to your leash sufficed to break you out of your trance, causing you to shift your attention to his erection bulging through his pants.

Another tug signalled you to stop staring and get to work. Wasting no time, you pulled his slacks and boxers down, allowing his hardened cock some freedom. You slowly glided your tongue along his shaft and, reaching the tip, you gathered onto your tongue the salty pre-cum that had pooled. Aizawa let out a low, satisfied groan as your tongue moved back and forth along his sensitive tip.

"Look at me," he said, tugging at your leash.

You did as he asked, looking him in the eye as you kept working your tongue on his cock. You gave him a cute smile, giving him your best bedroom eyes as you began stroking him. You were slow, trying to see if you could tease him, but that goal soon faded as he gave a thrust against your hand and lips, signalling you to pick up the pace.

Getting the message, you swirled your tongue one last time around the underside of his tip, moving to lick a stripe up his frenulum before taking him into your mouth, going as deep as your throat could handle for the time being.

He threw his head back, lips parting as a groan escaped him at the feeling of your warm mouth finally enveloping him.

With every passing second, you grew in momentum as your throat became much more accustomed to the intrusion. As you managed to swallow around him, it tightened up your throat around his cock, making Aizawa moan in approval at the action.

The sounds he made were gorgeous. Those low, guttural groans and pleasured moans — each of them went straight to your cunt, causing more of your arousal to drip past your lips.

You spread your legs, snaking a hand beneath your panties as you began stroking your needy clit. Though as much as Shouta appreciated the vibrations your little moans sent along his cock, he wouldn't have you focus on anything but him for the moment; your pleasure would come soon.

And so, with a rather harsh tug at your leash, you yelped when you were jolted forwards, making you take his cock so deeply that you gagged. Looking up at him with big, glossy eyes, you slowed your movements as you stared at him confusedly.

"Keep your legs shut, kitten; it's not your turn," he said. "And I didn't say you could stop, so keep sucking."

Your hand was out of your panties, knees clamped back together. You immediately continued sucking at his cock, taking him with much more fervor than before as if you were trying to apologize for misbehaving.

"Ah... fuck. That's my good girl," he moaned.

His free hand tangled in your hair as he thrust his hips to meet you halfway, fucking your face as gently as possible.

"Remember: tap my thigh — fuck — twice if you want to stop," he reminded.

You placed your hand on both his thighs, rubbing at his skin with your thumbs to signal him that you were okay. You loved just how considerate Shouta was of your wellbeing.

"Hm... princess, keep looking at me," he said. "There you go. Shit, you're making a mess, aren't you?"

Drool dribbled down your chin, trailing all the way down to your chest. Some strings of your saliva even found their way to the floor. The blowjob had gotten messy; Shouta's thrusts into your mouth had quickened as he chased his orgasm.

"Okay, princess, 'm gonna cum soon. You want it on your face?" He asked breathlessly.

You managed to hum around him, gripping tightly onto his thighs for leverage as his thrusts became sloppy. You could feel his cock throbbing; he was close.

"Yess... ah fuck. I'm cummin'," he said, quickly slipping out of your mouth. "Stick your tongue out, princess," he growled.

You did as he said, parting your lips and letting your tongue drop, watching in anticipation as Shouta rapidly pumped his cock. Your breathing was laboured as you caught your breath.

Low growls and groans resonated from deep within his chest, curses being muttered as his warm cum gushed right onto your face. You clenched your eyes shut with every spurt, catching some of the thick ropes onto your tongue. Some of it dribbled down your chin, but you had to commend Shouta's aim for not getting any of the sticky substance into your hair.

The movement of his hand slowed as his orgasm neared its end, riding down his high with heavy breaths. Looking down at you, he chuckled at the mess he's made of your features, yet you somehow managed to look pretty even with his cum littering you, especially when you gave him that cute, dazed smile of yours.

Using his fingers, Shouta wiped some of the strings off your face. Bringing his fingers to your lips, he had to choke down a groan as you took his cum-soaked fingers into your mouth, swirling your tongue to clean them.

"You did so good, kitten. Now, let's get you cleaned up, then I'll take very good care of you."

#aizawa fanfiction #aizawa x reader #shouta aizawa #shouta aizawa x reader #my hero acadamia x reader #my hero academia #mha #bnha #boku no hero acadamia #mha x reader #bnha x reader #aizawa imagines #my hero academia fanfiction #fanfiction #nsft #mha spice

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mizunetzu · 4 years

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Hi! I love your writing and I wanted to know if you could do one where the reader is trans masc and their dad is aizawa And no of 1a knows (except aizawa) until someone who went to school with them starts bullying them, and publicly outs them. And so aizawa makes a really big deal, and accidentally mentions that the reader is his kid, But everyone in 1a supports them and are more shocked when they find out their dad is aizawa. Thank you!!!! I know it's weird I just want validation tbh (´-﹏-`；)

Hi hi hi !! I wasn’t sure if this ask requested male pronouns (bc of the use of the word ‘trans masc’) or GN pronouns (bc of the use of the word ‘they’ across the request) feel free to educate me on that!! But for now, I used Male Pronouns!

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Platonic! Aizawas trans male kid gets outed

⚠️warnings - mentions of outing, deadnaming, me antagonizing shindo bc haha I needed a bad guy-

Pronouns - male, he/him

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Loading off the bus, (Y/n) stretched his arms and let out a huff. He rubbed at his eyes, and activated his quirk slightly to see if it still worked. It wasn’t like it was going to go away, but it became habit to see if he could still do it after a long time or not. A useless habit, you could say.

Though, it was important he still had his quirk, since today was the day he was going to take the Provincial Licensing Exam. Along with his classmates.

(Y/n) strolled around the area, being sure not to stray too far away from his own class and bus. There seemed to be many schools here. Most of them, upperclassmen. (Y/n) swallowed the lump in his throat and stalked up to Kirishima to calm his nerves.

Kirishima spotted him, giving him a curt slap on the back. (Y/n) coughed, adjusting his hero costumes chest area.

“Yo! Aren’t you excited for this thing? Whaddya think we’re gonna do?”

(Y/n) let out a timid laugh, his voice noticeably deep, but almost borderline androgynous. Like he was trying to force it to go lower than it naturally was. An ear perked up from somewhere behind (Y/n). “Yeah, I’m getting kinda pumped u-“

“Well-I certainly wasn’t expecting you to be here.”

That sickeningly sweet voice made (Y/n) scrunch up his nose. He didn’t turn around. Nevertheless, the voice kept going. “Eh, well, that’s a lie. Your face was practically plastered everywhere on tv.”

“Tell me-how’s it feel to go to the famous UA, Sayaka-chan?”

(Y/n) kept his eyes fixated on the ground, still facing Kirishima as he looked between the two, confused.

“Uh-I think you got the wrong guy, dude. This dudes well...a dude.”

“Mm?” The boy was taken aback, before smirking and leaning next to (Y/n’s) ear. He said, rather loudly, “You didn’t tell them, Sayaka?”

“Shut up, Shindo.” (Y/n) voice was quiet. It wasn’t as deep as it was ‘normally’, but it sounded very much less strained. Kirishima seemed to catch on, though he said nothing, out of respect. Though, Shindo did the exact opposite.

“Don’t be so rude, Yaka-chan! I’m just saying hi to my old friend!” Shindo turned to Kirishima, as the UA students started noticing their little show. That-and a scruffy man, who was now completely ignoring what Ms Joke was saying to turn his ears on hyperfocus. “Don’t mind her. I guess she’s on her period today or something.”

“Ne-what’s happing here? Do you know (Y/n)-kun or something?” Mina said. (Y/n) cringed at hearing his name. He knew Shindo was going to say it. Don’t say it. Don’t-

“(Y/n)? That’s the name Sayaka-chan goes by these days?”

His seemingly friendly smile made (Y/n) want to puke. Mina titled her head. “Sayaka? You probably have the wrong person. This is (Y/n).”

Shindo turned to (Y/n), his dirty, smug glare being hidden behind a innocent, confused smile. “You really didn’t tell them, Sayaka?”

Shindo took a deep breath in. (Y/n) pursed his lips. “Don’t fucking-“

“Sayaka here,” Shindo slung an arm around the boy. “She’s a crossdresser. She’s ‘trans’. Isn’t that great?”

(Y/n) noticeably stiffened, biting his lip harshly and keeping his eyes pointed harshly at the ground like it was the only way to keep tears from flowing. He clenched his knuckles in embarrassment.

Before (Y/n), Mina, or Kirishima could say something, a hunched over, dark figure placed a hand on Shindo’s shoulder. His nice boy smile dropped. Aizawa, uncharacteristically, looked like he was seething.

“Shindo. Kid. Get away from my son. Before I find your teacher.”

Kirishimas eyes widened while Mina gasped. Son? Shindo bit back a snarl. He smiled irritably and put his sweet tone back on. “What? I’m just talking to Sayaka-chan-“

“His name is (Y/n). If you really want to be a hero, I suggest not being a nuisance to my son or any of my students.” Aizawa grumbled.

Shindo scoffed. “I’m sorry I offended you, mr...scruffy man. I’m not sure which son you’re talking about, though. Don’t you have a daughter-?”

Aizawa reached for his capture weapon, eyes glaring a Ruby red. Shindou was about to lurch forward when Ms Joke stepped in between the two. She huffed, turning to Shindo first.

“Shindo-kun, should you be changing into your hero costume about now? Go do that! The class already went ahead without you!”

Shindo gasped, his persona back on like a mask. “Oh! That’s right! I’m sorry Miss! See you guys! Do your best!”

Shindo turned to (Y/n), in a low whisper. “See you, Sayaka.” And timpered off. Ms Joke turned to Aizawa.

“And you!” She put her arms on her hips. “Just because your kid’s being teased a bit doesn’t mean you have to reach for your weapon!”

Aizawa seemingly let go of his scarf he’d been clutching for a while now. His hair flopped down and framed his face once more. “He wasn’t teasing. He’s been bullying my son since his 2nd year of middle school.”

(Y/n) was awkwardly standing behind Aizawa. Since they had no intention of bringing him in personally to the conversation, he shoved his hands into his pockets. It was then he noticed the majority of 1A staring at him.

He paled. Flashbacks of Shindo publicly outing him whipped by his mind, along with the way he hid his disgusted glare when he came out as trans initially in his 2nd year of middle school. It was his third year and (y/n’s) second year, Shindo being one of (y/n’s) closest friends until he became a ‘crossdresser’.

Were his new UA classmates going to to treat him the same? Would all the girls and boys be hesitant to undress themselves with him nearby, because he’s a “lesbian/girl perving on the guys”? Was he going to have to mend all of these relationships from the start again? A bottomless pit dug into his stomach. He didn’t want that.

Stagnant air filled the atmosphere as everyone stared at (y/n). Already thinking of excuses, explanations, anything, he opened his mouth to speak.

“I-“

“You’re Aizawa’s son?!” Kaminari yelled, pointing a finger at (y/n). (Y/n) blinked, letting out a confused “eh?”

Mina popped in, flailing her arms in the air like Iida, but less stiff. “Dude! That’s so cool! You think you can tell him to round my 48 into a 90 from last weeks quiz?!”

Slowly but surely, his classmates started crowding around him, all talking at once. There were “Ohh-I can see the resemblance now!”s and “dude how are you still alive?!”s. Everyone seemed to forget what Shindo was talking about.

(Y/n) stood silent. “You guys...aren’t going to mention it?”

Most everyone stopped talking. Sero stepped forward. “Does it really matter? Your still our classmate, man. Plus, Aizawas your fuckin’ dad.”

Murmurs of agreement mused out from the surrounding crowd of UA students. (Y/n) smiled, attempting to answer every question about him or Aizawa as possible.

Ms Joke whistled from far away. Aizawa sleepily lolled his head towards her away from watching his son carefully, seeing if any students acted rudely in anyway.

“So your class didn’t know he was...y’know.”

“Mm.” Aizawa hummed. “Though, they seem to be more interested in him being my son than him not being ‘born a son’. M’glad that they’re bothering him instead of me. But knowing them, they’ll probably ask me some things after the exam.”

“I’m not meaning this in any mean way, but,” Ms Joke was oddly serious. “How are you so fine with this...change? It’s not like I’m saying it’s wrong, no, but you accepted it rather quickly and his transition happened pretty much overnight.”

“Does it really matter if he’s a boy or a girl or not? He’s still a pain in the ass. You don’t need a specific gender to be a problem child. As long as he’s keeping up with hero training and classes, I don’t really care.”

Aizawas eyes betrayed his words. They were dry, as usual, but they observed his students every move, every word they throw at his kid like he was stalking his prey. Like he was subtly saying “Say one misgendering thing, and I’ll expel you.”

In the end, Aizawa was a big softie. His child was happy, and that was fine by him. And, he’s less to deal with when he’s happy. His words, not mine. Ms Joke sighed, knowing her answer, and faced forward.

“Go out with me!”

“Go to hell.”

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I’m sorry for assigning a ‘dead name’ in this fic; and I’m sorry if this fic was actually a they/them one!! Sincerest apologies :(

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random-fanfic-ideas · 3 years

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Aizawa: “What the fuck did I walk into!”

*Y/N sword fighting with dildos in Lingerie*

Y/N: “It’s either NUT! Or be NUTTED in!”

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karasuno-nikki · 3 years

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Aizawa Arranged Marriage pt.1

You're a young beautiful average college student. You like hanging with your friends and going out and exploring off and on campus. On the other hand, your parents are a bit on the other end of the spectrum. They think you're getting older that you should settle down and get married and have kids, so when you come home for the holiday break, you're being pestered about suitors to marry. You end up just ignoring them until your friend texts you, "what if he's hot?" you consider and then talk to your parents.

You come out of your room and ask your mom for your suitors, and she shows you pictures of a few middle-aged men. You find one particularly attractive he has long black hair and looks decently tall. "who's he?" you ask your mom, and she laughs, "you like him?" you nod, "I'll let him know now go away," she teases. You go back in your room and text your best friend, "I found a guy who's kinda hot 😳😳" they text you back and state that they were right.

A few days pass, and you're enjoying your break seeing a few childhood friends, and your mom calls you to come home. Being the good daughter, you are you bid your friends goodbye and start walking home. Once you're home, you see your parents in the living room and a tall man with tied back black hair and a white button-up. You greet your parents and the man and sit down in the living room. Your dad begins the conversation, "y/n this is Aizawa, Aizawa this is y/n" you say hello to Aizawa "y/n this is the guy you liked" your mom exclaims and gets up with your dad, and they go to their room, leaving you and Aizawa alone.

"so uhh, how are you" you question trying to break the tension "I'm good, and you?" Aizawa replies, and you tell him you're well his voice is deep, and he looks tired, and he has a scar under his right eye, but he seems nice so far "So how old are you y/n? I'm 31," he says, raking his fingers through his raven hair "23 Aizawa-san," you reply quickly "call me Shouta, so I guess I'll tell you a few things about me if that's ok" you nod, and he continues, "so I'm a teacher and a pro hero, and I like cats, nothing much." "you seem cool Shouta, well, I'm a college student, and umm, I like going out!!" "mm, that's nice. You have any questions for me y/n?" you think for a brief moment, "why do you want to get married?" "I mean, I've dated a few times, and I guess I want something more serious, you?" "my parents think I'm getting old," you laugh. "you old? no, you've got your whole life ahead of you." You and Shouta continue to discuss topics and talk for about an hour until your parents check on you, and Shouta leaves. Your initial meeting was good, so you two meet and chat a few more times before you have your heart set on him. your parents contact Shouta, and the wedding is starting to be planned

It's finally your wedding day. You're dressed up beautifully, and your family and friends are here, and Shouta too, the man you've become fond of over this short period. The venue is beautiful, and the wedding begins. You walk down the aisle, and Shouta looks amazing, his long black hair slightly pulled back and in a suit that compliments his muscles and a tie complimenting your dress. You see all of your family and friends as you walk down the aisle and a few of Shouta's friends. Sooner than you realize your right next to him, he's smiling, and the ceremony officially starts. You speak about each other with utter happiness for vows and say your I-do's. you're officially a married couple

Now that you two are now married, it's time for the reception. You and Shouta sit together and chat about little things, he tells you how beautiful you look, and you say to him that he looks amazing. You two drink a bit, eat, and now it's time to cut the cake. it's a beautiful three-layered cake, and you grab Shouta's hand and the knife to cut the cake your first slice together and put the frosting on each other's noses.'

The night shortly comes to an end. Your guests leave you and try to clean up the place before going to your hotel room. Once you both are done, you get into the car and begin driving your shared hotel room.

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multifand0m-gal0re · 3 years

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Adoring you.

Pairing: Aizawa x Reader

Song: Adore you by Harry styles.

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none!

Word count: 499

Summary: Shōta Aizawa had always been lonely and distanced. But now how could he? After all, you do adore him.

Notes at end of chapter.

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“I get so lost inside your eyes”

It wasn’t hard to notice how tired he was, not with the dark circles outlining his bloodshot eyes. But somehow when his eyes met yours, everything seemed to stop. It was as if time itself was being commanded by this man. “You alright there?” The deep timbre of his voice made you jump, not having expected him to notice your staring. “Yeah I’m alright. Uh sorry about that.”

“You don’t have to say you love me”

Shooting him a quick text as he does his late night campus patrols might not have been the greatest idea but at least he saw it. Maybe vaguely confessing your feelings for him over text wasn’t the best idea you’ve ever had. Midnight snickered from where she stood behind you in the teachers lounge, looking over your shoulder to read the texts. “Darling you should really just go tell him how you feel! Wouldn’t that be exciting?!” She asked with a high pitched lilt in her voice as pleasant shivers ran across her body. Midnight always loved the idea of a teacher on teacher relationship, it was just so exciting. Taking her words to heart, you quickly stood up and left the building. As you made your way across he campus, your heart skipped a beat when you saw him. Aizawa was looking at his phone screen, fingers hovering over the keyboard.

“I’d walk through fire for you. Just let me adore you.”

Before giving him a chance to respond you rushed over, planting yourself squarely in front of him. He seemed shocked, his eyes wide as he put his phone down in favour of looking at you. “Look about the texts...” he started slowly, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. “I-I know! Please just give me a chance to explain!” It came out much too eagerly but it was too late to back out now. He seemed to calm down at the idea he didn’t have to speak first as he nodded, putting his hands in his pockets. “Alright. I’m listening.”

“Like it’s the only thing I’ll ever do.”

“I understand if you don’t return my feelings, in fact I’m not asking you to. But life is too short for me to keep this to myself any longer. Aizawa I really like you.” You huffed out quickly, feeling your hands shake as he processed your words. He opened his mouth to say something but decided against it. You could feel tears of embarrassment stinging your eyes, quickly looking away to hide your glassy eyes. “I see. Well I’m sorry to bother you.” Just as quickly as you finished your sentence, his lips were on yours, his calloused hands cupping your face like you were the most precious object on earth. He pulled apart from you and gave an uncharacteristically shy smile. “I feel the same way.” He admitted, trying to ignore how red he knew his cheeks were becoming. Maybe confessing wasn’t such a bad choice.

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Notes: Hello! So this is my first ever song fic! Sorry if it isn’t that good! I would like to say I do not own my hero academia nor do I own the character Shōta Aizawa. I do not own the song adore you. I only own this story!

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