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fluff-n-cookies · 7 months

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soft yan! Dadzawa Head canons

SPOILERS DONUT DO NOT READ also contains light swearing

• Aizawa is the type of person to hold the Cat in his arms So you can pet it, since it's too big for you to hold. it Just makes his Day when he sees the way your eyes light up when you hear the cat start to purr.

• we will also wrap you up in his scarf if you even say it's too cold. (you and Nezu are scarf buds!) Just say the word and he's rolling out the sleeping bag and prepping to make your favorite hot chocolate with the extra whipped cream and cat marsh mallows and we all know he has all your favorite cartoons for the two of you to binge together!

• however, like most things, it's not perfect.

• a good example of this is that Aizawa likes to have you nap on his lap as he is grading papers.

BUT YOU WANT A BEDTIME STORY

and Aizawa tries his best but he will probably come up with a story worthy of being a german fairy tale. (translation: there are no happy endings, sorry.)

BUT AIZAWA IS SMART ... enough

most of the time he ends up reading to you Denki and Mineta's test answers. and by the time he's done you're asleep.

and then his mind starts to wander,

you just remind him so much of Oboro

how you always manage to light up the room with your smile, how you always manage to be pretty Badass yet kind, and how you always care for others so deeply.

he won't let you go, not this time.

some times, he'll lay awake at night sitting on the couch just curled up into a ball just thinking about the future, when he's all old and wrinkly, maybe you'll be a beautiful young lady (oh who am I kidding, ofc your will! some of you are! others are just beautiful!)

then will you leave him?

that's when he gets up to go look at your photo album. from when you were a newborn, to now, when you are a toddler.

that's when he comes to the conclusion, you may older, but he will always be your dad, he will always protect you.

sometimes Eri joins him, and draws hearts around the ones with you and her, or you Aizawa and her.

likes helping you do your hair, braids are his favorite, but he'll do any hair style as long as it's not too hard.

Aizawa loves you, nothing more than that <3

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zentraex · 9 months

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Could u do an arrange/forced marriage of aizawa fic please ❤️ (Maybe mafia AU?)

Thank you so much for this request! This is my first one and it made me so happy! I hope I didn't disappointed you or something like that.

Like always, English is not my first language and German grammar is a lot different than English grammar. So, sorry for any mistakes.

Trigger Warnings: forced marriage, slightly yandere, mentioning of a gun

Also, I got an inspiration for the last few sentences from a picture in Pinterest. So, it wasn't really my idea, but fitted really well.

I hate you

The detailed planning should make you feel like you're floating above clouds. The closer the day gets, the wilder the butterflies should fly in your stomach.

It should be the most beautiful day of your life: your wedding day.

A nightmare. This is a nightmare.

But why is it exactly the opposite for you?

Locked up in your room, the only retreat you had left until now, the day scratched squeaking at your door.

You dreaded this day, so much that the nausea in you grew bigger and bigger.

It is the worst day of your life: your wedding day.

Clack

The shackles around your hands are straining at your wrists. Just...what shackles? The ones you imagine?

How could you end up like this?

Your gaze wanders to the empty seats which are reserved for your parents.

True, they are to blame... Or rather yourself?

When did it all start?

Your family was a normal baker's family, nothing special. You were happy to follow their footsteps and take over the shop later.

You would have had regular customers, 70% of them would have been old seniors, and you would have chatted happily with them. Who knows, maybe that's how you would have found the love of your life?

Your future partner wouldn't have wanted anything big, just a few rolls, but he wouldn't have known which ones. You would have advised him and your way of talking and smiling would have charmed him. He would have come again and then more regularly, and slowly, the two of you would be something more.

You've always raved about it. Who would have thought that this dream turned out to be a nightmare?

Shota Aizawa or Eraser Head as he is called in his mafia group, was actually the one customer, “your true love".

Your parents wanted to have an evening to themselves, so you had to take over the shop.

"Welcome," you smiled. The man in front of you was tall. His black hair was disheveled and hung down to his shoulders. His red eyes were only half open. He looked like he had been through several sleepless nights.

"A few bread rolls."

For a moment, there was silence between you as you waited for him to give a more precise order.

"Which ones and how many?"

His tired eyes wandered through the variety of bread rolls your bakery had to offer.

"Which ones are good?"

A proud grin formed on your lips.

"I'd say they are all of the best quality, but if you ask me what my favorites are, it's definitely the milk bread rolls."

"Yes, then I'll take those."

You almost sighed out loud. What was with that guy?

"And how many?"

His eyes glanced briefly at your smile.

"All of them."

Your eyes widened when you heard this almost absurd order. Unsure, you analyzed the stranger in front of you, only to get a completely serious look in response.

"Okay... do you want another coffee? You look very tired."

"No, the work just gives me a lot of headaches. That's all."

"Oh, I know that only too well! I always catch my parents feeling exhausted after a day full of work."

The man in front of you raised an eyebrow. "Your parents?"

"Yes, they own the store. Normally I just help out, but every now and then I get to take over.

The stranger just nodded.

"So, that would be then..."

Your neighborhood was known for having a dangerous mafia group. There were many reasons why, despite all this, so many lived here. One of the reasons was because the rents weren't too high. Aside from that, it was rather on the edge of the town and therefore there was not really anything going on. The neighborhood was peaceful, if the mafia was left out. Most people were always nice to you and only a few were bullies. But the smiling faces could never hide the fear in the eyes of the people. Many shops had to close out of nowhere and many people disappeared suddenly. You could never be sure if someone was a member of the mafia, as no one dared to reveal their identity.

That's why you didn't recognize him, just like all the other times: the man everyone feared the most.

How could you? Not even the members of the mafia gang themselves knew what their boss looked like.

That's why you always greeted him with the widest smile you've had. First week after week and then day after day. A friendly smile quickly turned into a loving one...

"It's funny how long we've known each other and yet I never got your name."

"It's also the first time you've brought it up, Reader. Do you want to know?"

But there is one thing everyone knew about the boss of the mafia...

"Don't ask if you already know the answer," you answer with a wink.

The name.

„Shota Aizawa.“

Your eyes widened and your breath stuck in your throat.

"W-What? I don't think I got your name right."

Casual as always, he rested his head on his palm and looked at you with a smirk.

„Shota Aizawa.“

Your profuse sweating lasted until he left. Did he mean it as a joke? How could you talk so peacefully with a criminal for so long ?

Even worse, how could you fall in love with someone like that?

Since that day, you had avoided working in the bakery and spent a while in a friend's apartment. Maybe that was the most decisive mistake you made.

"500,000 Dollar or our store closes? What have we done to make it happen to us?"

Nothing. Your parents had absolutely nothing to do with it. It had been your fault that you had bewitched him and then disappeared.

"How are we supposed to get so much money together in three days?"

You had ridden your parents into misfortune.

The three days passed slowly. Your family came to terms with the fact that you can't get the money together and so you all just waited for your end. Shota didn't show up during that time either.

Too your surprise, The boss himself was present at the day of reckoning. This time, Shota was wearing a suit and his hair was styled back. He was bent forward, his arms resting on his knees, and his hands are intervened. Typical for him are his half-open eyes and the corners of his mouth pulled down. Usually it made you smile, at that time it sent shivers down your spine.

"The money?" he asked. During all this, he hadn't even given you a quick glance.

"Unfortunately, we don't have it. You know-", your father couldn't even finish talking, Shota immediately interrupted him with a shot of his gun. Your breath trembled, and your sweat ran down your face continuously.

"I don't want to hear excuses," Shota muttered and sighed. "You know what that means?"

None of you cried or pleaded. You have already finished with your lives three days ago.

"Normally, you have to pay with your life..."

That was true. In the best case, one was allowed to die, otherwise most women became prostitutes and men became slaves. It hit you very badly when one were given the title of a pet. You only heard rumors of how one had to eat dog food.

"But I'm generous today."

A wide grin suddenly spread across Shota's lips.

"Either the two of you," he said, pointing to your parents, "die or you give me your daughter as a bride. You can even help with the planning."

You didn't even have the right of codecision. It was also the last time you saw your parents. As far as you know, they had packed their things and moved…wherever.

While Shota was bursting with satisfaction, your world collapsed.

And this is still the case today.

Why me?

The wedding march in the background, which made you dream of your future in the past, sounds distorted to you, like the music in a horror movie. Even though the walls of the church are colorful, you see them only with a black and white filter.

Why do you progress so fast when you walk as slowly as you can?

Stay away from me, I hate you.

Worst of all, however, is his mangy grin. Everything in you is screaming out to rip it out of his face.

I hate you!

Except for the 4 closest confidants of Shota, there are no other guests. Your parents have received an invitation, but why should they come?

When you arrive at Shota's side, the first tears roll down your face.

"We have gathered today because Shota Aizawa and Reader want to enter into the covenant of marriage. Love..."

Love? What love?

"... endures everything, believes everything, hopes everything, withstands everything. Love never ends."

No, I hate you. I don't want any of this.

"And so, we hope that it will succor you."

Your grip on your bouquet crushes the poor plants.

"So, I ask you, Shota Aizawa, will you honor and love your wife in good and in bad times? So answer with: yes, I do."

I don't want to be honored by you.

"Yes, I do."

No! I hate you!

"And so I ask you, reader, will you honor and love your husband in good and in bad times? So answer with: Yes, I do."

No, I don't want to!

No!

There is silence in the room for a moment. The lump in your throat is too big to get it down all by once. Your silence meets the warning gaze of Shota.

"Yes, I do."

"So now, by virtue of my office, I declare you husband and wife. You are now allowed to kiss the bride."

You assh*le, wretched b*st*rd. Don't touch me with your disgusting lips!

As soon as his lips touch yours, it feels like a plague is spreading throughout your body.

The ring he puts on you weighs tons, at least that's how it feels. Your skin burns underneath.

"Look, now you're officially mine. You can't imagine how long I've been waiting for this moment."

"A cageed animal is not immediately yours. I'll get away from you."

"We'll see."

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thetreefairy · 9 months

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Platonic Aizawa and Present mic where they reader looks like they’re about to having a mental breakdown any second and she doesn’t take her medication. (I just cheek my medication or just don’t take them)

Warnings: mental breakdowns, reader hates meds (like me), forced medicine intake, talks of punishments since she/her pronouns are used in the ask, those will be used. KO-FI

Reader hates her meds, everyone knew it, it was quite obvious. Often their friends in 1-a had to beg them to take her medication. And Reader took her medication so that they wouldn’t tell Aizawa or his partner Hizashi.

Only this time, Hizashi and Aizawa noticed themselves.

“Reader is scared, she had been targeted by Dabi herself, so maybe she simply didn’t notice the way she was acting.” Hizashi told Aizawa, trying to defuse the situation. Aizawa always had the worst yandere tendencies of the two. “Iida told me she didn’t take her meds 5 times this week.” Aizawa hissed at Hizashi. “I am simply going to check if she took them.”

“Reader.” Aizawa tapped Reader’s shoulder, they were in the library. “Aizawa-sensei?” Reader mumbled out. “What is wrong, is there a new mission?”

Aizawa shook his head. “No, did you take your medication?”

Reader chuckled nervously; “So that’s what you want..”

“Did you take them?” Aizawa pressed, Reader shook her head. “They make me feel slow, I need to be on guard right now.”

This was an obvious lie.

“You are completely safe in U.A, and if I remember correctly you have no home visits.” Aizawa stated. “So that excuse is bullshit, follow me.”

“But, I still have to study sensei.”

“You can study later.” Aizawa hissed. “Don’t make me drag you.”

“Fine, fine, I’ll follow you.” Reader mumbled. Aizawa asked Hizashi to follow them as well. “What is this an intervention?” Reader joked when they arrived in the teacher lounge, the place she was usually brought to when she was going to get scolded. She then saw Hizashi pull her meds out.

“You are going to be taking your meds in front of us now.” Hizashi told her gently. “And if you don’t we will have to punish you.” Aizawa interrupted. Reader’s eyes widened; “Excuse me? You guys aren’t my parents!”

“We might as well be.” Hizashi mumbled, and Aizawa nodded in agreement. “Your parents are doing a shit job, letting you skip your medication so much.”

“Hizashi-sensei! How dare you talk about my parents like that!” Reader stood up angrily, and made the movement to walk away. Aizawa grabbed the pill out of his partner’s hand and showed it to Reader. “You better sit down, take your fucking pill and listen to us.”

“Fuck off.” Reader hissed, still angry at how they insulted their parents. Reader started to walk away only to be stopped by Aizawa's capture weapon. Hizashi moved to hold Reader down, cooing at them. “I am not mad at you, don’t worry.” He said as he saw Reader doing their best to get out of his arms. “I will forgive you for swearing at us if you take your meds.”

Reader shook her head, she didn’t want to take her medication. Especially around them, they seemed weirder than usual. And her medication makes her quirk weaker.

Hizashi tried to convince Reader to take it, and when Aizawa finally had enough he opened their mouth and put the pills in her mouth.

Before she could spit them out, he shut her mouth with his hand and closed her nose, forcing her to swallow the pills.

“Assholes.” Reader breathed out when she could speak again. “Now that is no way to speak to us.” Hizashi scolded Reader. “Maybe we should show the police the shit your parents have been pulling then we really will be your parents.”

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animeyanderelover · 7 months

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Another request in case you will close the request in a few hour ! Can I ask for midoriya , hawks , aizawa , shigaraki and shoto ( separate ) with a quirkless darling that is smart ( like really smart , both EQ and IQ ) and she want to make the world a safe place again ( like for everyone , both heroes and villain ? ) by erase all quirk in the world by using all for one ?

I feel like it's been a good while since I've last written for Mha.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, delusion, clinginess, manipulation, isolation, abduction

The world will be a better place

Izuku Midoriya

💚Being quirkless in today’s society is almost an invitation for being made an outcast, Izuku has experienced that for himself. If it wouldn’t have been for All Might choosing him as his successor, he’d still be the quirkless boy from back then. Perhaps it’s his bad experience that makes Midoriya that much more protective over his s/o when he finds out that she’s also quirkless. Even if it may not bother you that much as you’ve accepted this a long time ago, Izuku is still very worried. He seems to be constantly afraid that you’ll be bullied in your everyday life and discriminated. You’re put on a high pedal as your boyfriend/admirer is a worshipper constantly praises you as if assuming that your lack of a quirk would make you feel insecure. You know that he means nothing bad by doing so, it’s today’s society that has brainwashed him into believing you’d feel neglected and different for possessing no quirk. That’s why you have to fix this problem with the quirks.

💚Your exceptional intelligence has always been praised by him. Your smartness makes you special and Izuku never considers your high intelligence as something scary. You’ve never considered telling him about your plans, he’s too big of a fan of heroes to ever let that happen. Instead he finds out via going through your stuff as the obsessive person he is, his hands starting to shake when he reads your notes. He confronts you as soon as he sees you and you stay frighteningly calm whilst witnessing how he slowly loses his composure as you explain to him why you plan to do so, dismissing his arguments as he’s irrational due to being a fanboy, a supporter. A few of your arguments, he understands but Midoriya still has hope for being able to make the situation better, foolish and naïve optimism in your eyes. He gets really upset during the argument as you essentially try to overthrow his entire belief. As much as he loves you, he can’t let you proceed with your plans and even as he restricts you, he claims it to be in your best interest.

Shoto Todoroki

🔥❄️Shoto is very paranoid and overprotective with you. It’s just very rare nowadays to meet someone who doesn’t have a quirk to the point where it’s seen as abnormal and. The curious stares you get when you tell others that you possess no quirk agitate him, the hushed whispers behind your back pitying you nearly make him go mad. It’s so bad for Shoto that at one point he doesn’t want to take you outside anymore and if only if he’s with you so that no one may try to take advantage of your helplessness. Whilst you are very nonchalant about it, Shoto overthinks it and worries enough for the both of you. He just hates how people throw glances your way, neglect and underestimate you or treat you like a rare species all because you have no quirk. He’s protecting you because he loves you on the other hand. That’s what he believes at least until you point casually out that he’s dismissing you as a damsel in distress due to your lack of a quirk too. He argues instantly with you because this isn’t true at all.

🔥❄️But you dismiss his panic, tell him that it isn’t his fault because society has just brainwashed everyone into believing that quirks are a good thing. It’s the first time you’ve spoken up about your own view of things and it disturbs Shoto when you admit that you think quirks should just disappear since it only brings suffering. Obviously he is, poor boy doesn’t know any better after all. He does his best to argue back and counter your arguments but when you mention how his own father abused marriage to create a stronger quirk, he falls silent. You’ve hit the sensitive spot and you’ve done so on purpose. You’re so cruel. Have you always been that way? He’s confused, angry and sad, feels betrayed that you purposely mentioned his own past just to make him shut up. You notice though, warm hands cupping his face as you reassure him that you didn’t mean to hurt him but find it unfair that innocent people like him had to suffer for the greed of stronger quirks. After that day he locks you away in your room, shocked of your belief and unsure how to feel about you but still painfully aware that he needs you.

Aizawa Shouta

💤Aizawa has always known about your critical view on quirks, on heroes and villains and today’s society and both of you have engaged in a couple of heated discussions about it. You don’t possess any quirk of your own yet your genius-like intelligence has scored you a good-earning job and that’s something your boyfriend is proud of. You don’t need any special power to be happy and you pride yourself on that just as much, you’ve never felt insecure or seen yourself as something less. You’ve also made it very clear that you refuse to be coddled over or to be treated like a helpless lamb just because you have no powers so you always point it sharply out to Aizawa the moment he starts acting too protective, unconsciously worrying as he does see you as more defenseless. As much as Aizawa admires your intelligence though, he knows that the sheer level of observation skills and knowledge how to manipulate someone is frightening at times as your words keep him sometimes up at night.

💤The situation escalates between you two when the League of Villains gain more and more prominence and fully breaks when the Paranormal Liberation Front launches it’s attack, devastating Japan and leaving the citizens shattered. Aizawa himself gets injured during the attack and as soon as he’s able to leave the hospital, you inform him of your plan. You’ve had enough, quirks are the worst that ever happened to humanity. Now, your boyfriend has always known about your judgement of quirks but when he hears that you plan to use All For One for your plans, he’s shaken to his bones. That man is more monster than human, you can’t possibly expect to use him for your own purposes. Not to mention that erasing all quirks forever is lunatic. Both of you get into a heated argument where you cruelly throw facts after facts at him, mention how citizens have turned against heroes due to the toxic expectations. At one point Aizawa has to restrict you physically by using his scarf, your disappointed but pitiful look you give him sure to haunt him for a while.

Keigo Takami

🪶This would be a rather difficult relationship because Keigo actively tries to have you take a seat and let him do all the stuff precisely because you have no quirk of your own. Obviously he adores his sweet songbird but he also can't deny that he'd just love it to have you be safe in his house all the time and let him provide for you. His way of thinking collides harshly with yours as you refuse to be treated this way only because he thinks you'd stand no chance against a villain or anyone who would search conflict with you, especially since you are his lover. Both of you butt heads with each other often due to your different ways of thinking and Keigo can't deny that he likes how spunky and fierce you are, he thinks it's cute. At the same time he is genuinely convinced that he's right though, something that you very much hate about him. Still, you tell yourself that he's ultimately just another victim, especially considering how he even became a hero in the first place.

🪶You warn him about All For One and the League of Villains yet he as well as the government believe that everything can still be brought under control which makes you lash out when the Paranormal Liberation Front brings havoc across cities and the reputation of the heroes takes a huge tumble. That's when you propose your idea to Hawks, something you've been thinking about for a while now. You don't expect anything else than his immediate rejection of your idea as he believes that quirks will be the thing that will save them even if it is the complete opposite. How do you even plan to use All For One for your purposes? Do you know what the government would do if they were to find out? He won't listen to you, he won't take you seriously. As always. So you're through with him, willing to leave to do what you have to do. Only that Keigo stops you in your plans, forcefully restricting you, locking you away. He's a bit sorry but he also does what he deems to be the right thing.

Tomura Shigaraki

✋Your relationship with Shigaraki comes to your own advantages, even if kidnapping wasn't plan of it. You manage to shape everything to your own liking as Shigaraki is initially easily manipulated, clingy and bratty around you and greedy for any affection you can give him. Obviously he thinks that he has to protect you considering your own lack of a quirk and you hate that attitude but you deal with it in favor of gaining more information on All For One and his quirk. To your luck the notorious man notices you too because even if you don't have any quirk, your intelligence is outstanding. You were the one who made special gloves so that Shigaraki could touch you without you disintegrating and your own view on society amuses the old man. You're still careful around him as he seems to sense that you have something planned involving him. When the heroes manage to catch and imprison him, you have a small problem, especially since a distraught Shigaraki glues himself to your side more than ever after.

✋Shigaraki himself becomes a problem when he regains his memories and suddenly acts much more mature which means your coddling attempts to manipulate him don't work anymore without him noticing. Instead he addresses you about it with a sudden awareness he didn't have before. You have no choice but to admit to him what you've been planning for a longer while now, stepping cautiously back as if anticipating him to lash out like he has done often before. Yet nothing happens and he only looks at you, although you sense from his body language that he's angry and hurt. When he asks you if you've only used him so far, his hands fidgeting, you decide to be honest with him. Yes, you have been partially using him but you've started fancying him as of recently too, your plans would grant him a normal life too. You're locked away still, you've broken his trust after all. You're not afraid though, well aware that Tomura loves you too much to get rid of you.

#yandere my hero academia #yandere mha #yandere boku no hero academia #yandere bnha #yandere izuku #yandere izuku midoriya #yandere shoto #yandere shoto todoroki #yandere aizawa #yandere aizawa shouta #yandere hawks #yandere keigo #yandere keigo takami #yandere shigaraki #yandere tomura shigaraki

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dovkss · 7 months

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

A+

word count: 2k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Most importantly; none of his students went there.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You were studying the material for his class.

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

He hated rushed work.

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

He respected it.

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

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

His attention wasn't on the papers.

It was on you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I thought you could use some company."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You agreed with a smile on your face.

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

His little secret.

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

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

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

That's why he loved to sleep.

He loved to dream.

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

He'd fallen in love with you.

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

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

But he couldn't lie to himself any longer.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nevertheless, he maintained his stoic demeanor.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Aizawa knew he needed to act sooner than later.

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

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

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

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

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

Out of seemingly nowhere, his obsession reached its peak.

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

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

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

He picked the locked carefully and silently entered your room.

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

Just like he expected.

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

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

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

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

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

You wished that was the least of your worries.

#yandere aizawa #yandere shota aizawa #yandere aizawa shouta #yandere eraserhead #yandere shouta aizawa #yandere bnha #yandere boku no hero academia #yandere my hero academia #yandere mha #bnha headcannons #yandere headcanons #yandere

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theextratreefairy · 1 year

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Cuddles are a must

gender neutral reader

soft yandere Aizawa Shota x reader (edited)

Warnings: Kidnapping, touchstarved reader, punishment mentions, crying, reader has a love-hate relationship with Aizawa right now, reader is autstic (mainly how I handle my own autisme aka masking, I guess very self indulgent) terrible writing, gimme shota advice.

Reader didn't know how to feel anymore, they were kidnapped yet they yearned for Aizawa Shota's touch. But at the same time they want to drop sleeping pills in his food.

Shota was quite aware of this development, Reader is scared of everything and yet wants his attention and shower him with their affection and be showered with affections. Especially after punishments.

"Reader, food is ready!" Shota shouted out into his apartment, Reader was most likely hiding in one of the 'safe' rooms. The 'safe' rooms were rooms that Reader was never punished in, even if they were in those rooms when they broke a rule. Reader dragged themselves into the dining room, looking rather nervous. "Shota-san?" Reader started as Shota set the table. "Yes, love?" Shota hummed. "Can you cuddle me please?"

"We can cuddle while we eat."

And that they did, Reader felt relieved, yes. But they felt unsure as well. "Cuddles are a must." Reader mumbled sleepy as they ate slowly. Shota was rubbing their back slowly while offering them some dumplings while smiling.

It was progess, even if it was small, perhaps he wouldn't have to punish them on every turn again.

"Indeed, cuddles are a must."

@maggiecc

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rottenomelet · 4 months

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warning(s): pet names (kitten), light bondage, creampie, riding, hints of kidnapping.

note: this ended up being wayyy softer than initially planned tbh. i wanted aizawa to do more whoring out but 💀 yuh anyways

pretty pink ribbon // yandere aizawa

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“Come on.”

His voice, as gravelly as always, makes you flinch. You shake a little but try to steel yourself to do as told.

You’re on your knees, legs on either side of his body. Aizawa’s laying down with his head propped on some pillows, his long hair in a messy knot atop his head. You’re both naked - his tip just barely kissing your entrance.

You take one more deep breath before starting to sink down. His tip pops inside all too easily and it makes you near sick - it’s almost like it belonged/ inside of you.

Your wrists flex against your bindings behind your back as you take him inch by inch. Aizawa had your hands tied with a pretty pink ribbon, a mockingly perfect bow on top.

He looks all too happy to lay back and watch you, a lazy little smile on his face as you slowly take his cock inside.

The slide inside is easy, wet. As you take him, inch by tantalizing inch, your cunt feels full. It feels betrayingly good and you struggle to hold back a shiver once you’ve got him completely inside. You pause and try to catch your breath. You just need to calm down, get a grip on yourself.

‘Not turned on, not turned on. This doesn’t make me happy. I hate this man. Remember that he stole you away. God, please don’t cum. Not again.’

Aizawa tilts his hips up a bit, making you yelp. “Start riding, kitten. I don’t have all day.”

You may hate him but you know better than to defy him. Reluctantly, you start to bounce.

You can feel your resolve start to crack at just the first thrust. It feels so good/. Like all your best nerves are in your pussy, and his cock is brushing against every one of them. It doesn’t help that he’s been the only thing inside of you, touching you, for months. Your cunt has practically molded to fit his cock, and his alone.

Your breasts bounce along with you and embarrassingly, you feel his eyes watching them do so. Your fingers twitch but you do nothing to stop his heated gaze on your tits.

His hands go from behind his head to on you in an instant. One on your hip, squeezing, and the other to one of your jumping tits. His calloused fingers massage your boob for a moment before his thumb flicks your pebbled nipple. You moan at the feeling and he smiles.

You stop hopping in exchange for grinding - he can’t feel you up if you’re jumping like a bunny. The realization that you don’t want/ him to stop, that you like those rough hands on your soft tits, is horrifying. But you can hardly think when his tip is brushing that delicious/ spot inside of you.

“You’re so cute like this. All tied up with a bow, just for me.” The hand squeezing your hip travels south and makes it way to your hot mound. “Doesn’t this feel good?”

It’s sad how little coercion it takes for you to nod your head and moan - such a good little girl for him. “Yeah, yeah. Feels so, mmh, so good.”

His thumb reaches your clit now, pressing against it, as his other hand has taken to pinching your sweet nipple. “You like taking a ride on my cock?”

You can feel the pressure building. Oh gods, it’s gonna happen soon -

“I, I love it!” His thumb drives hard circles into your clit and it’s exactly what you needed to spill over. You throw your head back and your hips rock faster as your orgasm comes over you.

Your cunt pulsates and clenches and quivers. In the throes of your orgasm, you feel him thrust into you and cum. Ropes on white paint your walls and that only makes the orgasm sweeter.

You collapse onto his chest. His arms wrap around you, pulling you closer.

You know you’ll come to regret it in the morning, that you’ll cry and claim that you won’t enjoy it next time. You know you’ll go back on those words tomorrow night, when his hands caress your skin and he whispers in your ear. But for now, you’ll rest and listen to the sound of his beating heart.

#boku no hero academia #yandere bnha #yandere aizawa #yandere aizawa shouta #aizawa #aizawa shota #shota aizawa #yandere #yandere my hero academia #yandere aizawa bnha #rottenomelet #yandere bnha headcanon

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artemis32 · 1 year

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platonic yandere aizawa shota i

Platonic dad Aizawa anyone??

Side note - it felt so weird to consciously type out the word diaper, no one can convince me that people actually call it that outside of movies and television

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To be clear, you are most definitely not adopted. I don’t think he’s the type to take on a responsibility like that just out of the blue, at least not willingly.

He cares a lot, sometimes a bit too much, but adopting a child, an infant at that, that’s just too much stress for him. That, and his heart can’t take inevitably growing attached and having something potentially happen to you.

So either you’re his biological child. Maybe from a one night stand (unlikely, again, he’s not the type), maybe a short fling or relationship.

Maybe you’re the daughter of a friend or a family member who passed away. There’s no one else to take care of you, so clearly the logical decision is for him to take you in. Really, he doesn’t have much choice in the matter, and it’s not as if he’s actually adopting you - he’s just your temporary guardian. Temporarily, until you turn eighteen.

Regardless of whether you’re his biological daughter or not, he takes you in and accepts the next eighteen years he’ll have to spend raising you.

Mind you, he himself was quite young when he took custody of you, barely having entered his twenties.

It’s difficult, he has no idea what he’s doing, but he makes it work as best as he can.

****

For the first few years, he tries his hardest to maintain some sort of boundary between the two of you.

There were no prolonged moments of affection - physical, verbal or emotional - nothing more than necessary.

He feeds you, changes your diapers, bathes and clothes you, rocks you to sleep at night. By all rights, he’s the perfect father, the perfect parent. But you lack the affection and love all infants instinctually crave.

It remains that way for a few years, until his cool façade begins crumbling.

The first time it starts cracking is when you experience your firsts - first steps, first words.

Naturally, your first word is Dada. As much as he’d like to deny it, it warms his heart.

It’s not enough to get him to completely warm up to you though. Not yet.

As you grow older though, he begins to experience the anxieties of having a child.

When you fall and scrape your knees, when you run into a wall or table, when someone pushes you over, when you’re in pain or anguish of any kind, you run to your father.

He scoops you up in his arms, cradling you close to his chest, your head either in the crook of his neck or against his chest to hear his heartbeat. He calms your shaking and tears, quelling your fears and comforting you.

No matter how hard he tries, he grows fond of you.

The moment he truly accepted his love for you is forever ingrained into his memory, as if seared into the wrinkles of his brain by a branding iron.

You were still young, no older than four or five.

Preschool was where you spent most of your time during the day while Aizawa was working. He’d been against the idea of hiring a babysitter to care for you in his absence, but it ultimately seemed to be unavoidable.

With summer vacation quickly approaching and a mountain of paperwork and missions piling up faster than he could work through it, Aizawa decided it would be best for him to hire someone to watch over you for a few hours everyday while he worked. The decision was made after weeks, if not months of careful deliberation.

The babysitter he chose was experienced, older and appeared to be relatively trustworthy - enough that he felt comfortable leaving you alone with her. It would only be for three or four weeks, no longer.

She took a liking to you immediately, cooing over your small figure hidden behind Aizawa’s legs as she introduced herself. The first two weeks flowed smoothly. At first you were shy and skittish, but eventually you warmed up to the older woman.

The first and only problem arose during the last week of summer vacation.

Temperatures had been steadily rising throughout the week, nearing an unbearable warmth and humidity. Luckily enough, the apartment building the two of you resided in was airconditioned in the warmer months, so Aizawa didn’t worry about you suffering from heatstroke.

He’d left that morning to the sight of you with sleep mussed hair, still in your pajamas with a large grin on your face as the babysitter announced that you’d be having pancakes for breakfast.

The call had come just after two in the afternoon.

He still remembers the pure panic he felt when he answered the phone and heard the older woman, hiccupping and in tears, try to explain that there had been a fire in the apartment complex and you’d been caught in your room when it had broken out.

Everything she said after that had fallen on deaf ears, the roaring in his head distracting him. He eventually managed to pull himself together, enough to ask which hospital you were currently at.

Half an hour later he was pacing anxiously in the waiting room, heart racing and palms sweating.

The solemn look on the doctors face had very nearly sent him to an early grave, but against all odds, you were fine. Other than some smoke inhalation, you were untouched.

Finer details of the entire situation had come to light a few hours later, but Aizawa had been too caught up in relief to care.

From that moment onwards, he didn’t bother hiding how much he cared for you.

It was almost concerning.

His protective behaviour started slowly at first.

Insisting he’d take care of you, cooking all of your meals, feeding you by hand, walking you to and from school, showing you more affection than he had before.

Of course, you were too young to notice or care, you were just happy he didn’t maintain such a cold relationship anymore.

But others noticed, chalking it up to a parental instinct, his protective nature kicking in after your life was put at risk.

As you got older, his behaviour grew worse.

He’d sternly police what you wore, where you went, how you spent your time and who you spent it with.

You didn’t say anything. After all, for all you knew, his actions were normal for a parent. Besides, it was nice to have his undivided attention after so many years.

His overbearing demeanour pushed away any friends you might have had, but you didn’t mind. Your father was your best friend.

Your father.

Aizawa had proudly claimed that title, not correcting you when you’d let it slip out years prior at the dinner table, thanking him as your father when he’d handed you your dinner.

In fact, he encouraged it over the years, signing off messages and gifts as Your Loving Father.

Really, no one would have imagined that he’d be such a devoted dad.

At the age of fourteen, you sat your father down and told him your greatest desire in life.

“You are not becoming a hero.”

With a few short words, he sent your hopes and dreams tumbling down.

His reasoning was sound, at least to himself. Being a hero wasn’t the safest profession, he didn’t want you getting hurt. He also didn’t want you moving on with your life, finding friends and passions that would lead you out and away from him.

Unfortunately, his word was law in your household, and you accepted his verdict, instead applying to a normal high school close to home, one that didn’t specialize in anything extraordinary, one that aimed at producing normal, safe careers for its students.

Months later, nearly half way through the school year, you finally felt as though you’d grown to accept your father’s decision. You no longer wallowed in disappointment day in and day out.

Ironically enough, the moment you accepted it was the moment your father’s paranoia peaked.

This would be around the time that the students of UA were told to move into on campus dorms, so really, your father’s decision was more out of selfishness than a genuine desire to see you happy, that was just an added extra.

Having students live on campus meant that all of the teachers would have to reside there too, rarely having the opportunity to return home.

When Aizawa realised this, he panicked.

He couldn’t leave you all by yourself, not when he had the option of bringing you with him.

So he took you out to dinner and made the announcement. You would finally be able to attend UA high school.

No, no, not as a student in the hero course, you’d be joining the support course - the safe option.

What he didn’t tell you was that he would have gladly allowed you into the hero course if he was your homeroom teacher - only that wasn’t allowed, both because the hero course was full, and because, as your father, he wasn’t allowed to teach you.

So accepted what he could get, keeping you near him and making you happy.

Thankfully, he managed to twist principal Nezu’s arm, getting permission to have you live with him instead of in the dorms with the other students in your class. The two of you went on as usual, sharing an apartment-like space, him insisting on taking up all of your free time and attention.

On weekends he still took you out if he could, or the two of you would stay indoors. It was almost strange, the way in which he never grew tired of your company.

Both Present Mic and Midnight adore you as well, spoiling you and stealing you away from your father whenever the opportunity presents itself. They also care for you a lot more than what would be considered normal, and they enjoy monopolizing your time just as much as your father does.

It should have been sad - the fact that your only friends were your father and his two closest friends. But you didn’t mind. You enjoyed their company, and you enjoyed your father’s attention and affection (to a degree).

Aizawa realises after a month or two that having you join UA and move to the campus with him was possibly the best thing that could have happened. Not only can he ensure that you’re always safe, he now has an excuse to see you whenever he pleases.

He’ll spend your lunch break with you in the teachers lounge, the two of you sitting on the comfortable couches as he encourages you to eat, asking you about your day so far.

And dragging you out of class when he has a free period? That’s definitely something he’ll do, and the other teachers don’t even care - they think it’s sweet that the two of you have such a strong bond, it isn’t often that a teenager still wants to spend so much time with their father.

You still don’t have many close friends, but you’re slowly getting there. It’s not easy to build solid relationships with people when they see one of the more scary pro-heroes constantly glaring at them from over your shoulder when they talk to you.

Who knows, maybe you’ll meet someone stubborn enough to ignore the death glares and uncomfortable atmosphere.

And if Class 1A ever finds out that their stoic teacher has a daughter?

Poor Aizawa would never know peace again. Neither would you, but that’s another story.

#yandere #dark content #female reader #bnha #mha #platonic #aizawa shota #platonic yandere #yandere aizawa shouta #father aizawa #platonic aizawa x reader #platonic yandere aizawa x reader

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i-cant-sing · 1 year

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You know who would be homophobic to their yandere?

Teen reader being kidnapped byvolatonic yandere dads (Erasermic or DabiHawks).

Like you're telling me that you wouldn't honestly yell every slur in the book and be anti LGBQT the moment you find out that your "supposed caregivers" that took you in were actually the reason why your loving family/mom/dad was DEAD (for Erasermic au) or falsely imprisoned in jail for life (for DabiHawks au).

Yeah, I don't buy that.

Now I'm imagining yandere parents becoming very concerned for you because "murder is fine, but homophobia? NOT UNDER OUR ROOF!" and start whatever the opposite of conversion therapy is for you.

But like what would they actually do??? MMe you read brochures? Books? Maybe if it's DabiHawks, they'd definitely go for reading you those storybooks for kids that promote the gay dads ( Hawks going "the question shouldn't be why do you have 2 dads?! It should be why not 3-!" With Dabi bonking him on the head because for the umpteenth time keigo brought up fucking Enji.). If its Erasermic, I can see Aizawa ignoring you whenever you're behaving like this and giving you whole ass lectures on why it's not OK to be homophobic, while Hizashi is fully convinced that you're acting like this because you're afraid to come out of the closet yourself and now he's trying very hard to make you come out, which doesn't matter in the long run because he and Aizawa ain't allowing you to date anyone, period.

#yandere bnha #bnha headcanons #yandere mha #bnha imagines #yandere dabi #yandere hawks x reader #yandere hawks #yandere erasermic x reader #yandere erasermic #yandere aizawa shouta #yandere aizawa x reader #yandere aizawa #yandere present mic #yandere present mic x reader

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 2 months

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Yandere V + H: Aizawa Shouta and Hizashi Yamada

These two are the villains and you the henchman

A couple of villains perfectly prepared to take on the army of heroes

You’re probably one of many

Hundreds of henchmen under the villains are meant to be nameless and faceless

Just a pair of helping hands to whatever scheme these two seem to come across

“Sirs! I have something important to report!”

“WHAT!? What’s the matter?”

“Out with it! Tell us, then.”

“Mittens…she…”

“Our cat? Oh yeah, you took her to the vet, right? So what’s the matter?”

“She…”

“Go on! We can take it!”

“She’s…”

“...”

“She’s pregnant!”

“Eureka!!” “So, my suspicions were correct.”

“Congratulations! I’ve brought a cake to celebrate, the awesome news!”

"Wow that's awesome of you!" "Thank you, (Y/n)."

It's your focus on them as people that make them realize your worth

Unlike your coworkers who easily clock out the moment their hours are enough, you stay

Always asking if they’ve eaten, drunk enough water, or if they’ve been able to get to their laundry this week

First, its a key to their private home just to feed the cats

But then it's a meal plan of what they’ll want for dinner

Then the type of detergent for their clothes

And at this rate, they should will just start moving you into their guest bedroom

You’ve just become such an important part of their lives they can’t imagine their lives or their villainy without you:

Shota did a double take at the mass of eager minions he was prepared to lead. Not seeing a familiar face smiling and saluting among them. It would be unnerving if he didn’t remember that there were chores that he and Yamada assigned; it’d be safe to assume that’s where you there.

“Uhm babe, did you see (Y/n) on the cameras?”

“No, but I was going to. Did you?”

“Yeah…”

A look of worry and unease was on Yamada’s face, he pulled out his phone pulled up the feed of multiple cameras, and turned the screen to his significant other who had a bad feeling. The feed was clear, and a video of the cats and kittens walking around the house was sped up as the hours continued on. The speed-up footage seemed to slow as you stumbled into the room, wobbling haphazardly as the felines crowded around you as you prepared their food. He watched as you jerked and jumped to what seemed like sneezing. You eventually left but the thought of your state alone was upsetting.

“They’re…sick.”

“Yeah, but what’s worse they didn’t even say anything to me! What about you?”

“No.”

The couple grew silent, enveloped in an unnerved feeling as they looked at their beloved henchman through the screen. Shota was the first to look away, reaching for a device on his belt that held a blinking moving dot. He noted the time on his watch, humming to himself as he adjusted his cape.

“We’ve got time to catch our kitten, but we must be quick.”

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You felt despicable. More than your stuffy nose and rising temperature, you felt despicable with yourself. For getting yourself sick in the first place. How could you be the best henchman you could if your body wasn’t working correctly? It made you feel even worse.

You couldn’t properly serve the couple after they so lovingly offer for you to stay in their home. Granted they were awfully adamant about that going so far as to start moving your clothes and other things into the guest room in their house. But who were you to question their kindness when you were just a mere stepping stool to their villainous success?

Deep down you couldn’t help but let your insipid doubts creep in. Like why your heart beat so fast when you walked in to find the couple going through your fridge. Or when the couple send an uplifting photo of your ex being waterboarded. It shouldn’t strike fear into your heart that your employers were so involved. You were being ungrateful. That’s what got you sick. Your unwillingness to let them further involve themselves in your life is to blame for the weakness in your immune system. You’re not sick from stress…right?

“Here’s your medicine! Hope you get better hun!”

“Thanks, miss.”

Thanking the old woman as you retrieved your medication from over the counter. Trudging out the pharmacy you planned to begin the long trek back home. Completely unaware of a flashy hero stopping their route to slowly float next to you.

“Oh troubled citizen! May I be of assistance?”

The loud question grated your ears as you refused to focus on anything other than keeping awake.

“No. Go away.”

“But dear citizen I cannot for you seem to need help!”

You groaned at their insistence reminded of the enemy your employers were especially not fond of…infact—You finally looked with familiarized malice at the shining mass and recognizable hair at the hovering super-powered individual.

“You’re that one hero…aren’t you?”

“So you know of me? Good! Then you have the honor of being under my care!”

“We don’t think so.”

The monotone and distorted voice of The Eraser had you both looking up at the villains in shocked stupor. Both were fully decked out in their villain armor menacingly standing still in broad daylight. The Mic was uncharacteristically silent further upsetting your already flipping stomach. It didn’t seem that the hero felt any semblance of that though.

“You two? My it seems you have the most uncanny sense for where I am! Perhaps you’re stalking me?”

You could tell he was rolling his eyes under his visor but the villain still reached a gloved hand out to you.

“(Y/n) come with me, I’ll be taking you to our home, now.”

You didn’t know why your feet weren’t moving or why your hands shook as you reached out. Or why your heart was pumping so fast. Perhaps that was why you let the hero put an arm out in front of you as he lightly shoved you further behind his back.

“Do not hark their villainous temptations (MY/n)! They only wish to unsettle me with a hostage–”

His heroic declarations were interrupted by the sudden closeness of The Mic their speaker enhanced mouthpiece dangerously close to their exposed ear.

“Don’t you dare touch them!”

The hero cringed further keeping you behind him as he backed up. Holding the side of his head he swung it back and forth between the villains. With an unexpected battle cry he opened his palms towards the villains before frantically shaking it when he found no reaction.

“W-what is this?! Why can’t I–?”

“Did you forget who you were fighting? Idiot.”

“Wellll the idiot is realizing just how much of a moron he is maybe we’ll grant some mercy.”

“M-mercy?”

“Yup you give us our lovely (Y/n)! And we won’t immediately squash you to bits!”

“Immediately?”

“Do I hafta keep repeating myself? Just give us the kitten we’ll be up on and on our way! Okay?”

“That is until we return to beat you to a bloody pulp for so much as talking to them. See (Y/n) this is why you should just stay home, it just means more carnage for everyone else. Besides you’re so sick I bet you can’t even think straight, come home (Y/n).”

“Yeah precious how about we just go home…”

“You want watch us obliterate him would you?”

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fluff-n-cookies · 7 months

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Dadzawa with an autistic reader

the perfect pair <3

@inkslayer this is for you.

based of this comment I was given

Aizawa cares about you SO. FREAKING. MUCH!

he definitely encourages you to take your medicine. he just wants his baby to be happy n' healthy D:

we will also get soundproofing for your door, and will sometimes turn down the TV tell PresentMic to shut up and if he can, he will put on headphones so you can focus.

SPEAKING OF HEADPHONES

hes getting you the BEST headphones money can buy NO HESITATION.

as an old man, he likes his books and if you like them and listen to Audio books he will get you the comfiest, the most soundproof, the- I DON"T EVEN KNOW THEY ARE THAT GOOD.

but as a yandere, he would encourage you to stay in his room to listen to them as he is grading papers.

and I feel like Aizawa also hates tags on clothes, he just finds them annoying.

so we all know that he's ringing up this support hero team to get them to put together the comfiest clothes they can.

and it's tailored to your exact body shape and preferences so needn't you worry about it fitting.

and you will just find Aizawa outside your doorway awkwardly holding your clothes all like "here, for u"

he also tries not to use any strong spices or shampoo (but he all know that he does not shower no matter what) and he tries to keep you away from the smells you don't like.

but you know what? platonic overhaul would probably make you wear a bird mask to keep the smells out.

if anyone is seeing this please send platonic overhaul asks I'm bored.

and Inkslayer I hoped you liked it! not my best writing but i tried my best.

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bluemoondust · 2 years

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✧Feeling Unloved✧

Man... The original request was eaten, but it went along the lines of Darling acting like a brat because of the lack of attention from these characters. Anyways, I hope you enjoy!

Side Note: Darling,,, back at it again with this behavior smh— anyways, this takes place somewhat within being kidnapped.

Warning(s): Post Kidnapping, Mentions of Punishment (isolation), Slight Stockholm Syndrome(?)

✧Aizawa Shouta/Eraserhead✧

The man is very aware that his choice of actions are not ideal nor are they something a person would do to someone they care for. However, do you really have to be so difficult about it? Aizawa understands that you could be doing this to show defiance towards his actions while stuck here. He'll let you take out your anger/hurt/betrayal, whatever you were feeling for a bit so you could settle. When you don't show any signs of relenting, he gives out a heavy sigh. Playing nice is not really cutting it, huh?

Honestly, if you prevent him getting any sleep before he has to go in for hero work, there will be problems. Aizawa has some level of patience, but each act of disobedience strains it each time. He gives you chances. Three strikes and you will have to be punished accordingly. No, he doesn't care that he's treating you like a child. You're acting like one, so he's only treating as such. You have no room to complain.

When he figures out why you're like this, he'll sigh in irritation but at least now he knows how to solve this. You didn't have to make such a fuss about this. All you could've done was tell him straight up and he would have done something about it. Sure, he may seem apathetic and distant, but Aizawa can say from the bottom of his heart that he loves you deeply. He doesn't show it, but it's apparent when he cooks for you, makes sure you're well rested, bathed, clothed and so on. Aizawa will enter the room he put you in for your punishment. First, he will scold you for the behavior you displayed but then some needed reassurance will be given. He wants you to know that he cares despite everything else.

✧Midoriya Izuku/Deku✧

Midoriya would be fast to pick up on why his darling is acting this way. Though beforehand he's semi-confused to your behavior. He understands, yes, he took you against your will but he couldn't help it! This way, you're somewhere he knows of. Giving him peace of mind while he's out on his rounds as a pro hero. He'll be gentle with his approach, asking what's wrong and how he can fix things. Even with such a situation as this, Midoriya would like for you to be comfortable while you're in his home.

His reaction to your bratty behavior is god level patience. Sure, sometimes people do annoy him, but he can definitely handle whatever you dish out. If you start insulting him or throwing rude comments, he'll be hurt. Midoriya tries to guilt trip you into apologizing for what you said, but if you continue with the attitude... Well, he will have to get a little more stern. You can definitely tell from his tone that he's upset with you, even if it doesn't show.

Finding out why you're like this? Okay, it makes more sense and he might forgive you immediately. That only depends on how bad you were, of course. Midoriya lightly scolds you, stating that you should have just been forward with what you wanted. Though, he feels bad. Has his job as a pro hero left you neglected? He fully believes that he's done his absolute best in showing how much he loves you. Memorizing everything about you, knowing where you lived, always being there to comfort you when no one else would—did you need more? It would make it seem like his darling is being selfish here since Midoriya always puts his all into his efforts for the people he cares for.

✧Amajiki Tamaki/Suneater✧

Yeah, Amajiki just shuts down when you display this attitude towards him. He's feeling immense guilt and apologies everytime he looks or speaks to you. Though he knows deep down that doing such won't change what he's done. Honestly, he lets you insult him as much as you see fit, as he deems it to be a way to get back at him. Tamaki knows he's terrible for taking you away, so it's fine. However, your words don't sting any less. The moment where he would take any time to think that maybe your behavior is stemmed from something deeper is when he notices that you act up especially when he's about to leave for hero work.

He... He thought you hated him. No, you probably do. You're just making a fuss when he leaves because you're glad he'll be away from you. The thought destroys his feelings, he wants to cry in anguish. But it's strange that it doesn't seem like you're driving him away. If you're curious to how Tamaki deals with this behavior... He doesn't. He gives you space and just sits in a corner to wallow in his guilt and shame. Of course he won't neglect the basic necessities for you such as food, water, entertainment, and a bed to sleep on but he purposely avoids you during this time.

He's extremely shocked when he figures everything out... And then he feels awful. How could have been so blind? You were in desperate need love and assurance but all he acted was selfish as he lingered onto his crippling emotions. It broke his heart that you didn't think he loved you. Again, he apologizes to you, promising that he'll make things better. If you'll let him. Tamaki still believes he is an awful person but finding out that you acted out due to lack of attention, he a little less hard on himself. He will try to be more affectionate, though it makes him extremely flustered to do so. However, if it's for you, then Tamaki will try. He really does love you and doesn't want you to believe otherwise.

#yandere imagines #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere bnha #yandere mha #yandere boku no hero academia #yandere my hero academia #yandere aizawa shouta #yandere midoriya izuku #yandere amajiki tamaki #yandere bnha x reader #yandere bnha imagines #yandere aizawa x reader #yandere aizawa #yandere midoriya x reader #yandere midoriya #yandere tamaki amajiki #yandere tamaki amajiki x reader #yandere tamaki x reader

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thetreefairy · 1 year

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Platonic Aizawa and Present mic reaction to reader walking to the dorms with Shinso and find this weird slimy plant thing and what’s to keep it(I be trying to bring weird shit home)

(I was looking at Pinterest and I see the most funniest face of Aizawa and Mic made and I can’t get it out my head)

I love this idea, sorry that's late, I am still studying. and hehe its kinda short af.

so this is one of those reaction thingies

just pure fluff but I suppose a slimy plant can be a warning?

Reader and shinso walking to the dorms, carrying snacks and some boba.

Well mainly Shinso is carrying the snacks, since he's an overprotective bitch.

While the two were walking, Shinso was ranting on why they should allow cats in the dorms.

*Reader sees plant, and goes to pick it up, it kind looks like a slime monster*

"You are coming home with me."

*Reader grinned with a smile, and shinso couldn't disagree and let them take the plant.*

*Aizawa however looked at the plant went he went to do a dormcheck and screamed, causin Hizahi to see wtf is going on and he screamed as well. Almost activating his quirk until Reader calmed his ass down*

"This is now my friend!"

yeah maybe they should let you get real friends.

Im sorry that this is so shitty, I am currently working on other requests and a line out for p.2 from the y!shigaraki x reader x y!platonic!Erasermic.

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adminbryantsaki · 9 months

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Alone at night

Yandere! Shouta Aizawa x Reader.

(I do not own Shouta Aizawa/ Eraserhead. He belongs to Horikoshi Kohei. If this isn’t your cup of tea, blend of spices, or brew of coffee, Move on. Reader discretion is advised. If you see someone with Yandere tendencies in real life, call the police immediately as it’s a giant red flag and can be dangerous)

TW: Yandere situation, stalking, Walking alone at night, mention of injury/murd3r

WC: 1,400

You wrapped up your task on your laptop before shutting it down and sliding the device into your backpack. You slung the pack over your shoulder and headed to clock out for the day and head home. you bumped into your co-worker before making it to the door and you apologized for being so clumsy and headed out the door, as you were walking through the streets to get to the bus stop that would take you home, you had the uncomfortable feeling that someone was following you so you turned to see if there was anyone suspicious following you to the bus terminal.

You noticed a strange-looking man wearing a dark hoodie and pants, with his hands in the pocket of his hoodie, but he was following you, keeping his distance from you, but keeping track of you. You took a seat at the bus terminal, waiting for your bus to arrive, hoping that you would lose the strange man following you, thinking that he would get on a different bus.

Oh, you were you wrong when the bus arrived that would take you home, the strange man boarded only a few people after you did and sat down a few seats behind you. You were tense and tried to distract yourself by looking out the window to watch the buildings and other cars pass by. You noticed the buss approaching your neighborhood and you pulled a string to notify the driver that you wanted to stop, you chose to get off a stop that was only a little longer of a walk to your house but you wanted to try and evade your stalker. You got off and noticed the man get off as well and begin to follow you. You took detours to try and lose the man but you couldn’t shake him. You thought of going into a nearby bar and asking for help but you were tired and decided to go home and call the police incase anything worse happened.

Upon entering your home, you immediately locked the door and went to your room to change out of your work clothes as you thought back to your observations to the man who was following you. There seemed to be something familiar about him, but you couldn’t put your finger on it. Sending those thoughts out of your mind, you changed into your pjs, not aware of the window that had been opened in your absence. You settled on your couch with a bottle of your favorite fizzy drink and turned on the Tv to a movie that you decided to unwind to.

Some time passed and you heard something knock over in another room, making you stand up and arm yourself with the nearest blunt object and your phone which you quickly dialed the authorities. You walked slowly and quietly to the part of your house where you heard the noise come from and you peeked into the room. The strange man who had been stalking you earlier was in the room, searching for you. You had stayed quiet until someone on the phone responded asking if you were there. This alerted the man and he went to the door and found you, frozen in fear, holding your phone. He smiled and pulled you close.

“There you are. I’ve been waiting for this moment forever, Y/n.” He spoke and pulled you into the living room and had you sit back down in your couch. “Who are you? Why are you here? What do you want with me?” You asked as you watched him walk in front of you, pull a chair over, and sit in front of you. He looked up at you and you finally got a good look at his face. He was pale, having dark stubble lining his jawline, dark eyes that looked exhausted and rimmed by dark circles that told you that he lacked sleep. He also had shoulder-length wavy black hair that framed his face and two scars, one that was in a crescent shape under his right eye and a vertical scar that intersected with the horizontal scar. “Do you not recognize me, Y/n? We went to high school together and we were in the same class.” He spoke, leaning forward slightly in desperation to get you to try and remember him. You thought for a moment, thinking back to your years in high school and trying to remember someone that looked like him. Coming up with nothing, you shook your head no in response to the man in front of you. “You must remember me. Do you not remember the letters and flowers left in your locker? Or finding an item that you had misplaced one day and magically turned up the next? That was me. I left those things for you there. I made sure you were paid attention to and cared for. I even followed you when you graduated and followed you into your field of work so I could still be around you. Do you not understand this, Y/n?” He asked.

You remembered the love letters and flowers found in your locker or at your desk… sometimes even in the locker room after gym class. You remembered getting your job and a week or two later, seeing that this man in front of you arrived at your same job, that’s when more of the notes and small presents containing your favorite treat or snack appearing at your desk. Your eyes widened and you backed away from him, scared of what he might do next. “I-I do remember you now. You stalked me on the way home from school, you left things in my locker in the bathroom after gym, you left me small presents on my desk containing creepy notes in them. Also following me to work? That’s even more creepy. You should have pursued what you wanted instead of stalking me wherever I go.” You told him and stood up from your seat but he grabbed your wrist. “Sit back down,” He growled. “You’re not going anywhere until I say it’s alright for you to leave.” He added and you sat back down and he let go of your wrist. He had gripped it hard and it hurt a little. His whole demeanor had changed. “You owe me for all the years you didn’t recognize me. You owe me a relationship that we never had… Do you remember what happened to your boyfriends about a week after you started dating them?” He asked. “They got beaten up badly with broken bones. They ended up in the hospital and were never the same again… Oh my god, was that you that beat them up?” You asked as you put a hand to your mouth.

“Yes, it was. I need to get them out of the way so I could have a clear path to you. But you still never bat an eye at me, you just picked the next person that caught your interest to date. Because you picked them is why they became my targets. They could have been spared if you only picked me, Y/n.” He said in a menacing tone. You looked at him in fear and his expression softened. “What’s wrong? Did I scare you? I didn’t mean to scare you. But I am right. You could have saved them… but you didn’t, so now you’re stuck with me. Tomorrow, we will head into work and you will say nothing referring to what has happened tonight. I’ll slowly move in with you and we will live happily. I’ll keep you safe from those who wish to harm you and I’ll help care for you with whatever you need. Understand?” He spoke. You slowly nodded and he smiled, taking your hands in his and he kissed your forehead.

“I-I never got your name, what is it?” You stuttered. “My name is Shouta. Shouta Aizawa.” He spoke.

The end?

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