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PLAY DATE (CHERRY)— aizawa shouta x male reader

wc: ~6.5k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Owner of Eraserhead Industries.

Huh.

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

‘When can I start?’

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

‘The sooner the better.’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Do you drink?”

“…No?”

“Do you plan to?”

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

“No.”

You make sure to sound more confident this time.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Eri? Your daughter?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Does that mean—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Admittedly, you kinda miss him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Is your crush on her father really that obvious?

“Oh, Eri, that’s—”

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

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

Instead, he’s stalking forward.

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

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

“What? Noth—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I got it.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No—!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Won’t fit—”

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

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

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

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

From the… Start?

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

You look pathetic and ruined.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“‘Zawa…”

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

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

“Let Daddy take care of you.”

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mintmatcha · 13 days

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Inevitable Things: chapter five

Aizawa x reader fic

cw: cisfem reader, no quirks, office au, miscommunications, slow burn. full tags available on AO3 (linked in masterlist)

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Fridays are the only day you carve out time for lunch. Less than coincidentally, Fridays are also the only day lunch is catered.

“Here-” Izuku jams his bowl of take out into Katsuki’s face. “Does it smell like there’s peanuts in here?”

Bakugo Katsuki, Izuku’s fiance, is only half as ornery as he looks. A premature wrinkle has formed in between his brows, a sign of his almost constant annoyance. His straw colored hair is a sharp contrast to his deep red eyes, currently narrowed in disgust.

“Get this shit out of my fucking face,” he groans. “I’m not a fucking allergy alert dog-- I can’t smell peanuts.”

“To be fair-” Ochako interjects through a mouthful. She’s the opposite of Katsuki: dark hair, round eyes, a smile so sweet that it makes your teeth hurt. Her cheeks are always flushed, spots of broken blood vessels spattered like freckles. “Peanuts do have a smell.”

“Did you ask him to smell for penis?” Denki says, too loud to be genuine. “Kind of homophobic to ask a gay guy that.”

Both men give him identical deadpan stares.

“That’s just his fucking country-ass accent.” Katsuki brushes Denki off and turns back to the curly haired man. “Why would chicken have peanuts in it anyway?”

“The o’l.” Izuku stresses.

“The what?”

“Some places use peanut o’l.”

“Say oil.”

Izuku sneers a bit in return, smoothing out the curves of his accent. “Oy-I’ll.”

“Jesus christ, I’m marrying a hick.” Katsuki leans back in his chair and meets your eye with a jerk of his chin. “Can you believe this?”

You snap back into focus. Your own lunch is untouched, fork still in its little plastic wrapper. Hunger nips at your stomach, but nausea wins over today. The cafeteria isn’t very busy, but in the next couple minutes everyone will start pouring in. The lot of you arrived early to get the best seating-- a little couch and coffee table in the corner, a perfect place to eat and people watch.

“Oh, yeah, uh- Izuku, they have an allergen free option.”

“Well, yeah, but-” He tilts his head as he talks, watching you with those wide, green eyes, like he sees something just below the surface. “It doesn't have chicken-- are you good?”

“Me?”

“Yeah, you.” Katsuki fingers a piece of Izuku’s food and pops it into his mouth, much to the man’s dismay. “You’ve been making that sad little face all day.”

You pout a bit harder at that. Shit-- you thought you were being subtle. You haven’t been able to walk this whole Aizawa thing off yet, despite all of your attempts. No amount of emails, meetings, and other petty office bullshit managed to distract you from the absolute shock and humiliation of… whatever that was.

Embarrassment.

Embarrassment? You’re certainly not the prettiest girl in the office, but embarrassing? That makes your gums ache, like a punch to the nose, and it makes you feel dirty, like the fall to the ground afterwards.

“You’re doing it again.” Ochako points to your face and it’s apparently sadness. “What’s going on?”

You hem a bit, before condensing it the best you can.

“I’m having issues with a guy.” What an understatement.

A collective glance is shared between the group.

“Touya again?”

Again, Touya haunts a room he’s never been in. You debate what to say. If you admit to it being someone new, they might start sniffing around and jump to conclusions-- though Aizawa would certainly be the last assumption they would make, you still can’t risk it. Besides, you don’t need a gaggle of 23 year olds dissecting your every move. They’re going to jump to some stupid conclusion, like you’re dating Toshinori, if you aren’t careful.

“Yeah, it’s Touya,” you lie, as sheepishly as you can. “Oops.”

“Jesus Fucking Christ.” Katsuki rolls his eyes so hard that you imagine his brain must hurt. “Again?”

“Shh, just tell us what happened,” Izuku urges, elbowing his partner rather sharply.

“I don't know where I stand with him. It's so-- Ugh, I thought things were going to start going well and then it was just ice cold.” You press your palms into your eyes and sigh. The pressure feels good and helps with the remnants of your hangover. You need an electrolyte drink, stat. Maybe another fucking drink too. “And I’m not even sure why I’m surprised because it’s ice cold a lot.”

When you look up, Ochako is offering a hand, palm up and open. When you take it, she giggles a bit, squeezing gently.

“I think you need to prioritize yourself.”

Denki nods in agreement, cheeks stuffed with food. He’s finished his meal and started stabbing bits of yours. You just push the whole bowl towards him in defeat and slump down into the couch.

“Stop giving men who treat you poorly the time of day.” Ochako says. “When you let them in again and again, you’re basically, like, giving them permission to do this stuff.”

“Yeah!” Denki says through a mouthful. “Cut that fucker off! Don’t even talk to him!”

“Oh, I dunno--” You glance between them. “I think that’d be mean.”

Conflict makes your head spin. It’s so much easier to roll over and take whatever people give you, negative or otherwise. It’s what made your relationship with Touya work-- and it’s what’s allowed you to stay in this job for so long.

“Good!” Denki says. “He deserves it.”

“You deserve to be a little mean and a little angry when people treat you poorly.” She smiles again, wider this time. “Grow some balls. Stand up for yourself.”

“Yeah! Balls!” Denki agrees.

You suck on your bottom lip and turn the idea over in your head. Are you even angry at Aizawa? Or just hurt and confused? Right now, those things may as well be the same thing-- they certainly burn the same in your chest. Cruelty isn’t your usual indulgence…

But it’s someone else’s.

“What do you think?” You turn to Katsuki, who’s been scrolling through twitter for a bit now. His face doesn’t change when he speaks, locked into a general annoyance.

“I think you should kill that fucker.”

You turn to Izuku, the rational one of the couple. He shrugs, straw in mouth and completely unamused.

“Oh, I also think you should kill him,” he says, tone matching Katsuki’s.

Not helpful.

“Listen--” Katsuki leans forward, elbows on his spread knees. He uses a fork to articulate as he speaks. “I’m the expert on being a cunt-”

“-we don’t use that word!” Ochako grimaces.

“And it’s the most freeing and addictive thing you can be.” The tongs of the fork point directly towards you, as sharp as his gaze. “More people should be cunts more often. The world would be a happier place.”

Ochako gasps. “I don’t agree with that at all!”

“Oh please, miss goody-goody,” Katsuki sneers. “You wouldn't need to go to kickboxing five times a week if you let your anger out day to day like a normal motherfucker.”

The girl of the group puffs out her cheeks, but does not argue back. Izuku pats her shoulder affectionately. His food is still untouched, but his free hand guards it from Denki.

“I'm telling you. Try it out. You’ll like it.” Katsuki leans back into his seat. “Or don't. Your life.”

“Question-” The other blonde pipes up. “Did you, like, do something?”

“Kaminari!”

“I mean, like, was there a catalyst?” “A fight or a date or-?”

You know exactly what drives Touya away everytime, but Aizawa is a new beast. Did you breathe wrong or--

“Oh, I uh,” A realization hits you. “I ignored a couple texts, I guess.”

Suddenly, you’re very aware of the outline of your phone and how it presses into your pocket. If there wasn’t a chance of you flashing the group pictures of their boss, you’d check it immediately, but you can’t mentally handle the risk.

“What an overreaction,” Ochako sighs. “Dump him forever and move on-- Mr. Hizashi and his wife-”

“We aren’t like that.” Ugh. You love Hizashi, but the trio relationship isn’t your speed. “Besides, I don’t like blondes.”

The two toe-heads of the group roll their eyes in a practiced synchrony. Ochako’s smile changes a little bit, something tighter and brighter; is she excited that you aren’t interested? Interesting and a bit gross: she’s too young for that. They’re more than ten years older than her-

(How old is Aizawa? He went to school with Hizashi, so he’s at least 38-- but you could have sworn there were whispers of his fortieth last year. You’ll have to snoop.)

“We’re in agreement. Be a cunt, move on. The end.” Katsuki turns away from you, done with this topic. “Izuku, just fucking eat it already.”

The boy takes a deep breath and runs his fingers through his curly hair. “Well, alright, but if I get hives, you’re the one who has to deal with me.”

…

Be mean.

You’re written it on a sticky note and placed it under your computer monitor, like some sort of fucked up mantra. The mere idea of it feels antithetical to who you are at your core; you enjoy helping people, you love making the world better. That’s why you work like a dog for the company-- you know it’s improving the lives of its customers. If Toshinori wasn’t sick, you know he’d be doing even more too.

On the other hand, being nice has led to your own detriment many times. Touya has hurt you, your parents, and now even Aizawa. And you can’t even blame Aizawa, can you? Texting him was your mistake--

You rest your forehead against your desk. There’s still a sticky spot from when you spilled your coffee yesterday. God, yesterday feels so close and yet so far away. How does a man yoyo between yelling at you, sending you his weiner, then telling you that you’re embarrassing? The idea of ‘always wanted you’ goes flying out the window.

Just as you try and put yourself to work, you hear it. The familiar lopsided stomp. Fuck, it’s him, probably looking for his afternoon coffee. He’s been by much less than usual, a fact you’re very grateful for, so you haven’t even thought about the pot since before lunch. You glance over and see it’s empty. Crap.

As you start to get up, the sticky note catches your eye again. Be mean. That’s right. Why are you popping out of your chair for this, this, this--- total fucking cunt? Your chair squeaks with the force you sit down with. You try to embody Katsuki with your face - furrowing your brow and yet keeping your mouth unaffected-- and your worst nightmare turns the corner.

You keep typing and hope Aizawa doesn't notice that it's the same words over and over again, hit in the same rhythm. P-e-a-n-u-t-O-i-l P-e-a-n-u-t-O-i-l P-e-a-n-u-t-O-i-l P-e-a-n-u-t-O-i-l. He waits a long moment, then clears his throat louder. You don't gift him your attention until he grumbles something under his breath, shifting his weight on to his other leg. Just as he begins to say something, you interject.

“I had more important things to focus on,” you lie. “You can figure out how to brew coffee, Mr.// Engineer.”

You throw in that last bit without thinking, but the bite rolls so easily off of your tongue. It’s nothing like your usual tone, but it feels so, so right. From the corner of your vision you can see his literally reel back, blinking hard,

“That’s how it’s going to be?”

You don’t respond. P-e-a-n-u-t-O-i-l P-e-a-n-u-t-O-i-l P-e-a-n-u-t-O-i-l P-e-a-n-u-t-O-i-l. Your fingers shake from the adrenaline boost. Ochako was right; don't even give this man the time of day.

“It's going to be like that?” He yanks the pot from its stand. “Fine.”

You have to muster all of willpower not to grin as he starts slamming open the drawers and scrounging around for supplies. It takes a whole ten minutes before he presses brew, then another five before the pot is almost half full. The whole time he grumbles to himself, leaning his whole weight against the flimsy table.

This is good. Too good. The vindictive rush of power feels almost sexual in the way it satisfies. Teeth dig into your lip as you hold back a smile even harder.

Embarrassment? You'll show him what embarrassment really means.

Finally, he pours himself a cup. He doesn't fill his thermos nearly as much as he normally does, most likely trying to leave as quickly as possible. Just as he starts to turn, you get up out of your chair and walk over. You take one of the little disposable cups from the stack and take your time adding three sugars and two cream, each one at a time, as he lurks there. Then, you pour the coffee, thick and oddly gritty into your cup. You finally meet his eye when you take a swig.

Aizawa’s face is set hard, small eyes narrowed even tighter. His lips are screwed up with annoyance, wrinkling his low bridged nose. Pissed would be an understatement. Just as you brace for another yelling match, he turns away, marching down the hall.

“Enjoy the fucking coffee.”

Oh, Katsuki was right. Being mean tastes good.

….This coffee, however, does not.

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touyasdoll · 1 year

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Just How He Likes It

pairing: Shouta Aizawa x exotic dancer!reader (fem)

word count: 1.3k

warnings: coffee shop acquaintances to lovers. he’s comes off a little stalkery at first, but nothing too intense. he’s just very into you and also very unsure how to pursue that. takes place in a strip club. soft/intimate sex. handholding <3

Aizawa doesn’t normally do this.

He doesn’t typically frequent establishments of this sort. The kind that are full of dim lighting and dollar bills. It’s not that he holds anything against these types of places; it just isn’t usually his scene.

He’s not even really sure what he’s doing here. He’s out of his element, but he couldn’t resist the temptation when he heard that the cute waitress who knows just how he likes his coffee moonlighted as an exotic dancer.

He tried for some time; he really did. How could he possibly stay away forever though? With the knowledge that he might finally get a peek at what you’ve been hiding beneath that coffee stained apron all this time? He couldn’t.

Now he’s here, waiting in the corner. His ever tired eyes glued to the stage, anxiously awaiting a glimpse of you. He’s not even sure that you’re working tonight, but he’s willing to stay and find out. He’s willing to come back tomorrow night and the next night after. And so on and so forth. He just needs to see you.

But then once he does, once he sees you strut out on stage, all he can think about is how he wants to touch you.

His gaze ravages your form as you begin to move, sensually swaying and spinning around the cold steel pole. He’s so much warmer. He could give you so much more than the men hollering for your attention. He could give you everything that you deserve and so, so much more.

He tunes the men out, focusing on the way your body expertly moves to the music, though his ears do perk up when the DJ refers to you as “Kitten”.

An amused smile graces his lips as he leans back in his chair, finally feeling a bit more comfortable in your presence.

That is, until you notice him.

You lock eyes with the man you’ve seen every morning for the past who knows how many months and for a second, you forget to breathe, but that’s nothing new. Every time he shuffles into your store, the same phenomenon occurs.

You forget to breathe and then you keep doing your job. This time is no different.

You keep your nerves in check, on the outside, at least. All that you can think of is a litany of questions.

How did he know? Did he seek you out? Is this simply happenstance? Is he going to treat you differently now that he’s seen you like this? Can you really take your top off on front of him?

It’s not like you have much of a choice. Off it comes and the way that you notice his eyes widen is worth the perfect reward for the risk.

You know that look. You’ve seen it hundreds, if not thousands, of times by now. He’s interested. You have him hook, line, and sinker.

So when your set is done, you depart the stage, feeling his gaze burning on your skin and loving every second of it. You can’t wait for more, so you make quick work of stowing away your earnings and putting yourself back together, so that you can make your way onto the floor.

He’s right where you left him, his eyes anywhere but on the dancer who’d since taken the stage. You’re hopeful that he’s looking for you and, of course, he is.

His stare meets yours and you gravitate to him, pulled in by some magnetic force that has your heels clicking in his direction, slow, sensual, and steady.

“I don’t recall seeing ‘Kitten’ on your nametag,” he murmurs, a lazy and effortlessly confident grin tugging on the corner of his mouth.

“I don’t recall ever seeing you here before,” you reply as you circle behind him, dragging your fingertips along his shoulders. “I’m not quite sure how to serve you here.”

He feels more muscular than he looks beneath his baggy clothes. You can’t help but wonder what else he’s hiding behind his aloof persona.

“But if I had to guess..” you continue, coming around to stand in front of him and straddle his lap. “I assume that you prefer it extra hot?”

It’s his turn to be rendered breathless. The subtle shift in his hips and the bulge growing beneath you is all the affirmation you need.

You smile and lean in, arms draping around his neck as your lips ghost the shell of his ear and you whisper,

“Why don’t you come with me?”

And you’re so grateful that he does.

Sweat rolls down your torso as your bodies glide and grind against one another, moans and groans being traded back and forth in the low light of the VIP room.

Your spine presses against the slick leather sofa beneath you, sticking to it when the thrust of his hips coaxes your body to bow and bend to his will.

He slips a sure hand beneath your back, leaving one last trail of kisses along your neck before he readjusts. He kneels, seizing your hips with both hands as he changes tempo, driving into you with more purpose.

The hair that’s come loose from his messy bun frames his face. The soft glow of the light illuminates his toned body in an enteral manner. His eyes are dark and full of lust, fixed squarely on your lewd expression. You’ve never seen him so feral and you’ve never been fucked this well.

He drives his hips into yours like he’s got something to prove. Like he’s finally releasing all the pent up energy from your daily exchanges. The subtle flirtations. The lingering touches when you personally hand him his drink. The stolen glances from across the shop. It’s all finally coming to a head and it feels glorious.

You want to tell him how good it feels. How good he’s making you feel, but you can’t find them. All you can do is reach for him, sinful noises pouring from your lips.

He takes your hand, interlocking his fingers with your own as he press it back into the sofa, squeezing it tight while his lips crash into yours. He readily swallow every decibel of desire vibrating against his mouth, swipes his tongue against your bottom lip and bites down, nipping at your kiss bitten pout as a particularly erotic groan is ripped from his lungs.

His hips move faster, angling up in just the right way to set you on a crash course straight into oblivion. That all encompassing feeling lights up every nerve in your body, winding you up and up and up until you hit your peak and crest over it beautifully.

His names tumbles from your tongue over and over as you mindlessly writhe and whimper beneath him, inspiring him to join you in nirvana. Seeing you like this is more than enough to do him in. He’s never felt pleasure quite like the jolt that runs through him when he finally spills his seed.

His hips briefly stutter and then fall right back in time, rolling as he rides out his high, all breathless grunts and softer whines than he’s seem capable of on the surface.

The silence that hangs in the air isn’t like any that you’ve felt before. It’s not awkward nor full of regret. It feels.. warm. Comfortable. Made easier by the way his thumb brushes against yours and how the tip of his nose nuzzles your neck.

Laying there in afterglow, all tangled up with one another as comfortably as lovers who’d had the privilege of spending a lifetime together already; it just feels right.

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bakubunny · 7 months

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more aizawa x teacher!reader au

part 3

aizawa stood outside your open classroom door, unseen. he’d decided to drop by a few minutes early.

“fuck! why is this so fucking hard?” bakugo spat.

aizawa waited for a reprimand that never came.

what he couldn’t see was bakugo’s face, red with frustration and clenching his fists. you gave him a moment to calm down before speaking.

“if it was easy, would you still be here?” you asked.

the poor kid looked like he was almost in tears, but you were patient with him. and after two months, he was starting to see that.

“…no,” he said.

“alright then. i’m not here to make this easy. i’m here to help you learn. try it one more time when you’re ready.”

aizawa thought you must have the patience of a saint if you were willing to take the kid’s attitude like that without flinching; not many did. there was a long pause before bakugo played again, slow and steady until he completed the exercise you’d given successfully.

“see? you just needed a little patience and another chance. great work today. i’m proud of you.”

“thank you,” he mumbled.

“for next week, i’d like you to….”

no wonder he doesn’t complain about this anymore, aizawa thought. when was the last time he’d heard those words from someone other than you?… it was a hard earned praise from anyone in the hero course - except maybe toshinori - and rarely said.

aizawa walked in the door once you’d released bakugo. “hey, kid. how’d it go?”

“fine,” bakugo said.

“kirishima and kaminari are down the hall. why don’t you three get a head start on going to the dorms?” aizawa said.

bakugo nodded and said goodbye before walking out. once he was well out of earshot, aizawa turned to you. “how is he doing?”

“he’s is doing well… he gets angry as quickly as he learns, but he’s working through it, i think,” you replied.

aizawa nodded. “i’m surprised you let him speak to you like that.”

you flushed. “you heard that?” the last thing you needed was one of the top teachers of the hero course (who was also kind of cute) thinking you couldn’t manage one poorly mannered student.

“i did.”

he was impossible to read.

“in a class setting i’d say something, but one on one…” you trailed off. “with me, he’s allowed to get frustrated as long as he doesn’t walk away entirely, and that seems to be working well…. it’s only been within the last couple of weeks that he’s said much at all, so i’d say this is an improvement.”

aizawa’s expression remained flat. “i would agree. i can see why he likes you.”

“o-oh. thanks,” you said, a smile pulling on your lips before you could stop it as your cheeks burned hot.

“you’re welcome. have a good evening,” he said.

“you, too,” you said as he made movement to leave.

the next day, you found a small envelope with a thank you note and a gift card to the little cafe you frequent tucked away in your school mailbox.

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aaizawashouta · 6 months

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Don't Blame Me

pairing: aizawa shota x fem!reader

word count: 1.8k

summary: aizawa indulges himself in you after a rough night.

warnings: smut (18+ minors dni) oral (f receiving)

a/n: this took on a life of it's own. sorry not sorry

The office is silent. Your fingers tapping along the keyboard and every tick of the clock the only sign of time passing. That it’s just you here. Every moment that passes stresses you out. Images conjuring in your mind of the disaster that was last night. It’s okay. He’s okay. Your eyes glance at his office door. He’s never late.

It’s almost two in the afternoon when he walks in. Your eyes track him. Every movement is slow and calculated. As if he doesn’t want to waste more energy than he needs. Your brows dip into a furrow, relieved that he’s here but concerned nonetheless. He glances over at you, finally feeling your burning stare.

“What?”

“You look like shit.”

He blinks, unaffected. “I didn’t sleep last night.”

“I know. I watched the news this morning.” His shoulders tense at your words. “You did good, you know.”

He doesn’t say anything more. You keep your smile to yourself as he walks into his office but keeps the door open. It’s an invitation if you ever saw one. Only a few minutes pass before he’s looming over you, dark hair almost tickling your cheeks from how close he is. He’s staring down at you, a mixture of disbelief and what you can only describe as well hidden affection. His hands grip your desk, knuckles white. The air around the both of you is intense—so thick you can cut it with a knife. Slowly, you let your breath go, sending his hair into a flurry around your face.

“You didn’t have to do that.” He says staring down his nose at you.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“No?” One hand raises, lifting to the back of your neck before threading through your hair. Slender fingers tangling into the roots and pulling tight, forcing your head back. Your breath catches, thighs squeezing together. “Where are class 1-A’s assignments?”

You swallow around the large lump forming in your throat, doing your best to ignore the blood rushing in your ears. “Graded and filed back in their folders.”

“Why?”

“Because I want to take care of you. I want you to be able to rest. I want you to not have to worry when I know I can help.”

He groans at your words, fingers digging into your scalp. “So good to me.” You whimper at the action, causing his eyes to flare to life. Whatever energy he’d been saving when he walked in, it’s pulsing through his veins now. “Always so good to me, such a sweet thing. But do you know what I really want?”

“What?”

“My name on your pretty lips.”

“Shota,” you whine.

“There it is.”

His office door is shut and locked. You’re bent over his desk with your head resting on your forearms while he’s rucking up your skirt. Calloused hands push and pull at your newly exposed skin. You can barely hear his praises over the blood rushing in your ears. You know how to push Shota’s buttons, of course you do, but you never expected this. It has you on edge if you’re being honest.

“Shota,”

He pauses in his movements, eyes meeting yours. You don’t miss the way he swallows, gaze sweeping over you before his hands squeeze tightly. He knows you, can read you like a book. When you’ve been working together for as long as you two have—and dating for just as long—he knows you’re wanting an explanation. His eyes break from yours, looking at anything but you. Sighing, you push back and stand to your feet. A gentle hand cups his cheek, thumb tracing the scar that runs under his eye. Was it something like that? You can’t help but wonder. That had been bad. When the students had been attacked, only him and Thirteen were there to protect the kids. You’d never been so stressed in your life.

“You’ll have to forgive me if I’m being a little indulgent.” He states, warm fingers wrapping around your wrist. He brings your hand to his mouth, lightly kissing each tip of your fingers. “There was—it—a brief moment last night where I wasn’t sure if I’d come back to you.”

Your heart drops. Breaks right through your ribcage and shatters. God, you’d already come so close to losing him. What do you say to that? He already knows. He’s a pro hero. You knew exactly what the stakes were when you started dating. There’s no going back. You can only move forward and be thankful for everyday that you have with him.

“Shota,��

“That’s what I thought of,” he says, cutting you off with a soft smile, “I thought of my name on your lips.”

Your head tips forward so you and him are resting forehead to forehead. The tenseness is his body slowly melts away with each of your mingled breath. A warm hand has worked its way back up your skirt, toying with the hem of your panties. They’re lace, his favorite. Meeting his eyes you scoot back so you’re sitting on the desk. Both of you ignoring when a picture frame falls, glass breaking.

“So good to me,” he mutters, pulling the lace down. “Never have to worry about you.” You whine as he kneels in front of you, shoving your underwear in his back pocket. “Are you going to be a good girl for me?”

“Yes sir.” The answer comes out breathless, chest heaving as your fingers find their way into his dark hair.

“That’s my girl.”

Taking a chance you look down at him and his gaze is searing. You’re being burned and scarred from all the stars and galaxies that hide in the depth of his dark eyes. You could get lost trying to chart the constellations.

A gasp cuts through the silence when his thumb pulls your lip free. You blink, mind hazy. How is he doing this? Just his presence is making you feel completely fucked out. There’s something about Shota Aizawa that you’ll never get used to.

You’re so weak. God, you’re so weak for this man.

Shota hums, pulling his hand away from you. Like you’re something delicate and he didn’t want to break just yet.

“My good girl,” he repeats his words. His voice is deep, ran through gravel, but something about the words is dripping in honey. “Can I have a taste?”

“Ple—”

He’s smirking in between kisses that lead further up your leg. Teeth nipping at the soft skin of your thigh. “I haven’t even touched you yet, sweet girl.” The pet name has your head falling back.

“Needy are we?” He questions, hands moving up your legs, thick fingers digging into the tender flesh.

He runs his nose over your center, taking in a deep breath. His hands tighten on your thighs, as if he’s stopping himself from diving right in. You shudder, squeezing your thighs together only for him to pry them apart.

You swallow, breathing shallow, taking him in as his large hand lifts one of your legs to rest on his shoulder. You’re a pathetic pile of putty in his hands. You can’t help but wonder if he knew he could mold you into anything he wanted. He could straight out ruin you and you’d thank him.

His hand trails up your leg, rough calluses catching on your skin. There is no buildup, his finger running through your folds, a hum as he collects it before sticking the digit in his mouth.

“You're soaked,sweetheart. Fuck, you taste sweet. But I bet your cunt is absolutely heavenly, isn’t that right pretty girl?”

“Yes, sir.” It comes out in a sigh.

“Shota.”

He gives nothing else before diving in. You moan, your head falling back, breaking eye contact. Only to lift it when he smacks your thigh.

“Eyes on me,” he warns.

You simply nod, biting back your whimper. His tongue is flat as it makes its way through your folds. Thinking about Shota having thoughts about face fucking you makes you clench around nothing. Your nails dig into the palms of your hands.

“Shota,” you murmur, hips lifting to roll against his face.

“Sweet girl.” He replies voice thick with amusement. You squirm at the feel of his breath against you. His thumb rolls your clit in circles as his tongue parts your folds. He slips a digit in before replacing it with his tongue.

You grind yourself on his face, barely catching the feel of his nose against your clit. You whisper his name, a chant, a prayer. He holds you open and licks up the seam of your sex, you jerk, knee barely grazing his cheek.

“Easy, now sweetheart.”

He strokes and teases your pussy. Switching off between his thick fingers and his tongue. He has you quivering, your lip bitten raw from how hard you're trying to not draw too much attention. The sounds of you clenching around his fingers, his tongue are obscene and he fucking loves it.

You feel like you’re out at sea. Every crashing wave grows higher and higher building a tsunami that can’t be stopped. You move with every flick of his tongue. Heel digging into his shoulder when he sucks your clit into his warm mouth. It almost sends you over.

“You taste fucking devine. The best nectar I’ve ever had.”

You can’t help but laugh. You’re on the edge. Just a push. A simple push and—you bite back a sob, tears pricking at your eyes as he draws figure eights with his tongue. The perfect pressure and you're flying.

“Oh my god,”

Shota groans against you, feeling your release. You clench tightly on his tongue as he fucks it into you, wanting to take everything you’ve got to give. He keeps up his pace, helping you ride it out. As your hips slow down he replaces his tongue with his fingers, his mouth going back to your sensitive nub.

“No, no. It’s too much.”

“Come on, be a good girl. I know you’ve got another one for me.”

A chronic people pleaser, you bask in praise. His praise is far and between. Hardly given to anyone who doesn’t deserve it, and it shoots straight to your core. You’re desperate, small whimpers falling from your lips, your cunt pulsing and aching. It’s all burning heat before it melts into pleasure.

You're dripping down your thighs. You know it’s all over his face. He catches your eye when he pulls away, a grin tilting his lips. A gift just for you. He’s shining with your release. Leaning forward he catches you by surprise and kisses you. Thrusting his tongue into your mouth, you moan at the taste of you. As quickly as it started it was over.

He swiftly stood, pulling your pants back up. You watch him in a heady daze as he fixes your skirt. You don’t miss how he keeps your panties. Eyes trailing down you catch sight of the bulge in his pants. His thumb hooks into your chin.

“Later. I do have to work.”

You smile, watching as he goes to the office door and unlocks it. He leaves it open and that’s an invitation if you’ve ever seen one. You can wait until later. When you’ll have all the time in the world to show the man you love just how much you love him.

#aizawa shota x reader #shota aizawa x reader #aizawa x reader #aizawa x you #aizawa shota x you #shota aizawa x you #aizawa shota smut #my hero academia fanfiction #aizawa shota one shot

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not-your-fucking-kacchan · 2 years

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𝐁𝐍𝐇𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

I write for BNHA regularly, and would deeply appreciate any requests you put forward :)

Alas, I have reached the image limit for my bnha masterlist, but I still want banners and dividers to keep everything separate, so I've made a second part!

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dira333 · 5 months

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Life-Line - Shinsou x Soulmate! Reader

Anon Request for my Follower Celebration

Yes, Controller is my own OC, I am not ashamed of that. I picked Ectoplasm as the least terrifying person for Reader because he has the most terrifying smile (my brain works like that, sorry, not sorry)

1. longing

You stopped listening to the professor five minutes ago.

His voice is background music now, droning on and on and on about something history here, important there. The weather outside had been awful all morning, heavy rain and grey clouds. But right before history started, the rain had stopped and the clouds had started to part in places.

Now, the tiniest sliver of sunlight was peaking through the window. It catches on one of Megumi’s scales and breaks into a rainbow. At the end of it, sits Shinsou, lazily scribbling into his notebook.

He’s always pretty, you’ve realized that when you stepped foot into class the first day. Most girls in your class are more into the Hero Course students. Megumi fawns over Shouto’s cool demeanor, Shoul thinks that Bakugo could be cute if he would just stop cursing for a minute and Min Min blushes every time anyone mentions TetsuTetsu. But you just can’t be helped.

There’s something about him, from the vibrant color of his hair to the fact that his eyes never seem to miss anything to the lazy drawl of his voice. You’re absolutely smitten and you can’t even lie to yourself about it.

Lazily you twirl your pen between your fingers. It catches on the side of your glove, specially made just for you. The material is thin, the same color as your skin, and only covers your pinky. It’s the only thing that comes between you and death.

“Y/N?” You flinch in your seat. The professor is looking at you like he’s waiting for an answer.

“Uh, Japan?” You guess. Someone snickers behind you as Professor Oda harrumphs in disappointment.

“Shinsou, do you know the answer?”

“1985, Professor.”

“Correct. Thank you. Now, don’t think this wasn’t an important year…”

You stop listening yet again when Shinsou moves just a bit to the left and places a little piece of paper on the edge of your desk.

Your fingers shake as you unfold it and you have to fight the gasp that’s trying to break free.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

2. finding out

“Good work.” You squeak out when Shinsou passes you in the hallway. Your face is hidden behind your hands, long sleeves covering your fingers.

“Ha?” He turns, his eyes roaming over the people around him until he locks onto you.

You’re not fast enough to escape, not sure if you should anyway even though everything in you tells you to run away.

“Did you just…” He asks, pointing at himself. You shake your head violently.

He deflates, just a little. You can’t be imagining it, not with the way even his hair seems to sink down a little. Is he… disappointed?

It makes you rip your hands from your mouth again, squeeze out the words with all the willpower you have.

“That was a good match.” You squeak, nerves catching in your throat. “You’ll be an awesome hero one day.”

“You think so?” He asks, stepping closer. Is there a hint of pink on the tips of his ears or did you finally start to hallucinate?

“I…” Someone bumps into him and everything happens in slow motion.

He stumbles forward, hands outstretched. Even knowing that your Quirk wouldn’t affect him if he’s the one touching you, you flinch away - but directly behind you is the window. Something digs painfully into your back just as his right hand catches on your shoulder and a burning pain erupts below his fingers.

The sound that bubbles out of your mouth sounds like a strangled sob and Shinsou pulls back his hand like he’s burned himself. You don’t wait for him to say anything, but run for your life.

At the end of the hallway, just ten steps behind Shinsou, is Aizawa-Sensei, red eyes glowing ominously in his pale face.

He does not stop you when you pass him, but his eyes seem to follow you as you disappear in the staircase, your heart beating out of your chest.

When you pull off your sweater in the safety of the girl's bathroom and prod your shoulder with your fingertips, there’s nothing there that could indicate a bruise.

But when you inspect it in the bathroom mirror, the truth screams back at you.

A brand new soulmate mark looks back at you, the color a dizzying mix of purple and white, the tattoo resembling something abstract, like a mouth and… a wave? Or is it air?

You feel a little sick as you crawl back into one of the cubicles, determined to skip the next period and the one after that, to stay away for as long as you need to get over this.

You cannot be Shinsou Hitoshi’s Soulmate. You just can’t.

“Y/N?” The voice has you freeze in the middle of the sidewalk.

“A-Aizawa-S-Sensei…” You stutter out. He looks a little less murderous right now, hair pulled back in a bun instead of flowing around his face.

“Do you have a minute?” He asks. “I wanted to ask you some things about your Quirk.”

“I did not…” You start to defend yourself.

“I wasn’t implying that. It’ll be just you, me, and Kayama-Sensei. We’ll just have a cup of tea and talk a bit.”

“A-Are you sure?” The question is a little redundant but you’re also a little scared of Kayama-Sensei. She’s even scarier than Aizawa-Sensei.

Aizawa-Sensei seems to notice. “Tell you what. You can pick the teacher that’s sitting with us. I want you to be comfortable.”

…

“I have to say this is really nice!” Ectoplasm grins menacingly as he sips from a dainty cup of tea. “Now you said you wanted to talk about Y/N’s Quirk?”

“Yes. As far as I’m aware it’s called Life Absorption, is that right?”

You nod, not daring to lift your teacup with your shaking hands.

“If I touch something living with five fingers of one hand, I absorb all of their life energy. It could be a tree, an animal, or a human being. So I always wear my gloves.”

“Interesting.” Aizawa drinks from his own cup, seemingly lost in thought for a minute before he shakes himself out of it.

“I assume you know Shinsou Hitoshi?”

You swallow harshly. “I… He’s a classmate.”

AizawaSensei is looking at you like he knows. You swallow again, fearing that he’s going to make you say it. Instead, he sets down his cup.

“Most people think that with a Quirk like his, he’s bound to be a villain. But he’s determined to become a Hero. You might have been told that with a Quirk like yours, you can only be a villain or a danger to society, but I assure you that is not the case.”

You gape at him.

Ectoplasm hums low in his throat.

“What are you implying, Aizawa?”

“You might not know this, but I am acquainted with the Hero “Controller”. Her quirk allows her to sense other people around her and control them. I talked to her about your Quirk and she mentioned that there is a possibility that you can train it. If you put yourself into it, you could touch people without absorbing anything and, better yet, give back life energy.”

You stare at him.

“Are you…”

“Controller, huh?” Ectoplasm snickers softly before turning toward you.

“Before you make your decision on this, you should know that Controller is not only a one of a kind hero but also Aizawa-Sensei’s wife. If she thinks you can do it, you can do it.”

“How… How did you find out about my Quirk?” You ask, your mind still tumbling about. “Why are you interested in it anyway?”

“You didn’t hear that from me.” Aizawa-Sensei points out lowly. “But Shinsou just wouldn’t stop talking about it.”

3. winning

“That was great for your first training session.” Controller smiles down at you. She looks as threatening as Aizawa on a good day, but one hour into working with her has taught you just how sweet she actually is.

You can’t remember being praised this much before.

“Oh, Hitoshi, you’re done training as well?” Controller turns to the now open door of the training room. You scramble to put your gloves back on at the sight of purple hair.

“Could I talk to Y/N for a second?” He asks, a nervous tinge coating his words.

“Sure.” Controller walks out, brushes his shoulder with her hand as she passes him. It’s a gentle gesture and you wonder just how close those three actually are.

“Aizawa told me you started training.” Shinsou starts, rubbing his neck awkwardly.

“He told me you… you told him about me.”

“Ah.” He’s not looking at you but he cannot hide the blush on his cheeks. “Yeah, I… was kinda… I had a crush on you, I guess.”

“What?!” The word comes out a little too harsh, but you’re too stunned to care. “No way.”

“Yeah, but you had one on me too, right?” He lifts his hand, his face now red. There, on the middle of his palm, sits the same soulmate tattoo that you found on your shoulder.

“It’s… it’s okay though.” He clears his throat awkwardly. “If you’re not into that, I mean. We’re just soulmates. Plenty of soulmates don’t date. I just… I felt like I had to at least do something for you, if we were, you know.”

“Who wouldn’t want to be your soulmate?” You ask, your mind whirring so fast your mouth can’t keep up. “You’re gorgeous.”

The blush bleeds from Shinsou’s face. He grins, a wicked turn of his mouth.

“Oh, I’m gorgeous?”

“Shut up!” You press your hands against your mouth but he’s already one step ahead of you.

“No, say that again, please?”

That day, your first double selfie enters your phone. Because, as Hitoshi said, ‘Take a picture. It will last longer.’

“Step aside!” You call out to the people crowding the scene. “This is a rescue mission! Step aside!”

“No way!” Someone whispers behind you. “It’s Life-Line! She’s so cool!”

It’s a common scene. A burning building, you and your crew getting people to safety as others work on extinguishing the fire.

Megumi, with her dragon-like skin, brings out a little boy. She’s one of the few classmates that went into Rescue alongside you.

“He’s not breathing.” She tells you, handing him over to you.

Your hands, no longer in gloves, touch his face. He sucks up your life energy like one does air after being underwater for too long.

“I’ll need more energy.” You call out to the people watching. “Who’s willing to give me a year? Anyone?”

An old man steps forward. “I don’t mind giving some of my time to this little boy.”

A young woman pulls him back. “No, I have more to give.”

Five, ten, more people reach out their hands. Five minutes later sweat is running down your back but the child takes one deep breath after the other, looking up at you with curious eyes.

“Are you a hero?” The boy asks, reaching out his fingers to touch your face.

“Yes.” You say with the confidence of more than five years of work under your belt. “I am.”

#my writing #Shinsou x Reader #Shinsou Fluff #Shinsou Hitoshi #MHA Shinsou #Dadzawa #Aizawa-Sensei #MHA Fluff #MHA x Reader

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star-light-imagines · 1 year

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ooOo may I request a Shota Aizawa x reader please? :p I was thinkin of the reader being apart of the League of Villains and they could have a quirk that allows them to seduce someone and have them under their little love spell for a short period of time. Could you whip up a story that has the reader seduce Aizawa but they decide to spare his life? (⌒▽⌒) tysm for reading!! You’re writing is awesome btw ;>

ੈ♡˳ Thank you for the request! I loved creating this, I hope you like it!

ੈ♡˳ Here's what I thought of for the Love Spell Quirk - The reader has the ability to fully seduce and control anyone by calling out to them or touching them. However, the reader must be within voice reach to ‘siren call’ them over. Touching makes the love spell affect stronger than just your voice, especially when in contact with bare skin.

Under Your Spell.

ᰔᩚ Includes- shota aizawa x reader. angst. comfort. seduction. kissing. makeout scene. slow burn (kind of). bonus content.

ᰔᩚ Warnings- gn! reader! Implied mature content! season 5 spoilers! kissing. heated makeout. hickey's. cursing. Implied emotional and physical childhood trauma.

ᰔᩚ Word Count- 7,197

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The sun slowly dips below the horizon, the sky turning a deep red and orange. The last rays of light disappear, leaving behind a darkening sky. A light wind caressed your skin as you sat on the edge of the abandoned rooftop, lost in your thoughts as you stared up at the sky above you. The wind picked up, blowing your hair ever so softly around your face. Your e/c eyes glanced downward as you looked out over the city skyline, the sun shining down on the people you saw below.

You took a deep breath as you watched them from above, your eyebrows furrowed as you watched people with normal lives carry on around you. You knew it was impossible , but you couldn’t help the sense of longing for the normal life you never truly experienced. A family with unconditional love and support, who would smile happily and eat dinner together. Friends who would accept you as you were even with the quirk you possessed, as much as you longed for a place to truly belong in the light, you knew the darkness was the only one that truly welcomed you.

Your e/c eyes closed as you lifted your face towards the sky, letting the breeze wash over you. In that moment, you let the memories that plagued your mind disappear with the wind.The felt as if it disappeared from your chest as you let out a deep sigh. The fiery glow of the sky had darkened as the stars began to twinkle and the moon casted a soft glow.

SLAM!

The rooftop you had been occupying in silence was suddenly disturbed as the door obnoxiously slammed open. You glanced in the direction of the sound, Shigaraki stood there with his face twisted up in anger, deep red eyes leering at you.

He paced towards you quickly, reaching a hand out to grasp your arm causing your body to tense. Four fingers gripped tightly onto your wrist and pulled you from the rooftop ledge.

“What are you doing out here?!” He hissed.

“Enjoying the sunset, did you want to join?” You offered, trying your best to calm the nerves that were going haywire under your skin.

“Y/N! I already told you, you can’t be seen out in public!”

“It’s not that big of a deal, If someone sees me..I can just use my quirk.”

“That’s not the point. I'm the leader, you are supposed to listen to me!” He tilted his head slightly as his eyes darkened. “Maybe I should give you some motivation.”

He raised the wrist he still had in his death grip, slowly moving the finger he was keeping away from you closer. Your eyebrows furrowed as he continued with his attempt at threatening you, the hairs on your arm stood on end at the fact his touch was leering closer. Bright e/c eyes met deep crimson red as the two of you continued the stare at each other, testing the boundaries of control.

“Well, well… What’s going on up here?” A deep voice questioned suddenly.

Shigaraki jerked his head in the direction of the voice while you peeked from the side of his figure, barely taking in the sight of the long trench coat and stapled patchwork skin. The hammering anxiety you felt flood your body moments ago, slipped away at the realization that Dabi had stepped onto the roof.

Tsk!

Shigaraki’s jaw clenched as he narrowed his eyes in frustration at the unwanted presence. He tossed your wrist out of his grip as he addressed him. “A lesson in what happens when you disobey orders.”

“I don’t think you need another member in the group that’s missing an arm.” Dabi mocked.

“I think it’s worth the risk. Compress and y/n can have matching mechanical arms, how does that sound y/n?”

Dabi’s flared turquoise eyes met your e/c eyes, his eyebrows knitted before he quickly relaxed his features and focused his attention back on their ‘leader’. He sighed as he lifted his shoulders upward, a sly smile making its way onto his lips.

“Garaki needs y/n & I for a mission tonight.”

“Why wasn’t I told about this?! Both of you stand out too much to be leaving the hideout right now!”

“Take it up with him ‘leader’. All I know is we are supposed to gather intel on the Meta Liberation Army.”

Shigaraki’s jaw clenched as he gnashed his teeth together, frustration grew quickly into anger as his hand reached up to scratch at his neck rapidly. He mumbled under his breath, deep in thought as Dabi strode closer with lazy steps.

“Fine! Whatever! Y/N, next time you don’t follow orders you will be getting a new accessory in place of an arm.” He ranted, before turning his eyes flashed towards Dabi once more. “You two don’t lead anyone back here! Kill anyone who tries to follow, UNDERSTAND?!”

“Did you forget how long we’ve been doing this?” Dabi taunted.

The two locked eyes as you watched them fight over dominance in silence, a smirk still etched on the patchwork lips. Shigaraki let out a deep sigh before he shook his head in defeat, turning and walking away.

“I should have never let you two in the League! Just some cocky assholes, but I guess that makes sense seeing as Dabi recruited you.” He mumbled as we walked through the door.

Dabi looked down at you, his smirk falling instantly as he lifted an eyebrow and he studied your facial expressions.

“I thought I told you to not annoy Mr. Crusty Dusty right now, he’s going off on a power hunger streak since the Overhaul shit.”

“I don’t like being grounded in a dark room all day, I just wanted to watch the sunset.” You explained, threading a hand through your hair.

“Do we really have a mission, or were you just saying that to save me?”

“Heh!” He scoffed, his turquoise eyes rolled playfully.

“As if i would save your ass, if you really wanted to you could have had the hand freak on the floor sobbing the moment he grabbed you.”

“That is true!” You giggled, the brightness returning to your e/c eyes. “Maybe I just wanted you to save me then.”

“Haha, save your flirting for the target’s y/n. You’ll have better luck with them.” He smirked as he rolled his shoulders and continued.

“We are splitting up for this one. Go to the location on the note, put some member’s under that little love spell of yours and gather intel.”

“Yes, yes! I got it, I'm just excited to leave this place after weeks!” You said bubbly

Dabi sighed, “Y/N, don’t do anything stupid.”

“Awe! You’re being so mean, I never do anything stupid.. You must know by now that everything I do has a reason.” You said playfully as your e/c eyes darkened.

“Whatever. It’s time to get out of here.”

The darkness of the sky had slowly snuffed out the previously scattered vibrant hues that illuminated the city. The corner of your mouth quirked up as a sly smile found its way onto your lips, excitement glowed in your e/c eyes as you swiftly ran towards the rooftop edge. As your feet jumped from the edge, you playful whipped around in the air to turn towards the blue flame villain. You quickly sent a playful kiss at him before turning your body back around, your feet landing gracefully on the neighboring rooftop.

‘Yes, I belong in the dark more than I ever did in the light.’

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You watched the Meta Liberation Army members walk in and out of the headquarters building, no one had noticed your presence from the tree branch you had stationed yourself on. A member had wandered off from his group of friends as he made his way closer to the forest, a cigarette nuzzled between his fingers.

‘Perfect.’

The man had lit the cigarette, breathing in slowly with hunched shoulders before releasing the smoke with a tired sigh. Your eyes began to glow with a magenta hue as you watched your prey from afar, you felt your arms tingle from the buzz of your quirk activating. The anticipation made your thoughts race, not being able to use your quirk in the past few weeks had made you needier than you expected. You closed your eyes and focused, letting out a gentle breath as you began your siren call.

“Awe, don’t leave me now.~” Your honeyed voice sang out.

The man’s body tensed as he instantly stopped moving, his shoulders stiffened as you watched his eyes overcome with fear that he couldn’t control his actions. The cigarette fell from his lips, the sudden stop in movements, falling to the wet grass instantly killing the burning fire it held.

You swiftly jumped down from the tree branch you were perched on, leaves danced around you with a gentle move of the wind as your feet gracefully landed on the ground. A pink blush dusted your cheeks as your skin burned with heat, a flushed blush crept towards your neck and down your chest as a visual side effect of your quirk.

“Come play with me.~” You giggled out, your head tilting to the side as you extended a hand.

He turned towards you, and once his eyes met yours they glazed over with the lovesick expression you had gotten all too sick of seeing. His face turned reddened as a blush instantly burned his cheeks, his tense muscles relaxing as he let go of all mental ability he had been fighting you off with. His long legs led him over to you quickly, eagerly taking your hand in his and you smiled slyly up at him.

You led him deeper into the woods, your magenta glowing eyes surveying the area as you walked. Once you found a suitable spot for your needs, you released his hand from yours and turned towards him once more, giving him a once over to examine his looks. He wasn’t bad looking, the man was tall and mildly handsome with his dark brown hair and brown eyes. The man’s expression was glazed over with almost a look of hearts in his eyes as he awaited your next orders silently.

“Tell me your name.~”

“Kaito Yamada.” He answered immediately, a lopsided smile plastering itself onto his face as he continued to look at you.

“ Hmm, Kaito-chan I want you to kneel for me.~” You called out playfully, a hand gently grazing across his bare shoulder as his skin instantly burned from your touch.

His knees fell to the ground in front of you with a loud thud, the leaves crunching under him as he landed. You couldn’t help the smirk that twisted its way onto your lips, your eyes gleamed with amusement at how easy he was controlled by your love spell. You inched closer to his face, and noticed his face turning crimson as you sly whispered into his ear.

“You're going to be a good boy and tell me everything I want to know.~”

Kaito nodded his head eagerly at you and you gave him a sly smile of approval before your finger raked through his hair and pulled his head back slightly. Your magenta glowing eyes flared as you drew in a long breath, your hands glowed subtly as your other hand drifted towards his arm, playfully running your fingers up his bare arm before placing your hand on his chest.

“What does the Meta Liberation Army want with the League of villains?”

“The grand commander wants the League gone. They have become too well known and he wants to retake the spotlight the League of Villains has stolen.”

The smile on your lips grew at his words, a slight glint in your eyes appeared as you playfully fluttered your lashes at him. Your own flushed skin started to burn into a deep crimson as you focused more of your quirk into your hands.

“Tell me more. ~” You urged, placing both your hands firmly on his shoulders.

“I’ll tell you anything and everything beautiful.” Kaito gushed with a lovesick voice.

He shivered as you swiftly pushed him down to where his back hit the grass below, you straddled his hips as your magenta glowing eyes burned into his brown ones. A giggle escaped your lips as you listened to the man ramble on about the information about Re-Destro’s plans.

‘So he wants to start a war out of petty jealousy. How childish.’

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Katio’s body slumped over on the grass next to his forgotten pack of cigarettes, unconscious. You had carefully leared him back to where you found him, before commanding his mind to forget you and fall asleep. Had Dabi been with you, he would have just burned his body and disposed of it once you were done retrieving the intel. Even though you were all too capable of killing someone yourself, you preferred to not have to deal with the mess if you didn’t need to.

Your e/c eyes peered over your shoulder at the faint sound of leaves rustling in the distance, adrenaline still pumped through your body as your veins burned with heat. The scarlet blush still crept along your skin, your warm hands turning a flushed shade from the usage of your quirk. You took in a sharp breath as you tried to slow your quickening heartbeat and the pounding drumming in your ears.

The faint sound of rustling leaves made your eyes dart through the trees, your thoughts raced as you prepared yourself for someone to appear. Minutes passed as you waited, the anticipation of an attack dwindling down as you walked further into the wooded area to start the trek back to the hideout location. The outline of a shadowy figure perched on a branch caught your eye as you glanced towards the night sky, the hairs on your arms immediately rose from the awareness of their presence. Your eyes glanced back towards the glistening wet grass in the moonlight, you stilled your breathing as you focused your hearing on the unknown person watching you.

When a moment passed and no action had been taken from the figure in the tree line, you had swiftly started walking forward once more. You maintained awareness of the person’s presence as they continued to track you, while you acted as if you hadn’t caught a glimpse of them a moment before. They were determined to keep following you through the dense wooded area and kept your pace as you tried to lose them with trick turns, your eyes had landed on a clearing up ahead filled with wildflowers. Your e/c eyes sparkled as you quickly changed your direction and ran towards the field of flowers.

Branches cracked loudly from above as the figure chased you, the person finally realizing that you had noticed their presence. Just as your feet touched the clearing, a gray scarf launched itself towards you, your body acted on reflex and barely missed being trapped in the fabric. The scarf rebounded towards its owner who stayed hidden in the tree line, your e/c eyes narrowed as the magenta hue started to glow once more.

“I don’t like playing cat and mouse, stop hiding will you. ~” Your honeyed voice directed, but your eyes widened at the lack of movement.

Your eyes had lost their magenta glow and your skin was no longer buzzing from the activation of your quirk. You bit your lip in thought before leaping gracefully, leaping backwards from the scarf that shot out at you, strategically moving far out of the capture weapon’s range before landing skillfully on your feet.

Before entering the clearing you were under the impression that the figure following you was a member of the Meta Liberation Army, but the capture scarf and the loss of your quirk made it clear that the figure was someone else. Dabi had told you about his encounter with the Eraserhead hero before, and how his quirk had worked with the vague knowledge he had on it. Your mind raced as you tried to remember every bit of information you could on the pro hero, swiftly managing to dodge his scarf while moving around the field as you did.

‘Why is Eraserhead here? It doesn’t make sense unless he knew I was going to be here or was also gathering intel on the Liberation Army.’

‘How long has he been watching me?’

‘That doesn’t matter right now , If i can’t shake him I’m going to have to stop this little game before I get caught.’

Eraserhead jumped down from his perch on the tree, landing harshly on the flowers beneath him. His black hair flowed off his shoulders as googles covered the barely noticeable glowing red eyes beneath. You both studied each other's movements as you gave him a once-over, considering you couldn't see most of his face due to the scarf and goggles, his physical build wasn’t too bad, actually it was great.

He lunged towards you as the scarf flexed and shot through the air in your direction, you narrowly dodged as you continued to flip and elegantly move along the clearing. All the years you had taken in dance had come in handy for combat fighting as it gave you an advantage of speed and agility. You managed to get behind him but before you could stab with the knife you had borrowed from Toga, he had pivoted and quickly swung his leg at you.

The kick hit your side and pushed you off balance as he grabbed the wrist holding the knife, however his movements left an opening for you to take advantage of. Your other hand reached for his goggles, ripping them off and throwing them far from the both of you, before swiping your free leg to hit his knees. The kick caused him to fall to the ground while releasing your arm in the process, the knife falling a few feet away as he landed on in the field of flowers. Your chest rose and fell with rapid breaths from the sudden exercise session, you glanced down at the man before grabbing the scarf and binding it around his hands.

“I usually like being the one tied up, but i’ll try it on you this once.” You teased.

He didn’t make a sound at your mocking as you gripped his shoulders and started to place him in a sitting position, you started to feel the buzzing sensation run over your skin once more. The magenta glow had returned to your eyes when you had pushed him to the ground, but due to the adrenaline you had just now started to notice your quirk reactivating.

A smirk tugged at your lips. “I’ve caught the mouse, now what should I do with it? ~”

He grunted out in frustration, desperately trying to fight the effect your quirk had on him. Eraserhead fought against his own binding scarf as he shifted his arms around trying to get free. You watched his struggling figure from behind and couldn’t help the giggle that escaped your lips.

“I’ll do you a favor since you’ve been such a treat tonight. The only thing is you can’t use your quirk against me anymore.~”

His shoulders tensed at your command, as you peered around to see his uncovered face. His raven black hair framed his face and hung just a bit below his shoulders, his black eyes were glaring at you with raging anger. You stood back up as you jutted out your hip, and placed a hand to rest on it as you let out a scoff.

“Since you took away the ability to use my quirk, it’s only fair that I take away yours too.”

A vein popped out of his neck as he clenched his teeth at your words, still refusing to acknowledge you with a verbal response. Now that you were able to see him better he was extremely handsome and you couldn’t help but blush slightly as you looked away from his eyes.

'The last person who was able to fight against my love spell this hard was years ago.’

You quickly regained your composure as you pushed the blush away, your magenta glowing e/c eyes looked back towards the man grumpily sitting in the grass surrounded by wildflowers.

“Tell me your name handsome.~” Your voice sang out seductively as you leaned down to be eye level with him.

His expression hardened as his body tensed reluctantly, he gnashed his teeth while the tips of his ears ever so slightly reddened. You giggled at the sight of him fighting against your quirk so listlessly which caused him to glance up at you while his brows drew together in confusion. You put your knees on the ground before him as your hand gently reached for his face, he flinched as you neared him trying to move his body away from your touch.

You sadly closed your eyes at the rejection before quickly reopening them, your fingers softly grazed his cheek before placing your full palm on his face. Your skin was burning from the contact against his, pink dusted your cheeks as a flush crept up your face.

“Please tell me your name.~”

“S-Shota Aizawa.” His rich raspy voice grunted out, his breathing became huskier.

“Why were you following me Shota?~” You questioned while running your hand through his thick locks of hair.

Aizawa bit his lip hard as the blush on his face deepend the more attention you gave him. His expression hardened as he continued to fight the effects you were having on him and he flashed his rageful black eyes towards you magenta hued e/c eyes.

“It’s been a long time since someone was able to fight off my quirk as well as you are! I’m sorry but that just means I have to take things further.~” You apologized quickly before straddling his hips.

He stiffened underneath you as you inched forward, your hands found his shoulders to keep you balanced as you moved your lips to the side of his face. You bit down on his earlobe teasingly, and his body jolted as he let a gasp escape him. The blush on his face had darkened and the flushed skin crept down towards his neck and ears. You leaned back to look him in the eyes, his pupils had become slightly hazed at your actions and you winked at him playfully.

“I received Intel that members of the League of Villains were moving around the city. I trailed you all the way from the suburban area you passed through to get here. My plan was to keep following you until you led me to the rest of the LOV.” He sighed deeply as he rambled out the information.

“Oh my! You went through all that trouble to follow me just to get caught…So unlucky.~” You teased while whispering into his ear.

He grunted in response while his eyes watched your every move almost in anticipation of what you would do next. Compared to other people under your quirk, he still had good control of his mind and body which made your eyebrows scrunch together. You were already pushing your limits and if you were going to get more information out of the hero and get rid of him, you would have to exert yourself even more.

“Who gave you the intel that I would be here?~” You asked sweetly, moving your lips ever so slightly towards his cheek as you placed gentle soft kisses down his jaw.

“I-I can’t tell you that.” Aizawa pleaded, his eyes closed as he leaned further into your kisses.

“How about you tell me what you know about me then?~” You added, leaning away from his face as you batted your lashes.

He moved towards you as you leaned away, his breathing had become more strained and rapid. His skin was hot to the touch as he was not only trying to fight the effects of your seduction quirk controlling his mind, but also fighting the physical effects as well.

“Y/N L/N, runaway teen from nine years ago. Your parents had assumed after a couple of months you had actually been kidnapped, and then after four years went by and there had still been no news of you, they eventually assumed you were dead.” He sighed while explaining, before continuing on.

“It’s theorized you stayed under the radar, by using your quirk to seduce people and make them forget about you afterwards. The most you have done in the past nine years was steal money, food and a place to live from people, no murders or direct violence have been tied to you until recently. For some reason, you joined the League Of Villains instantly becoming one of the most notorious villains in the group. You're known for seducing your victims before torturing them and letting Dabi kill them.”

You gave out a bitter laugh after he finished reciting the information he memorized from your folder. You pulled away from his body as his eyes darted to your figure retreating from him. A sad smile formed on your lips as your eyes glanced towards the night sky. His brows drew together as he took in your expression, he knew there was more to your story but there was no way he would find out about it unless it was from you.

“I know you don’t want to be a villain.” Aizawa asserted.

The magenta glow dwindled from your e/c eyes as you scoffed at the statement, you jerked your head towards him. The forced smile didn’t reach your eyes as you made eye contact with Shota, your eyebrows were knitted as you tried to force the memories plaguing your mind away into the little box you had pushed them in all those years ago.

“I didn’t give you permission to talk again, now did I?” You scolded, not realizing that you had stopped using your quirk out while you focused on your past.

“You don’t know what I want! Don’t act like I'm a lost kitten you can save.” You ranted angrily, your hand had reached out to his face as you raised his chin towards you.

“You look lost to me. You definitely don’t look happy to use your quirk on me, or the guy from earlier. ” Aizawa stated softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Shut up!” You shouted as you released his chin quickly, and moved your legs so you could stop straddling the pro hero thighs.

Aizawa’s hands moved towards you swiftly, before pushing you backwards towards the grass. He had gotten out of his own restraints long ago when he was still struggling against your quirk, he knew how to use his scarf the best and even if he was tied up with his own capture tool he had known how to escape it. Aizawa had pretended to remain constrained while he recited the intel you desired, planning what his next moves should be.

Your eyes widened as your head hit the ground, wildflowers catching the corners of your eyes from your surroundings. His glowing red eyes beamed down at you, black hair lifting effortlessly from his shoulder. His hands were on each side of your head, his firm thighs straddling your hips effectively trapping you in place.

“Shouldn’t have stopped using your quirk kitten! A real villain would have known not to get too comfortable.” Shota smirked triumphantly as he took control over the situation.

You rolled your e/c eyes at him with annoyance. “Really? Kitten? Can’t think of your own ideas?”

“I couldn’t help myself, Kitten suits you too well.” He teased as he leaned closer, whispering softly into your ear.

He noticed the deep scarlet blush that burned your cheeks and the way your lashes fluttered at his attempt at teasing you the same way you had teased him. His eyes trailed your face, burning every facial feature into his memory as he got lost in your eyes.

“I’m a villain.” You whispered, out softly almost sadly.

“You aren’t, not really. Not yet, if you stop now-”

“I can’t!” You warned urgently.

“Why can’t you?! What the fuck happened?!” He shouted.

He slammed his hands on the ground by your head in anger, his glowing red eyes flared as his jaw clenched. He wanted to understand why after all these years, a runaway who was only using their quirk to live without being noticed by society had suddenly come out of the shadows and was intent on becoming a full blown villain.

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Your eyes glistened as you blinked back tears that were threatening to fall, after all these years you had never talked about your past. You never had someone ask and willingly listen to why you moved every six months to a new apartment paid for with the stolen money you would seduce out of strangers, or why you had left home at the age of sixteen content with living in the shadows rather than the wealthy home you left behind.

Dabi was the first one who acted like a true friend towards you. You had found him one night four years ago, injured and hungry in an alleyway close to your home. You hadn’t thought twice about the situation before you brought him into your home, and took care of him until he could get back on his feet.

Since then the patchwork villain would stop by often to check in, at first he would bring food as a way to not feel like he had to owe you anymore. Then he came over just to be in each other’s presence since you both knew how lonely it felt to be on the outside of society. However, the two of you never shared any personal backstories, he just makes sure to look out for you the same way you do for him, no questions asked.

Shota wanted to know you, really know you. He wanted to figure out who you were and it scared you and made your heart flutter slightly at the same time. You let out a harsh breath as a tear slipped out from your eye, Aizawa’s hand quickly reached over while he softly brushed the tear away with his thumb.

“My parents had a quirk marriage with the hopes of having a child with a love spell quirk. They didn’t want me, they just wanted to use me for their business deals for their company and to dig up dirt on their enemies. I wasn’t anything but a tool for them.-” You paused, before continuing.

“Growing up, the kids in school would be overly nice to be because or avoid me because of my quirk and my family. They were afraid I would put them under my spell and control them into loving me. Every kind gesture I ever received was out of fear that my family and I would somehow hurt them. But this isn’t what you really want to know right?-

You want to know why I ran away and why I’m suddenly back in the limelight. Well when I was sixteen I overheard my parents agreeing to sell me, more specifically my body to a rival company CEO for a couple of months. I wasn’t shocked but I didn’t want to be forced into giving my body to a stranger just because of my parents plans, so I left. I met Dabi a few years ago and we have been looking out for each other, he came to me saying he needed help.”

“I’m helping him, and when he doesn’t need me anymore I’ll fade back into the shadows.”

You squeezed your eyes shut as you gave him the brief reasoning for your actions gliding over the more traumatic experiences throughout your childhood. The feeling of a warm hand glided across your cheek causing you to open your e/c eyes to meet the once glowing red, now black eyes above you.

“Did he threaten you?” He questioned with narrowed eyes.

“No, but why would you even care if he did.” You challegend back.

A playful smirk touched his lips as he raised an eyebrow at you.

“You’re interesting.”

“Interesting?” You repeated.

“Very, not many people can keep my attention for this long.”

There was a brief moment of silence between the two of you, your eyes slowly glanced towards his lips before slowly looking back towards his eyes while he trailed your glances and movements. Each of you waited for the other to make the first move, he leaned in closer and your heart pounded like a drum in your chest, fast and hot in anticipation of something — anything.

He brushed his lips softly against yours, in a passionate kiss that left you breathless. His kiss was gentle and yet passionate, sending a thrill through your body. You clung to him, returning his kiss with equal ardor. Your mouths explored each other hungrily, as you forgot everything else but the feel of his lips on yours. He finally broke the kiss, and you stared at him dazedly, your heart pounding in your chest.

His hands traveled to your neck, gently grazing his fingers over the exposed skin. Your body trembled from the contact of his hands and your breath quickened as he kissed his way from your jawline down to your collarbone, sucking harshly on the skin there.

You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer, never wanting this moment to end. His kisses were a mixture of sweet and passionate, sending waves of pleasure throughout your body. As he moved to continuing kissing your lips, you let out a soft moan of satisfaction.

His hands traveled to the back of your neck, pulling you towards him as he deepened the kiss. You buried your hands in his hair and his tongue danced with yours as he explored every inch of your mouth. You felt yourself giving into him, surrendering to the pleasure that his touch brought.

Slowly, he pulled away, looking into your eyes with a hunger that made your heart race. Your lower lip quivered as you desperately wanted to pull him back in for a kiss, his body jolted from excitement as you flipped your position to where his back was on the ground and you were now straddling him.

His chest rose and fell with rapid breaths as he watched you above him, your face descending down towards his neck with a playful glint in your e/c eyes. Aizawa’s jaw went slack upon feeling your fiery kisses leading down his neck until you found a spot that made him unexpectedly moan. You stop instantly, focusing on roughly kissing and sucking on that spot to leave a mark.

“Now we have a matching set.” You teased breathlessly into his ear.

His chest rumbled beneath you as he chuckled deeply, his expression soft as he glanced towards you. Your body tensed for a moment and he instantly caught on to the sudden change even though you quickly tried to hide it.

“What’s wrong?” He questioned softly running his fingers through your hair.

“Why are you doing this?”

“Is it not already obvious? I'm under your spell.” He teased with a smirk.

“I'm being serious! I used my quirk on you earlier. Everything you are feeling, it might just be a left over effect from my love spell. This could all not be real, not what you really want.” You doubted, your brows knitted together as you spoke.

“Your quirk didn’t have too much of an effect on me, I was able to fight it off. Besides, when I first saw you I wasn’t under your quirk and I had the same thoughts about then that I do now.”

A bright smile formed on your lips as he reassured you, even if the back of your mind still doubted the authenticity of this moment. However, you heard the crackling of leaves and twigs far in the distance that distracted you from sharing in the happiness of the moment.

Shota had opened his mouth to speak but you covered his mouth with your hand. Straining your ears, you continued to listen to the far off footsteps before you heard a deep voice call out.

“Y/N! Where are you?!” Dabi’s voice registered in your head and your eyes widened in shock.

Your e/c eyes darted to Aizawa as you held a finger up to your lips and raced to stand up, pulling him with you. You adjusted your clothing quickly and tried to smooth out your tousled hair, while he moved to fix himself as well.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered quietly as he raised a brow at you questioningly.

The magenta hue returned to your eyes as you kissed him once more, savoring every second you could before quickly pulling away from the stunned man before you.

“Leave quickly, now. Don’t look back. Don’t stop until you get home.~” You desperately plead with him, he quickly leaves the area picking up his goggles and scarf as he dashed away from you. Leaving you all alone in the clearing.

A few minutes passed by before Dabi’s figure appeared from the tree line, his trench coat grazing against the flowers as he walked towards you.

“Y/N, what are you doing out here?” He asked.

“I found it after gathering the Intel and couldn't resist stargazing for a moment.” You effortlessly lie, hoping it sounded convincing to the man beside you.

He scoffed, before he let a chuckle escape his lips. “We were supposed to meet at the location I sent you an hour ago. You weren’t answering your phone so I figured you must have gotten caught and I would be forced to come save you.”

“Awe! See I knew you would come save me if you thought I was in trouble!” You giggled.

“Whatever dumbass, did you find out anything?”

“Yeah, did you?”

“No, the location was a dud.”

“Well, The grand commander of the Meta Liberation Army wants to start a war with the league of villains.” You stated boldly with a smirk playing on your lips.

“HEH! Does he now? Tell me more."

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˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Bonus Scene:

Dabi sat on the floor, his back leaning against the couch you were currently resting on. His fingers tapped relentlessly on his phone as he messaged back and forth with someone he was thinking about bringing into the league.

Your eyes were glued to the book in your hands as you reread the same passage three times already. Your mind couldn’t focus on anything but the events that happened between you and the Eraserhead hero from last night, the kiss still tingling on your lips as you remembered it. You let out a harsh sigh as you threw the book to the floor, the sudden moment made Dabi’s eyes glance towards you with curiosity when you remembered something similar about him and Aizawa.

“Dabi, I just remembered something.” You said with a smile as his eyes narrowed at you with fake annoyance.

“What?” He grunted out as he glanced back at his phone when it buzzed in his hand.

“Back when you were training me to fight, my quirk barely worked on you and it still doesn’t work on you too well. What do you think is the cause?”

His fingers suddenly stopped typing as his shoulders stiffened, his turquoise eyes remained locked on the phone in his hands as he refused to look back at you. Dabi rolled his shoulders to let out the tension quickly before he let out a scoff at your question.

“Tsk! You still don’t know why your quirk doesn’t work on me? Don’t worry you’ll figure it out someday, Doll.” He replied playfully.

“You're no help! What if my quirk doesn’t work on someone else during a fight, I want to get stronger.”

His expression hardened as his steeled eyes locked with yours, his dyed black hair looming over his furrowed eyebrows.

“Did your quirk not work on someone else? Who was it?” He quickly Interrogated, as he completely ignored his phone now continuously buzzing on the ground beside him.

You glanced away from his serious expression, the mere thought of Shota had you struggling to keep the blush that threatened to creep up your face at bay.

“No one. It’s just a hypothetical.”

He looked at you for a moment, studying your actions before he turned his attention back towards his phone and mumbled out.

“Then you don’t have to work about it, it won’t happen with anyone else.”

‘Everyone except Shota Aizawa.’

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“ERASER!” Present Mic shouted as he slammed open the door to his room.

Aizawa glared at him with tired eyes as he sat up from his bed, the late night had caused him to sleep in late the next morning. He rubbed the remaining bits of sleep out of his eyes as his childhood friend bounced around the room excitedly talking about different topics, his voice had drowned out in his ears over the years as he was able to pick out bits of important information from his ramblings.

“I heard you went out on a mission last night to trail some members of the LOV, did you find the hideout?” He questioned.

“No, they managed to get out of sight before I could follow them all the way there.” Aizawa skillfully lied.

“Who were you even tracking anyways?!” He shouted, the excitement making him rise his voice.

Aizawa hesitated for a moment, contemplating how much he could share of his passionate encounter with you. “Y/N L/N.”

“WHAT?! THE TEMPTRESS?!”

“Temptress? Where did you get that?”

“It’s been what the news is calling them lately, I guess Seductress was to spot on for them.”

Aizawa swiftly got ready as his friend continued to rattle on about how the news picked such lame nicknames for people and why, before his hand reached for the door.

“WOAH! Where are you going?! You just woke up, what could possibly have to do on a weekend that we don’t have classes on. “

“I found a lost kitten last night, but it ran away before I could bring it home.” Aizawa answered with a softened expression as his eyes glanced towards the ground.

“You're going to go search for a kitten?”

“Of course, I already decided it’s mine.”

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˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ A/N: I honestly wasn't planning to write such a heated make out scene, but I like how it turned out. Originally I did have a different backstory for the reader but it seemed to similar hawks, so I cut it.

Anyways, this was very fun to write! It's exciting to think about the quirks people send in with requests and how I can make them work into the story.

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chaoticsimp · 1 year

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Make a Wish

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Relationship: Aizawa x Fem!Reader

Content Warnings: SFW, angst, fluff, y/n, established relationship

Summary: Chaotic couldn't begin to describe your life lately. Just when you start to feel the weight of the world pushing you down you're reminded of all the people that lift you up.

A/N: Happy Birthday Anon! I hope I've done your request justice and that you have a wonderful birthday :D

Request: One-shot with everything going on in the anime (him just being released from the hospital) will he remember his girlfriend's bday? how will he react or celebrate it?

(his girlfriend also being a pro hero and also a teacher at U.A and an old friend of him and hizashi.)

If u could, pls add some friendship between reader and hizashi too :)

Word Count: 1132

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You needed a break. No. You didn’t like to call it that. Maybe a breather? Yeah, a breather didn’t sound as bad. Needing a break from your partner sounded like a slippery slope, and it’s not where you were headed. You just…you needed a breather.

“Hey, y/n!” Hearing your name made you grimace. You had gone out of your way to find a quiet corner of the school. With the gates being opened to civilians your once slice of paradise felt suffocating. You felt bad even thinking about complaining – it wasn’t as if the civilians had a choice.

“Y/N?” You released a slow breath, pulling your legs back and over the ledge to jump down to the roof.

“Hey,” You finally replied, and Yamada’s grin briefly faltered.

“You weren’t answering your phone." You pushed back your hair, taking a moment to rub your temples as you leaned against the ledge.

“I just needed a breather,” You sighed. You dug out your phone, turned it back on and were greeted by multiple missed calls and messages.

“Aizawa said you seemed down.”

“Just tired,” You dismissed. Yamada sighed, stepping closer as you avoided his gaze.

“Let it out,” He encouraged. You bit your lip, crossing your arms as you debated if you had enough space to jump to the next building without Yamada catching you.

“C’mon, talk.”

“It’s like I said, I’m tired Hizashi,” You sighed. “Everything is about Shigaraki, and All For One. Heroes are dropping left and right, we didn’t even get a second to mourn Kayama a-and Shota-”

Yamada noticed your hesitation. It was just like Aizawa had said – you clammed up around the topic of him. In an attempt to avoid hurting his feelings, you were burying your own.

“I’m just tired,” You repeated instead, ignoring the look Yamada gave you.

"Let me help then." He offered his arm, and you raised your brow.

“C’mon, we'll get Aizawa and I’ll cook dinner at my place. Then you two can relax.” You smiled slightly as you took his arm, relieved at the offer and one more thing off your plate. Yamada whisked you back inside.

“You know you’re allowed to complain,” Yamada said gently. “Even if it’s about Aizawa. I know he doesn’t make it easy sometimes.”

“I just feel like I’m coming in second a lot,” You admitted quietly, clutching Yamada’s arm a little tighter as the guilt burned in your stomach. The world was falling apart, but here you were complaining that your injured partner was already back to work. Yamada slowed to a stop before your apartment, he released your arm just to pull you into a tight hug.

“Happy Birthday,” He let you go, a grin on his face as he put his hand on the doorknob. “I just wanted to say it first."

You tried to remember the date, had you really forgotten your own birthday? Yamada threw open the door, and a chorus of Happy Birthday and Surprise washed over you as you stared in shock. Your colleagues, a few students, and friends all crammed into your apartment and Shota front and center with a cake, and lit candles.

“I told you I could get her here!” Yamada laughed as he gently pushed you into the apartment. You felt the tears welling in your eyes as you took a step back.

“Y/N?”

“I-I just need a minute.” The party went quiet, Yamada and Aizawa exchanged a glance as you took off down the hall to the bedroom.

“Go, go I’ll handle this,” Yamada prompted, taking the cake from Aizawa. “Alright, we need some music!”

Aizawa left Yamada to dazzle the room. The conversations picked up again as music filled the silence from your exit, and the worry in his stomach only got worse as he approached the bedroom. The door was ajar, and he slid into the room making sure to shut the door behind him. His heart sank when he heard your sniffles, your back to him as you lay in bed.

“I’m sorry,” He sighed. “I thought you’d enjoy the break and the party. I know I’ve been a little distant, I didn’t want to ruin the surprise and now I’ve upset-”

“I’m not upset,” You interrupted. “And you shouldn’t be apologizing.”

“So, you like it?” He asked, and you sat up.

"Of course, I love it Sho, but I’ve spent weeks thinking I was second place and needing breaks from you and the world and all this time you were…” Aizawa smiled gently, taking a seat next to you on the bed.

“You shouldn’t feel bad about needing to step back. Our relationship can take it, but it can’t take you holding all this in for my sake,” He spoke gently, lifting his hand to your face to wipe away your tears.

“I know I’ve needed more from you than usual, and I couldn’t be more grateful to have you with me through all this but I think you’ve forgotten that you have me too."

“I just didn’t want to give you something else to worry about,” You admitted. Aizawa sighed, a soft smile on his face as he leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“You are always worth the worry, I love you,” He whispered and you nearly started crying again.

“I love you too,” You breathed. It was the first time in weeks that it felt like you were able to take a full breath.

"I can't believe I forgot my own birthday." Aizawa chuckled.

"I was worried when you didn't mention it, but it did give me the opportunity to plan something for you."

“Did you really plan it all?”

“I even made your favourite cake,” He replied. “Took a few tries, but I hope it’s to your standard.”

“Everything is perfect Sho, thank you.” You leaned forward, pressing your lips to his and he pulled you closer to deepen the kiss. For a moment the world slipped away as you were blanketed with that comfort you had been missing for so long. A knock on the door brought you back, and Aizawa pulled back as the door opened.

“Everything okay in here?” Aizawa looked less than impressed as he eyed Yamada.

“Is it too soon to send everyone home?” He asked and you laughed as you swung your legs over the side of the bed.

“C’mon.” You offered him your hand, and he took it letting you guide him from the room. Aizawa let your hand go as you went to greet your guests, and he lingered back.

“Did you do it?” Yamada asked. Aizawa lifted his hand, feeling for the small box hidden in his pocket.

“Today is about her,” He replied, smiling slightly as he watched you. “Tomorrow can be about us.”

#aizawa fluff #shouta aizawa x reader #aizawa x reader #aizawa shouta #mha aizawa #aizawa shōta #aizawa x y/n #aizawa x you #shoto aizawa #bnha aizawa #mha x y/n #mha fanfiction

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mkendlic · 3 months

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Chapters: 4/? Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Original Character(s), Class 1-A (My Hero Academia) & Original Character(s), Bakugou Katsuki/Original Female Character(s), Bakugou Katsuki/Reader Characters: Class 1-A (My Hero Academia), Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Kirishima Eijirou, Todoroki Shouto, Ashido Mina, Kaminari Denki, Sero Hanta, Uraraka Ochako, Iida Tenya, Satou Rikidou, Tokoyami Fumikage, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Sensei | All For One, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Kayama Nemuri | Midnight, Yaoyorozu Momo, Asui Tsuyu, Jirou Kyouka, Shouji Mezou, Ojiro Mashirao, Shinsou Hitoshi, Kota Koji, Toru Hagakure, Yuga Aoyama, Class 1-B (My Hero Academia), League of Villains (My Hero Academia), Takami Keigo | Hawks, Bakugou Mitsuki, Bakugou Masaru, Bakugo Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku - Character Additional Tags: Graphic Description, Eventual Romance, Original Character(s), Implied/Referenced Character Death, Trauma, Badass, powerful quirk, Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, a lot of sarcasm, aizawa is a dad!!, midnight is a great mom, principle nezu is a ray of sunshine, Slow Burn, Fluff and Smut, Sexual Tension, long fic, Past Child Abuse, past trauma, Blood and Injury, Violence Summary:

As a young teen trying to figure what its like to be a normal teenager…well as normal as one can be in a world with QUIRKS! Nozomi Akumu tries to figure out, what its like to even be a student in high school. While being a pro hero at the age of 15. She’s determine to not let her past control her any longer. Will she find revenge in killing the man that destroyed her life? Or will she finally understand the meaning her parents taught her long ago? Come along on the journey that is Nozomi Akumu’s life. And find out why is her quirk so fearful.

#bakugokatsuki #mha #mha x reader #mha x oc #izuku midoriya #ao3 #ao3 bakugou #aizawa shouta #nemuri kayama #shouto todoroki #bnha quirks #fluff #katsuki is a little shit #slow burn #ochako uraraka #mina ashido #kirishima eijirou #all might #fanfic

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dearbraus · 23 days

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Aizawa Shōta x fem!reader

❝The country's eyes rest on U.A high following the kidnapping of first year student Bakugō Katsuki. With increased media coverage, and pressure from civilians, Japan's ministry of education decides to mitigate the heat they're under by employing a recent teachers studies graduate who's been making waves in the academic sphere with their more controversial pedagogical theory. They'd be growing in popularity, sparking further strife for them to deal with.

Enter Aizawa Shōta, pro-hero turned educator with a track record of unorthodoxy and a less than stellar attitude if his press appearances were anything to go by.

Two birds. One stone.

Their phone lines would stop being flooded with questions regarding the well being of hero students, and they'd stamp out the last of your starry eyed dreams. Problem solved. Or, so they hoped.

Or, the one where a qualified teacher gains a position at U.A and challenges Aizawa at every turn. Maybe they'll fall in love along the way. Who knows?❞

𓄼𑁍 Details: 18+ minors dni, sfw, post training camp arc, canon divergence, slow burn, slight age gap relationship, coworkers to lovers, workplace relationships, banter, reader is a teacher, reader is a slight author insert (ie is described as having hair that can have fingers comb through it), more tags to be added as the series progresses.

i - You'll need it (4.2k)

ii - Your best laid plans (4.0k)

#good luck babe #aizawa shota x reader

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circledotdestroy · 7 months

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Retrospective

Pairing: Shouta Aizawa x F! Pro-Hero! Reader

Summary:

After 12 years, you, Pro-Hero Strife, has to return to Japan. Your objective: discreetly track down and capture Akari Kaneko, a.k.a. Pro-Hero Aegis— your old classmate who attacked you during her visit in America. In the aftermath of All Might losing his power, however, using UA resources has its complications. The most unexpected complication being Aizawa, someone you never expected to see again.

Why does your past have to come back to haunt you now?

Content:

F! Reader, Canon rewrite/follow along (Post-Kamino Incident), You’re a Pro-Hero, attempts at humor, angst, flashbacks, rivals-to-friends-to-lovers (2x), slow-burn, second-chance romance, no physical features mentioned (I have thick 3C hair, I GET it), canon-typical violence, spoilers for MHA and Vigilantes, pain, idiots to lovers, autistic Shouta Aizawa, ND-coded Reader,

Chapters:

Chapter 1: My Old Friend, My New Problem

Chapter 2: The Insult of Injury

Chapter 3: Square One

Chapter 4: Professional Conversations

Tag list:

@lonelyghosts-stuff

#aizawa shouta x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #shouta aizawa x reader #aizawa x reader #aizawa x y/n #aizawa x you #mha x fem!reader #mha x female reader #bnha x fem!reader #bnha x you

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princesssukuna · 4 months

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It will always be you

So I have been writing this story for a while and I am so in love with it. I am in love with sleep deprived men, which means I love Aizawa. I can't write y/n or reader to save my life, so I decided to create a OC.

Pairing: F! OC x Shouta Aizawa

Rating: Mature (Minors DNI!)

Tags/CW: Angst, Fluff, Drug/Alcohol Use, Hurt/Comfort

Trope: Second Chance, Slow burn, Found Family

Summary: Being a superhero definitely had its perk. Saving people, being admired, and being the best role model for the future heroes in training. The downside? That's a taboo topic that needs to be covered perfectly behind the mask. Michelle (or you), or also known as Volten, is the #1 hero in Mexico. She has not been the same ever since the day she graduated and left U.A. without turning back. One day she gets an unexpected visit with an offer as a teacher at U.A. hoping that Michelle can get back on track with her personal life. Little does she know she will be reunited with her first love that also broke her apart.

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call-me-copycat · 11 months

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Welcome! こんにちは! ⛩️

Links:

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Here's a bunch of kaomojis for you to use!

About Me!

Hello! My name is Michiko, but please call me Michi or by my username, CopyCat! I'm fine with some nicknames as well! *ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ✩‧₊˚

I write and draw art for My Hero Academia (just MHA right now)

I'm accepting writing requests! Requests will always be open, so please feel free to stop by! You can ask on anon, and it's completely free! I'm fine with multiple requests and super long and complex requests too!

It just might take me some time to complete them right now, but I always strive for quality! I normally try to keep my fics around 5k+ words. Bonus since sometimes I have to do lots of research on things I'm not familiar with to avoid a poorly written request

Other than writing and drawing I love Japan and Japanese culture! I also love lots of cute things as well (especially cats) ( ⑉¯ ꇴ ¯⑉ )

I also like biology and biotech! I'll admit I'm a bit of a STEM nerd (⁠๑⁠•⁠﹏⁠•⁠)

I'm open to anyone who wants to just chat! I like getting tagged in tag games and hearing about someone's day! It's a bit of a struggle for me to talk to people, but I always try to put in the effort!

It's a pleasure meeting you! ໒꒰ྀི∩˃ ᵕ ˂∩꒱ྀི১

Writing Requests

Characters I'm better at writing:

Aizawa

Platonic/Romantic/Yandere ➜ Any request is fine

Shinso

Platonic/Romantic/Yandere ➜ Anything really

Present Mic

Platonic/Romantic/Yandere ➜ Any request is fine

Midnight

Platonic Only ➜ Mentor/Aunt/Caregiver, etc

All Might

Platonic Only ➜ Mentor/Uncle/Father Figure/Caregiver, etc

Deku

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Jiro

Platonic Only ➜ Friends/Best Friends

Tokoyami

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Platonic Only

Nezu

Platonic Only

Recovery Girl

Platonic Only

Tamaki

Platonic/Romantic/Yandere ➜ Any request is fine

Other Characters:

I'm fine with writing pretty much any MHA character, although there are some that I'm better with. Just ask and I'll tell you if I can write them or not!

I do mainly write for Shinso and Aizawa, so if you can then I'd suggest asking for them (๑´ㅂ`๑)ŧ‹"ŧ‹"

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I'll write for a wide range of things!

Fluff

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Complex/long requests

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Mental illnesses/health (most likely for hurt/comfort)

Slow Burn

Amnesia Fic

Body Swap

Childhood friends/friends/enemies to lovers

Strictly platonic fics

Arranged marriage/regular marriage

Slice of life

Darker content such as Death, torture, interesting ways of thinking, etc. (As long as it has a resolution)

If you have any questions as to what you want to request, please ask! If I can't write for something all the way then I'll be sure to try to find a night ground! ୧(`꒳´* )ว𓈒𓏸

Won't Write:

Political or overly religious prompts (with exceptions, such as it helps drive the plot forward)

Anything that has to do with real people

I don't do character x character (sorry, nothing against it!)

Male reader ( I have nothing against male readers, but since I'm female I find it rather difficult writing from a different perspective). I will write from a gender neutral point of view though :⁠-⁠)

Any hate in general towards an undeserving person/group

Anything other than MHA, although I do like to write short stories and poems from time to time

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If you have a request, please send it in! I love getting them, and I always try to write something that won't disappoint. Anons are on, and if you wish to stay anonymous but want to be remembered, then you can sign off with an emoji, symbol, or nickname.

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NOBODY HAS PERMISSION TO CREDIT THEMSELVES ON ANY OF MY WORKS UNLESS EXPLICITLY STATED. THANK YOU

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These are just some ways I've recently been trying to implement to make it easier to navigate my blog. I've only recently created this system for myself, so I'm sorry if it's a bit jumbled!

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Thank you all for your time! If you ever want to talk or be friends or anything, then I'll be here! I'm a bit awkward when it comes to talking, but I enjoy getting to meet new people!

I hope you all have a lovely day! Wishing you the best! (៸៸᳐>𖥦<៸៸᳐ )੭ﾞ

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arvandus · 2 years

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A Soft Place to Land

Pairing: Aizawa x AFAB!Reader

TW: Realistic sex, insecure reader, struggle with shame and self-loathing; difficulty orgasming; use of vibrator; it’s about the healing and healthy relationships 🤌🤌

Word Count: 2845

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It was finally happening. You were with Shouta, clothes long-since lost to impatient hands and hot kisses. It was everything you hoped for, your body burning hot with desire. Shouta’s rough hands caressed every inch of you as his teeth nipped and nibbled a love letter of marks from your ear lobe to your shoulder.

You gasped as his fingers dipped between your legs, and he growled in satisfaction at the slickness he found there. He took his time, carefully rubbing circles along your clit as he devoured the moans from your tongue.

He didn’t slip his fingers in until you began to buck into him, your body beckoning with every roll of your hips. Even so, he only allowed to the first knuckle of two of his thick fingers, allowing your body adjust to his presence. He paused in his kissing and pulled away just enough to watch the hazy lust in your eyes as his fingers slowly entered, inch by searing inch until he filled you. You let out a shaky breath, your hands gripping his shoulders. You felt the muscles ripple beneath your touch as he drew his fingers out slowly, and entered you again, this time curling his long digits against your sensitive walls. It pulled a shudder from your lungs, your breath shaky as you stared up at him with teary eyes.

“You’re beautiful.” He whispered.

Your breaths began to come out shaky, and you could feel the need in you swell, but you knew... you knew this wouldn’t be enough. You didn’t just need his touch; you needed him, all of him.

“Please...” you begged.

It was all you needed to say. Shouta understood.

Of course, he did. The way he seemed to understand your tone, your body language, even the rhythm of your breath – he understood you as if he’d studied you for years, cataloguing every minute detail of you until he was sure he understood you as easily as he understood himself.

Shouta’s gaze on you softened, a gentle smile on the corners of his lips, like a secret he only wanted to share with you. He lowered his lips to yours, trapping you in a tender kiss as he slowly withdrew his fingers from you.

Your hand found him, holding the girth of him hard and heavy in your palm as you gave affectionate strokes to his cock. You could feel every detail against your palm – the veins that arched and curved along his length like tree roots, the slightest curve of his shaft like a flower stretching towards the sun, the precum beading on his tip that you smeared with your thumb to coat the smooth, flushed head.

His eyes were half-hooded, his mouth parted as he steadied his breaths as he let himself relish in your attention.

“What are you doing?” he whispered, his tone teasing. His voice was hoarse, deep, as if the power you held in your hands controlled every fiber in his body, drawing him tight like a bowstring.

You smirked up at him, playfully. “Appreciating.” You replied.

He gave a small grin back at you, and slowly lowered himself to hover over you as your hand continued its steady strokes. Soon you were framed beneath him, his forearms propping up most of his upper body weight while his fingers gently twined in your hair. With Shouta now in the perfect position, you silently lined him up with your entrance and slowed your stroking to stare up into his eyes.

“You sure you want this?” he asked, his dark gaze penetrating you.

His beauty stunned you – the framing of his dark locks that tickled your cheeks, his jawline covered in stubble, and his eyes...

They were dark pools whose depths threatened to swallow you whole and drown you. And yet, they were also vulnerable, framed in the slightly drawn eyebrows and penetrating gaze that demanded truth. Nothing but truth.

You bit your lower lip and nodded. With his cock still gripped in your hand, you brushed the tip of him against your folds invitingly, watching as his breath hitched and his eyes closed briefly as he fought for control.

“I’m sure,” you whispered.

He kissed you heavily then, warm lips capturing yours before leaving your open mouth to mark a trail of kisses along your jaw line until he reached the lobe of your ear.

“Tell me if it hurts,” he whispered, his breath tickling your skin and sending goosebumps down your skin as your heart raced.

You gave a small nod, and he kissed you again, his tongue caressing yours as he began to enter you.

You gasped at the stretch, the burn making your thighs shake, and he hesitated for the slightest moment, his eyes catching yours with a silent question. But you egged him on, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer to you so you could deepen your kiss. He moved one hand to raise your thigh against him and continued, slowly, pulling out the slightest fraction only to push deeper. Out, and in. Out, and in. The thickness of his cock rode on the slickness of your walls, stretching, stretching as your body gave way to him. With every inch, he claimed more, demanded more, until you were utterly his, his cock filling you to the brink as he bottomed out in you.

For a moment you both lingered, relishing in the feeling of the closeness. Every sense was satisfied, from the touch of your bodies, the sounds of your breaths, the scent of your intimacy. You felt him everywhere – every crevice, every nerve. The ache was torturous yet fulfilling, the feel of Shouta’s heavy body against yours suffocating and yet safe. You closed your eyes, allowing your other senses to wash over you. Touch, sound, smell... It was a moment held frozen in time, Shouta’s nose barely brushing yours, his lips a hair’s width from your own as you trembled beneath him, vibrating with anticipation.

Then, Shouta’s grip on your thigh tightened and slowly, ever so slowly, he pulled out until only his tip lingered.

A breath, an exhale.

Then he pushed into you again, this time a little bit faster, a little more certain. It was less patient but still careful – always careful. With a meticulous dip of his hips, he not only filled you completely without hurting you, but pulled a hungry moan from your parted lips.

He was your rock, letting you grip him as your back arched in pleasure, your fingers tangling into his hair.

Again, he pulled out slowly, only to meet you swiftly on his return, your bodies crashing together with greater force than before. Another shock of pleasure, another gasp, and a clench of your slick, swollen cunt around his girth. His own grunt met yours like an echo, a primal call between two bodies.

I’m here.

Gradually, he eased into a steady pace, your thigh still propped up by his strong, calloused hand as he buried his face into your neck, his hot breath panting across your skin. And you gripped him in return, your teeth clenched into his shoulder, the salt of his skin dancing across your tastebuds.

It felt divine, heavenly. Every drag of his cock across your walls had you wanting more, every graze of his base against your clit had you writhing, hips grinding for more, more, more. You could feel your body begging, calling, chasing that elusive finale, the one that always seemed to vanish from your grasp whenever you felt yourself get close.

Maybe this was it. Maybe it would finally happen. And who better to have it happen with than Shouta? You loved him. You loved him, more than you’d loved anyone. And you knew he loved you too. Surely that had to count for something. Surely it would make a difference.

But it didn’t. Instead, the pleasure lingered, teetering, fading in and out of focus, so close and yet so far away, just like it always had.

A deep frustration welled in your chest, as you fought tooth and nail against the rising tide of disappointment.

Why? What was it not happening?? You could feel yourself hovering on the edge, waiting for the plunge. You wanted it, craved it.

A cold fear began to creep down your spine, the panic settling like poison in your gut as you felt the impending orgasm start to slip away. The pleasure faded to a numbness, and you began to lose your focus, the closeness you’d been feeling a moment before slipping through your fingers even as you continued to cling to Shouta’s body. You could feel yourself separating from the moment, like a ghost trapped in a stranger’s body, observing what was supposed to be an intimate, powerful experience with a vague detachedness.

You didn’t want this. You didn’t want to slip away, to sink beneath your fear and insecurity. You didn’t want to be swallowed by your self-loathing for a body that couldn’t seem to give you want you wanted.

And worst of all, you didn’t want to disappoint Shouta.

The forbidden thought of faking your orgasm popped into your mind, to spare him from having to carry the weight of your shame, to let himself be consumed by a failure that wasn’t his fault.

But you dismissed it instantly. He would notice. And deep down you knew that would hurt him more than just being honest.

Tears started to prick at the corners of your eyes, and your body stiffened, no longer joining Shouta’s thrusting hips and hot kisses.

Shouta noticed instantly of course, and immediately stopped, propping himself up on his elbows to look into your eyes. His gaze stripped you bare immediately, and thick, heavy tears began to dribble down your cheek.

His brow was furrowed, and he immediately pulled out of you. “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”

You shook your head and wiped at your eyes. He sat up and pulled you up with him, his hands never letting go of yours.

“No, no.” you sniffed. “It’s not you. I just... I can’t...”

Your words faltered, humiliation trapping your tongue in a heavy silence. Years of experience told you to prepare for disappointment, to prepare for scoffing, for a snide remark or a hurt ego. It didn’t matter that this was Shouta in this moment, the one man who would do none of those things. It was the only reality you’d known, and in that moment, you couldn’t imagine any different.

But the hurtful words never came. Instead, he waited silently, his hands now rubbing your arms in soothing strokes, giving you time to gather your thoughts and feelings.

You tried again. “I can’t.... you know....” You fiddled your fingers nervously, your eyes avoiding Shouta’s.

Realization dawned, his hands pausing in their stroking.

“Have you ever had an orgasm?” he asked.

The question was simple, direct, to the point, his voice calm and patient.

Your head tilted further down. “No... not with a partner.”

Shouta hummed thoughtfully. “What about by yourself?”

“Um, yeah... but only with my vibrator. But like... I didn’t want to, you know...”

“What?”

“Well, usually guys don’t like it when I bring it out. Like it makes them feel bad, like they can’t, you know, take care of me.”

Shouta frowned in disapproval, his eyes narrowing. Then his expression softened as he took in your defensive posture – hunched shoulders, arms crossed protectively over your exposed chest. He took your hand and put it onto his jaw. “Do you have it with you?”

Your eyes finally met his, wide with shock. “Y-Yeah, but you don’t have to- I don’t want you to think-“

Shouta gave a soft smile with a gentle breath of a laugh. “Don’t worry about me. It helps you, right?”

You nodded.

“It makes you feel good?”

You nodded again.

“Then that’s all I care about.”

You stared at him silently, as your world rearranged itself around the existence of him, this one man shattering everything you’d been forced to believe. Slowly, the heavy weight of years of shame began to lift from your chest.

“So,” he said. “Where is it?”

Your eyes glanced at your nightstand. “In the top drawer... in the black velvet bag.”

He planted a gentle kiss on your lips, your face framed in his strong hands, before he opened the drawer and retrieved the item.

“Lay down.” He said huskily.

You obeyed him, watching silently as he removed the vibrator from its bag. He turned it on, starting at the lowest setting. He watched it buzz for a moment before turning his eyes to you with the smallest hint of a smirk on his lips.

He gently laid the toy across your clit, and you gave a small, happy gasp.

“Hmm...” he hummed and danced the silicon nub around your labia before returning back to your sensitive bud. Your hips wiggled down slightly as you got more comfortable on the plush mattress.

“What setting do you like it on?” he asked.

Before you could even answer, he increased the power to the next level.

You hummed as he applied more pressure, but it quickly faded as he removed it slightly, drawing delicate circles around your wet entrance.

He was teasing you. He was enjoying this. And for the first time, so were you.

“Um...” you slurred around a heavy, wet tongue. “Usually on max.”

Shouta raised an eyebrow, his smirk growing. “Max, huh?”

He pushed the button again, sending the power up even higher as he rubbed it in slow, firm circles over your clit.

Your back began to arch as pleasure began to shoot through your veins, heat building between your legs. Shouta’s erection was quickly returning, precum dripping eagerly.

“More...” you begged, your eyes squeezed shut.

He obliged and increased the power again.

Once your hips began to buck, Shouta took your hand in his and placed it over the handle of the vibrator.

“Hold that for me.” He whispered against your lips. You obeyed, your eyes fluttering open just in time to see him give a couple of strong strokes to his cock before pushing into you again.

This time, your body gave way to him eagerly, and he slipped in easily. The added pressure of him being in you combined with the power of your vibrator encased you in a fortress of pleasure from which there was no escape, your body held captive.

Shouta began thrusting again, slow at first, but now your cunt was dripping, clenching around him, begging for more.

You could feel it building, quickly, with the swiftness of a great storm across ocean waters. Every fiber of your being began to tense, crackling across your skin like lightning, eager to conjoin with the man who was above you, in you, everywhere all at once. He was magnetic, he was power, and you wanted to lose yourself to him, to let your thoughts fall away leaving only feeling, only pleasure.

“Please,” you begged. “Don’t stop...”

He thrust harder then, his face once again buried into your neck, hot breath coating your flesh as his teeth grazed your skin.

The crescendo was fast, the peak higher than you’d ever reached on your own. You came like the cracking of thunder, your body bucking, your lungs gasping. It washed over you, dismantled you until you felt like disembodied energy, a floating soul tethered to Shouta by a golden, heavenly thread.

Shouta wasn’t far behind you, his hips pounding into powerfully as you rode out the traces of your orgasm. He gave a deep heavy grunt, a gasp, and with a final buck of his hips he emptied his seed into you, letting it coat your walls, claiming you. He rode out his own orgasm with a few more thrusts until his hips stuttered with a final, deep thrust.

For a moment, he was still, buried to the hilt, his sweaty forehead pressed against your shoulder as he let his pounding heart slow, let his own tidal waves of pleasure recede back into a low hum.

Then he kissed your neck as he took the vibrator from your hand and turned it off. He set it aside on the bed and nestled his head against your chest as he let himself soften in you, unwilling to separate his body from yours.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and kissed the top of his head tenderly.

“Thank you.” You whispered.

“Hm.” He replied hazily, sleep already starting to overtake him.

You squeezed him tighter in your arms. “Shouta... I mean it. Thank you.”

He lifted his head then, his dark eyes taking you in. And this time, you were happy to be seen, to feel vulnerable.

A soft smile crept across his stubble-framed lips as he noticed that you didn’t shy from his gaze.

“You’re welcome.”

Then he kissed you gently and laid his head back onto your chest as your fingers began to comb through his hair and trace invisible shapes along the muscles of his back.

#goddamn it I forgot tags #Aizawa x reader #shouta x reader #shouta smut #aizawa smut #soft aizawa #realistic intimacy #tw:insecurities around sex and orgasming

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