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zawadni · 1 year

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SHOUTA AIZAWA WAS A GRUMPY DUDE. Be it his resting neutral face or his introverted nature that made him appear in such a manner, the man was just always grumpy-looking. The longer he went on teaching 1A, the more each of them began picking up on it. When they started to really pay attention to him, they marveled at the fact that one can keep the same face for so long.

During the early school hours, they could never see anything else. He always wore the same monotone expression or was just straight-up gloomy.

The main theory was that he simply wasn't a morning person. Everyone and their mothers knew that Aizawa almost never slept; some started to speculate it was some weird quirk that was assigned with the Erasure.

Case in point, his expression never changed. They got so caught up in their conspiracies that some of them were just downright outlandish- though it didn't stop them from creating a pool so they could place their best bets.

It went from a 'maybe he didn't like being around kids so he was always pissed' from Mina down to the possibility of him being an android that was only programmed with one emotion- which was whatever expression was always permeating his face- from Kaminari.

As the school year flew by faster than they had anticipated, they agreed that they would never be subjected to such a sight and that witnessing a comet was probably less rare than this.

And it was like they had almost literally jinxed it.

The following school day, for the very first time since they all started school, Aizawa was actually the first one in the classroom. They had been accustomed to waiting a few minutes every day because he was always late to class and it just didn't start until he felt like showing up to teach them.

Apparently, every one of them noticed because as they filed into the room and sat at their desks, none of them said a single syllable. The sound of their shoes clicking and tapping against the floors was the only sound. One by one, they quickly and quietly sat down; not a single one had the gall to say anything.

Though he wasn't paying attention since whatever was on his phone was more interesting than the fear that was being instilled in them just because he showed up on time. "Just do whatever. Don't be too loud."

And there it was! Mina nailed the bottom of her shoe into Kaminari's calf the second Aizawa turned his eyes away, "Ow! The heck-" She sternly motioned her head toward the front to witness him ever so subtly turning up a smile and looking at his phone.

Just like a line of dominoes standing perfectly, one gets tipped and it's a constant chain reaction. Kaminari gasps before turning around and shoving Kirishima's face off his desk. Kirishima in turn reaches across to slap the back of his palm onto Sero's bicep. And even though Bakugo says up and down he "didn’t care." Sero swiftly crouches down to stretch over and push his shoulder.

Considering they were absolutely not subtle, the rest of their classmates gazed at the interaction between the group of friends before and they all followed suit. It dawned on a few of them that there were probably better things to do, but this was probably going to be the most interesting thing for them for the rest of the year.

He commented on having to go to Mic's room for something, never tearing his eyes from his phone while stalking into the hall and the room erupted into a fit of noise- some confusion and some just pure excitement.

In the midst of the chaos and flurry of kids standing up from their chairs, Jirou lit up like a cartoon light bulb and swung over Kaminari and Mina's legs to get to the wall to try listening in. She knew it was at least morally gray but there was an itching feeling of needing to know building up in the back of her head like a tub filling with water.

“A lot of them have been giving me weird looks lately. You know what the hell’s going on with them?”

“Who knows Sho! Maybe they found out.” He never looked so smug in his life.

“Yes because I’m so sure they know I’m married, Yamada.”

“Oh my gosh.” In succession, three little words got a room full of jittery and rambunctious students calm into a cluster of whispers before quickly dying out. “He’s married!” She all but whispers. If they weren’t loud before, they sure were now.

A heavy, squiggly exclamation point and mark hung from the ceiling whilst they all clamored over one another to rush back to their seating arrangements before Aizawa could saunter back into the room likely due to the deafening noise of themselves.

They knew; their catlike curiosity had been satiated and in those few short minutes, they defied “curiosity killed the cat.” Because maybe it didn’t always kill the cat, maybe the cat's curiosity had greatly been put at ease, all 20 of them.

It was like watching them in a pressure cooker, one of them was bound to crack; breaking under the closing weight of that sated curiosity, so maybe curiously did in fact kill the cat. The silence was eerie and the tension was rapidly increasing until it was all that filled the air.

Much to their delight, they carried on about their day without any of them spilling their guts or (weirdly) without any questions from Aizawa about their behavior.

Neither he nor his class spoke a word for the duration of the school day and when it was time for them to leave and retreat to the comfort of their rooms, they collectively let out a sigh of relief they were all holding in.

He lets out a dreadful sigh before sluggishly crawling into the bed next to you, "They freakin’ know."

The giggle you let out made him wipe off the grin that littered his face before turning his face toward you. "And why do you think so?"

"I went out in the hallway and Yamada let it slip that I was married. Jirou must've been listening ‘cause they got really loud and I heard a lot of shuffling before I walked back in."

"That could’ve meant anything Sho'."

"Yeah, but they were all silent for the rest of the day. That doesn't just happen, not with them. And some of them were also being weird for like a month until they stopped like two months ago until it started again today."

You lifted the lower half of your body up from the mattress to sit above him and pull his head into your lap to comb his hair back with your fingers. "If it started again today then you were probably smiling at your phone when we were talking."

He scoffed, "I do not smile."

"Oh, you freakin' liar you definitely do. Ask Yamada, he has videos of it."

"You know, sometimes I think I shouldn't have gotten married to you." He’s clearly kidding.

"Oh, you're so overdramatic, Sho'. You'll be fine. What's the worst that could happen?"

"They're gonna bombard me with questions until they get answers."

You gasped dramatically and threw your right hand over your heart, "Oh no! How dare they ask questions about their teacher. Monsters I say!"

“Oh whatever." He rolled over onto his back and hid his face in his arms.

And you swore you could almost see the faintest of grins.

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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 1 year

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Expecting: Life with their Pregnant Partner

Featuring Aizawa, Fatgum and Hawks

Aizawa x pregnant GN! Reader; Fatgum x pregnant GN! Reader; Hawks x Pregnant GN! Reader

Warnings: fluff, reader being a little reckless

AN: I was reading through my google docs and found these 😄 absolutely zero clue when I wrote these. Honestly love that for me.

Aizawa

"YN what the hell are you doing?" Shota shouts as he walks in, seeing his heavily pregnant partner perched along the baseboards of class 1-A's dorm floors.

"Shota! Just in time, I need you to change my water bucket. Look how dirty these baseboards are! Can you believe that?" you say, smiling at your husband as you go back to dipping the cloth in the bucket and wiping the soaking cloth along the now sparking boards.

"YN, seriously? I can't leave you alone can I?” He says going to help you up from the ground, fussing over you as you stand.

"You know the doctor said to rest right? I mean you and I were both at the last appointment. I'm pretty sure I heard him say that about 15 times,” he says, looking at you with a scowl as you roll your eyes in response.

"I'll have you know I did rest sweetheart. But then Miydoria came in and asked if I wanted a snack. So I said 'yes let me help you' so then I got up. I walked to the kitchen and noticed some dirt on the floor. So I got the broom out. Then I swept the dirt and noticed a scuff on the baseboards and well we can't have a scuff so I went and got a bucket. Then one scuff turned into two and then three and then five,” you say gesturing to the floor boards.

“YN seriously,” your husband said, crossing his arms over his large chest.

"You really want our baby to be born with filthy floor boards Shota?" You say, crossing your arms and waiting for your husband's reply.

"YN the baby isn't going to be studying the floor boards when they arrive. Plus I think you should be worried about more important things like, and maybe I'm just being dramatic here, but oh I don't know labor perhaps?" Shota says escorting you to the nearest coach the rest. You scoff at your husband once more as Midoriya, Bakugo, Kirishima and Todoroki walk in.

"I'm going to need you all to watch YN for me,” Shota says standing up and walking towards his students

"Excuse me? I'm very capable!” you shout, shocked at your husband's words to his students.

"YN I have a patrol tonight. There is no way I'm leaving you to your own devices. You'll probably end up repainting the whole common area,”he says looking at you.

"Didn't you already by paint YN?” Todoroki says before you quickly interject

"Well would you look at the time! Come on boys, let's go start dinner,” you say waddling towards the teens

"YN you have got to be kidding me right now?!?” Shota says rubbing his temples

"Have a great night love!” you say pushing the boys towards the doors.

Fatgum

"YN I'm home my love",” Taishiro shouts. The apartment smells amazing and he is starving. After a long night fighting crimes and arresting villains, Taishiro only wants two things.

To have a good meal and to see his beautiful partner.

"In here my love! I'm just finishing supper,” you shout as you wipe your hands on your apron.

Taishiro stoped and looked at you. His beautiful partner, pregnant with his baby and making him his favorite meal.

"Honestly I could get use to seeing you pregnant for the rest of my life YN,” Taishiro says pulling you into a hug and kissing your forehead lightly.

You giggle and pat his stomach as you head back towards the stove to stir your vegetables.

"Lets get this one out first and then we will talk,” you say rubbing your belly as your stir the food and grab plates.

"Busy day my love?" He asks, washing his hands and sitting at the table.

"I went by the new fish market today and grabbed a huge variety! Then I went to the farmers market and got these and some fresh produce,” you say pointing to the freshly cut bouquet of sunflowers sitting on the table.

"YN I thought the doctor told you to stay away from fish,” he says worryingly.

"Love I can eat some cooked fish but I mostly got it for you! I've been watching this cooking show I wrote down some awesome recipes to try!” you say plating Taishiro's food and setting it in front of him

"Baby you should be resting during the day,” Taishiro says scolding you

You look at him, deadpan. "Babe I literally sit on the coach and write down recipes. I'm not running a marathon," you say rolling your eyes.

"I just worry about you YN. You do so much for me and I want you and the baby to be healthy,” Taishiro says, grabbing your hands and pulling you close.

You smile at your husband and give him a soft kiss. "Taishiro, you have Kirishima and Tamaki check on me at least twice a day when you are at work. Plus you text me every hour. Aizawa even came by last week to make sure I didn't need a snack. I'm well taken care of love!” you say smiling at your husband as he smiles back.

"Ok YN,” Taishiro says smiling as he grabs his fork and begins to eat.

"I did lug the groceries up the 5 flights of stairs today tho,” you say resting your hips against the back of the counter and smiling at your husband as he chokes on his food, quickly reaching for his water.

"YN seriously?!" Taishiro says clearing his throat as his eyes widen on you

"I'm joking babe," you say smiling. Taishiro breathes out a sigh of relief as he goes to take another bite.

"It was only four flights," you say laughing as you walk out of the room, leaving your husband hanging, fork halfway to his mouth.

Hawks

Hawks walks into his apartment to hear music coming from down the hallway. He smiles as he sets his keys down, removing his goggles, headset, boots and coat before heading to see you.

He knows you’re in the baby's room. That's where you've been for the past few days. Your nesting has kicked into full gear as you prepare for the arrival of your baby any day now.

What Hawks doesn't expect is to see you singing 5 feet above the ground, as you balance atop a ladder pounding a nail into the wall.

"Holy crap YN!" He yells as he goes to steady you and you smile down at him.

"Hey baby! So glad your home safe! How was your night?" You say smiling down at your husband

"YN what in the hell are you doing? Get down from there!" Hawks growls as your roll your eyes, setting the hammer on top of the ladder and climbing down.

"Ok I'm down here now what?" you say looking percuriously at your husband.

"Well for one, no more ladder,” Hawks says grabbing the ladder and folding it up, hauling it out of the babies room.

You sigh and follow your husband as he puts the ladder away.

"Keigo I have things to do!” you say your hands now on your hips as your husband glares at you.

"Do I need to put a lock on this door YN? Because I absolutely will!” he says narrowing his eyes at you.

"Keigo the baby is coming and their room isn't finished!" You say pouting and stomping your feet.

You husband sighs and rolls his eyes, walking up to you and pulling you into a hug. He knows how stressed you've been about your babies arrival.

"YN the baby isn't even going to be sleeping in their room remember? You have time love," Hawks says nuzzling your nose.

"Keigo first impressions are everything! And I want to give the baby a tour when we bring them home. And that includes their FINISHED room!" you say with emphasis, throwing your hands in the air.

Keigo looks at your, trying not to laugh at your pure ridiculousness.

"I'll tell you what YN. How about this weekend we do the finishing touches together?" He says as he notices your mood perk up at the suggestion.

"Babe that would be so awesome!" You answer gleefully.

"I mean I have to put the crib, swing and rocker together anyways. Might as well do it all,” he says as he notices your eyes widen and you look away from him.

"YN-"

“Ok so I may have accidently out the swing together,” you say, grinning at your husband.

Hawks sighs, his hand doing to his head, "what in the world am I going to do with you?"

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puppyguppy · 8 months

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There's a buzz in the room, a buzz in your bones, but it takes you a few minutes to figure out why. To parse through the various possibilities, probabilities; to figure out the specific frequency and then fixate on it. It's not the television, which you'd earlier turned down to something barely above pleasant mumble. It's mostly just background noise, and the flickering light of a mellow Monday, sometime close to midnight. It's not the hum and occasional, contained clunk and thunk of ice being made in your fridge. And, the screen of your phone remains just as dark as it has been the last couple of hours or so, over on the sidetable. So, it wasn't the vibrations of someone trying to contact you. Lost on confusion and curiosity though, you don't notice that your hand stops. Not until that buzzing suddenly stops, too. You blink, back into your body, and just what your body had been doing. Experimentally, you knead and rub your fingers again, deep into long, soft locks and against a silky scalp. It takes a few seconds -- for that sound, that feeling, to start back up again. And for you to finally figure it out. It's him. Shouta. And he's practically purring in your lap, the air between your legs warm and humid, where he breathes and somehow doesn't suffocate. You've always been just a little claustrophobic; can only have your face covered for so long, by anything other than a mask (or a hand). Meanwhile, the man in your lap falls face-first into so many things; pillows, cushions, blankets, beds (your chest) and can not only sleep like that, but live like that, comfortable and content. He might be feeling a bit more then contentedness right now, though. Were he actually the cat he impersonated so well, you wouldn't be surprised at all to see the slow, rhythmic swish and flick of a tail. Or the droop and twitch of ears. Maybe he'd even go so far as to make biscuits out of your thighs. As it is, he hums and groans against the inseam of your jeans, while you fulfil one of life's few guilty pleasures. Not that you feel guilty about it, gods no, how could you? This was a fucking privilege. An honor, to partake in such a secret practice; petting the Underground Hero Eraserhead into a sleepy, satisfied puddle. You've earned this. You worked hard to get here. And you'll never tell a single other soul, because he has an image to uphold. A reputation to keep. And he'll kill you, if you ever slip. Or, at the very least, let you deal with the villains that learn of such a weakness. Absentmindedly, you drag your nails down the nape of his neck, and his responding shiver rattles through the couch. It's hard to tell, what with the shadows of the room, and the socks on his feet, but you're pretty sure you even see his toes curl from out the corner of your eye. Your heart swells, but your core clenches. You're acting on an idea before it's even fully formed in your head. So it's an impulse, really -- to curl your fingers into a fist, white your knuckles with tension as you knot his hair amidst the clammy palm of your hand, and then pull. You don't yank his hair, but you pull on the strands slowly, steadily, until the pressure brings his head up and off of your lap. And then higher, and higher, until his neck is bent back, and you can look down at his face as he pants into the room. Eyes screwed shut, lashes fluttering, brows crinkled; cheekbones flushed, blushed, but you're not sure if it's from the residual heat of your thighs, or this exact moment. It's another secret, this. How he likes it. This. How he likes it like this. Beautiful, you often call him. Pretty. Handsome, and on on occasion, cute. But, when the mood strikes, like right now? "Gorgeous," is what you call him. "Just wanted to see your face." And, no longer muffled by the flesh and fabric of your crotch, you feel that buzz for exactly what it is. Feel it, hear it, see it, as his mouth drops open just a bit, just enough, to moan.

#midnight munchies for the bestie #aizawa x y/n #aizawa x reader #aizawa shouta #aizawa #eraserhead #gender neutral reader #we love a man not afraid to moan #not inspired by a tiktok for once!

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kirbyskisses · 2 years

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Thinking of soft Aizawa who keeps his shy cow hybrid reader so well groomed, happy and sated.🥺

They eat well and he keeps them nice and full.

He coos when they make such cute faces and holds them close when they cry about how both the bulls and full humans in the neighborhood around are so mean.

He breeds them himself complimenting their tail and hooves and ears alongside their sweet human features; delighting in the mooing and gasping at his rough hands and grinding.

"i'm gonna fill you up nice and full, my love. do you want me to knock you up with my babies? yeah? gonna carry my little calfs? you’ll be even more beautiful pregnant- I’ll be right there with you. just keep singing those pretty noises on my cock."

And they do because how could they not? being more beautiful means more of his soft praises.

He doesn’t mind the partial judgment that he’s so romantic to them - one dirty look from his dry red eyes and everyone shuts up.

He can’t ever regret marrying his favorite when he sees them pregnant, breastfeeding their first little baby boy his with human features plus a little cow tail and floopy white ears.

And of course he loves that their milk now is so clean, warm, sweet and rich and saved all for him to take. 🥰

#shota aizawa smut #aizawa smut #shouta aizawa x reader #eraserhead x reader #eraserhead #aizawa x reader #x gender neutral reader #x gn reader #x reader #tw.hybrid #tw hybrids #this has been sitting in my drafts #for MONTHS

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zen-the-dumb · 6 months

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Aizawa hurt/comfort oneshot

“Where do you want us to go from here?”

Gn!reader

Playlist I made to go with it: 1-14: suffering alone 15-29: explaining the why’s 30-44: comfort and help with recovery

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(TW!: for self-harm, self destructive tendencies, and implied suicidal thoughts. If any of these topics make you uncomfortable or trigger you, please DNI. Instructions on how to find resources will be in the comments. You are not alone and are worthy of help.)

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(Reader is a pro hero for this oneshot)

You had been struggling with your mental health for so long. You had never reached out for the fear that you would seem insane, or selfish.

You felt like other people deserved help, but you didn’t. That you weren’t ‘sick enough’ to be taken seriously. You progressively got worse as your depression sunk to deeper and deeper levels.

Eventually, you resorted to harming yourself to ease your mental pain, with physical pain. No one around you knew. Your hero costume had long sleeves, and long pants. You didn’t want anyone to find out. You didn’t want to be stopped. You wanted to get sicker. You wanted to keep cutting deeper and deeper until one day you’d cut too deep. That’s what you wanted.

Of course you would never say those thoughts out loud. After all, what would anyone think of a self destructive hero? How would anyone be able to trust a hero who couldn’t even control their own thoughts of destroying themselves from the inside out to control a situation where others were in danger?

You were dreading having to go out on patrol today. You wished you could just go to sleep and not have to wake up again. Your only relief was that you were not going to be on patrol alone. Shota was coming with you.

As you got into your hero costume, you realized it was a bit loose. You had been neglecting your health and were loosing weight due to not eating. You shrugged and put it the rest of the way on.

You made your way out of your apartment building and began walking towards where Aizawa had told you to meet him.

Once you turned the corner, you saw Aizawa leaning against a light post. He looked over at you as you walked over.

“You ready?” He asked nonchalantly, looking you up and down for a moment. You nodded.

You two began the patrol around the city, carefully watching for any criminals or villains.

The first half of the nearly five hour patrol went off without a hitch. There were only a few instances of pickpocketing and a mugging that the two of you had to take care off.

Near the 3 hour mark of your patrol, Shota noticed something. He caught a glimpse of a cut/bite bruise on your wrist before you had noticed and tugged your sleeve down again. He was a bit caught off guard at first.

He wanted to ask you about it immediately, but decided to wait if he could get another glimpse to confirm.

Shota continued looking to your wrists whenever you were distracted and eventually, he got the confirmatory glance he needed. About 15 minutes from the end of the patrol, your sleeve slipped down again. He caught a look at two cuts on the inner side of your wrist. Unmistakable for anything besides cuts from a razor blade.

He kept his composure, not wanting to confront you while you were both on shift.

Aizawa waited the 15 minutes, his nerves about what he had seen festering inside of him like an infected wound.

Once the alarm on his watch went off for end of shift, he almost immediately asked you about it.

“Y/N. I need to ask you something.” he began, crossing his arms in front of him.

“Yeah?” you questioned, signaling for him to ask whatever he needed to ask. You tilted your head to the side a bit as he began.

“Are you okay?” Aizawa asked this first question blunt and stern.

“What?” you queried.

“Just answer the question.” Shota directed.

“Yes, i am” you answered. You knew it was a lie, you really did, but somewhere deep down you wished it was true.

“Really? Because the marks on your wrist told me a different story.”

Your eyes widened just a bit as you desperately tried to keep your composure. You were scared. He had seen them. He knew. The one thing you didn’t want was for anyone to know!

You were panicking, but you managed to object. “What marks? What are you talking about?”

“You don’t have to lie to me. All I want to know is why. Why did you harm yourself?” he was clearly trying to sound comforting. You stayed silent. You wouldn’t be able to lie your way out of this one, would you? You looked down at your feet, avoiding eye contact, not wanting to look at someone for the fear you’d see an emotion that you didn’t want to see.

“Can you please explain? I need to know so that I can try to help you.”

This shocked you when you heard it. He didn’t want to scold you? Why wasn’t he yelling and calling you a selfish human being?

He wanted to help you? This was incredibly hard for you to fathom why he would ever want to help someone as miserable and selfish as you? The truth was, you were neither of those things, in Aizawa’s eyes and not. To him, you were a perfect and amazing person that he enjoyed spending time with. That’s why he wanted to know why you had purposefully harmed yourself. Because he couldn’t fathom why someone as beautiful/handsome and amazing as you would ever want to hurt themself.

However, you didn’t see what he saw, that was clear. You didn’t see yourself as beautiful or handsome, as amazing, as someone that anyone would like being around. You didn’t see why anyone would ever find it pleasurable and comforting to be around you.

“I’m… sorry.” Was all you could stammer out as your eyes became teary.

Aizawa was confused as you said this.

“Why are you apologizing?” he asked you, looking at you with a stern expression.

“Because I did something so selfish… I hurt myself when I have no reason to do anything so stupid.” your voice cracked as you said this.

“Selfish? That’s really what you think, isn’t it? I assumed as much, otherwise you probably would have reached out for help by now.”

You finally looked up at Aizawa. You were desperately confused as a few tears escaped from your eyes. Was he mocking you or was he serious.

“Tell me why. People don’t just do stuff like this unprompted, at least not most of the time.” he commanded sternly. You finally explained the entire thing. Each and every reason. Every. Single. One.

Aizawa stayed quiet and patiently listened to you vent out everything. Once you finished, he was deep in thought. He looked into your eyes.

“Where do you want us to go from here?” Shouta asked you, looking at you with a questioning glance. “Do you want help getting in contact with a psychiatrist? A therapist? Or do would you rather I help you instead?”

“I- i’d prefer not having to go to a hospital or anything like that. I really don’t want to have to be in the spotlight or have people not trust me as a hero anymore because of something like that…” you explained. You looked back at your shoes, shame filling your face once more.

“Alright, then we can go about this with the latter option.”

You nodded slightly in agreement. “Thank you..” you said quietly, tears starting to spill down your cheeks.

He held out his arms, waiting to see if would except his offer for a hug. You stepped into his embrace and he wrapped his arms around you and put his head on top of yours. He rubbed the side of your arm as you continued to cry. He didn’t shush your cries, you just held you, letting you cry out your emotions.

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I really enjoyed writing this one. I’m going to start making playlists for some of my headcannons and oneshots because its fun and gives me something to listen to while I'm writing. Also gives you guys playlists to listen to while reading my bullshit if you want.

*_Requests are open, check my blog description for more details._*

**1,342 words**

Edit: To everyone who liked, you are loved and appreciated, i’m sorry if you’re going through something. If you need, please seek help if you can <3

—Zen

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keulixeutin · 2 years

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All I Know Are Love Songs

a/n: got love songs - bonus by kaash paige on repeat and it inspired this. tried a different approach to narration style and i definitely don’t think i did what i set out to do, but i hope u enjoy it anyways <3

summary: aizawa apologizes for missing the release of your first album. aizawa x fem!reader.

cw: gender neutral pronouns used, but fem!reader in mind while writing. aizawa-centric. 18+. suggestive. established relationship. reader is a musician. talks of food; mentions of guilt, shame, insecurity (on Aizawa’s end); fluffiness; showing love through action with an attempt at words.

word count: 1,676.

These days, Aizawa has been listening to love songs. Only love songs, and all kinds of them. From an older century—Frank Sinatra, Adele, Miki Matsubara—to this era—Idla, Jack Wan, Renho Nakamura—to random bits he makes up on the spot, some sweet amalgamation of all his favorite notes.

He whistles absentmindedly under his breath while reviewing the grades given to him by the other teachers at the end of the week. He hums faintly while patrolling the streets at 3 AM, the late night illuminated by romantic stars and silver light. He sings softly while he does laundry and dishes, lips easily curling around each sentimental sound as though he were a lovesick old man.

Embarrassingly enough, despite the love you’ve cultivated in his chest, he doesn’t realize that your album had dropped that day until he walks into his homeroom class in the morning. He overhears Jirou talking to Kaminari about the genius way you had organized the tracks on your album, and Aizawa freezes at the podium, realizing that the midnight release date was that midnight.

He thinks back to last night. After his patrol, he had returned to your apartment, eyes heavy with sleep and body weighed with the need to bury himself in bedsheets that smelled of your shampoo and perfume. He had seen the light glowing from underneath the door of your at-home studio, but he had thought that you were simply revising your songs, not that you were awake for the release.

Fuck. He’s an idiot.

To say that guilt has the biggest chokehold on his windpipe all day would be an understatement.

No one understands Aizawa’s foul mood, and he’s not interested in bringing up his immense oversight. He spends every moment reading articles and reviews and tweets about your album. He listens to Jirou break down the dreaminess of the tracks, analyze the poetry techniques interwoven with your songwriting, and your use of silence to build emotions. His chest swells with pride, even as his shoulder sink with shame.

He listens to the songs on repeat in between classes, comparing the final versions to the various iterations he’s heard the past eight months. He adores the entire album, but his favorites are the first, the fifth, and the eighth tracks. There’s something about those three that tug at his heart, make him think—or hope, or wonder—about whether or not they were written about him. It’s a selfish thought, but if they weren’t, then you did a stunning job of putting into words the jittery and flushed feelings he has towards you.

Despite how much Aizawa loves your album, he refrains from texting you. He refuses to start any new conversations until he’s properly apologized, and he won’t apologize over the phone because it’s cowardly, so it’s quiet in your chat. Even Hizashi recognizes that Aizawa needs space after seeing him slump into his chair, trying to merge together with the wood to cease existing while he listens to your music still.

Even though he doesn’t text you, Aizawa still hopes you’d text him.

You don’t, of course. Obviously, you’re extremely busy, considering your album just exploded onto the scene to high praise. Not only that, but, with your work ethic and your passion for music, he wouldn’t be surprised if you were already locked in the studio, working on new songs. It’s less likely that you’re avoiding him out of anger, though.

You’re rarely mad. Whether he arrives to reservations late, forgets special occasions, or cancels last minute, you’ve never once yelled. He doesn’t know if it’s because you give him such grace due to his occupation, or because you have such low expectations of him. He’s too scared to ask, terrified that, if he brings it up, he’ll break whatever spell has made you stay with him despite his many, many, shortcomings.

After UA lets out, Aizawa sits through a teachers’ meeting with an anxious shaking of his leg. He doesn’t have patrol that night (and he plans on calling off patrol for the next few nights to make it up to you), so he just needs to get through this one last thing.

When they’re finally done, Aizawa’s the first out of his chair. Once he rounds the corner, he breaks into a sprint, rushing off to the nearest store to buy fifteen copies of your album. Then, he buys the biggest bouquet of flowers he can find—a beautiful arrangement of red and orange roses, interspersed with long green leaves—and gets take-out from the Thai place you love on the other side of town.

When he finally makes it back to your apartment, he spends ten minutes standing outside the door, gathering his thoughts and his hammering heart.

He’s nervous. He doesn’t think you’ll be mad, but he wants you to be. He wants you to yell, to call him out for his fuck-ups, to tell him you expect more, that you deserve more. It’s worse, sometimes, having you smiling sweetly at him in understanding. It makes him feel like he’s taking advantage of your big heart; it makes him feel like you know he’s not good enough for you, but you keep making concessions every time he doesn’t meet the simplest of boyfriend requirements.

Holding in a big and heavy sigh, Aizawa unlocks the door and enters as you step into the living room, hair wet from having just finished a shower.

There’s an amused expression on your face as you take in the big bouquet, as heavy as the take-out bag in his other hand.

“I’m sorry,” he says abruptly.

You tilt your head, eyeing him closely. “It’s okay, Shouta—”

“It’s not.” He clears his throat, eyes darting away from you to stare briefly at a chipped corner before he forces them back. He needs to do this right, he thinks, scolding himself. “Your album—I… Your album’s great. I—I wish I had been there to celebrate the midnight release with you. I’m sorry that I wasn’t.”

“I—care about you,” he continues. “I’m sorry if I’ve made you feel otherwise—or if you feel like you’re not a priority to me. You are.” His mouth is dry; the hammering heart that he had collected outside the apartment comes back in full force. “I’ll do better at making sure I show it.”

You smile gently at him, but he can see a dewiness glaze over your warm eyes, and the sight of it makes him want to kneel on the floor at your feet.

“I appreciate it, Shouta,” you say finally.

Aizawa hands you the flowers, watching you carefully as you smell the roses. You don’t cry; you don’t scream. You simply murmur about how beautiful they are and how thankful you are for having grabbed the vase off the table from your cousin’s wedding four months ago.

He doesn’t release the breath in his chest. He’s nervous still, afraid that what he’s done isn’t enough. He can do more, he thinks; he’s just not sure what else. You deserve the whole world, yet here he is, only able to carve out a little bit of roses and greenery for you.

As you rearrange the flowers in the vase, making sure they all fit, Aizawa says, “I took off this weekend. Let’s go somewhere, spend the weekend together to celebrate.”

“All mine for the weekend,” you remark playfully.

“All yours forever,” he says.

If you’ll have me, he thinks.

You don’t answer, but he notes the pink on your cheeks and let himself relax a bit (just a bit).

“You bought dinner?”

Your question reminds him that he needs to set out the food.

“Yeah, from the Thai place,” he replies. He puts the bag down on the floor and pulls out the many food boxes; he lays out a full take-out feast on your wooden coffee table.

You shake your head as you take a seat beside him, immediately recognizing the origin. “Shouta,” you began, your voice already chastising him. “That place is an hour away, and this is a meal for eight people. You really need to stop punishing yourself.”

“I felt shitty all day,” he mutters, making you a plate. “I even put it in my phone and forgot.”

You reach out to squeeze his knee. “You need to know when enough’s enough.”

He doesn’t respond. You may be that forgiving, but he isn’t. He focuses on filling your plate with curried rice, crab wontons, and seared green beans; he’s tempted to make you a second plate with the rest of the food that doesn’t fit. He gives it to you, not getting food for himself until he sees that you’re satisfied with the first few bites.

“It’s good,” you sigh, pleased, and he lets himself relax a little more. As he fills up his own plate, you suddenly ask, “What’s in that other bag? Near your foot?”

He glances down and flushes. “I—they’re your albums.”

“Albums?” You emphasize the s. “I only released one album.”

“I bought—multiple copies.”

A grin starts growing on your face. “How many?”

He coughs. His stomach flips. “…Fifteen.”

You laugh immediately. “Shouta, you are so in love with me.” It’s said teasingly, a running joke between the two of you due to the sharp contrast between the harshness he shows to others and the softness he shows to you.

But nothing is truer, he thinks.

“I am.”

—And he says it without stuttering or stammering, without his usual pause or air of nonchalance. He says it as though there was no other option, as though there was nothing else he could be in a world where you existed.

You beam, cheeks a sweet rosy color, and then you lean forward to kiss him.

Later that night, he’s in between your legs, having you sing breathily into the night. He still hears the melody of you—a saccharine blend of moans and pleas—weeks later, another love song he can’t get out of his head.

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confusedblakex · 1 year

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I just want you (Pt 3)

Pairing: Shota Aizawa X Reader (Gender Neutral)

Summary: He was too perfect for this evil world, and if evil must be done to save him, so be it

Wordcount: ~800

Warnings: TW - Mentions of drugging, kidnapping, yandere reader, unfaithful narration?

Series taglist: @wineandionysus @ceciliajay @asilentcruellullaby - If you wish to be added to or removed from the taglist please just ask

Notes: Three posts over four years, wow I'm slow

Last edited: 25th April 2023

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

Yesterday was busy.

First, knocking down another building. Multiple buildings. Apparently it was a bad thing, but that’s fine. Society meant nothing to you anymore, and you were already a villain so how much further could you fall? It was only to get peoples’ attention anyhow.

Next, find Shota. Tracking that man down is impossible, especially when he’s been avoiding you since your date. Luckily for you, you’d spent all that time planning.

Then the difficult part… Well not really. Very few in the world knew him, and his hero friends could be taken care of easily. Fake his death, fake his resignation, or just simply ‘Eraserhead has gone missing’. Any of those would work.

And finally, the present, Shota. Anklet chaining him to the wall, drugged out of consciousness, and locked in a room in a house far away from the city. A house you’d bought specifically for this.

Not your proudest moment, sure, but oh God was it worth it.

He could have everything and anything he would ever want, and in return all you wanted was him. But you knew he’d need to adjust, you couldn’t just let him wander around. He was still brainwashed by society, so it would take time.

Part of you just wanted a secret relationship – a stereotypical hero and villain romance. You could have had that… And he loved you! You knew he did, it was just this society that pressured him to suppress his feelings. He practically said it himself.

You hated keeping him physically confined, and especially drugged. It meant he wouldn’t be thinking properly. He wouldn’t quite be himself.

But he was yours and you were happy. His gentle breaths, the way his hair fell over his face…

His eyes slowly cracked open and he groaned. You realised you’d just been staring at him again, maybe an hour this time? Who knows?

You watched him struggle to wake up, and you could tell his muscles ached. With your quirk, you eased the gravity on his limbs and you reached out to place a pillow behind his back - but he froze.

He processed quickly and then realised his surroundings. He weakly struggled and attempted to use his quirk on you, but gave up after only a moment.

“You’re alright, you’re safe, don’t wear yourself out trying to escape,” You repositioned the pillow as you originally intended and spoke to him in a soft, quiet voice. He would undoubtedly have a headache, and you didn’t want to make it any worse.

You gently caressed his cheek, his stubble brushing against your wrist.

“It’s alright my love, I will never wish to hurt you-”

“What is wrong with you?” He hoarsely hissed, trying to shake your hand off him. You did, not pulling yourself back entirely, but removed your hand.

“I’m saving you from a world that disapproves of our love,” You explained.

He glared at you again in return, and so you reached over to the bedside table and grabbed the painkillers you had put there earlier. You popped one capsule out of the packaging and pushed it into his palm.

He stared at it for a moment, and that strange flash of serenity and contentment appeared once more. It left as soon as you noticed it, and he weakly lifted his hand to his mouth.

His arm dropped back at the will of gravity and he hummed in annoyance. You sighed.

“My dear, I never wanted this, I didn’t want to be a villain. What I wanted was us. Together and in love despite this world’s efforts to tear us apart. Under any other circumstances, I would never go out of my way to cause harm or destruction,”

Placing the painkillers back on the table, you picked up the glass of water next to it, “But why settle for that when I can have all of you, all to myself? Perfectly safe and unharmed,”

You batted his hand away and held the glass up to him.

“You hurt heroes…” He murmured with the pill between his teeth.

“Because I get jealous easily, my Shota,”

He put his lips to the glass, taking a big gulp of the water and then continuing to take sips. A single droplet fell down his chin, and you watched his lips on the rim of the glass. You removed the glass and gingerly replaced it with your own lips, carefully testing the waters before moving away.

He hadn’t protested. In fact, you could have sworn to yourself he was leaning into you, though that may just have been your imagination intoxicated with your love for him.

He seemed to snap back to it, though, quickly realising what just happened and his brows furrowed while he glared. You couldn’t help but smile.

Not only did you get a kiss, but you realised just how easy this might be.

#x reader #x gender neutral reader #x male reader #aizawa x reader #aizawa shouta #shota aizawa #eraserhead x reader #villain reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha #mha

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worldsidiot · 2 years

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(in)correct bnha Pt.5 =☆=☆=♥=☆=☆=

drunk Midnight: I wanna party party party til my panties fall off. Nezu: Please dont. ・・・・・・・・・ Sir Nighteye,after the big fight with All Might: At least you are consistent. Consistently a liar! ・・・・・・・・・ Aizawa : You son of a bitch Shouto Todoroki: Don´t you dare talk about my mother like that! Aizawa: I mean your father🤥 S. Todoroki: That´s fine then. Sorry for interrupting. ・・・・・・・・・ Midnight: I don´t wanna live anymore. Aizawa: Youre going to die soon anyway Midnight: What´s THAT supposed to mean?! Aizawa: Cause dogs don´t live that long Midnight: You little rat Aizawa: You hear sum? I hear a little bitch ♥ ・・・・・・・・・ patrolling in public, Aizawa sipping on his drink Present Mic: Are you drinking vodka right now? Eraserhead : It´s vinegar Present Mic: Hahaha how funny , nice j- Eraserhead: I´m not joking ・・・・・・・・・ Shinsou: I´m not calling you Mom, just because you’re my dads slam piece. You were cool at the radio, but- Yamada: You´re hurtin' my feelings

♪～～♪ 🤧🤡The last time Aizawa had a good nights sleep, was in his mothers stomach, prove me wrong.

#bnha x reader #bnha imagines #incorrect bnha #incorrect quotes #class 1a x reader #eraserhead #present mic #midnight #latenighthots #bnha scenarios #late night thots #mha x reader #anime #bnha x gender neutral reader #bakusqaud

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cherrysnaps · 2 years

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“MAY I HAVE THIS DANCE?”

ya’ll like dancing headcanons? bc I revamped them, this time featuring: eraserhead, all might, midnight, present mic, hawks and hound dog. here you go <3

ERASERHEAD

Aizawa doesn’t mind dancing with you on the rare occasion that he isn’t dead tired. He’s not one for energetic and flashy moves though, at most he’ll twirl you around and dip you but he prefers a slow dance in general. That way he can wrap his arms around your waist, rest his head over yours or on your shoulder and relax. You’re free to talk about your day or anything else but he’s practically half asleep at this point. He’ll just hum along as you talk so you know that he is listening.

ALL MIGHT

Toshinori isn’t extravagant either when it comes to dancing. He’d always been so busy with being the number one hero that he never had a chance to slow down and indulge in what life has to offer. Things are a different now though. Now that he’s retired, his life has significantly slowed down. He has more time for you and he’s finally getting to enjoy what life has to offer. Holding you close to his chest and dancing to your song has to be one of the greatest feelings yet. Also likes being able to talk to you while you’re dancing.

MIDNIGHT

Very sexual in nature. Lots of grinding, twerking, lap dances, etc... Nemuri 100% has a dance pole in her house and you’d best believe she knows how to use it. If we’re talking typical dance styles though, she likes something sensual like tango or salsa. It’s safe to say she’s taken dance classes of all kinds, she might surprise you.

PRESENT MIC

Everything with Hizashi is exciting and dancing is no exception. He’s energetic and spontaneous so you never know what you’re gonna get. His style of dancing really reflects his personality though. I like to think he took the same dancing classes as Nemuri so he’s just as well versed in dance styles. The jitterbug has to be his favourite and it’s not hard to see why when you see how energetic it is. You can expect a lot of dipping and twirling. I also stand by what I said about constantly stepping on one-another’s feet, it’s just part of the fun!

HAWKS

Much like Hizashi, Keigo’s energy and personality are reflected in his moves. He’s a natural when it comes to dancing and for some reason really likes scaring you by dipping you without warning. The way you clutch onto him for dear life makes him laugh. Teasingly asks you if you really thought he would drop you. If you wanna get him back for it, sweep his legs from under him and dip him, he’ll stare at you all owl-eyed. Additionally, he likes a slow dance at times. There’s nothing better in his mind than holding you in his arms and shielding you with his wings as you sway to a love song.

HOUND DOG

Very awkward but looks like a lost puppy which is kinda cute. Ryo has no spatial awareness when it comes to dancing so there’s a high risk your feet are going to get stepped on. To avoid this, stand on his feet and let him do the footwork. He won’t say so but it’s obvious he’s enjoying himself.

#shouta aizawa x reader #all might x reader #midnight x reader #present mic x reader #hawks x reader #hound dog x reader #eraserhead x reader #mha x gender neutral reader #bnha x gender neutral reader #mha x reader #bnha x reader #mha headcanons #bnha headcanons #mha eraserhead #mha present mic #mha hawks #mha hound dog #mha midnight #mha all might

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leighsartworks216 · 2 years

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Stressing About Finals

Shouta Aizawa/Eraserhead x gn!reader (familial/Dadzawa)

Warnings: brief mention of family abandonment (it's like one sentence, so take with that what you will)

Word Count: 845

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It was definitely after midnight when Aizawa woke up. He couldn't tell why he woke up at first. He ran through a check list in his head, making sure he didn't have to patrol tonight and didn't have any work to grade.

No and no.

So, what was bugging him all of a sudden like a sixth sense, itching the back of his skull like a song name he couldn't remember?

He sighed as he crawled out of bed, grabbing a small bottle of eye drops from his nightstand and using them so his eyes weren't so dry. He walked down the hall with quiet feet, peeking around the corner into the living room. It was empty, that was good.

Then, he heard it. It was hard to miss in the dead silence of the house, even he wasn't sure how he had missed it before. He turned to your door, and silently opened it to peek inside.

Aizawa had taken you in after your parents made it obvious they didn't want anything to do with you anymore. You were already in his class, so it was already like you were his child, if he could call 1-A his kids in the first place. He tried to be the best dad he could be; he pushed you to do your absolute best while still knowing when to back off. Overall, he was a good dad. He was already beating himself up for not having noticed your muffled sobs the instant he woke up. At least on a subconscious level he had, he gave himself that much as praise.

You sat your desk, back hunched and shaking as you silenced your crying. You hadn't noticed him yet.

He quietly opened the door a bit wider, enough to slip inside and get to your side. He crouched down, now slightly below your height. The moment his hand touched your back carefully, you jumped.

"Oh, sorry, Aizawa, I didn't mean to wake you," you said quietly in the softest voice he'd ever heard. He didn't miss the way your voice shook.

"It's okay, (Y/N)," he assured. "You could have gotten me."

You stayed quiet. Perhaps you didn't want him to know, but he knew now, and he wanted to help. It was his job, as both a teacher and a guardian.

"What's wrong?"

The question hung in the air for a while. He let you mull over your thoughts, collect yourself. In the mean time, he stood up and guided you over to your bed to sit down. When he glanced at your desk, he noticed the open English and Math textbooks and notebooks, half-legible notes all over the place.

Shouta sat down beside you, allowing you to initiate contact if you wanted it. He wasn't big on physical assurance, but he didn't close himself off to it at this moment; you looked like you needed it. And when you leaned over and rested your head on his chest, he was happy to help by wrapping his arm around your shoulder and ground you in this moment.

"Is it finals?" he asked quietly, already knowing the answer. Your nod only confirmed his suspicions. "Hmm. I know it might not mean much, but your skills with your quirk are exceptional. There's no doubt you'll pass my final.

"As for English and Math," he continued, noticing the hitch in your breath, "staying up late and forcing information into your head won't help any. I understand you want to pass, and your determination is admirable, but this self-destructive method will only hinder you later on.

"If you want to study, then get some sleep. You still have a day before your English final, and two before Math. I'm sure Mic will review in class today, and you can ask questions on what you're unsure about.

"I'll help you with your math."

His lecture was a little long-winded, but it gave you time to settle down. It seemed to work as he could no longer feel you shaking or hear your breathing hitch in your throat.

"Won't that be playing favorites?" your quiet voice asked. You were worried he would be giving you too much help, going against his promise to his class that he wouldn't play favorites with any of his students.

"Not necessarily. As a teacher, I am more than allowed to assist you. And as your guardian, it's my job to take care of your mental health. If helping you study does that, then I'll help." He looked down at you, eyes dry from unknowingly staring at the opposite wall. He could see you smiling, eyes watery and cheeks stained.

"Thank you."

He nodded, humming. He let go of you, standing up and tucking you into bed. Once you were all settled in, he pressed a kiss to your forehead and turned off your desk lamp. As he walked out the door, he heard your voice again. He couldn't stop his smile for the rest of the night as he laid back in bed and slept...

"Goodnight, dad."

#fanfic #fanfiction #shouta aizawa #eraserhead #dadzawa #familial #fluff #my hero acedamia #boku no hero academia #gender neutral reader #gn reader #x gn reader #light angst

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br-kker · 2 years

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They Are WHAT?!?! - S. "Eraserhead" Aizawa

Pairing: Shouta "Eraserhead" Aizawa X Reader (romantic, gender-neutral).

Media: My Hero Academia.

Content and/or Warnings: Some language, out of character Aizawa (?), Dadzawa (literally), Class 1-A.

(H/N): Hero Name.

(D/N): Daughter's Name.

(A/N: I was legit about to go to sleep when I thought of this. I love the oneshots of Class 1-A finding out that Aizawa and the reader are married, so I decided to make one of my own! Skip ahead if you wanna ignore this, but I do wanna put here that the kid will be described as looking like the offspring of Aizawa and the reader, so it may be leaning towards a female reader but I'll still put gender neutral pronous because adoption exists! I really see Aizawa having a daughter, so those pronouns are set but the name is for you guys to decide. This is I believe on the shorter side and possibly straight to the point, so I hope you enjoy c:)

Eraserhead is a private man. The only things that are known about him is his strict teaching, his disheveled appearance, and his willingness to put his life on the line for other people.

Nobody expected in a million years that he would be married to a Pro Hero with the both of them sharing a kid together.

The spouse in question is (H/N), who went to UA High with Eraserhead, though they were better known as (Y/N) (L/N) and Shouta Aizawa respectively. After UA, they became Pro Heros and took up jobs teaching at UA. Somewhere between that time period, they got married and had a daughter, and have so far done a good job at keeping it under wraps.

Until today, that is.

Because (D/N) is one, she needs a babysitter. Said babysitter couldn't show up, so Shouta and (Y/N) both decided to take her to UA with both of them having her during their classes.

It was (Y/N)'s free period, so they spent it grading papers with one hand and holding (D/N) to their chest, her chin resting on their shoulder while sleeping. It proved to be much more difficult than it seems, due to to weight imbalance and constantly having to readjust so (D/N) wouldn't fall.

Some shuffling turned into grunts, which turned into whines, which turned into cries of a one year old. (Y/N) immediately bounced her gently and hummed in an attempt to get her to calm down, but she kept crying.

"What's wrong, baby?" They said, now walking around the empty classroom. Her diaper is clean, she was fed before her nap, and there wasn't any sign of nightmares. So what could possibly be the problem, they thought.

Their question was answered when they saw (D/N) make a grab motion towards the black chalkboard. "Hmm? What about the chalkboard, sweetie?" They asked.

"D-Dada!" She cried out. (Y/N) mouthed 'oh,' realizing that she was associating the color black with Shouta. They gathered the graded papers, needing to give them to their husband anyway, and made their way with her to Class 1-A.

"Hey, hey," They bounced her, trying to silence her cries. "We'll see daddy in a minute. Calm down, honey."

On the other side of the doors to 1-A, the students were all studying, waiting for the bell to dismiss them. Shouta took the opportunity to crawl into his yellow sleeping bag and hopefully catch a few z's behind his desk.

Unfortunately, this was interrupted by a knock at the door. The class looked towards the door, but Eraserhead didn't wake up. The person knocked again, and one of the students opened it to be greeted with (H/N) and...a baby?

"(H/N)!" Several students said in unison to one of their teachers. Some other students gushed at the baby, while others were confused. (D/N) looked around with glassy, (E/C) eyes at all the teenagers.

"Hey guys," They greeted the students with a smile. "Is it safe to assume Mr. Aizawa is sleeping?"

One student with black hair, Sero, nodded and said, "He passed out about ten minutes ago."

"Shit..." They muttered, placing the papers on his desk. They looked at their sleeping husband, resisting the urge not to smile.

"Dada!" (D/N) said happily, reaching out for Shouta.

"DADA?!?!" All twenty kids said in unison, and most definitely not hushed.

"Fuck." They blurted out, and immediately they all started asking questions.

"Guys, calm down and I'll explain-" The students immediately went silent. (Y/N) turned around to see their husband glaring at all the kids with Erasure activated. The glowing red that illuminated his black eyes accurately depicted his mood at that moment.

"Aren't you kids supposed to be studying?" He interrogated.

"YES, MR. AIZAWA-SENS-"

"Babe, take it easy," (Y/N) interrupted the class. "(D/N) wanted to see her daddy, and accidentally blew our cover." They said, handing their daughter to her father.

"Cover?!" The green haired boy, Midoriya, asked.

"'Babe?!' What the hell are you two hiding from-" One of the blonde students named 'Bakugo' started, but shut up once he saw (D/N) hide her face in Shouta's binding cloth, crying and scared because of the loud voices.

"It's ok, angel. Settle down, daddy's got you." Shouta comforted her. He tried, but failed to restrain the smile that appeared on his face. Several students were stunned at how nurturing their teacher is, while others smiled at him taking care of his daughter.

(Y/N) made their way to the pair and said 'I love you' to both of them before kissing both of them on the head, which were covered by the same shade of black, before heading out.

"Mr. Aizawa and (H/N) are WHAT?!?!" Several students asked to their peers.

Shouta quickly shut them up by saying, "If any of this goes out of this classroom, all of you are expelled."

(A/N: I just wanna point out by saying that I couldn't find anything with how Japan punishes students in the sense of detention, so I went with the threat Aizawa makes about expelling students. It's one in the morning, I'm tired, I haven't wrote a oneshot in months, so this probably blows. I thought it had a cute premise, if executed poorly. I had an original plan of Present Mic being in this story, but that obviously did not happen. I hope at least one of you like it, but I need sleep because I currently look like everyone's favorite sleep deprived teacher!

Signing off for now,

-Libby)

#anime #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha #shouta aizawa #aizawa x gender neutral reader #aizawa #aizawa x reader #shouta aizawa x reader #eraserhead #eraserhead x reader #mha fanfiction

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zawadni · 1 year

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PRINCE AIZAWA SHOUTA WAS NEVER KNOWN TO BE SOMEONE THAT FOLLOWED THE RULES. he threw big parties that everyone who attended would remember for the next fortnight. which was quite ironic considering he never liked being around people much more than he had to so he was never really at them.

he snuck out like it was second nature. he went wherever he wanted, whenever he wanted. he never listened to anything anyone said and seemingly made it his mission to go out of his way to break the rules.

the nightly guards learned to turn away in the other direction should they ever notice him slinking out of his window and grappling down the (somehow) sturdy pipeline leading down the building.

it was a warm night, sometime after midnight after his parents were in bed, he landed on his feet for the 10th time. or maybe the hundredth, who knew.

all the nights begin to blur together once you do it night after night.

the moon was looming over the garden, giving light to the flowers and grass while he ventured his merry way through the mini hedge maze. (why is it that every castle in every kingdom had a stupid hedge maze?)

he remembers the first time he did this like the back of his hand. it took him 20 minutes to get to the circle in the middle to find you, sitting on the stone bench. you forced him to memorize the maze during the day so you wouldn't be kept waiting again. (he makes everyone else wait on him but he sure wouldn't be keeping you waiting.)

aizawa shouta never listens to anyone. but the very next day with the sun rising high and bright above the castle’s garden, he walked in and around that maze dozens of times until it was ingrained in his mind.

no one around him ever dared to speak it aloud, but he started to change little by little. he grew more social, he grew slightly nicer than average, and he was a lot more patient than before. the family pondered and suspected it might be because he has someone special in his life.

of course the prince vehemently denied all accusations but they were right. he had you. and if only he could be loud and proud about you to everyone that could hear. if only there wasn’t a need to be together in such secrecy. but there was.

you were a knight employed by the king and queen, his parents. and if anyone were to discover your tryst, you would be fired and very possibly exiled from the kingdom never to be seen as such relations were absolutely forbidden.

well, it wouldn’t be for long anyways.

he will turn 21 years in 6 months' time. and when he does, he will be knighted by his father as the king. and he couldn’t wait for the day he could finally reveal you to everyone in the city. they’d whisper and stare and gossip, but he wouldn't care- because it wouldn’t matter. he’d be king and there would be no one to put an end to it.

it was almost like he was looking forward to finally being able to tell everyone more than being a literal king.

but he'd never tell you that.

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weirdthinkingdragon · 2 years

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Welcome To The Family (8/???)

Surprise bitches. Short chap to try getting back into it (eventually)

Tw- language that would probably make a sailor blush. Maybe I should tone it down (probably won’t), kidnapped, blackmail, delusional “friend”, light hypothermia (will make sense when reading).

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Muffled voices were the only thing being heard while waking up. One of them was Tadao. And the other?...

...Ryo? Why are they yelling at each other? Wha- how long was I- wait, where am I- what happened? All I remember is Tadao… Right. Damn, my head hurts severely. I can’t even rub it with my hands being bound. As well as my legs to the chair. Wait, bound? Fuck, now I’m regretting not taking their advice of walking with me. I just really wasn’t expecting Tadao to do such a thing.

I attempt to open my eyes, but the brightness of the room makes the pain in my head at least three times worse, and my vision is incredibly blurred. Okay, focus on where I am for now.

What feels to be a wooden chair, and metal cuffs around my wrists, keeping them together in front of me. Really? They couldn’t have at least given my ass a cushion or something? Right, not the time for that type of complaint. I try to listen to their yelling conversation without giving away that I woke up. Their loud voices are killer on my headache. Even though most if not all the pain is the back of my head where I was hit.

Trying to feel a bit more, there’s a bit of a crusty type of feeling slightly down my back. The hit must have somehow punctured my skin or something since I can only think of that crusty feeling being blood. I better not have fallen in dog poop or something or I swear I’m beating the daylight out of Tadao more if I ever will be able to.

“Why didn’t you use your black mold or something to make them pass out!? Your hits to them could have killed them!” Ryo? They’re in on this too!? There’s not really a way this could get worse, is there? My two closest friends?... Can’t really say that anymore.

“Are you stupid!? Black mold could have killed them too! That would also give them breathing problems! Do you KNOW how deadly strong amounts of exposure of mold is to people besides me, especially black, since I’m immune to it!?”

Pain stabs through my head yet again. Urg, do they really need to yell?...

“You fucking idiot. You should have kept chloroform on you like I said to do.” I swear my heart stops completely for a minute. I know that voice anywhere. Aiya. Fuck, I just HAD to jinx it, didn’t I?

“I’m sorry, okay? It was a brash and stupid decision! But I couldn’t risk being followed! With the multiple heroes at the time taking care of a few low villains on the other side of the city, and tons of people drawn to that, it was the best chance I had to not be seen!” He sounds rather exasperated.

She sighs. “Doesn’t matter now. If there’s any damage done to their head, we’ll just have to focus on that later. Our main priority is having everyone think they’re dead. I guess you were good in that regard by leaving the bloodied bat there. At least you were smart enough to still be wearing gloves.”

My only question is why are they working with her? It’s obvious she hates me. I can still feel the “friendship” ring on my finger I kept wearing for one reason or another. I’d care for nothing more than to rip it off now and smash it to the ground. Stomp on it for good measure. Regret overwhelmingly taking me over of ever being friends with Ryo in the first place.

I end up shifting after way too long of a weird stare-down silence because they couldn't have at least given me a fucking cushion, signaling I’m awake. They all must notice since they all go quiet for a moment. “Y/N! You’re awake! That’s good! Now that you’re here, we can finally hang out again, and the heroes will find a new sitter!”

… Are you fucking mental? How many people around me are truly sane right now? First the heroes are acting weird, and now my friends. Starting to wonder if the heroes aren’t the ones struck by some sort of quirk. I try to glare at them, but my eyes are forced closed by the damn light. It’s like an interrogation because the only visible light is the one above me glaring down for the tiny second I try to open my eyes again.

“Come on Y/N, people die all the time. Those heroes won’t bat an eye when they find you “dead”. Don't flatter yourself.” Aiya sneers.

!!! Fuck, she must have told them. She must have noticed my expression sour. “Oh please, I informed Ryo about the heroes after I found them angry one day. Aw, all they wanted was to hang out with you.” The end of what she spoke became incredibly degrading. She’s lucky I’m not able to put my foot to her face and break a few teeth. Or maybe breaking her nose. That would suffice too. I can already hear Zashi in the background like some sort of funny show edging me on to do it. Really starting to hate her, and I hardly know jack shit other than her name and her personality that could possibly rival Endeavor’s.

I finally manage to force my eyes open and clear, showing Tadao behind the two of them with an incredibly horrified look on his face. “WHAT!? WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME THEY WERE HEROES!? Oh man, oh man, oh fuck! I KNEW it was a bad idea! Why did I listen to you two!?” The pain in my head majorly spikes. Hng, fuck. Can he PLEASE at least keep it down!?

His complaints must have pissed off Ryo since they walk over and grab Tadao by his hair, yanking it down. He tenses in pain and closes an eye to prevent yelling. They turn towards me and look at my hands. I do as well and notice the metal cuffs look too similar to wood. Almost like a coverup for something.

“You’re wearing our friendship ring! You must still want to hang out with me!”

You’re beyond stupid if you think I will after this stunt. Is this where they were the time I was going to hang out with them? Wait... Please for the love of everything, tell me they didn't get hit by the same fucking quirk. That or going back to the idea I might be the problem. Ryo's almost acting like it. My mouth feels incredibly dry as I try to speak. "Why this way?" Eventually manages to come out. It’s not slurred, which must be insane luck. Aiya seems disappointed. "Well, miraculously somehow doesn't seem to be any brain damage or concussion, so I guess that's good."

I snap at Ryo harming Tadao and that Aiya wanted me to be injured. Same with how the others have been acting. Really getting pissed off at whoever has this quirk. I’d like more than just a word with them, even if it’s a child at this point. "Could you break out of this weird fucking quirk already? I'm getting sick of all this weird personality bullshit." So I’m crabby. Sue myself. Not my fault they could have killed me and are the cause of this stupid pain in my head. They deserve a snappy attitude at least.

Ryo looks at me confused. "I was never hit with any quirk.”

What? Did I stop breathing? I think I stopped breathing. No, they have to be lying! Ugh, really must have been me.

Aiya laughs maniacally for a moment at my probably bewildered expression. "Is- is that what you THINK? They and Ryo were never hit with such a ridiculous thing!"

My mind blanks into fear of what that means. It's not possible they're just acting like that normally! It has to be me then! I refuse to believe two pro heroes, one in training, and a child ALL have some weird obsession for just a plain babysitter. Ugh, I might have to resign being their babysitter, or even just one in general, if this is the case. Well, if I get out of here that is. I’d rather not get involved deeper with whatever the fucks going on with them.

"They were probably just acting to keep your pathetic excuse as a good sitter so they could finally stop looking for another!"

Me, a pathetic excuse? I'm not the one who kept trying to hit on a married gay man or ignore the children, which, I don't know, IS. THE. JOB.? A major part of me is doubtful of them just acting it as well. There's no way they'd go to such extremities and make me so uncomfortable sometimes if that was the case. With how desperate they are, maybe? But Shouta really doesn't seem to be the type to mess around or act differently than himself under any circumstance.

I give her a disbelieving look, which seemed to be the wrong thing to do, and her face became a harsh glare as she stomps up to me. She reaches out towards me and wraps her hand around my pendant. She gives a firm tug, breaking the chain around my neck, then glares at the pendant.

"This should have been mine. I was so close to finding a way I could squeeze back in and steal Hizashi for myself, but then you had to come in and ruin everything. I don't know what stupid trick you pulled, but they're dogs at your fucking mercy, almost like Tadao is for me."

My brows crease in confusion. What does she mean by that?

Ryo finally stopped pulling on Tadao's hair, and he steps a few feet away from the psychotic duo. He's also on thin ice but seems to really not want to be a part of this. He glares at Aiya from behind and gently rubs his scalp. She turns to look at him while trying to squeeze the pendant as tight as she could. It's sturdier than I thought since it isn't cracking in any way. "Why don't you tell them, my little errand boy?" She says "errand boy" in such a demeaning way that even I feel like throwing up.

He physically cringes hard at that name but doesn't stop his glaring at her. She doesn't seem to care in the slightest. "It's true. She's got me on a tight leash that could easily make me lose my job as a waiter for my parent's business. Two of her friends help set me up one day while I was their waiter. She purposefully tripped me, making me fall onto one of her in-on-it female friends,"

He greatly cringes again. "My hands ended up in... unsavory places trying to catch myself. Aiya snapped a picture, and if she were to send it to my parents, they'd kick me from my job for sure. I'm trying to earn my place to take over their business one day. They understandably would have no tolerance for such behavior. Everyone is more than willing to believe three women complaining about a man assaulting them before they'd believe a man claiming to be gay was framed."

I hate to say it, but that does seem like a pretty logical assumption many would make. Has he mentioned being gay before? My still kinda messed up mind can't remember.

Aiya laughs sadistically. "Right you are, my little errand boy."

I cringe as well this time. Ew. Out of all things? Seriously?

"It was a miracle it worked so well in my favor! Now I can just dangle the little carrot whenever I need dirty work done, and he has to do it or lose his job and family’s faith in him permanently."

Now I'm feeling a bit bad for Tadao.

"In speaking of loss." She turns back towards me and glares harshly again. She throws the pendant to the ground and tries to break it with a few firm stomps. Is she seriously acting like a child right now? If I wasn’t in such a dire situation, I’d probably be laughing at how pathetic this is.

The stomps do little to nothing. She yells in frustration, picks it up again, and chucks it at the concrete wall as hard as she could on my left. It just bounces off and clatters to the also concrete floor. Concrete? Of course I'd be in a fucking basement. She’s acting like a child throwing a massive tantrum.

She stops after a moment and pins her hands on my forearms. The grip almost hurts. With her glare locked onto my eyes and her quite obvious thirst for power or something, I could almost joke about her being kinky.

That thought nearly makes me physically gag. Ew. Okay, definitely not with her involved though.

“What are you doing? This wasn’t part of the plan!” Ryo has the audacity to almost sound panicked. Why?

She looks back toward Ryo for a moment.

"Oh, they deserve a little punishment, don't you think, dear Ryo? They chose the “family” over you after all. All they had to do was deny them a bit better, and all of this could have been avoided!~"

I'm pissed they didn't think I tried. How the hell are you SUPPOSED to just stand up and refuse two pro heroes to something they were already dead set on? Especially if they’re quite high in ranks?

Ryo has a torn expression. “I… yeah, I guess that makes sense. But we can’t afford to have them suddenly needing to go to the hospital. They’d be found then!”

She turns back towards me with a highly unnerving smirk. “Don’t you worry. I’ll just go to stage one.”

Stage… one? Wait, It almost feels like everything around is getting colder? No, worse. It feels like heat is slowly being sapped out of me. What is she doing!?

Tadao seems to pale a few shades lighter than he already was.

“Y-You can’t just use your quirk like that! You’re purposefully giving them stage one hypothermia!?” He rushes towards us to try to stop her.

...She’s what!?

She puts one of her hands in a “stop” form towards him. “Come any closer, and I won’t think twice of posting that delightful pic to your family.”

He freezes in his tracks.

“Besides, stage one is harmless enough anyway. Mostly just some shivering and loss of blood circulation. We can warm them back up to normal easily enough later.”

“B-but what about the chance of it worsening after? It could get worse itself since it’s already fairly cold down here!” He almost seems to beg for her to let go.

She rolls her eyes. Damn, I’m feeling the effect fast. My body is already starting to involuntarily shiver. “Every time you open your whiny mouth, it makes my longing stronger of wanting to post it just to get you sorry excuse for a man finally away from me.”

He looks like he desperately wants to say something else, but his mouth snaps shut.

“I- uh, I’ll come back later. I can’t really handle being around Y/N while you do that to them.” Ryo admits and heads towards the stairs starting at my right front corner and goes up towards a door above and behind me. Seriously? You’re so DESPERATE to get me, finally do, and then can’t even stick around to watch your new friend basically torture your old best friend? Just how pathetic are you?

The door slams as they leave.

She immediately gets way too close to my face. Back up, back up, backup, backup,backup-

“You’re lucky I promised to keep my word for them, or I’d have absolutely no problem forcing it to the third stage and laugh at you while watching you die.” She seethes, and lets go not long after.

She's lucky I didn't spit on her face. Would have greatly loved to. I really should have.

She looks toward Tadao and glares again. “I’ll be back shortly. I need to make sure you weren’t stupid enough to leave any other tracks that would lead them to us. While I’m gone, don’t think of doing anything else stupid,” She leaves pretty quickly as well. However, I didn’t hear a door open and close.

I look up to try to see why, and there’s a bit of purple mist that disappears not long after. Purple mist? Was there another or something? Maybe that’s how I got here? Now thinking back, I think I saw something purple forming to the side of me before being knocked out.

Tadao bolts to be right in front of me and puts his hands on my shoulders. The little heat is a surprising relief from the serious chill I’m feeling now. His brown eyes look like they’re about to start crying.

“I’m sorry! I’msorry, I’msosorry, so, so, so, sorry! I didn’t want this to happen and purposefully started to avoid you because they were forcing me to get you and they would have known if I met you and didn’t get you with that other watching and so many things this is so frustrating-!” He quickly started speaking so fast I almost didn’t understand a word he said to me. It took a moment to process, but then it made sense why he wasn’t around the past few days.

Kind of stuck on what to do now, other than…

I slip the ring off my finger and drop it to the floor. Can’t exactly stomp on it from my legs being bound, but it’s enough in the rage I feel.

Another involuntary shiver comes over my body. Has it always been this cold in here? I know the whole hypothermia and stuff going on, but this seems rather odd. Was she possibly lying about only stage one?

He quickly kneels down to be right by the cuffs still on my wrist sitting in front.

Metal cuffs that are detailedly painted to look wooden. After a second of him holding them, The paint chips off with what I guess to be some sort of mold, leaving the metallic glint underneath.

A surprised and extremely terrified expression takes over his face. “I thought I told her to make them wood! I lied saying you wouldn’t be able to break out of it so I could use my mold to dissolve them!”

Aiya laughs behind him and re-enters. A test. Of COURSE she was testing him, not going back to the scene. It would have been beyond suspicious if the heroes saw her there.

She walks down the stairs to be in front of us. “You honestly think I’d listen to you? I know you were planning on letting them go before you found out the family they babysit for are heroes. Sadly, I actually did get rid of that picture, as promised to Ryo with your cooperation, but I can easily get more. All it takes is another friend who still has it, or even just have other friends do the same thing at your workplace,” she puts her hand on her chin and looks up in thought. “Hmm, I might just post it anyways. You didn’t fully keep your promise either!~ Oh! And it would be so much better if next time it’s when your parents are-”

The door gets slammed with so much force, that it flies off the hinges and falls flat right behind her. She freezes in her place, staring at the entrance where the door was.

A man with all-too-familiar hair and certain grey clothing jumps down, and turns toward Aiya with a very harsh glare.

… It’s Shouta, and he. Is. PISSED.

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battydora · 1 year

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my personal take on my hero academia men (pro heroes) and their preferences in bed

alphabetically.

masterlist | rules

¡ +18, minors dni !

characters: all might, best jeanist, cementoss, ectoplasm, edgeshot, endeavor, eraserhear, fatgum, gang orca, hawks, ingenium, manual, present mic, sir nighteye

content: nsfw, general sexcanons, reader x various characters, gender neutral but mentions of breasts and vulva (all might, eraserhead, sir nighteye) and penis (eraserhead), reader referred as mommy (manual), some romance, some fluff, roughness and freakness, but above all, sexy time.

warnings: suggestive content, mentions of various kinks, sexual activities, cock riding, rimming, dirty talking, public teasing, foreplay, rope bunny, oral sex, fingering, cunnilingus, rough sex and much more.

note: i think i never had an idea better than this. enjoy

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all might: big fan of nipple kissing (him receiving), ass grabbing and slapping (both giving and receiving), he loves seeing you ride him, he likes the way your titties bounce up and down, whenever he gets a chance he grabs them. i believe he's very much into rimming, anytime he asks you to eat his ass you will soon have toshinori moaning softly into the pillow, your mouth feels so good in him it makes him go crazy. a bonus: he likes when you strip for him before doing it. i think he's insecure about his body so you'll have to be patient and loving, and maybe take control most of the time.

best jeanist: im gonna go wild with this one, i love him. he's a switch. as a dom, hakamada enjoys rope bunny (or bondage if he's really in the mood), he likes tying up your hands and feet when you're fully naked on his bed, he's very gentle though and gives soft/please dom energy, whatever you desire, you'll have him working hard to give it to his love. as a sub, tsunagu tells you he submits completely to you, he's probably on his knees hugging your torso waiting for instructions like a little puppy willing to follow its master. he lets you decorate him with bites and hickies all over. the pro hero is also a gentle moaner, his moans and whines are the cutest and softest you've ever heard, it almost sounds like a melody when you give him a handjob and play with his balls. he also loves the idea of having his face ridden... or maybe edging..... another plus is that he loves lingerie, the idea of your cute butt being adorned with only a tiny bit of cloth makes his mind flash the dirtiest ideas, imagine him getting home just to find completely naked on the couch except for a thin dark red pantie, he'd fall on his knees in front of the sofa completely enchanted by you as he worships your gorgeous body. idk he's so romantic ugh💍💍

cementoss: not sure how his body works, but if he happens to have the same touch as humans, he'd be the type to please his partner, honestly i think he befriended more with toys and he relies on them a lot to give you the pleasure you deserve, because ken deep inside is worried you won't enjoy having sex with him thanks to his quirk.

ectoplasm: a romantic one, he probably enjoys more vanilla sex rather than very lewd stuff, he's so full of compliments for you, he enjoys adoring your body, kissing and caressing it with his hands. he has particular interest in your thights so don't mind if you find him grabbing and squishing them during sexy time (which is also the only place he'll allow himself to bite if you let him :))

edgeshot: just as ectoplasm, shinya is a very romantic partner, sexy time with him might include candles, gifts, roses and praises all along the way. he's not here for quickies, he's determined to take entire minutes of his time to explore every inch of your body and give them costumized attention to each. sitting you on his lap to make out with you as he grabs your ass and caresses your lower back and shoulder blades. you want your genitalia touched? he already has his hand working. you want to be railed nonstop? “we will break the bed if that is what it needs to be done for your enjoyment, darling”. he personally enjoys moans and whines, i think he is a man who likes to know what he's doing right, so please, praise him he wants to know his lovely partner is having the best they can get, he'll do anything to provide the orgasm(s) their significant other deserves to make them scream of pleasure so please congratulate him and tell him his doing an excellent job, because he sure is.

endeavor: a very, very rough partner. i feel like you two have a rivals with benefits dynamic, you tease him and he teases you. in bed you never fail to insult eachother, merciless scratching, mean bitting, feral kissing. he loves it, he loves being able to expulse his stress on you, specially when you walked around town teasing him, calling him a bastard and acting like a brat around him all day because the more teasing, greater the punishment when back home. bruises of all types can be done here. enji has no problem on taking you anywhere around the house, he loves laying your body over the dining table and rail you nonstop, the couch aswell, oh and did i mention that one time in the shower?

eraserhead: uuhh, this one might dissapoint some of you. i personally headcanon aizawa as a demiromantic/demisexual person so it took you a while to get him open about his sexual desires but once you gave eachother explicit consent and boundaries, you unleash all your fantasies at once. shouta seems like the guy to go for classic positions at first, such as the missionary and doggy style, buuut... if you ask him to go rough and wild, oh dear, bet he'll go rough and wild until you're a whiny dirty mess underneath him. shouta also likes giving oral, as you make out, he sits you down on the edge of the bed, he takes his kisses to your neck, chest and tummy as his hands caress your body shamessly, once he gets down there, he gifts you a wide devilish smile before putting his mouth to work (you do him a favour by pulling his hair up, he also wouldn't mind if you pull it hard). not a messy eater, but he swears he has never tasted something this good like your cock/pussy before.

fatgum: one of my favourites indeed. i hope you're ready because things have never been freakier, taishiro is a MENACE in bed, he seems so sweet and innocent but this big boy hides the most naughty kinks and fantasies (under his bed?). very freaky and hungry while approaching you, likes to pin you down on bed and is always in the mood for sex! he sure is no dissapointment, plus his stamina>>, imagine the possibilities. taishiro is very open minded too! so if you go to him with a new idea to try in bed, he'll be the first in line to try it out! but this is not it, he knows quite well pleasure does not and never relies on penetration, no, the last thing he thinks of is penetration, he takes time to explore your other senses, he plays with your sight and smell, may you picture yourself blindfolded and handcuffed as toyomitsu caresses, kisses and bites your skin, pulling you closer to make you feel his fragance and maybe using a little vibrator on your sensitive zone to push you to your limits, please?

gang orca: i know some of you are down bad for this gal, dw i got you. kugo can be... intense, despite his mean and bold personality at work, he is a man who enjoys having fun with his partner whenever he can, indeed, he is a great and spontaneous teaser, specially in public, you could be out on a date at a cafe and then suddenly get a risky hint from him... “i bet i can take you anywhere looking so tempting like you do right now” “did that catch you off guard? mmh...” “i'm not afraid of people knowing how bad i want my partner, specially how i want to spread their legs over the tabl-” you have to stop him because if you didn't, he wouldn't. he never tries to hide how aroused you make him feel sometimes, he's so proud to have you as his partner, you're so hot and attractive and he sees you like a treasure, kugo wants everyone to know you're his. did i tell you that one time he dragged you into a public restroom for you to ride his cock as he sat on the toilet? he definitely enjoys doing risky things in public, the adrenaline he feels has no comparison, specially when you put up with this behaviour and become touchy with him.

hawks: great friends with dirty talking and teasing, keigo is the type of man to whisper lewd things into your ear all through the act (from foreplay until you are done with eachother), he whispers compliments on how hot you look but also in the many positions he would like to put you to rail you (or to rail him). he enjoys performing penetration, but he also loves receiving anal attention, he remembers that time for his birthday you gifted him a dildo and used it that same night, thinking how it would feel if you were there to help him... he phone called you before having his orgasm and you never ran so fast in your life just to reach the hero's home, making sure to give him all the anal sex he wished making him cum multiple times. this turned into a habit because he enjoys anal play a whole lot, now you know what to do to have number 2 hero screaming of pleasure and cumming over and over.

ingenium: unpopular ik shut up, iida's are so hot a switch! i like to think tensei iida has preference for vainilla sex rather than anything too intense. whenever he takes control, he's such a sweet and loving partner, always asking for your consent on things and asking you how are you feeling. very sweet and caring, very focused on your pleasure! when you take control, tensei enjoys a lot when you give him hand jobs while fingering his ass, he adores how your hands make him feel and doesn't like to admit it but he moans quite softly and gets flustrated when you tease/compliment him about it.

manual: IDK WHAT I'M DOING ANYMORE HELPJDKD he's so pretty pls agree w me definitely a sub, no matter how much he tries to hide it and prove his "dominance" to you, masaki still submits to your touch almost inmediately after a few kisses. he enjoys being bit and marked all over (as long as no one at work sees the marks) and when going very intimate with you, he let's you peg him, he loves the feeling of his prostate being constantly hit by your plastic cock. if i'm going to give manual his own sexcanons, i'm gonna do it right: he has a mommy and degradation kink, he might seem so cute and sweet from the outside but indoors you know he falls on his knees for you, telling him how much of a whore he is for you and what would his coworkers think if they knew how dumb and pathetic he looks when mommy fucks him hard. masaki also goes weak when you slap his ass, he does not mind if you leave any red marks and scratches.

present mic: for someone who is as intense and loud like he is, hizashi is surprisingly a very soft partner in bed! i feel like he is the type of guy you can laugh with during sexy time and make fun jokes about the weird noises that can occur during some parts of the act. yamada probably studied the kama-sutra back and forth so everyday you get to try a new and fun pose for sexy time! having sex with hizashi is very entretaining and passionate, he's very gentle but can go rough if you ask him to, if you ask him his favourite pose, he'll probably choose reverse cowboy (with you on top) and maybe 69. plus: he likes listening to music as you fuck! the music tastes my vary depending on you and the mood of the day.

sir nighteye: it took you a while to convince mirai to have an active sex life with you, his main excuse was because of his quirk, he is a pro hero yes, but he might get carried away during sex because you're so sexy ;) and use it on you by accident. you discussed this for months until you proposed you could cover your eyes and let sasaki use you at his will. the idea surprisingly fit mirai's liking so you gave it a chance. you never thought the so composed, ellegant and serious man could be so good at stimulating all of your sensitive zones, the guy is amazingly good with his fingers, his thumb rubs your clit so deviously slow as other two fingers bury deep inside your vagina, teasing your insides mercilessly. his other hand does not stay still, it joins the fun playing with your chest, rubbing and pinching your nipples and squishing your breasts every now and then. but the fun isn't over, some other day you decide to blindfold sasaki, at first he was uncomfortable and unsure for not being in complete control of the situation (because he is a control freak you know) but as soon as you got your hands on him, stripping him, kissing and marking his body, rubbing his sensitive zones; he found himself enjoying this way of love making more than the one where he was in control and doing all the job (he's a man that works hard everyday and work expectations don't let him rest, so you guessed it was time for him to enjoy and relax!). mirai doesn't like to admit it but he likes doing it in his office, you did it only twice there, but he wishes to do it more often, he's just too embarassed to ask (the second time he took off his all might poster from the wall because he felt observed and very ashamed)

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Aizawa Shouta x Abused!Student!Reader

"save yourself"

warnings: self-harm, mentions of being abused, mentions of parent death, platonic teacher x student, gender neutral reader, if i forgot something please let me know!!

genre: angst, fluff

words: 3,2k

A/N: hii!! this isn't my first fic ever but it's my first fic in english. it's not my native language, so sorry for any errors. i hope you'll like it :33

oh also it's happening after all might's fight with all for one, so around season 3 :))

jahshwhdhehd i'm so nervous while posting this

It was a tiring day for Aizawa. Talking with his studends' parents was more exhausting than he thought it will be, but getting their opinions and them agreeing to move students to the dormitories was necessary and very important to him and U.A. The safety of the students is a top priority, so he tried his best to make this project successful.

The sun was setting when he and Toshinori arrived at Y/N's house. Honestly - it was huge. Not only the building but the whole property. A quiet sigh escaped Toshinori's lips when he looked at big beautiful garden with two marble fountains and massive, three-floored, modern house.

"They must be rich, right?" he said in slight nervous tone, scratching the back of his neck.

"You're suprised?" the tone of Aizawa's tone was tired and hoarse. This man was really exhausted that day. He cleared his throat and continued. "The L/N is a family of politicians with a long tradition. Everyone in their family has been involved in politics in some way since the 19th century. That's pretty serious. They have a lot of influence. Don't you remember how big a scandal it was when journalists found out about Y/N's passing tests for the U.A?"

Toshinori didn't answer. The only sound he made was a nervous gulp before the car stopped and they got out of it. They made their way through long path and walked up to the door.

"Oh." Aizawa raised his hand to ring the doorbell but stopped suddenly. "They are living only with their father. Don't bring this up during the conversation, please." he said then pressed the button and the sound of an elegant doorbell rang out. Before All Might could answer, the door were opened by a tall man dressed in dark pants and white shirt.

"You must be Y/N's teachers." the tone of his voice was a little bit rough. His eyes were wondering from Toshinori to Aizawa like he was judging them. For some reason he seemed pretty annoyed like his work got interrupted or something, but it brought Eraserhead's attention.

"Good evening Mr. L/N. May we come in and talk? This won't take long." Aizawa was the one who was doing all the talking and greeted Y/N's father properly. The man was still looking at them suspiciously but with a wave of his hand invited them in.

"Come inside." he said and they stepped in. "Can I get you something to drink?" he asked not out of politeness, but because he didn't want to come off as an asshole.

"No need to bother. Like I said, this won't take long." Aizawa said as they sat on the couch in the living room. All Might looked around nervously feeling a little bit overwhelmed by the luxury of the house, meanwhile Aizawa's eyes kept following all the man's movements. "There's something weird about him" he thought.

Eraserhead wanted to start speaking about the main topic, but was interupted by Toshinori. "Where's young L/N?" he asked.

The look in the man's eyes changed when his child's name was mentioned. He wasn't afraid of that question, but he really wished it to not be asked. "They are in their room."

"Can you go get them?"

"I don't think that's possible."

"Why?" Aizawa asked and gives him concerned look. "It's quite important."

The man gripped his jaw but didn't show his irritation when he spoke in a soft tone. "They are tired after school and they are taking a nap." each word said slowly.

"Umm..." suddenly they heard a quiet voice. They turned their heads to see Y/N standing in the threshold, wearing a black oversized hoodie and comfy sweatpants. They really looked like they just woke up from a nap, but it made Aizawa even more suspicious. "What's going on...?" they asked confusedly.

"L/N, please join us." All Might said and Y/N slowly walked towards the couch where their father was sitting and sat next to him without even looking at him. They just stared at their fingers and played with them.

"They seem nervous" the thought crossed Aizawa's mind and he brings his eyes back to Y/N father. He looked displeased and kinda angry that his kid appeared. He didn't want the anger to take control over him, but his eyes were saying enough - he's pissed. So pissed. But why? The hero thought he know the answer, but he didn't want to jump to conclusions.

For the whole conversation he was keeping an eye on Y/N. They were looking down almost all the time, playing with their fingers and fidgeting in their seat. "They aren't nervous" he thought, "They are scared". Being quiet was Y/N normal behaviour, but this time it was unusual. They seemed scared enough to be afraid to take a deep breath. Aizawa's attention brought also a bandage around their wrists. It was visible only for a second when they were fidgeting in their seat, but that second was enough. "I need to talk to them".

The talk about the dorms didn't go as smoothly as the heroes wanted. Mr. L/N was very skeptical about the idea, but he didn't want to answer why. His response was always "I have my reasons". It was making Aizawa not only mad, but also even more worried about his student. "What reasons?" he finally asked and gave him a penetrating look, as if he wanted to look directly into his mind or soul. "It's none of yours business." that's how Y/N's father was cutting the heroes off from the sensible answer. Toshinori was about to give up, but Aizawa's firm tone gave him a little bit hope. "It doesn't affect you any harm, Mr. L/N. We just want to make sure that students are safe". Thankfully, Mr. L/N finally agreed.

"Now, I'm sorry, but I think it's time for me to ask you to leave." he said while lifting himself up from his seat. "I don't mean to be rude, I just have a lot work to do."

"I want to talk with Y/N privately before we'll leave, please." Aizawa said which brought the kid's attention and they looked up at him from their fingers.

Y/N's father raised an eyebrow. "And why is that?"

The two men looked at each other intensely. "Just the school stuff. It won't take too long".

"I suppose it can wait until tomorrow then".

Aizawa's gaze became even more penetrating. "I insist".

The man was about to protest again, but he was interupted by his child.

"We can talk in my room" they said in a soft tone. Their father gave them the same warning look he had given them when they appeared in the room. It made Aizawa's blood boil. They walked past their dad and gulped nervously before speaking to their teacher. 'Please, come with me..."

They led him to their room and sighed deeply in relief after closing the door, but their hands were shaking slightly. "I-I'm sorry, Sensei. My father doesn't usually speak to people like that".

But he ignored what they just said. He could tell that they're nervous. Really, really nervous. Scared. Terrified. Anxious. All of the above. Their hands were shaking, they were stuttering and refused to look at him. He took a deep breath and knelt in front of them.

"Y/N, look at me" his tone soften when he said this. They raised their eyes to look at him. He saw tears forming in the corner of their eyes. "It's okay, you're safe with me".

He raised his hand to place it on their shoulder but he regretted it immediately when they flinched slightly and he saw fear in their eyes. Single tear fell down their cheek. Aizawa regretted it even more.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, kid. I should've asked first" he looked at their form and felt really bad for them. Their whole body started to shake slightly. "Listen... I won't hurt you. I just want to talk with you".

They looked into his eyes and held back another tears that filled their eyes then noded.

"If you don't want me to touch you, that's completely okay. But if you'll feel like you need a hug, my arms are open for you". They noded again. Aizawa raised his hand again, this time slowly and carefully, trying not to scare them more. "Is it okay if I place my hand on your shoulder?" he looked into their eyes. They gulped.

"Y-Yes..." they said quietly. Eraser lowered his hand and placed it on their shoulder. He could tell that they were tense. Very tense. He gently rubbed their shoulder trying to comfort them.

"Now, I need you to tell me what's wrong" his voice was soft and quiet. He was almost whispering.

"Noth..."

"Don't say it's nothing. I see something is going on, Y/N. I saw it the whole evening. I'm here to listen and help. All I want is your safety, because you're my student and I care about you. But I can't take care of it if you don't open up. Please, it's important."

"What if I can't open up? What if I can't talk about it?" tears fell down their cheeks. Aizawa felt he was too harsh on them.

"Listen... I suspect what's happening here, in your house" their eyes widen when he said this. Another tears fell down their cheeks.

"Nothing is happening..." they looked down at their fingers again.

"I see how your father treats you. How he looks at you" they raised their eyes at him again. "You can tell me everything. I'll listen and help you go throught this. You're not alone, Y/N. I am here with you".

They couldn't hold back anymore. "Sensei..." They bursted into tears and fell into his arms. He caught them and held them tightly while they were holding onto him, crying softly on his shoulder. He patted their back gently trying to comfort them.

"Shh... It's okay. Let all of your emotions go, that's right... You don't need to hold back. You can cry as much as you want" he kept saying comforting words into their ear. "You're safe with me. I won't let anything happen to you. I will protect you, Y/N".

When they calmed down and pulled out slightly, Aizawa held their shoulders gently and looked into their eyes. "Do you trust me?" he asked. They noded. "Good... Please tell me the truth. Is it true that your father..."

"Beats me?" They interupted him and finished his sentence. "Yes... yes, it is true."

Aizawa gulped loudly. "Can I ask for how long is it going?"

"Since my mom died... He started to drink too much and quickly became aggressive..."

"I understand. I'm sorry for everything you've been through, kid" Aizawa rubbed their shoulders. "The bandages on your arms... Are they because of him?"

They swallowed nervously. "N-No..."

"No?"

"No." They looked down. "He doesn't touch me there."

"Then why do you have bandages on your arms?"

They started shaking again. "I-I-I..." They were unable to put together a correct sentence because they were stuttering too much.

"Hey, it's okay." he kept rubbing their shoulder reassuringly. "You can tell me everything."

"I..." they started crying again. "I self harmed..."

Aizawa didn't want to hear it. He suspected it, but didn't want it to be truth. It was quite shock for him. How could he not notice? They are his student, he sees them almost every day, and still... How could he...? He kept asking that question to himself.

He didn't say anything. He was just starring into their eyes, trying to figure out what should he say not to scare them off. But instead of saying anything, he just pulled them into a big, warm hug.

"I'm sorry..." he holds them close to him. "I'm so sorry, Y/N"

"It's not your fault, Sensei..." they sobbed softly. "I should say sorry"

"No, you don't" he pulled away from them slightly and looked into their eyes again. "You don't owe any apology, kid. You're the one the world should be apologizing to. You deserve the world."

They smiled weakly. "Thank you for everything, Sensei."

"I didn't do anything" he smiled back. "Not yet."

They looked at him questioningly. "Not... yet?"

"You didn't think I will leave it without doing anything, did you? Your father will pay for what he did to you."

"No..." their eyes filled with panic. "Please don't do anything... He will take revange. Not only on you, on me too."

"I will protect you."

"You don't know what he is capable of!" they were close to burst into tears again. "He has contacts… He will destroy me, he will destroy you."

"He won't do anything. I will take care of that."

"Please, Sensei..." they looked him into eyes.

"I can't leave you like this, Y/N" he massaged their shoulder. "I'm a hero and also your teacher. It is my responsibily. Why do you think I became a hero?"

They looked down at their fingers again. The answer wasn't that hard, it just didn't want to pass through their clenched throat.

"To help others." they finally muttered under their nose.

"Yes, you're right. To help others" he patted their head. "Now look at me, please."

They slowly raised their head and looked into his eyes.

"What's your reason to became a hero?" he asked in a gentle tone.

"I-I..." they stuttered. "I also want to help others... I don't want anyone to go through hell like mine... I want to save all the helpless and scared kids like me"

Aizawa smiled softly. "Then... how do you want to save others when you don't want to save yourself?"

Their eyes widen when his words reached their ears. Unknown feeling took over their whole body as they kept starring into his dark eyes. His gaze was penetrating, but also calming. It made them feel something they haven't felt in years. Hope. They were still scared though, but for the first time in their life they feel like they can do something agaist their abusive father. It's a new unknown feeling but at some point made them feel alive again.

"You're right, Sensei..." they whispered then took a deep breath. "I need to be strong. I need to face my fears. Otherwise, I won't be able to become a hero"

"I wouldn't go that far, but..." he patted their head. "That's right. You need to fight with your fears. Otherwise, they will take control over your life and you will never be free. But you want to be free, right?"

They noded slowly. "Yes."

He took his hand off of their head and stood up. "Will you let me take care of it now?"

They were looking at him for a longer moment before nodding. However, their eyes were still filled with uncertainty.

He leaned closer them. "Don't worry, everything will be alright. I won't leave you alone. I will be with you all the time" he said while patting their head, then pulled his phone out of his pocket and called the police.

***

"What's taking them so long?" Y/N's father was starting to get impatient, but then he saw them entering the room. On their faces, there was not a trace of what was happening a minute ago in Y/N's room. "Couldn't it take longer?" he asked sarcastically.

"Please calm down, Mr. L/N" Aizawa said as he walked walked towards the man. "Sit down, please. I forgot about one thing."

"No, no, no, no. We can discuss it another day." he protested and shook his head. "Now, I think I have to ask you to leave."

"I insist." the truth was that Aizawa was playing for time. Yes, he called the police and they should be there around a few minutes, but he wanted to be inside the house when they will enter to arrest the man. He had to be with Y/N.

"Please, leave." The man was even more pissed than before. He did not expect what was about to happen.

The tension that had built up in the room caused Toshinori to speak up. "Eraser, let's just go..." but then the front door suddenly opened and two police officers walked into the house. Aizawa reacted quickly, grabbing Y/N's arm gently to give them a sign that he is with them and he's not going anywhere.

"What the f-" Y/N's father didn't have a chance to finish his sentence when he was pushed on the couch by one of the officers, his wrists got handcuffed.

"You are under arrest on charges of abusing your child. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can be used as evidence against you." the officer said a typical police phrase and grabbed him by his shoulders, lifting him from the couch. He didn't stop himself from being rough with him.

"You can't!" Mr. L/N tried to resist, but was quickly escorted out of the house and put in a police car.

The grip of Aizawa's hand on Y/N shoulder tightened a bit when he spoke to them. "It's all over now". But they didn't even heard him saying those words. Their eyes were still wide open, their hands now shaking uncontrollably. They didn't know how should they feel. Should they feel happy because this nightmare is finally over? Should they feel grief? Or should they feel sad because, after all, it's still their parent? The last one that left...

Y/N hid their face in Aizawa's chest. Overwhalmed by so many different emotions they started crying loudly. Almost screaming. They could't take this anymore. It was too much. Too much trauma. Too many years keeping their emotions inside. Now, they can finally let go.

Aizawa, seeing his student so much in pain, almost broke himself. He hugged them tightly and gently stroked their hair trying to comfort them while they were holding onto him. He saw the police car driving away with Y/N's father, then looked at confused Toshinori and gave him a signal to wait in the car. The blonde man left the house leaving them alone. The black haired hero let Y/N cry into his chest for a little longer before pulling away and kneeling in front of them.

"Y/N, please look at me" he tried to be as gentle as possible, because they were still trembling slightly. They looked up at him. Their eyes red and swollen from crying, tears couldn't stop falling down their cheeks. Aizawa brought his hand closer their face and wiped the tears away gently. Then he placed his hand on the top of their head and rubbed it calmingly. "There, there... You're safe now. It's all over now." He tried his best to comfort them.

"B-But what do I do now?" they asked, still crying. "I feel like the whole world is failing apart..."

"Come here" Aizawa pulled them into another hug, placing his hand on their back and massaging it reassuringly. He tightened his embrance when he felt them melting into his arms. "Shh... It's okay. You don't have to worry about anything. Like I said earlier, I won't leave you alone. I promise."

They held tighter onto him. Their hands were still shaking and tears kept falling down their cheeks. "I-I'm scared..."

"You don't need to be afraid anymore, Y/N. I will protect you and I will help you get better." he was still holding them in his arms when he leaned closer their ear and whispered softly: "I will help you save yourself."

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