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dilfl0v3rss · 10 months

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I HAVE ONEEE🌚🌚

Aizawa punishing you after you get mad and ignore him???

ATE DOWN TO THE BONE BAE THANK YOU!!!

“you not bein fair” you said as you and aizawa went back and forth for the past ten minutes. you were supposed to be going out to brunch with your girls, but of course this man falls asleep on the couch waiting for you to get dressed. so when you finally came to him fully dressed he was too tired to drive you. “no, you was taking too long. if you would’ve been ready by the time i got home like i told you to be, i would’ve had no problem taking you” you rolled your eyes, shifting your weight onto one foot as you stared your boyfriend down on the couch.

“sho get up” you tried your best to be as scary as you could, but of course it didn’t work. this man was bigger and taller than you. even as he sat on the couch, his legs spread as he had his arms spread on the top of the couch. his white tank top and gold chain, that you gifted him, sitting nicely on his chest and neck. his hair was tied back in a messy bun with some strands sitting on his cheeks as he look at you with pure boredom on his face. no matter how intimidating you tried to be, this man will always have you beat.

“no” he muttered, his big hand moving from its spot on the edge to grab the remote. “how bout you come sit baby. we can watch the movie you been talkin about” a light smirk grew into his face as he watched the effect his deep voice had on you. your face quickly went from annoyed to shy as you thought about sitting with him, but then you thought about all the tea you would be missing at brunch and you quickly came to your senses. “no nigga m’goin t’bed” you rolled your eyes before walking to your room, not missing the “you need t’watch your mouth” that he mumbled as you walked away.

you made quick work of texting your girls that you won’t be able to make it, not leaving out the fact that your boyfriend was being a “dickhead” and a “lazy ass nigga” before throwing your phone on your bed and changing into one of his t shirts. “dumb ass” you mumbled as you walked past aizawa while making your way to the kitchen for a snack. luckily he didn’t hear you because if he did, you doubted you’d even make it to the fridge. as you opened up the bread to make yourself a sandwich you heard your boyfriends voice come from the living room. “can you make me one too?” his voice was low, but you still heard him. just because you heard him didn’t mean you were going to reply though. you were still very much pissed off.

you continued to get the different supplies you needed for your sandwich. purposely counting as you took the slices of bread out to let him know that only you were getting a sandwich. “one…two…that’s all.” aizawa took a deep sigh at your behavior, getting up from the couch to just make his own sandwich since you were being difficult. the closer he got the faster you worked, purposely putting things away after you’ve used them so he can take them back out himself. “really?” he grumbled, not appreciating the look you gave him before continuing on putting things away. aizawa took another deep breath, trying his best not to just throw you over his knee and spank you for acting like a brat. he pulled the items back out, placing them on the table before watching you cut your sandwich in two.

“can y’atleast leave the knife out?” you sucked your teeth, rolling your eyes again before dropping the knife in the sink and turning your back on him to get some juice from the fridge. “can y’stop being a dickhead?” you mumbled. this time he heard you, letting his body move before his mind as he quickly made his way towards you and wrapped a big hand around the back of your neck. he pulled your body towards his chest, lowering his lips to your ear as he spoke. “that wasn’t nice mama. you wanna repeat that f’me?” his dick was already hardening at the feeling of your ass rubbing against him. a small whimper leaving your lips as you continued to ignore him. looking straight ahead into the fridge. aizawa scoffed, he should’ve known you wouldn’t answer. he slowly moved your body to the counter, bending you over as he pressed his hard on into you.

“let’s see how long you can keep the mouth closed” with that he yanked his shirt from over your ass, giving the brown flesh some slow rubs before he landed a rough spank on your right cheek. you went to cover your mouth with your hands, but your boyfriend handled that quickly. grabbing both of your wrists and pinning them behind your back as he continues his assault on your ass. “m’not gon stop until you talk t’me princess. you know better” his deep voice made your pussy leak in your panties. the wet arousal causing a stain to form in the bright pink fabric rubbing against his hard print.

aizawa smirked at your defiance, pressing into you a little harder as he landed two more slaps to your ass. he loved watching you try to act all unbothered by his actions. your pussy already giving you away as he watched your wetness transfer from your panties to his grey sweatpants. he continued to rub into you, purposely doing it you just the way you liked as he rubbed his big palm over your burning flesh. “talk t’me baby. is daddy touching you right?” aizawa moved your panties to the side as he spoke, spreading your wetness all around your pussy before dipping two thick fingers into you. a small whine left your throat, the stretch of his two fingers already too much for you as you began to clench tightly around him. “unt uh baby, let me in there”

“i-i can’t daddy….their too b-big” a sexy grin made its way to your boyfriends face at the sound of your whiny voice. you were saying one thing, but your body did another as you started opening up and moving back a little closer to him. you were chasing your orgasm now, the feeling of your release already so close just from him fingering you a little. if it were any other day your boyfriend would’ve let you, but since you decided to be a bother to him, he decided to teach you a little lesson. a whimper left your lips at the feeling of his fingers abruptly moving out of you. aizawa’s grip on your wrists tightened as he lowered to his knees. his long wet tongue waisting no time replacing his fingers as he licked all around your pussy. “aughh please sho” you moaned, moving your hips back as best you could to get more of the delicious friction.

“mhmm” he hummed, the vibrations going straight to your clit as he continued to sloppily eat you out from the back. your orgasm quickly returned, your legs beginning to wobble as you felt your release on the tip of your tongue. “m’gonna cum sho please don’t stop” aizawa continued to his onslaught on your pussy. obnoxiously slurping your juices before massaging your clit with his skilled tongue. his other hand palming his print as he brought you to the brink of collapsing on the counter. “tell daddy you’re sorry” he said into your wet folds, moving his head from side to side to bring you more pleasure. even in your fucked out state, you refused to listen to this man. shaking your head as you made a small “nuh uhh” sound.

a tinge of anger ran through aizawa as he quickly got up from his spot on the ground, yanking his sweatpants down just enough to free his dick before pulling his tight tank top up his chest. his hard six pack making an appearance as he rubbing his dick up and down your pussy. “you’re really pushin it mama. keep it up and you won’t cum for the rest of the week” a groan left your lips at the thought of not having access to your boyfriend for the rest of the week. that was not something you wanted, but you didn’t feel the need to apologize. he was being annoying so you ignored him, simple. aizawa took your lack of reply as more brattiness, purposely teasing you to get you to act right. he rubbed himself into you harder, purposely tapping his tip against your clit to make your body jerk.

he was making you so wet, whines and cries flew from your lips as he tortured you. he felt so good, but the both of you know that you’d never cum if he kept stopping in between each couple of rubs and taps. “d-daddy please jus….jus fuck me already” a hard slap was brought to your ass, aizawa’s other hand wrapping around your throat as he pulled you back to his chest. “tell me what i wanna hear and i’ll give you this dick the way you want it” his voice caressed your ears, weakening your resolve as you felt his thick tip begin to prod your entrance. “cmon baby m’right there. just apologize and i’ll give you all of it” his lips wrapped around your ear, his pearly white teeth light grazing your skin as he awaited your reply.

a deep groan rang in your ears, the feeling of your wet pussy making his tip begin to redden in want as he continued his onslaught on the back of your neck, pink lips leaving kisses all over the area as he felt your pussy clench on his tip. the feeling of his tongue sliding up your neck broke you. a loud wine left your lips as you said the words he’s been wanting. “m’sorry daddy….p-please m’so sorry” a smirk grew on his lips as aizawa took a deep sigh of relief. “good girl” with that he slowly sunk into you, his thick dick stretching your walls just the way you liked before he started his slow pace. he let go of your wrists, letting you throw your hands behind you and touch his stubbled chin. your moans filled the kitchen as you felt his dick kiss all the right places inside of you.

“oh my godddd” you moaned, moving yourself back onto him. aizawa loved how slutty you got for him. whatever attitude you had early was finally gon as he let you be as greedy as you wanted with him. “f-fasterrr” you whined. a sharp thrust made an even louder one escape you as aizawa tightened his hand around your throat. “s’not how you talk t’me mama” his words going straight to your core as you felt his pace slow down inside of you. “faster p-please daddy…i meant f-fast please shittt” aizawa nodded his head at your correction. quickening his pace the way you wanted as a reward for your much better behavior. he pounded into you, making your legs buckle as you felt your wetness trickle down your thighs. you don’t think any other man you’ve been with has ever made you wet like this one does and you were eternally grateful for that.

aizawas dick worked wonders inside your pussy, stroking you to perfection and filling you completely every time he reentered you. before long your orgasm was coming back at full force, your walls clenching tightly around him as you cried out to him. “sho c-can i” “go head” neither of you could hold it anymore. aizawa’s pace quickened as he began to roughly fuck your orgasm out of you, his load shooting deep into you as he quickly held you up by your torso to keep you from falling. “i gotcha baby…let it allll out” your mind was clouded with him, his dick softening inside of you as he let you come down from your high. “don’t ignore me again kay?” aizawa didn’t leave any room for a reply before pulling out of you, tucking himself in his sweats, and lifting you bridal style in his arms.

he brought the two of you in your room, closing the fridge before leaving the kitchen, and laid you down in bed. “rest” was all he said before making his way to the bathroom to clean himself up. as soon as he closed the door you quickly snatched your phone to send a quick text to your friends.

‘i take back what i said. i love that man fr’

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nasty-quillz · 2 months

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Bad Man Aizawa: Sloppy Seconds

AO3 Mirror

tag: non-con, Dirty Talk, Daddy Kink, Shinsou is Aizawa's biological son, Incest, Voyeurism, forced cheating, UA is A Hero College

Summary: Shouta Aizawa is not a good man. He wishes he were but well... That's a useless thought, when he takes his son's sloppy seconds in his lecture hall

Aizawa groaned as he lifted your skirt to expose puffy brown lips, oozing with his son’s cum.

“Look at you. Late to class because you couldn’t stop fucking my son, Y/n? And where are your panties, you lil’ whore?”

You whined at the tight grip on your thigh, big rough hands forcing them open. “Hitoshi took them. He said I had to keep his cum in me, but if I didn’t then I deserved for everyone to know what a dick hungry bitch I am.” There were tears in your eyes as from the humiliation of being exposed to your boyfriend’s father like this.

Aizawa spread your lips apart and felt his dick twitch as his son’s nut oozed out of you. Without preamble he undid a secret zipper on his Hero Suit and pulled his stiffening dick free.

It leaked with precum, as he stroked himself to full hardness, dripping onto your pussy to mix with his son’s. The fat tip poked from the foreskin and Aizawa spat on it to lubricate his stroking.

He pressed the head into your pussy, relishing in the hot gooey sensations of Hitoshi’s nut slicking the way.

“Fuck,” Aizawa groaned out as he buried his thick long girth into your sweet young cunt. He looked at your face and smirked at the tears he saw streaking down your face, at the strain of his dick in your inexperienced pussy. He grasped you by the backs of your knees and began fucking you.

He was so hard from the feeling of Hitoshi’s cum slicking your sloppy passage. He thought of how he must have looked, locked in some supply closet, your hot lil’ pussy stretching around his dick. How it must have looked as he rutted into you in pure adrenaline filled ecstasy, at fucking in UA.

“Hitoshi’s nut made you so slick, Y/n,” Aizawa teased meanly, loving thow the dirty wrongness of your circumstances made you ripple around his dick.

You cried harder and Aizawa sucked his teeth. “What Y/n? Don’t like to share your boyfriend’s nut wit his Daddy?” He set his hands on your hips, rutting into your rigorously. “Because this pussy sure feels like you’re fine with it.”

At the Hero’s words your grow wetter, squeezing him as he fucks you roughly.

“Uh huh Y/n, that’s what I thought. You like when I force you into some dark corner to get at my son’s sloppy seconds. I’ll make sure the next time you’re set to come over to study to let you bounce in my dick in his bed.”

You sobbed harder, knowing the man will follow through. Can imagine him blackmailing you to arrive early. Dragging you to Hitoshi’s room and laying you face down ass up. Flipping your uniform skirt up to get at your pussy and fuck you with the scent of his son in your face.

Getting fucked by your boyfriend’s father, in his bed, with the older man violating the trust his son has in him, by violation his girlfriend. His dick driving into you with vindictiveness as he whispered to you that Hitoshi would be home soon, so you’d better cum on his Father’s dick before then.

The very thought was enough to send you over the edge and you found your mouth covered by the Hero’s big rough hand, to quiet your wailing.

Your pussy spasmed and clutched at his as your vision whited out in ecstasy. All the While Aizawa was drilling into you, with a single mindedness that was near suffocating.

He moaned as he continued to thrust into your sloppy heat. He watched, captivated, as you creamed on his dick. The sight of your cum mixing with his son’s pushed him over the edge and he pressed his dick in deep, as he filled you with jet after jet of hot cum.

He watched as cum oozed out around him, taking pleasure in the fact that he cum was now mixed with Hitoshi’s.

When he starts to soften, he pulls out. When the deluge of nut starts to spill, he pushes it back into you with his fingers. “Don’t waste all our hard work, Y/n. What would our ‘Toshi think if he knew you were so wasteful,” he asked as he removed his hand from your mouth.

You whimpered doing your best to keep their cum inside you, as you sat up. Without warning Aizawa shoved his dirty fingers in your mouth.

“Clean up your mess,” he ordered as he put himself away.

You do as he said, licking and sucking the cum from his fingers.

“You’re going to come to our apartment tonight, before he gets home. I meant what I said about taking this pussy in his bed. Understood Y/n,” he said as he pulled away from your mouth.

You feel yourself ready to cry again. “Sensei please—”

Lightning quick, Aizawa grabbed you by the jaw, in a grip you knew would need to be covered with makeup.

“What did I say?” It’s bit out as an angry growl. Faintly his eyes flash red and you feel a tear roll down your cheek, as you shut your mouth and nod silently.

Aizawa lets you go. “Good. Now get out.”

You sniffled, scampering away, trying to hold back silent tears. You left so fast you didn’t see the person who’s just listened to your entire interaction with your Sensei.

a/n: I wrote this months ago. It didn't get a lot of engagement on ao3 so it prolly won't get a part 2. Hope yall enjoy it though.

#black fanfic writer #mha smut #bnha smut #mha x black reader #shouta aizawa x black y/n #shouta aizawa x black reader #shouta aizawa smut #shouta aizawa #dark content black readers #tw noncon #dark content #dark shouta aizawa

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neesieiumz · 7 months

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catharsis || ──────── s. aizawa

day five — SOMNOPHILIA / VOICE KINK / DADDY KINK

『 synopsis 』 after a long patrol, your husband comes with an ache only you can sate, only to find you deep in sleep

『 warnings 』 — 18+. sm*t. minors do not interact. husband!aizawa. pro-hero!reader. p*orn with very little plot. that's why it's shorter than my normal fics. established relationship. she is a natural disasters hero. and he has his normal job. somnophilia. voice kink. daddy kink. he is very much in love with you. like borderline obsessed with you. and vice-versa as well. female reader. black-coded reader but anyone can read. he calls you a slut but you enjoy it. sweet aftercare. was this self indulgent? i plead the fifth, how bout that?

『 writers notes 』 honestly feel like i overdid with the daddy kink but here we are! hope you enjoy it and you won't get a new ktober fic until next week tuesday! check the masterlist!

『 word count 』 3.0k

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The night had fallen upon your home before you had known it, the twinkling stars gazing down at you, the full moon’s brightness fully mocking your somnolence. You could no longer stay up for him, no matter how much you tried. You had waited for long before sleep was beginning to overtake your body, and you knew this was another night you’d go without being able to see your husband.

Your husband was Eraserhead to the world, but at home, he was Shouta to you. Your Shouta. The two of you were heroes, after all, that was how the two of you met. You knew the long nights that came with the job, especially with him being a teacher as well.

Dressed in a thin two-piece set, in a pale baby blue, you lay on your bed, covered in your warm sheets, with nothing but the sounds of your automated fan blowing cool air into your room, combatting the heated summer night outside. With school out, and your husband only getting a reduced check from his main source of income, he had no choice but to join up in nightly patrols, his main specialty when it comes to hero work.

The two of you found each other while working patrols late at night, you being a new transfer from a faraway city on the outskirts of Japan, where natural disasters were then likely to occur.

“Eraserhead, what kind of name is that?” Your smile was wide, contagious even.

The two of you stood in an alleyway, with him hanging upside down from it, his eyes obscured by the bulky yellow goggles he constantly wore.

“Trust me, I was definitely not the one to make it.” His voice was deep and grave, it slightly echoed through the alley.

“That means whoever made the name must have been pretty special huh?”

It was silent for a moment, and for a moment, you thought you hit a nerve, anxiety rising within you.

“Yeah, I guess you can say they were.”

You gleaned up at him, seeing some semblance of a smile on his face. This caused your own smile to widen slightly, standing up straight.

Your marriage was a private one, one with family and friends only, a short, quiet, and intimate event. The two of you only had a week off for your honeymoon, during the time of which students were out for school to not mess with his schedule. The two of you are extremely busy, with his job as a hero course teacher and of course your own as a rescue and natural disasters hero. The two of you barely had time for each other, easily taking what you could with each other. You knew what came with dating and eventually marrying another hero, especially with someone like your Shouta.

You lay across the bed, sighing as you relaxed into the comfort of the comforters, onto the softness of the mattress. Closing your eyes, hoping to bring a new day, hopefully with your husband’s arms comfortably snug around your waist.

— — — —

You heard a squeak first.

Your eyes barely cracked open, still heavy with sleep, as the squeaking sound got louder and longer for a moment and then stopped altogether. You didn’t move, your heart racing and beating drums within your chest as the sound of muffled footsteps got closer and closer to your bed. You could hear ruffling, like clothes were being moved before the familiar fresh scent of mahogany and lavender, your body relaxing as you did so. You opened your eyes a little bit further, being able to see the clock on your bedside table, seeing the number 2:34 glowing from the digital clock. This was a first, you never woke up when he came home from patrols, you always found yourself being wrapped up in his arms when you woke up in the morning. You tried to find the confines of sleep, hoping to easily slip into it, knowing you’ll wake up in your husband’s arms once more.

Creaakkk…

His footsteps got closer and closer, his scent slowly gaining intensity as something within went off, like chilling tingles crawling up your spine. You could feel his eyes staring holes into you, possibly scanning your entire form wrapped up in your blankets. A familiar tingling sensation began to erupt and spread through you. It had been months since the last time he touched you, the two of you being completely swamped with work. Suddenly, the bedframe creaked, as you felt the mattress underneath you slightly dip. He was so close to you, his knee grazing up against your back, the blanket being the only thing that kept the two of you lightly touching. Droplets of water, possibly from his shower that he took when you were still deep in sleep, dripped down onto you, feeling the cool, wet spots from your blanket. You kept yourself as still as possible, sleep still dancing in your eyes. And then, all of a sudden, he crouched down, the bed creaking along as he did.

It took all your self-control not to gasp as you felt his erection pressing up against you. Even with the blanket, you could still feel it. You held back the slight gasp out a slight moan as he pushed his hip in between your bottom. He let out a hefty groan, his head falling right beside your own, his lips right next to your ear as he did. You could feel yourself clenching around nothing, feeling yourself beginning to drip down your thighs and stain your thin shorts. All of your self-control was slipping piece by piece, your body aching and wanting for him. Your breathing became shaky, you know he could hear it, and yet he continued his actions. You could feel his lips slowly press up kisses along your cheek and jawline. His nose nestled itself in between your ear and your hairline that peeked from the night-time scarf you wore, before taking a deep breath in, taking your freshly washed scent, your body wash, as well as your nighttime hair products.

“You smell so good,” his voice wasn't strained, as if he was holding back as well.

“I missed you so much,” he spoke again, the bed creaking again as he moved, his hands beginning to move down, thumbing along the hemline of your shorts.

“I’m sorry I haven’t been here as much, snowflake,” he mumbled in your ear, his hand now officially slipping down into your shorts.

His fingers slipped in between your legs, two of his fingers easily spreading your lips apart, cool air hitting your clit, causing your body to tremble ever so slightly. Your mouth is slightly agape, drool slowly dripping out of your mouth onto your pillow. His fingers easily spilled into the mess in between your legs, pressing up against your clit. Carefully, he massaged circles into you, every movement slow and deliberate, as if he didn’t want to wake you. He probably didn’t wake you up. You had just gotten home from aiding a beach town devastated by a hurricane, pulling people out from rubble, and creating emergency service tents.

“I know you just got back, but I…” he trailed off on his words as his fingers slipped further down, sliding in between your labia.

“I can’t hold myself back, fuck.”

Your husband sounded so pretty, his voice straining every syllable as his hips ground more and more into you. By now, your shorts were a mess, and your underwear soaked with your juices. No longer able to hold yourself back, you softly pushed your hips back against his fingers, and hard-on. He most definitely felt your movements, letting out a massive groan as his dick twitched underneath his boxers.

“Naughty girl, such a slut even in your sleep…” his chuckle echoed against your bedroom walls, as his fingers dipped in even further, one of them pressing into your hole.

“Everytime I have to stay away from you, whether it be my job, or your own job, I can feel myself descending into madness–” his words suddenly cut off with a guttural groan, his hips suddenly giving off a sharp thrust.

“I am obsessed with you, you know that right?”

Tears dripped down your eyes, staining your pillows as his words enchanted you, sending great shocks of ecstasy through you. You could feel yourself trembling, only aching for him more and more. His own boxers were sticky with pre-cum, you could feel it oozing onto your satin shorts, slowly mixing in with your own soaked juices. His hand slowly pulled themselves away from your cunt, the sudden loss of pleasure causing your emotions to deflate before feeling that very same hand pulling at the hem of your shorts. You kept as still as possible as his large hands pulled your shorts down around your ankles, revealing your wet pussy.

“Agh, fuck,” is all he could say as he suddenly sat up for a moment.

You could hear shuffling in the background, most likely him taking off his boxers, hearing some kind of fabric being thrown in the air and landing on the floor. You felt his hands back on you, before feeling the tip of cock press up against your cunt, slipping and sliding in between your lips, gathering some of your juices. With a final swipe, before you knew it, you felt him press the tip at your pussy, your body trembling as he began to push it.

“Baby, baby fuck–”

He pushed himself deeper into you, your eyes squeezed shut, your cunt throbbing around him.

“Missed you, missed you so fucking much,”

You had never heard him ramble like that, his usually deep gravelly voice seeped in desperation. His hands gripped at the meat of your thigh, holding your place as he rutted his hips into you. Your lips parted, and the entire area underneath them was drenched with sweat. Your hands tightly squeeze the comforter. The heat was overtaking you, a violent intensity grappling at you. Your thoughts that once ran wild soon became filled with one thought, Shouta. Everything about him was different, the way his voice hit your ears, each syllable easily ripping a new reaction out of you. It was only a matter of time before you lost control before he knew you were awake, feeling everything he was doing to you.

“My wife, my pretty wife,” he groaned, his hands moving up and about.

“How could I fucking stay away from you?”

With his strength, he moved you about with ease. You no longer lay at your side, but instead, your knees dug into the mattress, your stomach lying against the bed. He pressed his hand against your back, your back arching up against him. He never pulled his cock out of you, staying snug inside you as he positioned you to where he wanted you to be.

As soon as you were in position, he held no mercy towards you. Pounding away at you, like a man with nothing else to live for at that moment but to ravage you. Tears welled in your eyes as absolute euphoric pleasure took over you, it came as quick as lighting. With the sudden overload on your senses, your control over your actions snapped.

A moan slipped out of your lips, the sound causing him to falter for just a moment. With the wet sound of skin against skin, he leaned down once more, moving his long hair out of his face, finally allowing him to see the tears streaming down your face, your eyes slightly opened, rolled to the back of your head, mouth agape with spit dripping down.

One of Shouta’s hands stayed at your hips while the other suddenly reached down, wrapping around underneath your chin, pulling your body upwards with ease. Your hands propped you up as he pulled your head back, your eyes locking. The position allowed you to see just how frenzied your husband looked. His thick fat cock plunging mg into you, each movement only escalating him more and more.

“How long have you been awake sweetheart? Huh, liked what I was doing to you? Hmm?”

You tried to speak, but the only thing that could slip out of your mouth was pleas if you could even call it that.

“Daddy, Daddy-fuck, it’s too–fuck!” You screeched, gripping at the pillow as your eyes squeezed shut, overcome by the sudden frenzied thrusts your husband was sending your way.

“Dirty little slut, letting me think you were asleep ? How long were you awake for?”

For a moment, you couldn’t answer him, only focused on the effervescent volcano building up within you. All of a sudden, his thrusts slowed down, causing you to whine as you looked back at his teary eyes.

“I asked you, how long have you been awake?”

“Since the moment—ahh– you walked in! Since the moment, you walked in, please don’t stop fucking me, Daddy!”

Shouta suddenly pulled all the way out, your cunt only squeezing around the tip of his fat cock, before slamming it back into you, almost hitting and bruising your cervix. Both you and his own moans and groans echoed into the air, mixing together in a beautiful melody. His hand left your chin, your body flopping forward for a couple seconds before suddenly feeling your arms being jerked back. Your moans became scream-like as he grabbed at both of your wrists, suddenly pulling your arms back.

“Fuck,” he cursed, hissing as he pummeled into you, “so fucking tight–huh, you like the way I fuck you, huh?”

You could barely get any words out, shaking your head vigorously, clenching around him. Every plunge into your cunt devoured you, your husband’s moans and groans had your body trembling. His growls reverberated within your ears, only causing your body to curl in pleasure.

“I said,” he suddenly cut into your thoughts, your body jerking up even further, “you like the way I fuck you, slut”

“Yes, daddy!”

Shouta’s chuckle was deep, and his thrusts only overwhelmed you even further. You relished in the way your skin took the pain, feeling the bloom and sting tingle all over you. If you could blush, you knew the bottom of your thighs would be blooming red. Your tongue lolled out of your mouth, your eyes rolling out the back of your head. All of a sudden, Shouta dropped your arms, your body flopping, back arching into the bed as his hands gripped at the flesh at your hips and butt. His thrusts became erratic in nature, his already broken-down composure crumbling even further. You could hear his breathy words, soaking in the neediness laced within them.

“Missed you so fucking much, my wife– my fucking wife.”

“Look so fucking pretty, so fucking senstive f’ me.”

“Missed this pretty fucking pussy, hate how much I have to leave you–fuck!”

Shouta’s body lurched, towering over your own. You could feel his sweat dripping down from his body, falling like light rain into your almost bareback, your thin night-top crumpled up at your bosom. Your hands crumpled up the blankets and sheets underneath you, the feeling of your tongue slightly grazing against the fabric. Your words soon dulled out, the only thing on your tongue was your monas and coherent words putting together the title you called him in bed. You could feel your cunt tightening up around him, like a ticking time bomb going off within you.

“Such a sweet fucking pussy– fuck–” his body suddenly lunched, the bruising grip he had on your hip tightening.

Your body convulsed, shaking in his hold as your mind went blank white, tears streaking out of your eyes as your climax ripped out of you, your juices spilling and ripping all over him.

“Daddy!—” your final words cut, your voice echoing against the white walls of your room.

With a final grunt, you felt your husband slump over, feeling his dick twitching inside of you, painting your walls white. Soon, the only thing you could hear was the sounds of your heavy breathing, both your and Shouta’s as well. You let out a whimper as you felt him pull out his cock out of you, leaving you with withdrawal. Without him letting go of your hips, your legs fully slumped onto the wet bed. With hands still around you, shrieking as he swept you up from the bed. You held onto him as your husband slowly got off the bed, turning your head to see him slip into your bedroom’s bathroom, using one hand to turn the light on. He placed you on the toilet, before walking to your sink. You couldn't help the soft smile that slowly appeared on your face as you heard the faucet turn on.

He walked back over with a rag, slowly opening up your legs as you both felt and saw your cum mixed with his, dripping down your inner thigh. He moved the warm rag against your skin, letting out a short gasp as he grazed the rag against your sensitive cunt, cleaning up the main source of the mess. You heard your husband let out a breath of a chuckle, seeing a ghost of a smirk etched on his face. Your soft smile turned abashed as your hand reached up, smacking him slightly on his shoulder. Your brick house of a husband didn’t even flinch from your smack, continuing to clean you up. Soon you could feel nothing but the touch of water on your legs. Once finished, your husband slowly pulled your soaked shorts down the rest of the way, before tossing them into your laundry hamper. With nothing else, he carried you back to the bed.

The two of you slipped underneath the sheets, his arm easily wrapping your waist as he pulled you close. You had no use of the pillows, using your husband’s naked chest, humming at the warmth that radiated off of his body. Before you knew it, you had laid a soft kiss against the beefy shoulder of your husband, before snuggling back into him. You both heard and felt him move, smiling as you felt a soft pressure against the top of your head, feeling the sensation of lips. With that, you drifted off to sleep, slowly hearing your own husband’s snores echo into her.

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𝕊𝕝𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝔸𝕚𝕕

𝕊𝕙ō𝕥𝕒 𝔸𝕚𝕫𝕒𝕨𝕒

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Summary: Aizawa is a single father with needs, and being his new neighbor makes him think all his prayers have been answered.

a/n: First ever post, if you have any suggestions or any advice feel free to tell me :)

cw: black!fem, fingering, oral receiving (f), dirty talk, unprotected, pet name (princess, baby), size kink, edging, dilf. creampie? 18+

work count: 5.5k

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"Ungh! Come on dammit." Aizawa’s legs were nearing their end as he stood there on his last set of back squats. His breathing was shaky and he clenched his jaw, grunting to stand back up again. Bending the knees and hips simultaneously, Aizawa lowered his body down, making sure his knees were tracked over his toes and his heels firmly placed. The veins in his thighs were bulging out as they were parallel with the ground as he maintained stability. He squatted deeper before activating his leg muscles to stand back up again, trembling on his fifth set.

Exhaling deeply, he manages to stand back up again. He was pushing his luck doing two hundred and ten pounds today. Small strands of black hair stuck to his forehead like glue due to the huge amble of sweat that trickled down his phone which was placed on the ground. His phone had dinged, when he looked down and saw a notification, Eri had just made a purchase off her iPad on Roblox. He sighed, obviously annoyed with the matter. Eri tended to pay for things without his permission, formed from the amount of spoiling she gets from him. Aizawa finished up his last set, before heading over to the children’s play area to confront her about it. “This child is a handful sometimes.” He mumbled to himself, using a towel to dry off his drenched face.

While coming out of the gym down the hall, you’ve bumped into his sweaty chest by accident. You backed up and cleared your throat getting ready to apologize, until you saw him. Aizawa’s body glistened with perspiration, every inch of his physique was defined by his bulging muscles, a full display of his fierce training regimen. His broad shoulders and chiseled chest created an imposing presence as an overcasting shoulder was cast upon you. The veins in his biceps seeped through. Nothing compared to his abdomen it was a washboard of muscles. His abs were flexing slightly as they sparkled with sweat, you wanted to lick it off so badly. His bedraggled black hair was pulled back into a bun. His almond eyes had heavy bags underneath along with a small scar underneath his eye. The light stubble on his chin completed his face. You were enthralled by the sight of seeing him so worn out. Your heart was racing as you were severely in need of this man on top of you, fucking you like nobody's business. You soon shook your head and snapped back into reality glancing up towards Aizawa. Your full brown lips parted as you spoke to him. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bump into you.” You said quite hastily, hoping he didn’t think you were some creep checking out his body. Aizawa's eyes carried that same deadpan expression, letting out a momentary sigh and shaking his head. “There’s no need to apologize. I was the one who was in a rush.” His voice didn’t hold any malice towards you as he met your gaze. He stared you down into your beautiful dark brown eyes, that made you more flustered by the sight of him. This intense stare-down did more than just make you uncomfortable, it turned you on even more.

For a second, it appeared like a small playful smirk on his lips before he carried the same exhausted expression. “You’re my new neighbor, correct? Let me make it up to you, me and my daughter were getting ready to head home. If you don’t mind, could I treat you to dinner at my place?” He politely said to you. You were shocked to hear Aizawa make such a suggestion. You’ve moved in beside the man about a month ago. There were occasional ‘hellos’ and ‘how are yous’ in the early morning, as you guys would start the day early in the morning. Aizawa would always be carrying a sleepy Eri to the car as the two of you shared light small talk, nothing more. It didn’t stop your everlasting fantasies of being bent over by this man, til you couldn’t walk. You looked down at your appearance for a second. You were just as sweaty as him from just finishing an intense leg day. The athletic shorts were tight on your body hugging every curve, stretching and flexing around your thighs, displaying that ass you’ve been working on. The print in between your legs caught Aizawa’s attention, but he quickly looked away before you could notice. His mind had racey thoughts as well, ones he was too ashamed to say out loud or ever. You were proud of the progress you were making in the gym on getting your summer body ready. Your tight coils were pulled into an afro puff, as the shrinkage had gotten to it. You weren't worried about how you looked, but more as you would stink from such an intense workout, especially in front of your sexy neighbor. You let out a momentary sigh. “I’m sorry, but I need to shower. It would be wrong of me for you to treat me and I smelled like ten cans of bounce that ass.” You expressed, that Aizawa was amused by your response, chuckling a bit. The drained man reached into his pocket for his phone. He opened up his contracts to create a new one before passing it off to you. “In that case, let me have your number. You can just text or call me, whenever you're done showering. Dinner should be done around eight tonight, so you’ll have plenty of time to come over.” He said rather smoothly. You couldn’t help, but smirk a little. ‘My man, my man, my man.’ You thought to yourself, becoming overwhelmingly giddy. You entered your number into his phone and headed it back to him. “Fine, I’ll come over.” You said teasingly before seeing a notification come through on your phone. It was Aizawa. The man smirked at you briefly, sizing your body up and down. Before he could say anything else, Eri had made another purchase of her iPad. A wave of aggravation appeared on his face, as he soughed. “If you can excuse me, I have to speak with my daughter for a second. I’ll see you tonight.” He voiced before steering down the hall.

You didn’t oppose him leaving, in fact, it only motivated you to see more of your ‘man’ tonight. You hightailed your ass to the car and drove back home. You navigated your vehicle into the driveway of the smooth paved material and pulled into the garage. One side of your driveway features a contemporary design that seamlessly corresponds with the architectural tone of your home. You closed the garage door and entered through the door leading inside your home. The time was six o'clock by the moment you arrived home. The home’s exterior exudes a modern charm with sleek lines and neutral colors and is decorated with many personal items. The windows illuminated a warm glow from outside highlighting the coziness of your home. The smell of vanilla was always a comforting scent to come home to, as you headed upstairs to your bedroom. You set your keys onto your bed and rummaged around through your closet. You didn’t know what to wear and your sore legs were killing you already. “Ugh, what the fuck.” You murmured to yourself, searching for clothes. You finally settled on a nice outfit to wear and took a shower. Once you got out, you pulled out all the natural hair products you could find. You scrolled on Pinterest for inspiration, before settling on a style. You were going to attempt a claw clip hairstyle and began to part your hair into sections. You were taking your time, but part of you was worried you would run late. There were times you thought about slapping on one of your wigs and calling it a day, but you were also determined to trust the process. By the end of it all, it came out cute, as you stuck the claw clip on the back of your head. “Well, I’ll be damned. This came out good.” You said as you admired yourself in the mirror.

As you were admiring yourself, Aizawa was home preparing a nice home-cooked meal. The fatigued man stood in the kitchen wearing a pink apron that was originally white. Eri had ‘accidentally’ tossed her pink shirt in the washer with all his white clothes. He couldn’t be mad at her though, in fact, he found it kind of humorous in his way. The day had been long and very commanding of Aizawa, but he found solace in being able to cook a great meal for the two of you guys tonight. His anticipation was growing rapidly and his heart was pounding, as he was chopping some vegetables on a cutting board. It had been a long time coming since he’d been with another woman, especially sexually. He loved being a father, but it was stressful not having any relief in his life. He’s tried getting off on porn sites late at night, but Eri had been having a series of nightmares recently making his sexual frustrations pent up even more. He had become more irritable, especially at work. Aizawa would often snap at his students and coworkers over simple things, he became so desperate one day he tried relieving himself in the car, but it was vastly interrupted by a fight between two students that occurred nearby. So when you moved next door, it was like the perfect opportunity for him. Aizawa had been pining to stretch you out since day one, he wanted more than to fuck you silly off his dick. The thought alone made it harder for him to sleep at night. He was already basically a walking zombie, as his daughter would call him. He could tell the same desire was in your eyes when he saw you at the gym. Seeing your figure in tight athletic wear earlier made it difficult to contain himself. He was a father after all. You were like a miracle was blessed upon him, as he had the perfect plan for tonight.

Eri was engrossed on her iPad on the sofa in the living room, her packs were packed for a sleepover tonight. She giggled overjoyed as she was playing Fruit Ninja, she was banned from playing Roblux for a while. The sound of his daughter giggle, washed away most of Aizawa’s naughty fruitions as he was in contempt with how things were in the presence. “Eri, would you like to eat dinner before you leave?” He asks from the kitchen. Eri placed her iPad down and wandered into the kitchen. The delicious aroma filled her nostrils as he was cooking his signature pot roast. “Yeah, but what’s the occasion?” She questioned, her big adorable eyes staring up at Aizawa. He cleared his throat, Eri was quite an inquisitive young girl. “Oh, nothing. I’m just inviting the neighbor over for dinner.” He muttered nonchalantly. A grin came across Eri’s face. “Okay.” She replied and ran off giggling. Aizawa sighed and pulled out his phone from his gray sweats, seeing the meal he had prepared was just about done. He sees it’s close to eight and decides to shoot you a text.

You're phone lit up with a notification, it was Aizawa.

>Are we still on for tonight?

The text read as it was fifteen minutes from eight. “Oh shit.” You whispered as you picked your phone back up.

>Yeah, I’ll be right over.

You texted it back and looked for some shoes to slide on. You sprayed your favorite perfume a couple of times around your body and grabbed your keys. You walked out the front door, locking it behind you before venturing off to your neighbor's house. As you walked down the sidewalk, inches away from knocking at the front door, you had butterflies in your stomach. Your nerves were getting the best of you as you walked up the driveway of Aizawa’s home. Your hands became shaky as you were approaching the front door. “Oh shit.” You murmured to yourself. Before you could knock on the door, Eri had opened it. She looked at you with a bright bubbly smile. “My daddy likes you.” She said before running off giggling, hearing Aizawa’s footsteps. He was visibly a bit irked by Eri opening the door so carefreely. “Eri, darling, please don’t open the door for people. It can be dangerous.” He reprimanded her, as she was running around the house. The high-spirited child was too busy packing up the rest of her things to care about Aizawa’s nagging. You couldn’t help, but giggle. You didn’t find kids annoying, but they could be just as overwhelming for you. Eri’s words were a bit more of a confidence booster, as kids tend to tell things they weren’t supposed to.

Aizawa smiled at you in a friendly manner. His hair was still pulled back into a bun as he stood there in his vacuum-sealed black shirt and gray sweat. This combination was dangerous for you, all you could do was stare. You already knew what was underneath his shirt, but the idea of seeing it again made your legs quiver a bit.

“You can come into the dining room through the living room on the right-hand side, and the bathroom is down this hall on the left for you to wash your hands.” He stepped aside for you to enter, looking over your body once again. “Oh okay.” You said. The way Aizawa positioned himself didn’t make it exactly ‘easy’ to come through the door. As you walked inside your body brushed up against his, as he didn’t make much of a fuss over it. He was enjoying it. This man was driving you insane.

You slid off your shoes at the door and made your way down to the bathroom. Locking the door behind you and turned on the faucet letting the water run for a bit. You stared at yourself momentarily in the mirror, trying to calm yourself down. Such a brief interaction between the two of you made you get wet like a damn waterfall. The racing thoughts and fantasies filled your brain with such intense lust for him. You cleared your throat and began to wash your hands.

While you were in the bathroom, Aizawa handed Eri off to Hizashi for him to drop her off at her sleepover. Aizawa pulled out a nice tablecloth and placed it over the dining table. He pulled out his fine china and cutlery, placing it on the dining room table. He pulled out a bottle of red wine and two glasses. He had a set of flowers in a vase for the centerpiece, before dimming down the lights. It wasn’t much for a last-minute dinner, but he was also afraid overdoing it would scare you off. His heart was beating tremendously while he placed the food on the plate. “Dammit call down.” He reprimanded himself silently.

After washing up in the bathroom, you joined Aizawa at the table in the dining room. Your heart raced as the somewhat romantic ambiance created. There was no sight of Eri, it was like she disappeared without a trace, the house was nice and silent. “Where’s Eri?” You asked him politely, as you sat down at your seat. Aizawa looked at the food and back at you. “A friend of mine came to pick her up and take her to a sleepover. She’s in good hands.” He said in the same smooth voice. “Besides Y/N, this dinner is me apologizing to you earlier. Eri has nothing to do between me and you.” He said as a small smirk appeared on his face.

There was no denying it now. You wanted this man to fuck you as you’ve never been fucked before. You cleared your throat and sat up straighter in your chair. “I see. Well with that out the way, let’s eat.” You stated elated with the atmosphere being created.

You indulged in a great and flavorful dinner, Aizawa had prepared for the two of you. His pot roast certainly made you fall for the man more, as he cooked like none other. “This is good. Especially after a long day at the gym. I think this might put me to sleep after I’m done.” You spoke jokingly. Aizawa grinned, as you enjoyed the meal. He sighed at the mention of sleep. “Sleep, I haven't gotten much of it.” He spoke in a bit of a hushed fashion as his eyes downcasted onto the plate of food in front of him. You glimpsed up at the man and slanted your head slightly at him. The bags he had were highly conspicuous as he looked like he did have a formidable time resting. “I can understand why, I mean you work and you have a very lively little girl, I’m sure sleeping is a bit difficult on your end.” You expressed. He chortled a bit and nodded His jovial expression seemed to calm some of your worries a bit.

Aizawa's eyes peered over to your outfit. Even though it wasn’t much the way your body looked, make him think of all the ways he wanted to break you. He felt a tinge in the lower region of his body. He figured it was time the two of you were on the same page. “Sleeping isn’t the only thing hard to come by.” He expressed playfully making his stare on your body more apparent. Your thighs squeezed together after hearing his rather suggestive comment. “Is that so?” You questioned in the same impish tone. He peeked up and bobbed his head. “Yes, it is. I haven’t had the best of luck with women these days, because of my busy schedule.” He told before leaning up on the table, resting his head in the palm of his hand. A slight grin swept your face captivated by this conversation it felt like your lewd fictions may become a reality. “Oh, I see. Is there anything I can do to help? You’ve treated me to such a great meal, it would be rude of me not to.” You said with a small smirk. Aizawa a devishly grin replaced his usual nonchalant expression. “Perhaps... What do you think will help me Y/N?” He taunted you, making your panties soak. A disbelief waved over you wanting to know how far the two of you would go, but you weren’t going to back down from this playful banter. “How about a massage?” Your voice oozed sultry, it made Aizawa feel another tinge of excitement in his gray sweats. “I would appreciate that very much, a shoulder massage would be much needed for those back squats from earlier.” He muttered and watched as you stood from the table and walked behind him placing your hands on his shoulders. You slowly massaged them. Your hands moved with precision and skill, effortlessly gliding over his broad thick shoulders. Aizawa let out a soft moan feeling the tension from his intense workout from earlier being at ease. The sound of his moans was like music to your ears, as your fingers knead their way along his shoulder blade, getting rid of the knots and tightness. Aizawa closes his eyes tossing his head back, feeling your nibble fingers for their magic.

“Do you like that?” You asked in a sensual tone.

Aizawa was aroused by your question, his soft pink lips parted before he spoke. “Very much.” He whispered seductively.

His answer satisfied you, working the knots in his shoulders. Aizawa didn’t shy away from moaning, making sure you heard every single one. “Fff-fuck.” He gasped and sighed heavily. You squeezed your thighs together sliding them together, yearning for some friction for your greedy clit. Your hands slide down to his back and up his shirt, feeling his larger back muscles. Your cold fingers on Aizawa’s bare skin almost sent him over the edge. Things he only dreamt of were being played right in front of him.

“How about we take this upstairs..” He whispered.

Those words sent a shiver down your spine, as you grew wetter by the second. “Alright then.” You replied, taking his hand. He helped you out of your seat He got up out of his seat leading you, up the stairs to his bedroom. You went to sit on the edge of the bed as Aizawa closed the door behind him. His hand slipped underneath his shirt, rubbing his abs as he approached you. He stood in front of you with the same mischievous grin. Your heart was about to burst out of your chest as you were thirsting for him. You made it obvious too, looking at the print in his gray sweats and biting on the corner of your lower lip. Aizawa removed his hand from underneath his shirt and made himself on the bed. His eyes cut over to you swiftly, an assertive persona seeping from him as he motions for you to sit on his lap. You crawled over and sat in his lap facing towards him. Your legs wrapped around his waist tightly, pressing your chest up on him.

“Take off my shirt and massage my back.” He spoke, peering with a lecherous gaze.

“Aren’t we needy?” You teased, as you took off his shirt, he chuckled. You were just as bad as he was. The moment you took off his shirt, your eyes darted to his well-defined physique. His chiseled chest and sculpted shoulders had you wanting to lick all over it. His torso was a true testament to the hard work he put in at the gym, he purposely flexed his muscles showing off his impressive size and definition. You traced subtle veins in his arms and chest making him tingle a bit. Aizawa leaned up to kiss your neck, which made you moan instantly. “Fuck.” You whispered, enthralled by the sensation. His lips lifted off your rich brown skin and to your ear. “My massage, princess.” He spoke in a hushed tone. The potent mixture of desire filled every inch of your body, and hearing him calling you ‘princess’ made you hot and bothered. Your hands are placed on his back, rubbing it slowly, those soft hands make Aizawa grunt pleasurably, nestling his head into your shoulder. His dick was rock hard as you continued to massage the knots in his back. His silent curses made your pussy weak for him, and your hips started to buck against his crotch. Aizawa reached and grabbed your hips, stopping you. You were appalled by him stopping you when he smirked at you.

“You’re going to have to earn this dick.” He spoke in a rather serious tone flipping the two of you, so he was on top of you on the bed. He was more assertive and dominant over your body. He hovered his face closer over to yours, his lips brushed against yours.

“I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.” He whispered, staring you dead in the eye. You felt your pussy quaking, yearning for him more than ever. A smirk came across your lips, as your hands tugged at his torso. “So fuck me then.” You replied boldly, riling up the man in front of you even more. “I can’t wait to break you.” He declared hungrily. You wasted no time, touching all over his chest.

Your hands glided over his hardened nipples, which made him shiver a bit. Aizawa was amused by your fascination with his chest, but he wanted to touch you in the same way.. just as badly.

“Strip down for me princess.” He retorted hastily, taking one of your hands and kissing the back of it. A grin sweeper over your face and you did as asked of you. “Anything for you.” You spoke, before winking. You stripped off your clothes, revealing your sexy body to him. He was in awe and his mind raced with all the possibilities he could to you. Aizawa placed his hand on your chin and pulled you in for a sloppy kiss. His tongue entered your mouth exploring your cavern and swirled around with yours. He stuck his tongue deeper down your throat, making you gag a bit. He wasn’t letting for an inch, you could tell he hadn’t fucked in a while, it was beginning to show how hungry he truly was. He broke the kiss as the two of you were heavily panting. Your mind was only focused on him, as he rubbed his big hands all over your body. You were curious to know how long it’s been since he last touched anyone, so you ask. “How long has it been.. since you last did this?” Aizawa smirked and got up from the top of you. “Too long.” He replied quite bluntly, and spread your thighs apart wide. A squeal escaped your lips from working out earlier that day. Despite your whimpers, he stretched out your thighs wider.

“Now then princess, play with that pretty pussy of yours.” He commanded. His words made your whole body hot. You didn’t object to it, your fingers dove right to that soaking cunt of yours. You moaned obsessively, giving him a suitable show. Your thighs spread wider, the more your fingers moved vigorously in and out that greedy pussy of yours. “Ngh.. Ahhh.” You called out as walls clenched around your sticky fingers. Your juices spilled onto the bed as you did, and Aizawa enjoyed every moment. His dick grew so hard it was almost about to burst out of his gray sweats. “Fuck, just like that princess.” He encouraged, watching intensely as you played with that sloppy cunt of yours. “You like that baby?” You moaned, as your eyes were staring into his. Aizawa nodded, biting his lower lip. “Of course, I am a princess. Fuck yourself harder for me.” He spoke flirtatiously. His voice was so fucking hot to you. Something about his low and silvery tone made your finger pump in and out your sobbing cunt faster. You were about to cum off over the sheets the way you were whimpering. “Shh-shit!” You moaned, and Aizawa came closer.

He pulled you by the hips to the edge of the bed and smiled. He kneeled on the floor and positioned his head in between your legs. “Let me handle this princess.” He said calmly, and you removed your hands.

He stuck his tongue out and began to lap his tongue in your wet folds. You shivered and moaned out loudly. “D-dammit.” You whimpered, as your hand took a fistful of his hair. He was pleased about your reactions and slurped up every drop you had to offer him. He was enthralled with your wet cunt, and started to vigorously eat you out relentlessly, whirling his tongue around your poor clit.

“F-fuck.. baby..ohhh!” You moaned and gripped his hair tighter. Your legs were shaking so badly, you didn’t know how much you could take. “Almost there, princess.” He purred before he dribbled his tongue over your glistening folds, before shoving his index and ring finger up your greedy hole. He was pumping his fingers in and out of you at an alarming rate aiming right towards your g spot. Your stomach was in knots, as you started to buck your hips against him. “I’m going to cum, I’m... shit... I’m so close, baby.” You said as your words we’re starting to slur a little. Aizawa ignored your whiny moans and continued to eat his favorite meal of the night. The sounds of your squelching pussy made him lap over your clit furiously.

It didn’t take long for you to throw your head back, as you bucked your hips faster, your climax was approaching. Your hands gripped his hair tighter, and you came all over his face, gasping. Aizawa slurped up every drop of your sweet release and lifted his head. He saw the fucked out look on your face and licked his fingers, slurping off your sweet release. “Princess, don't tell me you're worn out already. We have got the whole night ahead of us.” He teased and stood up. You watched tiredly, as slipped off his sweats and boxers. His dick oozed with precum, as he tapped it against your throbbing cunt. You gulped as little as he expected to take every inch of his long, hard dick. “Don’t worry about me, I’ll manage.” You spoke, and he smirked. “Good, now then princess. Turn around and ass up.” He spoke sternly.

You were starting to get all giddy from his words again and did what was told. You tooted your ass up sky-high for him, and he positioned himself behind you.

The tip of his cock teased your glistening hole making the two of you moan. The euphoria of it all had Aizawa weak as he continued to rub his giant head against you while your lower body was in intense agony. “Put it Shota.” You begged to get fuck. Aizawa ignored your pleas and continued to rub the head of his sticky cock around your glorious hole, teasing the both of you. After a while, he gave in and grunted entering your walls, and slapped your ass. The tip of his dick kissed your cervix, staying dormant until your walls adjusted around the throbbing dick. You let out a loud moan, gripping the sheets. “Shit, princess, you feel amazing.” He groaned, his big hands gripped your ass. “F-fuck.” Aizawa moaned, your walls were clenched desperately on his dick. He smacked your left-ass cheek, he wanted to break you some more.

“Who does this pussy belong to?” He spoke in a low hushed tone in your ear.

“Y-you.” You whimpered while your legs were about to buckle.

“Say it again.” He commanded.

“I-it belongs to you!” You whimpered more.

“Mmm, that's right.” He sounded giving that beautiful ass another powerful slap.

“Oh fuck..!” You moaned.

He wasted no time and rutted into your squelching pussy, slapping your ass repeatedly. Your hands gripped the sheets tighter, taking on his girthy cock. “Ooohhh babyy..” You whimpered while getting drilled in by a madman. He was going to fuck you so hard until you saw stars. He went harder and deeper with every time your pussy connected to his balls, the dopamine of hearing the clapping noise sent him over the edge.

“Tell me how much you love it, princess.” He groaned, spanking your ass again.

“I love it!” You screeched, feeling your body grow weaker every second. The lewd slapping of your and Aizawa's skin together filled up the walls of his bedroom. He was plunging deep inside your wet wall, feeling like he was rearranging your guts. He grunted again, giving your ass another slap. “Tell me how much you love this fat dick. I’m gonna fuck you so good, you’ll sleep like a baby.” He murmured and slapped your ass again. “I love it so m-much.” You moaned.

Aizawa drilled into your pussy relentlessly, as your juices coated his thick dick, slamming into your g spot. He was getting close to seeing what a sloppy mess the two of you were becoming. He couldn’t help but want to tease you. He pulled out, edging his tip near your entrance. You were completely weak and craving for him to finish. “P-please. I need it. Give it back.” You moaned. Aizawa smirked. “Louder princess.” He urged you, before giving your ass another loud slap. You yelped a bit and moaned profusely. “Fuck me!” You shouted, and it was at those words he shoved his hard dick back inside your sloppy cunt, your tits bouncing uncontrollably. He fucking you so good your eyes begin to roll back, your toes started to curl. “Ohhh, fuck yes.” You purred.

Aizawa was deep inside your tight pussy, grunting with each passing stroke. “Fuck.. I’m close..” He snarled, reaching his hands onto your shoulder. You could barely take it, your knees were beginning to go weak. “Don’t you dare.” Aizawa muttered as he saw your body shaking about to tip over. You were about to object until he thrust into you roughly. “Dammit!” You shouted as we were approaching your end. Your walls clamped down tightly on Aizawa’s dick, as you came all on. The warmth of your cum running down his shaft, makes Aizawa curse silently before stuffing you full of his cum. “S-shit.” He said silently and watched as you collapsed onto the bed. Your body was spiraling, and Aizawa lay beside you with a smirk on his face.

He yawned, feeling tired enough to get some rest. He cradled you into his arms and kissed the side of your neck. “I’m going to love this princess.” He whispered sweetly in your ear. Your body began to relax, as you laid in his arms. “Me too.” You said softly.

His soft hands rubbed against your sore clit, making you squirm. He smirked. “I said we had all night darling..come sit on my face, Princess.”

END!

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iwanty0uu · 6 months

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Shouta Aizawa is completely and utterly obsessed with you, and the fact that you were not his newest co-worked didn’t help. He observed the way your hero suit sucked in your curves, emphasizing your waist. The thin fabric only slightly revealing the golden skin hiding beneath it, begging to be seen. He couldn’t resist drooling over your hip dips, perfectly indenting and marking where his hands should grab, squeeze and caress, he imagined massaging them, rubbing your pelvic bones as you bucked in an attempt to pleasure yourself while he fucked you. But no,fuck wasn’t the word, he wanted to ruin you in the most loving way possible, he stared down the fabric that held your womanhood in place, safe and away from the eyes of the undeserving.He envied it. Something so flimsy and easily torn didn’t deserve to cover you, to protect you from shame.

He knew he did it better.

He studied the way your eyes gazed longingly at Midnight, and he was familiar with the gaze, the gaze of envy. He knew you underestimated yourself, wishing you could be as appealing as the others, but that was what he loved about you. The way you whined your waist subconsciously while you walked, confident frequencies entering the room before you did, your straight posture and intimate gaze never deteriorated, even when getting lectured, even when your co-workers blamed the new comer for their fault. You stood your ground, and it earned you respect.

You always did it better.

As the months went on, his sexual attraction for you grew, watching your breasts resting upright in your hero uniform, always made his day. And he thought his perverted ways would go unnoticed by you, but they didn’t, if only he said how much he admired you, you would have been given the chance to confess how you’ve longed for him from day 1….

quick drabble ✵ enjoy your day my loves ~ 𝓁ℯ𝓁ℯ

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momowritings · 6 months

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Late Night Ride

Pairing: Aizawa x reader

an: soft smut, fem reader, mentions of blood, wound cleaning ( my fav ), thigh riding, established relationship

MDNI

It wasn’t unusual for you to go to sleep without the pro hero beside you. You have since accepted the fact that most nights you would either go to sleep with him or wake up with him, but not both, so when you heard him quietly trying to sneak inside your bedroom to avoid waking you, you were quick to turn over and call out his name.

“Hello, you,” you smiled at him. He was still wearing his work clothes that had been dirtied in a fight. The binding cloth he used was wrapped in a heap around his shoulders, his black cargo pants had marks all over them, and black long sleeves had slashed on the arms and a larger gash across his chest. Your eyes widened at the wound and you got up to run your hands over his body.

“What happened?! Are you okay? Do you feel pain here?” You shot rapid fire questions at him and Shouta chuckled quietly.

“I’m okay, my love, just a little scratched up.”

“This is not little,” you mumbled and pushed him onto the bed and went into the bathroom to collect your first aid kit and then stood between his legs. His hair sat over his shoulders, and you always wondered how he fought without putting it up. You rested your hand on his face, running your thumb over the raised scar under his eye and gave him a short but sweet kiss.

“Why didn’t you stop by Recovery Girl?” You asked as you lifted his shirt to assess the damage. The cut was an angry red and long, slashing across his abs, but you could tell that it was shallow and no longer bleeding. You reached out for your alcohol wipe and gently patted the edges. You stopped every so often when he took a particularly sharp breath in, but he swore he was alright so you continued your treatment.

Shouta watched your carefully before pulling you over one of his legs to rest on, and you sat on his thigh while he leaned back to let you access the wound better. He put a hand underneath your night shirt, tracing the nubs of your spine back and forth.

“It’s,” he stretched his neck to look at the bed stand clock, “2:53 am,” he sighed. “I don’t want to bother the old lady.” Your eyes skated over the muscles and tendons in his neck that shone in the pearly moonlight before refocusing on the task at hand. Shouta hissed when you pressed a little too hard and your eyebrows knitted together.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, not making eye contact with him. Shouta leaned forward and lifted your chin up.

“I’m okay, really. I always am when I’m with you,” he murmured. He pulled you closer to give you another kiss. It was deeper than the last one, and his tongue swiped against yours. When you broke the kiss you stared at his lips before flicking your eyes up to meet his.

“Don’t get all soft on me now, Eraser Head,” you grumbled. “I still need to clean you up.” You tried to push him back but he wasn’t budging.

“Shouta.”

“Hm?” He was kissing your cheek and jaw slowly, leaving wet marks in their wake.

“Shouta, your cut,” you tried to reason with him, but he had both hands underneath your nightgown and was guiding your hips right over his leg.

“It doesn’t hurt.”

“You’re just saying that,” you gasped. You could feel yourself growing wetter on his thigh. The rough fabric of his pants was rubbing against your clit through your panties harshly, but you found yourself riding his thigh slowly but gaining speed steadily.

“Sounds like you want this as much as I do,” he hummed against your neck. He could feel your pulse on his lips and he smiled into it. His hands went higher, cupping your breasts to feel their warmth then pinched your nipples gently. You groaned at the touch and bucked your hips faster.

“Yes, please,” you moaned. You fumbled with his pants until you released his cock from its confinements and then it was his turn to moan. You teased the tip with your thumb, collecting the precum on your finger and watched his eyes flutter close. “I need more,” you mumbled.

“You’re gonna have to do all the work, darling. I’m injured, remember?”

You groaned in frustration and began to grind faster on top of his leg. I shouldn’t stop now before he gets hurt , you thought, but the sensation of an impending orgasm, his hot length in your hand, and his muffled moans into your skin was clouding your better judgment.

“Come on, my love, I know you can go faster than that,” he teased. You weren’t sure if he meant what you were doing on his leg or with your hand but it didn’t matter, you doubled your speed in both. Shouta bit your shoulder in response and you gasped loudly. You could feel his dick twitching in your hand and knew that he was close and so were you.

Shouta grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you down for another kiss, if you could even call it that. His mouth was everywhere at once, swallowing your moans and taking all that you had left. He moved his leg in tandem with yours, so your bodies would press against each other at the same time.

He whispered more affirmations against your ear and you came hard against his leg, giving one last burst of energy to ride his leg and stroked his cock until you heard him release an elongated moan.

“Fuck, baby,” he strained, but you were barely able to hear it over how hard you were breathing. Your legs twitched over his, and you looked down at him to see his face was a pinker than before. You leaned in to give him another kiss before chastising him lightly.

“Let’s hope that didn’t hurt you,” you mumbled. Shouta chuckled and nuzzled his head in your shoulder.

“You could never hurt me.”

You scrunched your nose at him but stroked his hair gently. “You’re so corny and you stink. You need to take a shower.”

“Take it with me,” he peered at you. He wasn’t even giving doe eyes but you couldn’t deny him when he looked at you like that.

“Fine,” you acquiesced. You slowly got off of his thigh and dragged him into the shower.

#minimoe #momowritings #x black reader #black fem reader #soft smut #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bnha #aizawa shouta #aizawa smut #mha aizawa #aizawa x reader #aizawa x female reader #aizawa x y/n

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honeeslust · 8 months

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Shota Aizawa | Bound

‼️‼️🔞‼️‼️NSFW‼️‼️🔞‼️🔞

😶2k+ words 👉🏾👈🏾

"So you're trying to tell me, that I'm not supposed to lust after all of this, warm, pliant, sensual flesh. I wish you could look at yourself and see what I see. "

"I try, but it's just not something that comes naturally to me."

"It should, there's nothing more beautiful than a woman's body..."

"...Every single thing about you is made exactly the way it was meant to be. You should love everything about yourself..." Shota closes his hands around my thick waist. "There's no one else who looks like you..."

He kisses my cheek and then my lips. "...no one else sounds like you..."

He kisses my neck with his tongue making me moan.

"...no one else feels like you...." he sighs, slipping his long slender fingers over my thick ass and squeezing as he stands between my legs. His mouth comes close to mine and he smiles just before I open my mouth for him. His tongue slips inside and swirls just once before he pulls away with a loud smack from my puckered lips.

"...or tastes like you." he rubs little circles just under my arms making me squirm.

"Stop, that tickles." I giggle and try to move his hands.

"I'm just trying to show my appreciation. Don't shy away from me now doll."

Aizawa showers my face with kisses, whispering all his little delectable anecdotes. I'm melting around him like putty. All I can do is feel his warmth, and the strength of his hands as he caresses my body.

Suddenly, there's a glint of scarlet that flashes in his eyes as he takes my arms in a firm grip and kisses me. The warm and wet newness fills me with a warmth that eventually clamps itself onto my heart.

"Let's try something new tonight.

"What" I say with my eyes rolling lustily at him withdrawing his lips from mine.

Well, first, I'm thinking I want to bind your wrists. I don't want your hands interfering when I'm teasing your body. I don't want you shying away from my touch. I dont want there to be any way for you to hide from me."

"MM, yeah? What else?"

He draws in a slow breath between his teeth, "I think I'd rather just show you."

"I like the way that sounds."

Aizawa backs away slowly, his eyes still fixed on me. I smile back at him as he disappears into his closet. He comes back with a set of long flat bandages that resemble the binds that he uses for work.

"Is- that??"

"Mmm-hmm, something like that," he quips before I can finish with a knowing nod of his head.

"You trust me?" He asks raising his brow. I nod to him.

"Good girl."

He parts my legs with his knees, spreading them wide as he ascends over my body. His mouth claims the light moans escaping from my lips as our kiss deepens.

He backs away again leaving me panting after him,

"Stay just there, okay."

He holds up a blindfold and my eyes grow wide with curiosity. He slips the silky cloth over my head and as I'm plunged into darkness, every nerve ending in my body alights. I pant softly licking my lips and wondering when his much-needed touch would set me on fire.

Just as I want to speak, Aizawa's voice fills the silence. "So, these are not much unlike the binds you've seen me use before. I had them made just for you."

Aizawa brushes the side of my face with the binds. It's softer than the other sets for sure.

"It's silky," I say surprised. "I like it."

"Mm-hmm." Shota hums in agreement.

He moves and immediately, I feel the absence of his warmth as he steps away from me. My short nervous breaths grow shaky and seemingly more audible. I don't know what he has planned for me but I'm not worried, but on edge with excitement. I can hear him shuffling around and I resist the urge to peek and see what he's doing.

Something tickles the my arm and I stir a little. The binds wrap around my wrists and gently they tighten. I can feel Aizawa's warm body between my legs again as the restraints slowly pull my arms behind my back and hold them there.

First, it's his tongue that I feel. He licks my neck and grasps my breast with his hands. Then it was the electric feeling in my veins as his warm mouth closed over my nipple. He played with the sensitive bead with his tongue and my pussy throbbed heavy and hot between my legs.

"I told you every part of you was made to love."

He continues to suck and play with my tits making me squirm as the restraints pull at my arms. It was odd not being able to reach up and run my fingers through his hair the way I normally would. But the restriction made me that much hotter.

"These supple tits, so luscious and spilling from my grasp." he pressed his face between my breasts, muffling his groans while he teased my nipples by rolling them gently between his fingers.

Soon after, it was his hands I felt tracing over the stretch marks of my inner thighs. His hands closed around the thickest part of my legs and what felt like velvet straps enclosed around my calves and ankles and slid up to my thighs. My mouth went dry as I panted desperately trying to close my legs. The binds held tight, gently sinking into my skin and keeping my thighs apart from one another.

Aizawas fingers danced so close to my pussy, but would move away every time my tummy quivered as I tried to squeeze my legs shut.

"You always try to hide..." I can feel the heat from his mouth as he whispers against my skin. "...Don't..." His tongue glides along my inner thigh. "...not from me."

"I don't wanna hide from you Aizawa, I promise."

"So don't." He squeezes my thighs even tighter as his fingers probe along my sensitive slit, he does it so softly that it tickles. But I remain still, eager to behave so he can finally let me feel his tongue taste my flesh.

"Please, I don't want to hide, let me have it Aizawa, Please."

Suddenly he lifts the blindfold and after a few lazy blinks, his intense dark eyes are the first thing I see.

"Watch me." He says before dropping his head between my thighs. He looks up through his dark lashes as he starts rolling his tongue between the folds of my throbbing sex. The binds hold tight to all their places on my skin as the shock of his tongue rocks my body. He builds with long slow licks to either side of my slit before parting them with his slender fingers. I stare down at him as he swipes his tongue right over my clit.

"Ah Ah—I won't hide, not anymore."

His stubble prickles against my skin as he tastes me. He rolls his tongue back and forth pressing down with just the right amount of pressure until I'm shaking and coming on his tongue. His eyes burn into mine from between my legs as he groans, happily lapping away at the slick flow until I'm whimpering to him how sensitive it is. He brought his head back up and kissed my lips letting me taste my sweetness on his tongue.

"Turn over onto your hands and knees for me," he says, giving my restraints just enough slack for me to reposition myself. I turn around and lean over on my hands.

I jolt as I feel the familiar softness of the silky binds running softly down my back while he whispers to me, "Very nice." Even though he's being gentle, I can tell that the binds are sturdy when manipulated differently. The sweet sting of sound smack across my flesh confirms my suspicion and I gasp pleasantly in shock.

"I hope you're ready."

I sigh as I writhe with anticipation "I am."

Just then, all at once, I'm trapped. It's so sudden that my breath catches in my throat. My nerves just barely begin to settle when I feel the binds cinching tight around my neck. Not so tight that I can't breathe but I can tell that he can maneuver them well enough to easily tighten if he pleases. My wrists are again bound behind my back and I lean forward onto my chest with my ass in the air, unable to move.

The restriction of my movement sends my body into a free fall. It's his finger skimming through the drenched slit that makes me writhe against the restraints even more but they aren't letting me move much at all. All I'll be able to do is take him. A sweet fluttering tickles my core at the thought and I lay there waiting anxiously as his fingers played in the wetness.

"If you need me to stop, just tell me," he says, positioning himself behind me.

"Mm-hhmmm" I agree knowing full well it is unlikely. I want all of what he's going to give me.

With a soft pop, he's inside me. He moves back and forth and the binds on my hands pull tight, jerking my body back and allowing him to thrust deeper.

"You feel like heaven." His words resonate and his thrusting squelches aloud as my clenched walls squeeze his length inside me. My eyes roll back as he's already fucking me stupid.

Aizawa doesn't hold back. He tightens up on the binds and a I can feel the tugging tighten around my neck as he plows right into me. The reverberation of my ass clapping violently against his hips fills the room. CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP. His nuts slap against my clit, making my pussy a creamy mess. The illicit noises grow sloppier sounding the more he fucks himself into me.

"Ayye Ssshhh-. Oh fuck!"

I cry out for him as he drives himself deep inside me touching my cervix and making me scream his name with every tender blow.

"Goood fucking girl" he hisses through clenched teeth gripping my ass keeping me where he wants me so he can fill me completely.

"Ahhh Shota, it's too much I'm gonna cum.." I cry out to him not wanting it to be over. I wasn't ready but it feels too good, I'm gonna come if he doesn't stop.

"Not yet" he growls "Not fucking yet"

He swells inside me as I near the edge, he grunts like a beast as he fucks me harder and the belts tighten around my neck. I falter under the pressure, dizzied with arousal and lost in the elation. My scream comes out as a rasp when his girth clips my g spot over and over and I can't help myself, and I cum hard on his stiff dick.

As I lay there wailing in pleasure he slaps my ass hard making he clench down on him tight keeping his thick head from pulling back out.

"Fuck" he sighs as he twitches with his release.

"You were supposed to wait for me baby" he leans over me gasping for breath. O roll to my side and he lies next to me.

"Guess I've got to teach you don't I?" he says just before kissing my lips and releasing all of the tethers from my body. I sigh as he massages over the slight bruising around my wrists.

"Sorry, it was feeling too good."

"It's ok, I'm going to have fun teaching you. But you did well just now. Now more hiding. Ok?" he presses a small sweet kiss to my temple before pulling a blanket over me and holding me in his arms.

"Yes, Shota."

#aizawa shōta #aizawa x reader #aizawa x black!reader #aizawa x y/n #aizawa shouta #aizawa smut #aizawa shota x reader #aizawaxbbw #aizawaxthickblackgirl #blackgirlswrotinganimesmut

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tvgals · 1 year

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‘ HAKUNA MATATA ‘

aizawa x black! fem! reader

aizawa and his pregnant wife’s favorite movie <3

notes: inspired by my mom because her favorite disney movie is the lion king and cried in theaters during the live action

“again, y/n? it’s like the third time today. and it’s only 5:00!” aizawa laughs, walking into the apartment takeout in hand. aizawa got you pregnant almost five months ago. pregnancy hasn’t been easy whatsoever. cravings and feelings bouncing all around inside of you

. “yeah…it’s a good movie!” you giggle, rubbing a hand over your stomach. aizawa playfully rolls his eyes, sitting at the end of the couch, avoiding your feet. he placed the takeout on the coffee table. “here, baby.” he says, handing you your shrimp fried rica and egg rolls. “thank you shō’” you say, eyes never peeling from the tv screen. shōta smiles at you, never in a million years would he have thought he’d settle down and have a baby. never. “what is it with-“ shōta was cut off by you shushing him, the best part of the movie was on, where nala and simba were stuck in the elephant graveyard. shōta smiles, and eats his takeout. “love you y/n.”

short as hell 🫡

#black reader #aizawa shota x reader #aizawa x black!reader #mha aizawa #shouta aizawa #aizawa x y/n #bnha aizawa #aizawa fluff #aizawa shōta #shota aizawa #bhna imagine #bhna fanfiction #bhna headcanons #bhna fluff #bhna #bhna x reader #bhna x you

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jazzgutzz · 2 years

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SELF CARE ... t. amajiki + black fem!reader

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⪼ warnings: none, fluff! (very fucking short)

⪼ synopsis: showering with a stressed out amajiki :(

cw/tags: not proofread!!!! , established relationships, fem(?) reader, brief best friend!deku, heavy self projection on the reader (m’sorry!!), nonsexual showering, sluggish (clingy) tamaki, tamaki spoils y/n, lmk if i missed anything!..

Hot water drops melted against your skin, your body facing towards the shower wall. Letting the water above you run over your face and neck, along with the rest of your body. Your shoulders adjust to the temperature - relaxing fully.

The current occupied bathroom was decorated in an all somewhat creamy white and gray-ish furbishing. A white vase filled with partially loomed orchids sat comfortably on the counter next to the sink. Lavender and hints of an ocean breeze scent roamed the khaki-beige tiled walls.

It was the weekend and you were off for the two days. Your job as Dekus’ assistant wasn’t usually so hectic but ever since the pandemic hit, criminals have (expectedly) established more ways to deal with quirk enhancers. Meaning more calls to deal with and late nights with just assisting the poor number one hero stay up on his feet. He was amazing at his job + an amazingly helpful best friend, giving you occasional raises for the helping hand. You’d offer to stay and work over the weekend but he forced you to take it off just because of how early you’d go in.

Assistant to a Prohero was never your first choice in career … that was until Deku had suggested the idea of it. You didn’t oppose the idea considering the pay was just incredible.

But now, money wasn’t that much of a concern ever since you started going out with the shy and remote hero; Sun Eater. You’ve known each other since your junior year at U.A. Quite frankly, it was damn near hard as sandpaper to get to know this boy. His intimidation was one thing, a certain reason why it took so long for you to talk to him. But his willingness to get comfortable with someone other than Fatgum, nejire, mirio and that other spikey red (meat) head - started to cloud and engulf both your heart and mind.

Tamaki had fallen for you - like hard. Eventually after a year, and some months if you will, he grew more comfortable around you; as if you were a piece of something he never knew he needed. You managed to get into his thickly indigo covered skull. Soon after; a date was planned out, and so here you are; in the shared penthouse you both loved so dearly.

He takes care of you like his life depends on it. Most days he won’t let you lift a finger to work. He’d carry you everywhere on his shoulders if you let him.

Old messy finger drawings of hearts with; “tama + y/n” in the middle of it faintly appear on the fogged up mirror. Caught up in the most relaxing shower you’ve had this whole week, you didn’t catch the usual sound of tamakis’ work gear hitting your wood floors. The bathroom door left wide open considering you dragged yourself in the shower in the first place. Heavy footsteps drawing closer to the bathroom until a slouched over tamaki appeared in the doorway, leaning on the frame.

“Feel free to join me." You spoke, turning back around, gathering water in your hands and running it over your face. Adjusting your bonnet due to it sliding down your forehead.

Tamaki discarded his briefs and stepped inside the shower, pushing his hair out his face to get a look at you. A soft sigh leaving his lip as he moved closer and rested his head on your shoulder.

“Long day hmm..?” Your hand coming behind your head to caress his chin and jaw. Your thumb massaging circles into his skin. Water lightly running down his hair and coming into his face, some running behind his ear somewhat as he responded with a tired hum. You turned around to face him, being careful not to bump his chin.

Grabbing both sides of his face, you stare at him. Analyzing things on his face that make him absolutely perfect; tiny scars painted across his nose and forehead along with a few faint beauty marks. Plum and pink colored eye bags popping out. He stared at you with loving eyes, also admiring your imperfections that made you perfect in his eyes.

Your hands moving up to comb his hair, running your fingers through his scalp in the process. You softly brung his head down to your level to kiss the bridge of his nose. You grabbed the shampoo bottle, and poured the watermelon scented liquid into your hands, rubbing the content in your hands before lathering his hair with it - his head lowering some to accompany your height.

Hands traveling to the back of his head to massage his upper neck with the soap, his head raising some to look at you again. Both of you meeting eyes. You smiled sweetly, hands moving and forming his hair into a messy-soapy mohawk. You giggled quietly, still playing around with his hair as he rubbed gentle circles into your hips.

“It’s running down my face.” Tamaki said hoarsely, “Oh!’ You grabbed his washcloth, swiping over his forehead carefully to not press down so hard, “I'm sorry baby.”

You rinsed his hair and soon after and applied conditioner. You grabbed his black luffa, applying some Apple & Honey body wash to it. You lathered his neck, shoulders, and arms. “Didn’t I buy this for you?” He asked looking down at his arms that seemed a little too soapy, though he didn’t mind, knowing how you always went overboard on things.

“You buy me too many things to keep up with.” You joked, now washing his chest, stomach along with his waist. He smiled and replied quietly with a teasing tone, “you never seem to complain about it.”

“Shut up and turn around.” You giggled out. Tamaki turned to reveal his toned and scarred back. Running the luffa over his stiffened muscle, “we should take a genuine spa day.. y’know whenever you’re free again..” you suggested while squeezing the bundled up fabric, watching it release warm water over his back.

“That’d be a nice outin-“

“And I would pay for it.” You interrupted.

“I didn’t even say anything.”

“I could feel it coming, a.j.” He smiled at the nickname.

You recently started calling him A.J, even though his initials were T.A. It was something you didn’t even think about, something that popped from the top of your head. It was cute and somewhat fitting in a weird way. Tamaki didn’t seem to mind it - considering he’ll giggle or give a placid smile. He didn’t have any nicknames for you and it didn’t bother you either, but he’ll occasionally call you peachy whenever you have a random burst of energy (it didn’t make sense to you but you allowed it).

Tamaki soon turned back around to face you again. His hair coming down gorgeously to his shoulders. “You should start wearing you hair down.” You suggested while pushing some hair behind his adorable elf ears.

“I physically cannot do that,” he started smiling, “every time I try to wear it straight down - it’s always comes coming back up…like some 2013 emo.”

You snorted at his little joke, unexpectedly. Trying to now rinse the conditioner out of his hair you lay it down on the sides of his face in a somewhat goofy way.

He chuckled at the feeling, his shoulders bouncing some. “You could always straighten it… like with flat irons-“

“Tamaki Ama-fucking-jiki I love you way too much to start damaging your hair.”

#mha #my hero acedamia #tamaki amajiki #tamaki amajiki smut #amajiki x y/n #bakugou katsuki #deku smut #bnha deku #kirishima smut #denki kaminari #tamaki amajiki fluff #aizawa shouta #shigaraki smut #dabi x y/n #black reader

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gothic-thoughts · 5 months

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Formal Introduction

(he's my father fr, so the first fic for him wont be nun freaky)

Aizawa Shouta x Black GN Reader Fluff

FatherAU, HighSchool!Reader(cuz UA duh), Kind of a Drabble

CW: starting a new school, reader has social anxiety, switched perspectives, breathing exercises(brief)

TW: Mini anxiety attack

A/n: (any and all Japanese is either written or confirmed by DeepL. And is also written in Romaji to pronounce)

"Oi. Look at me." I say, caressing their cheek, "You're acting like they're gonna eat you alive."

"Dad, you said that it's a tame class." They whisper aggressively, "They look the opposite of tame to me!"

We take a second peek through the skinny window of the door to see my "tame" class of 20 kids doing everything from standing to talking, some even yelling. Denki, of course.

"Hm, sore wa honto da(that's true), but they'll quiet down when I walk in."

"Daaad"

"You'll be fine."

"What if my quirk's not cool enough?"

My eyebrows raise as my arms cross, "And who cares?"

They shrug, "Wakaranai(don't know). Sorry, I'm just worried. They've been here since the first day and I'm like 3 months late!"

"It's not, besides you're my kid. Who's gonna care how late you are or how cool your quirk is?"

They hit my shoulder making us both chuckle a little at my words.

"Remember to--"

"Yes Aizawa sensei. Only call you 'dad' if absolutely necessary."

"You're gonna make it." I smiled, "You're gonna have to or your mother will kill me."

I opened the door, leading them inside as my class's loud talking turned to murmurs before they disperse, quickly and quietly running back to their assigned seats.

"Ohayougozaimasu(good morning)."

They all bow slightly, "Aizawa sensei, ohayougozaimasu!"

"As you can see, we have a new student joining us today." I look over at them, "Douzo(go ahead)."

(Y/n) plays with their bangs for a little before taking a deep breath.

"Um, I'm (Y/n) and..." They stammer, "...and um I can...."

They visibly freeze, causing a few of the kids to mumble amongst themselves. Come on, you got it. What happened? My angel looked back at me and I tense upon seeing the fiery traces of scarlet in their eyes spread out to overtake their entire iris was red. Their quirk was a combination of mine and their mother who could see 20 feet through anything.

(Y/n)'s quirk being active means I couldn't activate mine and neither could anybody in a 20 foot radius behind the board. I know they're not the best with public speaking but they haven't been this nervous since elementary. I guess I could just point to the back of the room to get them to look away from me, but they have to learn how to control their powers somehow. I look at the class, clearing my throat.

“Karerano onamaewa (Y/n)(Their name is [Y/n]).” I say, leaning back in my chair, “Watashino kodomo desu(My child)."

(Y/n) sighs in relief as their red eyes reduce back to the natural shimmer in the black of their eyes. I sigh, closing my eyes while the class gasps.

"Your child!?"

"You have a kid?!" Ashido yelled.

"How did they survive!?" Kaminari yelled.

"You never told us you had a whole kid, Aizawa sensei" Sero chimed in, "Much less one our age!"

"She's so pretty!" Ururaka gasped.

I sigh, “Is it too late to enroll you somewhere else?”

(Y/n) laughed into their palm, “You won’t be able to watch me.”

“Fair enough.” I facepalm. “Oi, ochitsuite(calm down)! Just because they're my child, doesn’t mean treat them different that anyone else in the hero course. I'm giving you all 5 minutes to get to know them a little before we start."

"Can we see their quirk?!" Kirishima asked.

"What is her quirk?!" Midoriya asked.

"Idiot." Bakugou said, "It's obviously something with her eyes!"

“You can all ask her within the 5 minutes.” I sigh, rolling my eyes, “Dozo(go ahead).”

(Y/n) walks closer to them and I watch as the class welcomes them in with open arms and plenty of questions, mostly ones about me and our home lives. I scan the room, noticing almost everyone was crowded except Bakugou, who was avoiding eye contact completely. I sigh wistfully watching as (Y/n) is overloaded with everybody's names to the point of pointing at them and saying them out loud.

"Alright, alright that's enough." I yawn out, "Give her some breathing room. Kore gara hajimeruzo(we're going to start now); (Y/n), you can sit next to me until we get you a seat."

"Okay."

They jog to the available seat next to my desk. That's better, there's that smile. Just needed a little push. I quickly discard my smile and stand from my desk, waiting for them all to sit down so I can start my lesson.

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Formally Introduced

"As you can see, we have a new student joining us today." Dad looks over at me, "Douzo(go ahead)."

I play with my bangs for a couple seconds before taking a deep breath to end the dreadfully awkward silence in the room. I try to speak after that but it was nothing but another breath.

"Um, I'm (Y/n) and..." I stupidly stutter out, "...and um I can...."

I can't. There's so many people. Dammit. I freeze, causing a few of the kids to mumble amongst themselves. Desperate, I look back at my dad and when he tenses up, my heart rate skyrockets. His breathing becomes slightly louder as he tries to get me to copy it's slow speed when his eyes leave mine, looking at his class with a gentle "ahem".

“Karerano onamaewa (Y/n)(Their name is [Y/n]).” He says, leaning back, “Watashino kodomo desu(My child)."

I sigh in relief as my heart rate began to settle, closing my eyes before they fly open at the loud and sudden collective gasp from my new classmates.

"Your child!?"

(A/n): this is kind of an OC too cuz of the quirk i've been thinking of

#mha aizawa #aizawa fluff #aizawa shouta #x black reader #black reader #black writers #aizawa x y/n #aizawa x reader #bnha aizawa #shota aizawa #aizawa shota #mha #boku no hero academia #boku no hero acedamia #aizawa mha #aizawa bnha

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secretqueennacho · 2 years

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Teacher's Pet

charecters : aizawa , you

Summary : a small fantasy of yours changes into reality with your teacher or more specifically aizawa

You sat there, the sound of the A.C drowned out the other noises in class. you bit the end of your pen slightly as you tried to concentrate on the notes Mr. Aizawa was writing on the board.

Your eyes trailed over his face, following every feature; from his stubble to his scar, nose, lips and eyes.

Black eyes stared at you as you snapped out of it and wrote down what he finished writing.

You felt your heart racing as you realized you got caught staring at him; not writing down the notes but staring at him. your cheeks bloomed a pink colour as you continued to write.

(Y/n), since you were obviously distracted, would you care to tell the rest of your peers, the third rule for this semester's lesson course?"

He stared at you, a subtle smirk formed and disappeared the next millisecond.

He raised an eyebrow at you, waiting for your response. Your mind went blank, you realized you never wrote down anything at the beginning of the lesson. Your eyes went wide as you stared at something that was next to him.

"U-uh... i don't.." you trailed off and felt really stupid as to why you didn't write anything down.

He sighed and looked directly at you, "Next time pay attention. Or you'll be staying after class as detention."

He turned back to the board.

You didn't really think not paying attention would cause you to actually be in detention.

Yea, not so long after Mr. Aizawa called you out for not paying attention you managed to get in trouble.

You facepalmed and stared at the class door knob, debating to actually go forth and stay in a classroom where you and this desirable man are alone for a whole 2 hours. Yea, nothing like 'Pure' thoughts.

You gulped and knocked on the door.

"You, wanted to see me, Mr. Aizawa?" You questioned as you walked into the classroom, you felt your breathing hitch as you seen him leaned over the desk working on yesterday's papers.

The top part of his hair tied into a small messy bun with a few strands, eyes lowered with a tired glaze and his forearms showing from his sleeves being rolled up. "yes, it's a few things actually.

I want you to see these, come closer." His tired voice. heightened your senses. You walked over to him and sat as he gestured you to. He went through the work, and you saw no actual problem to it.

After staring at the problem, you noticed how quiet it was from his side. You looked at him and seen his eyes bore into yours.

"You, wanted to see me, Mr. Aizawa?" You questioned as you walked into the classroom, you felt your breathing hitch as you seen him leaned over the desk working on yesterday's papers.

The top part of his hair tied into a small messy bun with a few strands, eyes lowered with a tired glaze and his forearms showing from his sleeves being rolled up. "yes, it's a few things actually.

I want you to see these, come closer." His tired voice. heightened your senses. You walked over to him and sat as he gestured you to.

He went through the work, and you saw no actual problem to it. After staring at the problem, you noticed how quiet it was from his side. You looked at him and seen his eyes bore into yours.

Your cheeks flared, and you cleared your throat to speak but got cut off by a paper being shown to you. It was writing about Mr. Aizawa and how he caused you to catch feelings for him.

"Care to explain?" You stayed still and looked back at him. "It was a joke." You blurted out then cringed after, God how fucking stupid are you?! You thought.

He smirked and moved a bit closer, his breath on your lips as your eyes stayed on his. "It took a while to understand how you acted different towards me from the other students."

He whispered in a sultry voice as he placed a hand on your thigh, you blushed and on instinct you squeezed your thighs together. His lips barely touching yours but just enough to feel the feather touches of his lips.

"You- BUrP BURPbURP'

You shot out of bed with sweat on your face and looked around. You stared at your MHA posters and facepalmed. "No more fanfics before bed......." You muttered and slammed your face back into the pillow.

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neesieiumz · 1 year

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basorexia ⸺ chapter 3⇥ emulation

professor!shouta aizawa x teaching-assistant!reader x professor!keigo takami

series warnings ⇥ 18+, smut, power imbalances, dumbification, blackmail, yandere tendencies, you’re probably not gonna like Hawks in this one, miscommunication, angst, stalking, dub-con, black-coded reader, hopeful happy ending, soft-dom!Aizawa, power-dom!hawks (I don’t know if this is what you call it, but he relishes the power he has over you.), love corner (because it’s two people liking one person, making it a corner), hopeful happy ending.

series summary ⇥ living on the edge, sleeping, and having a relationship with your boss was never on your bucket list but here you are. Locked within a tangle of arms together, you thought nothing could touch, but soon one will find out how much obsession can open all secrets. For both you and everyone around you.

masterlist. taglist.

chapter summary ⇥ the table is set, after a week of images of you and Shouta being sent to your phone, held over your head, you come face to face with the person... who may not be what you expected.

chapter warnings ⇥ no smut in this, but minors still do not interact. blackmail. betrayal.

word count ⇥ 4.9k

You haven’t slept a wink.

At first, you tried to pretend that nothing happened, fell right back into Shouta’s arms, and continued to sleep. All you could do was glance at your phone, plugged up into the wall. However, no sleep was owing to you, you were tired, but your heart column stopped racing. Before you knew it, it was daylight, the sun peeking through the horizon.

Sighing, you pushed Shouta’s arms away from you, quietly tiptoeing out of the bedroom, and headed down towards the kitchen. Sniffing as you open the fridge, pulling out one of Shouta’s beers before closing it. You walked over to the drawer, pulling out a bottle owner before popping the metal cap up, steam willowing from the bottle stem. You drank some of it straight down, walking towards one of the bar stools, pulling it out, and sitting down. Grimacing at the bitter taste, remnants of the man laying his head upstairs. You continued drinking the beer as you stared out into nothing, your mind spiraling yet empty at the same time.

What were you going to do?

Sighing, you closed your eyes, flashes of your phone appearing in your mind.

I know your secret angel, ;-)

Gasping, jumping slightly as you opened your eyes, your breath shaky as you did so. Your heart pounded as you got up, pacing around the spacious kitchen as you did so. The photos of you and Shouta were from all around the town, but the one that disturbed you the most was of you entering his car, earlier that evening. If it wasn’t for the other pictures, you would have assumed someone had found them by mistake, but they weren't. Other pictures of the two of you, getting close, were too close for people to obviously see what was going on. Shouta always and constantly told you to be careful, even though he constantly broke his own rules as well.

Now it backfired in both of your faces.

Would you tell him? Do you break the allure between you two? That his job, and your career within the sciences, that there was now a very real possibility of it being gone forever?

Finishing the last of the beer, the smell of bitter wheat is on your breath now as you walk towards the sink, rinsing the bottle before placing it in his little recycling container. You let out a huff of air, the smell of the kitchen bringing you back down to earth. The overwhelming feeling of sleepiness began to weigh upon you, just the feeling you were looking for in drinking. With heavy eyes, you headed right back up the stairs, into the bedroom before climbing right back into SHouta’s arms. Like clockwork, you could feel his arms wrap around you, pulling you in like a teddy bear. Taking a deep breath, the light smell of his cologne brings temporary peace to your raging mind. Slowly, your eyes close, the smell of his light snores and rumbles lulling into your deep, alcohol-permeated sleep.

You blinked down at the new text message you got, holding a spoon over the bowl of cereal you made. It was an unknown number, yet the contents had you realize that it was from the same person who had emailed in the wee light of the morning. It was morning time now, all quiet as Shouta was not a morning person so he wasn’t even awake just yet. You had cleaned up and showered, wearing one of Shouta's smaller shirts that he gave you with a pair of baggy sweatpants.

He had sent another picture of you and Shouta, walking very close to each other, his hand lingering around your waist. This was during the summer when you were interning under him to prepare for both of your master’s programs. It was when your relationship was just beginning, the two of you just getting closer. Taking a breath, you moved to put your phone down, only for it to ring again. Glancing at it, revealing another text message, nothing but another photo,

Who are you??

You sent it before slamming your phone right on the table and focusing right back on your cereal. You could take a couple bits before a ding went off, relaxing a bit at the recognition of it being a text tone, instead of your email tones. You picked it up, expecting to see something from your cousin or your friend, only to stare wide-eyed at the message from an unknown number.

You’ll find that out soon, won’t you?

Anger and fear ravaged you, you thought you were being careful. However, it didn’t matter. Someone has been watching you, and Shouta for at least a month, if they knew how much Bambino’s even meant to you. They might have been watching you before that. Hands shaking and trembling, you angrily typed out another response to this person.

Please just leave me alone!!!

Just as you sent it, but before you could slam it on the table, a voice ripped through the tense silence.

“Cereal for breakfast again? Thought we talked about this?” Shouta’s raspy, gruff morning voice cut through your somber mood.

Gasping, you wipe away the welling tears before he could have a chance of spotting them before turning around facing with the best smile you could muster. You flipped your phone into its screen before walking towards it. He was shirtless, hair out of its ponytail, dripping with water with a towel draped around his shoulders. Slithering your hands around his waist as he did yours, you leaned, pouting out your lips for a kiss with him happily obliged. The two of you rested at that moment, deepening the kiss, the feel of his wet hair and damp body pressing up against him. Soon the two of you let go, before walking around to the kitchen. You sat back at your cereal as he walked over to the fridge, pulling out a carton of eggs and milk.

Smiling, “I just had a real bad craving for fruity pebbles.”

He frowned a bit at that, “you only eat that when you're stressed, what’s up?”

Immediately you shook your head, heart dropping at his slightly concerned countenance as he turned towards you, “everything’s fine, I was just really craving fruity pebbles.”

He nodded his head slowly, glancing between you and the bowl in front of you before turning around, and walking towards his stove.

“Still, cereal isn’t a good breakfast so there better be room for something more in there.” Was all he said, pulling out a plastic bowl.

You smiled, gazing at his figure as he moved around the kitchen, preparing scrambled eggs for the both of you. Despite everything, he knew you so well, you couldn't help but think. Every time you found yourself spacing out as you stared at him, your eyes soon fell on your phone, which beeped again with another text notification. Quickly, you reached out, turning your phone on silence before looking back at him.

That can wait, pushing the impending threat out of your mind. You smiled as he mixed the eggs together, pouring in some milk as well to make the scrambled eggs mixture. As he cooked, your eyes raked over his form, staring at him as he moved around to grab things on the counter.

Shouta soon finished teh eggs, placing the perfectly cooked breakfast right in front of you, paired with a silver fork. You smiled at him, slightly pushing away your bowl of cereal before thanking him. He said nothing, grunting before sitting right in front of you. Grabbing the fork, you began to eat, a comforting silence falling over the two of you as well.

That was until the silence was broken, by the sudden vibration on the table. The two of you glanced down at the table, seeing your phone jerk from the vibrations. It was just one before it became two… and soon notifications came through back to back. Quickly, you grabbed your phone, not even glancing at the notification as your phone quickly unlocked. Tapping into your settings you turned ‘vibrations on silence’ off before slamming your phone on the table, focusing back on your food.

“So who was that?”

You glanced up to look at Shouta, who had looked away from your phone towards you. You shook your head, heart pounding within your ears.

“Just some annoying classmate in my chemistry research lab,” you fibbed, looking down at your plate, and taking another bite, “nothing I can’t handle.”

He hummed, focusing back on his food. Unconsciously, you let out an internal sigh, relaxing slightly, and glancing back at your phone. With that, you continued eating your food, forcing yourself to stop looking at your phone.

After breakfast, you helped him grade the last of his papers, lying lazily on the couch as you did so. Soon after, the two of you cuddled on the couch for some old movies, sharing short commentary between the two of you as you did. All while you did that, splayed across the couch, laying your head in his. His one hand resting on your thigh, stroking it slowly as he watched the flat screen tv. ringing in the back of your mind as your phone lay on the counter where you left it for breakfast. Soon, he dozed off once again, his hand falling off your body. Glazing up between him and the area leading to the kitchen, before slowly lifting your body up. You placed his arm slowly on the couch, before walking back to the kitchen. Locking eyes with your cellular device, you picked it up before turning it towards, the screen waking up once you did.

All across your screens were notifications from your messages, all you knew came from the same number. With a deep breath, you unlocked the phone, revealing the messages all over the screen.

I don’t think you want me to do that

That was in reply to the message you had sent him, along with another picture of you and Shouta.

So if you want these to stay hidden, you’ll do the following:

In a week, you’ll go to Bambino’s at 8, and wear exactly what you wore, the first time you went there

Trust me, I’ll know

Here's the name you give the hostess: Hauck.

Aww, where’d you go?

Oh I see

You're with him

Enjoy your time with him

You’re gonna miss it.

A hot tear streamed down your face as you saw the last message, your heart was thrown into anguish. What did he mean by that? Letting out a shaky breath, there was only one thing in your mind to do.

You wrote out a reply,

Fine, I’ll do it.

He had been torturing you all week. You could barely pay attention in class, every few minutes, he would send you another photo. It wouldn’t matter where you are, in class, during a study group, and especially while you were with Shouta. You had placed your phone on silent, turning off all vibrations, and yet it didn’t matter. You relied on your phone for work, for anything, you couldn’t pull out your laptop, every time you needed to reply to a student, or whenever an email from another faculty member needing documents.

However the photos, despite how gut-wrenching they were, weren’t the worst part.

Not only was he sending you those photos of you, but he was also sending these messages.

You look so pretty while wearing blue.

Is that a new bag, did Aizawa get that for you?

And every time he would send these, they would send another picture of you and Shouta as well. They were taunting you, knowing the anxiety flowing through your body. You twirled a twist in your hair, fiddling with your pen as you sat in Shouta’s office, gazing off. It was all silent between the two of you, as you worked separately on your own work, however, you couldn’t do anything, just staring off at your laptop, no words, no nothing coming to mind.

“...ello… hello? Yo!”

A hand suddenly shook you, awakening you from your trance. You jumped, before glancing up before eyes landed on familiar warm golden-brown eyes. Hawks smiled down at you, moving his hand from your shoulder.

“Is everything okay?” He asked you, voice laced with concern.

Twisting on a fake smile, you looked up at him, “I’m fine thank you. Just working on this assignment.”

Hawks glanced between you and your blank word document, before shrugging his shoulders, fluttering around before sitting at the other chair at the table.

“Keigo, how many times have I told you to stop coming to my office like this?” Shouta spoke up from his desk, not even looking up from his desktop.

Hawks smirked, pulling out his phone, and leaning back before speaking, “such a sour worm, Aizawa. Relax a little! Plus I’m finished with all my work, so I came to grace you with my presence.”

You smiled, your heart lifting just a little as the two of them continued to bicker. Their loud voices helped you out a bit, taking in their argument as you focused back on their computer, chiming into their conversation ever so often. You relaxed just a bit, completing your assignment before getting a text from your friend to meet up. You smiled over at the two of them, packing up your things.

Hawks glanced over at you, “hey, where are you going to?”

“My friend, she wants to meet up for a late lunch so I’m headed off to meet her,” you said, sliding your laptop into your tote bag.

Hawks hummed, glancing up and smiling a bit before waving you off. Shouts glanced up from his own laptop, his eyebrows perking up a bit before also giving you a short wave. You eaves back at him, before walking out of the office. As you walked down the hallway, headed towards the elevator, your phone lit up. Heart-stopping for a bit, only to realize the message was from Shouta himself.

Didn’t get to say a proper goodbye because of the nosy bird, but I’ll be sure to give you one before you leave for the night.

You smiled, to the point of your cheeks hurting as you sent a reply before fully focusing on your destination. You soon met up with your friend, the two of you sitting down at a cafe right on campus. The two of you talked, having a wild discussion concerning her own love life and your “lack” of. As the conversation settled down, the two of you soon returned back to your own destination, Shouta’s office in mind for you. As you walked back, your phone lit up again, you hadn't gotten a single text from the stalker since you left his office. So assuming so, you thought this was Shouta, considering you just texted him about if he was still in his office.

You hadn’t smiled all week, love, but I’m glad I got to see it in person once again.

This time, it wasn’t a picture of you and Shouta, but rather a picture of you, walking away from the cafe… A picture of you right now, smile wide as your heart froze, as you glanced around. Looking for something, anything to indicate that you could find the person. People walked past you, walked around your fidgeting figure as you paced around the sidewalk, holding your bag close to you.

Your phone lights up again.

Don’t bother looking, just remember, tomorrow is the day.

Be there, or else.

The dress was pure white, silk in nature too. It was expensive, and one of your most precious gifts from Shouta. As you entered the restaurant, you smiled at the hostess manning the front podium. Your long braids were in a ponytail, with the curled ends tucked up, clipped with a beautiful butterfly clip. You smiled at her.

“Hi, what is the name on the reservation?”

Your mind flashed back to the name revealed in the text messages, one of many you got in the morning.

“Hauck,’ you said, a forced smile on your face.

She glanced down at her tablet, smiling before looking back up at you.

“I see you, your other party has yet to have arrived, would you like to be seated?”

You told her yes, following after her as she led you inside the building. As you passed all the tables, your heart, which was already beating with so much worry, recognized the path on the way to the private rooms. Your intuition was correct as she turned down the hallway, revealing the sliding doors, each adorned with their own numbers. She led you down the room until your eyes set on the familiar number, two with the attached door.

It was the same private room Shouta got you when you came here. Was this person hellbent on recreating the first time you ever came here?

You shook your head, clutching your purse close to you. No. That couldn't be, this had to be a coincidence.

The woman smiled, opening the door and revealing the private room, looking just the same as it did a month ago. You smile at her, thanking her before entering the room. The seats were made of black velvets, comforting, and the ambiance a warm glow, much like an amber-filled sunset. On the table, two glasses sat, one in front of each seat. A bottle of wine caught your attention, soon realized that it was the same brand of wine you and Shouta drank together. As you faced forward, sitting in the very same seat as last time, wearing the very dress that you did so… Everything was the same from that night, everything except for…

Laughter echoed through the room, a glass of wine being shared between two souls, in which nothing else mattered but the two of them.

“Okay, so it wasn’t just me then?”

Shouta shook his head, cheeks warm from the constant flow of wine, “nope, it was not just you. She’s like that with everyone, you’ll get used to it.”

“Get used to it? Yeah, right,” you rolled your eyes, before picking up your glass, and sipping down the rest of your champagne.

Dinner was long done between the two of you, dessert already packed up and ready to be taken out. However, you were waiting for Shouta to feel comfortable enough to drive you two back to the hotel. You probably should have encouraged him to drink as much as he did, even though it was three glasses, you both agreed you’d rather wait. Plus, this room was expensive so you two would make the best of it as much as you could.

“She needs to understand that she can’t treat everyone like that before she makes the wrong person mad.”

The two of you were discussing one of Shouta’s fellow professors, an old head that was recently tenured. While helping Shouta run some errands concerning the anatomy labs before the week-long break, you ran into her and it wasn’t a very pleasant meeting as well.

Shouta chuckled at your words, before drinking down the cold glass of water the waiter had given him. As you drain you stared on, smiling. Once he finished, he looked at you, before asking why you were looking at him like that.

“Playfully rolling your eyes, you reached out to him, “thank you, for this, for today, for everything. I know you were against things like this, but you still did it. Thank you.”

He squeezed your hand before lifting it up, giving it a kiss, “you know I’ll do everything for you.”

“Wow, you really do listen.”

Shattering your memory, your eyes widened at the voice towards the entrance… the familiar voice as well. Slowly turn your head, making eye contact with golden-brown eyes. Glancing up and down his full figure, he was wearing a white shirt, holding his suit jacket in his arms as he stood within the doorway. Your eyes not leaving his form as he thanked the hostess who brought you here before walking inside. The hostess slid the door close, so it was now just the two of you.

Hawks said nothing as he walked over to you, placing his jacket on the backrest of the chair before sliding into the chair. He grabbed the menu sitting in front of you, flipping through it before looking back up at you. He smiled, to others, it was an innocent one, but that smile paired with those eyes, filled with malice.

“Have you looked through the menu yet? Get whatever you want, you know it’s on me.”

You still hadn’t said anything, still looking straight at him, eyes glazed over.

Hawks.

It was Hawks.

Keigo.

The same man who was helping you with your thesis paper. The same man who you would meet up with for coffee, and talk shit about your fellow co-workers. A flash of him in Shouta’s office a couple of days ago came to your mind, his huge smile denoting him. You thought back to every single encounter with him, was it a lie? Was everything about you two’s friendship a lie? What was his problem? How did he even find out? How…

A snap broke you out of your trance, turning and facing Hawk— Keigo once more.

“Everything okay there? You haven’ even touch the wine I had the waiter bring.”

Blinking, you glanced over at the wine glass, which was now filled up halfway. You looked back at him, saw him lean back into his seat, and turned to the seat as he swallowed his own drink down. Sighing, nodding his head as he faced forward, placing his glass down on the table. He took another look at you before sighing and reaching down in his pockets.

“Think it might be best if you take a sip of the wine, it's your favorite right?”

As he said that, something hard fell onto the table. You glanced over to where the sound came from, only to see his phone placed right on the table. Heart pounding as the screen came on… only to find a picture of you and Shouta staring right back at you. Your eyes flicked between him and his phone, before slowly reaching towards the glass, and picking it up. Swirling the wine in your glass, you wafted it towards you, the familiar smell and nothing extra hitting your nose, before taking a tentative sip.

He smiled as you said, “it… it is my favorite, and it’s good. Thank you, Hawks.” Your voice came out a bare whisper, as you began to slowly place it down.

He chuckled, “I know I told you to call me that, but I think a night like this constitutes my real name.”

You blinked, slowly nodding your head, “well, thank you, Keigo.”

He inhaled deeply at that, leaning back as he did so. The waiter soon came into the room, not before giving a knock and Keigo telling him to come in. He asked if the two of you were ready to order. You glanced down at your unopened menu, before looking at the waiter, however, Keigo spoke before you could even think of saying anything.

“Yes, calamari for an appetizer while I’ll have the lobster tail and she will have the surf and turf dinner, everything well done of course.”

You blinked, no words coming from you as the waiter said of course, before taking the menus from in front of the two of you. Even the meals were the same, Shouta had gotten the lobster tails while you wanted to try a bit of everything, so surf and turf were perfect for you. The waiter smiled, saying he’ll be back with your orders before waking out of the private room. The moment he slid the door shut, the two of you turned to each other, looking into each other's eyes. His eyes were lowered, not once leaving you even as he reached out to his nearly empty glass, before downing the rest of it. Your ears were hot, it was taking everything in you right now to now burst out into tears right here in this restaurant. Reaching over, you grabbed the wine glass, drinking down a lot more than your previous sip. He kept his eyes on you as you did so, not saying anything as you suddenly grabbed the bottle, filling up your now empty cup.

“You might want to slow down there, huh?”

You looked over at him, bitter words of anger threatening to spill from your mouth but your eyes fell right back on his phone. You took a deep breath, and another sip of your wine, before placing both right back on the table. He smirked the moment he did that, sitting up straight in his seat.

“So humor me,” he stared, as he leaned into his seat, “for the next two hours this,” he held up his phone, “doesn’t exist.”

You blinked between the device and him. How truly deranged was this man? This man that you trusted, who would help you, who you would call a close friend. If there was someone you would tell about you and Shuta first, it would have been him. Did you ever really know him? He awaited your answer, waving the phone in his hands. You knew, deep down, this wasn’t a question, but a demand, do it, or this email is sent out to everyone that matters. Slowly, you nodded your head, agreeing to his terms.

He smiled at that, before sliding the phone right back into his pocket. The waiter came back, holding a steaming hot plate of fried squid. He placed it between the two of you, along with placing two much smaller ones between the two of you.

“Will that be all between the two of you?”

Keigo pulled out his award-winning smile, “yes that will be it, thank you very much.”

The man smiled and nodded before taking his leave once again, leaving the two of you alone for another 10-15 minutes until your food was ready. As you waited, Keigo easily started a conversation, as if it was one of the times you were getting coffee. No matter how much you tried to lie to yourself, Keigo knew how to bring something out of you. You couldn't help the smile on your face as you relax more and more, the wine he was feeding you, helping your loosening of behavior. You drank more and more, and the food soon came, but yet you two couldn't stop talking, Keigo only interrupting to ask for two glasses of water to help sober the two of you up.

“So out of all the books in the world, Green Eggs and Ham had the biggest impact on you?” You couldn't help but ask, snickering as you took the final bite of your dinner.

He shrugged his shoulders, wiping the drip of garlic butter from his face, “I can’t help it, it truly,” he sighed dramatically, “inspired something in me.”

You snickered, “a children’s story… should have expected it honestly.”

“Glad you think so highly of me.”

The silence soon settled after his words, reaching over to finish the last two of your wine, before reaching over the bottle. Right as your hand is clasped around the neck of the wine glass, a larger hand soon clasped around your wrists. You looked up, looking Keigo right in the eyes as he pulled your hand away from the alcohol, before pulling you up to your feet. Your heart was racing, not fighting him as he pulled you over to him, standing right in front of you. He then pulled you down, his other hand sliding onto your side, dangerously close to our bottom. You tried to pull away but his grip kept you right there, his other hand leaving your own before caressing your skin. You swarmed, wriggling away from his touch but aching pressure had you gasping, keeping you right in place.

“You’re so beautiful,” he mumbled under his breath, his hot breath fanning against your face.

You flinched trying, to move back. Your fingers trembling and anxious as his thumb reaches down to your lips, pressing up against them before slowly pulling your bottom lip down. The light pink gloss on your lips stained his finger, but he ignored it as he continued to gaze at you.

“He doesn’t deserve you,” he said next, his hands sliding up your arm.

“Keigo,” you began to protest but he shushed you, before pulling you right into his lap.

He forced your lips to split around him, resting on each side of the chair. One hand continued to rest on your ass, while his other hand went back up to your face, resting right under your chin. He steeled his hand, forcing you to look into his eyes once again. You let out a shaky breath, unable to look anywhere but his eyes filled with sinister intentions.

“Keigo… What do you want from me?” you whispered to him, eyes welling with tears.

He took a breath, “all I need from you, all I need from you, is to do exactly what I say when I say it. Do that,” his hand suddenly left your bottom before holding right up to your face, suddenly revealing his phone.

“And everything on here stays on here, and nowhere else.”

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hfhxjdndnnrnt · 1 year

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I just had a thought and I have not been able to stop crying but basically when Aizawa gets older he decides he wants to be a fill-in parent until he goes to peoples weddings and parties and stuff and he’s just feeling parent like imagine having a really bad relationship with your parents and so you don’t talk to them anymore but one day you decide that you want to have a really big birthday party you don’t have a wedding or anything you’re not talking to anyone even though you want to but you still crave that parent relationship so you contact Aizawa and he shows up as your dad to this event I cannot stop crying

#aizawa shouta #aizawa x black!reader #aizawa x y/n #aizawa x reader #mha aizawa #shoto aizawa #aizawa headcanons #bnha aizawa #aizawa fluff #aizawa fanfiction

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notsoalcoholfree · 1 year

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A Letter To Get Over You

Notes:

I hope you enjoy! By listening to Special by SZA, it will help fit the mood in which I was aiming for with this post. Seeing as how 2 of her songs are referenced in this work lol. This post isn't meant to target any character specifically, more of me getting through my own shit and deciding to make it into a fluff of some sort.

As always, constructive criticism is GREATLY appreciated <3

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It's cold tonight. I felt the air run up my body under the blanket, sending chills all over. My room was pitch black, my only source of light coming from the strings that were lined across my walls. I stared at a pit of nothingness, lost in a trance of my own self-depricating thoughts. Thoughts that were influenced by you.

We talked a couple of days ago. It made me happy that you were finally giving me attention again. You're always busy with work, and I understand that, but because of that you blow me off. I try not to let it get to me some days, but other days it hurts. It's like you don't care about spending time with me anymore.

"Sorry I never got back to you baby, I had to finish up with some work", you said to me. That was always your excuse. I was tired of it this time. "You never make time for me anymore. It's always working or going out with your friends. It's like you don't care about me until you need something!" Which, looking back on it, was truer than I had originally thought. I guess I just didn't want to come to terms with it just yet.

In the beginning, it felt like a dream with us. You made me feel safe to be in your presence. I was happy at the thought of you being different from other guys. I opened up to you about how badly I had been taken advantage of and used, yet you turned around and did the same thing. I blame myself for being too blinded by your charm to notice your red flags. You made me feel special, and now I hate me because of you. I hate the part of me that fell for you in the first place.

I can't think of any good times that we've had. They keep getting overshadowed by the arguing and screaming. All of the crying I did that went unnoticed. I regret that I changed myself for you. The worst part is, there is still a part of me that wants to go back to you. Back to the you that was able to sit and talk with me for hours on end. You used to share everything with me. "Nobody gets me, you do", I was told during one of our picnic dates. Where did we go wrong? Did I do something to make you change your ways? Are you using work as an excuse to stop seeing me?

No, no. I'm getting ahead of myself. I need to shake the mental blame off of myself. If you wanted me, you would have fought to make things right between us. You gave up, not me! I will not allow myself to feel like a loser because you didn't value me enough to keep me.

My happiness no longer relies on you. I'm better off without you, I wish I knew that sooner.

#aizawa x y/n #skz fluff #fluff #jjk x y/n #nanami x reader #nanami x you #aizawa x reader #aizawa x black!reader #nanami x y/n #loid x reader #loid x you #aizawa x you #relationship fluff #gojo x reader #loid forger #shouta aizawa x reader #aizawa shouta #nanami kento

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luvv4choso · 6 days

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HIIIIIIII!!! I was wondering if you could do Aizawa x student!reader?? Ik you don't normally write anything but JJK but i rlly like ur writing and would js love to see you make this. 💐TYSM BABESSS ^^

DARLING CAN I BE YOUR FAVORITE?

[•~teacher!aizawa x student!reader SMUT !!~•]

[•~synopsis: aw man you failed another test, guess you'll have to fuck your hot teacher.~•]

[•~a/n: i tried my best anon !! js for you, and keep sending in request ppl :D ~•]

"heeey eraser!!" present mic squeals, rushing into the classroom. aizawa looks back at the yellow haired male, obviously fed up with all his bullshit. "whatcha doin?-" eraser mic asks, dragging a chair next to aizawa, not noticing the students were taking a test.

"grading papers"aizawa replies, not paying any attention to the yellow haired individual who was interrupting his class.. present mic looks across the room, admiring all the students and just taking on the sight of the future generation of heroes. "shouldn't you be-" aizawa begins, soon cut off by present mics loud and obnoxious voice "Ooo, this class looks promising shouta, whose ya favorite?"

aizawa rolls his eyes, "don't have any. I don't like picking favorites." he says firmly. present mic is slightly baffled at his response, "really? if I could pick a favorite, I think id pick that red haired kid- actually no wait maybe the green haired one but-" present mic continues to babble on and on to aizawa. who was very obviously tuning him out.

as the bell rings, you watch all the other kids leave the classroom. all giggling and chattering about their plans for the weekend. they all seemed so busy in their conversations, so busy that they didn't notice you were staying back, which was perfect.

as soon as the last person exits the room you walk over towards aizawa. a sly smirk creeping up on your lips. "you said you needed to talk to me?" aizawa places the stack of papers he was grading down, on the table, he leans back in his chair. eyes fixed on you and your figure. "you failed another test, y/n." he says coldly, "and I hope you remember our little deal, hm?" he asks, tapping on his desk, signaling you to come sit.

"how could I forget..." you mumble sitting down on the table, watching as the black haired man approaches you. he was emotionless and rough looking. but you knew deep down he was just as excited for this as you were.

he stands in front of you, in between your legs, and he lifts your chin up with his hands. he stares down into your eyes, "bet you failed on purpose too... didn't you? fucking slut" he mumbles before crashing his lips on yours, you feed back into the kiss, the intensity and passion increasing. aizawa's hands sneakily begin to grope your tits through the fabric of your uniform, caressing them with his rough hands. making you let out breathy moans.

aizawa continues to sloppily kiss you as he begins to unbutton your top, your moans only making his cock harder. you could feel his bulge against your thighs. aizawa pulls away from the kiss, looking down at you with hazy eyes, he places your uniform top on his chair, leaving you in your bra.

he gives your breasts a tight squeeze, admiring the way they bounced. you let out a sharp cry from the sensation. "so pretty f'me aren't you sweetheart?" he coos, hands reaching to your bra's clasp, quickly unclasping it. he throws your bra across the room and leans you back slowly, making sure not to hurt you.

as you lay back down you can feel aizawa playing with your nipples, his finger grazing the surface. he watched as you would squirm more and more whenever he went harsher. aizawa then places one of them in his mouth, tongue swirling all over your nipple. you gasp at the sensation and place a hand in his hair. you can feel the wet patch in your panties grow as he continues to play with you.

his hand reaches towards your other nipple, making sure to give it attention too. he squeezes it lightly as he sucks on your other tit. you let out soft moans as you feel the sensations overtake you. "thought you didn't like pickin favorites?" you mutter, voice shaky and hoarse. aizawa responds by squeezing your nipple harshly, a muffled mumble leaving his lips which sounded like a "shut up..."

soon enough aizawa also gets your skirt off, leaving you in your panties. he lifts both of you legs onto his shoulders, pressing his bulge against the wet patch on your panties. you let out a mewl at the feeling of his clothed cock pushed up on you. "see what ya do to me pretty girl? fuck- I could do this all day..." he groans, grinding against the wetness seeping through your panties.

aizawa hastily unbuckles his belt, and slides his pants and boxers off. freeing his long dick. a soft sigh leaves your lips at the sight. you had fucked aizawa a couple times before but still, his long shaft always surprised him and made you crave him even more. "look at m'pretty girl, so mesmerized by my cock, it's okay sweetheart you'll get it soon..." he pushes your panties to the side, aligning himself with your hole.

"c'mon sweetheart y'know what you gotta do now..." he hums, tucking hair behind your ears. "aizawa... pleaseee" you whine, hands reaching for his hips. aizawa slaps your clit, making you jolt back "y'know damn well that isn't good enough, beg for it like the dirty bitch you are." he demands sharply.

"p-please daddy, need your cock so badly..." you mewl, you didn't care how stupid you sounded, you had one thing on your mind right now. and you needed him badly. aizawa smirks slyly and whispers "anything for my girl..." and he pushes his cock in. you both let out content moans and groans as you feel each other.

he lets you adjust to his size before ramming himself in and out of you, your slick coating his cock fully. "so fuckin wet f'me, baby..." he groans, hands gripping on your hips. his pace was so quick and rough, just the way you liked it. his hips bucked into you without any mercy.

"you're so slutty for this, fuckin ya teacher just to raise your grades? dirtyass slut." he mocks, pushing your thighs closer to your chest, his shaft abusing your cunt even deeper now. you let out sobs and cries from all the pressure, the feeling of his leaky tip constantly hitting your cervix. you were in pure bliss.

aizawa admires the sweet noises, both your mouth and cunt makes. he could feel the way your walls would tighten around him with each thrust he gave, signaling you were close. he looks back up at your face, you looked so dazy and lost. babbling about how good you felt, so cock drunk you couldn't even speak correctly. aizawa chuckles at the state you were beneath him. "we just started pretty girl, don't tell me yer already too fucked out-" he teased.

his calloused fingers start trailing down to your clit, rubbing soft circles on it, as aizawa begins to feel his own orgasm creeping up on him. the pressure on your clit makes you yelp out with pleasure, the familiar knot in your stomach tightening at a hasty pace.

your walls sucked in his cock snuggly, aizawa knew you were on the brink of your orgasm. "c'mon baby, tell me who fucks you the best..." he grunts, his voice hoarse and raspy. his words simply didn't register in your brain, all you could focus on was the release that was building up in you. aizawa slaps your clit again, his voice harsh and demanding "answer m'fuckin question slut. who fuck you the best?"

you jolt up at his words, "y-you do daddy!! you do!!" you mewl, a sob leaving your lips as you cry out from the harsh orgasm you just endured. aizawa felt your liquid wash all over his shaft, which was enough to bring him to the brink of an orgasm. he pulls out of you quickly. and begins jerking himself off quickly, hot strings of semen decorating your stomach. you both let out heavy pants of satisfaction. "made such a big mess pretty girl, let's clean up okay?" he affirms, helping you back up.

#mha x reader #my hero academia #anon ask #send anons #aizawa x reader #eraserhead #aizawa #aizawa shouta #shouta aizawa x reader #aizawa x y/n #aizawa smut #mha smut #bnha #bnha smut

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neevblanc · 4 months

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Aizawa with a pro hero & highschool sweetheart reader finally talking again after months (or even years) of no contact 😋

a/n —hey hey anon!! thx for sending this in! I've never written for shouta b4 despite having read my fair share of media involving him lol. i hope i can do him justice for you!!! this is such an interesting prompt hehe p.s this was literally the funnest thing to write ever im actually incredibly invested. i might as well have fleshed out a whole au for this, not that it rlly reflects it i think haha!

blanca’s cafe event!

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Aizawa Shouta x GN!reader

Tags— semi-angst, awkwardness, mentions of injuries/war, bittersweet

CW/TW— Manga Spoilers?

note — quirk — Revitalize: the ability to heal wounds and injuries by simply touching the affected area. They can accelerate the body's natural healing process. Their healing abilities also extend to others. They must gain the energy to do so by taking it from enemies or using their own(think Moyra from overwatch, sorta. w/ a mix of bastille's group healing ability thing teehee).

𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴:

"Have We Met Before? by Tom Rosenthal, Fenne Lily"

02:20 ━━━━━━━●─ 02:39

ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ

“ Will you know it when you see it? Have we met before?”

You hadn’t been in Japan for years, having been sent to America by the Hero Commission as soon as you had graduated from Yuuei. Adjusting to the culture (both civilian and hero) was a struggle, but you did well with your healing-centered quirk.

Once the war had taken place, the commission had called back all of the heroes they sent to foreign countries they could, and you just so happened to be one of them. All for One was a looming threat, and with the amount of casualties suffered, they sent you home to help the war effort.

You stand inside Yuuei’s walls, stomach rolling at the bleak sight. Cities had been razed while you were gone, and Yuuei had been converted into a base for civilians and heroes alike. People milled around almost aimlessly, no doubt restless, as they were afraid to leave school grounds. You make your way through the crowd, eyes focused on the building you had been directed to.

Yuuei hadn’t had dorms since you last checked, but amongst all the changes you’ve seen in your hometown, you didn’t have the energy to even question it. You hurry up the steps and knock idly on the door, rocking on your heels while you wait for it to open.

The door creaks open, and an eye with a black sclera blinks at you before it opens wider, revealing a yellow-eyed, pink girl. She grins tightly at you, obviously confused by your presence.

“Hello, can I help you?” She said, and you take note of her for just a second. Young, most definitely not any older than 17- and tired. Her demeanor screamed of exhaustion. You smile gently at her.

“Hi, Nezu directed me this way. I’m looking for your teacher. This is 2-A, right?” You say, taking a step back just in case you had gotten it wrong (which you hoped wasn’t the case, seeing as the dorms were marked with the class names). The girl nodded and opened the door further, shifting to allow you room to enter.

“Yeah! You’re in the right place.” She says, and you enter the building quickly. You take your shoes off and place them into one of the cubbies near the door, and you note the number of shoes already in the cubbies. It reminds you of school, and you can’t help but smile at the sight.

The girl hands you a pair of guest slippers, and as you put them on, she grins a little softer.

” I’m Mina, by the way.” She says. You nod, both of you making your way out of the genkan.

” You have a very pretty name, Mina. I’m Revitalight, but you can call me y/n.” You reply, and she squints a little at you.

” Revitalight? I’ve heard that name before…oh, and thank you.” She says, startled out of her contemplation as she remembered the compliment. You nodded, a soft laugh leaving you. Even with the war, she was kind and very much a child. It both saddened and warmed you how her demeanor did not wholly mirror that of the community outside.

You both make it to the couches, where another group of teenagers are milling around. Their idle conversations pause as you stand at the edge of one of the couches. You wave politely, and Mina gestures toward you excitedly.

“Please welcome American Pro Hero: Revitalight!” She introduced, and you don’t have it in you to fight the American label- you’ve been a Pro in America for longer than she’s been in school. No point in telling her you went to Yuuei, too - or that you were still under the HPSC’s rule. The others say hello enthusiastically, waving from where they were sprawled out on the couch.

“Please, call me y/n.” You say, sitting on an unoccupied section of the couch.

Mina explains you’re looking for their sensei, and a girl with frog-adjacent features stands from her place on the couch.

“I’ll get Sensei down here for you then.” She says, voice horse how you’d expect a frogs to be. You send her a grateful smile.

” Thank you.” You respond, and she does little more than nod and disappear down the hall.

“Why are you here, Revitalight-san?” A boy with glasses says, and you pause to consider what you can tell them.

“The commission asked me to return, and I’ve been dispatched here. Principal Nedzu said I should head here before finding Recovery Girl.” You explain, trying to ignore the way the kids around you sober up quickly at the mention of the Hero Commission. You didn’t know how much they knew, but you hoped it wasn’t much- for their sake.

“What’s your quirk do?” A blonde asks, and you can see his curiosity blatantly on his face. You smile and raise your hand, gesturing toward him. He straightens from his flopped-over position and stands excitedly, opening his arms.

” Hit me!” He says, pouting at the bespeckled boy when he tries to get him to sit down.

” Denki, we don’t know their quirk. What if it’s dangerous,” he cautions, and you laugh a little to ease his worry.

“Don’t worry, um,” Mina whispers into your ear quickly, “Iida-kun. This won’t hurt him at all.” You reassure, and Iida settles back into his seat without further complaint.

The kids watch as you flex your hand just slightly, and suddenly, a bright yellowish-white light floats slowly from your hand to Denki, curling and moving in the air. The glow hits Denki straight in the chest, and he takes a deep breath.

“Woah.” He says, shaking out his body and looking down just in time to see the glow follow lightning-like patterns below his skin and fade down his arms. You tilt your head and eye the lightning bolt in his hair.

“Your quirk is electricity, right?” You say, prompting him to nod. The way the kids stare at you makes you want to laugh, but you hold off in case they take it mockingly.

“I can tell from the patterns it made. I only see those jagged lines from people who have lightning quirks or have been exposed to high voltages.” You explain, and Denki brightens at the information.

Mina’s about to ask a question when someone clears their throat behind you, and the kids all deflate into exaggerated whines or pouts.

“That’s enough, all of you, to your rooms. Or anywhere but here, really. If you even think of eavesdropping, I’ll have you scrubbing bathrooms for a week.” The voice says dryly, and you grin as the kids file out quickly, whining, “This is a common area; it’s not eavesdropping,” and “Sensei’s such a buzzkill.”

You turn to face them with a sheepish smile already in place.

“Sorry for intruding. Principal Nedzu said I should speak to you before,” You pause, finally registering who exactly you’re talking to. The gaze you get in return is similarly dumbfounded.

“Shou- Aizawa-san.” You stutter, correcting yourself. The man before you is every bit the boy you remember, even with the injuries you can see littering his body. The same tired eyes, pitch black hair, moody expression.

And still, you’re hit by his age. The mature structure of his jaw and the strong frame that screamed, well, Pro Hero hit you more than you’d think. Most of all, his height struck you. Last you had seen, Aizawa was pretty short for your age. He stands in front of you at six feet at least, and you wonder when a growth spurt that big hit him.

You flick your fingers anxiously, and his eyes follow the gesture for just a moment.

“Y/n. It’s been…a long time.” He says, crossing his arms in an attempt to seem casual. You can see the awkwardness of the action, though, in the way his shoulders tense and his brow furrows. The familiarity makes you a little light-headed. You smile, nodding.

“Yeah, it has. 12 years, now?” You say, looking around for just a moment to avoid his gaze. His hair, longer than you remember it being, is tied into a half-up, half-down style. He nods, and you lace your fingers together in front of you.

“Nedzu said the commission was sending someone, though he didn’t say it’d be you.” He says, and you try to find some emotion in the statement. When you don’t identify anything negative from his words, you shrug.

” Principal Nedzu didn’t tell me you were the teacher I was meeting either. Speaking of,” You hum, stepping closer. Aizawa shifts, obviously watching you but not moving away. “Sensei? Didn’t know you wanted to be a teacher, Aizawa.”

Aizawa grimaces slightly with a sigh and drops his arms from his chest to shove them into his pockets. “It’s not really my thing. But someone has to do it.” He says, and you squint a little at his response. With his hands hidden in his pockets, it clicks in your mind, and you bite back a smug smile. Aizawa had a similar tell to you- his hands start motioning to crack his knuckles, even if no pop comes of it.

You let a calmer grin settle on your face, staring up at him.

“Totally. Either way, I think it’s pretty cool of you.” You compliment, and his mouth twitches faintly in response.

“Why are you here?” He asks suddenly, and for a moment, you can see in his face that he hadn’t meant to say that out loud.

You huff a sigh, “Same reason as everyone else. The war effort needed help, so the commission sent me home.” You explain. Aizawa nodded absently, reaching up to rub at his neck as he thought.

“You’re here to help Recovery Girl, then?” He says, face serious. You shake your hand in a so-so motion.

“Yes and no. I’ll help RG here for now, but I’ve been told they’ll send me with patrol groups and into war zones when needed. I can heal en mass in a way she can’t.” You shrug. Aizawa frowned, and you could tell he wasn’t happy with how the hero commission seemed comfortable throwing you wherever. Still, they’ve been this blasé with your life since you agreed to the program years ago, so it wasn’t something you concerned yourself with anymore.

“That doesn’t seem sustainable at all,” Aizawa says, critical as always. You give him an unimpressed look.

“War generally isn’t, no. I’m sure it’ll be fine,” you say, waving your hand casually. “Anyway. I meant to ask, what’s up with…this.” You say, gesturing toward the eye patch. He pursed his lips briefly.

“War causality. Still getting used to it.” He rumbled, and you smiled gently at him.

“If anyone can kick ass with one eye, it’s you, Aizawa.” You hit his shoulder playfully, almost in slow motion as a joke. The movement is familiar, and for just a second, you remember how this same punch made him hiss like a disgruntled cat and glare at you, teetering away from the force.

Now, the stare he levels you with is unimpressed; mouth curled upward. He hadn’t budged. Your stomach flutters for a moment. “You’re ridiculous.” He mutters. That is familiar. The warm tone in his voice makes you painfully nostalgic, and through the ache in your chest, you laugh at his response.

“One of us has to be,” You tease, backing up and crossing your arms. Aizawa shoots you a look and rolls his eye. Without another word, he turns back down the hall he came from, and it only takes you a beat to realize you were supposed to follow.

“C’mon, Mic would wanna see you.” He calls, waving a lazy hand to gesture you over. You follow eagerly, almost tripping over yourself.

“Oh my GOD, Mic’s here too?!”

#gn!y/n #mha x reader #bnha x reader #aizawa x reader #my hero academia x reader #shouta aizawa x reader #aizawa x you #boku no hero academia x reader #eraserhead x reader #mha x gn!reader #aizawa x gn!reader #neev.doc

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