I Know Y'all On My Page Are SUCKERS For Dadzawa, So Here's Another Lovely Writer Who Writes Some Similar

I know y'all on my page are SUCKERS for dadzawa, so here's another lovely writer who writes some similar things!

Nansjjdnfnd I've read some of your stuff and omandkdnjdx I love it, keep on keeping on! <3

Can you do a Dadzawa x non binary reader (platonic) who has homophonic parents?

A Little Gift

ft. shota aizawa

cw: mentions of homophobia and dysphoria, maybe slightly ooc?

pairing: shouta aizawa x nonbinary reader (platonic).

a/n: homophobic parents suck :( like be supportive of your kid grr >:( but i hope you like it! i’m not nonbinary myself, but i do have a close nonbinary friend and am trans, so i have a similar experience!! you didn’t specify what you wanted, so i did a lil drabble kinda thing (literally idk the difference between drabbles, fanfics, oneshots and whatever else so someone please explain it to my dumbass please and thank you🙇)

this is bad i’m sorry 😭 i’m not great at writing aizawa :(( if you ever need someone to talk to or vent to, my dms are always open :]

It was a good day so far, you had barely any dysphoric moments (while they still happened your friends mostly distracted you), until now. You had just found out that for the weekend, everyone would go back to their houses to spend it with their families. The entirety of your class had gone, except you. You didn’t want to go back. Back to the yelling, back to the dysphoria, back to your godforsaken family who just had to be homophobic. Back to that godforsaken house that you constantly got misgendered in.

You sigh, sitting in your room as you found yourself bored. You would normally be hanging out with your friends, but you were alone. Thoughts began to spiral, and you shook your head as if it would stop them. Getting up, you left the dorms to clear your head. You mindlessly walked for what felt like hours, but in reality it was about ten minutes.

You got out of your trance, only to realize you had walked to the teacher dorms. You shake your head, beginning to walk away, when you hear the door open. You freeze, as you hear your teachers monotone voice speak, “Y/N, is that you? What are you doing here?”

Your heart dropped, not knowing what to say. You turned, trying to think of a response, as your teacher stared at you. “You’re supposed to be home right now. Everyone else is.” He asks, not nearly knowing the weight of the question.

“I don’t want to go home.” You say it quietly, so quietly you can barely hear yourself over the pounding of your heart, which you thought would burst from your chest any minute now. But he heard.

“Why? Do they… hurt you at all?” He asked, genuine concern laced in his normally dry voice. You were quick to dismiss it. “Nono! That’s not it at all! It’s just… well…” You didn’t know how to say it. “They- I… We-” You paused. “They’re… homophobic. I just don’t want to be misgendered, and… and the dysphoria…” Your voice cracked, tears rolling down your cheeks. When did that happen?

You tried to stop, but they just kept coming. You had all this built up over years and years of having to hide yourself, you couldn’t stop. You felt a warm embrace, Aizawa hugging you gently but firmly. “It’s okay, Y/N. You’re ok.” Aizawa tried to think of things to say or do, but he couldn’t. Until, an idea popped into his head.

He pulled back, smiling at you. “Be right back.” He went into the dorm building, and after a while, he came out, holding a box. He handed it to you, and you opened it. Inside, you saw… a Nonbinary flag. You took it out and stared at it, before noticing another thing inside the box. You grabbed it, and you nearly broke into tears.

It was a binder.

You smiled, looking at Aizawa. “How did you know I needed one of these?” You asked. “Well, I noticed you seemed a lot more reserved, and sad ever since we mentioned going home for the weekend. I don’t know much about being Nonbinary, but I asked Sero, Denki, and Mina. They mentioned you had wanted a binder and a flag, but your parents might find out.” He said, as you stared in disbelief.

You hugged Aizawa, tears staining his shirt. But they were happy tears now. Aizawa hugged you back, as you realized that he cared about and accepted you.

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Anyone character u want x punk delinquent male reader tall af loads of piercings and wild hair🫦🫦

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I'm gonna have fun with this yall

Also this is giving me MAJOR Asuka Langley introspection vibes rn from evangelion.

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This is literally a random fanfic idk why I decided to make it literally the most emotional wreck of a group of words to have ever existed.

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Izuku x Male!Reader - Delinquent

This feeling started during the UA Sports Festival.

You had been plotting to take the spot of one of the 1-A students this year and secure your future as a hero, much like Hitoshi Shinsou. Except, you picked Izuku out of everyone there to prey upon because he looked the kindest. He looked the weakest.

He had those big, green doe eyes like that of a baby deerling, and it made you irrationally angry.

You had so much hatred for the world around you. Your childish wish to 'become the best' and 'save everyone' faded over time, and the only reason you wanted to rise to the top at this point was spite.

Growing up, noone had cheered you on, or encouraged you to persue your interests. You were told that it's better to stick to what you know, and that dreams of the future were destined to be just that. Just dreams.

Over time, you had lost interest in persuing hobbies, or making friends, and had grown to be jealous of all of the kids around you that had what you couldn't get. It was a sinking, lonely feeling, that kept an iron grip on your heart.

It's not like you had some tragic backstory. You were just neglected, like a whole fucking lot of other kids out there. It just affected you in a slightly different way. It had made you bitter.

When you had gotten into UA High, that was when the imposter syndrome really hit. That must've been what drew you to Shinsou, one of your closest and first friends.

Once again, you were bitter about being put in some second rate class and pushed aside. It's like the world was purposely trying to tell you over and over again, that you're nothing special. You're replaceable at best. It had you absolutely livid.

So, naturally, you displaced your anger onto an unsuspecting target, Izuku Midoriya.

You took note of all of his weaknesses and his interests, and during the last stage, when the two of you were paired up for an individual battle, you tried your absolute best to crush his spirit.

You were jealous that he was so happy. That he was so completely perfect. He had a happy childhood and a strong quirk, and so, so many friends he could surround himself with. He had hobbies, and interests, and he was so fucking special that All Might himself was picking favourites. Oh yeah, you noticed that. It only fuelled your spite and hatred.

Underneath all of the brooding looks and big talk was just a little kid, throwing a tantrum at the world because "It's not fair! Why didn't I get what he did?! Why don't real heroes think I'm strong? Why didn't I get parents who love me?! He has friends, he has hobbies, he has dreams! Everything they said I couldn't have, he has in abundance!! Why not me?!!"

Recovery Girl would say something about needing to 'heal your inner child' or whatever the hell that means.

You tried so hard to crush Izuku, and if he were anyone else, it would've worked. You had learned from the best after all, how to crush a person's spirit. But no, apparently, he was special.

Every time you insulted him or told him harsh truths about every one of his dreams and interests, reciting things your parents had told you, he winced, and you couldn't tell why you hated to see it.

You spilled you heart to this boy unknowingly, your fight being a screaming match that noone but the two of you could hear over the clash of earth and Izuku's strength. You had sent boulder after boulder at him, moving the ground beneath him and wearing him down as much as you could, but he refused to give up, and your body started to tire.

'Oh. So that's why he's special. He's just not like me.'

Those were your thoughts as you were knocked to the floor, the world spinning around you as time seemed to slow to a stop.

He didn't give up when things got rough. But you did. You lay on the floor, taking in the sight of the clear blue sky, so close but so far away, the stands full with cheering onlookers disappearing into the background. It's all just white noise now.

You're absolutely gutted at the loss, and the only spirit left crushed was yours, while Izuku was filled with more resolve than ever.

He was just fundamentally better than you, then.

But that's not fair...

Your face was caked in sweat and blood and most definitely tears as you layed on the floor, barely conscious after Izuku's last attack. Your piercings, which had been a result of your boredom while fucking around with a needle, were literally pissing with blood, and your head was swimming in the pain that encompassed your body.

You barely even noticed when the mossy-headed boy had picked you up, carrying you to the infirmary bridal style.

What you said during your fight had struck a chord in his heart, like it had been plucked straight out, not because you had insulted besically everything he had ever loved or associated with, but because he could perfectly translate what you were saying into what you really felt now that he looked back on it.

You were just so angry, and scared and alone. He wanted to stay by your side. He wasn't pitying you. He was just trying to make friends with the guy who'd almost beaten him during their matchup.

That's what made you hesitantly accept his proposal of friendship when you had next awoken, though you gave him no shortage of side-eye.

Over the course of the next few years, the two of you had actually became real friends, best friends, and you had realised that the feelings you were developing towards him were a little more than just friendly. He had shown you what it was like to actually enjoy things, and have meaningful conversation, and he had helped you make more friends. You had fallen head over heels for him.

Because of him, you were doing better in your classes, and had actually started attending them again. You were picking less fights with random classmates. You had even started to study for written tests, instead of just leaving them blank. Izuku was, and is still so proud of you.

He had treated you like you were an equal, and you had let him into your fragile little heart. Now you were in love.

You had kept it a secret though. Izuku couldn't know that you were in love with him. You had no doubt in your mind that Izuku wouldn't treat anyone differently for being gay, but that's not what you were worried about. You just couldn't handle rejection. Your entire childhood and the years you spent craving acceptance proved that. But you were weak for the moss-top.

Everytime he would bat his eyes at you, or give you that world ending grin that literally set fire to every negative emotion you've ever felt in your life, your heart stuttered. He gave everything meaning.

So when you and Izuku sat in his room and he was once again studying the five piercings on your face, one on each side of your nose, your septum, your bridge, and one little stud at the corner of your lip, you learned in close to plant a kiss to his lips, which were so close to yours that you couldn't help yourself. You were a second away from dreading your fatal mistake until you felt him lean closer, not pulling away or recoiling from you.

The kiss deepened as you let a whimper slip past your lips, which he eagerly swallowed, taking charge of the kiss and pushing you down on the mattress so gently.

That was how you ended up where you are now, naked and writhing under a sweaty, breathless greenette who slowly grinds his hips to meet yours.

He moans as you buck your hips up, pushing him further inside of you as his cheeks flush and he pulls you close. Izuku holds you as you mewl and shiver, kissing you gently and making sure you're okay.

Once you're fully adjusted to the feeling of the intrusion you whine and claw at his back, being oversensitive as he pushes in and out again and again, chasing the pleasure that your wet warmth gives him.

"God- It feels so good- t-to finally get to do this with you... Hah- I love you~"

If someone had told you in the past that you would cry when losing your virginity to Izuku Midoriya, you would've laughed and probably beat the messenger half to death, but now here you are, sniffling and crying into Izuku's neck as he chuckles and runs a soft, but strong hand through your hair.

"I- I love you- Izuku!- Please-!"

Your moans fill the quiet of the room, the only other sounds being Izuku's soft breathing and the rain outside the window, while you and your lover interlock your hands and become one.

He reaches down to stroke your neglected skin, your back arching and drool running down your chin. Your thighs shake and this idiot chuckles again, letting himself move his pelvis a little harder and faster, his abs flexing and rippling with each little movement and reducing you to a little melted puddle in his firm embrace.

Oh, he knows exactly where your prostate is, and he's just teasing you at this point, but you don't even get the chance to huff in annoyance before he suddenly changes his mind, his thrusts becoming more intense and his heart set on bullying the little button inside of you.

He gets exactly what he wanted when you sob and release a steady stream of cum that doesn't shoot, but leaks from you and rolls down your length pitifully, tears running down your face while he reaches his own orgasm deep inside of you. His abdomen twitches and he groans so needily, pulling you closer by the waist in a way that has your eyes rolling back, feeling his hot seed filling every crevice inside of you.

God, he is special. He's everything.

I NEED IT! I NEED SOME OF IT!!!

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Warning: mentions of attempted assault...

Vigilante!Izuku x Villain!Reader

The greenette had been all over the news lately. Of course he has. He's always had a flare for the dramatic.

You, on the other hand, were a little different. You liked to keep yourself free of public attention.

The two of you were just so fundamentally different, that it's just genuinely difficult for you to imagine anything going on between you and him, despite how much he likes to tease and follow you around like a lost puppy.

At least your causes weren't that different though.

He had turned away the chance to become a hero because the title no longer meant anything. It no longer held the same wonder and prestige that it did.

The former heroes are powerless against the government, and law by law, their freedom has been stripped away, taking the magic away from what being a hero once was.

He wanted the freedom to actually be a real hero, without the threat of lawsuit, or the government officials breathing down his neck. He wasn't interested in going to dinner parties with rich snobs, or enforcing laws that were made to be weaponised against groups of innocent citizens.

Everywhere he turned, there was inequality and injustice, from women's rights being taken away, to the demonisation of the poor. He was sick of only being a hero to the rich man. So he turned his back on the legality, because the laws were wrong. He even had AllMight's blessing. He had built a fanbase. The people loved him. You love him.

But you weren't doing this for any greater cause. You were just fucking sick of living in poverty and being spat on by the public and the government. You had been labelled a villain.

Although, the main factor that lead to this label was the evidence provided in court after you had murdered two men in an alley while walking home from work in the dark.

You were a little more than just different from Izuku.

He wanted to save lives. You were okay with cutting them short.

Although the circumstances were very much "kill or be killed" at the time, the law still sees you as a murderer first, and a victim second. So you had ran away from everything. You couldn't get a job, thanks to the fact that you were now a fugitive, and so you had taken to robbing banks, and big industry stores.

At least you had an ethical code though. No stealing from charities, small businesses, or the elderly or disabled. You were completely okay with robbing the dick dressed in an ironed and dry cleaned suit who had just verbally assaulted a homeless man, though.

When Izuku saw this, he laughed, and said "Power to you..."

Don't you just love a feminist man.

You and this fluffy haired, skinny boy had hung out after that for a while, and he had fallen head over heels with you. You were obsessed too, but you weren't sure if you were good enough for him. You had continuously been disadvantaged, and you didn't want to be his disadvantage.

You just couldn't take it.

But he just won't stop bugging you!

Jesus Christ, it's honestly like travelling around with a five year old on a sugar high.

"Pleaaase will you date me? What about now?

"No."

"What about now?"

"No."

"Okay... What about... Nnnnnow-"

"Oh for crying out loud!!"

He was really starting to wear you down, and to be honest, it's hard to say no so many times to something you want so bad. Something that's right there...

"Fine! I'll fucking date you okay? Now shut your stupid face, or I'll shoot that stupidly good looking face off your face!"

He shut up alright. It's pretty hard to talk to someone while your smashing your lips against theirs. You're sure not even the great Deku could do that.

It's like the day chooses this perfect moment to brighten, and the sun comes out from the clouds making a previously, dark and lonely looking street brighten up and transform.

Your eyes widen as he grabs both sides of your face, biting your lip and pushing his tongue into your mouth to woo you. What an idiot. How is this working? The tenseness in your shoulders loosens and you relax as you allow yourself to lean into a kiss that's actually... quite good. How does this little nerd kiss so good?

When he pulls away to smirk at you teasingly, only pressing another quick peck to your lips, he winks at you, one of his hands lowering to your waist while you sigh, resting your forehead against his shoulder.

"So... Go team?"

He snorts and buries a hand in your hair, happy that he can finally stop chasing you, and have you as his own now.

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⌞⊹ Cuddly Muscles ⊹⌝

꒰⊹ Pairing: M. Izuku x reader

꒰⊹ Warnings: none! Pure fluff!

꒰⊹ Sum: Having a lovely cuddle session with your boyfriend's big muscles.

꒰⊹ Tags: @izukuisbaby [tell me if it's to your liking]

Don't tell me he don't gonna have strong muscle cuz he gonna-

No one gonna tell me he ain't-

Most people might seem shocked at first but he ain't that frigial-looking boy who breaks his bones very easily anymore.

As the number one hero and the "symbol of peace," it's known to a hero to have strength, but that ain't only it, of course, only you would know.

Not only does his muscles come for show, but it's also very comforting and best needed whenever you just your boyfriend to share a cuddle session.

"Izuku." You hummed for the hundredth time as you popped your head over the couch, both hands on top as you perfectly copied a cat who's been staring at its owner for the past hours.

And you have.

It's been around three hours since your boyfriend came home from a day of work and the many stacks of additional paperwork he'd taken home to finish after an event-long week.

You don't mind waiting, but you aren't that patient anyway. You've been staring at the guy scribbling on paper and scrolling on his phone every now and then for the past time now, the same action has been making you bored to even watch.

The weather was, even more, hotter than the weekdays, even the AC that your boyfriend installed wasn't even to cool your body. Hence why you've been staring at your boyfriend. Hence why he's shirtless.

A moment of silence came after you're not so cheerful plea, waiting only a minute until he was shuffling with papers and stretching from his desk chair only to look at your pouted face resting on the head of the couch.

"Yeah?" He quirked a bow, giving one of the smiles that he came to give only to you and you only. He was practically glued to his desk and work. Telling you every five minutes that's he's almost done, but he did caught your desperate plea this time.

"Can we cuddle?" You pouted, tilting your head to side so it would rest on your forearm nicely. The question must have came off as a surprise, making the boy before you blink several times before opening his mouth to speak.

"Now? Like right now?" He looked back in question, taking a glance at his work and then back at you.

"Pleeease." You whined, practically begging for his attention to move from the huge stack of papers that's been slowly decreasing but not arriving at half yet. It's not like you didn't understand that he had a job and responsibilities.

You knew his job meant a lot. He saves the world and keeps it away from all chaos.

But you also wanted the other piece of your boyfriend that was yours. The boyfriend that would cuddle you when you have a stressful day and stay with you until you felt better to sleep in his strong arms, like today.

He sighed and nodded, sending you a smile before pushing his chair back and spinning to get out of his wooden cage and heading to one of his drawers as he spoke. "Uh, sure just let me grab a shirt-"

"You're fine." You replied, almost faster than light when he took a sharp turn from where he stood. You met with a shocked face, his mouth agape, looking for something to say in his defense but couldn't as you took his chance to.

"Just come over here..." Voice almost close to a whisper, your eyes remaining the same as you stared down at his vibrant green ones, fingers tapping the cloth impatiently. "Please."

And who was he to deny your request?

"Squishy..." You muttered as both your thumb and pointer finger grabbed piece of his shoulder flesh, pinching it gently a few times in a row, only to gain a giggle from your boyfriend and you returning it with a half tired smile.

"Baby, is everything okay?" A somewhat guilt washed over him as he asked, seeing that he practically ignored your pleas thinking that you'd wait like any other day.

But also because he's being the caring boyfriend he is.

"I just need a hug from my very strong boyfriend." Voice muffled as you found your nesting place in between his neck, wrapping your arms perfectly around his back, embracing him fully. "And his very strong muscles."

"If it's a hug you need, it's a hug you'll get." He gently squeezed your hips where his hands rested, bringing you closer to his body as his slowly massaged your back.

"I'm here whenever you need one."

©izueli

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