Aizawa X Y/n - Tumblr Posts - Page 2

dry wells

summary: being dependable is hard when you have no one to fall back on. you learn that the hard way. aizawa is there to remind you that all you have to do is ask. 

word count: 3.0 k

pairing(s): aizawa shouta x reader

genre | includes: stress, comfort, sfw, gender neutral reader, poc friendly reader, one (1) swear word, brief self-deprecation

author’s note: this is my first work on here and it is purely self indulgent. i hope anyone who feels the same way gets some form of comfort and reassurance from this ! please let me know what you think ! also please ignore me mentioning in the heights in absolutely everything i do. i can’t help it lol

Shouta values functional relationships. Quality over quantity, as cliché as it is, is the bread and butter of his social interactions. His brunch meetups and nights on the town are few and far between, but, contrary to common belief, he enjoys them very much. He doesn’t spend extra time around people he dislikes, so if he’s doing anything, he does it with company he enjoys. It’s as simple as that. The amount of people that belong in his circle are small, and the number has been waning gradually over the years. Without question, his closest companions are Hizashi and Nemuri. As fed up as he acts with them, he leaves every moment with them feeling lighter.

Except for when they’re working. He’d never get used to their faculty room antics no matter how hard he tried. And they weren’t the only problem. There's just something about the fluorescent lighting in the school building that drains every ounce of energy from him. Factor all that in with less than 4 hours of sleep and problem children at every corner? Coffee never stood a chance. (That doesn’t mean he’ll stop trying.)

Yes, it was exhausting, but Shouta likes to think he’s got it all under control. At least he knows what to expect. By now, it’s routine; Nemuri gossips about student drama (“Kobayashi Mariko from one of the second year support classes cheated on their girlfriend with a business department third year”), Hizashi reacts at a volume louder than necessary (“You’re kidding. The poor girl must be crushed”), everyone hears and begins to chime in (“I thought they already broke up, I saw her with Kato Misaki from general studies at the mall last weekend” “Well, that doesn’t mean anything. People go to the mall with their friends all the time” “But they kissed” “Tell me you’re joking”), Shouta sighs a deep, aching sigh in preparation for the headache that's about to kick in, and less than a minute later, right on schedule, a low chuckle comes from beside him as you set down a cup of coffee and greet him with a cheeky, “good morning, sunshine”.

Living the life of a hero, constantly stepping out into the world unsure if he’d return, Shouta has come to be appreciative of the slight pleasures in his life. One of those pleasures is you. He couldn’t always afford the luxury of routine, yet there you always were. You were just enough joy to last the day. Gentle when the time calls for it; brutally honest when need be. Comfortable in your skin, you expressed yourself in the way you knew others would understand while being unapologetically yourself. When Shouta started working at UA, he’d shadowed you for a semester, learning your tips and tricks for nurturing the new generation of heroes. Despite graduating the year after him, you’d established an aura of authority and dependability that not even he could ignore. Long after he’d done the same, you still offered your services and assistance in whatever way you could. How you managed to take on other people’s workloads he’d never know, he just knew he was grateful for you. 

You were a different kind of teasing than Nemuri, a tamer happy than Hizashi. You were reliable in every sense and unwavering in your identity. Students flocked to you for advice as you undulated naturally between teacher and older sibling. You could easily take command of a room and just as quickly get everyone laughing. You stomped out defiance and made tiktok references in the same breath. Your presence brought relief; if you were here, everything would be figured out. Everyone just knew no matter what it is, (y/n)’s got it under control. 

So when you shuffled into the faculty room half an hour late, eyes puffy and bloodshot, your usual confidence nowhere in sight, Shouta did a double take. The other teachers were preoccupied with this week’s “tea” (he’d heard Ashido use the term alongside other colloquial phrases he was far too removed to understand) and had yet to notice you. Judging by how you’d flinched at a louder than necessary gasp, it was a good thing. 

What was normally a purposeful strut to the coffee station was now an aimless lumber. You changed course several times as if you’d forgotten the configuration of the room. Your arms were unsure as they unfolded and reached for the pot. From where he sat, Shouta could see your hands shake while pouring your coffee. They hovered over the countertop awkwardly as usual routine became foreign to your distracted mind. You clumsily spilled sugar and whimpered as creamer splashed over the rim of the cup. Your arm knocked over the nearly empty container of stirrers as you reached for napkins and it seemed to be the final straw. Blinking rapidly at the ceiling and taking shaky breaths did nothing to stop the silent tears from burning trails down your cheeks. You sniffled once, twice, and rubbed frantically at your eyes. Shouta wasn’t one for comfort, but leaving you to break down in a high school teacher’s lounge over a cup of coffee at 7:30 am didn’t sit quite right with him. As he stood to confront you (confront sounded violent and all too certain for what he was about to do. What exactly he was about to do, he had no clue), you let out a choked sob and escaped to the door, leaving the coffee and stirrers in disarray on the countertop. 

“What’s wrong with (y/n)?” someone asked, as you pushed past Vlad and made a mad dash to somewhere beyond the lounge’s field of vision. Shouta was too preoccupied with packing his files and following you to check who said it. 

Sometimes Shouta forgets that you’re also a stealth hero, but moments like this remind him (he says “moments like this” like this happens often. He wouldn’t be chasing after you if this wasn’t out of the ordinary- if he wasn’t concerned). You were fast and, by God, were you hard to find. It didn’t help that classes started in less than half an hour and the early-bird students had started wandering campus. At least this proved you were more than capable as a hero; even in your distress, you could blend into a crowd with ease. 

He chased your trail until you hit a quiet stairwell and collapsed into a heap of sorrow under the railing. Now that you were within reach, Shouta realized he honestly didn’t know what to do. Operating at night and dwelling in the shadows for the majority of his career, Shouta had broken up trafficking rings, rescued victims of abuse, and toppled organized crime circuits, but comforting his colleague was way above his pay grade. But there was very little about this profession that involved staying in one’s comfort zone. It was as he’d overheard All Might tell Problem Child #1 (they weren’t slick; neither of them could whisper very well, let alone keep secrets), a hero’s body moves before they think. So here he was, body in a forgotten stairwell, mind still in the teacher’s lounge 3 floors and a 5 minute cardio workout away.

He didn’t know how many times he had to say it, but you’d been nothing but dependable. He’d never once had to worry about you. If he thought back far enough, your few encounters with him as UA students served memories of the same. You came just after Hizashi and Nemuri on the list of people he could tolerate, but higher than them at the same time. He wasn’t sure why. 

You always called a cab for him after faculty bar crawls, regardless of whether or not he was sober. You were the first face he saw after the USJ incident at the beginning of the year. You’d often come to his apartment (now his room in the dorms) to keep him company while you both graded papers. Late into an evening of exasperated comments and mood-lightening jokes, you, without fail, would snatch away his stacks of papers and force him to sleep. By the time he woke up, they were graded and organized by student and subject. 

He… liked having you around. Not just because you did things to help him, it was more than that, Shouta just had no idea what else it was. Maybe it was that way that before he entered the cabs you called for him, you always demanded he text you to let you know he was home. It may be hidden in how you would grab his arm when he waved off your worry, and you’d look into the depths of his soul with searching eyes. “I’m serious, Shouta. Promise me,” and he would, because he could never lie to you. 

Maybe the answer lies within the time you told everyone to get rest as you stayed to listen to the nurses explain how to change his bandages when the Nomu left him bedbound. How, like clockwork, you’d knock on his front door, push him onto his couch, and ignore his protests to change the bandages he had been neglecting for school assignments and patrol. Had it been Hizashi, he wouldn’t have made it past the door. Don’t get him wrong, Hizashi is still Shouta’s closest friend, but neither of them would have lasted the period of time it took to properly unwrap, discard, disinfect, apply, and rewrap. It was probably because he knew you’d make it easier that Shouta let you stay. That was definitely it. And it was because he was comfortable around you that he gave you the second spare key to his room. That’s also why he let you detangle his hair while he slept and you finished grading papers under his kotatsu. You made him comfortable and he was grateful, that’s all. Had he ever done anything to pay you back? He was too young for his memory to fail him, so the answer was probably no.

That changed today.

Your shoulders shook more violently as time passed and it made Shouta realize how long he’d been lost in thoughts about you and that he was yet to actually help you. Trance now broken, he took a seat next to your trembling form and inhaled deeply before speaking. 

“Is it okay if I touch you?” stupid stupid stupid stupid why was that the first thing to come out of your mouth what the fuck they’re gonna say no and never speak to you agai-

You looked up abruptly, startling Shouta the slightest bit. You looked… awful. He wasn’t going to sugar coat it. Dried tears left tracks down your cheeks and fresh, hot ones made new trails right through them. Your eyes were hesitant- glossy and unfocused, lips etched in a wobbly frown. Your nose was running and your brows were pinched. Maybe this was more than Shouta signed up for. Before he could back away or call Nemuri or Hizashi for help, you scooted closer to him and wrapped your arms around his torso. When your wet face buried into his shoulder, Shouta sighed once again. When he asked if he could touch you he really only expected to put a consoling hand on your shoulder. Nevertheless, he wrapped his arms around your frame as you shook.

You both sat like that for a short while. No words were exchanged. Just you clinging to the fabric of his clothes and him holding you in place. You counted the dull thudding of your heartbeat. Somewhere in the back of your mind you acknowledged that it was beating in time with Shouta’s. At the calming realization that you weren’t alone, your hiccups slowed and reduced to occasional sniffles. That was good. You began to pull away, wiping at your face. That was not good. Shouta’s mind came to a record scratching halt. Why exactly was it not good? Sure he enjoyed having you in his arms but- no. He was going to stop there. This was much too dangerous a thought path to be going down. He was only here to comfort you. Let’s get back to that. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” Shouta looked down at you, still somewhat curled into yourself. Curled into him.

You then sighed and straightened, “I don’t know what there is to talk about. I don’t know what’s wrong. It’s all just too much, I can’t catch a break,” your voice wobbled again for a moment and Shouta was afraid you’d cry again. You swallowed thickly before continuing.

“There’s too much going on and no time to address any of it. Things keep getting piled onto my plate, but I can’t sacrifice the rest of what has to be done. Crime is skyrocketing, we’re switching curriculums, I just got assigned to the Shie Hassaikai case, and my family is in town. On top of that, Hound Dog doesn’t have enough space in his schedule to accommodate the influx of students seeking help, so I’m the temporary counselor. I’m applying for grad school right now and once I start there’s no end in sight,” as you made yourself vulnerable in front of someone for the first time, your voice increased in pitch.

“Everyone is suffering and I feel like I’m the only one who can fix everything, but I can’t. And it frustrates me so much because I always fix everything, so there has to be something wrong with me if I can’t do it now. I’m tired, but I can’t be. I’m drowning but I have to make sure everyone else gets to shore first. I’m scared of letting everyone down.” There. It was all out. Your dirty laundry was out in the open. The words that hung heavy in the air brought clarity as they washed over Shouta like the eye drops you once had to force him to use. He watched in understanding as you sagged against the steps behind you.

Of course you felt like you couldn’t catch a break. You were doing everything for everyone all the time. Everyone could depend on you but who could you depend on? Shouta cursed himself internally for not picking up the signs earlier. He prides himself on his perceptiveness, but he couldn’t see that one of his closest companions was working themselves to the bone. He was doing a terrible job. But there would be time to berate himself later, you were his priority right now.

“There’s only so much one person can give. A well has no use when it’s run dry. It doesn’t make sense for you to do everything in the name of pleasing others. You’re entitled to being selfish. You can say no. Nobody will fault you for it. You are a good person regardless of whether or not you help whenever the opportunity arises. You’ve done more than enough to last several lifetimes. Everyone cannot rely on you all the time. You cannot shoulder everyone’s burdens. Don’t forget that you can ask for help too,” that was more than Shouta had said at once in at least a week. How special were you?

“Does that mean I’m allowed to rely on you?” you peeked at him from the corner of your eyes, trying to conceal… something. Was it hope? Relief? Admiration? Whatever it was, it made Shouta nervous. He looked away.

“Of course. We’re... coworkers. And you’ve always been helpful, it would be remiss of me not to return the favor,” his words left a soft smile on your face. He hadn’t done much, just told you what you needed to hear. You’d need time to internalize it, but you were already feeling more grounded. And this coworkers thing...

“Just coworkers? You don’t sound so sure,” you teased as the tell-tale glow of red eyes and floating hair from Shouta’s quirk accompanied a light dusting of red on the apples of his cheeks. 

He stood quickly, brushing the dirt from the stairs off of his pants, “Class starts in 10 minutes, you should get cleaned up.”

You chuckled (that was good) and stood beside him. Without a second thought, you grabbed his arm and began to walk in the direction of the faculty room. You didn’t teach during the first period of the day, but he still needed his folders.

“I will. I just wanted to escort my coworker to his classroom first,” you reply cheekily. The pep returned to your step and your heart felt lighter. The only evidence that you had been anything other than happy was the redness of your eyes and the wet splotches in Shouta’s shirt. It felt good to have someone to rely on so you let yourself indulge in the feeling a little longer. You leaned into him as you conversed about everything from lesson plans to the menu Lunch Rush posted for the day.

“That musical you like, In The Heights, they made it into a movie right?” Shouta blurted before he could stop himself. Stupid stupid stupid stupid-

“Yes, they did. Why?” you knew why. You could hardly conceal your smile.

“Would you like to see it this weekend? With me, I mean. We could get coffee after. You deserve the break. Or we could just grade papers because-”

“Because we’re just coworkers right?” you cut him off with a sly smirk as you came to a stop in front of the teacher’s lounge’s doors, “I’d love to. We’ll talk details later, yeah? Class starts in 2 minutes.”

“Okay,”

“Okay,” there was that hesitation in your eyes again. Before Shouta got the chance to analyze what it could have meant, you leaned in and pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek and turned on your heels. You were going to talk to Nezu about taking a break.

He couldn’t keep the small smile off his face if he tried.

— —

“-And I heard from Rokuda from 3-C who heard from Kobayashi from 3-E who was walking with Takane from 2-D that (y/n) kissed Aizawa in the hallways yesterday.”

“I heard it was a little more than that, I’m talking janitor’s closet” “No” “Don’t shoot the messenger. That’s what I heard from Tsukino from 2-B” “Oh my God”

As you slid the door open, Shouta in tow, you cocked a brow at the quick hushes and suspicious eye-contact from everyone in the room.

“Did I miss something?”

© mamasbakeria 2021. do not repost, translate (without permission), or modify 

purr him to sleep

prompt: “you put your cat quirk to good use when you notice aizawa’s has been having trouble sleeping at night”

pairing: aizawa x reader

word count: 636

warnings: none 

genre: pure fluff

NOTE: this is short,, i just thought the idea was cute and NEEDED to get it out :P ALSO see what i did there "put him to sleep" -> "purr him to sleep"?? i'm a genius

so we know that aizawa is tired 24/7

and we also know that cat purrs lower human stress levels and calm them down

:>

now, your boyfriend usually doesn’t have much trouble sleeping at night

he lays down and knocks out directly

unlike you - who is kind of night-active 

but that helps you monitor his sleep patterns, as creepy as that sounds??

so usually, when he wakes up in the middle of the night you either,

a) cuddle him back to sleep or

b) make him a chamomile tea and cuddle him back to sleep

which usually works??

but with more villains appearing every day, he can’t help but overthink at night, rendering him sleepless 

you, being the observant girlfriend you are, started to notice this

not to mention that he gets very easily irritable when he’s tired so it just makes the atmosphere worse honestly

“hey, shota?”

“what’s up, kitty?” he responded, sounding aloof as his tired eyes were staring into his computer screen

“why dont ‘ya get some sleep? it’s getting late.”

he glanced over at the clock

1.23am

“i’ll go to sleep soon, i just want to find out some more information about the LOV..”

you sighed softly

your feet padded against the carpet quietly, and if he didn’t listen closely he would likely not hear your footsteps getting closer

your tri-color tail was swinging behind you as you leaned over the couch to peer at his laptop, an idea suddenly popping into your mind 

“mind if i nap where while you do?”

he was used to you being clingy, so he scooted over to give you more space, you immediately hopping over to take a seat beside him

you picked up his arm, forcibly making him embrace you and you made yourself comfortable, head on his chest 

he continued typing at his laptop, only hesitating a little when soft purrs started escaping your lips

one hand of his went up to scratch behind your ear before he went back to work :(((

he thought it was so adorable oml 

at first it was your mission to comfort him but your purrs were honestly justified, feeling all safe and cozy

nonetheless your plan was working, the soft purrs calming his heart rate and breathing

his mind was getting all foggy and he couldn’t concentrate because you were just so nicely warm and your purrs were so comforting and all he wanted to do was snuggle up to you and sleep :(

and when he looked down at you, not quite asleep but not awake enough to comprehend anything, that’s exactly what he decided to do 

he closed his laptop and carried you to your bedroom, your body unconsciously leaning closer to him

which, btw made his heart swell

it just felt so good to finally lay down??

he pulled you on top of him so your head was still rested on his chest and almost instantly fell asleep, your little purrs only getting louder as you drifted off to sleep

the next morning you both woke up at 11am

that’s the longest time he’s ever slept

he usually wakes up really early in case he gets called because of a villain attack or something 

he woke up and he felt so?? well rested??

you smiled up at him “i’m guessing my plan to purr you to sleep worked?”

“you did that on purpose?!”

“hehe.”

he acted offended but he loved it lmao

from then on that became your little thing, every night he felt stressed you sat there and purred on his chest, calming him down nearly instantly

those nights were the nights he slept best <3

you didn’t mind either lol, cats dont sleep for 16 hours for nothing

plus you get to cuddle your boyfriend???

win-win situation, thats all

<3

requests: open

read rules before requesting

Aizawa's New Girl

mentions: Unhappy marriage, Wifie material, tease, Fluff.

reblogs are appreciated <3

I am taking requests

Aizawa has been best friends with you since you both were in high school.You've loved him for such a long time but he’s been married for 5 years now. Recently, that means 2 years ago he hated his marriage. His wife started bitching for kids. His words not yours. He was not ready for that. From there she started making life impossible for him as well. Here he is now at your home.

“ I think I should divorce her.” he said to you. You are all for it. “You should divorce her Shōta. She’s been treating you like crap. How do you even deal with that?” you asked and served him dinner.You’re basically his wife at this point. You have been cooking his meals. He passes by for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Every week he comes to wash his clothes since he doesn’t even want to see her face. After a while he’d leave his clothes in your guest room. Sometimes he crashes the night. “ I’m tired of her. I nap during school hours, to me that says a lot. My favorite meal. You’re the best y/n.” he said. You felt bad for him. He’s your best friend.  “I’m here to support you. Always.” you said.

2 weeks later he got a great lawyer and he kicked his wife out of HIS house. He’s healing and you’re there to support him. “Thanks for helping me with this. You’re always by my side. I appreciate everything you do for me.” he said. “ Better together, remember.” you replied. You then heard banging from the door. He checked the cameras and you got your quirk ready. “It’s her. Don’t worry. I’ve got this.” he said pressing a button. You heard the sprinklers go off and you started laughing. He laughed along with you. Her screams made it even funnier. 

Time passed and he is happily divorced. He ended up moving in with you and left his old home as a vacation home. You bring him lunch every day to work. As you walked inside the students whispered. Some of the male students were drooling. You were wearing simple clothing. Although your top did show cleavage and your skirt was very teaseful. You walked up to the boys. “Hey, your Aizawa’s students. Can you tell me where I can find him if he’s not in this office?” You asked with a smile. The girls immediately knew you loved him. “ you’re so pretty.” Denki said. “Thank you sweetie” you replied “If he’s not in this office, he’s in class or resting outside,” Bakugou said. You booped his nose. The rest tried holding back their laughs. “DO YOU WANT TO DIE !!??” He yelled. “WHY YOU DISRESPECTFUL SON OF A BI-“ you yelled and got interrupted by the love of your life. “Hey” he greeted. “you’re in love with him, right? Omg?” Mina was losing her mind. “Uh, he’s my bestie girly pop.” You replied. “Yeah, which is why you show up every day with lunch for him.” She giggled. The girls giggled and whispered. “Umm, I made your favorite today. I hope you enjoy it.” You said handing him a large bento box. He looked at you up and down, loving how sexy you look. He gulped as he took the bento box from you.“I always enjoy your meals. I appreciate you coming to drop off lunch.” He replied and soon you had to head home. “Mr.Aizawa you were totally checking her out. She is a goddess you better make a move before somebody else does.” Mina said and the rest of the girls agreed. She was right and deep down he knew that so once school ended he went to buy you a pretty diamond jewelry set, a special specific ring, and a bouquet of 100 red roses. He was taking forever. “It’s already 9pm,” you said aloud. “Mhm, maybe something came up with hero work.” You yawned. Minutes later he showed up. “Y/n! Hey! Sorry, I’m late, come downstairs! I have something for you!” He called out. “I’m in the kitchen!” You replied cleaning the counter. “Close your eyes.” He ordered and you did just that. He stood in front of you. “Open.” He said. You opened your eyes and saw the beautiful sight. “ I know…I suck at gifts but umm…I hope this shows how much I love and appreciate everything you do for me. I’m trying to ask if you want to be my girlfriend? Partner? Wife? Girlfriend?” He asked, choosing many titles because he had no idea what he was doing. “ Girlfriend and then hopefully wife.” You replied. You shared a soft and loving kiss with him. Aizawa has no idea how much his life is going to change now that he’s with the woman he’s always loved and will forever.

Aizawa x FtM!Reader Prompt — Accidental Nudes

MDNI — NSFW — Prompt can be used with credits :)

It was midnight. Y/N is in his teacher dorm, texting Aizawa, his best friend.

—

Y/N: Yeah, I took a picture of a cat I saw on my way back home, here

—

Y/N sent a photo to Aizawa, but instead of the cat, it was his nude. Y/N didn't realise until it was too late.

—

Y/N: OH MY GOD

Y/N: WRONG CAT IM SO SORRY

Aizawa: Damn...

Aizawa: Didn't know I was missing out on this kind of good kitty

—

Behind the screen, Aizawa was looking at the photo, admiring it while palming his growing boner.

—

Aizawa: If you ever want to send more, go ahead

REQUEST FROM @miotireire !!!!!!! warnings: teasing, b0ndage

featuring: shouta aizawa

Aizawa nsfw headcanons

- he loves to do quickies but also loves taking his sweet time on you till you can handle it no more

- loves eating you out

- loves to hear your moans and shush you when the kids are sleeping

- BONDAGE is his thing!! when you're being to loud at night, he'll shut binding cloth so that the girls don't hear you

-grips the headboard while doing the missionary

-he likes to take advantage of you w/ his binding cloth

-take out his own frustration on you when he comes back from work

sfw headcanons

- neck kisses & morning kisses

- admires your body

- calls you his princess

-lays in between your legs while tracing circles on your thighs

-hes a teaser

-cuddling ofc his also his thing

-very touchy

-loves when you play with his hair

*extra* both of you have matching sleeping bags, and sleep like lazy cats

on a busy morning rainy day, running late to work while walking towards the daycare, thinking to yourself how stressful everything has become ever since you got the position of working as a secretary and also being a single a mother, but you did everything to make your daughter happy, and stayed strong for her. As you got to the doors of the daycare, you felt people come from behind you, feeling a cool breeze from the door constantly opening, your daughter randomly started running behind you,

Lillith: “Mom this is my best friend.”

making you turn around and make eye contact with a tall man, he looked tired, cold stare, un-cut beard, wearing baggy clothes, he looked so stressed and done with everything but the small figure right next to him was a white haired girl with a small horn on her upper right side of her head,

Eri: “Hello Ma’am My name is Eri, and this is my Father Shouta”

As you were about to shake his hand you thought to yourself, how can this man manage to look good even when looks so deprived. “its a pleasure to meet you both, My name is Y/N and this is my daughter Lilith.” It stayed silent for a sec until the man decided to speak

Aizawa: “Its a pleasure to meet you as well, Eri has been constantly talking about a good friend she made during daycare.”

Your head went blank when he opened his mouth, something about his voice sounded so deep and raspy in a good day of course, which then you came back to reality. “my daughter has also been constantly been talking about a friend she made during daycare as well, but just never got the time to come in and see for myself, cause of work… but i believe i’ve never seen you around here.” “I believe that this is our first time meeting here.” said Aizawa, for a moment your heard dropped and looked at the clock and decided that it was time to head out.“Apologies but i’m running late to work, its was nice chatting with you, good bye.” you gave your daughter her goodbye kiss, said by to Eri, and headed straight towards the door. “Is their anyway that I could chat with you again? or have your number.” said Aizawa but you left running to work feeling bad for not responding back. It was pouring so he stayed standing on the sidewalk but left the daycare after your presence disappeared from the distance.

As you were finishing off your paperwork and getting ready to leave, feeling tired while making your way towards the daycare, you saw Aizawa sitting on the benches from inside while watching the girls play tea party, making him jump from the sudden opening door,

Y/N: “Have you been here all afternoon?”..

He stayed silent while staring at the girls playing on the ball pit. You made your way around him, making yourself sit next to him feeling nervous because he didn’t hear you, but to your surprise he was asleep, You giggled in your head deciding to tap him on the shoulder. Took him a while to wake up but was surprised by your presence, “I got here 10 minutes ago and randomly fell asleep……” “work must be tiring you.” He looked at you for a hot minute but you weren’t paying attention other than your daughter playing with Eri. “Lillith its time to go home now.” your daughter whined and whined of not wanting to leave, while making your way towards her, Aizawa got up and asked for a way to stay in contact with you, making you turn around. “Oh sure let me just grab a pen and paper from my bag.” He watched you write out your phone number on the paper, while on the other hand your daughter still didn’t wanna leave. “here you go, but i have to leave now….” “Are you perhaps free tomorrow?”

it made your stomach float, did this man start liking you from just this morning? “yes, I am why is that?” he paused for a sec trying to figure out something to say. “Well Id like to get to know you, we could also take out the girls out to play.”

Y/N: “That sounds like a good idea, around what time?”

Aizawa: “perhaps 4?”

*time skip*

After a few months of being around him, you started to like him , and developed a strong relationship with him but yet didn’t quite know him very well, the only thing you knew about him is that he’d be come back from work all tired and had such a soft spot for both Eri and your daughter. Why was he keeping his life a secret from you? but you ignored it for a while but later on you fell for him, their never was a day that he treated you badly, He'd always treated you like his treasure, his princess, you felt comfortable around him that you even invited him to stay over at your house, he'd always after coming back from work, bring a bouquet of roses, it made you question at first but you loved how much of sweet man he is, you'd take care of Eri along with your daughter because he worked everyday unlike you had a couples days off, but made him his favorite meal earning a kiss from it. One night everything changed after you both decided that its best to feel comfortable sleeping on a shared bed, made you nervous since some days, he wouldn't show up to sleep with you due to him coming late from work making sleep on the couch. One night he come home frustrated and decided to go to your shared bedroom, he didn't wanna wake you up, but started giving you small kisses on your back shoulder and being touchy then before, kissed your neck and your ear making you squirm, confused with was going on, he then hugged you out of the blue, getting you more confused than ever. "Shouta is everything okay?" again a silent respond until he spoke, "lets just stay like this for a little longer please.." You didn't wanna question him more of what was going on, and respected his space. "Did I ever mention that I am a Pro-Hero...." said Aizawa, "is that why you've been hiding your personal life from me?, that's why you also been coming home from work all exhausted, I understand why now but I'm not mad, as long as you don't get hurt then its fine by me." He then got up and gave you a sweet kiss and said "I appreciate it."

"I love you Shouta, promised me that you'll never get hurt." He felt tranquil from the words coming out of your mouth, he knew that he found someone that loved him and someone to call a family. "I love you too Y/N, and ill promise ill come home w/ not scratches." He later then dozed off into your arms, you wondered to yourself why he was so afraid to tell you, but happy that he had the courage to tell you now, you laid him down while brushing his hair off his face and gave him a small peck on the lips, feeling happy to be with him, you hugged him to sleep, and later than dozed off as well..

psssst... I will mention it again: request are open, just dm me the story line, and what type of story it'll be!! anyways thank you for reading ^^

Nicotine | Aizawa Shota x Reader

Summary ~ When you started dating Shota, you knew what you were signing up for. What you didn’t expect to happen was for everything between you both to come crumbling down, leaving you pinned beneath the rubble and Shota not even realizing it.

Tags/Warnings ~ Minors DNI, NSFW content, Inspired by Nicotine by Panic at the Disco, hurt no comfort, angst, failed relationship, past relationship neglect, cursing, break up, sad ending, use of Y/N

Note ~ Hey Lovelies, I wrote this one night when I was craving some angst, lol. I did include some of the lyrics from Nicotine, sorry if it's cringe. Anyway, hope y'all enjoy the read? It is very angst forward so.. I don't know.. trigger warning..? Love and appreciate you, Lovelies! <3

You had shown up to his apartment not long after he called..

Again.

As soon as you were through the door, the two of you had dove right into sloppily making out and pawing off each other’s clothing..

Again.

You two had taken your heaving chests, kiss bitten lips, panted moans, and lust heated bodies straight to his bedroom without having a proper conversation beforehand..

Again!

You let out a loud moan, your orgasm taking over your mind, as Shota gives one last thrust and groans into your mouth in one last open-mouthed sloppy kiss as he cums. He stays on top of you for a moment, lazily making out with you, before he slowly pulls out and flops onto his back next to you.

As you both lay there panting and coming down from your highs you close your eyes. Shota slowly gets up, tying off the condom and heading to the bathroom to throw it away and clean himself up.

The post-orgasm clarity hits you and the feeling of disappointment fills you as you sit up. You let out a heavy sigh as you rub your hands over your still flushed face and swing your legs over the side of the bed. Your eyes scan the floor for your clothes, more negative and heavy emotions stacking themselves on top of the disappointment. Collecting your clothes from off of the floor, you start to get dressed.

“What are you doing?” Shota asks from the doorway of the bathroom, startling you a bit.

You don’t turn around to face him because you know that his face is either it’s usual tired disinterest or it’s occasional tired confusion.

“I’m getting dressed.” You state, attempting to make your tone blank and void of emotion.

“That much was obvious, (Y/N). Why are you getting dressed?” He says, his tone slightly more irritated than normal.

“This was a mistake, Shota.” You bite out, already feeling the sting of tears in your eyes.

You feel the bed dip behind you and hear Shota let out an exasperated breath as he sits down heavily.

“You said that the last three times we.. did this. I don’t understand what the problem i-”

“The problem is that we are stuck in this horrible on and off situation, Shota. I.. I can’t do it anymore..” You say, cutting him off and trying so desperately to keep your tone controlled and even.

“The only reason we’re ‘on and off’ is because you thought that being with a Pro Hero who also teaches full-time would be a walk in the fucking park, (Y/N).” Shota angrily spits, both of you still sitting with your backs facing each other.

A bitter rage floods your body and you lose the will to hold back any longer, “I never thought that, Shota! I knew it would be difficult but I was ready to put in the effort required to make it fucking work! I poured so much effort int-”

“I did, t-” Shota’s raised voice cut you off but you only let him get those couple of words out before doing the same.

“In the beginning you did, yes! But where did it go, Shota?!” You yell, turning around to face him.

“(Y/N)..” He growls out but you don’t let him get any further, once again, as everything that you’ve been trying to bury bubbles out of you.

“It’s been a year since our last date! A fucking year! All we do anymore is sleep, fuck, and go to work! I can barely remember the last meal we shared together! I fucking understood what it was that I had signed up for but it got to a point where I didn’t even feel like we were in a relationship anymore!” You continue yelling, your whole body heated from anger and tears streaming down your face.

“Y- you’re.. You’re worse than nicotine, Shota! I keep telling myself ‘one more hit and then we’re through’ but I can’t fucking stay away from you! It’s like I can constantly taste you on my lips and I can’t get rid of you! Every single day, whether I’m with or without you, fucking hurts!” Your yells crumble into choked sobs and you bury your face into your hands.

Shota is standing across from you, the bed between you both, just staring at you in silence. His eyes are the slightest bit shiny, his face is scrunched up as if he is in pain, and it’s the most emotion that you’ve seen on his face in a year. His mouth opens and closes a few times but no words come out. You compose yourself enough to look up at him with a heated glare.

“Did you even love me back the same way I loved you, Shota?” You ask bitterly. You’re met with more silence and nod your head with a dry, humorless chuckle.

“We’re done for real this time, Aizawa. Don’t fucking call me again.” You spit out as you gather the rest of your stuff and make your way out of his apartment.

You sit in your car for a few minutes screaming and choking on hard sobs over the pain of your heart shattering. “This was the last fucking time!! I fucking swear it!!”  You scream at your steering wheel, praying to any and every higher power that may be out there to give you the strength to resist getting one more fucking hit.

Note ~ Someone please tell me that I am not the only one who will actively seek out angst, sometimes.. Is it healthy? Probably not. Will I continue to look for or write angst? Yes. Anyways, thank you all so much for the love! My amazing Lovelies, I love and appreciate all of you! <3

Taking Over Me | Aizawa Shota x Reader

Part One | Part Two | Part Three |

Tags/Warnings ~ Fem!Guardian Angel!Reader, canon typical violence, character injury, angst, hurt, comfort, fluff, medium-slow burn because Shota is bad at feelings, more tags to come as the story develops..

Note ~ Hi, Lovelies! Here's the next part of the story, I hope that you all enjoy! And if y'all could, please send some motivational vibes my way because I am sorely lacking! Anyway, I love and appreciate you all, My Lovelies! <3

You sit at the end of Shota’s hospital bed watching him sleep. It wasn’t long after arriving at the hospital that his translucent figure flickered harshly, then vanished. Much to your relief, his ghostly apparition’s disappearance only meant that his soul firmly planted itself back into his body. But sitting cross-legged at his feet, your eyes tracing the bandages covering his face, you still feel such a strong sense of failure. Along with the failure is a new, unfamiliar feeling.. loneliness.

The day passed with Shota stuck in a deep, medication-induced slumber. Doctors and nurses came in and out of the room to check on him. At one point, Hizashi came by to sit at Shota’s bedside and quietly cry for a bit. You had spoken some with his Protector, the being feeling it necessary to commend you on all of your efforts to keep Shota safe during the attack. Despite your feelings on the matter, you thanked the other Protector for their kind words. When Hizashi was told that he had to leave for the night, his Protector bid you farewell and you nodded your head to them as they left.

The hours tick by slower than you’ve ever felt before, but soon enough light from the full moon outside casts a wondrous glow in the room. You marvel at it as you sometimes do since beings such as yourself don’t require sleep. After a while, the feeling of being watched pulls your attention from the window. You look first toward the door, wondering if a nurse and their Protector had somehow sneaked into the room. Seeing no other being, you slowly turn your gaze to Shota’s face, eyes widening as they meet his partially opened ones.

“Do you sit at my feet like a cat every night?” He asks, his voice barely above a whisper as he continues looking at you with lidded eyes. A cross between a scoff and a bewildered laugh leaves your mouth. You choose to ignore your confusion, obviously something about this lifetime is different, even if you don’t know what or why.

“I do not… Oftentimes, I stand at a window and observe the night… I can move if you are uncomfortable with my current position…” You offer, already preparing to stand.

“No… The static feeling of your presence is.. nice.” He whispers as his eyes slip shut, his breathing deepening to the usual cadence it takes when he’s asleep.

‘He.. he can feel my presence..?’ You ask yourself as you sit in silent shock. You shift back into your original position and wish that there was someone or some other being you could hurl all of your questions at.

~~~~~~~~~~

Both you and Hizashi’s Protector stand near the window as the two humans talk. Hizashi had arrived earlier this morning just before Shota woke up, so you didn’t have the chance to test if he could truly still see and talk to you. You now find the test unnecessary with Shota’s eyes occasionally drifting in your direction every now and then. By the nth time Shota’s dark eyes meet yours, you’ve had enough of your fellow Protector’s questioning looks.

“I am just as confused as you are…” You tell them, pulling your eyes from Shota’s to look at the Protector you’ve known for a good fifteen years by now.

“So, he can see you…” Akari states rather than asks, and you nod your head.

“When he.. when he was dying yesterday.. his soul separated from his body and we were able to talk to one another… I do not understand why.. and when he was brought here, and his soul re-bound itself to his body, he was still able to see and talk to me… The whole situation has left me truly.. puzzled…” You explain, finding it a struggle to get the words “he was dying” out of your mouth. The guilt and shame that you’ve had to repeatedly shove down worming their way back to the surface along with your confusion.

“That is quite peculiar… Is.. is this your first pairing with his soul?…” Akari’s hesitant question catches you off guard, and you look at them with a stunned expression.

“N-no, but.. have you had repeats as well?…” You whisper, desperate to know if this sort of thing has happened to any other Protector. It’s Akari’s turn to look stunned, and a look of relief washes over their features.

They cast a glance over at Hizashi before looking back to you with a small smile, “Only with Hizashi’s soul… This is my third lifetime as his Protector…”

Akari’s admission draws a gasp from your mouth, and you can’t help but feel relieved that another one of your kind knows some of what you’re going through. Feeling Shota’s eyes on you, you turn to meet his questioning gaze. You shake your head slightly, silently telling him that you’ll talk with him later. He stares at you for another moment before looking back toward Hizashi.

“This is my fourth lifetime as Shota’s Protector… I was beginning to think I was the only one experiencing this.. and I never felt the need to ask any other Protector about it… I simply figured that it was just part of the job…” Akari nods their head in relation to your words and casts another glance at Hizashi.

“What do you think is the reasoning for it?…” They quietly ask, as if voicing their question any louder would make everything fall away and send them off to another pairing.

Your own gaze wanders to Shota, a small smile pulling at your lips at his feigned annoyance over whatever Hizashi said, “I am not quite sure.. but whatever the reason may be.. I am just happy to be Shota’s Protector…”

~~~~~~~~~~

It’s early evening when Hizashi takes his leave, promising to come back tomorrow morning to pick up Shota when he’s discharged. You gaze out the window as a nurse comes into Shota’s room and feeds him dinner. With his arms in casts, the nurse has to actually feed him and now that he can see you, you figure that you won’t hurt his dignity more by watching him be fed. It’s only when you hear the door close behind the nurse that you make your way back to his bedside.

Shota eyes you for a moment before carefully leaning his head back on the pillow and closing his eyes with a tired sigh, “You can sit down if you’d like.”

Wordlessly, you accept the invitation and sit cross-legged on the spot where he had made space for you at the end of his bed. Absentmindedly, your eyes trace the paths of his bandages like you’ve done a hundred times over since he’s been in the hospital. Sensing your eyes on him, Shota opens his and studies you for a moment or two.

“Stop it.” He demands in a firm yet gentle tone, and your gaze pulls from his bandages to meet his stern one.

“What?…” You question, slightly confused, and he lets out another sigh.

“Stop beating yourself up.” He clarifies before continuing, “You did more than enough to protect me back at the USJ. I put myself in this bed. Not you. Me.”

Biting your lip, you search Shota’s eyes for the blame you feel you deserve, but all you find is the firm resolve that was in his tone, “If.. if you insist…” You relent quietly, a bit of doubt still laced in your tone. Taking what he can get, Shota lets the matter go for now and chooses to move the conversation along.

“Earlier, when Hizashi was here, I assume you were talking to his..” Shota pauses to think about what to call you and your kind.

“The term ‘Protector’ works just fine, Shota… Most of us refer to each other as such, anyway…” You provide with a small smile, appreciating his effort to call your kind by the “correct” name.

“Okay, then.. You were talking to his Protector? I couldn’t see or hear them like I can with you, but I figured you weren’t just talking to yourself.” Shota’s voice holds the same tired, stoic tone you’ve come to know over the last thirty years, but you can see the curiosity in his eyes.

“And, if I was talking to myself?… What then, human?…” You tease with a playful smile, and you can tell by the small, amused huff that Shota lets through his nose that he’s hiding a small smirk underneath his bandages.

“Then I would assume that we both have brain damage,” he jokes, albeit dryly, but you’ve always found humor in his brand of comedy.

Your giggle gives an ethereal echo and you shake your head at him, “Their name is Akari… I suppose they could be considered a friend… At the very least, they are somewhat of a coworker to me by human standards… I have interacted with them quite a bit since you became friends with Hizashi… They informed me earlier today that they seem to be in almost the same situation as I…”

Shota gives a slightly surprised and intrigued look before an almost dismayed sigh leaves his mouth, “I can’t believe I haven’t thought to ask until now… What’s your name?”

A small, amused laugh passes through your lips, “Considering that you were not even supposed to know of my existence, it is quite alright… Most of us do not have names and some will choose a different name for themselves with every new pairing… The name I have chosen for myself is Y/N…” You inform him before giving your name with a warm smile on your face.

Shota repeats your name quietly to himself as if testing it on his tongue, and something about hearing him say it makes you feel warm inside. Your mind doesn’t have time to question the feeling when he speaks again, “So, what is this ‘situation’ that you mentioned?”

You find yourself hesitating for a moment, trying to figure out how to explain the whole thing to a man who lives almost religiously by logic and rationality. You suppose that since he took to finding out about your existence so well maybe your next words won’t sound completely.. insane.

“Let us start with how long I have been protecting souls…” You begin gently, hoping that he can manage to put aside whatever his beliefs or disbeliefs are about concepts beyond the human plane of existence.

Once you’ve finished explaining your entire confusing and strange situation, a long silence follows. The look in Shota’s eyes is hard for you to read as he stares down at his lap, so you’re not sure what he could possibly be thinking. Feeling like you’ve finally pushed him over the edge of thinking he has truly lost it, you silently stand and move toward the window. You watch the sun slowly dip below the horizon as the silence continues. You hear movement behind you and your intuition spikes causing you to whip around to see Shota slowly standing up from the bed.

“What are you doing?… You should be resting still, Shota…” Your confused and concerned words do nothing to stop Shota from shuffling his way to your side. When he gets to the window sill, he leans lightly against the wall and gazes outside for a few moments before looking at you.

“Let me get the facts straight,” he starts, quietly. “You’ve been protecting people for thousands of years, without the need for reason. In all that time, you never protected the same person more than once until me. You also believed that you were the only one experiencing this until your talk with Hizashi’s Protector. Even so, you still don’t know why this is happening. Does that about sum everything up?”

‘He doesn’t sound like someone who believes they should be locked in the psych ward…’ You think with a hesitant smile before speaking, “I believe so… Listen, Shota.. I know how all of this may sound to a human… You are probably still wrapping your head around my very existence and being able to see me… But I.. I feel just as confused and disbelieving as you do…” Your smile falls as you speak, your expression and tone something of uncertainty as you turn to gaze back out the window.

Shota sighs as he steps away from the wall and comes to stand right up against your ethereally glowing body, your shoulder phasing slightly through his as he follows your gaze out the window, “It is a lot to try to understand, but living in a world where humans are born with superpowers.. it wouldn’t be too far of a stretch to believe in other forces at work out there in the universe.”

You turn your head to look at him in shock before a small huff of a laugh slips past your lips, “I have gotten to know your soul pretty well over the last five hundred years, Shota.. gotten to know that no matter the lifetime, who you are does not change like your name or appearance does… So, I am surprised that you are being so open-minded about this… You never were one for ideals like religion or higher powers or unseen beings… So, where has the real Shota gone?…”

Shota lets out a small, quiet chuckle at your slightly teasing tone, and turns his head slightly to meet your eyes, “I’m actually pretty open-minded when it comes to a lot of subjects. I just find that my time is better well spent focusing on what’s tangible in this world rather than what hasn’t even been proven to exist, that’s all.” He retorts in a tired tone that doesn’t match the teasing glint in his eye.

You playfully roll your eyes with a soft giggle before giving a small shake of your head, “Ah, I see… Well, all teasing aside, our situation may be odd but at least now I can warn you of danger easier… Though, I will try not to be a nuisance…”

Shota lets out a quiet huff as he turns to start walking back to the bed, “Don’t worry about being a nuisance. Between being Class 1-A’s teacher and being a Pro, seeing and hearing you will be significantly more helpful in tough situations.” He says as he carefully gets onto the bed, a quiet groan leaving him as he lays back.

You let out a quiet and affirmative hum as you follow behind him, then take a seat at the end of the bed by his feet when he makes space for you. You watch as he gets as comfortable as anyone could get with injuries like his when his eyes meet yours. You silently question the embarrassed scowl he’s shooting you until the realization hits you. You mumble an apology before quickly shifting your gaze to the window. Among the many little habits you’ll have to break now that he can see and hear you, just watching him for the sake of observing him is going to be the first.. and the hardest.

~~~~~~~~~~

The next day, Hizashi bursts into Shota’s room sputtering apologies for being twenty minutes late picking him up. Shota just brushes him off with a grumble of feigned annoyance while you and Akari giggle quietly to yourselves. A nurse comes in shortly after Hizashi’s arrival, pushing a wheelchair up to the side of Shota’s bed. Shota immediately begins protesting having to be wheeled out to Hizashi’s car, insisting that he can walk just fine.

“I know I said I would not be a nuisance, but listen to the nurse, please Shota…” You say a bit firmly as the timid nurse tries explaining to Shota the hospital’s policies.

With an irritated huff, Shota reluctantly moves from the bed to the wheelchair, grumbling slightly under his breath. You smother a giggle as you take in Hizashi’s shocked expression, the blonde clearing having expected more of a fight from Shota. However, the giggle slips free some when you catch the brief glare thrown your way from Shota as the nurse pushes him out of the room.

Hizashi stopped by UA so that Shota could talk to Nezu and go by Recovery Girl’s office. Despite the insistence from Nezu, Hizashi, and yourself to take off a few more days, Shota firmly stated that he would be returning to work the next day when classes resumed. During the walk to the infirmary, you couldn’t help the displeased feeling that had settled over you from Shota’s stubbornness. As a Protector, it’s normal to disagree with decisions that could impact the well-being of the human one is paired with, but this felt like.. more than that. Sighing to yourself, you choose to not overthink your feelings so as to not add more confusion to your already puzzling situation.

You and Akari stood by the window of the patient room while Recovery Girl examined Shota’s injuries. Luckily, she determined it safe enough to use her Quirk on Shota, even if it didn’t heal Shota as much as he may have wanted it to. By the time it was said and done, he was still bandaged up like a mummy, but at least his casts were able to be redone so that he could use his fingers. As you and Akari silently followed your humans to Hizashi’s car, you still hadn’t been able to shake your displeasure.

Finally getting back to Shota’s apartment, you stood behind him as he deflected every one of Hizashi’s attempts to stay and help. A bit dejectedly, Hizashi bid Shota goodbye, while you just silently nodded at Akari, still mostly lost in your thoughts. Once Shota shut the door with a tired sigh, you wordlessly made your way to the dining room window. It’s one of your favorite spots in the apartment with its view overlooking the city.

“Are you going to be silent and brooding for the rest of the day?” Shota asks, his tone is tired and slightly irritated as you hear his socked feet shuffle toward the kitchen. You feel a mixture of emotions as you tamper down a spike of irritation, your confusion over your situation only increasing.

“You should eat, then get some more rest since you insist on returning to work tomorrow…” You say in an even tone as you continue gazing out the window. You realize that your wording most likely comes across as petty, and maybe you want it to since he ignored you back in Nezu’s office. You hear Shota open the refrigerator and let out an irritated sigh, rummaging around for a moment before letting the door close a bit harder than necessary. You turn around to face him at the sound of condiments and jars inside the refrigerator knocking around.

“My students need to see that I’m okay. What they went through was terrifying, even for Pros like myself. None of them deserved to experience a villain attack like that before their careers have even started to begin. It’s my responsibility to be their face of strength-” Shota angrily defends his decision, most likely easily riled up from pain and exhaustion, but it only serves to irritate you more and cut him off.

“I understand that, but it is my responsibility to make sure no harm comes to you, even if the threat to your well-being comes from you… You need more time to recover, Shota… You are not ready to return to work in your condi-” You say firmly trying to maintain an aura of calm until he cuts you off.

“But in the end, it’s my decision! Your job is to silently protect me when it is necessary. I’ve made it through the last thirty years of decision-making based on my own judgment just fine, Y/N. Me being able to see and hear you now doesn’t change that.” Shota snaps, and you can’t help but feel taken aback and.. hurt. There are a couple moments of tense silence broken only by the sound of Shota taking a few deep breaths.

Your mind is once again reeling from how deeply you feel your emotions, but outwardly you straighten up and slip into emotionless professionalism, “You are correct… I apologize for overstepping, it will not happen again…” You state before turning back toward the window, ignoring the pain in your chest. You can feel Shota’s eyes on you, but neither of you says anything more, not even when the ethereal glow of your body flickers and dims a bit.

Divider Credit ~ @cafekitsune

Yall I want to write something abt dabi or aizawa and shiggs but I cant think of anything💀 can yall req something and I'll try to write it!

Aizawa x Reader

You're both married for 4 years now and had been trying hard to have a baby, but somehow you always lead to a miscarriage. It went on and on but Aizawa promised to stay by your side and be patient with it. A miracle did happen though. You were pregnant and so after waiting for a month, you decided to suprise him during dinner on your anniversary. But you never knew he had a big suprise for you too.

cw: miscarriage, mentions of miscarriage, bad language(? idk this shit long) etc.

a/n: ik yall didn't ask for this and prolly sm1 is waiting for the dabi x reader but haha look what I wrote:'D anyways enjoyy!

btw this is not edited I'm so sorry for typos and shits.

You and Aizawa have been trying for a baby for quite some time now after getting married for 4 years, although; everytime you tested positive on a pregnancy test it doesn't last long for more than a week or month. It was hard for the first time it happened, but after two or three attempts later, your body just couldn't handle it.

Aizawa started to become distant for the past few months and it started to worry you. The both of you still tried to form a baby, but it just won't happen.

But I guess miracles do happen. You stood by the bathroom sink staring at the positive test in your hand, hoping that this little miracle growing in you would stay.

It was a month after that day and you still haven't told Aizawa, scared that you might lose it again after a few weeks and would just build up expectations just for you to lose it again. You thought that maybe you could wait for a month to make sure the baby stays, and it did.

Tonight was your anniversary, it has been officially 4 years since you guys were married and you decided to announce your pregnancy to him as a surprise. Aizawa has been burying himself with work the past weeks and months, you thought that if you now break the news to him that he'll be by your side again.

You were at the dinner table full of food that you've cooked for this special night and had worn a simple dress, you were waiting for him to get home. As you continued to set the table you heard the door click open and shut, looking up you saw him clad in a white dress shirt, black pants and his tie was hanging on his arm same with his coat.

You smiled softly at him as you walked towards him, "Welcome home, sho." you greeted as you took his coat and tie from him. He looked at you and smiled as he looked at the dinner table with all the food you've cooked. "What's all this?" he asked walking towards it and putting his bag on the couch. "I thought that it'll be great to have dinner here at home for our anniversary, and I have something to say too" you smiled as you placed his coat on the couch neatly. His back was facing you and you didn't noticed his smile fade away with a sigh. "I have to tell you something as well" he said as he turned to you. You walked up to him and patted his back. "well tell that later while we eat, I'm starving" you whined as you sat on the table, he nodded and took a seat in front of you.

As you were eating almost finishing up the food, you looked up to him and asked "You were going to say something, sho?" you said as you chewed your food. He looked at you for a moment "No, you go first" he offered as he finished his food. You shook your head before taking a drink of your water also finished with your food. "No no, I think yours is much more exciting than mine." you said as you patted your mouth using a tissue while smiling. He sighed knowing best to not argue with you, looking down he said "Let's get divorced, I got someone pregnant." He moved his head away from your gaze as your eyes widened. "What?" you asked almost a whisper, his head turned to you and looked straight into your eyes. "I was cheating on you for the past few months, didn't you even noticed? I was that desperate of having a child we- you couldn't have or last. You know how much I wanted one and you could even try and keep one?!" He said his voice raising a little at the last part. You were speechless, "I thought you said you'd wait? I thought you said you would be patient with it? You know I also want to have one and been trying to keep one. I'm also suffering Shota, don't you see that?" you said as you looked at him with tears threatening to leave your eyes. He shook his head as he stood up. "Well I can't be patient enough, when our last doctor said that you could pass as infertile. The papers are already signed, just get out the house before I come back. And I want those papers signed too" he said as he walking towards the door. You stood up quickly calling for him "Where are you going?" you asked desperately, he turned his head to you as he reached the door, a hand on the knob. "To the woman who's carrying my child. Goodbye l/n." He said as he walked out the door shutting it behind him.

"But, I'm the woman who's carrying your child.." you whispered as tears finally rolled down your eyes.

xxxxxxxxxx

You had the divorce papers signed and had your bags packed. It was early in the morning and he would be coming home any moment now, you had taken and packed all of the pictures and memories the both of you had made leaving the house you two once lived in a blank house.

You were going to stay with your family friend until you find a job and an apartment to live in, still doesn't know how you'll sustain a good health for your growing child.

-Aizawa's Pov

As I got home, I had Akira, the mother of my Child to live with me. Me and her entered the house, and as I looked around making sure she left already I couldn't help but noticed how every picture and memories we had framed was gone. Well at least that's one problem out of the way. I welcomed Akira with a smile and told her to feel at home and unpack her bags in the masters bedroom- the bedroom me and y/n used to sleep in. But I didn't mind, I already have the woman that would give me a child- the child y/n could never give. I'll finally have a family.

~~~~~~~~~~~

A few months had passed and Akira was 3 months pregnant when she miscarried. They were fighting over something when she started bleeding making both of them panicked. Aizawa quickly rushed her to the hospital, scared that he might lose yet another child. After a few minutes of waiting the doctor finally went out of the room and stood next to a sitting aizawa. He noticed and quickly stood up "How's my girlfriend? Is she alright? Is the baby alright?" he asked his voice in a panicked tone, the doctor looked at him and smiled.

"Your girlfriend is alright Aizawa-san" she reassured, but her smiled dropping "though, due to stress she had lost the baby." she said as she patted him on the shoulder. His eyes widened feeling the deja vu of the night you lost your first baby. He began to shook his head muttering out 'no's' as he sat on the waiting chair with his hands gripping on his hair. The doctor carresed his back in comfort as she took the leave. He stood up a few minutes later and entered her room, smiling softly at her. She had been crying by the redness of her eyes as she apologized to him "It's okay, we'll try and try again alright? We'll be patient with this, we'll go through this together."

He said as he kissed her head holding her hand, his words echoed through his mind. Those were the same words he had told you the night you lost your first child. But he shook the memory away.

xxxxxxxxxxx

A year and a half has passed and the same thing repeated again and again. He was growing tired and was starting to think that he was the problem. Hizashi, Nemuri and Toshinori had asked him if he wanted to join them for lunch on a restaurant near by for lunch and he agreed.

They were seating in a booth, Hizashi and Nemuri was in front of him and Toshinori was right next to him by the windows. Behind them was the counter, and as they were talking hizashi perked up upon seeing someone behind him. "Yo Y/n!" he yelled bringing his hand up in a wave, he choked on his drink upon hearing the name. Hizashi turned to the three "looked she brought Yuki with her" he smiled as he pointed. Nemuri smiled as well "I missed that kid, was a real pain in the ass when we last visited." she sighed and toshinori agreed beside him. He was confused, what child? Did you adopt? A nephew maybe? He sighed to himself shaking his head as he remembered he was not supposed to be concerned about your life anymore since the both of you were divorced for a year now.

Suddenly a child, probably not older than one waddled slowly to hizashi. As hizashi saw the child he picked him up and placed him on his lap. "Hey little man!" he said as he bounced the baby on his lap, nemuri reaching out to the baby and pinching his cheeks. Aizawa observed the child and noticed that the child- Yuki as yamada mentioned, had a thick(for a one year old he thought) black hair almost close to his and was wearing a small denim jumper and had chubby cheeks, his eyes was the same colors as y/n's and some features was almost like his. His observations was cut off as someone stood at their table, looking up he saw y/n, her hair had grew out from the past short hair she had since he last saw her. She smiled at Yuki patting his head. "Little guy missed you two" she smiled at them.

And as aizawa looked between Yuki and Y/n he started counting the months since that night of your anniversary. It has been a year and few months, looking at Yuki he looked to be almost a year and a few months. He remembered that you never got to tell him your 'suprise' that night, was this your suprise? Was Yuki your suprise to him that night? What happened to after you left? How did you managed to be alone? Thoughts ran to his mind as she spaced out. What really did happened to you after that?

-Y/n Pov(after that night)

A few weeks had passed and you were leaving the hospital after a weekly check up when you stumbled upon the trio- hizashi, nemuri and toshinori. The three was walking around and saw you and decided to invite you to lunch with them. You agreed, and when the three were asking how were things with your ex husband, you just dropped the news to them. They were shocked at how careless aizawa was and said that they'll support you through the pregnancy. You smiled happily to them knowing that you may lost your husband, but you still had wonderful and supportive friends with you.

A few months had passed and they stood by their word, helping you through cramps, morning sickness and even your weird cravings, they were with you when you learnt about the gender and was so happy when they found out it was a boy. Your due date was coming up and the three decided to put you in the hospital until you gave birth, nemuri was with you in the hospital room when your water broke and had stayed with you through the birth.

xxxxxxxxxx

After a few hours the baby was cleaned and gently placed on your chest as he slept. The name you chose- Yuki, was one of the names you and aizawa thought of on the day you first got pregnant. The three was pleased that your mood swings was finally over, but now they had to take care of a mini you now(they love it).

A year had passed since that day, and they took care of Yuki from time to time, taking turns whenever you need a break. A lot of memories was made with just the four of you and Yuki, his first step and his first words(it was dada and hizashi was laughing his ass off when it happened). You were great full for them, but you always wondered about Aizawa, what if he was the one doing those things with you? Would he be happy? You shake those thoughts off as you and Yuki entered a restaurant for lunch after his weekly check up.

As you were paying, you heard someone call out for you "Yo Y/n!" you turned your head as you handed the money to the cashier, waiting for the change. You waved at hizashi as you saw nemuri next to him and a familiar gold hair in front of her. You let go of yuki's hand when he saw hizashi, to let him wonder towards them. You took the change from the cashier and walked towards them seeing Yuki now sat on hizashi's lap as nemuri was pinching his cheek. You smiled and patted Yuki on the head "Little guy misses you, you know" you said now noticing the guy that was sat next to toshi. You took a deep breath as you spoke to toshi "how are you? You're not working yourself up are you?" you teased as you ignored Aizawa, who was sat next to him. "No no, I'm not don't worry" toshi said waving his hand up and shaking his head. Aizawa was looking at you but you didn't minded as you turned to nemuri "Are you busy tomorrow? I need someone to take care of Yuki for the day, I'm applying for a job tomorrow" you said. Nemuri pouted at you "I thought the four of us agreed that you won't work anymore?" she said as she crossed her arms at her chest "Yeah! Didn't we already?" hizashi agreed as he was playing with Yuki, you sighed. "I still want to help you three out you know? I can't be a bother" you said taking a chair from another table and placing it in front of the end of their table sitting on it. "You never bothered up y/n-kun" toshi said looking at you. "still!" you pouted taking Yuki from hizashi as you sat him in front of you on the table. Yuki turned to his right, now facing aizawa. You didn't minded him that much but when Yuki turned to him and leaned towards him with one hand supporting him and the other reaching out, all of you on the table stilled awaiting for aizawa's reaction.

-3rd pov

Aizawa stared at Yuki as he reached out for his hair. The small hands now reaching the front of his hair and softly tugged onto it smiling at him and blabbering away. Y/n took yuki's hand as it held on aizawa's hair "No Yuki, bad" she scolded softly as she puts his hand down and handed him to hizashi to keep yuki away from him a little. The table was silent after that. Aizawa was now looking at y/n "Is he.. Mine?" he asked almost a whisper, y/n's head was turned away from him when he asked. She quickly stood up taking Yuki from hizashi "You're still going to take care of Yuki tomorrow, muri."she said as she walked away.

××××××××××××××

The next day came and Y/n was clad in a white dress shirt and black pants, she was fixing her cufflinks when she heard a knock on the door, she walked towards it while slowly trying not to trip in one of yuki's toys that was scattered on the living room he was sat in. She reached the door and opened it only to see Nemuri with Aizawa.

Confused, she pointed at him as she looked at Nemuri "What is he doing here? I thought I only asked for you."she said as she pointed at nemuri at the last part. Nemuri sighed and held two fingers on her nose bridge as she closed her eyes. "Well, after you left yesterday he bombarded us with questions and I can't just keep a secret you know!" she explained.

Aizawa cleared his throat and you snapped you look at him "I just wanted to know if he's mine, and I wanted to meet him as well." He butts in. Kea sighed as she ran a hand through her hair. "he's yours okay? And why do you want to meet him? Don't you have a child on your own already? The child you left me for?" She spat while pointing a finger at him. Aizawa tenses at her words and looks down shamefully, "She lost the baby, more than once" he explained not meeting your gaze. Y/n scoffed, "Oh how ironic isn't it? Your girlfriend always loses your child and you go off running with other women so that you could have a child? Don't shit me Aizawa, yesterday was just an accidental meeting. I would never let you meet my child after what you did to me. You could've been there watching him grow up, but you weren't were you?" You took a breath and continued.

"I had to be alone because of your selfishness of wanting a child. You thought I wasn't as hurt as you when I always miscarried? For fuck sakes it wasn't your body that's been a fucking casket for our lost babies! How fucking selfish are you?" You whispered the last part finishing your argument.

While you were arguing, Nemuri took the chance to slip into your house towards Yuki, leaving the both of you alone.

Aizawa stared at you in shame, not knowing what to say. "We were married for 4 years Shota. Were you that desperate?" you said. He sighed looking down, "I'm sorry, I should've had stayed with you and trusted that we could do it together. But I didn't. I let my selfishness overcome me, I'm really sorry y/n, I never meant to hurt you." He said as he reached for your hand. You swatted his away from yours, "But you did. And nothing will make me change my mind against you." she said as she closed the door on his face.

-

a/n: so? How was it sishsishis, there's a part 2 don't worry:)

S. Aizawa | Dorm Patrol

So this will be my first time posting one of these on here. It's more of an experiment than anything else, but I had an idea for a one-shot/fic and I figured I'd see if anyone would be interested before I invest actual time into it, you know?

TW: 18+, studentxteacher (implied afab), peeping, masturbation

MINORS, DO NOT INTERACT

____________

He's wanted you since the first day of classes. Something about you draws him in like a moth to a flame. He's done his best to keep himself in check, but every night when he patrols the dorms, he checks in on you, slipping his head into your room.

If you're up, then he makes sure to check in on some of the others to make sure he doesn't arouse suspicion, but if you're asleep, he watches you sleep for a bit, admiring your features.

After his dorm patrol is over, he goes to his own room and locks the door, using his rolled up undershirt as a gag as he violently pumps his cock, not even waiting to get all the way out of his hero suit. He thinks of the way your lips move when you talk, how they would taste on his, how you've got just the right figure, how he wants to touch every inch of you with his rough hands.

Sometimes, if training is one on one and you volunteer to be used in his demonstration, he rubs one out during his lunch break, barely making it to his room before he loses his composure completely.

As teens are wont to do, you start experimenting on yourself, and hearing you pant and moan under your own ministrations has him hard instantly. His impulse tells him to burst through your door and ravage you the way you deserve until his cock is coated in your juices and your voice gives out from screaming his name, but he knows that he shouldn't, so he fights it with everything he has and opts to just listen.

_____________

Please like this and/or tell me if you'd like to see it more detailed. I'm not quite prepared to do a lot of asks, but if you want, you can send me something to mull over for later.

Shota Aizawa with an insomniac partner

(CW: brief vague mention of sex)

When you're having trouble sleeping, it takes him a while to notice because he either sleeps too deeply, or is too busy to notice the beginnings of the bags and dark circles under your eyes

But after the 3rd case of energy drinks gets put into the fridge, it clicks for him, and he takes a good look at you to see what's wrong

He'll set aside his work and ask you if you want to talk about it, giving you *the look* when you try to say you don't want to bother him with it

When you talk, he mostly listens to what you have to say, only interjecting when he feels like something needs to be talked about in more detail

He'll pull you into his arms and cuddle you to try to help you sleep better, which usually works, now that your mind isn't full of untended thoughts

But when even that doesn't work, he gets your consent before fucking you hard, not letting up until you're physically too tired to stay awake

And then he loops back a step, pulling you in and wrapping you in his love and warmth, watching you sleep with a tired smile on his lips

Am I wrong?

My perfect date/outing would be hiking out in the woods/mountains to where it's just us, the birds, and the bees, and the echo of my moans when he tethers his scarf to a tree limb as a swing and fucks me senseless

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 !! (COLLEGE AU!)~•]

[•~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.