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Boy, do I wanna take you home

Request:

Aizawa x reader with the prompt “How many drinks would it take you to leave with me?”

Pairing: Aizawa x reader

Type: fluff 

It was late; far later than you had expected to be. 

Hizashi and Nemuri had somehow managed to convince you to get drinks with them after work. You didn’t go out often, especially if it was after work. Teaching a ragtag bunch of heroes-in-training tended to leave you more exhausted than you had ever thought was possible. 

Today had been an exception, however. It had been a fairly normal day of teaching, you had gone over the basics of hero training and the basics of emergency medical treatment if there was a scenario in which it would take a while for a first responder to reach you or a team member. You had, by the end of the day, felt as though you could stay up a bit later and grab a few drinks with your friends. 

“Y/n,” Nemuri slid over to where you were sitting at the bar, resting her head loving on your shoulder as she looked up at you, her eyes appearing larger and more doe-like than normal, “Did you tell Shouta where you are?” 

“Nope,” You hiccuped before giggling, twirling a strand of hair around your finger and reaching for your glass. Much to your disappointment, Nemuri had reached out before you, knowing what you were about to do, and moved the glass towards Hizashi and out of the way of your extended arm.

A pout overtook your once cheerful expression and Nemuri sighed, turning to face Hizashi, “We definitely should call him.” 

Your brows furrowed at this information and you tilted your head, glancing curiously between your friends. Just who were they planning on calling? Squinting, you debated with yourself if it truly mattered or, if getting another drink mattered more to you. 

It wasn’t often you let yourself get loose. Not since you graduated U.A, went through your young twenties as a hero, and became a teacher. You found yourself more focused on making sure you were going to bed early, drinking enough water, eating healthy meals, anything to keep up with the kids you were training. 

Yes, one more drink couldn’t hurt. 

Sneakily looking both ways, and making sure that Hizashi and Nemuri were both occupied, you lifted your hand towards the glass that Nemuri had moved earlier. Wriggling your fingers, you watched in utter awe as your glass slowly drew towards you–it were as though an invisible rope was pulling it. 

A giggle escaped your lips. You were so, incredibly proud of yourself for completing that task. It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence for you to forget your quirk when you were drunk. Bringing the glass to your lips, you froze, your eyes widening as they caught the gaze of a tall man with dark hair and a bored expression. 

Well, hello handsome. 

Your brain seemed to kickstart as the man started to walk towards you and you placed your glass on the counter. Glancing towards your friends, a puzzled look crossed your face as Nemuri’s snickers floated around you and Hizashi shook with laughter. 

However, you shook yourself out of your stumper. You had more important matters to deal with at that moment. 

The matter being that greek god who was walking towards you. Your heart nearly burst with excitement as he stopped in front of you. Oh, today really was your lucky day.

Putting on your most charming smile, you held out your hand, “Hello, I’m Y/n.”

The man raised his brow at your introduction and you watched, confusedly, as he turned to Hizashi and Nemuri. 

“How much did you guys give her?” You almost started drooling at the sound of his voice. It was a deeper baritone, rough, but gentle enough. It reminded you of cotton sheets on a summer day or a fire crackling during the first snow of winter. 

You wanted him. 

“How many drinks would it take for you to leave with me,” You deadpanned, getting straight to the point, and, it was at this moment that Hizashi and Nemuri roared with humor. Your friends were slumped over, their body’s shaking uncontrollably as laughter coursed through them.   

The man, however, gave you a soft smile before fondly shaking his head. 

“None, we’re leaving right now and going home.” 

Today really was your lucky day. 

Nemuri and Hizashi, on the other hand, would never let you live down the fact that you hit on your own husband. 

Hi it's me again! XD in for another request if that's alright. So I've been on tiktok recently and have been seeing this kind of videos. Some bnha characters as parents with their s/o,

'Parents embbarrasing their daughter/son'

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ elle's note: sure! ahah, why not? just request and request, idrc if u requested even more since i'm starting to like writing! n e ways, starting lezgo! oh and r u rly sure that i get to choose the characters? not you?

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ pairings: aizawa shouta x reader, keigo takami x reader, denki kaminari x reader (separately)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ another note from elle: so i decided to do characters that i rarely write for. i just realized i made a bit too much, shouto, midoriya and bakugou. so have this!

aizawa shouta

i really think he would be more of an overprotective dad than a dad that embarrasses his daughter. nobody messes with his baby girl. no-fucking-body. periodt.

but sometimes he would though-

there was one time when his daughter always tripped at literally nothing causing her to. he assumed she got it from her mom's clumsiness.

but he still loves her though, no matter what the clumsiness she has, he loves her so much. but he loves her mom more though.

but now, her baby girl grew up and was officially learning in ua. when he first found out, he got really worried.

"y/n, honey, do you think we should really let shiora go to ua? don't you think it's dangerous?", he asks worried, you pulled him into a hug and said "love, you don't always have to be with her. she needs to get trained to protect herself too y'know?", you reassure him "but-", "shh, don't worry. you're gonna be her homeroom teacher right? what's the harm in that?", ".....oh, right".

he smirks at the thought, he knows what he's gonna do to her daughter now.

"i'm aizawa shouta, your homeroom teacher for the full semester until you graduate and go to the second semester.", he greets groggily, getting out of his sleeping bag shocking her baby girl.

"d-dad?! wH-?!", "shiora, do your best because i'm not gonna go easy on you even though you're my daughter doesn't mean i'm gonna play favouritism". he smirks while saying that, the whole class looking at the both of daughter and father right in front of their eyes.

"aizawa-san, that's why you have the same last name with aizawa-sensei! you're his daughter!". they start murmuring making shiora flustered and red. "shut up, let's start."

and as the class goes on and on, aizawa decides to make shiora embarrassed for a bit

"hey, shiora, do you still remember the times you always trip over nothing? or the time when you-", "DAD C'MON! WE PROMISED TO NOT TALK ABOUT THOSE MEMORIES EVER AGAIN! STOP IT!", she blushes as everyone stares at her.

"what? i'm just remembering times i spent with my baby girl with a naked butt running all around the ho-", "DAD, STOP!", and the teasing goes on and on and on.

resulting to shiora telling her mom what his dad did at the very first day in her class.

well, for shouta, he was punished for the night.

keigo takami

now this cocky bastard right here would embarrass the shit out of his son.

"how is your dick so small, kian?! mines ten times bigger! how the fuck would you pleasure a woman with that small of a dick then?!", he asks his son the tone of disappointment heard on his voice.

"daAAD! don't talk like that! it'll grow i promise!", kian whines as he puts his dick back into his pants and walking away from his nagging dad to go to his mom, his father following him, sighing.

"ma! is my dick small?!", kian asks worriedly making you look at him concerned. you took a glance over your husband, sighing over and over.

"wh-what?!", "i said is my dick small?!", "it's small! eight inches is so damn small kian!", his father cuts him off. "isn't eight inches big too?", you ask as you eye the both of them bickering.

"yeah it is! i have 11 inches and he has only 8? i'm disappointed in you kian.", he sighs loudly.

"el-eLEVEN inchES?!", his son chokes in his saliva while staring at his father.

"YEAH! well how do you think we made you?!", keigo murmurs making you hit him. "don't say things like that keigo! even though you have 11 inches you don't have rights on doing that to your son! got that?!", you tell him while pulling his ear harshly.

"oW OW OW! STOP! OW!", keigo yelps in pain

now keigo was the one who was quiet.

"mom! tell me is 8 really small? i'll just buy-", "KIAN TAKAMI, DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE BUY ANYTHING THAT YOU THINK WOULD MAKE YOUR DICK GET BIGGER, SO SHUT UP."

and keigo smirks at the back ground. like father like son, i guess.....?

denki kaminari

okay but he will make his son embarrassed. i know he will. this one's a cocky bastard too.

"daishi, make sure to clean up your room after okay?", you ask him while eyeing him and his father, looking suspicious. daishi was blushing while his father looked like he was suppressing a laugh.

"should i tell your mom, daishi~?", his father teases him making him red even more. "nO DAD NO-", daishi said, cutting his father off with a worried tone.

"tell me what? huh? what're the both of you hiding?", you ask them, glaring at the both of them. "dAIsHI PI-", "DAD NO!", he covers his dad's mouth before his father could say anything weird that would embarrass him.

"tell me, you idiots. before i make you.", now you were standing right infront of them, activating a bit of your quirk, making your hair glow.

"mOm NO WE'LL TELL YOU! YOU DON'T HAVe tO DO THAT!", daishi defends. "fire away then."

denki on the other hand was red from suppressing his laughter, until he couldn't hold it anymore. "AHAHAHAAH, DAISHI PISSED ON HIS BED".

now, daishi was a blushing mess.

"i-i'm sorry, i didn't mean to do th-", "it's okay, honey. you didn't, i know.", you reassure him while cupping his cheeks and kissed him on the forehead.

"WHAT?!", denki suddenly yells making you jump out of shock. "WHEN I PISSED MY BED, YOU SCOLDED ME!! WHY NOT HIM TOO?!", "ah, so you wanted me to scold my son too?"

"nO", his voice cracks, "i-i realized i have so-somewhere to go! catch ya later loves!", then he got out of the house running away from his wife ready to scold him even more.

fin.

SUMMARY → when a bright and loud girl comes into the 1-A classroom many old repressed memories already arise. even though aizawa praises himself for being a clear and logical thinker, he knows it can’t be him even with how quirks have evolve. yet all that logical reasoning gets thrown out when she shows her clouds at the quirk appreciation test. in the same moment aizawa promises himself he will not let history repeat itself.

PAIRING → aizawa shouta x student!reader

GENRE → platonic!relationship, hurt/comfort

WARNING → none

WORD COUNT → 1.5 k

MASTERLIST → an assortment of other fics

A/N → i read this hc about a kid in 1-A with the same quirk as shirakumo and wanted to write a scenario for it, but for the life of me i can’t find the headcanon anymore. if you can, PLEASE tell me who wrote it so i can give them the proper credit they deserve!

WHEN YOU FIRST STARTED U.A. you thought it would be fun. Hard work but fun; studying how to be a hero. Learning and working under others that have already gone pro. Not to mention walking down the halls where most of your greatest inspirations and the current number one hero had walked and harnessed their quirks so many years before you.

Something you had not expected was the constant reprimanding; “Stupid Aizawa-sensei, stupid gross tables.” you grumble annoyed, as you continue to clean the desks in the 1-A classroom, while everyone else is happily enjoying their lunches. Trying to wipe away Kaminari his smug face as he got off scot-free, making you subconsciously scrub the table harder. 

What had happened wasn’t even big enough to warrant such punishment. You had put your shoes on your desk and instead of just telling you not to do it or to put your feet down, Aizawa-sensei gave you a blank stare and said; ‘if you can’t respect the desk, you should clean them.’ completely ignoring Kaminari, Tokoyami and Bakugou who had their feet on the table and where now silently putting them down.

To add to that it was not the only punishment you have gotten in the last few months, and most likely will not be the last. It started the first week of school. Laughing at Kaminari short-circling in class? Make a presentation about the benefits of laughing. 

Got below an 80 in English, a subject you could not seem comprehend as well as the others, but did not do too bad at. Get singed up for cram classes. You don’t even know how he knew, not to mention how you are in the top five and definitely did not need cram classes.

Which let you to now; the final bell ringing, Aizawa-sensei dismisses the class and let’s you all go on your marry way to the dorms. Slowly packing your stuff in Kaminari, Bakugou, Sero, Ashido and Kirishima stay at the door.

“We don’t have all day, dumbass.”

Making a small smile tuck up your lips that he still took the moment to wait for you even when he pretends like it’s such a burden, “Go a head, I still have to ask a question.”

“We can wait.”

“It’s okay.” you reassure, and with that last wave and a little hesitation they left the room. Leaving you with your teacher, “Aizawa-sensei.” you say uncharastically softly. Trying to gain your teachers attention that is fully focused on his desk work, “I’m busy.”

Ignoring his dismissive words, you take a deep breath, word vomiting your question out, “Do you hate me?”

Your question seem to make the man freeze in his state. Before he slowly looks up from his work, “No.” he says simply. Nodding slowly you let the answer sink in, yet it only makes more questions come up, “Then why do you always reprimand me?”

“I give punishment where I see fit.”

Making your stomach twist into a more confused and annoyed state then it already was, “Yesterday I got punishment for having my feet on the table while I wasn’t the only one.” you point out. Shaking your head at the lack of integrity, “Kaminari, Bakugou, and Tokoyami had theirs on the table. They always do, and the one time I do it I get cleaning duty.”

“I don’t care what they did, I gave you a punishment.”

Without even realising it a cloud came up above your head, “But you always do. It’s like your breathing down my neck, waiting for me to fail!”

The cloud above your head darkening from it’s usual pale white state to a dark grey, “I wasn’t even at Cameno, and I got lunch duty for not telling you what they had planned while the rest of the class got free off. You’re singling me out and you can’t even be honest about it.” you snap, your voice louder then you ment it to be, but in the heat of the moment you could not make yourself apologise for it.

“You have a lot of potential, (l/n), but if you don’t get the proper guidance you might never be able to show the world that.”

The sincerity in his voice and the unusual soft expression on his face that you had never seen before on your teachers face made you want to believe him, but then again he lied like it was breathing air. And each time you and your entire class fell for it again.

The dark cloud had faded into oblivion as you let out a deep breath, “Well, I asked Hatsume to help me figure out what type of support items might work for me. We found someone who had a quirk like mine and they used a staff for fighting. So, now we are developing one.”

“How do you develop a staff?

“We send in a sample of my hair with the design. That was it should be more durable and be able for me to manipulate into my clouds when necessary for the element of surprise. In the meanwhile I have a wooden one,” you tell him, making him hum as he turns back to his work.

Twiddling your fingers you turn your face away, “which you would have know if you were also in All Might’s face.” you mumble, quickly looking back to your teacher if he heard what you said, but by the way his face didn’t change he didn’t hear it.

“Your cleaning duty is over.”

As soon as you arrive at the dorms you got bombarded with questions from your friends; before Iida demanded you ( and the others who hadn’t either ) to go upstairs, change into your home clothes, and help prepare dinner.

It was something you all would do every Friday, while on any other day it was devided into groups to make it for everyone else. Instead of everyone making it separately. 

Soon dinner passed and it bleed into the evening as the sun went under, the blankets got pulled out as everyone went under them. Getting settled and ready for the weekly movie night; “We should watch Banana Fish, I heard it was super sad and that rocks.” Present Mic purposes.

“No, no, Dumb and Dumber, that is what the kids like…” All Might trails off, his suggestion dying on his tongue as he sees our unimpressed faces, “Right, Midoriya-shonen?” he asks the boy, trying to find anyone to agree with him… kinda a bad move to ask his super fan.

“Maybe, I don’t know- some kids like it… But, it is kind of old. We- we could watch your film.” he panics, vastly waving his arms around as his entire face blooms red.

Smiling at the sweet interactions. Ashido groans loudly, rolling her head onto your shoulder, “Just pick a movie.” she wines, “Dark Knight has always been a favourite of mine.” Tokoyami offers.

At the end Midnight offered a rom-com and it might have been the headache of listen to more suggestion and not knowing a better pick, but it got put on and it was moderiably enjoyable yet your attention was pulled outside.

Glancing outside your eyes quickly find a frame sitting alone in the dark. You quickly identify the frame as your moody teacher. Standing up for your position under the blankets you move away, “Where are you going?” Ashido mumbles.

“Just taking a breath of fresh air.”

Making a plate, you make your way out into the garden. Placing it infront of him, before taking a seat next to him. It stays quite for a moment as he takes a bite of the food you had plated. Letting the silence continue; “Why are you sitting out alone, sensei?” you ask softly, breaking the silence as he takes a sip of his drink, most likely a cup of coffee.

Glancing up at the cloudy night sky, you aren’t quite sure what you are suppose to see… Everything is just gray and very bleak, no star to be seen, “Like cloud watching?”

“It reminds me of a time I couldn’t help someone that needed me.”

“Well... my M.O. is whenever you screw up, you should just keep smiling like usual.” you tell him, making a small smile tuck up his lips as he takes another sip of his drink.

“Thank you, ( y/n ).”

MASTERLIST | KO-FI | TAGLIST → @tsukkisbae

Mha Aizawa x female wife reader

Reader has a quirk that is literally her just being a cat magnet. Reader finds out she’s pregnant and decide to tell Aizawa in the cutest way possible with cats.

Fluff plz

Could you add me to your HXH , mha , aot and BSD tag list plz

The Cat’s Out of the Bag

Warnings: none!

Word count: 3,104

A/N: this has got to be my favorite request I’ve gotten so far! I kind of went a little above and beyond the request but I think it turned out rly cute :)

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Posted: October 23rd 2021, 1:30 PM EST

Since you’re quirk had first developed when you were a child, it had been drawing things closer to you; cats, specifically. It had started as the stray you passed daily on your way to school following you home, everyday being shooed away by your parents and everyday returning. Eventually one cat turned to two, and two to two dozen. It got to the point where they would be littered outside your house simply waiting for you to step outside, some even working their way inside and happily curling up next to you.

After some time of this continuing and the number of cats growing, your parents had taken you to a quirk doctor who confirmed that it was in fact your quirk attracting all of them. Despite the slight frustration it caused you all had no other choice but to accept it and learn to live with it.

The cats, especially the ones that consistently appeared, became your best friends. Because they refused to separate from you, you spent most of your time with them and thus went through your everyday life with a feline friend by your side. They were a constant company and ensured that you were never alone, even as you went to sleep at night as they took the available spots on your bed and lulled you to sleep with gentle purring.

By then nearly everybody who knew you knew of your quirk. It was well known that wherever you went at least one cat would follow and if there was a random sighting of a cat - or more frequently multiple - in a place they didn’t belong, you were somewhere nearby. Despite how the cats provided you endless company, they isolated you as well. The other kids at school found them as a sort of annoyance and began avoiding you, even your best friends eventually fading away as your quirk persisted. You were alone, ostracized from everyone else; that is, until you met him.

With a book in hand you sat with your back against a tree, your hand every so often leaving the pages to stroke the head of one of the dozen or so cats around you. Many of them bathed in the late summer sun with faces of contentment, an occasional breeze rustling their fur as well as your hair. It’s relatively silent as you lose yourself in the imaginary world of your book - or it was silent until the gentle sound of footsteps caught your attention. You look up to find a cat rounding the corner of a nearby building and walking towards you, shortly followed by a boy. Upon further inspection as he neared closer you were able to make our his appearance. Long black hair obscured his face and despite his taller frame he hunched over, you assumed to look at the cat he tailed behind. He appeared about your age and is adorned in a uniform; not one from your school but one you oddly recognized.

Eventually he worked his way up the hill you sat atop, his eyes widening upon seeing the crowd of cats the other had led him towards. You can’t help the small laugh that passes your lips, the boy finally seeming to realize you’re there as his eyes meet yours.

“Sorry about all the cats.” You say, watching as he takes in the sheer number of them.

“I was just trying to get the one I was following…” He says, “Why are they all right here?”

He kneels in front of the cat he had followed, a tortoiseshell kitten with a half missing ear, and scoops it into his arms with a small smile. You smile as well as an older gray cat nudges your hand, forcing you to put down your book to pet it.

“They just like me.” You reply, “You could say I’m a cat magnet.”

He hums as he moves to sit on the grass a few feet away from you, the kitten in his arms now playing with the loose strands of black hair that fell past his shoulders.

“Do you like cats?” You ask, though the answer already seemed obvious.

“Yes. It looks like you do, too.”

You breathe a small laugh, the boy giving one as well.

“I’m Y/n, and you?”

“Aizawa. Shouta.”

“Nice to meet you, Aizawa.”

After a few minutes you expected him to walk away, to return to where ever he had come from and that would be the first and last time you met, but as more time passed he stayed. You looked at him curiously and noticed he had taken out a laptop from his school bag and begun silently working. After staring for a few moments you returned to your book, both of you silently sitting in each other’s presence.

It became a daily occurrence for Aizawa to show up after following a cat to you, the two of you sitting under the same tree and either working or simply sitting together with the plethora of cats around you. Overtime the distance between you closed, going from Aizawa sitting a few feet away to a foot to a few inches until you eventually sat shoulder to shoulder. The closer he sat the closer the two of you became, small, short conversations turning to long and animated ones filled with laughter and light banter. Despite how your quirk had once isolated you, it had led you to, or more specifically led to you, the person who became your best friend.

“You know, your uniform looks really familiar.” You start, looking at Aizawa out of the corner of your eye before returning your gaze to the sky.

The two of you lay beside each other under the tree, peering through the bare branches at the pure blue sky above. Despite the cold chill of midwinter and the snow that blanketed the ground you lay on you both remained outside and so did the cats that cuddled close to your sides for warmth; much like you did with each other.

“I think all of Japan would know it.” Aizawa replies, moving his arm under his head as the tortoiseshell kitten curls up on his stomach.

“Oh really?” You laugh sarcastically, “What school do you go to then that’s so famous?”

“U.A.”

You pause for a moment before propping yourself up on your elbows, looking down at him with a look of disbelief.

“Are you joking?” You ask to which he shakes his head.

“I just started my second year.” He says nonchalantly, “You seriously didn’t know until now?”

“How would I know if you didn’t tell me? But seriously, you? In U.A.?”

“Is it that hard to believe?”

“I’m not saying it like that.” You say while gently shoving his arm. “It’s just surprising that you’re training to be a hero; it’s cool. What’s your quirk?”

He explains his quirk and how it works all while you stare at him in amazement, Aizawa occasionally making eye contact though quickly looking back away.

“That’s so cool!” You exclaim when he’s done, “Why didn’t you tell me before?”

He shrugs. “It’s never been brought up. I like your quirk better, anyway.”

“Trust me, you wouldn’t want my quirk.” You sigh while lying back down, “Everyone else thinks it’s annoying.”

“I don’t.” He replies, “I like it, all the cats.”

“You only hang out with me for the cats, huh?” You joke to which he rolls his eyes.

“I like the cats, but I like your quirk because it’s what brought me to you.” He says, voice quieter this time though tone softer and more serious.

“Aizawa…”

“Sorry.”

You blink in surprise for a moment before turning your head to face him.

“Don’t be.” You say quietly. Aizawa turns to face you as well, your faces a mere inches apart from each other’s. A rosy color tinted both of your cheeks that you hoped you could play off as the cold weather, your eyes meeting and refusing to look away despite the part of you that urged you to for the sake of your own embarrassment.

“I like you.” You whisper, catching yourself by surprise as the words pass your lips. Aizawas eyes widen in seemingly shock before he smiles, a small puff of air emitting from him made visible by the cold.

“I-“ He starts, though is cut off by the kitten letting out a loud mewl and plopping itself down in the space between you. Both of your laughter breaks through the silent air as some of the previous tension is lifted, the fluttering of your heart the only notion of what had taken place before.

-

After Aizawas hero debut, despite how quiet it had been in order to keep himself more hidden from villains knowledge and his despise of the press, you had made it your job to congratulate him. He had worked as a sidekick at a smaller agency for a few years before this debut which, in your opinion at least, made it only that much more exciting.

A smile tugs at your lips as you hear the door to your shared apartment open and close shortly followed by heavy footsteps that made their way towards you. As Aizawa rounded the corner into the kitchen you stepped out from behind the wall you hid behind and pulled the string to the confetti popper in your hand, laughing slightly at the slight shock on his face.

“Congrats!” You exclaim as confetti fell to litter both of your hair.

Aizawa looked to you before looking around the room, a banner reading “Congratulations Eraserhead!” Strung across the middle of the ceiling the first he sees before the small cake on the counter and floor now coated in colorful confetti. The cat you had taken in as your own, the tortoiseshell with the half missing ear, adorned a small white scarf and makeshift yellow eye covers like the ones Aizawa used and it meowed at him as if to say it’s own congratulations. Aizawa smiles while taking off his own scarf and eye covers before setting them on the counter.

“Thank you.” He says with a small, genuine smile.

You return it with a wide, adoration filled grin. “Of course! You deserve it, I know you’ll make a great hero, Shouta.”

He doesn’t reply, only steps closer and pulls you into a hug and rests his chin atop your head. You happily accept it and wrap your arms around his torso, giving him a small squeeze as you let your eyes slip shut. To you, this was the most comforting place you could be; wrapped up in each other’s arms and letting the rest of the world slip away until it was just you and him left. This is where you belong. This is all you needed.

After a few minutes Aizawa pulls away slightly to face you, his expression softer than usual as it settles on your face. You keep your smile but draw your brow together, one of your hands coming up to rest against his face.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You ask with a slight tilt of your head.

“Because.” Is all he answers.

“Well come on, we have to eat the cake before it dries up.” You say, pulling away and walking towards the counter. You’re stopped, however, by Aizawa reaching out to hold your hand, preventing you from walking away. You turn back around and look between your hands and him, giving him a confused look as his grip persists.

“Shouta? What’s-“

“Do you want to get married?” He asks, cutting you short and effectively making you fall silent. Your mind runs blank as you try to process what he said, part of you not believing it as your mouth opens and closes trying to find something to say.

“Are you- did you mean- I…” You stutter, trying and failing to somehow reply to the sudden question. Your eyes met his, kind and waiting laced with nervousness and anticipation as he waits for your answer. His thumb brushes over the top of your hand where they still joined in the space between you, drawing your attention there before your eyes trail up his arm and back to his face. In that moment it all seemed to click and you smiled, fully turning so you now stood in front of him.

“Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes.”

He flashes you one of his rare toothy smiles before pulling you back in by the hand, a laugh escaping you before it’s cut short by him placing his lips on yours. You melt into the kiss and smile slightly as the stubble on his face scratches yours, Aizawas hand gently cupping the side of your face as yours rests on his shoulder.

“I don’t have a ring.” He says as he pulls away, “That was a spur of the moment thing.”

You laugh softly, “It’s okay, it’s perfect the way it is.”

-

A nervous breath escapes you as you twist the golden band on your finger, your cat happily tucked against your body as you carried it through the halls of U.A. Highschool. As you made it to the hallway holding classroom 1-A you set down the feline in front of you, crouching so you were now about level. You let out a small sigh as you stroke its head, a small smile crossing your face as it purrs.

“Remember, all you have to do is walk up to him, okay?” You say quietly, making sure you couldn’t be heard through any of the open doors. You rolled up a piece of paper and tied it together with a small ribbon before looping it through the cats collar, tying it in a small bow before double checking it’s secure.

“Are you excited, too?” You ask, breathing a laugh as the cat meows. “I hope he is.”

After taking a moment to collect yourself you stand up again, looking down at the tortoiseshell cat and gently nudging it with the side of your leg. It seems to get the hint and happily strolls down the hall with you following behind up until you make it to the classroom door. You stay out of sight though the cat continues, letting out a meow as it spots Aizawa at his desk.

“Hm? How did you get here?” Aizawa asks, swiveling his chair around as the familiar cat approaches him.

As soon as it’s close enough he picks it up and sets it in his lap, smiling slightly as it nudges his hand for a pet.

“Did you come to visit me at work?” He asks, “Why would you leave Y/n… what’s this?”

He reaches out to the small scroll on the cats collar, his brow drawing together as he pulls the end of the ribbon and releases it from the collar. Though confused he proceeds with untying the ribbon and unrolling the paper it held.

“This new baby doesn’t have fur…?” He reads aloud, “Did Y/n find a hairless cat?”

You laugh silently to yourself as you wait for him to unravel the rest of your message, anticipation making you antsy as you peak around the door.

The note was now fully visible as Aizawa holds the top and bottom apart, his expression still displaying confusion as he scans over the black and white picture.

“An ultrasound…?” He says, pausing as he realizes what he said. His eyes widen in surprise as he reevaluates the picture that held the undeniable shape of a baby. “An ultrasound.”

You step into the doorway and smile as Aizawas eyes meet yours, glancing between you and the ultrasound in his hands.

“Surprise.” You say, trying to hide your nervousness behind a smile.

You walk closer until you’re standing a foot away from his chair, fingers still twirling your wedding ring as you wait for him to say something.

“This is yours?” He asks and you nod. “You’re pregnant?” Another nod. “This is our baby?”

“Mhm.” You hum, still trying to figure out how he felt as his tone, as well as his expression, had been next to emotionless.

After a few seconds of staring at the ultrasound he sets it on his desk before lifting the cat in his lap and gently placing it on the floor, wordlessly rising to his feet. He blinked a few seconds before pulling you into an abrupt hug, his grip tighter than usual as he buries his face in your shoulder. You lace your fingers through his hair while your other arm goes around his back, slightly reluctantly as you try to decipher his reaction.

“Are you mad?” You ask nervously, feeling as if a weight is lifted off your shoulders when you feel him shake his head.

“It’s just…” He starts, his sentence trailing off as he seems at a loss for words. “A baby. Our baby.”

You laugh slightly, your fingers combing through his hair as you feel a wave of joy wash over you.

“Yes, it is.” You reply, “So I take it you’re happy about this?”

“Of course I am.” He says as he pulls back just enough to be able to face you. “I love you.”

He leans in for a short-lived kiss that’s broken apart by both of your wide smiles, the two of you opting for letting your foreheads rest against each other’s instead. One of Aizawas hands leaves it’s spot where it rested on the small of your back and trailed towards the front of your body before cautiously resting on your lower stomach.

Aizawa looks up temporarily to look over your shoulder, breathing a laugh through his nose at what he sees.

“Looks like they’re excited, too.” He comments, directing your attention to the cats that trot into the room before looping around your feet.

A laugh escapes your lips as you turn to look down at them, your head resting on Aizawas chest as well as your hand as his hand lays on your shoulder. A warm feeling blossoms in your chest and settles in your stomach where your baby was growing, a strong sense of family surrounding you and enveloping the room in comfort. This, you believed, was the perfect moment which you owed all to your quirk and the cat you silently thanked as it pawed at Aizawas arm from its spot on the desk.

“You know, between all the cats, the students, and now this, I’m starting to think I have too many kids.” Aizawa says.

You laugh, “I think there’s room for one more. And maybe one more cat.”

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Flowers and Sunday Nights

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Pairing: Aizawa Shota x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Stinky drunk man who doesn't know how to back off, mention of a broken nose, Aizawa being a softie.

Word count: 1,483

Description: On a peaceful patrol, underground hero Eraserhead, finds himself meeting someone as beautiful as the flowers in her arms.

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Author's note: This really came out of nowhere, but I had so much fun getting into my feels🥺 I'm thinking of following up with a part two— let me know what you think!

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Aizawa loved Sunday nights.

After a full week of juggling his U.A workload along with his night patrols, with barely any rest in between, Sunday nights allowed him the chance to catch his breath. It’s almost as if Japan as a whole decided to take these chilly nights off and sleep in, which made the erasure hero’s patrols so much more bearable than usual.

Perched on a rooftop, he let himself breathe in softly, a long-awaited sense of peace filling his lungs as he rested his sore eyes just a moment. Cool currents of air swept his hair back, allowing his skin to catch the silver light of the moon as he tugged his scarf closer to his face in an attempt to shield himself from the cold.

Fluttering his eyes open, he let his gaze trail over the city, a part of him realizing how little he’s actually seen of it. Sure, he’s a hero who patrols the area every night and protects it with everything he’s got, but to him, it felt like this was his first time actually seeing it. The towering buildings that trapped starlight within their windowpanes, the slow rolling of clouds over the inky night sky, the soft sounds of a quiet life that he could only yearn for. It was all so familiar, but so new at the same time.

It almost made him smile.

Almost.

His head snapped to the side at the sound of a disgruntled voice, his brows pulling together in confusion before his mind could respond to what was happening.

“Hey, I told you to back off, you mouth-breather!” you shouted, annoyed, one hand pressing a bouquet of flowers close to your chest as the other slapped over the drunken man's face.

The man stumbled back a few steps, his eyes widening in shock before narrowing darkly as your handprint revealed itself on his cheek. “You little brat! And here I thought we were having a nice bit of fun,” he snapped, tearing the flowers from your grasp before fisting your shirt aggressively, pulling a gasp out of your lips as the stench of alcohol reached your nose.

Aizawa didn’t wait to see what this scumbag thought he would do to you; he jumped from his ledge on the rooftop and landed a few feet away from you, ready to break the man’s hold on you. His eyes glowed red as he glared at the man menacingly. “Word of advice? Listen to a woman when she tells you to back off.”

 He was about to step in when the man’s eyes flickered to him for a brief second, giving you an opening to slam your knuckles into the bridge of his nose, a satisfying crack emanating from his nose. The hit you landed made his hold on you slip as he stumbled back and slipped on your flowers, tripping over his feet before landing on the cold ground. That was enough for Aizawa to trap the drunk in his capture weapon before knocking him out cold with a snarl on his lips.

“They’re ruined,”

The hero turned with a tilt of his head, watching as you gingerly knelt down next to the now-destroyed bouquet of flowers with a frown, your shoulders slumping in disappointment.

 He looked back at the man who was tied in his capture weapon, a low huff of amusement escaping his chest as he noticed the trail of blood that trickled down the man’s face. “You broke his nose,”

You looked up at the hero before flickering your eyes towards the very man who ruined your night. A glare settled on your eyes before you shrugged. “A small price to pay for ruining my flowers.”

That got a hum from Aizawa, his eyes twinkling with amusement before he knelt by your side, watching as you picked up the crushed flowers from the ground with a sigh.

“Are you alright?” he asked, trying to make his low voice as soft as possible as he looked at your hands, trying to see if you bruised up your knuckles when you threw that punch earlier. His dark eyes then settled on the flowers in your hold, a frown settling on his lips. “Who were the flowers for?”

You didn’t look away from the torn, colored petals you held when answering. “I’m fine— slightly pissed off, but fine.” A tired laugh shook your chest softly, the sound warm and inviting; Aizawa couldn’t help but smile. “And the flowers were for me, but I guess I can’t go a night without getting something nice for myself just to have it ruined.” Your tone was bitter–sad even– as you spoke.

That got a frown out of the erasure hero. He could feel your disappointment rolling off of you in waves, a part of him sympathetic towards you as his eyes flickered down to the assortment of flowers in your grasp. He eyed them silently, trailing over the soft hues of the petals that once seemed so gentle and alive.  

A single flower seemed to have survived being trampled over, its lovely, blossoming self almost shining in the moonlight in a way that could be described as angelic.

Softly, Aizawa picked it up in between his fingers, your eyes following him as he held it out for you. “Not all of them are ruined.”

The gesture was so small, so simple, yet there was something so gentle in it that it almost seemed intimate.

Your eyes twinkled with a new light as you gazed at the small flower in his hands, an awestruck smile curling your lips. “Yeah,” Taking in the hero’s face as you glanced up from his hand, a softer look flashed in your eyes.

His sore eyes seemed almost gentle as his gaze locked with your own, his hair gently pulled back by a soft breeze that tickled your noses. Even with his rugged complexion, he looked ethereal under the moonlight, a blossoming sense of peace making itself at home in your chest as the corners of his lips curled into the ghost of a smile.

He’s beautiful, you thought to yourself, your eyes widening as heat rose to your cheeks.

Clearing your throat, you accepted the flower from his hand, your fingers sparking with electricity as they graced his skin momentarily. “You’re Eraserhead, right? I think I’ve seen you around the area a few times.”

The hero looked down at his hand, his skin tingling where your fingers had brushed over. “Uh, yeah,” He shook his head softly, snapping himself out of a daze. “I patrol this sector every night.”

His eyes lingered on you as you nodded before standing up, tossing the crumpled flowers into a nearby dumpster while still holding the unscathed one in your other hand. His heart leaped to his throat when you turned to him with a smile. He followed your lead and stood up as you walked back to him, clutching the small flower close to your chest.

“Thank you, Eraserhead,” you breathed, your words heavy with a genuine sense of gratitude towards the hero.

He snickered, quirking an eyebrow at you. “For what? I believe you handled yourself decently— you basically did my job for me.” he mused, tilting his head towards the man who was still out cold in the clutches of his capture weapon.

Heat rose to your cheeks as his praise sunk in, making you dip your head in an attempt to hide your embarrassment from him. Shaking your head, you looked back at his dark eyes. “I, uh, thanks,” you laughed nervously. “But I mean thank you for the flower.”

The poor hero didn’t have a chance to react to your words before you gently cupped his face with one hand, pulling him close enough for you to tuck the small flower behind his ear, sinking the stem into his hair delicately. His breath hitched, his eyes wide as he told himself not to lean into the inviting warmth of your skin. His gaze followed your hands as you pulled away, his heart soaring as you looked at him as if he were the most beautiful man you’ve seen.

And for a moment, he let himself believe it.

“I hope we’ll meet again soon.” You smiled, waving him goodbye as you turned to go down the road.

He was stunned, at a loss for words. Part of him wanted to run after you, keep you there for a moment longer as he cursed himself for not even asking for your name. His eyes lingered on your retreating figure as you disappeared from his line of sight and merged with the night.

All he could do was bring his hand up to where your warmth still graced his skin, his fingers soon feeling the soft petals of the flower you planted in his hair. He smiled.

Aizawa really loved Sunday nights.

can I ask for aizawa with female reader and I don’t really care what you’re writing aber I want some married stuff or maybe even pregnant stuff. I didn’t see any rules, so I hope that’s okay

Of coirse this is okay! I think its an absolitely wonderful prompt and cant wait to write it i love pregnancy fluff anpwjejdijdhfr

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Aizawa x Pregnant!Reader

Aizawa was and remains to be an amazing partner. Despite his less expressive personality, he always looks after you, and he's about as attentive as they come and won't ever let you worry about something for longer than you have to.

He's a kind, patient man, with a gentle side that noone else gets to see. He wakes you up with coffee and a kiss and he makes you dinner, and pampers you like no other.

But one of his best qualities by far is that he's a good listener, and he remembers everything about you. It's easy for him to know somehow just by looking at you how much you've slept or if you've eaten yet, and how he does it is beyond you. But you need it.

Before you'd met him you were a mess, physically and emotionally. And when you had started to warm up to eachother, you'd started helping eachother out as well. He would remind you to sleep the night before a job, or buy lunch with you to remind you to eat, and in return you would get him coffee in the morning and help him with his paperwork and grading papers. From there, your relationship flourished, to the astonishment of literally every one of his friends.

Which brings you to where you are now, trembling on the bathroom floor with tears in your eyes as you hold a positive pregnancy test in your hands.

It's not uncommon for you to miss a period or to have it very delayed, as they've always been very irregular, but you've never missed to in a row before. Now you know why.

Your shoulders shake with the effort of stifling your anxious cries and the loose blouse you had slipped on earlier that morning is slowly sliding off your shoulder. Your hair is a tangled mess and your mascara runs down your cheeks, the whites of your eyes red and your eyelids puffy.

It's not exactly like this is the worst news in the world, but you break into a cold sweat nonetheless, terrified of how he might react. His jobs as both pro-hero and teacher take up such a substantial amount of his time and you know firsthand how stressful it is, and a baby on top of that? You're not so sure he could handle it...

You're not so sure you could handle it.

Thankfully, you have some privacy at the moment since you had the day off and Shouta didn't, so he's most likely with his class at the moment. Perfect. You don't need him seeing you like this right now.

Soft sniffles and gasps of breath echo through your bathroom as you let the panic and anxiety consume you, the test held loosely between your fingers as you sit on the floor with your head in your knees.

It takes a while for you to finally calm down, and when you do you still look very obviously like you've been crying, causing a soft sigh to escape past your lips when you finally look in the mirror to clean yourself up. You're tired, you look tired, and you're about to walk out of the bathroom feeling like a slab of cement in the same blouse which is now barely at your elbows, your cream bra and the matching underwear.

That is, until you hear the front door open. Cold panic surges through your blood and you stumble backwards in shock and confusion. Is it really that late? No- Shouta is early from work.

He calls your name only to be met with silence, furrowing his eyebrows and realising that you must be in the bathroom. But why didn't you reply to him when he called out to you?

You gulp and fix your shirt frantically, covering the bump that's barely there and thanking every god you can think of that you can pass it off as bloating, slowly walking out of the bathroom and smiling at him quietly.

Meanwhile, the positive test lays on the bathroom counter, left forgotten in your panic.

You greet your boyfriend in the bedroom and give him a soft kiss, learning that there was half-day at UA today, and he got to come back early. You really wanted to be happy about it too. But you were just too overwhelmed and there was too much weighing on your mind for you to act like there was nothing happening, and he picked up on it fast.

He noticed your swollen eyes and bloated figure as you walked out of the bathroom and none of it gives him any reason to think of you as less beautiful, but you look tired and drained, and he's immediately worried about you. As much as he knows not to pry, he can't help but be curious as to whether it was him that caused this. It was.

He guides you to the bed to rest and strokes your hair out of your face, kissing you again before going to the bathroom.

Wide eyes stare at the test on the counter a few minutes later, and you still haven't realised that you had forgotten to hide the test yet, pondering over what you're going to do about this and when you're going to tell him.

You don't really need to worry about that anymore though, when a visibly shocked and apprehensive Shouta comes out of the bathroom holding the test in his hand. His eyes are wide and his lips are parted in shock at the realisation, and you feel dread pool in your stomach as you see what's in his hand. You're almost expecting him to be disappointed or worried until suddenly you're wrapped up in his arms.

His embrace is so warm and comfortable an accepting, and it's everything you didn't realise you needed until you had it, crying almost immediately into his chest and clutching onto his signature black shirt as he rubs your back and chuckles quietly.

"You-... you're pregnant?... Why didn't you tell me? You were planning on-... on hiding it from me?"

Although he understands how afraid you probably were he still can't stop himself from feeling a little upset that you didn't want to tell him straight away, mostly at himself for making you think this way. Before his self doubt can eat away at him any more you speak up, nuzzling your cheek into his shirt with your eyes closed, your expression relaxed and at ease now.

"Shouta, I was scared that-... I don't know, it's stupid- I thought you were too busy for a baby... It was just so fast and... It's been two months since my last period, Shouta."

The two of you talk it out for a while, Aizawa's grin a rare, pure sight as he really comprehends the fact that you're going to have his baby, and his hand is already rubbing your barely swollen belly.

It's not out of character for him to cuddle with you the way he is now, laying down and spooning you as he massages your stomach and kisses up your neck and shoulder while reassuring you that he'll make time for a baby, and he's going to play an active role in helping you with the housework and raising the baby with you.

You know he's not lying to you as you feel him shed tears behind you silently, and a soft smile returns to your lips before you turn around to pepper his face in kisses.

"You better. You're gonna be a dad..."

Oh. My. Fucking. God.

Aizawa x Reader (quirkless s/o) with a Flipping octo plush where it has an angry side thats pink and the happy side is red and its on its angry side. Or aizawa x reader (quirkless s/o) who paints theyres and aizawas nails with a cat face

-shuu

100% im putting both of these into one because uugghhh 😩😩

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Aizawa x Reader - Pink Plushies

Fuck. The plushie is pink. What did he do now?

Shouta sighs, walking into your shared flat and sighing tiredly as he's met with the love of his life sitting on the bed and sulking. There's an obvious pout on your lips as you pointedly make a scene out of ignoring him, causing another ragged sigh to cue from the tired looking man before you.

This had all started earlier on the same day when you'd made a joke about getting matching nails and proposing to paint cats on his. He immediately declined of course, but he really didn't think you would ignore him for the whole day.

But here you are, staring at the wall stubbornly as he asks you what's wrong. He's too old for this.

Despite the fact that he is literally 25, but anyway.

You pout and your eyebrow twitches as he sits on the bed next to you, staring at you with a neutral expression and waiting for you to finish your tantrum. It's not fair that he was blessed with so much more patience than you.

You give in easily and sigh quietly, giving your lover a forlorn look and making his heart almost stop for a second. You look genuinely upset now, and he doesn't know what's wrong or if it's his fault or not, and the thought haas anxiety pooling in the pits of his stomach.

He could never forgive himself if he was the reason you look so sad right now, and he always tried his best to be active in this relationship and spend valuable time with you because he doesn't know what he'd do with himself if he ever lost you.

That is until you come out with your next words.

"Why didn't you let me paint your nails, Shouta?! I thought it would be cute- a-and we could match and everything-! Was the thought really that horrible to you?..."

He deadpans harder than ever before, looking at you as if he'd just been turned to stone while you rant at him and whine like a kicked puppy, crocodile tears pooling down your face and catching the light.

"... I-... I love you, honey, but im not letting you paint my nails, no."

The next fifteen minutes saw him staring down at prettily painted black nails with little white kitten chibis drawn on carefully. You really are talented, he muses, looking down at one of the finished nails and silently giving them starry eyes, encapsulated with them and absolutely charmed.

His head is adorned with a pair of cat ears that you had slipped on him as a joke, having yet to have taken them off yet as he stares at your masterpieces. Pretty, and soft hair falls in front of your face while you continue your hard, honest work, sat hunched over Shouta's other hand and just finishing up so that you can get started on yours.

"Do the base white on yours. Make them opposites." he proposes as you finish glossing them over, giving you a suggestion, and you just can't help but puff your cheeks out like a hamster as you attempt to contain your laughter only to fail miserably. You can't help it- he's just given you a suggestion like that with the most unexpressive face you've seen on him, and once you calm down and recover a little you're quick to press a gentle kiss to his lips while he's still confused.

The two of you have fun painting your nails and there's absolutely no way that you could let him even breathe before you got a picture of the masterpieces before you, and as Shouta watches you fawn over how cute he is with the cat ears he still has on he cant help but smirk and pull you closer.

Soft lips meet yours as he holds you in the kiss by the back of your head, nipping at your lip and when you pull back your face is flushed bright red and you're practically dizzy from the kiss, giving him a woozy but sly smile as you grab your plush, turning it back to red as the little smiley face has your boyfriend smirking wider and raising an eyebrow at you, crawling closer to you and making you blush bright red again.

His eyes are half lidded and he looks up at you mischievously, crawling up over you and nipping at your neck cheekily just to tease you. And boy, does it work well...

You write smut, right? Aizawa x Fem reader, Aizawa tries degrading her(along with rough sex) for the first time but takes it too far and it turns to gentle sex and praise -Shuu

Yuh 😩🤚

Sayyyyy less okayokayokay

[Cracks knuckles]

Lemme show you where my hyperactive imagination and maladaptive daydreaming come in handy :D (the answer is when writing smut surprise shawtay)

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Warning: degredation, spanking, light choking...

Aizawa x Reader - Softer (NSFW)

-Part 1

Soft moans echo through the room as you mewl and whine like some sort of animal in heat, Shouta's hot breath fanning out over your neck and sending shivers down your spine. You're both caked in sweat as your boyfriend ploughs into you from behind, holding your head down into the pillow by the back of your neck, forcing you to take him at his full length.

You pant and moan loudly with each bruising thrust, his jagged hipbones smacking against your poor backside, but you're too lost in the overstimulation to think straight. Large, rough hands hold your hips in place as your thighs tremble and quiver, the dim lighting of overhead fairylights catching on and reflecting off the light sheen of sweat that's collected on your skin.

Shouta thinks it looks especially good on your legs as your cum and slick runs down your inner thighs, glistening and shining and making you look absolutely divine.

You release another whine as your pussy clenches around him, causing a shiver to wrack his chest as he slaps your ass roughly. His other hand is still around your neck and squeezing as he speaks, fucking into you at a brutal pace.

"That's it, slut, cum on my cock, just like that... Look at you... Only good for a fuck, aren't you baby? Just a pretty pussy..."

Today, you had wanted to try rough sex and degredation. Shouta was worried at first but he let you try it with him, giving you what you wanted and leaving your ass bright red with handprints, your thighs and knees numb, and your breasts hurting from his rough handling. You could handle all of that though, it was just the comments that got to you.

"So tight- fuck-... such a slut for me, baby. 's all you are- you're nothing without a cock stuffed inside of you, huh? God! 'should just keep you in the house like a fleshlight... Don't cum before me, baby. You don't deserve it yet. Look at yourself, this is pathetic. What, can't handle this, baby?"

Tears stream down your face as you're forced to claw at the bedsheets as you cream on your lover's cock, wailing at his cruel comment when you do. Your body rocks forward harshly as he pounds into you, your legs collapsing beneath you while you call your safeword, trembling and breaking down in front of him.

"Shouta! Y-yellow!... yellow-..."

Immediately, he's stopped what he was doing, checking up on you and stroking your cheek carefully, wiping each little tear away and waiting for your cue. He may be on top or dominating you, but you're the one in control right now as he checks in on you.

"Sorry, baby... It just started to become a little too much for me- but I wanna keep going. Just- no more degredation, please..."

Your lover is all to quick to press loving kisses to your face and neck, handling you much more gently now and reaching a hand up to pet at your hair. He pushes back into your soaked cunt, your juices collecting between your thighs and leaking down onto the bed as he continues to pay close attention to your clit, making your legs quiver and your pussy clench down on him, sucking him in.

"Okay, oh God... That's it... you're so good to me, baby. Just like that! F-fuck (-)..."

You moan softly, cuddling your boyfriend close and practically purring as he slides in and out of you easily, fucking another orgasm out of you. When your walls pulsate around him and leak around him, tightening up around him and sucking him he doesn't last very long at all, grunting and furrowing his brow as he nuzzles your neck.

"A-ah- fuck- you feel so good... 'so good, baby... 'gonna fill you up-..."

He sucks at the juncture of your neck and shoulder while slowly grinding into to ride out his orgasm, spurting his hot seed inside of you and letting out a shaky breath as he feels his creampie leak from around where his cock is sat snug inside of you, cum leaking back down his shaft and balls.

As you both lay together in the low light catching your breath he smiles and holds your hand in his, planning on running you a bath once his legs work again.

"You okay, (-)?... 'm so sorry i went so rough on you... I'll make it up to you in the bath. You want bubbles?"

Your heart flutters as he flashes you a rare smile, helping you up and to the bathroom to clean you up, admiring the sight of his cum running down your thighs in little rivulets and your sloppy cunt glistening with his spend. He tries not to groan at the sight as he inspects you closer in the bethroom, giving you little massages on every muscle that he hurt and pressing ticklish kisses to them, the stubble on his chin enticing a giggle from your lips.

Whatever. You forgive him. He just takes such good care of you.

OMG THE PLATONIC AIZAWA HAS ME SCREAMING ILHSM but onto the request aizawa x reader (platonic again) where reader is like really chaotic and short and constantly kicking minerals ass cause they’re tired of him assaulting them and the other students and just what aizawa would say to them abt it??

Im sorry i got to this as late as i did! How do people have hobbies with a full time job they literally expect the whole world from you :(

Anyway I hope you like it :)

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Warning: mentions of disordered eating, Mineta 💀

Aizawa x Student!Reader (Platonic) Headcannons - Mineta

You were getting really pissed off now. For the third day in a row you had been sent to the principle's office for violence against another student. What bullshit. Obviously Mineta should expect a complimentary kick in the balls every time he comments on yours or Momo's boobs. She's just too sweet to have to deal with that - poor Momo didn't do nothing to nobody and she must be protected!

The same goes for every other girl in your class. And boy, for that matter. Every time he'd say something to upset one of the guys you were immediately there to back their corner and shut Mineta's closed mindedness down. Nobody could run from the protective, mama wolf in your genes. Protect the pack at all times.

You were always very protective and possessive over your friends, and it was something that lost you a lot of them, but luckily, your new friends at UA can handle you. In fact, they not only handle you, but they enjoy your company and treasure you as much as you treasure them.

But noone realises as Mineta sews the seeds of doubt in your mind. Every time he compared your body and personality with your friends', you had looked at yourself a little differently in the mirror that night. You suddenly found yourself very sickening, and it was poisoning you. Your waist isn't as thin as Momo's, you're not as busty as her either. Would anyone ever choose you over her?...

Stop. You are not about to let these stupid feelings and thoughts affect your relationship with your friends, you love them more than you could ever love yourself.

The next day, you return in baggier clothes and a slightly longer skirt, and you pull the back down and keep it flush to your skin as you walk up the stairs on your way to class. None of the girls find it wierd, because they do the same in fear that Mineta is behind them, looking up their skirts because he's been caught before for that.

But Aizawa is horrified. He's horrified, and absolutely livid when he clocks why you're always cussing out Mineta, why you hold your skirt down with fists closed so tight that your knuckles turn white and the fabric wrinkles, why you never walk in front of the purple haired boy, or group with him in a project, and why you refuse to bend down to pick something up, or go to the school's toilets. In fact, none of the girls do any of these things.

You catch his attention, though, when you collapse during training because you haven't eaten enough. You've been on a strict diet and didn't want to gain weight because of the ridicule you might get. Heroes are pretty, after all. They should be model worthy, and if people see you as bland in comparison to all of your friends, it makes you feel envious of them in ways you couldn't understand. You've never blamed or hated them for it though. You could never.

When your Sensei finally manages to ask you what's going on instead of assuming, your answer doesn't surprise him. He's not surprised at all, actually, but one thing he is, is enraged. And when he spoke to all of the girls in the class he realised that they had all been pretty much silent about their feelings, but they felt the same. Crushing guilt was the next thing he felt. How could he have not noticed?! His students are suffering and he didn't even bat an eye? Some teacher he is.

"Why are you putting your body under so much stress? It's not wise, and if you think it's going to make you a better hero, i've come to nip this in the bud. Future heroes don't make dumb decisions like this."

"... That's not it."

"... Why, then?"

...

And it's so much worse when he finds out that all of you'd had issues with your self image because of one student who just couldn't keep himself in check. When he had been told of all the borderline predatory acts Mineta had done, he may as well have been expelled on the spot.

It had taken a lot of courage to tell him about something like this, so when the class was rewarded with less homework and an icecream the next day, everyone was pleased, and everyone knew why.

Noone had anything to say about it though, so we all just let it go.

Mineta ends up being blacklisted from entering any hero school in the future, and not a soul is surprised or upset about it. And when Aizawa quietly offers free counseling for what damage Mineta had done, you politely decline with the promise that it'll get better with time and attentiveness.

Aizawa x adult! Quirkless! Reader (romantic)and reader comes home with a few injuries on they're arms and legs so they stumbling

-Shuu

ofc shuu <3

Masterlist <3

Warning: Mentions of violence, blood...

Aizawa x Reader - Wounded

You breathe shakily as you stumble through the door of your shared home with Shouta, your hands shaking violently and your legs unsteady.

You were jumped on your way home and left beaten in an alleyway, and you can only sob quietly as you stumble and drag yourself home. It hurts so badly, and you can only thank whatever Gods you can think of that you escaped with your dignity.

Blood ran down your legs in little rivulets from the slices on your thighs, left by the blade of one of your attackers who had basically mauled you when you struggled. You're covered in dirt and grime and blood is smeared on your thighs and knees, along with your arms anf your face which is now swelling around the bruise on your cheek. You couldn't even call your boyfriend because your phone was taken along with any change that could've been used for a payphone.

Tears stream down your face and mix with your blood and mascara, leaving dark teartracks down your face, which is one of the first things Shouta notices as you walk through the door, the first thing being your scared hiccups from the other side of the front door. He had come to let you in because he could hear you struggling with the keys, your hands were shaking so violently that you couldnt hold the key still. But as he got closer he heard your shuddered breaths and your little sniffles.

As soon as you saw him you were straight away in his arms, cuddling him and crying into his shirt.

Rage quickly bubbles up inside of your lover as he sees you like this, so broken and afraid, and after that comes the absolutely crushing guilt that came because he didn't know. He wasn't there with you when you needed him the most and he would never forgive himself for it.

The next few hours or so were used to patch up and disinfect your injuries and bathe together. Your loving partner ran you a warm bubble bath and cuddled you all throughout it, petting your hair and stroking your cheek with the rough pad of his thumb in little circular motions.

"I'm so sorry I wasn't there... Does it still hurt as much?"

You shake your head in response, shifting in his grip and making space to kiss him on the lips very briefly, the show of affection and understanding cutting through the tension in the room like a knife.

"None of that, now... it was scary-... 's fucking terrifying- but it's over now. It happened and it wasn't your failt. Shit happens. I'm okay..."

Shouta lets out a heavy sigh as he looks you over once again, his long hair wet and shining under the light in the bathroom, just begging you to touch it, and you do, running your fingers through soft strands and finding comfort in your lover's quiet groan.

The night is spent watching movies with him as he gives you a massage and lays butterfly kisses over your skin, brushing your hair for you and leaving his down because he knows how you like to braid it and play with it. He's so thoughtful, and he takes such good care of you. It makes you want to marry him, and you entertain the thought for a while as it becomes a serious possibility in your mind.

You had just never thought about marriage before, really. You were happy where you were and remain to be happy there, so you never really thought about the 'next steps' or anything. But being married?...

You look at his ringless finger longingly, pressing your cheek to his chest and holding his hand while he moves a little braid out of the way, the hippie braids suiting him in a way that you didn't really think about when you first did it.

You could get used to this.

Aizawa x adult! Quirkless! Reader (romantic)and reader comes home with a few injuries on they're arms and legs so they stumbling

-Shuu

ofc shuu <3

Masterlist <3

Warning: Mentions of violence, blood...

Aizawa x Reader - Wounded

You breathe shakily as you stumble through the door of your shared home with Shouta, your hands shaking violently and your legs unsteady.

You were jumped on your way home and left beaten in an alleyway, and you can only sob quietly as you stumble and drag yourself home. It hurts so badly, and you can only thank whatever Gods you can think of that you escaped with your dignity.

Blood ran down your legs in little rivulets from the slices on your thighs, left by the blade of one of your attackers who had basically mauled you when you struggled. You're covered in dirt and grime and blood is smeared on your thighs and knees, along with your arms anf your face which is now swelling around the bruise on your cheek. You couldn't even call your boyfriend because your phone was taken along with any change that could've been used for a payphone.

Tears stream down your face and mix with your blood and mascara, leaving dark teartracks down your face, which is one of the first things Shouta notices as you walk through the door, the first thing being your scared hiccups from the other side of the front door. He had come to let you in because he could hear you struggling with the keys, your hands were shaking so violently that you couldnt hold the key still. But as he got closer he heard your shuddered breaths and your little sniffles.

As soon as you saw him you were straight away in his arms, cuddling him and crying into his shirt.

Rage quickly bubbles up inside of your lover as he sees you like this, so broken and afraid, and after that comes the absolutely crushing guilt that came because he didn't know. He wasn't there with you when you needed him the most and he would never forgive himself for it.

The next few hours or so were used to patch up and disinfect your injuries and bathe together. Your loving partner ran you a warm bubble bath and cuddled you all throughout it, petting your hair and stroking your cheek with the rough pad of his thumb in little circular motions.

"I'm so sorry I wasn't there... Does it still hurt as much?"

You shake your head in response, shifting in his grip and making space to kiss him on the lips very briefly, the show of affection and understanding cutting through the tension in the room like a knife.

"None of that, now... it was scary-... 's fucking terrifying- but it's over now. It happened and it wasn't your failt. Shit happens. I'm okay..."

Shouta lets out a heavy sigh as he looks you over once again, his long hair wet and shining under the light in the bathroom, just begging you to touch it, and you do, running your fingers through soft strands and finding comfort in your lover's quiet groan.

The night is spent watching movies with him as he gives you a massage and lays butterfly kisses over your skin, brushing your hair for you and leaving his down because he knows how you like to braid it and play with it. He's so thoughtful, and he takes such good care of you. It makes you want to marry him, and you entertain the thought for a while as it becomes a serious possibility in your mind.

You had just never thought about marriage before, really. You were happy where you were and remain to be happy there, so you never really thought about the 'next steps' or anything. But being married?...

You look at his ringless finger longingly, pressing your cheek to his chest and holding his hand while he moves a little braid out of the way, the hippie braids suiting him in a way that you didn't really think about when you first did it.

You could get used to this.

Addition to request of pt 2. Of bubble bath. Cuddles with aizawa after?

-shuu🥺🥺

Ofc! You asked and you shall receive! <3

Part 1 Masterlist <3

Aizawa x Reader - Softer

-Part 2

You let your eyes flutter closed as Shouta bathes you, running a soft flannel over your previously sweat-soaked skin. He takes the time to gently soak and clean every spot of skin he can see, pressing tired kisses to your neck and collarbone.

His eyes are narrowed as he thinks about his earlier mistake as if it's his fault. He knows it's not, but he still can't help but feel waves of crushing guilt wash over him like the foamy bathwater he had ran for you.

It's almost as if you know him well enough to read his mind.

"Shou- don't beat yourself up, baby. I'm the one that wanted to try it, right? It's not your fault. I'm okay, and I feel better now."

He wishes that was enough to ease his conscience.

You only chuckle at his soft sigh, and the way that his eyes shift while he looks in another direction. He's so adorable.

You simply sit up from your lounged spot and cuddle him closer, enjoying the feeling of the warm water surrounding you both. The bath does just the trick for releasing all of the tension in your muscles.

Shouta can't help but blush a little and avert his eyes again as you hug him very... nakedly. His heartbeat pumps a little faster at the feeling of soft mounds pressed right against his pecs, and he hesitantly hugs you back, wrapping his strong, firm arms around you.

The quiet giggle and the soft nip at his neck has him side-eyeing you and your mischief, raising an eyebrow and shaking his head in mock disappointment while he gets up, getting ready to pull the plug out of the bath and get dressed.

"I thought you were done... What? Four orgasms not enough for you?"

Nevermind.

Your face glows bright red and you shut right up, taking his outstretched hand while he offers it to you after getting dressed in some boxers.

You huff and towel dry yourself as your partner struggles silently, trying not to stare at the curve of your breasts and your waist as you dry off, and the little rivulets of water that manage to survive the towel patting.

The towel is scrunched in your hair as you finish with it and your dressing gown is wrapped around you while you ignore your boyfriend's staring, sauntering past him and shedding the gown as you cuddle into the sheets.

Shouta isn't sure if he's glad or not that you're naked. He merely sighs and follows behind you, cuddling you close and slotting his chin to rest on your shoulder while he cuddles you from behind, hands wandering down to caress your waist.

He lands a sleepy kiss to your shoulder while the two of you spoon, falling asleep in the safety and warmth eachothers' embrace.

Aizawa x class 1-A reader when he finds out reader is also doing vigilante work? I’ve always wondered how he would feels about that

Icl I feel like he would understand tbh like he was probably doing the exact same thing before his career took off. He has a very strong moral standpoint so I figure he would place justice above legality but hes still a teacher and would have to disapprove but he wouldn't be like angry??

I feel like this was portrayed in the anime but it's been a hot minute since I've watched it - what do you think? :D

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 <3

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𝐀𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜) - 𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐒𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞

Dark circles decorate your eyes as you sit slouched at the desk before class starts. Sleep had eluded you as you spent the night with your parents, helping them feed into their warped, self-indulgent sense of justice by doing vigilante work.

Usually, you'd consider yourself to be at a strong, good moral standpoint, focused on doing good by the people rather than focusing on legality and logistics. But to be quite honest, this self-righteous act of "freeing the people" is starting to become exhausting. It's actually getting on your nerves, really.

You love your parents, but they can be very, exhaustingly eccentric at times, and sometimes outright smug. It's absolutely infuriating. It's so difficult to watch that it hurts, and the more you think about it, the more bitter you begin to feel.

Or maybe this is just the exhaustion talking. Who knows?

It feels like you're just sacrificing little pieces of yourself at this point, giving your body and soul to some 'vigilante work' and your training to persue your career as a hero.

Aizawa is the first to notice the change in your attitude. He is the first to realise that you may be burning out, and he's the first to genuinely worry about you.

As your teacher, and considering the amount of security hazards your class has been subject to in the last year, Aizawa is well within his right to keep tabs on all of you and your home lives. He knows your secret.

After class ends, you're pulled aside by your teacher.

Part of you wants to cry. What is it this time? A failed test? Maybe a lecture on missed homework.

Apparently not. And judging by the look on his face, it's much more serious than a missed assignment. He looks... genuinely concerned, which is an expression you've gotten to see far too many times than you should have to. Wow, you think. The poor guy deserves a break.

"I know what you've been doing every other night, so don't bother trying to lie. I want to say that I'm proud you're taking your hero work so seriously, but don't you think you're overdoing it? Maybe even just a little? You're exhausting yourself, and pretty soon you're going to burn out. Did you even sleep last night?"

Oh, like he can talk about sleep and burnout of all things.

And really, he can. But the brewing bitterness and hostility inside of you is starting to bubble, and you can feel in the back of your throat that a breakdown is imminent. God, don't cry. Please, not now, of all times.

Shiny, salty tears start to collect at your waterline, and the tired teacher lets out a defeated sigh, placing his hand on your shoulder. It's an oddly comforting gesture, really.

"I-... I just want to help... My parents will go out with or without me- and they're not very experienced- so I just worry that if I'm not there, something will happen..."

"Look... The first part of helping is knowing how to best help yourself. Look after yourself, or you might not live long enough to see yourself become the hero you've always wanted to be... Youre a hero, not a martyr - the self sacrifice isn't necessary yet."

Wise words from a man who's seen it all.

He looks disappointed in you, at the very least, but there's a spark of pride in his eye for his tryhard students who do the best they can, and even if you don't see it yet, you will soon enough.

You’ve gotten me curious as I look through the characters you do for MHA, and now I’m wondering on what your take on a yandere Eraser Head looks like, what kind of darling he prefers, if he would even be looking for someone romantically.

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Yay! One of my favorite characters!

Triggers: mention of kidnapping, isolation, and yandere like behaviors. Please be careful when reading.

Enjoy

..? Aizawa ?..

Shota Aizawa is an obsessive yandere, straight up.

But he's also a silent, but deadly yandere.

Believe it or not, it's rather easy to get Aizawa to fall for you.

You just have to be ungodly patient and kind with him.

But he would also have to know you or work with you.

He wouldn't fall for someone on the street.

Aizawa would immediately have eyes on you.

And stalking you is already so much easier since he is an underground hero.

So sneaking around isn't exactly suspicious for him.

Aizawa could be both platonic and romantic.

Platonic, if you are younger or a student. (I can do platonic headcanons if requested).

But romantically, Aizawa surprisingly kinda prefers older partners.

But if you're younger, he could care less.

You are you.

Aizawa would start slow with you.

He would bring you coffee before you started your class at U.A.

He would do this 2-3 times a day, and just say he was doing it to me nice.

And you wouldn't question.

Because why would you?

Haven't you ever heard the term, don't look a gift horse in the mouth.

But he would then, after a few months, would start to give you some lunch.

He would even tell you not to bring yourself lunch.

"Hey (Name), don't bring lunch tomorrow. I'll probably have leftovers from dinner."

"Oh, Aizawa that isn't needed-"

"I don't care. And I told you, call me Shota."

"Oh..uh, okay Shota.."

~

Shota would start to talk to you more and more.

Whenever you were free and not talking to someone else, he was there.

He would even do your grading.

It didn't matter how much you protested, he would just do it.

Are you annoyed with it? Suck it up.

You want to work? You've been working too much, take a break.

You want to bring your own food? Well he has a new recipe he wants you to try.

Every single thing you have thought of, he has an excuse for.

But, if Aizawa had known you a bit longer, and you were already in his small friend group things would move a bit quicker.

He'll start to get more touchy with you.

Like a simple hand on the shoulder or upper arm.

But that's as much as he'll do until he takes you away.

Now how would Shota take you away?

When does that happen?

~

Well, 2-3 years.

It takes Shota a lot longer to finally kidnap you.

But once that timing has come, he'll be a cat in the night.

While you are in the warm embrace of your sheets, and are kissed by slumber's dreams.

He will welcome himself into your home.

Shota likely got in through a picked lock, and silently snuck into the room where you laid.

He was swift to carry you out of your window, and take the rooftop route home.

Once he was home, he took his capture weapon and tied you up into a little burrito with the capture weapon and a blanket.

~

What would life be like with Shota?

Well, he wants you to depend on him.

He wants to be the one to give you all your meals, to bathe you.

He wants to basically be your dad and your husband.

It's kinda like living with a flirty over protective parent.

You aren't allowed outside.

You want to shop for something? Go online, while he watches over your shoulder of course.

What about entertainment? Well he has tv services, and cats!

Aizawa would likely keep you like this for years.

He would wait until police have stopped working with you, then he'd flee the country.

After that?

God only knows.

~

What does punishment look like?

One word.

Isolation.

For days.

Even if it wasn't that bad of an act, it's a minimum of two days.

It doesn't matter how much you scream and cry, he'll ignore you.

You'll get fed every two days and have a water jug.

He doesn't like it, but if it means you'll behave so be it.

That's about it for punishment.

Shota couldn't even imagine laying a hand on you.

Shota will keep you in that room, until your fingers will stick out from under the door and you only whimper.

~

What kind of darlings does Shota like?

Well, you're either very quiet and kind or you're passionate and determined.

He loves both.

If you're quiet, well you're just like him!

That doesn't need much explaining.

But if you're passionate, then he is intrigued and looks up to you.

He would love how you bantered on, and on about your dreams and ambitions.

That's why it would slightly hurt him to kidnap you.

He was forcing you to quit whatever dreams you had.

But he needed you.

~

In short: Shota is a patient, and possessive yandere. Just don't fuck with him when he's mad.

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I have started to think about some yandere Aizawa, even though I should be sleeping. So prepare for some more asks from yours truly-

So, platonic yandere Aizawa with a student, what would he be like? I personally feel he might be a bit delusional this way, convincing himself that he’s keeping a student safe from a bad home, that they’re unhappy with their family, when in reality they were fine at home. Of course, if this was true and they weren’t happy with their home life, this would only motivate him more to keep them safe.

- 👑

Triggers: possessive behaviors, stalkerish behaviors, Mention of stocking, mention of kidnapping (?), Manipulation, manipulative behaviors, mention of abuse, mention of parent's death, death, and yandere like behaviors. Please be careful when reading.

Enjoy.

Shota Aizawa

Let's be clear on one thing, Aizawa knows the line very well between platonic and romantic.

And he dare never cross that line with a student.

But don't take this as you are completely safe.

He still has little obsession over you, whether it be as a lover or a child of his own.

I would see his obsession starting out as him seeing you as a child of his.

More than just a student.

Aizawa would likely want to take you away from your own parents and have him become yours.

Aizawa has always wanted a kid of his own, but there were a few things in his way.

Being a hero.

-He wouldn't have time to take care of a baby/small child.

-Villains might find out he has a child and take advantage of that.

He is scare of commitment (relationship)

-He can't talk to people very well.

-Last time he tried to talk to someone he found attractive he ended up stumbling over his own words.

He doesn't know how to talk to a child/deal/take care of.

-He really wants one, but doesn't know how.

-It's scary.

But not with you.

You're perfect for him.

You have a pretty laid back personality, a strong enough quirk, and you're independent.

Aizawa would likely favor you in class, and treat you with a bit more leniency than everybody else.

And would use the excuse, you need the extra help and encouragement, if ever questioned about his habits.

~

Now when it comes to making sure you get home safe, it's the same as any other victim.

He watches you from afar, ready to attack at any oncoming danger.

Heaven forbid he let even a little scratch get on his child.

Aizawa would be sure to...take care of any kids that are giving you problems at school.

No.

He wouldn't kill them.

But he would threaten to release every dirty secret that the student has to the public.

Ruining the student's career and any chance at a future career.

Being an underground hero does have its perks.

Aizawa isn't busy 24/7 like the other heroes.

So he can easily stalk you around town whenever you go out.

~

Now when it comes to kidnapping he wouldn't kidnap you like a romantic interest.

No, he would make sure that you see him as a second father.

As someone you can go to for anything.

To see him as somebody that you can share even your darkest secrets and desires to.

He wants you to have all of your trust in him.

And then some terrible accident will happen to your parents.

It'll be fatal.

Whether your parents were nice or not the best, even abusive.

If your parents were good people and treated you right he would make sure their death is painless.

However if your parents were shitty, he'd make sure the "accident" was a little more than painful.

Then when you have no one else to run to, no other family because something ran them out of the country.

No friends because none of them want to have an unlucky person like you living with them.

They'll say, "Oh we just don't have enough space!"

But you know what the reason is.

So when you're finally at your lowest you have nobody to go to, he'll show up.

"Would you like to live with me for the time being (Name)?"

But author, what about when the dorms come for 1-A.

Well...your room will be the closest to his.

So that way if something ever happens, you're the first one he'll run to…

~

In short: Aizawa is a lot gentler with you, but slightly more manipulative. But over all, a classic parent figure yandere.

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SO-

Aizawa’s punishment for his darling is isolation, right? Do you think he’d ever end up taking it too far? Maybe one time after he let them out, they aren’t themself anymore. How do you think he’d react if he ever broke his darling, accidentally or on purpose?

- 👑

I love this idea

Triggers: Mention a falling and deep depression, deep depression, mention of lack of motivation, obsessive behaviors, mention of torture, mention of eyes being ripped out, manipulative behavior (?), Denial, and yandere like behaviors. Please be careful when reading.

Enjoy.

Aizawa

Honestly at first, Aizawa would think you're faking.

He would believe that you're just doing this for attention or for him to lower his guard.

He would ignore it completely at first.

Telling you to stop it or quit messing around.

He wouldn't believe you at all.

He wouldn't want to believe that you're likely broken.

He wouldn't want to think that he took it too far, to the point that you're not even there anymore.

Just an empty show with eyes looking so deeply into nothing.

Most of it at the beginning would either be him thinking you're fooling around.

And then slowly slipping into a denial state.

That's when I'll start to worry.

He'll say to stop it in a more stern tone.

Hoping that it'll knock you out of it.

But when that doesn't work that's when he really starts to stress.

He couldn't have done this right?

It's not his fault?

It's your fault being such a brat and disobeying him…right…

He didn't do this…

This isn't on him.

This denial-like behavior can last anywhere from a week to a couple months.

But eventually he will fall into acceptance.

And when this happens, he'll fall into a DEEP depression like state, with the guilt eating away at him.

This entire thing was an accident.

You would have to pull some serious shit for him to do this to you on purpose.

Aizawa would lock himself in his room, only coming out to bring you food.

He wouldn't care if he is missing work, he would ignore any calls or texts from people and worried friends.

The only thoughts that circle his mind is how much of a fuck up he is.

It is going to be a long time before he pulls himself out of this state.

There will be plenty of times in which you have to remind him to eat, bathe, etc.

Or help him at least.

~

To be honest, he'll likely never be the same after this.

He'll probably be much more careful with you.

Start treating you like a porcelain doll.

He'll make sure to ask you every time before he touches you.

Heaven forbid he accidentally skin across your skin.

He'll be apologizing profusely.

Some points it'll get annoying.

But you do also have to understand his point of view.

The guilt will be eating at the for the rest of his life knowing that he broke his darling.

He damaged the one thing that he actually loved.

Can't you imagine how terrible that would be?

How hellish it is to wake up with that constant reminder.

Your empty eyes only push him further and further down.

~

But... He will have a breaking point.

And there will only be two options from there.

One is fast, simple, and easy.

It'll be the least painless for you and probably the best option.

Death by gun.

He can't take the guilt anymore so he'll just get rid of the source of the guilt.

And option two is slow, painful, and horrific.

That's pulling out your empty eyes.

The glossy mirrors that constantly remind him of his mistakes will be ridded of.

And he'll get to keep you, and you'll be even more dependent on him.

It's a win win!

For him at least.

Aizawa will likely choose option 2.

He doesn't have the heart to shoot you, let alone even think about it.

How dare he even consider the idea.

The idea of harming his little kitten.

~

In short: Reader I do pray for your mental state...

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Almost done with the Aizawa asks, but hear me out:

Villain!AU Aizawa.

Would he change much as a yandere here, or would he be the same, just as a villain now?

- 👑

Triggers: manipulation, Mention of torture, Mention of stalking, mention of paranoia, unhealthy relationships, toxic relationship, and severe yandere like behaviors. Please be careful when reading!

Enjoy.

Aizawa

Aizawa is a manipulative, and sadistic yandere.

~

I can imagine Aizawa would completely change.

Like his views and everything.

Along with the way he treated you as a darling.

He wouldn't care about what you wanted or thought.

It's about what he wants.

He tried, when he was a hero, to please people.

He tried to make people happy.

But it all went to waste.

So to him, you're really just something pretty that he likes.

He doesn't really see you as a person but he does?

Let me explain.

~

Aizawa doesn't see your wants and opinions as something that he should care about.

Though Aizawa does acknowledge what is going too far.

He is a villain.

Not a monster.

Aizawa treats you more like a pet.

Something to keep him company.

And something to protect.

~

You two likely met at a quiet bar.

Getting to know one another over a few drinks.

A few drinks turned into shots.

Straight words turned into messy conglomerations of slurred phrases and sentences.

Before either of you knew it, you were telling each other your deepest and dirtiest secrets.

In the morning you had forgotten about it

To you it was nothing but a blur mess with a random man that likely never see you again.

But to him, he remembered every part of it.

He remembered every phrase and every secret that you told him.

To him it was all crystal clear.

~

And that is where obsessions with you would start.

And unlike normal Aizawa, Villain Aizawa doesn't need to know you.

And kidnapping time is a lot quicker with him.

But he does stalk you in the same fashion.

He doesn't leave you love letters or any indications that he's stalking you.

The only indication that you get is if you're lucky enough to feel him staring at you.

And if you don't…

Get on your knees and pray to whatever God you believe in…

Because it is a shit show when he catches you.

He doesn't take this seriously like normal Aizawa.

To him this is a game of cat and mouse.

Him, of course, being the cat.

And you being his little harmless mouse.

Kidnapping isn't as peaceful either.

Aizawa doesn't wait for you to fall asleep.

No, he'll wait for the perfect moment.

The moment when you're walking alone, back to your comfort home.

The street is bare, with only the dim and flickering street lights being your company.

Their subtle hum-buzz is the only thing filling your ears.

Until.. you hear footsteps.

Boots.

They are quick.

The gravel twisting a-top itself every step.

They get closer.

And closer.

And closer.

Until..

BAM!

Hand over your mouth, and arm around your sides.

Keeping your hands down.

And a husky voice will speak in your ear.

"Hush now mouse. The cat has caught you~"

Right before everything goes black.

~

Living with this man is an... adventure..

He's disorganized, but acts like he knows what he's doing in front of his workers.

When behind closed doors, his office is scattered with papers and weapons.

His floor is a mess with blood stains, and his shelves look like a group of Vikings had a party with a tornado.

The only clean place is where you sit.

On a leather couch, with a fluffy blanket, and pillows.

This is where most of your waking hours will be spent on work days.

Don't expect to be talked to during these hours.

Like I said.

You're something to look at.

~

If Aizawa isn't working, he's sleeping.

And you, of course, are right in his arms.

To be honest, life with him is basically following him around and not speaking unless spoken to.

~

Punishments on the other hand our whole new adventure.

Unlike his normal self, Villain Aizawa doesn't mind hurting you.

He will use his many methods of physical and mental torture on you.

Scared of spiders, you're gonna be trapped in a room with them with only jars being in their way.

Scared of the dark? Blindfolded in a dark room with noise canceling headphones.

Scared of knives? Be prepared to have scars for a long time.

Aizawa doesn't hold back.

And he knows what this does to you.

Like I said, it's just a game to him.

~

In short: Run bitch.

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sick (but never of you)

contents ౨ৎ ⋆ s. aizawa x fem reader. fluff. cursing. 997 words ★ your husband insists on taking care of you when you fall ill, despite your protests.

Not this shit again. 

You groan as your eyes flutter open for the second time after you said you were fine, then proceeded to dramatically faint in Shota’s arms in the middle of your patrol and sit up, hurriedly tossing the pile of soft blankets off your body.

You shiver despite the warmth radiating from the heater nearby. Shota must have brought it out for you after getting you home.

“What do you think you’re doing?” 

The disapproving voice of your husband floats over, and there he is, leaning on the doorway with a steaming bowl of something in his hands. You perk up despite yourself. Miso soup? 

“I don’t have time to sleep off a little cold, Shota!” Your arms tremble as you try to force yourself off of the plush king-sized bed. “It’s already past nine, I have to head to the agency.”

“Don’t care, didn’t ask.” Shota wraps his arms around you to trap you in place, ignoring your insistent budging. “You’re staying home today with the cat.”

“But—But they need me…” You weakly mumble in his firm grip. It was no use trying to break free, and you’re not sure if you even want to anymore with how nice he feels against you.

“And I need you here.” His stern gaze doesn’t waver, and his hand guides your head from the back of your hair, which you’re certain looks like a disaster zone right now, to rest on his chest. “It’s my job to make sure you’re safe, happy and healthy.”

Shota brushes a hair from your face and tucks it behind your ear. The little beads of sweat on your skin don’t bother him in the slightest.

“So let me do my job.”

“Are you using your teacher voice on me?” You grumble into the dark fabric of his sleeveless shirt. He smells warm and like all things good, as if he just came out of the shower. 

“I vaguely recall someone commenting that it was ‘hot.” Shota’s gravelly voice teases your ear and his stubble tickles your cheek as he smirks, knowing he’s won the battle when he finally feels you melt in defeat against him. 

He brushes a soft kiss to your forehead. “Stay in bed, sweetheart, I’ll be right back.”

“Okay.” You say in a tiny voice, weakly slumping back into the sheets. 

Shota comes back with a spoon and a folded piece of paper. A hint of a smile tugs at his lips as he holds it out to you.

“Looks like I’m not the only one that wants you to stay home.”

Your eyes widen as you look at the get-well card in your hands.

feel beter soon!! lots of loove, eri it said, with millions of tiny hearts doodled around your name. You choke back a sob as your eyes fall onto the little stick figure drawings of you pushing the little gray-haired girl on a swing set. 

It looked just like the one from the playground nearby that you would often take her to on your days off.

us when youre not sick anymor! :D

“Shota, give me that damn soup.”

He chuckles deeply and scoots closer on the bed to feed you. You squeeze your eyes shut as a sharp throb suddenly pierces through your head.

“The room’s spinning again, that’s not normal is it?”

“No. No, it’s not.” Shota’s forehead creases in concern, bringing the spoon of warm soupy goodness up to your lips while his other hand holds yours.

You part your lips to drink it, letting the rich, comforting flavor of miso spread across your tongue.

Letting out a little sigh of relief, you’re about to lean back before Shota sets the bowl down on the nightstand to prop up the pillows behind you, making sure you’re comfortable before he picks it back up again and holds up another spoonful to your mouth.

“Come on, one more for me sweetheart.” 

“Not hungry anymore,” you huff, turning your head away from his outstretched hand.

He lifts an eyebrow. 

“We can cuddle after you take your medicine.”

“...Can you rub my tummy too?”

“You know I will.”

You sniffle and reluctantly open your mouth to sip a spoonful of the soup once again.

“Atta girl.” Shota smooths a kiss on your forehead, rubbing circles against the back of your hand. 

He reaches over to the nightstand to grab your medicine he picked up from the local pharmacy earlier, and hands a small cup of what he pours to you. 

You grimace at its cherry-colored contents and tilt your head back to drink it in one go like a shot.

“Good job. Now come lay on me.” He didn’t need to ask you twice, but Shota’s hands are already on your waist to gently flip you over him as he takes your previous position on the bed, setting you down to rest your head on your usual spot on his chest.

He strokes your hair gently, arm snug against your back while he presses you to him. “How are you feeling?”

“A little bit better,” you mumble, absentmindedly tracing the outline of his abs under his shirt. It's always been soothing to you.

Shota’s chest rumbles as he lets out a husky laugh. “Are you just saying that so you can keep tracing my abs?”

“Maybe.” You giggle against him, which turns into a cough and he firmly pats your back. His hand slides under your pajamas to rub gentle circles on your tummy like he promised. You softly squeal at the ticklish feeling of his hard-earned callouses against your skin, and Shota tenderly kisses your cheek once, twice.

All your senses are numb, but you can still feel the overflowing love behind them.

“Go to sleep, sweet girl. I got you,” he murmurs into your hair.

“Okay.” You comply easily this time, nuzzling deeper into his chest. “Goodnight, Shota.”

“Goodnight, angel. Love you.”

“Love you too,” you mumble before drifting off to sleep in the safety of his warm arms.

Maybe being sick wasn’t all bad.