#MHA Aizawa x Reader

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basorexia ⸺ chapter 3⇥ emulation

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

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

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

masterlist. taglist.

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

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

word count ⇥ 4.9k

You haven’t slept a wink.

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

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

What were you going to do?

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

I know your secret angel, ;-)

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

Now it backfired in both of your faces. 

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

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

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

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

Who are you??

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

You’ll find that out soon, won’t you?

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

Please just leave me alone!!!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So who was that?”

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

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

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

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

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

I don’t think you want me to do that

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

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

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

Trust me, I’ll know

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

Aww, where’d you go?

Oh I see

You're with him

Enjoy your time with him

You’re gonna miss it.

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

You wrote out a reply,

Fine, I’ll do it.

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

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

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

You look so pretty while wearing blue. 

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

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

“...ello… hello? Yo!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your phone lights up again. 

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

Be there, or else.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Okay, so it wasn’t just me then?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wow, you really do listen.”

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

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

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

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

Hawks.

It was Hawks.

Keigo. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Glad you think so highly of me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Sooo i hope you dont mind if i decide to resend an old request..

In the past, I was inspired by my “For you” page that made me to request this, can i request UA Teachers (Eraserhead, Present Mic, and Midnight) react to their s/o making and giving them an Amigurumi? Most amigurumi are animal based, so can you do that but for what kind of animal they each get is yours to decide.

If you dont know what an Amigurumi is, it is a stuffed crochet doll that orginated from Japan. For some reason my “For you” page have been filled with them but honestly i dont really mind.

Hope you have a good day/night!

- Flower Anon 🌸

I'm actually really glad you resent this request, aaaa! I find it so cute and am honestly in love with them, haha! Thank you so much for this idea, and I hope you'll like this, Flower Anon!!<33

Content: Established romantic relationship, fluff, sfw

Reader has no set pronouns!!

((Not proofread))

》ERASER HEAD

He wonders for a moment if it's his birthday, when you hand him Amigurumi in the shape of a black cat. But when you simply express that you wanted to give him a random gift on a random day, he relaxes and thanks you for it calmly. He may not show it outwardly, but he does really love it. He is also very impressed to hear that you handmade it for him, mainly because he could never even come close to replicating it.

Since he's stuck in the school dorms on most days due to his job, he keeps the Amigurumi on his bed, as it comforted him whenever you weren't there. It was nice to have something around that reminded him of you.

He probably also took it to class with him sometimes and puts it on his desk with the most serious expression, as his students give him confused looks. He doesn't tell them where he got it from except that he vaguely hints that it's from you with curt and unclear answers.

》PRESENT MIC

Protect your ears

To say that he is thankful and excited would be an understatement. If his loud yelling of how grateful he was doesn't prove it, then the way he was practically squishing you in a tight hug was enough. He'll immideatly ask you where you got it from, and the excitement continues when he finds out that you made it yourself. His was in the shape of a white cockatoo, which he found awfully fitting.

He expects to have a crocheting date with you now, where you teach him how to make one with you together. He just finds them so cute and is determined to create a matching one for you, even if it doesn't turn out as good. At least he's trying!

With that said, absolutely everyone he knows, including friends, family, and students alike, has met his new Amigurumi friend one way or another. The number of pictures he took of it is insane and he keeps it on his desk whilst he does his podcasts. (He ofcourse also told his dear listeners all about how talented his s/o was!)

》MIDNIGHT

She was also estatic at the Amigurumi that was in the shape of a black swan. Giving you a tight hug and a sly kiss to the cheek, she happily thanked you for the gift and praised you for your talent, leaving you a blushing mess. (Not that that's new-)

She keeps it on her all time, either in her bag to work or on her classroom desk. It's always there with her to remind her of her wonderful s/o! Midnight also gladly shows it off to everyone who cares as well, her chest practically swelling with pride when she sees the awe filled looks of her students.

She'll probably also want to learn how to make one and actually end up being pretty good at it. She'd make you a white swan to match hers ofcourse.

[aizawaluvr]

` ♰ . . . SHOUTA AIZAWA.

[ Things to Love ]

We know he loves cats. But he likes to the feed stray cats in his area, he's done it so often that they all congregate in the same area every evening to wait for him.

He doesn't have much of a sweet tooth and prefers dark chocolate over any other type. He gives sweeter foods he isn't keen on to those around him who do - maybe you, definitely Eri and Hizashi.

His love language is acts of service. He isn't good with words, and he's only physically affectionate towards you and Eri. His most usual sign of love is flowers every Friday, for the end of the week with a sweet thank you. Also, picking up your favourite snacks when he sees them.

He prefers baths over showers. He likes to relax and sometimes he falls asleep in the bath, especially when he leaves the lights off, it's scared you multiple times.

He believes in the paranormal, he finds the stories interesting and he has many of his own stories from over the years of late night patrols.

He's also a great storyteller. He's not much of a talker but when he's telling a story everyone becomes mesmerised.

He literally pretty much only has black clothing. Even his socks and underwear are black. There's a few odd colours that is kept tucked away because he doesn't like how disorganised they look in the rest.

And funnily enough, his pink joggers are his favourite to wear around the house. He bought both you and Eri matching pairs, now all three of you wear them a lot.

He is an incurable insomniac, but he hates energy drinks. They give him the vilest headaches and he generally hates the taste of them.

He has nice handwriting, sort of hard to read because it's in cursive though.

He's an android user and doesn't customise anything. His lockscreen is of you and Eri with cats. But that's the only thing he changes.

He has a love for spicy food and he handles spice like a pro. He loves food in general but spicy / savoury are his favourite.

He doesn't snore when he sleeps but sometimes he mumbles, and he has nightmares pretty much every night. But sometimes he's tired to the point he doesn't dream at all.

He doesn't cry much but when he does he prefers to do it when he's alone. He's only cried two times in front of you and that's because of his past and when he hadnt been able to protect you as well as he could have. It broke your heart.

He loves lazy kisses. Cuddling while sharing soft kisses in between small conversations, it's sweet and cute and it's a reminder of how comfortable he feels with you.

He has scars littered across his body. Some bigger than others and though he doesn't pay much attention to his body he does wonder if you find the scars unattractive, even when you trace and kiss them.

Speaking of his body, he's ripped, big and beefy and tall. To keep in shape to do all the work he does, he needs to stay fit and usually wears baggy clothing so it hides how muscular he really is. He will admit he's most proud of his thighs and shoulders - they're big.

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[loveandfictionforall]

Any chance of getting a fluff headcanon for Aizawa, Fatgum, and Bakugos first date with Reader?

If you like it, please be kind and reblog it 🥰

Aizawa

The first date would be at your place. Perfect for his wish of privacy and not in his rooms because he tends to be overly careful at first.

You two will cook together but without a plan on what to do. You would look into the fridge and just make something up along the way.

Drinking some wine along the evening, Aizawa always looking that your and his cup is filled with enough red wine.

After eating, you two would end up on the couch. In the background a movie would run, set on nearly no sound so you could talk in a low voice. Aizawa and you would be talking for no hours.

Somewhere in that talking, the atmosphere would shift, growing more comfortable around each other and slowly getting more physical.

It will at least end with you cuddling against his side and will at max end with a lot of heated kissed and looks.

FatGum

The first date would be in a really cozy restaurant where Toyomitsu knows the owner. Because of that, you two get the best place in that restaurant: Right on the rooftop. Decorated with beautiful flowers and lights, making it really romantic.

You two would talk for hours while enjoying your meal.

Afterwards you would stargaze on the couch. Ironically it is the only couch there, big enough to lay down but not big enough to avoid skin contact.

And such, you two begin quickly to touch each other, holding hands, stroking the hair of each other and cuddling.

It does not take a lot to finally get kissed under the stars. And boy, you do not wish that it ends.

Bakugo

It would start with training. Of course it does. Bakugo and you would be training after he shouted at you for a match against each other.

After really powering yourself out, you two would lay beside each other on the ground, watching the clouds fly by.

After some minutes, finally some talking began between the two of you. A low murmur, getting right to the deep questions because Bakugo does not do smalltalk.

It takes some time but after a while, you can feel how a hand sneaks up towards yours, carefully playing with the fingers until he finally pulled your hands towards his and intertwined his fingers with yours, content to finally been able to do what he wanted to do.

[veethewriter]

Could you make small Fics for UA teachers (or u could choose on) and write about them noticing that you don’t eat enough food or just a comfort fic

I only did mic and aizawa for this but if you want more just send another request.

Aizawa usually stays in his classroom during lunch time, so it'll probably take a while for him to notice. He'll probably start to notice once your strength starts to go down. He'll pay attention to you more and try to figure out what is causing it. Once he sees it's because of the fact you're not eating much, he'll start bringing you meals at lunch time, he probably won't hand make them but he'll get them from lunch rush.

Getting up from his desk, he grabbed the two lunches he had gotten earlier in the day before heading to the employee lounge. He looked around before spotting you, setting the second lunch in front of you. He watched as you looked up at him in surprise from doing the paperwork you had on the table.

"You need to eat something, it's not good for you to be skipping meals, please....", He looks at you with worry in his eyes as he pushes the food towards you.

Sighing you softly take the food and start eating, while aizawa sits in front of you, starting to eat with you. You know after all that he is just looking out for you....

Present mic is probably the one to notice the quickest, especially since he is in the teachers lounge often. He'll probably watch you do it for a couple of days before even asking you about it. After asking, if he still sees you're not eating, he'll start bringing you food. When he does bring you food however, it's takeout from your favorite restaurants.

Humming loudly to himself as he heads to the teachers lounge. Mic is hoping you're there that way, he can give you the food. He had got some this morning on his way into UA because he had figured you skipped breakfast again. Once he found you he sat next to you, putting down the food in front of you.

"Y/N, I brought you some food from (f/r)! They had some new stuff too, so I got that in case you wanna try it!)". He smiled at you, hoping you would go ahead and eat.

You smiled back softly, before deciding "alright but only if you try some of it with me".

Of course he agreed happily, as long as you ate...

[mossybee-exe]

Kitty|Aizawa x Adult! F! Reader PART SEVEN

Summary:You finally get to hold your newborn baby, and are able to go home after a couple more days! All while Aizawa mulls over on proposing to you.

Kitty Masterlist

You could barely contain your excitement as the nurse rolls in the little bed that carried your newborn daughter, sleeping peacefully and all wrapped up like a burrito. Aizawa happily watches as the nurse transfers the small baby to your arms. You cradle her gently and stare down at her with such a happy smile and your eyes become a little glossy while the nurse leaves.

"Isn't Miyako just so precious, Shota?" You ask, not taking your e/c eyes off of her. "She is." He agrees. Her small hairs were already showing to be black, clearly taking the dominant trait from her father. "Wanna hold her?" You offer, looking up at him. "Oh, sure." He says. You carefully transfer Miyako to him and he cradles the small human in his arms.

He gently rubs his thumb across her soft plump cheeks, casing her to wiggle around and stir in her sleep. "I'm just glad that both of you are okay, considering what happened." He tells you. "Yeah, but at least we're okay!" You remind him. He nods and looks back down at Miyako. He started to think while looking down at his child. I can't believe I already have a child, and I'm not even married!

He glances up at you as you looked out the window. Maybe I should propose? He adds to his thoughts. You did look beautiful, even in the hospital gown. You still looked like an angel to him. However, you just gave birth to a child and you were in a hospital setting. This wasn't a good time. You two needed to work on taking care of your child right now.

"So, when do you think you'll be discharged?" Aizawa asks you. "The nurse said in just a few days probably." You reply and he nods. You stared at his face and noticed some worry in his eyes. "Don't worry, Miyako won't be okay! The nurses said she was okay!" You reassure him. "I know." Aizawa simply replied.

It wasn't his daughter he was worried about. It was wether he should propose to you soon. I mean, you have a child now! And you both love each other so there was virtually no reason you should say no. But you only just gave birth. It definitely wasn't the best time to propose. He will allow you to rest, give you and himself time to get used to this new life. Then he will consider it.

Not like I have the money to buy a ring right now anyway. He added to his thoughts.

That's when Miyako began to cry. "Aww come here! Is someone hungry?" You ask in a loving voice before Aizawa handed her back into your outstretched arms. You tucked her in close and pulled down one side of your hospital gown to feed her.

That's when Aizawa feels his phone buzz in his pocket so he excuses himself and went out into the hall to take it.

Hello?

Shoutaaaa!!! How'd it go?? Are they both alright?

Aizawa recognized Mic's voice on the other side of the phone.

Yes they're fine Mic. Both Y/N and Miyako.

Woahh you already have a name for her?? What does she look like?

I'll show you later.

Oh fine. Good luck and congrats!

Mic then hung up and so did Aizawa. He sighs and went back inside to find both you and Miyako asleep. You fixed up your hospital gown and Miyako slept on your chest peacefully.

He couldn't help but feel a smile grow on his face.

I really do love her.

[deathc-re]

oh, how he just wants to make a pretty little house wife of you. leave you with absolute freedom and autonomy over your time.

you want to go shopping? here's his card.

you want to join a yoga/ pilates/ kickboxing class? let's register you together!

you want to renovate the kitchen? my buddy knows a guy.

he wants to come home and smell the amazing cooking you have for him. or on lazy days, plop on the couch with you and eat take out.

he wants to smile at his phone while at work because you sent him a selfie of you eating breakfast at noon, or taking the dog for a walk, or with shopping backs in the trunk or with the people you're volunteering with or whatever it is your heart desires.

he wants to see you on the porch, barefoot and pregnant, rubbing your belly and waving to him as he pulls up in the driveway.

he wants to hear you ramble on about the new book you read and hated/loved. or help you brainstorm ideas for your passion project.

he wants to brag about you to all his work buddies and bring you to all the corporate dinners and stroke his own ego while you bashfully tell his coworkers that you "don't have a job, my husband takes care of everything."

NANAMIN, BAKUGO, KIRISHIMA, FATGUM, IZUKU, aizawa, yuuta, armin, iida, iwazumi, sugawara + whoever else you want!

[uwtloml]

Ok so what if we accidentally send the mha boys nudes

- 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘩𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘴 𝘯𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘴!

𝘧𝘵. 𝘬𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘬𝘪 𝘣𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘨𝘰𝘶, 𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘬𝘪 𝘬𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘪, 𝘦𝘫𝘪𝘳𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘢, 𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘰𝘴𝘩𝘪 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘰, 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘺𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘪, 𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘬𝘪, 𝘬𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘮𝘪, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘢 𝘢𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘸𝘢

a/n i hope i added all the characters u wanted 🤍

@star-the-rabid-dog also requested this!!

[misssmina]

Y’all don’t make use of subtle/weird traits in fics enough.

Dudes—

Bakugou literally has hyperhidrosis. Make him switch shirts constantly, or constantly wiping his hands, or outright refusing to touch things because nitroglycerin is a volatile substance.

Midoriya is constantly chewing on his lips or thumb while in thought. Either his lips are SO chapped or he’s a skin picker and the skin around his finger tips are super rough.

Uraraka is a poor kid. She would absolutely have some kind of financial anxiety. Make her be extremely frugal OOOORRR BETTER YET make her absolutely awful with money.

Aizawa is a hypersomniac. Give the man a nightmare disorder or something. We can be more imaginative than just always kinda tired.

Kirishima has/had really bad quirk envy. Please I need to see this addressed more. Even at the best hero school, in the top class, he talks down on his quirk.

Todoroki really doesn’t think very much. He acts quickly but very thoughtlessly. Coming to incorrect conclusions and moving too fast without knowing what to do next.

[iisasxia]

Housewife!Reader who enjoys staying at home and making a messy breakfast with her kid(s)

Housewife!Reader who’s trying her best to pretend she doesn’t see her child hiding behind the sofa when they play hide n’ seek

Housewife!Reader who loves surprising her husband in matching onesies with her and the kids; always getting a soft smile the minute dad/husband walks through the door.

Housewife!Reader who gets pampered behind closed doors because she’s such a good mom and a great wife her husband can’t help but want to satisfy her.

Housewife!Reader who’s put in a mating press as she looks up and gives her husband soft doe eyes.. the same ones that made her a mommy in the first place.

“So- thrust good baby- thrust.” “You’re so pretty, such a pretty mommy.”

He places a hand on your lower tummy causing you to whine at the pressure now emitting from his dick pressing against you harder.

He leans down to kiss your forehead, his hands now holding the back of your calves, you were so fucked out you could barely speak coherent words but you loved it like this. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Pussy’s so good… fuck- Wanna give you another one, yeah? One more baby I promise..” he pushes you gently a little further, his tip now directly hitting your sweet spot.

“You can take it for me can’t you doll?”

He leans down to whisper in your ear, his hands letting go of your legs as they fall to his sides and his arms cage you in.. one hand in your hair and the other against the bed.

“I love you, so much.”

He plants soft kisses along your jawline before pulling back a little and smirking against your lips.

“Let me give you that daughter you’ve always wanted.”

and that’s how you ended up pregnant.. again.

|| Katsuki Bakugou, Eijiro Kirishima, Izuku Midoriya, Hawks, Dabi, Shota Aizawa, Mr. Compress, Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Toji Fushiguro, Kento Nanami, Ino Takuma, Jean Kirstein, Eren Yeager, Hak, others you think fit luv. ||

[sqtorux]

you cunningly rock your hips while sitting on his lap and he's STRUGGLING.

and you're so sly knowing exactly what you're doing to him. you can see him visibly struggling, his jaw clenched hard but you have no intention of stopping.

"isn't it so hot guys?" you adjust your seating, grinding against his erection subtly. your circle of friends agree but he's not listening or contributing to the discussion about some temperature.

you push further bravely upon seeing how desperate he was and move up a notch, gently brushing your hands on his rock hard dick.

he exhales a breath of hot hair, tickling the back of your neck and your confidence splurges. you boldly rock your hips again, just one more and you're done — you promise yourself.

but just as you were about to execute your amazing idea, big firm hands stop your motions short. they hold against your hips, immobilising you in place.

he leans closer into the crook of your neck, grunting softly "you're gonna regret that."

"regret what?" you look at him innocently.

he huffs out an annoyed scoff as his hot breath tingles the side of your neck "lets see how slick you can be when i have my way with you later."

gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento, toji fushiguro, nakahara chuuya, tetcho suehiro, michizo tatchihara, shota aizawa, dabi, akaashi keiji, tsukishima kei, wakatoshi ushijima, levi ackerman + your contributions?

[neesieiumz]

BASOREXIA ⋰ ⟪A. SHOUTA ﹠ K. TAKAMI⟫

chapter four ↬ a divided night

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

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

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

chapter summary ↬ after two weeks of non-response from Keigo, you finnaly get a call from him today. Today, you'll learn just how far Keigo wants you to go? you'll do it right? after all, so much depends on you, right?

chapter warnings ↬ sm*t, 18+, minors do not interact. blow-jobs. slight face-fucking. cow-girl position. // blackmail. dubious-con. cunnilingus. fingering. yandere tendencies.

word count ↬ 4.5k

Nothing.

No texts. No calls. No emails. No nothing from Keigo. Nothing. 

A week had passed since that fateful dinner, something that changed the course of your life of course. After the dinner, he suddenly disappeared, soon learning he went to a two-week-long conference out of the country. 

On purpose, you thought to yourself, as you lay in bed, draping yourself on Shouta’s warm body. Lifting your head slightly, you glanced over at your phone, face down against the wooden nightstand. Letting out a silent breath as you rested your head against him again. The sun was barely peeking through the curtains, indicative of a new day approaching. You twisted your body, Shouta’s own unconsciously reacting to your movements as you laid stomach-down against him. Using your hands to rest your chin, feeling his chest heave slowly, up and down. His hands had readjusted themselves, resting underneath your bare ass, holding you close to him. Smirking, an idea popping into your head, as you begin to shuffle, moving yourself lower and lower. You came face to face with his boxers, his erection pressing against them, threatening to come out with one move. 

You looked back up at his resting face, before glancing back down at your task at hand. Thumbing at the elastic hem, you slowly pulled down the fabric, his length springing up from its confinements. You pulled the rest of the boxers down for some freeing space, before wrapping your hand around him. Gasping as you leaned forwards, placing a few kisses up and down. Soon you stuck your tongue, gliding yourself up and down, your hand following along. Shouta let out a deep groan, still deep in his sleep, his body moving around. Smirking, continuing your actions as your thumb soon reached up to his thick mushroom-like tip, pre-cum dribbling out of him, trailing down. Your tongue soon reaches the tip as well, swirling it around before taking it, sucking on it slowly. Slowly and slowly, you swallowed him more and more, using your hands to cover what you couldn't. 

The slightly salty taste didn't deter you, letting out a slight moan as you could feel his tip hitting the back of your throat. You drooled all over him as you sucked away at him, stretching your throat around him. You could feel your pussy throb as you gagged around him, your slick dripping down the back and your inner thighs. Your hands worked around the thick length of his cock, the slippery spit helping you. Tears welled in your eyes, your soft moans vibrating through him. Shouta’s groans and gasps echoed throughout the room, along with the wet sounds of your actions. His body jerked and trembled underneath you, before feeling his rough hands slowly sliding up your body. Glancing up, you locked eyes with dark brown ones, still heavy with sleep. Cheeks curling into a smirk, you continued to swallow him down, the feeling of his eyes on you phishing you to go faster and faster. 

“Fuck, just like that,” he groaned, his hands soon reaching up to your wrapped-up hair, his large hands grabbing at it, guiding your head up and down his cock. 

Gasping, coming up for a few breaths, spit and drool dripping from your lips, your hand still twisting around him. Before you could go back down, you could feel his hands leave your head, going right back to your waist. Squealing as he suddenly pulled you up, straddling you right onto his waist, giggling as you towered over him. His legs bent upwards, stabilizing himself as he lifted you up. Letting out a loud, gaspy moan as he slowly slid himself into you. The stretch was slightly painful, as neither of you prepped, but that didn't stop you. Your hands flew up to his shoulders, your nails digging into his bare skin as he sunk further and further into you. You whimpered as he thrust into you one time, testing the waters.

He hummed and waited a few moments before doing it again, this time you whimpered dripping with pleasure instead of pain. 

“Shouta,” you gasped, clenching around him as he speedily thrust into you, taking in every sound that you make. 

He said nothing, only humming as his hands rested on your ass, easily lifting you up and down his cock. Your moans soon got louder and louder, echoing against the otherwise empty room you both lay in. You moved your head down to look at him, his eyes closed, face contorted in pleasure. Smiling, one of your hands reaching up, thumb stroking at his face. Slowly, your hips ground against him, following along with his rhythm. You could feel his hands squeeze at your sides, keeping you stable as you rocked yourself as well, following along. The two of you locked eyes, looking into his deep brown ones, gazing down at his rough stubble. Your hands were stretched out, pressing against his naked chest, feeling the hairs on his chest scratching against your palms. Head thrown back in pleasure, spit dripping from your mouth as your mind hazed over. 

Legs trembling, your eyes rolled back to your head as you were thrust into your orgasm. Your nails dug moons into his skin, stabilizing yourself from the erotic feeling. Shouta let off heavy grunts before reaching his own climax, letting off low moans as he filled you up. Breathing heavily, slumping up against his sweaty body, laying across his chest. You could feel his hands sliding up and down your back, his actions providing an unknown comfort. As your mind and body began to relax, eyes lowering further and further, you couldn't help that one last glance before turning your head and body, facing your lover. His head was turned from you, his phone in hand. Glancing over at the screen, you could tell he was scrolling through emails, rolling his eyes at certain ones. Glancing down at his face one more time, you couldn't help the swell within your heart as you pushed yourself up, kissing up along his beard. 

Shouta groaned which formed into a deep chuckle as he suddenly placed his phone down before turning and facing you. You giggled as he basically scooped you into his arms, pushing right back into your previous position, straddling him, and pressing against his now soft dick. 

“Insatiable, is what I should call you?” His morning voice was so much deeper than his regular one, and his regular one was already so deep. 

The low vibrations only caused you to ache further, inhaling and breathing out slowly, lowly moaning as well. 

“I can’t help it, when you look like that,” your voice alluring to him as his hands slide right back down to your waist, beginning to continue your ride as well.

You were still dripping wet, a mix of both his and your juices mixing and sopping out of you. Just as you were about to reach down and put him right back inside of you. A sudden sound jolted the both of you. The two of you glanced over to your left, seeing your phone rigging and vibrating against the nightstand. Sighing, you leaned over as much as you could, grabbing the device off the table. Your eyes glanced down at the caller ID before widening in complete shock. 

Keigo is calling…

Your heart was beating in between your ears, you could do nothing but stare at the screen. You must have been staring for too long because Shouta’s voice soon cut through your trance, “are you going to answer that?”

Inhaling sharply, you turned to look at him, “hmm? Oh..” you started, looking back at your phone.

“...yeah, give me a minute, “ you mumbled, swinging your leg off of him and the bed. 

On the floor, you grabbed his shirt before flinging it on and walking to the bathroom. You opened the door before closing it behind you, before walking over to the toilet, opening it up, and sitting right on top of it. Your hands were shaking, you could barely move your thumb to the white and green sliding button. 

You answered the call. 

“Hello…”

“Heyyy, good morning? Hope I didn’t wake you up!”

He answered as if nothing was amiss between the two of you like it was him calling to see if your plans to go to the coffee shop were still on. 

You sniffed a bit before answering, “umm no, I was… I was already awake.”

He hummed, “that’s good, that’s good. Listen, I was wondering if you had any free time today to hang out this morning, head over to the coffee shop we always go to?”

“Um… I don’t know if I’m free right now…?”

“Oh no, that’s perfectly fine! I understand this was all short notice.”

You almost sighed in relief but you held that until you pressed the glaring red button. Just as you were about to say your goodbyes, Keigo suddenly cut in. 

“But you’ll be free tonight right?”

You blinked, heart racing again, “to…tonight?”

He hummed, “yes tonight, you’ll come to the address I’ll send you right? Be there at 8?”

“Keigo, I—”

You could feel your heart dropping as Keigo’s tone suddenly turned into a desolate coldness you had only a taste of during the dinner, “it’d be in your best interest if you were free tonight.”

Blinking away the tears, you slowly nodded your head, sniffing a bit, “okay, okay… I’m free tonight.”

“Wonderful! I’ll see you tonight!”

Click.

Whole body shaking, you could help the fumble as you tried to catch your phone, but it was no use, the electronic device clanging and hitting the floor. You covered your mouth, muffling the frantic sobs that were beginning to spill out of your mouth. You sank to the floor, hitting your head against the sink cabinet. Tears burned in your eyes, nearly blinding you as you tried to blink and wipe them away but it was no use, the hot liquid streaming down your face. The heavy sinking feeling within grew larger, like a ball of lead habituating within your stomach. Your mind was hazed, like black smoke slowly filling your thoughts, and your senses, you could only rock yourself, hoping to find some kind of lifeline, but you were hanging on by a thread.

What were you going to do? Do you tell Shouta, do you just break things off with him and continue… whatever Keigo was offering towards you? Or do you lie to him… lie to him about what Keigo has been sending you? Lie to him and not tell him how he’s been stalking the two of you since the summer times?

Knock. Knock. Knock. 

You gasp, looking towards the door, your eyes clearing as you heard his voice. 

“Love… are you okay?”

Inhaling sharply, you pushed yourself up as quickly as you could, turning to look at yourself in the mirror. You turned on the sink, cupping your hands underneath the running water before splashing your face multiple times to clean your face of the snot that had begun to drop down your face, as well as the tears that had dried and made white streaks against your face. Grabbing the towel, begin to wipe your face before walking towards the door, and opening it. You looked up at Shouta, taking on a confused look on your face. 

“Yeah, everything’s fine, just got a call from my mom, about my grandmother? She… she had a real bad scare but they said she’ll be fine.”

Your grandmother was currently in hospice, in the final year of her life. You felt slightly sick to use her life as an excuse for your troubles, but you had no other way to explain your red eyes and croaky voice. Shouta’s face turned from confused to a more wistful look. He reached out towards you, pulling you into an embrace. All you could feel was his red-hot guilt running through you. You don’t deserve his comfort, you don’t deserve his hugs, his love, and his tranquility that he brings with him. You soon wrapped your arms around him, your tears only reigniting, the salty liquid hitting Shouta’s bare skin. 

You may not deserve his comfort, but by god, were you going to take what you could. 

∘₊✧──────✧₊∘

You stood in front of the house, the large frame daunting in front of you. It was a modern house with a contemporary style, as if he was trying to show off in every aspect. Every light was off, including the ones decorating the edges of the very large driveway, which conveniently, only had one car in front of it. It was the one you would see him drive all the time. So you knew, this was his home.

You wore a large, leather coat, one of the many gifts Shouta had given you. Two hours before arriving here, you got another text from Keigo, it was a picture of you, during the summer. You were alone in said picture, but you knew the implications behind it and just happened to see familiar dark hair standing not too far from you. 

Wear the outfit you wore in this picture, exactly to the tee. 

It was a black jean mini-skirt, with chains wrapped and hanging on the fabric as well, along with a lace-see-through bodysuit. You had paired it with the long leather coat along with knee-length platform combat boots as well as see-through black stockings with black dots all over them. The hairstyles were different of course, you had your natural hair pressed and flat iron in a silk press while your hair is currently in butterfly locs right now. Sighing as you slide away from the pictures, before suddenly landing on a picture you took of you and Shouta a while back. You couldn’t stop the smile that appeared on your face as you

Your phone buzzed in your hands, lifting up to see a text from Keigo. 

Are you gonna stand outside and catch a cold, or are you gonna come inside?

You gazed up at the house once again, before letting out a breath and walking up towards the door. You could do nothing but the sounds of your heavy breathing and your boots hitting the pavement. You soon stood before the door, hand shaking as you curled your hand into a fist before knocking on it one, two, three times. You brought your hand down, hands fidgeting at your side. 

He didn’t come to the door, the cool wind blowing at your side. Was he watching you stand out here? You shuffled a bit, side to side. He definitely knew you were out here, as evidenced by the text he sent you. You picked up your phone, glancing at the text still lingering around on your lock screen. 

The deadlock clicked, your eyes widening as the sound of the doorknob turning caught your attention. The door barely squeaked as it was opening. Standing behind the construct was the man himself. He wasn’t in the fancy attire you had last seen him in, rather he was wearing a baggy shirt, along with some gray sweatpants, hanging off of his waist. His amber eyes gazed down at you, lingering off your figure before looking at you dead in your eyes. The sudden sharp look jolted you, taking a step back in shock. 

He then smirked, before taking a step back, turning his body so you could enter the home, his arm gesturing out for you to do so. With no other option, you entered his abode. 

The decor of his home shocked you a bit, expensive looking, one might think too expensive for a professor’s salary. The entire right wall was made of windows, allowing you to see the greenery behind you along with the sun-setting sky. He could feel his aura standing right behind you, as you moved into his living room. There were a multitude of couches spread out throughout the large living room. 

“Pick anywhere to sit at, make yourself comfortable.” He called out in front of you, before brushing past you, heading towards something that looked like a kitchen area. 

You could only nod your head, before walking towards the couch that faced the large fireplace, which was on, heating and illuminating the room. You rubbed your hands together, to gather heat between your hands. You could hear the clacking of glass and proline against each other in the background for a bit before the sound of the footsteps replaced it. Looking over to your left, you found Keigo walking towards you, holding a tray in his hands. 

He came around you, placing the tray right on the expensive coffee table right in front of you. In the tray, you saw an assortment of different treats, along with two steaming hot cups of what looked like hot chocolate. Your eyes caught movement as you glanced up, seeing his form walk access the space between you and the table before taking a seat a few inches away from you. 

“I just got back from a really big conference, so I couldn’t do much grocery shopping but there was the sweet store and bakery that I thought you might really enjoy! You like wafer cookies, right?”

You blinked, wafer cookies were your favorite cookies, you almost always got them whenever you went out to bakeries and sweet shops. You glanced down at the tray before making eye contact with a multitude of different colored wafer cookies. Green-colored matcha-flavored, there was a light pink strawberry-flavored cookie, with the filling squished in between them. Chocolate flavored, and your favorite flavor, vanilla. 

You nodded your head, before looking away from the table, looking at the carpet resting on top of the brown porcelain floors. Cold hands jolted you as you felt pads of fingers pressing into your face before the hand turned you towards your right. 

“Come on,” he smiled, although his smile did not reach his eyes. 

“I put in all that work in Paris to get you these snacks, you don’t know who I had to bribe in order to get this back here.” In his other hand, he held the creme-colored wafer in his hands, holding up close to plump, glossy lips. 

With a singular press, you held back a whine as you slowly opened your mouth. Keigo smirked, before prodding the sweet into your mouth. You bit down, a noticeable soft crunch before the saccharine flavor hit your tongue oh-so-perfectly. The vanilla bean was noticeable, paired with most high-grade sugar along with the perfect crunch of the wafer cookie. This was superior to the wafer cookies you would buy at the grocery stores. You hated how much you enjoyed it, how much the flavor, the filling, and the cookie melted on your tongue. You swallowed the dessert, already missing the flavor before feeling the slighted ragged edge pressed up against your lips. 

Keigo continued to feed you the cookie, following up with another flavor as well. He wouldn't let you feed yourself the cookies, possibly fulfilling one of the many things he wanted you to do. By the time he stopped, he had fed you one of every flavor, which was quite a few before suddenly lifting up one of the streaming cups up to your face. 

“Drink,” his voice was soft, but there was a stern tone, he wasn’t asking.

You bent your head over slightly, pushing your locs away from the side of your face, before taking a long sip of the smooth, silky hot chocolate, perfectly sweetened to the taste. You couldn't help but shiver as it hit your stomach, warming you from the inside. Keigo said nothing, shifting around a bit as he placed the cup down. You could only gaze down at your hands, seeing how the slight tremble was beginning to stop, your once nerve-wracking heart palpitations slowing down. Closing your eyes, sighing as you lean back against the leather couch, the cold feel only allows you to relax further. 

The press of something soft had you opening your eyes, making eye contact with a Keigo holding a soft white napkin in his hands.

“Here, you have some crumbs on your face.”

Before you could protest, he pressed the wipe on your face a little harder, not enough to wipe away the makeup you had put on your face but enough to wipe away the mess you had made. You sat still, waiting for him to finish on his fonding. You took the time to really take in his home. With the lavishness and modernity of it all, you wonder just what he does for the university to make a living like this. You couldn't help but compare to Shouta’s quaint two-story home, and wondered…

Just how much power did Keigo have?

With money comes power, and in comparison, Keigo… Keigo may have the upper hand. 

“... hello… hello?”

A snap broke you out of your trance, gasping a bit before quickly turning to the right, seeing Keigo’s concerned expression on you.

“Hey, you okay?” He placed a large hand on your knee.

It was like lightning struck, as you felt his caressing and rubbing away at your smooth skin, the softness of his in rough comparison to Shouta’s own. His hand slid down towards your inner thigh, all while his fingers rubbed circles in your skin. You let off a breathy gasp, cutting yourself off as you felt that familiar ache. You nodded your head, albeit a bit shaky as you tried to move a little to the left. His soft touch suddenly turned harsh, gripping your thigh and commanding in his own right. His face didn’t match the grip, the “concern” only shining further as he got closer to you. 

“No, no you don’t look all right, you look tense…” His hand slid down further, a slight squeak erupting from your lips. 

You tried to grab his hand, a last respite, but his other hand came up around, grabbing your hand before guiding it towards your other thigh. He used your hand and his one to part your thigh before the original hand continued toward your now-moist panties. You can feel his fingers slowly press against the fabric, right on top of your clit. The sudden feeling had you squirming in his hold

“Just let me help you,” he whispered, moving his head right near your ear. 

“Keigo… Keigo wait ,” you tried to interrupt but he immediately cut you off, by suddenly tugging your panties to the side. 

Your calls went unanswered, cut off as he slipped a finger into your wet pussy.

“Shush… shh …” he whispered, “do exactly what I say when I say it. You remember right?”

The flashes of Bambino enter your mind, the dinner that sets everything off for you and the next possible course of your life. Jet black hair and dark brown eyes flashed in your mind. You had to get him off of you somehow, but then something else popped into your mind. The texts, the emails, the pictures, the damning evidence that can ruin both your and Shouta’s lives together. The plans you had made after you had graduated, everything… 

You let out a choked moan as Keigo sunk another finger into you, curling up right up to your g-spot. His fingers were wet with your lube, he moved them slowly in and out within you. Deeper and deeper you fell as he pressed his thumb against your clit, not before dipping it in your juices before doing so. Your body arched against the couch as he did so, squeezing and clenching around his long fingers. 

“You feel good, baby?” He mumbled in your ear. 

You didn’t say anything, you couldn’t say anything, you could tremble in his hold as he twisted and coiled his fingers. You could only let out another moan as you hunch forward as your leg quivered, clenching tighter around him. Your lower abdomen felt ablaze as tears fell down your face you let out a sudden screech, your climax hitting you at a sudden full speed. Your nails dug into your thighs as you spilled over, having a death clench around his fingers. With a heavy breath, you fell back against the couch, sweat dripping down your face. An emptiness echoed in you as Keigo slowly pulled his fingers out of you. With what strength you could muster, you turned your head to look at him just as he placed them right on his tongue, letting off a muted moan as he sucked the juices off of them. 

After a few seconds, he pulled his fingers out, wiping his salvia on his sweatpants. Finding yourself, you placed your hands on either side of you, before beginning to push yourself up. Keigo must have heard you move because you felt two hands suddenly come up at your hips before suddenly turning your body. You squealed, back hitting the seats of the couch, long locs spread out under you. Your skirt rode up to your hips, revealing your pulled-back panties and soaked pussy to him. 

“Wait, wait what are you doing now…? Did you get what you wanted?”

He only smirked, pulling your legs closer towards his hunched form, “that was just to help you relax, this is what i really wanted.”

He pushed your legs back as far as they could while still wearing the dress. You could feel his fingers curled underneath the fabric of your underwear, before basically ripping it off your body, throwing it onto the floor. With no other warning, he went at you like a madman, sucking and eating away at your cunt. Keigo sucked at your already sensitive clit, causing you to squeal and buck in his hold. 

“Oh my god,” your voice cut in through the sound echoing through the house. 

“Fuck, I can taste him… you were with him this morning weren’t you?”

You could only let out a whine, body shaking as much as could whilst he pinned you down. 

Keigo lifted his face slightly before spitting right in your sopping cunt before diving back into you. Your back arched against the couch, unable to grapes anything. You could feel his tongue flicking your clit before his lips would wrap around it, sucking away at it. He was so messy with it, unlike Shouta, who would prefer for you to sit on his face and was a bit more refined with it. You could feel his lips smirking against you as he licked up and down, his tongue sticking into your hole. You couldn't help but take a glance at Kiego, seeing his face with your juices. The sight only caused you to lurch and buck right into his face.

“Oh,” his voice vibrates right against your clit, causing you to let out a gasp and moan, “someone’s enjoying themselves. What would dear ol’ Aizawa say?” He teased, laying long wet kisses right on your clit. 

“Don’t worry,” he said, causing you to look back down at him. 

“It’ll be our little secret.” 

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Could do mha headcannons for what they would do after a fight with their s/o? Could u do with UA teachers please ❤️ Thank u!

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A/N: Hello there! Thank you for the request, I really like the idea! I didn't know which teachers you wanted exactly, so I hope you're okay with the one's I chose!<3

Mha requests are open btw!

Featured characters: Eraserhead, Present mic, Midnight

Content: Established relationship, angst, hurt/comfort, mentions of fighting, relationship issues, miscommunication, sfw

Reader has no set pronouns!

((Not fully proofread))

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》Eraserhead

Your fight wasn't worth all the trouble that came with it for Aizawa. He had been spending way too much time away from you at UA and forgot the date you were supposed to go on due to his exhaustion. It was a mistake on his part, but not the first time he had done so, which is why this time the argument was far worse than the other one's.

Aizawa was bad at expressing his emotions to you and tried his best to apologise anyways, but it wasn't working, since you were way too heated to listen to him. He knew why you were upset and knew it was his fault... which is why he had to fix this now. You were one of the few things he cared about and losing you too would break him. So, he let you have a couple hours to cool down, before finally approaching you for a talk.

He listens to your complaints and anger, not saying a word until you were finished, before he gently pulled you into a hug and gave you a sincere apology. He was never good with his words however and knew he had to do more than that, which is why he also took a day off the next day to go on a nice date with you. He has alot to make up for and will make sure to not mess up again.

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》Present mic

Hizashi immideatly regretted everything the moment he saw the tears in your eyes. You were just having a petty argument over something so stupid that he couldn't even remember it. And the sadness in your eyes certainly didn't help with his memory either, as he immideatly apologised to you. Nothing in this world was worth your tears to spill over.

However when you just pushed him away to go into your room, he quickly followed after you, not wanting you to go to bed angry and sad. He gently hugs you from behind, completely quiet for once and let's you cry it out, before he tries talking to you again. His voice is gentle and calm, so different from it's usually loud tone. He'll hold you close whilst you sleep and thinks about what he could do to make things up to you.

He brings you flowers and breakfast in bed the next morning, not letting you lift a finger as he pampers you. You can tell that he feels guilty and even with your reassurance that you're not mad anymore, he still doesn’t let up with his affection. He doesn't want you to leave him and makes sure you know how much he truly appreciates you.

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》Midnight

You knew how she was even way before dating her. You knew about how playful and flirtatious she was to everyone around her. You knew how touchy she could get. But it just often made you wonder where the line would be drawn for her, once you started dating. Surely, she knew that it hurt your feelings sometimes, even when you tried to accept that part of her. You loved everything about her after all.

But that didn't stop you from getting a little irritated, when she was very touchy with one of her colleagues infront of you. You slipped away into the crowd, feeling embarrassed and sad about the entire situation. Were you not enough for her? It had always been an insecurity of yours. Midnight quickly noticed that you were gone and followed after you, grabbing onto your wrist as she asks you what's wrong. But at the sight of your tears, she comes to her own conclusion without needing your words.

She takes you home and sits you down, completely serious as she tells you about how you are her one and only and would never want anyone else. She gets caught up in her hero persona often and forgets to step out of it with you around. You have a calm and deep discussion about your boundaries and feelings, something Midnight listens very closely to. And she shows you that she did listen, by keeping your feelings and boundaries in mind whilst in public. You're important to her and she wants you to know that.

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A/N: Alright, I hope this was okay with you! Thank you again for the request, Anon!<33

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[loveandfictionforall]

Hii~ How are you doing? I was wondering if you want to write something about Aizawa and a civilian reader? Maybe reader trying to rest? He seems so busy and tired all the time. Maybe them having some fluff moment.

If you like it, it would be kind to reblog 🥰

- Aizawa was working nearly 24/7. You were sure he would work more of he had not you and his cats. After all, he likes to cuddle with you and needs to feed the kittens.

- You ha a normal 9 to 5 job and thus were nearly always home when he came sporadically and irregular.

- The time together was cherished from you both and it would always start the same.

- Aizawa would come home, greet you with a kiss and then you two would eat. Afterwars you would cuddle on the couch while a movie played. Most of them time, the movie will finish but both of you will not remember the plot after the second halt of it.

- Aizawa and tou tend to fall asleep by then, cozy from the warmth of each other and with a full belly.

- It was nearly the only rest Aizawa gave himself because he always tried to better himself, be it with more patrols or thinking about the next lessons.

- But since you were his partner, he would need to give you affection and time - this was always his reasoning behind it while you just knew he liked how you played with his hair while he clung to you like a cat.

[veethewriter]

Hiiiii, I wanna ask for a appearance match-up of Genshin and MHA. I'm not good uiwth describing so here's a pic of mine. Thank you.~ Have a good day. Loveeeeee

Of course!! 1k event here

I match you up with neuvillette from genshin impact! (Runner-up ayato)

I match you up with Aizawa from Mha! (Runner-up Fatgum)